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slygirl666 · 3 years

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lack of self control pt. 2 (F.W)

a/n this took soo long. summery in part 1

warnings: gets dirty, 18+, blah blah

word count: 2,984

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You woke up with an exceptionally bad headache and a pair of freckled arms around you. Looking up you could see Fred Weasley sleeping peacefully. You took a moment to drink in the sight, his strong freckled chest that had scars from experiments and the war. Your fingers trailed them before you untangled yourself from him. Quickly collecting her dress and underwear.

“Not leaving without saying goodbye are you?” Fred sat up in his bed with a satisfied smirk.

“Merlin,” you jumped. “I was. I wanted to get home so we don't have awkward conversations.”

“Love, you work for me,” he laughed humorlessly. “We’d just have to do it tomorrow.”

You didn’t think of that. “Okay, well that was enjoyable but we really shouldn't go it again.”

He smiled at her moving to get up letting the blanket fall. You covered your eyes for your sake more than his. “You've seen it all, haven't you?”

“Don't be a dick.” you uncovered them, thankfully he had pulled some sweats on. He led you to a kitchen where he made coffee. He handed you a mug of coffee and some milk.

“I’m not being a dick, what happened wont leave here.” he gave her cheeky smile.

“I work in ‘this place’ so it won’t leave the apartment,” she glared at him. “One time thing.”

He held his hands up, “one time thing.”

One time thing, right? Of course not. Because that's exactly how a week later you ended up in the back of the shop after a busy day with Fred’s lips on your neck and his hands up your skirt.

His hand traced her underwear while she growled at him. “Don’t tease me Fred.”

He laughed bringing his lips up to yours pulling the lace to the side. You moaned into his mouth as the pad of his finger circled your clitoris. He thrived off of your sounds as he moved his hand down to your entrance he started with one finger. Pumping it in and out.

“Your Dripping aren’t you? Have you been thinking about the way it felt to fuck me.” you nodded you really had been all week. Everytime you lie in bed the only thing you thought about was him between your legs, behind you even under you. “Because I've wanted to feel you all week, love.”

You shivered as he entered another finger, earning him another breathy moan. “Freddie please,” you slid a hand from his neck to the growing erection in his pants. His breath hitched as you palmed him.

He took his hand out from under your skirt reaching for his wand, a moment after he leaned down to kiss you there was a lout cracking sound and you were in his apartment. He was quick to remove your clothes mouth nipping and sucking at the exposed skin as you fumbled with the buttons on his shirt.

You gasped out ‘merlin’ when his mouth found your nipple. Unlike the last time when you were both completely sloshed, Fred wanted to commit everything about you to memory to take his time and he did just that.

* * *

An hour later you were on Freds bed, legs twitching slightly but feeling satisfied.

“So much for this can’t happen again,” you rolled your eyes moving to get off the bed, Only to be stopped by his arms winding around you to pull you onto him.

“It didn’t have to be,” he whispered into your ear. “It still doesn’t have to be.”

You moved to straddle him. “You’re right, I mean we're two healthy adults. Were obviously attracted to each other, we can just keep fucking, I guess, casually.”

You bit your lip, you could feel how much you were blushing. He licked his lips nodding at you. “Casually.”

You could feel your stomach sink slightly at his lack of protest, you half wanted him to confess his undying love for you right then and there.

So that's how a heated affair started, after the shop closed the two of you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. In the back of the shop, restocking the shelves, in his flat, kitchen counters, his bed, couch but his personal favorite was to have you in his office. Actually his and Georges but that didn’t matter while he was away.

It was almost exactly two months since the wedding, you and Fred were still going at it constantly.

The two of you were finishing restocking the snack box display when Fred grabbed your waist, pulling your back to his chest. You placed the last box on the shelf as his hands started to work the buttons on your shirt, lips finding your neck.

“You know Freddie, I think the only reason you hired me is so you could fuck me.” you breathed out a laugh. You could feel the cheeky smirk on your skin.

“Oh, absolutely Princess.” his mouth found your ears nipping at it, “It was all part of my plan, first I hire you, next I get you naked.”

You laughed turning in his arms to kiss him. “This is probably the last time we can be up to no good in the shop.”

“Ah, yes, Georgie will be back,” he sighed dramatically. “He always ruins my fun.”

“I’ll let you choose how and where you want me first, Mr. Weasley.” you gave him an innocent smile, though what you were talking about is anything but.

“Office,” he growled. “Now.”

You grabbed his hand, bringing him upstairs opening the door to his side of the office. He quickly lifted you onto his desk. Kissing you as he took your shoes off sliding his hands up your thighs, discarding your stockings. His hand reached up your skirt, instinctively you moved your legs apart to give him better access. His fingers tracing the lace to find your clit.

His hands giving you all their attention, as his lips found the spot on your neck that never fails to make you moan.

“You make the most beautiful sounds,” he murmured. One hand pulling you panties off as the other went straight for your core. “Already so wet for me.”

His lips found yours once more, reaching for his pant button and zipper. “How do you want me Freddie? It’s your choice.”

His hazel eyes were clouded with lust and adoration. “Get off the desk.” You did as he commanded shivering at the loss of touch. “Clothes off.”

He tugged at his own as you pulled the skirt down, finishing off the buttons he hadn’t undone. Both left I'm your undergarments. he smiled, eying you as blushed. “Gorgeous, now Princess, I’m gonna bend you over and fuck you on my desk so hard you can’t say a full sentence.”

You giggled and squealed as he turned you around. With a tug your panties were off, one hand on your hip with a bruising grip the other on your spine guiding your chest flat against the wood.

You felt his length line up to your entrance, the tip teasing you, making you whimper for more. “Just say please, princess…”

“Freddie, please I need you…” you whimpered with want. Truly, you did feel like you needed him. Fred made you feel like no one you’ve had sex with ever had. The way he filled you, the way his hands guided you. He was everything.

He entered you with a low grunt, his own name dripping from your lips. As he started at a slow pace, basking on how you felt around him. He still had the fim hand on your hip. As the other one went for your hair, pulling it lightly making you arch your back.

“Freddie, harder… please,” you know sometimes he liked to take it slow. But right now you wanted more.

“Because you asked so nicely,” he pushed himself into you harder, going at a rather brutal pace. You gasped the noise quickly turned into a needy moan, at the sudden movement. “There we go princess, such a pretty noise just for me. Right Y/N?”

You couldn’t focus, the slight growl of his voice and the feeling of his skin moving against yours left you in a daze. The hand on your hip found its way down to your clit.

“Fuck Freddie,” a loud moan came out of you.

Fred stopped completely inside of you, “you can still speak.” his hand went to your waist to pull your body flush to his. A hand finding its way around your throat.

Your brain short-circuited, he'd never done anything so aggressive. Hagged breaths and half moans were all you were capable of making.

“That’s better, isn’t it love?” he purred in your ear before his lips sucked on your neck. You nodded the best you could.

You felt the familiar pull of an orgasam, body twitching, Fred felt it too. His hand going back to your clit to circle the sensitive bundle.

“You can let go, cum for me princess.” he whispered.

With his hands working you it was seconds before you were undone with loud gasps and needy sounds. You finished seeing stars. Fred kept you upright as he thrusted into you as he climaxed.

He pulled himself out of you.

“That was intense,” you giggled, going to pull your skirt back on.

“Too much?” he looked a bit flustered, putting on his own clothes.It was slightly adorable to see the bold and sexy Fred Weasley get shy.

“It was perfect, in fact we should explore that side of you again.” you grabbed his collar bringing him to your height for a soft kiss.

“I think we should too,” he smiled. “Want some dinner? I'm going to make some pasta, maybe watch a movie before we try to explore a little more.”

You nodded and the two of you went up to the flat another floor up. This was the part of your arrangement that kind of left hope for something more. Often the two of you had dinner together and your lunches were always spent in his office joking. A few days a week you would even stay the night, he would say ‘it's convenient you work right here.’ but nothing more than the sex ever came up no announcement of his love for you.

You sat on his couch looking at the small selection of movies he had. Finding a movie you considered okay. Fred was in the kitchen putting water in a pot setting it to boil on the stove before joining you.

He sat on the opposite end the two of you made comfortable conversation about anything you could think of with in the next hour the two of you had eaten and were on the couch watching an older movie about a young woman in new york. Not that the two you were paying any attention to the movie.

He had you in a heated kiss, laying on top of you. You had a leg around his waist, your hands tugging at his hair.

“So Princess, want to experiment some more?” that cheeky smirk told you tonight would be trouble.

“I was the one who suggested it. “

“How do you feel about being tied up?”

* * *

Waking up next to Fred was something you enjoyed, the way his bare chest rose and fell with his rhythmic breath, how the sun reflected off of his red hair, and his slightly parted lips. You felt him against your backside. You grinded against him, his perfect parted lips letting a groan slip out.

One thing you had learned about Fred these two months is that the man had a neerly impossible sex drive. You couldn’t always keep up but were more than willing to please. This was one of those times you would please.

His eyes twitched, and his mouth lifted into a smile, “good morning to you too.”

“Hi Freddie,” you twisted into his arms, letting him flip the two of you over for a kiss. You smiled into his kiss letting your hands explore. The few mornings you spent in his bed you learned they will always be slow and sensual.

The two of you were so caught up you didn't hear the loud ‘CRACK!’ in fact the two of you didn’t notice anyone was in the room until a loud “Oh shit!” was heard through the room. Fred got off of you, luckily you were still in one of Fred's sweaters but kept the blanket around your legs.

“Well isn’t this a surprise hello Y/N,” George laughed loudly as red got up and shooed him out of the room. You got up extremely embarrassed, you got up pulling on your skirt that had been discarded last night.

You walked out into the kitchen to see Fred and George sitting at the small table with a cup of coffee in each of their hands. Fred handed you a mug as you sat awkwardly,

George cleared his throat, “so how long have you two been together?”

“Well-

“We aren’t-”

You and Fred started at the same time, you nodded at him to continue, “we aren’t together, we’ve just been-”

“Screwing?” George supplied.

“Yes,” you cringed at the vulgarity. “I’m going to go home, get ready. I'll see you in two hours.”

The boys nodded at you as you got out your wand and apperated out of the room.

“So when are you going to tell her?” George stared his brother down.

“I don’t know what you're talking about,” Fred couldn’t meet his eyes.

“Fred, don’t be daft, you are absolutely smitten with her and you know it.” George rolled his eyes, “you were taken with her at Hogwarts and now you're absolutely done for. Why haven’t you said anything?”

“We don’t really talk much if i'm being honest,” Fred smirked, and then sighed while sipping his coffee. “I just don’t want to ruin this now, I’ll take being with her the way she’ll let me.”

“You two are idiots.”

* * *

And George was correct.

You spent time away from Fred for the most part, your heart ached to be near him, but he didn’t want attachment and you would do what you could to respect that. But the man was infuriating he would put a hand on your waist to steady you when the latter shifted slightly. His strong hands when he rolled his shirt sleeves up, and his lover lip between his teeth. Oh how you wanted to have his lips on yours again.

Fred caught you looking, he sent you a wink causing your face to heat up. You continued to talk to the woman and young boy looking at the more child safe products. You smiled as you recited the information. Once the woman left it was time for your lunch break.

“Y/N?” Fred called from his office. “Could you please join me in here?”

You walked up to the stairs, it had been five day since George caught you two. You saw the two of them at their desks, George was engrossed in paper work as Fred sat back in his seat looking deep in thought.

“Freddie, what did you need?” you leaned against the door frame. “I was going to pick up lun-”

“We ordered in from that sandwich shop down the alley,” Fred gestured to the seat across from him. “George was just about to go pick it up.”

“Oi! What are you-” Fred threw him a glare. It seemed like something registered to George as he got up and put on his coat. “I’ll see you in a bit, have fun.. Maybe not too much.”

You let out a humorless chuckle, “so did you have a question? Or did you just want to-”

“Why are you avoiding me?” he caught your eye, you stayed silent. “It's just frustrating Y/N, I miss you, and i haven’t seen you outside of work in days.”

“We’ll i just thought that what you would wa-”

“Why would I want that, If the fact that I couldn't leave you alone for a single day.”

“It’s just George-”

“I don’t give a shit about George Y/N,” he rose his voice knuckles white from hanging on to the edge of the desk.

“no , but George catching us made this completely real. And that is scary Fred its so scary because what we were doing was just for fun we both said, but I don’t want it to be-”

“And you don’t think I want it either. That I didn’t feel like the luckiest man on earth everytime i woke up with you in my arms, or that it’s not absolutely ridiculous to have you ten feet away from me and not be able to say how I feel.”

By this time the two of you were standing shouting. “And you want me to believe that you Fred Weasley don’t feel more than lust and attraction-”

He cut you off putting his mouth to yours heatedly. “I am absolutely taken with you Y/N Y/L/N.” He leaped over his desk to continue in his embrace.

“And I'm most definitely taken with you.”

The door slammed open loudly and there stood George with his hand dramatically over his eyes a takeout bag in the other. “Nobody’s naked right?”

“No, were completely decent.” Fred’s arms stayed around you swaying slightly as George went to his desk to decide whose food is whose. “Y/N why don't i take you on a proper date? Tonight, I can pick you up.”

“Think that would be lovely.” you gave him a small peck on his lips.

“You two horny basterds I got food, can we please eat before we have to open back up” George barked at the two of you.

The three of you burst into laughter. Applying for a job at the joke shop was easily the best thing you've done.

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holylulusworld · 4 years

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Miss Piggy

Summary: You are head over heels for your elder brother’s best friend – sadly he doesn’t reciprocate the feelings.

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Rogers!Reader, Steve x Sister!Reader, Sam Wilson, Brock Rumlow, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Carol Danvers, OFC’s

Warnings: angst, unrequited love, language, Bucky being a douche, mentions of violence, remorse, awful dates, mentions of sex

Music blares through the night. You can smell the booze and beer in your brother's living room, just like cheap perfume and sweat as his friends talk, drink, and laugh.

Steve insisted that you shall join the party. Working the whole week and spending your time in your room is not the way he imagined how you spend your life.

“Get a beer, relax and dance with the girls.” Steve tries to make you feel comfortable around his friends, but most of the time you feel like you do not belong.

Nat, Wanda, and Carol are nice, but the other girls drawn to your brother and his friends, are always bitching around.

While Steve’s female friends are nice, even drag you out of your shell sometimes the other girls seem to do not like you.

Maybe it’s as Steve focusses his attention on you, his sister, when you are around or that you do not drink until you pass out, but they always find a reason to make you feel unwelcome.

“You look pretty tonight, Y/N. I bet all the guys in this room, except for your brother, of course, will lose their heart to you.” Sam Wilson, Mr. Charming in flesh and blood takes your hand to lead you toward Clint and Wanda.

“There she is!” Wanda smirks, looking you all over before she gives you an approving hum. “You bought a pink one! Me too!” Wanda wears a pink top, white skinny jeans and matching pink heels. “We look like twins.”

“I must admit, Wanda is right.” Clint snickers as the redhead gives him a thumb up at his comment. “You look stunning, just like Miss Maximoff. I bet Bucky will finally make a move.” You like Clint, but sometimes his mouth is faster than his brain.

Just like right now. While he blurs out the words two of the girls who tried to get Steve’s and Bucky’s attention start to giggle before they run off.

“I don’t think so…” Grumbling you take the beer Sam offers, returning his soft smile. “I am not the kind of girl Bucky would ask out. We are friends, that’s all.”

“He calls you doll; Y/N. Bucky never called any other girl like that.” Natasha insists as she steps closer.

“Our shy guy is watching you since you entered the room. I can tell he does not want to hold hands or crap. His looks are full of hunger…”

“Don’t scare her, Nat. Let’s make sure he will dance with our fledgling.” Clint grins as he strides toward Steve to distract your brother long enough for Bucky to make a move.

“Go and get the guy. Just walk over there and ask him about his new bike. You know, he bought a new one last week. It’s black and he asked someone to give the bike a nice ‘tattoo’ in a week.” Wanda shoves you toward Bucky.

You want to talk to him, want to ask him about the bike, just like Wanda suggested but two girls flank his side and he seems to enjoy their company.

Before you can even say ‘hi’ to your brothers’ best friend one of the girl's eyes you up and down, snorting at your pink dress.

“What does Miss Piggy want here? Did Stevie invite everyone in town or is she a clown?” The girl snickers and you feel your heart drop.

You liked the dress, Wanda liked it too, but that girl looks at you as if you are wearing a clown suit.

“I guess Stevie wanted her to have fun,” Bucky smirks as you look down your body to find a reason why the girl laughed about you. “I guess she stole the dress from Miss Piggy to impress the boys.”

The words coming from the man you admire, even secretly are in love with feel like someone stabbed your heart, twisted the knife, and carved it out of your chest.

“Look at the little girl. I guess she’s about to cry…” The other girl coos and you turn on your heels before you storm out of the room to run upstairs.

Natasha and Wanda call your name, even run after you while Sam storms toward Bucky, followed by a very pissed Clint.

“Y/N, Sweetie…wait…” Natasha tries but you slam the door to your room shut. Locking your door, you sniffle silently as Natasha calls your name. “Open the door, Y/N. Come on. Tell us what happened…”

“Ask Bucky and his girls.” Turning toward your bed you open the zipper, shove the straps down your shoulders to let the dress pool around your ankles.

“Y/N?” You can hear Steve’s voice from the other side of the door, but tonight you will not open the door for your brother either. “Cupcake, open the door or I’ll kick it open!”

“Stevie, go back to your party and have fun with your friends and those girls. I am just having a headache.” Changing into pajamas, fluffy socks, and your favorite slipper you sit onto your bed, wiping the tears away.

“I will break it, Y/N.” Steve rams his shoulder against your door and you get up, sighing.

“Why did you cry?” The moment you open the door, Steve, cups your cheek. “Baby sis?”

“It’s stupid, Stevie. I should have known better than to try to talk to your best friend while he’s surrounded by two chicks. I am Miss Piggy to them and Bucky. Just let me have some sleep and tomorrow I’ll go and have some fun.”

“I will rip him a new one! I swear he’ll not survive this party!” Steve’s voice booms through your room as he stands there to watch you curl into a ball onto your bed.

“Save it, Stevie. We both know that this was my fault. I had to buy this stupid dress and go to a party where I do not belong. They are your friends, not mine. I should stick to the men asking me out.” Steve covers you with your blanket, not knowing what to think about his friend’s behavior.

“Y/N, I’ll be back later. Sleep a bit.” Your brother presses a soft kiss to your temple before he leaves your room.

His hands balled into fists he storms down the staircases to beat his friend into a pulp.

“Wait! Stevie, you can’t do this…” Natasha and Wanda drag the girls bullying you out of Steve’s house. Natasha even fisted the girl’s hair to drag her out.

“You were not invited. Out of my house and I dare you to get close to my house, my club or my sister, the girl you harassed, ever again. I know you like to be close to the big bad bikers, but do you know what happens to people hurting my sister?” Steve towers over the girls and they flinch when he steps closer.

“We didn’t know she’s your sister…Sir.” The girl calling you Miss Piggy whines.

“I don’t care if you did know shit! You came to my house, uninvited and harassed one of my guests. My sister or not, if you come to my house, you respect the people in there or you will pay for it. Get out of my sight before I forget my manners!”

Wanda never saw Steve that mad before. Even she flinched when he made another step toward the girls.

“Let’s get back inside, the show is over.” Sam tries as the girls run away. “We should talk to Bucky. I want to know why he pulled that shit after you allowed him to go out with Y/N. I don’t get him…”

“Same, Sam. I told him he can ask her out and he has the guts to hurt my baby sis at my party, at my house.”

“I want to hear it coming from you Buck. I want to hear why you broke my vulnerable baby sis’s heart.” Arms crossed over his chest Steve glares at his friend as Bucky runs one hand down his face.

“I had to scare her off. You know that I am no good for your sister. We are the bad guys, bikers and my job is it to beat the shit out of people disrespecting you, the club and our members. All I know is how to drink, hit people and fuck a girl behind a bar.”

“I knew this when I told you that Y/N is no longer off-limits to you. She is in love with you since she turned sixteen, Buck. My baby sis wants you, so she will get you. Now find a way to make it up to her and come back tomorrow.” Steve steps closer, jaw ticking, hands balled into fists he nods at Sam.

“Bucky, you should go now. Have a shower, wear clean clothes, and buy flowers for the girl. You better prepare a speech before you come to the inquisition.” Clint hums, watching Brock flirt with Natasha.

“Dude, hands off my girl!”

“I did not touch her, Barton. I got a nice girl right over there. Her ass is even nicer.” Snickering Carol gives her boyfriend a wink. “Where’s Peggy, Steve?”

“At her parent's place. She has to explain why a biker is the right guy for her – again by the way.” Sighing Steve falls onto a chair, running his fingers nervously through his hair. “I don’t know if she will stay with me.”

“You’re a catch, Steve. Now let us talk about how to kick Bucky’s ass for hurting our girl.” Clint’s eyes meet your brothers. “Kicking his balls? Scratching his new bike? Cutting his hair…or wait – he already did so as the colleague Y/N flirted with has short black hair…”

“Shut up, punk…” Bucky was silent the whole time but now he grits his teeth. “I did it to make sure she can find a nice guy…”

“And a nice guy she’ll find…”

“Where are you going?” Watching you walk down the stairs, wearing a brand-new cerulean dress and a fake smile you stop in your tracks as your brother looks at you.

“I do what you told me to do. I will have more in my life than work and hiding in my room. Alexander Pierce junior asked me out weeks ago. I refused to go out with him but after last night…”

Stiffing you give Steve a cracked smile. “Bucky is out of my league, I got that, so I’ll try to find a nice guy appreciating me and my Miss Piggy dress.” Pecking Steve’s cheek, you ignore Sam’s worried face, or the way your brother’s jaw ticks.

“You sure about that?”

“I can’t wait for the rest of my life for your best friend to fall in love with me. I thought, no believed, that Bucky is at least my friend, but I was wrong.”

Steve cannot do anything but watch you walk out of the house. While you step out of your brother’s house, Bucky sprints toward the gate as you keep your eyes trained toward the car waiting for you.

“Doll…uh—hey.” Bucky tries, opening the door but you ignore his presence, his words, and the single rose in his hands.

“Mr. Barnes.” Your voice is cold, eyes not meeting his you pass him by without acknowledging him further.

Steve’s eyes follow you to the parked car, the one belonging to your date and he nods at Sam. Signalizing him and Clint to follow you to make sure your date behaves like a gentleman.

“She has a date…” Huffing Bucky looks at the single rose in his hands.

“Yeah, with Alexander Pierce junior, the world's biggest asshole. Follow that girl and get her.” Brock grunts, pointing toward Bucky’s brand-new bike. “We all know you want that guy to spray Y/N’s name on your bike.”

“Maybe that guy is the better choice, Brock. We are…” Fisting Bucky’s leather jacket Brock glares at his friend.

“Listen, Bucky. We had our conflicts in the beginning, but I hope you know we are friends. I would not let my girl go for anything in the world. Am I an ass? – yes! Did I do stupid and dangerous stuff? – yes! Would I let Alexander Pierce junior fuck my girl? – no fucking way!”

“Fuck her?” Pale Bucky swallows the lump in his throat. Panic rises in his chest and he nods at Steve. “I need the club…all of us. I will get my girl…”

“You heard my first lieutenant. Let’s ride…”

Dinner could be pleasant if your date would be more subtle while staring at other women’s ass or at least try to listen to what you have to say.

The whole time the man asking you five times to go out with him has nothing better to do than playing with his phone, telling you about his newest car and on top of all – he stares at your waitresses ass.

“That’s nice…” Poking the food he ordered with your fork (He didn’t even give you the chance to decide what you want to eat.) you try to remember why you agreed to go out with this awful man.

Outside the restaurant, Steve’s club parks their bikes. Steve smirks, as Bucky nervously straightens his clothes.

“I’ll go and get my girl now.” Bucky takes the roses from Natasha before he rushes toward the restaurant. He is nervously opening the door, but the moment his eyes land on you his back straightens, and he walks toward the table.

“Excuse us, but we are trying to have a conversation. We don’t need…” Your date glances up at an incredibly angry-looking biker and you can help yourself but giggle as his jaw goes slack and his fork drops onto the table.

“What do you want here?” Alexander juniors’ eyes widen as you bark at the biker right next to him. “I have a nice dinner right now. I don’t think Miss Piggy has time for an audience right now.”

“Doll, I tried to help you hate me. Stevie allowed me to ask you out for a date and I panicked. I believed someone with a regular job and a not so shitty past would be better for you.” Humming you place the fork next to the plate.

“Interesting. So, you believed that I would like to go out with a guy not giving a shit on me. With someone not even listening to what I have to say while he’s busy looking at every girl’s ass in the restaurant?” Your words make Bucky chuckle and he holds out his hand, but you get up without taking his hand.

“Y/N.” Ignoring Bucky you grab your purse, toss some money onto the table before you turn to leave. “Please, doll. Let me apologize for acting like a douche.”

“You’re an idiot, Barnes.” Bucky follows you outside, rushing to your side to walk with you. He tries to guide you toward his bike, but you walk toward your brother.

“Guys, Girls.” Nodding at Steve’s club you want to get on Steve’s bike, but he shakes his head. “Steve?”

“Cupcake, he’s your man now. Teach him a lesson but let him drive you home.” Your eyes narrow as Steve motions the club to start their engines. The whole club let their engine roar before they drive away.

“Doll…please…” Huffing you turn around to look at Bucky. “I am the first lieutenant of the Howling Commando. I’d like to drive you home and more…”

“More, Mr. Barnes?” Humming Bucky shows you the roses and you let your eyes drink him in.

“I want to know why you cut your hair.”

“You flirted with that guy, admiring his new haircut. I thought you did not like my long hair and cut it. I wanted to get your attention, Y/N. Can I drive you home now, doll? Please?”

“I need to be at home at …” Smirking you shrug. “I don’t know when. I mean, it depends if you want to feel my big brothers’ wrath.”

“We could go for a walk with my bike, Y/N. I mean…uh—doll. I’d like to spend some time with you.”

“It’s 2 am, James Buchanan Barnes.“ Eyes narrowed, hands balled into fists your brother watches Bucky and you walk upstairs. “Did you hear me?”

“Yes, Stevie. You said I am her man now. The lady wanted to go for a ride with my bike, then she wanted some ice cream and now we are going to her room and watch her favorite movie. It’s called redemption.”

“Did you touch her?” Steve cocks his head, poking a finger into his friends’ chest. “I dare you to say yes…”

“I held her hand and helped her off my bike. I may or may not kissed her lips and touched her neck with my lips. I think I’d like to touch her some more, but we did not even reach the first base…” Bucky smirks while you tug at his jacket.

“I want to watch a movie.” Whining you look at Steve. “He won’t get any until he made everything up to me.”

“Fine. You can watch a movie with my sister. No touching. No kissing. No making-out.”

“Yes, Sir.” Bucky follows you upstairs as Sam, Clint, and the others watch the both of you. “Our girl grew up so fast…” Sam sighs.

“We need to make sure he uses condoms,” Clint adds while the girls dreamily watch Bucky grasp for your hand.

“I guess they will go at it like animals soon enough.” Brock snickers and Steve feels his stomach tighten.

“Fuck! I did forget they could have sex…”

Laughter fills the house and Steve can feel his heart race as you turn around to press your lips to his first lieutenant.

“Yeah, Steve. Sooner or later he will ruin your baby sis…”

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lovehugsandcandy · 4 years

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Fine. (ColtxMC, RoD)

A/N: Happy Epilogue Day! I had started this for MC Day but didn’t quite make it. (I was listening to Jasmine Thompson’s stripped version of Funny and the line ”I guess freedom didn’t free you like you thought” just vibes with me.) @rodappreciationweek

Pairing: Colt x MC, ROD

Length: ~2,100 words

Rating/Warnings: N*FW (Infidelity. Not explicit but there are references to sex. Swearing.)

Summary: Ellie’s built a new life out East and it’s all fine.

“I’m fine.”

The response is automatic, floating off her tongue easily; she doesn’t consider it, not anymore, just lets her lips move and her brain wander.

She’s been fine for eight years, fine through her time at Langston and through grad school and dissertation and post-doc, fine through first dates and relationships and now her tony engagement, fine through every single second since she sped away from her past behind the wheel of a refurbished sports car and stepped back into shoes that had never known exhilaration, passion, or heartbreak.

That’s such a heavy course load! No one takes six classes. I’m fine.

Are you sure that you want to jump right into grad school? I’m fine.

Are you stressed planning your wedding? I’m fine.

How are you? Fine, fine, fine.

She’s fine. Everything is fine.

She ignores the hollow ache, right behind her rib, throbbing every time she thinks of how her life could have been, maybe should have been. She’s lucky she’s not in jail. She’s lucky she’s alive, thousands of miles from home, enjoying business dinners and boozy brunches and the trappings of success that sometimes feel like shackles.

Everything’s fine.

~~~~~

She shouldn’t be here.

Ellie should never have agreed to this; the memories LA holds replay vividly behind her eyelids and the juxtaposition of reality with the images she sees nightly makes her dizzy. It’s as if she never left, the haze still blanketing the city and enveloping familiar streets in a thick gauze. It’s a struggle to breathe, to exist here, but Edward was insistent that they marry in her hometown and her lips formed the answer before she could think it through. Fine.

She has a week to finalize the arrangements, clock counting down to when her steps would take her down the aisle, toward her future and away from a past that everyone knew she needed to leave behind. (Sometimes, the gap between what people know and what her heart yearns for gapes so wide that the ache physically chokes her, longing shaking her awake and leaving her to pace the apartment, dangerous thoughts screaming in the darkened silence.).

So she definitely shouldn’t be here, edging through the crowd, craning her neck for an unobstructed view of the starting line. When the engines roar, it vibrates through her chest and her heart leaps; she feels young again, soul awakening for the first time in forever, and, for a moment, the dull ache quiets.

The cars speed off, jostling for position, taillights fading into the night, flying as fast as in her memories. The crowd stirs, anxious for them to return, and she scans the lot, eyes tracing over vibrant colors and gleeful faces.

Eyes wide, she turns and the shock that runs through her body is the closest to lightning she’s ever experienced. The crowd ebbs around her, and she can only see one figure through the bodies, posture tense and hands stuffed in his leather jacket. Colt looks like he’s seen a ghost, shock and disbelief painted across his flawless features, but she’s never felt more alive, cars roaring their return to the finish line, unable to pull her eyes from the electric stare in front of her.

She moves first, tentative steps making their way over to where he stands, stock-still.

“Hi,” she murmurs, with the bit of breath she can force through her lips.

He stares at her, unblinking, until his eyes crinkle in the corner. “Looks like you’re in the wrong place, sweetheart.” She laughs; the spell has been broken, but she can feel herself falling prey to an even more seductive, dangerous pull. “What are you doing here, El?”

“I’m in town for a week. Wanted to check out some old haunts.” He studies her, eyes probing, and she cautiously slides her heavy left hand into her pocket. “How are you?”

“Good. Shop’s back up, crew’s doing good.” He shrugs. “How are you?”

“I’m fine.” The words come easily, quickly, off her tongue and she flushes under the intensity on his face.

His face pulls into a frown and his eyes narrow. “What do you mean?”

“I’m…” Her shoulder quirks up and, for a moment, she hesitates; the words are heavy and bitter in her mouth, but she forces them out, anyway. “I’m fine.”

“Do... do you ever think you should be…” His eyes search her face carefully, and her left cheek trembles with the effort to maintain the same plastered-on smile she’s kept on her face for the past eight years, one month, and twelve days. And, like always, he doesn’t miss a thing. “More than fine?”

She doesn’t remember her response, the ride back to the garage. She must’ve held tight, fingers curled into leather and cheek resting against his shoulder blades.

She definitely doesn’t remember reconsidering.

They fall into bed as if no time has passed, as if she were 18 again, as if he were still grieving a father, as if she were still simultaneously dreading and hopeful for what her future holds. He takes her apart inch by excruciating inch and, when he finally slides into her, she is an absolute mess, voice cracking over his name, tears slipping down her cheek and breath hitching with every inhale.

She can’t bear it.

He fucks her like he’s been waiting years for it, desperate and wanton; she leaves teeth marks in his shoulder to stop the words from leaving her mouth, but tears spring to her eyes when she mouths them, desperately, silently into the curve of muscles.

When she was 18, she had no idea what her next second would look like, let alone her life years in the future. And now that she is living in this future, she only wants the next second to stretch on forever.

She clings to him, fingers clenched and unwilling to let go; finally, the dull ache in her chest recede and her mind quiets.

~~~~~

They don’t spend the entire week in bed.

“You sure about this?” He asks, eyebrows raised, smirk fully planted across his lips, but he’s relaxed in the passenger seat, and the confident angle of his limbs puts her at ease. He trusts her.

“I’m sure.”

She would have stayed in bed with him all week; hell, in her weakest moments, she never wants to leave, and the thought is far less terrifying than it should be. But Colt insisted that she take him for a drive, so she’s clutching the steering wheel of a Santagata worth more than a year’s salary back East and he’s grinning at her, all teeth and bravado, and she is powerless to do anything but pop the clutch and slam the pedal. His joyful whoop makes laughter bubble from her lips.

When she parks the car and the bay doors close, she dives across the console, adrenaline coursing through her veins and his lips heated on hers. Her hands burrow inside his jacket, seeking the warmth of his skin, and the metal of her engagement ring collides heavy with the zipper.

She pauses, only for a second, before her hands continue and she rolls her hips and it doesn’t matter who she belongs to because she can only sob his name into the curve of his neck.

She doesn’t know what she feels (desire? shame? abject terror?) but one thing is certain.

She’s not fine.

~~~~~

She sneaks out one morning, when the sunlight is just peeking dull rays over the mountains and the tide laps slow and rhythmic against the sea walls, manor rising into the sky like a castle from a fairy tale.

Her heels echo as she walks on marble floors, and she ponders the difference between a castle and a cage. She talks about place settings (silverware glinting in the chandeliers like headlights in the night) and napkin colors (red like blood blooming on the shoulder of a blue suit) and her head spins with details and numbers.

She’s fine.

She slides her ring into her jacket pocket in the parking lot, metal cool to the touch, and slides into his bed before his eyes open. He’s still asleep, and she watches the rise and fall of his chest, rhythmic and slow, and the splay of his palm on her back is comforting, solid.

They eat at Kelso’s and she is transfixed by the curve of his smile as he takes her in; the yellow neon sign dims the counter and, even in a hazy tint, he is still the most attractive person she’s ever seen. Her heart patters in her chest, syncopated beat stuttering as she shoves a french fry in his mouth, and, for once, her heartbeat isn’t painful.

They race up the PCH, her hands clasped in leather and helmet resting against his back; they fly, the scenery racing past, faster and faster, and it’s unsettling when she blinks-when she closes her eyes, she sees one view and when she opens them, buildings disappear, flowing into pavement and fields and shopping malls surrounded by a sea of cars. They are speeding, flying over the pavement, and the world spins around her.

Blink and you’ll miss it.

She blinked, and eight years passed.

When she splashes into the ocean, hand tightly clasped by his, the water is warm but he’s warmer, pulling her close until she’s on fire, sun and heat flashing through her limbs, sea and sweat bringing salt to her tongue, and the world explodes into a blaze that rivals the midday sunshine overhead.

She’s not fine.

She’s amazing.

~~~~~

“Cheers!”

The champagne glasses clink and Ellie plasters on that smile. She hasn’t worn it in a week and it’s unsteady, awkward, her cheek trembling with the movement. The liquor is sweet when it hits her tongue, bubbles and cheer colliding with the acid on her tongue.

She’s getting married tomorrow. The thought is bitter as bile.

“How are you, really, El?”

“I’m...” She trails off, and Riya furrows a concerned brow. Behind her, Ellie can see her dad, beaming as he embraces her fiance, and Ingrid swirls around in a cocktail dress while Darius inhales fancy hor d’oeuvres and men in suits talk jovially and it’s like she’s in a different life. “I’m…”

She can’t finish the sentence.

Riya pulls her outside and holds her close as tears pour onto the silk of her dress.

“It’s gonna be fine,” Riya mutters into her hair and Ellie can only shake her head.

She doesn’t think it will be.

~~~~~

He’s under the bike when she strides through the bay door, steps purposeful, surging forward as if to hide her bloodshot eyes and trembling fingers. He stands, wiping motor oil onto his jeans, and his work boots are loud on the concrete; when he sees her face, he pauses, eyes cautious under the fluorescent lights.

They stare at each other for minutes that stretch like hours, and Ellie sighs before she speaks. “I’m supposed to be getting married today.” She glances down at her left hand; it’s naked, bare, princess diamond left on the nightstand of the hotel, glinting goodbye as she hung her head and slipped out the door.

“I know.” He crosses his arms and waits.

“But… this week… I just...” She took a deep breath. “It’s like you were doing everything in your power to make me stay.” His expression doesn’t change, eyes still guarded, but she knows. She knows him, and the lack of reaction speaks volumes. “Colt…”

“I wanted to make your decision fucking hard. I figured you were going back, but I wanted to make-“ His voice catches and she can’t pull her eyes from his. “I wanted to make it fucking hard to walk to down that aisle.”

Her shoulders drop; he had made it impossible. “Colt...”

“Did it work?”

Her eyes fly to him and she takes him in, really studies him, from the things that are the same (leather jacket, tilt of his smirk) to the things that are different (the scar bisecting his eyebrow, the inexplicable softness in his eyes). Things have changed for both of them in the years that slipped away, and she doesn’t want to miss another moment.

“Ellie, come back.” The tears start again but, instead of the despair when she fell apart in Riya’s arms, now her smile beams through her fingers. “Ellie, don’t marry him. You belong here. Just come back.”

Her hair flies behind her as she races forward, slower than a Santagata but just as fast as she needs to be, and the leather under her fingertips and stubble tracing her jaw is solid, firm, real.

She’s not fine.

She’s alive.

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es05l2k5sl · 4 years

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I'll never understand why WB had to redesign the Batcast for the new Bat adventures. Some characters took getting used to. But as for the villains, I'm roasting they asses cus they're ugly. Can't change my mind.

These Oswalds together look like 2 different people bruh. But we're here to talk about new Oswald. This Wimpy x Olive Oyl fusion snoody looking ass bitch. I'd like his outfit if it didn't have that lazy drawned bow tie looking like 2 triangles glued together & those fake ass MJ gloves. Also when tf did he have 10 fingers in dis universe? Also fuck that hair. Rocking a balding Mullet like ponytail before. Now it's just a boring cut down. Got dat snooty ass bitch look on face like his bird shit don't be stinking. I'll rock tf out u. Lookin like a whole ass Looney character or sum mf from the 30s.

Wot da fuck dey got Selena wearing here? Sis looking like a whole ass alien. Kid vs Kat looking ass bish. And her skin white af too? Did sis fall in some damn Joker acid too? Sis whole lower face is white as shit! Dat shit paler than crack. Like sis got the white slapped outta her and she just turned whiter. Das probably what happened. Her ass probably got on my mans Bruce last nerves one night and got da shit backslapped out her ass.

So my dude Matthew got turned a different color pal & got his neck privileges revoked? Lazy af but not the worst revamp.

You kno that meme: "upgrade, upgrade, FUCK GO BACK!"? Dis pre much sums up Jonathan here. My mans jus looks so dirty here. Looking straight outta da trash bin. Like literally dirty. Nasty ass teeth probably got dat hot ass breath blowing thru them bitches. Das a real fear toxin right there. Long ass black as shit dirty ass hair. Tryna copy off my girl from the ring w dat shit. Need to take dat dirty ass wig and mask and Amish hat tf off my dude. It is not rocking you. Dat whole worn out trashy ass outfit ain't working for you either hoe. You need to take yo ass a bath bitch cus your arms looking brown and ashy as a bitch. You can not even THINK about borrowing anything from me w yo dirty creepy stalker lookin ass. If you don't put down that damn stick like yo ass need help walking and shit I oughtta bitch ya ass with the shit fo going around dressed like dis. Take that damn rope off your neck bitch fo I do something Bruce won't do.

Bruh, you can not go up to my face and tell me these niggas are the same person in the same mofucking universe! Jervis What da fuck did they DO TO YOU MY N**GA?? N**ga looking like a damn leprechaun with special needs and shit. Rocking all dat dookie green swag but you got no swag anymore my dude. It's shit like you clothes and yo breath! Yo shits wasn't perfect and white before but them hoes looking hella worse now. What you get drinking all that damn tea my n**ga. Ol Tiny ass n**ga. Like wot. HOW?! HOW TF DID YO ASS SHRINK??? LIKE SOMEBODY TOSSED YOU ASS IN A LAUNDRY DRYER AND PROBABLY FORGOT TO TAKE YO STUPID ASS OUT. PROBABLY WHY YO HAIR WHITE AND SMALL AS SHIT YA UGLY ASS LUCKY CHARMS LOOKING ASS CRACK FEENY. If you don't hop yo ass back under a rainbow with dem skinny ass broken heel lookin ass tap dancing shoes.

Victor, bruh, they dem did yo ass so dirty in the new adventures. I ain't gonna lie that new suit kinda ok. But you looking like a whole skeleton and shit. Lookin like a young Palpatine & shit. Ol Frisky dingo looking ass! Need to put those goggles back on. The least yo (spoiler) 2003 Baxter Stockman ass can do now.

Yo ass probably looking mad as shit cus ya can't jack it no more n**ga. Dats all gon now. Long with yo unloyal ass wife. How tf she gon bounce on you after everything you did for her? After all the years and bull you had to put up with & she leave yo cold ass for another nibba? Fuck DCAU Nora. Just fuck her.

Scarface lookin like a damn Fanboy & Chum Chum character & his boy over here lookin like Chode. Next.

UUUUUUUUUUGGGHHHHHGG.

Just. UAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHH. Bruh I will never understand who tf thought this shit was a good idea?! Like who the fuck, was drawing dis nigga. Drew DIS Sus af shit. LOOKED at dis shit. And said to deyself: "Yeah dats da Riddler aight". HELL TO THE NAH DAT AIN'T NO DAMN DAS A (dick) FIDDLER! HE LOOKIN SUS AS FUCK NOW WITH THEM TIGHT AS GREEN SPANDEX AND THAT DARK AS HELL EYELINER. Looking like gay Christmas elf! Looking like a gay ass ballay dancer with them Spider Gwen ballerina shoes. You can't dance for shit nigga! Yo shit is SOOO DAMN TIGHT like I can get a good sight and shape picture of yo "Question mark" I'm telling y'all. sSSSUUUSSSSSSS. Looking like a bigasss lima bean. Skinny ass Jack skeleton moFucka. Like. They did my boy Eddy so freakin dirty with this. My mans had class, style, a nice look, HAIR. Now he. Whateverthelivingfuckdisbaldasspeterpanlookinmofuckasupposestobe. And i hate how that's how he did be lookin in almost every new Batverse when why tho? Nigg(m)a look stupid as hell. How tf he expect to be tooken seriously dressed and lookin like dis ? If I saw dis fucker in real life and he threatens me, imma laugh at his ass and beat him with his cane. Get ya Richard from Allen Gregory looking ass away from me. I can't!

Bruh it don't look that much but they did my mans Harvey dirty too. LOOK AT MY MANS FACE. good half i mean. Yall nigs kno. THESE MUHFUCKERS STRIPPED HIM OF HIS PRETTYNESS! Man. Dis version of Harvey was a pretty muhfucka. You can't deny dat shit

Even when he became Two-Face he still got dat 1 side of pretty. And that deep af panty soaking voice to go along w it. He dat half and half package.

Now HE LOOK LIKE DIS

WHOEVER TF DID DIS NEED DEY ASS WHOOPED! SQUARE TF UP NOW. NIGGA LOOKS LIKE EYEBROWLESS VERSION OF DOC FROM SECRET SATURDAYS. FAT ASS BLOCK NOSE MUH FUCKA. His eye looks like traingle with a Nike logo on top of it. Lookin like a poorly drawn Dwayne The Rock Johnson. And ya other half ain't lookin that good either. Dat 1 eyebrow putting Helga Pataki to shame! I mean the shit didn't look good before but it was somewhat tamed, now the shit looking like full grownass caterpillar. And that lip black as hell. Kno that side dirty as fuuhck!

I don't even know what tf I'm sposed to say about DIS except (kinky..)

Angelica pickles looking ass. Bigass blonde captain coconut looking ass hairstyle. Looking like a blonde creepy ass Wednesday Adams. Dem black as fuck Kim possible lips. She actually looking like a family guy character with that bigass head and small body. I SWEAR she ded looking like one of Stewie's ex's right now my dude! Got tiny ass flat ass guitar chip shoes. Looks like sis wearing fucking Zippers as shoes. Sis got that "i got something planned fo yo ass" smile. Sis look like she plotting something or did some evil shit already.

. . .

Bros I'm sorry but I'm just as confused as you like. I can't find a single thing different about Harley. Like literally nothing. Her makeup at night be looking blue sometimes, looking like a fakeass Livewire, but nah. They didn't even touch homegirl. Why tf is Harley the only character that stayed the same?????! Niggas was playing favorites. They had plans for that ass since day one. They was probs like: "Aye y'all. DO NOT TOUCH HARLEY. SHE STAYS THE SAME!" "why?" "JUST LISTEN TO ME BITCH!" "Wha bout her mans?" "Oh hell yeah fuck his shit up!" ...sigh.. Yep. It's that time...

UaaaaaaAAAAAAAHHH what else is dere to be said about dis ugly ass nigga? Dis nigga look like Yakko Warner & Freakazoid's love child! Dis nigga look like a random Tiny toons or Animaniac character! With that dookie green shirt and flower. You and Riddler's gay ass both matching them Dexter's laboratory Gloves. Why tf yo eyes eyes black as fuck tho?! How tf does one do that to theyself?! Yo ass probably snorted some shit and ya shits expanded and that's prolly yo pupils with ya cracked out ass. Nigga don't even look like a clown no more. Hell Jared Leto Joker atleast had the lipstick down. Dis nigga got dem ashy ass lips hanging out. Nigga think he owning too. Nigga you don't own shit! Broke as hell now. And yo design broke too. Joker? Man more like Broker. Got dat fairly odd parents hair. Got that Cosmo and Wanda in one. Like bitch if you don't. Just like Riddler i can not take yo animaniac looking ass serious. You do not scare me bitch! Bye!

Now see dis? DIS is Aight! A lot more fitting and & faithful to the character. No over the fucking top redesign, you can actually tell it's the same damn character as before, a little bit of swag for personality

So that's the tea. Ivy & Croc are the only good rogue redesigns in the whole series, evBody else ugly as shit.

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ladyxxdaydream · 3 years

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a year-in-review meme - for writers!

I thought up this writing meme for fic writers who might have been staring at the artists having their lovely and well-deserved collages of their work through the year - and wanted to join in the fun! also this works as a great reminder for those of you (and me) who’ve been thinking that they haven’t been writing as much as they want to, and allows you to go back to enjoy your old fic ;D

Rules: pick your favourite sentence from a work you posted / wrote during a month of 2020! if you didn’t write anything in any particular month, don’t worry! tell us what you were doing or use it as free space for runner-up sentences. after that, tag 8 people or more to do the meme!

That being said, here’s mine:

Tagged by: @rikacain !!

I’m tagging -- @flailinginlove @aviss @kiitsvne @stupidbadgers and @tea-blitz who doesn’t use tumblr anymore but WHATEVER. and anyone else who wants to do it! <3

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JAN: (from Heavy Weight)

“Iruka felt Kakashi’s eye on him. Most people feared the Sharingan, and for good reason, but Iruka feared his real eye, his own eye. It had a way of seeing straight past Iruka’s defenses, no dōjutsu required, and deep into his soul.“

FEB: (from Old Pine)

“Do you want children?” Iruka asked, feeling like the timing was right.

Kakashi was quiet for a few moments. Iruka had learned to read Kakashi’s silences for what they were. It wasn’t hesitation like he had initially thought. Kakashi simply liked to think things through before answering immediately. Iruka liked that about him.

“I think we have four already,” Kakashi said, eyeing Sasuke, Naruto, Ino, and Sakura through the glass door.

Iruka laughed, but refrained from clarifying. He knew Kakashi understood what he meant and would answer him shortly. Iruka had also learned that Kakashi had a tendency to be indirect, before he got around to what he actually wanted to say.

MARCH: (from Mouthful)

“So, Kakashi.” Iruka said, unable to stand still any longer. “We both like what we see. Now what?”

He wasn’t usually this forward, but he was feeling it tonight. All of this playful banter was riling him up—it was his favorite way to flirt.

“I like a man whose direct,” Kakashi said, shifting his stance to lean an elbow on the table. “But hmm,” he hummed. “I don’t know.”

He gave Iruka a seemingly bored look, as if the obvious invitation to leave together was lost on him.

“Well, I like a man whose decisive, so I guess that rules you out.”

Kakashi let out a hard, surprised laugh. He downed the rest of his beer, and took Iruka by the hand, pulling him out of the bar without a word.

APRIL: (from A New Chapter)

“I don’t know how to put this,” Sakumo started, “but… what the hell is that?”

Kakashi looked at where his Father was pointing.

“Uh… a diaper…?” Kakashi guessed, not sure where this was going. They had about a million others, in every color and pattern you could imagine, folded and stacked in the closet. Iruka wanted to go the re-usable route, and several of his students mother’s were eager to gift them. Kakashi had been less than thrilled by the extra laundry.

“Yes. It’s a diaper, Kakashi. Very good. Tell me, did you have both eyes closed when you put it on?”

MAY: (From Cake Substitution No Jutsu)

“What’s this?” Iruka asked as Kakashi entered the kitchen, a fully dressed Tomo whizzing past them both.

“Ah, it’s a backpack,” Kakashi said, crossing over to Iruka excitedly. “I saw it on display in a shop window while doing Gai’s scavenger hunt. Its arms and legs are the straps, so when you wear it, it looks like it’s riding on your back.”

Iruka smiled, turning it around in his hands, noticing the zipper and a few pockets.

“That’s actually pretty ador—”

Iruka stopped speaking. The tail was tightly curled up inside plastic casing still.

“Kakashi,” Iruka said, feeling his eyebrow twitch. “Is this… is this a leash?”

“No. It’s a Puppy Pal… with an exceptionally long tail.”

“It’s a leash,” Iruka deadpanned. “A leash for a child.”

“You put Tomo inside a barrier the other day as a playpen,” Kakashi said, a matter of factly. “Why can’t I have some help controlling her?”

“That’s… that’s different!” Iruka exclaimed, feeling his cheeks heat in contradiction. “Would you like it if I put you on a leash, Kakashi?”

Iruka regretted it the second it came out of his mouth. He could practically see the wolfish grin forming beneath Kakashi’s mask.

JUNE: (from Use Your Imagination)

They laid in silence for a while, listening to the sounds of the night through the cracked window—distant cars on the street, a lone dog barking, upbeat music wafting from a floor below them.

Kakashi never wished for time to stop. In fact, he tried to keep himself as busy as possible—he chose a career that ate up most of his life for a reason. But right now? He wished time didn’t exist, hyperaware of how quickly it would pass before Iruka was back on a plane tomorrow.

He traced circles into Iruka’s lower back, watching as the brown skin pressed against his broke out in a wave of goosebumps. Iruka shivered, and then shifted, and Kakashi wondered if he was falling asleep.

He selfishly continued his adorations, wanting to keep Iruka in this realm with him for a little while longer. He expanded his rake, sliding his fingers up Iruka’s spine, skirting around his scar, and back down again.

Kakashi wasn’t one to believe in divine intervention, or soulmates. He’d acted in enough corny films to almost make him hate the notion entirely. But the fact that a man as perfect as Iruka had come into his life so serendipitously—and just as scarred as he was—was something he couldn’t overlook.

It made Kakashi’s heart ache with want, before that ache traveled down, and curled into his gut.

JULY: (from Love Me As You Are)

“And then you demeaned their lives by calling them your soldiers—”

“—is that not what they are?!” Kakashi cut across him, getting upset. “You’re as much a part of this system as I am, sensei! We both know the truth of it, whether we like it or not. I just called it by it’s name.”

“But they’re people too, Kakashi! Kids. They’re so much more than soldiers…”

“That’s not how I was treated,” Kakashi said before he could catch himself.

Iruka’s mouth fell open with a punched sound.

“Kakashi…”

His tone was soft and free of the anger it held a moment ago.

“Forget I said that,” Kakashi said, turning away, his cheeks heating up—the last thing he wanted was Iruka’s pity. “It doesn’t matter.”

“No,” Iruka said, shaking his head as he took a step towards him. “I’m not going to forget you said that. It does matter because you matter. You deserved to have somebody stand up for you too, Kakashi. I’m so sorry Konoha failed you.”

Kakashi’s eyes burned with tears—he bit his tongue, refusing to let them fall. Those words pierced him straight through the heart. It was everything he never knew he needed to hear.

AUG:

um I didn’t write anything this month because my wife and I separated annnd my whole life was uprooted as I moved to a different country ksjdhgkdsj

SEPT: (from I’ll Fall, If You Do)

Their relationship was going really well. There were days where Kakashi still turned him away, usually corresponding with the mornings he had therapy. It was frustrating, because Iruka just wanted to be there for him, for Kakashi to open up to him completely, but he didn’t push. He knew that would only make it worse. They didn’t fight anymore, but Iruka regularly had to correct the language Kakashi used towards himself, and sometimes it was irritating for the both of them.

But mostly… it was amazing. Their chemistry was incredible. Electric. And not just in the bedroom—they were never far from each other, drawn in like magnets, grounded by a simple touch or brush of hands. Kakashi hadn’t even left the room twenty minutes ago, and already Iruka felt the pull.

He jumped up from his seat and went to go find him.

OCT: (From Language Gap)

Iruka glanced out the bus window, his body instinctively knowing where they were about to pass. The building was still empty twenty years later, the brick still scorched, and Iruka’s nightmares were still plagued by the fire despite not being there when it broke out. He’d been sent on a delivery on foot — one steaming container of karē udon — two blocks away. He delivered to the same old lady everyday, and she always kept him longer than necessary, pressing sweets into his palm. When he had come back, the noodle shop was aflame. In his shocked state, he distantly heard something about a grease fire, before he was whisked away by the hand by his childhood friend Asuma, living with him and his father from that day on.

Iruka sighed and stood up, making his way towards the door since his stop was next. He really wished the city would do something about the building. Every time he saw it, it made him feel oddly exposed and vulnerable, like his past was staring straight at him.

He shook his head a little and stepped off the bus.

NOV: (From Brand New Sound)

Kakashi watched in stunned silence for a moment, trying to get his heartbeat under control as color effortlessly flowed from the artist’s hand onto the brick. Whoever this was, they had sort of become one of Kakashi’s heroes. People always said meeting your heroes was never a good idea—bound to be disappointing—because it brought them down to a human level.

But that was precisely what attracted Kakashi to this artist in the first place—the sheer, raw, humanness. The way they tackled hard emotions and vulnerability, baring everything through their work for others to see. It was honest and transformative, and Kakashi spent more nights than he could ever count wandering the streets when he couldn’t sleep, hoping to catch a mural he’d never seen before it was painted over. Sometimes he did, and sometimes he’d sit in front of ones he already knew and found new meaning in them.

DEC: (from Perks of Promotion)

“But why now?” Iruka insisted. “Why ask me out now? Right after I’ve made tokubetsu jounin? When we’ve known each other for years?”

Oh.

Kakashi paused, the realization dawning on him. He didn’t blame Iruka for being suspicious of his intentions; he’d heard the way people said ‘the chuunin sensei’ or ‘the chuunin desk worker’ like it was some kind of insult. It always pissed him off.

Kakashi stared at his feet for a moment before lifting his head again, leveling Iruka with a serious stare. “Because I didn't think I’d live past 21. Because it took me an obscenely long time to become a barely functioning adult. Because I never had the guts before… I-I still don’t, not really, if you can’t tell by how much I’m fumbling around here,” he said with a nervous laugh.

#kakairu #my fic #hatake kakashi/umino iruka #this is VERY long #i dont expect ppl to read it lmao #but it was really fun #*sweats* yeah i picked one sentence.....#also WOW #i published something every month (sometimes twice!!)#except for august #which is... understandable #this was a really cool idea #thanks for tagging me rika :D #writer meme

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Various WWF Wrestlers x Fem Reader- “In Da Club”

When pro wrestlers are driving out on the road, they don't just stop by fast food restaurants or to go to the bathroom.

Sometimes, they even stop by strip clubs, but of course they would!

In 1996, a bus filled with most of the WWF roster stopped by a strip club just for some free time, but you had no idea that the WWF roster was sitting by the tables and runway, throwing some of their hard earned money at you.

You were working as a stripper, and you both hated and loved your job.

While you do enjoy wearing the slutty outfits and stripping to various songs you've chose, what you hate about being a stripper is having these middle aged, bloated, ugly men gawk and stare at you, sometimes even touch you or try to touch you. Yuck!

However, this night was a special night.

When the red velvet curtains raised up, Debbie Gibson's "Losin' Myself" began to play.

For those who don't know who Debbie Gibson is, she was a teenage bubblegum pop singer during the late 1980's who wrote and produced her own songs all by herself, unlike other teen idols.

However, when the 80's ended, so did her career, and when she grew up, like most other wholesome teen idols, she shed her wholesome good girl image and tried to prove to the world she was all grown up by playing, what else? A stripper in a music video.

However, no one cared by then.

And tonight, you picked that Debbie Gibson song where she plays a stripper in the aforementioned music video.

When the curtains rose up, the stage revealed you dressed in a short, sexy, pleather white nurse costume; a typical but classic Halloween and stripper outfit.

As you walked down the runway in that sexy nurse outfit, the WWF roster watching you as well as some average Joe's really enjoyed what they saw, shouting out "wooooooooo!!!" and "yyyyyyeaaaaaaaaaaahh!!" and pumping their fists in the air, some of them letting out those cheesy "wolf whistles" as they call them.

They were cheering so loud, you could barely hear your music you were going to strip to.

When you strolled down the runway, as you looked at the men sitting next to the runway and got closer to the end of the catwalk, you looked at the crowd of men, and deep down inside, you were shocked over how many hot men were in the audience.

Most of the men who visit these strip clubs are nothing to write home about, but these men, though...

And some of those hot, sexy men in the audience are some of the WWF roster.

You sauntered down that catwalk to the song, trying to look sexy, the zipper of your dress in between the pads of your index finger and thumb, hinting you're going to zip your dress off.

Seeing all of these sexy WWF men in the audience gave you an idea, an idea that won't make you take a few spins around the stripper pole.

Some of those men were even holding up money in your hands for you to grab it, where you snatched it from their hands and slid it in your garter belt wrapped around one of your thighs.

You hope that money doesn't fall out.

One of the men that caught your eye was sitting in the front row close to the catwalk, and that man was the sex symbol of the WWF: Shawn Michaels.

Shawn's looks improved a bit in 1996 when he got rid of that tacky, outdated redneck mullet, and while Shawn didn't look as hot as he did the year afterwards, this year is when he's really starting to look sexy.

He had a faint little smile on his face, enjoying the view of you.

He'll really enjoy what's coming next.

He was absolutely gorgeous, and you wanted to start what you've planned on doing to someone hot.

Instead of wrapping your fingers around the stripper pole and swinging around, you walked down the little stairs next to the catwalk, which surprised many of the men, their eyes bugging out and looking at each other.

You slowly strutted up to Shawn, he getting more and more excited as he walked up to you.

As Debbie started singing, you were lipsynching to her voice.

Shawn could see you were lipsynching to the song, so could other men sitting next to him.

Some of these men were wondering "who sings this song?" and even some stupid men thought "is she singing that song?", the "she" being you.

These men were jealous of Shawn, some of the male WWF roster was cracking up, having ear-to-ear smiles on their faces and swatting each other on the shoulders, knowing what Shawn's gonna get.

When you were standing right in front of Shawn, close enough to him, your hands were sitting on tops of the chair Shawn was sitting on, you slowly swayed your hips and ass back and forth to the song, your ass slightly protruding through your tight white dress.

Some men were turning their heads and looking at your ass.

Shawn could see your ass swaying from behind you, his cock growing harder and harder from blood rushing into his shaft.

You sank the lower part of your body (i.e. your legs and pelvic region) onto Shawn's lap, straddling his lap.

You could feel his erection poking and protruding through his jeans.

You slowly began to roll your ass and crotch over his genitals, grinding your crotch forward on his lap.

While you grinded your lap on his lap, your fingers were still resting on the zipper of your dress, where you proceeded to slide that zipper down your body, your flesh being more exposed as that zipper ran down your torso.

Some of the men surrounding Shawn could see you slide your zipper down your body, which got a huge "pop" from these men, roaring out "yyyyyyyyeaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!" and making a few eye roll worthy "wolf whistles" at you.

Underneath that white pleather nurse outfit you were wearing was a red bra and panties, and when the zipper was below your tits, you thrust your chest out, your red bra showing off in front of Shawn's eyes.

Shawn's eyes stared at your cleavage, he could nearly salivate.

Of course, the men surrounding Shawn also loved seeing you shove your tits out, even though they were covered.

As you slid the zipper down your body, Shawn slid one of his hands into one of the pockets of his jeans and pulled out his wallet, a brown leather one, opening it and pulling out a $50 bill, shutting the wallet after he pulled the money out and slid his wallet back in his pocket.

He slid that dollar bill into your red garter belt wrapped around your thigh, looking down at your thigh so he's sure he inserted it through that red elastic garter belt.

With your hands grabbing onto the sides of your dress, you shed your dress off of your shoulders and arms, now sitting on Shawn's lap in red lingerie, a garter belt and nurse's hat.

Again, this got a huge pop from the audience, roaring out "yyyyyyyyyeaaaaaaaaaahhh!" and pumping their fists in the air.

You then rotated you body on Shawn's lap, this time your back was pressing on his chest and torso.

You started to roll your ass back on Shawn's crotch, rolling your ass over his erection.

Sometimes you even slowly swayed your hips back and forth on his genitals.

While you slowly swayed your hips, your body writhed and slithered down to the ground, letting your body sink down his torso, brush down his chest and body, all while swaying your hips.

Seeing you lipsynch to the song and point your index finger at him while Debbie crooned was like you were singing for him.

Once you were crouching down on the ground, you sexily sprung back up from the floor by rolling your hips as you elevated yourself up.

Once you were standing straight up, you walked away from Shawn and sauntered to the next man who used to be tag team partner's with Shawn just a few years ago: Marty Jannetty.

Marty is a ladies man and he was so excited he was next.

When you strolled behind Marty's back, your hand was behind his left shoulder, brushing across the back of his shoulders while you looked at him.

His head was turned and his beautiful blue eyes were looking at you, he having that adorable smile on his face thanks to you.

You stopped walking when you were standing next to his right shoulder, where you carefully lifted one of your legs up and propped it on his right shoulder, your calf and foot draping down and across the right side of his chest.

This took Marty in by surprise, he was not expecting this, neither were the other men.

One of your hands slid down the left side of Marty's chest, he wished he was shirtless so he could feel tingles while you touched him.

Though, he is feeling tingles ifyknowwhatimean.

You then carefully slid your calf and foot up the right side of his chest and across his right shoulder, until your foot was right back on the ground.

You then walked in front of him, where Marty was eying you up and down.

You then sat on his lap, straddling his lap and proceeded to roll your hips and pelvis forward on his crotch.

You could feel his erection protruding through his jeans while you lapdanced him.

As you rolled and grinded your hips on his crotch, you moved your hands to your bra straps, where your fingers wrapped around your bra straps.

You carefully slid one bra strap down your shoulder, which got another big "pop" from the horny men watching this, of course they had to roar out "yyyyyyyyyeaaaaaaaahhh!!" and make some silly wolf whistles at you.

Marty's eyes were staring at you slide your bra straps off, his eyes growing wild.

He's so tempted to touch you and your chest, but nah, he can't. Club's rules.

When one bra strap was slid down to your shoulder, you then wrapped your fingers around your other bra strap, sliding it down beneath and below your shoulder.

Like with Shawn previously, you were lipsynching to Debbie's voice, looking at Marty while you slid your bra straps off.

Marty already had his wallet out even before you walked up to him and even put his wallet back into his pocket before you walked up to him, but he held a dollar bill in his hand for you.

As you rolled and grinded your ass on his crotch, Marty slid that dollar bill he was holding not in between your garter belt, but in between one of the straps of your red thong snug around your hips.

You moved your hands behind your back, where the back of your bra was, where you tried to unhook your bra.

Some men could see you trying to take your bra off, they were willing to offer you some help, but they can't touch you.

Your hands eventually unclasped the back of your bra, the hooks no longer clinging onto the "eyes" of the bra (that's what they're called!), your breasts could breathe a sigh of relief when your chest didn't feel so tightened.

When your bra was hooked off, you slid your bra off of your arms, showing Marty your tits.

The men in the stripclub could see your tits, which got another huge roar of them shouting "yyyyyyeaaaaaaaaahhh!!!" and a corny wolf whistle at you.

Marty's eyes looked at your tits, which were probably so sore from wearing that bra.

He'd love to caress and fondle them and relieve their pain, but sorry, he can't touch.

You took your bra off in front of his face so he could see your breasts.

You then twirled a bit around until your torso was touching his chest, where you proceeded to roll your ass up his crotch.

You could still feel his erection while you lapdanced him.

And yep, your body slithered down to the ground while your body was touching his, your hips swaying slowly back and forth.

Marty was looking down at you while you slid yourself down him.

When you were crouching down on the ground, you sprung quickly up and walked to the next man.

The next man is Marty's current tagteam partner, Leif Cassidy.

No, it isn't 70's teen heartthrob David Cassidy, Shaun Cassidy, or Leif Garrett, but Leif Cassidy's gimmick is a schmuck completely stuck in the 1970's despite it being 1996.

Leif didn't have that awful facial hair he'd later have months after this, and here's a fun fact: the wrestler who played Leif Cassidy would a few years later become Al Snow, yes, THAT Al Snow who carried a female mannequin head that became a huge fan favorite.

Even though his hair is pretty terrible, so was his gimmick in 1996 (though his Attitude era gimmick is debatable), Leif has a very cute smile, you noticed that adorable smile.

And he flashed his cheesy but cute smile while you walked up to him.

He looks like a teenager almost with his youthful, nonthreatening looks, despite the fact he was in his 30's.

When you walked behind him, his head was turned and looking at you, enjoying what he was seeing as you walked behind and around him.

You were looking at him while you walked behind and around him, and you stopped walking around him when you stood in front of him.

Your hands were resting on top of the chair he was sitting on, and you proceeded to roll and gyrate your hips and pelvis down as your ass was sinking down to his lap, rolling your hips and ass down to his lap before you even touched it.

Leif was looking at your hips and pelvis swivel down to his lap, he loving this.

Marty and Shawn didn't get anything like this.

And like Marty, Leif pulled his wallet out before you walked up to him, only to put it back in his pocket, yet keep a dollar bill in his hand for you.

When you sat on his lap, you continued to roll your hips and ass on his lap, though this time, you rolled and grinded your hips forward.

You could feel his erection poking through his jeans while you lap danced him.

Leif, on the other hand, slid the dollar bill he was holding in between the elastic garter belt wrapped around your thigh, joining some other money.

And of course, you lipsynched to Debbie's voice while you grinded your hips on his lap.

You turned your body around and rolled your ass back and up Leif's crotch, feeling his erection through his jeans.

You sank down to the floor, still gyrating your hips and ass.

He might've had a shirt on, but he loved the feel of this, looking at you with his adorable smile on his face.

You then got back up from the floor and walked to the next man: Bob Holly.

During the 1990's, Bob Holly played Sparky Plugg or Spark E. Plugg, a wrestler whose gimmick was a racecar gimmick.

During the late 90's/early 2000's Attitude era, he cut his hair and bleached it blond and called himself "Crash Holly" now.

Bob is sort of hot.

He might not be Paul Bearer levels of ugly, but he isn't quite Shawn Michaels levels of hot either.

Bob has one hell of an overbite though and buck teeth, and you noticed it when you sat on his lap.

You sauntered up to Bob, your hand dragging across and behind his shoulders while you walked behind him.

When you sat on him, you lapdanced him like how you lapdanced the previous 3 wrestlers, though, you also did something different while lapdancing him.

You laid a bit horizontally on his lap, showing off your legs that he as well as other men were getting a good view of.

Bob pulled his wallet out of his jeans, opened it up and pulled a dollar bill out, only to shut his wallet and stuff it back into one of the pockets of his jeans.

He slid that dollar bill down the elastic of your thong, on one of the straps down your thong.

When you were finished lapdancing him, you strutted up to the following men, in this order:

Bret Hart, Davey Boy Smith, Brian Pillman, Scott Taylor, Bart Gunn, Billy Gunn and Hunter Hearst Helmsley.

You lapdanced them like you lapdanced the previous men, rolling your hips forward when you were in front of them and rolling your ass back when your back was in front of their torso, sinking yourself down to the floor while you slithered and writhed.

Bret might be a babyface in the WWF who is a positive role model, but he can't resist a good lapdance either.

He seemed to be enjoying the lapdance you gave him, though at the same time he looked like he didn't want to be there, he's that wholesome.

Davey has such a wide, broad chest, perfect for you to not just caress your hands on, but to slide your back down.

Before you could lapdance Brian, you were behind his back, where you slid both of your hands down his torso, only to slide them back up his torso.

Too bad he's wearing a shirt, you'd love to slide your hands down his body so he can feel your touch on his skin, which you're sure would send endorphins through his body.

When you walked by Stone Cold Steve Austin, you wanted to pause behind him and rub his bald head with something like a silky long glove a la Jessica Rabbit in "Who Framed Roger Rabbit", but nope.

You saved the best one for last: Hunter Hearst Helmsley, who had his hair down and not tied back in a ponytail.

You wanted to run your fingers through his long golden locks and kiss and suck on his big, broad nose, as well as bury your face in his big, wide neck and kiss it everywhere, but you couldn't because those are the rules of your job.

Hunter was sitting next to Shawn since they’re close friends, but you wanted to save Hunter for last since he’s one of the hottest ones.

You wanted to run your fingers through some of these men's hair in general, but couldn't because of the goddamn rules.

When the drums in the middle of the song started kicking in, you wanted to roll on the catwalk and flip your hair, but you couldn't, why?

You were busy giving lapdances to all of these men.

Thank God you chose this Debbie Gibson song, because this song is long enough for you to give lapdances to various men all throughout the song before it ends.

Of course, these men you lapdanced paid you, even men you didn't give lapdances to gave you money.

'Tis a shame Jeff Hardy could only be in the WWF once in 1996, he was hot and should've been in on the fun.

It's also a shame Rob Van Dam is over in ECW, because he's absolutely gorgeous, though maybe ECW and maybe even WCW could stop by this strip club one day.

Speaking of WCW, pro wrestling would make a comeback in popularity thanks to Hulk Hogan turning heel and forming the NWO, however, this was in the WWF's rival company, WCW.

WCW would kick the WWF's asses in the ratings, which would lead to the WWF trying to do something to trump WCW's ratings, that something was the creation of the WWF's Attitude era.

That Attitude era was a big step from what the WWF was usually doing, as well as becoming even more popular than it was in the 80's.

Of course, you watched the Attitude era just to see what all the fuss was about, and you had lapdanced these various men in the WWF you were watching.

You ended up becoming a wrestling ringrat in the WWF, WCW and ECW just so you could fuck and have sex with any male pro wrestler you thought was sexy.

You regret you weren't a ringrat from 1996-1997, because so many wrestlers in the WWF, WCW and even ECW were hot and sexy.

And Stone Cold Steve Austin's character wasn't just a redneck, he was also an everyman who hated and was fed up with his boss.

You loved Stone Cold's everyman gimmick and could relate to it so much, no wonder he was as popular as he was!

#shawn michaels #bret hart #hunter hearst helmsley #marty jannetty #leif cassidy #bob holly #sparky plugg #spark e. plugg #brian pillman #davey boy smith #scott taylor #bart gunn #billy gunn #1996 #90s #wwf #fanfiction

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lorei-writes · 4 years

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Had it happened in the future

Part 3 - Noisy

Masamune x MC (Mizusaki Mai) Modern AU Word count: 1563 Featuring: Mitsuhide, Ieyasu, Nobunaga, Hideyoshi

I had fantastic time writing this. It’s a bit funny, a bit heartwarming. @missjudge-me , I think you’ll like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, as Ikemen Sengoku is the property of Cybrid. Anything included in the story is not canon.

Shogetsu wag his tail with clear displeasure, as Mai lifted him out of just another box. The cardboard oasis was not his to be had, yet once again. „ Once we're done moving, you can sleep in them all you want, okay?”, she tried to sooth the animal, only to be ignored. She smiled, refocusing on her task.

Over a year and a half had passed since they started dating. Despite Masamune's initial enthusiasm after paying off his debt, not that much had changed for them – he still couldn't take more than a day off per week and with Mai's designs gaining more recognition, she soon found her hands full with commissions. Before the couple realised, they shared evenings and nights at one of their places, returning home being lined with too much of a reluctance for either of them to do it. As such, the decision to move in together came rather naturally and so, the packing began. „ How many pans do you possibly need?”, Mai questioned while sitting on a floor, drained out of the last drops of energy. „ Ask me that again when I whip you up a dinner,” Masamune answered and opened a cupboard. „ Have you seen Shogetsu? I'm starting to think we might have taped him shut in a box by accident.” „ He's not in the bathroom?” „ Nope. I've already checked the shower,” he sighed, mentally preparing himself for a cat search.

Something rattled under the sink. To his owner's disbelief, Shogetsu sat there amidst the paper towel shreds, his head deep into the packet of his favourite treats. Masamune pulled the pet out of the cabinet and lifted him up. Shogetsu licked his whiskers with fierce passion, as if to say he didn't regret a single thing in his life. However, upon realising his treat supply was cut off, any traces of the contentment vanished. „ Lad, Ieyasu will kill me if you get any fatter. You are not growing anymore, you can't eat like a little kitten!” Masamune stated, shifting to hold Shogetsu like a baby. „What, you're grumpy now?” Mai's giggle answered him. „ Okay, let's wrap this up before he learns how to open cans,” she claimed, rising to her feet.

***

A couple of weeks have passed since they moved into their new apartment. Masamune trailed kisses down Mai's neck, his hands moving towards the zipper on the back of her dress. Encouraged by the way she gasped, he slowly pulled it down, sliding the piece of clothing off of her shoulders slowly. As the fabric hit the ground, he gave her a gentle push, urging her to fall into the bed. Taking advantage of their parting, he swiftly discarded of his shirt, just to return to Mai. They met in a kiss, his hand travelling down the curve of her hips, when... “ VERONICA! I will avenge you!” a voice from the other side of the wall broke into their apartment. Msamune moved back, glaring at the spot he presumed their neighbour would sit at. Mai hid her head under the pillow. “ I'm going to go insane!” she groaned loudly, annoyance replacing all arousal she had felt just seconds ago. “ It's fucking midnight!” “ And it's the same damn episode all over again. You sure I can't scare the guy shitless?” “ No,” she answered, sitting up abruptly. She held the pillow in fron of her. “ There must be some civilised way. Plus, he comes and goes, right? How much worse can it be?” As if to give her an example, the heroine of the show yelled, waking up Shogetsu and sending him to hide under the dresser. “ We've already tried civilised ways, kitten. It didn't work.” “ But we can't get evicted,” she sighed, her body tensing up. Masamune draped blanket over her shoulders and hugged her from behind. “ I promise we won't,” he assured her, placing a gentle kiss on her nape. “ Just let me handle it.” Mai nodded, relaxing into his embrace. “ Maybe we should sleep on the couch today? I don't think the earplugs can do anything with that much noise,” she suggested, looking up at him.

The next couple of days were rather hectic, as Mai noted. Her lover constantly checked his phone and texted, sometimes smiling widely towards the screen. She caught glimpses of him calling somebody, yet the overheard parts of the conversation didn't make much sense to her. However, constant stream of words, some recognisable and some turned into incohesive mumbling, tired her out enough to forget about it all. Had it not been for the meals prepared by her beloved, she thought she might have succumbed to her darkest urges and had barged into their neighbour's flat by herself.

She turned the key in the lock, readying herself for another round of terrible drama hearings. To her surprise, four additional pairs of shoes stood in the corridor. Familiar voices came from the living room, where four men were hunched over the table. Ieyasu sat on the couch, patting Shogetsu. Hideyoshi, Nobunaga and Mitsuhide wore suits, causing Mai's eyes to widen in surprise. She glanced at the thing they were discussing, her confusion growing upon seeing tens of pages littered with scribbles. “ Guys? What exactly are you doing?” she questioned. “ We're preparing for a play, little mouse.” “ A play?” “ Exactly, though I suppose you won't be able to see it.” Mai turned towards Masamune. “ I asked soon-to-be-lawyer and world's fiercest quarreller to help us out.” Nobunaga narrowed his eyes, just to regain his confident aura in a matter of seconds. “ Remember, one-eye, we have a deal.” Hideyoshi raised his brows, his imagination conjuring images of illegal sweets trade. “ Just remember to brush your teeth,” he sighed. 'You addict', he added in mind.

A nod from Nobunaga was all they needed to depart, leaving Masamune, Ieyasu and Mai behind. “ Wait, you really did send Nobunaga after the guy. How.” “ Dragon's beard candy. A couple of batches. I've already blocked Hideyoshi's number for all the scolding I'll get,” he answered, sitting down. “Okay, what about Mitsuhide and Hideyoshi then?” “ Mitsu wanted to hear the 'Veronica!' with his own ears and decided to get involved. Hideyoshi went as a mum.” Mai nodded, focusing on Ieyasu. “ I'm here for your cat. You don't have one eye, not half the brain, Shogetsu will get ill if he lives in constant stress.”

An hour passed and the three of them found themselves with one ear pressed against the front door (although it took Ieyasu a couple of minutes and rude comments about how childish the couple was, to finally warm up to the idea). A clack of shoes on the floor. A doorbell and a crack of the opening door. Their neighbour stepped out of his apartment. “ Yes? How can I help you?”, he inquired, his voiced lined with uncertainty. Judging by sound alone, he appeared to be in his mid-thirties. “ We are the representatives of the local community. There have been complaints regarding noises coming from this apartment and as such, we came to investigate them. Our clients hope the situation can be resolved peacefully.” The man didn't answer verbally. The last thing the waiting trio heard was the sound of the shutting entryway. They rushed to the bedroom, just to be disappointed. Apparently, the walls were thick enough not to let any tone of appropriate volume slip to another flat. “Shit, I can't hear anything,” Mai said, giving up. A tinge of disappointment painted over her face, yet soon got overpowered by sheer curiosity.

Awaiting for their friends return, they moved to the living room. Not an hour had passed, when a bell rang. Masamune sprang up to answer it. “ Yes? How can I help?”, he asked, Mitsuhide and his neighbour standing in front of him. “ Sir, can I ask you to grant us a brief access to the room that shares the wall with this man's apartment? We're trying to verify a complaint about noise,” the white-haired man stated, not a hint of amusement appearing on his face. “ Sure.” Masamune showed them the way to the bedroom. Once they stepped in it, Mitsuhide took out his phone and called Nobunaga. “ Please, play the sample material,” he asked politely. “ VERONICA! I will avenge you!” roared through the walls. It repeated three times, with each the neighbour becoming redder and redder on his face. “ I presume the evidence is sufficient,” Mitsuhide stated, his eyes cold. He looked straight at the man and added: “I suppose dear Veronica's death haunted not only the series viewers, but the residents of this property as well. Who knows what activities could have those sad tidings disturbed.” “ I... Understand” were the only words that came out of the man's mouth before he left. Masamune could hardly keep his composure and as soon as the door closed, he doubled over in laughter.

A couple of weeks had passed, not a single trace of Veronica's tragic life left in the air. The couple laid in the bed, cuddled up together as they watched another episode of a series. Slightly bored, he started placing soft kisses on her neck. Mai hummed in contentment and exposed more of her skin, hoping no promises of revenge would reach them this time.

#masamune x mc #masamune date #ikesen masamune #ikesen mitsuhide #ikesen nobunaga #ikesen hideyoshi #ikesen ieyasu #ikesen #ikemen sengoku #my ff

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jennygirl2014 · 4 years

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GSTC2-The Return of a Hero~Chapter 15

(A/N: HERE IT IS! I know it’s been a long time! But here it is, the next part. I hope you enjoy. Please be aware, there is strong sexual content ahead, NSFW.)

Chapter 15

He had been playing coy all night, but it was obvious there was something not so innocent playing through his mind. Whether she could believe it or not, she had fallen for this man, even after being so chagrined with his very presence in the beginning. And whether she could believe it or not, this was their tenth date together, and while she had refrained from giving the presumably naïve captain any ideas, she couldn’t help but let her mind wander to those darker, erotic thoughts. Her red dress hugged her perfectly, and she wore it knowing how much he appreciated seeing the color on her. When he met her at the door his eyes scanned her up and down, pausing momentarily on her cleavage peaking out at the top. He had licked his lips slowly, and his nostrils flared as he drew in a deep breath, and only after that did he remember to say “hello”. After a nice dinner, they found themselves slow dancing out on the dancefloor, no longer worrying about keeping their relationship a secret from anyone.

His hand slipped lower until it rested on the small of her back, his other hand cradled hers perfectly. She loved his hands, so big and strong, and yet so soft and gentle against her smaller, daintier hand. Their bodies were touching, creating heat between the two of them, a heat that could easily light the fuse. She kept her gaze at his neck, and she smirked when she saw him gulp. Her hand was placed firmly on the back of his neck while her fingers dancing at his hairline. He smelled amazing, she wasn’t sure what cologne he was wearing but it was intoxicating, a very masculine clean scent that danced in her head. This moment crept on slowly, but she wanted it to pass by a little faster. Could this be the night?

When the song ended, he peeled his body away from hers tenderly, and stepped back to look her in the eyes. She stared back, knowing what she wanted to say, but hoping he would somehow read her mind and speak up first. The band started playing the next song, a more upbeat track, and yet neither of them started moving. She had to say something to break the ice, otherwise she didn’t know how long they were going to stand there staring at each other.

“You still don’t know how to dance, do you?” she teased him. He chuckled and dipped his head a little bit, perhaps hiding the slight rosiness in his cheeks.

“Maybe you can teach me sometime.” He offered.

“I may be willing to.” She joked more. There was another moment.

“I’m sure a woman like you could teach a guy like me a lot of things.” He offered in a very low tone. She couldn’t help but laugh at him a little bit. He paused and wet his lips before speaking again. “Do you want to… get out of here?” The grin that crossed her lips was all the answer he needed.

The drive back to her place was mostly silent, she wondered if he was nervous, she wondered if the butterflies in her stomach were from her own nerves as well. When they were only about two blocks away, he daringly placed his hand on her leg, just above her knee, and lightly traced him thumb back and forth on her bare skin. If that was not a sign, then nothing was. Once parked, he walked her up the stairs to her apartment, and just as she suspected, he lingered, unsure of how to proceed. She knew what he wanted to ask, but she didn’t know how to get him to do it.

“Thanks for another great night,” he paused as he shoved his hands into his pockets, “It was fun.” There was silence again as she unlocked her door and turned back to face him before stepping in. If neither of them spoke up, then that was it. “It’s getting late…I should probably let you get go.”

“Well, the night doesn’t have to end here.” she spoke in a surprisingly meek tone. She cleared her throat, just to make sure she still had a voice. “You could come in you know?”

“I…uh…” he stammered and his voice cracked a bit, and he cleared his throat as she did. This made her smile. “I wouldn’t want to keep you up.”

“I’m a big girl. I don’t have a bedtime.” She teased him.

“Right.” He nodded as he bowed his head, not making eye contact. She grew tired of this, if he wasn’t going to make a move then she would have to. But then why wasn’t she doing it?

“So, you don’t want to come in?” she asked him. His cheeks flushed again.

“It’s not that I don’t…” he trailed off and stopped.

“You know Steve, we’re both adults. Adults who have already been on ten dates.” She reminded him.

“I thought it was nine.” He countered.

“Does your rulebook say no sex before the tenth date?” she flat out asked him, finally laying it out on the table. He squirmed a bit, rolled his shoulders, and tilted his head as he looked at an imaginary spot on the wall next to her.

“I-I…uh…I don’t have a rulebook. I just…” he kept stammering. It was kind of cute really.

“It’s okay, I get it.” She had to play this a different way. “You’re from another time, when people were more modest. Maybe people waited longer.” She shrugged, “But let’s face it, we both know how the night is going to play out. I’m going to go in here,” she pointed into her apartment, “And probably touch myself before I fall asleep because I have needs to satisfy. And I’m sure you’ve probably got an itch to scratch when you get home. I thought I felt something poking me a bit while we were dancing, but I didn’t want to embarrass you. Maybe you’ll watch a movie like most men do. But whatever the case may be, you and I will both be playing a solo act when we could just as easily go into my apartment and have sex.”

When she finished her little speech, he stood there red faced and stiff as a board. Maybe she had pushed him too hard. Damn it. She pushed her door open and slowly stepped in and dropped her purse to the floor. She turned to face him, and still he lingered, red in the face, frozen in place. The poor man. Now she started to feel guilty for pressing the matter the way she did. But she couldn’t help herself, she had been wanting to get a taste of this man for a while now.

“Last chance.” She leaned against the door and smirked. He finally looked her in the face.

“It’s just…it’s been a while…for me anyway. A long time.” He admitted.

“Well then get in here and let’s change that, shall we?” she stepped aside and held the door open wider. He let out a faint chuckle, and nodded. But still he stood there, like he had cement blocks tied to his feet. With a huff, she reached out and grabbed a fistful of his shirt at his chest and tugged him inside. “Come on, soldier.” He stepped inside, not resisting one bit, and she closed the door.

The tension in the room hit her immediately, the air was charged with the electricity of what was about to happen. Her initial reaction was to play cool, but that plan was quickly tossed aside when she felt his hands slowly slide up her sides from behind, taking in her curves under his large hands. She turned to him, to tell him something smart most likely, but he didn’t even give her the chance to. His lips crashed onto hers before she could let any more taunting words slip. The kissing grew more intense, with tongues and teeth, their breath hissing between the two of them. Maybe he was inexperienced in the bedroom, but the way he was kissing her was making her knees wobble. Thankfully, his strong hands on her hips kept her upright, and she clung onto him for dear life. His kisses took the breath from her very lungs, yet he was just as needy as she was, if not more. Getting him behind closed doors seemed to be the key to unlocking the next level she had been waiting for. When she did pull her lips from his, he spoke before she could even muster up a single word.

“Do you really?” he asked with baited breath.

“Do I what?” she didn’t understand.

“Touch yourself?” he leaned back in and kissed her before she could answer, but his hungry lips left her mouth to grant her air. He trailed his way to her jaw and then her neck, where the wet heat of his mouth continued to assault her.

“Yes…” she rasped. His lips went to her ear.

“I want to see.” He whispered. A shiver went down her spine.

“Then take me to my room and help me get out of this dress.” She had to keep up this act of being cool and in charge, but he challenged her when he gripped onto her ass and lifted her effortlessly, sitting her on his hips before he carried her down the hall and towards the bedroom. This power struggle between them wasn’t always something she enjoyed, but at this moment she knew it would result in the right kind of sparks.

He hastily set her back down onto her feet once they were in her room, and she momentarily took in the scene around her. Crap, she wished she’d had the foresight to clean up a little, but judging from his hard on that was just pressed perfectly between her legs as he carried her, he wasn’t going to mind, or even notice. He kissed her again, silencing her thoughts and redirecting her back to this moment and the magic that was about to happen. He wasted no time in finding the zipper at the back of her dress and he slowly slid it down, the vibrations hitting her skin and making her hold her breath. His hands smoothed over the nape of her neck and he slid them down to her shoulders, encouraging her dress to slip away from her heated body and onto the floor. It pooled around her feet, and she carelessly stepped out and kicked it off to the side.

His eyes fell onto her bare breasts, and she heard him draw in a shaky breath. She smiled and shimmied her shoulders a bit, making them jiggle a little for him, just to be a tease. But then she remembered those damn spanx sitting just below her ribs. Of course, most women would have put on some sort of shapewear under that formfitting dress, but the thought of being exposed in it never really comes up. But Steve had come from a time when women wore a whole slew of undergarments under their dresses, practically an entire suit of it, so maybe he didn’t find it that off putting. She quickly rolled the spandex down her sides and shimmied out of it, leaving only a red thong and her red heels on.

Red was the theme of the evening, it was the color of her dress, her shoes, her panties, and yet again Steve’s cheeks. He stood there, gawking at her, not speaking or moving. Again, they were at a standstill. “Enjoying the view?” she daringly asked him, and he nodded with his eyes still taking in her body. “You can touch me, you know, it won’t kill you.” She taunted more. She took one step forward just as he did, and his hands went right to her breasts.

“Oh, but it could.” He replied, making her giggle. He palmed at her breasts, squeezing them, running his thumbs over her erect nipples, making her draw in a deep breath. He lifted an eyebrow and the corners of his lips curved up into a smirk. “A little sensitive?” he finished his teasing by taking her nipples between his fingers and gently rolling them. His gentle twisting of her buds sent heat soaring to her core, she had already been wet, but now her panties had to be soaked. She arched her back slightly and let out a puff of air, reminding herself not to give him the satisfaction of moaning from such a small task. He saw this and gave a very tender squeeze, enough to make her hands fly up and grasp his wrists. He hummed in approval. “Does that feel good, Commander?” What a jerk. Before she could quip back, he kissed her again, while still toying with her perky nipples. She had to take back the upper hand. Her right hand released his wrist and wasted no time in finding his rigid cock that was straining against his formal pants.

“If we don’t take that out, it might burst through those pants.” She teased against his lips. He chuckled, finally releasing her stiffened peaks from his fingers and took a step back.

“You may be right.” He spoke with deep pink lips, evidence of their hard kissing and her lip gloss rubbing off on him. With expert precision she started to undo his belt, taking no care to be gentle about it, and she ripped it from the belt loops in one quick motion and tossed it to the floor. She knew how to play this next part very well, in fact she had rehearsed it in her head while sipping down her wine while at dinner. She slowly got down to her knees while he fumbled with the buttons of his own shirt, trying to undo each one instead of simply tearing the thing open and sending buttons flying into the air. She had hoped he would have done the latter, but this man was too proper for that kind of behavior. She would coax it out of him, someday, or maybe even do it herself. But at that moment, she was face to face with the tent in his pants and she wanted nothing more than to give that a taste. “Someone seems a bit eager.” He jested as he looked down at her.

“You’re right,” she started as she unzipped his fly, trying to be careful not to hurt him, “It must be you.” She went for the buttons next and he laughed at her sassiness. She shoved his pants down his legs just as he slid his shirt down his arms and tossed it aside. Then he reached for the bottom of the white tank and in tandem, they removed the last of his clothing, with the exception of his shoes and socks. His hard cock was standing at full attention and ready for her. She eyed his size, his girth, the rippling veins, and the perfectly pink head that was already shining with precum. “Holy shit, Steve.” She breathed, not even meaning to. Damn it, she should have kept her astonishment to herself.

“See something you like?” he sounded so full of himself. She snorted as she wrapped her hand around his lengthy dick, the heat and weight of it sat perfectly in her hand. She ran her fist up and down, pleasuring him and getting acquainted with his member. “Kind of hard to believe you hated me so much in the beginning.”

“Well in my defense, it’s not like I could see through your pants to know what you were packing.” Then she thought for a second and her hand ceased on his cock, “Wait, are you calling me shallow?” she was kidding of course, or mostly.

“What? No!” he grew worried. “I was just…I…”

“Kidding, Steve, kidding.” She reassured him. “Besides, you were a dick.”

“And now you’re about to put my dick in your mouth, so what’s your come back for that sweetheart?” She scoffed, shocked by his quick wit, and yet entertained. What could she possibly say while she was there on her knees? Nothing came to mind, so her only option was to shut him up, and she was in the perfect position to do just that.

She stuck her tongue out and ran it from the base of his cock up to the tip in one long, sensual, wet stroke, and he sighed above her. Bingo. Her lips found the tip of the head and wrapped around it tenderly before pushing her lips down his length until she couldn’t take anymore without him hitting her throat. He moaned and placed his hand on the back of her head, she didn’t even have to see his face to know how excited he was. She savored his taste against her tongue, and knowing she could make the super soldier weak in the knees with her mouth only fueled the flames. She bobbed her head back and forth, sliding her lips and tongue skillfully up and down his hot skin, providing the right amount of suction on her way back up his cock and wetting it more as she pushed down.

“Damn baby.” He delighted from above her. She picked up the pace and wrapped her hand around the rest of his length that she couldn’t fit into his mouth. Her first matched the flow of her mouth, twisting slightly at the top before moving back down to his base, spreading the wetness of her mouth and moving against her lips. When a long, needy moan hit her ears she looked up at his face, seeing his open mouth and eyes shut tight. She owned this man in that very moment, she was sure a blowjob like this one was only something he had ever dreamt about. And when his thighs began to tremble, he placed his hands on her face and gently pulled her lips from his wet dick. “Wait, hang on,” he drew in a deep breath and sighed, “If you keep it up…” he warned her that he was close, but he didn’t plan on finishing from a simple blow job, not without pleasing her.

“Need a breather?” she jested, but knowing it was most likely true. He reached down and grabbed her by her arms and yanked her up off of her knees. She giggled as he playfully manhandled her until she was off her feet and in his arms again, showing off his strength and prowess, but any inflation to his ego was quickly tossed away when he took a few steps to bring her to the bed and he tripped over his own pants that were still bunched around his feet. He stumbled and tossed her to save her from toppling over with him, she bounced on the bed with a little squeal while he partially caught himself on the edge of her bed to avoid face planting. Neither of them could help from breaking out into laughter. She held her hand over her mouth to watch her volume, but Steve didn’t try to hide his belly laugh.

“Smooth, Rogers.” He scolded himself after laughing. After pulling himself together he kicked off his pants and footwear, and then stood up unscathed and totally nude.

“You’re a bit out of practice, aren’t you?” Desirae asked as she bit her lip.

“And you’re still a bit overdressed.” Steve replied slyly as he reached out and yanked down her red thong, she giggled more as it went down her legs and he tossed it down to the floor. He gripped her right ankle in his hand and brought it up to his lips where he gave her a delicate kiss. It made her shiver. “Weren’t you supposed to show me something?” he reminded her that they had gotten off track.

“You’re right.” She gave in easily. Her hand slithered down between her thighs and she started sheepishly rubbing her fingers up and down her moist slit. Funny, she had been so overconfident up until this moment, now she felt like being a little modest.

“Oh no, no, no.” Steve gripped her other ankle and spread her legs the length of his arms. The cool air rushing against her bare sex made her wetter, and she drew in a deep breath. “You’re gonna show me, just like you said.” He directed. Damn, that was hot. She bit her lip and started rubbing her clit in circles, stirring the pot. The captain watched on, licking his lips and humming in approval. “You look so good, I might just need a taste.” He released her ankles and dropped to his knees. She held her breath as he hastily shoved his lips onto her needy pussy, but he hesitated getting to work. She knew he was probably a little inexperienced giving a woman oral, but she admired his willingness to learn. His tongue darted out and did a long, slow, torturous drag up her folds, and she whined in approval. “Just tell me how I’m doing, baby.” He spoke with his lips against her pussy, and lapped at her entrance more. She grinned as her head fell back, amused by his words.

“Well, for starters, you want to find my-“ she was going to direct him to finding her clit, but his tongue quickly found it on its own. His tongue flicked over her before he sucked the small bud between his lips and started sucking. Her thighs clenched around his head in a knee jerk reaction and she gasped, gripping onto the comforter on the bed in shock. When he pulled his lips off of her with a small smack, he sassed her before she could come up with anything clever.

“I know what a clit is and how to find it, thank you very much.” He informed her before getting back to work. His mouth stayed preoccupied while one of his fingers found her slick entrance, and he pushed in slowly. She gave a small moan when his finger slid in an out. His lips parted for a second, “How am I doing so far?”

“Good…” she breathed to him. “Curl your finger,” she instructed, and he did, but not quite where she needed it. “No upward,” she chuckled a little, and he did as he was told. “Yeah that’s it, keep doing it.” She guided him just a little more and soon he found that sweet spot she was hoping for. “Mmm, yeah, like that.” She praised him as he worked her g spot. He went back to quick, light flicks of the tongue on her clit and her eyes started to cross. Thank goodness he was a fast learner. She didn’t even have to tell him anymore. Her moaning was letting him know everything he needed to know.

“That good, baby?” he questioned her, and she nodded and reached down and gripped his hair. He smirked against her flesh and started sucking on her again. Another moan and she pulled his face harder against her mound, forcing him to devour her cunt. He obliged, and she found herself torn between wanting to get off on his face, or move on to the main event. She decided on the latter, Steve was a gentleman, it wasn’t like he wouldn’t’ be willing to practice more another time.

“I’m ready.” She spoke to him in a lust filled, breathy tone. He pulled his lips away.

“Ready for what?” he asked her. She chuckled at him.

“Ready for you, what else, Steve?” she couldn’t help but laugh more.

“Well, you seem to be enjoying yourself is all.” He defended his work as he quickly wiped his mouth with his hand and began to slowly climb up her body.

“I am, but I’ll enjoy this more.” She whispered to him, while running her hands up his muscled sides. When he was hovering over her body, he leaned in and kissed her, slow and deep. Her hands roamed up his back, taking in the feeling of his naked skin for the first time.

She smiled against his lips as he continued to kiss her, perhaps he was teasing her before he gave her what she was waiting for. Or maybe he was nervous. Maybe she was too. There was something so different about this man, so different from Mike, aside from being a super soldier and being built like a god. It was something in his nature, something that made her heart flutter and prickle at her sides. This power play between them that was ever present, it drove her crazy in a bad way, but she would be lying if she said it didn’t drive her crazy in a good way either. Who would one up the other? Who would win the argument? Who was better at this or that? It was challenging, and aggravating, but exciting. And at that moment, she was willing to bet that it would result in some pretty satisfying sex. Maybe the competition between the two of them would really come out in the bedroom. The way he was teasing her, letting his stiff cock rub against her sensitive clit, while pulling the breath from her lungs with those kisses, she knew she was right.

***

It was still early in the morning, but the sun was starting to shine through the window. She had been enjoying it, laying in the room and taking in that new dawn glow, thinking back to that time with Steve. Their first time. Why it was on her mind, she wasn’t sure. Almost like she had found a new appreciation for it. The memory sparkled in the back of her mind, like a lost or forgotten jewel.

A knock came from the door, interrupting her. She turned her head and hesitated before getting up and walking over, curious as to what someone would have wanted with her at that hour. She grasped the doorknob and turned it, but opened the door slowly, and only enough to peek through at who it could have been. Of course, it was nobody other than Steve. His eyes were fixed on the floor, but they shifted up onto her face after a moment.

“Good morning.” He greeted her, speaking softly.

“Hi,” she didn’t know what to say, and apparently, he did either, as he hesitated to speak again. “It’s early.” She stated the obvious.

“I know.” She watched him swallow hard, “I was thinking we could go for a jog.” He offered. She was surprised at his offer.

“Why?”

“Because I haven’t done it in a while,” he gave a half smile, but it disappeared quickly, “And because I remember everything you said…I think it would be good for you.”

“Good for me?”

“Yeah,” his tone suddenly sounded more authoritative, less like he was asking and more like he was commanding her. “Come on. It’s a nice morning.”

She was wondering what had gotten into him. Really, she was also wondering what had gotten into herself. First the dream, then ruminating on their intimate times together. And here she was, actually thinking over his offer. It was just like before they started dating, him slowly creeping into the deepest parts of her mind, melting the ice around her heart.

“Okay,” she gave in, “Just give me a couple minutes.”

Previous chapter here.

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coffeeandcannolis · 5 years

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Crash and Burn

Warnings: mentions of drug and alcohol use, profanity

It wasn’t supposed to go down like that.

Normally I could hold my own with the Crüe boys any night of the week - years of partying with Nikki would teach you that - but sometimes, no matter how much you think you can handle it, everything slips out of control.

The occasion? A house party at Tommy’s beachfront mansion, celebrating the announcement of the Dr. Feelgood tour. I was set to leave in three weeks to shoot one of the biggest film projects of my career and I was drowning in stress. Maybe, in the face of pressure from a potentially career-altering project, I let myself drink and snort away my troubles. Maybe I wasn’t sure how to handle the biggest separation of Tommy and my relationship thus far. Maybe I was finally cracking under the pressure, done delaying the inevitable breakdown I normally buried deep.

Maybe tonight happened for a lot of different reasons, but at the end of the night? I was a mess.

It was almost two in the morning, party still punching down at full swing, when a hand clamped down on Tommy’s shoulder. Tommy was in the middle of his cigarette trick, inhaling through his nose and watching everyone bust up laughing.

Tommy stubbed the cigarette out in the ashtray before turning around. “What’s up, Zutaut?”

Tom tugged at his shirt collar. “Sorry, Tommy, Nikki sent me down to get you. Needs you upstairs in your bathroom.”

Tommy’s brow furrowed. “Why would he -”

“I don’t know.” Tom looked nervous. “He just needs you right away.”

Tommy shook his head in annoyance, tugging at the waistband of his leather pants as he stood up. He clapped Zataut on the shoulder and he meandered out of the room.

Any irritation about the buzzkill interruption disappeared when Tommy entered the master bathroom and immediately recognized the dress and blonde hair bent over the toilet. Nikki was sitting on the floor next to me, one hand softly running up and down my back.

“Fuck, Nikki.” Tommy burst in and crouched down at my other side. A hand went up to smooth my hair. “What happened?”

“I don’t know, man.” Nikki kept his voice low. My forehead was firmly planted against the toilet seat, my eyes closed and breathing shallow. “Faith was fine one second, and then we did another line and she lost it. I think she got way too high, I haven’t seen her like this in years.”

Tommy gathered my hair in his fingers and tugged it back into a messy ponytail at the nape of my neck. His thumb brushed my cheek and I stirred at the contact.

“Tommy?” I sounded so small.

“Yeah baby, I’m here.” He moved to fully sit on the floor, long legs splayed out on the tile. “Heard you’re not doing too hot.”

I whined. “I’m way too high, Tommy.” I let out shaky, focused exhales in front of me. “I don’t want to be this high anymore.”

Tommy looked to Nikki. “What was she drinking?”

Nikki shrugged. “We were splitting a handle of Jack, man. She must have taken something before we got here - she can normally handle what I watched her put in her system tonight.”

Tommy pressed his cool fingers against the back of my neck and cursed under his breath. I was burning up. Nikki doused a washcloth with cold water in the sink and passed it over, getting an appreciative nod in return from Tommy.

“I’ve got her from here, Nik.” Tommy draped the washcloth over my neck. “Thanks, dude. I mean it.”

Nikki nodded. “I’ll come check up on you in a little bit. Yell if you need anything.” He smoothed a hand over my hair once before standing up with a groan. “There’s an ice water for her next to the sink.”

Nikki was barely out the door before I started to throw up again. Tears streaked down my cheeks as Tommy whispered supportive words in my ear.

“Let it all out, babe,” he mumbled. “It’s okay.”

My eyes were glassy and words slurred. I suddenly couldn’t take a deep breath, the corset in my dress pulling in too tight. I started to panic.

“Tommy, can you - it’s so tight,” I sniffled, words a jumbled mess.

Thankfully, he instantly knew what I needed. Long fingers fumbled with the clasp and zipper, and I let out a sigh of relief when he tugged it all the way down.

Tommy handed me my water and I swished some of it around my mouth before flushing the toilet. Body still quaking, I didn’t realize Tommy had shifted positions until arms wrapped around me from behind. I relaxed, letting him pull me into his chest and sit between his legs on the floor. I gripped tightly onto his forearm and took shallow breaths, trying to get my breathing under control.

“I’m sorry you have to see me like this.” My eyes started to fill with tears. “This is fucking embarrassing.”

His arms tightened around me. “Hey, Faith, no. This is what I’m here for, okay? It happens to everyone.” Then, an attempt to make me laugh. “The roles have been reversed way too many times, so you were overdue for a bender, baby.”

I gave a stuttered exhale in what he assumed was an exhausted attempt at a laugh.

It might not have been the right time for it, but Tommy couldn’t let his concern go. He gently rocked us back and forth.

“Is there something else going on here?” He tread carefully. “You’re not one to overshoot your dose.”

I turned into him, fully curling up into his lap. My face pressed into his shirt and muffled my words.

“It’s just a lot of pressure. It’s too much.”

It clicked for Tommy. “You’re worried about the shoot?”

“Yeah,” I sniffled. “I don’t want to let anyone down, but it’s just so much. I don’t know how to do it all.” My tears started to leave streaks on Tommy’s shirt.

“And I’m just stressed about how we’ll manage on opposite sides of the world,” I straightened up a little to look him in the eye. A glint of my regular determination peeked through the drunken emotions. “And I know we’re gonna be fine, Tom, but...” I cuddled back into his chest. “Fuck, I need you.”

Tommy’s heart swelled, despite the circumstances. I would never be saying anything like this while I was sober - I always kept it together, smiling instead of crying (except when I was barred out, apparently).

“We’re gonna be fine.” Tommy pressed a kiss to my hair. “I’m just a phone call away. This is your dream project, Faith, and I know you’re gonna give it everything you have. You have nothing to worry about, baby.”

I was silent for a moment. Attempting to inhale one second, the next hurtling back over the toilet to empty my stomach.

“You’re okay,” Tommy mumbled. Hand tracing over my exposed back.

I pulled away after a moment, wiped tears off my cheeks, and looked at him again.

“I think I’m done,” I announced.

Tommy had to laugh despite himself - I could be a damned cute drunk when I wanted to be, even when I was emptying my stomach in his bathroom. He scooped me up in his arms, carrying me out of the bathroom and gently sitting me on top of his bed.

He rifled around in his drawers for a minute and pulled an oversized, well-worn band tee shirt from the mix. Tommy slipped the dress off my shoulders and tugged his tee overhead, carefully pulling my hair from under the collar and smoothing crazed strands on the top. He managed to slip my dress down my legs without jostling me too much - he could see me falling asleep sitting up - and scooted me back to the pillows.

Tommy gently tucked me in, placing my water glass on the nightstand and a trashcan next to the bed, just in case. I was putty in his hands, exhausted from being sick and almost asleep.

“I love you, Tommy.” My words slurred together, but the sentiment was there.

Tommy bent down to press a kiss to my forehead, propping me up on pillows and tucking the sheets down around me.

“Love you too, sweetheart. Go to sleep.” He could already tell my breaths were deepening. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

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hotoffthepressfics · 5 years

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Broke But Not Broken

MASTERLIST

Part I

Previous | Next

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 2,629

Summary: The Reader escapes a horrific past. She meets new friends, but will she be able to trust them?

Warnings: Angst, implied physical and sexual abuse.

Inspiration/Chapter Soundtrack:

“Broke But Not Broken” - Artist vs Poet

“All The King’s Horses” - Karmina

A/N: My first fic ever. Still not complete but I’m going to finish writing this out and post it before I post anything else. ❤️❤️❤️

The Greyhound bus lurches to a stop, the massive vehicle hissing as the brakes are released. You jolt awake grasping the cracked seat in front of you for balance. Panic laces itself around your heart as your sleep addled brain attempts to orient itself.

Where am I?

You glance up at the message board and watch as the destination slowly loops across the screen.

3765: Brooklyn, Smith St.

Okay, so you’d made it to... Brooklyn? Isn’t that the stop you’re supposed to get off at? You run shaky fingers over your mussed braid of hair. The tight denim skirt you are wearing didn’t have pockets so you had resorted to keeping the ticket in your bra.

Trying to discreetly pull it out, you pull the slightly crumpled ticket out and check the city name on it. Yes. Brooklyn.

Clenching the ticket in your hands you get up and stumble towards the front of the bus. You keep your head down low, walk down the steps and onto the dark street outside. You stall, unsure of what to do now. Other people getting off the bus try to move past you, some pausing to glare or give you disgruntled looks. One elderly man nudges you between the shoulder blades.

“Get a move on, girl!” He grouses.

Startled, you shuffle to the side and out of the way as the remaining passengers exit. There is a chill to the night air. You shiver and hug your arms close to your body. The short sleeved, rather revealing blouse did nothing to protect you from the elements. Neither did the skirt. The ill-fitting, borrowed sneakers you wear are beginning to pinch now that you are standing instead of sitting in the bus chair. You didn’t care. You were finally beginning to feel it.

Freedom.

You breathe in deeply, hold it in for a moment, and release it. The air reeks of motor oil, stale cigarette smoke, and urine. It should bother you as it probably would most people. You watch the passengers as they head off to the depot or parking lot, some meeting family you supposed, others alone.

You began to follow where most of the people went, walking apprehensively down the sidewalk and passed the depot. The noise of the buses rumbling and faint talking gave way to more urban sounds.

Cars drove by, brakes squealed, a police siren is either coming or going from where you are. You weren’t too sure. Someone was throwing trash out in an alley as you walk by, causing you to jump when something like glass broke once it hit the bottom of the dumpster.

You’re beginning to shiver again, although this time it wasn’t from the cold. You had initially been elated stepping off that bus. However, getting on and off that bus had been your only goal in the wee hours that morning. You had left with two hundred dollars, now a little less than that after purchasing the bus fare.

You had no idea where to go from here or where to stay. You were safe only in the sense that you were miles away from where you ever wanted to be again.

There came a faint sound of a woman laughing. You lift your head up and see a small cluster of women, all in various revealing apparel, watching disinterested as cars pull up to the curb. You halt as one of them came up to a sedan and stuck her head in to talk to the driver. They had a short exchange and then she opens the passenger door and gets in. The sedan drove off with its newest occupant. You falter, attempting to decide if you should continue walking ahead towards them as you were doing or to turn and go another direction.

In your contemplation you didn’t hear the man’s foot falls coming up behind you.

“Hey there, sweetheart. How much to spend the night here with yours truly?” The man sidles up to you and snakes his arm around you middle.

You squeak and try to shove him off. In your attempts to extract yourself the man adjusts you in his arms until your facing him.

“Aw c’mon babe. I ain’t gonna bite ya... much.” He winks and guffaws, the acrid scent of beer and halitosis making you want to gag.

Balding and sporting about a day’s worth of beard growth the man gives you a particularly nasty, yellowed, toothy grin. He’s a good foot and a half taller than you, and although he didn’t look strong, as the spare tire around his middle suggested, he certainly has a vise grip on you.

You whimper and shake your head, wanting to scream the word ‘no’ but it feels like your throat is closing off. You gasp in short bursts trying again to shove him away.

No, no, no. This can’t happen again. This won’t happen again.

The man began to pull you further down the nearest alleyway. He backs you up to the rough brick wall and begins to paw at your breasts. You screw your eyes shut and try to push him back, placing your hand against his jaw and forcing his head back. He ducks and peppers your neck in kisses. You feel him slide something between your cleavage and hear the unmistakeable sound of a zipper. His hand trails up your thigh, under the skirt. The tightness in your throat finally snaps.

“NO!”

You rear your hand back and swing it out and across his face in a satisfying slap. He stumbles back, releasing you and clutching the side of his face. Your fingers claw the brick behind your back as you gasp out sobs.

The man stares wide-eyed at you, pulling his hand away from his cheek. Blood collects in the corner of his mouth. He reaches back up to swipe at it and looks back at his hand. When his eyes snap up to you all the drunken humor is gone.

“You bitch! What’s the matter with you?! I paid ya, didn’t I?! Now I’m gonna get off-“ he comes at you again. You cry out cowering against the wall as he grasps a fistful of your hair.

You shut your eyes again and wait for the pain to begin... but nothing comes. You hear a loud thwack and the man’s hand loosens its grip in your hair. Strands of your messed up braid fall across your face as you look up to see the man doubled over with a slim, dark woman standing over him, a rather large handbag slung over one of her denim clad shoulders. Her pose exudes confidence and power, as does the crystal studded bustier under a cropped denim jacket. A form-fitting, hot pink, latex mini skirt is wrapped around her hips ending in long, cocoa colored legs.

“I do believe the lady told you no. And when a lady says no, she means it.” She says in a feigned high feminine voice. She turns and walks away when the man rolls to his side and mutters,

“Bitch..”

The woman whirls around and gives a swift kick to his groin with her stiletto heel. His groans double in volume.

“Who you callin’ bitch?!” The woman’s voice drops several octaves into a decidedly masculine voice.

She adjusts her cropped jacket and slings the handbag back over her shoulder. The woman glances down at you and offers her other hand. You hesitantly accept it with trembling fingers. Your eyes dart from her back to the moaning man on the ground.

“Now honey, if your gonna take a man’s money and then stiff him on the goods you gotta learn how to make a quick getaway.”

You gape at her, eyes wide and glassy. You shake your head vigorously attempting to force words out, but you could feel the words stick in your throat before they made it out of your mouth. She studies you for a moment. Eyes narrowing, she asks, “You ain’t from around here are you babygirl?”

Again, you can’t manage more than a shake of your head. The woman takes another appraising look.

“Word of advice? Dressing like… that will send the wrong message to folks ‘round here.” You look down at yourself and hunch forward, trying to cover as much of yourself as you can. The wind picks up and you shiver.

“Well then,” the woman says as she struts back down the alley. She turns on her heel and cants her head towards the street. “time to put you in some new digs hun.”

•••

Cici, as you learn is the woman’s name, takes you to a local thrift shop to find more suitable attire for the late fall weather. The store clerk looks a tad disgruntled as the two of you stroll in ten minutes to closing time. However, he doesn’t seem too put out as CiCi begins to pile some shirts, pants, and coats into your arms. Guess he can’t pass up a chance to make a buck. Every now and then she pulls out a top, clicks her tongue, then holds it up to you for inspection. Sometimes the shirt goes into the pile, other times back on the rack.

As far as you could tell CiCi was by all accounts physically a man, but for the present time wished to be viewed as a woman. You wonder a bit as to why being near her wasn’t becoming a stressor when the man in the alley and even the store clerk were making you want to crawl into a hole and hide. Perhaps it was because all she seemed to want from you was to have a dress-up doll.

Another pair of pants make it into the pile. Did she have a hobby of picking up random people and making them shop with her?

“Alright baby,” CiCi turns back to you as you make it down the small aisle of clothing racks and towards the back of the store. Situated between a men’s hat display and a small section of woman’s scarves sits a makeshift fitting room. Which was simply PVC pipes connected together and black fabric looped around all sides. She parts the fabric and stands by, “go on ahead and try them on. See what you like.”

You shuffle passed her into the small space. CiCi lets the curtain fall behind you. Inside there’s a full length mirror propped up against the back wall. Next to the mirror stands a small, fold out chair. You discard the pile of clothes onto it, a few errant pieces falling onto the floor. Slowly, you glance towards your reflection.

It had been a while since you’d seen yourself in full. Sure you could look down at your own body and had occasion to see your face in mirrors before, but this was the first time since your life had become the horror it had been for the past three years. In the stark fluorescent light of that shop it was like you had finally awoken and could see clearly. It was as though you looked upon a stranger. You were much thinner and paler than you could ever remember. Even the structure of your face seemed wrong. Much too boney and sharper; too dark circles ringing your eyes. They looked alien, much too round and large. You look back into your reflected eyes and see… nothing. No life. Just a defeated, broken thing that was barely clinging to life by the fingertips.

You stifle a sob that threatens to break from your lips. Reaching down and picking up a discarded dress from the store floor you drape it over the mirror. It wasn’t long enough to completely cover but at least now all you can see is the lower half of your legs and feet. Taking a moment to steady your breathing you start to try on the clothing. You find disrobing difficult. Hard to make yourself feel vulnerable in a foreign place when that was all you’d known for so long. Yet, you knew you didn’t want to remain dressed in the clothes that he picked and forced you to wear.

Bolstering your courage you quickly shuck the blouse and skirt off your body and sift through the pile, looking for what will cover you the most. Thankfully, CiCi had snagged rather modest clothing. You try on a series of long sleeved shirts; a few that you rejected for being too low cut or falling off the shoulder. The pants faired better though most were too long and went past your feet. You bent and rolled up the cuffs, satisfied when they reached just to your ankles.

After trying on everything CiCi had given you, you settled on three of the long sleeved tops, two lightly worn jeans, and a tan trench coat. Opening the curtain you meekly shuffle out in one of your newly chosen outfits. You knew you probably needed to take the outfit off in order to purchase it but you just couldn’t bring yourself to change back into the clothes you’d come in. They remained in a crumpled heap with the other clothing.

With one long finger hooked under her chin CiCi assesses the outfit. After she finishes her inspection of you she nods her head once.

“Now don’t you look as pretty as a picture? Shall we go on ahead and buy these and get outta here?” You dip your head low and roll your shoulders forward. CiCi tsks.

“Oh honey, none of that now. We’re gonna have to work on that.” You flush, and hunch over even further. Cici merely shakes her head and begins back down the aisle to the front. As you follow her you glance up to the racks of clothing. Among some of the shirts labeled large you notice a light gray cable knit sweater peaking out, warm and inviting. You pause for a moment then set your items down and reach for it. It feels soft and thick. Pulling the sweater off its hanger you put it on. The woolen quality made it feel a little heavy, but that brings you relief. You feel… safe. This too would make it out with you. When you reach the cash register you hand over the clothes in your arms to the clerk.

The clerk eyes your attire with suspicion, as though you would try to make off with something without paying. He quickly glances towards CiCi, who simply reaches over and commenced plucking the tags off everything you now currently wearing. You tense a little as she does so. Finished, CiCi places the tags upon the counter between you and the clerk one eyebrow quirked in challenge.

The muscles in the clerk’s jaw twitch but he begins scanning the tags. As he totaled everything up you realize you’d have to get your money out to pay. Money that was still tucked away in your bra. You turn to begin fishing out the bills when he clerk says how much it all cost.

“Don’t worry baby, this one’s on me.” You look back over your shoulder and watch as CiCi drops the money into the clerk’s expectant hand. You marvel at her, standing there stupidly as the clerk hands you a plastic bag with your things. Suddenly a lump begins to form in your throat making it hard to breathe. Tears make your vision swim. CiCi pats your arm and rubs it soothingly.

“Now, now. There’s no time for all that nonsense. I am starving. Let’s you and I go get us something to eat.”

So you and CiCi once again make your way out onto the street. Your new clothes, the first real possessions you’d had in a long, long time, in tow.

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vikingwitchling · 4 years

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Homecoming

As a child thunderstorms would scare me. As soon as the sky flashed yellow and white I would leap into bed and hide under the covers. My mom would tell me it was nothing to fear. My dad would give scientific explanations I did not understand. It did not help. With every crack of thunder, it felt as though my heart would burst from my chest in fright, my hands would tremble, and the hair at the back of my neck would stand on end. Every storm I thought the world was ending. But a new day always dawned, and I forgot. Until next time.

Dark clouds are rolling in over the forest now, threatening to unleash rain and to give a display of how Mother Nature wields electricity. I am not afraid. I am no longer a child, but a woman. A woman who knows the power that dwells within her, and of the creature who is cheeky enough to fight for control.

Kitsune.

The Fox.

For the better part of five years we have fought for domain over the same body, and only in the past six months have we come to an agreement and worked together in perfect balance.

The Fox and The Human.

Success, the Skinwalkers called it though they did not seem happy to let me go. In my failure, they would receive a new sister. But in my triumph, they would send me home. They honored our agreement, opened a portal that would take me away from the dunes of sand and dust and transport me back where I belonged.

But this is not home, this forest where I just appeared. The trees are too bare, the ground too wet and cold. Not California, but somewhere else.

Where the hell am I?

My heart leaps in a sudden rise of panic and I force myself to take a calming breath.

It’s okay, Kira. Just pick a direction and start walking. I’ll have to find civilization sometime.

I push myself into motion, heading right towards the darkening sky. Storms don’t scare me anymore. This forest, no matter how unfamiliar and eerily quiet, doesn’t scare me. I’ve walked the desert with three Skinwalkers for years. Magic women who have trained my body and mind. I am not the same Kira who left Beacon Falls.

I am strong. I am smart. My instincts are sharp, sharp as a--...

OW!

My bare foot catches on something and I go tumbling forward, face mere inches from plunging into the dirt before I can catch myself. I instantly shoot up, face burning with embarrassment, my gaze automatically darting about the forest to make sure no one saw.

Of course, no one saw. I am totally alone.

Still, just in case, I give a forced little laugh and brush myself off. It’s only now that my hands graze my torso and legs I realize I am still clad in Skinwalker fashion – animal pelts and feathers.

Oh my god. Not a good look to be caught in. Wrapping my arms around myself protectively, my sight lands on the black bundle on the forest floor that I just tripped over.

It looks like…

No, it can’t be.

I lean down and touch the fabric, a sense of elation overtaking me as the identification is confirmed.

My backpack! The very same I had come carrying to the desert that day all those years ago. The Skinwalkers had taken it away once it became clear I would stay with them, and I thought it forever lost. But here it is.

Hunkering down, I undo the zipper to check its contents, laying them out one by one on a tree stump to see what I have to work with.

One pair of white socks. One pair of black combat boots. Underwear and a bra. My book of Japanese mythology. Black leather jacket. Black tank top. Dark grey jeans. My old cell phone and charger. $48. A crystal pendant. And...my Katana belt.

Everything is still there. The phone is all out of power, which is not surprising, but if I get a chance to charge it, maybe…

The crystal pendant is the only thing that doesn’t belong in my pack. It was given to me by one of the Skinwalkers, the one I called Owl, and its qualities help my inner self to remain balanced. I gave it back once it became clear I was leaving, but Owl must have insisted I keep it.

I quickly fasten it around my neck, and after ensuring myself once more I am truly alone, I strip out of the pelts and dress in my old clothes. The fit is a bit snugger than I remember, and to avoid having a teenage-like meltdown I decide then and there it is simply because of increased muscle mass. I’ve been training hard every day, after all.

I tuck the wad of cash into my jeans pocket and finish my ensemble to fastening my mom’s old katana around my waist. The design is genius, appearing as a belt and allowing me to keep it close at all times without sending people into a panic.

The book, along with my phone and charger, is allowed to remain within the pack. I swing it onto my shoulders, picking a few stray feathers from my hair and with renewed hope, continue on my trek.

I think, through the trees just ahead, I can see houses.

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pagesofivy · 6 years

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Stupid Shopping

Pairing: Sam Wilson x plus size!reader

Warnings: self doubt, stupid clothes being too small, some angst with your fluff.

Beta: @quilliamfears

W.c. 1381

A/N: This is for @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan ‘s Full Figured Fantasy writing challenge. My prompt was “Life is way too short to spend another day at war with yourself.” This challenge is super close to my heart and I had three different ideas for where I wanted to take the prompt. I still might do those later but that’s a maybe, when I’m feeling inspired. This actually started as a different fic focused on Sam’s wings and having a wing!kink but the prompt took me elsewhere and I’m really happy with it. I dunno who to tag, sorry! Forevers and marvel tags will be on the reblog.

The first thing that caught your attention about Sam Wilson was his wings. He was out practicing as you rolled up to the Avengers compound in your car, and you’d been fascinated by the man’s movements. Too soon, he’d landed on a roof and out of your sight, and you continued on in your travels, going through the security and into the compound to meet with Steve and Tony about a spot on the tech side of the team.

They’d accepted you, invited you to stay on the compound too, and you’d accepted, quickly falling into the little family they’d created. Sam continuously fascinated you, and you’d made a couple more pairs of wings similar to his to tinker with.

Sam sits with you when you work, giving his thoughts and opinions on your designs and tweaks, asking for certain things, praising you for your ideas. He watches as you work on other tech too, fascinated, and you talk to him as you work, explaining some of the more simple things. Once he got the simple stuff, you start explaining the more complicated things, and eventually your conversation moves to more friendly topics.

It’s always hot in your lab, so when you work, you wear a tank top and shorts, though you’ll wear more when you’re doing something dangerous. When Sam hangs out, at first, you’re self-conscious about what you wear, knowing that it shows off your chubby thighs, arms, and sometimes stomach, but Sam never seems to notice, so eventually it goes to the back of your mind and you get lost in the tech.

You don’t let him know about your insecurities, when you two become friends. You also don’t tell him that you’re falling in love with him, because there’s no way he could feel the same. Not with Nat and Wanda and all the other thin, gorgeous, badass women that inhabit the compound. Not when you’re curvy, thick, chubby, whatever you call it. You’re bigger than average, plus size by all means. ‘Full-figured’ your mom would say, a soft smile on her face. But you shake that thought out of your mind as an announcement comes over the annoying speakers Tony installed throughout the bunker. “There’s going to be a party tonight, fancy dress, attendance required. That means you, (Y/N). Starts at 7 p.m.” Scowling at the speaker as Tony’s voice cuts off, you let out a frustrated huff and throw down your tools. Sam frowns and reaches out for you, taking your hand in his and pulling you to face him.

“What’s the matter, (Y/N)? It’s just a stupid party. I’m not sure why Stark called you out like that, but if you don’t have anything to wear, we can play hooky and go shopping for something. I need a suit anyway.” Sam offers, smiling up at you encouragingly, and you hesitate a moment before nodding.

“Yeah, I need to go shopping for something. He only called me out because he knows I tend to avoid his parties. I always feel kinda out of place around everyone.” You admit, pulling away and cleaning up your workbench a bit so that you can play off your admission like it’s not a big deal. Sam doesn’t say anything, just waits patiently and frowns, but he plasters a smile on his face before you can see.

“Well, let’s go! I should get a suit in some wild color just to piss Stark off.” His grin is genuine and mischievous, and you laugh as you turn and meet his eyes.

“Definitely a great plan. Let me get in some clean clothes then we’ll go.” You grin back at him and head out, leaving him to shut the lights off and lock the door; or rather, have F.R.I.D.A.Y. do it, but still.

Going shopping was a mistake. You’d been to three stores so far, ignored the judgmental looks from the sales staff that clearly said you didn’t belong, and endured the dress zippers and fabrics all getting caught on your curvy frame.

“None of this stuff fits, Sam.” You whisper as you stare at yourself in the dressing room mirror, dress half-zipped, stuck at your hip. This is the fourth dress you’ve tried on in this store and none have worked so far. You want to scream, rip up the dresses, and disappear. You slip this one off and tug on your street clothes, not noticing Sam in the dressing room with you at first.

“Life is way too short to spend another day at war with yourself babygirl.” Sam murmurs, coming up behind you and resting his hands on your waist, meeting your eyes in your mirror. His voice makes you jump, his touch surprising you, and tears well in your eyes as you shake your head, sniffling.

“I don’t know how not to, Sam. I can ignore it most of the time, but times like these, when Tony wants to throw fancy parties, when I have to go shopping and dress up, I… I can’t.” Your tears roll down your face and Sam whirls you around, cupping your face in his hands.

“I’ll be right there with you, princess. Wear whatever you want. Hell, I’ll find someone that will make your dress specifically for you, if that’s what you want. Please, just don’t cry beautiful.” His voice cracks, saddened, and you sniffle, reaching up to wipe at your face.

“Sam, stop, it’s fine. I don’t expect you to do anything like that, I just won’t go to the party. It’s not a big deal.” You try to pull away but Sam follows, shaking his head.

“I need you to look at me, (Y/N). Please.” His plea breaks whatever will you have and you meet his eyes, which are almost as teary as your own. “You are gorgeous. You don’t need these damn clothes from these stupid stores that don’t like making clothes for anyone above a size zero. You take my breath away every day, whether you’re wearing a tanktop and shorts, covered in grease and oil from working on my wings, or long sleeves and jeans on a cold day. Hell, you could wear a flour sack and you’d still steal my heart every time. Wear what makes you feel good, and ignore everyone else. I love you, (Y/N), and it kills me to see you hurting like this.” His admission stops you cold and your breath catches in your throat, not sure what to say.

“You… You love me, Sam?” You whisper, eyes pleading with him that this isn’t a joke, that he’s being honest. You’re not sure if you can handle him toying with your emotions. Sam smiles softly at you and leans in slowly, giving you time to pull away. When you don’t, Sam presses his lips to yours, conveying all manner of unspoken emotions, and you’re so shocked that you don’t really kiss back. He starts to pull away, taking your non-response as rejection, but you surge forward and kiss him, making Sam chuckle quietly at your eagerness.

“Believe me, babygirl?” He asks when you break apart, grinning brightly at you. You flush, embarrassed by your brazenness, but nod, smiling shyly at him.

“Yeah, I believe you Sam. And uh, I kind of love you too. Just in case you didn’t know.” You declare, and Sam smirks, his eyes dancing.

“I had a guess, from that fiery kiss you just gave me, but it’s good to hear it out loud. Now, let’s go home, we can watch movies or something instead of going to Tony’s lame-ass party.” He suggests, but you surprise him when you shake your head.

“Nah, there’s a consignment shop around the corner, they usually have some cool prom dresses and stuff in my size, we can check there for something. And find you your crazy-colored suit.” You tease, wiping the last of the tears from your eyes, and Sam laughs, pressing a kiss to your temple as you walk out of the dressing room area, his arm over your shoulders.

“Anything for you babygirl.” He promises, and you hold your head a little higher, feeling ready to take on whatever the day, and Tony’s party, has to throw at you.

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cherry-pixels · 5 years

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Another tagged thingie; 20 Questions

I was tagged for this by @raesand

nickname: Mer and Cherry.

zodiac: Gemini

height: 5′9′’

last movie i saw: Lego Batman movie I think (???)

last thing googled: Bestron DSW271 (I was in the mood for waffles and I would this adorable waffle-maker that was pastel yellow and made heart shaped waffles)

favorite musician: I don’t really have a favorite I switch a lot depending on my mood, I enjoy the band Mother Mother a lot.

song stuck in my head: The intro song to ‘Taarten van Abel’ (a dutch tv show about a baker that does around baking cakes with kids who want to talk about their troubles and say sorry or ask their crush out or thank someone and their bake a cake for the person it’s very wholesome)

other blogs: I have an art blog @blueberry-pixels , an oc blog @watermelon-pixels , an aesthetic inspo blog @grape-pixels a blog I use for art tips and brushes @apple-pixels and a sims 4 cc finds blog @plumbob-pixels .

do I get asks: Not really sometimes a few on my art blog when I reblog an art meme thing but besides that I never really get any asks :<

following: 2964 I’m not even sure which are active anymore and I am too lazy to go clean it up.

amount of sleep: Depends I at least sleep like 7 hours on average but I fall asleep once I snooze my alarm again and go to bed way too late

lucky number: 7 and 24

what i’m wearing: Black Adidas sport pants, black t-shirt and a flannel sleep shirt .

dream job: I don’t know I’d love to be able to make art or work as a concept artist for something like games or animation movies, my mom says I could make a good art teacher or work with kids.

dream trip: There are countries I’d love to visit like Japan, Scotland, England, Ireland, Sweden, Norway maybe Korea but I’m good. Traveling makes me anxious and I have time enough to maybe visit some of them one day.

favorite food: I love this potato oven dish my dad makes with sliced potato, grind meat lots of spices, onions, garlic, tomato’s other stuff IT’S THE GOOD KUSH, Zucchini boats, Lasagna I really love oven dishes especially when they come out of the wood stove.

play any instruments: I can play the first notes of Father Jacob and the first notes to the Elven Lied intro and that’s about all my musical talent

languages: I can speak Dutch, English, bit of German and French from what I remember from school and duolingo and about 8 hours worth of Spanish that we got before going to Valencia with my college class.

random fact: I cut off one of my pigtails when I was a toddler the day the Swedish Author Astrid Lindgren Died. My mom was very upset about the news as I was such a bit Pippi Longstocking fan. I hid under my little arts and crafts desk with a pair of scissors and my Pippi doll. The table was in the livingroom and my mom heard me cutting something and I came out under the table with one red pigtail on one side and a red stump on the other where I cut it above the elastic with the scissors, hair and doll hidden behind my back. My mom asked what I did and I replied with nothing as my dad behind me on the couch saw what I was holding. My parents weren’t mad at me cause they felt that was my way to say goodbye to Astrid.

(I kinda want to make a comic out of this too)

describe yourself as aesthetic things: Ivy overgrowing a wall (Ivy is literally infiltrating my room through every possible crack it can find), animal skulls fossils and crystals (my house is filled with them), Buttons and pins covering a leather jacket with paint splotches on it (my previous leather jacket was just like that but then the zipper broke and it was fake leather and started to peal and look ugly rip) Discolored Polaroid pics (yea I just have a ton of those cause my Polaroid camera is second hand but I kinda like the discoloration a lot there pics of my gf and with her an me and my cat) dress shirts with butterfly wing collars or collar pins, Ripped and distressed mom jeans with fishnets and doc Marten boots. Demin clothes with embroidered flowers and insects and plants (I just really dig that shit oke) Those stim videos of wax seals with dried flowers, those paint mix stim vids with gold, green and blue paint tones. And last but not least the color yellow.

I tag: @soulkiba @watercolor-papercranes, @warriorvolga, @the-pigeon-queen, @inquisi-daar @lisavijver and whomever else would like to do this idk who’s already been tagged.

#tagged #about me

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bi-writes · 6 years

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say it first — peter parker

category: requested one-shot by @midtownsciences summary: “i dream of what we could be if we grow,” warnings: maybe language, a lotta fluff word count: 2,782

A/N: this took me way too long and i got carried away but im in love with it so whatever !!!

not my gif

masterlist

song inspiration: say it first by sam smith

i never feel like this i’m used to emptiness in my heart and in my arms

There she is, he thought. She’s here, oh God, she’s here.

Sitting at one of the many lab counters, there you sat. Hair spilling off one shoulder, eyes focused on the equations in front of you, your bottom lip rolling between your teeth.

What was life like before you? What was it like to live in a world where he didn’t know you?

Before you, he never gazed at the stars. Before you, he never looked a little longer at the paintings in the hallway, he never smelled the cookies before he ate them. Before you, he never noticed the patch of grass dying in a field of green, the sunlight covered by the shadow of a flagpole. Before you, life just went by in fast moments; now, it was like it was all in slow motion, giving him time to appreciate all the little things.

you’re not what i’m used to you keep my guessing with things that you do i hope that they’re true

“Peter? Are you okay?”

He was sitting underneath a tree alongside the football field. It was such a cold day. The shadows made it even cooler, but his sweater kept him warm. The concerned expression you held made him even warmer.

“W-What? Yeah,” he stuttered. “I-I’m okay.”

You bit your lip as you gazed at the book in his lap, his curls tucked neatly behind his ears. He looked lonely, but he didn’t seem sad. You pointed to the spot beside him where his backpack sat, meeting his gaze.

“May I?” You asked. Peter followed your finger, his mouth parting a little. When he realized what you were asking, he scrambled to clear his things. You dropped your hand as he fumbled to move his backpack, and you giggled when he didn’t realize the zipper was open. His books tumbled out, and his cheeks went bright red as he shoved them aside to make room for you. Beside the clear spot now was a mess of crumpled papers, books, and a crushed backpack. “Uh, thanks.”

You tucked yourself into the spot neatly, setting your own bag down beside his things. You nudged the book in his hands, “What are you reading?”

Peter took a few glances at you as he showed you the cover, “Uh, it’s...it’s stupid.”

“Chemistry?” You read aloud. He nodded his head, reaching one hand up to scratch the back of his neck. You smiled a little, shaking your head. “It’s not stupid.”

Peter met your smile with his own, the reddening of his cheeks coming back full force. You let your shoulder touch his, your head falling to rest against him. Peter swallowed thickly, his heart racing quicker than normal. The day was cold, the sky was dark, but there was nothing but spring and summer in his eyes.

‘cause i’m never gonna heal my past if i run every time it starts so i need to know if i’m in this alone

Those curls were familiar. You stood up from your place on the ground, clutching the bouquet of flowers you carried a little tighter. You stepped carefully in the grass, mindful of the precious stones in your path.

He could hear someone behind him, despite how quiet you were. He was sitting with his legs crossed, his chin against his chest so his head hung low. He wouldn’t dare look up; he didn’t want anyone to really see him.

You knelt down beside him, twirling the daises in your hand. He could smell your lovely perfume, like blossoms and lavender goodness, and he knew it was you.

“I probably shouldn’t be bothering you here,” you said softly. “But I just thought I’d leave some of these here.”

You took a glance at the stone he sat in front of, leaning over to place a few daises against it. Peter looked up finally, his eyes rimmed with red and his cheeks pale. You carefully arranged the flowers to look pretty, and when you looked back at him, you gave him a sad smile.

“W-What are you doing here?” Peter stuttered, moving to wipe his tears. He was embarrassed almost, but you admired him. Most boys didn’t like to be vulnerable in front of anyone. You took it into consideration.

“I like to come here sometimes,” you shrugged your shoulders, speaking gentle. “Visit people that don’t have anyone.”

Peter sniffled, and your smile faded. You opened your arms a little, hesitantly. Peter didn’t wait to fall into them, his forehead resting in the crook of your neck as he finally relaxed. This level of comfort was too much, and it wasn’t long before he felt his heart swelling with hurt. He was crying again, letting out tears he didn’t know he was still holding in.

“It’s okay, Peter,” you cooed. “It’s gonna be okay.”

“I just miss him,” he croaked. “He deserved to be here. He deserved so much better.”

You glanced at the stones again, and you just pulled him closer to you. Peter didn’t know it then, but this amount of absolute familiarity and comfort was not something he ever felt with anyone else. He was falling in love, but he didn’t know it.

come on, baby, say it first i need to hear you say those words if i’m all that you desire

“This is what little kids do, Peter,” you groaned. “I’m not as...you know agile, as I used to be.”

“Well, you’re not an old lady,” he laughed. “Come on, I promise I’ll catch you if you fall.”

“Oh, well, then in that case,” you scoffed sarcastically. Peter shifted onto the first branch, pulling himself up with ease and a smoothness you only saw in movies. You watched in awe as he swung up onto the second branch, his fingers never slipping.

“Well, don’t just stand there, (y/n),” he chuckled. “Get to work.”

You let out a huff as you grabbed onto the first branch. You put your foot against the trunk, feeling around for a good spot before latching both hands onto the wood. You struggled to hoist yourself up as you muttered, “This is so ridiculous, I’m gonna die.”

“Come on, slow poke!” Peter called down. You looked up, frowning when you noticed how high he had already gotten. He was sitting on one of the highest branches, swinging his legs in time with the wind. You scoffed.

“What the hell are you?” You whispered, hopping onto the second branch. You couldn’t know that Peter could hear you, and he was smiling to himself as he watched you struggle to climb the rest of the way. When you were just underneath him, you were sweating a little and your cheeks were red with exhaustion. Peter took you by surprise, grabbing onto your wrists and pulling your weight to lift you beside him. You squealed almost, and as soon as you were sitting, you clutched onto him in fear. “Don’t do that, Peter!”

Peter laughed a little, and for a moment, both of you were staring at each other. Him, looking down with big doe eyes, and you, looking up at him through dark lashes. You were the one to break the silence, words on the tip of your tongue that you wanted to let out.

“You must’ve been born in the wild,” you commented. “Like Tarzan.”

Peter let out another laugh, his fingers shaking a little as he looked anywhere but your eyes. You were too beautiful, with the sunlight hitting you through the cracks between the leaves. He was too nervous, and the time wasn’t right. Although, he just wanted to say something so bad.

What was it that he wanted to say?

i need to hear you say it first come one, baby, do your worst i know you’ll take me higher so come on, darling if you love me, say it first

“He’s here, (y/n)!” Your mom had been calling you down for a few minutes now, but you were too busy looking in the mirror. Your body was tickling with nervousness.

Screw it, you decided.

You made your way down the stairs, and your mother sighed with relief when she saw you finally coming; she hurried into the kitchen to grab her cell phone for pictures. Peter was too interested in a picture of you sitting on the mantle of the fireplace to notice you coming. You let out a nervous laugh, and he finally turned his head.

Like almost every time he saw you, his eyes went wide and large. He swallowed the lump in his throat, and you smiled at him as you tucked a loose hair behind your ear, revealing the glittering earrings hanging.

“Hi, Peter,” you said shakily. Peter opened his mouth to say something, but he lost his words. You looked so stunning in a mini-dress of your favorite color. He always thought that color looked good on you, but he never realized how perfect it suited you until now.

“H-Hi,” he managed to let out. He spun on his heels to grab the corsage he had bought for you, but he tripped on the fabric of the rug and stumbled a little. You put a hand over your mouth to stifle a laugh, and his cheeks went a familiar red as he opened the plastic packaging. “I-I got this for you.”

You held out your left hand to him, and his eyes flickered to yours for a moment before he carefully began to slip the band onto your wrist. Your fingers were touching, his skin sliding against yours as he secured the elastic. He moved to pull his hand away, but you took the opportunity and slid your hand between his, squeezing his palm as you met his gaze.

“Ready?” You asked. Peter couldn’t find his words again, but he knew the answer, and you received it through his starry-eyed expression.

I’ll always be ready as long as I’m with you.

i know you’re right for me but i’m waiting for everything in your world to align with my world

“Okay, Mr. Parker. This is the grand finale question. A matter between life and death. Are—you—ready?”

He took a deep breath, a concentrated look on his face, dramatic tension in his shoulders. “Hit me with it.”

“Which element has the most electronegativity?”

“Fluorine,” Peter replied. You threw your hands up, making jazz hands as a smile broke out onto his face.

“Ding, ding, ding!” You sang. “Peter Parker wins! And the crowd goes wild!”

You imitated fireworks and applause and a cheering audience, and Peter was a blushing mess as you gathered up the study guide in front of you, using it to make it rain chemistry questions as you threw them into the air. You both started laughing, and you scooted close to him.

You leaned your head against his shoulder, your favorite thing to do, and let out a sigh of relief. The atmosphere grew calm again, light with something more than just two best friends studying for an upcoming exam.

You looked up at him, giving him a smile when you realized he was already staring at you. If he could have blushed any harder, you knew he would’ve. Your heart was already beating faster, and you felt that airiness in your belly that you always felt around him. You were tired of ignoring it.

In a quick move of confidence, you closed the distance. Kissing him soft, you shut your eyes as you felt one of his hands cradle the back of your head, holding you in place as he savored the feeling. When you pulled away, there were stars in eyes. Like always.

i think of you while i sleep i dream of what we could be if we grow together unfold

Peter leaned against the bricks, pulling off his mask as he slid down the wall. He fell against the floor of the metal fire escape, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he caught his breath. When he had settled down, he peeked up through the window again.

You were asleep. Not intentionally, that much was evident. You were asleep on top of the white duvet, still in your day clothes. You hair was spilled over your pillow in all directions, a pencil behind your ear and an array of books and papers spread out on your bed where there was room.

Your laptop was still open, but the screen was dark. He figured you had been asleep for awhile now. Peter gave a last glance before he slid his mask back over his head, his wet curls hidden from the world and his eyes alight with focus.

It had been a rough night for the vigilante. Sometimes he saw things he wished he hadn’t seen, been places he wished he hadn’t stepped foot in. He just needed to see you. He just needed to make sure that at the very least, your corner of the world was still okay.

come on baby, say it first i need to hear you say those words if i’m all that you desire i promise there’ll be fire

He didn’t have to say the words for you to know it. You leaned over the coffee table, brushing his hair away from his face so you could see his eyes better. His large, dark eyes that always held lights in them whenever he would look at you were glittering again.

“I-I got you two sugars and hazelnut creamer,” he stuttered, trying to forget your touch on account of the embarrassing blush already on his cheeks. You smiled at him; he knew your coffee order without you ever having to tell him.

He sat across from you, twirling his hot chocolate with a spoon as he stole glances at you from across. When your eyes would meet, he would cower away, looking at the chemistry reference book in front of him as an excuse.

When it was time to leave, both of you just stared at each other. Standing outside in the New York City cold, shivering in your boots but knowing neither of you had never felt warmer in your lives. You looked up at him, the words just there, but never quite leaving your mouth. Peter could feel them, too.

Different in how you wanted to say it, but alike in that you both had no idea how to say it, or who would say it first. As soon as it was said, everything would change, nothing would be the same, and there would be walls to climb that you weren’t sure you were able enough to get over.

But what was it that you both wanted to say?

i need to hear you say it first come on baby, do your worst i know you’ll take me higher so come on darling if you love me, say it first

You couldn’t speak or breathe. There was nothing to say, nothing that he could tell you that would make it any better. You were frozen in your spot, stuck to the ground, hoping that maybe it would swallow you whole than have to deal with the secrets revealed.

Peter was never one to shrivel up and cower, to kneel before anyone when he was wearing his suit. When he was playing superhero, he was confident and flexible and amazing. He used his powers for good, and he never let corruption get the best of him. He was a whole other person, a whole different personality, but now all he could think about was getting on his knees and begging for forgiveness.

You sat down on his bed. You couldn’t stand, your knees were shaking too much. He knelt at your level, his gloved hands on your knees as he dropped his head in your lap.

“I’m sorry,” was all he could repeat, all he could whisper. “I’m sorry.”

You put your fingers through his matted curls, stroked his scalp as you leaned your head over his. You kissed his skin soft, both of you in tears. Peter, in tears because this was not how he wanted you to find out, and you, in tears because he had kept a secret from you like this for so long. Both in different levels of denial, on the same level of pain.

“It’s okay,” you cooed, shaking your head. You had to understand. For your sake and for his too-good heart, you had to understand.

“It’s okay, Peter...I...I-I love you.”

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fallinfor-youreyes · 6 years

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For the prompt meme, #20 for Rosvolio or Jake/Amy please :)

He loses track of her sometime after 10:30. After the cakehas been served and the bouquet had been tossed, and Romeo and Juliet haddisappeared to some dark corner to start to honeymoon early.

And he’s not actively looking for her, because obviously, justbecause their cousins are officially married doesn’t mean they like each othernow, but she’s been his partner in crime for the past 72 hours. He’s not goingto admit it, but he realizes she’s not within 20 feet of him, and oddly, hemisses her.

Benvolio lets his eyes sweep over the ballroom again, and hespots her, almost hidden from view behind one of the excessively largecenterpiece Juliet’s mother picked out. He plucks two champagne glasses from apassing waiter, ignores Mercutio’s smirk from where he’s chatting withIsabella, and skirts along the edge of the dance floor until he’s able to slideinto the chair next to her.

Rosaline barely even blinks at his arrival.

“My lady.” He says, passing her the champagne flute. She glancesat him for a moment, rolling her eyes with a barely there smile on her face.

“Don’t you have some rich person’s daughter you are supposedto be wooing.” She says, attempting to hold back a yawn.

“Nah. The next item on my agenda is drinking champagne withyou. And if my uncle asks, you are some rich persons daughter.” He winks ather, and she snorts before taking a sip of champagne.

He’s suddenly hit with the urge of wanting to draw her. He’salways known that Rosaline Capulet was beautiful, even if when they were youngit was always in the terrifying sort of way, but here, now, with her make upslightly smudged at the edges and her curls rebelling against the style theywere twisted into earlier, he thinks she looks ethereal.

Her smile is content, and she’s watching Romeo and Julietdancing alone in the middle of room, and Benvolio forgets that aren’t reallysupposed to like each other.

“Wanna dance?”

Rosaline turns to him, resting her head in her hands.

“Hmm?”

He tries to play it cool, even though his ears aredefinitely turning red. “Do you want to dance, Capulet?”

Her eyes soften, and she reaches for his hand. “I think,”she has to pause, overcome with a yawn. “I want to go to bed.”

Laughter bubbles up in his chest. He squeezes her hand,helping her stand. “Alright then, Capulet, let’s get you to bed.”

It’s been an exhausting weekend, full of bachelor andbachelorette parties, last minutes fixes, both of their respective familymembers, and the actual wedding.

Actually, it’s been an exhausting 8 months since Romeo andJuliet dragged both of them off to Vegas to get married, only to have theirparents find out and throw fits until an actual wedding was had.

Benvolio keeps his arm around her waist as they walk over tosay goodnight to their friends, afraid she’ll fall asleep walking if hedoesn’t. He steers her out of the ballroom before her aunt can reach them andforce Rosaline into some other obscure task, and by the time they make it tothe elevator, her head is resting on his shoulder.

“Alright now Ros, wrap your arms around my neck.” Hewhispers, and she laughs slightly, but concedes.

“You know, Montague, we are not the ones getting married.”

He effortlessly scoops her into his arms, and sheimmediately nestles herself back into his shoulder.

“If I let you walk, you’d probably end up killing yourself.”

She makes a noise of agreement, but he’s pretty sure she’salready asleep by the time the doors close. But then, she starts to hum, thesong they danced to earlier in the evening when Romeo and Juliet forced themtogether, and something inside of him cracks.

She’s softer when she’s half asleep. The fact that she’seven letting him this close to her is a test to that.

The elevator stops two floors below theirs, and Rosalineabruptly stops humming. But her eyes are still closed, and her thumb brushesacross the back of his neck.

An older couple steps into the lift, and Benvolio offersthem a smile. The woman’s face lights up, and she pats her husband’s arm, andit’s then that Benvolio realizes what they must look like.

Rosaline is in a white dress, insisted upon by Juliet in herdream of a white wedding, and he’s in his suit, bowtie open. There’s a signdownstairs announcing the wedding, and from the look on the couple’s face, theythink that they are the two who just got married.

“Congratulations!” The woman says as they get off theelevator, and Benvolio hears Rosaline laugh.

He stops in front of her door, and shifts, contemplating howto open it.

“You can put me down, Ben,” She says, more a sleepy sighthat actual words.

“Nonsense. I just need your key. “

She sits up a little and reaches into her bag, unlocking thedoor and offering him a triumphant smile when he kicks the door open.

And then, she’s yawning again, and he’s gently placing heron the bed and taking off her shoes. He crouches down, so he’s not toweringover her. “Do you want some help, with uh.” He coughs, embarrassed, gesturingto the zipper on her dress, hoping she can’t see him turning red in the dimlighting of the room.

She’s half asleep but she can still roll her eyes at him.

“No, I think I have that part myself, Montague.”

“Alright. Goodni—”

He goes to stand, but she grabs his hand. “Thanks. Fortonight. For everything with this wedding. There’s no one I would have ratherbeen stuck with.”

He knows she’s only being so open with him because she’shalf asleep, but he would be lying if he said it didn’t mean something to him.

“You were the best partner in crime, Capulet. Now get somesleep.”

She squeezes his hand one last time before she lets go, andby the time he closes the door she’s fast asleep.

He can still feel the places where she was warm against him,and he’s pretty sure he has a stupid smile on his face, but, he’s going to stopignoring it. He likes Rosaline Capulet. And maybe, she likes him a little bittoo.

#rosvolio #ssc fic #still star crossed #my fic #asks #openmouthwideye #thank you #i went for rosvolio bc i am woefully behind on b99 and didnt think i would be able to do jake and amy justice

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