#to reminder herself to wish him happy birthday

[laurfilijames]

Happy Birthday, Darlin'

Pairing: Jax Teller x female reader

Words: 4,014

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Swearing. Smoking. Mild descriptions of cuts and blood. Mentions of fighting. Unprotected intercourse. Slight asphyxiation. Some insecurities about Jax and his habits.

Summary: It's your birthday, and while Jax is pressed to make it to you in time to celebrate, he makes sure all your wishes come true.

A/N: Happy Birthday to ME 🥳 yes, I'm that bitch who wrote herself a birthday fic because I can. I've been dying to write for Jax for so long and thought this would be a fun way to get a feel for writing his character. If my writing wasn't self-indulgent before, it definitely is now.

This takes place after Season 2 Ep 12 The Culling where the Sons fight The League/Zobelle's guys because I just found Jax to be wildly sexy in that scene (but also when isn't he?)

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The night air was cool on his face as he ripped as quickly as he could down the quiet, country roads back into town, easily shifting into fourth gear knowing every cop in Charming would be responding to where he just fled from and not having to worry about being pulled over for his excessive speed.

Jax knew he was pushing it for time - your birthday over in just less than two hours - so with a reminder of his bruised and bloodied knuckles, he twisted the throttle and opened up his Harley even more in order to get to you faster.

With a smile on his face at knowing your neighbours already complained about his presence on your street, he let open again on the straight section of road about half a mile from your house, hoping you and everyone else would now be fully aware of his arrival.

The fight with Zobelle’s gang already had him fired up, but not nearly as much as getting to see you did, and as he pulled into your driveway, his buzzing fury changed into a different kind of energy entirely.

Taking one last haul on the cigarette hanging out of his mouth, he blew out the smoke and tossed it onto the asphalt, stepping on it with a twist of his dusty shoe as he unbuckled his helmet.

Jax glanced up to see the dim, warm light of a lamp in your living room, smiling to himself again that you were still awake and no doubt waiting for him as he took his backpack off his shoulders and unzipped the main compartment.

Relieved the box didn't get smushed, he pulled out the still perfectly preserved cupcake and dug in his pocket for the single candle he stuck in there earlier, bringing his lighter out with it along with another cigarette.

He placed the fresh smoke between his lips, not paying any attention to the cut stinging on his lip where it rested, focusing on sticking the candle in the center of the cupcake and lighting it. With the pink candle set ablaze, he brought his lighter to the end of the cigarette and inhaled as it burned the paper, shoving the Zippo back in the inside pocket of his cut before carefully making his way up the steps to your front door with his free hand blocking any wind made by walking from blowing out the tiny flame.

He grunted quietly to himself when he knocked on the door, his hand more sore than he thought it was after punching Weston's face in so many times, muttering to himself when he realized he was getting blood on the side of the cupcake from a split on his other hand.

"Ahh, shit," he sighed, knowing he didn't have enough time to try to clean anything up when he heard your footsteps coming to answer. He pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and quickly forced the smoke out with a deep blow, waving his hand so it wouldn't be in your face when you opened the door.

An automatic smile formed on his lips as soon as he laid eyes on you, leaning against the doorway in nothing but your panties and his white reaper crew t-shirt that he left the last time he was over, his voice hoarse as he started singing.

"Happy birthday to you," he began, taking a step through the entrance. "Happy birthday to you," he continued, getting right close to you until your faces were inches from each other, his eyes flickering over your shy, but happy features as his gesture made you flush all over.

"Happy birthday, darlin'. Make a wish."

You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth, looking from his intensely blue eyes down to the candle in front of you, and blew it out.

"What'd you wish for?"

"I'm not supposed to tell, Jax."

He smirked, leaning even closer to you so his lips were hovering over yours, "Then I'll have to guess."

His kiss tasted like smoke, but you didn't care, craving the nicotine that transferred from his mouth to yours like you were addicted to the habit itself, deepening the kiss by arching into him as if you were never able to get enough.

Jax walked forward, guiding you further into your house, the sound of the door closing lost on both of you as he kicked it shut behind him and eventually broke your kiss.

"I didn't think I was going to get to see you today," you whispered, your lids heavy with lust when you looked up at him.

"Yeah, well, I skipped out early to come give my girl her gift." He held up the cupcake and let you take it from his hand, watching your expression change to confusion as you noticed the blood stained on the side of it.

"Is that your blood?"

"50/50 chance," he laughed, swiping his finger through the icing before licking it clean.

“Should I even ask?”

“Probably not.”

You began taking in the deepening colours of purple and red on his cheek, the cut on his lip and the ones that flawed his hands, the concern you felt taking away from the joy in having him there.

“Is this why you're late?” you questioned, your fingertips ghosting over his cheek and down to his lip.

“So you were expecting me, then," he winked, his smugness always managing to outshine anything else, forcing you to roll your eyes at him.

He kissed you again, plucking the cupcake out of your hand and placing it blindly over on the hall table where you kept your keys and purse, his hands reaching up to cradle your face.

"I should report you for theft, you know," he warned, pausing to take a breath, nodding down at his shirt that hung loosely on your body.

"I think of it more as safe keeping until the owner comes back to claim it," you challenged, your eyebrows raising to show your displeasure in it being too many days that had turned into weeks since he was last here.

"Hey, at least I didn't miss your birthday," he objected, trying his best to defend himself, his head tilted while his eyebrows rose to crease his forehead.

You backed away from him, turning to walk through to the kitchen, looking back over your shoulder.

"And how many other birthday's did you celebrate in the meantime?"

"Oh, come on," he laughed frustratedly, your accusation making him look up at the ceiling. "You know it isn't like that."

You nodded slowly in silent agreement, trying not to let your insecurities and jealousies get the better of you.

He sighed loudly, waiting for a moment before following you, his voice raising slightly to make sure you heard from down the hallway.

"You're the only one I always come back to. The one I want to be inside every night."

Hearing his footsteps coming toward you, you closed your eyes and breathed out, terrified of the hurt he could cause but realizing you were being hurt every time regardless.

His voice was near and softer now that he was in the kitchen with you, making your heart pound faster in your chest even though he seemed so calm.

"You gotta stop pushing me away."

It was safer that way; always keeping him at an arm's length, never wanting to get your heart involved when you knew what he was like and how many beds he ended up in. Jax Teller could have any woman he wanted; more charm in him than all of Charming, a simple crooked grin or nod as he strutted past enough to seal the deal, and not one person could say he wasn't successful in his endeavors.

Despite it all, you wanted him, but kept it casual enough to get a taste of what you needed, having said to both yourself and him on more than one occasion over the years that nothing more would ever happen as long as his habits remained the same, and you weren't about to ask a man like him to change.

He came up to you, his hands holding your waist, his lips peppering across your shoulder and dangerously close to your neck. You closed your eyes again and sighed, relishing in the sensation while praying he didn't do the one thing you always told him not to.

But Jax always did whatever the fuck he wanted.

He kissed up along your neck, making you moan and breathe deeper, trying to keep some sort of resolve.

"Jax, you know my rule," you pleaded, feeling your entire body ignite to his lawlessness.

"Remind me what that is again?" he lied, continuing to kiss and suck your neck, knowing damn well what it was.

You shivered, feeling yourself slipping away and quickly becoming willing to do anything he asked or all the things you really wanted to do; the way he kissed your neck was your kryptonite and weakness and the one thing you always prevented in order to save yourself, fearing you would reveal exactly how you felt about him anytime he lingered there.

"Jax…"

He stopped, grabbing your chin to force you to look at him, his eyes dancing back and forth with yours as he looked at you seriously.

“I'm done playing. I want this," he said pointedly, speaking with surety.

You let go of the breath you were holding, still questioning whether to trust him regardless of how convincing he was right now.

Taking hold of your cheeks again, he smoothed his thumbs back and forth across them, an honesty and pleading present in those clear blues that made you lose yourself every time.

Before you could argue or plead your case, he crashed against you, inhaling deeply like he was trying to suck all the air out of your lungs, his tongue probing deep into your mouth to tangle with yours.

There was no sense in trying to hold back now, done with pretending for as many years as you had, the whine that passed from your mouth to his signaling your surrender.

The metallic taste of blood mixed with tobacco teased your tastebuds with each kiss, increasing your hunger to taste more of him while your body displayed those needs and your hands roamed frantically under his hoodie and the waist of his low-sitting jeans.

The leather of his cut was soft on your fingertips as you ran them along the open panels, feeling Jax’s eagerness increase in his kiss when you peeled it down his arms and placed it carefully on the kitchen chair beside you without looking. He shrugged off his hoodie and white t-shirt while you busied yourself with unfastening his belt and jeans, letting the weight of his knife pull them to the floor without assistance, leaving him standing in his boxers with a cheeky grin on his face.

“You seem pretty happy unwrapping your present.”

“Is this all I get?” you teased, matching his smile and giggling when he picked you up and put you over his shoulder, giving your bum a harsh smack as he started making his way down to your bedroom.

"Come on, birthday girl, let's go make those wishes come true."

A seriousness took over again once you were in your room, what remained of the playfulness exchanged just a minute ago in the kitchen leaving the moment your feet touched the hardwood floor, Jax peering down at you with a look you hadn't seen before.

You'd be lying if you told yourself you weren't absolutely terrified, scared of letting yourself fall even further for him, but the way his expression had softened and his eyes held what you knew had to be love for you in them, you were ready to give in.

“I mean it,” he muttered, one of his hands reaching up to tuck your hair behind your ear where you leaned into his touch.

You crashed against him, kissing him hard, the need to have him more fierce than ever and only fueled more by him meeting your enthusiasm equally.

Jax tore his shirt from your body, only pausing in kissing you for long enough to get your head through it, stepping closer to you so your bodies were pressed together, feeling his hard cock nudging against your thighs and then between your legs through his boxers.

More desperate for him now than you thought you had ever been, you tugged his loose-fitting shorts down roughly, your mouth watering as his dick sprung free and bounced temptingly before you took hold of it and began rubbing the silky, veiny skin, his approval of your touch sounding as a low growl from deep in his chest.

"Fuck," he hissed, his mouth close to your ear as he leaned in against you, his hips moving into your strokes.

Finding his focus, he let his fingers hook in your thong to pull it down over your hips, his head angling to meet your mouth with his again as he slipped his fingers in your folds to spread your slick, both of you pressing your mouths against each other's harder as ecstasy quickly took over.

This was normally the time where one of you would frantically reach for a condom, barely keeping it together in time to get it on him as the temptation to go without almost always won, and today it seemed it would. You had always trusted that he wrapped up whenever he was with anyone, and although you were on birth control you were happy not to take any risks, but today was different. You wanted him, and all of him.

Jax walked forward until the back of your legs met your bed, and forcing you to sit, he crawled in over you, his blond hair hanging in your face as you spread out beneath him and he settled between your open legs.

He gave you a once over before meeting your eyes, admiring your perfect form spread and ready for him to ruin, his cheeks flinching as he clenched his jaw while he waited for you to give him the go-ahead.

Your consent was silent as you lifted your head up to capture his lips with yours, his sun-bleached beard scratching over your chin, lifting your hips at the same time so you rubbed yourself over his leaking head.

Jax wasted no more time, driving into you deeply in one push, pausing when he bottomed out to flex his cock inside you. You moaned into him, your hands clawing over the tattoo covering his back, unable to believe how good it felt to have him bare inside you.

Immediately choosing a rhythm that was both slow and hard at the same time, he thrusted in and out and ground against you with perfect precision, sending you close to the edge faster than ever before.

"You feel so fucking good!" he growled, his mouth parting from yours and leaving a string of wet between them, moving his lubricated lips over to your neck where you whined loudly and rocked more into his movements.

"Fuck, Jax!" you cried, knowing you were leaving ten red trails across his pale skin, but feeling the need to claim him as yours.

He was doing the same, sucking at your neck to leave darkened blemishes behind, his tongue alternating where his teeth came out to nip harshly at the tender skin to soothe each bite, his tempo growing erratic as he lost himself in your dripping cunt.

You seemed to only get wetter the more he kissed your neck and fucked you deeply, hitting that sweet spot with his head with each blow, the way you squeezed his girth tightly as he dragged in and out of you making him want to blow it already.

He forced himself to pause, needing to compose himself so he could keep fucking you for as long as he could, not wanting this to be over any time soon. Your whining increased, making him unsure if it was because he was sitting idly inside you or that he was persistent in continuing to kiss your neck all over to the point you had goosebumps littering your skin and you writhing desperately under him. It made him smile, knowing he had such an effect on you, smug in his ability to have you past the point of control and that you were seconds away from admitting something you tried so hard to deny for so long.

If Jax was anybody but the asshole he was he would've said it long ago, but selfishly he wanted to hear it spill from your gorgeous lips first, and he didn't ever go down without a fight.

"Roll over," he demanded, pulling out of you and forcefully grabbing at your leg to help flip you onto your stomach, hooking your knee up to bend at a high angle.

You took your hair in your hand and draped it over one shoulder, exposing the side of it for him to do with what he wanted, making him smirk more that you clearly wanted him there despite what you always said.

The hand that wasn't supporting him on the mattress gripped your cheek and spread you apart, driving his dick in you again torturously slowly, watching your face contort as he stretched you open. Your hands tore at the sheets as you backed yourself into him to push him in further, meeting his hips in slow, rolling motions, that tingling sensation of your building climax quickly returning.

Sex with Jax was always mind-blowing and the best you ever had, but tonight it felt so much better, so much more powerful, and you knew you could never have it any other way again.

He leaned over you to gently kiss your neck, more carefully than before, his efforts in wrecking you focused in his movements even though the feel of his lips on your sensitive skin had you shivering and threatening to come undone just as much.

The scent of your skin was like a drug to him as he breathed deeply, his nose ghosting at your nape and in your hair, dragging him right along with you to a point he would never recover from.

Wrapping a hand around to wedge between you and the bed, he found your clit, rubbing precise circles with his fingertips in the way he always knew made you scream, the thought of feeling you cum on his bare dick making him feel more feral than he ever had.

"Jax, I'm so close- Fuck!" you cried, your breathing growing ragged, your limbs moving recklessly to try to gain momentum on your climax that sat waiting just on the edge, seeking to keep up with his ruthless pounding.

He slowed his pace, adjusting to a speed he knew would have you at his mercy, his fingers pressing onto your swollen bud harder but in more languid strokes. His nose brushed along your neck, his breath fanning out over your dewy skin before he started kissing you again, the way your body tensed beneath him telling him he had you right where he wanted you.

"God, Jax, I love you," you admitted, feeling freed and unashamed in saying what you had feared to the most, your body relaxing into your words and finding the release it sought.

Jax hammered into you, pounding you through your high, his grunts mixing with your shouts of pleasure as you quaked and strangled him tightly.

Giving you no time to recover, he sat back on his heels and lifted you up with him, his cock momentarily slipping from you as you positioned yourself over his lap, allowing him a glimpse of your milky cum that coated it and sent him into a frenzy.

He speared back into you, your pussy sensitive and still tingling from your orgasm, his hand holding you back against his chest and pinching one of your nipples between his fingers to keep you as stimulated as possible.

Reaching up to turn your face to the side so he could kiss you, he rutted up into you brutally, feeling your pussy stretch out over him with each pump, your wetness dripping out to soak his golden pubes.

His kisses turned sloppy, nearing his end, his hand slipping down to hold your throat where he could easily control the amount of air allowed to pass through your windpipe, the knowledge of knowing you trusted him enough to let him do it lighting him up with an intense buzzing.

Before he could give in to that temptation, he let one hand return to your tits that bounced with his thrusts, the other replacing his lips on yours as he pulled your bottom lip down with his thumb and shoved two of his fingers inside. You sucked on them appreciatively, wetting them with your spit thoroughly as he triggered your gag reflex and pinched one of your peaked nipples at the same time, making you moan and clench hard on his dick. Removing them from the heat of your mouth, he trailed them between your breasts and straight down your stomach, landing on your clit where he spread your spit generously and worked to make you cum again.

You ground on him quickly, the increase in your movements sending you through to another climax, the sound of him grunting and panting in your ear as he began to cum encouraging you, but not as much as knowing he was about to fill you up.

He drove up into you harder, his teeth scraping along your neck and up to your cheek where he growled in your ear roughly, "I love you, too, babe."

You came together, feeling his hot spend coat your insides and start to leak out of you as he didn't let up on fucking you, wrecking you harder than he ever had before.

Your body felt weak and charged all at the same time, like you were melting into him but somehow needing more, and sliding off his dick with a quiet moan at the loss of him, you turned around to face him, sitting in his lap where you wrapped your arms and legs around him and held him close, continuing to kiss him with a necessity that was greater than breathing.

Holding your head in his hands, Jax met you with equal fervor, his chest rising and falling sharply against yours as he worked to catch his breath, and slowly guided you to lay down in the sheets with him.

Your legs tangled together, your arms holding and caressing each other with a surety you had never known before, relishing in the after effects of a level of bliss you were positive up until now you were never going to experience.

Slowing your kisses until they stopped, Jax looked at you warmly and flashed you a lazy smile, and you couldn't help but trace your fingertips over the creases beside his mouth and then up to run through his tousled hair.

You felt a slight pang in your chest in knowing he would probably leave soon, needing to see to some duties for the club, always having to run off shortly after his time with you to go deal with something that his loyalties couldn't ignore.

"I don't want today to end," you whispered, not ready to call it quits on your birthday just yet, and especially not ready to let him out of your bed after confessing something so huge.

Jax shifted onto his back, stretching out with a groan to reach for your alarm clock on your nightstand to check the time; 11:51 pm. Following the cord from the back of it into the wall behind the table, he pulled the plug out, watching the screen turn blank before rolling back over to you, his knee wedging between your legs as he settled his weight on top of you.

“Your birthday isn't over yet, darlin', and I'm not going anywhere.”

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[losing-it-lately]

Hey love! Idk how you feel about this idea but what about it is Remus birthday/Christmas (I just need an excuse for a gift) and he hasn't told the reader that he is a werewolf but she figured it out on her own and gifted him wolfsbane that she made herself just for him. I picture lots of fluff and cutesy feelings and Remus just confesses his love (I imagined they are just friends at that point) and he is very emotional.

Feel free to change, adapt or not write it at all! Thank you so much ❤️‍🩹

Remus' Birthday

wc: 1k

remus lupin x reader angst with a happy ending

i actually wished for another request as you sent this in which is why i wrote it so quick 😭

This week was going horrendously with assignments all over the place and one of James’ pranks malfunctioning and the grating feeling of the moon inching towards a full beam in the sky; all of that and the week ended in Remus’ least favourite day of the year, his birthday.

It had been like that since he was young. The first birthday after his new affliction was scarring to say the least and every birthday from before it was promptly erased from his memory after Remus heard that revisiting a memory would lead to misremembering it; those birthdays with his mother were only now saved for the night of his birthday, a way to relive a happier time with her in the quiet darkness of his bed.

Birthdays felt lonely- everyone else celebrated getting taller and older and more interesting, but for Remus it felt like a constant reminder that he was leaving something he never got the chance to experience, his youth. he had scars and pains that no one understood and he felt like birthdays were only for people who deserved another year of living, but with all the pain he brought to those he loved, he didn't know if he deserved that year.

The week had been full of stress and Remus wallowing in his own melancholy. It made it worse that you hadn't been anywhere near him for the past few weeks. His worst fears creeping into the cracks of his mind, that maybe you knew, or worse maybe you didn't, but had just gotten tired of the person he was.

Remus tried to push all of these thoughts out, you would hate knowing he was thinking of you like this, but his thoughts were haywire with the moon being full. Whilst the wolfsbane stopped him from turning, it didn't prevent the ghost pain or the mental pain. The other boys had all left the dorm, giving Remus his time to grieve the night before his birthday and instead sleeping with girlfriends or friends in other rooms. He had told them he needed to be alone.

Lying, shirtless with some ratty pajama bottoms and staring at the ceiling. His eyes were encrusted with small tears that threatened to fall at any moment; his mother's face becoming bleary in his memory- how many more times would he be able to imagine it without changing the memory, surely it was running out. He forced his eyes open, the cold breeze of the night hitting him and bringing chills all over his body, the only distraction offered was a single meek knock on the door.

“I need to speak to Remus,” your voice bles through every crevice of the room; maybe this could be his new memory. He stood up from the bed and crossed the room til his hand rested on the door knob.

I ’ll only open it if she asks one more time. I want her to want to come in... And as he finished that thought, your voice pleaded with him again, “please, I need to speak with him.”

The door swung open. Even with all his height, Remus looked small, and you couldn't handle it, a frown crumpling your face. His eyebrows scrunched up seeing your reaction. It felt wrong watching your eyes sadden noticing Remus’ wet cheeks and red nose. You reached up and wiped his cheeks, it wasn't enough for you, but the softness was more than enough for him- this was definitely his new memory, he decided then to save his mother for other days.

Your eyes began to well up and he wrapped his arms around you. “‘M sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry,” he whispered into your ear, softly as if he was scared you would disappear from his arms like a mirage.

“Don’t apologise, I’m here for you.” You tried to laugh but it came out wet and stunted. “I wanted to talk to you.”

He stepped back and suddenly you missed his warmth, but at least he hadn't let go. With his hand wrapped around your arm, you both walked inside into the dark dorm room. He light a small candle and let it flicker on the windowsill before sitting next to you on his bed. Of course you had guessed his bed, it had smelt like firewood and old books and Remus between the layered scents of detergent and dryer sheets.

“Happy birthday,” you offered quietly, with a small smile gracing your face. Suddenly, Remus’ week wasn't so bad. So caught up on your hope and kindness, he hadn't even registered the wrapped gift until you shoved it in his hands. It was messy and slightly crushed but still, the wrapping had your love written all over it. He delicately began to peel back tape and paper until all was left was a large stack of chocolate and a vial of daisy yellow liquid. It smelled like patience. something that surely took hours of sleepless nights to make.

“It's for pain relief. So you can have a painless birthday.” His eyes met yours again. How could you even possibly know that he needed this now, that he needed you now. He hadn't even noticed the night had crossed into the early hours of his birthday and here you were, on his bed with a soft smile and a softer twinkle in your eyes.

Before he could even think about it, it fell out of his mouth, “I love you.” His mouth hung open and his cheeks flushed.

“I love you too, Remus,” you repeated back in a way that would have forced his knees into buckling if he wasn't already sitting. You looked back at him one more time. “Do you want me to stay so you don't spend your birthday alone,” you asked as Remus tried the potion you had worked for weeks on. He paused as he felt every ache dissipate from his body, his pain melting away from him.

He threw a gentle smile your way and whispered back one final “of course,” before he began setting up his bed for the both of you to lie in and talk, and hopefully, eventually fall asleep together with. Maybe birthdays weren't as isolating as he had once known.

[myabsurddreamjournal]

Fate

(part 1)

Soldier Boy x Fem! reader

Summary: Reader is a scientist who is forced to work at lab that they keep soldier boy frozen, she talks and cries to him when she is alone, thinking he can't hear her but he hears everything.

warnings: None, im a ace so my character and story is going to be asexual💜

she slowly approached to cryo where they kept him frozen. it has been a while since she had a opportunity to do this. Since she was taken here they always kept an eye on her, watching every move, punishing any sign of disobedience. It didnt take long for her to learn to be silent, be obedient. scar on her arm reminded her to keep her mouth shut every time she wanted to question something they do. She still remembered the pain. It was her second week here, and she made a mistake of asking why they kept him frozen for almost 40 years. She got the scar for her mistake. The sound of her bone breaking... She could still hear it.

Teardrops started to fall from her eyes as she opened the door of cryo, whenever she was alone she was crying now. It almost became a ritual, sitting on floor with her head hanging low while confessing and apologising to him. Who looked like a statue of a almighty god.

"Hello Ben" she opened her mouth. It made her feel weird hearing her voice saying something other than "yes", or "sir"

"its september 19 today, your birthday isn't it?" she was crying harder now. "i read your file other day. It says you had a rough childhood, me too you know, and now we are both prisoners here. What a fate huh?" she looked at his face as she said that. He looked pale, too pale for human. Well he was in this damn lab for almost 40 years...but deep down she liked the thought of him being something other than a human. Humans always hurted her after all.

After watching the torture tapes she learned he experienced pain and anger just like her. (she threw up all night after seeing the tapes for the first time) he had a life once, he was a child, he had a family. favorite food, favorite drink, he even smoked weed which made her a bit shocked when she read it on the files. But in time she found out he was a lot different from what they made him seen. She saw the few unaired interviews where he acted strong and confident as usual until he was asked about his family or childhood. His eyes getting teary for few seconds, Then his hard expression getting back. His mouth twitching every time journalists made a rude remark.

She knew he was a human. But him being alive after all things human did to him told her he was also something other than human.

and it made her feel good.

"i never wanted to be here, i never wanted this, she said. "i wish i could save you. If i had a powers like you, i would burn here to the ground. And kill all of them. But im so weak. Im so sorry Ben. Im so sorry." She waited there for few minutes. Her head between her hands. Until tiny beeping sound from her watch made her flinch. Telling her it was almost midnight. She needed to get up. Too many work tomorrow. Another day as a prisoner here

She cupped his cheek before closing the door of cyro. It was so cold, but still soft. She couldn't help and kept her hand there while looking at his face. His closed eyelids, then freckles on his nose. Still remembering the first time she noticed his freckles, it was one of the days where her legs hurted for being on her feet for so long. She was taking his blood for monthly test. And she saw them. He had freckles on his nose! They were never shown in his movies or pictures, always hidden behind makeup or his green-gold mask. But they were here. She found them adorable. Never showed it of course. keeping hidden behind her cold emotionless expression.

But she often find herself thinking about him when she tried to sleep at night in "room" they gave her. what else he was hiding under all that persona? What made him happy or sad before all this happened? was it true that he never cried? She tossed and turned at night. Sometimes thinking about him and sometimes thinking about her life. The similitaries between them. Humans hurted him just like they hurted her. They stole their life. She usually fell asleep with this thoughts. And in her dreams it was always end of the World. Everything burning in flames and she watching it from distance with smile on her face.

with a deep exhale she withdrawed her hand from his cheek. "see you tomorrow Ben." she whispered. And she was gone. Not knowing that he heard every word.

that night, she dreamed of something else for the first time since she was captured. Pair of green eyes. They were looking at her. Their shade reminded her a small lake she saw everday when she was a little girl. It was on the right side of the road that she used while walking to school. She always loved the way water moved in small waves. After 2 years, for the first time, she woke up with a warm feeling that morning. it felt like gentle morning sunrise.

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Irūdy (Gift)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x f!reader Warnings: No plot to be found here, dry humping, smut. Word count: ~1300

Summary: Aemond has always hated his name day, until today.

Author's note: A birthday gift for @aemondsmoon - happy birthday, Mar! I hope you enjoy. No tag list - follow @fics-by-ewanmitchellcrumbs and turn on notification. Community labels are for cops.

The flagstones are cool beneath her bare feet, her way dimly lit by the braziers that burn low against the walls of the corridors of Maegor’s Holdfast. The heavy wooden door creaks in protest as she pushes it open, slipping through the gap before closing it firmly behind her.

“Are you asleep?” She whispers into the gloom of Aemond’s chambers, moving with less trepidation now that she is in the privacy of his rooms.

“I was about to be”, comes his clipped reply, yet he eyes her with mild amusement and curiosity as he sits perched on the edge of his bed.

His hair hangs loose around his shoulders, the sapphire in his left eye socket shines faintly in the light reflected from the dying embers of the fireplace.

Seeing him dressed in only his breeches, sculpted torso bared to her, she feels less self conscious about her state of undress, though she wishes she’d taken the time to put on a robe before sneaking in here. The thin cotton of her nightgown does little to protect her from the chill of the air and she shivers slightly as she stands before Aemond, taking in the sight of him.

“Was there a reason you decided to sneak in here, or have you just come to gawk at me?” 

She would assume his words are harsh, were it not for the faintest of smirks upon his lips that hints at subtle playfulness.

Huffing a soft laugh, she shakes her head, feeling her skin grow warm with embarrassment. “It is the hour of the owl,” she tells him softly.

“Hmmm,” Aemond cocks his head, “my betrothed can tell the time, such a clever little thing.”

She rolls her eyes, moving to sit beside him on the bed. “That is not what I mean! It is your name day!”

His shoulders sag slightly, mouth pressing into a tight line as he looks away from her. “So it is.”

“Are you not looking forward to it?” She asks, craning her neck slightly in an attempt to meet his eye.

He sighs, rolling his eye. “No. It seems farcical that there should be a day to celebrate my birth, when I am ignored on every other day of the year. The only difference is that Aegon will have an excuse to be in his cups all day.”

Her heart sinks. She knows that Aemond is not especially fond of celebrations, but had never imagined that that extended as far as occasions designed to celebrate him. 

“This year is different though,” she reassures him, taking his hand. “This year you have me.”

He interlocks his fingers with hers, stroking his thumb softly over the back of her hand. “Yes, I have you. Forgive me. I do not meant to be ungrateful, it is just–”

She shakes her head, her free hand reaching up to stroke the softness of his long hair. “There is nothing to forgive. Perhaps my gift will lift your spirits?”

Aemond raises an eyebrow. “I did not see you bring anything in with you.”

She smiles, bumping her nose softly against his. “It is something we shall experience together.”

His right eye darkens, pupil dilating slightly as he lets go of her hand to cup the back of her neck. “And what is it you’d like to experience?”

A shiver of excitement runs through her and she has to remind herself to remain in control. Throughout her courtship with the One Eyed Prince it has been all too easy to allow him to dominate her; when he sinks his deft fingers into her hair as they kiss, cradling her head but also directing the pace of their movements. He takes the lead when he holds her down by her thighs and feasts on her cunny like a man starved, even when she sinks to her knees to pleasure him, he grabs a handful of her tresses as he thrusts himself into her mouth.

She knows that look, the gaze of a predator stalking its prey. It has arousal pooling between her thighs, but this time she wants to take charge. The idea has not left her mind since her chambermaid told her about it in hushed, excited whispers as she had combed through her hair just a few days ago. She had decided there and then that this would be the perfect occasion for it.

“You are going to lay back and take off your breeches,” she tells him, attempting to sound more authoritative than she feels, as she wriggles free from his grasp.

He stares at her for a moment, a silent challenge, but she juts out her chin in defiance, not backing down from her command.

Aemond sighs. “Very well,” he slips off his breeches and lays back on the bed.

Long and lean, he is a magnificent sight to behold, stretched out and bare before her, half hardened cock sitting proudly between his thighs.

She gasps it, reveling in the velvety softness of its weight in her palm and proceeds to stroke him from root to tip, watching his lips part and his breaths become more shallow as she rouses him to full attention.

Satisfied with her work, she moves to straddle him, a knee digging into the softness of the mattress either side of her hips, and lifts her nightgown above her hips, hovering over his erection.

Aemond’s brow furrows, he places a firm hand upon her thigh to halt her movements. “I would not sully your virtue before we are married for something as frivolous as my name day,” he scolds.

“Do not worry,” she soothes him, stroking a hand down the smoothness of his chest, “I will not take you inside. Trust me, this will feel good for both of us.”

He drops his hand back to his side, watching her with curiosity as she presses herself against his length, rocking her hips backwards and forwards, gliding along the length of him, coating him in her slick.

His eye widens and he draws in a shaky breath, causing her to grin.

“Does that feel good?” She asks in a whisper.

Aemond screws his eye shut, nodding as she quickens her pace, rubbing against him in faster strokes. “G-gods…yes. It feels divine.”

She giggles, feeling her core begin to throb as she continues to rock against him, gasping as his hands reach for the hem of her nightgown.

“It would be cruel of you to give me a gift I cannot unwrap,” he rasps, pulling the garment off and over her head.

His hands reach up to her breasts, thumbs brushing over the hardened peaks, making her whine. He leans up, wrapping an arm around her waist and captures her lips in a heated kiss, his mouth moving hungrily against hers as she threads her fingers into his hair to draw him closer.

It’s only when she feels his other hand grab her hip, pushing and pulling her against him, as his hips buck against her, adding to the friction, that she realises he has managed to once more take control of the situation. 

She does not mind though, not when every thrust of their hips against each other builds such delicious pressure deep within her. Their breaths become ragged, their panting and the sounds of Aemond gliding through her wetness filling the silence of the bedchamber.

Feeling him throb and pulsate against her sends her over the edge and she tenses, trembling as she falls apart, clenching around nothing, watching through hazy, pleasure drunk eyes as Aemond spills pearlescent strands of hot spend across his lower abdomen with a groan.

He lets go of her, collapsing backwards and she allows herself a moment to admire him. He is truly beautiful like this, hair spread messily like a halo around his head, covered in a light layer of perspiration as he fights to catch his breath through slightly parted lips.

Flopping down beside him, she reaches out to caress his cheek. “I do hope you enjoyed your name day gift.”

He is quiet for a moment, before turning to gaze at her. “I think I will prefer next year’s, when I can spill inside of you.”

Perhaps he is growing to like this special day after all.

[meetmymouth]

you, me, teddy, and baby

an extra from the series ‘theadora’. read everything here!

notes: talks of pregnancy/pregnancy tests. read the last part of theadora HERE !! 

Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you… Happy birthday dear Teddy, happy birthday to you!

Harry lowers his phone just enough to call for Theadora. “Make a wish, T!”

“Harry, fix the candle,” she says, making Harry turn to her as Thea looks between her parents. “The ‘five’ looks crooked.”

This makes everyone in the room laugh, and Harry does what he’s told– but not before rolling his eyes.

She knows he doesn’t mean it, and she knows they’ve been really stressed recently, between Thea having problems at school and a couple of leaked songs from Harry’s old albums.

It’s been peaceful, though, being a family. She knows what everyone’s saying online– knows what they’re talking about, but she stopped caring a long time ago. As soon as she stopped looking her name up, or Harry’s, things have been a lot easier; life, together, as a family, has been easier.

They still have ups and downs, like most couples do, but they manage. She knows whatever happens, Harry has her back– their backs.

He’s been off tour for a while, and they spent most of their time travelling as a family. They went to all the places Harry has been without them by his side, ‘I want to experience it with you two’, and when they came back to London last year, he finally asked her to move back in– officially. They renovated parts of his house, and Theadora got a new bed, and a whole different room. She picked what colour she wanted for her walls, her furniture, and after countless tantrums over rugs and chest of drawers, she couldn’t have been happier with her new bedroom.

“You Styles’ can’t go a day without glitter, can you?” Jenny laughs into her glass of wine, and Y/N turns her attention to her– she’s admiring the jumpsuit she’s got on.

She smiles. “I’m not a ‘Styles’, remember?”

“My bad,” Jenny grins. “Would be nice though, no?”

Y/N hums. “Maybe.”

She takes a sip from her own glass, but the taste suddenly feels too bitter on her tongue. Deciding against drinking more, she places it on the table behind her, and excuses herself to walk towards where Harry and Theadora are standing, surrounded by friends and family.

Thea is talking about her favourite friend in Year One, and Harry nods along, turning to the group around them with a proud smile.

“And,” Harry notes, “She got the trophy for lining up beautifully this week,” he adds, squeezing Thea’s cheeks with both hands.

The five-year-old grins, and Y/N doesn’t have the heart to correct Harry, ‘it’s for the whole class, H, not just Teddy’.

She joins the group, but Harry’s arm finds her before his eyes do, and he wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her close to him.

“Hi, baby,” he whispers, squeezing her hip. He presses a kiss on her temple, and she smiles.

“Hi,” she squeezes the hand on her hip, and her own hand finds the top of Thea’s head, ruffling the curls.

Thea looks up, and smiles, big teeth reminding her of Harry’s, and she matches her smile, squeezing her warm cheek.

“Hi, cutie.”

“Can I stay at auntie Gemma tomorrow?”

“It’s a school night, Teddy,” she smiles.

Thea’s smile falls. “But daddy said I could,” she mutters, lips pursing.

Y/N looks up at Harry, and she almost laughs at the face he’s pulling.

“Well,” she begins, squeezing Harry’s hip. “Daddy should’ve asked mummy as well, yeah? We’ll talk about it tomorrow after school, yeah?” She strokes the side of her face. “How’s that sound?”

.・゜

Tea. Lots of tea and fruit pastilles.

Harry watches from his side of the bed, glasses on– hand holding a novel. He looks puzzled, eyebrows raised and his mouth parted as she devours the last of her fruit pastilles.

“Y/N?” Harry calls, voice wavering between worried and amused.

She looks up, cross-legged on the edge of the bed. “Yes?”

“Fruit pastilles at eleven o’clock at night?”

A raise of her eyebrows, and he knows he’s fucked up.

“So?”

He clears his throat. “Are you okay?”

“What the fuck, Harry?”

“Babe, what–”

“Stop watching me– stop watching me eat and drink,” she throws the empty bag at him, and he dodges it even though it falls nowhere near him. “You’ve been watching me all night– watching my every move.”

“Babe,” he lets out a surprised laugh. “What? I haven’t been doing that…”

“Mhm,” a vigorous nod. “You have! Are you calling me fat?”

“Look,” Harry places his book on her side of the bed. “I’m sorry. I just– I know you don’t normally like eating stuff before bed, it makes you uncomfortable; that’s why I’ve– never mind. I would never, ever call you fat,” he shakes his head.

He walks over to her, arms wide open as he wraps them around her, and she lets out a sigh.

“I’m sorry,” she says, words ushered against his warm, naked chest. She places her hand where his heart is. “I’ve been really awful lately, I know.”

“You haven’t,” he whispers into her hair. He kisses below her ear, earning a giggle from her.

“You can be honest.”

“You haven’t been awful. Just…”

She looks up, eyebrows raised.

Harry continues. “Just… on edge?”

“Hm.”

“Come on,” he sighs, kissing her nose. “Let’s sleep.”

She nods. “Be back in a sec, need to pee.”

She watches him nod, and walk over to his side of the bed and open the duvet properly before getting in. He’s placing his book on his bedside table when she’s closing the door to the ensuite.

She doesn’t know what possesses her to reach the pregnancy tests at the bottom of the small storage box where she keeps her useless stuff in. She knows she was extremely moody and she ate things she wouldn’t normally eat when she was pregnant with Theadora.

Opening the package, she takes a deep breath, and sits on the toilet. It takes a few seconds to do her business, and she waits with the test in her hand before she can wash her hands.

Her period has been late, she knows, though it’s never been regular for her. Couple of days late meant nothing usually– at least for her.

The hidden tests have been on her mind since yesterday, though she hasn’t been up to it until tonight.

The test forgotten by the sink, she thinks of the possibility of being pregnant again. She knows Harry wouldn’t be upset, though she can’t help but feel anxious over the possibility of him not being ready, or even worse: what if he only wanted one?

She knows he loves Teddy, and she knows he loves children, but were they ready for it all over again? Especially now that things have been so good between them…

“Y/N?” Harry knocks on the door, and she jolts forward, as if someone’s pushed her into the sink.

It’s when she remembers the pregnancy test, and she grabs it, holds it up, and her eyes begin tearing up at the result.

Another knock, and the door is pushed open, revealing Harry.

“Are you okay? I was worried when you didn’t answer,” he murmurs, clearly sleepy.

When she doesn’t answer, the stick hidden in her palm, Harry takes a step towards her, and he places his hand on her cheek.

“Baby?”

“Harry,” she murmurs, tears running down her cheeks. “Harry.”

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt– did you fall? I didn’t hear anything–”

“Harry.”

“What? What’s happening?” He looks around, then searches her face. “You’re scaring me.”

“Harry,” she says, for the final time. She places the test on the counter, and watches Harry’s gaze fall where it lays on the grey marble.

“What is that– is that...”

“Yes.”

He looks up, eyes glimmering. “What– you’re– when? What’s it say…” he whispers, but he doesn’t reach for it– perhaps, he’s scared, too.

Oh God, she thinks, he hates me.

“I–”

“Oh my fucking God, Y/N,” she looks up from her socked-feet, and watches Harry analyse the stick.

His eyes are wet, lips wobbly like the time Theadora fell and grazed her knee, but despite all of that, his green eyes are so shiny– they glint under the mellow light of their bathroom.

“Baby,” he looks up, trying to find her wavering gaze. “Baby, look at me– did you look? Did you see?”

“Harry…”

“What? What is it?”

She lets out a sob, the anxiety and the after-taste of the fruit pastilles becoming too much. “I’m pregnant.”

Harry lets out a choked laugh. “Why– why are you crying, oh my God.”

Oh my God.

“Are you angry?”

“What? Fuck– come here,” he places the test on the counter, and grabs her cheeks. He presses kisses all over her face. “Are you– are you upset?”

“I don’t know– you–” she shakes with another sob, but laughs at the same time.

“Y/N,” he places his hands on her shoulders. “Are you upset? Did you– do you not want this?”

“I do– I do. Fuck– I don’t even know why I’m crying!”

“Ah,” Harry looks around. “I love you, I love you so much and I’m so, so happy about this. Baby, look at me– look,” he grabs her chin, and she looks up, meeting his gaze. “I’m so happy. You make me so fucking happy. And– whether you want this or not, it doesn’t change anything. I love you. I love our family.”

“Stop–” she pinches his hip. He screeches. “Stop saying shit like that!”

Harry laughs harder, and he hides his beautiful face into her neck. “Why,” he asks, another laughter bubbling in his chest. She likes the sound. “Why not– I’m so fucking happy, fuck…”

She looks up at him, hands wrapping around his waist. She holds him tight. “Are you?” She asks, voice small. “Are you, really? Do you– want this?”

“Fuck– of course, I do. Are you mad? Look at me,” fingers pressed to her chin, he makes her look up again, and their eyes meet. “I love you so much,” he whispers, lips touching with every syllable. I love you, love you, love love love you, he whispers.

She asks to go to bed, but Harry reaches for her hand, and intertwines their fingers. Just before they leave the ensuite, Harry falters, and grabs the pregnancy test, holding it tightly in his palm.

They sit on the bed, shoulders touching, and she leans into his warmth. “Can’t believe you’re holding that– like that,” she mumbles, voice muffled into his naked skin.

He turns to her, and lips touch her forehead. A kiss, then another one.

“Why– what’s wrong with that, that’s my child.”

“I peed on that thing, H.”

“Fuck,” he laughs, holding the stick up to inspect it. He lets out another laugh. “I don’t care.”

She shrugs, kissing his warm shoulder. “Plus,” she says, and grabs the stick, placing it on his bedside table. Harry watches intently, but his breath hitches when she grabs his big hand, and places it on her tummy. “Your child is in here, not in that bloody stick, you silly sausage…”

When she looks up to inspect his gaze, he’s got tears in his eyes. It’s as if he’s just hearing the fact that she’s carrying his child– his second child.

“This is crazy,” he whispers, though she thinks he’s thinking out loud more than anything. “You– they’re in here,” he rubs her belly, then looks up at her, eyes teary. “Wait, are you– do we need to take another one?”

She hums. “What?”

“Another pregnancy test? What if– what if that thing’s broken? I can’t– fuck, I want this so bad, I think I would be depressed if it turns out to be a scam.”

She lets out a laugh. “A scam? No– I don’t think– why would you say that now?”

“I’m sorry! Fuck, even if it’s not real–”

“–Oh my God, stop it, Harry.”

“I want this so much,” he whispers, and kisses the side of her neck. Another kiss, then he moves up to her chin. “I love you– I want this baby.”

“It’s like you’re the one pregnant and not me.”

He pouts. “You know what I mean.”

“Not really,” she whispers. “Can we get in,” she means the bed.

He nods.

They get in, but Harry can’t stop looking at the test on his bedside table. Just before she sighs and tries to cuddle into him, ready to start another conversation about the potential-pregnancy, Harry straightens up in bed, and grabs his phone off the charger.

She rolls her eyes. “What are you doing now?”

“Nothing,” he murmurs, though she hears the camera shutter going off.

She lets out a laugh. “Did you just take a photo of it?”

“Mhm.”

She smiles, and gets comfortable in bed. “Come here, you silly man,” she whispers, hand reaching to touch his naked hip. He moves easily into her hold, and lets her hold him close to her chest.

They look funny, she knows, Harry’s big body folded so he fits into her smaller hold. 

They kiss lazily, the kiss getting heated when she travels her hand down his toned chest, until it reaches his joggers. He’s hard– and bare underneath his joggers, so when he lets out a whine, she squeezes him harder over the material of his joggers.

He moans her name, eyes shut, but she reaches and presses an open-mouth kiss on his stubble-covered chin. She sucks the skin, and grabs the band of his joggers, pulling them down just enough so that his hard, leaking cock is out. The tip is a beautiful shade of pink, precum glistening the smooth, shiny skin of his tip. 

“Fuuuuuck.”

“I want you to come on my face,” she whispers, thumb swiping against the tip. She squeezes, and he groans, both at the request, and the way she’s squeezing his needy-tip.

“Suck me, then,” he says, teeth gritted. “Come on, baby, give me something.”

She moves her head down, and kisses the tip, licking the wetness before opening her mouth wider. She finally takes him into her mouth, his cock feeling hard and heavy– and so warm inside her mouth, and it makes Harry whine, hips bucking up when she licks the underside of his cock. Humming around his thickness, Harry grabs her by the back of her head, and supports her movement, helping her take more of him– just like she knows he likes.

“You’re so fuckin’ good,” Harry murmurs. “Taking me so good.”

She bobs her head up and down, the velvety walls of her mouth feeling snug, and so warm around his cock. She sucks him in her mouth, can feel him watching her every move as she places her other hand on his balls, squeezing them gently which earns her a throaty moan from Harry. She looks up, finding his gleaming eyes. 

It’s a silent conversation they have between them, and he knows. 

He does, because he begins moving his hips, fucking into her mouth ever-so-gently as his other hand, the one that’s not wrapped around her hair, travels down to her chest. He squeezes her boob over her t-shirt, then moves it under her chin, wanting to feel her warm skin against his palm rather than the feel of cotton. 

He squeezes hard, her nipple hardening under his touch, and she hums around him, which leads him to buck his hips in a more practiced manner, fucking her mouth harder than he was.

“I’m gonna cum,” he mutters, words tasting familiar, and she squeezes his balls once more, fondling them, playing with them before she goes deeper, feeling the tip touching the back of her warm throat. 

She sucks him harder and more determined than she was before, and when he tweaks the pebbled nipple between his thumb and index, she takes him out of her mouth, knowing he’s close.

Harry watches her like a hawk, “Want me to cum on your gorgeous face– make a mess?”

Her hand continues her slow strokes, and she nods, squeezing the tip exceptionally hard. 

“Fuck,” Harry chokes out, and he comes.

He holds himself at the base, their hands touching as white, sticky stripes coat her face–cheeks, lips, and chin–and she grins at his aim, tongue already peaking out to get a taste.

“Fuck me–”

She hums at the taste. “Love your cum.”

“Jesus– did you just suck me dry after peeing on a stick,” Harry laughs, chest rising up and down, trying to calm down after his high.

She laughs, and gets on her knees, walking backwards on the bed. 

“I guess,” she gets on her feet, and walks into the ensuite. 

She washes her face, and grabs two face cloths that she uses to take her makeup off. She wets them, and walks back into their bedroom, spotting him laid against the pillows, cock still out, soft against his thigh.

She laughs, and gets on the bed, Harry’s eyes finding hers. “You’re disgusting,” she says, wiping him in between hisses from him.

“Mmh, I love you, too.”

Y/N lets out another sigh, and kisses the top of his head. He looks up, eyes still shiny.

They find their old position in bed, Harry against her chest as they snuggle. Y/N lets out a content sigh, and kisses the top of his head. He looks up, eyes shiny.

“I’ll call Jane tomorrow,” he says, quietly, like he doesn’t want to disturb the stillness of the room. “To make an appointment.”

“Okay.”

“Are you– you’re happy, right?” He rubs the skin under her boobs from under her t-shirt.

“I… am. I’m a bit– you know, nervous,” she smiles, eyes closing, almost falling victim to sleep.

She feels him nod, his soft hair tickling the side of her neck. He hums then, “That’s normal, yeah? No matter what happens, you know you’ve me, right? And Teddy.”

“Yeah,” she murmurs. “I do. You, me, and Teddy.”

A silence falls over their tired bodies.

Harry breaks it. But not before travelling his right hand down to her tummy, stroking the warm skin there before he presses his face into her chest harder. She smiles, eyes still shut.

.・゜

Harry wakes up before her, and he smiles sleepily, nuzzling into the crook of her sleep-warm neck much like Thea would do. He hugs her body closer, and wonders what time it is– and if Thea is about to wake up. It can’t be that late, he thinks, judging by the light outside.

He’s sweaty– they both are, but Harry doesn’t care, and snuggles into her body more as if it’s possible, given their position.

He watches her sleep, eyebrows and jaw relaxed, her chest rising and falling peacefully. He attaches his lips to her clothed-chest, and kisses where her breast is. Totally innocent, and he knows she’s waking up– her breathing changes.

He smiles when he notices she’s refusing to open her eyes. A smile is threatening to appear on her beautiful face, though Harry doesn’t stop the way his hand is travelling down, until it reaches the bottom of her t-shirt. He lifts it up, revealing her naked stomach, and he moves his own body downwards, lips puckering to place a kiss where her belly button is.

“Psst,” he whispers into the skin of her stomach, and he smiles when he notices her muscles tighten– clearly trying not to move. “Anyone in there?”

In the dead silence of their bedroom, Harry strokes her skin, and taps his index finger just above her belly button. “Are you in there?”

“Harry…”

“Shh.”

She matches his tone. “What are you doing?” She whispers, hand resting on top of his head, messing with his already messy, sleep-tousled curls.

“Just, morning chat,” he bites his bottom lip, and presses his ear to her stomach.

He waits, and waits, until his eyes widen at the gurgling noise coming from inside.

He looks up, their eyes meeting.

“Don’t be stupid,” she cuts him off, when she notices him opening his mouth to get a word in. “I’m hungry, and probably need to poo.”

He laughs into her tummy, and kisses the beauty mark there. “You’re a disgusting woman.”

“Yeah,” she smiles, stretching.

“So,” he straightens up, and kisses her cheek. Then her nose, then her lips. “Morning.”

“Mmh,” another kiss. “Good morning.”

“Coffee and yoga before Teddy wakes up?” He asks, gaze hopeful.

“Ugh.”

He smiles, and opens his arms so she can snuggle into his body, clearly not wanting to get up yet.

“I’ll make you chocolate chip pancakes…”

She looks up. “And vanilla ice-cream?”

“Yes, baby.”

“Okay, let’s go.”

They kiss lazily as the coffee brews, both dressed in a soft jogger set, and she bites his bottom lip just before turning her attention back to their coffee. They drink, do some stretching and Harry guides her through some yoga moves, and they move to their spacious sofa. She places herself in front of him, leaning against his chest as they sip from their second cups.

It’s not long before Thea wakes up, and they prepare breakfast together, Harry cutting up fruit while she boils the egg. She makes a quick pancake batter mixed with veg for Thea, and Harry prepares their own breakfast, humming to an Eagles song coming from the speakers.

They eat, Harry records Thea while the five-year-old acts like she’s on MasterChef, and then, Y/N places their dishes into the dishwasher as Harry cleans their mess off the kitchen table.

“Jane messaged back,” Harry comes behind her, and snuggles into her, placing a kiss on the back of her neck.

Hours later, they’re inside the private clinic in East London, and Harry intertwines their fingers while they wait for Jane to see something.

They don’t understand what’s going on, and with every shape appearing on the screen, Harry holds his breath. He thinks this is it, this is our baby, and it makes Jane laugh, seeing the focused look on his face.

“You took the test yesterday?” Jane wants to confirm, as she clicks something on the keyboard.

Y/N hums. Harry squeezes her fingers.

“Well,” Jane presses one last key, and they both look up at her. “Congratulations,” she smiles, placing her hand on Y/N’s shoulder. “You’re five-weeks pregnant.”

Her bottom lip starts trembling, and she feels a sharp pain– clearly Harry squeezing the hell out of her fingers. She looks up, tears in her eyes, and it’s funny how they give each other the same look.

The same look they shared five years ago.

Jane leaves, and Harry sits next to her legs, hand never leaving hers.

“Baby,” he whispers, lips already puckered as he chases hers.

They kiss lazily, her hands around his neck, touching the hairs there before she pulls away, and Harry presses his forehead against hers.

“What’s wrong?” He says, voice laced with worry. He notices the look in her eyes. He knows it too well. “What’s wrong, baby– hey.”

“Harry…”

“What is it?”

“Please don’t leave us,” she whispers, shame and heartache clear in her voice. It’s timid, her touch on his chest, and Harry surges forward. He kisses her– hard.

“Never,” he whispers. “I’m never leaving, you hear me– look at me, Y/N,” he says, and she looks up, looks into his teary eyes. “I’m not leaving. I’m not. Never.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?” He nods, kissing her cheek before his hand drops to her sticky and cold stomach. He strokes the skin, and leans in to press a kiss where he thinks their baby is. “I love you– I love you so much, and I love Teddy so much,” he pauses, and looks up at her. Hand still on her stomach, he whispers, “And I love them.”

They pick Thea up from school, and she talks about her day, the drawing she made in Music because Mr Anderson is gone, I think he’s dead.

“I’m sure– I’m sure he’s not, sweetheart,” Harry says, voice trembling a little as he eyes Y/N. He mouths a what the fuck, and they hold their laughter while Thea goes on and on about her day.

They come home, Harry bathes Thea–more like they stay in the tub for a long time because they’re both kids who love to play with bubbles–and Y/N calls them downstairs when the food’s ready. It’s a simple pasta dish, because she knows Thea loves it.

“Did you give your book back to Mrs Bea, Teddy?”

Thea looks up at Y/N and nods. “Yes. She gave me another one. It’s about a zog. It’s really not fun.”

Harry chuckles, closing his mouth when he almost chokes. “Why, Teddy?”

“I don’t care about zogs, daddy. And,” she reaches for more warm bread. “This book is super easy. I can read it in two seconds. I can read harder books.”

“Two seconds, really?” Y/N asks, reaching to ruffle her damp curls.

“Mhm. Zion timed me. Two seconds. Maybe a bit more.”

“Okay, bunny.”

“I’m also thinking of sleeping in your bedroom, mummy. You and daddy and me,” she nods, clearly to herself, and Y/N shares a look with Harry.

Harry beats her to it, though. “Okay… why? Is everything okay in your room?” He asks, putting more pasta in his mouth.

Thea shrugs, turning her fork in the bowl. “Yes. I just feel lonely,” she looks at Y/N. “Mummy, you have daddy. Daddy you have mummy. And me,” she notes, tone higher. “I have no one to cuddle at night.”

“Oh,” Y/N chuckles.

“You can sleep with us tonight, Teddy,” Harry agrees, his hand finds Y/N’s thigh under the table. He squeezes gently.

When they’re settled in bed, the three of them, Harry reads her a few pages of Five Minutes’ Peace, and they snuggle under the duvet.

Harry turns to Y/N, looking at her over Theadora’s head of curls. They have a silent conversation before Harry clears his throat. He closes the book, and places it on his bedside table.

She gets it.

“Teddy,” she whispers, stroking her cheek.

She looks up.

“Your dad and I want to tell you something,” she says, watching the child nod.

Harry turns to his side, and kisses her forehead, waiting for Y/N to continue.

“What do you think about having a little brother or sister?” She asks, and Harry knows she’s nervous.

He is, as well.

Theadora hums.

“Now?” She asks, folding her arms over the duvet. She looks cute, lips pursed in thought.

She doesn’t sound upset, or angry.

Harry smiles at the question.

Y/N looks up at him, though he lets her do this on her own.

“Yeah– would you want that?”

“I think so… when is she coming here?” Theadora asks, eyes on Y/N.

“Um, nine months,” she says, smiling at the way she’s referring to the baby as ‘she’.

“Wow,” Theadora whispers, the time-frame sounding like an eternity. “Is she in your belly, now?”

She clears her throat, not expecting the question, nor the look she’s giving her. She’s looking down at her stomach, and Harry’s hand finds Theadora’s curls, stroking the side of her face.

“Yeah,” Y/N whispers. She nods.

“Wow.”

Harry can’t wait any longer. “How does that make you feel, Teddy?”

“I guess,” she says, biting her pinky into her mouth. Y/N watches with her lip trapped between her teeth. “I guess I want her to be here now. Maybe this week. I can’t wait that long,” she huffs, making them both laugh.

Y/N looks up with tears in her eyes, meeting Harry’s gaze.

“They need to stay inside mummy’s tummy so that they’re healthy when they’re born, T!” Harry laughs, kissing her cheek.

“They? Are there two?”

Y/N smiles. “One, but we don’t know if it’s a girl, or a boy.”

“I want a girl.”

“You want a sister?” Harry blows a raspberry into her neck, earning a shrill scream from her.

“Oh my Gosh,” the small child exclaims. “If baby is a girl, I can give her my dresses. And,” she gets one leg out of the duvet, clearly feeling hot. She turns to Harry, hands finding both his cheeks as she squeezes his face. “I can teach her your songs.”

Harry smiles, tears welling up in his eyes. “Of course.”

Y/N laughs, having always loved seeing Harry and Teddy interact.

“Maybe she can come to your concerts and watch you with me,” Thea thinks out loud, hands now playing with Harry’s cross necklace.

“Well,” Y/N chuckles. “She’s going to come wherever we go, Teddy,” she smiles, stroking her back. She presses a kiss on her neck.

Thea turns to her, and snuggles into her body, hand still around Harry’s necklace. “Everywhere?”

“Yeah. She’s going to be your little sister. Like best friends.”

“Okay… she’s coming to Nana’s, too? And Grammy’s?”

“Yes, Teddy.”

“Okay, well, I need to talk to Nana and Grammy,” Thea murmurs, sleep clearly taking over.

“Oh?” Harry smiles, kissing her nose. He fixes the duvet around her, and watches Y/N press her own ‘goodnight’ kiss to her chubby cheek.

It’s silent after that, and they both watch Theadora sleep, before Harry’s hand finds Y/N’s tummy under the duvet.

He rubs her tummy for a while before she places her hand over his, and they share a look.

“I guess she’s happy?” She whispers.

“I think? Though,” Harry gets comfortable, now laying on his back. “The last comment had me worried,” he laughs quietly.

“Which one?”

“How she wanted to ask my mum and your step-mum about the baby.”

She lets out a gasp. “I need to call them first thing in the morning,” she whispers, turning to her side. She strokes Thea’s arm, and finds Harry’s loving gaze. “She’s such a gossip, she’d tell them before we did.”

“I love you,” Harry smiles.

“I love you, too.”

“Thank you,” he closes his eyes.

She lets out a snort. “Stop thanking me for silly things,” she pinches his hand, and he smiles harder, eyes still shut. “I love you so much, you’re such a great dad.”

He opens his eyes at that. “Am I?”

It’s a constant worry for him, she knows.

“You are,” she says, hand cupping his cheek as he leans into the touch.

They stay like that for a while, and the last thing she remembers before falling asleep is Harry’s warm hand finding her tummy once again.

[chronically-ghosted]

Taylor!!! Happy 1k to you!!!!! So well deserved. Hope you’re having fun celebrating 💕

💫- “Do you have to leave right now?” “I can stay for a little while longer.” with big soft guy Frankie Morales please 🥰

Em xx

heat lightning

rating: teen pairing: frankie morales x f!reader word count: 1.1K summary: this is not your frankie warnings: angst, reader and frankie have a daughter, proceeds the events of the movie, everyone's having a really bad time a/n: thank you for your request, Em! i know i don't usually do angsty!frankie but i think this scene had been brewing in my head for a while and i wanted to try it out! love you so much and i hope you like it!

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When you were nine, your aunt and uncle divorced. An ugly thing – lots of crying, late nights up with your mother, arguments over the phone, loyalties tested, lines drawn in the sand. You didn’t understand much of it at the time, but there was always a moment that imprinted on your young psyche that has stayed there ever since.

You can almost smell the spilt wine on the carpet in the living room, hear your mother muttering and blotting with one hand, the other on her sister’s knee. You couldn’t see your aunt’s face from your perch on the staircase. Perhaps because it was elicit – you had been put to bed hours ago – or because you were curious – you had never seen an adult cry before – but you can recall the memory as if it were yesterday. From between the banisters of the stairs, only your aunt’s back was visible, hunched over and swaying as if unable to hold herself up right. It reminded you of your baby brother before he could hold his neck – precarious and loose in a way that was almost horrific in its vulnerability. She sways, back and forth, your mother’s hand on her knee - it’s alright, it’s just a spill, we’ll clean it up, don’t worry, it won’t stain – and then your aunt mutters the words you will forever remember for the rest of your life. The words butting up against each other, slurred on top of each other, she whispers:

“I woke up to a stranger.”

You think about your aunt and your mother and the fights and the wine and the calls and how you never saw your cousins much after that as you stare up at the shadowed ceiling, as lighting blinks reality white for a fraction of a second. Thunder rumbles, angry like your aunt, but for some reason you can’t feel anger. You don’t know what you feel but your jaw remains slacked, your joints sink into the sheets, your throat clear. 

Another growl of thunder, a single shriek of the alarm clock at 3AM, and Frankie’s hand slaps it silent, the alarm unnatural and too loud, threatening to bring the ire down from some great furious eye. Rage you couldn’t begin to grasp at, but wished for. The fortifying self-righteousness of anger would feel lovely right now. 

Instead, all you can hear is your aunt’s drunken words. 

Beside you, Frankie is still through the next beat of thunder, the spark of lightning, and then he sits up. He faces away from you, shoulders rounded like your aunt, but firm and steady unlike your aunt. In the next snap of lightning, you watch the planes of his back glow, muscle and scars and bone and sinew just as familiar to you as your own hands. You could trace Frankie blind-folded if you had to. Your hand goes to him as it has an incalculable amount of times over the past few years, unaware of what your conscious mind knows: you can’t make him stay.

A stranger – how can he possibly be a stranger to me?

Your hand on his lower back stirs him, waking up to the heat of your palm.

“It won’t be long,” he says for the dozenth time, a mantra for him as well as you. “I’ll be back before Alejandra’s party.” 

The Frankie you know, the Frankie you love would never even risk missing his daughter’s birthday. This hulking thing in the shape of your husband sees it as something worth losing, in favor of money. This hulking thing in the shape of your husband wants to provide, wants to prove there is a sliver of a better man beneath the coke addiction, beneath the suspension of his license. It wants to provide, provide, provide when all it does to you is take. 

Neither of you know this now but it will take him over a month to come back, empty handed but filled to the brim with more nightmares than before. One month to the day of this night, you will google, “when is a missing person presumed dead?” and then close your laptop so hard, it shatters and you blow a hole in your bedroom wall with the force you throw it across the room. 

This hulking thing in the shape of your husband is foreign to you, strange, but it still smells like him. Sounds like him. Has the same warm cup of his hands. 

When you don’t respond, or even beg, he moves to stand, the slats under the bed groaning. He promised to fix those months ago. 

He stands and your fingers curl around your husband’s wrist. Even the beat of his pulse sounds just like Frankie’s. But this is not your Frankie.

You hope to God and whatever else is listening that Frankie finds himself in the dark bowels of that wet jungle. 

Your mouth dry and your own heartbeat loud in your ears, you look up at him, into those dark brown eyes that make up your whole world. They are unfamiliar to you as they watch you with an emotion you can’t ever remember seeing in his eyes before. 

“I know you have to go,” and you do, you know this is something he has to do for himself, not for you or your daughter, but himself and there’s nothing you can do to stop him. “But do you have to leave right now?”

This hulking thing that smells like your husband, sounds like your husband, maybe loves you like your husband goes still. Beneath your fingertips, you swear his heartbeat slows. Lightning flashes again and you lose completely the shadowy outlines of his face in the total darkness.

And in that flash, his wrist slips out from between your fingers – this thing is going to be intentionally cruel as he cuts the cord and takes off with the soul of your husband – and then a broad hand slips down to your shoulder, your elbow. Gently pushing, guiding you back onto your side, he slips back under the covers, encasing your body in skin and warmth you know so well,  muscle and scars and bone and sinew just as familiar to you as your own hands. His breath is soft, relaxing as he curls around you and you hate this thing even more because it really does a wonderful impersonation of your husband, the man you love, the man you will always love. 

You let the tears come because you know they won’t break his fickle stone heart and you need relief. 

He holds you as you cry, his nose in your ear as he says, 

“I can stay for a little while longer.”

[findingnemosworld]

𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐫𝐭 - 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐤 𝐬𝐳𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐳𝐥𝐚𝐢

• 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐦𝐞.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐫𝐭 ... 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐩*𝐫𝐧.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤, ( 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐤 )

( 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 )

he lived, ate and breathed football – yet in the midst of it all, he had her.

the relationship he had with his father wasn’t what you’d call a normal relationship, a well intricate bond built solely on his father’s wish for his son to become the best footballer there is; it seemed to work, dominik had firmly believed that football is the only way to gain his father’s approval, often times becoming so immersed in his chase to perfection that he barely noticed the fatigue and emotional distress crawling through towards him.

that is until he met her.

their first encounter happened on a summer day, he’d returned home from training when a curly haired brunette around his age had caught his eye, she was sitting out on the porch of the next door residence while his mother chatted with a woman, he assumed to be her mother, their eyes met and for what felt like an eternity, a sense of relief washed over him as the six year old girl waved at him with a broad smile, he tentatively waved back mirroring her smile before walking back into his home.

that was the day everything had changed …

in the midst of the chaos, in the midst of all the pressure he endured to become the best player his father knew he’d be, she was right there to soothe every wound.

their friendship was private, as his father had somewhat instilled the notion that any outside interferences would be considered a hinder to his dream, a dream he was often unsure if he truly wanted.

yet she, she’d constantly inspire him; remind him that everyone that had been put on earth has a purpose, his just so happened to be that of being on the pitch with a ball between his feet.

every match he had participated in, she was there to cheer him on, dressed in his jersey carrying a different sign every time he spotted her – it might have seemed normal to an outside spectator, those two were merely friends, however for him she had long crossed onto a different bridge, she was more than just a friend, in all of the darkness the world has to offer, she was the light, she was his light.

at first he firmly believed he’d untangle himself from the emotions he’d chucked down to being a teenage crush; yet, on her eighteenth birthday which fell a week after his he knew he was a goner, he was and still is madly in love with her, their families spent the night together and she had decided that they’d sneak out into the backyard of her home and that’s when she admitted the secret she has been withholding for a while.

" i met someone "

three syllables, akin to a knife that penetrated his heart, his brows knit in confusion as he tries to make sense of what he had heard, she, the angelic entity, the reason he was able to push through everything that had been placed in his path was with someone else, someone who gets to kiss her, who gets to love her; he hung his head down for a brief second before lifting it up to meet her gaze, a broad faux smile across his lips. " who is it? " he asks, hoping his voice didn’t come off as shaky.

" he’s name is tomas, my classmate " she responds, the gentleness in her tone served to further shatter his heart. " we’ve been seeing one another for two months "

" oh? " he echoed, swallowing the lump in his throat before he added, " i’m happy for you baba "

" it’s not serious but i like him " she states, in an attempt to convince herself, " is that weird or am i crazy? "

" no baba " he replies, placing his hand over her shoulder, " it’s not weird, you’re just discovering your feelings, don’t rush it – just give it time and you’ll understand it in due time "

she nods, " you’re right " she said with a smile before adding on, " what about you? "

" what about me? " he retorts with a confused expression.

" weren’t you dating that italian instagram model? " she wonders.

" ah " he said then chuckled, " it didn’t work, we wanted different things " — which wasn’t a lie, they’d fallen through due to the fact that every part of him didn’t want that girl, he wanted her yet she wasn’t his; he had to settle on being the best friend. " besides i need to focus on football more "

she nods in understanding, " when’s your final match " she asks.

" a week from now? why? " he wonders.

" so i can book my flight, you don’t think i’m going to miss seeing my best friend fight for the championship " she giggles.

" baba, you don’t have to! " he exclaims, " you have school, and the last thing i want is for you to interrupt your life for me "

" i have a week off you idiot, i want to see you play besides … " she said, her lips puckering into a pout, " we haven’t spend time together at all "

he avoids her gaze, silently berating himself for purposefully creating a rift between them, it wasn’t facile by any means, yet he felt like he had to move forward – " you’re right, we haven’t " he murmurs.

" that means i’m spending a week with you and you can’t do anything about it " she states with a soft smile.

it was that night that he knew deep down, he wasn’t escaping her love, no matter how arduous he tried, she would always be there; she was, from austria, the pair moved to germany following her split from tomas, while she secured a job as a ballerina/instructor for young girls — he thrived in his new home that is rb leipzig.

the pair would continue supporting one another in their ventures all the while denying that their bond had shifted resulting in awkward moments and failed attempts at moving forward, suddenly the fire that’d been brewing had become far too intense to handle.

he’d returned home from a night out with his friends, drained and ready to fall asleep – he walks in to be met with complete silence which was odd given the fact that she normally would be in the living room watching a film or in the kitchen cooking, he didn't think much of it, he removed his shoes and walked further inside, placing his keys into the basket on the counter before walking into the kitchen to grab a glass of water, downing the glass in one gulp he then made his way towards his bedroom when all of a sudden he heard what appeared to be a moan, her moan.

his brows knit in confusion, was she in pain? he wondered - his hand hesitantly reaching over to twist the knob open in order to check in on her; then, the moan that escaped her lips had shifted into a loud cry, 'fuck, fuck ...'

she wasn't in pain, his brain alerted him; his eyes had widened in shock as a surge of desire coursed through his veins, shooting blood straight into his cock, she's touching herself.

leisurely, he twists the knob to open the door wide enough, careful not to make any noise; in that moment, he wished he could engrave this sight in the back of his mind for all eternity, she looked like a work of art, she was a work of art, lying on that bed, bare of any clothing with her slender digits expertly toying with her slick pussy, her lips parted, trembling with whimpers, moans and cries escaping in response to the clear pleasure that enveloped her.

" fuck dominik "

if he wasn't achingly hard a minute ago, he was right now - there she was, touching herself to him, her hips were rising up to create further friction as she chased her high; just then, her eyes shot open and a gasp escapes her lips as she tries to cover herself, her cheeks were flushed, a look of shame evident across her features. " dominik " she whispers.

he was silent for a minute before asking her with a hoarse voice," why did you stop? "

" i ... " she opened then closed her mouth, unsure of what to make of the situation at hand. " i ... i didn't hear you come in "

" why the fuck didn't you tell me? " he asks, desire dripping from his tone. " why didn't you tell me you were thinking of me too? "

her eyes widened, " what? " she whispers.

instead of responding, dominik proceeds to remove his shirt and pants before he climbed up on top of her bed, caging her between his arms, their eyes locked in an intense gaze before they trailed down to her swollen lips. " baba " he whispers hoarsely, swallowing the lump in his throat, his thumb gently tracing the apple of her cheek. " do you have any idea how long i have been thinking of you? i tried to let you go, every time and i just couldn't; then you decide to live with me, the pure torture of having you close to me; not being able to kiss you, to touch you, it was getting far too intense for me to handle so tell me baba, tell me that you weren't just touching yourself to another person, tell me that i wasn't the only one that felt the tension between us "

his touch sent warmth spreading across every inch of her body, " i ... dom " she whispers.

he rests his forehead on hers, his eyes completely shut as he whispered against her lips, " kérlek, édes lányom, ne törd össze a szívem! "

her slender digits wrap around the chain he wore to tug him close, only a silver of distance between their faces, " please " she whispers.

his lips curl into a broad smile, " you have no idea how long i have dreamt of this moment " he utters each syllable with a deep groan, closing the distance between them with a searing passionate kiss, never in his wildest dreams did he think it would happen yet it did, and he planned on taking full advantage of every moment.

from the sounds she made in response to his touch, to her delectable lips that were akin to a drug, this was everything he could have hoped for and then some, " you taste so delicious kislány, so addicting " he murmurs against her lips, one hand gripping her waist with clear force.

" domi " she moans in response, eliciting a groan from him.

" i can't wait any longer " he grunts, rolling them around in which he was now on his back whilst she was on top of him, " take it out baba, take my cock out kérlek, need to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock "

spurred by the desire enveloping the two of them, she pulls his boxers down to free his cock from the constraints - her gaze trails down to see the entire length flushed to the very tip which leaked of clear desire, tentatively she wraps her hand around his cock eliciting a hiss from his lips; then she swiped her thumb over his slit collecting the spec of his arousal in order to lubricate the sensitive skin, " domi, you're so big "

" yeah " he breathed out, releasing a strangled moan, " why don't you push it in then? "

" will it fit? " she asks, hesitance evident through her tone.

he smirks, " we'll make it fit, i just need to feel that warm pussy around my cock "

despite the hesitance, she opted to move forward, carefully aligning the length of his cock to her slick walls - she leisurely sits down, the pair releasing an unanimous moan at the friction caused by his cock penetrating her walls. " oh " she whimpers.

" baba " he moans, his hands gripping her waist. " baba, olyan mennyei érzés így körém tekeredni. " he whispers, his chest rising and falling at a gentle pace. " this is everything i could have dreamt of baba, you on top of me like this "

she stills for a moment, her gaze trailing over his chest, landing on the chain he wore, he seemed to have noticed as well which prompted him to remove it then say, " wear it, want to see you ride my cock while you're wearing it " he moans, thrusting upwards.

she whimpers, the sight of chain around her neck and the pendant landing in between the valley of her breasts was more than enough for him to let out another moan, " fuck, you're perfect " he whispers, gripping her waist, " come on baba, bounce on my cock, want to see your pussy swallowing my cock entirely "

she nods, releasing a soft sigh before she set a leisure pace, moving up and down while his grip on her waist remained as tight as it was, she whines softly, " domi, your cock is big "

" i know baba, but you can handle it, i know you can " he cooed, one hand reaching up to squeeze her breasts then toy with her nipples eliciting a soft cry from her. " te vagy az én jó kislányom, csakis az enyém "

the intensity of this moment, coupled with the delicious friction of his cock seething in and out of her walls sent her on a perfect edge, caught between the euphoria of his touch as well as the fact that after years of fighting back, they'd finally given in to what they felt for one another, " domi, i need you to touch me " she whimpers.

he chuckles darkly, teasing her by caressing her inner thigh with his palm. " where do you want me to touch you baba? " he asks, his tone dripping with a teasing glint. " you have to guide me "

" domi " she whines, " please, touch me " she continued moving up and down in an attempt to chase her high.

" you have to use your words baba " he tuts with a mocking tone, " i can't touch you if i don't know where to touch you "

fueled by anger and desire, she grabs his hand guiding it to her clit eliciting another chuckle, " now that wasn't so hard, wasn't it baba? " his thumb begins to rub circles around the sensitive bud eliciting soft whines from her lips. " look at you, taking my cock like the good girl you are, think you can go harder baba hm? "

she whines, " fuck, just like that " her eyes were tightly shut as she threw her head back.

" answer me baba " he rubs her clit harder, " you think you can bounce harder than that, show me that you want this cock, i know you do, you've been fucking yourself just now "

she nods; through labored breaths she ups the pace, letting out strangled whimpers and moans. " domi, i am going to cum " she whispers.

" i can feel it baba, you're squeezing my cock with your delicious pussy " he whispers hoarsely, further adding more friction on her clit, " come on, baba ... cum for me "

her thrusts grew rapid; in turn sloppy until she let out a rather obscenely loud cry as the knot in her abdomen erupts, " fuck ... just like that, just like that "

he watched her, with pure adoration before he said through strangled moans, " baba, i need your lips " he paused before adding on, " need your lips around my cock "

with a lazy smile, she moves from his lap to situate herself between his legs, her hand wrapped around his cock while her lips snuggly wrap around the tip eliciting a whine from him, " jesus baba, ... just like that, you have no idea how many nights i wanted this ... " he sighs, " my hand could only do so much "

his last phrase sent shockwaves to her still very sensitive pussy, spurring her to take more of his cock inside her mouth, the tip hitting the back of her throat causing him to thrust forward releasing a deep groan, " fuck "

her tongue traced every prominent vein while he withered under the effect of her lips along with her tongue, his digits thread through her hair to create a makeshift ponytail while he watched her take his cock through half lidded eyes, every nerve of his body lit up with desire for her, " such a good girl, keep sucking, i'm almost there ... oh fuck " his head sinks further into the pillow, " just like tha- oh fuck " he grunts upon feeling her her hand massage his balls, " baba, oh my god your hand is so soft, keep going ... fuck "

of all the art she had witnessed in her lifetime, nothing could come close to the sight of dominik, the boy she knew as reserved, composed and quite in control, right now be reduced to a whimpering mess, she continued her ministrations using both her mouth and tongue as well as her hand on his balls till she felt his cock twitch in her mouth before he lets out a loud grunt, his cock releasing ropes of arousal down her throat, she laps up every drop before pulling back, a trail of spit connecting her mouth to his tip.

he then tugs her up, her body laid directly over his, " that was ... " he whispers before chuckling.

" long over due " she giggled, pecking his lips.

he deepens the kiss, " far too long " he smirks before adding on as he stroked her hair. " baba, i mean it " he whispers. " you've been my beacon of light since the day we met, and i can't see a life without you "

she smiled softly, " so what does that mean? "

" that means " he trails off, releasing a soft breath, " you're my girl, my work of art "

she kissed him once more, " signed, sealed and delivered "

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Always & Forever Eighteen - Marshall Mathers x Reader Series

Words: 4.6k

Pairings: Marshall Mathers x Fem!Reader Series

Synopsis: They loved each other with every fibre and being. They knew that they were meant to be together, but it seemed like every obstacle came in the way. She was twenty-one, he was forty and they knew that it would be hard. Therefore, they promised forever and always as they were meant to be together despite every turmoil that came their way.

Warnings: Swearing, Alcohol, & Angst.

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Hope you enjoy :)

March 2018

Y/N was incredibly successful. In the five years she had become incredibly successful. From graduating with her master’s degree, to having her art headline shows and then securing a job as an art curator. Life was amazing! Life was terrific! Life was working exactly the way she wanted.

Remaining true to their word, Marshall ad Y/N had not talked over the past few years. She had sent an email a few times as a thank you for the birthday wishes, but that was it. There was no catch-up, or small talk.  They simply moved on. Y/N kept tabs on her ex-boyfriend, seeing he was releasing music. The Marshall Mathers LP2 dropped not long after they ended, and then Revival came which was also a very good album despite the uproar. She followed him on Instagram and saw him pop up once and a while which was fine for her.

Additionally, Marshall sent a birthday present every year. She got the Cartier bracelet on her graduation and since then he sent another one on her birthday each year. Each one has a different style. She had four now and she knew she would get a fifth soon.

New York City was her home. However, she had not dated any man since Marshall. She could not bring herself too. Instead, she began seeing a woman. She had a long-term partner, Aemma who was a journalist, but she moved to London in January. She loved Aemma a lot, but not in the way she loved Marshall.

Marshall on the other hand… was just living his life the best he could.

-

It was the beginning of March when Y/N came home. The city that never slept was no quieter tonight, but inside Y/N’s apartment, a rare silence settled as she stood alone, clutching the velvet-lined box that arrived today.

Her birthday was tomorrow. Twenty-six years old and she still had no idea what she was doing.

However, when she opened the box exposing the Cartier bangle. This one was a diamond tennis bracelet in the metal she most desired. It gleamed under the dim light of her living room. Now five…five years without him. A silence testament to the love that lingered despite the distance and time. Her fingers traced the bracelet…he spent a fortune.

Her phone buzzed on the table, pulling her from her reverie. It was a message from Aemma checking on her who is now thousands of kilometres away in London. Y/N glanced down at the message but did not open it. Instead, she found herself putting the bracelet on and pulling out the little note.

Doll,

Happy 26th.

Always and forever.

-M

She smiled at the note. Always and forever just like the first one that was engraved with their saying. The memory of Marshall’s last words to her played on a loop in her mind. He said it with such conviction that she had almost believed, but life had taken them down different paths. Paths that never seemed to converge, no matter how much she wished they would.

As she stood there, lost in thought over the grieving of her favourite relationship, the distant sounds of the city began to fade. She was transported back to when they first met.

Their love had been passionate, intense and ultimately, too powerful to sustain. They burned too bright, too fast, leaving nothing but ashes in their wake. Yet, despite the pain, the heartbreak, and the years apart, Y/N could not deny the part of her still yearned for the fire they once shared.

The bracelets…five of them were a reminder of the past, but also a beacon of hope for the future. She knew she had to move forward, but she could not help but wonder if there was still a chance for them. Could their paths cross again? Could they find a way back to each other?

-

Y/N was back in Detroit. For the first time in five years, she was back in Detroit. It was Meira’s wedding. She saw her best friend two weeks ago in Vegas for the bachelorette but her being a Detroiter for life, she had her wedding in the city.

Her new husband was also in science. Meira became a researcher in stem cells and her husband is a neurological doctor. She was happy which made Y/N happy.

Y/N adjusted the strap of her hunter-green bridesmaid dress. It had straps and a deep-v, making her breasts pop as she glanced around the bustling wedding venue. She was twenty-six now. Her life was coming together, but she did not know a single person at this wedding due to being away for five years. She had no idea who the rest of the bridesmaids were despite meeting them two weeks ago in Vegas.

Meira stood radiant in her wedding gown, surrounded by laughter and joy and her new husband. It was a beautiful day. The wedding was at her family farm outside of Detroit by the lake.

As she mingled through the crowd, she had a glass of white wine in her hand as she talked to people and shared stories. It was nearing the end of the night when she spotted a girl she had not seen in forever. Dark brunette hair, tall and curvy but tiny at the same time. She turned around and Y/N instantly recognised her.

Hailie Jade.

“No way,” she mumbled walking up to her. She was talking to another woman, but their eyes met.

“Y/N!” she exclaimed taking a step forward.

“Hi,” Y/N replied accepting her hug and pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Wow, look at you all grown up. You have to be what… twenty-two now?” she asked.

“Sure am. Look at you, all grown up now too. What have you been up to?” she exclaimed.

“Ah, just the art world. Is Alaina here too?”

“Yes, and dad,” she said. “Do you want me to find him?” she asked, looking over the crowd.

“Oh,” Y/N said unsure of what to say. “It’s ok. I will probably run into him at some point.”

“You won’t recognise him. He has dark hair now and a beard. Looking like he is forty-five nearing forty-six.”

Y/N chuckled. “He always ages like fine wine.; I have seen pictures on Instagram. He looks good.”

“How about you tell him yourself as he is heading over here,” Hailie said. Y/N turned around and spotted the man she left behind.

He was dressed in a suit, his hair short and buzzed dark with a beard. His eyes still shined bright, and their eyes meant. He was holding two glasses and when he spotted Y/N, he stopped for a moment, licking his lips and eyes looking at her with disbelief. He did not age at all.

“Go say hi,” Hailie said.

Y/N was unsure what to do. However, as they stared at one another, Marshall got the confidence to walk towards her. The air was thick with unspoken words and memories. Y/N felt a rush of emotions – nostalgia, longing and a hint of sadness mixed with the undeniable thrill of seeing him again after so long.

“Y/N,” he said softly, voice carrying a mixture of surprise and something deeper.

“Marshall,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She glanced down at her hands, nervously twisting the bracelets on her wrists – gifts from him over the years, a silent reminder of their shared past.

Marshall glanced down to see the series of bangles and he smiled. She wore them…she always wore them. “I didn’t expect to see you here, but now I do because you’re Meira’s best friend from college,” he admitted, his gaze searching hers for any sign of how she felt.

Y/N managed a small smile. “Me neither, but Meira wanted me here and so, I am here.”

They stood in awkward silence for a moment, the noise of the wedding festivities swirling around them. Y/N felt the weight of their history pressing down on her, unsure what to say next.

“I’m glad you came. It’s nice to see you,” Marshall finally said, breaking the silence. “You look amazing. That colour brings out your eyes.”

“Thank you,” Y/N replied, feeling a rush of warmth at his compliment. “I like your new look. Dark hair and the beard suit you.”

They exchange a tentative smile, the years apart suddenly feeling insignificant in the face of their shared moment. Y/N wanted to ask him a thousand questions – about his music, his life, everything they had missed out on sharing – but she held back, unsure if he wanted to go there.

“I should-“

“Can I give you a hug and we can have a conversation?” he interrupted. Y/N nodded. Marshall put his drink down and Y/N did too. They slowly walked up to each other, and she looked over his shoulder seeing Hailie with a smile. Marshall wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as she pressed her head into his neck. They held one another for a moment and then she felt it, the kiss on top of her head. “You’re still so beautiful,” he whispered. “I missed you.”

Y/N pulled away and there were slight tears in her eyes, but she brushed them away.

“I missed you too,” she admitted.

“Are you here with someone?” he asked. “A date?”

She shook her head. “I am alone. I am going to get a drink. Do you want to come?” she said pointing to the bar and he nodded.

“Sure.”

Y/N walked over to the bar with Marshall behind her.

“Can I get a whiskey on ice?” she said to the bartender who began making her drink.

“When did you start drinking whiskey?” he chuckled.

“When your ex-girlfriend was a whiskey person,” she stated with a chuckle. “And also, when you do a lot of events with rich men.”

He slowly nodded but his brows furrowed. “Girlfriend?” he questioned.

“Ex-girlfriend. We broke up in January,” Y/N said with a tinge of sadness, “three years gone.”

Marshall nodded. “A woman?” he said in disbelief.

Y/N thanked the bartender for her drink and turned to look at him. “Surprised me too, but she is amazing. However, I understood when she had to follow her career.”

Marshall slowly nodded, ordering a Red Bull before turning to her. “Speaking of career, how is yours?”

“Good. I finished my master’s and now I am an art curator and I do art myself which are in galleries. I also teach at the university.”     

His smile was wide. “Good girl. I knew you would make a name for yourself,” he said.

Her heart fluttered lightly from those words. Good girl…she melted. Y/N took a sip of her drink and swallowed before biting her lip. “How is the music? The Marshall Mathers LP2 was so good. I was so amazed and then I listened to Revival and that was terrific. I really like how you wrote about the race problems and explored your relationship with Kim,” she rambled.

He nodded. “Thanks. The public wasn’t a fan, but I am glad you are. However, music is good. I am actually writing a new album right now.”

“Wow,” she exclaimed. “That’s amazing.”

Marshall nodded. “Um, how long are you in Detroit?”

“Three days.”

“Well,” he took a step forward so he was closer to her, “would like to catch up with you in these three days.”

“I would really like that,” Y/N said taking another step. “Wanna sit by the water and talk?”

“Yeah, please,” he said.

-

Hailie watched from the corner with Meira seeing them sit on the grass by the water, they were close, shoulders touching as they talked. They laughed and giggled, and Marshall began to play with hair lightly.

“I hope they get back together,” Hailie said looking over at Meira who is smiling.

“They will,” Meira said, “they have to, or else love is not real.”

Evan, Hailie’s boyfriend of two years came up next to his girlfriend handing her another glass of wine. “Who is talking to your dad?”

Hailie looked up at her boyfriend smiling. “The love of his life,” she said with a grin. “This is the first time they have seen each other in five years since they broke up.”

“The Cartier bracelet girl? The muse?” he questioned.

“His doll,” Hailie said. “God, please tell me they go home with each other tonight. My dad needs to get laid,” she chuckled walking away. “Let’s leave them be.”

-

Y/N’s head hit his shoulder as he shared a story, laughter coming from her as he took her hand. “This is good,” he said. “I needed this,” he admitted squeezing her hand.

Y/N looked up to him and saw him looking at her with such love still. “Thank you for the bracelets. They are beautiful,” she whispered. “You make my birthday every year wonderful.”

He smiled, tucking her hair into her ear. “It’s your birthday. Miss, I am twenty-six now,” he whispered. “So old.”

“I know,” she stated. “I am so close to thirty. My mom has been nagging me about when I will pop babies out.”

“What?” he exclaimed. “I mean I had my daughter at twenty-three so twenty-six…you’re a little late.”

Y/N chuckled. “Well, I don’t have a baby daddy so it’s not happening. Plus, I am still too young. I want to have my own gallery one day and Geneva is getting old and she said she might pass it to me.”

“The lady who bought your paintings?” he asked. “How old is she now?”

“She isn’t that old. Late sixties. Her kids have no respect for art. Therefore, she might give to me but honestly, I don’t know how much longer I will stay in NYC. The traffic is terrible, the people are mean, the economy is expensive, and I feel like if I were to drop dead in Manhattan I would get walked over.”

Marshall listened. “Where would you go?”

She shrugged. “Vancouver or maybe I will go to London for Aemma as I do miss her and us,” Y/N admitted. “Or even Detroit. I loved it here.”

His heart skipped slightly. “Come back to Detroit,” he said. “Come back.”

She sighed. “I know, but the art industry is not like it is in New York, Vancouver or London.”

Right, she had a point. However, he wanted to say…come back to me.

“What was your relationship with Aemma like?” he asked the dreaded question.

“It was beautiful. I loved her a lot. I still do actually. However, Marshall I have had four glasses of wine and a whiskey, and I feel like I can be honest. I never loved her the way I loved you. Nor could I bring myself to date another man,” she admitted.

Marshall took her confession to heart. However, she said, ‘loved’…past tense.

“Loved?” he whispered.

It was getting dark and the music behind them was still playing as people danced around. However, Marshall and Y/N were in their own little world at that moment. Hands holding one another as they looked at each with so much nostalgia.

“We were so toxic, Marshall. Have you ever thought that?” she stated. “We fought all the time. You didn’t trust me. You were insecure-“

“Y/N, you had trauma, and I did too. The only successes we had were toxic relationships so that is all we know. However, you hurt me too. You left me,” he said. “You left me, and I needed you.”

“I know, but I didn’t want to leave. I was so happy with you, but I had to pick my career over my own happiness too.”

“I was so angry when you left,” he said. “I was not ok with us ending. I wrote some pretty nasty songs about you. I never released them. I would never hurt you. However, I was hurt.”

Y/N sighed. “I made art of you. I sold it for a lot of money as I couldn’t look at it without being upset. I joined a poetry club where I slammed poetry our relationship,” she admitted.

“Then we are even,” he stated. “Art is our release.”

Y/N smiled. “You look really good, Marshall,” she said.

“I like what you did with your hair,” he whispered, flicking it.

“Wanna hear a dirty secret?” she whispered.

“Do tell.”

“I got a tattoo,” she whispered.

He chuckled. “So naughty. Where?”

“You have flirt with a little more, Mr. Mathers to see it,” she cooed before smirking.

“Oh,” he said astonished. “Well, Miss. Y/L/N, I could invite you home, but you’re more elegant than that.”

“That I am,” she said, getting up. “I should go say goodbye to the bride. I need to go home. I have had enough to drink, plus, maybe a special man might ask me for breakfast tomorrow…” she hinted.

He chuckled. “My house. 9 a.m.?”

“I will be there.”

“Need a ride?”

“Fun fact, I can drive now. I have a rental car. A little Volkswagen.” Marshall nodded, getting up but Y/N put her hand out to help him. “Old man,” she whispered.

“Take that back,” he barked jokingly. “I am not that old.”

Y/N grinned and hit her hip with his before walking back into the tent where everyone was. Hailie spotted her and her dad, walking over with Evan.

“So, is Y/N going home with you, Dad?” she asked with excitement. They chuckled.

“No, Hailie. I am not that girl anymore.”

Her fell. “You’re not single?” she said with clear sadness.

Y/N looked over to Marshall and then back to his daughter. “I am not going to sleep with your dad tonight. We had a good catch up, but my hotel calls me. Plus, I have had four glasses of wine and a whiskey so I can’t give consent,” she said. “Now, who is this man? Hello, handsome.”

Hailie grinned, holding Evan’s hand and looking up to his towering form. “This is Evan, my boyfriend.”

“Hi Evan, I am Y/N,” she introduced hand out to shake his hand. “Welcome to the Mathers family.”

“They have been very welcoming. Shame you left.”

Y/N nodded and shrugged. “Life happens,” she said with a small frown. “However, I miss the Mathers family,” she stated. “They were my family.”

“Y/N, we are still your family,” Hailie said giving her a hug. “You look so good. You look just stunning. I love your hair.”

Y/N smiled. “Thank you, Hay.” She pressed a kiss to her cheek. “I should go. I have an early breakfast so I should go sleep plus if I stay here, Meira and I will probably start doing tequila shooters which will make my panties drop,” Y/N whispered the last part. “And she has a husband to get to and I…”

“You have my dad.”

Y/N chuckled. “Goodnight,” she stated hugging her and seeing Alaina in the crowd and waving at her which made her face show shock across her face before walking over.

“Oh my God,” she exclaimed, hugging her.

“I am leaving but I will be in town. Text me. My number is the same.”

“Do you want me to drive you to your hotel?” Marshall asked. “Obviously, you didn’t drive here as you drank.”

Y/N pondered for a second. “Sure. I am just at the Hilton.”

They bid their farewell to the girls and Y/N gave her love to Meira and congratulated her before seeing the Lamborghini Aventador parked at the venue. That was a new one. Marshall opened the door for her, and she got in. Once in, he looked over to her and she smiled.

“You’re here,” he whispered.

“I am.”

“When’s your next art show?” he asked as backed the car up.

“Three weeks from now. I am doing a show on feminism and the queer community.”

“Where is it? NYC?”

“Yes, at Geneva’s art gallery.”

“I want to come,” he said.

“You want to see paintings of lesbians?” she chuckled.

“I mean, the idea of you making out with a woman does do things to me,” he chuckled.

“Ew,” Y/N commented. “Don’t be one of those guys.” She hit her arm but he gripped it, bringing her hand to his lips. “Kidding.”

“Good.”

“You haven’t told me about yourself…” she said softly.

“About what?”

“Dating?”

He shook his head with a disgusted face. “I don’t date, Y/N. You were the exception. I don’t trust people.”

All Y/N did was nod. It pained her slightly that he did not move on as she did, but he was Marshall and she knew his opinions on women. She was the exception, she was the moment he allowed himself to be vulnerable. Y/N looked out of the window as he drove. This had to be a newer car as she had never seen it.

“New car?” she tried to make conversation.

“Bought it when you left. Needed retail therapy,” he said so casually.

“So, you bought a has to be…two hundred thousand dollar car?” she mocked.

“I was hurt,” he stated, “and this made me feel better slightly.”

Y/N nodded and they arrived at the hotel, Detroit's city lights casting a warm glow over the quiet streets. They walked in comfortable silence, occasionally brushing against each other as they navigated their way. The air was cool, and Y/N felt a mix of anticipation and anxiety bubbling inside her.

Marshall walked Y/N into the hotel and stood there, ready to say his goodbye but Y/N said, “Come up for a moment. I feel like we haven’t talked a lot.”

He nodded and agreed. The elevator ride was filled with tension that neither of them addressed but felt deeply. Once inside her room, Y/N kicked off her heels and offered Marshall a sparkling water.

“Sure,” he said as he sat down on one of the couches. Y/N handed him the drink before walking in front of him.

“Can you unzip me?” she asked. “I am going to change into something more comfortable.”

Y/N stood between his legs, back turned to him as he stood up, towering over her. His fingers graze her shoulder lightly before finding the zip. He pulled it down exposing her bra and back. Y/N thanked him and walked to the bathroom, grabbing a pair of clothes on the way.

She came back in a tank top and shorts, sitting down next to him with sparkling water in front of her. They stared at one another for a moment, not sure what to say.

“I am really happy that Meira found the love of her life. A doctor too…” she gushed. “She deserved it.”

“What about you?” he asked. “Marriage?”

Y/N shrugged. “Depends on who I decide to spend the rest of my life with.”

“Meaning?”

“Marshall, you would never have married me,” she said honestly. “You were clear with that, but I was ready to spend the rest of my life with you. However, if I meet someone male or female and they want to marry me and I wanted that too, then sure.”

He was silent until he cleared his throat. “I am still ready to spend the rest of my life with you,” he admitted. “You’re the one for me.”

Y/N’s heart fluttered lightly upon hearing those words. Her heart filled with such love. “We are different people now, Marshall.”

“Then we do it all over again. Get to know one another,” he said.

“I am in New York,” she excused.

“Then come back to Detroit. You have said that you hate New York. What stops you? Aemma?”

“Aemma?” Y/N said. “Aemma was the first relationship I had that was not toxic, Marshall. She taught me a lot about me. I grew up with her and we barely fought. Marshall we fought-“

“I’ll be different. We will be different. You are older, more mature with a career now established.”

Y/N nodded. “You want us to go at it again?” she whispered unsure of what he was asking.

Marshall looked at her, taking her hand and squeezing it before bringing it to his lips. “I would always say yes to having you again.”

“Marshall,” she whispered, “we would never be able to do long distance. We get too much in our heads and we don’t have that type of trust with each other.”

“Come back to Detroit then.”

“There’s nothing in Detroit for me-“

“Your family. Me and the girls. Meira too. You have people here.”

“But my work-“

“There are galleries here-“

“I own my apartment. I would have to sell.”

“Think about it,” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She looked down to their hands and seeing the bangles that he spent a fortune on for her. He loved her and he still does and there was a piece of her that still deeply loved the man across from her.

They started talking about everything and nothing – catching up on the years they missed, laughing at shared memories, and revealing their hopes and fears for the future. As the hours passed, the conversation grew deeper and more intimate. Marshall spoke about the struggles he faced in his career, the pressure of staying relevant in the music industry and the loneliness that often accompanied his success.

Y/N shared her own challenges, the loneliness she felt in a city full of people, the pressures of the art world, and the void left by Aemma’s departure. She talked about her dreams, her aspirations, and the projects she was passionate about. Marshall listened intently, his gaze never leaving her face.  

At some point, they both grew quiet, the silence filled with unspoken words. Y/N’s head was against his shoulder as he held her. It was comfort and warmth and both parties were elated to be touching the other.

Y/N’s eyes began to flutter, drooping down due to the exhaustion of the day catching up with her. Marshall noticed and kissed her forehead.

“Get some sleep, doll,” he said softly, taking the water from her and placing it to the side. “You’ve had a long day.” Marshall moved, getting up and putting his hand out to help her up. “Want me to carry you?” he mused.

“Stay,” she whispered. “Stay the night.”

“We’re not having sex,” he said, “you’ve had a few drinks-“

“Just sleep with me. Next to me in bed. Naked though,” she joked. “You’re in a suit so you have to bed naked.” She was smirking at him.

“Boxers and it’s a deal,” he bantered. Y/N grinned and was about to say something but he interrupted. “And I want you in that tiny tank top, braless with panties. Then we have a deal.”

She nodded. “Deal.”

Y/N got up, pulling her shorts down to reveal her panties before she went to the bathroom to brush her hair, wipe her makeup off and brush her teeth. Marshall shed his suit, placing it on the chair as he waited for her on the bed. Y/N emerged with hair in a braid, and she walked to bed. She pulled covers back and got in, patting the spot next to her.

Marshall got into bed before pulling her tight to him. Her head hit his chest as her hand traced his stomach tattoo. She knew the story of it. She knew the story of all his tattoos.

“Where is your secret tattoo?” he whispered.

“On my hip,” she whispered, “it says ‘she is art’.”

“Roll over,” he said, and she did and he leaned down, pulling the hem of her underwear to the side to see it. “Cute,” he whispered, leaning down and kissing it. Y/N cupped his cheek before pulling him up. He leaned over her, their noses touching before she pressed a kiss to his lips.

He smiled against them.

“Goodnight, M,” she whispered before placing her head on his chest.

“Night, doll.”

-

Sorry for the long time not posting. Summer has been hectic.

Hope you enjoyed! Let me know thoughts.

Much love, Ava <3

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By Your Side

Kurapika x Little Sister! Reader

Summary: You've been in the woods for days after running away from your village that was attacked, but luckily, your big brother finally finds you!

A/n: Hiii, so I don't intend to be a writer here (I mainly post art), but this fic's just something I wanna try out! ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

It was getting dark again. She hasn’t eaten and drunk anything for days, but she couldn’t bring herself to move from where she was. What if they find her?

It was so sudden, a group of people arrived at the village and started attacking. The adults tried fighting back but……

Her parents told her to runaway as far as possible. She stood back up every time she tripped, not caring about the scrapes she got. She stopped at a secret spot where she would read books with her brother and their friend….Pairo.

She sat there, hugging the doll her father made, wearing the hat her mother knitted, and little scrapes covering her small limbs. 

She wished her brother was with her.

“Y/n!”

She looked up, it was her brother, Kurapika. He had a worried look on his eyes and was panting from running. She immediately got engulfed in his hug and he said how relieved he was to know that she was safe, away from the village’s tragedy.

~~~

“Y/n, we’re here.” 

On her brother’s back, she awoke to his gentle voice. Kurapika stood in front of a door to an inn that he said he was staying in temporarily. He carefully set her down to unlock the door. 

~~~

The girl sat in the warm water-filled bath tub with her knees held close to her chest. Her brother gently washed her hair, it reminded him of back then.

Whenever Y/n gets dirty after playing outside, sometimes he would help bathe her. They sung songs and splashed water at eachother. They sometimes would take baths together too. But those happy times were gone.

After she dried up and put on clothes, Kurapika made toasts with fried eggs on top and prepared cups of water. Y/n finally ate after days being in the forest. She devoured the bread quickly that her brother got worried.

“Hey, slow down! You’re gonna-”

Cough cough 

She choked on the food. Kurapika immediately went to her side to rub her back and giving her water.

“Y/n, don’t go eat food quickly like that…”

Her coughs died down.

“You haven’t eaten anything for days, have you?”

She nodded, shaking and whimpering.

“Hey, it’s alright. Just eat the food slowly, okay?”

~~~ 

The girl immediately fell asleep after finishing her meal. Her brother carried her to bed and tucked her in, he’s relieved to see his sister finally sleeping comfortably. How long has she stayed in the forest all alone? How long has she stayed awake to stay alert, to run away if the people who attacked the village finds her?

Kurapika went to grab the used tableware and looked at the items on the table that Y/n had with her when he found her. A doll made by their father and a hat knitted by their mother. They were both gifts for her 7th birthday. With both of them gone, those were the things that they had left of them.

~~~ 

After he did the dishes, Kurapika went to the bedroom but as soon as he stepped in, he heard soft sobs. Y/n was tossing and turning in her sleep. He realized she was a having a nightmare, so he went on the bed and held his sister close.

“Shh…shh…it’s okay, your big brother’s here.”

Her sobs slowly became quiet and soon stopped. She returned to sleep peacefully, this time clinging to Kurapika.

Being the only Kurtas left, Kurapika had to be the one to care for Y/n. He’d make sure she eats well, he’d make sure to teach her things, he’d make sure to protect her.

“Don’t worry, Y/n. I’ll be by your side.”

A/n: To be honest, this was actually a fic of my OC who's Kurapika's little sister (please check my art of her out ( •̀ ᎑ - )), but I edited it to be an x reader here.

[mgopinoon]

I can understand Austin not being there for her birthday since he is filming his movie. I didn't expect him to be around.

But from her past behavior, Kaia is all about reminding everyone that she's Austin's girlfriend. I do think had they had celebrated her birthday together, she would've made sure people knew about it. Even if it was before her actual birthday. She made sure she was seen with him on HIS birthday.

I know there are rumors they may have broken up. Obviously, nothing has been confirmed. I also understand that when it's someone's birthday everyone is going to celebrate them. But these two things are happening simultaneously. Last year, her family didn't make a fuss about her birthday. But now that there are rumors she and Austin split, it feels like this birthday was about making her feel better. I know her family loves her. I don't hate Kaia by any means. I just don't think she and Austin are meant to be.

But having a big trip to Disneyland. Hanging out with her girlfriends more than ever. Something just feels different...

This is the 3rd birthday that Austin isn’t at Kaia’s birthday party, it’s the weirdest relationship I’ve ever seen. I feel like this year has been the worst for this couple, even in December when they were on vacation they seemed more genuine and could still act like they liked each other, this all changed this year and we’ve only seen sadness and anger on both of their faces.

I know that girl knows that Austin doesn’t love her and that’s why she’s exhausting herself until the last minute to take advantage of him, if you google Kaia Gerber her name is always linked to Austin’s, an A-list actor who was nominated for Oscars and is recognized, she in return has gotten small roles in major movies and I think she already got everything she needed from Austin.

She announced 1 month before in the Daily Mail that she would be spending her birthday with Austin, that’s so weird, I mean who would doubt that? If you have a boyfriend of 3 years it’s obvious that you’re going to spend your birthday with him, that shouldn’t even be news but it was. Kaia was paparazzied alone that day and then we saw Austin partying alone which is even weirder. I don’t like to say they broke up because I’ve thought about it so many times and then we see them again and it becomes disappointing, not because I want our predictions to come true or to feed our ego as shippers, I wish it for their happiness, they both deserve more than what they have with other people. As you mention this year her family, her and her friends have made a spectacle of her birthday, ok her birthday is an important day but not because of all the fuss they’ve made, they’ve posted it everywhere as if it were the most important news in the world, but it doesn’t surprise me since Kaia’s ego and that family makes her life exposed in even the smallest way.

It’s clear that Kaia is doing badly, you’d have to be blind not to notice the considerable weight loss she’s had in the last few months and how miserable she still looks, but these last few days we’ve seen her very happy with her friends and family, I think she’s taking refuge in them. For me something happened, something broke, but I don't want to get too confident, because Kaia may still need to get more out of Austin.

[kingdom-by-the-sea]

Breakfast

Pairing- Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Summary- Spencer and Y/N are forced to put off their first date for the third time

Warnings- None

Words- 1259

This blurb is brought to you by the randomly generated word, breakfast, and me working to write more often without heavily critiquing myself. 💜

They had already had to cancel twice that month and from Hotch’s strained expression through his office windows, it looked like they were about to be 0-3.

Y/N slumped her head into her hands and began rubbing at her temples, “You have to be kidding me…”

It had been nearly a month and a half since she and Spencer had haphazardly asked each other out in a mutually awkward demonstration. The process had been painful and scary and nerve wracking but it was all going to be worth it, for the first date that was seemingly never going to happen. They had both been inordinately busy. Between work, visiting family, general bad luck and the biological need for sleep, it felt like they were chasing a ghost.

“This weekend?” He asked quietly, not wanting to draw the attention of unwanted eyes towards their fresh relationship.

Her lips pursed with disappointment, “I can’t. It’s my nephew’s first birthday and I’m staying the weekend with my parents.”

Spencer huffed out a disappointed sigh, ruffling the hairs in front of his face. God, she wanted to reach out and brush his hair from his face. She wanted to touch him and feel him and as great as it was to hold his hand in her lap, she wanted so much more. …But none of that can happen if we can’t even manage dinner.

Her face scrunched at the thought and the air in the room felt a bit more sour. Her mind was a never ending maze, each turn leading to a deeper spiral of doubts.

It had all felt so nice and happy when they had set up the first first date. So optimistic and pleasant. But everything had grown heavier since then and she worried the whole thing was turning into a chore. That was the last thing she wanted, to become bothersome enough that Reid thought it wasn’t worth the wait.

“You’re not going to change your mind, are you?” The words rushed out of her mouth before she could think them through.

“What?” Spencer’s attention turned towards her immediately and she could feel a shift even in his fingers.

“On the date,” she hesitantly clarified, preparing for the worst.

“No,” the word was fast and surprised confusion layered over it.

Spencer glanced down at their hands momentarily, “You haven’t changed your mind…have you?”

“No, no definitely not,” she rushed the words out in a breath, “I just…. I wish we didn’t have to keep putting it off. It feels like we’re not even getting a chance to start and it’s already blowing up in our faces.”

Reid’s face shifted slightly as he searched for the right thing to say. He was just about to start when Hotch finally made his appearance and that was that for the next few days.

~~~~

She and Spencer were curled on the couch together. It hadn’t taken long for Reid to fall asleep to the white noise of the jet and Y/N found herself enjoying the way his body leaned slightly against her in sleep, far more forward than she knew he would have dared to be awake, especially around all of their coworkers. God, he was beautiful. She felt the familiar surge of emotions as she watched him sleep and it reminded her of all the times she had spent studying him from afar as her feelings for him slowly grew until they had all toppled over into their graceless mutual confession.

“Hey,” he said from his vantage point looking down at where she had been sleeping on the couch.

Despite everything she had been feeling she smiled up at him, enjoying having been awakened by him specifically, “Hey.”

It didn’t take long for them to straighten things up on the plane and walk off hand in hand. It was good to be back in DC and it was good to be here with him even if it was only a blip in their busy schedules. Despite all the craziness of the past several days, Y/N still had to make the trip to visit her family and as excited as she was to see them she knew she’d be leaving a slice of herself behind which yearned to soak up every second with Spencer. Y/N tried not to think about it though or all the packing and preparation she still had to do. All she wanted was this moment right now, preserved in her heart.

There was a twinge of nervousness in his face before he continued, hopeful, “It’s a picnic basket.”

Cautiously Y/N sat down placing the basket on her lap before slowly opening it to reveal an assortment of muffins and pastries.

“I know it’s not dinner but I asked Garcia if she could arrange something for breakfast for us,” his expression was sweeter than anything in that basket and she felt her heart swell.

“I thought about everything you said and I’m tired of waiting too,” Spencer’s eyes met hers begging for some sign of approval.

A bright smile grew on her face before she even recognized its arrival and on pure instinct Y/N felt her fingers reach for Spencer’s face, twirling lightly in his curls before she brought his mouth to hers for a slow first kiss.

[withlove-amber]

Birthday Wishes

gibbs x reader

(Y/F/F) = Your favorite food

‘Ding!’ The sound of the work elevator rang through the ears of one Leroy Jethro Gibbs. He caught a swift glance at the person exiting the elevator, (Y/N), the newest member of the team. He had to do a bit of a double-take, because he was very much not expecting her to wear what she was wearing. ‘Ding!’ The sound of the elevator interrupted her thoughts about her birthday dinner that Abby was planning. She normally doesn’t wear dresses, but since it was her birthday, she decided to do something different than her normal jeans and a long-sleeve shirt. She had gone shopping with Abby one day, and they ended up in this little shop near a farmer’s market. 

Her eyes immediately went to a sleeveless lilac dress, which was trimmed in gold at the bottom. It hit her just below her knees, and she felt so wonderful from the moment she first tried it on to now. She paired the dress with a white sweater (it’s DC after all, it’s cold!), and some nice white wedges to match her sweater. She had also curled her hair, and tied the two front sections back with a ribbon the same shade as her dress. Needless to say, she felt pretty all morning. ‘Wow,’ Gibbs thought, ‘She looks really pretty today.’ He watched her exit the elevator and walk to her desk, where she found a note from Abby saying to come down to the lab. She said her good mornings to everyone (ignoring everyone's shocked faces), and made her way down to the lab. 

She barely set foot into the lab before Abby attacked her with hugs. “Happy birthday, (Y/N)!” “Thank you Abby!” Abby took (Y/N)’s hand and ran to the fridge where she pulled out a bouquet of flowers in a vase and handed them to (Y/N). She immediately inhaled the whimsical scent they provided. “Thank you Abby, they’re beautiful!” “You’re welcome, (Y/N)! So, any guesses where I’m taking you for your birthday dinner?” “Nope, not a one.” 

When she came back to her desk with the vase of flowers, she found a croissant and a cup of coffee, with a note from McGee and Tony, saying, “Happy Birthday!” with balloons drawn on. “Thank you boys, that was really sweet!” “Of course, (Y/N), we totally remembered it’s your birthday!” said Very Special Agent Tony DiNozzo. The rest of the day went by unbelievably quickly. The team didn’t have a case, so they spent the day catching up on paperwork. (Y/N) did notice Gibbs disappear for a bit after talking to Abby, but didn’t say anything, deciding it was none of her business. 

Right before Abby made her way up to the bullpen, she remembered Gibbs was waiting to give (Y/N) something, so she waited a few extra minutes before heading upstairs. Everyone else had left for the night, so the only ones in the bullpen were Gibbs and (Y/N). “(Y/N),” she heard the familiar voice of her boss call her over. After she made her way over to him, he said “Happy birthday” and handed her a beautiful bouquet of wildflowers. “Thank you Gibbs, they’re beautiful!” She said, inhaling the strong scent they provided. 

Seeing her so happy over something he did, made him want to hold her close and never let go. So, he did just that. When he held her close, the only thing he could smell was her soft vanilla perfume, and the wildflowers. And the only thing she could focus on was the smell of his cologne, the earthy smell of sawdust, and the feeling of herself blushing at the close contact. He was not making the crush she’s had on him any easier. He also didn’t make it any easier by kissing her forehead just as she was about to pull away from his embrace.

The only thing Abby saw as she made her way into the bullpen was a huge smile on (Y/N)’s face, and Gibbs walking to the elevator. “Are those from Gibbs?” Abby asked, pointing to the full bouquet that (Y/N) was holding. “Yeah,” she replied. “Come on, let’s go to your hopefully-awesome-because-the-restaurant-reminds-me-of-you-a-lot-birthday dinner!” Abby said all in one breath. Abby and (Y/N) linked arms as they made their way to Abby’s car. Abby had (Y/N) close her eyes when they got close to the restaurant, to maintain the surprise. “Okay, open your eyes!” (Y/N) opened her eyes, and the only thing she saw was her favorite restaurant that her father used to take her to when she was a little girl. “I love it here, Abby! How did you know?” “I had a feeling. I know you love (Y/F/F), so I went on a quest to find the best in town.” “Thank you Abby!” said the now-smiling birthday girl.

The surprise birthday dinner was awesome and also enormous, each of them ordering 3 plates of food. Before they both knew it, it was time for dessert. In the dessert (Y/N) ordered, came a singular candle. Before (Y/N) could decide on a wish (it’s a tired old tradition, I know), Abby said, “Are you gonna wish for Gibbs to make you smile like that again?” Seeing the way (Y/N) ‘s face turned red, was all the confirmation she needed. Needless to say, (Y/N) had a very happy birthday, and she fell asleep dreaming of a certain silver-haired, steely-blue eyed man.

[justwritedreams]

Birthday kiss | San

San x Reader, best friends to lovers au Word count: 1960 Genre: pure fluff Author: maari Warnings: Reader has no experience with kisses, mention of a bad kiss because I need to put my experiences here you know I think that's all Note: This one is dedicated to my lil sis @jaehunnyy as a birthday gift. Happy bithday lil sis, I hope you have a amazing and wonderful day 💚 Summary: You had your first kiss and it was horrible, and San is ready to prove that what comes next is better.

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“Hey, how was your-” San didn't even finish talking when saw the door open and Y/N took long strides to throw herself on his bed, while he was busy studying at his desk. “...date?” “Awful.” she complained, letting out a long sigh and throwing her arms up. “Terrible. Worst I had.” He dropped the book and pencil he was holding, got up from his chair and walked over to the bed, sitting beside her, visibly curious. “What happened?” The friend was too excited in the morning, a little nervous of course and he could see it as he helped her choose which outfit to choose and San tried to do everything to make her nervousness go away even for a few hours. It was her birthday and Y/N had a date night, that's why they spent the day together to make up for the fact that this time they weren't going to sing happy birthday at the end of the day. So, they arranged for her to spend the night before in his dorm so they could sing happy birthday at midnight so she could blow out the candles and make a wish. San guessed that she had asked for something about the date since she rubbed her sweaty hands all day, but little did he know what her request had really been. She had to control her body so as not to react obviously when he caressed her knee in a subtle way, encouraging her to speak. She took a deep breath before sitting up straight on the bed to look him properly in the eyes but San didn’t undo the contact of the hot palm with the knee of Y/N covered by jeans.

“So, you know that I don’t have that much experience with those things…” she started gesturing with her hands, a clear sign that she was anxious. “Dating, flirting, kissing.” he began to enumerate while shaking his head. “Yeah I mean… wait, I kissed before.” she looked at him offended and he looked suspicious. “One peck. It's not a kiss.” he laughed. “Two.” she raised her fingers. “I gave two pecks. And of course it’s a kiss.” “No, it’s not.” San laughed again, the dimple showing and Y/N wanted to bite it because he looked cute even though they were arguing. “A kiss involves the tongue, a peck is just the mouths touching.” “Argh, please, don’t remind me of the tongue.” Y/N put her hand to her forehead, looking disgusted. “Why?” San settled better on the bed, his attention fully focused on her.

He was finding it strange actually, because from the way she said it, it was exactly what she wanted to do and now she looked quite regretful. “I got my kiss and it was a mess, okay?” she admitted and saw that San held back a laugh. “I expected it to be something more gentle or intimate but he just opened his mouth and came out sticking his tongue, it was full of saliva and there was no…” Y/N couldn't find a word to describe what she thought so just kept moving her hands as if San would guess. “Complicity.” he concluded and she nodded in agreement. 

Of course he would understand. San always understood her better than anyone and she didn't even need to say what was thinking because with a look he knew.

Well, maybe he didn't know everything she thought. “Yeah!” she sighed sadly and twisted her mouth. “I thought, well since we've been talking for so long and he asked me out right on my birthday, that would be great! There would be sparks and confetti but... there wasn't even a butterfly in my stomach.” Was it naive to think that she could find someone who could make her feel the same things as San? Yes. But it was a desperate act. Y/N felt that she spent too much time with San, which was why her standards were so impossible to meet. San was thoughtful, helpful, affectionate, he was practically perfect so Y/N figured that if she dated other guys and found the same qualities as her friend, maybe the crush she had on him would go away. But of course, it was in vain. Because the whole date she was comparing the poor guy to San. And it wasn't even on purpose, it just happened that she wanted San's gentle eyes to be there, watching her in the dark of the cinema, that it was San's arms hugging her because the air conditioning in the theater was too strong and she was shivering with cold. That it was San’s voice speaking low in her ear and most important, that it was his lips that gave the long-awaited first kiss. It should have been a special date but it turned out to be like every other date she's ever had. And that had made her frustrated, mainly because the kiss had been far below her expectations. “In fact, he didn't even know that today was my birthday.” “Oh.” San looked surprised and clearly upset for her. “You know what I thought about every time he held my hand?” she asked and San shook his head. “How it didn't feel right. I would rather stay here listening to your jokes." “So the guy really was horrible.” he teased and she laughed, nodding in agreement. “Oh and to make the situation even better, I had to come here by myself.” “He didn't want to accompany you?” he asked, perplexed. “In fact, he didn't want the night to end."  she rolled her eyes, irritated, while San looked at her with his eyebrows raised. "But I said that my brother was sick and he needed my help.” “You don't have a brother.” he looked at her confused. “No, but Hongjoong sleeping on the couch was the perfect alibi.” “You didn’t.” he laughed in disbelief and she smiled, pulling her phone out of her pocket and scrolling it until she turned the screen towards San. He saw the conversation, first the photo of Hongjoong sleeping with his mouth open on the couch and Y/N saying ‘this is why I needed to be home’. Of course, she just hadn't mentioned whose house it was.

And then he saw the guy's response. “He just asked when you guys are going to see each other again." he scowled and Y/N rolled her eyes again before blocking the screen without even responding. "Never. Not in a million years. Not to have a drooling kiss again." San tried to hold back his laughter but couldn't and Y/N looked at him, smirking. "What? Seriously, I felt like I was drowning and you know I know the feeling cuz it happened twice to me." “The drowning or the drooling kiss?” he asked and couldn't hold back his laughter any longer, placing a hand on his stomach as his head fell back and the sound echoed throughout the room, making her smile.

That was exactly why Y/N had chosen to go there, because even though it had been an embarrassing situation, San was the only one who could make her feel less worse. He wouldn't say I warned you, he would comfort her. Y/N's smile increased as San continued to laugh and she couldn't hold her laugh, not when his was so contagious. They laughed until her stomach hurt and San started to cry. Laughing at her own failure was only funny with San. After laughing, she threw herself on his bed again, the phone away and she closed her eyes, feeling San lay beside her.

"Why is it so hard for me?" “Huh?” She opened her eyes and turned to face San, he had his chin resting on his hand and was looking at her. "Why is it so hard for me to find someone who doesn't kiss like the world is going to end in 5 seconds." she complained, huffing and saw San get serious, just watching her intensely. San had tried to warn subtly so she didn't expect it that much, the first kiss was never as good as in books or movies, he didn't want her to disappoint herself. But her eyes were so sad and that was her day, it should have been special, even if the kiss had been a mess, the rest should have been worth it. San kept looking at Y/N, saw her mouth moving as she complained but had his attention far from her words. She deserves someone who treated her well, to make her feel safe and loved, especially that day. It was supposed to have been the perfect day and all San felt inside his chest was that he needed to do something to make up or even erase that frustrating night she had. “I wanted a special birthday gift-” In a thrust hearing that sentence, San took a hand to Y/N's face and within seconds heed his lips on hers, and made her quiet as well as complete shock. He didn’t move his lips, even if Y/N lips were soft and hot enough to make him want to start a real kiss, he waited for her to be comfortable to do so and when Y/N realized that San expected her permission she closed her eyes and took her hand to support the arm that held her face. San started a slow and soft kiss that made Y/N’s heart accelerate in a matter of seconds and the body seemed to tingling inside, his lips were kind, didn't seem to be in a hurry, wanted to create a profitable rhythm. When both were already immersed in the dance between her lips, it was the turn of the tongues to meet, and she sighed when San opened his mouth enough so that his tongue move around her lips indicating what he wanted, she gave in of course and led the hand that until then was on his arm to his neck. But the kiss didn’t change, continued at the same slow and sensual rhythm that was making every hair from Y/N's body to lift. San's taste was sweet, it was like an addictive poison and Y/N could spend the rest of her life kissing him like that. He kissed her in a way as if the whole world had stopped and not about to end, taking his sweet time with her. She was breathless but her hand didn't let go of the back of San that diminished the rhythm of the kiss even more, leaving little pecks on her lips before moving away, she didn't have the courage to open her eyes but felt San's watching her and his nose was so close that it made an almost shy affection. His hand that was on her face made a soft affection on her cheek and it was enough for her to open her eyes after trying to recover the breath he had stolen from her. She then found him smiling, the deep dimple appearing, while his eyes analyzed every detail of her face. "What was that?" She whispered, without the strength to keep her voice firm.

"A birthday kiss." He blinked but kept serious. "It's not so hard to find someone who kisses well."

Well? That had been the best kiss of Y/N's life. "I'm sorry but I don't know if it was that good." She pretended innocence and he narrowed his eyes. "I think I'll need some more to compare." "I thought you had already made a wish when you blew the candle."

"And I did." She smiled shy, and started playing with San's hair. "That's exactly what I wished for."

[sparklefics]

Is it too much to ask?

Avengers! Bucky& Reader

WC:767

A/N: I don’t normally take naps during the day but today I did and apparently I woke up feeling inspired. This is just an outburst of fluff! 😘

Gif not mine

Warnings: emotional support, Bucky being a friend—we love to see it.

[Masterlist]

You could never find Bucky Barnes intimidating. Regardless of his past, regardless of his physique you couldn’t see him as a threat.

Which is why you were quick to befriend him. No one else on the team managed to bond with him as quickly as you did. At first no one wanted to be his friend, apart from you and Steve, but they quickly got over that when they saw Bucky take a bullet for you while on a mission.

Bucky was a good man. Sure he’d been brainwashed to commit crimes but at his core he was and still is a good man.

After he took that bullet for you he became more talkative, even if it was in private just the two of you but he was talking. He became your friend. He is someone, sometimes the only one, you turn to when you’re feeling blue.

I wish I was special to someone.

Today was one of those days. It was Morgan’s birthday and while everyone was celebrating the little girl’s 7th birthday you sneaked off to the indoor greenhouse. That’s where Bucky found you, because of course he was the only one to notice your absence.

He quietly snuck into the room while you were watering the daisies. “Hey you.” He whispered when he reached your side.

“Hey.”

He could tell something was off, you were being monosyllabic. Bucky took the watering can from your hands and set it aside, then pulled you into his chest for a bear hug.

Neither of you said anything for a while, you just stood there with your face nestled into his warm chest while he rested his chin on top of your head. Occasionally pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

“You good?” He finally asked, still not letting go of you.

You simply nodded your head.

“Then how come you’re hiding out while everyone is up there having a good time? That’s usually my thing.”

You took a deep breath, “Special days have a special way to remind me that…well, I’m just me. You know?”

“I’m not sure I get it. Tell me more.” He encouraged you by rubbing circles on your back. “You know I won’t judge.”

“Okay. You know I'm happy for Tony and Pepper. They’ve figured it out, how to keep doing what we do and still have a life, a family. And while I know I’m Morgan’s favorite avenger—yes, I know that she loves you but she told me herself I’m her favorite— I still feel…inadequate. Incomplete and sometimes just unhappy, lost and like I just don’t belong… I guess I just wish I was special to someone.”

That hit Bucky like a ton of bricks.

He very much understood now what you meant. Hell, he could relate.

“Baby, you are special to me, to the team.”

He definitely slipped by calling you baby but he needed you to understand that you make a difference in his life. You truly are special to him, in more ways that he can even explain.

You dared to look up at him and found yourself hypnotized by the sincerity in his eyes. “You think I’m special?”

“You are the most special and important person in my life. And I know what it's like to want something…to want someone, to want someone to be your special someone.”

“Uncle Buck? Y/N?” Morgan interrupted the moment, “come on! We’re gonna open presents and have cake!!”

“Well we can’t miss that now can we?” Bucky said and pulled you by the hand and followed Morgan up to the main floor.

“Bucky,” you whispered as you stood by his side on the ride up the elevator. “What did you mean by that?”

His grip on your hand tightened, “Sweetheart, I’m saying you are my special, you have my heart and it’s yours if you want it.” He smiled at you then dropped a kiss to your cheek.

You felt like bursting into tears.

He wasn’t one to express his feelings so freely or openly so you knew he was serious about this. You didn’t get a chance to say anything back because just then the elevator dinged and the doors opened.

Bucky let go of your hand and whispered, “you don’t have to say anything…just think about it.”

You followed him out, almost had to jog to keep up with his pace. Once he was within your reach you grabbed his hand and laced your fingers. That stopped him in his tracks.

“There’s nothing to think about. It’s you and I, James. You have my heart too.”

[madhatterbri]

Birthday | W.O.

Summary: Will spends time with his favorite little lady on her birthday. Peaky Blinders esque.

Author's Note: Happiest of birthday my dear @multi-fandom-things730 . ❤️ May your day be as wonderful as you. I hope I do you proud. I had to include your other men. 😈

Will Ospreay Masterlist

Taglist: @hotgirlgraps @plentyoffandoms

Will Ospreay gazed at the man who begged for his life at his feet. The miserable bloke was groveling for the assassin to spare his life. Despite multiple warnings, he didn't get his financial affairs in order. The bored Will grabbed his pocket watch from his coat pocket.

"You got any idea what day it is?" Will asked spontaneously. His blue eyes scanned the face of the scared man. He was confused about the question. Maybe even a little afraid to answer the question.

"June... June 14th," the man stuttered. "You wish for me to announce my death day?"

"No, you bloody idiot. Today is my girl's birthday," Will answered with a smile. "I'm going to take her out tonight,"

The man's face fell. He wasn't following what one of Don Callis' boys was saying. "Okay?"

"That means," Will smiled and grabbed the man's coat that rested on his right shoulder. The man didn't struggle as he stood to his feet. Maybe he was accepting his fate. "I can't get bloody as I've just looked at the time. You go in the river for a little swim and get another week to get my money,"

"Thank you," the man sighed and closed his eyes. He was beyond appreciative that he would be able to walk the Earth a little longer.

Will's eyes darkened. He pulled the man closer to him. The normal joking man had one final warning for him. "Have my money, or the next time we meet, I won't be so friendly,"

A loud splash sounded when the man was shoved in the river. Will walked to his Ford Model T. He lit a cigarette and drove off to pick up a couple of things before he made it home to the birthday girl.

Will walked to the front door and checked himself on the window. He wanted to look pristine for her. Despite his life in the gangster world, his missus was always his number one priority. After meeting his standards, he walked inside the home.

He was immediately greeted with his Y/N standing in front of a mirror. She was in an active debate with herself on which jewelry to wear for tonight's celebration.

"Happy birthday, love. Might I say I like the dress you decided to wear," he greeted with a smile. The moment he saw that dress weeks ago, he had to buy it. She always looked good in white. It reminded him of the angel that she was. Fallen from the heavens to be with a devil like him.

"Some bloke got it for me. I made a promise that I'd wear it today for my birthday. Unfortunately, he didn't buy me any jewelry to go with it," she turned her head to look at him. Her face brightened at the sight of her favorite flowers.

"Man is a bloody fool. You should kick him to the curb. I'll take better care of you," he smiled and placed the flowers on the table before them. Will wrapped his arms around her waist. He pulled her close to him.

"He's the jealous type. He doesn't like to share me. Are you sure you can handle that?" She asked. Will moved her hair to the side and kissed her neck. She sighed happily and rested against him. He pulled a jewelry box from his coat.

"Picked them up from the jewelers today. Let me know if this will solve the problem," he informed her. She grabbed the box and opened it. Y/N couldn't believe the ones he bought. The very ones that were on display at the jewelers. She touched them gently as if they would break under her touch.

"I thought someone bought them. It was you?" She asked. "You spent all that money on me? You shouldn't have,"

"My missus smile is worth more than what I paid," he answered. Y/N placed the earrings on herself. He bought the perfect jewelry set for her dress.

"Would you mind?" She asked and handed him the necklace.

With careful fingers, he clasped the chain around the back of her neck. The necklace hung perfectly. He grabbed the bracelet and placed it around her wrist. Once he was finished, he kissed the top of her hand.

"Beautiful as ever. Shall we head out? I was able to get the T back," he smiled. "I know it's your favorite,"

"O'Reilly was able to fix it up that fast?" She asked. Her question was answered when they walked outside. The car looked like it never had any issues.

They made it to the car and drove towards her birthday party. The car ride was filled with witty banter and laughter.

Y/N suddenly remained stoic when she saw a group of men on the side of the street. "Is that who I think it is?"

The head of the Senerchia family from New York stood on the sidewalk. He must have been paying someone a visit in England. He was still angry with Will for what he did to his son.

A rather nasty break up between the Senerchia boy and Y/N's friend. Boy didn't get the message to cut his losses and move on. Kept harassing Y/N's friend at all hours. Will decided to give him a permanent message. Don Callis wasn't exactly happy until he heard the reasoning.

"It's fine, dear. We are almost at the speakeasy to celebrate your big day," Will smiled and kissed her hand once more. Y/N ignored the old man and turned her attention to Will.

Will parked in an alleyway. He hopped out of the car and walked over to her side. Ever the gentleman, he held the car door open for her. She smiled and looped her arm with his. They walked to the door.

A secret knock granted them access inside. The gentleman in charge of watching the coats grabbed Will's coat from him. They were given masks to wear for the party. He placed his mask on and assisted with hers. They looped arms once more and walked through a velvet curtain.

"Happy birthday!" A group shouted at them. Her mouth dropped in shock as their family and friends were there to celebrate her. She put her hand over her mouth. Tears sprung to her eyes at Will's dedication to making this day perfect.

Her favorite colors decorated the room. Pictures of them together sat on different tables. She wiped a stray tear from her cheek.

"Best birthday ever, thank you," she smiled and they shared a kiss.

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do u have any HCs abt mama mega and Curt and Tatiana… they are SO important to me as a little family

yessss i love them dearly <3

Tatiana is one of those people who don't like making a huge deal out of their birthdays, but Curt knows Mrs. Mega would absolutely go overboard in celebrating it. So him and Tati keep saying random dates hoping she'll forget them eventually (both of them feel kind of bad about it, but not enough to not do it) But Mrs. Mega catches on, and one day calls them out on it and they just both end up sitting there like little kids getting scolded by their mom. When they come clean about why they did it, Mrs. Mega tells them that they should've just told her. She still ends up making Tatiana's birthdays a bigger deal than she wants them to, but she is toned down compared to herself. She also wishes her a happy bday on all the fake dates they gave her, just to remind them.

Curt and Tatiana are generally pretty physically affectionate with each other, but keep that to a minimum when Mrs. Mega is around in fear that she will marry them right then and there.

Tatiana isn't used to good food, she'll honestly just eat whatever is in front of her. She also has a habit of not reheating leftovers if she's tired, and sometimes either Curt or his mom catch her eating cold 3 days old leftovers and they both have the exact same disapproving expression.

Mrs. Mega is a super active member of basically any elderly club in the area, be that bingo, dancing, knitting etc. Which comes with a lot of drama. Whenever she gets back from a controversy-filled day, she always tells Curt and Tatiana in detail. At first Curt thinks it's really embarrassing, but seeing how Tatiana is amused, he also starts to get into it. Like Really into it. That guy would be soooo bitchy and gossipy if he actually had a social life. In the end the 3 of them just gossip about elderly ladies and their affairs over dinner every time they get together.

If Tatiana's mom and Mrs. Mega met they would instantly become besties, but they would also argue every 2 seconds.

Tatiana sleeps the most calmly when she's in the safehouse. It was one of the first places she truly felt safe and relaxed in after being on the run for so long, and that feeling never went away. Also Mrs. Mega absolutely has 500 blankets and pillows in that house, so it's kind of impossible to not sleep super cozily. Plus Tati has her personal space heater (Curt) if the blankets don't suffice

Speaking of heat, Tati has pretty bad tolerance for it, so she doesn't really visit Guadalupe during the summer

Curt and Tatiana have a lot of mental issues due to all the violence they've done witnessed and endured. After Owen "died" Curt didn't have anyone who understood that aspect of his life. And for Tatiana, some other girls she was trained alongside with were genuinely her friends, but after she escaped she really couldn't contact anyone she knew, nor make civil friends, lest she puts them in danger. So they are super important to each other when dealing with extended effects of espionage™. Comforting each other, keeping Curt out of his depressive spirals, and helping Tatiana adjust to a normal life.

Tatiana, growing up in the soviet union, is not used to a lot of the new modern stuff in the us. She reads a lot of magazines and tells Curt to buy himself whatever caught her eyes that day. He has to tell her that no, he's not getting a second washing machine or a second fridge, just because it's "really cool"

IIIiiiiiii could go on, but I am tired, so I won't. Hope you like these.