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uluvjay · 7 months

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Helpful Ex- L. Norris

Lando Norris x Ex girlfriend! Reader

Your ex finally comes around to pick up his things but finds you in an interesting situation

Warnings?; SMUT, masturbation(f), coming in pants(m), p I v, unprotected sex(use protection!!!), praising, dirty talk, Lando being a little shit, cursing, fingering, literally porn with a somewhat plot

Lightly proofread, sorry for any errors!

A frustrated cry left your mouth at the unsatisfied feeling, the burning in your stomach was so strong but you couldn’t reach the edge. You’d been trying for weeks to get a release but no matter what you did or tried, nothing helped

The knock at your front door was what caused your hand to fly out of your panties, and the ding coming from your phone made you realize who it was knocking at the door.

“One second!” You yelled, jumping out of bed and throwing on your discarded shorts before making your way towards the front door.

“Hi” you breathed up at the blue eyed man

“Hey, you okay?” He questioned, you two had spent enough time together for him to realize the frustrated look in your eyes.

“Uh yeah, just tired. Come in I’ll grab your box” you smiled opening the door wider for him.

Your relationship with the British driver had lasted a loving three years and came to an agreed ending. With you living in London, he in Monaco, and the constant traveling of his job you both realized you’d became more of friends rather than lovers.

You had broken up about four months ago but due to his constant traveling the Brit had only just gotten around to coming back to London.

When you returned you found him sitting at your kitchen island, snacking on the cookies you had baked the night before.

“These are fucking amazing” he praised with a mouth fool of said cookie.

With a small giggle you thanked him before sitting across from him.

“How’ve you been?” You asked

“Good, The teams been doing pretty well so that’s always nice. How about you? Max said you found yourself a little play thing at the club the other night” he smirked.

You blushed at the boys comment, “that little rat. It Didn’t get very far anyways” you shrugged.

“Yeah why’s that?” He laughed picking up another cookie.

“He uh..he came in his pants” you mumbled

“He what?” Lando crackled.

“Lando it’s not funny! We were you know..making out and next thing I knew he was pushing me off and there was a wet spot on his jeans.”

“It’s not I’m sorry! But it’s not that embarrassing I mean you’ve made me cum in my pants. As long as he finished you off that’s all that matters” he shrugged bringing his cookie up to his lips but the look on your face stopped him.

“He did finish you off right?” He questioned slowly.

“Um,no” you blushed awkwardly

“Your joking right?” He scoffed at the shake of your head.

“I’m sorry he got you all hot and bothered, came in his pants and then ran out?” He clarified.

“Yeah..”

“Oh baby” he laughed standing up and rounding the island to your side.

“S’ not funny Lan” you scolded looking up at him as he towered over your sitting frame.

“Your right I’m sorry honey” he muttered looking down at you with darkening eyes.

“S’ That what was wrong when I got here?” He questioned.

“Wa-what do you mean?” You mumbled hoping he didn’t actually catch on to what you had been doing before he arrived.

“You were touching yourself weren’t you? I seen the frustration in your eyes and the blush covering your face. You’ve been trying to get yourself off since that night haven’t you?” He smirked.

Your head dropped at the boys affirmation, he was one hundred percent correct and you couldn’t deny it. You were a virgin before Lando and through your entire relationship you always had him to get you off. Of course you’d touched yourself when he was away but it was always guided by his voice over the phone.

“Don’t go shy on me now baby, it’s okay. You’re just a spoiled little brat that’s never had to do anything for herself before.” He tutted, slipping a finger under your chin you bring your eyes back on his.

Your thighs clenched at his words, you hadn’t gotten a proper orgasm since the last time he’d gotten you off with his fingers in between your thighs while you sat in the passenger seat of his McLaren.

“Lando..” you whined as his fingers slipped down your run over your thighs.

“You want my help baby? Need me to take care of you?” He asked.

“Yes. Please.” You whimpered.

Your confirmation was all it took for the boy to pick you up and take off down the hall towards your bedroom.

He tossed you onto the soft bed before stripping off his hoodie and shoes and climbing over your body. He leaned down to place a teasing peck onto your lips, lightly nipping at your bottom lip.

Tired of his teasing you slipped your fingers into his soft curls and pulled him down for your lips to meet in a deep kiss. A low groan escaping Lando’s throat at the way you slightly tugged on his roots, he missed the way your fingers felt tangled in his hair.

“Missed you so much baby.” He whispered as he detached his lips from yours, beginning a trail down the column of your throat.

“Me too” you whimpered, head tipping back to allow him more access to your delicate skin.

“Can I take this off?” He questioned as he tugged on the hem of your hoodie, that actually belonged to him.

“Mhm” you nodded, smirking at the growl that came from his mouth when he realized that’s all you were wearing on your top half.

“Gonna kill me one day baby” he groaned laying his head against your bare chest.

You giggled as his bright eyes looked into yours before he leaned over and attached his lips to one of your breasts. A sharp whine breaking from your throat at the sensation of his warm mouth, his hand reaching over and pinching the bud between his fingers.

“God lando” you moaned as he sucked on the bud, his teeth lightly nipping at the skin-Just the way you liked.

He continued his assault on your breasts for a moment before finally pulling away and trailing his lips further down your body till he reached the waistline of your cloth shorts.

He looked up at you for confirmation before pulling the material off your body, you gave him a nod and he quickly pulled them down your soft legs.

“So wet baby” he spoke at the sight of your wet panties, moving them to the side to reveal your puffy clit.

You gasped at the feeling of his thick fingers running through your folds, keeping his touch feather light to tease you.

He slowly worked his middle finger inside you, smirking at the moan that broke free from your mouth as he added his ring finger.

His fingers moved skillfully inside you, moving back and forth with such care that he had you withering and crying out above him. Your fingers gripped the sheets as you called out his name over and over.

He worked you till he couldn’t take it anymore, from the way you moaned his name and how tight you were hugging his fingers. He needed to be inside of you, needed to feel you wrapped around his cock again.

“Why’d you stop” you whined at the feeling of his fingers leaving you.

“Gonna fuck you now baby” He smirked as he came up to place a hot kiss on your lips before removing himself from the bed to take his remaining clothes off.

You sat up on your elbows to watch him strip, he removed his shirt slowly-teasingly. Your thighs rubbed together at the sight of his naked upper half, it was obvious he’d been devoting a bit more time to training. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down to reveal his light gray boxers, a small patch had formed from his precum.

He pulled off his boxers revealing his hard cock, it smacked against his lower stomach.the sight caused your mouth to water, missing the weight of it on your tongue.

He crawled his way back up the bed to rest over you, slotting himself between your thighs as he gripped the shaft of his cock, guiding his length towards you entrance, teasing the tip up and down your folds.

“Fuck, don’t tease lan, please” you begged from below him.

“So polite baby, that’s my good girl” He praised as he thrusted his hips into yours and set a slow pace.

“Oh fuck” you cried at the feeling of him being inside you again.

He locked his lips with yours, one of his hands coming up to rest on the base of your throat giving it a light squeeze.

“Feel so good for me baby, can’t believe someone passed this up. Didn’t know what he was missing out on” he rambled above you.

He gripped your legs, wrapping them around his lower half as he picked up his pace, sounds of slapping skin and moans filling the room.

Your freshly manicured nails ranked down his back as his tip hit the spongy spot inside you, “ahh, god. Feels so good Lan” you cried into his neck.

“Yeah? You miss my cock baby? Miss how I fill you up?” He teased.

“Yes, fuck yes I did. Missed all of you Lando” you admitted to the green eyed man above you.

Your moans became downright pornographic as he moved his thumb in circles on your clit, fingers digging further into his skin as your back arched.

“I’m getting close love” he moaned into your neck, placing wet and sloppy kisses along the skin.

“Me to baby, so close” you cried, fingers moving into his hair to tug at the curly locks.

You could feel the tightness in your lower stomach getting tighter and tighter, as his thumb continued to work your clit and his mouth spewed dirty words at you.

You could feel his thrusts becoming sloppy as his hands dug into the sides of your thighs, no doubt leaving bruises for tomorrow.

“Fuck lan-I’m gonna cum” you cried out below him.

“Go ahead baby, I’ve got you. Come for me like the good girl you are.” He encouraged as he moved your legs up over his shoulders to thrust at a deeper angle.

And that you did, fingers digging into his skin so hard it caused the man to groan out at the feeling. His own moans getting whiny and whinier as he got closer to his own high.

“Cum for me Lando” you encouraged into the Brits ear.

“Fuck, I’m coming” he cried as he pushed out one more hard thrust and stilled as he spilled inside of you.

He collapsed on top of you once he came down from his high, your hand slipped into his curls as you placed light kisses to his head.

His own lips ran along your collarbone as he nuzzled into you, he always became quite the clinger after sex.

You both laid there for a moment before he pulled his head from your chest and looked up at you with a soft look in his eyes.

“Hi” you smiled at him.

“Hi darling” he smiled back warmly as he reached up the brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Can I spend the night?” He asked quietly.

“You can stay for as long as you’d like” you replied before leaning down and giving him a sweet kiss.

#lando norris #lando norris smut #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris x you #f1 smut #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 #formula 1

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buckys-little-belle · 4 months

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Chapter Three - Raindrops and Goodbyes

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SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW.

Warnings - Talks about past (bad) Caregivers, talks about fear of abandonment, some heavy negative feelings, comparing oneself to others, fluff but ends in some angst, Bub eats, food mentioned, Bub cries

Word Count - 1751

Note - Sorry this took so long to get out! Things got hectic, and crappy, and I haven't been able to edit, or format, or really write lately! Luckily things are going well and I won't start school till the 16th so I'm hoping to get some stuff out in the next week or so! Part four will be posted tomorrow! I can't leave us on a sad note for too long! I just can't!!

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Y/n always hated wearing her yellow raincoat, the material feeling odd against her skin, and the crinkle of the fabric was never music to her ears. But on days like this, grey skies and heavy raindrops falling to the ground, she had no choice but to suit up. Her matching rain boots on, allowing her to splash in any puddle she felt needed to be played in.

As she neared the Cafe she got excited, Bucky said they would go to the park today, and although it’s running she has hopes that he’ll let them go anyways, her umbrella overhead creating enough of a dry patch to maybe, at the least, run around in the mud without catching a nasty cold.

“Mr!” She cheered as she walked in, something she did every time she saw him sat at his usual table, early as always. “I has something for you!” She smiled big as she unzipped the front pocket of her backpack “Here.” Her smile grew as Bucky’s mirrored hers, the small baggie with flowers printed on it full of chocolate chip cookies her pride and joy.

“You made these?”

“Yes!” Y/n says still standing, ready to leave for the park wherever Bucky is ready. Shifting her weight from one foot to another, growing impatient. “All on my own!” She cheered, proud of her baked goods. “Park now?” Bub asked, her smile still huge, both hands grasping the straps of her bag, now back on her back.

“It’s raining, Bub.” Bucky frowned, causing Bub to mirror his expression. “But we’ll go next time, okay?” He asked, his hands immediately helping Y/n out of her raincoat, the buttons soon undone.

“But you promised?” Y/n frowned, her eyebrows drawn together in confusion. “I wanted to go to d’park.” Y/n held back her tears, though she wished to stomp her foot and throw a small fit, she didn’t know Bucky well enough to truly let him see her little side completely. So instead she fixed her clothing after her coat had been taken off and sat in her usual seat.

“I know I promised, Bub.” She smiled at the nickname. “But I brought us a fun game to play today.” He was quickly making her forget about the park trip altogether, now excited to see whatever game he had brought. She hoped it wasn’t UNO, she sucked at that. “Here.” He said as he placed a game on the table, the pink and blue of Candyland making Y/n let out a small squeal.

“I love Candyland!” She grabbed the box and bounced in her seat. “Can we play now?” She asked, her eyes turning to Bucky, him already looking at her. “Please?” She added on for good measure.

The moment he nodded his head she opened the box, pulling all the pieces out. “Why don’t you set it up, and I get us some snacks?” Bucky asked, Y/n didn’t even look up at him, but nodded her head. Too busy pulling out the different characters.

Y/n didn’t know how long it took Bucky to get snacks, but by the time he got back to the table she had created a whole plot amongst the characters and their kingdoms. “Here, Bub.” Bucky said as he placed a plate on the table. It was more than the usual cake pop he got her, though one still sat on the plate. This time he got vegetables and dip, some goldfish, and a cup of juice.

“Thank you, Mr.” Y/n smiled up at him, grabbing a celery stick and dipping it. “Can I be the ice cream cone?” She asked, showing him the character she had in her hand. Bucky nodded but stayed sitting. “You need’a pick a lil guy.” She pointed to the characters situated around the board.

“Right.” He said, his expression growing serious as he looked each one over. “I’ll pick this one, he looks tough.” Y/n broke out into a fit of giggles, the marshmallow definitely not a ‘tough guy’.

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They got to playing the game, Y/n winning two times in a row. She wasn’t surprised, while she knew it was all down to luck, she had played the game a ton of times so clearly the Candyland gods liked her more than Bucky. “Are you cold bub?” Bucky asked her, making her realise she was shivering slightly.

She knew not bringing a sweater might be a bad idea, but she thought they were going to the park. “Um, yeah.” She nodded then shrugged her shoulders. She hoped he wouldn’t make her go back home and get one, she only had so much time in a day to spend at the cafe. “Bu’ I’m all good, can we play again?” She asked, moving their pieces back to the star.

“Yeah we can play again, just wait a second.” Bucky stood up, she wondered where he was going, but instead of leaving to grab something or go to the bathroom he stood at the side of her booth with a black sweater in hand. “Hands up, Bub.” He said, holding the sweater out.

“I don’ need your sweater, wha’ if yous get cold?” She asked, not sure if her being so comfortable around Bucky her little side couldn’t help but come out now was a good thing or a bad thing. While she was 100% sure Bucky was a safe guy to be around, she didn’t want to get too attached to him just in case.

“I won’t get cold.” He answered in a softer voice. She knew he was special, that’s what everyone in the newspapers said, that he’s indestructible. But she’d hate to be the person who gave a super soldier a cold because she took his sweater. “Bub.” His voice drew her out of her worrying. He was now crouched down so they were eye level. “I won’t get cold, but you’re shivering.” He didn’t wait for her to put her arms up, instead just putting it over her head and waiting for her to put her arms through on her own.

“Tanks.” Bub murmured, looking at Bucky with a small smile. She was thankful for the sweater, now warm, but she still worried that she was too much to handle. He had given her a lot, crayons, colouring pages, so much of his time, and now his sweater. She hadn’t given him anything but cookies that she hoped tasted okay.

“Why don’t we play again?” Bucky asked as he settled back into his seat. “I can feel it, I’m going to win this one.” He teased, she shook her head, he had no clue that the Candyland gods were on her side, and she hoped he would never know.

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Y/n frowned as she saw Bucky pacing around outside. It had stopped raining but he said that they should wait till a sunny day to go out, because ‘everything would be slippery’. Buck’s phone had rung five hours ago, well maybe two minutes ago, but it felt like forever as she just watched him pace with an unhappy look on his face.

She grabbed the last few goldfish and got back to her colouring, when she had won for a third time Bucky had to quit, saying his ego couldn’t handle anymore. Y/n giggled at the memory.

The doorbell rang out and she quickly turned, though her smile turned back into a frown when she saw Bucky’s sad expression. “I’m sorry, I have to go, Bub.” He said, his sad words said in a kind tone.

“Oh, otay.” Y/n answered, watching him pack up his things. “Will you be back tomorrow?” She asked, her crayons laid on the table instead of in her hands.

Bucky sighed, then sat down, his hands clasped on the table. “I’m going to be gone until next wednesday.” Y/n’s back straightened up, he’d be gone for nine days. That was a lot of time to be gone, and a lot of time for him to think and change his mind about her.

“Oh, do you, do you wan’ your sweater back?” She asked, wiggling her hands out of the sleeves before Bucky got to her. His hands covering hers, a painful smile on his face.

“You can keep it, I’ll get it back when I come back okay?” Y/n nodded. “I’ll put my phone number in your phone, and I’ll text you if I’m going to be back later than wednesday, okay?” She nodded her head, at least he wasn’t just up and leaving, he was giving her a point of contact if needed. She handed him her phone, watching as he took forever to type out his name and number. It was a little silly to watch. “I won’t be able to text or call you while I’m away.” He admitted. “But you can text me all you want and I’ll read them when I’m back.” Bucky offered, though she knew she wouldn’t do that, she wouldn’t bother him while he was away, she knew people hated that.

She just nodded her head, watching him as he put his coat and backpack on. “Stay safe.” She whispered as he stood in front of her, ready to leave.

“And you be good, Bub.” Bucky whispered back, and then he was gone. She watched him get into his jeep and drive away. She knew her mind was being silly when she couldn’t help but think he wouldn’t come back, but it didn’t mean it stopped that train of thought.

She knew deep down that he had to leave, he didn’t want to, but he had to. She knew he wasn’t like the other people who became her friends and then left and never came back, she knew that, somewhere in her mind she knew that. But she still couldn’t help it as a few tears slipped down her cheeks as she cleaned up. She couldn’t help but let out a small sad noise as she put on her coat, and she couldn’t help but sob the moment she got home and into bed.

“He had to go save people, he was needed by the world because he's a good guy, that’s why he left.” She whispered to herself all night, but she still felt as though he had left because of something she did.

#buckys little belle #age regression fic #age regression #little!reader #bucky x reader #bucky x little!reader #bucky barnes x little!reader #bucky #bucky barnes x reader #little reader #little fic #cafe bignsmall #bignsmall

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mishapocalyse · 1 year

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can i request some obsessive Soldier Boy (with female reader), pls? i can't stop thinking about him being obsessed with having a family and after feeling that he lost everything, he meets y/n in The Boys and decides that she's the perfect woman for him and he won't let her go.

All In The Family// I Will Never Stop With You

Description: Soldier Boy loves a good family, yet never had the time to start one. However, when he meets you--that all changes--for better or for worse.

Pairings: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: Soldier Boy is his own warning, language, sexual innuendos towards Hughie, manhandling.

Note: I love this request. Forever be in my heart.

Nothing could have prepared you for the situation at hand. You, a C class supe working with William Butcher and his rag-tag team of misfit toys. Aside from that, was you were currently being stared down by the one hero you never thought you would ever see outside of a poster.

Soldier Boy.

You had been making dinner for the team, when America's #1 supe had planted himself in one of the kitchen chairs that sat in front of the island counter. Turning your head, you could instantly feel his eyes wandering your figure, practically undressing you from where you were standing in front of the oven.

"Do you need something?" you chirped, a smile stretching across your face.

He returned the smirk, his tongue licking his bottom lip as he bit it, stifling a chuckle that rumbled in his chest.

"Mind grabbing me a cold one from the fridge?"

You nodded, moving from the oven to grab him one of the cold beers from the fridge. Realizing as you fiddled around with the things inside that you guys were all out of beer. You plopped back up onto your feet, shutting the door, swiveling around.

"Hate to break it to you honey, but we are out of beer. I can go by the store later and pick some up." You said with a soft giggle.

Soldier Boy shook his head, again giving you a sweet smile, as he continued to watch you cook.

Little things like this is what kept Soldier Boy going for the most part. The last woman he ever had arrangements with were either dead or hated his guts. But you?

You were nice to him.

He listened to you hum while checking on whatever you were baking in the oven. He slowly moved from his seat towards you, as you bent back up to return to the ingredients in the pan. He gently grasped onto your hips, which earned him a louder squeak.

"What on Earth are you doing? I'm cooking." You sheepishly quipped. His hold on your hips was not at all threatening. Pressing his chest into your back, as he swayed.

"Enjoying the moment." Soldier Boy began as you let him hold you.

This was not the first time he did this. You understood that being in the box for four decades left a person touch starved and lonely. And by knowing what kind of person Soldier Boy was you had to admit he was a bit intimidating at first. However, he was just a man with a shield that needed his attention. By all means, a few hugs were not a problem from time to time.

"Y'know you would make a pretty little housewife." You snorted. Leaning up to look at him.

"Would that make you my husband?" You felt his grip tighten around you.

Soldier Boy had always wanted a family of his own. Yet never had the time to fulfill those worldly desires. The thought of you as his wife, and having a few kids was on his mind. Slowly becoming more and more of an obsession. Though the two of you were not together, him pushing his feelings aside, yet he always thought kindly of you. It was the same problem over and over. He was busy, and didn't have the time. Didn't have the guts to say a word to you. Well, until now.

"Absolutely, sweetheart." He put his chin on top of your head, standing there with you against him. Humming while you cooked.

"Does that mean you like me, Soldier Boy?" You joke, pulling away to set the cooked food onto the counter.

"Like is an understatement." He answered dutifully.

"How so?" You replied, turning around to lean up against the counter with him in front of you.

"Sweetheart, it’s been 40 fucking years since I had anything. Never had the time for shit. But now, out of the box, out of whatever fucking mess the Brit and his team of fuckwads have me doing. With Homelander missing...I can slow down and take the time to see that you are one hell of a woman." He raised up a gloved hand to press against your cheek.

"That is sweet and all, Soldier Boy. Do you really think I'm all that? I mean, I am nothing compared to what you had back then-- I'm just..I just pick up litter in the streets and save kittens from trees." You rubbed your arms looking away from him. His hand still on your cheek, he pulled you back to look at him.

"I only see you." He bent down to press a soft kiss on your cheek, rubbing your shoulders.

"In more ways than one." he whispered into your ear before you playfully slapped at his arms.

"You are so gross." You laughed.

"You love it." He chuckled.

"You're not wrong." You stated, patting the hard textured plate of armor he had strapped to his chest.

Soldier Boy lifted you up onto the counter with ease, toying with the hem of the sundress you were wearing. His thoughts running while with all the seemingly domestic ideas that ran amuck.

"I always had thoughts of us like this." He started, but stopped as he turned his head to stare blankly at something in the corner.

"Thoughts like?" You beckoned for him to finish his statement.

"Of you and I. Getting married, popping out a few kids. Nice house away from everyone." You pulled his face to look at you. And you smiled sadly.

"Soldier Boy. It's a bit too soon to start thinking like that with me." You pushed yourself off of the counter and out of his grip to finish making dinner.

"We hardly know each other. I like you-I do, but thoughts like that...a bit fast don't you think?" Soldier Boy bit the inside of his cheek. Not saying a word.

"I'm sorry if that hurt your feelings." You added.

"None taken." with a curt nod you placed the food for dinner onto the table, walking towards the living room to call for the others. Before you could say anything Soldier Boy stopped you.

"Hey."

You stopped, "Yes?" You asked.

"Maybe you aren't ready now. Or in a couple years, whatever. Just know. You're mine." His tone was dangerously low. You gulped down a bit of spit and nodded.

As Soldier Boy watched you disappear into the living room, he again took his seat at the end of the dining table, crossing his legs and folding his hands, amused by himself and what was to become of his future.

His future life with you and the two kids he always wanted to make.

#soldier boy #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy the boys #soldier boy is his own warning #the boys #askmishapoc #answered

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buckyalpine · 1 year

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Your Daughter ii

Bucky x single mom reader, Steve, Sam

This is just all FLUFF

Imagine Bucky babysitting your four year old daughter for the first time. You have a conference you have to go to last minute and you’ve never left her alone with anyone else before. Bucky hates seeing the way the worry eats you, wondering who could look after her on such short notice. He loves spending time with your baby so he has no problem offering his time if that's something you’re okay with.

You don’t want to pressure him into anything but you’re beyond grateful because there's no one else you trust more and you know she’d feel safe with him.

“Be good for Prince Charming, alright?” You whisper, making her giggle, giving her a kiss on her cheek. She nods, going back inside to finish her breakfast, already excited about the weekend she’s going to have with mommy’s special friend. Mommy had lots of friends but Bucky was her favorite.

As soon as you’re out the door, Bucky starts to feel nervous. He wants to do a good job and show you he’s in this for the long run, he’s here for the both of you. Your daughter is an absolute angel, so he knows he has nothing to worry about but still. He looks over the checklist you left for him, memorizing everything on it just to be safe.

He goes over to the kitchen, where your little one has finished eating, tip toeing over the sink to wash her hands. He lifts her onto a stool, helping her clean off before they go over to the living room and plop down on the sofa.

“What do you want to do today princess”

“It’s Saturday” She made a thinking face while clambering into his large lap, “Oh! We bake on Saturday”

Bucky couldn’t remember the last time he picked up a whisk or spatula but he wasn’t going to break tradition or disappoint the cutest face he’d seen in his life. He nodded, scooping her up in one arm, scrolling through recipes on his phone, setting her down on the kitchen island.

“How about sugar cookies?” He took your daughters wide eyes and clapping hands as an immediate yes, grabbing what he needed from the cupboards and fridge. It didn’t take long for the kitchen to turn upside down but the sweet aroma of cookies wafting through the house made Bucky smile. He chuckled at the soft giggles your little one made as she iced each cookie, pink frosting smeared across her nose and cheeks, though not seeming to care one bit. Bucky felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, immediately grabbing it incase if was you.

“How you holdin’ up punk” Bucky can could hear the smile in Steve’s voice, his best friend knowing how big a step this was for him.

“We’re both alive” Bucky snorted, looking at the mess of sprinkles and sugar around the kitchen, nothing too disastrous. “We made enough cookies to feed an army”

“Say no more”

Bucky and your daughter both do a perfect job of cleaning up the mess, thought struggling to find enough containers to put all the cookies in. She decides a tea party would be a good idea as an excuse to eat the cookies that didn’t fit into the boxes.

Who was he to disagree? He helped her pick out a dress to wear along with matching shoes, softly brushing her hair and tying bows into her pigtails. He changed out of his flour covered clothes, cleaning himself up for a distinguished night of apple juice, cookies, carrot sticks and Beauty and the Beast.

The doorbell rings and your daughter sets down her cup, wondering who it could be.

“Mommy’s home?” She looks at him with curious eyes, just a tad bit disappointed all the fun is already ending. Or so she thought.

Your babygirl has no idea what to do with herself when she's surrounded by Prince Charming's handsome friends. She hides behind Bucky’s large form, peeking from behind him before taking Steve and Sam’s large hands in her tiny ones over to her set up.

If only you were there to witness the sight of the large men all clambered together in a circle with their pinkies up, holding cups that could fit in their palms. They’re all in various get ups your little one dressed them up in, tiaras, feathers, lace and beads strewn across them.

Steve made a mental note to cry happy tears later, not now, watching your daughter dote over Bucky the most, constantly filling his cup, inching towards his side whenever she sat down.

Sam was between wanting to laugh at the super solider nearly topping off the 1 foot chair he was given and crying over how cute little your babygirl was, politely making the rounds with her tray of cookies. His eyes may or may not have glossed over when she ignored her own chair and decided Bucky’s lap was a comfier place to sit.

“You sit down and relax princess, how about you get changed and let us take care of all this” Steve smiled, clearing up the cups and plates, letting Bucky take your daughter up to get washed and changed into her pj’s. By the time she was back down, all she had to do was get comfy and pick a movie, happily snuggled between the her favorite Prince and his handsome Knight friends.

As you walk though the door, your eyes grow wide at the mass of large shoes on the mat, smiling curiously when you can hear your baby's favorite movie and the smell of cookies still lingering around the house. You quietly padded down the hall, biting your lip seeing the three men all squished together on your sofa with your babygirl tucked right in the middle, their eyes all glues to the screen.

Sam pawed at Steve’s thigh, silently asking for a tissue, as Belle cries over Beast, waiting for him to wake up. Your daughter was the first to notice you were home, the rest of the audience too heavily invested in the movie.

“Mommy look! It’s our favorite part!” She wiggled out of her comfy spot, jumping into your arms as you scooped her up.

The three men, looked up at you, all teary eyed, while your little one grinned, excited to see Beast transform into Adam so he could be happy with Belle. You giggled, watching Steve pass the box of tissues over again, collective sniffles shared between the three.

Sam and Steve shared knowing glances, noting the way Bucky’s cheeks were now tinted pink, looking lovingly at you and your daughter. They quickly said their good byes, not before promising your little one they’d be to see her again; they wouldn’t miss her tea parties for the world.

You tucked your daughter in for the night, making your way back down to find Bucky holding two mugs of tea, setting them down on the coffee table and tugging you into his lap on the couch.

“Welcome home, mama” He smiled, kissing your hair, his hand massaging up and down your spine. He’d never felt more loved and happy in his life, feeling like he finally had a little family to himself, a place to call home.

“She loves spending time with you” You relaxed in his hold, toying with is dog tags, smiling to yourself over how perfect it all felt. The piece that always felt missing in your home was complete when Bucky was around. “We both do”

He smiled against your hair, feeling more confident in his decision, thinking about the ring that sat in his drawer back at the compound.

Soon.

“I love you” He smiled, holding you tightly in his arms, “I love you both”

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paracosmic-murdock · 10 months

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i loved the present and i love you ;; matt murdock x fem!reader

pairing: matt murdock x afab!reader

summary: your birthday isn't your favorite holiday. damn, you don't even celebrate it properly and you weren't precisely looking forward to it. however, this year you have Matt and he won't let it go unnoticed. at least you will notice.

disclaimer: this is a os from a fanfiction with multiple chapters. there's no need to read the entire fic (i wouldn't complain if you do;)), but there's a couple things you should know (no spoilers / minor spoilers):

▪︎ matt and reader met in columbia, this is a (past) academic rivals to lovers fic. ▪︎ reader is peter parker's adopted sister ▪︎ reader doesn't know about matt being daredevil (yet)

warnings/tags: shameless smut (minors dni), oral sex (r receiving), fingering, praise kink, established relationship, mention of past injuries, sad origin story (r), mention of ben parker's death, hating birthdays, but not so much anymore

word count: 2.5K

from: your forever is all that i need on ao3 - discontinued

✰ mila's paracosm (main masterlist)

The last time you happily celebrated your birthday was before your and Peter's parents died.

Your first birthday after that was spent crying in your bedroom while May and Ben tried to make you leave your room. They tried so hard, and you knew it, but there was no ounce of strength in you that could help you cross that door.

Eventually, everyone stopped trying.

You felt guilty. Ungrateful. Like the worst human on Earth. But birthdays celebrate life and you felt like you didn't have a pinch of it inside you.

However, you let Ben talk to you in this fatherly way you had missed. You would know about it because you'd had two fathers by then, and even though Ben never had children of his own, you felt like you had had three.

Ben said it was okay if you didn't want to celebrate your birthday. He said it was okay to mourn however wanted. He said it was okay to miss everyone you had lost. And he meant it, you knew.

So, for years, you and May used to bake birthday cake from the box, Ben and Peter would buy balloons and candies and it was just the four of you. That, until Ben passed away.

That's when you stopped celebrating your birthday for good, and every person who got into your life and stuck long enough to get to your birthday knew you didn't like it.

You got birthday gifts, though, and didn't really hate the thought of someone caring about you enough that would get you a present.

Still, here we are.

"Is it Y/N's birthday today?"

Peter looked at Matt. "What? Nope."

"When is it, then?" Matt frowned, catching Peter's heart jumping suddenly.

"When our parents adopted her it didn't say." he lied, expecting Matt to let it go. "Why the question?"

"I overheard her talking on the phone with someone. Said someone sent her a basket full of all her favorite candies, a gorgeous necklace, and wished her a happy birthday. She said thank you." Matt explained. "I was thinking about it and realized that we never threw her a birthday party at college, and she was great friends with the guy that hosted the best parties."

Peter shook his head. "Fine. It is her birthday, but don't talk about it. Pretend today is any normal day and we'll all be just fine."

"Why? I would really like to take her out for dinner and get her something nice." he questioned. Peter sighed.

"She was big on birthdays when she was little, but after everything that happened, she started hating them. The last of her birthdays we celebrated was before Uncle Ben died." Peter replied. "May and I always give her cute presents, she says thank you and the day goes on as if nothing had happened."

"So now I will just know it's her birthday and do nothing about it?"

"Exactly." Peter nodded. "It's for the best if you don't wanna upset her."

"But someone already gave her something and she didn't seem that mad."

"It was probably Louis or Donna. At the office, the inner circle knows. The first time they threw her a big party and she got sick right there. Y/N then told them the truth. From that moment on, they send her a gift saying nothing else, she calls them to thank them, and if she brings it up or it feels fine, they wish her a happy birthday," he told Matt. "There's only one other person who knows about it, but nothing to worry about."

Matt clicked his tongue. "It was another person."

"Please, don't do anything. She probably doesn't want to deal with that today." Peter pleaded after a long silence.

"It's fine, I won't." Matt agreed. "Are the two of you doing something today for her?"

"Nope," Peter replied. "I'm going to put on the suit and May has reading club at Mrs. Irwin's place."

"She is going to be home alone on her birthday?"

"Not really, she'll eat a bunch of candies and watch rom-coms." Peter sighed. "That's how she likes to spend her birthdays, there's really nothing wrong about it. Don't feel like you have to do something."

"Hi, sweetheart."

"Hey, there." You smiled, not that Matt could find out from the other line or anything. "How are you?"

"I'm great now that I hear your voice," Matt replied. "Miss you. You should come over."

You hummed. "We had lunch together."

"Still miss you."

"Now?" you questioned, feeling lazy because you were watching 13 going on 30 and eating chocolates and were comfortable in Matt's t-shirt you stole and pajama shorts.

"Nope, is it fine in 5 minutes?"

"How about if you come? You can join me in bed and we can cuddle, but no sex because I showered early and I don't wanna shower again."

Matt chuckled. "I don't mind if you haven't showered."

"I love it that you miss me and everything, but is something else happening?" you asked, having your own theory in mind but not wanting to test your luck. "Like, what's the occasion?"

"Well, you came over two days ago unannounced with no occasion… I thought that missing you would be enough."

"I had an occasion, I wanted sex."

"You don't want sex now?"

"I won't complain at all, but I don't wanna leave home."

Matt laughed. "But we'd have privacy here."

"Peter is staying over at Ned's and May is out on a date with someone she hasn't told me and Peter about. Don't tell Peter, though. He thinks she's at her reading club at our neighbor's."

"Okay… See you in an hour."

"See you."

"Why won't May tell you and Peter about her date?"

You snorted. "Because we were teasing her too much about it the last time. In our defense, it was Happy."

"What was happy?"

"Happy is a human male. He works for Stark. He's his driver but they're like best friends of some sort."

"His name is Happy?"

"I don't know, that's what we call him."

"And why would you annoy May because of Happy?"

"It was so weird, I'm telling you." You widened your eyes. "They're like oil and water… But he's nice."

Matt laughed. "If you say so."

You snuggled onto him and smiled. "Thanks for coming."

"You don't have anything to thank me for."

Nowadays, seeing Matt in anything other than his work suits was rare to say the least, so having him by your side in just a t-shirt and sweats as if he was going to work out was a miracle.

Your fingers started softly tracing the silhouette of his body, the tip of your fingers wandering delicately, causing goosebumps on his skin. You chuckled. "You like that?"

"What?" he asked, playing pretend. "Don't know what you mean."

You scoffed as your fingers went to his face. "You don't know? Let's see."

Then you went to his torso, going lower until you reached the hem of his t-shirt. You lifted it slightly, making him lightly whimper.

"Oh…" you muttered as your index finger ran into a prominent scar. Its length was about three quarters the one of your finger and its relief was higher than any scar you had seen before. "Is this…?"

Matt flinched as he noticed the direction you were going. "It's- uhm… really old."

Thanks to the darkness of your room and the only lightning that allowed you to barely see were the moon and the streetlights, you didn't notice that the scar was still pinkish and that he was lying. "How did you get it?"

"I was…" Matt sighed. A made up story he had built in case anyone ever saw the scars and he couldn't explain the truth to them came to his mind. He knew you deserved better than that. "lightly stabbed."

You gasped. "What?"

"Yeah, I… was trying to be the hero and got stabbed. You wouldn't want to see the other guy, though." he replied, making you laugh because you were convinced he was joking. "I didn't either but from what I heard it wasn't that cool for him."

"I wanna keep that version in my mind, so I'm allowing it."

Matt smiled and gave you a kiss. His hands touched the bare skin of your arms in a seductive kinda way. "How about we leave this one on and make this night a good one for my pretty girl, huh?"

Now you have goosebumps.

He lifted your t-shirt, drawing tender circles on your skin and delighting himself with how perfect it felt. His fingers met with your bralette, the lace fabric making him think that maybe you weren't really discarding the possibility of sex. He was completely right, and he would not fuck that up because now he had you right there for him. And he wanted you.

As a result of this growing desire, Matt slipped into the bra, stumbling with your sideboob and tracing its outline until he reached the valley between your breasts. Then, he went to your hardening nipple and circled it.

You gasped almost mutely. "I haven't showered since early in the morning, so maybe you should stop doing this to me? You know, because it-"

Matt shook his head, kissing your temple. "I don't care, sweetheart… If you don't want to, I'll stop, but don't think for a moment that I could-"

"Find me dirty? Because I am."

"You smell like you. This perfume of yours I love, although fading a little… You washed your hair this morning, so you smell like the same shampoo you've used since college. Your fingers smell like chocolate and your lips taste like chocolate and I'm certain you've eaten more in the past hour than what a human being should ingest in a week. Always the biggest sweet tooth I know. I'm not gonna lie, you've sweat today, as have I. As has everyone else on Earth. I don't care. You're perfect."

That motherfucker is going to be the death of you… Fucking man, how much you love him.

And that argument of his? Feeling that cherished, plus his caresses, plus his subtle kisses on your cheek and neck, plus everything that he makes you feel? It was a major turn on.

"Oh, there it is…" he noted in a loud moan. Matt's hand left your breasts and went south, feeling the matching lace fabric interrupt his path to your sex. "You smell so good, and you taste even better… Can- can I? Can I, sweetheart?"

You nodded impatiently, and he was even less.

As soon as he felt the motion beside him, the air shifting, he went full in.

You flinched at the sudden contact with his cold fingers, and he groaned at the sensation of your arousal meeting his eager digits… The mere reminder of how long your scent lasts on him was enough to make him hard.

Matt used his other hand to manhandle you until your back was against his front.

His fingers worked you up until you were wet enough for his finger to slide into you with such ease. "You're perfect," he muttered, his fingers following a steady rhythm of ins and outs you eagerly matched as his hips grinded urgently against your ass. "My perfect girl…, you feel so good."

"So do you," you said, your arms holding onto his strong biceps. "God, yes… Just like that, yes…"

Matt's middle finger left you empty, but then did his comeback along with his ring finger as the palm of his hand gave you that intermittent friction your clit begged for.

With endless moans escaping from your parted lips and the most desperate breathing leaving your exploited lungs indicating Matt you needed a release, as the loyal devotee of you that Matt is, he obeyed your body's wishes as if it was a command. For him it was.

And he never stopped grinding, and he came.

And you followed.

As soon as he made sure you were done, his hand abandoned your aching core and went right to his mouth, where he licked it clean.

"So good…" he whispered in bliss. Then, Matt undressed you. You let him. "My pretty girl's taste is perfect."

His mouth didn't waste any time and searched your cunt. Matt drank every residue of your arousal on its surroundings and then buried his tongue inside you.

His tongue went up and down your slit trying to collect every drop he could get, and then he swirled it on your sensitive, needy clit with the purpose of creating more and more. He was eating you out faster than you could register and it felt so goddamn good.

As if he was just told that this would be his last meal in a long time and he is only trying to eat as much as he can so the fullness lasts longer.

Your fingers tangled in his hair as you pulled him closer. "It- it feels so good."

"Does it?" Matt moaned into you. "I'm glad… You taste way better."

A desperate gasp escaped from your lips as your orgasm felt closer and closer. "Please, don't stop."

You could swear you felt his smile down there. "I won't…"

So he didn't. His tongue only focused more on what he had learned you liked.

Your thighs held him in place and he felt lightheaded, but didn't care. Matt's hands gripped your hips and held on for dear life so you wouldn't move too far from his sinfully skilled mouth.

With distressed moans and more urgent movements and a coat of sweat and curled toes and arched back and his name on your lips like a spell, you announced how close you were.

And then that filthy explosion of sensations took over you ever so harshly that it took you a while to stop the loud whines that made sure to let many of your neighbors know that the man that entered your home a few hours ago gave you quite the session.

Everyone knows that his name is Matt and that he made you feel so good.

Neither one of you was ashamed of it, especially not Matt. He would gladly do it all night long so no one forgets who you belong to and who satisfies you that well.

He kissed you and as many times before, you tasted yourself in him.

"I gotta tell you something about today."

Matt nodded. "Peter told me."

"You aren't mad because I didn't tell you?"

"Do you think I would've done that if I were mad?" he questioned, and he could feel your incredulous glance. "Yeah, I have… Forget about that one," Matt smiled. "I'm not mad, I don't have any right to be… Peter explained everything and I understand that. Maybe someday you'll want to celebrate it and I'll be right here, alright? Meanwhile I can give you a gift like this one every year."

You snorted. "You'll just use any excuse to do that at this point."

"Oh, if it isn't the pot calling the kettle black." he mused. "Happy birthday, sweetheart. Love you."

"Thanks. I loved the present and I love you."

#matt murdock #daredevil #matt murdock x reader #daredevil x reader #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock x fem!reader #charlie cox #matt murdock smut

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meatonfork · 1 year

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🤠 howdy

If I could request in the holiday spirit,could we see grim giving gifts to the task force boys?grim solos

HAPPY HOLIDAYS

Christmas Spirit

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pairing: platonic 141 x grim

warnings: none!

summary: grim shows the boys some holiday spirit!

note: i am still recovering from yesterday, so if my writing reflects that i apologize. also, i don’t like christmas, so i’m trying to make this good 😭

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christmas was approaching fast. the task force was given a week off in order to celebrate and have some down time before the next mission.

one thing you’d noticed, is that no one really seemed to be in high spirits. and that just didn’t sit right with you. since having no one to celebrate christmas with after your family’s passing, you jumped at the opportunity to celebrate with your boys.

the whole week leading up to one of your favorite holidays was spent decorating, baking, and making gifts.

the boys had thoroughly enjoyed your baking. even going as far as to ask for more, which you happily obliged to.

a consistent smell of cinnamon and pine roamed each hallway. really setting the mood for the season.

lights covered the halls, and garland hung at each doorway. a tree was thrown up in the corner of the commons as well.

soap was the most excited when he saw the decorations lining the walls. he said something along the lines, “aye! look at all this! grim, you did this?”

to which you simply smiled and nodded before hurrying back to your quarters to finish their presents.

the day of christmas, you’d made a big breakfast for everyone. being up around 0430 to finish it before ghost got up at 0600.

the food was devoured. soap eating loudly as usual, and price scolding him for being gross.

gaz had left you a seat to his left so you could eat with them.

“grim, this is really good. thanks, kid!” he pat you on the shoulder, tossing a smile in your direction.

“i, uh, i actually have another surprise for you guys once you’re done eating.” a sheepish smile spread across your sleep puffy face.

they each turned to look at you before shoveling the rest of their food in their mouths.

they followed you to the commons, where presents lay under the tree. four of them, to be exact.

“you bought us something? why’d you do that?” price borderline scolded you.

“i didn’t! i made them.” another sheepish smile stretching on your face.

“you didn’t have to, you know?” ghost spoke up behind you.

“well, duh. i just wanted to do something nice for you lot. it was so boring and plain in here anyways.” you shrugged them off.

you told them to sit, which they did quickly, and made your way to pass out the presents.

“can you guys open them all at once? i want this to go quickly.” nerves had started to creep up your spine.

what if they didn’t like them?

or what if they thought it was dumb?

“yeah, sure kid.”

they tore into the wrapping paper.

ghost held up a balaclava that made of a thick material with a thin woolen lining for the cold season. a rough stitch was holding it together, showing the hard work you’d put into it.

price grabbed onto a small wooden box that had four slots to hold his cigars that you hated so much. it was stained a dark color, and he realized you’d gone to storage to find wood that wasn’t being used.

soap held up a small notebook. it was rough around the edges, but the binding was solid. the paper was thick enough to pain on it without it bleeding through. he wondered how long this took to make.

and gaz threw on a crocheted beanie you’d made just a few days ago. it was black, and fuzzy on the inside. the yarn was thick and warm, for when you were out on a mission or having another snowball fight in the field behind base.

“you made this? all of this?” soap’s finger made a circle, pointing to everything in their hands. his mouth held open in shock.

“yeah! i wanted it to be something you’d need, but not cheap and from a store where you can get like five of them.” you’d shrugged.

“i really like this! it’s fuzzy, and my ears are warm. thanks grim!” gaz threw an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to his side.

“yeah, it’s definitely not cheap. why’d you make this, though? you hate my bloody cigars. think i’ll die sooner, or something.” price rose an eyebrow at you.

“well, if i can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. or whatever.” you smiled.

ghost sighed, “kid, these are cool and all, but we didn’t get you anything.”

“i don’t care! i don’t want anything.”

“are you sure? feel like an ass now.”

“actually, there is one thing i really need. and only you lot can get it.”

“what?”

“CHRISTMAS MOVIE MARATHON!”

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a/n: i’m sorry this sucks 😭 i’ll try to get something better out soon!

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dinas-a-bird · 1 year

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A Rocky Start - 1

Pairing: Ellie Williams x fem!reader

Warnings: mean!Ellie (at the start), modern college AU, Ellie is handsome because I say so

Summary: You start college and meet your roommate, Ellie Williams.

Word Count: 957

two three four

A/N: Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes, I already have this entire fic written but I'm not going to post it all at the same time... sorry 😅

It is a hot August day as you step out of your parents' car and look up at the towering buildings of your new home for the next four years - college. You had dreamed of this moment for so long, imagining all the new experiences, new people, and the newfound freedom. As you hoist your backpack on your shoulder and make your way towards the dorms, you can’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves.

The campus is buzzing with activity as students and their families scurry around, hauling boxes, and saying goodbye to loved ones. You make your way to the check-in desk where you are greeted by a friendly-faced orientation leader who hands you your room key and a map of the campus.

You take in a deep breath and make your way to your new room, unlocking the door and stepping inside. It is small and sparse, but it will be home for the next few months. You start to unpack your belongings, feeling a little lonely and overwhelmed.

Suddenly, there is a loud knock at the door. You look up to see a girl with short auburn hair standing there, her arms crossed over her chest. "Hey, you're the new girl, right?" she says bluntly.

You nod, your mouth going dry. God she’s handsome. "Yeah, this is my first semester. My name's y/n."

She rolls her eyes. "I'm Ellie. Just so you know, I don't do the whole 'welcome wagon' thing. So don't expect any baked goods or any of that crap."

You raise your eyebrows. "Okay...I'll keep that in mind. You're my roommate then?"

Ellie nods, pushing past you and plopping down on her own bed, not bothering to introduce herself further. You don’t know what to make of her, but one thing was clear - she isn’t going to make your transition into college life easy.

You start to feel a knot forming in your stomach, wondering how you're going to survive the next few months with this girl as your roommate. You decide to try and break the tension by starting a conversation.

"So, what are you studying?" you ask, sitting down on your own bed.

Ellie gives you a look of annoyance. "Astronomy and Astrophysics. What about you?"

"I'm undeclared at the moment," you reply, feeling a little embarrassed.

Ellie scoffs. "Figures. Well, good luck with that. College is tough, and if you don't know what you want to do, you're screwed."

You start to feel even more intimidated by Ellie's blunt demeanor. "Is it okay if I put up some pictures on the wall?" you ask, trying to change the subject.

Ellie shrugs. "I don't care. Just don't make it look like a kindergarten classroom."

You try to ignore her attitude and start unpacking your pictures and posters. As you start to decorate your side of the room, you notice that Ellie is staring at you.

"What?" you ask, feeling self-conscious.

Ellie shrugs. "It's just weird seeing someone actually care about how their room looks. Most people just throw their crap around and call it a day."

You start to feel a glimmer of hope that maybe you and Ellie can find some common ground. "Yeah, I just want it to feel like home, you know?"

Ellie nods, her expression softening slightly. "I get that. Home is important."

You smile, feeling a little more at ease. "So, do you have any tips for surviving college?"

Ellie leans back on her bed, looking thoughtful. "Yeah, don't drink too much, don't procrastinate, and don't rely on anyone else to do your work for you."

You nod, taking in her advice. "Thanks, that's good to know. So, do you have any plans for the weekend?"

Ellie shrugs. "Not really. Maybe hit up a party or two. You?"

You shake your head. "I don't really know anyone yet."

Ellie raises an eyebrow. "Well, we can't have that, can we? Have to change that soon."

You can't help but feel a little surprised by her sudden change in attitude. "Yeah, that would be nice. How do you usually meet people?"

Ellie smirks. "Parties are always a good bet. But if that's not your scene, there are other ways. Join a club, volunteer, or just strike up a conversation with someone in class."

You nod, "Thanks, I appreciate it."

Ellie nods in response, her eyes scanning your side of the room. "So, what else do you like? Any hobbies, interests?"

You think for a moment before answering. "I like reading, listening to music, and watching movies. And I've always been interested in writing, but I'm not very good at it."

Ellie raises an eyebrow. "You should join the writing club on campus. I heard they're pretty good."

You feel a spark of excitement at the suggestion. "Really? That sounds cool. Do you think they would let me join even though I'm not majoring in English or anything?"

Ellie rolls her eyes. "Of course, they would. They're not that exclusive. Just go to one of their meetings and see if it's something you're interested in."

You nod, feeling a sense of motivation to try something new. "Thanks, Ellie. I think I'll do that."

Ellie nods in response before checking her phone. "Hey, I gotta run. I have a meeting with my advisor in ten minutes. Talk later?"

You smile and nod, feeling grateful for the unexpected conversation. "Sure, sounds good. Thanks again."

As Ellie exits the room, relief washes over you. Maybe you and your new roommate could find some common ground after all. You finish up decorating your side of the room and take a moment to sit back and take it all in. It's not much, but it's a start.

#ellie williams x y/n #ellie tlou2 #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #ellie williams x female y/n #ellie williams x female reader #female y/n #female reader #reader insert #y/n #dinas-a-bird

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chrisevansonly · 1 year

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*Le Gasp* is momma pregnant again!! Oh my goodness what was Chris reaction to the second pregnancy!

Baby Ducks

Chris Evans x Wife!Reader (Little Duck AU🐥💛)

Summary: What's better than one duckling? Two of them, and with the help of Arlie, the Evan's family just grew by 1 more little Duckie

Warnings: non, just fluffy sweet adorableness, Arlie is a sweet bean

A/N: surprise everyone...the Evans family is growing <3

Word Count: 1,074

For the past couple weeks you'd been feeling a little off, and being someone who was so in tune with their body, it wasn't hard to guess what could be the reason. Whether it was your sudden irritability to the smallest things, your stomach hating the though of certain foods or your sensitive and slightly painful breasts, you determined it might be a good time to take a pregnancy test. You and Chris had been talking about having another baby over the past few years, and with Arlie turning four in a couple months, you'd argue it was essentially the perfect time to add another baby Evans to the mix. You eventually psyched yourself up and wandered into the bathroom to grab one of the many extra tests you had around after a few pregnancy situations

“Whatever happens, it’ll be okay”

You said that to yourself twice, a mantra you had with Chris when you were trying for Arlie Mae. Once you took the test you set it down and made a timer for 3 minutes, as per the instructions on the box. As you sat in the bathroom you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face, the thoughts of two little ducks running around and experiencing life together was enough to bring early tears to your eyes. Taking a deep breath when the timer went off you stood up and looked at the test, a hand covering your mouth when you saw the very clear pregnant 4+ on the screen.

You were having another baby.

You’d spend about 4 days getting ready to tell Chris, who luckily hadn’t figured out anything was wrong, and of course you got Arlie to help you with the surprise

“Arlie baby?”

You wandered down the hall to her playroom where you could hear blocks being built

“In here momma!”

Her little voice called back to you as you found your way to the door, her face scrunched in concentration as she attempted to build a massive tower out of rainbow build blocks

“Hi little duck, that’s a nice tower”

“Thank you, momma, is so big!”

You laughed

“It sure is, think you can pause and help me with something?”

She paused her movements nodding her head and smiling, she loved helping you with everything, whether it was baking, feeding the ducks out back or helping you put away groceries

“I can help momma!”

You chuckled at her enthusiasm reaching for her hand before bringing her into your bedroom, a yellow t-shit lying flat on your comforter

“Okay, momma has something to tell you, but we can’t tell daddy, okay?”

“Like a ‘supise?”

You smiled kissing her forehead

“Yeah baby, a surprise”

You picked up the shirt and kneeled down to her height, getting her to put it on, it had two ducklings on the front of it and said “Duckling Number Two on The Way, Big Sister Arlie” in black writing, with a thick enough font to read it without any issues

“Do you remember when we talked about brothers and sisters? How momma carried you in my belly?”

Arlie nodded waiting for you to continue

“Well, you’re going to be a big sister Arlie, momma’s got a little baby in her tummy right now”

You watched the gears turn in her little head as she thought over what you said before giggling excitedly, reaching to put her hands on your still flat stomach

“There a baby in here momma?”

Her eyes were full of curiosity, and you just about cried watching her hug your waist to press her ear to listen

“Yeah honey, there is, your little brother or sister”

“I love ‘em momma”

You wrapped your arms around her and pressed a kiss to her cheek

“Oh, you’re so sweet my little duck, come on, we have to go show daddy your shirt”

That caught her attention, and she clapped her hands leaving your room with you in tow behind her. Chris was down in the kitchen figuring out lunch for his two girls when he heard the familiar sound of her feet on the hardwood

“Daddy!!!”

Arlie rounded the corner, and you stood back, remaining by the entryway to the kitchen, a bright smile on Chris’s face when you both entered the room

“Hey little duck! Whatcha been up too baby?”

Arlie giggled before standing in front of him

“Me and momma have ‘supise for you!”

“Oh really?”

He looked up to you and sent you a wink, you were trying to hold back tears at this point, the excitement coursing through you

“Show him your shirt Arlie”

Arlie looked down at her shirt, pulling it out a bit for him to read it, as soon as he did, his head snapped up and his gaze met yours, tears finally making their way down your cheeks

“You’re kidding!”

“Surprise handsome...”

Arlie looked between her parents before letting out a squeal

“Momma has a baby in her belly daddy!”

Chris bent down to pick her up and press a kiss to her cheeks, holding her close as he made his way to you

“She does huh? You’re gonna be a big sister aren’t you little duck”

When Chris made it to you, he pulled you into his chest, hugging you tightly to him, pulling back to press a firm kiss to your lips, he was over the moon, a second baby with the woman of his dreams?

“I can’t believe it angel, another baby…”

You let out a tearful laugh, wiping your eyes, Arlie’s hand coming to do the same thing, which only made you want cry more

“I love you…I can’t wait to experience this with you Chris”

He kissed your forehead, still trying to wrap his head around the news

“I love you too, both of my girls, we’re gonna have another baby!”

Arlie laughed when Chris started peppering both yours and her face with kisses, his beard tickling your skin, the three of you enjoying being this close to one another, sharing the joy in the moment before Arlie spoke up

“Momma and daddy got two duckies now!”

Laughter filled the kitchen, and you held Arlie close to you, she was right, you two had your first little duck, and now you were getting another one. Four years after the light of your life came into the world you were now celebrating the impending arrival of the second. The rest of the day spent sharing stories of baby Arlie, looking through albums, and of course the resurrection of overprotective dad to be Chris, though in your opinion, he never really left.

#little duck au💛🐥#little duck 💛🐥#chris evans x reader #chris evans x arlie mae #momma x arlie mae #chris evans x little duck💛🐥#momma x little duck 💛🐥#chris evans x wife reader #chris evans x pregnant!reader #chris evans au #chris evans imagine #chris evans fic #little duck head cannons🐥💛#rueswrites #chris evans & momma evans #chris evans x momma evans

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lilyginnyblackv2 · 1 year

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Kazuki Adapting to Miri - SPOILERS!

Towards the end of Episode 4, after they go to the cheap store aimed at goods for kids and parents, we see Miri come up to Kazuki with a light green sweater with two pink strips in the center. She then asks, ”Papa, can I wear this tomorrow?”

She never did this with all the fancy clothes that he bought previously. She was dazzled by them, for sure, but we never saw her actually gravitate towards one of the clothing items he bought from all those brand name stores.

And this makes sense, because the outfit we saw Miri wearing at the end of the episode:

Is similar in style to the outfit they found her in (the one we see her wearing in the first image, her staple orange sweater, beige shorts, and black leggings outfit). That’s what she likes best.

I’ve seen some people being a bit critical of the message of this episode in regards to Miri and her clothes. And I do get those criticisms that the episode shouldn’t be forcing conformity, but rather acceptance of differences, but I think the thing here is that Miss Anna, and maybe even some of the parents (or even some of the children, if they are bit older than Miri) could pick up on the fact that Miri wasn’t being authentic in those clothes.

Of course, her desire to play with the other kids were 100% authentic, but the image she was portraying wasn’t authentic to her in the slightest. It was Kazuki forcing an image on her (and Rei). This episode was just as much about Miri’s struggle to adjust to daycare, as it was about Kazuki learning to adjust to the world of children and parenthood.

It’s like the whole thing with the hamburg steak. He tries to impress Miri with a hamburg steak that has a more adult tastebuds, but Miri likes one that fits her child tastebuds better. We even see this with the lunch he made for her (like look at that thing, it is MASSIVE, lmao).

In Japan, mothers trying to one-up each other with lunch box art, cooking skills, and etc. often times occurs, which is why something like a general kyuushoku (or school lunch) may be put into place. Since it would eliminate that competitive nature and have actual nutritionists create meals that would be balanced, healthy, and fitting to a child’s taste buds. Kazuki here was just trying to impress and show-off. Like, Miri does like his cooking well enough, but she seems to prefer his baking and sweets more. I bet, if Miri had actually eaten that lunch box of Kazuki’s, most of it would have been stuff she wouldn’t like or maybe not even touch.

(I have 100% seen this happen, since the daycare I worked had students bring bento - lots of times there would be things that really weren’t fitting to a child’s taste buds or stuff like salmon with the BONES left in - for like a four year old - I shit you not, one time a parent did that! I about died when I realized that).

Kazuki’s lunch box would have likely caused a similar situation or issue. 💀

Anyway, can a child have more adult-like tastebuds and a more adult-based sense of style? Sure! And if Miri was that type of child, then she should have been allowed to express that, but she wasn’t. She isn’t.

This episode was highlighting the idea of a parent learning to center the child, rather than themself (Kazuki assuming that Miss Anna was also asking him about his name and age in the interview is another example of this) and to adapt to the child, rather than have the child adapt to them - the adult. It was also about Kazuki and Rei learning about practicality and affordability - where to find those things and how to utilize them - to make their parenting experience easier to navigate.

Also, I’m fairly certain that the store they are imitating here is Nishimatsuya:

#Buddy Daddies #Kazuki Kurusu #Miri Unasaka #Anna Hanyu #BD spoilers #Buddy Daddies spoilers #meta post #image heavy post #long post #thought post

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im-a-marvel-ous-hoe · 5 months

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Under The Mistletoe | Bucky Barnes (6th Day of 🎄)

(Credit to the owner of this pic!)

We are officially half way done! I’m havin’ a blast writing these and I hope y’all are enjoying reading ‘em! 🤭

Christmas Masterlist <- check out my other holiday fics!

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“Hey, doll! Sorry I’m a little late!” I heard the front door open and the ruffle of bags as Bucky walked straight in. “The apple cider was on sale so I just had to get another bottle and the traffic back was… wow.”

Bucky stood by the door in awe as he took in the view in front of him. His two favorite girls were putting up the Christmas ornaments on the tree while soft music played in the background. Lights were already hung up and the smell of baked goods made him want to float gently in the air and be guided towards their sweet goodness like an animated character his daughter likes to make him watch with her.

Alpine was the first to greet him as our daughter Grace was quick to walk over to him. “Daddy! You’re back! Look what we did!” He bent down to place the grocery bags on the floor and pet our fur baby before lifting Grace up in his arms. “I can see that, sweetheart.” She wrapped her arms around his neck as he held her up and brought her up to his chest.

“It looks amazing!” He placed a kiss on her cheek as she let out a laugh. “Hey, doll.” He smiled as we walked closer to me with our daughter in our arms. “Hey, you.” He leaned in and gave me a kiss as Grace turned her body towards his chest and whined. “Eeewww!” I chuckled against his lips and pulled away.

“Aww, is my little munchkin feelin’ left out?” He turned towards her and placed kisses all over her face. She squirmed in his arms and let out a squeal of laughter, telling her daddy that boys have cooties. “Except daddy! You’re not allowed to date or kiss anyone ‘till you’re 50.” He laughed and placed her back down on the floor as she walked over to the box of ornaments.

He turned his attention back towards me and did a quick look around the room. “You put all these decorations up real quick. Who named you Santa’s number one helper?” He joked as I smiled up at him. “I am a black belt in decorating.”

“Hmm.” He chuckled and took off his jacket, placing it somewhere in our living room, walked behind me so my back was to his front and gave me a hug. “Ya putin’ up the last touches on the tree?” I nodded and tilted my head so it was against his chin. “What do ya think?”

“It’s perfect.” I turned to look up at him and saw him already staring at me. “You’re so cheesy.”

“Shut up, you know you love it.” I chuckled and pulled out of his embrace and looked down at my phone for the time. “I’ll be right back, I gotta go get the cookies out of the oven. Can you please close up the box and help look for the star?”

He nodded and waved me off. “I got it, doll. You go take care of those cookies.” I smiled and walked into our kitchen, immediately grabbing the oven mitts. My mouth watered at the smell of the baked goods and couldn’t wait to take a bite. I slipped the gloves on, bent down and opened the oven.

The heat wave hit me before the intensity of the smell did. I reached in and grabbed the cookie tray, taking it out and closing the oven door behind me with my hip. I placed the tray on top of the stove and turned off the oven. I stood and took a good look at the sweets in front of me and sighed in content.

I reached for a spatula I left on the counter top and grabbed a plate big enough to place cookies on to help cool down. I began scooping them up and carefully placing them down on the plate. I softly hummed along to the Christmas music playing in the living room until I finished.

While I let the cookies cool down, I decided to make some hot chocolate. I grabbed the milk from the fridge and poured four cups into an empty pot to warm up. Once that got started, I walked over to the pantry and searched for the tablets of chocolate de abuelita. I lifted the small box up to my nose and took a whiff, the smell automatically transporting me to when I was a kid and my abuela would make this during the cold seasons.

I opened the wrapper and grabbed the tablet inside and dropped it into the small pot. I whisked until it completely dissolved and became frothy. Since we didn’t have any cinnamon sticks in the house to cook along with the seasonal drink, I reached for the next best thing – cinnamon powder, and added some into the mixture.

When the hot chocolate was done, I walked over to the cabinets and grabbed three mugs. Using a ladle, I poured the drink into the cups and set them down on the table. I grabbed the baked goods and set them in the middle, ready to eat.

“Cookies are done!” I yelled out and was soon greeted with the sound of feet running and giggling. Grace was the first one in and Bucky followed right after, his hands behind his back as he strolled in. “Mmmm!” Grace licked her lips and pulled out a chair to sit down on. I grabbed two cookies and placed them down in front of her along with her hot chocolate.

Bucky reached down for his drink and grabbed it, bringing it up to his lips and softly blew on it before taking a sip. “Mmmm indeed, sweetheart.” He smiled as she took a bite out of her cookie.

I leaned in to grab a cookie, unaware of Bucky’s arm that stood up straight between the two of us. His head tilted up as he called me. “Doll?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s that?”

“What’s what?” I leaned back and saw him looking up. I followed his gaze and noticed he was holding a mistletoe above our heads. A smile instantly etched its way onto my face as I glanced back at him and saw a cheeky shit eating grin on his.

“And where exactly did you find this?”

“In one of the boxes while looking for the star. I was waiting for you to come back so I could use it on you, but after 10 minutes, I figured you were busy and would just wait until you called for me.. and you did.”

His smile never left his face as he told me of his discovery. “C’mon, doll.. it’s tradition.”

I chuckled and leaned up, planting a kiss on his lips as his free hand reached for my waist to bring me closer to him. I placed my hand on his chest and smiled against him, loving the cheesy romantic thing couples do during the holidays.

“Mama! No! You’ll get cooties!” I heard our daughter exclaim and I pulled away laughing and shaking my head. “Hey, daddy doesn’t have cooties! Isn’t that right, mama?” Bucky looked down at me and smiled.

“Tell Grace that her daddy is safe! Only other boys have cooties, not me.”

“No, mama! Don’t listen to him! All boys have them!”

“Not me!”

“Yuh – huh!”

“Y/N!”

“Mama!”

I stood there in amusement and simply reached down for my hot chocolate and took a sip. “I don’t know who to believe.” They both tried stating their cases while I watched in bewilderment.

“Grace, baby, I’m just showing mama how much I love her!” She covered her mouth and shook her head, laughing. “I kissed you on the cheek earlier and you didn’t say ‘eww’! Why is it ‘eww’ now?”

“‘Cause you kissed mama on the mouth! You told me all boys have cooties!”

“That’s right! But — ”

“You’re a boy!”

I almost spit out my drink laughing, watching as our daughter stumped her father. His eyes widened, clearly not expecting for that comment to backfire towards him.

“Wha.. no, wait a minute! I didn’t mean it like that!”

“So getting kisses from boys is okay now?” I asked, joining in on the teasing. He looked back at me and raised his eyebrows, pointing a finger my way.

“You’re not helping me out here!”

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I hope y’all liked it! Please let me know your thoughts! Likes, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated!

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky imagine #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes christmas #mistletoe #marvel christmas #marvel fics #marvel #bucky christmas imagine #christmas imagine

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 11 months

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Hello! I saw that you're reopening requests, so here's mine!

Since father's day is around the corner can I request a god x reader where their kids surprise their father with gifts and goodies for fathers day? (Hades, Thor, and Buddha) I just imagine Buddha being gifted a gift basket of his favorite snacks and homemade sweets from his beloved and kids. Thank you!

-He woke as soon as you stirred, his arms pulling you to him, to hug you close which made you hum quietly in content, snuggling with your husband for a few minutes.

-When you pulled back, you pecked his forehead gently, “Stay in bed and don’t get up. Pretend you’re still asleep.” He was confused by your command, but did as you asked, after pulling in for a proper kiss.

-He heard his children moments later, twins, a boy and a girl, giggling as they ran down the hall to the kitchen, hearing your light footsteps behind them, it sounded almost like they were plotting something.

-Smells of his favorite breakfast filled his nose and he inhaled deeply, a smile appearing on his lips as he heard the three of you puttering around in the kitchen, his children helping you cook.

-He heard the footsteps coming to the bedroom and pretended to be asleep before the door opened and he heard two little voices, “Daddy-daddy!!”

-He rolled over, gathering them into his arms, hugging them close as you walked in, carrying a breakfast tray for breakfast in bed as they beamed up at him, “Happy Father’s Day!”

-Hades- He paused for a moment before looking at the calendar, realizing it was indeed Father’s Day and he pecked them both on their cheeks, “Thank you my loves.” Your daughter was holding a card that she and her brother made themselves, looking pretty good for a pair of four-year-olds, while your son held a gift box. Hades smiled warmly, seeing a brand new pen before he attacked his children with kisses, making you giggle as you set the tray down on the nightstand before your daughter turned, “You have a present too, right mommy?” you smiled and pulled out what looked to be another pen gift box and Hades was confused before he opened the box, his eyes going huge, seeing a positive pregnancy test. He looked at you, eyes wide before he was blinded by a camera flash, your son getting the photo of the moment. Breakfast was paused for a moment as you sat on the bed, listening to Hades chase your twins around the house, the two of them playing keep-away with the camera. You knew he was happy, hearing him laugh as you sighed softly, feeling content.

-Thor- He smiled softly, pecking each of his children on the cheek before pecking you on the cheek, thank you all as you set the tray on his lap and he smiled. He knew you were making his favorites, but to see it, seeing that his children helped you with it, it made him so happy. He ate quietly while you kept your children entertained, smiling gently down at them as your daughter beamed, “Did we surprise you, papa?” he chuckled, ruffling your hair before your son spoke, “We have a present for you, but it’s in the backyard!” Thor was a little confused, looking at you as you smiled before you told them to go and get dressed and they ran out, giggling. Once he was finished and you both were dressed, he closed his eyes, hunching over to let his children guide him to the backyard, but you had your hands on his waist, keeping him from bumping into things. When Thor opened his eyes, finding a large picnic set up, complete with games, he softened, he adored playing with his children, it was the highlight of his day as he smiled, kneeling to hug them both, thanking them before they ran off to play and joined you on the blanket, laying his head in your lap, relaxing.

-Buddha- His eyes widened at the huge basket the twins were carrying, full of his favorite snacks, baked goods, and candies, he threw his hands up, a huge smile on his face, “I love it!!” they beamed, leaving the basket on the bed to pounce on their father, hugging him as he laughed warmly. To keep them busy while Buddha ate, seeing your soufflé pancakes with fresh fruit, you asked them to open the basket and tell him all of the different snacks the three of you had stuffed into it. Once his meal was finished you set the tray off to the side before you gave a small smile to your children who lit up, your daughter speaking first, “Mommy has a present for you too!” your son nodded, his hands on his hips, “Yeah it’s a big one!” Buddha looked over at you, confused, and his confusion only grew as you handed him a pen gift box. He opened it and instantly his jaw dropped, turning to you, tears appearing in his eyes, “Really?!” you giggled, allowing yourself to be embraced, with your children quickly joining in, “I am, it will be right around the holidays.” He inhaled deeply, so happy, he had a wonderful family, a tasty gift to enjoy, and a new bundle of joy on the way. Best Father’s Day ever!

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror hades #ror thor #ror buddha

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momowritings · 13 days

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Love Bites pt. 4

Cute little babies in cute little Halloween costumes

Baker Fem Reader x Toji Fushiguro

word ct: 15.1k, 11 Chapters

Preview: When everyone’s attention is focused on the glittering light show Megumi looks back at his dad, and sees that you are standing much closer to him than before. He squints, noticing that you have your pinkies entwined together before fully enclosing each other’s hands...

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Chapter Four: Apple Cider

“Rina, you lied to me. You make it sound like you teach the spawns of satan but all these kids look absolutely adorable.”

“They are spawns of satan,” Rina hisses quietly, making sure no other teachers can hear her. You shake your head in disbelief. “Of course they are on their best behavior now. Nobody wants ISS.”

“Well I think that they are adorable. I mean, there’s mini Princess Tiana and tiny Jack Sparrow. That’s a crossover I never thought I would see,” You point at the kids who came dressed up for the fall festival. There were different booths open, from games, to food, to arts and crafts, and apparently the school had a special surprise as the finale.

“I guess they’re not all bad,” Rina grumbles.

Three kids walked up to Reyna’s booth, their costumes bringing a bright smile to her face. The child in the middle looked familiar to you but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

“And what can I get the vampire queen, Frankenstein, and the werewolf today? I have caramel brownie bites, mini cinnamon rolls, and peppermint bark. Oh, and I also have apple cider,” you display.

“I’m Frankenstein’s monster. Mary Shelley never gave the monster a name,” says the kid in the middle. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“You’ve read Frankenstein already? I didn’t have to read that until high school,” you blink. The little kid just shrugs his shoulders.

“How much do we have to pay you? I would like some brownie bites,” says the vampire queen. She has a hand held mirror and checks her fangs in it.

“It’s all free. Just let me know what you want.”

“Then I want one of everything and some cider!” Says the werewolf.

“Yuji, leave some for other people.”

“What? She said it’s free,” Yuji looks back at you and you nod your head. “See Nobara!”

“Fine. I’d like to have a brownie bite and peppermint bark then. What about you, Megumi?”

Megumi was about to order until he read your apron. It was the same flourish of cursive letters that he had seen on the boxes his dad brought home. His eyes narrow suspiciously, pointing his finger at your clothes.

“Are you the owner of Love Bites?”

You chuckle nervously. “Yes…why?”

“And you’re dressed like a witch?”

“The Wicked Witch of the West, yes.”

“Megumi, you might be right. She really did curse your dad,” Yuji says with a mouth full of brownies. Megumi scowls at him, but his face looks so much like his father that you had to hold back a laugh.

“So you’re Toji’s son? It’s lovely to meet you. I promise, I did not curse your dad to be a slave to my baked goods.”

“Yeah. You haven’t given him your cookie yet,” Rina whispers in your ear, making you smack her arm.

“My dad was eating a jelly donut once, your jelly donut. He has never eaten those before. The jelly fell on his pants, and he just stared at it for a really long time. I think the sugar is rotting his brain since he keeps on going back to buy more.”

You snort but you couldn’t get mad at the child. He says everything so matter-of-factly you almost felt compelled to agree with him. “How about you taste one of my treats and you can come to your own conclusion?”

Megumi narrows his eyes again, but the pretty lady didn’t set off any alarms in his head. He takes a caramel brownie bite and takes his time to really chew it. You, Rina, Yuji, and Nobara stand in anticipation as you await Megumi’s verdict. After what seemed to be ages Megumi swallows and looks back to you. You lean in close when he opens his mouth to sigh.

“I don’t hate it.”

You turn and high five Rina while Nobara hands Yuji a one dollar bill. “I told you he would like her eventually,” he smirks. Nobara shakes her head in despair and clings to Megumi’s shoulder. “What happened to your cold heart? I just lost money because you want to be nice.”

“I may be a hater but I won’t be a liar,” Megumi grumbles, taking a cup of apple cider to wash down the snack.

“I’m glad that you liked it,” you swell, and Megumi really couldn’t get himself to dislike the mystery baker lady like he had planned to.

“Megumi, there you are!” Huffed Toji. He was in his customary black suit, except his hair was pushed back and you couldn’t help but to stare. Toji’s eyes bounced between Megumi and Reyna, and then to you and Rina, then back to Megumi. He nods to you before turning his attention back to his kid.

“The fireworks are about to start,” Toji said carefully. “Let’s go get a good spot.”

Megumi could tell the nervous look in his father’s eyes as he looked at you like he wanted to say something but couldn’t. Frankenstein’s monster turned to look at you. “Do you want to come with us?”

You start to decline but Rina jumps in. “I’ll take it from here. I’m not a fan of fireworks and I see them every year. Go, have some fun,” she winks.

You look at Toji and he looks hopeful. He sees her wearing the earmuffs and beanie that he had bought you a week before and he smiles . Not a wide, opened mouth smile, but you have studied his facial expressions long enough to know that he was beyond happy and you blush, following them to an open spot on the field. The kids trail in front of the two adults and whisper among themselves.

“Megumi, your dad should be holding her hand. Why isn’t he doing that?” Nobara hisses.

“He’s a slowpoke that’s why. Why do you even care?”

“She’s pretty and she can bake. We’d be dumb not to like her,” Yuji answers. Megumi scowls at them but before he can answer the fireworks start.

When everyone’s attention is focused on the glittering light show Megumi looks back at his dad, and sees that you are standing much closer to him than before. He squints, noticing that you have your pinkies entwined together before fully enclosing each other’s hands, and when Toji’s eyes fall on his son’s, he gives a father a sharp nod before turning back to listen to his friends try to shout louder than the fireworks.

<<< Chapter One

<<< Chapter Two

<<<Chapter Three

Chapter Five>>>

#momowritings #minimoe #black fem reader #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #jjk toji #jjk fanfic #jjk #toji fushiguro x reader #dilf toji #kid megumi #bakery au #everybody is alive and happy here #toji fluff #toji x you

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youre-ackermine · 4 months

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Belated birthday

Characters: Levi Ackerman / Hange Zoe

Wordcount: 1160 approx.

Modern AU / SFW / established relationship / non-binary Hange / swearwords

Walking back home through the park was not so bad after all, Levi thought to himself. He had been reluctant to Hange's suggestion at first, arguing that the pie would never be baked by tea time.

They had already wasted enough time wandering among the stalls at the farmers' market to purchase some veggies after lunch, he had argued. But of course they could never take 'no' for an answer, could they?

So they had insisted, all puppy eyes and irritating whines, tugging his coat sleeve, begging him between kisses on his cheeks or neck, squeezing his arm between theirs.

And obviously they had pestered the shit out of him until he gave in, frowning in annoyance and rubbing his temples as he felt the headache coming.

When he thought about it, Hange’s beaming smile had been worth the relinquishment, lighting up their face and making his heart melt in the process. And strolling through the park together arm in arm only added to the warmth that started to spread in his chest, reviving the memory of their first date one fall years ago.

Rays of pale sunlight played through the russet foliage, piercing the light mist. A swift gust raised a whirlwind of fallen leaves every once in a while, scattering them across the path. Levi took a deep breath, taking in the relaxing quietness of early Saturday afternoon, relishing in the sweet undergrowth smell of the earth.

The crisp autumn air stung his ears and the tip of his nose but Levi couldn't care less, not when he felt the gentle touch of Hange's warm body pressed against his side as they walked. Not when their eyes sparkled with sheer joy as they babbled about how beautiful the elms and maples were this time of the year. Not when they squeezed his arm as they pointed out a squirrel hopping from branch to branch.

“...and the way their eyes are positioned allows them to see behind them, can you believe it, Shorty?” Hange exclaimed, snapping him off his reverie. “Nature is so fascinating, I’ll never get tired of learning more about it every day of my life!” they enthused.

Every day of my life. The words echoed in Levi’s head and swirled around for a while, leaving a sweet sensation in their wake. He turned to Hange, smiling softly as his gaze wandered over their handsome face. He slowed his steps, gently holding them back and pulled them into him.

They giggled and slid an arm around his neck when he leaned in to kiss them on the lips, a brief and chaste kiss, something featherlight and heartfelt, his eyes fluttering shut for a few seconds. He was caught in the moment, oblivious to the affection he displayed in public, but it felt so right his heart swelled with fondness in his chest.

Snapping out of his trance, he slipped his hand in Hange's, intertwining their fingers, and resumed walking.

“Come on, Four-Eyes, let’s get home before we freeze our asses off!” He blurted out.

Levi was glad they could finally mark Hange’s birthday. Nothing too fancy though, just their friends coming over for tea and apple pie, an opportunity to catch up on each other’s lives, a chance to share a good moment of friendship and show how much they all loved Hange.

Their last project at work had kept them busier than usual, delaying the celebration for weeks. This week-end was the first one in months for them to enjoy free time so, before getting to cook, Levi had insisted Hange settled comfortably on the couch with a soft blanket and the book they bought before coming back home.

Lulled by Hange’s blabbering, Levi had prepared and baked the pie in no time, letting his mind wander to his bedside table. Levi smiled. There, in the drawer, Hange’s birthday gift was nestled between neatly ironed handkerchiefs and a box of mints.

He had bought it on an impulse months ago, his gaze drawn to it as he walked past the store window. It reminded him of the golden amber hue of their eyes, those eyes which held the most beautiful shades of fall, those eyes so entrancing and expressive he could never get tired drowning into.

A slight blush of anticipation crept up his face as he thought about how surprised Hange and their closest friends would be. He imagined their fingers feverishly tearing the pumpkin patterned paper. He imagined them gasping as they opened the small box. He imagined them beaming as they lifted their head to look at him. And the butterflies fluttered in his chest.

“Oh my, it smells so good, Levi!” Hange exclaimed in a cheerful tone as he took the pastry out of the oven, a sweet aroma wafting from the kitchen. “Can I have a teeny-tiny slice, please?” they begged.

“Hell no, Four-Eyes!” he replied without turning back, sliding the cake onto a plate. “It’ll ruin the whole damn pie before anyone can see it!”

“But it’s for my birthday!” they whined.

“I-said-no!” His tone cut short any retort. “Besides, it’s still too hot, tis gonna burn your tongue and shit!”

“You’re not funny, Shorty,” they pouted.

He rolled his eyes. “Sure, Four-Eyes. If you say so.”

Shining spoons and a china sugar bowl elegantly set out on the tray next to the floral patterned tea set, the birthday candles placed on the apple-pie, autumn flowers nicely arranged in a vase… Levi let out a sigh of satisfaction. Everything was ready.

He headed to the bedroom for a quick check in the mirror and opened his drawer to take the wrapped box with a trembling hand. He felt weird. Shy and nervous, giddy and thrilled, wobbly and excited, all of these at the same time.

In a few steps, Levi reached the window, opened it to let the bracing autumn air in. He let his eyes wander over the golden foliage of the trees along the street below and took a deep, invigorating breath.

He had been waiting for this moment for months and now was not the time to flinch. Slipping the gift into his pocket, he pulled himself together and walked back to the kitchen to brew a cup of espresso for Hange.

Levi stopped in his tracks as soon as he glanced into the sitting-room. The autumn sun bathed the room in golden light, softly warming its atmosphere and highlighting Hange's handsome features.

They looked comfortable and relaxed, cozily huddled on the couch, their book now neglected in favor of Sawney. The couple’s ginger cat purred and squirmed shamelessly under Hange’s petting. Their voice was gentle and loving as they cooed to the fur ball, a soft smile spreading over their pretty face.

He took in the endearing sight for a while, relishing in this sweet, heartwarming sensation. In this very moment, looking at his beloved Hange, he finally felt like home.

This is my entry for Eliza's Under the Harvest Moon AOT collab @postwarlevi

Sorry to post it so late!! Technically, it's still fall, right?

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A/N: not beta/proof read - English is not my usual language

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Jack Harlow x Reader : Resting Or Baking?

Every year since you and Jack got together, you would be the ones to host for the holidays. Either back in your hometown, in your first apartment together in Atlanta, back in Miami, to now in your house in Louisville Kentucky.

You would always help out your mother in law, Maggie, with the cooking and setting up, but this year is different. Being as you're pregnant with your second child, your husband requested, no, demanded that you don't do any heavy lifting this year.

He wanted you to be as relaxed as possible, and to sleep in with him since he had just gotten home from doing Jingle-Ball and other media work. But he knows you, and he knows you couldn’t just sit back and do nothing. He knows you wouldn’t leave everything for his mom and your best friend to do.

So it’s no surprise when he walks into the kitchen to find you and your daughter baking up a storm.

“Now what did I say? No cooking this year.” Your husband says standing looking at you with raised eyebrows and his hands on his waist.

You smile, “Technically I’m not cooking.” you dab the batter with your finger to taste “I’m baking.”

He rolls his eyes “Potato, potatoes, same thing to me babe.”

“Mia wanted to bake that cake I made for her birthday, and I found this new recipe that I’m sure will be a hit with everyone.” You tell him.

“Oh so this is your doing Mia?” Jack looks at your daughter and she looks confused. “I thought we had a deal, mommy had to rest today.”

Mia nods “Yes but we wanted cake. Nino Urby loves this cake so we makes it for hims and Nina too.”

You smile and wink at her “Plus we’re almost done, just have to put this in the oven and that’s it.”

He nods “That’s it, no more working tonight ok. We just have to head to moms, eat and open presents, that’s all you’re doing tonight.”

He heads to the refrigerator to get something to drink but he whips his head so fast to look at you “You made 3 of those already?”

You shrug “Those had to be done early, so the cake can absorb all the milks. It had to sit there for four to five hours max.”

Jack groans “I know you love helping and making all these foods and desserts, but baby I wouldn’t be on your ass if the doctor didn’t say you had to have bed rest.”

“Daddy said a naughty word.” Mia chimes in from her spot.

Jacks groans “I’ll pay up in a little Princess, I’m just trying to get my point across to your stubborn momma.”

You nod and smile, “Let’s be honest, you wouldn’t have let me do a thing even if the doctor didn’t say anything. But I promise I’m good. Mia helped a lot.”

“Okay so what’s next? I know that the batch you just put into the oven will have to have some kind of toppings. So tell me and I’ll help.”

“You know me so well. It needs to cool down and then cut them into squares, and place lechera and fruit on top.”

He nods “I’ll do that, meanwhile why don’t you and Mia sit down and try doing that gingerbread house.”

Mia gasps, “Oh my gingerbread house, yes please momma can we makes it?”

“Yes bug, go take it to the table while I tell daddy how to decorate the treats.”

You watch Mia run to the table and start opening the box. You turn to face your husband, “I know you’re worried but I promise I’m fine.”

You grab his hand and place it on your belly, “We’re both fine.”

“I know you are, but I rather you just sit back and relax. You’ve been up and down non stop and I know I’ve been away, and it’s not easy with a toddler, a toddler who’s on her terrible twos.”

“You’ve been working so it’s totally understandable bubs. But I promise after Christmas I’ll try, key word, try to relax.”

He shakes his head, “You have no choice mama, I’m taking some time off and I’ll be here helping with the little princess over there. Plus the little guy is ready to come out, I need to be here and on time whenever he does come.”

You nod and try to reach his lips for a kiss, but because of your belly you can’t. “Come down here.” you tell him pouting.

That has Jack chuckling but does as you ask and gives you a kiss.

“Ughh, this not working guys.”

You both turn around to see your daughter struggling with her gingerbread house.

She goes to stick two pieces together, which stay on “YAAAY, I dids it.” But as soon as she says that, the pieces fall off. “Ughh you dumb butt.”

“Alize Mia Harlow.” Jack warns.

She looks up at him “Huh?”

“You said a naughty word.”

She furrows her eyebrows, “But tio Clay-Clay says it’s not really a naughty word.”

“Well I guess I have to have a quick talk with your uncle. But that is a naughty word, so you know the deal.”

She rolls her eyes, “Fine and I sorry.” She gets up from the table and makes her way to the living room but comes back just as quick and hands Jack a dollar.

“Thank you, no more naughty words young lady.”

Whenever an adult is around her and they say a bad word, they have to put a dollar in her swear jar. But whenever Mia is caught saying one, she needs to pay Jack a dollar from her swear jar.

Granted, she hardly even says bad words but when she does it’s usually when she can’t get her way. She’s stubborn and has no patience, just like her mother.

“Hey.” Jack says to break you out from your thoughts.

“Hmm, yes?”

“I have one of your presents that I need you to open.”

“Bubs, why not until later when we’re with everyone.”

“I can’t hide it, it came at the last minute.”

You nod “Okay.”

He grabs Mia, and he leads you towards the entrance of the house.

“Babe, why are we going outside?”

“You’ll see.”

When you go outside, you’re met with your brother in law and see a huge box in the middle of the driveway.

You turn to look at your husband. “Jackman, am I about to cry?”

He shrugs. “You know how you said you’ve always wanted to be a mom and have lots of kids?”

You nod, “Six kids, three boys and three girls.”

“But you also said you didn’t want to be driving a minivan. Because you claim you won’t look hot, which I questioned because the only person you have to worry about looking hot for is me, and you’re always looking sexy.”

“Just get to the point Jack, I’m hungry.” Clay interrupts him.

“Remind me why I asked you for help and not Urban or mom.?” Jack says glaring at his brother.

“Anyways, go open your gift mamas.”

You smile and go to pull at the big red ribbon, at the pull the entire box starts opening up and there in the middle is your brand new car.

You cry happy tears and go up to your husband to hug him “Thank you mi amor. I love you.” You give him a few pecks.

“Ewww no kissing.” Mia says, pretending to gag.

You, Jack and Clay laugh. “So what did you end up cooking?” Clay asks.

You both turn to look at him in confusion. “What? Mom said there was no way you’d sit down and do nothing. So what did you make?”

You smile “Dessert.”

“Is it ready?”

You nod “Half of it, yeah.”

That has him running to the house.

“CLAYBORN IF YOU TOUCH THEM I WILL BEAT YOUR ASS.” Jack yells.

“Daddy.” Mia says smiling.

“I know, but go make sure your uncle doesn’t eat the cakes you and mama made.”

Mia gasps and runs inside the house “TIO NO TOQUES, DON’T EAT MY CAKES.”

Jack is now staring at you “Why are you crying?”

You shrug “I’m just so happy, I’m blessed to have you in my life. I’m not talking about the gifts, that’s a bonus.” You joke.

“I’m talking about the love we have for each other, our daughter and this little one who’s most likely to get here soon. You make me the happiest woman alive. I love you and our life together.”

He pulls you in, “Y/N, none of this would be possible if it weren’t for you. You’re the glue of our little family. You, not me, you, because when I’m away, you’re here with our daughter giving her the childhood she deserves. You love me and you show it to me every single day. I wouldn’t be the man I am today, or the father that I am, if it weren’t for you. You make this so worth it and I’m forever grateful that you’re my wife and the mother of our children.”

He kisses you, “You’re my greatest gift.”

You two stay outside for a little more just kissing each other and telling each other how much you love one another.

“Mommy, daddy, tio Clay-Clay dropped something.”

You pull back “Let’s go check on your brother and my pastelitos.”

“If he dropped or ate any of them I’m fighting him, I love your desserts.”

“I know there’s a second meaning to that in there. But yes, I’ll let you fight him.”

“Momma hurry, he’s making a mess with my gingerbread house.”

You and Jack laugh and head inside to the kitchen. Luckily none of the cakes were touched or harmed. You couldn’t say the same for Mia’s gingerbread house though.

That’s how you spend your evening, helping your daughter build her gingerbread house until it was time to head to your in-laws house to spend Christmas night.

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Lady Death's Lover {VI}

Lady Death's Lover Masterlist & Summary

19th Century Period AU Nesta x Cassian Secret Affair / Enemies to Lovers / Forbidden Romance Fanfiction / Characters from Sarah J Maas / ACOTAR Based on a prompt sent in by anonymous

A/N: Oh my word...I have had the most difficult time getting this up this week! I'm sorry for the delay. I hope you enjoy! Thank you to everyone who reads, comments, likes, and reblogs! x

TW: marital abuse, sexual content, language, depression, alcohol abuse

This story is for readers 18+. Mature readers only. Content should not be read by anyone under 18.

Dear Cassian,

I must admit that I am completely miserable in Adriata. It has rained all week so I cannot go to the ocean, which is the only thing worthwhile to do here. I have also found zero romantic partners which has brought the boredom to a new level of heinousness. I do not think I can stand this place for more than a fortnight. By the Cauldron, I do not think I can stand it for another day. Perhaps I will cut my trip short.

Do have enough diabolical fun for the both of us in my absence, will you? If I know you are causing chaos, that is enough for me for now.

Your Favorite,

Mor

P.S. Try not to attempt to philander with any more married women. It’s very ungentleman-like.

Nesta

My gowns are lovely.

The modiste has truly outdone herself. There are four in total and each matches the other but has its own personality. The fabrics are all deep blues and grays, meant to bring out my eyes. They are the colors I am most comfortable in. In fact, most of my wardrobe consists of blues and grays but no one has complained about it thus far.

After transferring payment, my gowns are loaded into my carriage. Before making my way back home, I take advantage of the time alone and make my way down the street to my favorite bakery. I’ve never been one for sweets but they make the best macarons in Velaris and I cannot help but buy a box whenever I visit the modiste.

It is when I’m coming out of this bakery that I see him.

For a moment, I forget how to walk. Every elegant thought vanishes from my mind and I am suddenly all too aware of the giant box of sweets in my hands.

I pray he doesn’t see me and for a moment I feel I will get away with it, but then he turns from where he walks across the street and halts when he catches my eye. For a moment, we both stand there, staring at one another.

Then the world around me comes back to life.

The city streets around me resume, full of life. Carriages hurry past and people rush in and out of the shops. The sky above, recently clear and bright, opens up and the softest of rains falls down upon me and my macarons.

He still stands just across the street, watching me, although his head has since cocked to the side and a grin has begun spreading across his lips. A sudden sense of embarrassment floods me. I must look foolish, standing here in the rain with a box of baked goods while everyone around me starts to run to safety from the turn in weather.

Oh, gods.

He’s coming towards me.

“Lady Nesta,” he begins when he’s halfway across the street, “your dress. You should find cover.”

I find my voice. “Ah, Mr. Nazari. Yes, I, um…yes.”

I go to turn on my heels but, in true Lord Cassian fashion, he steps in front of me just before I can get far. “A lady should never be caught in the rain.”

“If it were not for you blocking me I would be well on my way to shelter, my lord.” I try not to sound too demeaning, but I cannot help myself. Every now and then that tone just seeps out and there is nothing I can do to stop it.

He finds this funny, apparently. A chuckle escapes him and he nods. “Apologies. Good day, Lady Nesta.”

Not Lady Mandray.

Lady Nesta.

I somehow like it better coming from him, like it better than the title the rest of the ton refers to me as.

Lord Cassian steps aside and I go to stroll past him, but I stop when he begins to walk behind me. Turning, I lift a brow.

He stops and rocks back on his heels. “Do not fear, I am not following you. I walked here and now must walk home, which is this direction. That is all.”

“How far do you have to walk?” I ask, the rain picking up. I worry more for the well-being of my macarons than my hair.

“A little more than a mile, it’s no worry,” he says, shrugging, then continues on his way.

I hesitate, knowing I shouldn’t ask what I’m about to but asking it anyway.

“Would you care to join me?” I ask, and he freezes, his back to me. “It seems we’re going the same direction and you should not have to walk in the rain. It seems a storm is brewing. You wouldn’t want to catch a cold.”

Lord Cassian looks up at the dark clouds, the rain falling directly onto his face as he squints. He looks back to me, his face searching mine, but then he asks, “Are you certain? I don’t mind a little rain.”

Thunder rolls and lightning strikes, and I nearly drop my macarons. I swear it’s purely for my benefit when he clears his throat and says, “It would be a pleasure to join you, Lady Nesta.”

I nod quickly as a downpour begins and hurry to my coach up the street. By the time I throw myself inside, my dress is drenched and my hat is drooping. Lord Cassian is in no better condition as he slides onto the bench across from me, his jacket drenched and his trousers sticking to his thighs.

My breath catches at the sight of him and I suddenly feel foolish. It should be impossible for a man to look more dashing sopping wet, but he somehow manages to. That ridiculous, shoulder-length hair of his is soaked and dripping into his cravat. I don’t realize I’m staring until I meet his eyes, and suddenly I’m all too aware of every inch of my body and his. My cheeks turn pink and I have to clasp my hands together to keep them from shaking.

The carriage jolts as it begins its journey and it makes me jump, which makes Lord Cassian grin…although he tries to suppress it. This was a mistake. That’s what I get for trying to be nice. This very thing reminds me why I do not do nice things often. Nice things always come back to bite me in the ass.

. . . . . . . . .

Cassian

Lady Nesta looks equally stunning and uncomfortable, although her discomfort is not the type of discomfort that causes alarm. No, it’s the type of discomfort that tells me she does not do this often.

I do not know much about this woman but I do know that she’s not exactly…personable. I’ve heard what other women of the ton think about Nesta — Mor brought the gossip to our recent Monday tea time and I have a feeling Rhys put her up to it — and it’s not good. In fact, the ladies of Velaris think Lady Nesta to be brutally honest and permanently bitter. I, however, value honesty and think a certain level of self-hatred and introverted nature can be mistaken for anger or bitterness.

Not that it should matter.

After my last encounter with Nesta, I vowed never to be around her again. Especially alone. Yet, the second I saw her stepping out of the bakery with a box-full of what seems to be macarons, my feet decided my thoughts should be damned and acted of their own volition. Before I could fully comprehend what I was doing, I was standing in front of her.

Now, I’m alone with her yet again, stuck in a coach as it rattles down the cobblestone. Outside, it’s pouring as it often does in the spring, and all I can think about is how her eyes keep drifting to me.

I’m trying to also be inconspicuous about where my eyes are wandering, but from the way her pale cheeks are turning pink, I don’t think I’m doing it properly.

Her light blue dress is clinging to her skin and I can’t ignore how her breasts are even further on display behind the soaked fabric. It doesn’t help that her chest is rising and falling, rapidly, as if she’s had a difficult time catching her breath since entering the confined space that surrounds us.

“You’re having a ball soon,” I say, because I’m not sure what else to say but I know that we can’t keep sitting here in silence, me trying my best to avoid the swells of her breasts, the way I can see her peaked nipples through the wet cotton.

“I am,” she says, voice soft but firm. “Will you be in attendance?”

I clear my throat. “Yes. Thank you for the invite.”

I neglect to mention that I originally did not plan to attend, that being in the same room as her is too tempting and I’m currently going mad, but my brothers coaxed me into going.

She gives me a curt nod before taking a deep breath and letting her eyes wander towards the closed window. I swallow, cursing as my eyes take another dive to her chest and back up again. Once the silence becomes too heavy, allowing my thoughts to run rampant and inappropriately wild, I ask, “Do you do this often?”

Nesta’s eyes snap to mine and she blinks. “Do what?”

“Come into town on your own,” I say, and I watch as she swallows and clenches her jaw. “Not even a maid with you? Isn’t that unbecoming?”

Her eyes narrow and if it wasn’t for the quick rise and fall of her chest, the way her skin is flushed, I would think she was offended and not something else entirely. “Are you implying that I do not live my life as a lady should, my lord?”

“I’m implying that it is simply not safe for you to be traveling alone,” I say, and she watches as I run my hands down my thighs, trying to eliminate my sweaty palms. It does not work. “You never know others’ intentions when they see a woman alone.”

“It is the middle of the day,” she says, meeting my eye once more. “And I have my driver.”

“Still.”

We stare at one another for just a moment, but that moment is filled with so much silent, skin burning tension that I feel the need to loosen my cravat, shrug off my coat, but I don’t. I let it suffocate me, let her gaze strip me bare instead.

If I slouched in the slightest, my knees would nearly graze hers. Suddenly the space between us seems so short, too short to make any rational decisions. This was a mistake. I should have stayed on my own damn side of the street. I should have walked.

“Is that what this is, then?” she asks, and I blink.

“Pardon?”

“Do you have poor intentions, my lord?” she asked, clasping her hands on her lap. I swear they’re trembling.

“Need I remind you that you were the one that offered me a ride in your coach?” I ask, then add, “my lady.”

Her lips part, and it’s so slight that one has to be watching them intently to have seen it, which I am.

She shifts on the bench, words seeming to have left her. It’s the silence that makes me say, only because I cannot stand silence and I’ve already seemed to have dug myself into a hole of wickedness, “Perhaps it is you that has poor intentions.”

Her head leans to the side, which is somehow unladylike and beautifully cunning at the same time, and the smallest of smiles plays on her lips. There’s no joy in this smile, only a cruel seduction that has my trousers holding back my hardening cock. Now it’s my turn to shift, and she notes it, those dark eyes trailing down until they’ve settled on my lap. Her eyes flare before snapping back up to mine.

“I am a lady,” she says, simply. “Ladies do not have poor intentions, only charitable ones. What kind of lady would I be if I were to let a gentleman walk through a downpour?”

“Indeed,” I say, and I cannot even help how rough my voice suddenly sounds.

This is ridiculous. I feel like I have never been around a woman before, or like I am once again sixteen and around a woman for the very first time. Furthermore, she’s married. This is highly inappropriate, but I seem to have lost control.

No.

That’s not entirely true.

If I had lost control her dress would be torn to shreds and I’d have her lying beneath me on this bench, worshiping every inch of her body beneath.

“I am grateful,” I add, and she nods her head politely in response. I stay in control until a wheel hits a dip in the road and our bodies jostle, and we touch.

My knee hits hers and her foot lands on mine as she tries to stop herself from toppling forward. I don’t even realize my hand is on her leg, just above her knee, until we both look down at it.

I don’t move it.

She doesn’t ask me to, nor does she move at all. All that moves is the rapid rising and falling of her chest — a chest that my eyes are in perfect line with. Mustering every ounce of self control that I have, I go to lean back, to settle myself once again on the opposite bench until this torturous ride is over, but I don’t make it far.

Just as I move, Nesta places her hand on top of mine and I freeze. She’s looking at me wildly, searching my eyes for something. I don’t think I’m breathing at all. I have no thoughts in my mind whatsoever. All I can focus on is her intent eyes, her hand on mine, my hand on her skirts, her lips that are parted and begging to be kissed.

Neither of us says a word.

“Just—“

Whatever she’s about to say evaporates as the coach slows and when it jerks to a stop, reality steps back in.

Nesta snatches her hand from mine as if she’s been burned and I take the hint, pulling myself back just as the door opens and I’m looking at the front door of my townhouse.

Not wanting to keep the poor lad standing in the storm, I take my leave and hurry to my front door, drenching myself further. I don’t look back at Nesta. I have a feeling she doesn’t want me to.

I have a feeling that whatever she was about to say, whatever would have happened if we just kept driving, would have surely led to utter regret.

Before I shut my door behind me, I watch Nesta’s carriage roll away, gone into the storm.

Calling for my butler, I beg for a drink to calm my still pounding heart.

#nessian #regency au #19th century au #period au #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acosf #acofas #sjm #fanfic #fanfiction

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