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Light after Dark | Bucky Barnes

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 -> Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -> You ex-boyfriend never treated you well but when Bucky steps into your life it changes and he shows you how much he loves you. Would the behaviour you had with your ex-boyfriend be there because Bucky looks distanced.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 -> 10.057 (it’s long but worth it, guess so)

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> (E) 18+, Minors DNI, angst, abusing ex-boyfriend, violence, slapping, shouting, wound/scars because of abuse, smut, non/dub-con, manipulation, blowjob, deep throating, nipple play, handjob (male!receiving), cum eating, fingering (fem!receiving), oral (fem!receiving), protected p in v, multiple orgasm, belly bulge, praises, fluff

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 -> Hello hello! It's me, again. Got bit of an angsty idea. Let's say that reader has an abusive ex, and this dude was physically and emotionally draining. She never had a single nice thought about herself in three years. She always thought she had big thighs, or wide hips etc etc. And let's say that she does have some scars from her ex, whenever he used to beer bottles at her they'd crash and cut her. She always thought she was not worthy, because he used to cheat on her all the time. Now, presently, we're with Bucky. And nowadays Bucky has been a little irritated and distant. And you think the worse, and your defense mechanism come up. Back with your ex, you used to cook good food and make so much effort (but your asshole ex never bothered) Bucky is confused why there's whole royal course of a meal on the table when he comes home. You don't want to point out the obvious and say it's for nothing, but it's really because you don't want him to leave. Bucky knows something is up, but how does he approach the situation???🤭🤭🤭This was pretty long lol (Again you don't have to write this if you’re uncomfy😌😌) Okie BYE!! @amathslutsguidetofandom

𝐀/𝐍 -> Thank you so much for the request. I absolutely love it and I hope you like what I made with that. Also wanna thank my best friend @imtryingbuck for listening to me, and helping me with some parts during writing.

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

“Come one, can’t you get your shit together? It’s not that hard,” he shouted at you, throwing his hands up while he looked at you.

His expression was disgusted, and he was disappointed — because of you, like he always was. You just asked him to help you with the plates, but he was annoyed, mad that you couldn’t do it without annoying him. You didn’t want to annoy him; it was never your intention, but you’re tired — working hard in the household every day, sleeping only half of the night — and he never appreciates what you did. He wanted to have a meal — a proper meal — but you presented him with something he didn’t want to eat that day. How could you dare to cook soup when he wants meat?

“Take your plate and sit on the floor,” he told you, pointing next to him on the ground.

“P—please. I’m sorry,” you whimpered.

He rolled his eyes, and not even now have you done what he told you. Alex placed his hand on your shoulder, pushing you down until you were sitting next to him on the floor. He used his hand under your chin to tilt your head up, forcing you to lock in with him. Alex let go of your chin, smirking at you before his hand met your cheek painfully. You hissed, tears building in your eyes, but you swallowed harshly and looked down on your plate, which was lying in front of you.

“Shut your mouth. I don’t wanna hear a fucking word."

Your body started to tremble, but you stayed quiet. Alex laughed, turning to the plate in front of him and sliding the spoon through it a few times. He hadn’t tried the soup you cooked; he stared at the plate. That’s nothing a person like him would eat; Alex deserved better than soup. He deserved to be treated well. He turned his face, seeing you sitting in the same position since he smacked your face. You weren’t saying a word; your hands were shaking, and you tried to hide your tears. He took the plate in one of his hands, holding it above you. With a sadistic expression, he let the soup fall down on you.

“Oh— sorry. I forgot you’re not the trash,” he said.

You whimpered, feeling the hot liquid covering your body and burning your skin. Alex watched you and the way the soup soaked your clothes. He then stood up and pushed you to the side; you were curled up in yourself, crying silently while he just kicked you. Alex walked out of the kitchen, leaving you a whimpering and crying mess lying on the ground. Alex just left the house when you started crying more.

Almost half of the night you were lying on the ground, your body trembling, and you cried until there was no tear left anymore. You loved that man; you feel in love with him because he was caring; he made you feel good and appreciated you. But you feel like you were the reason for him being the way he is now. Maybe you were too fat, maybe your food wasn’t good, maybe you didn’t do things like you should do then? You often thought about it already — sleepless nights while Alex was sleeping next to you, smelling like a bottle of alcohol itself while he wrapped his arm around your waist.

Somewhere in the night, you heard the keys in the door. Your body tensed immediately while you pretend to be sleeping on the couch. Alex knew you weren't, and even when he would wake you up, he was drunk and frustrated.

“Babe, come here now. You little bitch,” he shouted through the house, and you sat up. “I won’t repeat myself, slut.”

You slowly walked toward him, holding your arms tightly around your body to cover yourself a bit. He grinned when he saw you walking closer to him; you look so small, while he felt so good looking at your scared form in front of him. Alex was holding a bottle of beer in his hand, and he took a sip, groaning when he noticed that the bottle was empty.

“Alex, y—you should go to bed,” you mumbled, and he raised his eyebrow.

You dared to say something, telling him what he had to do. He didn’t think twice when he lifted the bottle and smashed it against your head. The glass broke and left a bloody wound on your head. You whimpered and tried to hide the tears from rolling down your cheeks, but he saw it, and it made him chuckle even more. Now you knew that you shouldn’t tell him what to do, or else Alex would show you that you were his own little toy to treat and fuck you however he wanted.

“Get on your knees.”

“P—please. C—can I just clean the wound?”

“Get on your knees, or I will give you more than just this one to clean. Fucking little bitch,” he hissed, grabbing your chin harshly.

You whined, trying to turn your face away, but he was too strong for you. So you needed to look directly into his eyes while he leaned closer, and you smelled his breath — which smelled like nothing but alcohol. You pushed the urge to look disgusted away, but when he leaned even closer and captured your lips with his, you tried to pull away from him. His tongue slid over your lips, and when you weren’t parting your lips, he just smacked your cheek to make you hiss in pain. Then you opened your mouth, and he was able to guide his tongue into it. You felt disgusted, but you loved him, and when it was what he wanted, you wouldn’t deny it; otherwise, he would still do it. He has control over your relationship, as he showed you. Alex pulled away from you, leaving you panting while he smirked and pushed you down on your knees.

“Suck my fucking dick. Other girls would beg me to suck it, so why are you complaining about my dick, huh? Thinking you’re pretty? You’re not; have you seen your ugly, fat thighs? I would be ashamed to show them someone,” he said, and you nodded.

You didn’t stop the tears from rolling down your cheeks; you felt so ashamed and embarrassed for looking the way you do. With shaking hands, you gasped his belt and unbuckled it. Opening his pants before you shoved them down his legs. You saw the outline of his dick in his pants, but he wasn’t hard. When you looked at his dick a moment too long for his liking, he cleared his throat, grasped your hair, and pushed you closer.

“Do you really think I will be turned on when I see you? You’re just a little ugly slut,” he said, laughing about the tears in your eyes.

You knew you weren't the most beautiful person, but even when you heard that for three years now, it was still hurtful. Alex always told you that he could have everyone, that everyone wanted to be with him, but he was together with you, even when it’s just because you couldn’t be without him — that’s what he was always saying.

You pushed his boxers down as well, revealing his soft cock. Alex took his shaft in his hand, stroking himself a few times before he pulled you closer and tapped his dick against your lips. You opened your mouth slightly, and when he managed to push into you, he immediately rammed his dick down your throat. He never paid attention to how you felt when you had sex; he didn’t care. You gagged around his length, trying to get used to it, but he had already started to thrust into you. His cock always slid down your throat, and his balls slapped against your chin. His hand in your hair guided you over his cock, and he slapped your cheeks a few times, causing more tears in your eyes.

“You’re such a fucking little slut, aren’t you? That’s the only thing you can do. Sucking my cock."

Your nails were digging into your tights, trying to ground you while he held you on his cock. He was deep in your mouth and throat, and you tried not to panic, but when he didn’t let you pull back, you wiggled softly, trying to move away from his length. But he didn’t let you move away; he was holding you with his cock in your mouth in place. When he was finally letting go of you, you pulled away and breathed deeply, crying quietly, while he grabbed your chin once again. His eyes darkened as he looked into yours. And you knew you shouldn’t have tried to pull away from him.

“Do you wanna kidding me? Making a scene like that?” He asked, looking disappointed at you.

He didn’t wait for an answer before he pushed his dick back inside your mouth. His hips thrusted forward, he groaned, and you felt his dick twitch in your mouth just before he came in your mouth. His cum was sliding down your throat, and he pulled away, smacking your face again before he pointed toward the couch.

“A—Alex.”

“Can’t you just keep your mouth shut? You annoy me. You’re my girlfriend, and your boyfriend wants to fuck you now.”

When you woke up next to your boyfriend, your pussy was aching. He fucked you rough, never minding if it would hurt you or if you enjoyed this sex too. You were slowly getting up, and you felt disgusted with the mixture of sweat and cum on your body. So you walked to the bathroom, trying to be as quiet as possible to not wake him. You really needed a hot shower, so you did exactly that. A hot, relaxing shower was perfect for your arching pussy and your tensed muscles, but when you heard Alex shouting that the breakfast wasn’t ready, you panicked again. You should have done the breakfast first and then thought about a shower. He swung the door of your shared bathroom open, narrowing his eyebrows.

“Do you think you could take a shower before making breakfast for me?” He asked, and you shook your head.

“I’m sorry—“

He walked closer, towering over you and pulling the towel away, leaving you naked in front of him. Alex looked your body up and down, slapping your breast and causing you to gasp.

“Have you looked into the mirror? Look how ugly you are, and your pussy, only great because she is still tight,” he said, turning around to took a shower as well.

You wrapped your arms around your body, trying to cover it. He is right; you’re ugly, and you can’t even look at yourself in the mirror. Your body is covered with scars — scars he caused with beer bottles or when he just hit you hard enough. You bent down to lift your towel, wrapping it around you, and got out of the bathroom to change into leggings and a t-shirt. Then you made your way to the kitchen, preparing some breakfast for the two of you.

It didn’t take long until Alex walked into the kitchen. He smirked at you when you looked so small compared to him since you tried to make yourself small around him. And especially because he can see the respect or more fear you have in your eyes when you look at him. You placed the plates on the table, both of you taking a seat, and you ate in silence; you didn’t want to annoy him. When he was finished, he looked at you, shoving his plate closer to you.

"You already made better food. I want you to clean until I come home from the meeting,” he told you.

“Oke,” you said, taking the plates to put them in the other dishes to clean them later.

Alex went to work, and you needed to clean. You weren’t really motivated to do so, but you didn’t want him to be angry at you again. So you started in the kitchen and then went to the living room. When you were almost finished, you heard Alex coming back home, and your muscles were immediately tensed.

“Lunch?”

“I cleaned and haven’t-“

“I don’t mind. You have to bring lunch to the table, and you didn’t once again,” he said.

“Thought I told you that when you’re not doing what I said, I will break up. You want that? No? But you did it, no. Lazy ass didn’t do what she was told.”

You whimpered, but he shook his head, pointing to the door of the apartment. And grasped your arm to pull you closer to the door. It was raining outside, and you knew he didn’t mind; he would let you wait outside until he allowed you to come back into the apartment. Alex went back inside and left you in front of the door. Your clothes were immediately soaked because of the rain, and you felt the cold all over your body. You were freezing, but he wouldn't let you into the apartment until he wasn't mad anymore. So you sat on the ground, your back against the wall, and your legs were pulled against you while you wrapped your arms around them. You cried quietly, trying to warm yourself up a bit while the cold rain was wetting your whole body.

"Hi, are you oke? Aren't you freezing?" A soft voice asked, and you looked at the man in front of you.

He was kneeling, offering you his hand, but you just smiled at him. He saw that it wasn't a real one, but he didn't want to pressure you. His brown hair was as wet as you were, but he didn't mind. He also didn't mind taking off his jacket and placing it over your shoulders.

"Thank you," you mumbled.

"I'm Bucky, and you?" He asked softly, his hand resting on your knees.

The warmth of his body warmed you a bit as well, and his steel blue eyes and the smile on his lips warmed your heart. You admired his blue eyes; he looked soft and beautiful.

"I'm Y/N"

"And what is a pretty girl like you doing outside in the rain?"

You blushed and turned your face away. Bucky smirked, looking at you, while he tried to find out why you were sitting there with a bruise on your pretty face. He hadn't seen that one before, but when he did, he reached out to slide his fingers over your face to turn it toward him. You hissed, trying to escape his fingers even when his touch was way softer than Alex's. Bucky removed his hand and waited until you were ready to face him again.

"I'm sorry; I didn't know I would scare you. I don't want to hurt you, but where are the bruises from?" He asked, and you shook your head.

"Nothing, really. I just- I just walked against the counter yesterday. I was stupid and ignored the open door of the counter. And I'm sitting here because I forgot my keys," you tell him.

Bucky nodded. He didn't really believe you, but he didn't want to push you either. When he noticed someone opening the door behind you, he got up to face the person behind you.

"You little slut, didn't I tell you to get pizza?" Alex asked, ignoring Bucky, who furrowed his eyebrows.

"Alex, you didn't say that you wanted pizza," you said quietly, looking at your hands.

"Don't dare to talk back, or you can spend the rest of the night here as well," he shouted at you, and you flinched.

Bucky's jaw was clenching when he saw the way Alex treated you, and when you got up from where you were sitting, Bucky reached out to grab your shoulder and pushed you behind him. Alex was laughing about it; his eyes were piercing into Bucky's.

"Do you think someone like him would treat you better? You're nothing but slut, a dumb little bitch," he said to you even when he was looking at Bucky.

You whimpered softly, but before you were able to say something, you saw Bucky's arm flying forward, and a moment later, your boyfriend was walking backwards, his hand covering his nose while he hissed in pain. Bucky just broke his nose with one punch, and you saw the blood slowly running down his chin, and Alex's hand was covered in it as well. You weren't sure if you felt scared or thankful that Bucky protected you for your boyfriend.

"Fucking slut. I'm gonna break up with you; fuck your new lover; he won't love you the way I loved you," he said, shutting the door and leaving you with Bucky in front of it.

Bucky turned around, seeing you crying, and, with widening eyes, looking at him broke his heart. He didn't want to scare you more, but he was just too angry at Alex for treating you the way he did. Bucky smiled nicely, opening his arms for you to decide if you wanted him to hug you or not. You hesitated a moment, but his warmth and the way he protected you made you crave more. So you walked closer toward him and let him wrap his arms around your shoulders, pulling you as close as possible. You placed your hand on his chest, inhaling his sweet-mint scent, and closed your eyes for a moment.

For the first time in years, you felt saved and loved. Someone could really like you the way you are. Bucky didn't know you, but he gave you the warmth you never got from your ex-boyfriend. His touches were soft, and you enjoyed the warmth and softness of them.

"You will come home with me. You can sleep in my bed then; I prefer the floor in the living room," Bucky said.

You were freezing, and when Bucky already offered you his bed and maybe a warm shower, you would definitely say yes. So you nodded softly, and Bucky lifted you up, his hands resting under your thighs, and you wrapped your legs around his waist while you placed your hands around his neck. You looked at him with a smirk, and Bucky grinned just as much as you did. Only then did you realise his beautiful blue eyes, which light up when he smiles, like he did.

"Can I take a shower then as well? And Bucky, I think I'm too heavy for you to carry me home," you say quietly.

"You can also take a long, warm bath if you want to. And don't worry, you're not too heavy for me," he chuckled and gave you some butterflies in your stomach, causing you to giggle softly.

"I'm home, doll," Bucky shouts through the apartment you both live in now.

Bucky takes off his jacket and shoes and makes his way into the kitchen. He inhales the smell of the food deeply, smiling when he sees the plates filled with his favourite food on the table. He walks around the table, wrapping his arms around your waist, and pulls you flat against his broad chest. Bucky places his chin on your shoulder and looks at you while you're cooking.

When Bucky picked you up that day, you met him for the first time. He brought you to his home, and like he said, you were allowed to take a long, warm bath, and you slept in his bed. It was the first time in forever that you felt safe. Bucky made breakfast in the morning — a lot of breakfast because he wasn't sure what you liked to eat, so he made pancakes and French toast, and he offered you cereal. When you finished the dinner, he asked you to look over your wounds, and when you allowed him to do so, he picked you up to carry you into the bathroom and placed you on the edge of the bathtub. Bucky slowly moved his fingers over your thighs, and when you looked away because you were ashamed, he told you how beautiful you are.

Bucky took off your shirt, revealing a lot of scars and wounds all over your body. The hiss that left his lips made you flinch, but he assured you that he was just shocked that such a beautiful person like you has an ex-boyfriend like Alex. Bucky cleaned all your wounds; he didn't say that you were ugly. His words surprised you every time because he always admired your body, and he still does. The two of you came closer when Bucky offered you to stay with him, so you both would have someone, and you said yes, but your behaviour with your ex-boyfriend needed time to slowly fade away.

Bucky was really confused when you were always up before him when you made the meals and always studied his expression to see if it was good or not. With time, Bucky learned to tell you that the food is good, that he would like to cook with you together, and that he is going to help you with the dishes. Bucky took care to always tell you when he got home and to tell you what he would like to eat, or he told you to decide. When you were unsure, Bucky helped you decide, but he never pressured you. His only intention was to make you happy because he could never get enough of your beautiful smile.

Whenever you were looking into the mirror and a disgusted expression was on your face while a few tears fell down your cheeks — you wanted to be at least a bit handsome — Bucky smirked and was standing next to you, and he wiped your tears away with his thumbs. He took off his shirt and showed you the scars on his own body. The bunch of scars around his metal arm, but also the others. He showed you a side of himself that was also just a broken man, and you fell in love with that side just as much as you fell in love with the strong Bucky who would punch everyone to protect you.

When you suddenly got woken up by a scream and you were scared your ex-boyfriend was shouting at you, you needed a moment to remember that you were with Bucky. It confused you at first why you heard a scream, but when you heard another and then a noise that sounded like a punch, you got up to find Bucky sleeping on the floor in the living room. It wasn't new to you to see him lying there, but when you saw the tears rolling down his cheeks and the sweat on his forehead, you walked closer to place your hand on his shoulder. He woke up immediately and tried to wipe the tears away, but everything in his body told you that he had a really bad nightmare. You sat in his lap; your arms were around his neck, and you were sliding your fingers through his soft brown hair. Bucky had his face hidden in the crock of your neck. You being close to him is just as helpful for him as his being close to you to feel safe and comfortable.

You never judge him for having nightmares, for not being comfortable around too many people, or for struggling with his scars and mental health sometimes. And he gives you the same; he never dares to judge you. Bucky tries to show you how beautiful you are, that you're worth it, and that you are and can be more than you think. And he loves you the way you are, just like you love him the way he is.

Slowly, you get used to being good the way you are, and Bucky will never shout at you or hurt you. But for a while, he has looked irritated and distant. He comes home late, and even when he says it's nothing, you feel like you have done something that makes him mad or that he loves you less. So you try to be better, clean the apartment more often, cook what he loves, and try not to be too clingy around him.

"It smells beautiful," he says, kissing your neck softly.

You lean into his touch, smiling, while you finish the dinner. His hands are trailing up and down your sides, and you feel the goosebumps erupting all over your body. You love his soft, warm touches, his kiss all over your neck, and the way his breath hits your soft skin.

"There is something in the oven," you say, and Bucky takes a step back to walk to the oven. "You can just take a seat; dinner is almost done."

Bucky looks slightly confused. Usually, you wouldn't mind his help, but for a few days, you don't ask or let him help you with food and dishes anymore. You cook a lot of what he loves, and the meals are almost royalty meals. He doesn't mind eating your food because he loves what you do, but he wonders why you suddenly act like you did when he first met you. He walks around the table and takes his seat. He looks at you with a soft smile, but he still doesn't understand why you put so much effort into cleaning and cooking.

"How come you cook such royal meals?" He asks softly but sees you flinch.

You constantly feel like you have done something wrong; maybe that's not what Bucky likes? Maybe you shouldn't have cooked that? Bucky wants, probably, a pizza. You feel the tears building in your eyes, and when you turn around, you see Bucky's smile fading away. He looks with a worried expression at you while he gets up and walks closer to you. You shake your head, walking backwards and crashing into the kitchen counter behind you.

"Doll, can I please come closer? I can stand here when you feel comfortable, but please let me come closer," he says, and you hesitate a moment.

Bucky stands a few meters away from you, waiting for you to allow him to come closer. When you nod slightly, Bucky steps closer and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you as close as possible against him. Your head rests against his broad chest, and your tears are soaking his t-shirt while he holds you tightly.

"B—Bucky I'm sorry. I didn't want to make the wrong food. I cleaned the house today; please don't be mad for not cleaning enough," you say quietly.

"Shhh. Doll, you didn't do anything wrong; why do you think that?"

"B—Because you look so distant. Don't you love me anymore? Am I too ugly or too fat? I—I can do a diet."

Bucky's eyes widen, and he slides his hands down to your thighs and picks you up. He shoves the pots away from the cooker. He then turns around and carries you to the bedroom of the two of you. Your arms are wrapped around his neck, and you try to wipe the tears away when he places you on the bed. Bucky stands in front of you and smirks softly, then he gets on his knees in front of you. His hands slide up and down your thighs until he reaches the hem of your shirt.

"I love you. I love you so much. And the missions with Sam were really exhausting, especially because John is always trying to tell us what we have to do. But I love you so much, and you are beautiful exactly the way you are. You're not fat or ugly; you're perfect the way you are," Bucky tells you. He then pushes you down and towers over you with a wide smile on his lips.

Bucky captures your lips with his soft and plumb ones, his hands sliding along your sides, and you sigh softly into the kiss. Bucky deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping through your barely parted lips, and he groans when you place your hands in his soft hair and tug at them softly.

You've never had sex with Bucky; he didn't pressure you since you were uncomfortable with it because of your ex-boyfriend. But right now, it feels perfect — the way Bucky has his lips on yours and his hands all over your body. You feel a heat in your lower stomach, which makes its way between your legs, and you can't help but moan about the feeling. When Bucky pulls slightly away, your eyes widen but are filled with lust, the pleasure written on in your expression, and Bucky smiles about it. He kisses down your jawline and to your neck, biting softly and licking over your soft skin.

"Bucky, please," you whimper.

He smirks, kissing your lips once again, before he plays with the hem of your shirt and pushes it up. You sit up, letting him remove the fabric from your body, and he groans about the way you look underneath him with lust in your eyes. Bucky kisses your collarbone, down to your breasts, and unclasps your bra so you can take it off as well. His big hands capture your breasts, palming them softly, and he earns soft moans from you. Bucky licks a strap down to one of your nipples; he kisses it softly before he takes it into his mouth, his tongue twirling around your nipple. You arch your back, pressing yourself more against your boyfriend, who chuckles.

"You're beautiful, doll," he mumbles, nibbling at the soft skin of your breast.

You blush and hide your face with your hands, giggling softly. Bucky looks at you, grasping your hands and pulling them away from your face. He leans closer to kiss your lips softly.

"Don't hide that pretty face of yours. You’re so beautiful; I wanna see you, please," Bucky says, pouting, and you smirk.

You lean closer and peck at his lips, just as softly as he did. Bucky moves his lips down your collarbone and to your other breast, kissing around your nipple before he takes it in his mouth as well. Suckling softly and scratching his teeth over the sensitive skin. You moan, tugging at his hair and pulling him even closer. Bucky slides his hands from your breasts down your stomach, kissing the way down and giving every inch of your soft skin attention.

“Do you want it? If not, we can wait until you’re ready to have sex with me,” Bucky says, his fingers playing with the waistband of your pants.

“I want it, please, Bucky. I need you,” you mumble, blushing once again.

“You’re cute when you blush,” he chuckles.

Bucky opens your pants, trailing his fingers along your skin while he pushes your pants down. He then kisses the way back to your belly and smirks when you wiggle in anticipation. He pushes himself up, removing his shirt as well as his pants, before he leans over you again. You can see his growing bulge in his boxers, and the outline of his cock is visible. A little wet spot forms where his tip is, and you reach out your hand to touch his cock.

“Wanna touch it, babydoll?” He asks, and you nod, your eyes focused on his covered cock.

Bucky grins, getting up the bed once again, and pushes his boxers down. His cock springs free and slaps against his stomach; the red tip is leaking with pre-cum, and you see the vein running along the underside of his shaft. Bucky gets on the bed next to you. You sit up, looking directly into his eyes, while he smiles at you. You slide your fingers over his abs and to the base of his cock. Bucky looks at your fingers, his hand wrapping around yours, and he brings both of your hands to his shaft.

“It’s oke, doll. I won’t do anything unless you want me to,” he says, leaning closer to kiss you before he wraps your hand around his shaft.

You smile when you feel the softness of his length. He is huge, but with Bucky, you feel safe, and you know he wouldn’t do anything when you say you don’t want him to do so. His hand lets go of yours.

For a moment, you just look at his cock in your hand and the way his pre-cum is leaking down his tip. It’s glistening softly, and you swipe your thumb over his slit, smearing the cum all over his tip. Bucky groans softly, smiling when you slowly move your hand up and down his shaft.

“Do you like that?”

“It feels wonderful, babydoll.”

You giggle, swiping your thumb a few more times about his tip until Bucky can’t hold back and thrusts forward into your hand. His eyes widen, and he looks at you, but there is no discomfort, so he relaxes and lets you continue to massage his dick.

“C—Can I touch your balls?” You ask, cheeks heating up.

Bucky nods, and you look at his balls before you use your other hand to bring it to his balls, taking them into your hand. They are soft, and you roll them in your palm, causing Bucky to groan.

“Babydoll, you’re doing so well for me. But when you continue, I won’t last long,” Bucky says.

You grin, moving your hand faster and wrapping it tighter around his shaft. Your other hand is massaging his balls, and when you swipe your thumb once again over his tip, Bucky grasps the sheets and thrusts his hips forward.

“Doll,” he says, looking deeply into your eyes.

The blue lights up when he smirks; they are slightly darkened because of the lust, but they show you nothing but love. When you stroke his cock a few more times, Bucky throws his head back and comes into your hand. He breathes heavily, and sweat is covering his forehead. His seeds are covering his tip and your hand, and for a moment he is worried that you could feel uncomfortable with it. But you just stroke him until he comes down from his high, and then you look at your hand, his cum slowly dropping from it, and you move it to your mouth, so you lick a bit of it away, moaning softly at its salty taste.

“It tastes good,” you smirk, tapping his cock again, and Bucky moans.

When Bucky catches his breath, he pushes you back down so you lay next to him. He spreads your thighs and slides his fingers up and down your thighs further until he reaches your panties. Your face is turned toward him, and he’s focused on your expression, making sure you’re oke. When you nod softly, Bucky guides his hand over your panties and caresses your fold through the fabric. You moan softly; he knows how to touch a woman to make her feel good; he immediately hits your clit and you buck your hips. He then slides his fingers further down, feeling your panties damp, and he smirks.

“Can I take your panties off?” He asks, and you nod, but place your hands on his cheek and press your lips on his.

Bucky moves his lips perfectly against yours; he’s deepening the kiss before he kisses your neck and collarbone before his focus is back on your panties. His fingers circle your clit through the fabric, and you moan quietly, arching your back. Bucky takes the waistband of your panties between his fingers and pulls them down, revealing your pussy. He rolls himself on top of you before he pushes you further down in the bed by your hips. He is then lying between your thighs and smirking at you.

“You’re so wet and so beautiful,” he says, placing a kiss on your pussy.

Bucky’s eyes are focused on your pussy, his fingers trialing through your folds, and he parts them slightly. Using his tongue to lick along them to your clit. Circling around your sensitive spot before he sucks at it softly, making you gasp. You have never felt so much pleasure during sex, and Bucky hasn’t really touched you yet. His fingers trail back down to your soaked entrance. He pushes his digit against it, smirking at the way you push yourself more against his finger.

“You’re cute when you’re desperate for more, doll,” he says, placing his lips once again on your clit.

One of your hands finds its way to his hair, tugging at it and pulling Bucky closer to your cunt. He chuckles against your pussy, causing vibration, and you whine. He slowly pushes one of his fingers into you while his other hand holds you down by your hips. You only then know that he used his metal hand to push inside of you. The sudden cold of his finger feels great compared to the heat in your pussy. Bucky thrusts his finger in and out of you, smirking about the way your pussy is clenching around his digit and sucking him inside. His mouth doesn’t let go of your clit while he does so, enjoying the sounds that are leaving your lips. They are like music, and he could listen to your soft moans all day.

“Bucky— please. It feels so good.”

“You’re tasting so sweet, doll. Can’t get enough of your pussy.”

You smirk, throwing your head back when he adds another finger and pushes them as much as he can into your tight hole. You’re soaking his fingers, and when he curls them, he finds your sweet spot. The moan that leaves your lips is erotic, and you look at him with shock in your eyes about that sound.

“Don’t worry, doll. Just found your sweet spot,” Bucky chuckles, licking down your folds to your entrance.

His tongue joins your fingers, and his lapping at your entrance swallows all your juice. His fingers curl inside of you, hitting always your sweet spot, and you feel the knot in your stomach growing. You haven’t felt a pleasure like that in years, but Bucky is so soft with you; he never says anything bad about you or your body. Bucky loves you; he loves your body; and he shows you that, every day, he makes sure you know how much you’re loved by him and that you’re the most beautiful woman for him.

“I feel soy squeezing my fingers; if you wanna come, then do it. Come all over my fingers, doll,” he says, placing his mouth back at your entrance.

His words, the way his tongue is working over your folds, and the way his fingers are always hitting your sweet spot make you come. Your cum is floating out of you, but Bucky doesn’t dare to miss a bit of it and takes it all. Eating you out like it’s the most delicious meal he's ever had. And he fucks you with his fingers and his tongue through your orgasm; your breath hitches whenever his tongue slides over your folds. Your pussy feels so sensitive, but Bucky is so soft. He earns more soft moans until he pulls his fingers out of you and kisses your clit once more before he places his chin on your lower stomach and smirks at you.

“How are you feeling, pretty girl?”

“Great, thank you. And you?”

Bucky chuckles, you’re always so nice. Even when it’s all about you, you always make sure that he is fine too. That both of you feel comfortable.

“I’m good too. Do you want to have my dick now?” He asks, grinning.

You nod, running your fingers through his soft hair. Bucky kisses your stomach, pushing his elf up until he kneels between your legs. His big hands are caressing your thighs. Bucky’s cock is hard again, and the tip is touching your pussy when he moves closer to you.

“Could you give me a condom? It’s in the drawer from the bedside table.”

You turn yourself a bit around, reaching for the drawer, and open it. You grab a condom and give it to Bucky, then you close the drawer and lay down more comfortably again. Bucky opens the package of the condom, taking it out and throwing the package away. Your boyfriend grasps the base of his cock and pulls the condom over his dick.

You’re spreading your legs further apart when Bucky settles himself between them, his cock still in his hand, and he taps the tip a few times against your clit. He smirks at you, sliding his dick through your folds, and covers his cock with your arousal. You moan softly when he reaches your entrance, pushing his tip softly against it. You whimper softly when Bucky slides his cock once more through your folds. He loves the way you look through your lashes at him; your lips are slightly parted, so desperate for his cock.

"Bucky, please," you say quietly, pushing your hips toward him.

Bucky lines himself up with your entrance and pushes slowly inside of you; his cock is huge, and he stretches you like no one has before. He gives you a moment to adjust to his size before he pushes further into you. Your back arches, but he doesn't hurt you; the pleasure is breathtaking, and you grasp the sheets. Bucky chuckles, pushing balls deep into you; he then leans closer and captures your lips with his. His cock is filling you perfectly, and you clench around him, causing him to groan into your mouth.

"You're so tight, warming my cock so perfectly," he groans.

"You're so deep," you moan when he pulls slightly out to push back into you.

You both chuckle, and Bucky takes one of your hands, brings it to your stomach, and places it on your lower abdomen. He then thrusts his cock into you, letting you feel him through your skin and causing you to moan even louder. Feeling his cock that way turns you on beyond belief. He moves his cock in a slow but steady rhythmus inside of you. Your walls are squeezing him, sucking him deeper into the warmth of your pussy.

Bucky's balls hit your ass whenever he pushes his dick balls deep into you. His dick is glistening with your arousal, and Bucky looks the whole time into your eyes.

You're beautiful when you lay underneath him like that. Your other hand makes its way to his back, and you try to ground yourself while Bucky holds your other hand, still pressed on your stomach. With every thrust you feel him against your hand, he cock is hitting all the right spots, and he smirks when he hits your sweet spot harder than before.

"That's what you like?" He asks.

"Scared that I will break when you're thrusting harder into me?"

He shakes his head, laughing while he speeds up his thrusts. Your mouth drops open when he causes a pleasure inside of you that you have never felt before. It grows in your stomach and makes its way down to your pussy. Your eyes widen while you breathe heavily, but you still push your hips more against Bucky to show him to fuck you harder. And he does; he pulls almost completely out of you to thrust back inside of you. His breath hitches, and he closes his eyes when you squeeze him harder.

"I won't last long when you squeeze me like that, doll," he says, pressing his lips to yours.

You smirk, clenching your walls on purpose to make him groan against your lips. His tongue slips into your mouth, and his thrusts become harder and faster while you're not far away from the edge anymore. The pleasure in your stomach is growing, and Bucky growls. When he hits your sweet spot a few more times, he feels your orgasm just as close as his own, speeding his thrusts up. Bucky doesn't want to come before you do — or at least when you do.

"B—Bucky, I'm so close."

"I know, me too. Come with me, doll," he mumbles softly.

He pushes his cock into you; you feel every inch of him inside of you; his lips are slightly parted like yours; and his breath hits your soft skin. The feeling of him feeling you completely inside of you causes you to come all over his cock. You moan his name and its music to his ears, hearing you moan his name while he is buried balls deep into your pussy. You're squirting all over his cock, and Bucky grins while he comes as well. He comes in the condom, still thrusting into you while you both calm down from your high. Bucky lets go of your hand, sliding it over your stomach and your sides, caressing your skin. He places kisses all over your neck while you catch your breath and run your fingers through his soft hair.

"Are you oke?" He asks, his blue eyes slightly worried that he could have been too rough.

"I'm— it was perfect."

His expression softens, and he pulls slowly out of you. You hiss about the sudden emptiness and grasp his muscular arms to pull him back. Bucky chuckles, placing his fingers at your pussy and strokes your folds softly. You're clenching around nothing, while Bucky admires the way your cum is dripping out of you.

He then sits up and helps you sit up as well. Bucky removes the condom and gets up from the bed, making his way to the bathroom to throw the condom away. You're looking at him, smirking. He is adorable, sweet, and caring. He never tells you that you're ugly because of your scars; he just kisses them when you struggle because of them and tells you how beautiful you are. And you're doing the same; whenever he has nightmares or suffers from his past or scars, you know exactly how to cheer him up. A lot of kisses and cuddles always help that soft, big man, and with the way his eyes are shining, his lips curl up to the softest and most adorable smile.

You rest your back against the headboard of the bed, waiting for Bucky. He throws the condom away and runs warm water into the bath; he buts your favourite bubble bath into it as well, before he makes his way back to you. He smirks, picking you up with no effort and getting back into the bathroom. Before you can say something, you're sitting in the bathtub, surrounded by a lot of bubbles and your favourite scent. You squirm softly when you feel the warm water on your sensitive pussy. Bucky gets into the bathtub behind you, wraps his arms around your waist, and pulls you as close as possible.

"I love you," he mumbles, taking some of the foam and putting it on your hair.

You giggle when it rolls down your hair and tickles your skin softly. Bucky rubs his hands softly over your stomach, drawing small circles on it while you lean back, resting your head against his broad chest. Bucky plays with the foam, placing them everywhere on your body, and chuckles then.

"You did so well for me, babydoll. Your pussy's feeling so good around my cock," Bucky says, kissing your neck softly. "Made for my cock."

You chuckle, sliding your hands over his legs. But he is right; it was perfect, and he was so soft that you weren't scared when he pushed in; you felt safe, and you knew he wouldn't do it when you didn't want it.

"My pretty doll, I'm so in love with you. How about I prepare some popcorn and pizza after the bath while you decide which movie we're going to watch?"

"Sounds like a good idea," you say, turning around to kiss him.

Bucky washes your hair, trying to avoid letting shampoo come into your eyes, and he manages to do so. When you turn your whole body around, you're washing his hair. When you put the shampoo in his soft brown hair, you give him some fresh hair styles. Laughing about the way he is pouting when you giggle about his hair. You kiss his pout away, causing him to pout again to get more kisses.

When the both of you are finished, you get out of the bathtub, and Bucky holds a towel to wrap around you, kissing your forehead softly when he walks to the bedroom and dresses himself, giving you panties and a t-shirt of his. You smirk, dress yourself, and comb your hair. Bucky makes his way to the kitchen, preparing the popcorn and the pizza. When you're finished in the bathroom, you walk into the living room, placing all the pillows and blankets on the couch and letting yourself fall into them. When Bucky came with the food and drinks into the living room, he burst out laughing. Only your arms and legs are visible from underneath the pillows. He places the food and drinks on the small table and lifts the pillow on top of you, smirking.

"Does the pillow eat you?" He asks, and you chuckle.

"No, I just like to cuddle."

You sit up, moving a bit to make some space for Bucky. He lets himself fall down next to you and wraps his arm around you, then he takes the popcorn and hands it to you before he places the pizza in his lap. With a smirk, you look at the pizza and then into his blue eyes.

"Needy boy," you mumble into his ear.

You slide your hand over his chest to his stomach until you almost reach his cock, but then you take a slice of pizza and bite into it with a grin. You turn on a movie, Bucky, and you like that your head rests on his shoulder while he has his hand around your waist and pulls you as close as possible.

"Just as needy as I'm," he says, making both of you chuckle.

Bucky takes some popcorn from the bowl, which is standing between your legs, so he has to grasp between your legs like you do when you take a slice of pizza from him.

"Bucky?"

"Mhm?" He asks, half asleep, and pulls you even closer against him.

You smile softly and run your fingers through his soft hair. You move some strands out of his face and lean closer to kiss him. Bucky growls and makes you lie on top of him, his arms holding you tightly pressed against him. His fingers draw small circles on your soft skin, and he hides his face in the crock of your neck.

"Y-You know about my things, which are still at Alex's house, right?" You ask carefully; you don't want to upset Bucky.

He hums in response and looks at you, his blue eyes as soft as always. He leans closer and captures your lips for a passionate kiss, showing you that you don't have to worry about telling him about your ex-boyfriend. Bucky knows you love him just as much as he loves you. And he understands that you want to get your personal stuff from your ex-boyfriend.

"A—And I wanted to ask if— could you maybe come with me to him?"

Bucky immediately nods, rolling both of you over so you're underneath him, and he smirks at you. His soft lips grace over yours and along your jawline to your neck, where he bits softly into your skin. His hands move smoothly over your sides, caressing your skin and causing goosebumps all over your body. You sigh softly and enjoy the warmth and softness of Bucky's touches. He is always so soft and careful with you, like you could break into his hands when he doesn't pay attention. But you don't complain; Bucky is everything for you — the love of your life and your best friend.

After a lot of kisses, cuddles, and a good breakfast, you're ready to go to your ex-boyfriend and get your personal stuff. Your hands are sweating, and you dry them on your pants. Your body is slightly shaking. Bucky recognises that; he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you flat against his broad chest. Your head rests on his chest, and you listen to his heartbeat.

"He won't hurt you again, babydoll. I'm taking care of you; I'll protect you, and he won't do anything when you don't want it." Bucky mumbles and pushes you softly away.

He presses his lips against your forehead, which helps calm down your nerves. Bucky opens the door for you, holding your hands tight in his while you two walk along the street to the apartment you used to live in a few months ago. When you see the entrance of it already, you panic, stay still, and inhale deeply. Bucky turns toward you and places his hand on your cheek, sliding his thumb over it.

"Doll, you're stronger than you ever were. This man never broke you, and he never will. He can't harm you; I love you, and I won't let him touch you again," Bucky says softly.

He knows how hard it can be to accept a trauma you're carrying in your soul. Wounds that turn into scars, but it needs more time as a cut on the skin. Bucky knows how much you suffered because of your ex-boyfriend, but he also sees the strong woman behind all that pain. He loves you for the person you are, not for the person he wants you to be. When you nod, he leads you further to Alex's apartment. He knocks with a strength you're not used to at the door, and then the door is opened by a man you feel like you don't know.

Alex has messy hair; his beard isn't shaved like he used to, and he has dark shadows underneath his red eyes. He looks like he hasn't slept for a while, but when he sees you, he smiles. A smile you had only seen on his lips when you first met. The one you fell in love with. But when Alex sees Bucky standing next to you and holding your hand in his, his smile drops.

"Hi, I—I would like to get my stuff, please," you mumble.

Surprisingly, Alex nods and takes a step to the side, letting you and Bucky walk into the apartment. When you look around, everything looks similar to the day he threw you out of the apartment. The only difference is that there are clothes and trash on the ground. Bucky lets go of your hand, staying next to you to make sure Alex isn't doing anything. You're walking through the apartment and picking up your things, putting them in a bag you brought.

"Can we talk, please?" He asks when you walk back to the floor, where he is still standing.

You nod carefully, and Bucky kisses your cheek before he walks a step to the side to let the two of you talk. Alex runs his fingers through his hair and his hands over his face, and then he inhales deeply.

"I'm sorry, I—I Baby—“

"Alex, please. We're not together anymore."

"I never wanted to hurt you. I love you. I haven't had a girl since you moved out. Please, I love you. Give me one more chance to show you that I love you. I will be a better boyfriend this time," he says, and you see the tears falling down your cheeks.

You shake your head. And his eyes widen. Realism hits him when he sees that you don't feel the same for him anymore. He sees in your eyes that you moved on, not only in your eyes; you look in general different from the time you were together with him.

"I'm sorry, but I moved on, and you should do the same," you say with such strength in your voice. You never thought you would talk to him like that without fear.

"Please, you— I love you."

"You were strong, and I was not. And you used it — you used it against me. When all is done, there is nothing to say. You have gone, and so effortlessly, you have won. You can go ahead and tell them. You can tell your friends now what you want; you can tell the girls you fuck now how shitty I am and how bad I'm in bed. I never did what you wanted or the way you wanted. Tell them all; I know now that you fucked them all without feeling ashamed to cheat on the girl you have at home, the one who loved you and expected to be treated like you did. To be abused by her boyfriend while still loving him. Shout it from the rooftops; write it on the skyline; all we had is gone now. Tell them I was happy even though my heart was broken. All my scars were open, but I found someone who doesn't mind them and helps to heal them, someone who loves all the scars you caused."

Bucky smirks when he hears your words, and his eyes light up when he hears you tell your ex-boyfriend what was inside of you for so long. And you were finally able to tell him how you felt and how you now feel.

"I know I made mistakes. But I love you."

"Everyone does, but you betrayed me. And falling out of love is hard, but falling for betrayal is worse. And you betrayed me so often. Broken trust and broken hearts — you broke both our hearts; you broke mine when we were together, and yours broke because I moved on. And thinking all you need is there, building faith on love and words, only empty promises will wear. Alex, I loved you, but I moved on, and you should do the same," you say and nod before you walk to Bucky.

He smiles widely at you, his eyes shining in the most beautiful way you have ever seen. You place your hand in his, and he takes the bag before you two make your way to the door and get out of the apartment. When you close the door behind you, you breathe shakily, and you feel like all the pain and fear are fading away. You walk a few steps, but Bucky just can't hold back anymore and stays still, turning around and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"I'm so proud of you, doll. I love you so much. I would tell the whole world; I just do it. I will tell the world how much I love you," Bucky says with a grin, and twirling the two of you around, he then leans closer. "I love you so much, and I'm proud of you. I don't even have words for that; you're the most beautiful woman, and you belong to me; you're mine just as much as I'm yours," he whispers into your ear.

"Thank you. I love you too, Bucky," you giggle, then you smirk playfully. "So, where do you want to go to tell the world that you love me?"

"I already did. When I whispered in your ear that I love you. Because you're my world, my perfect world," Bucky says, kissing you softly.

You feel some tears of joy rolling down your face when you realise his words. No one ever said more meaningful words than Bucky does. He is definitely everything for you, and you are grateful to have such a wonderful and loving man as your boyfriend. One who sees you as the only and most wonderful woman, someone who doesn't even look at other women, and one who tries to make you laugh as often as he can. Bucky is the love of your life, and you're grateful that destiny brought the two of you together and that the two of you discover every day another thing you love about one another.

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ALL PICTURE CREDS. TO THE OWNERS (FOUND THE PICTURES ON PINTEREST)!!

Simon Riley, late valentines post!

Simon unfortunately had to go on a 6 week long mission right as the month February started which made him unable to be there on valentines day.

Although you told him that you didn’t care about the holiday he decided to surprise you on his day back. He comes home and he just tells you to get dressed. (Your outfit at the end of page!)

Very confused on why he’s in a rush and telling you to get dressed, you question him.

“Why? Is something going on?”

You say as he’s undressing and rushing to get in the shower. Throwing the clothes in the laundry hamper without thought.

“You’ll find out later, mama. Be patient. Here, put these on.”

He kisses your cheek and hands you a bag with a box of shoes and clothes before heading into the shower.

You take each item out of the bag and gasp, smiling at the cute outfit once you’ve finished putting it on. You want to question him but you know how stubborn he is so you just do your hair and makeup and wait for him.

He gets dressed in an all black suit(his outfit at the end of the page also).

“Close those pretty eyes for me, mama?”

He asks as he grabs a blindfold, he notices your suspicious expression and just chuckles. Once he blindfolds you, he carries you downstairs, he sets you on your feet and locks the house door.

You can hear him unlocking the car and fixing things before your blindfold is taken off, he hands you a bouquet of money and a bouquet of red roses. His eyes light up at your shocked expression, tears welling up in your eyes.

“Simon.. I..I don’t know what to say..”

You hug him tightly and kiss him. His hands immediately find their way to your hips and pulling you closer to him.

“You didn’t have to, I told you that I did-“

He cuts you off by placing his finger on your lips.

“Shh mama, let a man love his pretty girl yeah? You deserve more than this if we’re being honest.”

He opens the car door and a basket of gifts is sitting in the passenger seat leaving you gasping once again. You can’t thank him enough, he puts the gifts in the backseat and buckles you up in the passenger seat.

“Where are we going?” You ask as he starts driving.

“It’s a surprise for a reason, if I told you it wouldn’t be a surprise.” His hand squeezes your thigh.

After a long car ride of you asking him various questions, you arrive at a restaurant. You walk in and notice how the place is decorated and there seems to be a curtain that’s separating half of the restaurant as if to not let you see. You also notice how it’s just you two and the workers.

“Did you reserve the place? No way..Simon Riley, this must’ve been so expensive.” You guys walk over to a table and sit down.

“Just enjoy it, Mrs. Riley. You deserve it.” He smirks and gives you a warm smile.

The table has wine and champagne inside an ice bucket, a champagne glass and a wine glass with plates as well. You put the napkin on your lap as the waiter gives you guys the menu.

“Woah, this is so cool.” You look around the restaurant with a big smile on your lips, not noticing the way he’s been staring at your left hand and fidgeting with his pocket.

After a great filling dinner, he blindfolds you again and leads you to where the curtains are. Walking past the curtains, he turns you around and makes you face a projector. He takes off the blindfold and a video starts playing.

It’s clips of him after his mission with Price, Gaz, Soap, Alex, Graves and more.

“Hello Y/N! We are Ghost’s aka Simon’s friends. And today we are here to deliver a message.” Price says.

“Before we begin, don’t turn around until we say so okay?” Gaz says.

Everyone introduces themselves and they both read something off of a paper.

As you’re busy watching the video, Simon is on one knee behind you. Waiting for when the video tells you to turn around.

After everyone made a speech that describes your relationship with Simon and how it’s made Simon a better person and how he truly loves and trusts you.

“And now turn around!” Everyone in the video says before the video cuts off.

You turn and immediately gasp, tears wetting your eyes as Simon is on one knee with a love sick smile on his lips. One hand holding a small box with the same ring that you’ve been talking about.

“Y/N, I seriously can’t describe how much I love you. I am a monster, I’ve killed thousands if not millions of people in my line of work. Yet you somehow still find a way to love me, my past, my scars, and even my trauma. You’ve been nothing but an angel to me, I don’t say it often and I definitely should say it more but I truly love you so much. So.. will you marry me?” He says, tears wetting his eyes as well.

“Yes!” You jump on him, making him fall to the ground.

After multiple hugs he puts the ring on your finger, as if on cue your favorite song starts playing and he starts dancing with you. You spend the day bragging about your proposal and clinging to him. Posting the proposal video on all your socials as well as his so everyone knows that he’s a taken man.

Of course you two fuck that night, the best fuck of your life from the man that you love.

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Valentines Day

How yanderes spend their valentine's day with you

Bottom!FtM: Saiki, Diluc, Alex (Stardew Valley), Aizawa, Keishin Ukai, Pantalone x Top Masc Reader

↳ [Event]

General CW: Yandere, Mentions of Murder

Saiki

aphrodisiac

☆ His jealousy isn't too bad on normal days but on Valentine's Day? It's through the roof. God forbid anyone place a homemade chocolate on your desk, everyone would be able to feel his anger

☆ He'd open your locker and track down the sender of every gift inside. Let's just say, getting things done is easy when you have psychic powers

☆ He gets these irrational worries that you'll leave him one day, so a week or two before the 14th, he did some internet research

☆ Top ten ways to keep your partner, it read. It was a simple list but he had an idea to spice it up.

He prepared a candle lit dinner, your favorite foods on the table along with an inconspicuous glass of 'grape' juice. Half way through dinner, you lost it. You started breathing heavily and all you wanted to do was take the man across the table from you and fuck him.

Saiki erupted into verbal moans and whines, too fucked out to even think of using forced telepathy. Your hips snapped against his ass as his hair was wrapped around your fingers, threatening to rip it out. The best part about it was the way you were murmuring praises to him the whole time.

Diluc

daddy kink, squirting

☆ Diluc's pretty secure in the fact that you're never going to leave him, the bite marks on your body say enough to your admirers. No one dares to mess with the partner of Master Diluc. And if they do? They go missing for a few days before being pronounced dead.

☆ At first, most assumed Diluc would be the one who wears the pants in all his relationships but contrary to that belief, you have him wrapped around your finger. He's your little guard dog and you know full well of what he does at night

☆ Of course Diluc wanted to do something special for you on the 14th, so he got himself two stamina potions from Albedo. Why not spend the day getting his brains fucked out?

Diluc, on all fours, rolls his eyes back, coming on your cock for the nth time. He would be a moaning mess if it weren't for the three thick fingers occupying his mouth. Your free hand pulling on his red hair and forcing his head back, you wish you were in front of mirror so you could see how fucked out he looks.

You slide your fingers out of his mouth, bringing your slick hand to spank his ass. He chokes out a gasp, a high pitched "Daddy~!" leaving his mouth before he squirts. You whisper degrading words into his ear while fucking him through his orgasm and finally overstimulating him, the stamina potion seemed to have worn off for him as his words convert into babbles and sobs.

Alex

☆ You'd been busy all Fall to prepare for Winter, leaving him to his own devices. You promised he'd have you all to himself by the 10th of Winter. He spent the time away from you secretly tormenting the men in town and keeping them far away from your farm. Other times he'd visit you on the farm, watching from afar as you got your farm cleaned up and ready for the cold. He loves when you're all sweaty and tired, it'd make him ache in his pants

☆ Due to some complications and extra tasks given to you by the Mayor, you took a little longer to get your long awaited vacation. Which happened to start on Valentine's Day, a holiday you introduced in the first year you came.

☆ Alex decided to come by that day and finally take you for himself. You didn't know it at first, but you were going to have a long few days

Alex bounced on your cock vigorously despite having come twice already, he missed you so much that he couldn't stop riding you. He just wanted to be in your warmth for as long as possible, you couldn't blame him.

You were too exhausted from working your ass off for a month and a half that Alex took over and fucked himself on your spent dick for hours. The only reason you stayed hard was because of how pretty he looks when he's pleasing himself, you can't be upset with such a pretty face.

Aizawa

consensual somnophilia, squirting, stockholm syndrome

☆ You've been living in Aizawa's house for years now, hidden from society, danger, and anyone who would try to pursue you.

☆ You're just so frail and weak to him, he can't bear to let you outside without his supervision. He just wants you to stay home like a good boy and be his cute little house husband

☆ It was hard at first, being isolated from the world thanks to someone you didn't even like romantically, but you got used to it. You're better with him than alone anyway

Aizawa stood over your sleeping body with a slight frown. It was Valentine's Day and he spent the whole school day thinking of you, he was going to have you whether you were awake or not. There wasn't much you could do regardless

He bounced on your fat length, using your body as if you're just a dildo. Touching his t-dick and squeezing your cock as he got closer and closer. You woke up just as he came, he squirted all over your abdomen and you couldn't help but come from that, spilling inside him raw.

Ukai

coach-player relationship, afab language used

☆ During practice, Coach Ukai would keep his eye on you and all those around you. He couldn't do much to those who were 'threats' but his sharp glare would get them to back away if they got too close

☆ When Valentine's Day came around, you received a lot of gifts. He'd thrown them all out before you could see them and it was all fine and dandy up until practice.

☆ Girls came to watch and cheer you on, screaming over you whenever you make a good play and even offering you water from their own bottles during breaks. Thanks to his jealousy, he ended practice early under the excuse of letting the team hang out with their dates. They bought it and hurried into the locker room.

☆ With a certain look from Ukai, you could tell that he wanted you to stay back. So you took more time in the locker room than everyone else, and when they left, Ukai entered.

After reassuring him that he's the only one for you, you spread his legs and stripped him from the waist down. You buried your head in between his legs, eating his pussy and letting him know how much you appreciated him over everyone else.

He had a smug grin on his face afterwards, knowing no one else will be able to experience the feeling of your tongue exploring their insides. You're his and his only.

Pantalone

kidnapping, non-con

☆ Pantalone is in love with you, and unbeknownst to you, you're also in love with him.

☆ You're not really friends with him either, he's merely your coworker. You go to him to apply for loans when you have an expensive project to work on, he always gives you the amount you need and more. He tells you not to worry about paying him back, that he loves to spoil you. It sent chills down your spine but you brushed it off, you need the money so you might as well deal with it

☆ Pantalone soon found out about the blind date you had scheduled for the 14th, feeling anger, sadness, and betrayal. How could you go on a date when you have a boyfriend? How dare you go out with some dumb broad who'll never love you the way he does?

☆ He offered to give you a ride home, since you take the train, and you reluctantly accepted. You wanted to get home early to get ready for your date. You didn't expect him to drug you though

You woke up on something soft, a bed, you realize. Your hands are chained to the bed and preventing you from moving. As you come to, you realize the room you're in is decorated with candles and flower petals of your favorite color. The last, yet most important thing, that you realize is that there's someone else in the room. You're not sure how you didn't feel or see it earlier but Pantalone is currently sucking you off, and seeing as there's small drops of cum beneath you, you've already come at least once before.

He looks up at you and reluctantly pulls away from your cock, grinning. "Happy Valentine's day, my love." He moves on top of you and sinks down onto your spent length. "Are you surprised?" He giggles.

#wicks🕯shorts #male reader #top male reader #dom reader #dom male reader #saiki kusuo x male reader #saiki kusuo x reader #diluc x reader #diluc x male reader #alex stardew valley #sv alex #aizawa x male reader #aizawa x reader #ukai x reader #keishin ukai x reader #pantalone x male reader #pantalone x reader

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catch1ngmoths · 5 months

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Quackity having an artsy s/o that is always giving him handcraft gifts like paper the victorian puzzle purse (actually obsessed with this) or those cool things of videos for gifts ideas from tik tok.

ᝰ.ᐟ To be loved by an artist ᝰ.ᐟ

Summary: head cannons about Alex having an artistic s/o who makes him little projects

Note: YES!! I’m very artistic so this is right up my alley! ALSO THE END OF “The Florida Project” IS NOT OKAY 😭😭

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𖡎 Any art you give him he either hangs it on his wall or puts it in a drawer for safe keeping!

𖡎 he has a drawer just filled with stuff you’ve given him in the past. I REPEAT HE DEDICATES A WHOLE DRAWER TO YOUR PROJECTS!!

𖡎 everytime you give him new little things you made or drew, he makes a face like the gif above :,)

𖡎 He just gets so excited, he gets giddy

𖡎 He’s so supportive UGHH

𖡎 shows the stuff you made to his friends when they come over

𖡎 Like they’ll be like “oh that’s a good drawing! Did you make that?”

𖡎 And Alex would be like, “no, my s/o made it!! Wanna see some other stuff they did!?” With a big smile on his face

𖡎 SHOWS YOUR WORK OFF ON STREAM!!

𖡎 “GUYS PLEASE, LOOK AT WHAT MY S/O MADE ME!!!

𖡎 He’s whipped for you

𖡎 Even if what you make isn’t “good” he’ll cherish it forever

𖡎 loves anything and everything you made

𖡎 like you could just draw a smiley face on one of his notes and he’d smile so hard

𖡎 He’d cut out the smiley face and put it in said drawer ☹️

𖡎 He’d try to make stuff for you as well because he wants to make you feel how he feels

𖡎 when your away, he’ll ask you to make him something before you go.

𖡎 So he can look at it every time he misses you!

𖡎 gets you stuff for your projects, you never have to worry about running out of materials!

𖡎 If you made him something for like a special holiday like, his birthday, Valentine’s Day, Christmas, exc…

𖡎 He’ll have hearts in his eyes!!!!

𖡎 he seems like he would love handmade gifts more then store bought gifts

𖡎 like he would love store bought gifts but if you made it??

𖡎 He wouldn’t stop smiling the rest of the day, giving you little kisses of appreciation

𖡎 GOD HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH EUGHH

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#qsmp #quackity #quackity x reader #alex quackity #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #quackityhq #alex quackity x reader

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alwaysteveswife · 1 year

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Fate Or Chance | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

Summary: Read the summary here, it's much more complete, but, in a nutshell, it's about Steve and you meeting for the first time in a movie theater on Valentine's Day 💕.

Warnings: Fluff, Model! Steve, Designer! Reader.

Words: 1.9k

You brought your hands to your lips, sighing over them to warm them. People walked briskly by your sides, some even bumping into your shoulder, apologizing in hushed tones. Signs with red and pink hearts filled every place, from food businesses to clothing and lingerie stores.

And in the midst of that was you, with your downcast countenance, watching some men enter the stores with a smile of excitement, and women, with flushed cheeks as they left a clothing or chocolate store. You couldn't lie, you felt a little envious, but what could you do besides watching those people being happy with their partners?

Your cell phone rang, making you come out of your little cloud of depression and singleness. The number was Alex's, your best friend. You answered almost the second after she dialed.

"Did you get to the movies yet?" Alex said on the other end of the phone.

"I'm close" you smiled, stopping your step as you saw the large Cinemark sign. You were happy to at least be able to enjoy a horror movie with your best friend, "Why do you ask? are you going to be late?"

Alex sighed heavily, something that made your stomach clench and your nerves make you nauseous. You knew that sigh so well.

"No, not exactly," a noise in the background along with a man's laughter only confirmed your suspicions, "Eddie came as a surprise, you know, for Valentine's Day."

"Oh" you said quietly, your smile fading almost as quickly as it had appeared. Alex and Eddie had been dating for about 10 years, lived through a lot together and always leaned on each other. You admired them, too much. Neither had much time for the other, Alex was a surgeon and Eddie had a band that became incredibly famous in the late 80s.

You didn't want to spend Valentine's Day alone, but you also didn't plan to put your happiness above your best friend's, so, taking a big breath of fresh air, you responded.

"I'm glad he was able to come see you today" you tried to sound as cheerful as possible, because you were actually very happy for them. "You should stay with him, you haven't seen each other for a long time."

Alex blew out the air she had built up. You couldn't help but smile at that, she really was a great friend.

"Thanks for understanding, Y/N, I promise I'll make it up to you."

"There's nothing to make up for, I love seeing you happy, you're like, I don't know, my favorite couple in the world" you let out a laugh as you heard Eddie shout that you were his second favorite girl in the world, "I gotta go, the show starts in a few minutes."

"Enjoy the movie for me, okay?"

"I will, don't worry" you kept up your pace, walking into the movie theater a little more down than before, but not taking the smile off your face, "Bye."

Steve turned off the alarm clock beside him, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. He glued his gaze to the spotless ceiling of the hotel room he was staying in for the weekend.

"You awake already?" muttered Eddie, standing in front of a full-length mirror, his hands working deftly through his hair. He was seeing Alex again today after an entire season out of the country.

"Yeah, I see you too" he sat up in bed, his eyelashes fluttering over his cheeks a little too slowly. Eddie couldn't help but smile mischievously at the sight of him.

"What? you have no one to spend this wonderful day with?" as he teased Steve, he picked up his perfume and poured it on too much. Steve wasn't happy about it, that one in particular was too expensive for him to wear like that.

"Shut the fuck up" he stood up at last, stretching his arms above his head. He hid his feet in his soft cotton slippers, walking lazily to the dining room.

Hundreds of papers were lying on the kitchen counter, all with Steve as the addressee. After his last job, many well-known fashion brands wanted him for their advertising.

He ignored them all, too tired to pay attention to them. He kept walking until he reached the spacious kitchen. His stomach growled in protest.

"I left a slice of pizza from last night lying around" Eddie shouted as he ran for the front door, "I'm going to Alex's house, don't wait for me, I don't think I'll make it."

"Just beat it" he said jokingly, pulling out a bottle of milk and taking a big gulp of it. He had to take care of his physique, much to his bad luck.

The door slammed shut, leaving Steve all alone in an overly large hotel room by one person. For some reason, he felt extremely lonely.

He stood for a few seconds staring at the door, thinking about how different his morning would have been if he had someone special in his life, as well as Eddie and Alex. It hurt him to think like that, it hurt him to think that he might end up alone and with no one to love him, unable to achieve his biggest dream, to have a beautiful family to give his body and soul to.

He tried to erase those intrusive thoughts, put away the bottle of milk and headed for the bedroom. He stopped dead in his tracks when he felt a sheet of paper hit his face.

"What the...?" He brushed it off with a frown, turning to look at the sliding door to the balcony. Eddie had left it open. "Stupid wind."

He looked at the paper, noting that it was a job offer at a freelance firm. Confused, he looked through the rest of the letters, noticing that, in one of the envelopes, came a set of photos with the work they had been doing so far.

The photography was fine, the models were exotic and diverse, something that caught his attention, but, without a doubt, what completely captivated him were the designs the models were wearing. They were very visually appealing.

In less than a second he was already dressed and with his wallet in hand, ready to go somewhere with a computer available so he could do some research about the place.

He wandered around town until he found a library with computers in it. He hurried to grab one and took a seat, typing in as fast as he could the name of the company.

His research led him to a website with a nicely perfected design, the designs available were similar to the samples, but much more eye-catching. He smiled unconsciously.

When he reached the footer, a phone number accompanied by a name caught his eye. It was the name of the manager and Lead Designer, Y/N Y/L/N. He pulled the crumpled letter out of his pocket, the reverse side facing the ceiling. He took a pencil from the pen next to the computer and quickly wrote down the data. For the first time in a long time he was really excited about getting a job.

With a big smile on his face, Steve walked gleefully towards the local subway station hoping he could go visit Eddie and Alex and tell them the news. He skipped down the stairs two at a time, ignoring the leering looks some girls were throwing at him; he couldn't think of anything else but your name, after all, so far you were the Designer that best complemented his personal tastes.

He took a seat on one of the subway chairs next to a man in a suit. He looked furious. Steve almost fell out of his seat when he saw the man give him a withering look.

"Hey," he mumbled, getting up and standing in front of Steve. "You like horror movies?"

Steve blinked slowly, his lips parting slightly. What did he say?

"Ah, yeah, I guess, why the question?" He mumbled in confusion, his brow furrowing slightly as he watched the man toss his a white-colored ticket.

"Here, I'll give it to you, I don't need it anymore anyway."

Steve tried to talk to him, to ask why he was giving that to him, but as soon as he got up, the man was gone on the train that had just arrived, leaving him with confusion and a ticket to a movie he didn't even know was in release.

"Thank you" you said as you took the box of popcorn from the worker's hands and headed to the room where the show would be screened. Definitely ignorant of the red hearts that decorated it.

You handed over your ticket and nodded when you heard the instructions. Room 4, booth K12. You considered it decent, not too close, not too far. You went on your way and entered the room. Empty.

You sighed, walking down the steps and ignoring the fact that this was too ridiculous, what was so unbelievable about watching a horror movie in company? If you had a partner, you thought, you would definitely watch this with him on Valentine's Day, mainly because they were on sale.

You walked until you saw the letter K on the seat, looking carefully for the number you were entitled to. Just then, you heard heavy footsteps and a man's panting. You decided to ignore it and take a seat.

"Dude, it sure is empty in here" you heard the man say. His footsteps could be heard closer and closer.

For a single second you thought he had an attractive voice, but preferable to keep that thought to yourself, you weren't the kind of person to flatter random people who came to watch the same movie as you.

The sound of the chair next to you made you freeze in place. You turned your head so fast that your neck became sore. Your eyes widened when you saw who it was.

Steve fucking Harrington was sitting next to you in a completely empty movie theater. You felt your heart race at the thought of sharing the same air as the one you admired so much.

"Hi" he smiled awkwardly as he noticed your relentless gaze stopping on him, "what a coincidence that we happened to be together, don't you think?".

You opened your mouth. Nothing. You tried again, but could only let out a soft "yes". You were red with embarrassment, why did this have to happen to you just today?

"Uhm, well, I was just saying that because I didn't want you to think I'm a weirdo or something for sitting here when the cinema is empty, but, you know, it's forbidden to occupy any seat other than yours" from then on you stopped paying attention to what he was saying, you were too busy thinking about how good he looked and how funny it was to hear him talking so fast.

Before you could help yourself, you let out a laugh. Too loud a laugh. You covered your mouth almost instantly, opening your eyes too wide to look normal.

You both looked at each other in silence; you, trying to read Steve's expression, and he, processing what you had just done. In the end, it was Steve who broke the silence. A set of strange laughs made you feel self-conscious, was he making fun of you?

"What was that?" he said between laughs, his eyes forming little crescent moons that sparkled with intensity, "I've never heard someone laugh like that."

"God, how embarrassing" you whispered, covering your face with both hands, feeling the heat rise to your ears.

"Seriously, what do I have to do to hear it again?"

Your heart stopped for a second. You opened a space between your fingers to watch Steve's face. You swore his smile could have killed you. He was smiling so genuinely that, for a second, you forgot that you had let out a laugh so loud and embarrassing that, if there had been more people there, they would be trying to throw you out.

"I..." you gulped, drawing out all your personality for the next move. After all, it was highly unlikely you were going to find it again, "well, you'd have to do something too crazy, maybe shave your head?"

Steve laughed again, this time you joined him. You don't know how long you were like that, the stomach ache and tears were already too present, so you guessed a good while, but you didn't care.

"I'm Steve, by the way" he smiled with a chuckle, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"Y/N" you nodded in his direction, lowering your voice a little at a time as you noticed the screen begin to brighten and the lights dimmed. You turned to look at the screen with a big smile.

You were so caught up in your world that you didn't notice how, even though the show was about to start, Steve didn't take his eyes off you for quite a while, his eyes shining with excitement and his chest quivering with warmth.

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So @strawberry-daiquiris wrote an incredible F1 Traitors AU (seriously, go read it) and was kind enough to let me paddle around in the Galex end of the pool.

Many thanks to @latecomersprivilege, for whom this is a belated birthday gift, an almost on time Valentine's gift, and ultimately not what she asked for but what she's getting!

It’s a month since the last episode aired and George hasn’t messaged him.

Oh, he’s in the group chat - he’s the admin of the group chat. He’s posting memes, even the ones about himself, nearly every day. Asking very sincerely after people’s partners, their kids. Adding little crying laughing emojis to almost all the jokes. (Almost all - never Alex’s. Not even once. Which. Come on. Checo’s not even that funny.)

So. Yeah, it’d been bad, at the end, at their last round table together, George damp eyed and smiling through it and Alex nearly fumbling his own defence trying to tell him one more time “it’s just a game”.

But. Like. Not so bad as to cancel out everything else. Or at least, Alex had thought so. Hoped so.

It’s been a month.

Hey just wondering if we shd have a coffee or smthg? Clear the air?

Sure. When?

Nxt wk? Peckham?

(George told him all about his little flat in Dulwich, how he properly loved all the twee village-y shit like the wooden sign-posts and bougie cafes, in their murmured conversations in the hotel corridors, heads ducked together and voices low. Alex had taken the piss, but so softly he’d barely recognised his own cadence. That- that had been the first clue, before he’d started noticing how George’s adams apple bobbed when he got loud.

But Dulwich is packed to the brim with Traitors fans, has to be, all middle class mums and families that gather round the telly of an evening to actually spend time together. They’d be spotted in seconds. So Peckham feels safer, crowded and anonymous and too fucking cool to pay attention if Alex has to get on his knees and beg George to- to-)

The cafe’s still a bit posh, which means it’s basically deserted. George is wearing the kind of T-shirt that only fits that well because it’s expensive.

He’s ordered tea already, and Alex wants to remind him to drink up, like he did at breakfast every morning, because George would always get too into their conversation to finish before it got cold. He’d slug it back anyway, wincing, and Alex would pretend to ignore the line of his throat.

“I’m sorry you didn’t win,” George blurts. “I know I- I didn’t help, I know, but after, I did want it to be you. You’d worked so hard.”

Alex stares at him. “I never thought I would. Maybe near the end, a bit, but. Well. I got lucky.”

George pulls a face. “Come on, you were brilliant at it. So convincing. I really thought I’d find out you were, like, an actor or something.”

George smiles at that, small and tight. “Oh, yeah, the office have been so weird about it. Saying they didn't watch, and then making jokes that prove they did. I've stopped paying attention to it.”

Alex tries to laugh, like it’s a joke. Like he hadn’t talked George’s ear off about the practice. How he’d use the money, if they won - as Faithful - to get back to his veterinary degree, properly qualify. “Nah, still at my old place. They’ve, uh, let me take the backroom stuff for a bit, while it dies down.”

Alex nods. Pretends George has got better at lying. “Hope they're not being nasty.”

“Oh, not too bad.” The ‘too’ makes Alex want to snarl, set his teeth in someone's neck. Bastards. And George's blasé tone runs a little thin as he goes on. “Might quit, actually, try the influencer thing for a bit. It's basically the same as sales, just, you know. Different product.”

“You'd be good at that,” Alex tries. “Influential. I'd be, uh, influenced.” In the time it takes George to blink three times, Alex experiences all nine levels of hell and a few more added just for him.

I'd be influenced. Christ.

“How are you doing with that, sponsorships and stuff?” George asks and Alex shrugs. He’s got his fans, the ones who think he was robbed, rather than bottled it. His Insta’s big, now, not millions but, like, decent. Marketable. Problem is, he isn’t.

“Turns out, being known as a really good liar doesn’t get loads of hashtag spon ops,” he says, trying to keep it light. Like money hadn’t been the whole point. George’s face falls, the first unrehearsed expression Alex has seen all morning.

“Oh crikey, I’m sorry, I didn’t- cause it’s been alright, and I was a traitor too, at the end so-”

“Yeah, but I forced you into it, didn’t I? I’m the bad guy.” There’s a decent TikTok edit of him to that Billie Eilish song, all his smiles and laughs and fond looks, set to the beat of sociopathy. It’s very slick; turned his stomach on the second watch. “Plus, you know, you look like that, which probably helps.”

He knows it’s been more than alright for George. He hasn’t liked any of his Instagram posts, too… proud? ashamed? But he’s seen them all, including the Stories, so George must know he’s been there. Or maybe he doesn’t, maybe there’s hundreds of people, and they’re not mutuals, he remembers abruptly. George didn’t follow him back.

He flips his phone in his hands, once, twice; worries at the crack in the screen down by the bottom right corner, just enough to feel the scrape against the pad of his thumb.

George notices, of course. Those big blue eyes, all the better for spotting clues. Terrible at knowing what they meant. “Do you wanna take a picture for insta then? Show people it’s all water under the bridge?”

“Uh, not really? I mean…” it doesn’t feel under the bridge, or air cleared. Alex still feels like he’s choking on it.

That small wrinkle he used to make fun of appears between George’s brows. “Wasn’t that the point of this?”

“Jesus, no, I’m not-” Alex feels sick, properly sick, hot chocolate coming back on him for a second. “I wanted to be friends - I want to be friends. Again.”

“Again,” George repeats, after a beat.

Alex swallows. Presses the tip of his tongue against the edge of his front teeth, where they turn sharp enough to cut, like a bit of pain now will soothe the sucking void where his stomach used to be. “Right, no, of course. Forget it, look, I'll get these and-”

George catches his wrist before he can make a break for it. His thumb lands in the soft spot between the tendons, where Alex’s pulse beats - ha - traitorously fast.

“Wait. You haven't told me how your mum is. And your sisters. And Luca, obviously, and the cats.”

“The cats?”

“Yeah, obviously. Can't go before I hear about the cats, ‘Lex. All of them. So you should probably, um, sit back down.”

So he does.

#my fic #f1 rpf fic #f1 rpf #galex #traitors au #an attempt was made #there's probably a part two where they Actually Kiss but good luck future me on writing that

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February 15th - Dieter x gn!Reader

Happy Valentine's Day to @all-the-way-down-here !! I hope I did our boy Dieter right and gave him some well-deserved fluff.

February 15th

Dieter Bravo x gn!Reader

WC: 1.5kish

Warnings: Fluffy x 100, language, suggestive convo, a teensy bit of straddling, talk of sexy times, Dieter doing The Most, established relationship.

Summary: Dieter finds out that you've never had a proper Valentine's Day. He goes to set that right, but can Dieter do anything with moderation? Probably not.

“This holiday is bullshit.”

You didn’t even stop typing to respond, more than used to Dieter’s opinionated outbursts. “Hmm?”

Dieter flopped over dramatically on the couch next to you. “Valentine’s Day. It’s total crap, you know? Corporate crap. Like I’m supposed to spend a bunch of money on cheesy heart-shaped chocolates or diamonds? Would you even want a diamond?”

You spared him a glance. “Do I seem like a diamond person to you?”

“No?”

You rolled your eyes and went back to the draft of your article. “Definitely not.” The clicking sound coming from your laptop keyboard filled the silence, although you could practically hear Dieter’s annoyed thoughts mulling around in his head.

“So why is it such a big deal? It’s tacky as hell,” he grumbled.

“I suppose,” you murmured.

Dieter poked at your thigh with one socked foot. “Surely what’s his name did something stupid for Valentine’s Day? Or what about what’s their face? Alex?”

You shook your head no, much to Dieter’s surprise. “I started dating Alex in March and it was over by Christmas. As for what's his name,” you said as you poked back at his foot, “he was overseas on a work trip for most of February. Cheating on me, as a matter of fact.”

Dieter froze. “You never told me that part.”

You gave him a small smile and opened your laptop again. “It’s fine. But I’ve never had a partner do anything for Valentine’s Day with me. I guess you’re right, anyway. Corporate crap.”

Dieter sat silent for a long while before popping up off the couch. He paused long enough to kiss your forehead before bounding out of the room. You were too engrossed in your work to notice the hushed phone calls he made from the kitchen.

Your dinner meeting at your favorite bistro went well, and you were eager to return to Dieter. He had promised you a quiet movie night at home, which sounded absolutely perfect. Your deadlines had been stressing you out so much, and he knew it.

When you walked through the front door, you were greeted by roses. Red roses. Dozens upon dozens of long-stemmed red roses. Tall crystal vases stuffed with the most beautiful roses covered almost every surface. Where there weren’t vases there were piles of rose petals sprinkled liberally, leading a path toward the living room.

“Dieter?” you called out, taking care not to trip over the countless candles that led you down the hallway. “Babe?”

You turned the corner and almost gasped at the sight. The room was filled with even more red roses and candles of all sizes, along with a heart-shaped ring of rose petals in the middle of the room.

And Dieter. Standing in nothing but boxers and a red robe, holding a single rose.

White boxers. With red hearts all over them.

You were dumbfounded, mouth hanging open. “What…did you do?”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” he said with a crooked smile. He held the rose up to his mouth and bit down on the stem, immediately recoiling and throwing it to the ground. “Fuck, that one has thorns.”

You laughed and walked over to him, examining his face. “Oh my god, are you alright?”

He pouted and wrapped his arms around your neck. “No, I think I need mouth-to-mouth.”

You couldn’t resist him when he pouted, which was something that he took advantage of often. But really, how could anyone withstand those big brown eyes and full lips? You were only human. You tilted your chin up and pressed your lips to his, a quick little peck.

“Cured?” you asked.

“Not even close,” he replied, brushing his lips against yours before kissing you with more force. He was greedy, pulling you against him while his tongue begged for entry. You could feel a throaty little moan when you opened your mouth to him and relished the feeling of his warm solid torso under your hands as you snaked your arms around him, pushing the robe aside.

You broke the kiss when the need for oxygen became too great to ignore. “Now you’re definitely resuscitated.”

A boyish grin spread across his face. “For now. Okay, so. I have things for you.”

“Things?” you asked, looking around the room. All you could see were flowers.

Dieter took you by the hand and pulled you towards the bedroom. Like the other rooms before, every surface was covered in candles and rose petals. Spread out across the bed were…well, definitely things. He hadn’t been lying.

“Ok, so, this is supposed to be really fun. It’s body paint! The lady said it tastes like strawberries. Which can go with the actual strawberries that are over there,” he said, pointing at the side table. “Then this paint is chocolate flavored, I think? And this one…well, it’s whipped cream. You probably know what that is.”

You laced your fingers with his, stopping his frantic explanation. “This all looks fun, babe. But…I thought you hated this holiday? Said it was bullshit?”

Dieter looked sheepish. “Yeah, I said that.”

You tilted your head, trying to read the emotion in his eyes. “So, what changed between this morning and now? Not that I’m not grateful, this is…well, insane.”

He chuckled. “Do you know how hard it was to find this many red roses in LA in six hours? Called about fifty flower shops.”

You smiled and kissed the back of his hand, waiting for him to continue.

He cleared his throat. “It’s the first time either one of us has been in a relationship - a good relationship - over Valentine’s Day. It was your first one, and I didn’t want to fuck it up.”

You felt like your heart had cracked open, spilling warmth through every vein. “You couldn’t fuck this up, love. I promise. I wasn’t expecting anything at all, you know?”

Dieter looked serious- more serious than you were used to seeing him. “You deserve it. Everything. You deserve everything.” For someone who always had big feelings, Dieter often struggled with vulnerability. It had taken some time for him to understand that you were a safe person for him to express his worries and insecurities. You knew that when he said I didn’t want to fuck it up, he meant I didn’t want to fuck us up.

You kissed him with everything you had, tangling your fingers through his curly hair. He blindly pushed all of his purchases out of the way as he settled on the edge of the bed, pulling you down to straddle his lap.

“I like you like this,” he said with a lusty grin.

“I like your boxers,” you replied, rocking your hips slowly back and forth.

Dieter licked his lips. “Shit, baby. That feels so good. Think you’re wearing too many clothes though.”

“Better do something about it, Bravo,” you commanded. “Better grab that whipped cream too.”

You and Dieter spent the night trying everything that he had bought - the edible paint was fun but messy, the whipped cream was sticky but delicious, the candy cock ring made you laugh hysterically- and after multiple orgasms, two quick naps, and a shower, you had collapsed back into bed together.

“Babe?” you said softly.

“Yeah?” he replied, dragging his fingers slowly up and down your bare back.

“I love you.” It wasn’t the first time or even the hundredth time that you had told him this, but by the way he squeezed your arm you could tell he needed to hear it.

“I love you too,” he replied. “Did you have a good Valentine’s Day?”

“Yeah,” you giggled. Certainly was memorable. That edible g-string was a bad choice, though.”

Dieter scoffed. “Hey, you said I looked good in it.” That just made you giggle more.

You looked up at him. “Hey. You don’t ever have to go over the top to show me that you love me, ok? Just being with you is enough.”

Dieter’s eyes welled up with tears. “Ok, no more over-the-top stuff. Damn, that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever-” He was cut off by the gate alarm. Someone was here.

“It’s 5 in the morning. What the hell?” You worried that it was some psycho fans trying to get pictures with him; it had happened before.

Dieter looked confused, then it dawned on him. “Fuck, it’s the car service.”

“The what?” Now it was your turn to look confused.

“The car service. To take us on the sunrise hot air balloon ride,” he replied, typing the code into his phone to open the gate and jumping up out of bed.

“To take us on the what now?” you exclaimed, eyes wide when Dieter held out your clothes to you.

Dieter grinned. “Ok, one more over-the-top thing. That’s it, I swear!”

Like you believed him. Like Dieter could love you in any other way.

“Valentine’s Day continues!” he exclaimed with a kiss. A promise of much more fun yet to come.

#happy valentine's day #dieter bravo #dieter bravo x gn!reader #dieter my beloved #i've got a lot of feelings right now i don't know #the bubble #dieter bravo fanfic

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foxes-that-run · 4 months

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I don't know where songs like Fool's gold fits in with songs from 1989. Say don't go especially make it seem like HS was the one that couldn't commit and she was wanting forever. It seemed like she wanted commitment early or did I miss something?

Taylor worked on Red and 1989 for much longer than the One Direction albums, she put out 2 in the time they put out 3. So although 1989 and Four came out close together (and do overlap) 1989 started earlier and Four was finished later.

Say Don't Go was written and recorded on New Years Day 2014. Harry was skiing with Kendall at the time.

Clean and Style were written in February, with Style the last song for 1989. They then seemed to be dating from Valentine's Day 2014. Stockholm Syndrome on Four was written soon after Style while they were together. He also wrote I love you for Alex and Sierra then, so Say Don't Go was definitely resolved.

by September, in the lead up to 1989's release Taylor started doing media that minimised the relationship. In particular on 8 September 2014 this Rolling Stone interview and on 11 September 2014 this '22 things I learned from Taylor' with this quote:

“I think the way I used to approach relationships was very idealistic,” she says. “I used to go into them thinking, ‘Maybe this is the one — we’ll get married and have a family, this could be forever.’ Whereas now I go in thinking, ‘How long do we have on the clock — before something comes along and puts a wrench in it, or your publicist calls and says this isn’t a good idea?'”

Fools Gold was seemingly written a few days later on 14 September. 💔 They were seen together again around the AMAs and VS show (So It Goes), but it was properly over by around 6 January 2015.

Things seemed OK in June, August 2014 - They were both MIA for the week that article came out and both went from LA to London. Then his Insta went black and white until 2016 except when they were in the same place.

That they maybe ended whatever happened in 2023 before 1989 TV was released is not lost on me.

#haylor

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bitbybitwrites · 4 months

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Thanks to @forabeatofadrum and @onthewaytosomewhere for the tag!

Got a number of items I'm working on so here some bits for you: from a few WIP of mine.

1.) From the next chapter of Puppy Love (RWRB fic)

“Tia Nora is pretty fun,” Alex admitted. ”That’s why we’re best friends.” He sighed and stared up into the sky. “I know it’s tough Raf. Us being all the way in New York, so far from family and your other friends back in Texas.” “But Tia June is here. And I’m making friends, Papi,” Raf reassured him. “You are?” Raf nodded as he took a handful of snow and tossed it up in the air so it fluttered down on them both. “ There’s Milo and Becky and Thomas and Belle . .” “Wait, like the Disney princess?” “She told me she’s named after her grandmother. Isabelle, I think?” “Oh.” “Those are my new friends at school. Milo is nice. He has glasses. Becky shares her snack with me at lunch time. Her mom gives her CAKE.” Raf turned to look at his father with wide, amazed eyes. “CAKE, Papi.” Alex rolled his eyes. “I doubt its as good as Abuelita’s Tres Leches," he sniffed. “Well, duh . . “

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2.) From Falling For You (Klaine fic)

“Who is Carole?” Kurt smiled and grabbed his phone to open up to a picture of his Dad and his stepmother smiling and laughing with each other. It had been his father’s birthday and the two of them had cracked each other up with some silly joke or reference. Kurt quickly took a picture to freeze that moment in time. “This is Carole, “ Kurt said as he showed Tracy. “Dad met her when I was in high school. And they fell in love and got married. Now that doesn’t mean he forgot my mom or anything. He just had a lot of love in his heart - enough for both of them. Carole loves my Dad a whole lot. She loves me just as much too. She’s amazing.” He leaned in a bit closer to Tracy. “I’ll let you in on a secret. She also makes the best cookies. Remind me to make you some of her recipes some time.” “Like Christmas cookies?” “Exactly.” “Mr. Kurt?” “Yes, sweetheart?” “Can I meet Carole one day?” “I think we can arrange that.” Kurt said. “And maybe if we’re lucky, she may bring some cookies when she comes. “

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3.) From Sanctuary (Klaine fic)

It was a good handful of time before he got to his destination, having managed to successfully slip by a number of the palace guards in the process. Blaine was able to sneak just outside of the castle walls. He followed a well-worn path into the wood to a small cottage hidden just a few feet hidden in the trees. In the front yard, a young woman paused in her task of hanging her wet wash to dry. She stood, she groaned, rubbing the small of her back. As she did the swell of the growing babe in her belly protruded forward. She smiled to herself, caressing her abdomen, forming a beautiful picture even Blaine could appreciate: her soft blond hair escaping from her kerchief, brushing her brow. The young woman’s brown eyes danced as she spotted the princeling approaching. She dipped into as low of a curtsey as she could manage without tipping forward. “Your Royal Highness,” she said in a soft voice. “Good morrow. I was wondering when you would come by this day.” Blaine smiled sheepishly as he held aloft his offering from the head cook. “Mistress Fabray,“ he said proudly. “I come bearing gifts!”

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4.) Untitled Klaine Valentines 2024 Challenge fic

OK, am loving all the work I'm seeing from the folks doing the Klaine Valentines 2024 challenge set out by the @klaineccfanficlibrary

I got an idea for something, inspired by their first day song selection (Padam. by Kylie Minogue) so here's just a little bit from something I started . . The best way I could sum up this fic is this section of the story:

The young men from Dalton House weren’t just lookers. They were well versed in everything from English Literature to economics. They could hold their own in academic debates while also using those dexterous mouths and tongues to suck your brains out of your cock. Brains and beauty - and all of them looking for older (preferably more financially well off) “patrons.” Or so the rumors went.

So yeah, there's a bit of an age gap planned , Blaine in his mid-late 20s, Kurt in his mid-late 30s. and a bit of a Pretty Woman vibe to the story . . you know, hooker with a heart of gold type thing :)

And the selection from the fic so far:

“The auction.” Kurt’s mind puts two and two together. Elliot nods and motions towards the front of the ballroom. Up on the stage there were three large gilded cages, each with a young man, scantily clad within them. The boys were dancing as seductively as they could manage. The two on the far right and far left of the stage (one brunette, and one blonde) kept throwing worried glances to one another as Dalton House patrons gathered at their feet, appraising them. “The ones on either end . . . despite flouting the refusal clause, they were caught with each other in bed. Fraternizing with another student in contract is strictly forbidden.” Elliot said in a low voice. “Nick and Jeff were just stupid. I had warned them, but they weren’t careful.” Elliot shook his head. “And now I can’t protect them. They go to whoever is the highest bidder for them tonight, no matter what.” “And the boy in the center cage?” Kurt was hypnotized watching the young man sway his hips, his arms raised above his head, eyes closed to shut out the world around him. Dark curls fell gently over his brow - curls that looked so soft, Kurt realized he wanted to run his fingers through them. “Blaine?” Elliot sighed. “I don’t know why he signed with Dalton, to be honest. He just didn’t seem like the type, you know? But again, he refused one time too many for the administration’s liking. And now it’s come to bite him in the ass. He’s up for auction too.” “That’s . . . too bad . . “ Kurt murmured, still transfixed with watching Blaine. Kurt couldn’t explain it - it was like the blood was rushing to fill his ears. And all he could hear was his own loud heart beat in syncopation with the music in the room: Padam, padam Padam, padam Padam, padam

OK . . tagging folks ( jump in only if you want to!) : @hkvoyage, @kirakiwiwrites, @little-escapist, @myheartalivewrites, @wordsofhoneydew, @14carrotghoul @fallevs, @spaceorphan18, @gleefulpoppet, @madas-ahatters-world, @rockitmans

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divergent-paths · 4 months

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On the doorstep of Alex's dorm room is a box, with his name on it! Inside the envelope is a letter, reading as follows; "Dear Alex, I heard that something called Valentine's Day is coming up, and on that day, you give chocolates to people you think are nice! And I think you're pretty nice! So I wanted to give you these chocolates. I made them myself! With Mr. Saguaro's help, of course. I hope you like them! Sincerely, Wynona."

*cue Alex having to ask around for several days to figure this out*

hint: she was in the same home ec class slot prior to the treasure hunt opening lol

honestly i did not expect this horrible, grumpy teen to get any sort of gift, let alone a valentines gift, so i might just open up a pseudo art trade of sorts? :'D for those so inclined, all pics of your oc(s) handing over a gift to either max or alex, subbed to this blog by the 15th will get a return pic on white day (mar. 14) of the appropriate boyo giving back ~<3

#ajks #valentines trade #if you sub pls make sure your oc is clearly shown so that i can draw them in return!#i can't draw someone if i have no ref to work from :'D #user submission

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crystallizedkingdoms · 4 months

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chimerical

chimerical /kɪˈmɛɹɪkəl/ • adjective Alex takes Rory out on a nice Valentine’s Day date. Rory has some conflicted feelings along the way.

wc: 4,171

you can also read this on ao3 <3

Rory thinks he must be dreaming when he sees Alex in front of his doorway.

The frosty morning sun shines extra bright against Alex’s figure. Its rays catch his red hair and frame his face almost too perfect, and they paint his light brown eyes a softer colour than usual. He hunches awkwardly on himself, hugging his winter coat closer to his body to keep himself warm as the wind blows past him. Rory takes in the sight of him, standing awkwardly in his pajamas without moving. A rush of that same cold wind slinks into the doorframe and Rory shivers, the only sign of movement between them.

“…Hey, Rory. Are you gonna let me in or do you like watching me freeze to death?” Alex finally asks, his voice more stilted than usual.

Rory snaps himself out of his stunned daze, muttering, “Shit, yeah. Come in and shut the door behind you.” He backs away from the open door and descends the stairs, towards his basement room. He listens as Alex steps into the house, the click of the door behind him, and the subsequent footsteps down the stairs.

“Why are you here?” Rory asks, a little more blunt than he intended. He turns in the middle of his room to look back at Alex, who hasn’t removed his coat like he usually does as soon as he’s out of the stairwell. “It’s so early. I told you not to come here without calling me, you know— you know how my mom gets.”

Alex’s eyebrows furrow in response. He plays with the buttons on the cuff of his coat, doesn’t dare step too far away from the door, and it strikes Rory how anxious he looks. “Look, man, just get ready, won’t you?”

Rory backs up to sit on the dryer, but then he processes Alex’s words. “Get ready? For what?”

“I— come on, do I have to say it out loud?”

Rory raises a brow. “If you want me to know what you’re talking about, uh, yeah?” he says. “You can’t just show up on my doorstep for no reason and tell me I have to get ready for something I have no clue about.”

Alex rubs the back of his neck and looks around, as if anyone other than the two of them could possibly be hearing this conversation. His eyes flicker away each time Rory tries to make eye contact, and his fidgeting increases tenfold. “Okay. I still can’t tell if you’re fucking with me… Ugh, fine! You win,” he sighs.

“You sound like you’re proposing to me.”

“If this is how you think proposals go, I am seriously scared of any married people you know,” Alex cringes. He shakes his head. “But no, even worse.”

Alex gathers the courage and meets Rory’s eyes. That too-soft glimmer his eyes have this morning seems brighter than ever, and for a moment, Rory bites his lip in fear. He expects the worst. An emergency, maybe? No, he wouldn’t be joking like this, right? Maybe he’s missing something. What’s he forgetting? A birthday, a friend meetup, a…

“Let’s go out together for Valentine’s?” Alex asks.

Rory’s heart stops. “Valen— what?!”

“Yeah. Valentine’s Day. February 14th. Does that ring any bells?”

“Okay, shut up. That’s today?” Rory pushes off the dryer and paces around his room. “Fuck. I forgot, I— How did you remember?” he asks through laboured breaths, his eyes searching Alex’s with a wild frenzy growing in his movements.

Alex falls back to avoiding eye contact. His eyes dart to the side and he continues rubbing the back of his neck, like the motion could wash the awkwardness off of him. “Don’t give it too much thought, all right? Jeez. Just, get dressed, okay?”

Rory throws himself onto his knees by the side of his bed and reaches underneath his bed. He pulls the box of hastily folded clothes out of the crevice, and though he does not turn back to see it himself, he can practically feel the grimace on the face of his boyfriend who actually has drawers. “Where are you taking me? Oh god. Don’t tell me it’s some fancy place in Frankton. I think all my nice stuff is in my dad’s room,” Rory says while rummaging through his clothes.

“Hah! Fancy in Frankton. I wish. Don’t think too much about it, just something nice and warm. It’s snowing out there and the bus ride was hell,” Alex assures. He rubs his trembling hands together to prove a point.

Rory sighs, but starts looking for some warmer clothing, per Alex’s advice. “Nice and warm. Got it. You still haven’t answered, though. Where are we going?”

“Dude, have you ever heard of a surprise?”

“Actually, no. Enlighten me.”

Alex huffs out through his nose out of annoyance and Rory can’t help himself from smiling. How quick he loses his composure in the face of dumb teasing.

“It is in Frankton, though, right?”

“Okay, yes. There. You’ve narrowed it down.”

Rory picks out the warmest clothing he can find and recalls a jacket he has stuffed in the corner next to the door, and he’s set. He takes the clothing into his arms and stumbles back onto his feet. “I’ll change now,” he says, placing everything on the bed in front of him.

“Okay,” Alex nods.

Rory reaches and pulls his pajama shirt off of him. He sighs when he doesn’t hear the door open. “Go stand outside on the stairs, Alex,” he asks. It sounds more like a demand.

Alex rolls his eyes without saying anything. Rory doesn’t need to see it to hold back an annoyed sigh. “I know what you’re thinking. I don’t care. Out.”

“Fine, fine! Sorry,” Alex scoffs, but he steps out of the room without any more prodding. As Rory changes out of his sleepwear into his warm clothing, wonders how on earth Alex managed to actually listen to him so easily. Must be Valentine’s causing a change of heart. Good to actually be listened to for a day.

But, no, come on— Rory shakes away that thought. He’s trying, at least. Better than what you’ve done so far, he chastises himself. He bats away his usual snarky comments that live in his head, and he’s almost got them out completely when he throws his jacket on and opens his bedroom doorway.

Alex is a couple of steps up the stairwell, kicking the wall with the toe of his shoe when he hears the door open. His eyes sweep across Rory’s body as they always do, picking and analyzing every part of what he sees. What does he think about the coat, old and worn yet unimaginably warm, covering his usual striped sweater? What does he make of his frayed gloves, his knitted beanie? Rory tells himself he shouldn’t care. Any fucking comment Alex says to him he can always ignore, just like always. It’s what he’s used to—

“Lookin’ good,” Alex says with a grin. It’s a genuine grin, soft lips looking more gentle than Rory’s ever seen them. And, despite himself, Rory’s heart thunders in his chest the minute he hears those words. Looking… good?

Right. Of course. They’re dating. Why is he surprised? It’s not that rare that Alex compliments him without some kind of tone. Just take it, he thinks. He squeezes past Alex on the steps, moving up towards the exit. “Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself,” he mutters. Alex laughs behind him as he follows Rory up to the exit. It’s cute. Yeah, cute is the word for it.

When Rory steps out of his home, the chill does not wait one second to descend upon him. He bites his lip and shivers underneath his layers, and prays it won’t get any worse than this. “It better not be any outdoor activity,” he says, eyeing Alex.

“Really?” Alex asks. His tone is flat and Rory already knows what snark he’s going to throw his way. “You think I’m the one to suggest an outdoor date? As if.”

“This is already kind of crazy for you to do, so maybe you have some other stuff up your sleeve. I don’t know.”

“Crazy?” Alex says that word like he’s been confronted with life’s greatest mystery. He starts walking away from Rory’s house, towards the exit of Wind Town. Rory falls into step right beside him. Their bodies are close, but not too close; their hands don’t quite brush each other’s. “What’s crazy about taking you out?”

Everything.

“It’s just been a while, that’s all. You know what I mean,” Rory mumbles under his breath, which turns to vapour right in front of him.

Alex does not reply. They walk in silence, vapour puffing and dissipating in tandem as they get further and further away from Wind Town. Rory’s unsure what to take from this silence; did he go too far, pointing out that obvious fact? Is he ruining the first good thing they’re doing together already? Fuck, he’s already ruining his own mood, having thoughts like these when they haven’t even made it to the bus stop.

“…I’m sorry about that,” Alex says.

Rory looks at Alex from the corner of his eye.

“Seriously, man, I— I know it shouldn’t have taken this long. But, let’s try to enjoy this? It’s kind of the perfect day to do exactly that.”

Rory looks down at his feet. They crunch perfectly soft snow with every footstep. “Yeah,” he gives in. “Of course. Let’s enjoy this.”

Alex smiles. Rory doesn’t need to look at him to know he is. “Hah, good.”

Their hands almost brush, but they don’t. Yeah. Good.

—

Rory and Alex sit on the bus right next to each other. Alex has lapsed into some passionate rant about difficult books Rory has never read and likely won’t for a few months, but he half-listens, anyway. He watches the world pass by as Frankton gets closer and closer. Their date, wherever it may be, gets closer and closer.

Snow whirls past his vision, and Rory gets so engrossed in watching them that his half-listening falters. All his eyes can focus on is the snowflakes that zip by, or the ones that land and melt on the public transit window. It’s a strange, almost childlike thing to fixate on, but Rory would rather lose his focus on the delicate patterns of snowflakes than dwell on his previous thoughts.

It’s a good activity. He sits there, facing the window, unbothered by the need to make eye contact, or talk much other than the vague ‘uh-huh’ in Alex’s direction at the right moment. It lets him sit in sweet serenity, a calm before whatever storm Alex could have in store for him. A good storm, mind you. Even at his most pessimistic, Rory doesn’t think Alex is that terrible at planning dates.

At some point Rory gets so lost in the simplicity of it all, watching the snow fall and melt in predictable ways, that he doesn’t realize Alex has stopped talking. He doesn’t pay attention when Alex shifts in his seat, nor could he possibly notice how his eyes don’t dart around the bus like they usually do when he goes to make this move. Rory hardly feels something slip into his hand until it suddenly squeezes around his gloved fingers tightly.

Rory’s head whips around when he feels it. His eyes land on the affected hand, and his chest tightens when he sees exactly what he wishes for: Alex holding his hand.

Rory swallows thickly. Alex never makes the first move in public, he recalls. His gaze darts around, trying to see if there was anyone in their vicinity who could witness such an event. And there is. People sit on the bus seats right across from them, and Rory can hear the chatter of people behind and in front of them. There are people who could see them, a public eye that Alex has always shunned them from. So, why all of a sudden…?

Rory’s eyes fall into Alex’s. Eyes as soft as snow meet his, and he gives that awkward half-grin that Rory embarrassingly can’t get enough of. Alex doesn’t speak, so neither does Rory. Instead, they hold each other’s hands tight enough to make them warm, but not enough to bruise. Rory’s gotten too used to that kind of bruise.

The snow no longer interests Rory. He shifts his body away from the window and closer to Alex, closer to Frankton, closer to their date. Rory blushes. Rory waits.

—

“A coffee date?”

They’re standing right outside of the café door when Rory asks that question, disbelief steeped in his voice. Alex scratches at his beard sheepishly (with his free hand— Rory can’t believe that they’re still holding hands) and asks, “What? Too cheesy?”

“Honestly, a little cheesy,” Rory admits. He couldn’t help but stare at the tacky Valentine’s heart decorations strung up on the various windows of Frankton’s shops as they walked here, but this one took the cake for the most tacky. Which, really, it's a café. Probably the most befitting of going all out on the Valentine’s decorations that wasn’t at-home dinner. But when Alex shifts his weight on his feet and stuffs his ungloved hand into his coat pocket, Rory quickly adds, “Not that that’s bad. It’s, uh, really not. I dig it.”

“Oh, thank god,” Alex releases a sigh of relief. He pulls his hand out of his pocket and reaches for the café door. “This place is pretty new, but obviously not very fancy. So, you didn’t have to freak out about the clothes earlier.”

“I didn’t freak out! I had no clue about anything.”

“Yeah, right,” Alex scoffs. He swings open the door and lets Rory’s hand go. He’s opening the door for me, Rory realizes only when he’s halfway through the establishment, anyway. What the fuck?

Rory thinks Alex is going to make some kind of joke about it. A sarcastic jab, a tease, even just a self-acknowledging laugh, anything. But Alex drags them towards a nearby empty table, one that isn’t already occupied by a cutesy couple showing way too much PDA, and has them sit down before Rory can think properly.

“Coffee. How do you like yours again?” Alex asks before Rory has time to process much else.

“Oh. Uh. Black?”

“Jesus, you have black coffee on a coffee date?”

“Oh, sorry, I don’t exactly know what most people have on coffee dates. On account of never having been asked out on one before.”

“Something sweet, man. We get some free dessert too if that changes anything. Valentine’s special and all that.”

“Fine. Cappuccino or whatever the hell,” Rory waves him off.

Alex rubs his face in exaggerated frustration. “Don’t act like you’re too good to know the coffee names,” he replies.

“Not all of us skipped college classes standing in line and staring at menus instead of doing work at coffee places, Alex.”

“Okay, okay, fine,” he sighs and sits up from his chair. “Christ, you’re good at talking when you want to.”

Rory watches Alex as he bounds up to the counter with their order. He didn’t get the chance to ask Alex what dessert they might have, but he finds that he doesn’t really mind anything. Although Rory hasn’t eaten breakfast yet, his appetite seems to have left at Wind Town. Alex is right, however— something sweet did sound nice to Rory in this gentle moment.

Sitting right next to the café’s windows, Rory’s eyes are brought back to the outside world. The snowfall has picked up slightly, with a stinging wind carrying swirls of snowflakes right off the ground and carrying them to some faraway land where everything is nicer and sweeter and softer. It’s soft, too soft. Rory’s not sure why he thinks about that when he sees snow. He’s not sure why now, of all days, he thinks of softer things.

Was it just Rory, or did the snow seem almost too soft? Did it almost look too perfect? Surely, that must be why he is so focused on it, right? It’s out of place. It’s not how it usually looks, in its dirty, slushy form it usually takes around this time. It’s nice, though. He should like that. Rory likes it, he thinks.

“Hey, you’re staring into space again.”

Rory doesn’t whip his head around this time. He calmly looks at Alex, who sits in front of him again. In front of Rory, there’s his cappuccino, hot and certainly sweeter than Rory usually takes it. In front of Alex is what Rory can only guess as something way sweeter than a cappuccino, given how Alex dumps in his packets of sugar without a care in the world. Right in between their cups of coffee is a plate that holds two small red cupcakes. Red velvet or red-dyed chocolate, Rory can’t tell.

Rory puts only one packet of sugar in the cappuccino he’s given. He stirs his drink, watches the grains of sugar disappear right in front of him, then takes a small sip of it. He sees Alex do the same thing at the exact same thing. It’s sweet, too sweet. Rory expects himself to cringe, but he doesn’t. It’s a little pleasant, really. Rory likes it, he thinks.

“You know, I really like coffee in the winter,” Alex says out of the blue. “It warms me. In that special way. And, um, I’ve been thinking about how I want to share that feeling with you. That’s why I decided to take you here, actually. If you were wondering.”

Rory flashes a small, but distinctly amused smile. He tries not to delight in how such a small facial gesture makes Alex’s light up significantly. “I was wondering, yeah. That’s… really nice. And cute,” he says. Alex blushes and stumbles over his words, blustering about calling him cute or anything, and Rory feels a pinprick of relief that, Thank god, he still acts this way when I call him that.

But then those thoughts come back in an instant. Those insistent, almost cruel thoughts. Why is Alex acting this way? Yes, it’s Valentine’s, that is a fact that is hard to forget as they sit in a heart-riddled café for a date. Yet when Rory looks at the softness in Alex’s eyes, the gentleness in the hands that held his, Rory can’t help but wonder, It’s so much, and so soon.

Rory grips his cup tightly. It’s warm, just like Alex said it was. He feels that warmth slide down his throat with every sip, but it never feels that warm when it finally sits. “Hey, Alex?” Rory pipes up.

Alex blinks, interrupted from… what was he talking about again? “Yeah?” he asks.

“Can we go to your place for breakfast? The coffee and dessert are nice and all, don’t get me wrong. I can stay here for a while. But, you know, I haven’t—”

“Eaten yet. Yeah, fuck, I totally forgot about that. Yes, we can go to my place,” Alex assures, then groans at his own stupidity. “Shit, man. I’m sorry.”

Rory stares at Alex with blank eyes. He leans back in his chair and blinks at him, going over his words. Over and over and over. If Alex notices this shift, he doesn’t mention it. He just goes back to his coffee, and hell, he even takes a bite from his cupcake. It’s soft and it’s sweet. Alex is nice.

Too nice.

“Is this real?”

The question slips out of Rory’s mouth without him thinking. Alex cocks his head to the side in confusion. “What? Is this that good a date?” Alex asks in a joking tone.

“You’re acting really differently. Like, really different,” Rory says.

Alex frowns. It’s so sad-looking, painstakingly crafted to make Rory feel bad about what he’s saying. “I don’t know what you mean,” Alex sighs. He sounds more unsure, anxious even.

“This feels so nice. I feel really happy right now. I feel warm.”

“Are you saying I don’t usually make you feel that way?”

Rory shakes his head way too hard, way too quickly. “No, no. Not like that. I do feel those things. But, um, in a different way. You know what I mean?”

“I don’t think I do,” Alex says. He’s fidgeting with the small spoon and stirs it in his half-drunk coffee.

“What I mean is, we do things differently. You’re subtler than this. You’re less openly affectionate. You’re, uh, you’re less nice.”

“Rory, what are you talking about? What is giving you this impress—”

“You’ve apologized to me three times over the course of a morning,” Rory snaps. He spits out the words faster than Alex can react to them or use them to interrupt Rory. “You usually go through weeks without even muttering that word.”

The two of them sit with that for a minute or two. A minute or two that Rory comes to deeply regret. Oh, why did he have to bring it up? Why shatter this one good day that Alex brought him? So what if it was strange, so what if it was different than usual? It is better than their usual, is it not? Did Rory prefer the stilted dinners, the swatting of hands in public, the uniquely cold affection Alex tosses him now and then?

Rory thinks of breaking the silence. He formulates an apology, how it must be the hunger talking, or the depressive doubts that cloud his mind. Anything Rory can blame other than his own conscious thoughts. It’s Alex, however, who asks, “And if it isn’t real?”

The question catches Rory off guard. “Huh?”

“If this isn’t real, why not enjoy it?”

“I…”

“For the record, I am real,” Alex reassures with an awkward smile. “At least, as much as we can ever think we are. And I’ll be honest, I don’t like what you’re insinuating. Because I am trying— really trying— to be even a little bit better. Okay? Is that what you want to hear? Haha, I actually have to try and be a decent boyfriend for one whole day, get out of my comfort zone, and that’s enough for you to think you’re in some other reality or something?”

Rory sucks in a breath. His nerves calm down enough that he sits upright in his seat again. He tries not to think about how Alex talking him down like this has become comforting. Familiar.

“I want to have a nice Valentine’s Day with you, Rory. I want…” Alex’s eyes flicker to the side, and he sounds a little choked, his voice getting louder, “I want to have a nice relationship with you. As rocky as it started. As rocky as it still is. I want to do better.

“But even if I wasn’t. Even if this wasn’t real, whatever that means… can’t you just let us enjoy this? Please, Rory?”

Rory hates it when this happens, but Alex is right. He takes another sip of coffee and lets the too-sweet liquid warm his throat and chill his body. He should be enjoying this. “Yeah,” Rory breathes out. “Yeah. I’m sorry, Alex. I don’t know what got over me, I…”

“That doesn’t matter,” Alex says. He lays his hand flat on the table and Rory grabs it without hesitation. Neither of them take that cursory glance around their surroundings to stop themselves. “Seriously. We can talk about all the serious shit another day. Let’s just forget this happened, okay? Pretend it’s all okay.”

Neither of them says it, but Rory knows they’re both thinking it. We’re good at that.

“Sounds good to me,” Rory says. He puts his cup of coffee down on its platter and squeezes Alex’s hand harder. “Sounds… good.”

Alex smiles with soft lips. He stares at Rory with soft eyes. A warmth the coffee can’t give him stirs in his chest, urging him to act, urging him to indulge. What’s a little indulgence?

Rory sits up in his seat. He leans over the café table and he knows exactly how he looks right now and he can’t decide if it makes him sick or giddy. He catches Alex realizing what’s happening, and he expects something awful, something normal. He expects Alex to look around nervously, laugh like it’s some kind of joke, ask him hypocritically, What the fuck are you doing?

Alex takes the kiss. He takes it, even with how difficult the position makes it. He takes it perfectly, like it was made to be in this reality. Rory pulls away only a few seconds after their lips connect, but it’s enough that his lips already burn with a blooming heat that matches the one in his chest. Rory sits back down like nothing happened, but Alex has a stupid smirk on his face, barely holding back a comment.

“I love you, Rory,” Alex whispers. Too soft, too sweet, too nice.

Rory thinks he must be dreaming.

“I love you too, Alex,” Rory says. Real and imaginary.

He doesn’t care either way.

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