#So I can stand in the moonlight with my flowy dress
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If I don't get part three of "my small heart , for big love" I'm gonna be VERY sad
my small heart, for big love.
- part 3 -
fem!reader x matt/chris sturniolo
Summary: you and matt have been in dating for 3 months, it's coming up to be your 4 month anniversary. Something happens between you and Chris, will it change it your perspective?
Warnings/notes: fluff, angst, kissing, mentions of cheating, 1st person, anxiety, swearing, not proofread.
A/n: thank you for the request, I am enjoying writing this story so far!
Madi walks in with her bag, it's quite big for a 'few days'. She walks up to matts room quickly, like she needs to be with him.
"What are you doing, are you crazy?" Chris turns me around, and looks at me concerned.
"I know what I'm doing. If he's telling the truth, he won't do anything. And if he isn't... Well. I'm breaking up with him." I say, knowing every single detail of what I'm saying. A few months ago I'd still be in love with him, but knowing this side of Matt, it makes me sad and angry at him. And he'll always try and lie to make you guys still together, even if you know he's done something really bad.
*an hour or so later*
We're all sat in the living room, the TV playing Spongebob for Chris. Matt and madi are sat quite close together, and I'm sat with Nick. Chris is sat on the floor, fully engrossed with the episode.
"Who wants to play truth or dare?" Asks Nick, he nudges me to say yes.
"I'm in!" Madi goes, shuffling over to Nick.
"Sure." I say, waiting for everyone else.
"Mhm..." Matt says, sitting still where he is. Chris nods, still fixated on Spongebob.
"Okay! Y/n, truth or dare?" Nick asks me, with a mischievous smile.
"Hmm...truth." It's a safe option, I know Nick won't ask anything too personal.
"Okay, uhh... Would you date chris?" He asks, Chris turns his head and smiles at me, turning off the TV as if he's engrossed in me now.
"Yeah." I say it confidently. Matt's facial expression went from happy to jealous.
"Haha okay!" Nick says, looking at Chris and raises his eye brows.
"Truth or dare... Madi?" I ask her, hoping she chooses dare.
"Dare!" She says it happily, I have the perfect one in mind to tell her.
"I dare you to kiss matt." I look at both of them with a smirk, Matt looks angry at me and madi looks in love as always. Matt storms out and Nick yells at him 'it's just a dare pussy!' Madi goes up to go after him, but I shoot up and stop her, going after matt.
"Why the hell would you say that? You know it'll make things even more complicated! God." Matt shouts at me, expressing his words with his hands.
"I guess I wanted to see how IN LOVE madi is with you! I can see how she looks at you, and how you look at her! It's pretty obvious matt." I say to him, copying him with his hand gestures.
"I'm going inside." Matt says, not denying anything I said to him. I say and lean on the fence. I hear someone come through the door.
"What happened back there, jesus." Chris puts his arm round me, leaning on the fence aswell.
"I just told him what exactly is true!" I say, turning my head to look at him. I get lost in his looks once more, wishing I wish with him then Matt, wishing we kissed under the moonlight, wishing I said I love you to him...
"Are you still going to play with him a bit more?" Chris asks, looking at me then my lips. I kiss him.
"I'm sorry-" I say, going to the chairs on the other side and sit down. He follows me to the chair.
"It's okay, theres no need to worry." Chris holds my hand and shakes it.
*the next day*
Messages:
Y/n: please meet me at the beach at 10. be there.
??? : okay. ill be there.
I get dresses in a nice top and a flowy skirt. I head down stairs and go to the beach early. I watch the waves crash on the shore. The whole time I'm thinking about what's happened between me and Chris this week. The kisses, the hugs, holding hugs... But now it's time to talk.
"You wanted to talk with me?" He stand there with his hands in his pockets. He's wearing black cargos and a green jumper.
"Yeah... Listen, please." I say to him. Looking straight at him.
"I'm listening." He stands there and crosses his arms, waiting for what I'm about to say.
"Matt. I'm breaking up with you." I say to him confidently, this time I'm not breaking into tears like I would've done a few weeks ago.
"Oh, okay. Was that it?" Matt says, tilting his head for more information.
"'Okay?' Is that it? Why arent you arguing with me? We were in love. We were together for ages. And all I get is an okay?" I push him by his shoulders. He just stands there, his eyes are a little bit teary.
"I'm just not in love with you anymore. There's no feelings. I didn't mean to say 'I love you'. I'm going home... Bye... " Matt walks off, and I start to cry. At least I am free. I can kiss Chris whenever I want, wherever I want. I mean, I don't mind being Matt's friend, it's just going to take a while.
*an hour later*
I go home and smile at chris.
"I'm free! I broke up with Matt. He can have madi if he wants, and I'll have you if you want me back?" I look up at him, holding both of his hands.
"I'd like that." He smiles back and we share another kiss. I don't want anything romantic to happen between me and Matt again. I knew it was a mistake in the first place. But now, I'm with Chris.
"It's always been you... " I say to him, hugging onto him, never wanting it to end...
Thank you for reading 'my small heart, for big love'! Please dm me if you have any stories for me to write! Thats the end of the story, thank you :)
#the sturniolos#the sturniolo triplets#nick sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#matt sturniolo#sturniolo#chris sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#love
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what catches their eyes/attracts them?; mcyt x reader
+ this is in no way factual information, only my very weird and specific opinions :)
dream:
free-spirited people
someone who isn't afraid to speak their mind
confidence, to a certain extent
someone he can be loud with
someone who will wake up in the middle of the night with him to go on a car drive to nowhere
the colour blue (dnf👀)
clean and fresh-looking clothes
satin fabric
big height difference
the smell of citrus fruits
large smiles
silver jewellery
small hands
smart people who aren't afraid to show it
george:
calm, laid back people
someone quiet, but still able to have a laugh
very friendly vibes - even when first meeting them
the colour blue (literally the only interesting colour he's able to see lol)
bright eyes
lip gloss
flower print
slightly shy people who are actually easy to interact with once you start a conversation with them
pastel-coloured nails, not too long
pink-tinted lips
ponytails
the smell of vanilla
puppy eyes
sapnap:
energetic people
someone who can hype up their friends no matter the situation
the colour red
like, a bloody red
soft skin
full lips
loose shirts over skin-tight tops
when shoelaces have a different colour on each shoe
corsets
a very subtle scent of perfume
thigh highs
someone who just wants to enjoy life with the people they're surrounded by
badboyhalo:
large, bright smiles that spread up to your eyes
freckles
button noses
rose-gold jewellery
french manicures
bangs
slightly shy people
genuinely sweet people
not the fake type that talks shit about people behind their backs and then will compliment them a few seconds after
someone who when they enter a room feels like a breath of fresh air to everyone else
someone completely selfless
the smell of lavender
shiny hair
technoblade:
people who aren't afraid to take the lead
glasses
intellectual people
like, for example people who know a lot of random stuff from a bunch of different things that they're interested in
or also just book smart people
slightly clumsy people (finds it cute)
gold jewellery
someone with some mystery to them
refreshing scents, like clean laundry or shampoo
cat eyes (eyeliner)
wilbur soot:
long legs
chokers
shy people
someone who gets flustered easily
glasses + thin bangs
the colours brown and beige together
baggy, comfy clothes
the smell of newly baked cookies
beanies
the kind of person that makes him feel like he can always talk to them - someone he can feel safe with
birth marks
accents
jschlatt:
smart people
the way they speak is just so clean without even noticing
fox eyes
people who aren't afraid to wear sweatpants in public
generally just someone who isn't afraid to do, say and wear whatever they want
someone who stands for what they think and have the balls to say it when needed
nose rings
simple yet flattering pieces of jewellery
long nails
someone who he can stay up all night with and never get tired of them
high heels
hip dips
corpse husband:
fishnets, of course
someone who give 0 fucks about what everyone else thinks of them
unique people
wether that be physical features or straight up the personality, it draws him in
chokers
chunky, black sneakers or boots
someone who can make him happy without even trying
a positive aura for the most part
as in he doesn't want to be surrounded by someone who’s negative or dragging everyone else down with them
the colour yellow
rings - lots of them
karl jacobs:
a walking ray of sunshine, basically
tbh, karl has a couple of things in common with what corpse is attracted to;
positive energy, uniqueness and rings
a palette filled with bright colours
like, almost rave style colours
that could be clothes, makeup, hair, nails, accessories
chunky, white shoes
selfless people
someone who as each day goes by becomes more charming to him
he likes the smell of candles from bath and body works, as we all know
the colour purple
skeppy:
big eyes
someone who’s able to make him laugh without even trying
tooth gaps
someone who has very playful, innocent vibes to them
and someone who can take jokes and pranks
people who walk confidently
the smell of strawberries
long eyelashes
someone who collects things others usually wouldn’t
someone who is very respectful to others
a mix between really comfy clothes and really feminine clothes
fundy:
someone who comes across as “different” than others
and don't you dare think of ✨I’m not like other girls✨ (I know you did -_-)
he just thinks people who think and act very different than others are very interesting
beauty marks
nicely shaped eyebrows
someone who finds mystical things interesting
fox eyeliner (yes, I put this in here because: furry)
someone who has unusual, yet surprisingly good taste in music
people who are constantly warm
red lips
the colour light brown, almost beige-like
quackity:
someone who gets his humour
someone like him, but more quiet and slightly shy
especially when on screen in front of an audience
sliver necklaces
the smell of flowers
dark, extreme eyeliner
loose clothes
freckles
piercings
someone who teases others and who can handle to be teased by others
the colour dark blue
punz:
the colour grey
a fresh fashion sense
yet still very comfortable fits
messy buns
someone who he just knows will be a cool person before he even talks to them
someone who just has that kinda vibe, y’know?
glossy lips
independent people
someone responsible and caring to others
tattoos
navel piercings
awesamdude:
cropped jackets
the colour neon green
hair put up in a bun
someone with a free nature
someone who is a complete wild card
like, someone who will jump over a fence just to get closer to a bunny they think they saw on the other side of it
loose strands of hair
clear nail polish
cargo pants
the smell of chocolate
slimecicle:
people who have comfort items
someone who knows random facts that no one else usually knows
people who have a unique way of thinking
passionate people
and when they talk about what they’re passionate about, they talk for hours
shorter hair
sweet and nutty scents
natural beauty
fluffy hair
honest people
but not brutally honest
the smell of coconut
eret:
eye glitter/shimmer
silky clothes that shine in the moonlight
platform boots/heels
long, flowy dresses
someone who does whatever they want
and who doesn't like being told what to do by others
the colours pink and dark purple
the smell of the ocean
someone who already knows how to live their life
stretch marks
foolish:
low-cut jeans
someone very silly who knows how to have a good laugh
someone very supportive of their friends
curtain bangs
long-sleeved sweatshirts
someone who loves food
puppy eyes
straight, white teeth
someone who is willing to help others in need
someone who doesn't talk badly about others behind their back
someone who knows what they want
jack manifold:
confidence
white, wide-legged pants
the colour light blue or just pure white
people who are very easy-going and fun to be around
someone who can fit into and understand anyones humour
an open-minded person who likes to hear from other people’s point of views when they have a different opinion than them
butterfly patterns
crop tops
oversized t-shirts
hair beads
tommy:
people who are just as loud as him
and at the same time knows when to be serious
the colours yellow and grey
people who are kind to everyone
creative eyeliner
fluffy hair
people who can get so lost in their own world, they almost forget about their surroundings
colourful accessories
someone who isn't afraid to be who they are
someone who has many passions and loves to talk about them
oversized hoodies
tubbo:
hoodies layered over skirts or dresses
frilly socks
people who are very adventurous, and wants to make their life as interesting as possible!
someone who can help him overcome some of his fears
charm bracelets
cute habits
the colours yellow and orange
dimples
the smell of almond milk and honey
people who twirl their hair unknowingly when bored or unfocused
ranboo:
someone who looks intimidating at first (he thinks people like that are cool as fuck)
but then is, like, the sweetest person he’s ever met
loves someone who can speak fluent sarcasm, just like him
he likes sass
glassy skin
fingerless gloves
people who act cocky for the fun of it
but actually don’t care about winning or losing or proving anything
simplistic earring placements
people who have hidden talents, and the more you get to know them, the more talents are revealed
people who don't gossip
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Oh what am I supposed to do without you?
The reunion
Loki x daughter reader
Masterlist
Y/n POV
In an other room, Frigga was helping you with the gowns and your hair.
“Oh this color is lovely on you” she said, fixing the skirt of the gown.
It was a beautiful dress, light pink and flowy. It was a long sleeve and off the shoulder, the sleeves wide and as flowy as the dress. The bodice was covered in blush covered flowers. It went down to your feet where it dragged lightly on the floor. Your feet covered by beautiful golden sandals. Your hair was put in an updo, gold hair accessories intertwined.
You felt like a princess.
You turned to Frigga, “ I can’t thank you enough for how kind you’ve been to me.”
She stays quiet for a moment, a small smile on her face. “ my dear, you may not know it, but you are practically family.”
You look at her with a bewildered expression. She continues on
“ you know, in that gown, you look almost identical to your mother.”
You freeze, looking up at her, “ You..you knew my mother?”
“ Oh yes,” she smiles as memories cross her mind, “ very well, in fact, I remember helping your mother with this exact dress the day she arrived here as well.”
“You mean...this dress was hers?”
“Mmhmm, it fits you perfectly too. It was meant for you.”
You smile, tears welling in your eyes as you turn to the mirror. You could imagine your mother in the exact spot, fretting over her hair or the many layers on this dress.
“ I...I think I’ve learned more about my mother now than I ever had in my life.” You mutter, looking down and playing with a loos thread on your sleeve.
“Well, did you know that your mother loved to read?” Frigga says, “ any chance she got, she had her nose in a book. There were times Lo-“ she stops herself.
You look towards her, waiting for her to continue her story. She shakes her head and sighs.
“There were many times we had to go find her and drag her to the dining halls to eat because she was hiding somewhere reading.”
You laugh, relating to the story.
“ I can’t tell you how many times Tony had to come get me cause I almost skipped dinner by reading.”
“Tony?” She asks, unfamiliar with the name
“Oh! He’s like.. kinda like my dad/ uncle. He and the avengers raised me”
“ Ah I see.” Frigga says, her tone sad. Then a knock on the door cut through the conversation. It opened to reveal Thor, he was fidgeting with a book so he wasn’t looking up when he walked in the room.
“ I apologize for interrupting Moonlight, but I have a gift for you and I think you would like...” He trails off as he looks up at you. His heart clenches as he realizes what you’re wearing.
“ Thor, it’s improper for a man to barge into a young ladies room.” Frigga scolds from her place beside you.
“ My apologies...Y/n, you look..you look beautiful” he smiles sadly, thoughts of his best friend flooding his brain.
He, like his mother and almost everyone else that knew her, pushed those memories deep down. They had to, or else they would have never moved on. But..she was a big part of their lives. Loki never realized how much his family cared for his wife. It’s the original reason why Thor couldn’t bear getting rid of you completely. He couldn’t, not when you were the last piece of his best friend. So he took you somewhere he could see you. See you grow, live. Did it hurt him when he realized you were an exact carbon copy of your mother? Yes, but standing here, seeing you in her clothes, smiling and happy made it all worth it.
“ Hey Uncle Thor, look! I look like a princess!” You shout, twirling around the room with a large smile on your face.
Frigga and Thor share a look. He then realized that his mother felt the exact same way he did. Only, she didn’t get to see you grow up. Abd her only grandchild, has no idea who she truly is.
“ Oh dear princess moonlight!” Thor says dramatically, “ Pls except the gifts I bear to you!” He reveals the book and a beautiful necklace.
“ Thor...where did you get that book?” Frigga says lowly, recognizing the journal and who it belonged to.
“ Ahh, I may have borrowed it from my brother..” he say nervously
“ Thor!”
“ Mother he will not notice, besides where did you get that dress from?” He shot back a playful smile on his face. Frigga just says and rolls her eyes.
“ Hey..this journal belonged to..” you start to say the name.
“Yes!” Thor said quickly cutting you off, “ it did belong to your mother. When...when she found out she was pregnant with you, she decided that she would write as much about her life as she could...in case..”
“ in case she didn’t make it.” Frigga finished, looking down briefly.
You took the book in your hands, tracing the carvings on the cover. “ So...she’s...”
Thor looks up, realizing he never did make it clear on whether your parents were alive or not.
“ Yes..your mother passed” he said, “ I am truly sorry I never told you y/n..I just..” he sighs “ I was being selfish.. I didn’t want to relive that moment.”
You stay quiet. You don’t know what to think. Deep down you had the feeling that she wasn’t alive, from the little bits that Thor told you, she wasn’t the kind of person that gave away her children. But hearing it be confirmed, it hurt. Knowing your uncle was keeping it and many other things a secret hurt as well, but you understood. You saw the pain in his eyes as he told you stories of your mother and the pain now. You wonder...
“I understand why you didn’t tell me, don’t worry about it” you say, flashing a smile at him, the squeezing Frigga's hand. “ Are we going to eat? Cause I’m starving!”
Frigga laughs,” Supper will be served in an hour, I trust you can hold out till then?”
“ Yes ma'am! Do you mind if I explore the grounds then? I think my curiosity is getting the best of me”
That’s when Frigga realized that you may look like your mother and sometimes it’s terrifying how similar you act, but you were your own person. Your mother...she was never the adventurous woman. She read about them, but never felt the urge to go out and explore. You, you seem curious about the world around you.
“ Of course! But I beg of you, please don’t get your gown dirty.”
“ cross my heart” you say with a smile.
“Y/n” Thor says with a warning tone, “ I know how you are when you get bored at Tony's galas.”
“Uncle Thor, I promise! Besides, this dress is wayy too nice to mess up”
He looks you in the eye for a bit then smiles, “well alright then, go on”
You smile, then grab a shoulder bag that was laying around the room and put the book inside and your phone (that surprisingly still worked). Then you skipped out the room, an adventurous look in your eyes.
Frigga sighed, “ Thor... why did you bring her here?
“She has powers. Ice powers.”
Frigga's eyes widened, “ What do you mean?”
“On her birthday, she wasn’t feeling well, she was cold all day. And when she was put under stress, she turned a light blue and shot snow out of her hands.”
Silence takes over the room.
“We must take her to see Odin”
“I know.”
“We have to tell her who her parents are.”
This time Thor sighs. “I know.”
“Do you think that will be the only power she’ll possess?”
“Who can tell, we don’t know much about her mothers side of the family. But she was powerful, even if she didn’t show it. And Loki...”
Another silence filled the room.
“ Do you think she might run into Loki?”
“No, I told him royalty was coming to visit, there’s no way he’d leave his room.”
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Loki POV
Loki left his room.
He felt as if something was off. There was a presence in the palace that he hasn’t felt in...years.
He decides to go find his mother, she would most likely know what’s going on. Plus, he hasn’t seen her since the morning.
So, even though every part of his being does not want to encounter the visiting royalty Thor spoke of, he left the room.
As he walked through the hallways, he noticed the atmosphere felt...happy. The servants were bustling and smiling, something that was rare now. As he passed by, they stopped chattering and stared at him. Which was slightly unusual, but he brushed it off at first. It was when he heard the name “y/n” whispered a little too loudly.
He turned to glare at the woman who dared to utter the name when a body bumped into him.
“Sorry mister!” then in a flurry of brown, pink, and gold the person was gone.
Loki was frozen on the spot. He could’ve sworn that...
“No” He thought, “ Its impossible”
Then he shook his head and kept walking, determined to find his mother. But as he walked, he couldn’t help but feel as if he didn’t know something everyone else knew.
He finally found his mother and Thor, in a guest room of all places.
“Mother.” Loki said, “I have been looking for you everywhere.”
“No way he’d leave his room Thor?” She muttered to Thor as he paled.
“Loki! It’s wonderful to see you out. What was it that you needed?” She said with a smile.
“Is it me, or are the servants acting strange?” He asks, “ I heard them talking about..”
Thor holds his breath, even though he knows what his brother is about to say.
“About Y/n”
Frigga sighs, looking at her sons,” Thor, you have to tell him.”
“Mother..” “Tell me what?”
“He has a right to know.”
“Of course he does, I just worry about-”
“It’s better to do it now than when she’s in the room, or have him figure it out on his own”
“What are you two talking about?”
Thor looks over to Loki and sighs.
“Brother, perhaps you should sit down.”
Loki, not understanding what going on was about to argue, but then he saw the look on his mothers face. so he sat on the bed.
That’s when he noticed the a bag on the floor.
It was a beige bag that had footsteps all over it and the words “Marauders map” on it.
“That is a Midgardian bag.” Loki states, “ Harry something, is it not?”
Thor freezes looking at the bag you had left on the floor
“Yes...That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”
“Well, go on.”
“Loki...Brother...remember that night sixteen years ago-”
“I do not want to talk about it, I have told you this time and time again!” Loki shouts as he stands up from the bed, starting to walk to the door.
“Damnit Loki! Sit down and listen to me!” Thor shouts, surprising both Frigga and Loki. “I am tired of lying to her because you were too cowardly to raise her on your own! You will listen to me now.”
Loki squints at his brother, "What are you talking about?”
“Your daughter Loki. Y/n.”
“Thor..”
“NO, for sixteen years, she has been raised by me and the Avengers. And now she has shown that she has powers. Ice powers to be more specific.”
Loki’s eyes widen at the information. He knew that it was Thor who ultimately got rid of the girl. But that's all he knew, all he cared to know. Now he’s finding out that Thor and his...band of Midgardian friends have been raising her. On top of that, she seems to have inherited his Jotunheim blood.
“Why are you telling me this...” Thor stays silent.
“Thor.” Loki says, “Who’s bag is that?”
“Loki...” Thor says softly, “ I think you know who it belongs to.”
“She’s here?” Loki asks emotions not showing.
“Yes, but Loki she has no idea who you are.”
“Good. I want nothing to do with that...that--”
“Careful how you speak of her brother. Remember, I am the one who raised her.”
“Then I am certain she has no redeeming qualities.” Loki deadpans.
“You do not know anything about her” Thor argues back, “ If I had it my way, you would.t have known she was here until she was gone.”
“Well, I am glad we can agree on something.”
“You-”
“That’s enough. Both of you.” Frigga finally says, silencing the men.” Now Loki, I have kept quiet about the decisions you made and continue to make. But enough is enough. That child has had to grow up without knowing her parents and heritage. I for one, intend for her to learn it, with or without you.” She sighs looking at her son.
“You have suffered a terrible loss, not only your wife, but the chance to have raised that beautiful child.” And with that, Frigga left the room.
There was a beat of silence, then Loki spoke
“So, she was with you then?”
“Yes.” Thor said simply, “ She doesn’t know about you or her mother...well she doesn’t know anything about you.”
“So you told her about-”
“Bits and pieces. It is kind of hard to explain that her father sent her away because her mother died giving birth to her.”
“She should know. Know how she killed her--”
“She did no such thing. Loki she was an infant.”
“It doesn't matter, my wife is gone because of her.”
That’s when Thor exploded.
“YOUR WIFE KNEW SHE WAS GOING TO DIE.”
“wha..what are you talking about?”
“She knew brother. She didn’t tell you but she knew.”
“I don’t understand, why would she..”
“Because, she loved that child. She loved Y/n”
Loki tears up at the thought. The whole time, the whole pregnancy, she knew. She knew she was going to leave him. That he would mourn her. But she carried on anyway. That's why she wrote in that damn book all the time.
***Flash back****
“My love, why, pray tell are you writing in that book again?”
A smile forms on her face, "Because darling, I want our child to know how much it is loved by their mother. How anxiously I await their arrival.”
Loki smiles, not understanding his wifes antics, “Well in that case, make it known how much they are loved by their father.”
***
Loki stands and walks out of the room.
“Where are you going?” Thor shouts at his brothers back.
“I need to be alone. Don’t worry, the child will not be harmed.”
And with that, Loki disappeared.
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Y/ns POV
During your exploration of the castle, you ran into some of the staff. After many apologies, you managed to introduce yourself. But it seems that the particular woman you ran into knew who you were. It was weird but added to your theory.
She directed you to the garden, saying that it was the largest in all of Asgard, so of course you had to check it out.
So there you were. You were surprised to find that it was actually pretty large. You walked around, taking in the scenery and all the plants that didn’t exist on earth. You took pictures for Tony and Bucky, they’re probably worried sick.
After a while, you got bored and decided to find a place to sit, you wanted to read that journal Thor gave you. So you found a quiet spot, it was tucked away behind some trees but it was perfect. A small gazebo, covered in wilting flowers. It was old, chipped paint came off when you put your hand on it. It creaked when you sat down on the wooden bench.
That's when you noticed it. The letter L and another that was too faded to tell. You shrugged it off, digging in the bag for the journal, your headphones and the pastry you stole from the kitchens earlier. You settled in, playing some music and started reading. You got two pages in when your favorite song came on. Unable to resist, you started singing along.
Getting lost in the music, you didn’t notice that the flowers started to perk up. The color started to come back and they blossomed. The gazebo itself looked as if it was freshly painted.
Like magic.
Your singing caught the attention of another who came to the garden to be alone.
“What are you doing here?”
You jump, ice shooting out of your hands
The person dodged it, but looked at you in surprise.
“Y/n” They whispered. That’s when you recognized him.
“Oh hey, I bumped into you earlier huh?”
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General POV
Loki was speechless. At first when he heard the singing, he thought someone was trespassing. Everyone knew they weren’t supposed to go anywhere near the gazebo. That was her favorite spot.
So, he marched over, about to yell at the figure that dared to be in the space he and his beloved used to enjoy. That's when you turned around.
He thought he was seeing a ghost at first. That he had died and his beloved was waiting for him. But then he realized that this person shot ice out of their hand. And that’s when it hit him.
“y/n’
“Oh hey, i bumped into you earlier huh?”
Loki stayed quiet, still looking over your features. Realizing that the baby he sent away was now a teenager and had no idea who he was.he didn’t know what to say to you. How to explain that even though he could have raised you, he decided to selfishly sent you way. That the very sight of you had enraged him so much that he couldn’t bear to look in your eyes.
Emotions flooded his body as he looked at you. Remebering how excited he was to be a father. To raise a child with his true love.How he felt the night she died, before she could even hold you in her arms.
Then he spoke, “You..you look so much like your mother...”
Then he broke down, crying as you ran to his side, wondering who this man was, and how he knew your mother.
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Compensation | Gojou Satoru
Category: fluff
3k words; Dinner date [5/6]
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The door clicks behind you as you retire into your room after another day of work. Fatigue aches at your bones and the bed is soft underneath as you flop onto it. Investing in a cushiony blanket and mattress is probably one of the best decisions you made in your life. If not the best.
Drifting away into dreamland sounds amazing. If not for All Might.
“A text is here!”
“Toshinori…” Even though your favourite character is Hawks, there’s no way you’re not setting Yagi as your ringtone. Groaning, you blindly reach for the phone while not moving your smushed face. Comfort prioritises over the ability to breathe.
Gojou: Hey! T minus an hour to our reservation! Get ready!
Ah, this. Gojou has made good on his promise to make up for the dinner you missed thanks to his theatrics. Something bubbles in your chest.
Since the beach incident, which ended fine with everyone happy and well-rested, something shifted. In the relationship between you and Gojou. Tensing in the neck, quicker palpitation sometimes. Like the feeling you had when you went on that flight to Shinjuku and also at the beach. Repetition is making it concerning. Maybe a trip to Shouko is overdue.
Gojou: Wear smth nice!
Me: ? What?
Gojou: They have a policy about ties n dresses or smth. Or we can show up in jeans n see how they react!
Me: Let’s not.
Gojou: K then! C you in 56 mins ;)
There it is again, the bubbles. Shaking your head to dislodge the feeling, you get ready for dinner.
Joints pop as you rise, lazily gathering towels and clothes. Something nice. If it’s a place with attire regulations, it must be pretty high-class. Or maybe he’s just messing with you to see what you would wear. Better not take any chances.
Thirty minutes and your muscles are much looser thanks to the hot water. The fragrant smell of your shampoo and body wash puts you in a good mood as well. You quickly slip into a dress, a present Gojou got for you some time ago. It’s a soft and flowy one with intricate snowflakes decorating the ends. It became one of your favourites pretty quickly.
Rhythmic knocks on the door alert you of Gojou’s arrival just as you’re done drying your hair. After checking in the mirror to see if everything is fine, you open your room door.
The only thing same about him from his usual self is the hair and smile. His casual outfit is replaced with a black suit, presumably the one he bought weeks ago when he tagged along with you to buy Ken-chan a present. Somehow it looks better on him now than it did before. Probably the antique hallway lighting than the department one, it just gives him a more cozy vibe. The blindfold is gone, replaced by sunglasses. His gorgeous irises are still hidden from your view. He cleans up well.
“M’lady.” Bowing slightly, he stretches his hand out for you to take. You oblige with a giggle. The whole gentleman thing is cute.
“You’re on time for once! No, wait, you’re early!” Time seems to elude Gojou all the time. In the years you’ve known him, he’s never come to a meeting on time, let alone early. Especially ones about him by the higher-ups. There was one time where he didn’t even bother to come but Masamichi-san dragged him by the ear. Unfortunately, there’s no photographic proof which could have been used to mock him with.
“Of course I’ll come on time. Oh, you’re wearing the dress I bought you!” Gentleman vibe goes out the window, him returning to his hyperactive self. It’s still pretty cute. Where the hell is this coming from? There’s a constricting feeling in your throat.
“Oh, you’ve never seen me wear it. It’s one of my favourites now, and I thought you’d like to see it. What do you think?” By now you’re out in the courtyard, illuminated under the moon. Skipping up ahead, you spin a bit, letting the dress flow out. He doesn’t say anything for a while. “Gojou?”
“You look beautiful.”
“Eh?”
“You look… beautiful.”
The softness in his voice catches you off guard. You stop in your track, the clothing falling and resting against your legs. This is a Gojou you haven’t met before, one with such sincerity and tenderness. He steps up, taking one of your hands in his. Something tingles inside your stomach, like fireflies buzzing around and lighting it up with warmth. What’s happening right now?
“I mean it. You’re dazzling.”
Fire burns under your skin, originating from where he’s holding you and threatens to consume your entire body. The flutter in your stomach is nothing compared to this. Time stops. The only thing you can hear is his breathing and your heart beating.
Moonlight cascades over him, showering him in an ethereal glow. Snow white hair shines brilliantly and something seizes at your throat. He slowly lowers his lips to meet with the back of your hand, pressing a light yet somehow heavy kiss.
You're not moving. Not breathing. It feels like you're standing on a sheet-thin glass, a bottomless abyss underneath you. If you move even a centimeter, take even the slightest of breathes, the moment will break and you'll plummet down.
Lungs scream at you to breathe. You can't. Not while he's still holding your hand with such gentle sincerity. Heat travels to every cell in your body and the flicker inside your stomach gets unbearable.
The moment finally ends when his lips detach from your hand. Air slowly returns as he runs his fingers over your knuckles. When he peers down at you, there's just a momentary flash of piercing blue behind his sunglasses that makes your breath hitch.
"Shall we go?"
Shooting you a sweet smile, he doesn't let go of your hand and marches on forward. You barely remember to keep up, brain scrambled and chest exploding.
“This is an exclusive place. How did you get reservations this fast?”
“My stunning good looks!”
“Gojou.”
“Apparently someone cancelled their reservations. Looks and luck. What don’t I have?”
“Humility.
“That cuts me, [Name].”
Stifling laughter, you look out of the window and onto the street. A few weeks ago the view would have been amazing, but now that you’ve experienced flying, nothing measures up to it. There hasn’t been another flight break as you couldn’t bring yourself to ask him for one, since he was so busy, but the exhilaration of the trip never quite left your body.
When you turn your attention back to him, there’s a lit candle on the table and Gojou’s resting his head on his hand, staring at you. The intensity can be felt over his sunglasses.
“What’s up with the candlelight?”
“No idea.”
Attempts for small talk are useless. A silence sits in the air. Not the comfortable kind that you normally have with him, working in your office while he takes a nap on the sofa nearby. Or the one when he unceremoniously interrupts a break in the garden by coming up and resting his head on your lap, enjoying a soak in the sun with you. Or when you’re eating in the cafeteria together.
Something is just off here. It might be because of… his act earlier. Just thinking about it is enough to bring the blush back. But no, it's more to do with this place. It's much nicer than your school, expensive chandeliers and tablecloths, the air of refinery that everyone else naturally oozes. But it’s distant, detached. It doesn’t suit you or him. Eventually, you break.
“Why did you bring me here?” The smile disappears off of Gojou’s face and his brow scrunches in confusion.
“I thought girls liked this kind of thing!”
"Well, yeah, it’s exclusive for a reason. But I… don’t feel comfortable here. I’m grateful that you brought me here, and I appreciate all the effort you put into this to secure a place for us. It’s just that this feels way too serious to make up for a missed meal. I feel terrible that you went through all that trouble for me. I’m fine with somewhere more casual and comfortable, not the most expensive place you can take me.”
“You think this is the most expensive place I can take you? I’m wounded.” Gojou grips at his heart but the easy-going smile tells a different story. You give him a tentative smile back, worried he might be offended underneath his smile.
“Unless you want to stay here? I’m fine with that as well, this is completely up to you.”
“Nope, it’s up to you. Wanna head out then?” He holds his hand out again. You take it without a second thought.
“Where is this?”
“My favourite restaurant! They have the best dango for dessert. And of course, the main menus are good as well.” He’s so consistent.
Customers and chefs alike stare at you two when you walk in. Which is expected when Gojou’s dressed in an immaculate designer suit that’s in complete contrast to the humble and cozy interior of the shop. Some avert their gaze when they realise they’re being rude, but you can see them sneaking a peek from the corners of their eyes. You’re not dressed up as Gojou is, but mortification still flushes your cheeks. It gets worse when he guides you over to a table, leading you to a table by hugging you from behind. This never bothered you before so why is it affecting you so much now?
“Here you go.” He pushes a chair back for you to sit in. A server greets you with a smile, handing over the menu then disappears again. “Is this place better?”
It really is. Spices and the smell of broth leak into the eating areas, triggering your taste buds and causing you to salivate. People chatter and yell and cheer, the cacophony of noises filling the place with livelihood unlike the cold silence of the previous restaurant. This is somehow more peaceful. A smile blooms on your face.
“This is perfect.”
The rest of the night is smooth sailing. Gojou knows your taste in food perfectly, expertly recommending which ones to try out. The food is impeccable and the dangos are exquisite, the perfect blend of sweet and chewy. Conversation flows easily once you’re comfortable and blocking out whatever the courtyard thing was.
He's been away for a while due to a sudden influx in curses so it's nice to have some quality time together like this. With your belly full and warmth spreading over your body, you were ready to hit the sack.
That is, if he didn’t offer sake to end the night.
“Hmmm sleepy…” Alcohol doesn’t taste nice. Fuzziness takes over your brain, like thoughts are all mixing with each other and the room is spinning weirdly. Closing your eyes helps. Lights are way still way too bright and it feels like sweat is pouring off you by buckets. Someone’s calling your name but the wall is so nice and cool against your blazing skin.
“Didn’t know you’d be this much of a lightweight. Hey, hey, you with me?” Gojou’s blurry face comes into view when you open your eyes. Giggles escape you for absolutely no reason.
“Gojou!”
“Yes, yes, I’m here. I think you need to stop drinking. Nanami might never let me see you again.”
“Your cheeks are so squishy!” It’s soft and smooth underneath your fingers, like he doesn’t have pores. Maybe you can’t feel pores with fingers but his skin is just that flawless. “Drop your skincare routine, baby skin.”
“You had like three cups, how are you this drunk? I already paid so let’s go back to school. Lift your arms?” You obey obediently and something warm encases you. A familiar and delightful scent assaults your nose. There’s a click, a lot of clicks, like someone’s taking a photo. You can’t be bothered looking to check. “Can you stand?”
“Mm…”
“Guess that’s a no. Keep your eyes closed.”
Your stomach lurches as you’re pulled onto your feet, supported by something under your arms. Cold air rushes onto your face and makes you whine. There’s a call of “thank you” which you reply in your drunken stupor with “I’ll be back!” Laughter comes somewhere from above.
It’s dark enough outside that you can open your eyes again. Everything’s still a bit hazy but you can find your balance now.
“You think you can handle flying?” There’s really no way to tell other than to try it. So you nod.
There’s a blank memory between that decision and the moment you arrive at your doorsteps. Literally nothing. You blinked after making that choice and now you’re standing outside your room door. You would have fallen thanks to disorientation if not for Gojou supporting you by the small of your back.
“Come on, let’s get you to bed.”
He stands around while you get ready to sleep, helping you tie your hair and catching you when you lose balance. After washing, you stare at him and he stares right back. The stare-off continues. He finally gets the message when you point at the dress and walks out. It’s a struggle to get out of clothes in an inebriated state but after much wrestling, you manage.
Climbing into the bed, you’re about to actually fall asleep when there’s a knock on the door. Groans answer it because it’s way too far away. The person opposite seems to get the message and comes in. You peek and it’s Gojou with a plastic shopping bag. Sitting down and making himself comfortable on the bed, he ruffles through the bag.
“Hey, you have to drink this. It’ll help tomorrow.” He helps you sit up but pauses for a second. Your eyes flicker open. He’s looking at your body. “Are you still wearing my jacket? After you’ve changed?”
“Yup! Smells nice!” You bury your face in the lapel as if to prove a point. The grip on your arm tightens and he looks down.
“It smells nice?”
“Mhm. It's you. I feel like I'm being protected." He lets go of you, instead choosing to cover his face in his hands. His ears look red. Flicking it looks fun. "Gojou? What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong. Drink the medicine." Even with your messed up, alcohol-ridden tongue, it tastes bad. Attempts at whining and escaping is futile because he's stronger than you. "There you go. Now sleep."
He helps you down this time, brushing your hair with his fingers and cleaning up after himself. It's nice and fluffy inside the covers. Gojou takes your hand again, pressing another kiss on the back of it. Shorter than the last time but the intensity hasn't changed.
"Don't leave." It’s basically a whisper, but Gojou freezes immediately. There's no sound for a while and you can't see what's happening because of your drooping eyelids. Alcohol is great at inducing sleep. A rustling sound and his fingers interlocks with yours.
“You want me to stay? I’d almost say you like me.” His voice is low as well, but still with a teasing lilt, like he's trying to help you fall asleep. So considerate. Always so considerate.
"Maybe." The word trails off into a mumble. Alcohol also gets rid of your filters and the understanding of when to stop talking.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Dunno… You're making me feel weird things…" Digging yourself further into the covers, you try to block out even the faint lamplight. Having none of that, Gojou pulls you out from the blanket cave, ignoring your whines.
"You'll suffocate in there. I'm fine with doing CPR but Nanami might not. What do you mean by 'weird things'?"
"I don't know… There was like… this thing inside my stomach when you did the thing out in the uh… place. My insides felt itchy and weird thanks to you. Take that!" It probably could not have been more easier to catch your fist. "Noooo, you deserve to be hit! You did something to me… That's why I feel so weird when I'm around you. Ever since the beach trip… I sometimes get heart thumps when I see you… It doesn't make sense why I'm feeling this… I don't feel it with other people…"
In an attempt to show how annoyed you are, you try to flail around on the bed but it comes out more as a tiny jiggle. Like a caterpillar. Gojou lets out a chuckle. It sounds like he’s laughing at you. Smacking him comes to mind but you’re comfortable right now so you’ll forgive him. By now you’re just mumbling into the blanket.
"Because like… it's the same. You know? This, this… whatever this is… Like in the movies, the fluffy ones. When the girl falls in love with the guy. They show like the whole thing with like the thingies… The close up, the blush, heartbeat getting quicker in the background… Thump thump, yeah? Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Silence is his answer. You know he's still there because his hand is still connected to yours.
Sleep addles your mind. There's a whole lot of words popping up, like "Gojou" and "dinner" and "date" for some reason. But it's too late and everything is shutting down. Softly, slowly, you sink into slumber.
"Gojou?" Still nothing. "Hmmm you're asleep as well, huh? That's fine, that's good. You do so much to save everyone, you deserve a break. Like a hero… So brave, so selfless… Really stupid as well, so immature… Hn, maybe I do like you…"
"Say that again?" Oh, he's back. And he's gently shaking your hand, trying to keep you awake. But your consciousness is slipping away and soon everything turns into a pleasant hum.
The last thing you feel is something soft pressing against your forehead.
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STEFAN SALVATORE
Fatherly Joy of Letting Go
Requested: no
Prompts: “Aren’t you going to give me the ‘if you hurt my daughter, I’ll kill you’ talk?”; “Why? My daughter is perfectly capable of killing you herself, should the need arise.”
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Warning(s): none
Author’s note: I LOVE THIS (915 words wow!)
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Rebekah maneuvered the golden hairpins into your hair with what looked like actual struggle. "Could you stop moving for a second?"
"I'm trying." You mumbled through gritted teeth. Not only were the hairpins the sole reason your scalp was hurting, but they were also incredibly over the top.
What kind of teenager wears gold encrusted hairpins from the 16th century to a first date in the 21st one. You, apparently.
They seemed extensive even with the fact that you were going out with a century old vampire.
Your lips twisted in distaste when you saw them glimmer under the light.
"These very pins were worn by Anne Knollys in the 16th century. A baroness. Gorgeous if you ask me." Your aunt spoke up, pinning another golden pin into your curls. "Here. All done."
You wanted to asked what the fuss was all about but then again... She probably knew the woman that had once owned the very hairpins that are stuck in your hair.
Rebekah had a way of making things extraordinary. Dressed in casual clothing - a t-shirt and a pair of jeans – it was your hairstyle that spoke volumes and told a story of who you were. Someone confident and naturally beautiful. "Wow."
"I know right?" She beamed, pulling you up with little to no effort. "Now the dress."
Your heart skipped a beat. "Pinch me."
She laughed, "I won't. Because you know it's real."
Getting into the dress was easier said than done. Rebekah was particularly keen on helping you in without moving a single hairpin. The flowy dress had a special shine to it. You looked great.
"You look gorgeous, my love." She mused with a small smile as she fixes the back of your dress.
"You really think so?"
"I bet he won't be able to take his eyes and hands off you tonight," Rebekah remarks, her eyes alight with excitement.
You grasp your dress in your hands and make your way down. Sure enough, light chatter makes its way into your ear as you descend the stairs.
Stefan Salvatore is standing in the grand foyer, talking quietly with your father and uncles. They all look tall and imposing, though Elijah, Kol and your father had a certain air around them. Older vampires, let alone the oldest ones, tended to have weight in their stares, as if the passing centuries had left a tangible heaviness behind their tale.
Stefan is standing in the middle of them with his back facing the staircase.
They cease talking as soon as the clicking of your heels enter their ears, and the smell of your perfume wafts through the air. Stefan turns around, and you feel as if all breath from your lungs was knocked out. You swallow shyly, still not quite unable to meet his stare.
His handsome looks don't deceive. The hero like hair is combed back and styled nicely in a way that made you sure he had help. Underneath the dark expensive suit, he's wearing a milky white dress shirt and a striped gray and deep red silk tie.
Stefan's eyes widen when he catches the sight of you. They rake you from top to bottom, from the golden pins to the tips of your black pointy heels, then back up again before settling to your eyes. Something flared in his eyes, exciting you for what's to come this evening.
He steps forward gracefully as you finish walking down the stairs. "You look beautiful, Y/N," he says before he brushes his warm lips on your knuckles.
"Have fun you two," says Elijah with a smile. Your eyes dart to the expensive bottle of wine he cradles in his arms. Very expensive.
No wonder he's letting you go just like that.
"Don't stay out late," reminds Kol, raising his index finger to Stefan.
"Do we have a curfew?" You ask him jokingly.
"Yes." He informs proudly. "Be back before midnight. I'll be here waiting with my shotgun."
Snickers and light laughs erupt within the groups.
Stefan Salvatore smirks, pulling you close to him. "Aren't you going to give me the 'if you hurt my daughter, I'll kill you' talk?"
He had directed his question at your real father. The one who really had the right to wait for you with his shotgun. Or fangs, in his case.
If it were any other man, he would have him dead before sunrise.
Unfortunately for him and fortunately for you – Stefan Salvatore wasn't just anyone.
Not even your dad could kill him thanks to the history the two shared long before you were in the picture.
"Brave as always, Stefan." Klaus mused with a smirk dancing on his lips.
"I try my best." Your date returned in the same matter with a gallant tilt of his head.
Your darling father walked toward you, only you, and took your hands in his like he had done countless of times when you were a child. Something felt different because he didn't want to let go. "You look dashing."
"Thank you, dad."
The kiss he pressed to your cheek was the seal of his approval.
"Why? My daughter is perfectly capable of killing you herself, should the need arise."
"Nik!"
"Relax Rebekah," He brushed her off. "This is me being approving of their relationship."
The air changed and you breathed in relief.
"Now," Your dad clapped. "Off you go. And like Kol said, we will be waiting."
His eyes glowed in yellow for effect.
Stefan only smiled tightly, gripped your waist, and maneuvered you to his flashy car.
"That went well." He muttered, once both of you settled inside and the leather scent of the car's interior seemed to overtake your senses.
"Stefan," you breathed, eyes glimmering under the moonlight. "It couldn't have gone better. Trust me."
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Beach Bums
Summary: Used a few prompt lines including: “I like this outfit. Easy access.” and “I can’t wait until we’re alone. There are so many things I want to do to you right now.” “We’re in public, you know?”
Pairing: EZ Reyes x Black!OC
Warnings: Public sex, sandy beach sex, unsanitary sex (cause of the sand), exhibitionism, a little angst.
Word Count: 3.2K (I hate that I’m so long-winded)
Lena listened to waves lap at the shore of the beach with a relaxed smile on her face. The smell of saltwater tickled her nose while sand tickled her toes with each step. The chilly California night made it so she wore a flannel over her loose-fitting, flowy dress.
To her right stood her Knight in a Kutte, AKA EZ Reyes. A rare, genuine smile graced his own face. She couldn’t remember the last time they were together and he wasn’t on guard. There at the beach, none of the club bullshit mattered.
For that reason alone, she was happy she accepted his invitation for a one-day getaway. She had work she should be doing, and she was sure he had club business to attend to, but they were together in spite of it all.
EZ and Lena were on and off again high school sweethearts. The two of them didn’t see each other often anymore— Lena moved a few cities over to begin the next chapter in her life while he rebuilt his life in Santo Padre.
“What you thinking ‘bout, mamita?”
She found herself admiring his dimples. “You.”
“Yeah?” They deepened even further, his eyes crinkling at the sides. “What about me?”
She rolled her eyes and decided to mess with him. “I was thinking your head is kind of funny shaped.”
“What?” He asked, eyebrows shooting up. He jumped at her causing her to shriek and take off.
He chased her a few yards before reaching to grab her up by the waist. She side-stepped him and pushed, giggling even though her heart was racing as if she was really running from danger.
Lena’s mouth fell open as she watched EZ tip over in slow motion like a cow. Her hands reached out to steady him but it was too late, his big ass landed with an ungraceful plop in the sand. He looked just as shocked as she felt. She was stuck somewhere between being speechless and wanting to apologize. When their eyes met, the only thing they could do was laugh.
She clumsily sat down beside him, grabbing a hold of one of his big arms. She couldn’t get an apology out because she was laughing so hard.
“You’re cold blooded! You just tried to kill me!”
“I didn't expect for you to fall like that!” She managed to wheeze out in between laughter. “It’s not even all my fault. It’s all that damn wine you had at dinner. I tried to tell you, it sneaks up on you!”
A few fellow beach goers eyed them with amusement. EZ straightened when he saw the attention they garnered, face flushing at the attention. She tried to quiet down for his benefit but when he began dusting his sand-covered side, she fell into another fit of giggles.Soon enough, everyone went back to what they were doing.
To their left, a group of teenagers burned what she was certain was an illegal bonfire. To their right, people were scattered loosely, sitting on beach towels while watching the stars or walking the shore. Almost no one was left in the water. It was too late and too dark for a swim.
She crawled over to sit directly in front of him, her back against his chest, his arms holding her tightly to him. They sat in silence watching neon city lights dance across the dark water, enjoying the warmth the other provided in spite of the cool night.
EZ let his hands roam, lighting her body up with each stroke of his fingers. The two of them had many risky sexcapades back in high school. He could never wait until a party was over before he was trying to sneak them off somewhere. Then there was the time they missed half of senior prom.
“Can I ask you something?” Lena asked, gazing at the night sky.
He let out a fake sigh. “If you must.”
“Do you miss me?” Her eyes focused on him, ready to hyper analyze his response as she often did.
“How can I miss you when you’re right here?” He joked, trying to keep the mood light.
She rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean.”
He seemed to consider it, avoiding her eyes. Finally, he decided on a response.
“Of course I miss you.”
“Like a lot?” She hated how needy she sounded.
He smiled. She wasn’t always forthcoming with her real thoughts and emotions, especially since she had been disappointed by him before. His eight-year stint in jail wasn’t just hard on him. He liked when he saw flashes of the old her, the her he knew when they first met, before he hurt her.
“A whole lot, chula. You know that.”
She wanted to ask him how she was supposed to know that. He had been different since they reconnected. He could be distant, avoidant at times. She understood he lived a complicated life, but she wanted him to want her enough to fight for a future.
Her chest tightened every time she thought about the fact their love was fleeting. She snuggled further back into him, choosing to let it go. There was no sense in ruining a good night, one she could remember long after they were done.
EZ worried about them too. He knew it wouldn’t be long before she had no room for him in the new life she was building. He thought about her more than she would ever know. All around Santo Padre there were reminders, memories of her. Every day he passed the high school he remembered the day they met.
They both felt the tension of the unspoken words between them. When he could no longer stand it, EZ defaulted to sex. It was the one thing that was never wrong between them.
“I like this outfit, easy access.” He joked, pulling at his flannel until he could see the thin straps of her dress. He tugged at one of them until it fell, nibbling on her bare shoulder.
“I can tell.” She grinned naughtily, grinding her ass against him. Like him, she just wanted to forget all the bad stuff.
“I can’t wait til’ we’re alone.” He noticed there were only a few stragglers left on the beach. It had thinned out for the most part, the bonfire now an abandoned pit of soot. “There are so many things I want to do to you right now.”
She eyed their fellow beach goers, calculating the risk. “You know, you don’t have to wait until we’re alone.” She wanted him bad. Her heart lurched. She knew she was being driven by insecurity but she couldn’t help herself. Even if they didn’t last, she wanted to hold a place in his heart forever. She wanted him to remember she was his best and dirtiest fuck.
She turned to look him directly in the eyes. “I wanna fuck you right here.”
“I don’t think---”
“Are you kidding? You’ve been teasing me all night.” She pouted. His hand had been under her dress all night, pinching her thighs, tickling her legs, but never touching her where she needed.
“You’re trying to kill me.”
He’s one to talk.
“No I’m not.” She said in faux innocence. “I'm just trying to make you feel good, baby.”
“We’re in public, chula.”
“When has that ever stopped us before?”
He snorted. Points were made, so he wasted no more time, his resolve gone.
“You gotta relax though.” He hissed when she grabbed a hold of his dick. “Turn back around.” He instructed, pulling the big flannel from her shoulders so that he could use it as a makeshift blanket to hide their activities. She held it close to her chest while he went to work at unbuckling his pants. She kept turning around to peek at him.
“But I wanna see.” She hummed impatiently, stretching her legs out. “Have I ever told you how pretty your dick is?”
“You tell me that every time.” He tried to sound unimpressed, but it came out more strangled than anything. She knew all his tells. He was as desperate as she was.
She watched with open fascination as he stroked his dick. She sucked on her bottom lip as she watched it fatten up under her gaze. Fuck, he’s going to stretch me out. He leaned forward to kiss her, thinking about how he wanted to use her lips for other things.
After a long kiss, he pulled back with a groan, looking to see if they had gained any admirers. Once he deemed it safe he leaned in to kiss her again. He sucked on her lip this time, hands tugging her loose-fitting dress up until it rested underneath her breasts. Their legs were the only bare skin touching and he wanted more. He wanted her naked and underneath him where they could be as loud as they wanted for as long as they wanted, but a quickie would have to do.
When he pulled away from the kiss again, her eyes bore into his. He froze.
Her eyes were so expressive-- he knew when she was disappointed, angry, turned on. In that moment, she looked at him like he hung the stars and the moon just for her. He felt the same about her, taking her beautiful features under the moonlight.
Her thick hair blew over her shoulders in the breeze, the smell of mango invading his nose. He loved her smell. He leaned in to rub his nose against hers, giving her an eskimo kiss because he knew it would make her smile. Her lips parted slightly, her pink tongue wagging at him in a teasing manner. He shook his head, smirking. As much as he found ways to make her smile, she did the same.
“Come here.” He lifted her so she hovered just above his crotch. The flannel slipped down slightly.
She reached for his dick anyway, gasping at how hot and heavy it felt in her hands. She probed at her wet slit with his tip. Lena wanted to ride him the right way, chest to chest where they could kiss and hold each other. She held in a whine, doing her best to look normal as if nothing was happening. Underneath her, his hips surged forward, desperate to get inside her.
“Stop moving.” She bossed him the way he sometimes liked. The club looked to him to fix and handle everything as their prospect. He looked to her for grounding. She reminded him he wasn’t invincible, humbled him.
Her stalling wasn’t just for his benefit. It had been months since they were together. If she didn’t mentally prepare herself first, she’d be shouting his name for everyone at the beach to hear.
“Hurry up.” She could hear the frustration in his voice. The awkward position they were in, the contrast between the cool night air and her warm center on his dick, the strain of holding her hips up, and his flannel slipping down had him nervous and impatient.
“Be still, baby.” She whispered sweetly. She used the mushroom tip to tap her clit and though she had been expecting it, she jumped up moaning.
His fingers dug into her hips as a warning, head on a swivel for any peeping Tom’s.
“Fuck. Me.” She listened to him, lining his cock up with her entrance. His hips lifted as best they could in his position, pushing past tight resistance until he was inside her.
They did their best to be quiet. She bit down on her lip and pinched one of his thighs. He closed his eyes, holding her as he tried to adjust. It had been too long since they were together.
Lena was as wet and warm as he remembered. Even tighter than he remembered due to not being stretched out first by his fingers or his tongue. He loved playing with her pussy, watching the way she would tremble and try to hold her moans in.
“You feel so good.” He buried his face in her hair momentarily.
“Mhmmm…” She was having a hard time forming words. She used her hands on his thighs for leverage to ride. “...you too.” She couldn’t ride him the way she wanted, but she did her best, squirming in his lap at the slight discomfort. “You’re too deep.” She pouted.
“Relax.” He moaned into her hair, burying himself to the hilt. She let him work, lifting her up and down on his dick as best he could without causing a scene. Each time he hammered her hard and deep. The slow, but bruising pace made the filthy act that much more intense.
“Fuck, nena.” He grunted as his forearms burned. “Take that dick.” And she did. Sans a few escaped mewls, she took all of him with no complaints, letting him use her in the best way possible.
As much as he hated himself for it and wished he could focus, all EZ could think about was her being with other people when they were apart. It was hypocritical of him he knew--he had gone on a sex binge with Vicki’s girls as soon as he got out, but it didn’t change the way he felt.
“I love this dick, baby.” She purred, looking over her shoulder into his eyes.
“Yeah?”
“Yes, daddy. It’s my favorite.”
He pounded her harder, angry at the admission.
“You fuck other guys like this?”
Lena moaned to avoid the answer. She had definitely tried to get over him while under other men. Eight years was a long time. One of his hands left her hips to tug her hair. She was forced to take over the majority of the grunt work, bouncing in his lap despite the awkward angle.
“Do you?” She winced as he got aggressive, knowing her scalp would be tender the next day.
“No.” She finally moaned, sounding defeated.
“They don’t fuck you like I do, mami?”
“No!�� It came out louder than intended, catching the attention of another couple on the beach. Neither Lena or EZ let it bother them.
“Be quiet.” He gritted out, continuing to pound her out. Her walls constructed around him, sucking him in deeper. He could feel her wetness dripping down his shaft onto his balls.
“Wait—“ Movement to their right caught her attention. The couple had risen from their spot. One of the girls gathered their things into a tote bag while the other rolled their towels up.
“Baby—“ she tried to warn him, pushing at his thighs. She felt like she was going crazy. Overwhelmed was an understatement. At that point, holding her breath was the only way to keep from yelling his name out.
His hand left her hair to press against her tummy. “You feel that shit?” He was being mean, holding her in place so she couldn’t do anything but take it.
“Babyyyy.” she whined.
“What mami?” His face was buried in her neck and she could feel him leaving what would be hickeys on her brown skin. He couldn’t keep her with him forever, but he could scare his competition away for a few weeks if he marked her good enough.
“I think they’re watching us.”
His head lifted from her neck, dark eyes searching for bodies in the night. He saw them. The two girls were still several yards away from them, but headed their way. They spoke quietly to each other, giggling every few seconds.
He made a decision. They were too far gone to stop, potential audience be damned.
“Then you better hurry up and come.” Her stomach tightened at his words. “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t.” She sobbed, concentrating on her hardest on being quiet.
“You better not. Fuck that dick until we both come.” His fingers dug into her hips painfully as their skin loudly slapped together. “I don’t give a fuck about some gringos watching.”
The combination of the time they spent apart, the fact they could be caught, and his dirty words were too much for her. She came so hard tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, needy moans spilling from her lips. If EZ could see her face, she’d be embarrassed at the way she went cross-eyed.
The flannel slipped down to their legs where it barely covered anything. Lena silently thanked gravity that her dress had also slipped down so she wasn’t completely exposed. That didn’t mean she didn’t look the part of a desperate slut.
Tears fell freely from her eyes, leaving a trail of mascara in their wake. Judging by the looks on the girls’ faces, they were concerned. She flushed at the attention, but was too overstimulated to disguise her dick-drunk state.
EZ showed her no mercy, drilling her like she hadn’t already come. He didn’t give a fuck about the two curious set of eyes on them.
Picturing her with other men had his mind racing and it made it hard for him to concentrate on his release. “Tell me it’s mine.”
“It’s yours.” She panted immediately, eyes wide and pupils blown. She couldn’t believe what they were doing. He didn’t show any signs of stopping so she talked him through it.
“It’s always been yours, daddy.” He hammered into her.
“I love that dick.” In.
“I miss it so much.” Out.
“It’s too good.” Her voice got progressively lower as the girls got closer. They seemed to have figured it out, their footsteps purposely slow. She was embarrassed, but couldn’t stop until he joined her in bliss.
“I want your cum! I want it so bad. I don’t care who knows.”
Her eyes met one of the stranger’s. One the girl’s mouth split into a sly grin. They definitely knew what was going on.
“I don’t care about anything when your dick is in me.” She mewled loudly, locking eyes with one of them.
“I’ll fuck you anywhere you want, whenever you--” He bit down hard on her shoulder, an animalistic growl rumbling out of his chest. She winced at the sting, knowing he’d left yet another mark. The other girl tugged her along, clearly scandalized.
His dick pulsed inside her, massaging her insides. If she hadn’t already come, that sensation would have done it. She collapsed against him, lazy, and too fucked out to care anymore.
He seemed to share that sentiment, assaulting her neck without a care in the world, sloppily tonguing it down as if it were her pussy. Each lash of his tongue was a promise for later. He would eat her alive when they were in the comfort of their hotel room.
They both huffed and puffed, trying to catch their breath. Sweat and sand covered their skin, the smell of sex mingling with the night air. Neither of them knew how they would muster the energy to make it back to the car, let alone the hotel room.
“I love you.” He murmured softly, placing one final kiss against her neck.
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Resfeber
Swedish. noun. The restless race of the traveler’s heart before the journey begins, when anxiety and anticipation are tangled together.
Fandom: The Witcher
Pairing: Lambert x Reader
Word Count: 1112
Rating: T
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a/n: no request here, just the simple ramblings of a touch drunk romantic
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Warnings: fluff, comfort, touch sensitivity, touch starvedness (?)
Lambert likes his independence. But his world is tipped on its side by someone just as sensitive to touch as he is, and he can’t help but wonder...
Lambert prides himself on being an independent Witcher. Well, that may be a bit redundant, Witchers are supposed to work alone, live alone, travel alone. But, Geralt’s got the bard and the witch, Eskel keeps finding lost goats to follow him around the continent, and Lambert? Well, he’s spent the last half a century traveling the world alone, and he’s been doing just fine.
Until he met you. You had been walking along the trail under the blistering sun, a small pack slung to hang across your chest. Your shirt was loose around your waist, and your skirt flowed freely along the ground with every step that you took.
As Lambert had approached behind you, his pace a bit faster as he walked back to the town that had hired him, he watched as you tilted your head to look behind at him, sensing him there. He saw you take in his eyes and the scar through the one on the right, his twin swords, his armour, stained with wyvern blood.
Lambert waited for the inevitable stench of fear, the accelerated pounding of your heart in his ears as you dash away. But instead, you only smirked, turning back to face the road ahead as Lambert stopped in his tracks.
“You know,” he yelled, rushing after you and settling into a comfortable stride at your side, “you shouldn’t turn your back on strange men walking along the road. You could be taken advantage of.”
You hummed, glancing over at him as you reached to your waist. You deftly unclasped the skin of water that hung there, taking a sip before you held it out to Lambert. He squinted as he looked into your eyes, distrustful of this unnecessary act of kindness. However, all he found was generosity, and as he felt sweat drip down his back under the weight of his armour, he felt his distrust melt away.
As Lambert took the skin of water, his fingers brushed against yours for the briefest moment. You jumped, your heartbeat intensifying in his ears. Lambert clenched his jaw before he drinks from the skin, disappointed in himself for thinking that this random girl that he just chased down the trail would be kind to him just for the sake of being kind.
You had seen him tense up at your reaction. Your cheeks had reddened as you clasped your hands to the strap on your pack. “I’m-I’m so sorry, Master Witcher,” you had stammered, “I promise, it’s not because of you, I’m just-I’m just very sensitive to touch.”
Lambert had glanced over at you then, ready with about five different retorts about where you could shove your promise. But when he saw your eyes, recognition surged through him. He took in the flowy clothes, the hair that you had so carefully tied so as not to fall into your face, the light scratch marks along your skin. It was like being shot back in time, back to when he had just gone through the Trial of the Grasses. Everything felt too tight, too itchy, too stiff, too much. And even now, the smallest unexpected touch from someone could send him reeling.
Lambert had walked at your side the rest of the way to the town, peeling off once he had seen the ealdorman to collect his reward. When he had stepped back out into the sun, his coin pouch a bit fuller, he was surprised to see you still standing where he had left you. He had approached you slowly, feeling like his feet were dragging through the dust and the dirt.
You had watched him come with a smile on your lips and a glint in your eyes. You had nodded towards the other end of the town and Lambert looked, seeing a small home resting atop a small hill on the outskirts.
“Would you like a bite to eat?”
…
Now, Lambert lay in your bed, dressed down to his chemise and undershorts, his belly full and his mind wandering. Once the basic pleasantries had been made over a hearty meal, you had explained that you had always been like this, skittish to the touch of other people’s skin. It was different if you were expecting it, you had said, but it felt like someone sending lightning through your every nerve.
Lambert doesn’t get it. Why would this sweet, charming woman who can’t stand being touched open her home to him, offer him a warm meal and a warmer bath, and even a bed to sleep in? The sheets are drenched in your scent, something akin to fresh rain after months of drought. Lambert feels his breathing slow with each breath he takes, relaxing into the comfortable embrace of the blankets around him.
He looks over at you, curled in on yourself towards him. The moonlight shines across the high points of your cheeks and down the slope of your neck, dissipating into shadows that hide the heart that calls out to him with every beat against your chest.
He had been careful as he followed you into the bed, grateful for the chance to sleep on something other than dirt and not wanting to risk it with unwarranted advances. Lambert had let you climb in first, trailing after you as he kept as much space between your bodies. He finds himself wanting to reach out and brush a stray strand of hair from your forehead, knowing that it would bother you had you been awake.
A crackle of thunder sounds far in the distance, the heat carrying the noise faster than the storm. Lambert watches as you shift, stretching in your sleep before your hand brushes against his arm. He stays perfectly still, waiting for you to wake and pull away. Instead, you only move closer, wrapping your arm over his stomach and resting your head on his chest, just above his heart.
Lambert feels you nuzzle into him, the movement causing his breath to hitch a bit. He steels himself with a deep inhale, slowly letting it out so as not to disturb your slumber. Something new swells inside of him, enveloping his soul with warmth and comfort that it has not seen in decades. You, with all of your anxiety tied up in the sensation of touch, have sought him out in your most vulnerable state of sleep.
He shouldn’t read into it. You were probably just cold. But, as you kick the blankets off and squeeze tighter around him, he can’t help but thread his fingers through your hair and let himself hope, just for a moment, that you were holding him just for the sake of comfort.
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Haikyuu!! Boys Wearing Dresses Headcanons
A/N: honestly making this because this is what I did last night. Yes, I cosplayed the majority of these fit volleyball playing men wearing dresses. And I have no regrets.
Notes: Scenarios will vary depending on the character. Also, these are in character x reader style.
Warnings: If any, maybe fluff?
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Hinata Shōyō
Okay so we all know how determined he is, correct?
The little tangerine lost a bet and had to dress up for whenever he went out next or else nobody would toss to him.
Funny enough, guess who had a date with you the next day?
Baby is tiny and slim so he definitely has the figure to work something definitely on the more flowy yet clingy type
So meeting up at the train station and seeing this little ball of sunshine in a full getup was a bit of a surprise.
But not an unwelcomed one.
He was standing at a concrete pillar, holding onto the bottom of the dress for dear life with the brightest blush.
Tanaka and Nishinoya were the ones who styled him, saying “he had to be the cutest boyfriend for Y/N!!!”
Standing there with his head down, a pastel pink dress that reached his mid thigh clinging to his slim form with a white undershirt coming up to his neck underneath.
A sheer white cardigan draped over his arms paired with white thigh high socks and cute little pink flats.
When he saw you, he almost forgot he was dressed up. Smiling brightly and waving to you before he went back to blushing like he was around to explode.
Waving his arms around like a mad man and hiding behind the pillar shyly.
“D-Don’t look, Y/N!!! I don’t want you to see me like this and ruin your image of me!!” He cried
After seeing you smile though, he peeked his head out before slowly stepping to you with the cutest pout.
“D-Do you think I’m less manly now..? Or weird..?”
After getting a comforting response from you, he lit back up to his bouncy self.
He took your hand and started to lead you.
“Thank you, Y/N. Though, this won’t happen again. This would suit you better than it would me...”
Aside from Hinata getting continuously hit on, it was a pretty amazing date.
Sugawara Kōshi
Can we all agree this is a miracle?
Listen, we got Sugamama here all dressed up and you’re not gonna take the heavens?
The setter had honestly just meant for it to be a joke between Daichi and Asahi.
They were all messing around with some old clothes had planned to throw out and somehow Suga had ended up trying some on.
Nothing intensely but definitely cute.
A dark cream toned romper that covered his arms yet had a low cut v neck that just showed off his collar bones.
A pair of white wedges and a black belt around his waist.
No he wasn’t as slim as Hinata but honestly he still rocked it.
He wasn’t all that tall but with his well defined legs, thin wrists and rounded face with soft features.
He just looked like a mature model that had Asahi on the floor, his soul leaving his body and Daichi with a tiny blood nose.
He was about to change before a sound brushed through his mind.
Craning his head slowly, he locked eyes with you in the door way.
“Heh... Hey love... how was work..?”
He was blushing but not as bad as Hinata.
Just as he was about to defend himself, your musical laugh rang through his ear and confused him.
Watching you come up and grab into his belt, pulling him closer, the small blush that graced his cheeks only grew
“L-Lemme get changed and I’ll help with dinner, then we can totally forget about this... please?”
He begged the others to erase the memory too, Asahi a bit kinder than Daichi.
After composing himself and changing, he helped you make dinner as promised and tried to ignore the subtle comments from you.
Tōru Oikawa
We all know he would work it, and proudly too.
Even with his flat ass, he still looks like a model.
He would try dressing up just to mess with you but he actually ended up liking the way it made his waist look.
You both would be on a shopping date, which he would instigate, and so whilst you were looking at clothes he would be changing.
You thought he was just trying on a shirt but when you turn to see this man come out of the changing room, your jaw with many others dropped.
He stood there, in front of the curtain of the changing room wear a full length white jumpsuit, the back completely expose aside from the straps holding it up and crossing over.
It was tight at the torso but once it got to his wiast, it flowed freely. The way he stood made it look like a gown.
The floral pattern and white shade blended well with his skin tone, the hints of mint that scattered with the other soft pastels only compliments the look further.
“So~? Whatcha think N/N-chan~? Am I still beautiful~?”
After seeing you blsuh as hard as you did though, his face started to turn red as well.
“O-On second thought, this would suit you better..!”
Only after letting a few girls take a few pictures with him posing like a proper model and the retail workers falling all over him, did he change.
After you both were both done with the store, did you notice the plastic bag he was carrying.
Scratching the back of his neck, Oikawa looked away and pouted.
“Like I said, I thought it would look better on you,”
Kenma Kozume
Babey was not ready.
Nor did he want it.
He just wanted his game back.
Yamamoto was being a dumbass and complaining about how no cute girls would ever talk to him, so he got the idea.
Now, who on the Nekoma team was small, dainty and had a cute face?
After stealing all of Kenma’s games that he had available, he forced the poor boy into the cute dress they had handy in the club room for some convenient reason?
After leaving the club room for just a minute to get Kenma’s jacket and come back to that? What are the odds.
Seeing your boyfriend standing there, blushing with the look of resentment in his eyes as Yamamoto took almost 100 pictures of the poor pudding head.
It wasn’t anything extravagant like Oikawa, no. It was better.
You know that whole trope shoujo manga anime school girl uniform? Yep, knee high socks and all.
The poor boy looked like he was about to cry when he saw you walk in.
But as soon as he was in your arms though, he was all good. No more sad kitten.
So whilst you beat the shit out of Yamamoto, mama Yaku stepped in and helped him change back.
Even though it made him embarrassed, the adorble image of Kenma wearing that uniform with tear glistened eyes was burned into your mind.
It took a bit of cuddles but eventually you were carrying the boy on your back as he played his games happily, Kuroo scolding Yamamoto non stop behind you.
“Sorry you had to see that, Y/N....”
That was all the pudding head said, keeping quiet. Then again, nothing else was needed.
After getting some gentle conformation from you, he turned off the game and nuzzled into your neck.
“If... if you ever want to see it again... I might do it. Only for you though...”
Total score.
Akaashi Keiji
The mans is legit the captain of the pretty setter club. Go on, try to deny it.
Legit, he’s perfect.
He was thin yet built.
He had sharp features that made him look like a model.
Long legs with the most gorgeous thighs.
Slim yet full in the best places *wink wonk*
So seeing him all dressed up for your date night had you falling in love all over again.
He was walking through the door as you came downstairs from your shared bedroom but he made you stood in your tracks.
“Ah, Y/N. I’m home, love,”
He spoke calmly as usual, as if he wasn’t in a gorgeous gown.
He had walked in wearing a lose fiting and flowing yellow gown. A slit running up to his upper thigh and thin straps holding up the top that dipped only slight at the collar but completely exposed his well built back.
It wasn’t a sunflower yellow either but more so close to a gold that matched his almost silver hues.
He honestly looked like a slim goddess, as if not more pretty that Kiyoko.
After you didn’t comment your usual welcome back, he drew confused before it dawned on him again.
“Ah, right. I was with Bokuto-san and he said that I should surprise you with this, it was his lover’s dress but apparently they thought it didn’t suit them so they gave it to me to try on. I guess I forgot I had it on, let me get changed and we can do,”
He gave a small smile and was about to walk up the stairs and past you before you grabbed his wrist.
After seeing your shy eyes avoiding his but your grip not letting up on him, he got the hint.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable whilst we’re out,”
He was such a sweetheart.
But after hearing your comment on how you’d be proud to be seen with such a beautiful man, he gave the smallest blush and chuckled softly.
“Of course then, but I think that’s my line~ grab your purse and I’ll grab my wallet, we’ll walk tonight,”
Sure, he was hit on constantly but it was such a perfect night, ending with you both dancing in the moonlight.
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The Ball (Patton POV)
Word Count: 1049
Patton twirled, watching his dress fan out around him. He was waiting for Logan to arrive as they’d promised to go together. All he could do right then was kill time.
He thought back to growing up, how he’d despised wearing dresses his mother had put him in for formal events. As he’d grown older and understood why he didn’t like being a ‘she’, he finally cast off the dresses and vowed to not wear them again. After a few years, he’d started to miss them. Not for what they meant as a gender identifier for society, but the way they looked and felt. He liked the way they flared out around him, the not having to wear tight fitting pants or a jacket that felt weird. So, he just didn’t wear a formal suit. Instead, he wore dresses in shades of light blue, pink, lavender, light brown the color of soft dirt, yellow the color of sand, grey the shade of doves, and green that’s as light as sunlight through a leaf. He loved the way he felt in them and still wore trousers when he wasn’t feeling fancy.
Today was a specially made dress. He’d heard the Charming twins each had a signature color that they wore -- and would be wearing at the ball. His dress was made to match that. His top, with flowy sleeves that draped from his elbows, was made of a material that faded from a light pink at the top to a dark red in the middle, gathering into a black at his waist. His skirt, a floor length piece that trailed behind him slightly, picked up from the black and faded into a dew-touched-grass green at the hem. He loved it.
Logan’s knock at the door startled him from his consideration of his gown. Patton glided over and opened it, twirling for his brother’s approval. “What do you think? Isn’t it lovely?”
Logan leaned against the doorjamb. “It’s magnificent. I’m sure they both will appreciate it.” He held out a hand. “Are you ready, brother?”
Patton smiled, always getting a thrill when Logan called him that. “Yes!” He took Logan’s hand and let him lead the way to the ballroom.
As they approached, Patton tensed just the slightest bit. He was worried the two people courting him wouldn’t want him anymore when they spent an evening with him. Logan patted his hand. “You’ll be fine, Pat.”
Patton looked at him. “How do you always know what I’m thinking of?”
“You’re my brother, I’ve spent my whole life learning how to read your body language.” Logan gave him a smile that quirked up on one side. “You’ll do great. You’ve nothing to prove. If they don’t like you by the end of the night, that’s their loss.”
They arrived at the ball together, meeting up with their father briefly at the beginning before Logan went to stand by the stairs to wait for the smith he’d shown interest in during their visit to the village. Patton hoped that match worked out well as they seemed suited for each other.
He stood by his father for another while before the king caught the eye of a dignitary Patton knew as Nico Flores and went to talk to him. Patton had to smile as he thought of his father thinking he’d snuck love letters quietly past them.
He wasn’t alone for long as both the Charming twins approached him. Looking around, he locked eyes with his brother right before the Smith arrived, drawing the other’s prince’s attention. They bowed at the same time. Roman put a hand on his decorative sword. “May we have a word?”
Patton nodded and allowed them to lead him to a secluded corner. Patton took a deep breath. “So, how have you two been?”
Remus smiled. “I’d appreciate it if we skipped the small talk for now, my dear. Have you been receiving our letters?”
Roman nodded. “We both write on the weekly but get no response.”
“I’ve been writing almost on the daily and have yet to get a reply from either of you.” Patton responded.
The twins looked at themselves and nodded. “Then it must be the route.” Roman said.
“But there was no sign of bandits when we passed on the way here.” Remus replied.
“We might have to take a different approach to it.”
Patton waved a hand. “Hello? Still here.”
Remus nodded with a smile. “Right. How have you been?”
Patton shrugged, putting on his fake smile. “I’m doing fine! How are you?”
Remus narrowed his eyes and gave him a look that said he’d be asking about that later. “We’re both as fine as we can be.”
“Is there a reason you’ve been avoiding our letters, even when they did arrive?” Roman asked, seemingly oblivious to his brother’s suspicion.
“It’s just-” Patton cut himself off. Both of these men were nice and sweet and he really didn’t want to hurt them.
“Just what?” Remus’ face had softened slightly but his eyes were still analysing Patton’s every move.
Patton leaned back against the wall. “I want to be courted.”
Roman looked stunned. “Courted? Have we not been doing just that for the past year?!”
Patton sighed, a wistful look entering his eyes. “I want moonlight trysts, long walks through castle corridors, naps in meadows and talks that last for hours. I want someone who will fight for me, who will compose poems to my virtues. I want someone to understand so deeply that even just looking at him, I’ll be able to tell what he’s thinking and feeling. I don’t want someone to just tell me of his triumphs in tournaments or what happened during his day. I want to know his thoughts on the matters that concern him.”
He shook his head slightly as he schooled his features. “My thoughts are unrealistic, I know.”
The twin shook his head sadly. “No, they’re not. You deserve to be courted like that. You deserve that and so much more.” He sighed as he put his hand on his twin’s shoulder and pushed him forward. “I’m just not the person to give it to you.”
Roman bowed and took his leave, moving to converse with a foreign dignitary that Patton didn’t recognize. Patton watched him go.
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Nervous Regrets - Tyler Seguin - Part 29
Word Count: 4,198
POV: Reader
Warnings: Smut, NSFW, Language, Pregnancy Pictures??
Notes: It’s not yet tomorrow, so at least I kept my word and got this one out today as well. We are definitely getting closer to the birth. Can’t wait! Happy Reading!
Nervous Regrets Masterlist
The beach was completely amazing. The water was warm; the sun was shining and everyone was laughing and having so much fun. Tyler wouldn't let you go in the water without him being by your side, for fear that you'd get knocked down by a wave. Which at first you were totally going to protest, but as the first wave hit, you felt yourself lose a bit of your balance. From then on out, you made sure you only went in just slightly above your ankles if he wasn't around.
On day two, Anna finally convinced you to start your pregnancy shoot, while the boys were out golfing in the afternoon. You'd brought several outfits, along with lingerie, to change into for all the photos Anna had in mind. She started off with some cute dress shots of you on the beach, mostly you walking along in the shallow water, some with the waves splashing around. You changed into one of your bikinis, with cute flowy cover-ups, for a couple of the shots. Moving up the pool, Anna did a few unique shots there as well. She then had you put on a few of the lingerie sets and did some sexy shots just for Tyler in the bedroom.
The lighting was hitting the house perfectly, and they all somehow convinced you to go nude, which was totally out of your comfort zone. The backdrop and lighting created the perfect opportunity for some silhouette shots. "Ok, just lay there and cover your breasts with your left hand. Oh, that's perfect." Anna told you. "Now bend your left knee up and point your toes." You had your hair fanned out behind you, and you weren't sure what made you do it, but you arched your back slightly. "Oh my god, yes, that looks amazing."
"Seriously (Y/N), you look so beautiful. Tyler is going to freak." This was from Liv, as she and Jenna were standing over by Anna, as she snapped shot after shot.
After a few more pictures like that, Anna gave you a gauzy piece of material to wrap around you. You kneeled, keeping your feet under you while you brought the material up to cover your breasts, as much as it would allow. "These are so good (Y/N), I can't wait for you to see them." It felt like you did about a hundred more poses in the next thirty minutes, but soon you were all gathered around Anna's laptop looking at all the photos she took.
"Anna, these are fantastic. How did you make me look so good?" You always knew Anna was an amazing photographer, but each of the pictures she took of you was simply beautiful. She'd even captured some fun playful ones, from when the girls had made you laugh.
"I'm so glad you like them. I can't wait to do some with both you and Tyler."
You were scrolling through all the photos when the guys finally got home. "What are you ladies up to? Because from here it looks like no good." Jamie teased you all as he came over to give Jenna a kiss on the cheek. "Oh wow! (Y/N) these are….wow! They're amazing."
"Awww, thanks, Jame!"
"Ok Chubbs, why are you complimenting my wife?" Tyler asked and you turned so quick, you could've got whiplash as he called you wife.
Thankfully, no one but you and Jenna really noticed and she quickly covered it by saying. "We're all looking at the phenomenal photos Anna took of (Y/N) this afternoon."
"Oh, I want to see." Tyler pushed his way over by you so that he could get a good view on the computer. "Oh my god babe, you look stunning." Anna continued to scroll down thru until she was at the nude ones. Tyler's jaw dropped. "Fuck babe, these are hot."
"Anna did a great job, didn't she?"
"Yeah, she did."
"Thanks, guys, but (Y/N) made it easy. I need to edit them, but I'll do that when we get back home. However, we still have more to take of the two of you." You weren't going to deny that you were looking forward to doing a photo shoot with Tyler and seeing what Anna would do with the two of you together.
"Let me grab a shower, and we can get started if you want?" Tyler seemed eager, now that he'd seen your proofs, to get some pictures of the two of you. With a quick kiss, he headed off to your room. You and Anna exchanged a knowing glance, then burst into giggles.
"Are you good to keep doing this or want to finish them up another day?"
"Are you kidding? I could do this all day. I wish I could make a living doing this. Speaking of which, you don't care if I use some of these to promo my photography business do you?"
"Oh my god, Anna I'd be mad if you didn't. I'll do anything I can to help you." She was a really great photographer and loved it, so if these pictures could help, you were all in. "So what are you thinking for Tyler and me?"
"Well, I thought we could start off here and then move out to the beach and hopefully catch the sunset." It sounded perfect and you nodded, then headed into the bedroom to change and check to see if Ty was ready.
The shower was off, and you could hear the sound of music floating from the bathroom, with Tyler humming along to it as he got ready. It brought a smile to your face. He was splashing a bit of cologne on himself, the one that made you go weak in the knees when you smelled it on him. He saw your reflection in the mirror as you were leaning against the doorframe, just watching him; and he smiled at you. "Hey baby, come here." It was as if your legs had a mind of their own as they made your way over to your husband; where he wrapped you up in his arms. "God I love you." His lips found yours in a searing kiss, that stole your breath away. "Those pictures babe…. you're so gorgeous. I don't think that I've ever seen you look more beautiful. Well, maybe the day I married you."
"Speaking of which, did you realize you called me your wife out there?"
He shrugged his right shoulder. "Oh well, I mean you are my wife."
"I thought we weren't telling anyone? Especially since our family's don't know." You were pretty sure your parents would understand why you and Tyler decided to get married before the baby, but you wanted them to find out from you and not through friends.
"I know. I know." He pulled you a little tighter to him. "I love you so much and I just forget sometimes that I can't call you my wife all the time." He kissed your forehead. "Now stop distracting me so I can finish getting ready."
Rolling your eyes at him, you stepped out of his embrace. "Far be it from me to get in the way of your beauty rituals."
You made your way back into the bedroom, to find the white lingerie set you had on earlier. "Hey babe, what am I supposed to wear?"
"I brought you khakis and a white shirt for the beach. Anna said something about jeans and a t-shirt for a few, so throw that on now." By the time you put the bra and panties back on, Tyler had a pair of jeans on and was coming out of the bathroom.
"Woah!" Just then a knock sounded at the door, which was probably for the best because the look in Tyler's eyes told you, you wouldn't be getting photos taken if he had his way.
"You guys ready?" Anna asked as she swept into your room, camera and accessories in tow. "Ok don't move, the lighting is perfect there." You'd been standing by Tyler, near the sliding glass doors that led outside to the beach. "Well I mean you can pose and stuff, but this will be great."
Tyler held you in his arms and the both of you looked down at the baby growing inside you, as Anna snapped some shots. "Oh wait, should I put a shirt on?"
"Nah, I like the idea that your tattoos are showing." You told him.
"Ok, how about you turn around (Y/N) and both of you can cradle the baby. Yep just like that." She took a bunch more throughout the bedroom before having you lay down on the bed, while Tyler came over the top of you to kiss your bump. In another pose, he was laying on his side behind you, both of you had your hands on the baby while you looked deeply into each other eyes. Tyler would steal kisses every now and then throughout the entire shoot, and you knew Anna captured the whole thing.
By the time you headed outside the sun was perfect. After having a difficult time finding a wedding dress on short notice, you'd ordered a white flowy dress for the pictures off the internet. Anna took tons of photos on the beach, but one of your favorites was holding hands with Tyler, just walking through the water, as the sunset behind you. All the pictures turned out amazing, and you knew that you were going to owe Anna big time.
It was a beautiful night, and by the time you were done with the photo shoot, the chef had dinner all prepared. Everything looked delectable and you hadn't realized how hungry you actually were until there was food in front of you. The meal was delicious and the conversation with all your friends even better. Being in Cabo, just made everyone seem so relaxed and at ease; including your husband. He was laughing and joking with everyone; not that he wasn't normally like this, he was just a bit more carefree at the moment.
As the night went on, all the couples seemed to break off; you and Tyler included. The two of you were just strolling along the beach in the moonlight, enjoying each other's company. "You know babe, we haven't really talked about what we're going to the name the baby."
Tyler was right. While you were prepared for the little one's arrival in almost every other way, you hadn't even begun to talk about names. "So what are you thinking?"
You were headed back to the villa, now just sort of taking your time on the way back. "Hmmm. I like the name Chloe for a girl."
"Eh, I don't really feel that. What about Madison?"
He scrunched up his nose in distaste. "Nope, I dated a Madison once and she was crazy."
"Oh, well if we go by all the women you've dated, we'll never have a girl's name."
His hand that was entwined with yours, tugged you closer to him. "Shut up, I haven't really dated that many women." His lips kissed yours before you could make another smart remark. "Ok, what about boy names then?"
"How about Braydon?" You'd come across the name in one of your baby books and liked the fact of nicknaming them Bray.
"It's not bad. I was honestly thinking of something to go with my Greek background, like Adonis."
You couldn't help it, you burst out laughing. "We are not naming our child Adonis."
"What, Adonis Seguin has a nice ring to it." Even Tyler was laughing when he said the name out loud.
"I like the idea of the Greek origin though. I've always loved Liam, is that Greek?" You hadn't really thought about having either of your ethnicity in the name, but obviously, Tyler had.
"I think that's Irish babe."
"Well, I'm going to have to look up some Greek names that's for sure. What about Layla?"
"Oh no, I mean first off, there's the song and no one is going to be getting down on their knees for my baby girl. Plus I can just hear some guy when she's like eighteen asking if she was a good lay."
"Oh my god, Ty stop! Your imagination is running wild hun." He was really going too far with that one. "I feel like you're speaking from experience on that one." The two of you had finally made it back to the villa and made your way to the lounge outside your bedroom. Tyler sat down, taking you with him so that you were sitting between his legs and leaning on his chest. "Coming up with a name is a lot harder than I thought it was going to be."
"I know. We are going to have to put some serious thought into this." He was rubbing the baby as you laid back and looked at the stars.
"I've always liked how your middle name is your dad's."
"So you want the baby's middle name to be Paul if it's a boy?"
You looked back at your husband. "No silly, I want it to be Tyler. That is unless you want a Tyler Paul Seguin the second?"
"Nah. If we have a boy, I want them to have their own name, especially if he decides to play hockey." Tyler had really thought a lot about naming your child. You weren't sure why that surprised you but it did. From day one he'd made everything about you and the baby his number one priority, so this was no different.
"Well, at least I don't have to worry about calling you big Ty and little Ty."
"Little Ty already got us into this. Though I will add he's not so little."
"Oh my god, you are too much." He was gathering up your dress, hiking it up to your hips.
"Sounds like someone needs a demonstration to prove Lil Ty's size." His lips pressed to the hollow of your neck, a spot that always drove you wild; while his hands slid up your inner thighs.
"Ty, we're literally outside, in plain view."
"So…no one will see. The beach is private, and I doubt any of our friends are going to be stopping over." The heel of his hand pressed down on your clit and you arched back against his chest as a moan fell from your lips. "You can leave the dress on if it makes you feel better." His fingers pushed your panties aside so that they could slip between your folds. "Have you been this wet all day, just waiting until we can be alone like this?"
You hated that he was right. All the photos the two of you had taken, had your mind thinking about when Tyler would touch you just like he was now. You moaned out a yes, as he continued to wiggle his fingers inside of you. His teeth caught your earlobe and he nibbled on it, causing you to shiver in his arms even though the air was still warm. "Turn around and straddle me, babe." He lifted you then, to help you stand. Right as you went to climb back on him, Tyler stopped you. "Panties off babe." He'd had you so hot and bothered, you didn't even register that they were still on. While you stripped off your panties, he undid the fly of his khakis and shoved them halfway down his legs.
As soon as you were divested of everything that covered the bottom half of your body, you gathered your dress and straddled your husband; sinking down on him as his cock filled you up. His hands were on your hips as you adjusted to him inside you. "Fuck baby, you are so beautiful." Leaning down you pressed your lips to his, as you started to ride him; moving up and down slowly. Your hair fanned around your face, concealing you both from everything outside, and part of you wondered what kind of picture the two of you made in that particular moment.
His hips thrust up into you and had his mouth not been on yours, you would've screamed out loud. You ground your hips down on him, creating a friction between your bodies that set your body alive. His mouth broke from yours, "Fuck baby, do that again." This time as you did, he held your hips down and pistoned his cock into you. Within minutes you felt your orgasm start to build. "That's it babe, cum for me." The combination of his words and cock thrusting into you sent you over the edge, and you tossed your head back as your orgasm hit, just like the waves crashing on the shore. With a few last pumps into you, Tyler followed you, as you felt his hot cum squirt inside you.
Your baby bump kept you from collapsing as much as you wanted to on Tyler, and he must have realized that, as he rolled onto his side, taking you with him. The two of you just lay there getting your breathing out of control. Tyler stroked your back, as you lazily drew on his chest. "I love you so much." You softly whispered to him.
"Not as much as I love you." It was almost surreal, the two of you laying there under the stars. If someone had asked you a year ago where you'd be at; you would've never said married to Tyler with a baby on the way. Yet here the two of you were happier than you ever been. How long you stayed like that, you didn't know. It wasn't until a breeze blew off the water and you shivered in Tyler's arms, that he scooped you up off the lounge and carried you inside to bed. He peeled the dress off your body, then stripped himself naked before crawling into bed with you.
The following days were spent relaxing on the beach. The boys would play spikeball from time to time. Everyone even joined in a game of beach volleyball, well everyone except you, as you ended up being all-time scorekeeper and referee. There was a lot of lounging by the pool, with mixed drinks in hand, non-alcoholic for you of course; and dinners were always a big event full of great food and lively conversation. Most nights, you and Tyler would take walks on the beach that always resulted in you making love either outdoors or back at the villa. All in all, it was the best babymoon/honeymoon you could ask for. You were all sad to leave but looked forward to when you could all be together over the summer.
The plane ride home was no different than the one you took down. Tyler making you walk every so often to make sure you kept your circulation going. The following day, you had a checkup with your ob/gyn who assured you everything looked great and that the trip had, had no ill effects on your pregnancy. Which was a huge relief to both you and Tyler.
The two of you fell back into your normal routine, him going to practices, while you took care of things at the house. You had about four days before Tyler's birthday, and you planned a small surprise party for him at the house. His parents and sisters were able to fly in for the occasion and after an intimate dinner with family and a few friends, everyone headed back to your house where you surprised Tyler. "Babe, when did you do all this?"
"I had some time on my hands." You said with a coy little wink. "Now go enjoy your party." He kissed you quickly before he got taken away by some of his teammates wishing him a happy birthday and plying him with drinks. When you'd first told him you'd been pregnant he'd totally stayed away from alcohol since you couldn't drink and he'd only drank very few times since then. Tonight was one of those nights, and as you watched a couple people hand him shots, you knew it was going to be a long night.
About an hour into the party, you lit the candles on the cake you had bought and carried it over to your husband. The entire place sang Happy Birthday, the smile on Tyler's face growing wider as the song ended. "Happy Birthday hun. Make a wish."
"I already have everything I could ever want." He said it loud enough that the entire place could hear it and you caught yourself grinning from ear to ear. Once he blew out the candles, his mom took the cake from you so that it could be cut for the party; while Tyler grabbed you around the waist. His breath smelled of alcohol and you chuckled as it tickled your ear. "Thank you for this. You're the best wife in the world." His words were a bit slurred as he pressed sloppy kisses to your neck.
"Did you just call (Y/N) your wife?" Of course, Cassidy was in earshot and would've heard him call you that. Your mind went blank for a minute, and you could tell Tyler had no clue what to say in his inebriated state.
Thankfully, your brain started to process things and you found yourself saying. "It's silly really, especially since we're not married yet. I think he's practicing so I don't give him hell in the future." She seemed to accept your answer as she headed into the kitchen to help with the cake. Twisting in Tyler's arm, you smacked him playfully before chiding him. "You've got to stop calling me that, or your family is going to find out."
"I'm sorry," He breathed out. "I'm just so used to it just being us. I'll be more careful." He kissed you then and you could taste the alcohol on his lips.
"Babe, you might want to slow down a bit." You warned. "You have a game tomorrow, remember?"
He nodded his agreement. "I know babe. People keep handing me drinks."
"Well just go a little slower." You kissed him again, before wiggling out of his arms. He frowned at you. "I'm going to go help your mom in the kitchen."
He grabbed your waist and pulled you back to him. "Babe, she can handle it. Come and just enjoy the party with me. I haven't got to be with you all night." The pouty look on his face, had you giving in to him.
"Ok, but can we at least have a piece of cake?"
"If my baby needs cake, then that's what we will get." He kept you locked in his embrace as the two of you waddled over to the island where his mom had set out plates of dessert. You grabbed one off the counter and took a forkful getting ready to bring it to your mouth, when Tyler snuck in, taking the bite from you. "What..it's my birthday." He mumbled through his mouthful of cake.
"And I'm your pregnant w…." You caught yourself, right as his mom came over. Quickly you shoved a piece of cake in your mouth.
"You two look like you're up to no good."
"Nah we did that months ago mom, that's how she got this way." Oh my god had Tyler really just said that; your husband really had no filter when he drank, even with his mother.
"Sorry Jackie, he's drinking way too much for someone who hasn't drunk in a few months."
"Oh please (Y/N), that's not the worst he's ever said, that's for sure. How are you feeling sweetie? You've done so much for this party; you need to sit down and prop up your feet."
"Awe that's so sweet, but I'm fine."
"Though I'm dragging her away now so that she can spend time with me," Tyler interjected, as he continued to keep his arms wrapped around you, but pulled you away at the same time.
"Tyler!" you chided him.
"Babe, it's my birthday." He whined.
With an eyeroll, you told him, "You've used that excuse already, but I guess I'll let it slide." You gave him a quick little peck on the cheek. "So where exactly are you taking me in this house full of people?" He opened the french doors and slid you both outside.
The chill in the air caused you to shiver, and Tyler wrapped his arms tighter around you. "I got you, babe."
"Ty, it's freezing, what are we doing out here?"
"I just needed a quiet place so I could tell you thank you for the party, but more importantly, I love you." He twisted your body so you were facing him then, peppering you with kisses.
"Ty, the party?"
"Can wait for a few minutes." He captured your lips, molding his mouth to yours, and for several minutes you forgot that your house was full of people. When he finally broke from you, you both were breathing heavily. "I plan on thanking you properly once all these people leave. I love you (Y/N), thanks for making all my dreams come true."
"I love you too, Ty."
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The moon's just at the perfect spot in the sky, glorious white light bathing everything around. Distant street lamps do little to receive my attention.
// Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Birds singing in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me//
I notice my playlist playing tunes of yearning and love, completely forgetting the ball I have to attend in an hour. I slide into the electric blue off-shoulder gown laced with flowers, wear white gloves and sapphire rings. Lifting the feathery lace hat adorned with poppies and lillies, I stroll out the bustling street lined by lush green trees which is shifting colours in moonlight and the lamps of hurrying carriages, turning the entire view into an ombré fantasy scene.
The castle is just a few steps away, I walk humming something.
//So this is love mhm mhm//
I see the magnificent shape and twinkling lights of the biggest castle there is.
In the ballroom, the dazzling light of multiple chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and of the hundreds of lamps lit in every direction is blinding. Numerous lights decorating every inch of the castle outside is nothing compared to the room I'm standing in. Had it missed something, the sparkling dresses of women, one or two precious gems in their lockets or bracelets, cuffs and highly polished buttons of men, all made up for it.
There's a song playing that I hardly recognise.
//Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker
Wherever you're goin', I'm goin' your way
Two drifters, off to see the world
There's such a lot of world to see.//
Few pretty women accept the offers of the beaus to dance along to the tunes of a melody only my heart remembers. Others with blood red cheeks approach the men who are blushing twice as much. As the couples sway in each other's arms, maintaining a healthy and unwilling distance, the song ends.
//We're after the same rainbow's end, waitin' 'round the bend
My huckleberry friend, moon river, and me//
They disperse cheating glances at each other, giggling to themselves and smiling furiously. Women bound in tight corsets and flowy skirts reach out to hold the wine glass with the utmost delicacy. Men standing in and around corners, sipping lightly and searching for their love in the crowd.
My eyes have adjusted to the radiance in the room, I look aimlessly surveying those around, beaming and nodding gently to those who come my way, politely dodging the offers trying to wait for somebody I don't even know.
The song starts. And I see a new sparkle in the mass. Those eyes...smaller than the sapphire in my ring twinkle from the opposite end of the room.
// When marimba rhythms start to play
Dance with me, make me sway//
The tension and pull is gravitational, I try to convince myself so. I gulp down my drink and reach out for another when a hand reaches tenderly, almost distant voice saying, "May I?"
My heart goes swoop, swing, bang, flush!
"Holy squirrels!", I stare at him wide- eyed, turning redder than the colour of his lips, the blood in my nerves dancing to beats and rhythms of his aura.
//Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more//
The angelic voice repeats, " May I?"
I come out of my episode of random raptures, totally embarrassed, blinking like a cuckoo head, not realising my neck turning at an angle looking in his eyes, furrowing my brows...
" Oh! I'm very sorry, Miss. I didn't know you're waiting for somebody else"
What to appreciate more, the voice that's singing all sorts of music to me or the face that's the most beautiful and bright thing I've seen tonight...in my entire life?
" I am not waiting for anyone. It would be a pleasure to dance with you.", I say aloud keeping, "if I could just stop gawking at you like this", to myself.
//Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease//
My gloved hand touches his, the warmth is immediately reaching my nerves making me go weak in my knees. Tango. That's the dance I want to do...the most sensual dance to the most inviting song with the most desirable man. But we settle for Waltz -
//When we dance you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me//
His mouth opened as if to say something but just smiled and touched the curve of my back softly,
// Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you//
We lock eyes and talk about the universe without words. We share the lives that we've lived million years ago and the future of the nights to come.
He winks, I frown at the suddenness of the action.
He leans in close mumbling, " Forgive me for presuming but I am quite sure you're thinking too much about me". The blush returned when it never left.
//Only you have that magic technique
When we sway I go weak//
He chuckles and embraces me a little too close, " I only said that because I doubted if I were the only one doing that. I wanted the confirmation that we share mutual likeness of each other"
"Well, do we?"
" I would dare myself to affirm that"
I bite my lip and look away to stop myself from giving away Everything by smiling at him in this moment.
//I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins//
Is the song playing just for us? Can others hear it too? Is the song describing their situations as well?
//Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now
When marimba rhythms start to play
Dance with me, make me sway//
He twirls me around with uncontrollable force and pulls me close too quickly. His heart beating like a drum, resonating with mine, as I lift my chin off his chest.
//Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore//
" Hold me close, sway me more", I say in faint voice inaudible to my own ears.
The twinkle in eyes turns new all of sudden, he heard me despite the deafening resounds of our hearts.
We dance indifferent to other presence in the room, the concept of time dissolves, a man nudges my shoulder breaking the moment for us. " Would you mind if I steal your lady for a dance?" The man asks him.
//Stay with me, sway with me//
He lets go off me. Is it too soon to say something...to commit? Maybe it is. I let questions fog my head. The last line I hear before leaving the ballroom goes :
// When I think of home, I see your face.
I know I have to wait
So close, yet so far//
The moon's about to set but it's still dark.
I swayed with a man so handsome, my cheeks burn still. Illuminating white gem now turned yellow, the tips of the nearby trees look golden.
Was it real? Or a playful evil reverie?
My playlist is alive even when my senses are unconscious from the exhausting efforts of trying to tell truth and dream apart.
//Everybody loves somebody sometime
And though my dreams were overdue
Your love made it all worth waiting
For someone like you//
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Twisted Wonderland// Yandere! Heartslabyul//
Again, had lots of help from my lovely discord group. Please bear in mind that this post may be edited once the game is released.
Riddle Roseheart
Riddle is a very sadistic yandere with certain possessive qualities. He wants you at his beck and call, to please him in every way he that he desires. In Riddle's disturbed standpoint you are a pretty little rose, all alone and wilting in the big bad world. You need someone to protect you and care for you, who better than him?
The redhead has an untamable fixation with seeing you in pain. Round amaranth love bites littering your neck. Purple rings with yellow blotches scattered over your wrists and thighs. Seeing the hope shattering in agonizing pain in your exquisite glistening eyes, is nothing less than pure bliss for him.
"Do not anger me (Y/N)..."
Riddle will let go off on your own from time to time. He doesn't care where you go or who you go with. He knows that he's marked you well, surly nobody would dare and attempt to steal Night Raven's self-proclaimed "Queen of Heart's" darling? Further so would anyone be so utterly foolish as to even interact with his love? No one would ever interact with you, sunning you and isolating you.
At the end of the day no matter where you go, you'll have no choice but to return to the only person that acknowledges your existence. Sure Riddle is a cruel lover... but he's all you have.
Time won't change how rough Riddle is, yet he somehow learns to show his affection in other manners as well. Kissing you more slowly, passionately, lovingly even. He'll dress you each morning in lavish dresses finer than those of true royalty. Always in shades of royal red, white and black. Gold necklaces hang from your slender neck, aureate bracelets hug your scarred wrists. Practically everything is in heart patterns. non-broken, unlike your own.
"...Or it's OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!"
This is love, it's the only way Riddle know to show his unwavering affection for you. At first, you may not appreciate him, call him a monster, cold-hearted. But soon, very soon you shall cherish me as he does you.
Ace Trappola
Ace is an extremely obsessive yandere with some delusional tendencies sprinkled on top. He'll constantly follow you around, without your knowledge. Stalk you where ever you go. No, no stalking is such an ugly word for it, Ace is simply making sure no trouble will befall onto you.
He'll go to certain extream measures to learn all there is to know about you. Breaking into your room while you sleep, looking through your notebooks and journals. Lord forbid he ever find your diary or you'll never get it back.
Soon Ace will randomly pop up where ever you are, he'll start up conversations as if your long lost buddies, never noticing the frightened look in your eyes when he let's too much information slip. How on earth does he know these things? You've never recounted them to anybody.
"Oh (Y/N)..."
One vile night, It becomes deathly apparent how he's obtained such personal details about your life.
You wake to a chill running loose in your room, the window is wide open. You'd closed it before going to bed hadn't you? Reluctantly leaving the warmth of your bed, you marched up to the nuisance slamming it shut. "You're being a little hash there, darling, don't you think?"
You turn around shaking, petrified, who had broken into your room? Where they a robber, a rapist, a murderer. The voice let out a soft chuckle. "What's the matter Cheshire cat got your tongue?"
it was meant to be a simple joke, something to ease the morbid situation.
"Wh-who's there," you ask, hands grabbing your forearms, nails digging into your tender flesh. "Don't be so scared, it's just me." The stranger approached moonlight hitting his face, to reveal ahead of messy marmalade hair, vivid red eyes and a blood-red heart plastered over his left eye. "Ace..?" his name is nothing more than a breathless whimper. Your back hits the icy cold window, trapped you think to yourself, locked away with this psycho. Ace simply approached trapping you in between himself and the glass. His nose bumped against the skin of your neck, inhaling your musty scent.
His tongue ran a long strip over the sensitive patch of skin, mouth soon following in sloppy kisses and painful love bites. "Ace stop..please!" would begging get to him? make him see how uncomfortable and violated you where? It didn't, that was the first night Ace took you, leaving you shaking and whimpering. His seed covering your stomach as you laid there and cried. There were many more night like this, each ending in the oranged haired boys pleasure and your agony.
" I love you so much!"
Deuce Spade
Deuce is the sneaky kind of yandere. The boy who seems perfect, everything you could have ever dreamed of. He was sweet and caring always putting your desires in front of his own. Almost like a gift sent directly from heaven...you couldn't have been more wrong.
Deuce will give you the illusion of a "normal boyfriend." A perfect boyfriend even. However, the truth of the matter is, he's gaining your trust and devotion, attempting to rearrange your life to solely rely on him. He'll provide you with every little thing that you need. Showering you with lavish gifts.
He'll spoil you until you have devoted your life completely to him. When he finally has you, his loving darling in his grasp, his true nature will soon show.
"You belong to me.."
Deuce refuses to let you out of his sight. You can't leave the dorm without him. It's for your safety he'll reassure you relentlessly. You do desperately try to believe him, surely he must be aware of some form of danger lurking within the school corridors?
As time goes on do become wholly dependent on the blue-haired boy. You come to fear the outside world and all it's hidden "dangers". Never doing anything without Deuce being present. To him, this is exactly as it should be you are his utterly and completely.
"Your mind, your body, your soul it's all mine."
Trey Clover
Trey is a possessive obsessive mix. He doesn't like being parted from you. He constantly wants your attention. When your attention shifts for even a split second, Trey can become somewhat aggressive. You're his, why where you looking at someone else?
Trey has two affective methods of punishment; humiliation and pain.
Standard humiliation consists of handcuffing you and making you walk around with him. Showing all who shall see you, how vulnerable and defenseless you truly are.
As for pain goes, Trey has nothing against physical torment. He might tie you up and carve images into your tender flesh. Or he might just toss you over his knee and give you a good spanking.
"Everything will be alright (y/n)..."
Much like Riddle, Trey will choose every outfit you were, every meal you eat and any place you go to.
Your outfit is always elaborate, yet display every wound Trey has ever marked you with. Tall elegant heals, flowy princess-like dresses, charming jewels and hair always done like that of a doll's.
Your meals are meant to keep you healthy and in shape - despite what minimal exercise you get- Trey tries to keep you in good health, just so there won't be any need to visit some pesky doctor. One who'll ask too many questions and won't be satisfied with the answers their given.
The greened haired man mostly tries to keep you indoors away from others who might distract you. When you are permitted to go outside, Trey normally tries to take you to places where only his friends and their darlings are kept. They understand him, they know what it feels like to love someone as much as he does.
"...I'm here now, I'm all that you need."
Additionally, Trey is very dominant in bed. He enjoys the sight of you begged and wiggling under him. However, if you have certain kinks or want to try something new, he'll gladly accept.
Cater Diamond
Cater is a difficult yandere, he fully believes that the two of you are thoroughly in love. This he uses as an excuse to keep you locked up. Yet in the rare occasions when you are permitted to leave the house. Cater will be on the lookout for anyone giving you unwanted attention.
He's extremely temperamental and will not hesitate to get into physical fights over someone staring at you. When these "events" occur, he'll go back to locking you in his dorm. It's a vicious cycle controlled by an emotionally unstable psycho.
"You love me..."
One night you accidentally walked in on him tormenting some guy who had smiled at you whilst you two took a stroll in the park. Cater held a red-stained knife to the man's jugular. He pushed the glistening alloy to steal deeper and deeper. Blood oozed out of the would dripping down onto his clothes.
An ear-piercing noise filled the quiet night. It's that poor man you thought as cold wet tears tumbled from your wide eyes. Yet when you looked closer the man's mouth was closed head dangling to the side in an unnatural position.
Your capture's head slowly turned in your direction, cruel smile being panted over by a shocked expression. "(Y/N)?" he muttered confused. How had he known you were standing there? Was it you who had screamed? It must have been...
"Whoops, doll you weren't supposed to know about this."
He seemed so casual about it, speaking of murder as simply as tea time chitchat. He didn't regret what he'd done, had he? No, he only regretted you catching him in the act.
"It's too late to be up (Y/N), let's go back to bed."
Stepping closer he tried to gently grab your limp hand. The second the warm liquid coating his palms came into contact with your flesh. You jerked your hand away, clutching it tightly to your chest. You felt violated and dirty, was there any of that vile substance on your hand? The mere thought made you shutter.
The orange-haired man didn't take that well. He gripped your shoulders, stubby nails digging into you skink through the light material of your sleepwear. He started shaking you like a snow globe. You shut your eyes, dizziness, and nausea creeping there way into your head and stomach. When he finally stopped you felt numb, if his hands were to leave their positions you'd surely fall onto the cold hard ground. "Let's go back to bed, we can erm talk in the morning okay?" You nod through the skull shattering pain in your head as you allow yourself to be carried back to his bedroom and laid on the plush mattress. You didn't want to talk about it tomorrow, you didn't want to wake up tomorrow at all, you simply wanted this hellish nightmare to end.
"....Right (Y/N)?"
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Addicted (Part 3)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 4576
Warnings: smut, fluff
Summary: Hearts break under the weight of buried feelings, longing for the chance at repair no matter the consequence.
A/N: This is my submission for @youngmoneymilla Eliza’s 5K Challenge. My prompt was “Quit You” by Lost Kings. Thank you as always to Sam 💕 @buckyofthemyscira for beta reading! gif not mine
PART 2 | ADDICTED MASTERLIST
Y/N stands below the steps that lead to the dark and heavy doors of Bucky’s apartment building. She steadies her breath, calming the nerves that raced through her body like they’re trying to set a marathon record.
It’s the feeling she gets whenever Bucky texts her, excitement and anguish mixed together like a cocktail, each emotion fighting to be the primary flavor. When they’re together it’s sugary sweet but ultimately when she leaves she feels the full burn of heartbreak. But today is different.
The sconces beside the door glow like faint lanterns but their presence isn’t quite needed, not yet. The sky has just begun to lose its rich pigment, cornflower blue fading away into the horizon blocked by other buildings reaching for the skies. It was early. The earliest she had ever been to Bucky’s apartment.
Moonlight was their calling, the thick cover of night masking her as nothing more than a shadow. Y/N’s stomach churns with unease, discomfort of the complete unknown as to why he would text her before the sun went down.
Bucky didn’t contact her after she left that day, the day she had a date with Steve Rogers. Y/N hates that it was him who asked her out. Of all the people that lived in New York City, Bucky Barnes’ best friend had to ask her.
It was a lie really, plenty of people ask her out all the time but she rejected them all, not bothering to give anyone a chance because her heart belonged to someone that didn’t want it.
The familiar buzz of the door unlocking lets her inside, her heels clack against the stairs, echoing throughout the hallway with every slow step she takes. Y/N doesn’t know what to expect and that fills her with dread but by the time she reaches the top of the stairs her panic dissolves at the sight before her eyes.
Bucky is waiting for her, not hiding behind the sliver of his door frame but in front of it, out in the open, putting himself out there for any nosey neighbor to see. Y/N greeted him with a barely there whisper. Seeing Bucky always takes her breath away but to see him outside of his apartment after all this time was strange. It gave her false hope at a chance of normalcy with him, something she knows they’ll never have.
From the moment Bucky knew Y/N was on her way over his body buzzed with ache and excitement. It had been too long since they saw each other. He craved her, spending sleepless nights tossing and turning in the bed that’s painted with her impression. His skin was tingling with the memory of her touch; his mind was burning, making his whole body tremble in anguish without her.
It was a risky chance, to text her in the hope she would reply. Bucky worried she had moved on from him and even though he wanted her to he couldn’t deny the selfish part of himself that prayed to any deity that was listening to bring her back to him.
His head tilts with a boyish grin as she walks towards him, dressed in a flowy white blouse and slim pants. An oversized cardigan stops at the apex of her thighs but his eyes are drawn to the leopard print of her heels and Bucky fights the urge to pounce on her like a wild animal.
Y/N’s lips pulled into a soft smile as her eyes met his and Bucky’s heart skipped a beat; she’s ethereal, beautiful beyond comprehension. Like a star fallen to earth, she outshines the galaxy.
Bucky’s hand extends towards her as he invites her inside and when she takes it he lets out a sigh of relief, his body relaxing immediately from her touch alone. He’s not the only one who’s affected. With her hand in Bucky’s again Y/N felt like she was returning to a place she was always meant to be. Bucky was home and she never wants to leave him again.
There’s a beat of awkward silence as they stand in his apartment. Her hand is still in his, covered like a blanket in his warmth. Neither of them know what to say but both of them are speeding through conversations they’ve had in their own heads.
Bucky wants to apologize for being an idiot, to tell Y/N she deserves to be treated like the goddess she is and even though he isn’t worthy of her he would give anything if she would give him the chance to be the man she deserves.
But he can’t say that, not all of it, not yet, so he starts out small.
Clearing his throat, Bucky swallows his nerves as he takes a chance at mending things between them. “Thank you for coming over.” He paused, scratching at his temple as he worked up the courage to continue. “I was thinking... we could do something different.”
Y/N chewed her lip, curious at Bucky’s words. Everything about today was different already, she wondered what he had in mind.
“Let’s go out for dinner.”
Her stomach lurched. The universe was a cruel place. A week ago she would have jumped at the chance to go anywhere outside Bucky’s apartment with him, but now? She can’t. Bucky is as much of a high profile figure as Steve is so there’s a chance the two of them together would get on Steve’s radar. She hadn’t mentioned Bucky to Steve at all so there would be no way she could play things off as if they had stayed friends after she found him the apartment.
“No,” she said, trying to hide the quiver in her voice.
Bucky dropped her hand from his, rebuilding the wall around his heart faster than Tony’s nano tech. His jaw clenched and he scolded himself for thinking there was ever the possibility of something more between them. He’s just as much of a secret as she was, good enough to fuck but nothing more.
“Let’s stay in. Maybe we could make something together,” she offered. Bucky’s lack of a response worried her. “Or we could order in?” she added, but it was too late.
If fucking was all Bucky was good for then he was going to make sure she got her fill. Darkness flooded the blue of his eyes, his body tensed as he stared at Y/N up and down. “I’ve got all I want right here.”
His hands roughly cupped her cheeks, and Y/N gasped as Bucky pulled her towards him. It was thunder and lightning, electricity of the storm between them coming to a head. Whatever Y/N felt before coming here has washed away with the rain, she gave herself completely to Bucky like she always would.
His lips were on hers with ardent intensity, claiming her mouth with his own. Her tongue found its way to his, lighting the fire inside that burned throughout her whole body. She kissed him until she needed air and even then Y/N pushed her lungs to their limit. Nothing else mattered but the two of them together.
Bucky spun Y/N around so her back was against him, his hands swept up over her sleeves until he reached her collar, sucking wet kisses onto her neck that made her shiver as he pulled off her cardigan.
She rubbed her ass against Bucky’s prominent hardness, lifting an arm up behind her to stroke the top of his head as he sucked bruises into her neck. Cool metal digits slipped under her shirt, grazing along her stomach before his other hand joined to pull her blouse off.
Y/N’s skin was warm, simmering with desire as Bucky continued his assault on her skin, feeling the vibrations of her moans as he soothed over nips and bites with swirls of his tongue. His hands ran up her sides, brushing against her bra– petal pink and delicate in that feminine way Y/N can play up when she wants to.
Though now she’s all vixen, circling her hips as she seeks out the stiff tent in his pants. Bucky isn’t giving her any relief yet, no, he plans on drawing out her pleasure as slow and torturously as he possibly could.
He undid the button of her pants, slipping his hands beneath to fabric to grab a handful of her ass before sliding the material down to her knees. Y/N shimmied her legs until the fabric fell to her feet, beginning to step out of her heels to get her pants off easier.
“Don’t,” he ordered. “I want them on.”
Her pussy clenched at his commanding tone, rubbing her thighs together to soothe the ache of her core that was desperate for him.
Bucky’s hands went around her waist, goosebumps prickling her skin as he gently skimmed up her torso. Roughly cupping her breasts through her bra, he felt the hardness of her nipples poking through the material.
Y/N licked her lips, throwing her head back as he pulled down the cups of her bra, pinching her pebbled buds as she let out a sinful moan. The sound of her crying out made Bucky want to rip off the lace covering her pussy, another teasing pink that tempted him to take her right there, spread her legs apart and sheath himself inside. His cock twitched again at the thought of her velvet walls surrounding him.
Bucky distracted himself, leaving his metal hand to tweak her nipples while the other wrapped around the column of her throat. Forcing her head to face him, he crashed his lips to hers, devouring her in a feverish kiss of frenzied tongues and clashing teeth. He swallowed her moans, feeling her writhe against him.
He pulled away leaving her panting, breathless and wanting more. His hand left her throat and his finger traced along Y/N’s bottom lip, dragging slowly across her aching mouth before he slipped it inside. Her tongue swirled along his finger, sucking it into her mouth displaying the skills his dick can’t get enough of. A second finger slips in and he makes sure she gets them both nice and wet before pulling them out.
Bucky stares deeply into her eyes, his gaze burning through her, distracting Y/N enough until she feels his fingers slip under her panties, crying out as they rub her throbbing clit. She gasped at the sensation, thankful his arm is around her waist because her legs were sure to give out.
His fingers sink lower to gather her juices, gently teasing her lips as his thumb rubs circles on her clit. Her chest is heaving as she pants, higher and higher she goes, ready to reach her peak. And Bucky knows he should bring her there, let her tumble down in ecstasy in his arms but he won’t, not yet at least.
He pulls his sticky fingers away just before she comes, and Y/N whimpers as she catches her breath. Bucky sucks his fingers, licking her juices until his fingers are clean, smirking as she stares at him in shock.
She scoffed, “Bucky, what the fuck?”
He spins her around to face him, pinning her hands behind her back. A devilish grin spreads across his face as he purrs, “You’ll come when I say you can.”
She shivers at the timbre of his voice, her pussy clenching around nothing, fueling her desire to have him fuck her into oblivion.
Bucky’s hand takes hers as he pulled her towards the couch, patting the cushion for her to sit next to him. He’s as hard as a rock, straining uncomfortably against his jeans. His eyes speak a wordless command as he looks to her, lifting his gaze from the situation in his pants.
Y/N knows what he wants and she’ll give it to him, even though Bucky hasn’t been as generous tonight. She won’t tease him though, she can’t, because if she’s honest with herself she’s been craving to have him stretch her mouth wide.
She rubs him through the material and Bucky’s sucks in a breath. Her hands make quick work to undo the button and pull down his zipper. He helps by lifting his hips as she pulls down his boxers and jeans past his knees, exposing his cock– stiff and angry red, veins pulsing and aching for her.
Her tongue licks the seam of her lips as she leans over Bucky, inhaling his intoxicating musk as she wraps her lips around him. Up and down she swirls along him, bringing him deeper into her mouth. He grabs her hair, holding it back as he rocks his hips. Y/N hums around him, taking him deep until his tip hits the back of her throat.
“Aghhh fuck, s-so good,” Bucky moaned.
She stays there, ignoring the tears in her eyes as she chokes on him because fuck– it feels just as good for her. She’s soaked between her legs, clenching them together because hearing the moans spill from his lips makes her gush.
Bucky lets go of her hair and she releases his cock, gasping for breath.
Her reprieve is brief as she leans over a little further, licking at his balls. Bucky bites his lips as she sucks them into her mouth. Fuck, she’s incredible. She is a goddess and her mouth is heaven. He wants to keep teasing her but he can’t, not when she’s so good to him.
His hands find the clasp of her bra, undoing it and pulling it off her. As she takes him in his mouth again he grabs her breasts that rock along with the rhythm of her head bobbing up and down on his length.
Bucky reaches his hand back to squeeze her ass. His finger traces along the lace, up and down along the wet material of her covered folds. He pulls them down and slips two fingers inside of her, curling within her heat. Y/N fucks herself on his digits, moaning around him. Her jaw begins to ache but she doesn’t care, she continues to suck him off, one hand playing with his balls as the other shakes, barely able to hold her up.
She tenses, her orgasm building again, climbing a wall she can’t wait to fall down from. Bucky feels it too, the way her walls clench around his fingers. He could make her come right now, curl his fingers up to that spot that sets off fireworks behind her eyes but he doesn’t. His fingers pull out but before Y/N can voice her annoyance Bucky pulls her on top to straddle him.
Their lips are together again and Bucky can’t deny how hot it is to feel her swollen lips against his, plump from all the attention she’s given his cock. Y/N moves her hips against him as her tongue slips past his lips. She pulls at the hem of his shirt, pulling it off him, bringing her lips to the exposed scarring on his chest.
Y/N loves the parts of him that Bucky can’t stand. The first time she kissed his scars he held back tears and he should have told her how he felt in that moment. If he let it all go then they maybe they would be together– no secrets, no lies. But he lives in the safety of falsehood, where it’s still hard but far easier than telling the truth.
Her breasts press against his bare chest as she rubs his dick against her wetness before sinking down on top of him.
Inch by inch she feels every part of him inside of her, every ridge, every vein stretching her walls. She’s so beautiful like this, riding him in just her heels. Her breasts are bouncing and he can’t help but grab at them, leaning forward to take one into his mouth. His teeth graze at her nipple, gently biting and suckling at the beautiful bud.
She throws her head back in pleasure, circling her hips as she bounces on his cock. Moans spill from her lips as she slows her pace, her walls tightening around him.
“Mmmm, fuck… Bucky… I’m…”
But he lifts her off of him. Bucky denies her once more just to show her he can. She hates him, she hates that she loves him, that even if he’ll tease and torment her and never give her what she wants that she loves him still, down to the deepest part of her soul.
His metal hand reaches to cup Y/N’s face, it’s cool against her burning cheek and she presses against it, lifting her gaze to stare at him with those beautiful eyes he can’t stop dreaming about. Bucky brings his lips to hers, sweetly brushing against them. Their kiss is soft and slow as Y/N languidly grinds her hips on him again.
Bucky doesn’t give her the chance to continue her actions but he won’t deny her pleasure any longer. He hitches her legs around him as he stands up, walking towards the bedroom.
Gently she’s laid down on his bed, eagerly staring as his hands wrap around her legs. He spreads them apart, trailing kisses down her thigh, stopping before he reaches her center. Y/N whimpers with anticipation as he kisses down her other thigh, waiting for the sweet relief of his tongue. The sight of her glistening pussy has Bucky licking his lips, hungry for a taste of the feast she offers.
Bucky thinks about Y/N’s date, wondering if the poor sucker got anywhere with her. It’s not like it mattered anyway, she was here with him, spread out, wanton and waiting for him to claim what they both knew was his.
“Whose pussy is this?” he asked, as metal fingers burned cold running up and down against her hot lips.
“Yours,” Y/N said breathlessly and without hesitation.
Bucky smirked. He pushes aside the unknown competition; he owns this pussy and finally it was time to give her what she needs.
His tongue laps at her folds as she squirms against him, shaking as Y/N arches her back off the mattress as his tongue flicks at her clit. She moans, throaty and breathless, gripping the sheets for purchase as his lips wrap around her sensitive bud sending her straight over the cliffs of pleasure.
Every other word is a curse as she moans his name but truly it’s a blessing as he works miracles on her pussy. She comes again, ignoring the burn of his stubble against her thighs as he shakes his head against her. Y/N grips his hair when it’s too much, clutching at the strands but Bucky doesn’t let up. He licks her through her climax, a devilish gleam catching her gaze, loving as she chews on her lip, grabs her breasts and scrambles to hold onto anything.
He offers his hand, lacing his fingers with hers as his tongue probes her hole. His other hand mirrors their grip and Bucky let’s her fuck his face, her hips undulating as she ascends a countless time. He’s rutting into the sheets, loving the way she’s using him to get off. Y/N cries out, her body shaking after she comes again. Bucky lifts his head, his chin anointed by her juices.
She looks so beautiful, blissed out and trembling as Bucky moves up, tracing the curves of her body with his tongue, tasting the salt of her sweat glistened skin. His lips find hers and she moans softly against him.
His cock is painfully hard and aching to be inside her again but he waits, kissing her sweetly, along her jaw and down her neck. Y/N rocks her hips against him when she’s ready and Bucky flashes his gaze towards her, waiting to see the nod of confirmation and the tiny pull on the corner of her mouth into a soft smile.
Bucky coats himself in her juices, softly pushing in as Y/N gasps. Her nails dig into his muscular back as he stretches her sore pussy, slowing rocking into her. She’s tender and overly sensitive and each thrust borders on pain but she doesn’t care. His cock is a god her cunt was made to worship him.
Heavy breaths fall from her lips, a mix of cries and moans as her lips seek his, desperate for his kiss. He hitches her leg around him to reach deep inside her, the friction of his movements rubbing against her clit.
She’s beautiful when she comes, like an angel singing a song of the gods. Bucky presses his lips against hers, swallowing her moans for a taste of the melody.
His hips thrust in long, hard strokes as he buries himself inside of her.
“Come for me,” she begged him.
Pure devotion is in her eyes as she wraps her arms around him, pulling him close enough so she could run her tongue along the pulsing vein in his neck, laving at his skin.
He feels the rush of euphoric bliss, his eyes shut tight, his balls clench as Bucky grunts out a moan. His hips stutter as he releases himself, painting her walls with his seed.
Bucky stills himself to catch his breath, he’s heavy inside her as feels her velvet walls still pulsing around him. Y/N pushes back the hair from his face, sweetly pressing her lips against his. If he could stay like this forever he would. Inside her cave, in a den of pleasure locked away from the rest of the world.
The air is muggy, hot and filled with the musk of sex. He pulls out of her with a squelch, resting on his back as they lay beside each other in silence. It’s not entirely silent though; he hears the sound of Y/N’s heartbeat, rapidly thrumming against her chest and feels the trembles of her body on the mattress.
“C’mere,” he said, offering his open arms to her.
Y/N turned her head to face him with half sleepy eyes and a slow smile spreading across her beautiful face. She pushes on the mattress in an attempt to twist her body towards him but she can barely lift herself up. He’s fucked the strength from her.
She’s beyond spent so Bucky moves towards her, holding her close to him, letting her soak up his warmth. Wrapped together in his arms he presses a kiss to her warm forehead, content at synching his breath to hers.
Y/N’s throat is bone dry and it’s hard to swallow though she tries. She needs water, Bucky knows this even though he doesn’t want to let her go. With another soft press of his lips to hers he gets out of bed.
She misses him the moment he’s gone, even if it’s only for a few minutes. Y/N hears the sound of the refrigerator door opening, the bottles inside clacking together again as it shuts. Cabinets open and close, a faucet runs and soon she senses he’s back in the room.
“Sweetheart,” he whispered, and Y/N feels a dip on the mattress as he sits next to her.
Y/N picks her head up to see him opening a bottle of water for her. A shaky arm reaches out to take it from him, gulping the ice cold liquid down as if it was more necessary than air.
“May I?” he asked, holding up a washcloth. She nodded, hissing slightly as the cool material presses against the heat of her center. Bucky is gentle as he swipes the cloth along her sensitive flesh.
The towel is tossed to the floor and Y/N sits up beside him. Metal digits graze along her thigh and reflexively she swings her head towards Bucky, looking at him like his smile made the world go round.
From the other side of him Bucky shows her a chocolate bar, her favorite kind that he buys and keeps in his place in case she’s every craving it.
“I was thinking we could order pizza but until then…”
He tears open the wrapper, breaking off a piece of chocolate and holds it between his teeth. His fingers cup her neck while his thumb rests on her cheek as he guides her face towards his. Her parted mouth seeks more than chocolate as Bucky passes the piece along to her, sucking on her bottom lip. Y/N whimpers as his lips mold perfectly to hers, smiling as he pulls away, though he doesn’t go far.
Bucky’s forehead rests against hers as she chews on the half melted chocolate in her mouth. She takes the next piece between her teeth, passing it to him through a kiss that leaves them smiling against each other.
When she feels strong enough they head into the bathroom, cramped in the small shower stall that becomes even smaller together. Y/N stands in front of Bucky as he lathers her hair, blocking the water from getting in her eyes as he rinses it. He’s even more delicate with her body, washing her gently, pressing kisses along her soft skin because he can’t help it.
Wrapped in a towel as she dries off, Bucky places the order for pizza. It’s late but not unreasonably so considering she had arrived so early. He likes the thought of all this time spent with her, and if he could only tell her how he feels maybe there’s a chance for more of this.
Y/N walks out of the bedroom dressed in Bucky’s clothes, a large t-shirt and gym shorts that fall past her knees, looking adorable and sexier than he’s ever seen her in before. Bucky can’t help but to rush over to her, lifting her up in his arms and twirling around just to hear her laugh.
The room stops spinning but his heart is still doing flips in his chest and he kisses her; sweet pecks to her lips, her nose, across her cheeks and down her neck, anywhere he can until their lips meet again, slowly and sensual as his tongue slips past her lips to caress her own.
His kiss stokes the fire of the flame beneath her skin but it’s quickly interrupted by the buzzing doorbell. Bucky sets her down, stealing one more kiss before he tends to the delivery person.
On his couch they sit almost on top of each other with Y/N’s legs folded under her, with her knees knocking against Bucky’s thigh. He loves the contact, feeling her leaning closer to him.
The television is on to fill the silence of the background but Bucky doesn’t hear it. He ignores everything but Y/N and the way her eyes lit up as he opened the box, grabbing a slice and picking at the string of cheese connected to the other slice that she insists was part of the one she picked out.
Bucky smiles as Y/N lays back against the couch with her hand over her stomach after she’s happily stuffed herself. The empty box is tossed on the counter as he takes her hand, intertwining their fingers as they walk towards his bedroom.
Y/N fell asleep the moment her head hit the pillow, before she had gotten the chance to say goodnight to Bucky. He’s right beside her, holding her close as she dreams. A gentle hand moves her hair into place so he could watch the soft flutter of her eyes behind her lids. He hopes she’s dreaming of him.
When Bucky is certain Y/N is asleep, he presses as kiss on her forehead and whispers, “I love you.”
PART 4
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Would You, Could You, Say ‘I Do’?
here’s a fanfiction inspired by the wonderful artwork by @fluttytheflutt here! it’s wedding time! hope y’all enjoy!
In previous stages of his life, when Sam I-Am thought about his future, marriage was never part of it. He was a romantic, somewhat at least. Having never gotten to experience romance first hand he couldn’t really say for sure but he liked the idea. The notion that somewhere there was a person just for him who would vow to never leave him behind, to always stay by his side, was enticing to put it plainly. But he never thought it was an actuality. The thought had never crossed his mind that such a life could be for him.
His life was anything but consistent and marriage was the most steadfast constant of it all in addition to-as his elders always said-death and taxes. But he’d cheated death and he didn’t pay his taxes so that was already two down.
Everything was always moving; his jobs, his home, his identity. Never in his life was he one person for two long. It started to make him sick if he was. Every new persona was fun at first but in the back of his mind there was always the thought, the fear that if he stayed as one person too long he would find out a terrible truth: He didn’t like the person he had become.
So he jumped and switched from fake ID to fake ID, only staying for the fun part. Nothing more, nothing less.
And then there was Guy. His Guy. His wonderful, amazing, perfect Guy who could do so many amazing things and came up with the most incredible ideas. Suddenly, with Guy, he wasn’t scared of being the same person anymore. He didn’t have to fear who he would be because whoever he was, Guy was going to be there too.
For a while it was just a promise of words. Nothing binding or set in stone, just the knowledge that Guy would always be there for him, that he liked him just the way he was. Sam thought that would be enough. They didn’t need to take the next steps forward because why risk the unknown when life was so comfortable as it was?
Then came the night that Guy took him on a small hometown cold air balloon. And there among the clouds just barely scraping above the roofs of the houses below them, Guy got down on one knee.
The ring wasn’t terribly special; just a silver band with the tiniest emerald in the middle, the green hue sparkling in the moonlight like a cosmos seen from a far off telescope. What could Sam do but say yes?
Up there, away from the world with just the two of them, the words seemed so easy to say. Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes! They spilled from his mouth like the crack of a perfectly runny yolk and he never thought anything in the world could taste as good as green eggs and ham but then Guy kissed him as the fog of the night drifted by him and he knew that some things just existed beyond compare or dispersion.
Everything was easier up in the air. But all things had to come back down to earth eventually.
The dressing room he stood in was lit up like a mall during the holiday season. On their own Sam and Guy couldn’t afford much but as there luck would have it the rest of the Am-I family wanted to pitch in for the youngest golden child. The bruckles poured in from Mr. and Mrs. Am-I and Guy’s brothers and no expense had been spared on setting everything up for the two. The venue, the flowers, the food; all if it five star and perfect in every way.
And of course, above all else, the dress.
The long and wide floor to ceiling mirror in the dressing room reflected the fabric back perfectly. If one were to spare it only a glance, it could be said that the dress was simple. The cut was a flower bud covered boat neck, showing off the slight dip of his collar before fading into a near sheer sleeve design. Crystals were sewn into the fabric, making his arms sparkle under the lights. The dress itself had a ribboned waist that showed off his slight form before fanning out as the rest of the dress poofed around him. It wasn’t overly fluffy, but it was well fitted and flowy. Plenty of room to move while still looking elegant.
Was he elegant?
Staring in the mirror, Sam wasn’t so sure. Elegant was never a word he thought of when he considered himself in a physical sense. Short, slender, rounded; those were words that described him. But beautiful? Radiant? Elegant? All the things he was told someone to marry should be? He wasn’t quite sure.
“Sam? It’s almost time. Do you have the veil on?” Michellee’s voice echoed in the near empty room.
For such a large and grand dressing room, there really wasn’t anyone else needed to get him into the dress. The lingering con-artist in him thought of money and how easy a wedding scam could go off. But he quickly shook his head at the thought before he ran his hands over his face.
“Yeah I’m-I mean no, I haven’t put it on yet I was just...uh-”
“Nervous?” Michellee offered with a smirk.
Sam opened his mouth to object but then realized it was useless to do so. He was trying not to lie as much, to be more honest with himself.
“Maybe, just an itty-bitty-teeny-weeny-itsy-bitsy smidgen of a smidge. Like, half a smidge. No, strike that, one twenty-seventh of a smidge.”
Michellee laughed and suddenly Sam felt a little bit better about everything.
“It’s ok Sam. I remember my wedding day. Of course, I didn’t have rich in-laws to pay for everything-”
“Hey come on, it’s not like we asked for it!”
“-But it was still the most important day of my life. Well, up until I had E.B.”
Sam chuckled and smoothed out the fabric of his dress even though it didn’t need it. As he did so, Michellee picked up the veil from its resting place and put it on his head.
“How’d you know?” Sam asked.
“Know what?”
“How’d you know that it wasn’t one big mistake? How’d you know that everything wasn’t going to fall apart?”
There was hardly a moment of silence before Michelle gently turned him around to face her, away from the mirror, away from all of his doubts reflected back at him.
“I didn’t. That’s the fun part isn’t it? Not knowing but still wanting to see. Going for it and knowing no matter where you land you’d be holding someone else’s hand. Trying something new.”
“Trying something new.” He repeated.
A smile formed on his lips and he reached for her arm to loop his around.
“Alright. Alright, here you go I-Am. Off to try something new.”
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Guy’s Mother walked Sam down the aisle and the action only caused the slightest pang of sadness within him. But he was able to shake it off, kept his eyes forward and fixed on the altar.
The venue was a small park area just beside Guy’s home, everything rented out and decorated for an informal (but still, at the older Am-I’s insistence, fairly expensive) ceremony and party.
The second he saw Guy he knew that he was ridiculous for ever having any doubts. The knox was dressed in a charming bowtie and a deep blue wreath of flowers topped of his head. He looked so much younger without the hat, without the scowl marks. Instead smile lines had taken their place as his husband to be positively beamed at him.
Sam hadn’t even realized he was at the stand until Guy reached over to take his hand.
“You look amazing, Sam.”
“Yeah, well, one of had to do a booty tooch down the catwalk.”
Sam smiled as he saw Guy’s cheeks puff up as he choked back a laugh. He wanted Guy to make that face every day and soon, that goal was going to be closer to a reality.
The officiant nodded to Guy after the happy murmurs of the crowd died down to start.
“Sam I-Am, the first days after I met you, you took my briefcase, dragged me along on the craziest job in the entire world, nearly got me killed more times than I could count, and stole my wallet three times. Those were the best days of my life and every day since then has just kept getting better. You’re a weird little adult and I can’t find any room in the refrigerator for any of the groceries because all you keep in there is ham and eggs. The amount of luck you possess is almost infuriating and you are, by far, the biggest dope I’ve ever met. But...you’re my hope man and I always know that I have you in my corner. You gave me a reason to keep on trying and, Sam, every day...every day for the rest of our lives I want to keep trying new things with you. I think your luck really did rub off on me at some point, because otherwise I can’t imagine how I ended up so yipping lucky-sorry I know I’m not supposed to curse during these things but it’s true. So, if you’ll have me, I want to spend the rest of my life with you...um, the end? It’s-It’s been a while since I’ve been to a wedding I didn’t really think of a closer.”
There was a small chuckle that passed throughout the audience at Guy’s fumble and Sam could see in his eyes that he meant every word of his vows.
“Wow. You see, I had this whole spoken word musical number that I was gonna try to pull off in a dress but that just made me forget about ninety percent of it. So I guess I’ll just say that no one has ever really wanted me to stay the same person before. No one’s ever hung around long enough to decide if I was worth it. But you did. And that was the first time I thought that maybe I didn’t have to run away from myself anymore. I still don’t know who I want to be in this world, what kind of a difference I want to make, but I know I want to do it all with you. And, this is embarrassing, I don’t really have a closer either.”
Both men turned to the officiant with a questioning look, only to have the other shrug at them.
“I always thought weddings were supposed to be way longer and more boring,” Sam started, “But I think we’re good? Can say the Big Final Words and do the kissing thing now? I wanna skip to that part.”
Sam and Guy took out their rings and slipped them onto each other’s fingers with another nod of approval from the officiant.
“You’re absolutely ridiculous. I do.” Guy said.
“I do!”
And with that, Guy lifted him up bridal style and dipped him, a small nuzzle passing between them before they finally sealed it all together with a kiss.
The small crowd of friends and family cheered for the two as their grins became so wide that it seemed like their faces would crack.
Guy sat Sam down gently and before they began to walk into the crowd, he leaned over and chuckled.
“I was really excited to see you in your wedding attire. And as always, you didn’t disappoint.”
Sam giggled before standing on the tips of his toes and whispering something into Guy’s ear.
As the cheering and talking started to commence all around them, the knox’s face turned a bright red.
“Can’t say I don’t feel the same with you Wedding Buddy!” Sam chirped before heading out to the sea of smiling faces ready to congratulate him and get the party started.
Guy stood there for a moment, his face beating red as his brothers came and slapped him on the back for a job well done.
It was going to be an interesting honeymoon.
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Until the Wind Ceases Singing
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The snow glimmered silver under the swarm of misty and pale moonlight, as flakes as white as stars whirled in a slant across the world, flashing and flickering with every fleeting touch of silvery light. Streaks of bare, thin figures dotted the horizon, knotted limbs spreading about with leafless arms covered in a sheen of silver-gold. Wavering, it flowed and swept, pouring as if it was water flowing across a cliff. Whirling eastern winds came to sway the branches, a low moan rolling through them and pitching high to fill Leliana’s ears a lonely and forgotten song; a melody forgotten by man, but remembered eternal by trees and mountains, by air and sea. She strained her ears to listen, and feel the uneasiness that often clung to her wane and wavered, slipping away from her shoulders like a silken cloak.
An amber glow blossomed scattering shadows, flowing across the bare trees and scorched their shadow-cladded bodies with an orange-crimson flush. The tendrils of flames wrapped and twirled about in a flowy, blending dance, specks of embers streaking through the darkness like stars across a night sky. She could feel the heat against her cloak of heavy gray wolf fur, and the wind’s icy caress seeping through leathers and gaps in her armor. The warmth of it was more intense, with a heaviness to it that drew at her shoulders and her eyelids; an allure of rest came over her.
“I did tell you that you should have rested, did I not?” said a voice, like the booming of thunder and the warmth of the sun, a deep brass well suited for speaking. Though, she knew the man to whom it belonged rarely did so. He does so with you, whispered a voice deep within her, coming from her chest. It held a warmth to it, which flooded throughout her limbs in slow glide.
She turned and notched an eyebrow at the man. Onyx-black locks flowed in heavy waves down his shoulders, almost curling at the tips, thick and only touched with gray at his temples. Old scars raced across his right eye, over his eyebrow and down to his cheek, gently curving almost. Another dashed over his lips, soft and full as they were. New scars had formed, too. One cut from beneath his ear across his cheekbone, though that was thin and healing fast, and more still were scattered across his arms and chest and back. Scars which spoke of fights ancient and new, memories old and young. Licking her lips, she remembered each one well enough, the feel of them against her hands and mouth, and she recalled the sharp inhale that broke through him when she had kissed the first one—one that cut from his throat and down to the center of his chest in a diagonal. Her lips curled gently at the memory, and her heart fluttered at it as well. Sweet memories, ones that the Spymaster clung onto almost hungrily.
“Yes,” admitted Leliana, “you did.” Shifting, she turned away from the splattering, twisting shadows. Tucking her knees up to her chest, she rested her chin on them and her smile grew. Amayian was dressed in a thick black bear’s fur, a coat of black lined with silver scrolls around his cuffs, and tight breeches of black with riding boots crawled up his knees. The coat flowed to his knees when he was standing at full height, a staggering six-foot-eight. He was broad-shouldered, with arms laced with muscles and a wide chest narrowing a tad down to a scar-covered waist. A scuffle of a beard covered his cheeks, chin, and around his mouth, highlighting his full lips. Gray peppered those hairs, too, but he was not old, either. A man only passed his twentieth-seventh year, he seemed as stern and uncaring as a statue...but Leliana knew how to draw a smile to those lips, and to make those golden-strewn green eyes warm to that of a gentle fire. During these days, she found those smiles as more than special—they brought something more into her life that would otherwise not have been there. A purpose for good that otherwise would have been snubbed out, washed away and replaced by the cold water of duty, enfixed as a heavy, apathetic monument. Leliana knew her responsibilities to the Inquisition, but now it was strengthened by something more, something real and warm, in comparison to that harsh pragmatism life that she had clung to during her time as Left Hand. “But I can spend more time with you if I was awake.”
For a moment, Leliana saw that sweet, subtle smile flicker at his lips’ corners, but they drew back into a calming line almost as quickly. Almost…She took that as another needed victory, another spark of light that cut through the thick darkness which surrounded undisturbed around her. “I would rather see you rest than stumble around sleeping, though I have never seen you stumble.” He said that as much as musing to himself than to her.
“I stumbled into your heart and arms,” noted Leliana, blushing at her words, and inwardly cursed herself for that. It sounded worse than in her head, but they tumbled out without her acknowledgement, like the trickling of water through a cracked stone.
A rumble came from deep within his chest. “My dear, that was the worst one I had heard yet.” But his smile stayed a moment longer than before, and the light from the campfire stroke the gold deeper within the green, burning them into molten gold. They were softer than the distance that often glimmered in his eyes.
“Oh, be quiet.” Laughing, she shook her head. Once, she would have been more than appalled at what she often said, idly, and a part of her still did, but with Amayian she did not feel as awkward. Perhaps it was because he was on the same land as she was, unfamiliar and far sweeter than either one of them deserved. But he deserves this. He deserves more than me. She clamped down hard onto those words, pushing deep within her mind so it could never merge again from its depths. Focus on his smile, his eyes. Remember that he feels as undeserving as you do. Her thought was a little more comforting.
Rising from her position, Leliana tread toward the man, slipping into his lap with ease. She only came up to the center of his chest, even when sitting on his lap. Warmth flooded to her cheeks, prickling almost down to her throat. Raising her hands to his neck, her fingers tangled into the locks at the back of his neck. They were soft, she knew, even if her hands were gloved. She felt his arms wrap snugly around her waist, gently squeezing. She smiled. Amayian was warm, and his scent had a woody smell to it, yet not overbearing. Calming, almost, in a way. Kissing his chin, she could feel his beard grazing across her lips. “I can sleep here,” she murmured against him.
Another chuckle, and it sent a gentle tingle between her thighs. “You could, but we would most likely die from frostbite, if not a wandering bear.”
“Hmm. That doesn’t sound too bad.” She grinned up at him when he looked down, an eyebrow raised. “Oh, fine. You can carry me to the tent. But in a little while. I want to feel you and the fire for a bit longer.” She pressed her head against his chest and inhaled gently, the lull of before growing within her steadily, like there were weights to her arms and her shoulders. “I want to be with you for a little longer.” She stifled a yawn.
She felt fingers roll through her hair in a soothing manner. “Ma cheri,” he whispered, gently, as her eyes slowly fell close. “I will be with you, always. Until the sun burns out and the wind ceases its endless song, and even beyond that.” The one arm around her waist tightened. Perhaps he thought she had fallen asleep. “I...I can’t lose you.” His voice was barely a whisper.
Snuggling closer to him, her smile grew. Oh, mon amour, I will always be with you, too. Till the wind ends our song and it is lifted up by the Maker into that windless city, we will be together. Then, and forever afterward. I can never lose your smile, your eyes, so sweet and kind beyond anything I could ever deserve.
Instead of speaking those words, she pressed ever closer to him, as if afraid that warmth that poured out from him would cease and mend away, and the warmth of the fire compared little to that; that one warmth that clung to against all else.
Her light; her love; her everything.
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Are you Cool Enough to Join the Umbrella Academy? (Season 1, no spoiler review.
Have you heard the one about the astronaut, the talking monkey and the violinist?
Last week Netflix released it’s newest superhero offering, “The Umbrella Academy,” originally an indie comic written by Gerard Way of My Chemical Romance fame. Published by Dark Horse Comics, this is one of the first adaptions from an independent publisher, untethered to the Marvel or DC cinematic universe. Publishers aside The Umbrella Academy has enough unique style and story element to attract anyone suffering from SHFF (SuperHero Film Fatigue.)
The story revolves around a family of six siblings, born across the globe to mothers who weren’t pregnant the day before, who all possess certain super human talents. Brought together by a careless billionaire scientist who wanted to build an army of super children, the now estranged siblings have to come together once again when their dear old dad kicks the bucket.
As family secrets are revealed, tensions between the group become palpable, as they struggle to deal with past traumas, while trying to come together to save the world from a deadly fate.
For the most part the six siblings are all very unique, from both each other and a lot of the other types of heroes you’d see from the Big Two studio. There’s Luther (Tom Hopper), an astronaut with super human strength. Alison (Emmy Raver-Lapman) is a glamorous movie star, who has built her life using her power to persuade others to do what she wants. Diego is an expert knife thrower who still moonlights as a vigilante. Klaus (Robert Sheehan), the family’s black sheep, is a drug addict who can talk to dead people. Vanya (Ellen Page) is the only sibling with no evident superpowers and is told by her father often and at length that she is nothing special. Number 5 is a time and space traveller who disappeared when the group were little, and he reappears in the present, looking just like the 13 year old who disappeared decades earlier. There was a seventh sibling, Ben (Justin H. Min) who died mysteriously while 5 was absent, and is now a ghost who can only talk to Klaus. He was the strongest, able to conjure ancient beasts from his skin to smash up bad guys.
The central plot revolves around an upcoming apocalypse prophesized by five to happen in one week. Sometimes this main plot point becomes a little thin in early episodes as the siblings are distracted with their own troubles, and a clear way forward isn’t really established until mid way through. The second half pushes forward hard and fast as the apocalypse approaches, and relationships begin to splinter. While the first few episodes lack clear purpose they act as a good six origin stories, which help the season feel like both a beginning, there’s enough action and intent to make it a possible stand alone if there are no more seasons.
As superpowers go the group have a pretty stacked deck. In a team there are usually a few cool powers and a few trained assassins, or a super genius. The members of the Academy however are all strong, powers honed by their strict father to be the perfect weapons. Super strength isn’t anything new but Luther makes up for it with a super ego and a super sense of self-importance. Diego is the Hawkeye of the group power wise personally if I had siblings who could conjure the dead or teleport, throwing knives would seem pretty lame.
Each sibling carries on their own side story, the outlines how their powers have in some way or another ruined their lives. Obviously Ben had it the worst because he, well, died but most of the others have highly compelling stories. Alison used her powers on too many wrong people, leaving her personal life in shambles. Klaus, so haunted and terrorised by the dead, had to take up drugs to drown out the noise. Number 5 was ripped away from his family and spent, let’s just say, a lengthy amount of time trying to get back, and is now being hunted down by time cops Cha-Cha (Mary J Blige) and Hazel (Cameron Britton.)
Diego and Luther however lack any sort of story worth getting teary over. Perpetual man children who never grew out of wanting to be the hero, they spend much of the season bickering, swinging their metaphorical dicks around and generally not helping the situation. While David Casteñeda does an admirable job of injecting Diego with some much needed heart, Luther’s character falls flat in almost every category. You almost want to root against him the way he mistreats people and feels sorry for himself. (Fake looking muscles and a weird sub-plot with incestuous undertones don’t help at all. Technicalities or no, the uncomfortable relationship between Luther and Allison is creepy and makes both characters slightly off-putting.
While Aidan Gallagher plays Number five with a perfect mix of teenage snark and a world weariness that comes only after you’ve seen some shit, it’s Page and Sheehan who carry much of the seasons emotional heavy lifting.
Sheehan, known mainly for his roll as the scene stealing Nathan from the show Misfits, once again steals the show as Klaus. Kooky yet troubled, hilarious yet haunted, the actor is mesmerising as he stumbles, high usually, through life. Without knowing his full backstory you can tell, through glances or certain lines, that this character is deeply disturbed, and not just a token junkie. He also is one half of the most touching, if not woefully under-developed, relationships toward the end of the series as Number 5’s time hopping shenanigans start to affect his siblings.
Ellen Page, (think Juno) as Vanya is the character most grounded in reality, having grown up “normal” Page is perfect as a tired, shunted sister, the perfect person to stand in the middle of some of the seasons juicer plot points. Having written a book about her mistreatment as a child, Vanya is alienated from the rest of the family, is while sometimes morose also very raw. Page wearily moves through scenes with characters that are far whackier, but still holds her own. When the main story focuses, and Vanya takes centre stage, her inner turmoil and fractured relationships make for some of the seasons most gripping scenes.
The world in which the siblings live is bleak, grimy and wild. Most scenes take place in run down diners or hotels, or in the decaying facades of the family mansion, with just enough colour and intrigue to keep the show from becoming depressing or drab. During flashback scenes the group, as children, wear matching school uniform in a kooky, Tim Burton like house. There are scenes on the moon, in glamorous Hollywood events, and gnarly apocalyptic wastelands that keep the settings fresh. The influence of comic writer Gerard Way comes through in the children’s uniforms, the matching black umbrellas and the architecture of the mansion, you can sometimes see how the comic was created by the same man who sang the Black Parade. Costuming does an excellent job chiselling out the identities of the siblings. The glamorous Allison in her red carpet dresses, the unassuming Vanya in her drab denims, and he badass Diego who wears all black. However, Klaus beats them all, as in every scene he’s wearing a new whacky ensemble, perfectly matching feminine and masculine, none of the pieces like skirts, flowy jackets or crop tops seemingly go together, but it works. Cha-Cha and Hazel steal their costumes straight out of Fortnite, the contrast between their cop uniforms and their giant animal head helmets is hilarious and unsettling.
While the plot sometimes stretches a little thin between characters, The Umbrella Academy succeeds in breaking the traditional superhero tropes by imbuing the characters with more depth, personality beyond gruff tortured crusaders, and individual styles that both ground them, and elevate them so that they remain sympathetic. Not out as actual heroes since their teens, their humanity makes every fight or drama more climactic.
As the apocalypse comes closer and the tension builds, it’s never actually certain that the siblings will actually win against whatever or whoever causes the apocalypse. The future of the show, whether it will get renewed or not, and the future of the world may remain uncertain it’s definitely worth exploring the futures of each of these characters. How will they and their powers grow? Will we ever find out how Luther got to the moon? Why was their dad such a dick? Watch this new season and you will definitely want to find out.
Also their butler is a talking monkey named Pogo.
#The umbrella academy#umbrella academy#tua#vanya hargreeves#ellen page#klaus hargreeves#robert sheehan#diego hargreeves#david castaneda#number 5#aidan gallagher#alison hargreeves#luther hargreeves#ben hargreeves#the white violin
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