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heartsfourdazai · 3 months

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Can I request a scenario where dazai and fem reader are hanging out together and suddenly some guy that went out with her once on a bad date sees them and assumes they’re together and is really sad about it and asking for another chance. Like lowkey embarrassing. And dazai is a bit jealous because “why didn’t she tell me she’s been going on dates?”

I just want a little funny Chaos with crushing!dazai.

when dazai has a crush on you - dazai x fem reader

synopsis: on which the osamu dazai had a massive crush on you; however he has no idea how to go about it and suddenly has an awkward interaction with your ex, who begs for you to get back with him.

a/n: when life gives you motivation, you use it all in one one-shot and never return!!

"what's your favorite ice cream flavor?" he asked you as the two of you were walking down the streets of yokohama. winter was finally here and snow covered what used to be green grass and the clouds were in the shades of grey and white.

"dazai, it's freezing!"

"ah, but that doesn't mean we can't have a special treat!" he grinned, quirking an eyebrow as he waited for a response out of you.

you rolled your eyes with a smile; "if you just have to know!!" you said dramatically, a hand to your chest, "it's pistachio..."

"you basic-"

"HUSH!" you clamped his mouth with your hand, laughing to yourself as he looked at you with a "GIRL WTF-"

"i don't care if calls me a basic bitch, THERE GOOD!!" he held his arms up in defense, "your words not mine!"

you slapped his arm once more as you both kept walking.

"are you going to pay?"

"didn't i tell you? i lost my wallet in the river, it belongs to the frogs now."

"osamu- that was 2 YEARS AGO!!"

"and those frogs MUST have a mansion by now!"

"oh my go-"

"but you, my sweet y/n, you must have some spare change to by your best friend in the whole wide world to get some ice cream for us??????"

he blinked at you with his fingers interlocked with each other and you sighed, shoving his face away from his own.

"i literally hate you..."

"you looooooove me~"

what he said may have been true; we'll, he hoped?

"have you ever wondered if atsushi purrs?"

you looked up at dazai; raising an eyebrow as you took a bite of your ice cream. "where does your mind go after work hours?" you shook your head as you chuckled; "wait, I'm serious. like if you scratch behind his ear, does he meow?"

as dazai went on and on about god knows what; you saw a familiar boy stand next to the store of the small ice cream shop...he seemed to be with other boys, around your age, and he was just kinda glancing over at you.

where do you recognize him from?

"are you okay?" dazais voice caused you to look at him quickly, "hm?"

dazai grinned, "something on your mind? is it my, witty charms? my gorgeous vocal cords, or perhaps-"

you shake your head chuckling at just how stupid your best friend is, "no- no, sorry. i just zoned out!"

he nods, not wanting to push further and once again started to talk about random things that popped into his mind.

after a bit, you notice the boy was gone however his friends were still there; you even recognized some of those boys as well. why does it look a little bit like-

"jeezus-"

"what was that?"

"i said "shoeless!"

"Y/N!!!!"

the sudden scream of your name from another man's voice besides dazais caused you both to jump.

you looked to your right, as dazai followed your stare...a boy who rushed over to you with blonde locks and baby blue eyes. he seemed to be in some sort of distress as he got on his knees.

"cody, what are you-"

"i'm so sorry i left you, baby, i was a fool to think i could find someone better!"

dazai was beyond confused as he said nothing but just watch. you glared at the boy who was on his knees; "cody, you cheated on me, and suddenly on your knees begging for me back?"

he nods, grabbing your hands as he looked you in the eye; "you were my everything, and i was stupid to believe i never needed you. I've been a mess without, i've let my hair grow up, i haven't shaved in 8 months, and i'm all alone!!"

"uhm..."

both you and your ex boyfriend looked at dazai who cleared his throat.

"y/n, what ...what is going on?"

before you could respond, cody shouts out; "YOU MOVED ON WITH HIM? what does he have that i don't? oh, OH, your into bandages?"

dazai gave him a "bitch what the fuck" look as he continued; "i can be better then anything he can be to you! i bet he doesn't even know what your favorite ice cream flavor is and got you one you didn't like!!"

"cody, i'm not dating anyone!!!" you blushed furiously, pulling your hand away.

both cody and dazai'a cheeks flushed, however dazai couldn't stop looking at you. 'you can date me' he thought to himself, but was knocked out of his trance as you dragged him away by the arm and said one final goodbye to cody, "your pathetic, cody! leaving me for a bastard who cheated on your ass as well because your a sad, cheating man who has nothing to live for besides eat and sleep all day long! at dazai has a job. you know, your right, he'll be a better boyfriend then you anyday!!"

and with that tou left the weeping man alone with his friends awkwardly standing there, giggling at the incounter that has happened.

as you and dazai got further away, you stopped and sighed. "i'm sorry dazai, that was so awkward! i never thought i'd see him again!" you rubbed your face and looked at the floor, but dazai chuckled and made you look at him.

"it's quite alright, y/n, but...when did you two break up? not that it's any of my buisness, but i had no idea you were even dating!?"

"you seem surprise, you believe a women like me can't pull a lover?"

he froze, "oh-n-no! not at all, i just- you know i just- well you never told-"

you rolled your eyes and punched his arm; "dude i'm kidding!!"

he chuckled, a couple minutes later the two of you decided to walk back home, however he offered to walk you home.

as the lights in yokohama lit up, the moon as set and the streets were quiet.

there was a calm silence as you both walked, the sound of dazais clicking heels caused you to always side eye him and smile. he's never walked you home like this before, he was always so talkative and have something to say.

"did you mean what you said, earlier today?"

ah.

there it was.

"you mean.."

"yeah.."

you smiled to yourself, looking at the floor as you stopped in front of your apartment. "of course i did, i'm sure you would try your hardest to be with the person you love, better then cody!!" you smiled, giving him a hug and waving goodbye.

"bye, dazai! see you at work tomorrow, I better not have to call you again so you won't be late!!" you waved, walking into your apartment.

"goodbye, y/n!" he waved, watching as you entered your apartment and your figure left.

"i love you..."

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moonlightgrisha · 10 months

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Make a choice

Ch. 7 You feel like you don't belong anywhere, but the Darkling makes you a proposal which helps you make up your mind . [Masterlist] Previous - Next

You need to make a choice.

The tsaritsa called for a private meeting this morning, which you didn't expect at all, not so soon anyway. You left your chambers in the Little Palace to be escorted to the royal quarters. You had left the Grand Palace only a few days earlier, but it already felt so unfamiliar. It used to be your home, but you have no home, now.

The tsaritsa welcomed you like you just came back from a nice visit to Novyi Zem, and asked her servants for tea and biscuits. Then she managed to compliment you for the dress you chose in the morning. You thanked her, but kept feeling slightly suspicious, waiting for the storm to come. And just as you were taking your first sip of tea, she added: "I see you are not wearing a kefta".

"No, I'm not, moya tsaritsa".

"May I ask why?"

You wished you told her it was none of her business. But somehow you managed to take a small sip of tea and then answer, perfectly calm: "My position at the Little Palace is currently... unclear".

She raised an eyebrow. "How odd. General Kirigan seemed already fond of you. But I guessed not everything is how it seems, as you proved us to be, dear".

There it was, the first blow. You smiled and gulped down your tea, hot as your shame.

Your royal cousin stood silent for a little while, before casually saying: "Maybe we could pretend nothing happened".

"Excuse me?"

She leaned over to you, whispering. "I could arrange for you to leave. Disappear. Wouldn't you like that? Living your life, far away. No more talking of summoning, sorcery or whatever all this matter is about".

"This matter is..." you were hurt, somewhere deep inside, because you had realized that you were no more than dust to be swept under the carpet. "I am Grisha, cousin".

"And royal". She remarked. "There are no Grisha in the royal family".

"I am the first".

"Are you?"

She left you wondering, and doubts and questions fell hard on you, like winter rain. How many more Grisha were born in the royal family, and how many disappeared?

And precisely, how did they disappear?

"I'll think of your generous offer", you smiled, hiding your fear and your rage behind the prettiest of smiles.

But now, you storm through the Little Palace. You are done, being a prisoner or waiting for whatever destiny has in store for you. You don't know if you are supposed to be wondering around, and any Grisha on your path would surely wonder what is this polished girl in otkasat'sya clothes doing around their home, but you don't care anymore at this point.

You need to make a choice. And you need to think.

So you run down the stairs, sneak in the stable and reach for your horse, which you missed terribly. While you proceed to saddle him, you think of some witty explanation for anyone who could surprise you right there.

And just as you're tightening the straps under the saddle, you see the Darkling entering the stable.

You stay completely still, while he pats his horse on the head, taking the reins in his hand. You are considering sneaking out unnoticed, when he turns and sees you.

There is a moment of silence. Then he says: "I'm glad to see you out of your chambers".

"That's it?" you snap. "All you have to say?"

"Is there something else you wished I said?"

Not really, but you are still waiting to figure him out, to figure all of this out. You simply shake your head, and turn to leave.

His voice reaches you at your back. "Please, don't leave".

He sounds earnest, just slightly exasperated. You stop.

"I was just about to head out", he continues. "I know how you like riding".

He can't see you over there, but he can feel the smile in your voice. "We already know who's going to win the chase".

"No chasing this time. We ride together".

Maybe it's the way he says it. Maybe it's the words. Eventually, you take you horse and follow outside.

You've been quite unfair to him. He is an exceptional rider. He's also the only person you know in the Little Palace, except for Genya, and even know you don't trust him yet, it feels good not being alone with your thoughts.

You ride side to side, and only sometimes you talk, but not about moon and darkness, destiny or summoning. You talk about the path you are riding, the blurred horizon and the skeleton trees not ready for spring yet.

You don't ask him once where he's taking you. You like to pretend he's taking you far away, further than what the tsaritsa promised you. A place where you can glow with moonlight without fearing to be thrown on the battlefield.

Then you remind yourself that he's the one who's probably going to throw you on the battlefield, and your heart cracks a little.

You stop by a fountain, to let the horse drink plenty. You notice the carvings on the side: skulls, soldiers and sorcery.

"How charming", you mumble, recognising the Black Heretic's tale in the pictures. "To remind me of my duties".

"And what exactly are your duties?" he asks, and that irritates you more than you care to show.

"You perfectly know that". You gesture to the fountain. "Once upon a time darkness fell on the land. Since then, people have been waiting for someone to get rid of their nightmare. It never occurred them that the chosen one might have her own nightmares".

You are no longer looking at him, but you can feel him frowning. "What do you mean?"

You hesitate, but then you tell him. "I've been dreaming about it for years. Shadows. Monsters. Blood".

He stares at you, and doesn't talk. For a moment he seems terrified. Then he smiles.

"Would you believe me if I told you that I took you here because this is one of my favorite spots, and for no other reason whatsoever?"

"No."

He laughs. It's the first time you hear him laughing. You let a smile escape your lips. His eyes are still laughing when he asks: "I expected you to run away on the first day at the Little Palace. Why did you stay?"

The question leaves you speechless. He's right. Why haven't you? "I guess..." you try to collect your thought. Finally, you find them. "I am tired of hiding".

He nods. You are sitting by the fountain, at this point, and he sits next to you, but not too close.

"I would like you to join me on an expedition", he says.

You flinch. "Where? Why?"

"I'm leaving tomorrow for the Fjerdan border. I would like you to come".

"So you are taking me to the batterfield".

"To the border", he remarks. "See with your eyes what the stakes are. What we are fighting for".

You don't answer, so he stands up and goes to kneel in front of you, just like he did on that first night in the Little Palace. The memory makes you blush, but he speaks before you can stand up and leave.

"We fight so that no Grisha will hide anymore", he says, looking at you in the eye. "No one. Ever".

"And there is a price to pay", you whisper.

"Everything has a price". His voice is heavy and regretful, and you almost feel his pain in his words.

You stand up. You feel like a queen with a postulant knight at your feet, and you'd like to think that you have the upper hand, but you also know it's much more complicated than this.

You are the one to give him your hand to help him up, this time. He accepts it with a cunning smile, and even if your skin fizzles as you touch him, you control your power, so that you only glow a little.

"Fine", you say. "I'll come".

At least, today you have made a choice.

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more-cardigan-than-woman · 1 year

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Kitten for Christmas

Summary: You're suppose to be in Gotham to reunite with your sister for Christmas, but due to the crazy weather she can't fly in and you end up walking into the right store.

Pairing: Reader x BookstoreOwner!Jason Todd

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: SMUT 18+, Daddy kink, meet cute, ex's to lovers, chance meetings, weather trope, choking, degradation, Plot? never heard of her.

The weather is about as crappy as you expect for Gotham this time of year. The biting snow covering every inch of the sidewalk, the sky dark and gloomy and the old ass street lamps barely lighting anything. Your flight landed this morning only for your sister to call and tell you that she was stuck on campus in Central City, something about a Flash parade and the snow closing the airport after your flight landed. When you called the airport to see if you could get home, the clerk confirmed what your sister said was true, no flights were coming in or out until at least New Years. Shit.

So now you’re stranded, in a city you hate with nothing to do. This was supposed to be a tradition, the two of you meeting up in the city you grew up in, to stay in the old family house with your extended family. But without Fiona, it would be a drag. You know you won’t be able to handle your aunts asking you when you’re going to settle down, move back to Gotham and start a family. Which is 100% not the life you want for yourself.

The snow starts to fall heavier as you walk down main street, trying to find a hotel with an empty room. But it seems like they're all booked out for the week.

Your phone buzzes in your hand, "Aunt Carol" the caller Id reads. Spotting a light on nearby you duck into the store to escape the cold and try to hide the street noise as you attempt to lie to your aunt. “Hey, Aunt Carol,” you answer the call, pulling your gloves from your hands as the warmth from the store hits you, “How are you?.”

“Good dear. We’re just waiting on you and Fiona. Are you nearly here?”

“We can’t make it. I’m stuck at Star airport and Fi is stuck in Central.” you sigh, trying to sound sad about it, “We’re going to miss the party this year. Darn,” you look up at the store, noticing that luck is on your side. A Cafe? A bookstore? Either way it's warm and you find yourself shrugging your jacket off and walking a bit further into the store. Closing your eyes as you lean back against a stack of books.

“Oh dear, that’s too bad. Cassidy’s boyfriend brought a friend. He’s really handsome. I think you two would hit it off.”

“Yeah, really bad.” you try to sound genuine, staring down at your winter boots, “Anyways, hopefully I can get out a flight tomorrow,”

“Hope you can make it. We miss your face. Maybe I can give him your number,”

“No thanks, Bye,” you hang up letting out a breath. Fuck, she means well, but the last thing you want is to be set up by your 80 year old aunt who's determined to trap you in Gotham.

“Miss,” a deep voice startles you, “Can I help you?”.

“Shit!” you press your hand into your chest, your heart nearly jumping out. You spin, taking in the tailored leather jacket, a square pair of horn rimmed glasses and a jawline that could cut glass. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head when you look closer, noticing the wavy dark curls with a tiny patch of white at the front and the tiny scar on his brow, “Jason?”

“Sorry, do I know you?” he stares down puzzled, adjusting his glasses and tilting his head.

“Oh, sorry. I ah- never mind,” you shake your head, turning away to hide your embarrassment. You could have sworn it was him, but it wouldn’t be the first time you have mistaken someone for him. Shit, you feel like you see him everywhere, especially when you’re in Gotham. It was one of the reasons you hated coming home. You’ve got one arm in your coat and three steps from the door when he stops you.

“Kitten,” he reaches out grabbing your arm, “I’m kidding,” he smiles when you turn back to him, your eyes lighting up, “Did you really think I forgot you?”

“I mean it's been what? 5 years?”

“I could never forget those eyes,” his hand falls down your arm, holding onto your wrist, “In town for the holiday?”

“I was.”

“I didn't mean to overhear but it sounds like you're bailing on your family.” he tugs you further into the store, guiding you towards a set of couches that are nestled between some shelves.

“Yeah, Aunt Carol is determined to keep me here, but Fi canceled and I don't feel up to it.” How is he being so casual? Things didn’t exactly end poorly, but they weren’t great either. He pretty much disappeared without a trace with only a letter to tell you Bruce had sent him to work in Tibet.

“Want some coffee while you figure it out?”

“That’d be great actually.”

“Be right back.” he says, heading off behind a bar, “Extra milk and no sugar still?”

“Yes please,”

He’s quicker than you think and you barely have a chance to take in the cosy feeling of the store. Full of books, painted a dark, deep red with warm wooden accents and filled with the scent of coffee and pine. It’s really a nice store, you make a mental note to bring Fi next time you’re both in the city.

“Here ya go, Kitten.”

“Been a long time since I’ve heard that,” you giggle into your mug. Gods this is easy, you nearly forgot just how easy it had been with him. He looks at you over his mug, his scarred eyebrow lifting just a smidge.

“I missed that,” he moves sitting down next to you, his arm falling over the back of the couch behind you, “Those little giggles,”

“Jason, this is a shop,” you try to protest when he takes your coffee and puts it on the table, “What are you doing?” you look away, trying to not look at him, at those pretty lips, how tight that jacket seems to be. Distracting yourself and trying to put some distance between you, “wow. So many books. Wonder where the clerk is?” you think aloud.

“He’s right here,” Jason whispers, his fingers grazing down from your neck, across your clavicle to your arm.

“You? You’re the clerk?”

“I am. I own the place.”

“How long have you-”

“Kitten. Stop.”

“What?”

“I know what you’re doing,” his other hand touches on your thigh, “I can play along, if you like,” he leans back, watching your face, “How's Star City? Met anyone nice there?”

“It’s fine. Like home. But sometimes the sun actually comes out,” you laugh at yourself, pressing your hand into his chest. Fuck, you hadn't forgotten how firm it was, but feeling it again was something else. You pull your hand back, this was a bad idea. No matter how lucky you feel right now having to seemingly walked right back into Jason's life.

“Is there someone?” his hand starts to pull away.

“No,” the word falling out of your mouth before you can even think, “I mean, No. I haven’t really met anyone,” you try to sound casual but his hand on your thigh tightens.

“Why's that Kitten?” his voice is right in your ear, his coffee breath fanning down your throat, “Beautiful woman like you. You must have them lining up around the block,” his fingers creep their way up your thigh.

“Not me that's the problem,” you breath, inching closer to him, “Just couldn't-”

“Couldn't find someone who knew how to satisfy you?”

“Jay-” you squirm as his fingers reach your panties, “Someone could see,”

“No, Kitten,” he grabs your hip pulling you on top of him, “You walked right past me as I was locking the door. No ones going to see us.”

“Unless they walk past those big ass windows,”

“Good point,” his hands slide down to your ass, “arms around me.”

“Jason-” you try to struggle, but he stands carrying you around the couches and towards the counter. Stopping to push you into a bookcase, his fingers gliding up your thigh, “it’s shaking,”

“Got distracted by your pretty lips and this tiny fucking skirt. Red always was a good colour on you.”

“I like it,” you giggle when he spins you around, one hand on your ass and the other working your top from your skirt, kicking over a chair that gets in his way, “You’re wrecking your store,” you say through your laughter as your mind races with what the fuck is happening. Only 10 minutes ago you were wondering what you were going to do tonight.

“Won't be Jay much longer.” he kisses on your neck, “Remember what you used to call me Kitten?” placing you on the counter, stepping between your legs and spreading them open.

“Hmm,” you pull him close, lacing your fingers together around his neck, “Don’t seem to recall,” you ponder, nudging your nose against his.

“Really, Kitten?” he tugs underneath your knees, your back falling onto the counter, “you don't remember? Want me to remind you?” flipping your skirt up, his strong fingers grab at your thick stockings tearing them down the centre. “No panites?” his eyes wide as he stares hungrily at you, “Such a bad girl,” he slaps your clit, “I can fix that,” he cups your pussy, his fingers just resting on top of your dripping pussy. “You know what I want.”

“My god,” you grind down into his hand. “How could I forget?”

“Say it then,”

“Daddy,” you pant, starting to squirm under his touch.

“My good Kitten. Did you miss me?”

“Yes,”

“What did you miss most?” his nose rubs at your ear, his breath hot on your skin, “My mouth,” his palm presses into your clit, “My fingers,” fingers plunging down inside you, opening and stretching you out, “my tongue,” his tongue traces at the edge of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine straight into your pussy, “My cock,” you shake, desperately underneath his touch. “Is that it, my Kitten? You miss Daddy's cock? Miss the way I split you open and fuck you like the whore you are?” Jason snarls, thrusting another finger inside you.

“Yes, fuck. Daddy,”

“You want it?”

“Please,”

“Beg for it,” your eyes are glued on his belt, his long fingers moving to get it open. Your eyes bulge out of your head when you finally lay eyes on the cock that you miss so much.

“I thought about it,” you admit, sitting up on your elbows, giving yourself a better view.

“What?” he asks, taking himself in his hand, his thumb grazing over the tip of his weeping cock.

“You.”

“What about me?”

“Every night, before I went to bed I thought about you.”

“What was I doing?”

“Fucking me. Your tongue in my mouth,” you stare at the swollen head of his cock, “Your hand on my throat,” you start to palm your breasts, “your voice in my ear,” you spread your legs even wider so he can see how much your dripping for him, “Your big cock splitting me in half.”

“Like this Kitten?” he bends over you, his cock slipping through your dripping pussy, “You’re so wet for me,”

“I missed you,”

“I missed you and my pretty pussy,”

“Daddy. Jay- please,”

“Kiss me and tell me you want me,”

“I want you,” you wrap your hands through his hair, pulling your lips to his and latching on as his cock spears into your tight pussy.

“Fuck, SO fuckin perfect. Better than I remember,” he moans into your ear. His hand closing around your neck and his cock pushing the limits on how far has ever gotten inside you. “Such a good little whore for Daddy, letting him fuck her in his shop.” he brings your leg around his waist, “You like knowing anyone could see what a pretty little slut you are for me Kitten?”

“Yes,”

“You miss Daddy's big cock stretching you out while you've been away?”

“FUck, so much,”

“No one can fuck you like I can.”

“No, they cant”

“No one knows how my little kitten needs to be treated to they?”

“Not like you,”

“That's right baby, ain't no one ever gunna fuck you like I do,” he spins you, pressing your breasts into the counter. His thick cock only withdrawing for a second before pounding in deeper than before. His hand twists into your hair pulling your head back, “Scream for me,”

“Daddy, it's so good, so deep,” you moan as pleasure and pain mingle together in your blood and rush straight to your pulsing pussy.

“Yes, tell me who fucks you so good,”

“Daddy,” he rewards you with a slap to your ass and a harsher pull on your hair.

“My good Kitten,” his hand on your hip skips under your leg to rub at your clit, “show me how good you can be,” he fucks into you, pressing his wide cock on your g spot, “show me by cumming on my cock,”

“Jason,” his hand pulls your head back and he bites into your shoulder, “Daddy,” you pant, your arms pressing into the counter to hold you up, “Yours, Daddy,”

“Mine,” he moans as you start to fuck back into him, “My kitten,”

"Yes,"

"No matter where you go or what you do. You're always going to be mine," he growls into your ear and your feet start to go numb.

"Oh..Oh.. fuck." you pant, your ears starting to pop and your mind going blank.

“So close Kitten, cum on me,”

“Dadd-Jau- fu-” the words jumbled as you fall apart in his arms, your muscles go taught before falling listlessly in his arms and he keeps going.

“Make me cum for you,”

“Daddy, Fuck, I want your cum inside me,” you press down on his cock, “Want you to fucking fill me,”

“Fuckin hell," he growls his legs staring to sake and his breath growing ragged as you feel his cum fill you. His body going as limp as yours when he's done.

“Jason,” your breath is still well breathy.

“Kitten,”

“Should we.. like move?”

“Not yet,” he presses soft kisses into your cheeks, “I really did miss you,”

“Missed you to Jason,”

“Why leave then?’

“You left first."

"Wasn't my choice to leave you. Why don't you move back?"

"Work,”

“Aren't you freelance? Can you work from anywhere?”

“How do you know that?

“May have stalked you a bit,”

“Yeah, I am. And I can. I just- there was nothing keeping me here. You left and-”

“And I came back.” he nuzzles into your neck, “So did you.”

“I did.”

“Do you miss the city?”

“Not as much as I missed some of the people in it,”

“Like who?”

“Handsome bookstore owners for one."

“What did you miss about him?”

“This.” you fingers brush against his lips, “ that smile."

“What are your plans for the rest of the night?”

“I need to find a hotel,”

“No Kitten, I just got you back. You can stay with me.”

“At the manor? No thanks.”

“My apartment is upstairs, you're welcome to it.”

“You going to stay with me?”

“Is that ok?”

“Yes Kitten. Why don't I get you upstairs and I'll make you some dinner."

“Sounds good to me,”

“And we can talk about you staying,”

“Jason,” you level a look at him when he lifts you up.

“I think I can convince you.”

“How's that?”

“How long have I got?”

“The airports closed until New Years,”

“I can be very persuasive,”

“I know that's true.”

“Thank you, Kitten,” he says as he carries you up the stairs.

“What for?”

“I finally got my Christmas wish.”

“To fuck in your store?”

“No, every year,” he nuzzles into your cheek, “All I ever wish for is to have my Kitten back.”

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kotamagic · 3 months

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Another loaded episode of Lore Olympus, so let's dive in...

Let's start with Aphrodite. Understandably, she's upset that Eros and Psyche are missing. Obviously, wannabe-king Apollo isn't going to broadcast that, but that doesn't mean folks aren't going to notice that three gods are now missing after Zeus went into a coma.

(Is that the Horrible Goose running amok in the background?)

Why the fuck do you want Eros' arrows, SPECIFICALLY the ones for true love? They don't work the way that you think that they do!

Look at what happened with the truth arrow. Anyone looking at Apollo when that thing hit saw the truth... the horrible, nasty truth about what he did. (I believe it was Daphne? That was what led to her getting "treed.")

If Apollo thinks a true love arrow is going to make Persephone fall in love with him (and thus, give him access to her fertility goddess powers) then he's in for a rude surprise. If anything, she'll lend her powers to Hades so that they can kick Apollo's ass together like a power couple!

Or, maybe he has something worse in mind? Let's hope not.

Shit is still going down in the Mortal Realm. Apollo doesn't waste a moment blaming Persephone for it on TV.

Hey fucknugget, unless I'm mistaken, sun gods/goddesses were banned from the Underworld LONG before Hades and Persephone were even a thing. And Persephone made the right decision escaping to the Underworld to get away from your r*pey ass. Choke on a long, splintery battering ram!

Even in the physical safety of the Underworld, Apollo still has the power to harm with his words. It's bad enough that Persephone is guilt-wracked by her rearranged powers causing havoc, but hearing Apollo's gaslighting on the TV is only making it worse

The title of this chapter is "Wheat", and we sure are seeing a lot of it here with Persephone. That mural on the wall seems to be watching her.

We're pretty certain that Persephone was originally supposed to take over for Demeter at some point. Well, that's not happening. The wheat imagery here seems to represent what was planned to happen. As it closes in more and more around her, there's the sense of Persephone being smothered by the old plans for her.

On the other hand, I can't help but wonder if, in some way, the mural is trying to point her in a particular direction. Wheat can be grown, harvested, and stored; this is what the mortals need to know and learn to survive the (now) long winters.

We've been watching Persephone progressively sweating more and more throughout this chapter. While she's talking to this nymph, her vision gets blurry until she passes out.

She's running a fever and is put on bed rest immediately. There could be so many things causing this that it's hard to nail it down to just one.

The situation with the Mortal Realm

Her wonky powers

Apollo gaslighting her on tv

Maybe it's Kronos

Whatever the case, she is not doing well at the moment.

While she's in bed, Demeter comes to see her. Persephone voices her worries to her mother, and Demeter seems to actively listen.

"I barely know anything about myself..."

The cliffhanger is Demeter saying "Wait..."

Will this turn into an honest heart-to-heart conversation? Will important secrets get revealed? Will Apollo get shot in the ass with a truth arrow on live TV? (GAWD, I hope so!)

Anyway, thanks for coming to my LO post!

#lore olympus #lo hades #lo persephone #lo apollo #lo eros #lo demeter #lo Aphrodite

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 11 months

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Exit Plan

Epilogue for Sweet Treats AU: by character | chronological | epilogues

Warnings: these drabbles will include dark elements such as noncon, control, intimidation, and other stuff that may not be specified. Take this as you chance to scroll by.

Please let me know what you think <3

🍭🍭🍭

"So, how was your midnight walk?" You set down the heavy crate on the metal table with a grunt.

Coco doesn't look up as she dusts the thick wooden board with flour. The one time you tried to make a batch of her delicate scones, they came out like bricks. Ever since, you decided you'll be the muscle. Lifting, moving, dealing with hostile customers. Should one appear.

"Eh, it was cold," she grumbles, "couldn't sleep."

"Mm," you suck your teeth.

"What?" She looks at you beneath her lashes, her hands moving naturally on the dough.

"Where'd she go?"

"Hm?"

"Don't you lie to me too. I got up to get water and you were both gone. I know she didn't come back with you."

She sighs, "she's being stupid. I'm... I'm gonna talk to her, okay? But... she's... we're all dealing with a lot."

"You think after what those jackholes put us through, she wouldn't just walk straight up to the next one," you sneer, "dammit, Coco bean."

You cross your arms and sway, thinking as you turn listlessly. That mustached douchebag, the other one at the store, and the clone copy of the Winter Soldier himself. That's too many coincidences.

"What are you thinking?" Coco asks as he cuts the perfect triangles. You face her and grip the edge of the cold metal.

"We can't stay."

"What?"

"We've always known this isn't permanent and I don't trust it anymore."

"Look, he'll probably disappear now. He got what he wanted."

"Co," you interject, "it's not just him, or the one at the Lodge. There's another one."

"Another--"

"When I went to grab snacks. What would you know he has the same standard issue lip warmer and everything."

The blade hits the wood with a heavy thunk as your eyes meet, "what are you saying? You think they know each other?"

"I know we're seeing a lot of new faces in a deadbeat town. I don't wanna wait around and find that out."

"Hey," the door swings in from the other side, "we need more espresso."

You glare over at Birdy and scowl, "come get it yourself."

"Really?" She pouts and flops her feet like a toddler. She goes to the shelf to grab a bag and you move to block the door. She turns around and winces as she sees you blocking her way.

"Yeah really. You can go off all by yourself in the middle of the night by yourself, I think you can handle a couple ounces of beans.

"What? I--"

"Don't even try to lie."

"Candy," Coco utters.

"No, let's not tiptoe around it. You're sneaking around with that jerk and you're putting us all in danger."

"Candy, please, he's nice. I'm not... putting us in danger."

"Are you dumb?"

"Candy," Coco exclaims, "you don't have to be so mean."

"Seems I do. We can't fuck around with this. I'm not going back," you square your shoulders and drop your hands to your hips. "I love you but I won't do it. Not for either of you. If that mean I have to leave you--"

"Leave? Candy, please," Birdy squeezes the bag of beans as she pleads with you, "you can't go."

"I go or we all go. I'm not staying here and getting knee deep in the shit again."

"Lloyd isn't like that--"

"You don't know him. I don't care if he makes you feel good, it's not worth it and we all know that."

There's silence. Commiseration as you stand in memory of the before. Of those men and their power over you.

Birdy sniffs and wiggles her nose, "alright, I'll say goodbye and--"

"No, he can't know we're leaving. We can't let anyone know. Pack only what you need and nothing else. Someone else will sort this place out."

Coco looks mournfully down at her unbaked scones. She takes the knife and resumes her precise cutting. Birdy inches towards you as you keep your stance tall.

"I won't tell," she mopes, "okay?"

You huff and put your hands to your neck, "Birdy, don't do that. I'm looking out for you. For all of us."

"I know," she looks at the wall, "I'm just as stupid as ever."

Coco sighs and you shake your head, "don't say that." You grab the bag from her arms, "stay and help with the baking. I'll get this going."

#dark!fic #au #august walker x candy #august walker x reader #dark august walker #august walker #mission impossible: fallout #sweet treats #series #drabble #drabble series

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dailyhelldorm · 4 months

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[TL][Eichi Feature Scout 2] An Intangible Treasure/Chapter 2

Scenario Writer: Yuumasu Character: Eichi, Tori, Keito, Nazuna, Leo Season: Winter

Summary: Eichi decided to take a picture of himself that hadn't been seen on normal live or TV yet. Since Tori has requested of wanting to see him spending time with his friends...

[♪]

Location: ES (Exterior)

Few days later

Eichi: Yah, Producer-chan. At last, our work is finished.

...Hmm? Why are you making such a strange face?

Ah. You are surprised because there is no one else in the car?

Fufu. I have to do it like this, or we can’t be together alone you know.

Seisoukan is in the small distance range, but let's share some stories while we are on a ride, shall we?

Now, please come on. If you wouldn't mind taking my hand, My Lady ♪

Location: Seisoukan Apartment (Exterior)

Ten minutes later

Leo: Ah! Is that the car?

Oi~ over here! We are here~ ♪

Keito: We are at our meeting spot. You don't need to wave your hands like that, they are going to come here anyway.

Leo: Keito is way too meticulous~ At a time like this, it's the emotion that is mattered ☆

Nazuna: What kind of emotion is that...?

Eichi: I have made you wait. Keito, Tsukinaga-kun.

Hmm, oh my? Nito-kun is here too?

Keito: I asked him to be my helper in a rush.

Eichi: A helper.

Keito: Producer is going to be the photographer, so in reality I am the only babysitter here. I can't watch over both Eichi and Tsukinaga with just myself.

Nazuna: If I'm being real, I actually don't want to come along. Though when I heard about his problems, I got the feeling things would get out of hand if Keito-chin was the only one there.

But you can rest assured. I take up his call so I will surely help you guys out.

Leo: If there are two nannies, then I can do whatever I like without restraint! Please look after me, Keito-mama, Nazu-mama ♪

Keito: Look after yourself, you incorrigible.

Nazuna: Ahaha. He's like a big kid~

Still? I heard you are going to take candid photos for the Feature Live's pamphlet, but specifically what are you taking?

Eichi: Actually, we have no particular plan. I can't think of anything for the theme of spending time with friends of the same age.

Tsukasa-kun's pamphlet photos were already taken in the game center... Uh~m.

For the time being, how about we take the helicopter for a sightseeing flight?

Keito: Reject. What on earth do you mean 'for the time being'? If you do that, won't the thing miss the whole concept?

Eichi: Is that so? I don't think it will deviate too much from my mental image?

Leo: That's 'cause Angel is a born bourgeois~ You have the face of the kind who normally would hop on a helicopter ♪

Eichi: A face who would normally hop on a helicopter? Fufu, this is the first time I was told like that.

...What's wrong, Producer-chan? Sightseeing flight sounds very appealing but it would make the pamphlets following mine become a harder work, you say?

Nazuna: She is right~ If we are going to do a sightseeing flight, it would make other activities shabby in comparison.

Keito: Hmhm... Eichi, how about we go to the shopping mall?

Not like last year, you won't have to worry about exhausting yourself with your physical condition right now.

Eichi: Shopping mall? Sounds good, they sell a lot of things there, just looking at them is fun enough. Let's go to there then, Keito-mama ♪

Keito: Don't you call me 'mama'.

Location: Shopping Mall 1F Hallway

One hour later. At the shopping mall

Leo: ーHey, have Angel even come to the shopping mall?

You probably own some customized goods... right? For you, the store will likely bring any goods to your house, yeah?

Eichi: That's right. Or the goods are taken to the salon gathering, and the person in charge will bring them in for us to view them.

Last year, I came to watch Hajime-kun’s and everyone's live at the shopping mall, you see[1]. From then on, I avail for several times.

Nazuna: Hajime-chin's live? Producer, did they have that live?

...Heh. You carried out a live that was extended exclusively to the first years of all units?

Thank you for letting them experience a lot of things, Producer ♪

Eichi: A lot of people here come to pass their time as they like. Every time I come here, this atmosphere always feels nice ... ♪

Hey, what kind of store do Producer-chan want? I will buy whatever you like.

Keito: Don't you go and buy a store.

Eichi: Fufu. It's just a joke, a silly joke ♪

Nazuna: Tenshouin's words don't sound like a joke though. You might really gotta buy one.

Eichi: Anyway... Producer-chan, what's wrong?

You're right. Tsukinaga-kun is gone.

Keito: I was paying my attention but... What a blunder!

What's with you, Eichi? Why are you looking so happy?

Eichi: Did you know, Keito, that they can do a missing children announcement in the shopping mall ♪

Keito: We don't need to use that yet. We will cause trouble for the shopping mall staff, so making an announcement would be the final resort.

He mustn't have gone too far. He was just here until now... Hmm?

Nazuna: I hear some applause. Let's see... From the instruments department over there.

Eichi: Aah... Fufu. It seems Tsukinaga-kun is conducting some performance. Shall we go and look at him?

…I hear the camera’s shutter sound. Producer-chan, did you take a good picture?

Will you let me see it? Let's see...

Fufu. Whatever self I am showing, they all look natural and positively relaxed here.

...Memories are intangible, but pictures like these can be preserved.

Please take a lot of pictures today, because I want you to record days like this.

Someday when we look back, I hope we can all laugh together while saying 'what a good time it was' ... ♪

[☆]

The live they are talking about is Mall Live.

Directory: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

#translation #eichi tenshouin #keito hasumi #nazuna nito #leo tsukinaga #dorm translation #enstars translation

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eyeslikewatercoolers · 5 months

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12. meeting Santa at the mall but it goes awfully wrong

Sashnetra

(I’m imagining Reminders of Her universe)

Oooh, I can see the Reminders of Her verse for this too. This takes place about a year and a half after the end of the original fic. Also this is more lighthearted than the actual fic. Mostly

"I think we're close enough to see Santa."

"I wanna see!"

"Didn't we talk about how you're getting too big for us to lift you?"

Jace's face fell in disappointment, and Sasha and Anetra shared a look. After a few brief seconds of staring at each other, Anetra nodded and held her arms out, "C'mon, but only for a little bit."

Anetra let out a small "Oof" as she lifted Jace to balance him on her hip. Sasha watched the families in line before and after them to ensure they didn't accidentally bump into anyone. "Do you see Santa now?" Anetra asked.

Jace nodded, "I see him, his beard isn't as long as last time." he said as he squinted his eyes.

"He probably just got a trim since last Christmas," Sasha suggested, and Jace seemed to accept that answer.

After a few more steps closer to the front of the line, Anetra tapped out on carrying the six-year-old and set him back on the ground. Only a few more families were in front of them before it was their turn.

"What are you going to tell Santa what you want for Christmas?" Sasha asked, holding Jace's hand as more mall patrons crowded around them to watch the winter wonderland.

Jace shook his head dramatically, "I can't say it or it won't come true."

Anetra and Sasha shared a confused look, "But you've always told me what you want to ask Santa." Anetra pointed out. "Why won't Santa give you what you ask for if you tell us?"

"A fourth-grader at recess said it. Older kids are always smarter than us in first grade" Jace shrugged as they took a step closer in line.

Soon afterward, it was their long-awaited turn to sit with Santa and get some holiday pictures taken. Anetra led Jace to Santa's chair, telling him that she and Sasha would be close by. While waiting, Sasha looked at the offered photo packages for sale.

Once Jace was settled, Anetra stepped to the side next to her girlfriend. "I don't know what we're going to do when he stops believing in Santa" she whispered for only Sasha to hear.

Sasha smirked in response "We've been through worse." she playfully said as they joined hands. They peacefully watched Jace and Santa from the side as the photographer prepared the camera's settings.

"is there anything special that you want me to bring you for Christmas?" the mall Santa asked Jace, who was sitting on the side of his lap.

Both Anetra and Sasha could tell Jace stiffened suddenly by the look on his face. His eyes grew in size and he was looking for a quick exit. "Um- I want..."

Sasha felt Anetra tighten her grip on their joined hands, feeling her sudden uneasiness. She's only spent one other holiday season with Anetra and their son, and Jace didn't act anything like this last time they met Santa.

"I want to go!!" Jace said in a sudden outburst and slid off of Santa's lap in a panic. Once he got his footing, he ran through the only exit gate in the fenced area. Without turning back, Jace ran through the corridor of the mall and into the busy crowd.

Anetra didn't say a word as she dropped Sasha's hand and turned to follow in the direction that Jace ran towards. She disappeared into the crowd as well, desperately looking for her son.

Sasha said a quick apology to the staff members and Santa, before following in the direction as well. She looked through the crowd and peeked into stores, but her son was nowhere to be seen.

Luckily after a few minutes into her search, her phone pinged with with a text notification.

Anetra: Found him

Anetra: By the soda machines outside JCPenney's

Sasha quickly found Anetra sitting with Jace on the floor where she was directed, and she released a breath she didn't was holding. They were sitting close to each other, Anetra's arm around Jace's shoulders.

She sat on the cold tiled floor on the other side of Jace and used the sleeve of her sweater to dry off his stray tears. "Do you want to talk about what happened, baby?" she asked in a gentle tone.

"Got nervous," he said in between sniffles. "Don't think Santa's gonna give me what I want this year."

Even though Sasha knew that she and Anetra were both Santa, it still broke her heart to think that Jace thought that Santa wouldn't give him anything this year.

"You've never gotten nervous around Santa before." Anetra gently pointed out.

"I really want this from Santa, like really bad," he said, leaning closer to Anetra's side.

"Do you want to try to tell Santa again? I'm sure he's seen lots of kids get nervous." Sasha offered.

Jace shook his head, "Just wanna go home."

Without another word, Anetra and Sasha led Jace by each hand through the crowd of shoppers and into the parking lot. They quickly found the car again in the sea of similarly colored vehicles.

Sasha opened the passenger side door and was about to climb into her seat, but felt a tug on the hem of her sweater.

"What's wrong, honey?" she asked Jace as he stood in front of the unopened back door.

"Can you sit with me?" He asked, glancing up to look her in the eyes.

Sasha smiled, "Of course, I can."

As the car pulled onto the busy main road and Anetra was humming along to the radio, Jace was slowly falling asleep on Sasha's lap.

"You can fall asleep, it's okay if you're tired." Sasha gently told him.

As Jace's eyes grew heavier, he spoke quietly enough for only Sasha to hear. "I wanted Santa to bring me something really special," he said.

"Oh yeah? Then what is it?" Sasha asked as she glanced up to the driver's seat, where Anetra was completely focused on the road.

Jace was silent for a moment, and Sasha thought he had fallen asleep. But he answered her question before drifting off to sleep.

"I want you to be my mommy, too."

#sashnetra #rpdr s15 #rpdr fanfiction #my writing #single mom au #my drabbles

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beefromanoff · 6 months

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Going Under Ch. 25

summary: shopping in NYC, core memories at the compound, and things get steamy.

characters: Bucky Barnes x OC

soundtrack: think twice - Eve 6

warnings: fluff, pop star fantasy x love story, set in an AU where the Avengers reunite after Civil War, pre-infinity war, slight angst, hurt/comfort, lonely reader/OC.

author’s note: this chapter was going to be twice as long, but I wanted to break it up into two. thanks for reading, thanks for letting me take it slow, because this is my favorite daydream.

ps...the images below from a certain daydream of Gianna's are from tiktoker @animarvelita and all credit is to them!

chapter list

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“Wakey, wakey!” Wanda plopped onto Gianna’s (Bucky’s) bed with the energy of an overeager puppy. She was still in her pajamas, the sun barely peeking through the window.

“What time is it?” Gianna groaned, pulling the covers over her head.

“Oh, come on!” Wanda protested, pulling the comforter back down. “I’ve waited so long to go shopping with a girlfriend, please don’t make me wait any longer.”

“None of the stores are even open yet!”

“Well, we have to stop for coffee first. Duh.”

The magic word that always got Gianna out of bed.

An hour later, they’d officially banished their bedhead and were ready for the day. The morning sun cast a golden glow on the sleek glass exterior of the Tower. Wanda and Gianna emerged from the prestigious building, only one of them surprised by what was waiting outside. As soon as they stepped onto the sidewalk, the peaceful morning evaporated. A swarm of paparazzi, twice the size of the one from the past night, awaited them. Cameras flashed, and a cacophony of shouted questions filled the air.

"Gianna, is it true you and Bucky Barnes are an item?"

"Ms. Cruz, any comments on your rumored romance with the Winter Soldier?"

“Ms. Maximoff, are you seeing Peter Parker romantically?”

“Gianna, any new music coming soon?”

Wanda's eyes narrowed slightly, her protective instincts kicking in. Gianna, accustomed to the media frenzy, ignored them except for a slight smirk at Wanda when she was asked a question about Peter.

They swiftly made their way to the waiting black SUV, Gianna flashing her bright smile and waving. Once inside, Gianna let out a sigh, her shoulders relaxing. "Man, I didn’t miss that." she said with a chuckle, glancing at Wanda.

Wanda nodded, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "It comes with the territory, I suppose."

��So, are you?” Gianna’s eyes narrowed mischievously.

“What?”

“Seeing Peter Parker romantically?”

“Oh, shut up!”

Their first destination was one of Gianna's favorite coffee shops, a charming little place tucked in the corner of a smaller neighborhood in the city. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped them as they entered, the intimate shop a welcome refuge from the chaos outside.

Gianna ordered their specialty—a salted caramel macchiato—and Wanda opted for a chai latte. They settled into a corner booth, the soft hum of conversation and the occasional clink of cups creating a soothing background melody.

Pointing out of the window, Gianna said, "See that hotel over there? That’s where I used to live.”

Wanda followed her gaze. “You lived in a hotel?”

“Yeah. In the penthouse.” Gianna looked sheepish.

“Damn, I can think of worse places to live.”

“It might look glamorous, but it was incredibly lonely.” Her eyes glassed over. “There were some nights when the city seemed to mock my solitude. It’s always so busy, people everywhere, always on the move. I felt like I came home from the studio to my big, empty suite and all I heard were people’s lives happening down below. It just made me angry I didn’t have one of my own. "

Wanda's empathetic gaze met Gianna's. "I can't imagine how isolating that must have felt."

Gianna offered a wistful smile, attempting to shift the mood around. "But things are different now. I have you guys. I never thought I’d be able to say I’m going shopping with an Avenger."

“Oh, hush.” Wanda elbowed her. “You’re stuck with us now.”

With their coffees in hand, they strolled down the bustling New York streets, Gianna dismissing the driver for morning. She wanted to give Wanda the real ‘New York’ experience.

Their first stop was a luxury boutique, its windows adorned with the latest couture creations. A little known gem Gianna’s stylist had shown her.

Wanda’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she browsed the racks, her fingers dancing across the hangars. "What do you think of this dress?" she asked, holding up a gown that caught the light and reflected it across the room in a thousand pinpricks.

Gianna smiled. "It's stunning, Wanda. It would look amazing on you."

Encouraged by her approval, Wanda decided to try it on, disappearing into the fitting room with a swirl of fabric. As she emerged in the breathtaking gown, Gianna couldn't help but gasp. "Oh my God, you look absolutely enchanting. You have to get it. This would be perfect for the gala, or whatever Tony’s throwing."

Wanda twirled, the dress billowing around her like a cloud. "I wish. Unfortunately, superhero work doesn’t pay as well as you’d think.”

Gianna frowned. “You didn’t think I’d bring you shopping and not pay…did you?”

Before Wanda could protest, she’d disappeared around the corner, telling the store owner to add it to her tab - along with matching shoes and earrings.

The day continued in a whirlwind of shopping bags, laughter, and lots of swipes on Gianna’s credit card. Despite the relentless attention from the paparazzi, they managed to stay one step ahead thanks to service elevators and back doors.

The sun had finally dipped below the horizon as Gianna and Wanda returned to the Avengers' Tower, their arms laden with bags from their day of shopping. Quite literally feeling like they were about to drop, they decided to spend the night in. After a quick change of clothes, Gianna swiping the baggiest sweats she could find from Bucky’s room, they met back in the living room. It looked even bigger than it had on game night, the two of them taking up hardly any space in the sprawling room.

“Takeout?” Wanda purred, pulling her hair into a ponytail.

“Chinese?”

“Wine?”

“You dial, I’ll pour.”

As they sipped their wine and ate straight from the takeout boxes, a comfortable silence settled between them.

After a while, Gianna let out a sigh, her gaze drifting towards the city lights twinkling outside the window. "You know, Wanda," she began, her voice soft, "I really am thankful we met. I haven’t had…a lot of friends."

Wanda turned her head to look at her, putting a hand on her knee. "I know. I haven’t either. I’m glad too. I didn’t know how much I needed this."

“It sounds so silly, you know? To have this crazy, dream life…but all I could think about was having, I don’t know, normal experiences. I used to watch all these shows on TV with best friends getting ready or talking or going shopping,” She sipped her wine. “I used to get so jealous. Then I’d feel guilty for being ungrateful for the life I had.”

Wanda looked down at her lap. “I went to the store, kind of incognito, you know. It was right after they came out with my action figure. Nat had one for a while, I was so excited to finally get my own. I just wanted to go to the mall and see for myself. When I got there, I saw a group of girls, teenagers all buying one together. I went home crying. I didn’t even know why. It was…supposed to be something I was proud of, I was even going to buy one. Seeing them, all laughing together, it made me feel so alone. Then the fact that they were buying my action figure, it didn’t make me feel cool at all. It made me feel like some kind of…”

“Commodity?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.” Gianna squeezed Wanda’s hand. “I get it.”

“Damn…we really shouldn’t drink wine. This is depressing.” Wanda cleared her throat.

“Surely there’s something else around here somewhere.” Gianna laughed.

“Change of subject. What else do you want? You wanted friends, freedom, you got it. Maybe you’re speaking it into existence.” Wanda winked.

Gianna's gaze became distant, her laughter trailing off. “I don’t know…I guess I want more of this. I want to be surrounded by people I love. I don’t like to be alone.”

Wanda, unintentionally and without meaning to invade her friend's privacy, let her powers touch the surface of Gianna's thoughts. What she saw there made her heart swell. Images of a future, warm and inviting, unfolded before her. She saw Gianna and Bucky, their faces etched with happiness. Crows’ feet had formed around both of their eyes from years of laughter. They were surrounded by children with familiar blue eyes and dark hair, the spitting image of who Wanda could easily tell was their father. She could feel the longing, even in Gianna’s fleeting daydreams.

“Wanda?”

“What? Sorry!” She shook her head, snapping back to reality.

“I asked what you would want, if you could choose anything.”

Wanda smiled. “I guess I want the same thing. Less training. More shopping sprees. A world that doesn’t need to be saved.” She winked. “To be able to wear heels around Peter without being taller than him.”

“Cheers to that,” Gianna raised her glass, gesturing out the window to the sprawling city skyline. “Let’s hope there’s a shooting star out there somewhere.”

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“I still can’t believe it took three trips to unload all your bags.” Peter groaned, dropping the last round on the common room floor.

“It wouldn’t have taken three trips if you could carry them all at once.” Wanda winked.

“Hey, I’m not -” he protested before being interrupted by Gianna.

“What, a superhero?” She elbowed him playfully. “Thanks, Peter. You’re the best!”

Shortly after their early afternoon arrival at the compound, the sun had enticed everyone to enjoy the unseasonably warm October day. It was quiet around the compound, Tony and Nat still in New York and Steve and Bucky not due back from their mission for another day. Gathered near the lake, Peter and the girls had joined Sam on the dock. A game of frisbee had started, but got cut short when Wanda complained that she was bored.

Peter, raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Who's up for a little adventure?" he asked, a sly grin tugging at his lips.

Wanda perked up immediately. "What do you have in mind?"

With a dramatic flourish, Peter shot a web towards a nearby tree, creating a makeshift rope swing. "Ladies and Sam, I present - the world’s first Spider-Swing!” Tugging on the web, he swung out over the water before letting go and loosely backflipping into the water.

Gianna and Wanda exchanged amused glances before Gianna shrugged, “Well, if it’s the world’s first!” She stood and kicked off her shoes, tugging her sweatshirt over her head just as a soaking wet Peter climbed onto the dock.

“Yeah…probably should have taken my shoes off first.” He shook his wet hair, making Wanda squeal as the droplets rained down on her. Holding out his hand, he looked at Gianna. “You ready?”

“Don’t make me regret this.” She grinned nervously, taking his hand. Peter pulled her to his side, wrapping an arm around her waist as he shot a web high into a nearby tree. The tension on the web pulled them into the air, cool wind sending Gianna’s hair flying behind them. When they got to the highest point, Peter let go, sending them both tumbling through the air towards the glassy lake. As she plunged into the water, the cold shock momentarily stole her breath, but it was replaced by exhilaration. From the dock, Sam and Wanda watched as they broke the surface. Gianna’s scream and Peter’s laughter echoed across the water.

Their heads bobbed to the surface a moment later, laughter resuming.

“Me next!” Wanda set her shoes aside.

“Girl, did you forget you can fly?” Sam eyed her.

“Shut up!” A wave of her hand sent Sam hurtling off the dock and into the water. Peter climbed onto the dock, giving Gianna a hand before turning to swing away with Wanda. Gianna couldn’t help but notice his hand was ever-so-slightly lower on Wanda’s hip than on her own. She grinned as they fell into the water.

Peter, clearly not content with the current level of excitement, decided to up the ante. With reckless abandon, he swung higher and higher, the arc of his swing stretching dramatically with each turn. The girls sat on the edge of the dock with Sam, clothes all completely soaked through.

“Gianna, are you afraid of heights?”

Wanda and Gianna exchanged a nervous glance, realizing what Peter was asking. "Peter, don't you dare—" Wanda began, but it was too late.

With a whoop that echoed across the compound, Peter looped his arm around Gianna’s waist and sent them both soaring into the sky, reaching a height that seemed almost impossible. For a heart-stopping moment, they hung frozen in midair, two silhouettes against the late afternoon sky. A second later, gravity reclaimed them, sending both bodies hurtling towards the water.

“Shit,” Wanda knit her brows together, holding a hand out to slow down their fall. Sam tensed beside her. Before she could engage her powers, Peter shot another web and swung to catch Gianna ten feet above the water’s surface. He held her around the waist, swinging by the dock and dropping onto his feet, lowering her gently to the ground. Her laughter rippled in the air, unaware of any danger ever surrounding her. She had nothing but trust in her friends, for better or for worse.

Gianna wiped wet strands of hair out of her face, still laughing. “You have officially ruined roller coasters for me, nothing will ever compare to that.”

Peter bowed dramatically, water droplets cascading from his hair. "Thank you, thank you! I'll be here all week."

Sam and Wanda exchanged glances, both of them taking a deep breath of relief. They knew Peter would never intentionally hurt anyone, but sometimes his playful nature got the best of him and he’d forget how powerful he truly was. Before Gianna had even caught her breath from the adrenaline rush, two sets of combat boots thudded across the dock.

“Bucky, stop!”

“What the HELL were you thinking!”

All four heads whipped around to see Bucky storming down the dock towards them, seeing red. Steve was hot on his tail, both of them still in full tactical gear. Without slowing down, Bucky made a beeline for Peter, who’d gone pale.

“I didn’t, I was just -” He was cut off by Bucky grabbing a fistful of his soaking wet t-shirt and pulling him close.

“You were just…what?” Bucky’s voice was a low snarl, dripping with rage.

Peter, standing on his tiptoes as his shirt was firmly bunched in a metal fist, looked utterly terrified. "I...uh, we were just having fun, Buck, I swear!"

Steve placed a calming hand on Bucky's shoulder, his brows knit together. "Easy, Buck. Let's talk about this."

Bucky was on the edge, his concern for Gianna sending him beyond reason. He ignored Steve completely. "Fun? You call risking her safety fun?" His gaze darted to Sam and Wanda, who looked equally taken aback. "And you two, you just let it happen! You’re supposed to know better, what were you thinking?!"

Gianna’s eyes were big and watery, guilt bubbling in her stomach watching her friends get scolded. The playful atmosphere of moments before had been shattered. Her heart felt twisted, half of her overjoyed to see Bucky a day earlier than expected and half of her in shock at this side of him she hadn’t seen before.

Bucky's jaw clenched, his frustration palpable. "She shouldn't have to risk her safety for anyone's amusement. She's not a toy, Wanda. I mean come on guys, the goddamn bruises on her back haven’t even healed!"

“Bucky…” Gianna’s voice was soft, tentative. “No one made me do it…I wanted to. It isn’t their fault.”

His harsh, angry expression faltered at her voice and he released Peter. Slowly, Bucky turned to Gianna, eyes running over her entire body. He gingerly cupped her face, still scanning for any sign of harm. “Are you okay?” His eyes had completely softened, all anger had given way to concern.

“I’m perfectly fine.” She smiled softly, his warm hands feeling heavenly on her cold cheeks. Holding his gaze, she pressed a gentle kiss on his palm.

Steve stepped in, his tone firm but understanding. "We get it, Buck. I'll talk to Peter and make sure it doesn't happen again. We're all here to look out for each other."

Bucky nodded, but didn’t look away from Gianna. "You’re sure you're okay?"

Gianna nodded, her voice small. "I'm fine, Bucky, really."

Bucky's gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before he reluctantly backed down, his protectiveness still evident. "Fine…but you should at least get changed. You’re going to catch a cold if you stand out here in soaking wet clothes.”

She grabbed her sweatshirt from the crumpled pile on the ground, giving Peter and Wanda an apologetic look while her back was to Bucky. Turning, she held her hand out to him. “Care to escort me?”

The tension began to ease as they walked back towards the compound, but it was clear that Bucky's protective stance wasn't just a passing moment of anger—it was a reflection of how deeply he cared for Gianna. His anger was well-contained, so for it to come out so wildly, especially towards his team…they knew he wasn’t messing around when it came to her.

Once they were out of earshot, Steve turned to the group, eyebrows raised.

“You guys could have been a little more careful.”

“I know, Cap, it’s my fault. I should have stopped it.” Sam looked sheepish.

“No, no, it’s my fault, I got carried away and—” Peter began to fumble out an apology before Steve interrupted, holding a hand up.

“I get it. You don’t need a lecture. Just…be careful. Especially with Gianna. Bucky’s a little overprotective, especially since the accident. No harm no foul.” He gave a reassuring smile. “But you should get changed, don’t want anyone getting sick around here.”

Back in her room, Bucky made a beeline for the massive bathtub that hadn’t been used yet. As hot water began to fill the basin, Gianna sat on the edge, tugging on his arm.

“You’re back.”

“We finished a day early, I wanted to surprise you.”

She chuckled. “You definitely did.”

Bucky sighed, dropping to his knees in front of her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lose my temper. I just…when I came around the corner and saw you, so high in the air, all I could think of was that day.” His jaw clenched. He didn’t have to elaborate. They both knew exactly what he meant. “You were so vulnerable and I was too far away to save you. If something had happened to you—”

Gianna stroked his cheek, tilting his head up to look at her. “I know. I should have been more careful. I didn’t mean to scare you. You were completely justified to feel that way.”

He studied her face, eyes still concerned. Wordlessly, she lifted her hands over her head, giving him a pleading look. The water was the only sound as his hands grabbed the hem of her soaked t-shirt, slowly pulling it over her head. His breath caught as he studied her, topless, right in front of him. He’d seen her change before, but either averted his eyes of politeness or, more recently, desire to avoid temptation. This time, his eyes were locked on her. Goosebumps erupted across her skin, the cold air caressing her exposed body.

Gianna stood, her stomach now level with his eyes. Slowly, deliberately, he slipped his fingers inside her waistband and tugged her sweatpants down. She stepped out, leaving a soaking pile of clothes on the floor and her standing in nothing but a pair of white lace underwear.

For the second time today, Bucky showed a side of himself she didn’t recognize. His eyes were dark as he bit his lip, eyes devouring her. As he knelt before her, he ran a hand up the back of her leg, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. His blue eyes were hungry as he looked up at her, the intensity making her blush. Steam curled around her body from the nearly full bath behind her.

A teasing smile danced on her lips as Gianna turned away from him. Hooking her thumbs in the lace, she let the last article of clothing fall to the floor. Bucky let out a soft moan, frozen in place on his knees. She lowered herself slowly into the water, the warmth feeling indescribable on her chilled skin. When she was fully submerged, she rested her elbows on the edge, meeting Bucky’s eyes.

“Join me?”

His breath caught.

Eyes full of want, he reached out and stroked her hair back from her face. The cargo pants and tactical vest he had on, still adorned with weapons, made him look even bigger than he was. The juxtaposition of his intimidating exterior against his soft, pleading eyes was poetic. For a moment, Gianna felt like she couldn’t breathe.

This is it. It’s finally going to happen.

Just as she felt warmth and butterflies flood her stomach, he stood.

“I should clean up.” Bucky’s eyes had cleared, something inside him shifting. “I haven’t showered in days, I’m disgusting. I’ll come back when you’re done and we can catch up.”

He knelt down, cupping her surprised face, and planted a sweet kiss on her forehead. “I missed you.”

Before she could protest, he was shutting the door behind him.

What the hell just happened? Gianna blinked.

Bucky shut the door to his room harder than he anticipated, leaning against it as he tried to catch his breath. Goddammit. This is going to be harder than I thought. He stripped off layer after layer of his gear and stepped into the cold shower, trying with everything in him not to think about her in the hot bath one room over.

#bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #avengers #bucky barnes x oc #bucky fanfic #bucky fluff #winter soldier #sebastian stan #winter solider x reader #winter soldier fluff

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synthsays · 6 months

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Doctober day 25:

*~¤ Café ¤~*

Marty got a job at the coffee "shop", if you could even call it that, in Los Alamos. The so-called shop was really a stand in the corner of the grocery store but Marty liked to call it his shop. For the residents of Los Alamos that were just passing by in the mornings for work, they would get a coffee. Marty would make that coffee. Of course, he himself always hated the stuff, but work was work and he didn't have anything better to do. He had memorized most of the orders, but one he knew by heart.

Doc Brown, A.K.A. Marty's adoptive father and best friend, ordered coffee every morning. Marty took the liberty to tell him how bad it was to have so much caffeine, but Doc usually responded with a simple smile and left. Doc's order was always a black coffee, plain and simple. How he managed to drink it without gagging was an amusement to Marty. But it was his job to serve, so serve he did.

Helen, one of the scientists from the project Marty had befriended, also preferred her coffee in the morning. Marty wondered if she got coffee just to see him. She never got coffee as often as Doc but she still got it frequently. Her order was complex compared to Doc's. She usually ordered coffee with a bottle of milk, cinnamon and two sugars. Not as complex as some orders, but at least some diversity.

Today was chilly, an average fall day, so Marty expected more customers. The first customer of the day was always his favorite, because it was Doc. A simple order was always great to start off the day.

" Hello, Marty," Dr. E. Brown placed a quarter on the counter, " I'll have the usual."

"You got it, Doc." Marty replaced the quarter with a cup of hot coffee. "What are you working on today?" Marty grinned.

" You know I can't tell you, but it's something important."

" You're the doc, Doc. Good luck!" Doc left, leaving the store eerily quiet yet again.

Marty's business always cooled down right after the morning spree hit. After all, who gets coffee at noon? Edna Strickland, that's who. Apparently, the switchboard's team gets a break at noon, along with a couple of the scientist groups. Of course, the next shift took over, but the previous shift had worked through the morning. She usually wasn't willing to take anything less than her predetermined standard. Marty thought she would just have to deal with it.

" Hello, Mrs. Strickland."

She responded by dropping a pair of dimes on the register.

" Large coffee with ⅓ cup of soy milk, 3 sugars, two dashes of cinnamon. And that's dashes not pinches. There's a difference. 2 ice cubes and ¼ cup cream. If you have it, add one-"

Edna continued her obnoxiously long order, which she happened to change every time. Unfortunately for her, Marty had heard about two words and then tuned her out. He was more focused on lunch than whatever she had to say.

" Young man! Are you even listening?"

Marty worked up from his daydream.

" I'm on it!"

After fetching a cup, he poured a black coffee, put four sugars in and added a splash of milk.

" Here you go, ma'am."

The look of disgust on Edna's face was enough to almost make Marty laugh aloud. He didn't, but it was a possibility.

" This is not what I ordered."

Edna pushed the cup back across the countertop.

" Have a nice day now!"

Marty took his chance to go "to the back", which was really just the area right behind a wall. Essentially hiding there, Marty waited.

" I'll file a report on this place, sooner or later." She grumbled as she reluctantly took the coffee back up.

The season was now winter. Marty had originally thought he would get customers but now he was reevaluating. He could always count on Doc, but someone came in he wasn't expecting. Helen, out of all people, was the first to order on this cold winter's day.

" Good day, Marty. How have you been?" She pulled down her scarf.

"It's been great! Well, as great as one can be when he’s freezing himself in a store in the middle of New Mexico."

" Oh, it's not that bad. Well, believe it or not, I'm wondering if I could get a coffee."

Helen and Marty both laughed.

" I think I can manage that. What are you ordering today?" Marty held a pencil and pad to jot down whatever she had to say.

" I'll take the usual: milk, cinnamon and two sugars." " Coming right up!"

After Marty prepared the drink, he got an idea. Why not start a habit of leaving notes for each other? Marty didn't need to do so with Doc, but Helen he didn't talk to so much. He quickly scribbled down a " Good luck with the project Helen!" with the previously mentioned pencil and paper, and stuck it between the cup and saucer.

Later, when he went to pick up the cups from the small table positioned in his little "shop", he noticed the paper had been flipped. On the other hand read ' Keep up the coffee, Marty!' with Helen's signature. Marty smiled and stuffed the note into his pocket.

Hours after this interaction, Marty checked the time to see that it was the end of his shift. He hadn't gotten much from today's shift. A couple more, back coffees or the occasional milk with sugar, but besides that, the store was empty. He threw his apron over the counter and pulled on his jacket. He hadn't noticed it had started snowing.

Must've been too caught up in daydreaming.

It was a bad habit, he had to admit. Recently he had caught himself thinking about the past. Or should I say, the future. That was years ago, yet it still hurt to think about it.

Now wasn't the time, though. He had to focus on how to not freeze his eyelids off. That made him think, had he worn enough layers today?

I wonder if they had cold medicine in the 40s…

#yeah idk i made mpws coffee shop au bc i thought it would be funny #yeah its 1k words #idk #enjoy :D!!#bttf #back to the future #marty mcfly #MPWS #most people were silent #40s doc #doc brown #doctober 2023 #bttf doctober #doctober #harassynth is a federal crime mr corleone

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i-bring-crack · 10 months

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Small Thomas/Lennart coffee AU.

He is in uni right now trying to earn a living so he chooses to work at a coffee shop with Laura, the only person who can speak German (and other lenguages on the side).

He develops a small friendship with her which is nice, especially since he is just an international student with not a lot friends in his first year.

But he doesn't mind having only one friend after school, it's chill, he is chill.

Then one day as they are about to close, Lennart can hear some... he doesn't know how many, but there are a lot of motorcycles at the doorway.

It's strange. They are about to close and it's not like they are willing to ask for something right as they are about to do that, right? Yeah, it's probably just another store they are going to.

And then they don't

A huge, muscular man wearing a Hawaiian T shirt and cargo shorts in the middle of the freaking night comes knocking on the door. The glass tainted windows probably hidding him while Lennart can see the man, and his golden hair feet long (God he could possibly fit inside of him).

He doesn't know I he should answer it. Laura is cleaning the backrooms and he is getting the tables done so obviously he should but at the same time his gut tells him NO. DO NOT.

It's a mixed reaction all together.

Once the bell almost breaks due to the rough handling of the door, Lennart appears and just swings the door open, stelling his nerves for everything that is about to come!

Death

Most likely it's death.

Still, before they catch on that Laura is in the establishment, he will open the door first

And oh dear God is he tall. Handsome too. Lennart always had more of a fascination with men than he did with women. And when this entire man was just the epitome of that...

NO FOCUS! He isn't even gay and he is definetly out to kill somebody here.

"Can... Can I help you with something?" He tries to say it in the most soothing version that he can't, but the German accent he has makes it sound too serious.

The motorist laughs at his comment, those sound entering his soul heart like the beats of a drum.

"Does Laura Sokolova work here by any chance?" He pulls out the smoke in his hand as he says so.

Ah, they know her. They KNOW her. Wh-what h-how could they know her?? Is she affiliated with them?

Wait no! Laura who studies even in the after noon! Laura Sokolova who wants a masters degree in aerospace engineering. How could SHE of all people be related to this, probably gand leader, motorists.

"I'm sorry but who are you?" He knows he isn't the best person to defend her but dammit, he has to at least do something for her, especially when she was so quick to help him get used to living in the US.

The motorist send down a chilly glare through the sunglasses, again, in the middle of the freaking Night, but the smile still lingers.

"I don't need to tell you that to you."

He is playing with fire over here. "I think you should." Some whistles go out in mid air. He doesn't know what the heck those mean.

The smile leaves him. Lennart, for the first time, understands what the New York winter feels like.

"And for what reason should I?" He leans even closer, letting the other man have better sight at his teeth, God he would rip him open, he would only need one bite probably to attack his neck. The smell around his is, surprisingly sweet, shampoo like, he doesn't know what kind of feeling he is supposed to get out of this but

He is still scared.

"Answer, pretty boy."

By command he does. "I—"

"Thomas?"

The two look back at her who has already finished cleaning the rest of the backrooms and is now... there, standing right behind him with a genuine curious look in her eyes.

Lennart doesn't know what to say next before Thomas just abruply passes through him and begins to hug her with a sudden smile on his face.

Much to Lennart's surprise Laura isn't even half as nervous or scared as him. She even looks mildly annoyed.

Laura Sokolova everyone...

"What the heck are you doing here?"

"It's the grandma's birthday tomorrow! How could I not be here! I'm sure you still have some desserts left right? A cake or two made out of coffee or strawberry, just as she likes it!"

"Um..." The two turned back to him, Laura suddenly looses all of her annoyed traits and goes back to the serious pokerface from before.

"Right, you don't know him." She apologizes, not that Lennart feels any reason for her to do that, but she is also too resilient about it and "this big dude can scare anyone away, it's why he doesn't have much friends apart from the ones he beats up."

"Aw come on!"

Laura smiles a bit. "But don't worry, he won't try to hurt you unless he planned on fighting you since the beginning."

"Say, who is that guy Laura?"

Laura looks back at Thomas as if trying to say 'you didn't present yourself?' And the other shrugs while avoiding eye contact.

She sighs, " Lennart, this is Thomas Andre, he is someone close to me."

"... Your boyfriend?" It leaves his mouth so suddenly that immediately after that he tries to cover his mouth and stop the heavy sweat coming down to him.

Oh shit.

"No." She cringes while Thomas is left there, frozen, before echoing a laugh throughout the whole room. Those kinds of laughs that really do come from the belly. "Oh god no. Lennart, he likes men."

"Oh." His cheeks start to flush. "Oh."

#solo leveling #solo leveling manwha #lennart niermann #thomas andre #laura solo leveling #thomas/lennart

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inaris-mage-of-storms · 1 year

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Okay, I'm still not making much headway on chapter four of HYH, but I needed to write something or I was going to explode. So have a little bonus scene for the first story instead. :D It takes place somewhere after the mineshaft adventure but before the meteor shower.

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"And that one's the Gilded Goose," said Scott, pointing up at the sky with one hand while the other entwined with Jimmy's. "She's only visible at the height of summer. Then she moves on, and when winter approaches its peak the Red Wolf takes her place."

Jimmy gazed up at the pattern Scott pointed out in the stars, his thumb absently moving over the back of Scott's hand. "I can't believe how many there are," he said. "I bet if you combined every story from every place, there wouldn't be a single star left that wasn't part of something bigger."

"No, probably not," agreed Scott. It was one of the many things he liked about traveling; every region he visited saw the same stars in a different way, and every story he collected made the tapestry above that much richer. "Are there any that you know?"

"Just that one," said Jimmy, pointing in another direction. "I don't know any stories, but it's called the King. There's his sash, and over there is his crown."

"Oh, wow," said Scott, recognizing part of the constellation. "He overlaps with the Ocean Queen. You can't see the full pattern from here, but she's the most recognizable thing in the sky if you're near the Shallow Sea. They share a crown, I guess."

Jimmy laughed. "Maybe they were in love. Be a strange pair, though, a king of the mesa and a queen of the ocean."

Scott smiled. "Maybe they were." He lay his head on Jimmy's shoulder. "And now they get to dance together for eternity."

"Sounds kinda nice," said Jimmy, and pressed a kiss to Scott's hair. "Speaking of dancing, I'm sorry you didn't get a chance to when we went to town."

"Eh, it's alright," said Scott, then smirked. "I enjoyed what we did get to do much better." He didn't raise his head to see if Jimmy's ears were turning red, but he assumed they were from the squeak Jimmy made, and he laughed softly.

"Still," said Jimmy, "you said you like dancing. I just think it's a shame you didn't get to do something you – oh!" He sat straight up, the movement dislodging Scott from his comfortable position. "Wait, I forgot! There should be - " He jumped to his feet and darted over to the barn. Scott followed, curious, and watched as Jimmy dug around a corner where it seemed a variety of objects had been stored out of the way.

"Here it is!" Jimmy lifted a tarpaulin to reveal an old phonograph, then opened a chest below it and took out a record. "Let's see, how did this work again?" he muttered to himself, and after a moment of fidgeting with it, music filled the barn and spilled out into the night air as he successfully got the disc in place and spinning.

Jimmy grinned triumphantly, then went to where Scott stood in the doorway and offered his hand. "I, uh, don't actually know how to dance," he said as his grin turned sheepish. "But would you do me the honor of being my partner?"

Scott laughed, delighted by the music and Jimmy's eagerness. "I would love to," he said, and took Jimmy's hand. "Come on, I'll teach you."

He guided Jimmy through the steps of a simple waltz, and it didn't take long before they were swaying together in a comfortable rhythm. Once Jimmy had an idea of what was expected, his hold on Scott was confident and strong, but never lost its gentleness. Scott watched the moonlight slide across his face as they turned, and the way Jimmy gazed at him made him feel like his heart would drift away to dwell with the stars above if it got any lighter.

Scott's smile dimmed as a realization settled against his ribs. I can't do this to him.

Jimmy was not the first person to look at Scott like they were holding the entire world in their arms. It was another of the things he liked about traveling; sometimes when he found someplace to stay for a while, he got lucky and also found a pretty boy to have a little fun with. He would spend a few weeks pretending to be swept away by flattery and attention, until his admirer conveniently revealed the location of a hidden stash of gold or gems, and Scott's visit conveniently came to an end.

It should have been as simple as it always was. Jimmy should have been just like every other lover swept away by Scott's charm. Scott never dreamed anyone would be able to sweep him away in turn.

The record ended, and Scott and Jimmy drifted to a stop. "How was that?" asked Jimmy with a grin. "Was I okay?"

Scott smiled, feeling a pang in his chest at how easily his arms slipped around Jimmy's neck and Jimmy's arms slipped around his waist. "You were wonderful," he said softly.

Jimmy's grin brightened at the praise, and he pulled Scott into a kiss. Scott leaned into him, fingers caressing the nape of his neck, and he never wanted to let go.

He needed to let go.

In the end, Jimmy made the decision for them. "It's getting late," he said as he pulled away. "Let me get that back where it goes, and we'll go to bed."

Scott stepped back and watched Jimmy disappear into the barn again. "Thank you for the dance," he said when Jimmy returned, and their hands found each other again as they headed back to the house.

"You're welcome," said Jimmy, and pulled Scott's hand up to his lips. "I'll be your dance partner whenever you want. I can't imagine ever wanting to dance with anyone else."

Scott laughed, and he blamed the weakness of it on the late hour. "I'm sure you'll have plenty of dance partners in the future, and better ones than I am."

Jimmy's laugh was far warmer. "Impossible," he said, dropping to a near whisper as they entered the quiet house. "You're everything I could ever want."

series masterpost

#empiresshipping #flower husbands #farmboy au #file: storm writes things

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atolua · 1 year

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𖥻 PEARL & RUBY ˒ 𝐞𝐭𝐚. winter of 2022

EDITION .. because her happiness matters more than the price tag of a jewel

FEATURING .. lua’s secret love interest

CW(S) .. babie getting spoiled because she deserves it

MONA SAYS .. like i told matty, i had to break the cupid tuesday schedule for this!

if there's one thing lua is bad at, it's keeping her wants a secret. take now as an example: no matter how hard she tries to look at other jewelry, like the rubies or diamonds, her gaze constantly gravitates towards the pearl necklace.

she tries to remind herself of the price so she can be deterred, but it doesn't work. the orange haired girl comes to realize how obvious she's being when he asks, “you wanna buy that one?”

“what? no, i just think it's nice to look at.” it's not a total lie.. the accessory is pretty, but the numbers that come with it isn't.

breathing out a small sigh, lua works a smile on her face and looks up at him. “i'll just go to the toilet and then we can continue shopping, okay?”

“that's fine, baby. i'll be waiting right here.”

she lightly tussles his jet black hair and runs away before he can enact revenge. when she comes back, she sees that he's kept his word.. and found something to distract himself with.

“what's that?” she points to the small bag, its ribbon undone by his fiddling.

he holds it out to her and beams, “for you.”

given the familiar logo printed on the bag, lua feels like she has an idea of what's inside. yet she remains in denial until she opens the box to reveal a necklace—the same pearl necklace she had been eyeing from the moment they entered this store.

“darling,” she stares at him with disbelief, her voice unintentionally quivering. “you didn't have to buy it..”

he nods then tells her, “you're right, i didn't. but i wanted to, so you can't make me return it.”

lua sits the box on the counter and throws her arms around him. despite hearing the coos and awes from the staff, the words he whispers are as clear as her growing adoration for him.

“the price tag means nothing to me, so long as you're happy.”

❑ TAGLIST .. @stealanity @ateezivy

#୫ ⋄ … cupid ˖ better an oops than a what if #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez 9th member #ateez additional member #ateez addition #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x oc #skz x oc

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beanghostprincess · 5 months

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A very Sanuso Christmas #8

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

"Christmas shopping"

-> Transfem!Sanji / Pining Sanuso

The crew goes to a winter island that's completely Christmas-themed and they decide to stay to celebrate their first Holidays together, now that they finally can do it peacefully. Sanji and Usopp decide to go do some Christmas shopping together, always enjoying their time with each other. They're not dating, but damn they wish they were. Usopp thinks it's a great opportunity to confess to Sanji! He's been waiting for a long time to tell her about his feelings, but he's never brave enough to actually do so... Christmas is so romantic, though! Perhaps this time it'll work out.

They spend the whole day together until nighttime, enjoying the cold breeze and walking through the village's stores together. Sanji holds his hand a lot of times, and perhaps it's not in a conscious way, but it makes Usopp go stupid. She drags him around and talks about all the new recipes she has for Christmas, while Usopp also makes her go with him to toy stores that he finds.

Usopp even gives her his jacket, because she won't stop complaining about the cold and he wants to be a gentleman, even if he ends up freezing too. Sanji holds his hand again, this time for good, staring at him in the eyes. They witness their first Christmas snow together. They watch the Christmas lights, enjoying each other's warmth. And Usopp is dying to kiss her... But he can't. She just looks so happy he doesn't want to ruin it if she doesn't like it. She's dying to kiss him too, but she's equally stupid.

Sanji says something about a dress. A very expensive dress she would love to wear at the party they have planned. But she can't afford it, sadly, especially after exceeding the budget Nami gave him to buy ingredients.

When they go back to the ship, Usopp quickly sneaks out without saying anything to anyone (if Zoro sees, he doesn't say anything either).

And if that dress ends up under their tree (it's one of Nami's, btw) with Sanji's name written over the bag and no sign of who gifted it to her, nobody says anything. Even if they all know what's going on. Sanji calls it a Christmas miracle, even if she knows it's much, much more.

And if Sanji kisses Usopp's cheek while they're partying, in a corner where nobody else can see... She'll just say it's her gift.

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ This is basically just me posting different Sanuso headcanons every day during all of December because I thought it would be something sweet to make for them!!! If you have any cute Christmas (or just Winter related too! New Year! Whatever you think could fit) Sanuso headcanons just send them to me and I will make a post like this about them (tagging you ofc, unless you want to be anon!).

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

#THEY'RE SO IMPORTANT TO ME #idk i thought this was sweet #i did this on time (who would've thought)#one piece #black leg sanji #usopp #sanuso #transfem sanji #a very sanuso christmas

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misaverawrites · 2 years

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What If You Kissed Me? (Steve Rogers x Reader)

summary: You were placed in charge of Bucky's rehabilitative care after coming back from Wakanda, you and Steve get to know each other pretty well.

tags: mentions of rehabilitation, mentions of winter soldier!bucky, minor spoilers for up until avengers: infinity war, kind of in a fucky spot in the timeline lol don't look too closely lol, Steve saves you on a mission, kissing, she/her pronouns, description of a knife, steve knocks this lady out, non-graphic descriptions of violence.

a/n: y’all i am down bad, i started rewatching marvel movies from when i was a kid (phase 1/2) and f u c k i love them lol

There wasn't much of a reason for you to form connections in your life, it just slowed you down. That's what you'd believed as you made your way from college to the C.I.A to S.H.I.E.L.D. You'd been recruited into one of the most secret government agencies in the world and that was enough for you. Until they put you on his case.

"James Buchanan Barnes, birthdate March 10, 1917," Director Fury and you stood in an elevator, he read aloud all you needed to know, "Former assassin for Hydra, now currently works as a supersoldier for us. You will keep a close eye on him and work with him on rehabilitation. You will also have to deal with Captain Rogers and Sam Wilson, who hang around despite the fact that I damn well tell them not too." You silently nod, taking the file from the Director's hand. This was something you weren't prepared for, one of your first assignments ever being the rehabilitation of one of the most wanted men in the world, who is also an Avenger, as well as deal with his Avenger friends. You shake off the nerves as you thumb through the file once more, feeling the director's gaze on you. You look up and wait anxiously for the elevator to stop, when it does you suddenly feel hot and your stomach feels like a deep pit, you have to do this. The elevator doors open and Fury hands you a new identification card with a new clearance level that quickly sets you at ease. It read to you clear as day, Clearance Level 7 Agent. You smile softly at the new badge, pinning it onto your breast as you follow after Fury. He enters an area you'd barely even known existed as he stops in front of a room, escorting you inside.

"Sergeant Barnes, I assume your time in Wakanda served you well?" Fury says, James, nodding in turn, staying quiet. Fury looks at you and back at the Sergeant, before leaving the both of you alone. You offer a polite smile at him, not knowing what to say at this moment. "Sergeant Barnes-." You try to begin but Bucky raises his hand at you, "Call me James, please." You nod, pleased that you and he could have this level of mutual awkwardness with one another. "Welcome back from Wakanda, James." He nods as you decide to sit down with him, "So, has anything happened in your life lately?" He sits in silence, possibly deciding what he trusts you enough to tell you right now. "I found a little grocery store, near my new place. Sam's been making me try new stuff, turns out we didn't cook very well in the 40s." He jokes, causing you to laugh, "What food have you liked the most now?" He exhales a bit and sits up, "Well, everything feels overwhelmingly spicy, you know? Hydra well... they fed me what I basically ate in the army or they didn't feed me at all... I just really enjoy having the choice, even if the choice is in my face and everything." You nod a bit, listening to him talk about anything... Wakanda, his life before as he calls it, all the changes in his life, you can't help but find it all terribly interesting. You feel entranced by the things he's telling you about his adventures during the War, something you'd only ever learned about in textbooks with black and white photos and mild interest and now it was here in front of you. Until you hear a knock on the door.

"Hey, Buck... Oh- sorry." You turn around at the knock, only to see him. Steve Rogers, Captain America as he is more well known. You smile politely and stand, "You're fine, Captain, James and I were just finishing up and then I'll be out of your way." He shakes his head and the smile he gives you makes you want to faint. He was something out of a dream, he holds out his hand to shake yours, a gesture you meet. His hands are firm and large, practically dwarfing the size of your own. “You’re alright,” He says, “Do whatever you need to do.” He offers you that smile again; causing your stomach to turn over, and it makes you want to pass out in terror. This is stupid and you know it. Having a crush on Captain America, a living legend and Avenger, who is also the best friend of your rehabilitation charge, these feelings are new to you but you decide to shake them off. You were still a professional adult woman.

You continue working around the two men, watching them talk about whatever, and you can't help but steal a glance at the Captain every now and again. He's so much more different than anything you'd seen out on the news, he's human.

That's why, when you are tasked to go on a mission with him, Bucky, Sam, and Natasha, you can't help but feel nervous or even a bit useless. Two super-soldiers, a woman who was bred and raised to become a spy, a soldier who was damn good at his secret task, and you, a normal young woman who was just able to become a SHIELD agent and get placed somewhere as lucky as with Bucky being your "charge." You sigh as you pull on a bit of protective gear, turning to see Steve, who suddenly pulled his eyes away, he wasn't staring at me, you reason with yourself. "It's your first field mission like this, yeah?" He asks you as you nod nervously, it was scary enough being on a mission like this, but admitting it to someone like Steve Rogers? Terrifying. It was supposedly easy, but, with a squad like this. You knew Fury was lying out of his ass. In an abandoned warehouse that held SHIELD and Hydra secrets, you were all tasked to do a full sweep, make sure whatever rats are lying low, go down, and grab those secrets.

"Alright, well stay with Bucky and you'll be alright, I know you can handle yourself though." He gives you that smile, again and it makes you want to melt. "How do you know I can handle myself, we've never even gone on a mission." He gives a shrug and a smile, "Some people just... have a way that you can tell. You're one of them." You feel warmth on your skin and watch as the look in his eyes scream admiration. The helicraft carrying the five of you slows and the door slides open, allowing Sam to move past you two, not before shooting a look over to Steve, and dropping out, his wings carrying him over the warehouse for any recon needed on this mission. There's only a bit of time left and you exhale, trying to dispel even an ounce of the nerves bouncing around in your stomach. Steve places his hand on your shoulder, as the door opens once again, allowing you all to parachute out of the helicraft. "(Y/N), Buck, take the left side, try to minimize casualties for now. Natasha and I will take the right side, keep your comms on." He then walks off with Natasha and you go off with Bucky.

"You need to make your move." You hear Bucky from behind you, causing you to turn and face him, "What do you mean?" Bucky rolls his eyes, "I mean Steve. He likes you, you like him. Seriously, you two... Wait." There's a quiet beeping, it pulls you both from your conversation, Bucky goes after it, leaving you alone. You stay on guard but the worry overtakes you until you feel the blade of a knife, sharp and shiny, pressed against your neck.

"Shit." You whisper as you feel a woman holding you now, "I've been compromised." You whisper, trying to make it sound more like a statement than a warning call over comms. "Now, what is a normal SHIELD puppy like you doing here?" The woman asks, you simply stay quiet, maybe I can catch her leg and flip her? You think to yourself. That is until you feel yourself pushed forward onto the ground, you crawl trying to get away from her until you turn back to see Steve, covering her mouth and knocking her out with the front, more blunt side of his shield.

You slowly begin to stand up that is until he takes you into his arms, weaving his hands into your hair, "You scared me…” He breathes into your hair, holding you to his chest. “I heard you and Bucky and then Bucky said something about a trap and I-.” You pull away from him, “You heard me and Bucky?” He simply nods, and you feel a bit embarrassed, he knows about your stupid, massive crush on him. “I haven’t been in love since 1945, but, I know it when I feel it. That’s why I’m telling you, I have feelings for you and I’m so happy you feel the same.” This doesn’t feel real in the slightest, but as far as you are aware, this is the happiest moment in your life.

Steve presses his lips to yours in a kiss that makes your heart skip a beat, his hands threading through your hair and land on your hips, you’ve imagined how his lips felt and in reality? They’re better. You only pull away once you hear Sam clear his throat on the comms, reminding the both of you that you’re on a mission.

“Hey you crazy kids,” You hear Bucky snark at the two of you over comms, “Wait until after the mission?” You roll your eyes but pull away from Steve, not before kissing him one more time on the cheek. "Let's get coffee after the mission?" He asks you and you give him a wide smile and nod, "Of course, Steve." The use of his real name makes him smile at you as he wraps his hand around yours as the two of you continue on with the mission to come.

#steve rodgers x reader #mcu fandom #mcu fluff #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #captain america #captain america x reader #captain america x female reader #captain america x you #steve rogers x female reader #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #marvel #marvel fanfiction #x reader #fanfiction #fanfic

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Winter Light - Chapter 4

Pairing:Tom Grant (Make Up) x OFC

Summary: Vanessa, a young cancer patient, arrives at a remote holiday park in Cornwall to wait out the rest of her days, but after a chance meeting with a park employee named Tom who's nursing a broken heart, Vanessa realizes life may not be done with her yet.

Warnings: very light smut, angst, some fluff, swearing, serious illness (cancer), discussion of death/grief

A/N: My first attempt at writing smut, and man, it was like pulling teeth. And it's not even that smutty - more like implied smut, which is the only kind I can write. Guess I'd rather leave things to the imagination. So if you're looking for something more graphic/explicit, sorry!

Also, prawns aren't really cannibals, despite what Mike Wozniak may tell you.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Stay with You

Thus began their new routine.

Tom all but moved into Vanessa's caravan. He would leave for work in the morning and come back for tea or even lunch if there was not much to do that day, and they would spend the evening watching TV or reading, before he carried her to bed and made his bed on the sofa. Sometimes they fell asleep together on the sofa, and Vanessa would wake with her head on Tom's chest. She savored those moments as she lied there, listening to his breathing, feeling his heartbeat. But soon, too soon, he would always wake up and carry her to her bed, before returning to the sofa.

Tom found a wheelchair in one of the store rooms, and on the rare sunny days, they would pack a picnic and head to the beach, Tom pushing her in the chair, stopping just as the path merged with the sand. Then he would pick her up and carry her to their favorite spot under the foot of a dune, where the wind wasn't as strong. She savored those moments too, with his strong, capable arms around her, and the hollow between his neck and shoulder forming the perfect cradle for her head.

"It's supposed to snow soon," Tom said one day, as they sat looking at the churning gray sea. "Might even get a white Christmas."

"Really? Gosh, it's been ages since it snowed on Christmas." Vanessa looked around the desolate beach with its frozen sand and sad clumps of dead, brown grass. Yes, a cover of snow would make it a lot prettier. "Aren't you going home for Christmas though?" Tom shook his head. "But your mum and sister..."

"They'll understand. Besides..." Tom turned away, suddenly looking awkward. "I heard that Ruth's back home. Don't want to risk running into her."

He still thought about her then. Vanessa tried not to show how much that hurt her. But what he said next quickly wiped away that hurt: "And I want to stay with you."

Vanessa stamped down the excitement in her heart. She said with careful nonchalance, "I might not last till then."

"Don't," Tom said quietly.

His voice trembled a little, and that frightened Vanessa. Tom had always been very pragmatic and matter-of-fact when speaking about her death, but now here he was, not looking at her, his lips pressed together to stop them from quivering. No, she would not have that.

"Don't what?" she asked, ready for a fight.

"Don't say things like that."

"Like what? I'm going to die, aren't I? There's no use mincing words."

Tom flinched, but he kept his eyes on her. "Yes, but don't make fun of people when they say they're going to be sad."

"You sound just like them."

"Like who?"

"My family. Fuss, fuss, fuss. I'm sick of it."

"People grieve when someone they love die, you can't deny them that." Tom was getting riled up now. She had watched him long enough to see the tell-tale sign of his forehead scar turning red, his eyes sparking. "And you'll be dead by then, so why does it fucking matter what other people feel?"

Vanessa flinched at the anger in his voice. Tom noticed it.

"What? You can talk about dying but I can't?" he said. "You're afraid, aren't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," she managed to say.

"You talk big, but face it, Vanessa, you're afraid. Afraid to die, and afraid to live too."

"That's rich, coming from you."

"Fucking right, I'm a pathetic coward who's hiding from his ex. At least I can admit that."

Suddenly Vanessa was angry. Angry at this boy for being right, for saying all the things she'd been thinking but had not the courage to admit to herself. Angry at herself for falling in love with him, for letting him getting under her skin. And angry at her illness, for taking everything away from her before she got to experience them.

"I don't have to listen to this." Leaning on her cane, she stood up and walked away, but she had only gotten a few steps when her treacherous legs buckled under her in a jolt of pain and she crumpled to the ground. Tom was beside her in a flash, his arms out to pick her up. "Leave me alone, I can do it myself," she snapped at him. She pushed her cane into the sand, trying to get to her feet, but the frozen sand slipped, and another spear of pain stabbed through her. She cried out. Somehow his arms were around her, and she clung to him, sobbing against his chest.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said those things," he murmured. "You're the bravest person I know." She felt the soothing of his voice rather than hearing the words, and her breathing calmed. She lifted her head to say something to him, she didn't know what, just as he bent his head down to her, and their lips met.

Tom bolted away as if he just had an electric shock, but Vanessa impulsively pulled him back to her. Time seemed to stop while they held on to each other, their faces so close Vanessa could see her shaky breaths ruffling his eyelashes. Those fluttering lashes were her undoing. She leaned forward and kissed him, just a quick peck, really, just to see how it felt, to get it out of her system. He froze for a second, stunned. Then he kissed her back. Slowly, softly at first, then she felt his tongue brush against her lips, so she parted them to let him in, and the kiss got hungrier as he cupped her face in his hands, pulling her close, and she realized he had been waiting for this moment too.

***

Vanessa didn't remember how they got back to the caravan. Tom must have carried her, because her legs no longer worked. But it wasn't because of the pain. There was no more pain. There was nothing else, except for the feel of his mouth on hers, his taste of the tea they had been drinking, and his smell of warm, clean clothes and a faint trace of the sea.

They stumbled through the door, pressed together in a tangle of coats and jumpers and arms and legs, struggling to get their clothes off but not wanting to stray too far from each other or for too long. "Hold on," Tom mumbled as he bent down to unlace his boots. He lost his balance and sent both of them crashing to the floor, giggling like two naughty kids. "Sorry," he laughed softly into her neck, then that laugh turned into a nuzzle, and that nuzzle turned into a kiss that ran all the way from her throat to her collarbone, sending shivers down her spine.

As Tom reached out to lift her shirt up, Vanessa seemed to wake up from the haze. She stopped his hand. "Can we get under the covers first?" she asked.

"You cold?"

That would be a good excuse. Vanessa almost said yes, but she wanted to be honest with Tom. "No. I just... I don't want you to..." She didn't want him to see her body, how the cancer had left her all skin and jutting bones.

"You want to stop?"

"No, it's not that. It's... I'm..." How could she explain? How would she bear it if he took her clothes off and reacted with disappointment, or even disgust? Her nervousness seemed to be contagious. Tom let go of her, took a step back.

"We don't have to do this," he said. "I'd understand. It's been over a year... and before that, I don't know..."

But realizing that he was nervous as well had helped her relax. "I don't mind that," she said, drawing closer until her head rested on his chest. The thought of being away from him at that moment was unbearable. "I'm not that experienced myself, you know. I do want to be with you. It's just..."

Tom saw the way she was holding on to the hem of her shirt, twisting it, and guessed her discomfort. "Here," he said, lifting her chin so she was looking at him. "Trust me." He pulled off his own shirt and trousers. "See, not exactly Mr. GQ myself," he said.

Vanessa stared at his body, taking everything in. He was fit, but not as sculpted as she'd expected. He just looked... soft. Yes, that was the right word. Soft and comforting and safe. She touched the tan lines that hadn't quite faded from around his biceps, and ran her hand slowly from the chain around his neck to his chest, to his soft belly, and finally to the faint line of hair disappearing into his boxers.

Tom drew a sharp breath, and that gave her the courage to push on. She slid his boxers down, resting her hand there for a moment before raising her arms so he could do the same for her, peeling off the layers one by one, until they stood facing each other with nothing but the electrified air between their skins.

Just as she had done with him, Tom reached out to stroke her neck, her shoulder, her breasts, her hips, his eyes following his lingering fingers as if he was marveling at her. His languorous touch stripped her of her inhibitions, her fears, her pains, and released the butterflies in her stomach into a cloud of tingling warmth that flooded her entire body. He pulled her in for another kiss. "There's nothing to be ashamed of," he whispered into her hair. "You're beautiful."

And then they were in bed, mapping each other's body with fingers and mouths, finding all the places where they fitted together like pieces of a puzzle. She tried to stay focused, to memorize everything, his face swimming above her, his eyes dark and liquid in the yellow glow of the floodlights shining in through the window, his chain tickling her. She wrapped herself around him, her legs on his waist, her arms across his back, feeling his muscles ripple and arch like the sea, her fingers wound into his hair, her face buried into his neck as she kissed his pulsing veins, holding on to him, taking him in with every fiber of her being, while the wet heat that bloomed between them built and crested until it engulfed them both.

She didn't let go of him even when the heat had subsided, inside and out. "Talk to me, please," she murmured, cradling his head. "I don't want to go to sleep yet."

"What d'you wanna talk about?" Tom mumbled, his breath warm on her chest.

"I don't know. Anything."

"OK, do you know that prawns are cannibals?"

Vanessa laughed. "That's not true!"

"It is. They eat their babies. Surprised you didn't know that, bug girl."

"Prawns aren't bugs."

"They're sea bugs. Same thing."

Vanessa ran her fingers through his hair, still slightly damp with sweat, and tugged at the rogue curl that always dangled over his forehead whenever he got excited. "Say something else."

Tom propped himself up on his elbows so he could look at her. "Are you happy now?" he asked.

She gazed at him. She was happy. She was happy in a way she hadn't dreamed possible just a few hours ago, let alone when she first arrived at this desolate bit of Cornwall. She was so happy it frightened her. But she only said, "Yes. Are you?"

"Yes." He leaned down to kiss her, and their conversation continued without words.

Later, Tom fell asleep curved on her, his arm around her waist. Vanessa turned to look at him, committing to her memory and her heart every little detail, the way his lips parted slightly in sleep, the way he always had one arm tucked under the pillow, the dusting of freckles across the bridge of his nose. Remembering, because it would be all that she had.

When she was sure he was sound asleep, she got out of bed, as quietly as she could. She packed her suitcase with a few essentials - she wouldn't need much. She put Seamus Heaney's "Death of a Naturalist" on the kitchen table, with a note folded into "Lovers on Aran". It was a short note. There was so much she wanted to say, but she was afraid if she took the time to write it all down, Tom might wake up.

Chapter 5 (last chapter)

#tom grant #tom make up #tom grant fic #tom grant x ofc #joseph quinn #joseph quinn fic #tom grant smut #joseph quinn smut

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Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3

Wei Wuxian enters their meeting room with an innocent-looking smile on his lips and silver eyes shining with playfulness, which makes both Meng Yao and Wen Qing get on high alert, their past experience telling them that whatever the kid is thinking, is not good at all

"So!" The teen smiles with excessive mirth "I received an interesting wish today"

"Going by your standards, I must question what exactly you mean by 'interesting'" Meng Yao comments wryly, even if they have shared interests and multiple things in common, some of A-Xian's tastes have always been more... weird; courtesy of growing up in a mass grave and being raised by ghosts, he guesses

The teen shows them a smirk in response

"Qing-jie" he turns to the healer "What kind of person is Wen Ruohan?"

The question takes her by sorprise

"Wen Ruohan? Well... he is very powerful and ambitious, when we left he was starting to invade minor sects out of some delusion that everyone was too dumb to lead themselves so he has to conquer us and do it himself" Wen Qing scoffs with a frown. Honestly, moving to the burial mounds was the best decision she could've taken

"Huh..." Wei Wuxian contemplates it for about a second "Between us, who do you think is more powerful?" He wonders innocently

Both Meng Yao and Wen Qing feel shivers down their spine

"Wha-"

"What's this about, A-Xian?" Meng Yao looks at the one he considers a younger brother with trepidation, the teen clears he throat and starts reading the scroll in his hands

"'Great Yiling Patriarch, I've heard all about your amazing accomplishments, so I send this missive to you out of despair. As you must know by now, the cultivation world is going through a great war against the Wens. Because of this, my family is in danger, so I must ask... please kill Wen Ruohan'" both officers loudly inhale. Wei Wuxian continues "'... I can't ask you to kill the entire Qishan Wen sect, though if you did the reward would be just as big, so at least I implore you to take down Wen Ruohan, without him, the remaining Wens might surrounder and my family will be safe. With this request, I leave you the list of payment and a way of contact' so it says"

"Ho~ interesting indeed" Meng Yao says that but he looks like on the verge of qi deviation

"So? What's the reward?" Wen Qing questions with a frown

"Hmmm says that the ownership of several stores and locals here in Yiling, an entire cargo of silks, gold, silver, licor, rice, rare medicinal plants, and the ownership of a plot of land in Yingchuan" Wei Ying reads

"What?! Let me see that!" Wen Qing practically rips the letter from him and Meng Yao also hurry to peek at it next to her. Wei Wuxian looks at them fondly, they get along very well despite their usual bickering "Are you going to meet them?" The healer asks him with her 'suspicious scowl', as Wei Wuxian calls it, the teen shrugs

"Sure, the Yiling Patriarch never refuses a wish"

'He says that but whenever he doesn't want to grant a petition he makes the offender forget everything about it' Meng Yao thinks raising an eyebrow 'Well, if I were asked to kill and torture innocent people I'd do the same' he sighs, and turns to look at Wen Qing, he knows they share similar thoughts

"These plants that are listed..." Wen Qing seems conflicted "They could help Meng-furen with her breathing problem"

"For real?!" Wei Wuxian exclaims

"Its a very strong possibility, what she has is something chronic from her days in the city, bad weather, and a weak constitution, Wei Wuxian's treatment has been effective so far, but it only alleviates the symptoms and stalls them, the problem persists, which is why she still has such a hard time in winter, this-" Wen Qing points at a plant whose name Wei Wuxian doesn't recognize "is a root that could help her lungs expel all the mucus and make them stronger"

"Auntie..." Wei Ying beams at the news "Well, I was going to accept solely for the challenge but with this..."

"Wait a second A-Xian!" Meng Yao interjects "I understand how big this is, and I know how strong you are, but to fight Wen Ruohan..." he pauses, A-Xian is strong, he really is powerful but... "It's too risky, what if it's a trap?"

"Huh?" Wei Wuxian looks at him curiously, normally, he fully trusts his instincts, which were honed to perfection to avoid any type of danger by living inside the Burial Mounds, but after growing up with Yao-ge, he learned to trust his slyness and understanding of human plotting more

"The only city the Wens have been unable to obtain is Yiling, they've tried multiple times and you always send them flying, so what if it's a trap to lure you out?"

"Hmmm? The Wens also failed to take Yunmeng though," Wei Wuxian adds

"Thanks to you" Meng Yao crosses his arms "My point stands, also... if you enter the battle alone with your powers, the war council may have problems with it, remember what we talked about?"

"Hmmmm that I have to play nice with the other sects?" Wei Ying wonders innocently

"Exactly" his brother frows at him "If we want to grow as sect, to exchange goods and obtain things we don't have, we can't allow ourselves to make them think we are an enemy"

"Then what can we do?" the Yiling Patriarch frowns slightly "This is a wish that I really want to fulfill, because of the families that are suffering, because of Auntie Meng and..." there's a guilty, yet playful glint in his silver eyes "because it really sounds like fun"

There's a moment of silence while the two arms of the new Yiling Wei sect try to process what their patriarch just said

"I... see" Wen Qing facepalms "Well, if that's what you want we can't stop you" she sends him a long-suffering look "So? What's the plan? How do you intend to kill Ruohan and be friends with the other sects?"

After a moment, both Wen Qing and Wei Wuxian turn to see Meng Yao, expectation bright in their eyes, the strategist sweatdrops at their expressions and sighs, already used to this 'This kid, really...'

"Alright, let's see... why don't we start by..." Meng Yao takes out an old scroll that they received three months ago "entering the sunshot campaign as they ordered?"

Wei Wuxian might've been adopted by Meng Shi, but at that moment, they have the exact same maniacal grin on their faces. Wen Qing suppresses a shiver

#yiling wei sect au #mo dao zu shi au #mo dao zu shi fanfic #mo dao su zhi #wei wuxian #wei ying #meng yao #wen qing #wen ruohan #yiling wei #yiling burial mounds #burial mounds #sunshot campaign #mdzs au #mdzs fic

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