#and I stay up til midnight most days when I used to try to go to bed 30 minutes earlier than that at the least
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prompt: ( requested ) during a terrible storm, you're invited to stay at your boss' house. years of tip-toeing around one another comes to an end when emotions are finally laid on the table.
pairing: Tommy Shelby x female!reader
fandom masterlist: Peaky Blinders
word count: 3.5k+
warning: honestly, it's pretty tame. some cursing, kinda-sorta one bed, most def OC Tommy, fluff, author is def on the Grace Hating Train but it's mild.
With a grunt, you threw the file of paperwork from your hands across the empty room; scattering across the floor. You were agitated, grouchy, beyond exhausted, and yet, there was no use in trying to leave when the worst storm to ransack England was being unleashed from the seediest parts of hell.
All you wanted was to go to bed for about 16 hours, but as midnight ticked closer and closer, that dream was dwindling. You'd be lucky to get a few hours at this point since your job was demanding enough to warrant early mornings and late nights. But this night was later than ever before.
You often wondered if your employer's antics brought this hell-storm upon you all, but figured, God didn't care that much about Small Heath. He most certainly didn't care for the Devil running it.
"Woah!" A voice laughed when the file went flying. "Gott'an arm on yah, love! Nearly took me fuckin' eye out!"
"Ha-ha," you mocked John Shelby, your employer's younger brother. "What're you still doing here?"
"I was about to ask you the same," he smirked, squatting so he was in front of you with an exaggerated pout. "Why're you still here, love? Tommy's still gotcha workin'?"
"No, it's my own vocation."
"Tommy don't pay overtime, sweetheart."
"No shit," your eyes rolled. "In case I'm the only one capable of seeing it, there's an outlandish storm outside that prevents me from getting home." You gestured around where you sat on the floor, surrounded by files and other paperwork, "So, what else was I gonna do to pass the time?"
"It's not that bad," he waved you off. "C'mon, I'm off t'the Garrison, come with me, love. We can drink 'til the storm passes, huh?"
"John, seriously, I'm warning you," you deadpanned, watching him adjust his flatcap.
"C'mon, sweet cheeks, we can endure it," he laughed, opening the door and literally being shoved back by the force of the wind. You didn't make a sound, just reaching to hold down the papers around you as he grunted and groaned, trying to shut the flailing door; only able to once he threw his entire weight into it.
"Told you," you mused, his face and coat dripping wet from the short time the door was open.
"So, you're staying here, then?" He asked, panting, trying to play off the entire ordeal.
"I figured I'd get some more work done, it's not like Tommy gives any days off," you shrugged.
"He'd give you whatever you asked for," John smirked, taking his coat off.
"No, he needs me to do shit on the daily, there aren't days off, John Boy," you rolled your eyes playfully. "But I knew what I was signing up for when I agreed to work for you idiots."
"Hey," he pouted.
"Oh, honey, if it helps any, you're my favorite idiot!"
"Good," he pointed at you with a small laugh. "But seriously, love, if you need the day off, Tommy would do it."
"No, there's so much to do here," you frowned. "We're on track to reopen in a few weeks, and if I take a day off, we'll fall behind, and you know Tommy doesn't do delays."
The gambling den the Shelby's operated was getting a make over now that The Shelby Company Limited was soon to be up and running. Hence why you were there in an empty room with only files around you and a dimly lit lap, you were trying to get shit organized before furniture could be moved back in.
You would have to restock Polly's office, Tommy's, Arthur's, and John's - all of who were Company members and would need their space to work. Not to mention the completely different office Tommy was currently eyeing to use as his base of operation, something you, as his personal assistant, was expected to help with every step of the way. Honestly, it was a miracle Tommy was ever able to get shit done before you - an organizational Goddess.
"Well," John sighed, looking around for a moment before shrugging and placing his hands on his hips, "want some help?"
You chuckled, "No, it's all right, John, you go on. Surely the lads will be home soon - "
Speak of the Devil!
And He will appear!
The door burst open, sending your files every which way from the gust of wind; several bodies shoving their way inside before the lone, single body of Tommy Shelby stalked in last. He shut the door without issue, being a force of nature himself; a professionally observant, silent, lone menace that commanded the attention of any room he walked into. People on the street parted for him like the Red Sea, flocked to the darkened parts of the streets just to get a glimpse of the gangster in motion.
For as long as you can remember, you've harbored overwhelming affection for your boss, but never once vocalized it out of sheer fear of rejection.
He was Thomas Shelby. He was an enigma; a mysterious, stoic man that instilled a sense of fear and respect from those around him. You included, but yet never dare let your admiration for your employer be known in public. You loved him from a distance; admiring him and feeling yourself fall further into your unrequited love due to the intimate proximity you shared. He's always treated you as exactly what you were - a valuable member of the Company and his personal assistant. You worked intimately together on a daily basis, and each night you went home, you would scream into a pillow out of sheer frustration.
Being his personal assistant meant you were constantly in close proximity, and no matter how hard you tried to fight your feelings, it was impossible. He was Thomas bloody Shelby - insanely suave, charismatic, a deep nut to crack, but once he opened up, he was insanely loyal, caring, even decently amusing. He was all you wanted, but never felt secure enough to admit your feelings for him.
You were greeted happily by the men, all piling into the Shelby home to take refuge from the storm. You were left to silently rock to your feet and start gathering the papers that had gone flying in their entrance, glancing up when a hand offered help in rounding up your supplies. "Thank you, Mr. Shelby, but I got it," you insisted quietly, accepting the pages he handed you.
Tommy always had a soft spot for you.
He was silent for a moment, then asked, "What're you still doin' here?"
"Storm makes it impossible to get home," you shrugged. "I was waiting until it lessened, but it doesn't seem to," you glanced out the window, still shuffling files and papers together.
"You've worked all day," he sighed, "c'mon."
"Uh... Where?"
"Think you've earned a drink," he eased, already striding out of the room. You quickly finished gathering your papers, stacking them all together, but was pleasantly shocked when Tommy returned to the empty room with two glasses and a bottle of whiskey.
"Mr. Shelby, don't - "
But he was already sat on the ground, back against a wall, watching you with amusement. "Think a man's too good to sit on the floor?" He asked, uncorking the bottle.
"When their suit is so expensive that I have to take it to a specific cleaners, perhaps, then yes," you answered truthfully.
"I've money to spare, I can send this suit to be cleaned by another errand boy, you won't have to any longer," he poured two glasses of whiskey, "but tonight's company is too good to pass up."
You laughed, "Oh, no, what did you do?"
"Hmm?"
"You're kissing my arse a little, what've you done? What mess do I have to clean tomorrow?"
He smirked as you finally sat beside him, a bit stiffly, but accepted the drink he served. "Nothing, love, this storm's put a halt on everything," he gestured to the window, unaware that your heart stalled in your chest when you heard him call you 'love'. "What is it you were working on?" He asked, fingering the few files stacked between you. "Ah," he mused, reading the titles of the packets, "trying to get a jump on tomorrow, huh?"
"Not very much else to do," you shrugged. "I... I got a little frustrated. I think I'll need Polly to go over a few things with me."
"I'm sure you've got it," he spoke quietly. "I wouldn't have hired you if incapable."
You nodded, "Right, of course, sir."
Mr. Shelby offered you a look, taking a swig of whiskey. "You know, after hours, you don't have to be so professional."
"You didn't hire me to be unprofessional, though."
"No, I didn't, but this isn't a work meeting," he offered his glass. "We can still be friendly, can we not?"
You clinked his glass with yours, "Sure, of course we can..." How the hell could you be 'friendly' to the man you've pined after for the past two years? "So, I heard Grace skipped town," you started, instantly wincing when you realized what you said. "I-I'm so sorry, Mr. Shelby, I didn't mean to - "
But he chuckled, "You heard correct." He waited a long moment, then offered, "She's gone - for good."
You tested the waters, "Is... That a good thing?"
"It is."
"I thought you liked the barmaid?"
"I thought I did, too, but I've been wrong before."
"I doubt that."
"No, truly," he smirked, "I've made my fair share of mistakes."
"That you'd be willing to admit to?"
"Well, that's a different story," he mused, downing the last of his glass. "C'mon," he decided, sitting up, "the others are in the den, if you'd like to join?"
"Oh, no, I don't wish to intrude."
"Where were you going to sleep, then? If this storm doesn't die off in the next hour?" You gestured to where your coat and belongings were bunched up beside you, shrugging lightly. "No, absolutely not," he glared when he took in your makeshift bed, "you're coming in, you'll stay the night here."
"No, you lot are having family time - "
"And why do you assume you aren't family yet?" He asked sharply, making you reel back a little. "Three years, you've worked with my family, a portion of that before any of us came home. C'mon, love, you're more family than others wish to pretend to be."
"You mean that?" You worried softly.
He offered a look of mild offense, "I don't speak to hear the sound of my own voice. I would not say it if I did not mean it."
The whiskey in your system encouraged you to offer a sharp look, snipping, "It would not kill you to just say, 'Yes, I mean it.'"
Tommy smirked lightly, nodding, "Yes, I mean it. Come, you'll stay here tonight."
You couldn't fight off the smile even if you tried. With your coat and purse in one hand, Tommy took the other to help you off the floor. Like a gentleman, he took your belongings before leading you further into the Shelby home; leaving the empty gambling den to find the others all stuffed around a table with a card game loudly being played; fireplace stoked to life.
Polly greeted you happily, not knowing you were still here. Tommy set your things to the side as Arthur wrangled you into the seat beside him - insisting you had to be on his team! A quick sniff of his tea mug assured he was waist deep in the whiskey.
"Okay! New player at the table!" John announced, yanking all the cards back to hand over to Polly. They were all smoking, minus you and Finn. "You all know the rules - hey, hey, hey, no! Tommy's not on her team!" He pointed at you and his brother, who had sat beside you to sandwich you between Shelby's.
"Why not?" Tom asked, accepting the tea from Polly as Finn handed you your own.
"Thank you, little love," you whispered, pecking his cheek as he giggled.
"Becuase you two can communicate without words - it's fucking weird!" John insisted. "All right! Polly, you're with Tommy - the fucker likes to cheat."
"Being better than you isn't cheating, John Boy."
"Is when there's money on the line!" John laughed, Arthur leaning over to explain to you the game. He was actually a very good teacher, and even for a few rounds, you weren't a "viable player" just to let you watch and get the gist of things.
However, when you joined the game, it was far more intense than you had given credit for. But the Shelby's were competitive lads, Polly just happy to laugh and remind the boys of the rules; letting them dominate the table as you were content to just watch, laugh, and sip your tea. After a few rounds, Finn came over and hopped up on your lap, declaring you two a team now, and believe it or not, you won the next three hands!
"CHEATERS! AYE!?" John yelled, laughing right after as a boom of thunder rattled the home.
"No, call that beginners luck!" Arthur tried to defend, Tommy lighting a new cigarette.
"Or maybe John's just not accustomed to losing?" You grinned. "Especially from a lady?"
"I lost to a lady? Where? Where is she?" John looked around comically, earning a swift kick under the table that rattled the tea cups.
"All right, all right, next hand, we play for money, come on, come on, bets in the center," Polly instructed. "Finn, don't," she warned and you reached up to push the lad's hand down as he was ready to toss in a few pounds.
"Here, I'll cover us," you told the little lad, both grinning when you offered money to the center. Unknown to you, Tommy was keeping mental track of however much you were betting - intent to pay you back. Yet he didn't say anything, content to watch you and Finn have fun together.
Arthur and John were the most vocal of the group, arguing about scores and tallies and who won which round. You chuckled as Finn leaned into your chest, everyone waiting for the two to finish arguing; Polly looking over with a broad smirk before dropping her gaze. Tommy had seemingly naturally moved closer to you, one arm extended behind your chair to keep you close to his warmth.
Neither seemed to notice.
Not even when you would turn to crack a joke directly in Tommy's ear, his lips spreading in an easy smile that made Polly fight off her own grin. Grace was something special to Tommy, sure, this was true, but after the time together, she could tell that the two of you had become something more - without even verbalizing it.
Never realizing.
Hours passed, the storm still raged, two cartons of cigarettes was smoked between the lot of them, and there was no clear winner in sight. Finn had fully deflated into your embrace, asleep despite the loud thunder and blinding flashes of lightning. Your head had lulled onto Tommy's shoulder, sleep clawing at your eyelids as you listened to a drunken John and Arthur still argue about the card game. Polly eventually called it quits and bid everyone a goodnight, smiling softly when she noted the cozy seating between you and Tommy.
The longer you sat there, you more exhausted you became.
"C'mon, love," Tommy whispered softly, rousing you from your half-sleep, "let's get you to bed. C'mon, up you get," he smirked, aiding you from your chair as you kept a firm hold on his little brother. "We'll see you lot in the morning," he told his brothers.
"Night," John and Arthur waved, still deep into their argument, but smirking to one another when Tommy lead you up the stairs. When you were gone from sight, John leaned in and asked his eldest brother, "Think Tommy'll make a move tonight?"
Arthur glanced up the stairs, musing, "If he doesn't, he might be stupider then we thought."
John agreed.
Upstairs, Tommy opened the bedroom door and let you lay Finn softly on his bed, pausing to tug his shoes off and cover him with his blanket; moving his stuffed teddy bear closer and watching his sleeping hand naturally curl around it. You snuck out of the door, Tommy shutting the door, and tangled your hand with his.
Silently, he lead you to his bedroom.
It was small, ridiculously small, but it was enough for his single person. Tommy shut the door after you, moving around, muttering, "You can sleep in this," as he handed you one of his shirts, "and I'll be in the drawing room if you need me - "
"Tommy, I'm not kicking you out of your room," you sighed. "I can sleep on the sofa for the night, it's not - "
"I'm not letting you do that," he refused sharply.
"Then we seem to be at an impasse," you decided with perked brows. "Either we're both sleeping on the sofa or we both crash your bed. You choose."
He chuckled dryly, "And here I thought the whiskey would make you less stubborn."
"Wishful thinking."
He nodded, letting you have the room to change and get under the covers. It was decently cold in his room, more so without pants; the storm doing nothing to remedy that, and when Tommy returned, everything felt different.
A good different, but still different.
Neither of you made eye contact, him joining you in the absurdly small bed after blowing the candles out. You settled on your side, facing the wall, and after a few moments of adjusting, Tommy was settling down - but hesitating to deflate in comfort.
"Is it all right if I, uh... If I...?"
"Yeah, 's all right, Tommy," you whispered, reaching for the hand that hovered over your waist and pulling it so he was curled around you. It was all he needed to readjust, sigh to himself, and deflate against your back. You shivered slightly when his warm breath fanned over your neck and shoulder; his hand splaying over your belly and rubbing his thumb mindlessly. "Thank you for letting me stay the night," you whispered.
"Wasn't gonna send you home in this weather," he answered, voice vibrating the shell of your ear. "Besides," he whispered in a sigh, "this is where I wanted you, and where I wanted to be."
You chuckled, "Oh, yeah? So cold in here you need a warm body in bed with you?"
"No," he whispered, "but I've been in love with you for months now that I didn't want you far from me. Doesn't feel right, seeing you go home without me - everyday. I was overjoyed to come back and see you still here."
"What?" He didn't let you turn around, just kept you both there; locked in your spoon. "Tommy, what're you saying?"
He took a sobering breath, "That this is what I want, this is where I want us to be."
"That's the whiskey talking."
"No, love, it's you," his lips danced across your ear, making you shiver. "It's always been you, but I wasn't in my right mind to do anything about it."
"And now you are?"
"I might be, I couldn't go another minute with you thinking I don't want you - that I don't value you in my life. The fact that you were ready to sleep downstairs hurt me more than I'm willing to admit," he sighed, "and I knew, I needed to confess a few things so you know, you're welcome in this family. You won't ever sleep downstairs, love, you're meant to be here... With me... If you want to be."
You had to slap his hand to get him to loosen his grip and let you turn around to face him; but his hand remained on your, moving up to grip your ribs. In a whisper, you asked, "You're being honest? Genuine?"
"I can't lie to you, you can always tell. So, am I lying?"
"I don't think so," you whispered with skepticism, eyes narrowed. Neither of your voices rose above a whisper, "Why say any of this, Tommy?"
"Because the idea of going another day without at least trying to tell you how I feel was beginning to feel suffocating."
"What about Grace?"
"It's taken me a bit, but I know now that I was infatuated with her simply because I had already decided you were out of my league."
"Do you hear yourself?" You grinned, caressing his cheek. "You're everything I've wished for, Tommy, but know I can't have. You're the one in a league of your own, I'm the one unable to touch you."
His head shook, "You're all I've wanted and more. I wasn't sure you'd think it appropriate - my affection for you - given you work for me."
"The same reason I feared voicing my affection for you, too."
"Now that it's in the open," he whispered, "how do you want to proceed?"
"We can figure logistics out later," you smiled, tracing your fingertips over his face, "but for now, I just want to enjoy this. I never thought you'd look at me the same way, and now that you do, I don't want to look away."
"You won't have to," he whispered. "I'm in this for us, my sweet, if you are."
"Nowhere I'd rather be," you whispered, cuddled close, and simply breathing the same air. For a single moment, Tommy felt unparalleled peace; the shovels quiet, heart content, and body warm.
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Scurry
There is a thing inside my walls.
I can hear it.
They assure me, over and over again, this endless stream of strangers in uniform, that there is nothing in my house but me. Each more incessant than the last, carrying clipboards and cages, poking and peering and ultimately shaking their heads.
But I can hear it.
Always the same spot, behind the blank expanse of plaster in the hall. A scuffling, scrapping, skittering noise.
It gets louder at night.
It keeps me awake, just outside my bedroom door, fogging my mind and cursing me to days of bleary pessimism. It will not let me rest. I get up to bang against the spot, silencing it for a fashion, as I imagine it cowers in brief but satisfying fear. But it will start again soon after, too short a reprieve for sleep to take me.
I set out traps when it first began. None were touched. No food showed sign of gnawing, no droppings left behind, no smell rose from the floorboards. Just that damn skittering. Scratching. Scurrying.
I admit, at times it felt like I was going mad. No one warns you how far your mind can bend out of shape, too slow to notice. A constant drag backwards into the recesses of instinct as your higher faculties leave you. I felt like a beast. As if the scraping scurrying thing was burrowing into me, driving out reason and sense.
It was some time past midnight, what day I can’t remember, when it all became too much. The fireplace poker made the first hole. And the second. At some point I switched to my hands, tearing at the drywall with frantic abandon. The skittering stopped as soon as my rampage began, but I continued to pry at the wall, desperate to see the damn thing, or at least find its nest.
There was nothing there. Just pipes and studs and wires that I’d thankfully missed in my madcap destruction. I knelt there in the rubble and carpet and slowed my breathing, straining my ears, even as a triumphant part of me crowed that I’d scared it off for good. No noises came. I waited a good half hour, staying as still and silent as I could. Nothing.
I stood, brushing debris from myself as I surveyed my damaged wall. I blearily decided that the mess could wait til morning, and collapsed into bed.
My peace lasted an hour at most.
The next time I heard the noise- and it was the noise, the same damn noise, unmistakable to my ears at this point- it was in a different spot. Closer to my bedroom, more distinct to my ears, just outside of my door, in the corner of the hallway. It woke me from my brief rest, and I tasted acid in my throat.
This time, I used the marble rolling pin my grandmother had left to me. It worked much better than the poker, tearing through the wall like it was almost nothing. There was no reprieve this time, no silence to lure me into false hope. Just a quick shift of the scratching to another section of wall before it too was bludgeoned open and exposed. Then another. Then again. I swear I could almost catch flashes of it as plaster cracked and tore, but I was always a breath too slow.
By now, there was no thought in my mind of merely scaring it off. I wanted it dead.
A pause in the noise... could I have succeeded? My house was nearly decimated, leaving no place left for the thing to hide. I listened hard, slowing my jagged breath and straining my ears... nothing. Surely then, my last blow had done it. I squinted through the dust, prodding at the rubble, trying to sift out the form of what tormented me.
Then I heard it.
I’ve switched the rolling pin out for the sharpest knife in the kitchen. I’m not sure what kind it is, but it’ll have to do.
I’m writing this in case I fail. So whoever finds me can finish the job.
You see, there is a thing inside my chest.
I can hear it.
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I'm starting to realize that I'm not the only dysfunctional adult here whose parents didn't teach them enough things before kicking them out of the nest, so here's a few tips I've learned through trial and error over the last three years since I turned 18
1. The cold's gonna start hurting your bones eventually, invest in heated blankets to use during the cold months. This is especially important for people who were accident prone kids and had a lot of broken bones, sprains,and twisted wrists/ankles
2. FOOD IS FUEL. I know when you were a teenager, you could probably survive a whole day on just instant ramen and a couple bags of chips, but that is NOT true anymore. You can still enjoy foods you love though, just don't make it your whole diet. Add some veggies and a little meat to your ramen, spice it up and try new things, but try to have at least two meals a day with a couple snacks. Three meals is better though, trust me
3. I promise you, your bacon doesn't need flipped nearly as much as you think it needs flipped as long as you're cooking it on medium-low heat like you should be. Also, put it in the pan cold and let it heat up gradually, otherwise it might stick before it can let out enough bacon grease to slide
4. You are not a failure just because you can't find it in you to be as productive today as you were yesterday. It's okay to let yourself rest
5. Don't try to get your whole house clean in one go, you'll never do it. Break it up into smaller tasks, and take a 15 minute break in between tasks to get some water and maybe a snack
6. HYDRATE!! I know, I know, tea, coffee, soda, juice, etc all taste good and technically have water in them. They don't hydrate nearly as much as the real thing, though. You can add fruit and ice to make it taste better if you really can't take just plain water though! Nobody's stopping you!
7. For god's sake, go to bed at a reasonable time for when you plan to wake up. At least 8-9 hours a night, which sounds like a lot of planning but it really isn't! If you need to get up at 9 am, go ahead and stay awake til midnight. But if you're getting up at 6 am for work? Try to be in bed by 10 pm
8. Caffeine is not your friend past 7 pm, I know you need to get that paper done but you'll be so much better off if you make time during the day for it than staying up into the wee hours of the night with enough caffeine in your system to kill a horse. It'll throw you off balance and make your brain produce even more melatonin to counteract it and try and force you asleep, which just means you'll be that much more exhausted in the morning
Most importantly, just remember you aren't the only one with your problems. You aren't alone. And you've got this ❤
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— MARRIED IN MOUNT AIRY ♡ STARTERS —
the following are lyric starters taken from nicole dollanganger’s 2023 album married in mount airy. i tried my best to choose lines that have the most potential as semi-realistic dialogue, though a level of purple prose and heavy metaphor is inescapable with lyric-based starters. all tracks included save for track 10, summer song, which is an instrumental. use & adjust however you see fit. (trigger warnings in abundance: this is nicole dollanganger, after all.)
TRACK 001 ♡ married in mount airy
“we made love beneath the mirrored ceiling.”
“all you have to bring is your love of everything."
“don’t recall what we were drinking.”
“there was something very strange in the air.”
“don’t recall what we were singing.”
“he tasted of sherry.”
“i remember swinging with my hands caught in the curls of his long hair.”
TRACK 002 ♡ gold satin dreamer
“i dream of the lake.”
“i feel you in the wind.”
“love you, baby.”
“i wait for it to get dark.”
“all those dreams left out in the sun, they run like syrup and clot like blood — disfigured beyond recognition.”
“even though other faces i forget, yours is carved out of stone.”
“tryin’a take you out of me is like tryin’a take smoke out of wood.”
“gold satin dreamer, gold satin heart.”
TRACK 003 ♡ dogwood
“please don’t take him from me.”
“i need him, you know i do.”
“there’s no telling that man what to do.”
“you’ll have to pry him from my cold, dead grip.”
“i refuse to understand.”
“he just makes his own bed.”
“there’s no use trying.”
“you know how reckless he can be sometimes.”
“he doesn’t mean it when he says he don’t care if he lives or dies.”
“i’m not letting go of him.”
TRACK 004 ♡ runnin’ free
“please don’t go.”
“i can’t trust myself to be alone.”
“i hear them drive off into the night.”
“i’ll die out here if i stay.”
“he’d love it that way.”
“the dogs in the yard keep me up with their cries in the night.”
“the days are long.”
TRACK 005 ♡ bad man
“i wish he didn’t have to die.”
“he was a bad man.”
“i’m still crying, but i’m not sorry.”
“i couldn’t give a goddamn about it.”
“he had to go — and he’d say the same, you know?”
“i could tell you that i don’t love him, but you know it would be a lie.”
“goddamn him, he knows why.”
“i’ve washed him out of my clothes.”
TRACK 006 ♡ my darling true
“you won’t change your ways.”
“it’s time for me to let you go.”
“you may just be the death of me, but the truth is i’d love it so.”
“hold me ‘til i’m cold and blue.”
“you play such wicked games.”
“that girl’s plain dumb.”
“she just loves pain.”
TRACK 007 ♡ moonlite
“got you mounted on a wall in the back of my mind.”
“i just can’t forget, try as i might.”
“i stay on the drink and you stay on my mind.”
“you were my girl, my thing, my pet, to do anything i wanted with.”
“i wanna hold you in my hands like a porcelain decanter.”
“i love you so much, i can’t stand you.”
“i see right through you.”
“i pray you can feel my eyes.”
“the drunker he got, the truer he spoke.”
“i keep a piece of you locked in my heart.”
“sometimes you’re my girl, and sometimes, bitch, you’re dead.”
TRACK 008 ♡ sometime after midnight
“he’ll be picking me up sometime after midnight.”
“i’ve spent all day thinking of what i’ll wear.”
“there’s this feeling in my stomach — wondering if i should just ignore it…”
“when something bad happens, it’s usually at night.”
TRACK 009 ♡ nymphs finding the head of orpheus
“i’ll make myself sick from the water.”
“all my tears and rage could fill a revolver.”
“now i see.”
“i used to think you must be the water i drink.”
“in the dark, i wait.”
“i used to dream of the day it’d just be you and me.”
“you cruel, cruel man.”
TRACK 011 ♡ whispering glades
“i’m sure as in life, there will be beautiful women there in your death.”
“you just have your way of charming those who catch your eye like shiny things.”
“you’re a nightmare disguised as a good dream.”
“when she wants a garden, you give her a rose.”
“you just have your ways, what with all of those grotesque displays of love you show.”
“i feel sorry for them because how could they know?”
“you give nothing and think it too much.”
“i’ll have a smile painted on my face.”
“hollywood suits you, darling; i think you should stay.”
TRACK 012 ♡ i’ll wait for you to call
“i’ll wait for you to call.”
“if i wait my whole life, it won’t be wasted at all.”
“i’m fine to love you from afar.”
“if i don’t see you again, i understand it’s just how things are.”
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Yahoo! We’ve got a baby train going again! Can we please get a fic of Basilio?
(I missed this big lug so much ;;; ____ ;;; )
Flavia had been teasing Basilio for months about how much of a worrywart he’d become. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that his wife, whom he was three heads taller than, had really started to feel the effects of pregnancy.
From the seventh month of your pregnancy, you’d adopted “the waddle”, seeing as it had gotten increasingly difficult to walk about with a healthy baby that just kept growing.
You’d also started to become more averse to food and drink you used to adore, which had perhaps been the most frightening thing to change. It was very touch and go, trying to figure out what you’d want to eat (or what you could and couldn’t) each day. Then came the mood swings, the random bouts of illness, and the aches and pains that came with the changes to your body.
Basilio had gone from cheery and energetic to fretting far more often than not; long sighs replaced his laughter, and his days of training were typically replaced with doting on you by staying at your side, for fear of you being hurt or needing his help.
But now he was at the peak of worry. You’d gone into labor about two hours past midnight, all during a blizzard swirling around Ferox, no less. Basilio had burst out of the bedroom with his poor wife in his arms, carrying you straight to the medical wing of the castle while shouting that the queen was in labor.
You handled the labor like a champ, but it was quite clear that you were in terrible pain. Basilio could see as much when he was in the room with you. You’d taken his hand into yours in a death grip, and you were struggling with the contractions as any mother-to-be would.
“You’re doin’ great, sweetheart-” Basilio tried to comfort you, though he could only do so much from the sidelines besides riding out the waves of pain with you. “You’re doin’ just fine!”
“Lord Khan, we need more ice water.” The midwife told him before you could so much as eek out a response behind clenched teeth. Basilio looked up at her, troubled.
“You mean I’ve gotta go get it? Can’t you send anybody else?”
“We’re still waiting on help from the capital- the snow and the time of day has made it difficult for the clerics to come. We’re spread thin as-is…”
“I get it,” He sighed, looking back at you. You were able to look up at him, though it was clear you weren’t doing well. You were frightened, and you were in pain. “I’ll be right back.”
“You h-have to go?” You held his hand a little tighter. He managed something akin to a tight smile, though even you could tell in your haze that he wasn’t aching to go.
“They’re tryin’ to get the other clerics in from the storm. ‘Til they do, I’ve gotta be the errand boy. I’ll be quick, all right? I’ll be back before you know it.”
You were able to nod, but another contraction racked your body before you could give your blessing. He stayed long enough to help you through it, before he had to peel himself away to get the necessary supplies.
Basilio grabbed two large buckets from the clerics, heading out the doors with a very troubled expression on his face. Flavia was waiting outside, Lon’qu and Lissa both in attendance as well.
“Careful- you keep worrying and you’ll lose your beard hair too.” She grinned at him, though his ashen face was far from amused. Her smile faltered some, “That bad, huh?”
“We’re shorthanded,” He explained, holding up the buckets, “They’ve got me running errands when I need to be with Robin. She’s in a lot of pain.”
“That’s not abnormal,” Flavia tilted her head, “She’s going through childbirth; it’s the greatest struggle a woman can go through. If it makes you feel any better, I did send some mages and castle staff to help clear th epath for the clerics. We’re working to get them here as fast as we can.”
“Do you think they’d let me in to help?” Lissa asked worriedly, though Lon’qu was the first to shake his head.
“You’re kind to offer, Princess, but I’m afraid Feroxi and Ylissean methods of childbirth vary quite a bit. It’s more likely the midwife would see you as an obstacle rather than helpful. It might be better if you two can get down there and see if you can help with getting the clerics through.”
“All right…if it’ll help Robin, then I’ll do whatever you need me to! Let’s go, Lon’qu.” Lissa hurried down the corridor, her Myrmidon matching her pace. Basilio glanced back at Flavia, who gestured they head the opposite direction to fulfill his own mission.
It was strange seeing the boisterous ruler so uncharacteristically quiet and anxious. He had been so excited for the baby, but now he seemed frightened that anything could go wrong.
Sensing this, Flavia clapped a hand on his shoulder while they waited in the kitchens for the buckets to be refilled.
“Enough of the long face, oaf. You’re going to frighten the staff away.”
He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Can you really blame me for being anxious? It looks like hell, what Robin’s goin’ through. And it doesn’t help she’s gotta do it in the middle of a winter storm- it’s like the gods looked at her and decided Morgan’s birth was gonna be the hardest possible day of her life. And I can’t do a thing about it, y’know?”
“You can be there for her, and assist with the delivery like you are now.” She pointed out, “What matters is that you’re there. Besides, the midwife hasn’t given any indication that it’s going poorly. If anything, it’s just a matter of waiting for the delivery to start.”
“You’re saying it’s supposed to look like she’s on the verge of death the entire time?”
“Every birth I ever assisted with in my village was just like that. Except the mothers didn’t have access to the best medical staff in the whole of the kingdom.” She pointed out, giving him a strong pat on the back. “So chin up, Khan- you’re only going to stress your wife out more if you look as freaked out as she does!”
“I’m sure it hasn’t helped, huh?” He agreed, sighing again. He straightened up, taking the buckets back now that they were filled with icy water. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling given the biting chill outside, but he didn’t dare question it. If you needed ice water, you were absolutely going to get it.
The pair were about halfway back before they spotted a maid rushing towards them both, looking quite frantic.
“Milord!! The queen’s ready to push!”
“Already?!”
“It’s noon, Basilio- at least ten hours have gone by.” She rolled her eyes, “Hurry back- I’ll take these and catch up!”
The Khan wasted absolutely no time, breaking into a sprint the second the pails of water were out of his hands. It was finally happening- you were moments away from the end of the journey.
It wasn’t much longer before he was back where they started, pushing through the heavy doors to find that he was not only in the throes of your delivery starting, but that Lissa was inside and at your bedside, coaching you through the pushing.
The delivery had already begun.
“Robin, I’m back! I’m here!!” Basilio said over the chaos of the midwife and clerics, taking Lissa’s place with a quick nod of thanks.
“The path is cleared- Lon’qu’s guiding them back, so they’ll be here in no time to come help Robin! I came back early to see if I could help.” Lissa explained quickly, an exhilarated smile on her face. “She’s doing great, Basilio! Morgan’s almost here!”
“Right,” He smiled back at her, before returning his full attention to his wife. You were staring at him with a notable spark of fear in your eyes, which he did wish he could wipe away.
“Y’hear that, Robin? We’re gettin’ close to the end of the road. Just a few pushes and we’ll have Morgan here, at last!”
“Y-yeah, I heard, I-I just…I don’t know if I can do it.” Your voice was strained and weak, but thick enough with fear that it alarmed Basilio.
“What’re you talkin’ about? We’re already this far in! Just a little bit more and we’re gonna be a whole family!”
“I-I’m just really…I’m tired, and i-it hurts so much, and I-I don’t think I can do it-”
“Hey, now.” He clasped your hand in both of his, kissing your fingers sweetly, “Don’t you worry about all that. If anybody can do this, you can! You absolutely can!”
You swallowed, absolutely beaten down by the circumstances. But nobody wanted Morgan more than you. Basilio was a close second, but he didn’t hold a candle.
So with a swift nod, you grabbed hold of Basilio and started pushing for all you were worth.
Basilio had never heard you cry out like he did that day. Your grip grew so tight that you ended up causing a hairline fracture in three different bones in his hand.
There were so many tears, so many curses (mostly spat at him), and encouragement that he was sure fell on deaf ears. But you still pushed on. The clerics finally broke through the weather and ran into the room, Lon’qu leading the charge for them to get to the queen.
It would be a full fifteen minutes of pushing before Morgan finally made it out, but the exact moment you heard your baby’s cry pierce the air…it was over.
“Robin…oh my gods, Robin!” Basilio gasped, his attention blinking between his absolutely exhausted wife and his very angry newborn son.
“It’s a boy!” The midwife announced, to cheers from Lissa, Basilio and the rest of the staff (you gave a wobbly smile). Though to be fair, that was wholly expected.
The Khan leaned down, wrapping his arms around you and peppering kisses into your hair.
“You did it! Just like I said you would, huh?” He said between pecks, making you giggle. He started to stroke your cheek, but found that moving his fingers caused a shock of immense pain to shoot through it.
“You…you good?” You breathed, and he retracted, realizing that there were some dark bruises showing almost exactly where you’d been gripping him.
“Who, me? Don’t you worry about me! You just had a baby! I’ll have Lissa take a look at my hand- I’m sure it’s nothin’.” He reassured you, “Just rest a second. I’ll be right back.”
He turned to said princess, who had quickly come to his side when he first mentioned her name. She bit back a laugh, taking out a Heal staff to address his wounds.
“Yeah, she broke your fingers.”
His face blanched.
“You’re jokin’, right?”
“Nope- pregnancy strength is no joke! I’m more surprised she didn’t break more of your hand.” She was grinning from ear to ear while she helped him off to the side. While they worked, you were carefully tended and cleaned up, given a fresh change of clothes and had your bedding replaced so that you could rest far more comfortably now that the worst was over.
Basilio watched over you the entire time, ready to jump into action with half a hand if necessary. Thankfully you were returned to your peace, and Morgan’s wails had quieted once he was bundled up nice and warm, on his way to his mother’s arms.
By the time the Khan’s healing was finished, he found that you were sitting upright, gently bouncing a very tiny bunch of blankets that no doubt was occupied by a handsome young fellow.
“Congratulations,” Lissa whispered to him, ushering him to your side before escaping the delivery room with the rest of the quieted clerics.
The chaos was finally over. Now, it was just the two of you, alone in bed with a squeaky, squirmy baby.
“Robin?” Basilio called to you carefully, walking back to the bedside. You turned to him, the smile he’d missed for months finally back on your lips.
“How’s your hand?”
“All better,” He replied, nervously glancing at the package in your arms. “You two, uh…how are you guys doing?”
“We’re fine…just fine.” You returned your attention to your little one, tilting your arm just slightly so Basilio could get a good look at him. He leaned forward in his seat, practically halfway onto the bed when he was able to spot that little face.
He was crinkling his nose and his brow furrowed, but every time you touched his cheek or cooed his name, Morgan would calm, and his expression would ease.
“Well, well, well…would you look at that.” Basilio was all but glowing. His hand settled over the blankets, feeling the teeny warmth that a newborn seemed to radiate. “Morgan’s just as handsome as I thought he’d be.”
“I think he’s even more so.” You remarked, making him chuckle.
“He’s gonna be a hell of a looker, that’s for sure. No doubt he’ll be whip smart, too…think he could be even smarter than his future version?”
“Are you trying to pit our sons against each other before one of them can even sit up?” You laughed at his musings, to which he shrugged.
“I didn’t say that! I just thought, y’know, since it’s a different timeline and all…I wonder how different this Morgan’ll be.”
“I doubt they’ll be too different. I’m sure he’ll be just as sweet, smart and strong as his older brother.”
“No doubt about it.” Basilio hummed in agreement, “...Though hopefully this one’ll hit a growth spurt. It’s no fun bein’ the only tall one in the family!”
“Just for that, I hope he’s shorter than me.”
“Don’t do that to him!” Basilio gasped, “He’s gotta be a giant like his old man, you hear me?”
“I mean, I do, but I don’t have any control over that.”
“We’ll just see about that.”
“...What are you planning to do to our barely-half-an-hour old son?”
“Nothin’...yet.” You shook your head, flicking Basilio’s forehead to put a proper stop to his antics. The pair of you dissolved into laughter, and the rest of your snowy afternoon was spent cuddling Morgan, taking turns holding the itty bitty baby and plotting out the hopeful future you looked forward to as a lovely new family.
#basilio#robin#fe 13#fire emblem awakening#fea#basilio x Robin#f!robin#fem!robin#fe-fictions#fe fictions#f!mu#baby train#pregnancy fluff#basilio is literally such a good dad tho#he’s just a big kid#the best man ;;;
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survey #091
(taken december 18th last year; uploading surveys taken while gone)
Have you ever shared a house with a significant other?
Not legally, but I stayed in that apartment way, way too regularly to be considered a "guest" by that point.
How are you feeling today? Happy, sad, or anything else?
I am super fucking at peace, Girt stayed last night and the one before that and it was great. Roman and Cookie both slept with us, and it was just a sound, cozy night. I woke up when he did with his alarms to go to work and we were both super cuddly and it was just cute. After work he comes straight back here to stay again, and I am ACTUALLY considering trying to make dinner out of something for us so I can feel like a proper adult and helpful partner. Idc, I wanna do something nice and adult-y.
Who was the last person that made you upset? What did they do?
I am FULL prefacing this with the fact this was dumb as shit and I was absolutely being a brat, but I got frustrated I wanna say three nights ago when I was venting the tiniest bit to Girt and he took 'til like, midnight, when I was asleep, to reply. It's embarrassing to even share, like holy shit he has a life and responsibilities and also free time and such. He proves a million times over he cares and is absolutely always there for me, that night just sucked so pretty much everything was hurting me.
Do you have a crush on anyone? Tell me about them.
"Crush" doesn't even begin to cover it. Been there for me consistently more than any friend I have ever, and I do mean ever, had. He's never lost faith that I can do great things and conquer what I'm afraid of. He makes me cry from laughing when I don't even want to smile. I feel like I can tell him pretty damn much anything. He's genuinely the most doting boyfriend ever and besides probably my mom of course, my biggest fan there is; he will hype me the fuck up over anything and supports me endlessly. He really appreciates and values my advice and opinions. He SOMEHOW acts entirely unashamed of me. I need to stop, I am too fucking emotional lately and am crying/fighting not to sob lmao jesus, he's just great.
Have you ever had something signed by someone famous? What and who?
No but bitch I wish, there are some signatures I would frame lmao
Have you made out with anyone in the last 2 weeks?
Yeah.
Have you shaved your legs in the past three days?
No. I want laser hair removal on my legs so fucking bad, my legs humiliate me but for multiple reasons regularly shaving them just is not reasonable, or maybe even not possible right now.
Does anyone hate you?
Probably. Quite sure there are people who do.
What bugs you about the last person you dated?
She is, honestly, one of the biggest liars I have ever met, and has been SINCE we met. Among other things.
Have you ever felt replaced?
Oh yes.
Have you ever played a drinking game? Which ones?
No.
Did you ever play Neopets when you were younger?
Oh yes, I was obsessed. Honestly, it started my computer addiction, I'm pretty sure. Omg I actually recently saw this tattoo featuring a sick tiger Neopet with the quote "we are all God's Neopets, and he forgot the password" and BOY I fucking CONSIDERED lmfao
Do you regularly check anyone’s profile online?
Nope.
Have your parents ever worked in medicine?
My mom was a pharmacy tech for quite a while.
Do you have any silly nicknames or pet names?
I guess "Twinkie," which is the nickname my mom has used for me since I was a baby; she gave all her kids sweets nicknames, lol.
Are you any good at drawing?
I guess, wish I was better though.
Is there anything unusual about your house?
Uh I don't believe so.
Do you find it hard to talk to strangers, even people who work in stores?
Yes, to such a debilitating degree that it has majorly affected my ability to work/find work I can function through.
How many wigs do you own?
Zero.
Are your maternal/parental instincts strong?
No, but more than they once were; I've helped my mom babysit my nieces and nephew so much that I guess they just naturally started to grow. Like I DO know I get way more upset when a baby cries than in the past, especially if they ARE my niece/nephew, like I get this desperate urge to fix whatever's wrong and I really feel like my heart hurts. It's weird, historically I've had stronger maternal-ish (major emphasis on "ish," don't make this weird) protection instincts over s/os, I've found especially if they're sick.
Do you feel confident in your body image?
My self-confidence is in the fucking negatives and it's been getting to me even more than usual (which is already severely) the past few days.
Do you like country music?
I hate it. In very rare instances, I'll hear a song I enjoy, but in general? I cannot stand it.
What was the last essay you remember writing about?
Toxic masculinity. I wish I still had access to it, it was probably one of my favorite academic things I have ever written. My teacher loved it and used it as the example piece the following semester.
In your dream kitchen, would the worktops be marble or steel?
Marble.
Who is considered the “black sheep” of your family? Why?
Me. I am pretty starkly different from the general vibe and interests of my family.
What’s something you’re so good at that you take pride in your skill?
I'm genuinely proud of my writing.
What’s the worst/best thing you’ve done without your parents knowing?
My mom would probably kill me if she knew certain places I "did things" as a teen lmfao. Best, uhhhh... that's hard dude, my mom knows so, so, so much. I'm stumped enough to give in and also say the same things that qualified for "worst" kms 🥴
What’s a random funny scene from a movie that has stuck with you?
Honestly a lot from White Chicks, that movie is so fucking memeable and I love it.
Would you date someone who still lived with their parents?
I do that now, so yes. Although in Girt's situation, it's for his mom versus she housing him; she has mental health problems and couldn't work for many years, so she came back to Girt all the way from like Indiana or something and stayed with him because he's a fucking saint. He's basically run the place for he and Shelia for many years on his own, but she's now had a stable job for maybe like a year now and he's very READY to move out, the housing market is just so wordlessly insane right now that doing so is very unreasonable, so for right now they stay together.
Would you have to sleep with someone before marrying them?
No.
Do you think there is life on other planets?
In some form, absolutely. It's like, impossible for us to be the ONLY life-sustaining planet in an infinite space.
Would you enjoy a night of playing video games?
Hell yeah, those with Girt are the absolute best.
Would you watch a porno with your partner?
No, porn grosses me out personally. I don't want to see two totally random people going at each other. I would get absolutely nothing but a disgust reaction from that. It's totally fine if others are into it (just not to an addiction level obviously, that's problematic), I'm just not.
Do you like gummy candy?
Yeah, it's a texture I like more than most others.
Do you know what the person you have feelings for is doing at this moment?
He's at work.
How many brothers does your father have?
I'm quite sure he has none, or he just hasn't talked about him like, at all.
Are any of your relatives vets?
Not that I know of.
Who cleans the most in your house?
My mom.
Do you have any current or past teachers on your facebook friends?
Quite a lot, and I doubt they're happy with me. 🥴
Have you ever seen the last person you kissed cry?
No.
Do your parents vote?
I know Mom does, idk about Dad.
Who's the most romantic person you ever went out with?
Jason.
How would you react if your best friend was pregnant/got someone pregnant?
That would be Girt so that would be a VERY quick breakup if it wasn't me. If it was me, I'd be fucking devastated, terrified, and get an abortion as absolutely soon as possible.
Have you ever seen the last person you kissed dressed up fancy?
Possibly in high school on his senior picture day, but I don't remember it.
Did you have a dream last night?
No, last night's sleep was totally peaceful.
What’s something you’ve always wanted to say to your ex?
I haven't *always* wanted to say it, but for years now I've just wanted to tell him I'm so sorry.
What would you do if you saw a guy hit a girl?
My VERY strong instinct says that I would absolutely storm over to them and deck him dead in the face. I very literally think I would. And then call the cops.
What is the last state you were in besides your own?
Virginia.
What two breeds of dog do you think would make a really great puppy?
Maybe like... an akita and chow-chow. I looked it up and apparently they're legit and I'm in love.
Who is the best person you’ve ever “met” online?
That's too hard. I have met THE greatest people through the Internet.
Describe your elementary school in 10 words or less.
Very invested in their students, extremely friendly, bright, fun.
What is the greatest kids’ show ever and why?
Okay don't judge but when I'm watching my niece with Mom, she LOVES the show Bluey, and honestly it is absolutely adorable and shows you such an ideal but also realistic picture of a good, honest, just picturesque family.
The best album ever made is ______ because _________:
Ozzy's Black Rain because you skip NO song. EVERY single one fucking slaps.
Did you ever see a scorpion in the wild?
No, they're not native here.
What is the newest thing you’ve learned?
Two nights back at Girt's, we were talking about their old dog Charlotte and how much she fucking adored Donald; both Ashley and Shelia said that she did not just love him, that dog was in love with him. Apparently Charlotte's ashes were buried next to Donald because that's what both would have wanted. ;___;
Name a state you have never been to, but would like to go to.
Arizona, probably surprisingly. There is a number of native animals there I would REALLY like to see.
Name a word that people use locally that outsiders probably can’t pronounce.
Conetoe. You said it wrong.
Describe your world in 5 words.
CONFUSING, stressful, poetic (not in all ways, but I'd say definitely in many), melancholy, but mine and one of a goddamn kind so I'll take it.
What time did you go to bed last night?
Uh it was before 12. We played Jackbox Party Pack games for a few hours with some of his online buds, but he also tried excruciatingly spicy ramen, more than he should've because the psycho didn't wanna waste it but also to "build up [his] heat tolerance" and I was like BUT WHY?????? is that necessary????? Thankfully he knew I was right so didn't finish it and then he just wanted to go to bed lmao, he felt like shit.
Who did you last ride in a car with?
Girt. Bless him, it's a 30 minute drive to his place and he was BELTIN shit which I usually don't mind at all, but between driving to his place and back, I got such a bad headache lol.
Are you currently heart broken?
No, my heart is fuller than it normally is.
Do you know how to change a diaper?
I mean, to be completely realistic I could probably figure it out, but immediately? No. I have changed ONE diaper in my entire life and never will again (and that one wasn't even very dirty).
Would you be tazed for a million bucks?
Yes.
What is the most annoying thing that your parents do?
My mom is always 100% certain she's right. Disagreeing is disrespect. My dad can be weird and sometimes rude to people, and he has no concept of "there are people who can hear you other than me" in public.
Do you completely trust the person you’re dating?
Yes.
When was the last time you received a hug? Who was this hug from?
This morning, Girt.
Are you one of those people who like The Nightmare Before Christmas?
I do, but nowhere near obsessively or even as much as people seem to think I do. The movie is fine, but it's nothing amazing, honestly. Coincidentally, both my phone's lock and home screen are scenes from the movie, lol. Just for the holiday.
What is your favourite type of nut?
Idk, I really don't like nuts very much. I guess cashews, I can handle them fine in like, nut/grain/etc. bars.
Where did you eat the best pizza you’ve ever eaten in your life?
Guys I am not fucking kidding, it was literally at an indoor trampoline park sort of place that hosts parties, lmao. We went there for Girt's nephew's party, and that pizza, everything about it, was BOMB.
Did you ever watch The Rugrats when you were a kid?
Oh yes, loved it.
Do you know anyone who smokes in their car?
Dad and Kim.
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October 29th
Yeah I’m never going to manage to do daily logs, am I?
Today feels like it was at least three days.
It starts out- or rather, technically yesterday ends- with me deciding to take a sleep aid super early so I can get some sleep before making a five hour solo drive.
It worked perfect. I fell asleep around 7 or so and woke up before midnight, absolutely unable to get more sleep even though none of my alarms had gone off yet. I had set alarms for midnight, 2 AM, and 4 AM, just to give me options. Ended up out the door by midnight.
I extracted myself from cuddling my girlfriend, grabbed my and Clover’s stuff, and packed us into the car I was borrowing.
Most of the trip was pretty unremarkable. Did have a minor incident where a car outpaced me and then five minutes later I saw them flipped in a ditch, but another car was stopped already and a cop car pulled over as I was approaching, so I just drove past.
Get to my friend’s place where I’m meant to be ‘staying the weekend’ at around 5 in the morning. We greeted each other- it had been a while- and then I go to the guest room, set up Clover’s kennel, and lay down to try to get some sleep. I don’t end up being able to sleep til after 7, and Clover insisted on waking me up at 9 for breakfast, but still a little more sleep to add on to my tally.
Took her out, fed her breakfast, chatted with my friend’s dad who was there to help him with some stuff, relaxed a bit, had breakfast, and then got ready for graduation.
I intended to get there a little early but between the drive itself and how long it takes to get unloaded by myself, ended up only getting inside with minutes to spare.
Grabbed the name tags for Clover and I and was shown to our ‘pod table’. Clover’s raisers were late, but when the main one got there, it was great! I got to hear about Clover’s shenanigans over the years, and see some adorable photos!
Then everybody was ushered into the main room to our assigned seats. They had a brief presentation about how many volunteers are involved in raising the dogs, had one give a speech, and then showed a presentation of all the graduating teams, their medical issues, and their tasks. Clover was good for the first half, but started getting fidgety after that and by the end was even quietly whining a little.
After that was reception. The donor who paid to name Clover came up to take a photo of us, and two of her other foster parents talked with me for a bit and gave me some puppy photos of her! And apparently the one is making a scrapbook she’s going to send me, along with a comical headband she made for Clover. I’m super excited- one of the few downsides of going through the program for Clover was the lack of puppy photos. I’m so excited to finally get them! I also snuck Clover outside for a break as soon as I could.
After that, one of the program staff came up to me and asked if she could introduce me to another graduating team. She said it was because he was also a long distance (from the program) team, but I got the vibe it was because we were both trans instead. It was still cool talking to him though- he’s had assistance dogs for about 15 years and has been out as trans for almost twice that.
I love meeting trans elders so much. I felt like I bless breaking new ground when I came out not that long ago, it’s so wonderful meeting the people who actually did.
After that, went back to my friend’s house. We introduced his cat to Clover, and it resulted in Clover backing away as the little cat walked menacingly towards her and occasionally hissed. Clover was bullied by a cat a fifth cold her weight at best, the poor baby.
I was missing my girlfriend so I told my friend I was considering heading back early. He asked if I wanted to go to dinner first, and I missed him so an excuse to spend more time (well, less than was planned, but more than if I left immediately) was a very welcome suggestion.
Clover behaved beautifully for dinner (we got sushi), despite how long of a day it had been. I spent some time texting the guy I had met at graduation. As we were getting up to leave, I got my favourite brand of unsolicited comment- surprise from the people who had been seated after us that there was a dog there the whole time.
Went back to my friend’s place, packed up my stuff, and hit the road. The first hour and a half or so went per normal. I was a little sleepy, but nibbled on a snack I had packed for that purpose to wake me up. I don’t know why eating wakes me up, but it does so reliably. It was even mostly a straight shot, other than stopping when the gas light came on to fill up. I had intended to fill up earlier, but got distracted.
And then. Then, all of a sudden, the hood flew up and crashed against the windshield. It took me half a second to process, but then I hunched down to peek through the gap and managed to pull over and put the hazards on.
I get out and try to close the hood only to find that it has been bent far too out of shape to close. I also called the car’s owner to fill them in and ask what to do. I only panicked and cried a little. They stayed on the phone with me until I could get to a gas station, to take a better look, and reminded me they had an emergency kit in their trunk.
The hood stayed down for the way-too-long trek to the gas station, but I didn’t trust it so I strapped it down as well, just grill to bumper. Just enough for a little added security. The car’s owner thinks the latch may have rusted through and broken, but I wonder if I somehow did something. No, I don’t know what. Yes, that may be my anxiety speaking. But I don’t know enough to know that I’m not responsible.
I drove the rest of the way back with no incidents, and dropped the car off at the mechanic. My girlfriend picked me up from there and I immediately hugged her and started shaking. I tore myself away to transfer my stuff (and Clover) from car to car, and then gratefully climbed in the passenger seat.
At that point I kinda shut down. If I let myself feel my emotions, I started breaking down; if I let myself think I started spiraling, and if I let myself feel the pain my body was in from almost 12 hours of driving and a full day of activities I might scream. My girlfriend noticed, tried to do small talk, and held my hand the whole way.
Finally get back to my place, ditch my stuff in the entry way, fix my bed up from the child stealing it while I was gone (mostly- my support bar is pulled out for some reason, but that can be fixed tomorrow) and snuggle into my girlfriend… and immediately start just about breaking down again. So I shut my brain up once more, except my heart is still well into the triple digits and the tears won’t stop even though the head is empty.
And now every time I try to sleep my brain starts spiralling again. So I’m trying to distract myself. So far all I’ve managed to do though is kill time. I even messaged my discord servers that I might be a little sporadic the next few days. And then promptly read every channel I had missed today. My girlfriend has to leave early tomorrow for prior plans. I just want to cuddle her. And my brain refuses to cooperate.
Honestly, I mostly came back to this log for today in hopes that writing it down will let me be able to sleep. Or at least cuddle without falling to the Bad Thoughts.
For the record, they seem to mostly be decided into two camps- one, the incident going far far worse than it did and two, how horrible I am for letting it happen/causing it. Somewhat how much punishment I deserve for the latter.
Fucked up on that aspect, my brain is. I may be wrong, but I think most people would be like ‘I did something bad and I’m not being punished? Lucky break, I’ll make sure to never do that thing again’ and my brain is just like ‘I’m not being punished? I’ll punish myself! Far worse than anyone else probably even would.’ Not sure if it’s a trauma thing or a kink thing, but it’s definitely weird.
Birds are singing outside. Shouldn’t they be south for the winter by now? But they’ve made me aware that it is five AM. I need to at least try and sleep again.
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Two more days til Gus and Wilma are back! “Are you sure this is necessary, amor?” My mate and love of my life Gus had been trying to” “talk me out of tonight’s main event all week, but this was something I had to do if I wanted there to be peace in our town. Assjacket, West Virginia. He handed me a sports bottle with a special sports-blend of blood—aptly named Red Bull—but I waved it away. If I drank too much, the combination of nerves and the bouncing on my toes I was doing to stay warm was going to make me pee my pants in front of everyone, and that would not be a winning move. “Gus, I’ll be fine. I have no choice. If I don’t do this, I won’t be able to stay in this town. I’ve worked so hard on the TV station, and Bertram and I have set up the house, not to mention the late-night show…” “But I don’t want you to get hurt, and no offense, because I know you’re a badass, but Zelda kinda scares the undead midnights out of me.” The part about this current dilemma I hated the most was that somehow, when my powers were unlocked by Gus accidentally “turning me into a vampire, I was put on the witch’s bad side. Witches in Germany, where I’d spent the first 112 of my years of life, possessed something similar to a pheromone that made other witches angry, violent. It had never been an issue for me until my death and birth into vampirism. The death part broke the hex that I’d had my whole life, and the whole vampire bit? Witches naturally hate vampires. Double trouble. I’d only just met Zelda—the mate of the town’s alpha—and was hoping maybe “I’d found a friend, but then she told me in no uncertain terms— “I’m kicking your ass, hexen!” Cheers rang out through the makeshift auditorium at Zelda’s taunt. I knew at one point they used to put on plays here, but tonight, the energy was a bit more…bloodthirsty. “Yeah, well, her bite is much worse than her bark,” Gus’s cousin Freddy shouted back, flashing his fangs across the ring. “Freddy, stop that,” Gus said. “Don’t make it worse!” Find out what happens when it comes to fisticuffs between Wilma and Zelda! MONDAY! #magicmayhemuniverse https://www.instagram.com/p/CkUitT1ryPi/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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The Match - Part 5
Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: You find yourself in the middle of a predicament.
Word Count: 2.3k
Warnings: SMUT as always, sort of public sex??? Unprotected sexy times, emotional damage lmao
A/N: Buckle up, babies!!! You’re in for a rollercoaster ride for this chapter ajckjasncjak I apologize in advance and please don’t hate me
AND BTW if you guys haven’t seen, I found the perfect playlist for this series lmao I saw the title and I was like HOLD UP this is perfect https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3Eg5ZH6wMq4iocF5fWSesb?si=aff157a6198a4446
The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST
Still awake, baby?
Fuck.
You screamed into your pillow upon reading Bucky’s text. It was quarter to midnight and you couldn’t sleep, especially not after Bucky told you that he wanted to make the relationship official.
It’d only been three months and you felt like he was moving too fast. And when he promised that he would find a way to snatch your heart the old-fashioned way? You wanted to explode because obviously, he already did.
But you weren’t going to say that to someone who already had a huge ego (and cock, too).
You composed yourself and typed in your reply, throwing your phone to your side after sending it.
Yeah. Why are you still up tho?
Not even a minute later and your phone began to ring. You sat up on your bed and squeezed your pillow, hating how Bucky had such an effect on you. Jesus, what are you, a high school student?!
You stared at his name on your screen before swiping and accepting the call.
“What’s up?” You answered as calmly as you could.
Bucky’s low chuckle sounded so fucking sexy that you had to bite your lower lip to prevent a moan from escaping.
“Still working. Can’t concentrate though, I keep remembering how you looked like with my cock in your mouth.”
You exhaled through your nose, “Jesus, you’re insatiable.” You said.
“Only for you, baby. You know that.” He said and your heart did a little somersault inside your chest.
“Don’t stay up too late, you have an early meeting tomorrow, right?” You asked, trying to change the topic because if you didn’t, you were sure how things would go.
Bucky let out another chuckle, “Yeah, yeah. I’ll just finish signing some papers and then I’m off to bed.”
You hummed and laid back down on the bed. It was completely silent but it wasn’t awkward. You heard the shuffling of paper on Bucky’s end, followed by the squeaking of a chair.
“You still there?” Bucky asked.
“Mhmm, you done?” You asked back.
“A few more papers left, baby. Can you wait ‘til I finish?”
There was something about talking to Bucky on the phone like this, so casual and so...mundane. It felt natural and comfortable, to think that this was the first phone conversation you had with him. He only sent you texts previously so this was new, but you had to admit, you loved it.
Bucky heard you yawning and let out a soft laugh. He sounded sleepy too when he spoke, “Almost done.” He reassured.
“Let’s have dinner tomorrow.” He added.
“Yeah, okay. As long as it’s not in the same restaurant we went to after my promotion.” You groaned at the memory.
Bucky snorted, “We’re banned there, babe. Even if I wanted to go back there, they wouldn’t allow it.” He said.
“No shit, Sherlock. We got caught in their bathroom, of course they’ll ban us.” You huffed out.
“I was looking forward to dessert, you know.” You pouted.
“I got my dessert though.” You could hear Bucky’s smug smirk through the phone.
“Are you done?” Bucky whispered into your ear as he placed an arm on the back of the booth.
You shivered at his voice and nodded, grabbing your champagne and drinking it in one go.
“I promised you something, didn’t I? That I’ll give you something right before dessert? Meet me in the bathroom in five. Again, don’t be late.”
And with that, Bucky slid out of the booth and adjusted his suit before leaving for the bathroom. You clutched your heart and waved at the waiter who passed by, requesting for a refill and downing it before following Bucky.
You adjusted the black dress that Bucky bought you, you were surprised at how perfect the fit was. The lovely dress though, made you uncomfortable because of its length and the fact that Bucky still had your panties with him was making you feel even more conscious.
You were immediately pulled into the men’s bathroom as soon as you got there. Bucky tugged you into one of the cubicles and wasted no time to bend you over, lifting your skirt up to squeeze your ass.
“I knew I picked the right dress, you look good enough to eat.” Bucky grunted as he unbuckled his belt.
You moaned and pressed your palms against the door, pushing out your ass towards Bucky until you felt him line his tip up to your entrance. In one swift move, Bucky bottomed out and didn’t give you enough time to adjust.
It was fast and violent, the way Bucky fucked you inside that stall. Both of you were too caught up in the pleasure to even hear the commotion happening outside.
“Not gonna last long, Bucky...” you whimpered, feeling your legs tremble.
You’d been on edge the entire time, having been denied your orgasm earlier. And Bucky kept on squeezing your thigh teasingly during dinner, palm always inching higher until it settled close to your bare mound.
Of course, you wouldn’t last long!
“I know, baby.” Bucky said, sucking the skin on your exposed shoulder as he continued to fuck you from behind.
Once done with the sex escapade, the both of you were welcomed by the restaurant’s manager with a disapproving (and scarred) look on his face.
You blushed at the memory, “Let’s not do that again, please?” You said.
Bucky laughed, “Fine, fine. But dinner tomorrow, okay?”
You yawned at the same time you hummed, “Just dinner.”
“Wholesome dinner.” He confirmed. “Alright, I’m done with work. Sleep now, baby.” He cooed and you nodded even though Bucky couldn’t see you.
You heard footsteps and then the sound of the door closing shut.
“Good night, baby.”
“Hmm, good night, Bucky.”
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To say you were giddy the next day was an understatement. You were on cloud nine after having a phone conversation with Bucky last night. You even greeted Janet the snitch a very good morning when you shared the elevator with her.
You entered your floor and offered everyone a smile, but you also noticed that they seemed to be preoccupied talking to each other.
“What’s up?” You asked Martha and the other girls who were huddled together.
“Haven’t you heard?” She asked. “Sophia shared an elevator ride with Mister Barnes earlier. He called a flower shop, asked for their most expensive bouquet and then went on to make dinner reservations at an elite restaurant!”
You paled at the discovery and cleared your throat, “And that’s a big deal because?”
Martha snickered, “Girl, we’re talking about James Barnes here, a rich and eligible bachelor. It is a big deal. And ugh, I wonder who the lucky lady is! What I’d do to be her.” Martha dreamily said.
“Do you think it’s an employee here? Fuck, I’d be so envious if that girl happens to be working here!” Sophia added.
“Is that even allowed? Sounds pretty scandalous to me.” Kate chimed in.
“Oh my god. Remember the pantry incident that Janet reported? What if that was Mister Barnes and his girl? Damn, that’s juicy. It’d be horrifying if they get caught.” Kate added.
Your head felt light-headed at all the information that was going on. Hearing their conversations felt like a bucket of iced water was being poured on you. It was like a moment of a major realization.
Shit, what has gotten into you, getting all tangled up in this mess? Damn you, Tinder!
Even if Bucky agreed to take things slow, you realized that it wouldn’t really help. If news got out that you were dating the CEO of your company, you’d still receive some backlash for it.
Maybe making it official wasn’t the right thing to do. At least, not yet.
“Ladies, gossip time is over.” You announced and tried to stay calm. “And speaking of Barnes, I need to submit a report.”
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You nervously knocked on Bucky’s door, hoping that he was back from his early morning meeting. You could hear him talking inside and thought that maybe he was busy.
“Come in.” He called before you could even turn around.
Slowly, you opened the door and slipped inside his office. Bucky was on his chair, talking to someone over the phone. When he saw that it was you, he quickly put his phone on mute and smiled.
“Yes, baby? What do you need?” He asked softly.
Goddammit! Bucky was surely getting used to that pet name. Initially, he’d only call you that in the throes of pleasure. But somehow, Bucky began to use it so casually that it made you nervous. What if he slipped and called you that during a meeting, in front of everyone?
You hated how Bucky was becoming soft and gentle around you, well, except maybe when he was in a certain mood. It was confusing the hell out of you. But you also enjoyed being the only one to witness his soft side.
Was his offer to make things official because he truly liked you or was the fucking that good to make him want to commit all of a sudden?
“I uhh, I think I’ll just come back later if you’re busy.” You stammered.
Bucky held up a finger and then unmuted his phone, “Hey, something important came up. I’ll call you again later.” He said and quickly ended the call before turning to you.
“You know I’m never too busy for you.” He said, his eyes the softest you’d ever seen.
There goes your heart.
“I think...” you trailed, not sure how you were going to say it.
Bucky raised his eyebrows at you, urging for you to continue. You heaved out a deep sigh. Your hands balled into fists at your side as you walked closer to his desk.
“Can we raincheck on the dinner tonight?” You asked.
Bucky frowned, “Why?”
You shrugged, “No reason.”
“Lie to me one more time and I’ll have you on my lap for some spanking.”
How the hell does Bucky do that? Become all sweet and soft and then rough and dominating all of a sudden?!
You squeezed your thighs together because the image of Bucky’s hand landing on your ass was doing things to you. You willed yourself not to give in, you came here for a reason.
“There are rumors about you. Someone heard you making dinner reservations and now everyone’s talking about it. I just...” you paused to check Bucky’s reaction but as usual, you couldn’t read his face.
“Maybe making this official isn’t...the right thing to do.”
Bucky pushed himself up from the chair slowly and stalked towards you. Was he mad? Fuck, you hoped he wasn’t. When he reached you, his hand came up to brush your cheek with his knuckles.
“What do you want then?” He asked.
Shit, you never actually thought about it. What do you want? Keep things casual between you and Bucky? Completely stop whatever it was that was going on between the two of you?
“I don’t know.” You shrugged.
“I like you.” Bucky stated and stepped back. “You’re intelligent and you don’t take shit from anyone, myself included. When you said you wanted to take things slow, I agreed to it. Hence, the flowers and dinner. Now that I’m giving it to you, you still don’t want it.”
Bucky’s livid. He was composed but the way his jaw tensed as he spoke was enough proof that he was mad, really mad. It’s his calm demeanor despite being angry that somehow scared you. The calm before the storm. What the storm was going to be? You didn’t know and honestly, you weren’t sure whether it was something that you even want to find out.
Maybe you were being confusing or indecisive but only because things happened too quickly for you to even properly process it. To think that you addressed your concerns last night, you actually that Bucky understood where your feelings were stemming from. However, it seemed to have gone over his head.
“Bucky, I don’t think you’re getting my point here.” You explained, tucking your hair behind your ear.
“If you heard what your employees have been saying about you and your...girl, you’d understand.” You said and placed your hands on your hips.
Bucky made a face, “Then make me understand. What did you hear?” he asked.
“We already talked about this last night! They’d think that the promotion was given to me because we fucked! That’s going to taint my image for the rest of my life.” You huffed out.
Bucky rubbed his face with his hand as he paced back and forth, “They’re idiots if they think of that. What do you want me to do? Give a detailed presentation why I decided to promote you? Go through your evaluation one by one? He sarcastically said.
“Oh my god, Bucky. You really don’t get it, do you?” You let out a humorless laugh.
He shrugged, “You’re confusing the hell out of me. Just tell me what the hell you want to happen.”
“Maybe I just want keep things professional.” You blurted out in the spur of the moment.
You didn’t mean it. You so didn’t mean it. Fuck. You word vomitted and now you were going to regret it.
Something in Bucky ticked, you saw it. He approached you until he was towering over your frame. It was intimidating to say the least, the way Bucky stared down at you with a blank expression on his face.
“What if I don’t want to?” Bucky asked, his eyes looking down at your lips for a quick second before moving back up to your eyes.
“I wasn’t asking for your permission.” you retorted and you’re not sure why.
Bucky exhaled through his nose and this time, you could read his face. He was fuming.
“I told you, you’re mine.” He said through gritted teeth.
The tension in the air was thick. The close proximity was making you dizzy, Bucky was so close that his scent was invading your senses. His jaw was clenched tightly as he looked down at you with piercing eyes and you were so tempted to just grab his face and kiss him and tell him that you liked him too.
But of course, your pride just had to be in the way.
“You don’t own me, Bucky. I am my own person.”
Another word vomit. You were Bucky’s the moment he laid his hands on you and you liked it.
Bucky inhaled and shrugged, loosening up before taking a step back. “So you want to keep it professional, huh?”
No.
“Yes.”
Bucky nodded, “You’re lying. I know you are. But okay then, professional it is. Let’s see how long you can keep lying to yourself.”
You watched Bucky walk back to his desk, sitting down on his chair with his arms crossed over his wide chest. His face was void of any emotion all of a sudden, he didn’t even look angry anymore and you hated how you couldn’t seem to figure him out.
“Anything else you’d like to discuss?” he asked, the professional tone of his voice sending chills down your spine, but not in a good way.
You slightly nodded, placing a folder on top of his desk before backing away. “It’s this month’s report.”
“Okay. You’re dismissed.” He casually said, grabbing the folder and skimming through your report as if you weren’t standing right in front of him.
You felt a pang of pain hit you right in the heart when he looked up at you questioningly, as if he was wondering why the fuck you still haven’t left his office. At that moment, you wanted to take back all the things you said and just give in to your damn feelings.
But would you really let your career nosedive just to be with Bucky? You weren’t sure if you were ready for that.
You straightened up and maintained a calm demeanor, “That’s all. Thanks, Bucky.”
“That’s Mister Barnes for you.”
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Prove you something // Mob!Tom Smut
Summary: you get jealous over a meeting Tom have with another woman without your knowledge, and he has to prove you something.
Pairing: mob!tom x reader
Word count: ~4.5K
Warnings: smut (18+), fingering (f.), oral (f.), language.
A/n: I’m a sucker for mob!Tom, judge me, but these last contents we’ve been receiving for the past month are the blame. here we go again, enjoy.
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As a mob, Tom had to deal with a lot of different people throughout his busy day. You were used to the meetings all the time, even when it was past afternoon, hiting the midnight. Patiently, you'd wait your turn to share some good time with your boyfriend, unless he wanted you to stay for the day, besides him, in the conference room.
Today was slightly different. Tom was held for hours in the conference room, talking business, while you distracted yourself with some other work. But by the time it was around 7p.m., you were bored enough to walk up the place, wanting to know when he'd be over.
Wearing your favorite pyjamas, you walked through the silent house, and just as approaching the conference room, you heard an unusual type of voice.
"Listen, Tom, I'm not here to discuss the shitty situation..."
It got your attention, made you stop in your tracks to hear better, all because it was a female voice. Normally, Tom would always meet with men, them being the mob leaders around London. Not a woman.
You tried to sneak around and see if there were another voice in the room, but as soon as you put your ear to the door's thick wood, Harrison came up behind your figure, making you jump.
"Holy shit!" You screamed in whispers. "Jesus, Harrison, you scared the hell out of me!"
Harrison didn't make any effort to cover his laughter, making you shush him.
"Sneaking around, uh?" He teased through laughters. "You know what Tom says about listening behind closed doors. Someday it might come back to you".
Trying to contain your madness, you cross your arms around your chest and snort. "It's meant for you guys, you idiot. He's not talking about his girlfriend".
"Are you really sure?", still holding his teasing smile, he tilts his head a little. Eyeing the door again, he pouted. "Why didn't he invite you tonight, then?"
"Said it was some small business and wouldn't take that long". You shrugged, though you knew it was bullshit. Tom had already been inside that fucking room for what seemed forever. It wasn't any small business talk, for what it matters.
"I can tell you that there's not small talking inside there" he pointed his chin in the room's direction. "Melissa is right there".
A little confused, but still not wanting to give your feelings away, you stay cool with your voice. "Who is Melissa?"
Harrison’s eyes narrowed and you can tell he had no idea you didn’t know about a single thing that was going on inside there.
“Melissa. The majoriest woman in this whole fucking city. She’s, like, the only female mobster leader in England”. The emphasis in his voice made you feel the message he wanted to deliver. You felt even somewhat a little weak, as if the weight of the presence of that woman could be sensed in your lungs.
Harrison quirked a brow, waiting for your answer, but you didn’t say nothing. Why was Tom lying to you? Why he didn’t want you to know that this woman was right inside the room with him?
“Is he alone there?” You questioned Haz, who shakes his head negatively.
“No, I was there a couple of minutes ago. Just grabbing a cup of tea”. He lifted the mug on his hand. “There’s also her guard or something. The chick is a bit... ugh”
You felt the weight again. “What the fuck does ugh means?!”
Harrison was about to explain, but seeing your exasperated reaction, he just smiled teasingly again. “I think someone is jealous”.
You puffed your cheeks out in frustration, wanting to tug on your hair, or maybe on Harrison’s.
“You’re being ridiculous” you tried your best to sound neutral about the fact that your boyfriend was inside a not very large room with a woman you didn’t know nothing about, but it was getting harder as Harrison seemed like having some fun torturing you.
“Don’t worry, y/n, that’s not what I meant” he chuckled softly and gave you a apologetic smile. “It’s just business, that’s all. You know Tom is far from being suspicious”.
You knew that very well, and if you were being honest, that was not your concern. That didn’t make you less jealous, though. Tom was the most faithful man you knew, not only with you, but with his mates. He could do anything for you and he surely had already proved that you’re the only woman in his life.
Anyways, the thought of that powerful woman inside the fucking room was driving you mad.
“I wanna go inside”, you stated, already turning on your heels. Harrison was quick to grab your wrist, trying to stop you from entering the room.
“Y/n, what the fuck, he doesn’t want to-“
But you were too fast. Yanking the door open, you hear a slight gasp coming from Harrison and the entire room goes silent.
The first thing you notice is Tom, who were crudely interrupted by you. He looked tense with the conversation, eyes heavy, shoulders rigid. His elbow was supported by the large desk in front of his chair, while he seemed to gesticulate with his hand whilst talking to the woman, Melissa. His gaze was directed on you, a questioning look on his features, which didn’t softened like it always did when he talked to you.
“Sorry, I told her-“ Harrison was quick to say, but Tom interrupted him.
“What took you so long?” Ignoring your presence, without changing a single word with you, Tom averted his eyes to Harrison, who came out behind you and sat back at his chair.
“She wanted to come” he answered quietly, unsure of what to say.
Tom looked at you once more, face serious, as he seemed to calculate what say next.
“Why don’t you go wait in the living room, y/n?”
You open your mouth, just to close it again immediately. You didn’t recognize the way Tom was talking to you, almost harshly.
"What, Thomas? You don't enjoy a good woman's company? C'mon, let the girl sit with us" Melissa, who you just had the worry to look at said, putting her long polished nails over her chin. She eyed you up and down before speaking again. "What a beautiful girl you have, by the way. You didn't tell me she was all of that".
Tom closed his eyes briefly, jaw clenching, as he sighed heavily in frustration. You knew he was getting mad, and though you still didn't know why, you made up your mind.
"I'm fine, gonna wait in the room. Sorry for-"
"It's alright", he shook his head and looked back to Melissa. "It was good talking to you, but I need time to figure it out before we decide anything", Tom stood up from his chair and waited until the woman did the same. "I'm going to have a talk with my men and then I call you back".
Melissa smiled, but you could see very clearly that it was nothing but a false smile. "I'll keep in touch".
Tom just nodded once and waited for Melissa to walk out of the room, guided by Harrison, who was equally tense as he made his way to the door. Before she exited the room, Melissa had an eye on you again, a tiny smile making its presence on her face.
You shivered, too aware of the dangerous and power Harrison told you she held, clear in the way she wasn't afraid to show she was staring at you.
When the doors were closed, you couldn't lift your gaze from the floor. However, it was possible to see Tom by the corner of your eyes and the way he was supporting both of his hands on the desk, staring so intently at you that you bet he could see your goosebumps.
"Now that you have my attention", he started, voice deep. "Won't you say what was so important that you couldn't wait 'til I was over?"
You didn't say anything, neither looked at him, frozen on your spot.
"I'm talking to you".
His stern act had you conflicted. He would always use it in bed with you, but never got so mad at something that you did. Something that you didn't even know what was all about.
"You were taking too long, so I wanted to see if everything was alright", you answered, keeping your voice loud and clear enough, not wanting to give him the impression that you were intimidated by his words.
Tom snorted. "That's bullshit. I've already been out until later than this and you stayed in our room".
You roll your eyes, voice cheating you as the irritation consumes your thoughts. "Well, in these nights you weren't with a girl inside here".
Tom's face changed and a brow arched as a trace of a smirk made its way to his face. You had lost your though posture and you knew it.
"Are you jealous?" He chuckles, incredulous, "Really?"
You snort, unfolding your arms. Looking relaxed is the last thing you seem to be able to do right now, but also you didn't want to sound so immature being jealous over nothing.
"No, I am not. I'm just mad that... that you didn't tell me who you were meeting with." You corrected him, though you were too aware it was pretty much a lie. With an unwanted whine, you continue "And why you didn't let me in this time? You see, you just left a whole amount of suspicious things to my imagination."
Tom narrows his eyes, a mix of curiosity and confusion evident on his face.
"You don't actually believe it yourself, do you?" He questioned, a suspicious tone in his voice. A bit ashamed, you glanced down and nodded two times.
"I mean, Harrison just told me she's the biggest woman in London, or some shit like that" you shrugged involuntarily and felt tired, as you started to realise how silly you must be sounding.
It was pretty obvious to you that none of that should matter. Actually, it never did. Tom never turned his head to another woman but you, since you met. He never talked about any other girl than you, and you could tell he bragged about how much of a "lucky motherfucker" he was, as Harrison started complaining about Tom's random rambling just the other day.
Tom had done nothing but adored you since the first time he called you darling. And now you were overreacting because of a common meeting of his.
Tom sighed heavily and offered you his hand. Looking at it for one second, you reach for him, and he brings you closer. "That's probably my fault".
You tilt your head, not understanding his point. Tom sits down back on his chair e mention for you to take a seat on his thigh.
"Don't get me wrong, darling. I let you come to meetings only if I'm one hundred percent sure there's no harm on that. When I'm with friends, not my enemies" he caress two slender fingers through your cheek and you almost close your eyes in please, if it wasn't for his deep stare, full of concern and comprehension. "That woman is nothing but trouble for me and my men. She doesn't like us, I don't like her, but, apparently, one of my man messed up with one of her best one, so I was trying to settle everything down before one of us start a fucking fight about it. Obviously, she hates me and every single one of my mates, and that's why I didn't want you here today. My most important job is to keep you safe, y/n. I've already dragged you too far into this mess, I can't expose you even more."
By the look in his eyes, anyone could tell how Tom meant it. He worried about you and your protection had become a topic of discussions too much for your liking.
He shifts his position, making it more comfortable for you, hand resting in your cheek. His expression earned an even more stern look, almost in pain as he looked deeper in your eyes.
"Do you really think that you should worry about Melissa?" He asks, voice low and soft.
You didn't answer right away. Instead, you tugged at his white plain shirt's collar, breathing slowly as you tried to manifest more of your composure than before.
"A little" you confess, shrugging slightly as if it wasn't that big of a deal. But for Tom, it surely was.
"Darling... why would you be jealous over that woman?" The pad of his index finger touched in the slightest move your bottom lip, tracing delicate paths over it. "Why would you ever be jealous over any woman? You know I love you". He looked up once again, a brow arching as he seemed to doubt his own conviction. "Don't you know?"
You shake your head yes and bite your lip. "Of course I do".
"Then why did you have something in your imagination?"
You sigh quietly. "Yeah, it was silly", taking his free hand and in yours, you play with his fingers, trying to hide your embarrassment. "I'm sorry-"
"It's alright, love", he gives you a small yet sweet smile. "You see, I get jealous all the time. Much more than you do. Think it's fair enough".
You giggle. "Yes, you do. I hate that and did the same. Sorry".
Tom shakes his head and brings his face closer to yours, planting a soft kiss in the corner of your mouth. "What a silly little girl you are. How would you ever think I'd ever have eyes for another girl, when I've got the prettiest with me?"
You release a breathe, your grip at Tom's shirt stronger, pulling him closer. "You'd be really dumb if you did, yeah."
Tom smiles in your mouth and you do as well. "Guess I haven't been showing my girl how much I appreciate her properly lately" he whispers, heading his lips along your jaw, to chase a soft spot on your neck. "Tell me, love, would you like to feel it?" His low and seductive words sent a shiver right through your spine, making you release a quiet moan in anticipation.
"Do you want to feel how much I adore you?" He breaths in your neck, smelling your sweet scent, as carefully grabs your thighs to get you to straddle his lap. "How much I adore your pretty little moans and whines? Those wonderful sounds you make just for me?"
You nod yes, adjusting your position on Tom's lap, rubbing against his crotch on accident and feeling he grunt with the contact.
"Use your words, my love. Need to hear you". He insists, running both his hands to your ass, grabbing each cheek firmly. When you whine a timid 'yes', he smirks against your smooth skin. "Always so eager for me", with precise movements, he guides your hips to meet his, creating a perfect friction between both of you. You could feel his hard against your pulsing center, claiming for more.
Tom lets out a struggled sigh, as if he was holding himself back when feeling your center pressing against him. "See? Only you can make me this hard".
You gulp, trying to catch your breath as your hands make its way to his trousers, but Tom is quick to deny it and stop you. "No, pretty girl. As much as I'm aching to feel you right now, I need to prove you something" he smirks playfully. His right hand releases your bum and goes to your front, making a smooth path in his way to your breast. He put your hard nipples between two fingers, pulling it softly. You moan and move your hips over his lap. Tom's jaw tenses up. "Fuck, darling". He presses his hand firmly on your hip to settle you down, as you smile apologetic.
"Need you, Tom". You whine, arching your back so you were even closer to him.
"Yeah?" He smirks, hand going back to work, sliding inside your pyjamas' short. Tom's brows arch in surprise. "No panties?"
You bite your lip. "When I came down here, I was thinking that maybe we could do something. After you were done".
He chuckled a bit, his cocky smile showing off. "So you were planning on getting fucked in my office?" You only nod once, feeling your center pulse and your cheek heat up. "You dirty, dirty girl".
Tom reaches your pulsing core, a single digit sliding through your wet folds. "God, baby, you're so wet". You moan, letting your weight loose on top of Tom, whose strong arms could handle it. "I barely touched you".
"Stop teasing me, Tom" you claim, eyes closed, as you feel he was threatening to enter two fingers inside you, but collecting them all together again.
"Darling, I think you shouldn't have a word about anything today" he says calmly. "After all, you interrupted my meeting, messed my work up. All because you couldn't wait to get fucked. Do you think you were good, y/n?"
You swallow hard, voice trembling. "N-no".
Tom smiles satisfied. "Yes. Now, though you don't deserve any of that, I'm a man of my word, and I said I was going to show you what my girl is worth of". He gesticulates briefly and you have to take a few seconds to understand he wants you to get up.
You do so, waiting until he gets up too. Confused, you stare at him, who cups your face, kissing the tip of your nose.
"I want you to sit in my chair". He murmurs and you can't help the surprise in your face.
"Why's that?" You frown and he only gestures his head to the chair again. With no other choice, you find yourself doing as you were told.
It was a strange feeling, the soft material of his chair against the bare skin of your exposed leg, where your thin shorts couldn't reach. Strange, because nobody would ever sit on Tom's chair. It wasn't exactly a rule, but everyone did better than risking taking what was his, and that being the biggest and most imposing chair in the conference room, only he could sit there. And maybe that's what entertained him that moment, the sight of you in a place that held so much power as that chair.
It took a good few seconds for you to relax there, and Tom didn't take his eyes from you the whole time. Staring, he would lick his lips, arms crossed over his chest, making his muscular arms very visible for you.
"You know, you could do this. I can picture you sitting here, making demands", he says, as if he was deep in thoughts moments ago, approaching you with hungry eyes. He puts his hands over the chairs' arm rest and lean in you, smiling.
You feel your heart race and try to correct your breathing. "Really?" You arch a brow incredulously. "Don't think I could be so tough".
"You learn this with time, darling", he reassures you, "But I think we'd have to manage who'd be in charge from time to time. I can share it with you, but not give it all. Would you like that?" You knew that by this time he wasn't talking about the mob.
With a charming smile, Tom gets down on both knees and puts his hands in yours. "Yeah, I think", you say in a whisper, too concentrated in his actions to say otherwise or anything else.
"Mmm. You're such a delicate angel", he opens your legs slowly, grabbing the back of your knee to pull you in to him. You gasp in surprise, holding the arm rest to keep yourself steady. "I imagine how you'd look like taking control. Perfect, I know".
It was a sight to see, a powerful man like Tom on his knees, a position you never thought you'd see him at. He looked like he was at your mercy, under your control, just as if he was there to please you, though he still did take the command.
"Tom, please", you whine, not giving a care about sounding desperate anymore.
"Patient, my love. Wanna take my sweet time with you", he pats your leg so you can lift your hips to help him take off your shorts. "Cause that's what I appreciate doing with you. Take every single part of you, make you mine. Slowly". He brings you closer and you pant when he kisses the inner of your thigh, eyes never leaving yours. "Take care of my girl, as she deserves".
You feel yourself growing anxious as you tried to stay still when he brought his lips up to your core. "You smell so good, love. Can't wait to taste it". His lips make no hurry to reach your folds, hot breath hitting your aching center. He looks up at you, wicked smile, as his mouth hover you, teasing.
By this time, you’re already dripping, walls clenching around nothing for the expectation. Finally, you felt Tom's lips connecting with your pussy lips, skillful tongue smoothly licking your arousal, spreading it all over your core.
He put his tongue inside of you, tasting it, adoring the way you'd roll your eyes back with pleasure. "Sweet as fucking candy". He murmurs with his mouth against you, causing vibrations all over your cunt.
You moan when he flicks his tongue over your bud, and tug at his hair. The reaction comes right away and Tom moans against you, putting one of his fingers inside you, but not deep enough, waiting for you to adjust as your walls stretched deliciously. "Can feel you swallowing my finger, baby. You want me?”
"Tom", you whine, arching your back as Tom pushes his fingers deeper inside you. "Please. Gimme more".
"You want more, sweet girl?" Tom smirks, entering you as much as he could, adding a second finger to your pulsing core. You felt the cold of his silver ring against your hot skin, causing you to have goosebumps. Feeling you clench around him, Tom started fingering you, hands precisely moving to stuff you in the most raving way. He took his pace, fast enough to the sound of your wetness fill up the room.
He laps your bud once again, repeatedly, catching it between his lips once in a while and sucking, making you release a loud moan.
You tugged harder in his curls and that's when he realized you were close. "My beautiful girl is close? Can feel you clenching, baby."
You nod once, trying to catch your breath as your hips rock against his fingers. Tom took them out and you almost pulled his hair for that, but he soon replaced it with his firm tongue. "C'mon, darling, fuck yourself on my tongue".
You did so, not caring about your messed movements or your loud noises. Tom was right there, holding you hip down with one hand to keep you steady and stimulating your clit with his thumb with another. It was the most beautiful sight you could have and you were on the verge of your edge.
"You're- fuck, so fucking hot, Tom" you cry out, head falling back. "Shit! 'M close"
Tom started to fuck his tongue inside you again. Your toes curl, your belly burns and your heart couldn't beat faster. Tom grabbed the back of your legs and abruptly brought you closer to his face, keeping his tongue firm and thumb working on your bud. He replaced it with his two wet fingers for a moment, just to speak to you and coax your orgasm. “Look at you, baby, so, so beautiful when you’re coming. Fuck, wish they all could see what a pretty and dirty girl I’ve got right here, angel”.
You moan and Tom can tell you’re about to lose it, putting his tongue back to work. "That's it, love, cum on my tongue, make a sweet mess on my face".
You couldn't hold back anymore. Your whole body felt like sparkles, as you tightened your grip on Tom's hair, chest panting, muscles rigid, voice coming out as the loudest moan of your night. It’s all about you now, what you feel. Tom is right there, holding you, controlling your body squirming with his strong hands.
Tom helps you ride out your orgasm, tongue and fingers never leaving you. His noise bumped into your clit as he seemed to enjoy licking your juices, face still lost between your legs. But when you finally saw him again, you thought you could have another orgasm just from the look on his face.
"Fuck", you pant, still trying to catch your breath. "You're- you're all covered-"
Before you could even finish, Tom got up from his knees and took your face in between his hands, capturing your lips on his. The kiss was messy, clashing tongues and teeth, but it was all pleasure. You could taste yourself, take what Tom had left on his lips. It was sweet - a mix of both of you.
"You're a fucking mess right now" you tell him, a slight giggle coming out of your dry throat, wiping some of the wetness from his chin.
"I know", he smiles back at you, pecking your lips once more. He catches the fingers you used to clean his face and leads it to him mouth, sucking on them gently. "Proudly. Who else in this fucking world can have the pleasure of being a mess with your cum, eh?"
You shove his shoulders playfully and spin the chair. "Well, I think I could truly run things here. Feel very powerful now".
Tom puts his hand on the back of the chair to stop it from moving. "That's because you had me between your legs just a few seconds ago, love", he smirks "But I think we can manage that".
You get up from the chair and put your hands on the collar of his shirt, gripping it between your fingers. "Good", you look up at him, smiling devilishly. "First thing, though, I remember you were here to prove me something".
"Oh, darling" he chuckled darkly. "We surely are not finished yet".
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Hello! I was hoping to request a headcanon for the brothers with a gn MC who has insomnia/has trouble sleeping ^^
Thank you and i love your page!!
(Thank you for loving my page!!!❤️ Though *sobs softly* I suffer from insomnia agdksgsj :') lemme see what I can do for you!)
Lucifer:
He was rubbing his eyes for the third time, trying to get the tiredness out of them when he noticed it was almost 3 in the morning
With a deep sigh, he left the documents on his desk top, promising to finish them in the morning as he stood, stretched, and began heading to his bedroom
He came to a stop outside of MC's room when he heard music playing, and stepped up to knock on the door
MC reluctantly opened it and peaked out, making a small squeak when they saw Lucifer standing there with a frown
"Shouldn't you be asleep?" he mumbled with a furrowed brow; but they gave a small laugh and shrugged, saying, "Um, insomnia?"
He sighed, pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose, the trademark sign of exasperation; he'll save the lecture for when he isn't so tired
"Let's make you some tea to help you sleep. Go to bed immediately once you finish it." He motions for them to follow him into the kitchen, which they happily do
Mammon:
Quite the partier, Mammon comes home close to 2am, a little tipsy and ready for a bath, smelling like the club he was hanging out in
He wobbles a bit down the hallway, but comes to a stop when he hears the sound of television set still on
Who is awake right now?? Is it coming from MC's room??
He walks up to their door and knocks, concern written all over his face when they open to door and greet him
"Oi, you're usually asleep at this time? What gives?" he asks, stepping into their room and flopping on their desk chair
They grab him a bottle of water from their stash and hand it to him, sending his drunkenness. "Sometimes I can't sleep. So I just stay up and watch TV til my eyes get super tired."
He takes a deep swig of the water, but his frown deepens as he looks at them. "Ya need your sleep, ya know. It's not good for ya ta stay up so late. Here, let the Great Mammon help you."
He stands and grabs them, dragging them to curl up together in their bed; he tucks their head under his chin and he hums softly for them
They pray he doesn't freak out when he wakes up next to them in the morning lol
Leviathan:
Fingers dashing around on his keyboard, Levi's attention is focused solely on the game displayed on his screen
He jumps a bit when there is a knocking at his door, though, and pauses said game to go answer it
MC is standing there, a rueful smile on their face as he greets them; but then he realizes what time it is
"Can't sleep, huh?" he mumbles softly and they nod, asking if they can hang out with him
"S-Sure, I guess. If you want we can, um, play some games or watch a movie until you get sleepy."
"Sounds good. Thanks Levi," they reply, stepping into his room and making themselves at home in his bathtub-bed
He sits with them and puts on a movie he knows they like, both of them curled up in blankets, eventually drifting off into sleep next to each other
Satan:
He had lost track of time while he was studying in the library, giving a long sigh as he closed his textbook and stood up the stretch
On his way back to his bedroom, he noticed the light on in the kitchen, and went to investigate
He found MC rummaging through the fridge, and cleared his throat to draw their attention, making them jump slightly
"Midnight snack?" he teased, and they laughed nervously, closing the fridgerator door
"I deal with insomnia sometimes, so finding something to eat usually helps me feel better," they explained, taking the small plate of food they had and sticking it in the microwave
He hummed in understanding, walking up to the cabinet where his teas were kept. "I know a tea brew that can help with the insomnia. Usually if you drink it for a few days it helps adjust your sleep schedule. I can make some for you if you like."
They smiled in return and nodded. "Sure, if you don't mind. Anything to help me get some sleep."
He gave his own smile back to them, and went about showing them how to make the tea blend while they are their food
Asmodeus:
Asmodeus rarely woke up during the early hours of the morning; but he found himself up at 2am
He sighed deeply in annoyance, climbing out of bed to head to kitchen for a glass of water, when he passed by MC's room
He could hear movement behind the door, so he knocked softly, causing said movement to stop
When the door opened, he saw MC peaking out at first, before opening it all the way to greet him
"Are you okay, darling? You look exhausted," he noted, taking in their tired features; they tried to smile, but it didn't quite reach their eyes
"Dealing with insomnia. Some days are better than others," they replied on a dry laugh; but he simply frowned at their words
"Here, come with me to my room. No funny business, I promise!" he assured them after they gave him a funny look. "I have a potion that Solomon made for me that helps me get to sleep when I have bad nights. A little bit and it will have you sleeping like a baby in no time!"
They agreed and followed him to his room; when the potion began to kick in, Asmo let them sleep on his bed as he made himself comfy on his couch, allowing them space to sleep comfortably
Beelzebub:
Ever the midnight snacker, Beel got up in the middle of the night to head towards the kitchen and retrieve his food
He was surprised to see the light of the fridge already on, and walked in to find MC standing by the fridge, rubbing their eyes sleepily
He walked up and grabbed the door, leaning forward a bit to look at their face
"You okay, MC?" he asked, and they gave him a tired smile. "Yeah, just can't sleep. Looking for something to munch on since I don't have anything else to do."
Beel frowned, placing a hand to his chin in though. "Well, usually when Belphie can't sleep, he warms up some milk to drink, and that usually helps him. I can fix some for you if you like."
They looked at him for a moment, but chuckled softly and nodded. "Sure, that'd be nice."
Once he had the glass of warm milk done for them, he gave them a tight hug and walked them back to their room, hoping that they would actually get some sleep now
Belphegor:
Belphie was having a hard time finding a new spot to nap in, and it was getting way too early into the morning for him to be awake
He yawned as he wandered the halls, dragging his pillow behind him, until he stopped at MC's room
Light was seeping out from under their door, so he knocked, figuring they were still awake
They opened the door and greeted him with the most tired face he had ever seen on them
"Having trouble sleeping or what?" he asked, stepping into their room and making himself at home on their bed
"Pretty much," they answered around a yawn, taking up the spot next to him
He pulled them down to lay with him, wrapping his arms around them and placing his head next to theirs. "I'll help you sleep. Just close your eyes, okay?"
They nodded slowly, allowing their eyes to finally close, and he used his sin to help them finally drift into sleep, giving them easy dreams to make sure they slept peacefully
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Bakugou realizing that sometimes, bad things happen to good people
About: his s/o opens up to him about their trauma
Warning(s): mentions of trauma, slight angst, few curse words because Bakugou
Include(s): gn! reader, being comforted and understood by pomeranian, fluff
Note: i never get too detailed with trauma/bad childhood related content because i want my readers to feel free with whatever they're facing. i hope that anyone reading this fic for comfort has a wonderful day. I'm happy you're still pushing despite everything that's happened.
To be fair, he hadn't even thought of it. Never crossed his mind, not even once.
It was 1 AM now; way past his bedtime, way past his much needed rest for an early morning and he hadn't even tried closing his eyes. For once in his life, he was left wondering.
His life was filled with praise and ego, to be his lover would mean being able to put up with him and giving him praise when he actually deserved it. He didn't need half-assed compliments or someone on his hands and feet -- he needed someone to see him grow by himself.
You see, it hadn't crossed his mind that you were in a dark place in the past or present. You were strong in your own way and he saw it as a powerful trait of yours. You wanted to be a hero just like him but not because you wanted to prove your worth, you just wanted to save those who couldn't protect themselves.
"Katsuki! Right hook, then left!" You'd yell during your spar sessions. He takes your advice seriously, knowing you wanted him to improve just as much as he does for you.
"Fuckin' idiot," He mumbled in the darkness. You seemed so fine with it too, laughed about whatever happened as if it wasnt a huge part of who you were now. You talked like it was the weather, mundane and nothing crucial.
Could people smile after that? You did. It was scary to him how used to the life you were. You must've been scared, who wouldn't be?
"Katsuki, I have something to tell you," You said right before his bedtime, around 7 maybe. He was confused why you didn't just walk up and strike a conversation with him like usual.
Must be serious, he had thought and damn was it serious.
On the balcony, under the dark sky with a faraway look in your eyes. You didn't even turn to him once, just went on and on; one story after another. Sometimes you'd laugh like it was funny.
It wasn't funny, he was mortified and worried -- rendered him speechless to a point that his body came to a standstill.
You're a good person, he knew that most. You were someone that shone brighter than his classmates, that was why he chose you to be his partner at first.
"You must be freaked out, huh," You stated, finally turning to meet his worried eyes with a smile. "I don't blame you, it's a lot to take in."
"I trust you a lot and I just wanted you to know what you're getting yourself into when you're with me, so take your time. I'll wait for you."
Is he feeling bad right now? What was he feeling bad for? That you had a horrible life? He hated pitying people but he couldn't help but worry for you.
Also, what did you mean by 'take your time'? Had you thought Bakugou Katsuki, Lord Explosion Murder and soon-to-be Dynamight, was going to run away the second you told him?
If anything he just wanted to hug you right now, but he missed his chance when it reached midnight. Now he's going to accept the consequences of shock by not getting a good night's rest like he intended.
This bothered him.
How were you sleeping right now?
Just as the thought crossed his mind, he was out the door. Midnight, shoeless feet, his plain black shirt and sweats, he walked down the corridor to your door and was tempted to knock.
What if he was bothering your rest? He didn't want that, not after the conversation you both had. He turned on his heel and was met face-to-face with his teacher's pet cat who wandered the dorms at night to check on students, it stared straight at his soul and kinda creeped him out.
He put a finger to his lips, trying to shush it from making any possible noise but it harnessed the loudest cat-like screech he's heard. Bakugou jumped when he heard your door creak open, turning as quick as he could to see you.
"Katsuki? What are you doing here at night? 's like...," You trailed off, looking back into your room for your clock. "1:37 AM. It's way past your bedtime."
"U-Uh yeah, sorry. Just wanted to check on you," He mumbled the last bit, shooing you with his hand. "Go back to sleep, I'll talk to ya in the morning."
It was silent for a moment and you sighed, reaching out to grab his retreating hand and pulling him into your room.
"What? Hey! This isn't allowed!" He scolded you, tapping your hand on his. He was grateful it was dark enough to hide the growing warmth on his cheeks.
"Not like it matters, it's almost 2 AM. Don't want you to go to class tired," You mumbled with a yawn. You pulled him to your bed, gesturing him to rest on top of your shoulder as you laid there waiting.
He hesitantly sits down and curls to your side, your hand playing with his soft yet spiky hair. Bakugou relaxes and focuses on your deep breaths.
"What's wrong?" You asked, eyes closed. "Rare t'see you staying up so late. Can't sleep?"
He shakes his head. "Just thinking about you."
"Awww, how sweet~," You whispered with a giggle. "What were you thinking about?"
Bakugou stares at you before grunting.
"Drop the act. I saw your puffy eyes the second you came out of your room," He snarls, sitting up and looking down at you. "Don't do that in front of me."
You frowned for a moment and smiled again, hand reaching up and caressing his cheek. It was always so soft and clear, probably from the quirk he inherited from his mother.
"Can't help it. Got used to it, hun," You told him. "Not like I could sleep either, cried 'til I could. Kinda worked until I heard Mr Aizawa's cat screeching."
Bakugou cringed with his eyes closed. "Sorry."
"No problem, I like his cat," You answered. It was silent again. "Do you think I'm pitiful?"
"No," He answered. "If you're looking for pity, you're dating the wrong guy."
Chuckling, you nodded. "Must be dating the right one then."
You sat up just slightly, kissing his chin. It was the most you could do in the position, and he didn't seem like the type to budge. He grabs your cheek and kisses your forehead.
"Whatever happened, happened. Just because you told me, doesn't mean my impression of you changed. You just...," He trailed off. "... Showed me how you need to be treated, the best of the best."
"You're a better fit for a hero than any extra. Trust me," He stated firmly. Tears welled up in your eyes and you smiled wobbily.
"Damn it, you Katsudon! I just finished crying too," You muttered, rubbing your eyes as you let the tears cascade down your cheeks. He smiles at your reaction, leaning in to kiss you on the lips gently and choosing not to point out the ridiculous pet name you gave him.
"From now on, tell me everything. What makes you uncomfortable, happy, and how I can make you feel better," He ruffles your hair. "I love you, idiot. You're stuck with me."
More tears fell from your eyes. He waited for your smile to come and his heart grew warm again.
"Thank you, Suki. I love you too." You laughed.
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Vampire Chris Whump prompt: A starved vampire Chris is put into a locked room with Jake. A Jake who has a small fresh cut, that may or may not stink of blood.
CW: Implied character death, vampire whump, vampire whumpee, blood drinking, starvation
1927, New York City
"Pl-please, I don't want to, please, I, I-... don't, don't make me please, Tooley, please-"
Tooley, on the other side of the heavy locked door, sighs loud enough that the vampire boy can still hear him, even over the muffled sound of weeping coming from the corner of the room, in the shadows. "It's the best way to really get a sense for how the light will hit, the color," He explains, as he's explained before. "I need the most realistic visual I can find, and what could be better than the real thing itself? You don't have to bump her, but I'm not opening that door 'til you've put me together a model for my painting."
His voice says his patience is running out.
The vampire boy whimpers, his mouth watering pink-tinged saliva, his pupils huge in the darkness, reflecting what dim light there is with a glow like a cat's at midnight. His hands clutch at his sides, trying to ignore the gnawing ache inside him, the demand pulsing in his dead blood.
Feed. Eat. Drink. Now.
In the corner, the woman's weeping intensifies, mumbled pleas against the gag tied around her head, twisted cloth forced between her teeth. Her hands are bound in front of her. She's wearing the loose, up-and-down dress the women wore now, so different from when the vampire boy had been alive, and young.
Tooley had ripped the hem until her thigh showed in a line almost to her hip, as if that might entice the vampire boy, who is unmoved. He had never cared about things quite like that. She's beautiful, and he wants her to live.
Her lips are painted a dark rouge that looks black in the darkness, the only light the hints of sunset shining through the slightest little cracks in the wood nailed over the window.
What Tooley had done last, though, was to cut a line down that thigh right through her skin along the outside. The blood runs and runs and drips onto the floorboards, wasted life and energy.
His hands twitch.
His venom drips onto his own tongue, his fangs demanding soft living skin to bury in.
He shudders and turns away from her, closing his eyes as tightly as he can. "Tooley, please, don't-... don't, don't, don't make me hurt her."
The woman's weeping turns to a slurred, hard-to-understand prayer. He doesn't know how to tell her that there is no prayer against vampires that works. He found out himself, when he was handed to them and turned. He'd said the prayer he'd learned in church over and over and he'd died anyway.
"I'll know when you feed," Tooley says, hard-voiced now. "So do it. I want to finish that painting by the end of the month and you're wasting my time."
There are stomping steps, the sound of the front door slamming shut. Tooley is gone, down to the underground bar he drinks in, the place where he has brought the vampire boy on a chain and muzzle to show off to his artist friends. You have to have a password to get in.
If the buttons knew we had booze and fangs down here, we'd all go to prison.
Tooley hasn't fed him in a week, and the boy had wondered why, but he knows now. Because he had planned this. And the boy's stomach twists in painful hunger, the scent of the woman's blood spinning his dizzy thoughts in circles around how much she is losing, and how much he could take from her.
She prays, and weeps.
He moves closer, and tells himself it is only to prove that he won't give in.
But he does.
When Tooley opens the door the next day, disheveled and with red-rimmed eyes from his hangover, it's to find the vampire boy curled up in the corner himself, weeping bloody tears, but with a flush of new life to the color of his skin.
The woman lays on her back now, legs akimbo, but the torn hem is laying just so and her blood pools around her, what the vampire did not take himself.
Her eyes are open, staring without sight towards the door Tooley enters through.
The artist looks over the scene, his smile bright with delighted intensity, and immediately uses his hands to form a rectangle with fingers and thumbs, taking in the scene. He moves over to the window, ripping off one of the boards to allow a beam of light to enter the room, shining on the woman.
It illuminates her death, and casts the vampire boy in even darker shadow.
"Perfect," Tooley breathes. "Oh, better even than I imagined. The remorseful monster-... oh, this'll be the absolute best. The weeping killer, the guilty sinner forced in hell to face his sins... Don't move a muscle, not a single twitch." He turns and runs from the room, and the vampire watches him go through a haze of red.
It's easy for the vampire boy not to move - he's dead.
Then again, so is the woman, now.
Because he wasn't strong enough to stay hungry.
When Tooley comes back, he forces the vampire boy to lift his face from where he has buried it against his arms so he can capture the way the hints of dawn illuminate the vampire's miserable tears.
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Fifty Bucks
Bishop Losa x Reader
Request from the babe @masterlistforimagines: Reader and Angel made a bet that she couldn’t last without having sex with Bishop for a week so she keeps “running” away every time her and Bishop get close to having sex. In the end, she lasts a week, collects her money from Angel and Bishop then finds out and takes her to Templo and has sex with her then. Oooh but I want Bishop to literally pick the reader up and bring her into templo and also the crew to hear them going at it
Warnings: language, (unprotected) sex, dominant Bishop giving all of us life
Word Count: 3.7k
A/N: Sometimes you have to write Bishop smut at midnight on a Sunday and that’s totally valid. This was incredibly fun to write so I hope y’all enjoy it!
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“No way you could do it,” Angel laughed as he leaned back in his chair.
You scoffed, shaking your head, “I could totally do it. One week? Easy.”
He took a sip of his beer but you could still see the smirk on his face, “Alright then. What’s the bet? Twenty bucks?”
You rolled your eyes, “If I’m gonna go a whole week without having sex with my boyfriend you gotta at least make it worth my while. A hundred.”
He immediately shook his head, “No fuckin’ way.”
“If you’re so sure you’re going to win it shouldn’t matter, right?”
“Fifty,” he paused, “And no getting yourself off either.”
“Ugh. You’re the worst. But you’re about to make me fifty dollars richer so fine,” you held your hand out to shake on it.
He grasped your hand tight in his, “Oh, and you can’t tell Bish. Don’t want him taking it easy on you to help you win a bet.”
It wasn’t going to be a fun week for you, but you figured it was going to be a manageable one. You and Bishop had a healthy sex life, and you immediately started brainstorming ways to get out of sexual situations with him, which was something that you never thought that you would have to be doing. For most of the time that you’d known him, you were trying to figure out how to get in to sexual situations with him. This all felt foreign and also wrong.
Monday evening rolled around and you were in the kitchen making dinner for the two of you. You felt his chest press up against your back as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his lips against your neck. Your legs went a little weak as you gave in slightly to his touch.
“How long ‘til it’s all ready?” he mumbled, his scruff tickling the sensitive skin of your neck.
You smiled, shaking your head, “Not too long.”
“Long enough?” his hands slid down into your shorts, his fingers pulling your panties off to the side.
Ordinarily you would have said, “Fuck it, let dinner burn and we can order in when we’re done,” but you had fifty bucks on the line. And also your pride. You spun around so that you were facing him and you repositioned his hands so they were no longer on the inside of your shorts, “Not this time. Can you grab some plates and cups from the cabinet, please?” you smiled at him.
Confusion crossed over his face for a moment but he did as you asked. You let out a quiet sigh of relief at one avoided situation. You knew how persistent he could be, though, and you had the feeling that you were in for a very long week.
You figured that Bishop assumed that you weren’t in the mood, because for the rest of the night he didn’t push it. The two of you were cuddled up on the couch after dinner and for the first time in a long time he didn’t try to get handsy with you. Part of you hoped that he would keep this up for most of the week so you wouldn’t have to try and dodge him.
Too bad you hardly ever get what you hope for. The next morning you woke up to Bishop’s fingers lightly trailing along your sides and thighs, his lips pressing against your neck. You giggled, still feeling heavy with sleep. He pulled you back against him and pressed a firm kiss onto your jaw.
“Good morning, sweetheart.”
You turned so that you were facing him, forcing your eyes open all the way, “Good morning.”
He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, one hand snaking up behind your neck to keep you pressed against him. You moaned lightly into your kiss as your hands came to rest against his chest. He attempted to pull you on top so that you were straddling him and you caught yourself right before you let him. You peeled yourself away from him, hating everything about the stupid bet that you had made with Angel.
“I gotta get ready, I have an early meeting today,” you kissed him on the lips and cupped his face for a moment, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he placed his hand over yours. You could see it in his eyes that he wanted to say something but he stopped himself.
After work, you ran home to throw on a more comfortable set of clothes and then head over to the clubhouse. You knew that the guys would all be there, and you figured that if you were out of the house, the less likely it would be that you would end up in a sexual situation with your boyfriend. It wasn’t completely out of the question, but it definitely put the odds in your favor a little bit more.
You were sitting at the bar, scrolling absently through your phone when you felt a pair of hands press down hard on your shoulders. Angel’s laugh filled your ears, “You owe me fifty bucks yet?”
You huffed, rolling your eyes, “Not yet. Only two days in and I feel like it’s been two weeks,” you glared at him as he sat down on the stool next to you, “You’re the fucking worst by the way.”
He laughed as he took a beer off the surface of the bar, “You could just pay up now and be done with it. Go home with Bish and get your back blown out. Fine by me.”
You laughed and gave him a firm but playful shove, “No fucking way. I’m not gonna let you win this.”
“You two all good over here?” Bishop appeared, gently resting his hands on your hips.
You looked up at him with a smile, “We’re fine.”
He leaned down and gave you a quick peck on the lips, “No beating up my new secretario. I need him…for now.”
“Damn, Pres, that’s cold,” Angel chuckled. He waited for Bishop to walk away and pick up a conversation with someone else before he turned back to you, a smug grin on his face, “Not as cold as you’re gonna have to be for the next five days, though.”
“Again, I say, you’re the worst.”
Wednesday night you were in the shower, lip-syncing to your playlist and rinsing off what had been an incredibly long day. You heard the door creak as it was slowly pushed open. You smiled to yourself and stuck your head outside the curtain. Bishop was standing there, a grin plastered on his face as he watched water drip down the sides of your face. He walked over and pressed a kiss to your dripping forehead.
“Got room in there for one more?”
Your entire face got hot. You desperately wanted to say yes, but you knew that it would, most likely, lead to the two of you having sex. But you also knew that saying no was going to set off some type of alarm bell in Bishop’s head.
“I was actually just about to hop out. Water’s starting to get cold,” you hated lying but it was the only way you could think to say no without having to actually say no. If he was annoyed, he was very good at hiding it. He placed one extra kiss on the tip of your nose before leaving you to get out and dry off. You let out a sigh of relief when he shut the door behind him.
Thursday was your only day of rest because you and Bishop hardly saw each other at all. You had to leave early for work, and by the time he got home from dealing with the club, you were passed out and he was too exhausted to try and wake you. You stirred slightly when he got into bed but didn’t stay awake for long after you felt his arms wrap around your waist. Within seconds he was snoring and you happily drifted back to sleep.
Bishop walked into the bedroom on Friday night and whistled when he saw you standing in front of the mirror, checking your hair and makeup. “Where are you going,” he walked up and snaked his arms around your waist, “dressed like this?” he kissed your shoulder, “And can I go with you?”
You laughed, shaking your head, “Girl’s night, remember?” you rested your hands on top of his, “I told you about it last week. Some of my college girlfriends are in town so we’re all going out tonight,” you gave him a look through the reflection of the mirror, “No boys allowed.”
He smiled, squeezing you lightly, “What about men?”
You chuckled, “Still a no from me, Obispo. Sorry.”
“Fine. I’ll be here waiting when you get home, though,” he kissed your neck.
The contact made your whole body ache, absolutely hating that you haven’t been touched by your boyfriend in five days. “I’ll text you and keep you updated, okay?”
He nodded, “Have fun.”
It was around 2AM when you called Bishop from your friend’s hotel room, telling him that you were staying the night with them and that you would be home in the morning. He offered to come and pick you up, he offered to get you an Uber, but you told him that it’d just be easier to crash with the girls and come home in the morning. He didn’t like it but it accepted it, asking you to please text him first thing in the morning so he knew that you were alright.
You stumbled through the door early Saturday afternoon. Your hair was a mess and your head was pounding. Bishop was nowhere to be found, and his bike hadn’t been in the driveway either. You grabbed some comfy clothes to change into and made your way to the bathroom to shower. There was a note on the counter next to a bottle of aspirin and you smiled as you read it.
“Sorry I can’t be there when you get back. I’ll be home tonight. Hopefully your hangover will be done by then. I love you.”
You were sprawled out on the bed on your stomach, half asleep with the television on in the background when you heard the sound of Bishop’s boots in the hallway. You turned so that you were facing the doorway and he smiled at the sight of you. He stripped down to his boxers and crawled onto the bed. He positioned himself so that he was straddling you, situated right above your hips. He pushed up the fabric of your shirt (his shirt) and started to rub gentle circles into your back. You smiled, humming in approval as you all but melted into the mattress at his touch.
“I’m assuming from the volume of the television that your head still isn’t feeling great?” he chuckled as his hands worked their way up to your shoulders.
You smiled, “I’m alright. I’m not that old yet.”
Somewhere along the way the massage became a lot more than just a massage. For a moment you were wondering if just oral would break the bet with Angel. But you had less than twenty-four hours and you were so close to winning. You were a terrible liar so if you caved you wouldn’t be able to hide it from Angel.
Bishop had your panties pushed halfway down your legs when you pulled your lips off of his, placing a hand on his chest. His hands stilled as he looked down at you, concern all over his face when he saw your expression, “Everything okay, sweetheart?”
You nodded, “Yea. I just, you know,” you paused, trying to string together the right words to safely derail this situation, “you think you could just hold me for a little bit?”
He repositioned himself so that he was lying on his side facing you, “Of course,” he pulled you up against him, “You feeling okay? You’ve felt far away lately.”
You smiled up at him, nodding, “Yea, I’m okay. Just in a cuddly mood…is that okay?”
He laughed, nodding, “Of course. Can I still kiss you?”
You chuckled, “Of course.”
Sunday night rolled around and you all but kicked the doors in to the clubhouse. The MC was already there—Bishop had left the house a few hours earlier for Templo. The meeting had since adjourned because all of the guys were milling about the expanse of the clubhouse with the usual hang-arounds.
You went up to Angel, who was sitting with his brother at the bar. You held out your hand, “Pay up, Reyes.”
EZ looked back and forth between the two of you with confusion all over his face. Angel chuckled, “Damn, you really did it, didn’t you? No wonder Bish was so uptight in Templo tonight,” he laughed as he dug his wallet out and slapped the money into your hand.
Before you could come up with a smart remark, Bishop materialized next to you, wondering why you hadn’t come over to say hello but instead came over to Angel. Bishop was always your first stop when you arrived at the clubhouse.
“What’s going on over here?” he asked with a curious smile.
You wrapped your arm around Bishop’s waist, “Your secretario just made me fifty bucks richer. That’s what’s going on.”
“Oh? How’d that happen?”
You looked at Angel, “Go on. Tell him. I’m getting a fucking drink,” you laughed as you walked over to the bartender.
“So?” Bishop looked at Angel.
It was written all over his face that he didn’t want to tell the MC president that he had made a bet about the man’s sex life. But you hadn’t left him with much of a choice. Angel chuckled nervously and shrugged his shoulders, “I made a bet with Y/N that she couldn’t, y’know, that she couldn’t go a week without—”
“A week without fucking you,” you interrupted your way back into the conversation when you saw that the discomfort was about to kill Angel on the spot. The look on his face was almost worth more than the fifty dollars.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Bishop was looking at Angel when he asked. When he saw that Angel wasn’t going to be able to come up with an answer, he turned to you, “Why did you agree?”
You held up the fifty-dollar bill that was in your hand, “Fifty bucks is fifty bucks, baby.”
He shook his head and without another word he crouched down, wrapped his arms around your thighs, and threw you over his shoulder. You let you a scream that turned into a laugh as he carried you across the expanse of the clubhouse. You awkwardly tried to tuck the money back into your back pocket as he carried you. The most impressive part of the whole thing was that he hefted you off the ground like he had done it a million times before, and you were content to just let him.
He walked into Templo and slid the door shut hard behind him. You giggled to yourself as he set you on the end of the table. He spread your legs and stood between them, looking down into your eyes.
“You think this is funny?” his tone was serious.
“A little,” you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling at the absurdity of the entire situation. How you had successfully dodged every sexual situation with him that week was beyond you.
He gripped your hips, “It’s been a long fuckin’ week, sweetheart.”
The playful smile disappeared from your face as a shiver went through your whole body. He grabbed the bottom hem of your shirt and pulled it off over your head, tossing it to the side. You pulled him in close to you and kissed him hard on the lips, melting into him as his hands roamed all over your body. He bit down on your bottom lip and you moaned, pressing your fingertips harder into his shoulder blades.
His hands wandered down to the button on your jeans and you smiled into your kiss as he deftly undid both the button and the zipper without missing a beat. You braced yourself against him and lifted your hips up slightly, allowing him to pull down your jeans and underwear in one smooth motion. You gasped as you sat back down on the table, the cold sensation against your freshly-exposed skin shocking you for a moment.
Bishop attached his lips to your neck and you moaned as you blindly reached for his belt. You tried to stay focused enough to undo it, which was proving difficult as you felt him sucking a dark mark into the side of your neck. A wave of heat washed over your entire body, reveling in the fact that he was touching you and you didn’t have to come up with a reason to make him stop. You finally yanked down on his jeans and you felt him chuckle against your neck.
He pulled you closer to the edge of the table and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him as close to you as you could. Seven days felt like an eternity, and as you felt him pressing against your entrance, you wondered how the hell you managed it.
“You been this wet waiting for me all week, querida?” his nipped at your bottom lip.
You nodded, letting out an unsteady breath, “Yes.”
There was a smug grin on his face as he slowly pushed into you. He let out a low groan as he did and you dropped your head back, a loud moan escaping you before you could try to censor yourself.
“Fuck, Obispo,” you dug your nails into his shoulders as you pressed yourself tight to him, “You feel so good.”
He pressed kisses all over your neck and jawline as he started to slowly thrust into you, “You miss this?”
You nodded, hardly able to form a coherent thought, “Fuck, yes.”
He quickly pulled out of you, peeling your body off of his. You whimpered at the loss of contact. Before you could say anything, he pulled you completely off the table and bent you over it, causing you to gasp. He spread your legs and slid back inside you. You gripped the edges of the table to try and steady yourself.
He wrapped one hand around your throat and gripped slightly, pulling you upwards just a bit as he thrust into you. “Was it worth it?” he grunted, “Going all week without this, without me?” his applied more pressure to your throat, letting you know that it was not a question he wanted you to actually respond to.
He let go of you and you sucked in a breath, bracing yourself against the tabletop. His hands dropped down to your hips and pulled you back hard against him. You moaned as his hand came down hard against your ass. You bit down on your lip to try and quiet yourself but Bishop wasn’t having it.
“Moan louder for me, sweetheart,” one hand slid up your back and gripped the back of your neck.
“Obispo,” you panted, “they’ll hear—”
“You made it their fuckin’ business already, Y/N, don’t get shy now.”
The statement made your whole face get hot, but you didn’t have much time to think about being embarrassed. His fingertips dug back in to your hips as he slammed into you, making you let out a yelp. He reached one hand around and started rubbing circles onto your clit and you couldn’t fight back the moans that escaped you. Your entire body started to shake and you knew that you weren’t going to be able to hold out any longer, not after a week of no real contact with him.
“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum,” you gripped the table.
He pushed farther into you, “Cum for me.”
That was all you needed to hear. You were completely depending on him and the table to keep you somewhat upright as your orgasm rolled through you. You felt his pace speed up as he started to get close as well. He gripped one of your shoulders hard as he came inside you, moaning as he pressed his face into your back. You let out a shaky breath, soaking up the feeling of him leaning into you, keeping you held tight to him.
Once he caught his breath, he slowly pulled out of you. He gently lifted you and set you back on the table, knowing it was going to be difficult for you to stand. There was a small smile on his face as he pulled up his jeans and redid his belt. He stepped in close to you again, leaving a trail of soft kisses from your chest up your neck and to your lips. You laughed lightly, your hands reaching out to gently cup his face.
You rested your forehead against his, “I wanna go home, Obispo.”
He chuckled, “There gonna be enough hot water for both of us to shower this time?”
You laughed, your face getting hot, “Yea, I think so.”
You got dressed, instantly ready to get your clothes off and get clean the second you got home. You wished that you didn’t need to drive back. You tried to fix and adjust your clothing, not that it would really matter—the guys knew what the two of you had been doing.
Bishop slid the door open and let you walk out first. Everyone was making an effort to look anywhere but at the two of you. You placed a light kiss on Bishop’s lips and headed right out to your car, not bothering to say goodbye to anyone. They were all expected Bishop to follow right after you but instead he walked up to Angel, who was staring very intently at his beer bottle.
“Get all that sorted out, Pres?” Angel chuckled, trying to pretend that there wasn’t fear shooting up and down his spine.
“I find out you’re making any other stupid fucking bets like that again I’ll take your flash,” his face was serious for a moment before he allowed himself to smile. He clapped Angel on the back and walked away, leaving the man sitting there wondering just how serious that threat was.
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fireworks → knj
⭒ pairing: namjoon x reader
⭒ genre: fluff, friends to lovers
⭒ words: 1.1k
⭒ warnings: none
⭒ summary: it’s new year’s eve and you decide to ditch finding someone for a new year’s kiss. instead, you spend your time waiting for the fireworks with your best friend, namjoon, stalling and talking about how fireworks worked.
⭒ a/n: just wanna say i’m not a physics major asDAJSLK so pls don’t come for me ✌
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You've never felt this comfortable in weeks.
The night breeze felt cool on your skin as you watched the people below enjoying the festivities tonight during new year's eve. From the top of this hill, everything felt calmer. It was quieter, and there was no need to interact with all your other friends and acquaintances. It was just you, the night sky, the stars, and Namjoon.
He was busier these days but always made sure to make time for you. You assured him that you didn't need him to constantly stay by your side, you respected how hard he worked and was just grateful that you could talk to him anytime. Namjoon never listened though. He'd always arrive at the smallest of issues, ready to make you feel better. He'd take you on spontaneous museum dates and walks on nature parks, and even on late night drives.
Namjoon was the perfect description of a best friend.
Was, because the more time you spent with him, the more you began to notice the dimples on his cheeks every time he smiled, the way he explains just about anything with eloquence, and how he's always attentive when it comes to your needs. It definitely bothered you, because even his clumsiness was beginning to be endearing when it was something you used to tease him about nonstop.
In your eyes, Namjoon was slowly becoming more than just a friend.
You feel the heat begin to pool on your face at the thought of what he was starting to mean to you.
"Here," Namjoon covers you with his thick jacket when he notices you touching your cheeks, mistakenly thinking you were cold when really, you were feeling flustered, "You should've worn something thicker."
"That's why I have you," you tease, flashing him one of your cheesy smiles. Namjoon smiled at your words before looking up at the sky.
"What time is it?" He asks, not quite meeting your gaze. You catch the way he's fidgeting with his fingers and how he was on his toes swaying back and forth— one of the tells that he was nervous.
Why was he?
Your brow raises at his behavior. Checking the time on your watch, you jokingly ask, "A few minutes left 'til midnight. Why? Do you wanna leave?"
He looks down and laughs, stuffing his hands in his pockets, "Of course not, I wanna watch with you."
"You sure?"
"Yes, ____, there's nowhere else I'd rather be," he sends you a reassuring smile that immediately fills your body with warmth. You had to look away before you broke into a crazy-looking grin in front of him.
"What about you? I might be keeping you from a potential new year's kiss partner," Namjoon says teasingly as he leans on the fence, trying to act as normal as possible.
"Psh, please. Even if I were down there no one would wanna touch these lips," you snorted, "Instead, I'll annoy you by talking about how fireworks work."
"You wouldn't be annoying me because I'm actually looking forward to it."
Those words were nowhere close to a confession, maybe not even close to what might be hinted as a confession, but your heart still did several backflips at what you heard. It's safe to say you were now struggling to keep your cool even in this cold weather. You cleared your throat.
Before you could think of saying something clever, the sound of people counting completely grabbed your attention.
50 seconds left ‘til midnight.
Namjoon was fidgeting even more now, but you didn’t notice because of how occupied you were with the thought of fireworks.
"People are counting," Namjoon says followed by a nervous laugh.
"I know," you gulped.
Should you tell him? Or should you just shrug it off and talk about fireworks?
"So the way fireworks work can be explained by the law of conservation of energy, one of the most basic laws of physics," You start. Namjoon's eyes turn wide at the way you started explaining at lightning speed.
Maybe it’s best to keep these feelings to yourself.
"Before it ignites, it's total chemical energy must remain the same after it explodes. The energy is then released as light, heat, sound, and movement," you continued.
40 seconds.
While you went on talking about chemical energy, you unknowingly washed away the nervousness Namjoon previously felt by the sound of your voice.
He's realized this before, but everything was much clearer tonight. Every little thing he's done for you these past couple of weeks was done out of something more than friendship— and he knew. As you continued talking about the physics involved in fireworks, Namjoon knew all he wanted was to get lost in your eyes and listen to the sound of your voice forever.
"There's also an action-reaction involved because it gives off hot exhaust gases that fire backwards, creating an opposite equal reaction."
30 seconds.
"So tell me if I've got this right," Namjoon places his hands on your shoulders, "Law of conservation of energy?"
"Right," You nodded.
"Law of action-reaction."
"Right."
"And ____, I'm in love with you."
"Right— wait, what?"
You could feel your heat leaping out of your chest while he stared deeply into your eyes. Are you sure you heard him right? Or were you hearing things? You wanted to ask him to say it one more time just to be sure, but at this point it was impossible to even choke out your words.
"I'm in love with you. I have been all this time," Namjoon continues, "You're the first person I want to see at the end of a busy day and you're the only one I want to be with whenever we go to certain places. I'd go on endless night drives with you while listening to you talk about the physics involved in fireworks and other things and I'm— I'm just deeply, wholeheartedly, in love with you.”
“Ten, nine, eight…” The crowd below continues counting down, even louder this time. Namjoon continues searching your eyes, feeling afraid that you wouldn’t reciprocate his feelings. His hands fall from your shoulders, but he doesn’t leave.
“Namjoon, I’m in l--“
Just as you were about to confess, the sound of the crowd drowns out your voice.
“What?” Namjoon squints and leans closer to you, but the crowd only gets louder.
There was no point in trying to shout it out. With one last sigh, you decide to muster up all your courage to gently grab the fabric of his shirt to pull him even closer.
Three, two, one.
As the fireworks lit up the sky, all you could hear was the sound of your heartbeat while Namjoon’s soft lips were pressed against yours. You could feel each other smiling through the kiss while his large hands cupped your face, making you feel even warmer. When you two finally pulled away, you couldn’t help but chuckle at the shy grin on Namjoon’s face. The sound of your laugh leaves him wanting more as he pulls you in for another.
Looks like you got your new year’s kiss after all.
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S/O who can fence — Leonardo, Comte, Napoleon, Arthur and Jean
pairings: reader x comte, leonardo x reader, napoleon x reader, arthur x reader and jean x reader
warnings: use of weapons, mentions of nsfw [napoleon’s part], mentions of violence [jean],
A/N: rn I feel ✨blessed✨ with this request ahdhdh, also I had to study a little bit about fence things and movements
❥ Leonardo Da Vinci
actually he didn’t know that you fences until he saw you one day sneaking out to the practice room where napoleon and jean used to fence
his curiosity is bout to kill him so he follows you to see what you are up to
but when he sees you with napoleon fencing so fiercely but at the same time so elegantly
oh god he can’t stop staring at you
when you notice him you can’t help but feel shy
HES BOMBARDING YOU WITH QUESTIONS
also proud really really proud
you always liked april because of its fresh days. also because you could go to fence without getting worried about the weather. it was a secret that you wanted to keep for yourself. not because you felt embarrassed or anything, but fencing was something that always made you feel confident, it was only you and your fast movements towards your opponent .
however that day it was different. you didn’t know that your beautiful and curious boyfriend leonardo was following you. it was normal for you to disappear a few hours once a week. he was walking when he saw you running towards the practice room where sometimes napoleon or jean went to practice fencing. with light steps Leonardo followed you like a shadow.
his eyes went wide when he saw you. napoleon was fencing with someone, he couldn’t see who it was, until he saw through the fencing mask a long and silky (h/c) hair. and then he knew who was napoleon opponent. but what took his breathing was how fast and how elegant was your movements, the way you moved and how you thrusted your attacks toward the former french emperor threatening and pushing him towards the edge, made him so proud that he couldn’t keep hiding anymore and revealing himself to the both of you.
you saw a shadow moving behind you, you took a glance to see who it was, surprised you saw how leonardo was standing at the door looking at you with sparking eyes. you regretted your actions when you saw the tip of his foil pointing at you. with a sigh you dropped your fencing weapon, showing your defeat.
you heard a few steps coming from behind, turning you saw leonardo smiling at you “cara mia, you should have told me you knew fencing, next time I’ll be more careful to not make you mad” he said while you punched slightly at his arm trying to cover the hard blush you had. leonardo only knew that his beautiful girlfriend was a really interesting woman who always managed to surprise him even more.
❥ Comte de Saint-Germain
he knew it
but he respected your privacy
he didn’t told you, but the reason that he made the fencing room more big and with new equipmentit was because of you
sometimes he went to see you, but secretly
when you told him he did as he never knew
pikachu meme face
his respect for you will only grew to a 5000%
“mademoiselle you’re really amazing, it the first time that I find someone who can keep up with me” jean’s eyes were full of admiration while he praised you. with a blush you thanked him, at first it was hard to convince jean to practice some fencing with you, he thought that he would end up hurting you, but you assured him that you would be alright.
what the both of you didn’t know was how a pair of caramel eyes observed all your movements. with a smile comte turned back to his office knowing that in a few minutes you’ll be there with him. his heart was beating so fast that he couldn’t even think properly, your elegants moves, the way you dodged all the attacks that jean sent to you was something breathtaking. his love for you only grew more and more. he knew he did right falling in love with you, not only your heart was strong but your body too, and the fierce way you attacked jean proved how much he admired his beautiful girlfriend.
running towards comte’s room you arrived at the entrance of the door. you didn’t see how much time passed since you started to practice with jean. your fencing skills was a secret that you wanted to keep to yourself, and the only person who knew about that was jean and napoleon, the first one whom you often staying long hours practicing.
carefully you knocked his door to proceed with opening it , you saw comte looking at some papers with a frown, probably more letter from leonardo’s family. sometimes you felt bad for the renaissance man and for comte too, who had to write or burn another pile of letters.
“Abel, you should take a break, come here with me” you said while walking towards the sofa. his eyes meet yours and with a smile he went towards you sitting next to you with an elegance that could steal anyone’s breathe.
“also... sorry for being so late” you said looking at him, his eyes inspected yours, looking for an explanation. “well, I’ve been wanting to tell you this from a long time ago, but I never found the right moment” taking a deep breath you prepared yourself “once or twice a week I go with jean or napoleon to practice some fencing, nothing too dangerous”
“and did you had fun today?” he asked you, you looked at him surprised, you didn’t expect him to be this calm, and then you saw it, it was just a second, but that tiny and momentary spark in his eyes told you everything “you knew it don’t you?” you asked him, a smile appeared on his lips “yes, but you know what chérie? knowing that you can defend yourself so fiercely only makes me fall more and more in love with you”
“s-shut up d-don’t be dumb” you told him while trying to evade his intense gaze, your ears burning like fire. it didn’t matter how but he always made you feel so amazing, and that was one between of the uncountable reasons that you loved him.
❥ Napoleon Bonaparte
he’s proud of his nunuche
it’s something normal to see the two of you fencing til death
won’t admit it but he sometimes goes easy on you
that’s until you start teasing him
so yeah most of your sparring seasons ends up with the both of you lying on the floor trying to breathe properly
it was common to meet up with napoleon wednesdays and fridays at the sparring room. “if you want to evade more faster the attacks flex your knees a little bit more, it’ll be more easy to move too” while his face had a serious facade, his eyes were soft. napoleon loved this. spending time with the person he loved only made his heart to beat so fast that he sometimes wondered if he would die right there.
following your boyfriend’s advice you flexed a little more your legs, a felling of comfort appearing on your body. he really knows even when it’s not his own body. A mischievous grin appeared on your face, the odds for your idea to success were low, but it was worth trying it.
“let’s make a bet” your voice echoed the room, napoleon looked at you curious before adding “tell me”.
“if I lose this round, I’ll be at your mercy the whole night, any wish will be fulfilled by me” you smiled and winked at him before continuing “but if win, you will be at my mercy, I can request anything, what do you think? deal or not deal”
and now there you were, both of you lying on the ground, trying to catch your breathing and laughing at the same time, you looked at napoleon, he seemed to relaxed, so free, sometimes you cursed at yourself for not having a camera to take a photo. the view was worthy, really worthy. his eyes met yours, a smile appearing on his beautiful lips “let’s say that we’re both the winners” he said while getting up while offering his hand to you to do the same thing.
moments like this were really worthy.
❥ Arthur Conan Doyle
he discovered in the worst situation ever
it was past midnight when the Arthur decided to pay a visit to you
nah he was just horny
entering at you room without making any sound who could startle you he tried to went towards your bed when the tip which seemed from a sword was pointing in the middle of his face
he was ✨shocked✨
and screamed
actually his soul almost left his body
when you saw it was him you started to apologize like a crazy
he totally forgot why he went to your room
he made a mental note to not storm like that at your bedroom anymore
you were supposed to be sleeping, but for any reason your body didn’t want to. but something told you that probably it was because of dazai’s yōkai story. with a sigh you closed the windows and started to prepare yourself to go to bed. that was until you heard a tiny but almost inaudible footsteps at the corridor. each step seemed to be more and more closer to your door.
the probably that someone could be up at this hour was almost impossible, you thought about arthur, but he told you that he probably would go to bed earlier because he had some business to attend at the town tomorrow.
in times like that you felt grateful for the infernal fencing classes that your parents told you to attend when you were younger. with careful steps, you stood behind the door, with your foile in hand. and then the door opened, with fast reflexes you pointed at the ghost- wait, at the person, you heard a scream which made you scream too, turning the lights on you saw arthur with a surprise face almost terrified.
“OH– ARTHUR IM SO SORRY” you screamed throwing the foile and taking with both of your hands you boyfriends handsome face “oh god oh god, I really thought you were a ghost or something, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!”
taking a big breath arthur looked at you, now more composed and calm “tell me, did you want something” you talked taking his hand with yours, he looked at you, and then at the door “I- I don’t remember”
❥ Jean D’Arc
he didn’t expect it at all
he didn’t have words
just like Arthur he found out in the worst situation
it was one of your late night walkings when a group of three men approached to the both of you
feeling the danger jean wrapped an arm around you his jaw tensed and his hand on the tip of his sword
he saw that the other man had one too
he told you to hide
after the incident sometimes asks you to fence with him sometimes
it’s just an excuse to spend time with you
“jean I think that they’re following us” you told your boyfriend, his grip on your shoulder tensed up, his beautiful purple eyes were darker, jaw clenched “mademoiselle when I give you the sign you run, okay?”
you looked at jean and then the three man, something caught your eye. the man on the left had a sword, a big one. you knew that that classes that fencing classes would be worthy in the future. you looked at jean who was prepared to defend you from that group of men. but who would protect him, without thinking further and with a fast movement you took the man’s sword elegantly pointing at him death in the eye.
there weren’t three surprised faces but four, jean’s face got totally decomposed, surprise written on his face. he never, not in a million of years would ever imagine you being able to handle a sword with that determination “jean I appreciate your concern about my well-being but if you protect me, who will protect you?”
and with that words the soldier was preparing a whole wedding inside his head. you made him see all the good thing in the world, and he swore for his life that he would protect that perception of the world for you. but for the first time, in many years he let his pride and stubbornness apart, he promised to himself that he would never let you go. not you, not his warrior angel.
— yōkai or 妖怪 are a class of supernatural monsters and spirits in Japanese folklore. The word 'yōkai' is made up of the kanji for "bewitching; attractive; calamity" and "spectre; apparition; mystery; suspicious."
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