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kriffingstars · 5 months

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Johnny MacTavish; if i were a worm

pairing: Johnny MacTavish x Price!Reader summary: Would you still love me if I was a worm? warnings: verrrrrry slight age gap (I imagine reader to be around 20, Johnny is 26) a/n: right here we go, new part! follow up to found out will be up next. i’ve been working on it for a few weeks. i’ll be releasing it christmas day, new zealand time. please, please send me some fluffy asks about this fic, I need some drabbles to lighten up the angst I’ve been writing.

“Hey, Sweets?”

You’re lying on Johnny’s sofa, when he moves his body so he’s looking straight up at you, head still in your lap.

You mumble a yes, as your hands still continue to card through his freshly cut mohawk. The two of you had spent the morning messing around in his bathroom, as he instructed you very carefully how to use the clippers.

His blue eyes study your face, as he blurts out, “Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

“Hmm,” is all you give him, as a smile creeps onto your face. You can tell by the way he narrows his eyes at your non-immediate reaction, that’s he’s expecting you to answer with a firm yes.

His smile drops slightly when you make a face, looking slightly disgusted at the thought of worm-Johnny.

“Worms are a good source of protein right?”

Hook. Line. Sinker.

Johnny’s moving faster than you’ve ever seen him, and positions himself opposite you. It’s a bit of a sight. He’s flushed and spluttering as he’s trying to put a sentence together, and his hair is sticking up at all angles.

“You’d eat me?!”

As nonchalantly as you can muster you say, “I mean maybe. Could fry you in some butter and garlic, or deep fry you. That seems a bit more on brand.”

“Yer can’t eat me!” his brows furrow, and his shoulders tense even more as his discontent becomes even more obvious.

Johnny’s a lot of things, but one of the things he’s not, is good at telling when you’re winding him up. He does it constantly to you, and you fall for it most of the time. You’ve also become accustomed to the familiar glint in Johnny’s eye when you know he’s done something. It’s a very similar look that’s in you eyes as your boyfriend throws a fit over you potentially eating hypothetical-worm-Johnny.

“Well you’d be a worm, darling. I couldn’t do much for you, and the cat would probably eat you. At least you’d be in my stomach!”

With a deep breath he claps his hands together, bringing his fingertips up to his lips, and releases the air trying to comprehend what you’ve just said and how you’re trying to justify it.

“Yer meant to say that you’d still love me and you’d build me a little home in one of those glass pot things and I can live on your desk. Not that you’re going to turn me into scran.”

With that last outburst he’s jumping off the sofa, as you hide your glee behind your palm that is currently, firmly pressed to your mouth. You didn’t even need to hide it from Johnny at this point, he was long gone.

After about five minutes you could still hear him clanging in the kitchen, muttering about how well he’d treat you as a worm. You’re trying so incredibly hard to focus on the book you were reading before Johnny joined you on the sofa, intent on distracting you, and keeping him company.

At least payback was amusing. Hopefully he’ll be over it soon enough. Turns out soon enough isn’t now because he’s poking his head back into the living room, firmly set on continuing the conversation.

“You know you should cherish me, even in worm form.”

Looking up from your book you meet your boyfriend’s gaze. He’s certainly calmed down a bit but non the less, annoyed that you haven’t answered his hypothetical question in the loving and tender way he wanted you to.

“Fine, I’ll put you in the terrarium, but I’m giving you back to your mum for Christmas.”

Obviously engaging in the conversation causes Johnny to enter the room completely, hands on hips, ready for another play argument.

You’re not sure what about this conversation but the man in front of you seems to be enjoying this just as much as you are. Despite his displeasure at your ‘in-caring’ words to worm-Johnny.

“Okay, but you’ve got to tell Mam that it’s me because she’ll leave me to fend for myself in the garden.”

Finally finding the conversation coming to the end of its course. You can’t help but take the perfect opportunity to get under his skin once again.

You smile, wait a moment and then peak over the top of your book.

“If your Mum loved you as much as you say she does, she’d recognise you even as a worm.”

What you didn’t expect was Johnny to have had enough of you pulling his leg and scooping you up over his shoulder, as he run through the flat. Socks skidding slightly on the hard wood floor as he rounds the corner, and dropping you unceremoniously onto his bed.

You’re both red in the face now, as you fall into each other, still laughing, before you cup his cheek gently pulling his gaze up to you. Faces inches apart.

“I would love you in any form, I’d just prefer it if I could do this,”

His lips are warm, and the stubble on his cheeks is prickly as you cup your hands around his face. This is the kind of Johnny you try to remember when he’s off on deployment.

Happy, carefree, and completely in love.

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odinsblog · 7 days

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OMG, it’s actually been a minute since I’ve done the whole “dating” thing and … hoo boy

I went out to a jazz club for the first time in forever, with no intention whatsoever of meeting anyone or anything happening. Just me hanging out with myself listening to a band I been meaning to catch up with for a minute now

And then, ya know. Things happened™ and it went from sharing a table at an overcrowded club, to drinks and a few laughs, to my place

Aaaaand ya boi is rusty af

When we got back to my place, after a quick tour, a little small talk and some making out on the couch, she asked where my bathroom was, right?

Then after a few minutes I think I hear my shower running?

And then after about 10 minutes, nothing. Total silence 🤔

And I knock on the door to my bedroom and ask if everything is okay, “you good in there?”

No answer

And for a split second, I wasn’t panicked or anything but I felt like, Idk maybe I should knock harder? And then I was like, Odin you idiot, this is YOUR house, and as I enter the room and I’m going to my right to see if she’s in the bathroom, I look to my left and she’s just …. laying there … butt ass naked on my bed

This how we doin’ it nowadays?

I am not complaining but it was just a little … Idk … for some reason it threw me off (LOL, but only for like 0.0005 seconds)

I don’t recall a bathroom break being the prelude to the bedroom. Not to be crass or anything, but I remember it being more like as soon as you got behind closed doors, all formalities & pretenses dropped right along with all the clothes (JFC, I’m only reaching back less than a couple of years or so). Or has the bathroom thingy always been this way, and I just wasn’t paying attention?

Anyway, I am wayyy outta practice in the mystic ancient art of dating or one night stands or whatever tf this was ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

On the plus side, it’s been a minute since someone made me breakfast (brunch?), so that was a nice change of pace and a nice way to end the date

Disclaimer: no fetuses were harmed in last night’s activities and hopefully none were accidentally created

Over all, 20/10 experience, would recommend 👍🏿👍🏿

#a post about me #date night

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nomtterwhere · 2 years

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it’s jake night!! choose a fluffy prompt or a smutty prompt and send it in for a jake blurb!

“guess what i’m wearing right now” and “why don’t you come over ? i promise you won’t regret it” requested by @iloveprettyboysblog

warnings: no explicit smut but an overall theme of horniness lmao (18+ only!!)

hangman let out a sigh as he glanced at the clock again. this mission debrief was taking a lot longer than he had anticipated and he was itching to get back home to you. he hadn’t seen you in two months and now he was forced to sit in this room going over a pretty routine job.

it was now 20 minutes past when he told you he should be home and he was getting impatient. more importantly, he knew you would be too.

his knee started bouncing with every tick of the second hand of the clock. there was no way you were holding out this long. it was only a matter of time before-

his phone buzzed in his pocket and a slight smirk fought to appear on his face. there it is.

taking a quick look at coyote who was seated beside him and making sure he was properly enthralled with what the admiral was saying, hangman slipped his phone out and opened the text message he already knew was from you.

what he didn’t expect was the first photo that appeared on his phone. he had to take a sharp inhale at the image of your legs in the mirror, neatly crossed one over the other. and that was all you had sent him. the photo was from the waist down and with your legs crossed he couldn’t even tell if you were wearing panties.

guess what i’m wearing right now, the next message to pop up said.

you did this every time he came home from a mission and yet he never tired of it. he shifted in his seat a bit, trying to help the inevitable hardon that was growing underneath his desk and swallowed as his mind raced with the possibilities.

taking one more glance up at the admiral to make it seem like he was paying attention he returned to his phone, typing out a quick response.

hopefully nothing, he had added on a winky face to the message, though it did nothing to properly express the thoughts going through his head right now.

your legs, bare against the sheets only brought back memories of the night before he left when he had those legs wrapped around his neck, eager to get his fill before he was deprived of it for eight weeks.

why don’t you come home and find out? was all your message read, a winky face attached as well.

well, now you were just being mean.

“dismissed.” as soon as that magic word was said, hangman was up and out of his seat faster than anyone could even say goodbye.

phoenix and coyote shared a knowing look as he raced out the door. it was the same story every time. but hangman couldn’t care less what his friends thought. he couldn’t wait to get home and get his hands on you.

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bratshaws · 1 year

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goodness gracious 99. brb x oc

a/n: WEDDING!! NEXT CHAPTER!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOLY FUCK

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

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24 hours before the wedding.

September arrived, quicker than either expected and their wedding was going to happen…in a matter of hours. Both were nervous, but excited. And today the wedding tradition started: the bride and groom would be separated until the wedding, Beatrice would stay with her parents and Rooster would remain at home with Jolene. Both would have their bachelor/bachelorette parties in a few minutes, in fact Beatrice was the one who’d leave the house first much to Rooster’s disappointment.

She looked over her shoulder to where her fiancé - soon to be husband - was leaning against the doorframe with his hands inside his jeans pockets, looking less than pleased, “We’ll only be able to see each other tomorrow at the ceremony?” she smiles apologetically while fixing her hair in a ponytail, “I mean,I know it’s tradition and such but do we have to?”

“I don’t want to either,Roos.” she replies, framing the bangs around her face before turning to him, “But if we don’t, my parents are going to drag me out either way.” Beatrice’s feet take her closer to him and she wraps her arms around his middle and her chin between his pecs to tilt her head up, “Hopefully it won’t take too long.”

Bradley frowns, rubbing the side of her face, “Yeah.” he leans down to kiss her forehead, his mustache tickling the skin, “At least we’ll have our honeymoon the very next day, I guess that can help the absence.”

“Absence makes the heart grow fonder.” she whispers, her soft breathing hitting his neck and collarbones, his own eyes closing with his lips still against her scalp, a smile slowly growing on his face. He presses a few other kisses on her forehead, then her cheekbones then her nose, before he touches them together, “...are you nervous?”

They were going to be married the very next day, after all.

He thinks on it for a second, looking to the side in thought, “...a little.” he admits, the side of his mouth quirking in a grin, “Are you?”

“A little.” They both laugh at her response, her hands coming up to gently touch the fabric of his white tee, “I guess it’s to be expected.” she whispers, rubbing her thumb and forefinger on the edge of his top, feeling the seam against her fingertips, “...I guess I’m more excited than nervous.”

Bradley smirks,leaning his head back to kiss the side of her face, right underneath her jawline, “Me too.” he was about to do more but the furious honking outside their house, followed by the ‘BABES!!’ made him groan and stop, “Your ride is here.” Beatrice giggles, looking up at his unimpressed face and cupping his cheeks, “Is there a rule for kissing before the wedding? Is that bad luck?”

“I don’t think so?”

“Good.” because his lips immediately land on hers, making a soft moan escape her throat and a smile form on her lips as she wraps her arms around his neck and his own around her waist to pick her up. She wasn’t complaining, considering they’d only see each other tomorrow at the ceremony, it seems fitting that they’d kiss each other ‘goodbye’.

Except that nothing with Rooster was that simple, especially when he pressed her back against the wall and her legs wrapped around his waist, the kissing intensifying exponentially with his hand sliding under her top and her own running up his scalp. Her soft moaning was music to his ears, his hands going down to her–

“Bea!” the doorbell rang continuously, Shells’ voice breaking the reverie and making the two of them look to the door, “Babes! Come on! We’re going to be late!” followed by more doorbell pressing, enough to make Rooster groan in annoyance and reluctantly put Beatrice down. The brunette just smiles up at him, and his flushed lips and mussed up hair, reassuring him they’d see each other again soon.

She disappears into the living room to say bye to Jolene, whose tail thumped on the couch vigorously, licking her owner who laughed in response. Once she did that, she grabbed her bag and sunglasses, smiling at her fiancé “Well,I’m going..see you in a few hours. Have fun with your party!” she says quickly, hearing the Buick’s horn blare again, waving Rooster goodbye and stepping out of the house.

Rooster sighed, approaching the windows on each side of the door to watch Beatrice enter the car - after saying hi to the other women there- looking back at the window to wave at him, earning a wave back and a little smile before the Buick disappeared from his view. He tsks, sliding his hands inside his jeans pockets and looking down at Jolene whose huge head nudged itself between his leg and the window, trying to see the car just like he was, “Well…there’s me and you now,Jojo.” he says and the pittie tilts her head up at him, “Wanna join me in my bachelor party? I think the guys wouldn’t mind you there.”

Jolene’s little whine breaks a laugh out of him, who leans down to pet her head and walks away from the window with the pittie following him, her trimmed claws clicking on the floor.

Meanwhile, Shells drove Beatrice and half of the bridesmaids to the Sun’s Retreat, the bride to be watched with amazement as the large white building with giant windows and palm trees came into view - and Evelyn and the other bridesmaids waiting for them outside - “Do you have the flier?” Shells asked and Bea nodded, grabbing it from her purse to show the blonde, “Good, it’s all they need to know you are the bachelorette. And your name, of course.”

Beatrice holds the piece of paper as if it contained secret information, fearing that if she lets it go it’d fly away and they wouldn’t be able to enjoy it. The parking lot is right in front of the spa and there are two spaces saved up for the Bride and her bridesmaids.

As soon as Shells parks her car, Evelyn,Nat and Halo look up from their conversation to see them, “Finally.” Evelyn smiles, watching Beatrice step out of the car - her eyes still wide in amazement - “We were thinking you weren’t coming.”

“I’m sorry, I was um…” she licks her lips, recalling what happened minutes ago, “Getting everything ready.”

Her taller friend didn’t believe her, but didn’t say anything either, just wrapped her arms around Beatrice in a hug as the brunette got closer. After a few seconds of greeting everyone, Beatrice led the group up the stairs that led to the front doors, looking back at the horizon and seeing the view of San Diego below them, they were so far from everything.

Beatrice pushed the doors open, holding the little flier in her hand and approaching the woman at the spa’s front desk, “Hello um,” she gently slid the paper for her to see, “I…um,I’m the bachelorette.” she didn’t know how else to explain it and yet she felt awkward doing so. The lady looked down at the flier than at her, smiling and asking her full name and the names of the others.

It takes a few minutes for everything to be checked, but eventually they are given the green light to go inside and change into the robes. Robes that were so soft it was like a cloud was covering their bodies.

They were led up the stairs to the private rooms, where they’d start the treatments. They could choose which one to do first, looking at Beatrice as she looks at the options on the ‘menu’ she was given, “I…I think a massage might work.” she says after a few seconds of silence, giving her friends a small grin before they were led away.

Beatrice couldn’t believe how Shells pulled this off, she wasn’t complaining, honestly she was doing a great job as her maid of honor. Since there were a lot of women together, they had to be separated into groups of three and four - since there were seven of them.- into two rooms that were only separated by a divisor which would make it easier for them to talk if there was any need to.

The view was amazing, once again they could see the San Diego horizon from the hearse as they all lie down, their robes pooled by the waist as they rested their cheeks on the tiny pillow, “Look at that view.” Bea hears Shells comment, whistling quietly, “It’s almost as worth it as the massage.”

“Well, it is nice.” Beatrice smiles, supporting her chin on her folded arms as she hears the masseuses getting ready. She had never gotten a full massage before, the only time she went to a spa with her nonna all she did was put on mud masks and have her nails painted, “I don’t think I–” she inhales sharply when she feels the woman’s hand on her legs, pressing the muscle, “I-I’ve seen - ow - such a pretty view.”

“Isn’t it? I knew you’d like it.” Shells says with a prideful grin, one that turns into a minimal grimace when her back thighs are pressed on. Meanwhile Evelyn had her eyes closed, thoroughly enjoying the feeling and unlike her friends, only letting out sighs of relief. On the corner of the room, Nat’s quiet noises of pleasure and complaint added to the sounds of joints popping and to the harp music that played on loop on the speakers.

Beatrice however was enjoying it as much as everyone else, eventually letting her eyes drop shut as the continuous rubbing of her muscles slowly lulled her to a short lived nap. She did fall asleep for a little bit, her friends noticing but saying nothing since she’s been so over the place for the wedding these past months, deciding to talk amongst themselves instead.

She had no dreams, she could still hear some of what was being talked about around her, her body was so relaxed she could feel herself melting into the hearse at any moment.

She didn’t know how long she closed her eyes, but by the time she opened them, the ladies were finished with the massage and were ushering them to the mud baths. Beatrice blinked hard, closing the robe and rubbing her hands on her eyes, “I guess I napped for a bit.” she was still slurring her words just a bit, giving her friends a nervous smile as she hopped down from the hearse.

Her body felt…soft, incredibly soft. Like there was air every time she walked instead of solid ground but she didn’t lose her balance. Since the mud baths only allowed two people each room, they had to separate yet again, this time Beatrice and Shells were the ones instead.

The smell of the mud baths was actually not as bad, there was the obvious smell of sulfur but something else, a fragrance was actually floating in the air. The ladies in the room gave the two privacy to remove their robes after putting their hair up, then slowly climbing onto the warm tub “Oh, shit this is warm.” Shells yelps as Beatrice slowly lowers herself into it, feeling a pressure pushing her back, the mud was so dense it felt like she was floating.

“This is really good.” the brunette whispers, disappearing under the mud until it touches her shoulders, giving the woman responsible for the bath a little wave when she left the room. Beatrice turned to Shells,whose head was leaned back on the small teal colored cushion on the back of the tub, “How’s it?”

“I should be asking you that, bride-to-be. How’s it?”

Bea inhaled deeply, the smell of sulfur and the floral scent entering her nose, “...I’m loving it, Shells, thank you.” she grins, getting comfortable inside the tub as the mud surrounds her like a cocoon, “I really appreciate you doing this to me.”

Shells chuckles, removing the hand from under the mud to wave her off, “It’s fine, you are my best friend.” she pauses, looking ahead with her smile faltering, “..You know…” Beatrice turns her head to the blonde in question, “I don’t think I ever told you how much you meant to me…when we met at Northride, well, I wasn’t expecting you to actually befriend me. I thought that it’d be like ‘oh this crazy girl wants to be my friend? That’s fine,I can handle it for a few months.” she chuckles almost sadly, “You were the first one who didn’t leave.”

Beatrice stared at Shells with her eyes wide, “Shells, you never told me that.”

“I didn’t know how to say it to you.” she shrugs the best she could with the mud around her shoulders, “And, you know, eventually we met Ev and the others and then you met my aunt and Melia. And I met your parents and some of your siblings…and…you know, I really care about you. I really do, Bea. You are like…the sister I never had.”

Beatrice’s eyes were stinging with tears but she couldn’t wipe her eyes because of the mud around her limbs, so she just sniffled and blinked hard to make the tears fall faster, “Wow Shells..I-I…I don’t even know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,babes.” Shells smiles and her own eyes are glinting, “I’m happy for you,I genuinely am happy for you. And I knew from the moment I met Rooster you two would be perfect for each other.”

Beatrice sniffles again, giving her friend a teary smile “Yeah?”

“Oh, absolutely, first time I saw him I thought of you. It was just a matter of time and when you wanted to find a job? That’s how I set my plan in motion.”

“Your plan in motion,” Bea giggles, the tears no longer falling as she adjusted herself on the tub, “Well, your plan went very well, don’t you think?”

Shells laughs, tossing her head back when she does so, giving her friend a knowing look, “I just had to push a bit, everything else was on you two kids. It took a long time but now look at you, soon to be Mrs.Bradshaw.” Beatrice’s cheeks redden, her eyes looking down at the mud bath’s surface, watching the tiny bubbles pop with interest.

“Does that mean you’ll soon be Mrs.Floyd?” at that Shells laughed again, even harder, “What? You love him, don’t you?”

“I love my sugarloaf, don’t get me wrong.” Beatrice was surprised at the sudden nickname tossed in the middle, “But…we might wait a little longer, I’m not in a hurry, neither is Bob, so.” the sentence ends with a shrug and another smirk thrown Beatrice’s way, “Evelyn however, I don’t know…Hangman seems eager to pop the question.”

“I heard that!” comes Evelyn’s voice from the beyond, making the two women look around them, “The walls aren’t that thick, I can hear everything you guys are saying.”

Both Beatrice and Shells looked at one another, before their faces contorted, trying to hold back their laughter with no success, cackling at the commentary like children.

“Can I say?” Beatrice’s eyebrow arches when she hears Nat’s voice, “I’ve been a bridesmaid once to my sister but she never gave me a full spa day.”

All of them were now having a full facial treatment, hair treatment and mani pedi in a room with a pool in the middle, surrounded fragrant flowers and peaceful music, with glasses of white wine next to them. Beatrice chuckles, her eyes closed because of the cucumbers on top of them, hair up in a towel after being throroughly washed, “Shells is the one to thank, she managed to pull all of this off.”

“Yeah, about that,”Carmen’s voice adds, “How did you pull this off,Shells? This isn’t easy to do.”

“I have connections. Is all I can say.” the blonde giggles, ‘oooh’ing when she sees one of the women bringing strawberries over, popping one in her mouth and immediately trying to stop the dribble, “Oh it’s juicy!”

“I think it’s great.” Evelyn says,smiling at the cold cloth being gently rubbed over her cheekbones, “I think we all deserved a good spa day and if I know our bride to be, she’d want that as well.” which was true, Beatrice couldn’t imagine a better bachelorette party but one with her friends.

It was Halo’s time to speak then, “It’s really fun,” she sips the wine with a soft hum, fixing the towel on her head before it falls over, “Not only we’ll be glowing at the wedding, we are also relaxed? Couldn’t hope for anything better.”

Beatrice smiles hearing them talk, her hands folded on top of her lap as the cooling mask is still on her face,as were the cucumbers. Her skin care routine was much more simple than what she had here, but she couldn’t complain, her face felt so incredibly hydrated and soft she was sure it’d be shining by the time it was over, “I’m just happy you guys are having fun.” she grins, taking in a deep breath, “I hope Roos is too.”

“I’m sure he is.” Nat adds, “The boys are taking him to a brewery then bar hopping, I told them to not get him too drunk before your wedding. It’d be horrible to have your groom be carried all the way into the venue.”

The women laughed, especially Beatrice who was in reality, missing him terribly. It was very silly, she could handle being without him for months but not for a few hours? Maybe it was because of what this absence meant, she’d only see him by the time of the ceremony and that would take…a few hours. It wasn’t her fault!

Beatrice blinked once she felt the cucumber slices being removed from her eyes, with the cooling mask following. Her face felt tight and smelled delicious, she thanked the woman who removed the facial treatment looking down at her freshly painted nails as well. Nothing too intense, just a light pink almost nude color, but something she felt it’d work since she couldn’t remember the last time she had her nails painted professionally.

“How do you feel?” Evelyn asks on the comfortable white stretcher next to Beatrice.

The brunette sighed, biting her lower lip, “...over the moon.” she laughs, “That’s…how I feel all the time lately.”

Evelyn’s gaze softened, “Good.” her brown eyes followed the lady out of the room and she sent Shells a look, “Now, I know it’s usual for the gifts to be given during the wedding, but,” Beatrice looks up when their blonde friend closes the door behind the women, suddenly grabbing a box that was somehow hidden behind a flower pot.

Beatrice looks at all of them, who now were sitting up and following Shells and Evelyn, almost surrounding Beatrice, “What are you guys doing?”

“Here, it’s just something we felt you’d like.”

Beatrice furrows her brows, grabbing the medium sized box to have a better look, it seems heavy…she hums, gently pulling on the bow and letting it fall to the sides before lifting the lid. Beatrice widens her eyes, looking from the box to her bridesmaids with her lips parted “Oh, guys…” she smiles sweetly, pulling out the piece of clothing with her smile never wavering.

It was a jacket, an aviator jacket, with embroidery on the back. But not any embroidery, it was the depiction of a rooster and the words ‘Mrs.Bradshaw’ in curved white thread right below it, “We figured you’d need one.” comes Nat’s voice from her left, “It might get cold and you know, brides use that.”

Beatrice couldn’t stop staring at it. It hit her, finally, that this was real, this was happening, she is going to become Mrs.Bradshaw in a matter of hours. Her eyes stung with tears as she hugged the jacket close, letting a few tears roll down and smiling more when she felt arms wrapping around her body, giving her more comfort than ever before, “Thank you…I…thank you so much for this.”

“You are welcome.” Halo says, “We mean it, you have no idea how much it means to us too that you stepped into Rooster’s life.”

“Yeah, you two were meant to be.” Nat adds and the words that Mav said months ago repeat in her mind. Meant to be. She always believed there were soulmates but she didn’t think she’d have one and yet…there she is, with a soulmate. Cheesy and if she told Rooster that he’d laugh but undoubtedly agree with her.

When they all broke the hug, Beatrice kept on looking at the aviator jacket, smiling so bright it’d break the sun as Rooster would say. And speaking of him, the usual ringtone that signaled his messages - a short rendition of Time After Time - popped in, but the others were too busy talking amongst themselves to pay attention.

Once Beatrice grabbed the cellphone , there was no rule preventing them from messaging one another, she immediately grinned when she saw it.

It was Jolene, wearing his sunglasses and giving the camera a doggy smile. It seemed like they were either in one of the boys’ houses or somewhere that allowed dogs because she could see Payback looking at the pittie with a little grin while tipping a bottle to his lips

Roos (17:40)

The boys took her in, she’s our little drink buddy ( she’s only drinking water babe and having nice cuts of meat I swear)

Bea (17:43)

Aw!She looks so happy!Pls don’t get her drunk, she’s our ring bearer, Roos.

The second image she gets is of him and Jolene, this time she’s no long wearing his sunglasses and is sitting on his lap, still doggy smiling as Rooster takes the picture. the half of his face showing his pearly whites as he grins

Roos (17:48)

She’s not drunk, the waiters here loved her and are giving her fancy meats I don’t even know the name of!

Roos (17:49)

Anyway,I miss you :(. Are you having fun?

Bea (17:52)

I am, I’m having a lot of fun. Are you?

Roos (17:54)

Yeah,I am…just wish you were here, you know? I know I’ll have to wait until the wedding and that only adds up…but I’ll let you have your fun,gorgeous. I’ll keep you updated on Jolene’s drinking journey. I can’t wait to see you.

Bea (17:56)

I can’t wait to see you either <3 and pls send more pics, it’s really cute. I love you.

Roos (17:59)

I love you too, gorgeous. So much

Beatrice lowered the phone to her lap, then looked out the windows as she saw the sky turn from blue to purples,pinks and reds, the sun slowly disappearing. She turns her eyes to the jacket, following the sewn ‘Mrs.Bradshaw’ on top of the rooster head…yeah…

Soulmates indeed.

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 2 years

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Gurlll are you taking requests? If so i just had a whole thought. What if it's like reader finds out she pregnant and finds out Erik done got a whole family behind her back. Oh and make that shit sad too ~ thx boo

You hastily pull the plastic from the First Response box, ripping it open and pulling out the pee stick. You take your shower and wait the minutes with it dipped in the urine, not really knowing what result you want. One the one hand, it is a hot girl summer. Do you really need a baby on your hip? No drinks? No smokes? A baby would be an unexpected surprise for you. You haven’t even talked children with Erik. Does he like children? He did say he enjoyed having you to himself, just the two of you. He doesn’t seem ready to settle down and make the major changes that a baby would require.

But he adores you. And if he adores you, he has to adore the pieces of you. It’s simple, he has no choice. If the test is positive, he has to GET ready because although unexpected, the baby will be just as much his responsibility. Maybe it’s good thing.. Maybe, this baby will bring the two of you even closer. Maybe it’s time.

Peaking at the pee stick indicator, it feels a lot like tossing a coin. Heads or tails. Not pregnant. Pregnant.

It’s two lines. Unmistakenly, that pink line is there.

You sigh full of nervous energy. It feels like a big step, one that makes you take deep breaths while absorbing the fact that things might change. You don’t quite know how, but that’s where the anxiety comes in.

Who should you tell first, Erik or your mother? Your mother of course, she’ll help you and give you some good advice. She’s going to freak out. She’ll be so excited, she said she wanted grandchildren.. you just didn’t think she’d be getting one so soon...

You hope Erik’s happy like the fathers that you’ve seen in the videos. You never know though. News this big can be shocking, you’ve seen men freeze as well. If he isn’t initially excited, but is instead stunned and unable to process, you’ll try to be patient and help it to sink in. Either way, you two have got to talk. In less than one year, you’ll be parents.

It sounds so weird to say, you’re gonna be a mommy to a little newborn baby who hopefully looks like the both of you. You’re gonna give birth and bring a life, no, a SOUL into this earth. How beautiful is that? You’re gonna get to feed them and teach them and cuddle. You’ll dress them and style their hair. You’ll have so many firsts with them that you’ll get to laugh about. It’ll be a whole new world filled with pure love from a pure being who will look at you like you’re absolutely perfect as you are. The thought has you falling in love with your baby already. And in nine months, you’ll get to meet them face to face and say the words: I love you.

What’s gonna happen with the three of you as a family unit? Erik has said over and over that he loves you and wants to be with you. Only you. You hope he means it as much as he says it.

“Babygirl! Baby, where you at,” you hear him call from the kitchen of your studio apartment. His voice moves around getting closer and farther at the same time. “I wanna see you.”

“You’re early! Give me 20 minutes, I’m in the bathroom.”

“No rush,” he knocks on the door backing away. He’s an hour early, you haven’t even had time to get dressed for dinner, it’s 5pm. Reservations are for 7pm. Hurriedly, you dispose of the trash but keep the indicator stick for future use. You won’t tell him the news tonight. You’ll wait until the time is right.. after you’ve told your mother and when you’re ready to discuss it all properly. The knowledge of it is too fresh right now, you need to sit with it.

Once out the bathroom you find him chillin on the couch. He looks up, jumping up to hold you, his arms gentle around your waist, cheek resting comfortably on your hair. He softly rocks you, smelling like the feint sweat of the day mixed with his cologne. He actually smells really good, like a hardworking man with a good job should.

“Stop,” you bump his hand playfully when he acts as if he’ll pull your robe open.

“You mind if I shower? Long day, I know I’m a lil sweaty.”

“Mm,” you lean back holding your tongue. Would it be weird if you said you like it? Big tall sweaty sexy man? “Of course, go ahead. I’ll get dressed,” you point toward the bedroom. Your body follows the direction of your thumbs and you push dresses out of your way on the closet rack to find the perfect outfit, a red form-fitting dress with red pumps and the diamond hoop earrings he bought you for Valentine’s Day. He couldn’t meet you. He was busy with work, but he cared enough to plan the gift delivery. You refresh your curly kinky fro and pick the roots for extra volume, then you put on your red Fenty lipstick and head back into the bathroom to apply your lashes. “How was work,” you ask over the sound of the water. You’d think he were drinking it or drowning. “Nevermind,” you smirk fixing the outline of your lips.

“Ugh, long day baby.. the hospital is always crazy,” he sniffs. “Paid your rent today by the way. How’s your tire holding up? Do you think you need to replace it?”

“Not right now, it’s holding up and you know I’ve got that donut in the trunk.”

“But I wouldn’t let you drive on a donut, what kind of man would I be?”

You smile though he’s steaming the mirror. You can’t see your reflection to do anything else in the bathroom mirror so it’s time to go.

“Hurry up, I’m ready.” You head into the living area spotting his bag on the couch. He probably has his cologne in there. You keep meaning to check the brand, it smells so good on him. Maybe you’ll surprise him with a new bottle and he’ll tell you how thoughtful you are and you’ll kiss and do some other thingss.. you giggle opening the bag and finding what you were searching for. It’s that Oakcha brand surprisingly. You sniff it to be sure and it’s the exact scent. Just as you expected, he could use some more. You put it back. There’s also an iphone in the bag. You turn it on, it’s charged but there’s a passcode and you can’t go any further. It’s not his phone. Well, it’s not the phone he uses.. this one looks new and updated, you have never seen this phone. His is a much older android since he’s not big on technology. All he needs is a number to call and text and his email, he’s not into fancy cameras or social networking. That’s actually something you love. He’s off the map/off the internet. He’s real and concerned with what’s in front of him. It’s refreshing. That’s why you’re wondering, what’s this? Is it his? Since when?

“What you doing,” he asks watching you stare into his bag. You hadn’t known he was out of the shower.

“Looking for something,” you zip it back turning with a mischievous smile. He approaches slowly, watching you.

“Did you need something? Because I got everything you need.. right here! C’mere girl!” He pounces and you giggle madly when we sweeps you into his arms, his mouth tickling your neck in kisses. He smacks your ass, rubbing it through your dress. “You look too good right now, maybe we should skip dinner and have dinner here.. I could eat if you catch my drift.”

“Shush,” you touch his lips silencing him. “I’ve been trying to go out all week with you, you’re not keeping me here.”

“Fair enough, let me get dressed,” he marches grabbing up his bag where there’s also a change of clothes. You grab his ass through the towel. “Don’t start nothin you ain’t ready to finish,” he warns slipping his black briefs on under the fluffy white towel. He dresses fairly quickly in a smart business casual shirt/tie/slacks combo while you figure out when the best time to ask him about the phone will be. You’ll ask him at dinner, that way you can ease it in there. It’s likely for work, your job gives you a phone too and at a hospital it would make sense for a doctor to have a private number solely for emergencies..

He drives and the two of you ride to the rooftop restaurant over most expensive hotel in the city where he proceeds to spoil you with whatever you want as usual. You don’t explain why you don’t want wine, instead pressing that you’d rather have water.

“Babe, I’ve been a little dehydrated lately,” you say and it changes his course. Now he’s on the water train and encouraging it. “Babe, I’ve got something to ask you,” you lay your fork down looking at him evenly as he searches your eyes in question.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Whose phone was that in your bag?” The question hangs in the air as it visibly caught him off guard. He collects his thoughts and resumes eating.

“That’s my work phone,” he explains just as you thought. You nod, clearing it from your mind, good man, good job, good food, great night. Everything’s going well, the only thing that could make it better is if you told him your news and he got so excited he proposed. Is that too much? Too soon? The relationship feels like you two are headed in that direction, you’ve been patient hoping that he’ll go for it. Don’t even ask you, just do it. You’ll say yes especially now that you have his baby. It’s a hard secret to keep. You sip your water to fill your mouth.

“How was work for you,” he asks and you tell him all about your day working from home. You used part of your lunch break to buy the pregnancy test. That part you leave out. The two of you eat and dance to the light and jazzy music watching the stars on the way back to your studio where you spend the next hour having the most spiritual, orgasmic sex. The moment you’re in the door, you pull at his tie so his lips smash into yours. Your hands grip his neatly braided locs, messing them up and sliding down his prickly throat while he tugs your dress over your head. You make quick work of his button up and then his belt buckle followed by his pants, pulling them impatiently as he hops and you snicker. You get as far as the kitchen counter. His body is heavy on yours pressing you into the counter and leaning you back to kiss and nip at your cleavage up to your neck and back. Your front clasp unhooks in his hand allowing the bra to fall. His hand slips into the front of your black thong rubbing, his fingers getting sucked inside of you as you hold his head, his mouth suckling your nipple, arousing you to desire more.

His tongue pushing in your mouth is distracting, he loves to kiss and he’s good at it. Your legs go up and wrap around his waist while he pushes into you, your panties pushed to the side as he breathes into your mouth. This is how you got pregnant in the first place, He strokes your thighs and kisses your neck, holding you with gentle authority. Talking you through it when you feel that spark. Telling you to “Let it out. Let it baby, let it out. Good girl. Good girl. Cum for daddy. Cum on daddy’s dick. Ooh.. Good girl, baby.”

For an hour.. until he sees the time. “Shit,” he jumps but then remembers you and kisses your forehead sliding out of your sacredness gently. “I gotta go, I gotta get back. I just came by.. I wanted to see you.”

You nod understanding. He’s a surgeon at a prolific hospital with a lot of clients who need round the clock care. He pulls 48 hr shifts.

“I’ll make it up to you,” he rushes throwing his stuff into his bag and pulling his clothes back on sloppily. He turns back from the door to give you one kiss. “Sweet,” he smiles. “I’ll call you.”

Just like that he’s out the door again. You rest on the countertop collecting yourself and breathe wondering when you’ll next see him. You should probably tell him soon.. In the meantime you call your mom and like you thought.. she’s excited. The thing is she thinks Erik should bite the bullet and commit, but she agrees you shouldn’t push him. She says to tell him soon. The longer you wait, the more convoluted things can get and you want the relationship to remain in a good place. You decide.. you’ll tell him in a week. You’ll plan a reveal and hopefully.. it’s alll you’ve dreamed of. In fact, the thought has you excited and planning already. You have notes in your phone of how you’ll do it. You spend the rest of the night after your brief shower thinking about it and playing it out in your mind down to his reaction.

When your phone rings in the middle of the night, you sleepily check the contact and smile. Erik must’ve been thinking about you too. He must’ve gotten a break at the hospital.

“Hey baby,” you smile rolling over to get even more comfortable.

“I’ll say this one time,” a woman’s voice responds to your surprise. “Stay away from my fucking husband or I WILL kill you.”

“Who is this?!” You sit up thoroughly confused at who could be playing on his phone.

“I’m the wife, bitch. Surprise surprise! This is MY family you’re fucking with and I don’t appreciate you calling and fucking my man. He may fuck you in provate but then he comes back to me and youo know why, bitch? This is his home.. with his two kids and his WIFE.”

“Where is Erik,” you demand getting angry.

“Beside me looking stupid as hell. You wanna say something,” she asks. You don’t want to believe it. You listen closely and it’s his voice in the background.. denying you. Saying he never fucked with you and that she’s crazy because he barely knows you. He took your number to be nice and she’s trippin right now. “I’m tripping,” she fusses and suddenly you’re the third party to their argument. “I don’t know what he told you,” she says, “But know he’s not leaving his wife and children for some bitch he doesn’t claim. Now I’m assuming you didn’t know because he ain’t SHIT.. and because of that I’m not there in that little shoebox he’s been taking money out of MY kids’ mouths to pay for.. whooping your ass. I’m deleting your number from this lil beat up drug phone and-”

The call drops. You don’t call back. You sit up instead staying awake throughout the rest of the night. Scenarios go through your mind. Should you call back and tell him off? If it’s her, do you apologize? You don’t want to talk to her at all. You don’t even want to talk to him. What about the baby? Should you still tell him? Do you even want him in your life and the baby’s life after hearing the things you just heard? You wipe the tears from your eyes and swallow the knot in your throat. Should you call your mom back to talk? No, you don’t really want to talk about this, it feels like a fresh wound. You slide back under the covers and look at your phone rethinking everything he’s ever said and texted to you. Never did you think it would be you in this situation. You never knew people could lie that thouroughly with no care for anyone but themselves. All the wasted time, every kind and lovely word, every I love you, every kiss and gentle touch,, was part of a crafted lie. What else had he lied about?

Somewhere in their arguing, you heard the woman call him N’Jadaka.

You scour the internet on a whim trying different spellings and it takes you the next hour but your searches finally produce social media accounts that are public. Pictures of two kids fill the albums along with random tired memes and then there’s a beautiful woman posing with the two kids. It takes some zooming because he has no selfies posted, but in the mirror reflection of the photo with the woman smiling between two small kids, you see his face. You wipe your eyes again and again until they’re raw.

You stare at that picture realizing that the child you’re pregnant with will never know him the way the kids in the photo know him. You won’t give him the chance. In fact, you don’t want him to be the father at all. The thought of him still being inside of you makes you itch. The love you thought was secured is something you never had and it hurts to be reminded. So you make a decision. No more. No more ties, no more Erik, no more baby. You’ll make an appointment tomorrow with Planned Parenthood.

The next morning you get to work in your living room with the decision in your head. Keep the baby or abort it. You already told your mom about the baby. You were so excited thinking about having a family, but now.. you scream silently pressing your temples while on a conference call with your camera off. You find the number online for planned parenthood and step away from your laptop to call scheduling an appointment. Though that part is done, you don't feel any better. You don't feel peace. You feel anger and like you're losing everything at once. It's overwhelming to feel that and work at the same time. He's taken so much from you.

You hear a baby coo loudly and Meagan apologizes and mutes her mic. The timing of it gives you second thoughts. Do you really want to lose this baby? All because of him, why should you? Just because he's a mess doesn't mean you shouldn't have this kid. Good things come from fucked up situations all the time. You decide you'll keep the appointment but that baby is coming into the world. You wanna meet them and love on them. You want to feel the pure love radiating from your blessing and take care of a tiny angel even if it's alone. You'll do it. Just you and your baby.

You decide to take a brief walk into the outside air to ground yourself and your thoughts. I walk down the steps, thinking steps ahead. Preparedness. Pregnancy books. Lamaze. And in a stroke of clumsiness, you fall. You fall down one flight of stairs and then another.. into a concussion.

You wake up in a hospital where they're afraid to tell you the news.. the news that you already suspect and have been laying in the hospital bed crying over.

You miscarried.

The End

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astral-athame · 2 months

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((Life for me has pretty much been: Wake up at 8am. Desperately try to get more sleep until 9 (usually I doze off for, like, 2 or 3 minutes at a time and that's it). Get ready for work. Leave between 9:30 and 9:45. Work from 10-1:30-ish (it's supposed to be until 1:15 but I'm never out of there on time). Get home around 1:45. Leave for work part 2 around 2:30. That goes from at least 3-7, usually closer to 7:20 when I finally leave (sometimes stay until 8 or 9). Get home between 7:30 and 7:45. Make a quick dinner, shower, etc. Around 8:30, watch Ba.tt.le.st.ar Gal.act.ica with a couple of friends (if things work out, this couple may eventually be more than just my friends, but we'll see how that goes ^^;) until about 10:30, then chat with them for a bit after that, usually until almost 11. Bedtime routine (wash face, brush teeth, etc etc). Then stare at drafts until midnight when I realize I need to get to bed because I know I'll be up earlier than I need to be. Then the weekends have consisted a lot of babysitting, running errands, and trying to finish unpacking here and there because it's been 4 months and finding time to unpack has been a pain in the ass with everything that's constantly going on. Also, I spent 3 hours on Saturday putting together a kitchen cabinet- thankfully we have extra screwdrivers because the phillip's-head screwdriver they included was such bad quality that it was messed up and unusable less than half an hour in because the metal of it was so soft -_-

ANYWAY- Work both shifts the rest of the week (except Friday, but only because I don't have to do the second shift, still have the first). Saturday we're going out for my dad's birthday (which was actually last week, but we couldn't make things work for going out last weekend like we'd wanted to). Saturday night is also game night, as usual. Then Sunday I *should* have some free time, but I also desperately need to get some cleaning done that's being semi-neglected throughout the week. So what I'm saying is Sundays are chore days.

If things go well, I should, soon, only be working the first shift in another week or two (with the second shift just being Fridays and when absolutely needed)? Right now both my sister and I are stuck doing the second shift every night (and have been since before mid-winter break last month) because the custodial staff is down two people (one girl broke her leg and has been out since October, I think? And the other has been on temporary (paid) probation since early February while they consider whether or not to fire him and go through all the legal jargon of all of that). But they should be coming to a decision about that soon, I would hope, which would mean that if he gets to come back, then we won't be working nights unless someone calls out. And if he doesn't come back, then they should be hiring someone to fill his place so we'll just have to wait until someone snags the job (hopefully, in that case, they'll offer it to my sister first because usually they try to offer it to substitutes and she really wants it, but we'll see). They're also slowly running out of budget for substitutes, so, that's something to consider, too.

ANYWAY- TL;DR: I've basically had no writing time / personal time and that's why I've not been around. Hopefully work stuff will calm down soon because leaving the house around 9:30am and not really getting to be home until usually after 7:30pm (sometimes 8:30pm or 9:30pm) has been exhausting ^^;

I'll try to be around on Sunday (probably focus on Rogue's blog because I've been writing the fic in my head at work most nights so I have a lot of muse for her AND her blog has been sorely neglected for at least a few months now WHICH MAKES ME SO MAD AT MYSELF). If I can even get one or two asks done, then I'll consider that an accomplishment at this point!

I'm so sorry about the long absence. I'm sorry to everyone for neglecting replies. I'm sorry to everyone I was writing with and haven't had the time / social and physical energy / emotional capacity to reach back out to in a while. That's on me. I dropped the ball on that. I've never been good at ooc communication anyway, tbh. I was really hoping things would be a little bit calmer after I moved, but instead they went in exactly the opposite direction and haven't really slowed down any since November. In fact, they've just gotten more hectic over the last few months ^^;

I adore you all so much and I really do hope that I can get back to writing soon. I've been missing it (and all of you) terribly.

Take care and I'll try to be around soon <3))

#ooc.#long post #((Sorry for the rambling. I've just been gone so long that I feel like you're all owed a proper explanation.))#((I miss being here. I need to stop giving all of my free time away to other people and give myself a couple days a week #that are to focus on myself and writing again.))

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siri-ike · 2 months

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Bellyache pt.2

He'll be fine. He once threw up an entire, live centipede. There's nothing that can keep Mikey down for long. Raph really picked the best twin. Ok, so they aren't really twins, but technically, Leo and Donnie aren't either. They just decided these things based on appearance. Does that make it any less true? Point is he'll be fine. Crabs. What was Mr Bishop saying, something about frogs. Oh no, he's looking at Raph.

"Perhaps you can answer the question." For a moment, he just looked like a baby turtle in headlights. "How do reptiles react to the cold?" Thank goodness he was in Bishops' class and not Lucas's.

"t-tired?" He stutters out hopefully.

"That's correct. Reptiles are cold-blooded and therefore need external heat to stay warm. If it gets too cold, their heart rate slowes down, and they hibernate. This can leave them vulnerable to predators."

Surviving biology was no easy feat now that they're on the chapter focusing on reptiles and amphibians. It seems Bishop only ever calls on them rather than the other students. 'He probably just wants to make sure we're on track with everyone else since we haven't been in school as long as them.' Leo had said. It's like he just can't help but lick the boots of any and all authority figures. Heh. Ya'know, gross metaphors aren't the same without Mikey taking them too far. It's not like he misses him or anything. Raph can handle school. He's been handling school. For, like, almost two months. He's got this. It's just a few hours. Alone.

Donnie missed lunch again. It's weirdly peaceful with just Leo and April. It's a little nice being able to just eat silently while they do their TCRI conspiracies. Lunch was some sort of fish. It doesn't matter. Raph'll eat anything that's put in front of him without much thought. Because any food is energy and energy is violence. Raph loves violence. He really does, honest. Sure, it's been a bit duller since being accepted by the humans, starting school, and legally mandated therapy. And yeah, some nonviolent sports have turned out to be fun, too. But he still dreams of violence, just maybe not every night. But, right now. This isn't a problem he can punch. Nobody hurt his little brother. And Leo's right. It probably was something he ate. He did once try to eat a frog whole, so it was bound to happen.

After they finished their lunch, Leo insisted on bringing some to Donnie in the science room. He'd been examining blood samples from last night. 'Given voluntarily,' he claims. He's also been acting weird. But more the usual kind of weird. The kind of weird Donnie gets every now and then a couple times a year. Maybe it's the full moon. Maybe he's a werewolf. No, wait there's no wolves in New York. Ware-possum? Ware-racoon? Maybe Mikey's a ware - something and Donnie's trying to cure him. That's deffinetly what's going on. Raph should warn Leo and April so that- no, what if they're in on it? What if they're all just waiting to get him alone so they can turn him too?

"LEO!" Raph says calmly as they turn the smelly corner (Andrea dared them to lick the gross wall last week)

"yes?" That's exactly what a were-something would say.

"I have to, be um, at the mmnm. Reading starts moon- soon. I mean I, said I'd yelp- Help! At, eh, library, with, uh, bye." Nailed it.

After expertly evading his pursuers, Raph proceeds toward the gym, number one source of information. There's still about 20 minutes left for lunch, which means Mona-Lisa's still practicing on the hockey field.

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softresurrectionn · 4 months

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January Plan

School Week:

Breakfast is forbidden. Unless, for any strange reason I'm feeling really weak and extremely tired. If that happens, I'll have a banana and 1/2 cup of oats cooked with 1/2 cup of alpro coconut milk. No excuses if I eat more. Either this or less. But my breakfast will basically just be a black coffee for basically everyday. This is obvious, but no eating in school whatsoever!! I'll start drinking more water in school. And I'll bring one zero cal or sugar free energy drink to keep me going. I reach home at around 3:40 pm, but when I change etc it's basically 4 pm. I usually take a nap during this time until 6 pm to be completely honest lol. This means I can't eat past 6 pm. If it's 7 pm and I'm hungry, then too bad. I need to study and get it over with. On school days, I'll eat around 200-400 calories. I have PE everyday now. High school is so different so my schedule is quite odd. I'll try eating 200, but like I said, I already feel weak when I don't eat above 500-900 which is so strange. I realized this just today. I can't think straight and my mind is somewhere out of earth. I thought I was going to die this morning because I had the worst cramps and I was getting really hot. I almost puked, but I took a dump instead LMAOO.

Weekends:

Ok so Friday is a half day where I live. So I start school at 7:45 am and end at 11:40. But I reach around 12:30 pm because my siblings get picked up earlier. This is the day where I usually LOOSE IT!! But not in 2024. I have drum classes at 5 pm. So I will eat around 3 pm. This way, I won't be extremely bloated to wear my fitted tops and also I won't feel so full. And I really need to eat before class because like I said, I can't function. I can't eat past 5 pm on weekends. Workouts on Weekends: I might start teen beginner ballet classes hopefully soon! But other than that, on Sundays when I have drum class, I can walk home takes me about 40 minutes depending on my speed. I can get myself tired to sleep immediately when I reach home. My class starts at 10 am. By mid January I'm gonna be so weak I suppose. If I feel so weak now even though I eat around 500 cals then imagine. So depending on how I feel, I have to try and eat something. I think a granola bar would be perfect with a hot cafe latte or alpro soya choco milk. It literally has around 69-76 cals I think for the WHOLE CARTON!! It's sooo good too.

Saturdays:

I think on Saturdays, I'll eat around 700 cals. Or a 20 hour full fast. Depending on how I feel. This is like a free day I suppose. But if not, then I'm counting it as a meta day. I don't want to mess up my guts completely. I'll go for a walk/run on the treadmill and try to burn 300 cals. I can try 400 but 300 seems like a good amount.

#ana rant #ed not ed sheeran #tw ed diet #tw mia #tw ana diary #ana bllog #ana trigger #ed vent #starv1ng #ana e mia

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theinkdrinkingfemme · 1 year

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Chapter 2

Harlan

The rapt knock on the front door startled Harlan from her fitful doze. She wiped at the congealed drool that had formed at her mouth.

How long have I been out for?

Making her way downstairs, she stifled a yawn, stealing a glance at her wristwatch. With today being the start of the Easter weekend, no one in her immediate circle should be at her door at all, never mind this early. Maybe it was an overenthusiastic priest with a gaudy invitation to some Easter Mass. Sounded like the better, more reasonable option. Slippering her feet, she yawned again. She waited at the bottom of the stairs, daring the door to knock again. Should she pretend she wasn’t home? God knows the amount of work she had planned today, especially that gym invite she gave to Viola. She inwardly cursed herself. Why would she even do that? Harlan paused a beat, before silently admitting to herself the reason why.

The knock came again. Or rather, knocks, three in quick succession.

The person at the door was a surprise. Harlan couldn’t decide whether it was an unpleasant or pleasant one, but a surprise, nonetheless.

“Naomi.” Harlan said the visitor’s name with a tight smile and widened the door for her to come inside. She didn’t expect her until Tuesday, but earlier is better, she reasoned.

Harlan got straight to the point. “The file. Where is it?” She sounded frantic.

Naomi gave a shrug of her slight shoulders, before launching into a long-winded tirade about the long waits and the other bureaucratical bullcrap that came along with that manilla folder. As if reading Harlan’s mind, she also vehemently stated the irrelevance of the teen’s relatively new legal status as an adult.

Harlan smacked the heel of her hand against her head, rubbing viciously at the spot.

Damn it! DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN-

She’d exhausted all her other options. All her hope was riding on this one. Everything was slowly unravelling.

Harlan inhaled shakily. She couldn’t lose control now. She’d come too far. Her new name, her new life, far away from the events that took place in that shabby house in Cambria..

She shook the memories away. Naomi never comes here solely to deliver news, Harlan thought. Which means…

“You have a Plan B, don’t you?”

An almost imperceptible nod. “Cancel with Viola. You’re coming with me.” She gestured out the window, where the darkened car was stationed.

That sent a prickle of unease down her spine, Naomi knowing things Harlan didn’t reveal. She then reminded herself that with the power Naomi held over her, she could readily access all of Harlan’s plans.

Harlan forced another smile. “I’ll just get my phone.”

It took less than 20 minutes to get to the destination. Harlan spent the majority of that time pondering why she had unsent her message. She knew what last-minute plans did to Viola. Even now, as her schedule was being violently uprooted by Naomi, the beginnings of a silent anxiety attack were forming in her stomach. She knew the traits almost instinctively: a sinking sense of dread, sweaty palms, thoughts buzzing like irate wasps. She staved off the attack by discreetly swaying her body front and back, focusing on the tingly sensation and temporary relief.

Now, Harlan trailed behind Naomi, who was unwaveringly walking into the XXTRA FITNESS building. The indoor floor-to-ceiling windows revealed a handful of people in the swimming pool, their heads appearing periodically as they focused on their laps. The tide-like sounds of the splashing water, alongside the conflicting smells of oats and coffee from the small café compiled into a nauseating bowl of sensory pain. Harlan swallowed carefully, suppressing the urge to gag. Hopefully, she’d be out of here soon. Later on, she could stomach a gym session with Viola, just so long as she stood clear of the café. Harlan thumbed a quick text to Viola, confirming that she was already at the gym, then pocketed her phone and waited.

Harlan watched the terse conversation between Naomi and the desk clerk, her red-haired chignon bobbing curtly as the desk clerk nodded and disappeared. Moments later, he came back with a scrawled note, and directed Naomi to a room in the opposite direction.

A few minutes passed, before Naomi reappeared with the earlier note, and some metal chains. Without speaking, she dumped the items on the desk, the clerk meekly taking them. Naomi motioned for Harlan to follow her, which she complied with gratefully. 2 flights of linoleum stairs and 3 squeaky corridors later, they were both seated in a plush but sparsely decorated office. The shaggy haired brunet in front of them, whom Harlan assumed was the owner of said office, exchanged quiet words with Harlan’s escort. The teen couldn’t be bothered to listen, and left Naomi to do the work while she plugged in her earphones. Ever so often, Harlan watched their facial expressions: eyebrows shooting up, mouths pursing, eyes widening, arms flexing, jaws tightening and relaxing, before it all became disorienting for Harlan. The raw data amounted to nothing in her head, and the meeting was over before she could make sense of what just happened.

Descending the stairs, Harlan was taken aback by the now empty pool. The tiny ripples left behind was a reminder that it was used only moments ago. She didn’t have time to ponder over it, catching up to Naomi’s serious strides. Naomi didn’t so much as glance back at the gym before she drove away. Harlan did, and she noticed the desk clerk from earlier gingerly wrapping the metal chains around the handles of the door.

Naomi eyed Harlan in the rear-view mirror, reading her quizzical look.

“We’re getting that file, my dear. Don’t you worry.”

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diagonal-queen · 1 year

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teehee i binged 22 episodes of blue lock in 2 days <3 thats like... idk 20 minutes per episode hehe ok thats weird im gonna stop saying teehee and hehe

AND THEN I READ THE MANGA IN 2 DAYS

trust me love you can do it youll be fine!

anyways: thighs

ANYWAYS, POE. BBY BOY. all i can think about right now is squishing his cute little cheeks just imagine saying: "hey. allan poe >:( get your butt over here." and he's like: "did i do something wrong? 🥺" AND YOU JUST START SQUISHING HIS CHEEKS AND THEYRE SO SOFT AND AWWW I LOVE HIM OMG YOURE TURNING ME INTO A POE SIMP LMAO but i could never abandon my heart to ranpo he has it locked in a cage and threw away the key (like couples do so they never break up which is really cringy and weird like what if you break up)

AND I LOVE YOU TOO wait

wait hey

my name is nia

and youre diagonal queen

NIA AND DIA OMG LOVE WE CAN MATCH <33

ALSO ALSO:

my friend and i are having our grand opening for our new blog, @cattipscafe . its a blog where we basically give advice from a reader's point of view instead of a writer's pov, which is less professional, but it just gives you more general feedback instead of pro, which may help in some areas.

i mean i guess you can call this self-advertizing? we literally have no followers rn so if youre interested please check it out 😭 were planning on finishing up our navigation posts and such so we can start posting some advice soon! just a sneak peek at what were doing if you really are interested :)

I LOVE YOU DIA <333

- nia

dw i also say hehe and teehee a lot too (i just delete them a lot because i'm scared people will judge me lol), this is a judgement free zone!! also i'm gonna do my best to get through bluelock (i've got a few things coming up so im gonna be a tad busy) so we can scream about it together that sounds fun <3

yes, thighs. especially mykola's thighs. tecchou's thighs 🤤

the desire to squish poe's cheeks is all part of my evil agenda. i've implemented a plan to turn everyone into poe simps because i'm a poe kin and hopefully it'll increase the chances that someone falls in love with me. psychological warfare tactics for my josephine <3 anyways yes poe is SO adorable and so is ranpo- i love both of them sm <3333333333333

nia and dia is very cute imo and i think that we could be a great crimefighting duo tbh

and i do like the idea of this blog! because i do love you so much nia i'm more than happy to spread the word about it. if you ever have any events or anything like that please tag me!! @cattipscafe hello over there!!

I LOVE YOU NIA 💞💞💞💞

#dia's discourse #thoughts: NIA #guys go follow the advice account #i am gonna follow it too <3 we can all match #hot girl shit

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Entry 4, Dec 9 2022

Nae here reporting.

Uhhhh so it's my last day on my second job. Hopefully forever. This means I will FINALLY have an off day because my off days never align between both of my jobs so I quite literally worked 7/7 days of every week. And somehow still make below the minimum wage because yeah, shitty pays for hard work.

I managed to sketch something out today after maybe two weeks of the art block. I hope I can finish this one, it took me 1 hour and 40 minutes just to sketch it out roughly. Ummmmm.

Other than that, I managed to binge read Blue Lock, I'm close to reaching the latest update. Uh I managed to keep up a routine of watching one movie per night for the last 4/5 days. Tonight it's Edge of Seventeen, cause I love Hailee. Uh and this movie is depressing so yeah.

Hmmm also my non verbal thingy stuck around another day. Maybe it will stick around for more days to come. I was just sad the entire day. Not much anxiety, not quite depressed, just particularly sad and idk about what but I am tho.

I want taco. I've never had taco but I want one and I found out my country, specifically my state, got a franchise of taco bell, so I'm gonna go there sometimes even tho my Mexican friend said it's not authentic but imma still try it cause why not. It's an hour drive but that's okay I think.

I'm gonna turn 20 next year. Wow. That is something to ponder about, I still feel like I'm 16 sometimes. I hope my country won't go through a terrible recession, I haven't even lived yet, I don't wanna go through that kind of stress, for god's sake I make 250 less than everyone else.

Maybe I'll go for the Sony mx4 in May. And then apple pencil in September idk. It would be great to upgrade. I should get on listing the things I wanna talk about in therapy soon. Hmmm. Wonder what specific emotion I will be feeling tomorrow...

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Miss Manners on: Revoked Invites

Q: Last year, I planned a dinner with seven friends from junior and senior high school (we are all in our 50s now). At the dinner, we decided to make it a monthly thing, with me in charge of planning everything. Most members of the group have attended at least three of the seven get-togethers; however, there are two who only came to the first one. Last month at dinner, we decided to stop inviting those two, so I removed them from our social media group. Well, needless to say, they are not happy. I know I probably should have let them know that they were being removed before I actually did it, but it's too late for that now. Our first dinner without those two is coming up soon, and I know I will catch some grief once they see the pictures online. Do you think I was wrong to stop including them? (I'm saying "I" because I will be the one to take the heat from this.)

Miss Manners says: This is so easy to fix that Miss Manners suspects facts not in evidence: All you have to say is, "Completely my fault. I thought because you were not coming, you weren't interested. Of course I'll add you back to the group right this minute." Did we forget to mention the part of the group discussion that went, "Since none of us can stand either of them, how about we use the excuse that they have not attended to get rid of them?" Even if this is the case, it is not too late to use the above apology and count on their continued, voluntary non-attendance. It may be less satisfying than telling them that you still have not forgiven them for that incident at the junior high dance, but it will be more polite.

Your Head Bitch says: Since you already recognize that hindsight is 20/20 here, I’ll spare you my 2 cents about how you definitely should have checked with them first, yes. So, Miss M is right, all you can do is own up to your mistake and offer to correct it, which is extremely easily done in this case. Like all good apologies, you should offer remorse first, then remedy if possible. “I’m so sorry, I thought you were uninterested and didn’t want to be spamming you with unwelcome invites regularly. Of course I should have checked with you first, it was thoughtless of me. I’ll add you back to the invite list.” Since you already know they are unhappy about this turn of events, you may use whatever method they used to express their displeasure to you to apologize to them as well. You should also warmly and genuinely extend the invitation that they missed to the next dinner as well, even if it means changing the plans slightly to accommodate them (i.e. you have to find a restaurant that can take 7 if the original restaurant can’t) as you’re inviting them on short notice after you were quite rude. Definitely do NOT add them back to the group, fail to invite them to the next dinner and then post pictures of it to rub salt in the wound for good measure, for fuck’s sake. Are you back in junior high around these friends? Something you should have learned then and hopefully know now is that this is the burden of leadership -- you take the heat and issue the apology as the head of the group and you have to go out of your way to make group wrongs right. It’s not always fun, but it is responsible.

You were in the wrong, what do you want me to say?

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schisms · 2 years

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mouth HURTING

#the procedure went well like altogether it took them less than 20 minutes #to numb me + extract the teeth #i started shaking like fucking crazy after they injected the novocaine in me though #they thought i was having a panic attack!! they were like ‘deep breaths you’re ok you’re panicking rn’#and i was like. no the fuck i’m not…….#i literally had to say ‘i cannot stress enough how unafraid i am i think that the novocaine is making me shake’#but now i am home…. i’m going to eat some mashed potatoes soon. a big ass helping then i’m gonna take my painkillers and hopefully #HOPEFULLY #take a nap…..#aughfggf but i’m kinda in hell waiting for those potatoes to be done #the right side of my mouth is just. really really fucking hurting rn #aah ooh auhh ouchie ouchie #ALSO THEY DIDN’T LET ME KEEP MY TEETH >:(#they were like ‘noooo it’s a biohazard we have to dispose of them blah blah blah’#i was so bummed about that….so was liam #he actually looked it up and technically?? like by law??? there’s no reason they couldn’t just. give me my teeth???!?!??!?!#but unfortunately. it stayed a firm no.#&& it sucks cos!! they were really pretty!!! :’(#i mean if i do say so myself 😌#i WAS however able to get pictures of them…….

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Deserving

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x healer!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: When someone bad mouths Bucky in your presence, you set things straight.

Warnings: Angst, but with happy ending, and one vaguely 18+ insult? I'm new.

Speaking of- @wkemeup has inspired me to post my writing for the first time! For their 9k writing challenge, I used this prompt:

"Character A is the target of harassment on the street. Shamed, they pretend it doesn’t bother them. Until it happens in the presence of Character B, who reigns hell on whoever dared to upset [A]"

Enjoy!

..........

Bucky was used to the whispers he got from people the street when he passed by them.

“Is that-?”

“Don’t make eye contact, he’s dangerous.”

“They just let him walk around like he hasn’t killed a bunch of people?”

His enhanced hearing picked up more than he wished it did. He liked to believe it didn’t bother him but deep down it did. It was just one more reason to stay secluded. Isolated. Alone. And he had been successfully doing that.

Until you came along.

Having been the test subject of a super serum version that focused on health and regeneration, you used your healing powers to help the Avengers get back to world-saving shape. Bucky hadn’t been keen on anyone touching him, much less someone he didn’t know. Despite his best efforts, he had caved in when you noticed he was having a bad day with his shoulder and offered to help. Since then, your companionship has been like a guilty pleasure.

You had this way of making him feel like he was the most important person in the world to you. Regardless of what he thought was evident, you only seemed to notice the good in him, even when he protested.

“There’s nothing I can do to right the wrongs that I’ve committed. Redemption isn’t possible. I don’t deserve-”

“Stop.” You said, cutting him off. “You are amazing. You have been through everything that you’ve been through and you still give back to the world. You fight for a world that made you this way, a world that gives you nothing back and yet you fight. It’s the world that doesn’t deserve you.”

Bucky swallowed hard. Looking at you in your eyes, he saw no dishonesty. Only pure admiration.

After that, there was no hope of him being alone. You cracked open his shell slowly but surely and now Bucky couldn’t imagine life without you.

Which led him to his current predicament.

“Come on, please? It’ll be so good and only a few blocks away. I know tapioca sounds gross, but you’ll love it!”

Bucky didn’t know what bubble tea was but apparently it was worth begging him for the past 20 minutes while you worked on his shoulder. Your hands emitted a warm white light as you gently massaged his shoulder. The direct contact wasn’t necessary but Bucky hadn’t complained when you started doing it and it’s become routine every since.

“I don’t know. I know I’m old but I don’t have to resort to tapioca yet.��

Bucky let a moment pass before his lip twitched up into a smile. You feigned annoyance as you cut off the healing and placed your hands on his shoulders.

“How about you go with me and I won’t bill the heck out of you for my magical five-star massages.” You say as you squeeze his shoulders.

“Okay okay, fine.”

Bucky put his hands up in defeat as he got up from the couch he was sitting on and turned to face you.

You swallowed as you let your eyes drift across his chest before you grabbed his shirt from off the back of the couch and tossed it to him.

“Alright! I’m so excited!”

Bucky listened to you chatter on about the different flavors he could try while he put on his shirt. Sometimes, he couldn’t believe he actually had a friend besides Steve. Sure, it helped that you had been Steve’s friend first. But there was something about you having grown closer to him that made him feel special. Never did Bucky think there would be a time that he’d be jealous over a girl that Steve was friends with rather than the other way around. Times were certainly different.

“You coming?”

Bucky broke away from his thoughts and made his way towards the doorway that you were standing in.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

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Yeah, he knew this was a bad idea.

As soon as you two had left Stark Tower, the whispers started. While the café was only two blocks away, you noticed something was off a block into the trip.

“You alright?” You asked as you tried to decipher his facial expression.

“Yeah. Fine.”

You looked at him skeptically and then shifted your eyes to follow his, glancing around you. You slowly nodded in understanding as you looked at the people around you who were trying not to draw attention to themselves.

“Okay. We can talk about it later.”

Bucky was thankful that most people talked quietly enough so that you couldn’t hear what they were saying.

Keyword: Most.

You two arrived at the café, where it was slightly crowded. It was a warm afternoon, the perfect time to get a cool drink. Before heading inside, you gently placed your hand on his arm for a moment to reassure him.

“If you want, we could look at the menu out here and then I’ll go inside to order it.”

Bucky shifted his weight slightly from one side to the other as he contemplated it.

“Nah. We can go in together.”

“Okay.” you said, gently smiling to hopefully reassure him.

You both enter the building and make your way to stand in line. Bucky looked around at the seating areas. It reminded him of a Starbucks but with a more pastel color scheme. You looked at him and he raised an eyebrow in response. You smiled, happy that he was with you. Bucky’s heart skipped a beat and he smiled back.

That’s when you hear it.

“Is that that Hydra goon? Hey, go back to Siberia you brainwashed Hydra dog!”

You spun around violently the same time Bucky did with an incredulous look on your face, making eye contact with the college aged boy further back in line who was currently sniggering with his friends.

You stalked over to them before speaking in a low even tone.

“Sergeant Barnes has done more for the world than you could ever dream of doing. Apologize.”

You had let the venom creep into your voice, shouting the last word and silencing the rest of the line. Bucky walked up to you and put a hand on your shoulder, trying to turn your attention to him.

“C’mon. It’s not worth it.”

You let out a slow harsh exhale from your nose but didn’t move. The man only sneered.

“Why don’t you scurry along. I don’t care if you’re where he sticks his-”

The next thing Bucky registered was a nasty sounding crack as your fist connected with the jerk’s cheekbone. A round of gasps came from the surrounding crowd as he fell on the floor, completely dazed. You let out a pained grunt as you bent over, holding your hand while trying to cover the white light that started coming over your hand where the skin had bust open and something had definitely cracked.

“Okay, time to go.” Bucky said as he made an executive decision to get you two the heck out of there before anybody could react further. He put his hand on your back and quickly guided you out of the store, walking until you were out of the vicinity and almost back to the tower. You could tell that Bucky was not happy with you since he hadn’t said anything the whole way back. You entered the building and then stood silently in the elevator as it made its way up, refusing to meet his eye.

The elevator dinged as it opened up on the team’s dorm floor. You both walked quickly trying to avoid other people unsuccessfully as Sam stepped out into the hallway from the gym.

“Hey you two, what’re you… What happened to you?” He asked with a furrowed brow, nodding his head towards your hand as you walked past. Bucky and you answered at the same time.

“Nothing-”

“None of your business Sam-”

You gave Bucky a look and started chastising him.

“Hey, don’t be mean to him just because-”

“Keep. Walking.” He said through clenched teeth.

You rolled you eyes and shrugged apologetically at Sam as Bucky punched in the code to your apartment and swung the door open. He nudged you inside and then followed, shutting the door forcefully behind him.

Sam looked down the hall for a moment longer before shrugging it off. Natasha popped her head out into the hallway from the gym.

“What’s all the commotion?”

“Not sure. I think Mr. Tall, Dark and Metal left a few brain cells behind in the pod the last time he was frozen.”

Natasha snorted and then turned back into the gym.

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Bucky closed the door behind him and then swung his arms out in confusion, giving you the same look of disbelief that he gives Yori when he starts a fight with his neighbors. You gave him the same look back, as if he was crazy for questioning your actions.

“What was that?” He finally asked.

“That guy was crazy! How could I not say something to him?”

“You didn’t have to hit him and hurt yourself! People say stuff like that all the time, you just have to ignore it and move on with your day.”

You stayed silent for a moment, averting your gaze and holding your injured hand that was gently glowing. Bucky gently let out his breath. He closed the distance between you and put his hand under yours to help you support it. His other hand grasped your forearm, gently moving over your smooth skin. He glanced down and watched as the inflammation went away and a bone shifted back into place under your skin.

“Please,” He whispered, his hold on you tightening ever so slightly. “It’s not worth all the trouble. It’s not worth you getting hurt.”

“No.”

Bucky snapped his head back up to see you calm and determined. Speaking again, you look into his eyes.

“It is worth it.”

He blinked twice, not having expected that answer.

“Why?”

“Because if I had let him say what he was going to say. Then to me, it would be validating anyone who has ever said anything like that about you. I can’t let you believe that any of that is true.”

“I don’t believe it.”

“But you do.” You cried out, slipping your newly healed hand out of his grasp and stepping away.

“I can see it in your actions, Bucky. I see it when you deny yourself anything that would make you happy. I see it when you try to hide yourself from the world. I see it when you look at me.” You spoke, voice wavering with the last sentence, averting your gaze again. Bucky stood silent as you continued.

“I see a deep sadness in your eyes. I can feel it in your soul when I heal your shoulder. Or when you touch my hand to see if I’ve fallen asleep. I can feel it emanating off of you. But I know for a fact that you deserve to be happy. You deserve to rest and to be happy. How many times have you fought a fight that wasn’t yours because it was the right thing to do? And don’t say it was to redeem yourself because I know it’s more than that. You are a good man, James. You don’t need to prove anything to anyone. But if you need to prove it to yourself than just take a look at me.”

You gently hold his face and guide it so that he’s looking at you. He’s surprised to find your eyes full of tears, threatening to spill over.

“When you look into my eyes, there is nothing but love and admiration for you. When you touch me, I feel the warmth you leave on my skin. When you hear me speak, you should be able to tell from what I say that I genuinely think you deserve the world. When you are hurting, the only thing I feel is your anguish. It kills me, to see you punish yourself so undeservedly.”

You were whispering now, looking up at him. Bucky’s eyes were watering as well, his jaw clenched in an attempt to hold back his emotions. With your hands still gently caressing his cheeks he slowly lowered his head so that his forehead was resting on yours, swallowing hard.

Bucky lifted his head slightly so that he could look at you and he saw nothing but love. Your eyelashes were wet and shimmering from tears you shed for him. Your cheeks were flushed from the overwhelming feeling that you had for him. He looked into the depths of your eyes and saw only his future with you. Finally, his gaze settles on your lips, soft and supple.

“Please,” you begged. “Please do not ask me to stand idly by as the world tears you apart. You are worth more to me than anything else in it.”

Slowly, his hands touch your waist and slide back until he’s holding you against him. Closing the gap between you, you kiss.

Nothing more in this world could assure him of your love. For once, he believes it.

#kas9kwc #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #fatws #bucky x y/n #bucky imagine

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 3 years

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Best Friend’s Brother - Chris Evans x Reader (Part 20)

Summary: You and Scott have been best friends ever since you were 10, meeting at summer camp. Being best friends with Scott means you know his family very well. Especially his older brother. After a failed attempt at dating Chris when you were 18, when you move to LA for a job will you and Chris grow close again? What would the world think? and most importantly what would Scott think?

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: SMUT! 18+ ONLY! Fluff. Language.

The Instagram post worked. Initially. For a month or two. News outlets such as BuzzFeed seemed to be more on your side now. Lots of fans seemed to be too, the number of hateful comments you got had decreased enough that you could easily ignore them. Your life was pretty much back to normal.

The only difference was the press were still a permanent feature in your life. While you were more or less left alone you were more aware of cameras around you. You put up with it though, if you were committed to a future with Chris, you had to be committed to this life.

Chris did look out for you though, he knew this life so he could give you the advice you needed. He helped you create that boundary, you had practically moved into his house at his insistence. Concerned over the security at your house, wanting to keep you safe. Not that you were complaining, after spending that week with him in Boston you struggled to fall asleep without him.

Ever since Scott’s Instagram post, your follower count exploded. You now properly utilised the close friends function, you didn’t need all Chris’ fans seeing everything you posted. You social media presence remained relatively unchanged though. You didn’t post about Chris, apart from the one scare video and a picture of dodger which went down pretty well. You still mostly posted about your research and science.

“Hey how’s your day been?” Chris asks walking and kissing the top of your head.

“Good the research paper is nearly done, should hopefully get published in about a month’s time” you smile looking up at him.

“How was the photo shoot?” You ask.

“Long, but the photographer was nice and there was this Pitbull for some photos which was super sweet” Chris says with a smile.

“Careful you’ll make dodger jealous” you point out nodding over at dodger who was sat looking up at Chris.

“You’re still my favourite bubba, don’t worry” Chris chuckle scratching dodger behind the ear.

“So when this research paper thing is done, what are you doing? Going back to Boston?” Chris asks a small frown on his face.

“I think so yeah, but I don’t know really I haven’t made my mind up yet. UCLA have offered me a contract if I want one, but I love working at Harvard and as much as I’ve loved being in LA I don’t see myself settling here” you explain shrugging your shoulders.

“I know me going back to Boston won’t be easy since you spend a good amount of time here for work” you sigh shaking your head and looking down at your fiddling fingers.

“We’ll make it work, I promise I’m not letting something like 3000 miles get in the way of this” Chris says making you chuckle.

“Yeah it’s not anything big is it” you joke making Chris laugh before bending down to kiss you.

“I’m gonna make dinner, will you be finish with work soon or would you prefer to wait?” Chris asks pointing at your laptop.

“I just have a couple more emails to send then I’m done, I’ll see you in about 20 minutes” you smile pecking his lips again making him smile against your lips.

“Okay don’t work too hard” Chris smiles walking out towards the kitchen.

You finish up your emails quicker than expected since nobody ended up emailing you back straight away for once. As you walked into the kitchen Chris was on the phone as he cooked.

“Yeah I just want to know the viability of it” he says down the phone a small frown on his face. When he sees you walk in he gives you a small smile.

“Yeah, look I’ve got to go but if you could look into it and get back to me that would be great thanks” Chris says before putting the phone down.

“Something important?” You ask as you sit down by the counter.

“Not really, just a scheduling thing nothing to worry about” he says smiling over at you.

You nod your head not pressing further despite your inkling that it was more than he was letting on.

“How busy are you this week?” Chris asks he seasons the food.

“Not very, I can keep myself free, what are you thinking of?” You ask with a knowing smile.

“Nothing in particular but I want to spend as much time as possible before I go on this press tour for two weeks” Chris says shrugging his shoulders with a smile.

“Sounds great, and don’t worry dodger will keep me company while you’re gone” you say patting dodger who had moved to sit beside you.

“Are you sure you’re okay looking after him while I’m away” Chris asks as he starts to serve up.

“Yeah it’ll be great, I’ve okayed it with my boss so dodger can come into work with me, and Scott can have him on the days I can’t take him into work” you say reassuringly making Chris smile.

“He’s gonna be popular with the students” Chris chuckles as he places the plate of food in front of you before sitting down beside you.

“Wouldn’t be surprised, he one of the most famous dogs thanks to your Instagram” you laugh.

“I’ll miss you while I’m away” Chris sighs pushing his food around the plate slightly.

“I’ll miss you too, but you can call me whenever you need it I don’t care what time it is, and if for whatever reason I miss your call I’ll call you back straight away okay” you say taking his hand in yours and squeezing reassuringly.

Chris looks over at you with a smile before leaning over a kissing you sweetly.

“Thank you sweetheart” he smiles before turning his attention back to his dinner.

The two of you ate in relative but comfortable silence. You had to admit you were gonna miss Chris’ cooking when he was away.

“What are you doing Friday night?” Chris asks as he finishes eating.

“Nothing at the moment, what are you thinking?” You ask with a smirk.

“I wanna take you out, like actually out” Chris smiles turning in his seat placing a hand on your knee.

“What do you mean?” You ask turning to face him.

“Well I haven’t been able to take you out on a traditional date, and things seem to be calmer now so why don’t we go out?” Chris explains with a smile.

You couldn’t help but smile back at him. The idea of actually going out was really appealing to you. Yes all your private dates you had were wonderful and extremely romantic, but you did crave a sense of normality. Something you couldn’t have because first you were keeping your relationship a secret, and second because of the media attention.

“Sounds great, will I need to dress up all fancy?” You ask with a smirk.

“I’d say so, but maybe not too fancy because I might not be able to control myself” Chris says his voice close to a whisper as he leaned in.

“Maybe I’ll do that for that exact reason” you smirk biting your lip slightly.

“God you are trouble” he groans shaking his head slightly leaning in close nudging your nose with his before capturing your lips in his.

“What are you gonna do about it?” You smirk playfully, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before pulling away.

Chris smirked before pushing the plates to the side out of the way before grabbing you and lifting you up onto the counter.

You barely had time to react before he was in between your legs, hands on your hips. Kissing you deeply. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, you hand weaving its way into his hair to pull him close and keep him there.

His hands grasp your hips tightly pulling you closer as you wrapped your legs around his waist hooking your feet together. Chris’ lips started to wander from your lips as he began to kiss your jaw line and down your neck. You instantly tilt your head back with a moan allowing him more access.

His hands began to travel around your body. One travelling down to your thigh pushing your skirt up squeezing when his hand met you skin. His other travelling up to your breast massaging it through your shirt.

When you feel his fingers brush against your clothed core your hips buck desperate for more friction.

“Eager?” Chris smirks mumbling against your neck.

“Shut up and get on with it, and don’t you dare fucking tease” you tell him grabbing him by the belt buckle to pull him closer.

“Language” he smirks kissing you deeply.

You couldn’t help but laugh, but your laughter was cut off by Chris’ hand sliding underneath your panties making you gasp as his fingers slipped between your folds.

Your head falls to his shoulder as he runs his fingers through your folds teasing your entrance making you whine in his ear. You grasp his belt buckle pulling it loose so you could unbuttoned his jeans.

“How much do you care about these” Chris asks pulling at your panties.

“Couldn’t give a shit right now” you answer quickly as you push his jeans down enough to free him.

You give his member a few quick pumps making him moan, grabbing your panties and ripping them off. He quickly reaches into his back pocket pulling out a foil wrapper.

You couldn’t help but chuckle “someone was optimistic” you point out.

“I don’t see you complaining” Chris smirks as he rolls on the condom.

“Not one bit” you say wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him back towards you. Crashing your lips together hungrily.

You weave your fingers through his hair, and he pulls you closer, practically on the edge of the counter. You gasp throwing your head back as you feel him push inside of you.

“Oh god” he moans dropping his forehead to your shoulders breathing deeply.

He gives you a moment to adjust only beginning to move when you start to roll your hips. His hips snap forward to meet your causing you to moan out his name with each thrust.

Chris knew you so well it wasn’t long until you were like putty in his hands. The most you could do was wrap your arms around him. Digging your nails into his shoulder and back desperately holding on.

You could feel the coil inside you tighten and you desperately were trying to hold on so this moment wouldn’t end so soon. Despite the instinctive need to let go.

“Come on babe, let go for me” Chris tells you as his snakes his hand between your bodies. His thumb finding your clit, massaging it gently.

“Chris I-“ you were unable to finish your sentence as your orgasm crashed over you. Your body clenching around Chris making him hiss with pleasure.

You feel his thrusts begin to stutter as he rides through his orgasm, his head dropping to your shoulder placing kisses along your neck and shoulder.

“Well I’m definitely gonna miss you when you go away now” you pant when you finally recovered enough to speak.

“I’ll make it up to you when I get back” Chris smirks kissing you.

“Or we can make up for it now?” You suggest with a smirk.

Chris laughs kissing you again before grabbing you and lifting you off the counter and toward the bedroom.

Friday night came around thankfully very quickly. You were stood in front of the mirror putting in some earrings while looking down at your dress. You’d gone for a fairly simple dress. It was an emerald green wrapped body con dress, with nice, elegant half sleeves and a V shaped neckline.

You were just slipping on your heels when Chris stepped out of the bathroom. He was wearing a crisp white shirt with navy crushed velvet trousers. He was fixing his cufflinks as he stepped out.

When he finally looked up he breaks out into a smile as he takes you in.

“Oh wow, you look amazing” Chris smiles walking over and placing a hand on your arm.

“You look good yourself Evans” you smirk reaching up to fix his tie which was slightly crooked.

“I’m gonna have to keep an eye out, stop anyone who wants to try and steal you” he says playfully.

“I’m not going anywhere” you smile reaching up and kissing him. You feel him smile into the kiss chasing your lips as you pulled away.

“We better go soon, otherwise we’ll be late” you tell him as he runs his hands up and down your sides.

“Yes, as much as I want to make us late, we better not” he smirks slipping his hand into yours.

You let him lead you out towards the car, grabbing your purse and his blazer on the way. Like the gentleman he is he opens the car door for you before climbing in behind you. He tells the driver where to go never letting go of you hand.

When the car arrives in town, Chris once again open the door for you. His arm wrapping around your waist as the two of you towards the restaurant. You couldn’t help but smile up at him, wrapping your arm his. You couldn’t resist but poke him in the side as you did so. He flinches slightly but soon laughs pulling you closer and kissing you on top of your head.

Arriving at the restaurant you were quickly ushered in and taken to your table. The restaurant was probably the nicest one you has ever been to in your entire life. It had tall ceilings with beautiful large light fixtures hanging.

“This place is incredible!” You exclaim as you sat down.

“Yeah it’s one of the ones that’s quite hard to get into but I guess being a celebrity pays off in some aspects” Chris smiles with a small shrug of his shoulders as he sat down opposite you making you chuckle.

Chris orders some wine for the both of you, once both glasses were filled he raises his.

“To a proper date” he smiles making you laugh as you join him.

“A proper date” you smile taking a sip of your wine.

As you put your glass down you catch Chris smiling warmly over at you.

“What are you thinking?” You ask with a smirk.

“Just trying to work out how on earth I got so lucky” Chris smiles reaching out to take you hand in his rubbing it with his thumb.

“Luck has nothing to do with, you’d have to be insane to not fall for you, I’m grateful that you chose me” you smile over at him making him chuckle.

“It was a no brainer” he smiles “now you hungry?” He asks looking at the menu.

“Starving! I have no clue what to get though, it all looks amazing” you sigh shaking your head as you look over the extensive menu.

“I’m just as lost as you” Chris chuckles looking over the menu.

You raise a brow at him “you’ve not been here before?” You question.

Chris smiles with a shake of his head “no it was suggested by a friend, you’re the first gal I’ve ever brought here” he tells you.

“Well aren’t I the lucky one” you smirk “getting wined and dined by the one and only America’s ass”

Chris laughs shaking his head at you “you’re trouble you know that” he laughs.

“You quite often remind me, clearly hasn’t sunk in yet” you smirk taking a sip of your drink.

Eventually you and Chris decided on what to order and the food soon arrived at your table.

“Oh wow this is- wow” you say taking a bite of your food.

Chris raises a brow smirking over at you “not as good as your cooking I promise” you reassure him making him chuckle.

“Glad to hear it, yours does look good” Chris chuckles nodding over to your plate.

“It is here try some” you say putting some on your fork and holding it out for him.

He smiles leaning over to eat the forkful smiling and nodding his head in agreement.

“That is delicious, but if you think my cooking is better I think you need to get your tastebuds tested” Chris smirked making you roll your eyes at him.

“Nope I know what I’m talking about, scientist and all that” you say shaking your head.

“Oh really? Get bored of the animals and swapped to studying what food is nicer?” Chris teases making you stick your tongue out at him.

“Just shut up and take the compliment” you laugh making him chuckle.

When you finish eating your mains the waiter offers the two of you the dessert menu. Looking over it you knew you wanted something sweet, but nothing was really taking your fancy.

“I have to say, I should take advantage of having a posh dessert, but I do fancy just a simple Mr whippy” you say making Chris laugh.

“That does sound nice, we’re not too far from the pier, wanna wander over and get an ice cream?” Chris suggest putting his menu down.

“I’d love that” you smile, Chris flags down the waiter to ask for the bill.

Soon enough the two of you were walking along the pier ice creams in hand. Chris held you hand swinging his arm slightly as you walked.

You stopped walking leaning up against the railing as the both of you just enjoyed your ice creams.

“Enjoying your dessert?” Chris asks wrapping an arm around you.

“Yep” you say popping the p, raising your ice cream to smush a bit on his nose.

Chris laughs throwing his head back as his wipes the white dot off his nose. You chuckles watching as him scrunch his nose at the cool sensation.

The two of you look out over the ocean as you continue to eat your ice creams. There were no clouds in the sky, meaning you could see the full moon in all its glory. You could see the moonlight bouncing over the waves on the ocean. It made it look like someone has dropped glitter all over the ocean. It actually reminded you off the time you a Chris would go to the lake back in Boston.

“Remember when we went to that lake that one time and ended up falling asleep by the dock?” You ask looking up and over at Chris.

Chris chuckles nodding his head “yeah my ma gave me an earful for getting back home so late” he laughs “what made you think of that?” He asks

“The moonlight on the waves, just reminded me of it” you smile shrugging your shoulders wrapping your arms around yourself.

You feel Chris wrap his jacket around you, moving to stand behind you wrapping his arms around you.

“Yeah, we should go back to the lake soon, especially now we don’t have to worry about curfew” Chris says making you laugh.

“I’d love that” you smile turning in his arms to face him.

Chris smiles looking down at you, brushing hair out of your face before cupping your cheek. His thumb runs softly over your cheek before he leans down to press his lips to yours.

It was only a short kiss, but it was insanely sweet kiss that had you melting like butter.

“Do you really have to go away for a week?” You ask making Chris chuckle as he rest forehead against yours.

“Unfortunately so, but I’ll be back as soon as possible” Chris sighs kissing your forehead.

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