#i’ll be honest i haven’t been drawing much
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We are Infinity
Hi guys!
I had several asks for a new Luna one, I feel like I’m writing a lot for them those days but I think we all need some fluffy stuff after Mariona’s departure 😔 I’m still mourning.
TW : pure fluff honestly
It was hard for Lucy to let Ona go to the Spanish camp, where she knows that the staff and the head coach won’t really take care of her girlfriend. She got hurt on her face and near her eyes and to get better soon it would have been better for her to rest at home.
But it wasn’t on the Spanish’ plans, so Ona had to take her plane with Alexia, Mariona and the other player from the Barca to go to camp. Lucy specifically asked Alexia to have a close look at Ona, the younger girl being a little too reckless at her taste sometimes. Lucy’s request activated Alexia’s protectiveness and Ona couldn’t make a meter without having her captain near her, slapping her hand away from her face, asking her to hydrate herself or checking several times a day her wound.
It was pretty cute to be honest and Alexia doesn’t stop, even if Ona walked on her feet almost three times before she gets called by the medical team to have a closer look of her injury. Alexia was there too, listening to the discussion and even giving her opinion.
Ona wasn’t really happy to go back home, to be honest. She loves camp and Leila, who she liked very much and doesn’t see a lot, was called too. She was happy to be able to play with her again, but it would be for another time.
They gave her only two hours to get her things together before leaving and she even run into Jana at the airport, who were coming at her place. Ona was excited for her friend too; she knows how much Jana would be happy to be here.
While she was waiting for her plane, she finally calls her girlfriend, who is herself in England for the camp. Lucy doesn’t know for now that she was leaving.
“Hola Bonita” Lucy says happily, making Ona smile.
“Hello beautiful” Ona answers back.
She can hear noises in the background, and she wonders what Lucy is doing. She sometimes forgets that there is one hour less in England. It’s not a lot, but it’s sometimes very much too.
“I’m sorry, am I disturbing you?” the Spaniard says.
“We are at diner but it’s alright. Is everything’s fine?”
To be honest, Ona thought about making a little joke to Lucy about here face going suddenly not good as a revenge for asking Alexia to look after her. She then changed her mind, but she haven’t thought that Lucy would be the one asking if there is a problem.
“Yeah, I mean… You know, how you asked me to be careful with my wound?”
“Mhm?”
Lucy’s tone was perfectly neutral, but Ona knows better. She can draw with precision the face of her girlfriend right now. Lips pinched, eyebrows raised and waiting for the end of the sentence while knowing that she will not like what will follow.
“Well, they decided to send me home” she finally say, not wanting to play with her girlfriend nerves.
“Oh, thanks God” Lucy sighs.
Ona hears someone piping in the background and she frowns slightly, trying to hear who it was. Lucy answers to the girl but her voice is almost muted, like if she putted the phone against her chest or something.
“It’s Ona, she’s going home.” She hears from afar before that Lucy’s voice is clear again. “I’m so glad Onita, it’s really a great thing.”
“I don’t know, I’ll be all alone in Barcelona.”
“What do you mean? You will be with your parents, your brother, Mapi and Bruna, the dogs…”
“Well, they are not you.”
“I will be back before you know, I promise.”
Ona can hear Lucy’s smile in her voice and if she’s not able to hear what is said next to Lucy, she easily can catch the teasing tone with which we are talking to her girlfriend.
“Who is talking to you?” Ona asks when she hear Lucy answer a « fuck off ».
“Maya. She’s so annoying.”
There are protestations and Lucy is laughing, making Ona smile. She misses her girlfriend laugh so much and they are separated since only two days.
“Oooh I miss her! Say hello to her for me”
Ona knows Maya very well; she played with her at Manchester United for three seasons before coming back to Barcelona. They were both playing on the last line on the pitch, being a lot next to each other during the games.
“I miss you too Ona!”
The Spaniard chuckle when she hears her friend’s voice, probably stuck against Lucy. She then hears Lucy groan something and asking Ona to wait for several seconds before she’s talking again. Without any noises or voices behind her this time.
Even with Lucy reassurances, Ona hated her time at Barcelona without her. Sure she went to her brother’s house, she went for a lot of walk with their dogs, she ate lunch almost everyday at her parent’s house and she saw Mapi, Pina and Patri sometimes too. Not Bruna because she went to the camp after she left.
But the time is long without Lucy.
Even longer now that she knows how much her girlfriend is struggling with her knee. It’s not a surprise to be honest, their schedules are insane. Even if she hates being at home when her team is playing important games, she’s happy to have several days to rest correctly. This is something Lucy would have needed too.
And worse, Sarina made Lucy played the two games, every single minute. Saying that Ona is mad is very far from the truth. She’s fuming while looking at her girlfriend playing with her extra bandage on her knee.
Lucy complained about her knee several times on the phone during their calls and Ona knows how much Lucy is in pain to talk about it like that.
“Just ask to go home” Ona said during one of their FaceTime.
“I can’t, Ona. There isn’t anyone to replace me if I left. The team would be into deep shit.”
She knows Lucy is right, but having seen her girlfriend so upset after the first game and their lost crushed Ona’s heart. She almost jumped in a plane to England, but Lucy begs her not to do it. Ona wasn’t really happy about that, wanting to take care of her girlfriend if the England squad doesn’t seem to be able to do it.
Ona is jumping and stressing so much during the last game that her brother put several shots of tequila in her hands to try to relax her. It kind of worked, even if she’s a little bit tipsy when she FaceTime Lucy latter that night.
“Ona are you drunk?” Lucy asks after hearing her girlfriend giggling about everything during several minutes.
“Nooooo, not at all my Love, why?”
“You are” Lucy laughs. “What have you done; you burden?”
“Nothing” Ona giggles again. “It was Joan, he forced me.”
“He sure did” Lucy says, rolling her eyes, before asking with a softened voice “You are at home, right?”
“I am. At home and safe” Ona smiles too “I can’t wait for you to come home though. I really miss you.”
“Tomorrow you’ll have me in all for yourself again. It won’t be long now.”
“I can’t wait”
Ona rolls on her side to get under the cover of their bed. The dogs are sleeping on Lucy’s place in the bed, but Ona didn’t say it to Lucy. Dogs aren’t allowed in their bed usually.
“How is your knee?” Ona asks with a suddenly sleepy voice, the alcohol starting to kick in.
“The ice was very welcome, to be honest.”
She shows her knee wrapped in ice and Ona frowns. She hates seeing her girlfriend in pain and even more if she’s not with her to help her to get better.
“This is so bullshit, honestly.”
“I know” Lucy shrugs.
What can she say more? She knows her girlfriend’s opinion and she know too that if things were reversed, she would have the same. But she doesn’t want to pick a fight now, she would rather look at Ona falling asleep.
“Sleep well Bonita” Lucy whispers when she spots Ona’s heavy eyes.
The younger girl only answers with a vague groan before falling asleep for good. Lucy smiles and for the first time since they started talking, she doesn’t hang up. She cute the sound on her side not to wake her girl up, but she falls asleep a half-hour later looking at dead-asleep Ona.
Ona is more excited than ever. Lucy was only several minutes from her now, Ona can follow her on the app on her smartphone. Of course, her girlfriend told her when she left Paris and when she was in Barcelona’s airport, but being able to follow her like this help her to be patient. Or to be even more excited, maybe.
“Mommy is coming home Narla!” Ona sings, making the dog waltz in the living room.
Narla barks and Ona really think that the dog understands what she was saying. Laughing softly when she tries to lick her face, Ona put her softly on the ground, to hug a jealous Coco. She kisses her head several times but stops when she hears a car stopping at the bottom of their building. She just has to take a look by the balcony to see her girlfriend collecting her suitcases before going in the building.
Ona is almost running when she goes to the door and Lucy just has the time to open it before being struck by a brunette storm. Lucy laughs when Ona jumps on her arms, securely passing hers around her girlfriend’s waist.
She lets Ona hiding her face in her neck, allowing herself to do the same in her hair, breathing with pleasure the comfort that her smell offers her. She smiles when the younger one start to kiss her cheek and then every part of her face she’s able to reach.
“Hi” Ona says happily when she retracks her head to have a better look at Lucy.
“Hi” Lucy laughs in return.
She puts slowly Ona down, kissing her lovingly on her lips this time. She doesn’t remember who and when they close the door, but it doesn’t really matter. After the kiss, Lucy grabs very softly Ona’s chin between her fingers to tilted it a bit and have a good look at Ona’s injury. Rolling her eyes but still smiling, Ona lets her do, waiting patiently while Lucy is looking at it.
“It’s look better, sì?” Ona asks after several seconds.
“It does” Lucy approves softly.
She then takes Ona in her arms again to hug her, enjoying Ona’s heath against her. The Spaniard sighs of well-being and closes her eyes to enjoy the moment.
“I missed you so much” Lucy mumbles against Ona’s hair.
“I missed you too” Ona smiles, raising her eyes to look at her.
The sweet moment is interrupted by Narla, who seems to think that all of this is very cute but she waited enough for her humans to have their reunion and that it’s now her turn. The small dog nudge Lucy’s knee with her nose, making both girls laugh.
“You know I missed you too!”
Lucy manages to take Narla in one of her hands without letting Ona go. But it was before Coco came too, barking with what could be vexation.
“Oy and you too of course! I’ll never forget my boy. Sorry, Bonita” Lucy grins at Ona when she needs to let her go.
Too happy to have her girl back to even imitate a pout, Ona let Lucy with their dogs, taking her suitcases directly to the bathroom to start the laundry. She smiles hearing Lucy’s talking to the dogs, even if she can’t really understand all she was saying. They both are barking happily, and Ona doesn’t hear when Lucy asks “Alright, where’s Mama now?”.
She’s soon spotted though, Lucy’s hugging her from behind only ten seconds after that.
“Fuck the laundry, Babe. I need to catch all the hugs and kisses I missed” Lucy mumbles against Ona’s neck.
“Mh I don’t know if you deserved it, you choose the dogs after me just two minutes ago” Ona jokes before turning in her arms.
“You know very well that I’ll make it up to you”
Lucy has a smirk and a playful face, who make Ona smile wider. She knows that they will be separated again during the Olympics – if Ona is selected of course – but those separations aren’t easy anyway. Ona feels like it got even harder every time. She just too used to have Lucy next to her in her daily life.
Lucy drags her on the couch, and they put something on TV that none of them is really watching, too busy to hug, talk, look and kiss each other. Maybe not in that order.
“I’m hungry and I probably should go take a shower” Lucy yawns when the sky is almost dark.
“Go shower and I take care of the food” Ona decides before getting up from the couch.
She was already turning her mind upside down to know what to cook to Lucy, when the girl takes her by the arm and make her sit on her lap. She stoles a rather hard kiss to the younger one before letting her go.
“Now we can go” she smirks, getting up to even left the room before Ona.
Ona stays still in the kitchen for several minutes after deciding that it was better to command something for tonight. They are both tired and the fridge is empty, they really need to go grocery shopping tomorrow. When she’s alone, she’s usually feeding herself with fruits, avocado toast and Iberic ham, much to Lucy desperation.
Lucy finds Ona sitting on the table in the kitchen when she’s showered, smiling at her with her phone in her hand.
“What?” Lucy asks.
“Nothing. You’re here, walking with your two knees. I’m just happy.”
How can someone be so cute, adorable and dramatically hot at the same time? Lucy asks herself for the hundred times since she met Ona.
“Happiness looks good on you.”
With two steps, Lucy is in front of Ona, passing her arms around the smallest girl. She just can’t help herself, with time she even sometimes forgot that they are supposed to be private about their relationship in public. So, in private, she just can’t keep her hands away from Ona. The Spaniard being touchy, she never complained about it.
“You can congrats yourself, you are the reason of my happiness.”
“Look at you, who is the sweet talker now?”
Ona laughs, it was one joke during the first days of their relationship. Lucy liked to hit on Ona with the most random sentences ever. It wasn’t in attempt to flirt really, she just wanted to hear Ona’s laugh every single second. She had other things to flirt with Ona and make her fall for her. She never had to try hard to be honest.
“But I see no food cooking. Were you planning to give yourself to me for diner?”
“You wish” Ona laughs when Lucy wiggles her eyebrows. “I ordered to the Thai restaurant across the street. It will be here in like ten minutes.”
“Perfect.”
She made Ona squeak when she takes her suddenly in her arms to go to the couch again and dropping her on it before wrapping herself around Ona.
“We have time for more hugs until they come” she decides.
“We have” Ona confirms, smiling softly.
Looking at the ceiling, she starts to stroke Lucy’s back under her shirt. She can feel her muscles contract under her soft skin, and she just have to take a look at Lucy’s face to realize that she’s half-asleep. Lucy must feel her girlfriend’s gaze on her though, because she mumbles
“’m not asleep”
“Sure, Beautiful” Ona laughs slightly.
She smiles again when Coco jumps on the couch to install himself next to them and raise her head a little bit when she hears noises that she can’t really identify.
“Oh. Looks like Narla wants to show you her new rocks” Ona informs Lucy when she sees the dog starting to align to rocks in front of the couch.
If Coco groans before heading back to sleep, Lucy groans and sit down, rubbing her eyes. But she can’t be mad at her dog who have a strange thing for rocks when she looks at her with so much happiness, wiggle her tail with excitation. And she just has to look at Ona’s smile to feel her heart melt. She’s the happier girl in the world. She would never complain about anything.
#woso imagine#woso fanfics#ona batlle#ona batlle imagine#woso one shot#lucy and ona#ona batlle x lucy bronze#lucy bronze x ona batlle#lucy bronze imagine#lucy bronze
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Guh I forgot Tumblr existed
Would you all care for some old Jax drawings?
#tadc jax#jax#the amazing digital circus#tadc fanart#tadc#i’ll be honest i haven’t been drawing much#i’ll maybe post some doodles here or there though lol#ok goodbye again waves
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Good girl gone bad II Ingrid Engen x Mapi León x Reader
masterlist I word count: 1886
a/n: hi, it's based off this request here, enjoy.
warnings: minors dni, 18+, smut at the end, toxic behaviour from OC, jealousy, please don't take this too seriously !
“Ingrid, you played fantastic!”, Mapi waved enthusiastically her little flag, before she jumped into the open arm of hers and your Norwegian girlfriend.
“Oh, thanks.”, the tall woman’s face lit up at the Spanish defender’s compliment.
“Seriously, you filled out the defensive role so perfectly, I couldn’t have done a better job.”, the smaller player couldn’t stop gushing about her lover’s great performance.
“Just wait until you can play again.”, Ingrid muttered cheerfully.
“Not that long anymore.”, Mapi answered giddily.
“I’ll miss you and your little flag though.”, the younger footballer admitted.
“To be honest, I’ll miss that too.”, she agreed wistfully.
“ I know but there’s no better feeling than playing.”, Ingrid mumbled, her teammates still running around with the CL trophy in her hand, taking pictures in between the celebratory moves.
The defender who has followed her girlfriends gaze added grinning:”Playing and winning.”
“Exactly.”
From the sidelines you’ve followed their conversation, you were hurt about the fact that you weren’t a part of it as it usually was you three together and not as a pair like in this particular moment.
With every fibre of your being, you felt like the other woman who wasn’t in this relationship even though you were up until now. The loneliness crept under your skin; jealousy clung to your heart and wouldn’t let you go until Alexia started talking to you.
“Don’t let your head down, beautiful. After all we won.”, she reminded you, while pulling you into a encouraging hug.
“Um, what?”, you gave the midfielder a quizzing look, her words haven’t reached you as you’ve been too busy to listen to your girlfriends’ sweet nothings which didn’t include you in them.
“I can tell you’re disappointed.”, Alexia stated earnestly.
“I didn’t play much tonight, so it’s not really my win, Ale.”, you told her miserably. You hated that tone in your voice. Where was your confident self?
“We’re all in this situation at one point. Someone is always on the bench. But we always win as a team.”, the blonde tried to cheer you up.
“Right.”, you said even though you turned away when you saw your girlfriends were kissing ignoring everything around them as if they were in a movie in which they played the leading roles, while the rest of you were the supporting actresses to help the lovers get to their happy ending.
“Oh, hey, babe. We’re going to the party later. You’re coming too, right?”, Ingrid asked you later in the changing room, finally realizing you were still there after all.
“Yes, of course.“, you nodded.
Ingrids gaze went back to Mapi as she smiled: “Great, I’ll go shower.“
“Me too.“, you said, walking past both of your girlfriends into the showers that were adjacent to the dressing room.
You had hoped that the steaming hot water would clear your mind but the calmness that usually came with a warm shower never set in.
Instead, the pictures of what happened after the game kept repeating in your head. You were never the jealous type, you could not be jealous in a relationship like yours. But you also knew that you deserved better than to be ignored by your girlfriends, so you came up with a plan.
For the party, you decided to slip into a a pair of suit pants and a button-down vest with nothing underneath, drawing attention to your arms and chest with your outfit choice. You curled the ends of your hair and put on some make-up. You looked at yourself in the mirror, satisfied with your looks.
“Are you two ready to go?“, Mapi asked impatiently, looking effortlessly cool as usual.
Ingrid appeared next to her, wearing a tight dress and radiating ethereal beauty: “Yes, we’re ready, love.“
Mapi nodded towards the door: “Let’s go then, babe.“
You reluctantly followed them, already disappointed that none of them had commented on your outfit. You were not exactly pouting on your way to the party but you also refused to talk much.
Arriving at the location, your two girlfriends retreated to a table in the corner with their drinks. They were lost in each others eyes. You were sure they noticed nothing of what happened around them.
As you were nursing your drink at the bar, Alexia appeared on your side: “What are you thinking about?“
“Me?“ You looked at her in surprise.
“Yes.“
You first inclination was to tell her that you felt like your girlfriends did not need you in their lives but instead, you swallowed down the thought and forced yourself to smile: “They’re playing Rosalia. Want to dance, Ale?“
The captain looked at your for a second before giving in: “Only because you look so unhappy.“
“Dancing always helps with that…“, you promised.
“Come on then.“ Alexia reached out her hand and pulled you towards the dance floor.
You immediately fell into an easy rhythm with her. You deliberately pushed close to her during your dance and she let you.
On the other side of the room, Ingrid tapped Mapis arm frantically: “Mapi!“
“Yes?“, the defender could barely tear her eyes from her Norwegian girlfriend.
“Look!“
Only then did she look over in your direction, her eyebrows knitting together: “Y/n is dancing with Ale?“
“Looks like it…“, Ingrid whispered.
“That’s not her usual good girl behaviour.”, the Mapi observed through gritted teeth. Sawing you dance with one of her best friends in the way you did, so intimately and sexy was driving the older woman insane.
“No, it’s not.”, the Norwegian player nodded, she wasn’t able to take her eyes from you and your team’s captain.
“We’ll see and give her a little time to redeem herself otherwise if she keeps behaving naughty like that over the night we’ll take actions.”, the older woman thought out loud.
“Take actions`”, Ingrid looked startled at the smaller footballer.
“Y/n is needy and bratty in front of everyone, so we’ll punish her at home.”, she explained seriously.
“Punish her?”, shock was written all over the younger woman’s pretty face.
“Yes.”
Meanwhile, Ona tipped your shoulder making you turn around to her to look into her eyes, which glanced concerned back at you:” Can I take over?”
“Sure.”, you agreed enthusiastically to her offer, feeling the alcohol more than you wanted to admit. After a dance with you Alexia had returned to her girlfriend to engage into a passionate conversation which involved mostly kisses.
“You’re in a party mood. How many drinks did you have?”, the defender asked you, damn her, she really did notice everything.
“Uhm maybe two.”, you replied, your cheeks immediately turning red.
“Two?”, Ona raised an eyebrow at you. Her voice was full of scepticism.
“Don’t worry about it, Oni.”, you answered with a charming smile on your lips.
“I don’t.”, she quickly reassured you.
“Good.” But you realized your teammate’s her hands were still on your upper arms contradicting what she just said.
“Something’s up with you.”, Ona stated firmly.
“Let’s just dance, please.”, you shook your head heavily.
With a sigh the defender said:” Alright.”
“Thank you.”, you mumbled relieved, that the questioning was over for now. Sweet, innocent Ona was the last person you wanted to trouble with your worries.
“You’re welcome.”
The mix of alcohol and changing teammates made you forget that time was passing by. You were confused when you found the home you shared with your girlfriends was already dark without any lights on.
Nonetheless, you let them know that you arrived:” Hi, I’m home.” A familiar shadow was pressing on to your legs, being clearly happy about your return.
“And hello Bagheera.”, you added, as you stroke the cat softly who purred loudly to your touches.
“About time.”, Mapi announced sounding very displeased, you shrieked as she appeared from the darkness, her moves scarily similar to Bagheera. Elegant but lurking, why you didn’t understand. Maybe your behaviour had worked out?
“Mapi, Ingrid, here you’re. but why didn’t you turn the lights on?”, you questioned them irritated.
“We were about to go to bed.”, Ingrid responded calmly.
“Great, me too. I’ll just go to the bathroom quick.”, you sighed.
Mapi raised an eyebrow and said cooly: “You have two minutes.“
“What?“ Confused, you opened the bathroom door. Whatever that was supposed to mean, you were now determined to take your time.
“Go.“, Mapi ordered.
You rolled your eyes, disappearing into the bathroom. You only heard Ingrid say: “Good girl.“
You sat down on the toilet and took out your phone, scrolling through pictures of tonight. Only then, you slipped out of your nice suit and left the bathroom in only your underwear.
Ready to go to sleep, you were about to go into your shared bedroom but Mapi blocked your way.
She leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed in front of her chest: “What did you think you were doing all night?“
“Partying?“, you replied, playing dumb and trying to move past your girlfriend.
“Dancing with Alexia and Ona? You might as well have given them a lap dance.“, Mapi scolded you.
Ingrid appeared next to her, eyeing you closely before turning to the Spanish defender and mumbling seductively: “Our good girl’s gone bad tonight…“
You shot Ingrid a deadly glance: “You think you’re funny? You ignored me all night. I was just having fun.“
“We saw everything.“, Mapi said, her jaw set.
“I’m sure you did, the way you stared at each other all night.“, you rolled your eyes.
“Y/n.“, Ingrid said softly, while Mapi shook her head: “Don’t distract.“
“I don’t!“, you exploded.
Mapi continued: “You were trying to make us jealous all night.“
Ingrid nodded: “Exactly.“
Before you could protest, Mapis hands were on your body and pulled you towards the bed: “Now come here.“
You could feel your back hit the mattress. Your girlfriends climbed onto the bed as well, one on either side of you.
You had no idea what happened but suddenly, Ingrids mouth was on your neck and sucked on the sensitive skin. She slipped a slender hand over your mouth right as you wanted to start to complain. Mapis hands in the meantime rested on your hips.
You were too focused on Ingrids kisses to realize that your Spanish girlfriend had started to pull your panties down with her teeth. Only when she dipped her tongue in, you started to moan into Ingrids hand. She already knew how she had to move her tongue just right.
While Mapi was busy stimulating you, Ingrids mouth wandered across your upper body. Kissing and licking her way towards your breasts. She circled your nipples with her tongue before starting to suck on them. You squirmed under her touch.
Mapi had switched from licking to using her fingers and you could not contain yourself any longer.
Impatiently, you removed Ingrids hand from your mouth. “Stop!“, you whined.
You could see Mapis lips turn into a smirk: “Say please.“
“Please stop.“, you begged impatiently.
And then you finally climaxed, a firework bursting in every part of your body. You moaned.
Mapi rested her head on your stomach as she watched you breath heavily.
Ingrid pressed a kiss to your forehead: “Good girl.“
You knew that this was supposed to be a punishment but right here on the bed, you finally felt seen by your girlfriends again.
#ingrid engen#ingrid engen x reader#ingrid engen imagine#mapi leon#mapi leon x reader#mapi leon imagine#ingrid engen x mapi leon x reader#woso x reader#woso#woso fanfics#woso imagine#woso one shot#woso community#woso oneshot#barca femeni#barcelona femeni#alexia putellas#ona batlle#woso smut
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We Become We
Synopsis: you’re arranged to marry the one and only yashiro commissioner, Kamisato Ayato
Content: Ayato x fem!reader, arranged marriage, one-sided love (Ayato) not proofread
Note: titled and inspired by the song ‘We Become We’ from Journey to Bethlehem (this is a little bit messy bc i tried making it shorter than my usual stuff😭)
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“Do you like dogs?” Ayato guided you away from a puddle of rain. He has been asking you questions since you began your walk in the garden.
Still down in the dumps, you asnwered dryly, uninterested. “I’m fond of them.”
Your father had arranged a wedding for you and Lord Kamisato sooner than you had thought. You weren’t able to let everything sink in when he announced the date, there was still a little bit of aftershock left until now.
Lord Kamisato was ever such a gentleman—as he should. Flattery and friendly statements have accompanied you since he arrived at your clan’s estate. Nonetheless, you felt nothing for him. His chivalry was all for show. You knew this was just an arrangement, a sacrifice to make for your clan—for your father.
You were sure he felt the same, and that you would live in your separate houses as you tended to your duties, unbothered and concentrated. But the way he spoke to you made you think otherwise.
“Is that so? Then maybe I could show you my friend’s dog? His name is Taroumaru—the dog, not my friend.” Normally, Ayato wouldn’t speak so freely and childish around a person, but he felt safe enough in your presence to loosen his tongue. You nodded dryly, again.
He began to tire of your meekly responses. He sighed, “I’m sorry. You’re clearly upset about this whole… situation.”
After what felt like an eternity of silence, you looked at him for the very first time. Now he could properly see your monotonous eyes. “What gave it away?” You finally spoke in a more sincere tone.
“Well,” Ayato hesitated. “I won’t go into detail, but I’m no novice at taking hints.” You shyly laugh at this—a step in the right direction, he thought.
“I suppose I have to be careful next time.” Your gaze glued to the ground once more. “I wouldn’t want to offend you, Commissioner.”
“You don’t have to hide a thing, Y/N.” He leaned down slightly for you to see him. “It’s gonna take more than a secret to offend me. Oh, and you can call me Ayato; we are getting married, after all.”
You looked at him strangely, “I don’t understand how you’re so calm right now. Aren’t you disappointed that you’ve got your freedom taken away now that you’re engaged?”
“I’ll be honest here, I haven’t had that much freedom even before getting engaged!” He laughs, “If anything, choosing you as my wife is the only freedom I’ll ever have.”
“Only freedom?”
“When you become a leader, especially at a young age, you make it a habit to decide for the development of your clan. Your duties, fortunes, you should always think if it would benefit your people. There’s hardly any time to think for yourself.”
All of the sudden you felt pity for the man, with empathy lingering over. “Then you became the commissioner,” you draw out, to which he sighed. It seems like he’s unbothered by it now, like he’s gotten used to this overwhelming lifestyle. “Do you ever wonder about retirement?”
“As long as there’s no heir, I believe retirement isn’t an option for me.”
Ah, another reason for your engagement—producing an heir. Archons, you pray your children will have a much better life than you and your groom-to-be. “What about Miss Ayaka?”
You see a small grin on Ayato’s lips. “She’ll want to explore the world, meet new friends and what not. Best not to trouble her.” You both sit on a small bench with an overlooking view of the sunset, purple and red-colored leaves matching the tall sky.
“You really care for her, don’t you?”
“Of course, she is my sister, after all.” Ayato found you leering your head near his shoulder. A warm feeling buzzes in his chest as he nudged closer to you. Oh, he’s been talking all this time! You haven’t said a word about yourself since you met him, he realizes. To correct his mistake, he asks, “What about you? How are you feeling?”
“Well,” you uttered, unsure where to start. You lean against him. “I find it charming that you care for your sister so much.”
“I meant with the marriage.” His voice wasn’t judgmental, but more like a friend lending comfort and safety. It lures you to open up to him.
“This was all just an arrangement,” you confess. Ayato couldn’t help but feel disappointed, yet he doesn’t speak a word of it. Maybe there will be a small rainbow after a drizzle of rain. “That was how I felt at first. But now I’m slowly growing more fond of you, my lord.
If you think of me as easily-caught, then I claim to be fond of you as a friend. At least, for now.”
“For now,” he repeats. “I’ll take that as a good sign. In truth, I fear I’m falling for you sooner than I thought.”
His confession makes you rise from your comfortable place, shock and sudden nervousness pulsing through your veins. “Pardon?”
Ever such a lady, he thought, even when shocked you still hold face. When he looked at you, he saw how you got antsy. Fearing for your comfort, he said, “I’m only joking, miss Y/N! I feel the same as you; a friend.”
You let out a breath, slightly relieved. You were flattered, but love at first sight just felt ridiculous to you—that was just physical attraction. True love takes time and understanding. With Ayato saying he was falling for you, you feared it was only for your looks and not for your soul. Though, you weren’t entirely opposed to the idea of loving him.
“I do admire your elegance, though,” he added.
“Thank you.”
Ayato couldn’t be happier that he was about to be your husband and you, his wife.
It was the way his name seemed to echo in songs from the loveliness that is your voice. It was the way you nodded when people passed by despite not knowing them. It was this sense of perfection he saw in you, and it only took him a smile to tell.
But the question in his head paralyzed him, anxious and, he wouldn’t lie, a little embarrassed. His feelings would be null and void if you didn’t—or wouldn’t—feel the same. “Will this always be just an arrangement to you?”
The stars peeked through the violet sky like fireflies by the time you walked back. The smell of the nearby sea and the woodlands blew with the air. You looked straight, watching your step in case you trip, while Ayato had looked at you like you were… everything. “I don’t really know you that well, Ayato. It can be difficult to tell.”
“But do you think, with time, this blossom of ours will grow into a beautiful flower?”
You appreciate his metaphor. “Maybe, someday.”
Someday.
—the end.—
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The Dog House Isn’t The Best, But It Can Still Be Our Home
Final installment to 'Pavlov's Dog'
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Part 3
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I told you guys I'd post it at some point 🥴 I'm honestly so sorry this took so long to post, but last year got really dark for me and everything just kind of took a backseat. Thank you so much for your patience, and thank you to all of you who checked up on me. It means more than I'll ever be able to express. Thank you @fuckingbye for being an amazing friend, and for also making this amazing moodboard. You are a saint and I love to the ends of the earth. Without further ado, here's the final chapter!
Word Count: 71,942 (yes, you read that correctly)
Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY), Public Sex, Semi Public Sex, Drinking, Smoking, Swearing, Daddy Kink, Angst, Heartbreak, Mild Violence, FLUFF, Lying, Betrayal...I think that's it?
Song(s) That Inspired This Chapter: Will You Take Me Back In The Morning If I Promise To Never Act This Way Again?
I do not give consent/permission for my works/stories to be posted elsewhere. I do not condone this type of behavior, this is for entertainment purposes only.
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“You can’t keep going on like this, babe,” Daisy sighs sympathetically as she takes a seat next to the bathtub.
“It doesn’t matter,” you shrug as you take a drag of your cigarette, “none of it fucking matters.”
“Babe, it’s been two weeks. You do the same thing every day. You get up, eat the smallest bit of food, you sit out on your back deck and smoke until you decide to start drinking, then you draw yourself a bath and drink and smoke in it until you decide it’s too cold, or I come and get you. You can’t keep doing this.”
“I don’t even have a reason to be mad at him, do I?” you scoff incredulously before taking a drag from your cigarette, “it’s not like he lied. He didn’t even know, so I have no reason to be this upset, do I?”
“He was a complete and total asshole,” she states firmly, “and you have every reason to be upset with his actions. Yeah, it was a shit show, but he definitely could’ve handled it better.”
��The shit he said right in front of that child, even if it isn’t his, were so fucking cruel! No child deserves to be spoken to like that, and he of all people should know that!”
“Babe-”
“After everything we talked about on that trip...it’s like it didn’t even matter to him. He didn’t even care.”
“I’m sure he was just shocked-”
“That’s not an excuse, Dais.”
“I never said it was, but c’mon: it’s Ransom. You really think he was thinking clearly? Linda and Marta were there and I’m more than sure he was afraid of losing you, then Marta drops a fucking bomb on him, and it sounds like she did it on purpose, if I’m honest. Just to fuck him over.”
“Daisy, I just-”
“BABY, PLEASE ANSWER THE DOOR AND TALK TO ME!” Ransom calls desperately as he bangs on your front door.
Like clockwork.
“Why can’t he understand that I need time? I don’t owe him shit,” you start to sniffle as your tears fall, and you grab the bottle of tequila that lives by the bathtub now, and take a long drink from it.
“I’ll get rid of him, just please...please get up and do something,” Daisy begs desperately.
“Ya know, you’re wrong,” you say as she reaches the doorway, finally looking at her, “I put on makeup today,” you smile weakly.
She lets out a humorless laugh before disappearing and you hear her footsteps quickly making their way downstairs.
Since everything that took place on his doorstep, you haven’t spoken to or seen him. You don’t know what to say or how to handle the situation. He’s been calling and texting non-stop since it all happened, and every two days he comes by to visit, and Daisy tells him to leave you alone every time.
But you can’t keep avoiding him.
No, you don’t know what the right thing to do is, but you know that avoiding him is the wrong thing, and you can’t keep letting Daisy handle these issues for you. You have to at least speak to him, but say what? Do what? It’s not like you have any real right to be mad at him. It’s not like he cheated on Marta with you, he didn’t cheat on you with her, he clearly didn’t know he had a child so he didn’t keep it from you, and he did defend you to Linda. However, that doesn’t change the things he said to that child.
Possibly his child.
“He’s not my son and this isn’t fucking funny!”
“We can take a test if you want, but he is your son!”
“Well, I don’t want him! You wait...however many years to tell me about him, and you sure as shit don’t need any money, so why now?!”
“He deserves to know who his Father is, Ransom! He’s a Drysdale and-”
“Watch it,” Ransom warns with a foreboding tone.”
God, how could he be so cruel to a child, after all of the talks you two have had? He’s always cruel though, isn’t he? To you, to Marta, his own son (the resemblance is too strong for that boy to not to be his child), and fuck it, even Jack. He can’t ever seem to control his temper and, if he can’t do that, what chance do you two have together?
Still, he owns your heart and you don’t know how to get it back at this point. You don’t know and you don’t wanna know.
“Ransom, you have to stop coming around!” you hear Daisy yell, and you sigh before taking another drink from the bottle.
“You can’t stop me from me seeing her, Daisy! She’s my girlfriend!”
“Bullshit! You two never made it official-”
“Daisy, stay out of it! Let me see her!”
“No! She’s not ready to see you and you can’t force-”
“I’m not forcing anything-”
“What do you think this is?! Showing up because she won’t answer your calls or texts, and demanding to see her?! Leave her alone!”
“You can’t stop me-”
“Let him in!” you call, lighting a cigarette as you use your tip toes to turn the water back on, and heat up your water just a bit.
Who the hell knows how this is gonna go?
You hear the both of them speedily stomping up the steps, but Daisy get there first and says, “are you sure? You don’t have to-”
“I can’t keep letting you fight my battles,” you smile weakly at her as you turn the water off.
“Babe-”
“I have to deal with this at some point. I can do this,” you all but mumble not believing yourself as you take a drag of your cigarette.
“I’ll be in the room over,” she sighs softly before turning, “fuck you Drysdale!”
“Fuck you!”
You hear her slap him and shake your head. Nothing can ever be simple, can it?
“Sweet Thing, please-” he starts as soon as he makes his way into your bathroom.
“Ransom...don’t,” you quickly interrupt. “This isn’t just some small disagreement.”
“I didn’t even know I had a child!”
“I could’ve dealt with that, Ransom! It would’ve taken some time, but I honestly could’ve dealt with that! It’s the way you spoke about him in front of him!”
“I don’t want him!”
“You didn’t have to say it in front of him! Jesus, it’s not his fault that you’re a selfish bastard! He didn’t ask to be born, and Marta-”
“She did this out of spite! Not because she wants me to be apart the child’s-”
“Be that as it may, he didn’t do anything! Basically telling her that she has no right calling him a Drysdale, when he is in fact a Drysdale! Ransom, I know you’re rough around the edges, but for fucks sake! All the talks we’ve had about our own fucked up childhoods and you do this?! You just...I don't fucking get it with you, Ransom!”
“What is there to get?! We fucking talked about this, Y/N! I’m not-”
“That’s no excuse for this! You took it too far and I...Ransom, I can’t-”
“Don’t you fucking say it,” he warns as his eyes start welling up with tears. “Don’t you fucking say that to me!”
“Ransom...I love you, but I can’t be the only good thing in your life. The only person you like,” you sob, sitting up and ashing your cigarette in the ash tray resting on the little table near by.
“WHY NOT?!”
“It’s too much fucking pressure! It’s too much pressure, and I can’t keep watching you be terrible to people because you had a rough childhood! You having a rough go of it doesn’t mean you get to walk all over people for the rest of your life!”
“Listen, give it a few days and you’ll see-”
“No, Ransom. This is done. I can’t do this with you anymore. You have to grow up at some point, and I refuse to mother you.”
“Y/N...you’ll see...you don’t mean it. You always say you’re done and you come back-”
“I can’t anymore. All of this just hurts too much. You keep finding new ways to hurt me, even when you don’t mean to, and I just...you’re cruel, Ransom. You’re cruel, you’re a bully, and you will hurt anyone by doing anything. I know there’s good in you, because you’ve let me see it time and time again, but you refuse to let others in, even in the slightest and I just...please don’t call me anymore,” you sob pathetically. “Don’t call, don’t text, don’t come by...we’re done.”
“You don’t mean this-”
“Don’t make it harder than it has to be, please. Just let me go,” you beg softly as you wipe your eyes.
“You’ll see. In a week or so, you’ll see and I’ll be waiting. I’ll wait and everything will be as it should, again,” he smiles weakly, wiping his own eyes.
“Ransom-”
“I’ll call you in a few weeks, okay, Sweet Thing,” he promises, making his way over to the bathtub. “I love you and I’ll talk to you.”
He cups your face and kisses you passionately and you’re so tempted to pull him into the tub with you, but you know you’ve got to stop. You left one toxic relationship just to jump into a different type of toxic relationship.
“Ransom,” you breathe once you two break apart, “please-”
“I’ll talk to you in a few weeks,” he promises with a sniffle before standing up and walking out.
“Ransom-”
“I’ll see you in a few weeks,” he repeats, his voice cracking as he continues on his way out.
Daisy is back inside and by your side instantly, climbing into the tub and holding you close as you cry uncontrollably, as you try to come to terms with the choice you’ve just made. Yeah, he’s right in saying that you always come back, but that’s not the case this time.
You need to stay away from him for good.
The fact that he has it in his head that all of this will be sorted out in a few weeks, lets you know that this is only the calm before the storm. As both you and Daisy lean back into the tub, and she holds you close while you cry into her shoulder, there’s only one question going through your head:
How the hell are you supposed to quit the love of your life?
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4 Years Later...
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Gonna make a big post to try to answer this.
My characters are inspired by lots of thing things (and lots of artists), Machete wasn’t an inspiration in particular to be honest, it’s a fully fleshed character with a specific white-black-red aesthetic, catholic imagery, blood, violence, hate, guilt and by the latest posts, love too. Mercy barely has a name for now, I haven’t been able yet to make a story, place him in a specific historical context or do as much as design his clothes.
Regarding physical similarities I actually took most of the poses and general vibes for Mercy from paintings depicting naked women (mainly form renaissance) as i liked how soft and peaceful they looked;
(Machete lives on that time period if I’m not wrong so there’s also that. Mercy doesn’t have a spot in any timeline yet, but I’ve depicted him in modern clothes once and I think I’ll eventually place him in a modern setting)
Another inspiration was actually the artist Babezord, specifically for Mercy’s color palette and face pattern as seen in the image below. Many characters count with this mask like pattern and I’ve always loved it;
(funnily enough on this character it is an actual mask)
The similarities on style are due a few factors: I learned to draw dogs mostly from Canisalbus, I’ve been following their work since I was around 13 or 14 I believe? Maybe earlier, and I learned a lot of things from them for the most part. On top of that I also love sighthounds and mostly draw that type of dogs as I’ve been having them as pets since childhood and always found them very pretty. I currently have two greyhounds.
Another artist I’ve leaned from are Lilaira, putrid.hound, canisinfernalis and mischievousdog, amongst others so shoutout to them too.
I believe that Canisalbus characters are more stylized and fancy looking, they’re more lean and lanky for the most part, their hands are small and delicate, characters are very expressive and culturally rich, the clothing and pieces of background are beautifully detailed, their pieces usually tell a story, Mercy in the other hand was recently picked up from a mental trashcan I had him on as he’s my oldest and probably less used oc (he used to be a she but I decided to keep the name, that’s as much as he has for now, besides two scraped background stories). I designed them when I was a teen for lots of vent art and didn’t like how he looked (plus the negativeness I attached him to) so he’s been pretty much abandoned until September of 2023 when I redesigned them. Also gotta add that, while he isn’t a self insert he’s been used for the most part to reflect things about me and how I feel at the moment.
I believe my art is similar in many aspects to the one of Canisalbus, but not remotely close to being as amazing as theirs, I wouldn’t say were identical but I do take inspiration on them, amongst other artists.
#I actually drew a few of their ocs for my two participations on ArtFight#and sent a piece of one of their ocs to them a while ago but I deleted that post#it is flattering to be compared to them but also I’d hate if my art was too similar. I know they’re ok with inspiration based stuff#but I believe I have my own style as well. plus it would feel awful if all this learning ended up looking like plagiarism#ask
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Are we gonna get a part four for love potion pretty please I‘m eating drywall right now
Of course!!
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Soap went into the woods that night with Ghost to search for the beast. Well, that’s why Ghost invited him. He was collecting some of the ingredients for Roach. And then he did it the next night. And the next. Eventually, it had been two full cycles of the moon.
Ghost had become slightly more lax around him. Not much, but if his armor exposed some of his skin or he just didn’t know what to say, he let Soap know. He joked with Soap. Soap was pretty sure he smiled at him. He swore he heard it in his voice.
Right now, Ghost casually took off his mask. This far away from his beloveds, his eyes were normal. His hair had been cut a bit shorter since they had last talked. Soap wanted to draw him. Or kiss his freckles. Or both. “Hungry?”
If he had less of a filter, he would’ve said yes, for him. The time together did not do him any favors. Instead of finding flaws with him, something to convince him that his crush is stupid. All it did was make him want him more and more. Sometimes all he wanted was to press his face against Ghost’s neck.
If he was honest, with all of his spare time being used for Roach as well, he had a similar feeling. He wanted to press against him, kiss him breathless.
It was a good thing neither wanted him as it would impossible to ever choose.
Soap nodded. “I could eat.” He pulled his bag out and sat down to lean against a tree. He expected Ghost to pick a different tree to sit at but instead, he sat right next to Soap, thighs almost pressed together. “We do this for how long, sir? Won’t Lord Roba miss you?”
“He’s found his time with me.” Ghost sighed. “Always does.” He stole a piece of the goat cheese Soap had and popped it in his mouth.
Soap watched him, fascinated with how his teeth chewed through things. He took a piece of the fruit Ghost had and ate it quietly.
Memories faded. That was part of the passage of time. But that night had been sealed into his brain. Ghost in the throes of pleasure, head tilted back, mouth open. Soap knew he could do better than them. With no spell, he was sure he could do better by Ghost.
Maybe it was a bit of a wicked thought.. Especially with what he knew Ghost went through. But God that did not help his feelings for him. He wanted to kiss him desperately. To touch him. Run his fingers through his hair. Press against him.
“Finds time?”
“In the morning. Today he decided to get my time before I left.”
Soap glanced at him, biting his jealous back. Now that he pointed it out, Soap could see the bites right at the edge of his collar. “Hmm. And when do you sleep?”
Ghost laughed. “I don’t sleep.”
“Elf thing?”
“Ghost thing. Never slept well. Especially not now a days.” Ghost closed his eyes.
“Did they do something that hurts?”
Ghost paused and glanced at him. “Why do you care?”
“I want to know if you’re hurt.” Soap answered honestly.
He seemed to accept that answer as he nodded and looked away again. “Some cuts on my thighs. I can move just fine. My fault?”
“How was it your fault?”
Ghost finished his food and sighed. He glanced at him. “Haven’t found the thing yet. They’re punishing me until I find it.”
Soap nodded. “We’ll find it.” Or he’d die trying. He hated the idea of Ghost being punished for the crime of not being able to track a creature that might not even exist.
Ghost sighed. “I hope we don’t. I can take it. It’s just a creature following it’s nature. Doesn’t deserve to die for that. I’m used to being hurt.”
“You joked about eating it.”
“I’ll make the most of it if we do. I won’t hesitate to kill it. But… I don’t want to. I stopped wanting to hurt anyone a long time ago.” Ghost smiled and closed his eyes.
Soap swallowed and chose to sit in silence with that. He looked at him, wanting to kiss him.
Simon looked at him. Soap could feel the difference. Something changed from one second to another. “Johnny.”
“Simon, do you think if we were miles away, things would be different?”
“What do you mean?”
“If we were somewhere else, miles removed from everything, what would you do?”
Ghost thought about it for a minute. “I’d go home to Roba and Pilar as soon as I could.”
Soap felt his heart break. “Ah. I see. Let’s keep going.”
Ghost nodded and got up, pulling his mask back on.
The two of them ventured further out and Soap looked for the last two ingredients on his list. Something from Ghost and foxgloves. They had something to do with deception and the breaking of it.
Soap had no clue how he was going to get something from Ghost. He did tell Ghost he was looking for foxglove. When asked why he’d need foxglove, he fumbled before just awkwardly explaining they were his favorite.
Ghost had stared at him for a minute before they continued through the night. As the moon started to set, Soap realized it was another night without the plant he needed and another day where Ghost would be punished for not finding this fucking thing.
Soap sighed as they circled the entire town. “Guess we’ll have to call it a night, Simon.” He turned around and paused.
Ghost had a bundle of foxglove out. “Here. I passed some earlier.”
Soap swallowed and took it slowly. “Thank you.”
Ghost nodded and left him alone there. Soap looked at the flowers in his hand and swallowed thickly. His hand came up slowly to touch the buds.
It took him a long time to walk away from that spot as his head spun. But eventually he did. He went straight to Roach.
Roach who beamed when he saw him. Roach who always let him stay longer than he needed to.
Roach who took the foxglove and noticed an important detail.
Ghost had used his handkerchief to hold the stems together.
“Everything I need.”
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Open Books
Nesta x Reader modern AU
A/N: just a little drabble about meeting Nesta in modern London, where you own a bookshop, on rainy day
warnings: none
A sigh left your lips, frustrated air leaving your lungs as you looked out the window - or tried to - at the rainy London streets. Heavy droplets of water pounded against the windows of your cozy bookstore, nearly drowning out the peaceful music from the record player in the corner.
Sliding a stack of books from the counter, you scooped them in your arms, humming quietly as you maneuvered through stacks of books, towards the back of the store. Searching the shelves, you carefully set up the display of romance books, laughing softly at the cheesy title when you heard the shop door’s bell ring.
Muffled curses sounded from the entry as you moved swiftly to greet whatever customer had braved the storm to come inside. Your breath caught in your throat seeing the striking woman at the door, her golden brown hair in braids as she shivered from the cold and gloomy weather.
Stormy blue eyes that matched the squall outside locked with yours, a slight smirk crossing her lips as she closed her umbrella, rising to her full height to reveal a tall, toned figure.
“Welcome in,” you greeted. “Is there anything I can help you with?”
A wry chuckle left her full lips, drawing you to stare at the smile that spread there as the woman spoke. “Sorry, I just popped in because of the rain. I teach self-defense down the road, but couldn’t even make it to the tube station with it beating down out there.”
She scanned the room, seemingly pleased with the dark, wooden walls and warm lighting as she looked at you once more. A light blush crossed her features, adding a youthful appearance as she flashed a small smile. “I wouldn’t mind taking a peek at the romance section while I’m here, though.”
You bit your lip to hold in the slight laugh that threatened to escape, a warmth flushing over your own cheeks as you motioned her towards the back where you’d been arranging the romance novels.
“We have this new Sellyn Drake, if that’s what you are interested in,” you murmured, voice fading on the last part as you knew how smutty those books could get. To your surprise, she nodded, braids loosening as she eagerly reached for the book on display, flipping it over as she scanned the back cover.
“I love this author,” she murmured, gaze focused on the writing as she grinned impishly. Those startling blue eyes flashed to yours as the smile spread. “Do you like her books?” she questioned, the breath stilling in your lungs at the sight of her. Her smirk turned knowing, feline amusement dancing across her sharp features as the woman watched you.
Clearing your throat, you felt the flush deepen across your cheeks, eyes flitting between her and the display. “I haven’t read much by her, to be honest,” you admitted, but the growing ache in your core as the beautiful stranger stared at you told you that you should.
She hummed, tapping a finger thoughtfully against full lips as her long lashes flicked down, and then up to you. “Well, I will take this book,” she whispered, voice hardly above the music and patter of rain as she held the book for you to take.
You held back a gasp as her fingers brushed yours, heart pounding as you silently took the book and led her towards the register. You looked towards the windows - seeing the storm clear into a light drizzle - finding yourself sad to see her go.
“This one is on me,” you nodded, urging the woman to put her card back into her wallet. She grinned gratefully at you, her own smile faltering slightly as she noticed the clear skies.
“Thank you,” she muttered, looking at your name tag before adding your name - your toes curling at how it sounded from her lips. She dug into her bag, pulling out a card that she handed to you.
“I’ll make you a deal. You read the Sellyn Drake novel, and I’ll give you a free private class.” Your breath caught as her silvery gaze tracked you up and down.
You held the card tight in your hand, as though it might disappear should you let go. “Thank you,” you glanced down at the paper, “Nesta.”
With that, Nesta gave you a wink, striding out the door into the rain, leaving you desperate to see her again.
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Carpe Noctem 22
Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, gaslighting, manipulation, violence, blood, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (short!reader)
Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.
Part of The Club AU
There’s a hiss of steam and a clank. Peter pulls away from the machine and stifles a yelp to a grunt. Instinctively, you go to him as he grips his hand and examines the patch reddening on his skin. Those type of burns are never nice.
“Run it under cold water,” you nudge his elbow softly and turn to crank on the tap, “ouch. You okay?”
“Yeah, fine,” he swallows tightly, “wasn’t paying attention.”
“Hold it under,” you guide his hand under the flow and he nods, glancing over his shoulder towards the seating area.
It’s not very busy, not for staying in. Most people take their coffee and go. There’s one woman who’s been there for at least an hour. She only ordered a tea before nestling into the corner and hunching over a book. At one point, you even thought she’d fallen asleep.
You tell Peter to wait and go to fetch the first aid kit mounted on the wall. You flip it open to find a disappointing array. Yellowed gauze and dried out alcohol swabs. This isn’t good and it can’t be up to code.
“Don’t move, okay?” You tell Peter and take the box with you down the hall.
Cole’s door is open as you find him furrowing his brow at the laptop screen. He looks up as you shake the tin chest as him. He sits back and greets you with his usual smile.
“What’s up?”
You cross the room and put the box down. You pop the lid again and show him the pathetic collection. His face pales and his expression draws tight. He slaps his forehead.
“Oh, shoot,” he turns his hand out helplessly, “I knew I missed some things–”
“It’s fine but we should consider bulking this up ASAP. It’s a code violation.”
“Wait, is someone hurt?” Cole frowns.
“Peter burned himself but I think he’s okay,” you explain, “he’ll just need to wrap it up.”
“Well, it’s a good thing he has you taking care of him. We’re all very lucky to have you,” Cole lets the tension drain from him, “what would we do without you?”
You chuckle. He asks that a lot. His gratitude can be a bit overwhelming. You don’t really know about running a business, least of all a cafe, but he puts a lot of faith in you. More than he should.
“You’d be okay,” you assure him.
You still haven’t let on that you’re not exactly planning on staying forever. Once you submit an appeal to the daycare, everything will go back to normal. Most things.
“Thank you for taking care of Peter,” he says, “I’ll go right now and get some supplies,” he shuts the laptop and stands, “anything else we need?”
“No, I think we’re okay.”
“Oh, as well,” he snaps his fingers and points a fingergun to the ceiling, “earlier, you mentioned new recipes. Something seasonal. I think that’s a great idea but to be honest, I’m not much of a baker. More a taster, you know? We inherited the menu, we just go by the book.”
You nod as you close the kit up and leave it on the desk, backing away as Cole steps around the desk.
“Do you bake? Maybe you have some suggestions?”
“Me? Oh, I mean, yeah I’ve baked now and again but… I don’t know.”
“I can’t really afford a consultant right now so if you get any ideas,” he shrugs, “you seem like you're full of good ones.”
“Yeah, uh, we’ll see,” you say evasively.
“I’m sorry, not to put more stress on you. I know you have a life outside here. Not my fault I don’t,” he laughs at himself. You barely shift out of his way as he passes, brushing close as he grabs his fleece-lined flannel from the coat rack, “I assume you do, you don’t share much, do you?”
“Just life,” you sniff, “not much going on.”
He pulls his jacket on as he faces you again. He looks at you, almost as if he’s sizing you up, trying to see through you. It’s not lying if you just don’t tell him anything. No one needs to know about the mess that is your personal life.
“Well, I’ll ask ma. Maybe she has some ideas for new sweets,” he feels around in his pockets, his face twisting with confusion.
You peer around and see his wallet on his desk. You snatch it up and bring it to him. His eyes sparkle as he takes it from you.
“Ah, there you go again,” he grins, “thanks. Really, I’d be so lost without you.”
“You’re just fine,” you assure him, “I’ll go check on Peter.”
“Don’t forget to fill out a report. Technically, it’s a workplace injury.”
“Right,” you agree as you skirt out the door just ahead of him, “thanks, Cole.”
“No, thank you,” he claps your shoulder, a gesture that surprises you, as much for his strength as it’s suddenness. You flinch and shrug him off, “you’re holding this whole place together.”
You look back and give a tight-lipped smile. He beams at you and you don’t know what to do or say. You give a tiny wave back then turn down the hallway, rushing back towards the noise of running water. Peter grimaces as his hand trembles under the faucet.
“It’s my fault,” he shakes his head, “I got distracted.”
“It’ll be okay,” you assure him, “a lesson learned, right?”
“Excuse me,” the tiny voice startles you both.
You look over at the woman, the singular customer that afternoon. Her shoulders remain slouched as if to make up for her towering height, and her eyes are downcast even as she speaks to you. She puts her porcelain cup on the counter.
“This one’s chipped,” she slides it over and quickly retracts her hand.
“Oh, no,” Peter splashes you as he spins around, forgetting the pulsing burn in his hand, “did you cut yourself? Do you want a new one?”
She shakes her head vehemently, gripping the slender strap of her crocheted handbag. She stares at the floor. She can probably see the stains on the grout.
“It’s no problem, I’ll make sure you get a good cup–”
“I… gotta go,” she murmurs and briskly crosses to the door.
Peter sputters as disappointment paints his features. He pulls the cup close and runs his thumb over the chip in the brim. You near as you watch him. He likes her, you realise.
“Does she come in often?” You ask.
“What? I don’t know,” he shrugs and backs away from the counter. He takes the cup with him and drops it in the bin.
“Oh, you have no idea? You were just distracted by the wall, huh?”
“Please,” he hides his face from you. It’s too late, you saw the bloom of rosiness in his cheeks. “I don’t know her…”
“But you want to,” you tease.
He turns on you and hushes you, waving his hand wildly, “shhh, please, it’s stupid, okay… she’s… she’s pretty. That’s all.”
“Don’t worry, Pete, your secret’s safe with me.”
He chews his lip, “promise you won’t tell Ned.”
You pretend to turn a key in front of your lips and smile. It’s cute seeing him so bashful. It reminds you of when you were so in love. When you still believed that was a thing.
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Falling, Fallen .3
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The moment Kyle was back by your side he felt lighter and there was no denying you felt the same. There was an indisputable vibe between the two of you, but you decided not to dwell on it and go with whatever happened. “Hey!” You called out over the chatter. A sheepish wince crossed your features when it was a little too loud. Kyle chuckled and stepped to the side to lean on the bar, your body turning to see him in your full front view.
“I didn’t think I’d see you for a bit.” Or ever. You were thrilled you ran into him though. “I’m going to guess you haven’t finished the book?” Kyle rolled his eyes, playfully huffing and crossing his arms. “Well actually-“ Your eyebrows raised in surprise and his faux serious expression faltered. The corners of his lips tipped up when he dropped his arms. “No, I haven’t.”
You laughed at his dorky behavior and shook your head. This was only your second time hanging out and he had been able to make you forget everything you were doing both times. Kyle chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he leaned in closer to you ‘to hear you better.’
"You got me there," he admitted with a mischievous grin, the playful banter between you only deepening his desire to stick by your side. "But hey, don't blame me for being distracted by your irresistible charm and wit. That’s why I haven’t been able to read it. If you weren’t here I’d be curled up in that booth with my book.” It was your turn to roll your eyes and you playfully nudged his shin with your foot. “Yeah right.”
Kyle lowered his voice, drawing you in for him to tease you further. “I'll have you know, I'm determined to finish it. I won't rest until I do. I told you, I’m going to be your emotional support buddy." Another flush of heat hit your cheeks. “Oh my emotional support book buddy?” You countered. Kyle sighed and leaned back again, “Didn’t have to one up me with the name.” His tone showed no hint of true resentment though. The smirk plastered on his lips said the exact opposite.
You raised an eyebrow and snickered. “Oh okay Mr. Charm.” You took a sip of your drink, letting your eyes trail behind the bar. Even with your eyes shifting elsewhere you could feel Kyle’s on you. It wasn’t weird at all. It was almost comforting in a way. Reassuring that he was genuinely interested in getting to know you.
After your drink you turned to look back to him only to discover his eyes hadn’t drifted anywhere else. Kyle’s small smile grew wider. Wanting to know more about him, or more so not wanting to let the conversation die, you spoke up again. “So what are you doing here? Not saying that you do or don’t look like you’d fit in here.” You nodded to the pub’s indoor decoration. It was definitely more of a local pub rather than a more flashy one. He seemed like he’d fit in at flashy pubs or anywhere of that caliber. Kyle just had a perfect face that could really fit any level of fancy.
Kyle chuckled at your comment, feeling the nervousness in his veins fade away. You made it so easy to converse and not be worried about messing up the conversation. Taking a moment to observe the pub's interior, he nodded in appreciation. "Well, this place certainly has charm," Kyle replied, a glint in his eyes. "But to answer your question, my friend loves this pub.” He shrugged nonchalantly, resting his arm on the bar, his posture far more relaxed not that he was actually talking to you. “What are you doing here?”
“Are you saying I don’t fit the crowd, Kyle?” Your tone remained light and teasing, making him shake his head and smile again. “Depends, love. Do you want me to be honest?” Your hand swatted at his arm making him fake a worse injury. You lovingly swore you could only roll your eyes so much. “Don’t inflate my ego too much there.”
Kyle grinned and took a step forward, “I’ll keep a note of that.” His eyes flicked back to look at the booth where Price looked awfully smug, Soap wore a mischievous look, and he could guess behind the face mask Ghost was smirking. Your eyes followed him to the booth where the man with mutton chops had waved at you earlier. “Those your friends?” Kyle hummed and looked back at you, nodding and smiling. “Yeah. Take a wild guess of which one loves it here.”
You raised an eyebrow leaning towards Kyle while you squinted at the trio. “Mohawk.” Kyle grinned, “Ding ding ding. How’d you know?” Did you have to list why you thought it was him? “No comment.” He grinned and shook his head trying to hide his smile behind his hand scratching at his chin. Soap still looked smug as ever at the table, not realizing they were talking about him. “Wanna go over there?”
The question surprised you a little bit. You didn’t think Kyle really wanted you to join his friends or cared enough to invite you. Your eyes widened slightly and seemed for a moment that Kyle was going to nervously take the offer back, but you smiled. “Yeah I’d love to.” He subtly exhaled and gave you another dazzling smile, “Good, good. Yeah let’s,” he gestured the way. Kyle politely let you walk ahead to the table. He certainly wasn’t making signals behind you for Soap to shut up.
Once reaching the table Kyle held a hand out to his friends. “This is John,” Price nodded at you with a friendly smile. “This is Simon,” The so-called ‘Simon’ kept a black balaclava on and an indifferent expression. He nodded as well and you decided not to question the fashion choice. The last option left the mohawked man. “And this is also John.” You raised an eyebrow and glanced at them, “Two John’s? Must get confusing.”
The second John leaned forward with a cheeky look. “Aye, I’m th’ handsome John.” You snorted out a laugh and covered your mouth. “Oh yeah?” John nodded proudly, earning a jab to the side from Simon. “Ow, feck. What th’ feck was that for?” Simon simply mumbled an answer that had John scooting to make space, Kyle shooting a glare at John. The seemingly older, and wiser, John gave an apologetic look.
“Sorry ‘bout that, love. Have a seat.” You glanced up at Kyle who looked back to you and smiled again, covering up whatever emotion was previously in his eyes. Smiling back, you sat down and scooted into the booth. “Thank you, seriously. You guys didn’t have to do this.” “Nonsense, any friend of Kyle is a friend of ours, yeah?” Before you could answer the other John raised his glass, “Hear, hear! Cheers to that!”
Kyle seemed a little quieter or preoccupied in his thoughts. He raised his arm and put it on the back of the booth opening his stance up to you. “You just want to drink, Soap.” The statement earned a chuckle from himself and Price. “Soap?” You questioned. Simon jumped in speaking clearly now. “Call ‘im that cause ‘e doesn’t know what the hell soap is.” Soap gasped dramatically and the mask over Simon’s lip shifted indicating his wide smirk.
“Ah dae tae!” Soap protested, accent thickening at the scandal (and alcohol). “Boys.” Price sighed when Simon pressed a hand to Soap’s shoulder to keep him at arm’s length. A minute in and you could tell John was a father figure to them. No time to dwell on the thought though, because a soft pair of lips brushed against the shell of your ear. “Sorry about them. Thought they’d be less rowdy tonight.” You ignored the shiver running down your back and glanced over your shoulder at Kyle. “It’s okay, really.”
He tilted his head, brown eyes studying your face intently before he nodded. “As long as you're okay.” Your small smiles mirrored each other's, his appearing a second after yours. “Definitely am. Dealt with way worse.” “Worse than him?” Kyle nodded to Soap who was still bickering with Simon. Laughter tumbled from your lips again, it was easy to laugh around Kyle. “Yeah, even worse than him.”
Kyle fell silent for a second, but not uncomfortably. His lips parted before you realized the bickering died down. Turning back you were met with Price trying to seem like he hadn’t been paying attention to the two of you, Simon seemingly less interested, and Soap eagerly leaning his chin on the palm of his hand. “Sooo, yer th’ bird he was talkin’ about?” “Okay,” Kyle’s statement was clear this time. He sighed, getting up and offering his hand to you.
“Wanna take a walk?” Not caring that you had basically just sat down, you nodded and grasped his hand. The palm was rough, but yet not calloused. “Sure.” You hoped you didn’t seem too excited. Kyle’s hand left your hand to slide protectively around your waist. Walking away you could hear the muffled chatter that Soap had ‘scared you off’ and if you strained your ears you could hear Simon nonchalantly flicking the back of Soap’s head.
Kyle filtered through the crowd, his hand never fumbling from your waist. After a minute or so the cool breeze hit your face, caused by a person pushing through the open door. His arm raised and Kyle held the door open letting you slip under it. “You smoke?” He asked, a little too loud from the change in the loud atmosphere. “You smoke?” The question slipped out without a second thought and Kyle responded with a lively chuckle.
“Here and there? You?” He asked again with a smirk, digging to grab his pack. “Here and there,” you retorted with your own smug look. Kyle rolled his eyes and flicked his lighter, lighting his cigarette. He grabbed a second one and pressed the tip to his lit one effectively setting yours ablaze. Kyle passed it to you and watched you take it. “Can I walk you home?”
For a moment you wanted to teasingly ask him ‘can you?’ but not wanting to ruin the moment you nodded and slipped the cig between your parted lips. “Yeah. Yeah, you can.”
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Secret Santa | Bucky Barnes (5th Day of 🎄)
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We’re almost half way there! I hope I’m not boring you guys 😅 ya girl had a lot of fun writing this one!
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Christmas is one of the most wonderful times of the year. It’s a time to be with family, friends and the people who love you. It’s a time where people give back to those in need. It’s a time where the world seems like there’s magic in the air.
It’s also a time where one can express their true feelings towards a special someone.
Though that seems like it’s easier said than done.
My fear of rejection has always held me back ever since I first met you. You have always been so constant and loyal and patient and loving… It's no wonder why I fell for you. You are a true beauty, anyone with common sense could see that. I’ve been waiting for the perfect opportunity to tell you how I feel ever since I realized how important you became to me.
Every year, Tony likes to throw a big Christmas party filled with multiple people who I don’t really care so much for, if I’m being completely honest. Soon right after that event, he’ll throw a small one reserved for family and friends only. There, is where we have our annual Secret Santa and every year I’ve been waiting to draw up your name.
This year, I finally did.
I held onto your box carefully in my hand, making sure I don’t accidentally misplace it while I anxiously fidgeted with my free one as I looked for you in the small crowd. I spotted Steve and Nat chatting at the mini bar while she served him a drink. Bruce was too busy talking to Tony about some new science experiment he’s been working on and wanted his input. Sam chatted away with Thor while playing a losing game of darts against Clint. Why he chose to go against him, I’ll never know.
It seemed like everywhere I looked, the one person I wanted to see wasn’t there. I bit my bottom lip as my eyes continued to search around the room.
“She’s not here yet.”
“Yeah, I know I just – …” I looked to my right and saw Wanda standing next to me, a knowing smile on her face. “Who are you talking about?” She just chuckled and raised a quick eyebrow. “You know who.. Sorry, I couldn’t help it. Your thoughts were just so loud and I had to come over and help quiet them down.”
I bowed my head in embarrassment. “Sorry.” She shook her head. “Don’t be. It’s kinda cute seeing the White Wolf fawn over a girl.” My head lifted back up quickly as she continued. “We never get to see this side of Bucky. It’s a nice pace from the constant brooding and staring contests you and Sam get into.”
“We do not – ”
“Yes you do, but that’s besides the point. Your girl isn’t here yet so I took the liberty of calling her and asking where she was before coming to talk to you. She’s a few minutes away.” She gave me a small smile as I returned one back to her. “So um with that being said.. how long have you..?”
She held her hand up to stop me from talking. “A while. You’re not exactly quiet or subtle with your thoughts.” My face must’ve been crimson red as she just laughed. “Oh my God..” I covered my face with my hand and shook my head. “I am so sorry about that.. um.. you – you haven’t – ”
“Don’t worry, Bucky. I haven’t told anyone, so your secret is safe with me.” She made a motion of locking her lips with her fingers and throwing away the key. “It’s not mine to tell anyway.”
“Thank you.”
She glanced around the room and softly hummed to herself. My thoughts must’ve been too loud and now I’m just paranoid at how long she has heard me. “I didn’t say anything before because one, I wanted to spare you the embarrassment and two, I was too busy freaking out about the fact that you’re in love with my best friend and I’ve been wanting you two to get together since forever.”
I laughed at the absurdity and held your gift close to my chest. “I’m not sure what to say. I’m embarrassed either way.” She turned her head towards the entrance and smiled. “You should fix your tie, Mr. Barnes. Ms. Y/L/N is straight ahead.” I followed her gaze and felt the literal wind get knocked out of me.
There you stood in a dark red dress that hugged your curves perfectly. The v-neck accentuating your assets in the best way possible and the way your hips swayed side to side as you walked more confidently my way made my brain short circuit. You look absolutely breathtaking. “You got this, Bucky. I’m rooting for you.” Wanda spoke as she left my side to meet you halfway to greet you in a hug.
I watched as the two of you started a short conversation. My gaze drifted up and down your figure. You seemed to outshine all of Tony’s expensive decorations as you chatted away with your friend. I guess you seemed to notice the way my feet were glued to the floor and you suddenly made your way in front of me.
“Hey, you.” You smiled and opened your arms, your gift bag swinging back and forth in your hand. “Hey, doll.” I smiled and embraced you in my arms, your perfume overwhelming my senses and becoming intoxicating. I want to dive my face deeper into your neck until I can figure out that sweet scent of yours.
God, what is it you wear that makes you smell so heavenly?
Pulling away, I noticed the gift in your hand. I motioned over to the bag and asked, “Who’s it for?” You lifted it up and proudly smiled to yourself. “Okay, don’t tell, but it’s for Thor. For a guy who’s so easily amused by everything, it was surprisingly difficult to find something.” You looked down at the box in my hand and pointed. “How about you? Who’s your secret Santa?”
“Uhh haha it’s.. It’s a secret.” I watched as your mouth hung open in surprise and couldn’t help but chuckle. “What? That’s not fair! I told you who I got.”
“That’s on you for answering! The whole point of a Secret Santa is to keep it a secret.” You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms above your chest. “I can keep a secret!” I hummed and shook my head. “Apparently you can’t.” I laughed and looked down at the box in my hand. “And besides, this gift is going to someone really.. special.”
I missed the way your face slightly fell by me being too busy looking at the gift that’s actually meant for you. “Well, I’m sure whoever it is, will love it.” Noticing the slight change in your tone, I glanced up and saw you smile up at me. “I know I would.” I could feel my heart wanting to beat out of my chest at the thought of you opening your gift and you finally realizing how I feel.
I quickly glanced at the box and debated if I should just tell you that it’s yours, before Thor made his way over to us and greeted you in a giant bear hug. “Miss Y/N! You finally made it!” You laughed in his embrace as you hugged him back. “I was beginning to think you would be too late to try any of the Asgardian deserts I brought with me. The tiny human of ants seems to enjoy them.’
“Oh, well if Scott is eating, I better quickly grab something before it’s all gone.” You smiled as you turned your attention back to me. “I’ll see you later?” I nodded and smiled, raising my hand up as if to say ‘go’. “Yeah, sure. Of course. You’ll know where to find me.” She nodded and followed after Thor. “Of course, I can’t help myself too and have eaten more than I’d like to say.”
“Okay, now I definitely need to grab something before you eat the rest!” Your laughter faded away as I stayed rooted in place. I know you’re friends with everyone here and I would never tell you who you can and can’t hang out with, but a selfish part of me just wanted one evening where we wouldn’t be interrupted and I could just tell you everything. The weight of the box in my hand suddenly felt heavier than before.
I sighed and made my way over to the mini bar. I sat the present on the counter next to me and looked up at Nat. “What’ll ya have, soldier?” She asked and raised an eyebrow. “Just a beer, thanks.” I leaned my head against my hand as I kept my gaze on the counter. She placed the opened bottle in front of me and I reached for it and took a swing.
“You doin’ alright there?” She asked once I placed the glass bottle down. “Mmm..”
“Very talkative tonight, are we?” She sighed and placed her hands on the counter, leaning forward. “What’s up?” I met her gaze and sat up. “Nothin’. Nothin’ I just.. it’s nothing.”
“Doesn’t seem like nothing.” She stated and tilted her head to the side. “Does your brooding have anything to do with a certain long red dressed girl sharing a whatever that is Thor brought?” I pinched my eyebrows together. “What are you talking about?”
“Your crush on Y/N.” She said simply as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “How do you know about that? Wanda swore she wouldn’t tell anyone!”
“She didn’t.”
“I didn’t.”
I heard two different voices at the same time as Wanda sat down on the seat next to me and Nat stood, smirking. “I figured it out on my own.”
“Oh c’mon..” I groaned and took another gulp of my beer. “You, sir, outed yourself.” Wanda spoke while holding her hands up as if to say it’s not her fault.
“So, now that that’s established, I’m gonna go out on a wild limb here and say that based on how close you’re keeping that gift box of yours near you, she’s your Secret Santa?”
“Nat, please, don’t overanalyze me. It’s bad enough Wanda knows my exact thoughts on how I feel. I don’t need you to tease me about it.”
“Hey, I’m not Tony or Sam. I won’t tease you about it ‘til the end of the earth” She joked. “I know how to keep my mouth shut.” I looked to my side and saw Thor’s arms around you, clearly enjoying and thanking you for your gift as you smiled against him. Seeing how happy you looked with him made me second guess if I should just quickly run out to go find something else to give you.
What if my gift was too personal?
“You have nothing to worry about, Buck. Trust me. Because it’ll be from you, I just know we’ll be hearing about it for weeks.”
That’s kind of what I’m afraid of.
Wanda nudged my shoulder and smiled. “C’mon Barnes, Steve told us how much of a charmer you were back in the days. You tellin’ us you can’t sweet talk our Y/N and show her your fun flirty side that I know is deep down inside?”
I chuckled nervously and shook my head. “Heh I – I don’t know. It’s been a long time since I’ve asked someone out on a date.”
They both shared a look that made me feel like I was out of the loop on some kind of inside joke. They seemed to be having a whole conversation in their heads as I sat in between them. Nat's eyes motioned over to me as Wanda tilted her head at me and I suddenly felt like I was being watched and very much exposed.
“You know, you’re both acting as if I can’t tell you’re talking about me.” I raised an eyebrow as Nat waved me off. I chuckled to myself and brought your present closer to me. I know my gift isn’t much and I might make a fool out of myself, but it was give me so much pride to see you show off –
“She won’t reject you.” I looked up at Wanda and furrowed my eyebrows together. “Just.. trust me. She won’t turn you away, in fact she might be very flattered and is dying for you to do something and, oh I don’t know.. make a move?” My eyes slightly widened as I looked back and forth between her and Nat as she just nodded her head.
My gaze found you leaving Thor’s arms and walking over to the back door, opening it and disappearing behind it. “Merry Christmas, Bucky.” Wanda said as I stood up, getting ready to go towards you before stopping my movements as something clicked in my head.
“You..?” She nodded her head. “I couldn’t figure out what to physically give you and I couldn’t go another day hearing you two pine over each other. So I thought of the next best thing, giving you the confidence to go get your girl is the best gift I could give you.” I gave her a smile as she swatted her hand back and forth as if to push me away and laughed. “I can’t wait another minute. Go!”
I quickly grabbed your present and started walking backwards. I couldn’t wipe the smile off of my face. “Thank you, Wanda! I owe you big time!” She waved me off as I turned around and made my way towards the door you just walked out of a few moments ago.
I firmly held the box in my hand and took a deep breath. I reached for the door handle and opened it, leaving the warm atmosphere of people chatting away while soft Christmas music played in the background and followed you outside.
The sound of the door opening and closing caught your attention as you quickly turned to see who now stood out here in the open with you. “Bucky.” You smiled at me. “What are you doing out here?”
“I could ask you the same thing..” I slowly walked closer and noticed small goosebumps on your skin as you tried to ignore the cold air. You hugged yourself, trying to keep warm as the wind blew your hair away from your face. “.. Coming out here without a jacket. Don’t you know how cold New York gets during winter?”
I unbuttoned my jacket as you shook your head, holding your hand up as if to stop me. “Bucky, no. I’m fine, really.” I slipped off my sleeve and switched the present to the opposite hand to slip off the remaining sleeve. “Mm-mmm, if my momma could see me now and see that I didn’t offer up my jacket to a beautiful girl to keep warm, she’d smack me on the back of my head and tell me off.” I chuckled and placed my blazer on top of your shoulders.
You brought it closer to your body and softly smiled at me. I can’t quite tell if the pink on your cheeks is from me or the cold, but I’d like to think it had somethin’ to do with what I just did. I couldn’t help the giddy feeling I had in the pit of my stomach of you wearing something of mine. “Thank you, but you didn’t have to do that.”
“I wanted to.”
“What if you get cold?”
“Doll, don’t you worry about me one bit. I’ll be okay, I promise you.”
We both smiled at each other as you gripped onto my jacket to help shield you from the cold. “By the way, you didn’t answer my question earlier. What are you doin’ out here?”
“Well, Thor suggested we bring out the karaoke machine and I needed to find a way out from embarrassing myself.” You laughed as you turned to look out at the night sky. The moon seemed to shine against your skin, highlighting how soft your features are. It makes you look like a goddess, that you’re too beautiful to even look at.
“Ahh, we wouldn’t want that, now would we?”
“Tony would’ve recorded it and had blackmail over my head for years! Poor Thor, doesn’t realize what he’s gonna get himself into.”
I laughed and wondered if anyone is tipsy enough to join in or if it’s gonna be a solo concert by our one and only God of Thunder. Here’s hoping he at least has a decent voice. “Ahh, he’ll be okay. He’ll have fun regardless.”
You softly hummed as you took a quick peek at my hand and noticed the present I’ve still yet to give. “I um.. I actually saw you walk out and was wondering if I could steal a little bit of your time? Without any interruptions.” You looked up at me and smiled. “Well… it looks like it’s just the two of us out here. I don’t think anyone is gonna come outside into the cold.”
“You did.”
“That’s besides the point.” You laughed and subtly glanced down at the present once more before meeting my gaze. “Somethin’ you wanna talk about?” I cleared my throat and raised my arm up to scratch the back of my neck. “Yeah, actually um.. I’d say it’s pretty important considering it’s about you.”
“Oh? Okay uh.. what’s goin’ on?”
I took in a shaky breath and held up the box in my hand, extending my arm towards you and watched your eyes slowly widen. “Merry Christmas, doll.” You hesitantly reached for the box and looked down at the pretty wrapping before tilting your head and meeting my eyes.
“Me?”
I nodded.
“You.”
You softly smiled and started unwrapping your gift, the sound of the paper ripping made me hold my breath in anticipation as I watched your reaction once you popped the small box open. Your lips parted as you took in my gift and I waited for any sign of discomfort or disappointment. You reached in and pulled out my dog tags, your thumb running along the metal engraved with my name.
“Bucky..”
“You’re always playing with them whenever I’m not wearing it and.. and I saw you slip it on once when you thought I wouldn’t notice. I just thought.. I thought that maybe you’d like to keep them safe for me.”
You stayed silent as you continued looking at my necklace in your hand. I tried analyzing your reaction, but my nerves wouldn’t let me be rational and my mind went straight to you not liking your gift. Suddenly feeling very exposed and cold, I quickly tried to rush out apologies if your present wasn’t something you would want.
“I’m sorry if it’s kinda shitty. I just figured you’d want it since.. I can just take it back and get you something else if that’s what you – ”
“No!”
I went to reach for the necklace but stopped in my movements at your sudden exclaim. My necklace held tightly in your hands against your chest, your body slightly turned away as if to protect it from being taken away.
“I – I mean..” You looked down at the piece of jewelry in your hands and held it up so it now dangled in front of the both of us as I waited to see what you would do. “I’m known to keep things safe..” You bent your head down and slipped the necklace on, as it now lay nestled against your chest.
You looked down and reached your hands up to it once again as you smiled. “Especially when it’s something as special as this.”
I smiled, finally feeling a sense of warmth spread across my face as I watched you admire something of mine and wearing it with pride. I slowly walked closer to you and lifted my left hand up, reaching for the necklace. My fingers ran through my engraved name, metal meeting metal, and softly smiled looking up at you.
“It looks better on you.”
I watched as your eyes crinkled with happiness in them and your smile continued to grow as I let it fall back against your chest. I reached up and pushed a strand of your hair away and placed it behind your ear as your head tilted towards my hand. I hesitantly held it centimeters away from your cheek as you lifted your hand to place on top of mine, bringing it down so I could feel you against me.
I watched you hold onto me and close your eyes, sighing in content. I slowly rubbed my thumb against your cheek as I studied every feature on your face, not sure when or if I would get this opportunity again. We were standing so close that I was almost so sure you could hear my heart beating erratically against my chest. “If you’re gonna kiss me, Barnes, you should do it before the moments’ gone.”
My lips parted in surprise as your pretty little eyes opened and met mine. I saw you glance at my lips for a moment as you slowly leaned your body in closer towards mine. I bent my head down and brought your face closer to mine. Your breath fanned against my cheek as you fluttered your eyes closed, letting out a soft, “Please..”
Who am I to deny you a kiss?
I closed the distance between us and connected our mouths together, your cold lips finally meeting mine and everything felt like it was slowly falling into place. Your body fit so perfectly in my arms and your perfume engulfed my senses once again. My shoulders raised up slightly in surprise once you brought your hands up to the side of my face and reached behind my neck, bringing me closer to you.
“Mmm..” I moaned against you when I felt your fingers comb through my hair and gave it a slight tug. You smiled into our kiss and held me there, as if there was any other place I’d rather be right now. I slid my hands down to your back and felt the fabric of my jacket you still had on.
I couldn’t feel the cold breeze blowing against me or hear the music coming from inside Tony’s house. I couldn’t focus on anything but you. Now that I finally got a taste of your lips, I knew I was in trouble. You slowly pulled away as my lips chased after yours, not wanting this moment to end just yet. You let out a giggle and pressed one more kiss before leaning back so you could look at me.
“Wow… merry Christmas to me.” You laughed and rolled your eyes. “Oh my God..”
I looked at your lips and felt myself wanting to go in once more so I could feel you again, but before I could lean in, you lifted your hand up and placed your finger against my lips. “We should head back inside. You may be okay out here in the cold, but I am not.” You chuckled as I lifted my hand up to grab yours and puckered my lips, giving your finger a little kiss.
“I could always find a way to keep you warm.”
“Bucky..!” You blushed and turned your face away from me as I laughed and held you close to me. “Okay, okay, okay..” I smiled and held your hand in mine, intertwining our fingers together as I looked down at my dog tags around your neck. Warmth spread all over my chest at the thought of you walking back in and showing off your gift to everyone. “C’mon doll, let’s head back inside.”
You held onto my jacket tightly against you as we both walked back inside, hand in hand. “In case I wasn’t clear earlier about my gift..” You spoke right after I closed the door behind us. “I really love it.”
“And in case I wasn’t clear about my intentions earlier..” I smiled and brought your hand up to my lips, placing a sweet kiss on top. “I would love to be able to call you mine..”
You smiled back at me and nodded.
I don’t care how much teasing I’ll get from Sam or Tony because in the end, I got the best gift I could ever get.
“I would love that.”
I got you.
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Anonymous Asks: "I have an ideaaa, what about some somnophilia with (yandere) ian? I was thinking maybe he drugs the reader, first intending to just cuddle with them but then he just gets horny cause he's such a desperate and emotional mess and he just misses them so much"
Content: noncon, drugging, somnophilia, thigh fucking, fingering, creampie, Ian is horny and pathetic
It was only ever supposed to be cuddling. He didn’t have any ulterior motive, honest! He was just going to slip you a little sleeping pill and then cuddle up to you in bed. Rest his head on your chest, wrap his arms around you, close his eyes and listen to your heartbeat. Just like old times.
But he’s feeling so raw. So vulnerable. And he can smell your shampoo. He can feel your warm skin under his hands. Your soft breath stirs his hair. And you’re so deeply asleep, he made sure of it. Nothing short of a miracle would wake you before the drugs had run their course.
He’s hard. Of course he’s hard. He could never keep his damned hormones under control. Not when it comes to you. Just the sight of you fills him with heat. Your smile, your laugh, your voice. Even hearing the vague mumbles as you sleep is enough to make his cock twitch.
“How do you always do this?” His voice is a soft whine, face pressing into your neck as his hips shyly grind against your thigh. “Do you even know what you do to me?”
He hates it, not being able to control himself like this. He wishes he had more control. That he could ignore the way you affect him. Pretend to be cool and suave and sweep you off your feet instead of dropping to his knees and begging for you. But he can’t. The simple fact is, he’s wrapped around your finger. Whether you want him there or not.
“I… I know I don’t deserve this…” His breathing picks up as his hands fumble with your clothes. “But I can’t help it. I… I can’t!”
You’d understand. Of course you would. You’ve always understood. You know who he is. He’s laid his heart bare for you time and time again, and each and every time you kissed him and promised it changed nothing. So surely this won’t either! It’s nothing you haven’t done before, after all…
He frees you from your clothes, clumsily discarding his own as well. He’s so pent up. It’s been so long. Can you really blame him for being so eager? He throws your underwear into the pile of his clothes, already imagining how nice it’ll be to smell you whenever he wants. You smell so good. You’ve always smelled so good.
“I-I’m sorry…” He’s panting against your neck, hands shyly groping at your body as his cock slides between your thighs. “You’ll forgive me, won’t you? I j-just can’t help it…”
He presses his nose into your hair, breathing in deeply. His cock twitches at the familiar smell. He’s fucking your thighs with slow rolls of his hips, hands gripping onto you tightly as he whines in appreciation. You’re so soft. So warm. And he can feel you getting turned on by it. You want this too! Oh god, how relieved he is to know you want this too.
“I love you… so much…” His voice comes out between pants, hand moving to tease you. “I’ll m-make you feel good too, I promise!”
He ruts between your thighs, precum slicking them up until he’s fucking them with ease. His head catches on your hole with each thrust, drawing soft moans from your sleeping body and making you drip with arousal. You want this. You want him. He can feel it in every little moan and twitch of your hips. You want him.
“No no no no… Not yet…” His eyes squeeze shut, tears slipping out as he desperately wills himself not to cum too soon. “I c-can’t, not yet…”
His hand reaches blindly for the lube he knows you keep on the bedside table. With shaking hands, he works your hole open slowly, trying not to let the soft warmth of your insides get to him. He can’t cum. Not yet. Not until he’s inside of you. He needs to cum inside of you. To leave you dripping with proof of his love.
“Finally… finally…” He presses the head of his cock to your hole, slick fingers returning to teasing you. “We’ll be together again. Properly together.”
Your sleeping body welcomes him with ease, more little sounds of pleasure falling from your lips. He stills as he bottoms out in you, face pressed into your neck. You’re so soft. So warm. You feel like you were made for him. Made to take his cock. Halfway between his saving grace and his personal fleshlight.
“D-don’t you feel it? We were made for each other…” Ian whimpers, tears wetting your skin. “You were m-made to take me like this.”
He fucks you with slow rolls of his hips, taking his time to make sure he doesn’t cum too soon. He wants you to cum first. To feel you cum around him. To know he was the one to make you feel this good. He needs it. He needs to know he’s good enough for you, that he deserves to cum inside of you.
His hands work to bring you to orgasm, and he’s rewarded with your limp body tensing under him. Waves of pleasure roll through you, cum leaving both of you slick and sticky. Your hole tightens around him, milking his cock. He watches your back arch. Your eyes flutter. Watches you cum for him even as the drugs keep you in a deep sleep.
“S-see? I told you I could do it! I p-promised I’d make you feel good too. And I did. I… hah… oh god…” His hips rut into you eagerly, fingers digging into your waist to ground himself. “Take it! T-take my cum~”
His lips press against your pulse as he cums deep inside of you. He can feel your heart beat under his lips. It’s so steady, so even. It grounds him through the waves of pleasure. His hands grope at every inch of your body he can reach, desperate to feel all of you. You’re all he wants. You’re all he’s ever wanted…
He’s shaking by the time he finishes, hands trembling and eyes prickling with tears. He feels… satisfied. And guilty. And a thousand other feelings that tangle up in his chest like so many balls of yarn knotted together. Regret, lust, loneliness, disgust, desperation, love… All he wants is for things to go back to the way they were. To be able to hold you again. Fuck you again. Be with you again. He hadn’t meant for any of it to go this way. His life. Your relationship. Tonight…
It was only ever supposed to be cuddling.
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Don’t Go Baking My Heart - Part 3
Summary: After a breakup, you decide to pack up your life and move to Westview. A coworker recommends you join the local community's cooking class in order to settle into the new town. It sounded like a great idea, you could learn a new skill (that you desperately need) and meet new people. However, nothing could have prepared you for the green-eyed beauty you met during class. Maybe you'll end up leaving the class with more than just a basic understanding of cooking.
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Part 4
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How to Know You’ve Found the One
Waking up the next morning, you couldn’t help but reread the text on your phone with a smile. You haven’t been this happy in the morning in a while, and you knew it could only mean one thing - but you weren’t ready to admit it yet. It was no secret that you had the tendency to fall hard and fast. You were a hopeless romantic and led with your heart. Many people said they’d admire that trait about you and gushed how more people should be this way - before later going on to break yours. You’ve dealt with a lot of heartbreak, with your last relationship being the last straw. There were things you knew that you needed to work on - boundaries you needed to set within yourself - to ensure that your future relationships wouldn’t end like the last.
So you wrote it all in a letter. Detailing your hopes and dreams for the future, but most importantly being brutally honest about the patterns you tend to follow when falling for someone, despite wanting to break out of it. No matter how much you liked Wanda you didn’t want to fall into old habits. Not that anything would be happening anytime soon between you two - based on last night, Wanda is going through a lot more than she’s letting on. It was way too early to even think about getting into a relationship right now - considering you just met - but you couldn’t help but feel your heart race at the thought.
Dear Y/n,
If you’re reading this then you’ve found yourself with a bit of a crush. Who am I kidding, you must be really down bad if you’re reading this now. There’s no need to panic, who better to help you navigate during this challenging time than you from the past. I’ll make this nice and easy, but the first step is to breathe. You don’t have to fight it, It’s okay to enjoy this feeling - the rush. Just don’t let it consume you. You don’t always have to be the one to initiate things. Allow yourself to take the backseat this time and let them set the pace.
Deciding to live by your words, you prepared for your day. You could do this, and maybe this was the best thing for your situation. You would be a fool to deny the connection you had made yesterday, but you could tell that Wanda was clearly going through something right now. You didn’t want to push her into anything she wasn’t ready for or worse, do something that causes her to push you away. You were willing to let her set the pace, and if friendship was what she needed now, then you’ll do just that. Sending Wanda a simple good morning text, you set off for work and for the first time since moving to Westview, you felt excited for the day ahead.
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To say that Yelena was surprised to see your smiling face as you walked into work today would be an understatement. Usually, it would take you at least two coffees and a meal to draw a genuine smile from your face during the workday.
“Someone looks happy, would you like to share with the class?” Yelena looks intrigued as to what has you in such a good mood today.
You try to hide your smile as you look away. You contemplated revealing everything that happened after class yesterday. You would love to have someone to confide in but you had to stop yourself. It was too early to say anything now and considering the circumstances you felt like you’d be breaking Wanda’s trust by discussing the more intimate details (aka Wanda breaking down). It definitely wouldn’t be a good start to a friendship, and if you planned on getting closer you’d need Wanda to have faith that you wouldn’t go gossiping about her private life (even if it is with your best friend).
“Can’t I just be happy to see my best friend today?” you say hoping she buys it. Who's to say you weren’t happy to see Yelena today?
“If this is your attempt at trying to suck up to me after yesterday, then you seriously need better material” she looks at you skeptically, clearly not buying it. “Plus, I forgave you after you gave me our precious creation, it was delicious”
“Actually, I don’t remember there ever being any sort of discussion regarding the pot pie. Just you saying goodbye before quickly running out of the building carrying a suspicious container” you recount your last memories of seeing Yelena. “But if it went to a good cause, who am I to question anything. I’m just happy it’s allowed you to spice up your usual diet”.
“Hey, don’t try to change the subject. What’s up with you today?” Yelena rolls her eyes not liking your last comment or your attempts to dodge her questions.
“It’s seriously nothing” you reply, not wanting to admit the truth of what has you feeling good today. “Can’t I have some mystery to my life?”.
“No” Yelena looks at you like you’ve grown another head. “It’s a girl, isn’t it?” she asks bluntly.
Your eyes widen and a light blush dusts your cheeks. It’s embarrassing how well she knows you.
“Really? I’m happy for you Y/n, she must really be special if she has you like this” Yelena was genuinely happy for you, knowing how hard it’s been for you to make any sort of connection since you’ve been here. “So, tell me about her”
And here comes the hard part. You needed to go about this smartly, Yelena must not - under any circumstances - know the identity of the woman who’s stolen your heart. You needed to be cool and nonchalant about this.
“She’s perfect” you immediately gush. “I’ve never had this feeling before about anyone this quickly, I mean I barely know her. I don’t think anything is going to be happening between us anytime soon though so you cannot say anything.” you ramble. Definitely, way too much information that you planned on divulging to her.
“Don’t worry I won’t. But if you’re saying this then it must be someone I know” she’s piecing this together much faster than you hoped. “Hmmm…Do you want to tell me or should I try to guess who it is?” she has her hand on her chin as if a detective on their latest case.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea” you start but she’s showing no signs of stopping. Shifting your eyes nervously, you look at your cup of coffee and blurt the first name that comes to mind
“Sharon”
“Huh, as in the barista?” she never would have guessed that you would be into Sharon Carter, based on how shallow your conversations have been so far. When did you even get her number, you literally only talk about coffee when you’re in the coffee shop she works at. “I was gonna say, Wanda, I mean you could practically smell the tension between you,” she admits, starting to feel less confident about her answer after your revelation. How could she have missed this supposed connection you had with Sharon?
“Pshhh, you must be seeing things,” you say as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “I don’t even think Wanda likes me that way anyways,” you say sadly, staring blankly at your computer.
“Sure whatever you say Y/n, but you’re an idiot if you don’t see the way Wanda looks at you” she doesn’t say anything further, and you were thankful for that. You began to dwell on her words - it couldn’t possibly be true. You didn’t know why you were psyching yourself out, I mean, this is the best possible scenario. Yet, something inside is preventing you from fully believing it - a part of you that knows that once you get your hopes up it would only end in disappointment.
I know it may make you feel anxious or insecure, causing you to question whether the connection you felt was real (and reciprocated). And, I’m not gonna lie it’s gonna be difficult, giving up some control of the situation and letting the fates decide, but I promise you it’s worth it. Let them prove to you that they can make an effort. You need to recognize that the progression of a relationship isn’t dependent on one person. And when the time finally comes, and you receive that one sign that confirms the feelings between you is mutual, it’s the best feeling in the world.
Wanda :
Hey, sorry I’ve been pretty busy today. Will you be free this Friday to meet up? I want to see you again.
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It’s been three days since you received Wanda’s text and now it was finally the day you’ve been waiting for, Friday. Sitting in the coffee shop, you’re nervously awaiting Wanda’s arrival. You may or may not have come 30 minutes earlier than the agreed-upon time. You take a deep breath and try to remind yourself to stay calm. I mean it was only your first time hanging out with Wanda outside of class. You simply needed to look at this situation as two friends hanging out and not a date.
It was about another 15 minutes before you saw a brunette walk through the door. She anxiously looked around the shop, trying to find an empty seat before making eye contact with you. She seems surprised to see you before relief floods her face. She immediately walks over to you, with a smile.
It’s too early to decide anything yet, but take notice of everything. Are they always late when you arrange to spend time together? When they first see you, is this their first instinct to smile or grimace? Consider this moment, the official first impression - it will be the deciding factor in if this moves forward.
“Hey, I wasn’t expecting to see you here so early” she greets you nervously. “I hope you weren’t waiting too long”.
“Hey Wanda, you didn’t I just got here a minute ago, don’t worry” you greet her, the small lie slipping past your lips with confidence. She looks at the table, noticing you’ve already ordered a medium coffee and two bagels.
“And you just so happened to order all of that and it arrived half-eaten?” she asks knowingly, having to suppress her giggle. “The service here must really suck”.
“It’s not too bad” you scratch your neck, knowing you’ve been caught. “I would love to buy you something though, from the uneaten side of the menu” you rush out, desperately wanting to change the subject.
“Smooth” she teases. “I’ll take a Jasmine tea and a muffin”
You quickly stand up from your seat and go to the cashier to order. You even surprised Wanda with how quick you were but the look was quickly replaced with an endearing smile as she watched you stumble to the front.
“I want a Jasmine tea and a muffin” you order.
“Wow, Y/n. Did you finish the coffee and bagels already?” the blonde barista jokes.
“Haha, very funny Sharon, but I’ll have you know that this isn’t for me” you reply. You and Yelena are regulars at this coffee shop, so it’d only make sense that you were friendly with Sharon and the other baristas here.
Sharon looks back to where you were seated and notices the pretty brunette waiting at the table.
“Ahhh, I see. Well, in that case, I’ll make it on the house” she says kindly.
As she prepares your order you continue to make casual conversation with Sharon, with her trying to get as many details about your little date. Wanda watches this interaction from afar and has to suppress the little green monster threatening to come out. She doesn’t understand why watching you speak to the blonde barista makes her feel so jealous, considering you were only friends (for now). She has to hide her glare, when you turn back around, giving her a bright smile and holding up 2 fingers - indicating her order should be ready soon.
“Here you go” Sharon says as she hands you the tea.
“Thanks Sharon, I owe you one”
“No worries but hey” she says with a concerned look. “Have you noticed that Yelena’s been acting weird?”
You instantly knew what she was referring to. You and Yelena are regulars at this coffee shop, so it’d only make sense that you were friendly with Sharon and the other baristas here. Ever since revealing to Yelena that you liked Sharon (romantically) she’s elected herself as your wingman and has been trying to leave hints to the barista that you wanted something more. It’s been very embarrassing but Sharon didn’t seem very perceptive to it until Yelena flat-out asked if she found you attractive. Thankfully, she was a good sport about it and brushed it off. You hoped that she would have just forgotten about it, but appears she has not. Now you were put in the awkward position of explaining it to her, which required a delicate hand. You look at Sharon kindly.
“You know how she is” you left it as that before rushing back to your table. You seriously needed to have a conversation with Yelena about being subtle. You could only imagine how much worse it would be if she finds out that Wanda is the one you actually liked ( *cough cough* read the Valentine's Day Special).
You set her order on the table and Wanda looks at you thankfully, as she begins to eat. The conversation flows between you two, and it feels refreshing. You both couldn’t hide your smiles as you finished your outing.
Walking out of the coffee shop together, you noticed that Wanda’s car wasn’t in the parking lot. Wanda walks with you to your car, brushing against you with each step. When you reach the door you turn back to Wanda.
“I enjoyed this, spending time with you today” Wanda fiddled with her hands nervously. “I don’t want it to end”, she finishes glumly.
“Well it doesn’t have to” you have a hopeful look you weren’t ready to say goodbye either. “I’m still not familiar with the area -unless for food- so would you maybe…want to come to my place? We could watch a movie and cook dinner together, I’m still not too confident with my skills in the kitchen” and now you’re rambling. She looks at you inquisitively. “Feel free to say no, I don’t want to pressure you” you rush out, beginning to regret your invitation.
“You’re seriously asking your cooking instructor to come cook for you” she teases. “Wow Y/n, I’ve never had one of my students propose such a thing. Are my classes not enough?”
“Well what can I say, I’m in desperate need of private lessons. I learn better one-on-one” you flirtatiously joked. Her cheeks went red instantly, and you couldn’t hide your laugh.
“I’d love to,” she says warmly. “Plus from what Yelena’s told me, you’d probably starve tonight if I didn’t come”
“Hey, she’s much worse than me. I at least have a variation to my diet” you defend yourself. You couldn’t believe that Yelena had the audacity to complain to Wanda about your eating habits.
“You both could use the help,” she says attempting to stay neutral. You give her a knowing look, but she avoids your eyes. “Shall we get going?”
Walking over to the passenger door of your car, you open the door for her.
“After you milady,” you say charmingly. She gets in shyly, before flashing you a small smile. You close the door and walk back to your side. This is a good day.
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When you arrive at your apartment, you lead Wanda to your door. Nervousness filled your body, this was the first time you’d invited someone over -not even Yelena has seen your apartment yet.
“I just want to warn you before you go in” you begin to unlock your door. “Lower all of your expectations. I’m still in the process of decorating so” you open the door, allowing her to go through first.
“Wow” she walks at everything your living room has to offer. A couch and tv, nothing else. “It looks great”. She eyes your kitchen before looking at you for permission. You walked with her to the kitchen, knowing she was not gonna be too happy with what she finds.
“Your counters look a bit bare, but I guess that makes sense if you barely cook” she analyzes before opening your refrigerator. “It’s completely empty!” quickly closing the door, and opening your cabinets. “WHY DO YOU HAVE NOTHING IN HERE?” she glares at you.
“I just haven’t gotten around to it yet” holding your hands up in defense, you know it’s a weak response.
“You’ve been here for more than a month, how much more time do you need?” she gawks, she couldn’t believe this was real.
“You-you’re not allowed to look so surprised, I joined your class for a reason. What happened to your optimistic ‘anyone can cook’ attitude?”.
“Most people come to learn a new recipe or two. You need an intervention” she says bluntly. “I’m depressed just being in here. I don’t even know how you’ve survived this long” she looks so disappointed when she gets closer to you, offering a gentle hug and rubbing your back. You enjoy it until you begin to feel her grip tighten. Uh oh. She must have seen it.
Pushing you away, Wanda walks to your trash can and points at the numerous takeout bags - from the last 3 days - piling up to the top.
“Really?”
“I thought you’d be happier to see that I’m eating well” you joke, but Wanda doesn’t seem to find it very funny.
“We’re going to the grocery store now. Let’s go” she orders, leaving no room for any further discussion on the matter. Part of you was surprised by her tone, but a (much) larger part was kinda into it. She looks hot when she’s angry and in charge. “Now” she’s looking at you impatiently, not wanting to leave the lady waiting - you scramble to get your keys and follow her out the door.
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The next thing to ask yourself is: How do they make you feel? And you have to be honest, don’t let the butterflies influence your answer. Can you truly be yourself around them, or do you feel like you have to play a role in order to get their acceptance? You need to know the difference, as this has led to the downfall of all of your relationships. You need to start living for yourself - as your authentic self - even in your relationships. Don’t change yourself, if they are truly worth it then they’d accept you, flaws and all.
You’ve never been one to like going to the grocery store. For one, you did not know how to buy food, like a responsible adult that is taking care of their body, or whatever Wanda called it. In your defense, your taste in food hasn’t changed much since getting older, so you bought things when you were a kid. Which was why your cart filled up with more snacks than actual food you had to cook. Wanda changed that quickly, getting a cart of her own and filling it with healthier options. You had honestly thought she was shopping for herself until you got to the checkout and she asked you to watch her cart while she went to grab something. She took your cart and never came back.
Leaving the grocery store, you actually felt happy. You were not looking forward to putting the groceries up but you’ve never had so much fun in the store. Usually, you’re being dragged around the store, not having much of a say over what’s being bought besides the occasional and reluctant ‘fine but only one’. Wanda never made you feel bad about yourself and when you saw her exiting the store with a small bag of your favorite snacks understood she wasn’t trying to completely bulldoze your life. You’ve never had someone care this much about what you were putting into your body, while also taking consideration into what you liked. Her plan wasn’t to completely change but just to make sure you’d live longer with a more (age) appropriate diet. Maybe if you could watch Wanda talk animatedly about the importance of organic fruits and vegetables in your diet, you’d always enjoy your time in the grocery store. You’ll definitely have to ask her to come with you next time, though you know she’d probably volunteer.
Arriving back home, Wanda arranged your new groceries into your fridge and cabinets. She had a satisfied look on her face as she looked at her work. She was almost satisfied enough to leave. Keyword almost - she didn’t have much faith that you would just order takeout again instead of cooking the food you just bought. She helped you prepare a simple meal and you enjoyed it while watching Friends in your living room. You learned Wanda was more of a sitcom person, preferring shows from the 50s-60s. When you revealed that you’ve never seen sitcoms from this era she almost took your remote to start an episode, but you came up with a compromise by designating a night where you would replicate the events of today but instead end with a huge binge of these shows.
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Your day with Wanda has officially come to an end, much faster than any of you hoped. As you pull up to Wanda’s house, you see her car in the driveway. Wanting to make sure she made it inside safely, you walk her to the door. The walk is silent with a light tension growing between you as you stand there just looking at each other. You want to make a move, but you still weren’t completely confident that Wanda would want that.
“We should do this again” You give her a small smile.
“Yeah we should,” she confirms. “I might need to make weekly visits to make sure you’re eating well” she ends teasingly.
“Well, I’ll hold you to it then,” you say before turning around. “I’ll see you soon Wanda”
“Please” Her hand grabs yours, preventing you from going any further. “Don’t go yet” her voice sounds so weak.
Pulling you back towards her, you see the hesitance in her eyes. Concerned, you move closer to her and squeeze her hand - that was still holding onto your tightly - in reassurance. She really doesn’t want you to leave yet. In a leap of courage, she leans forward first, and you follow suit. Your lips connect in a soft, yet passionate kiss, even you began to feel overwhelmed with emotion for some reason and she pulled away - you understood why.
“I want this, but I don’t know if I deserve to have it” she ends with a whisper, you could barely hear what she said. Tears started to escape her eyes, but before you could ask what was going on.
BEEP
Suddenly the sound of a car horn makes you jump apart. You hadn’t even noticed the other car pulling into the driveway.
“Mom!” a tiny voice screams from inside the car.
“Dad brought us to get ice cream, look how many scoops mine has, '' another voice says, as the car door opens.
Two young boys run towards Wanda, eager to tell her about their latest adventure to the ice cream shop. They didn’t even notice you standing there until they felt their mother stiffen, as they hugged her legs. Looking at you with innocent, yet questioning eyes, they pull away from Wanda and stand in front of you. Wanda uses this time to quickly wipe her face.
“Who’s this mom?”
“This is my new friend -”
“Y/n, and I was just leaving. I hope you enjoy your ice cream boys” you cut her off not wanting to stand there any longer, you rush back to the car - mumbling a quick goodbye. As you walked back, you saw a tall figure exit from the car and walk up to Wanda and the children. He ruffles their hair, noticing they were still watching you as you sat in your car. Gathering their attention, he stares at them as he opens the front door.
“Okay kiddos, back inside we go. And let’s avoid making a mess this time” he says the last part firmly. You’re too distracted with your own internal meltdown to notice that the man completely ignores Wanda as he walks into the house. She looks so broken.
Deciding you’ve outstayed your welcome, you drive back home trying (and failing) to keep the tears at bay.
And if you listened to everything I’ve said so far, and they’re still here then you probably met a keeper, don’t ever let them go. For the first time ever you know your heart will be safe with someone and you’ll take security in knowing that they wouldn’t break it. Enjoy this feeling.
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four weddings and a funeral — part four
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Series Summary: You and Danny haven’t spoken in years. When the two of you stumble upon a week of weddings, funerals, and the hotel rooms in between, will fate rekindle your friendship or put the old flames out altogether?
Chapter Summary: Sun, sand, booze, and music. It seems like fate's dealing you a pretty good hand, but you know in your heart it's too good to be true.
Pairings: Danny Wagner x Reader | Genres: friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff, mutual pining, angst | Word Count: 3.7k | Chapter Warnings: drinking, sexual innuendo, another creepy guy for Danny to scare off
A/N: More Danny and Sunshine for you, my loves! I really like how this chapter turned out, and I hope you like it too. PS - I highly recommend listening to this ocean ambiance while you read this chapter. ♡
The ceremony dragged. You were a little surprised, considering you’d always thought your cousin would be the type to be more interested in the partying side of the wedding than the actual getting married part, but you were glad to see her and her soon-to-be-husband doing what they wanted to for their wedding. Even if it was taking them seven years to get through their vows.
“Hey, sunny,” Danny whispered, drawing your attention from the front.
You leaned closer to him. “Hm?”
“If you had a beach wedding, how much do you think it would cost to rent some sharks to ride away on after you said ‘I do’?”
You snorted, hiding your face against Danny’s shoulder to keep quiet as a few guests shot you puzzled looks. You could feel Danny shaking with contained laughter, and it didn’t help you with your effort to get back some self-control.
“Shut up,” you whispered, still laughing, thankful you were in the very back row of chairs. “We’re gonna ruin the whole ceremony.”
“They already ruined it by not having sharks,” he muttered. “Anybody with half a brain would know that’s an extremely cool thing to do at a wedding.”
“Do it for your wedding,” you said. You made the mistake of looking up at him then, meeting his eyes that were almost a dark golden color in the fading sunlight.
“Maybe I will,” he said, his smile twinkling with amusement. “Can I count on you to be there, sunny?”
You blushed. “Sure. I’ll be at your shark-themed wedding, Dan.” You didn’t allow yourself to think too much about the joke, worried you’d start thinking about something even more ridiculous than sharks at a wedding.
When the couple finally said “I do” and Danny lamented once more that they hadn’t ridden off into the sunset on the back of a great white, he took your hand and led you to the wide pavilion that had been set up for the reception. Dozens of strings of fairy lights hung overhead, casting a warm light on the dance floor and the long tables set up for dinner; on a small stage, a band played swanky oldies that mixed with the sound of the ocean.
“I’ll have a margarita,” Danny told the bartender. “And a mojito for you, right, sunny?”
“Yes, please,” you agreed. You leaned against the bar and watched the band.
“They’re not too bad, huh?” you asked Danny when he handed you your drink. You watched his face with an almost embarrassed hesitance, waiting to see if he’d pretend to like them not to hurt your feelings when really he didn’t care for their music. You’d learned to spot that a mile away in men by now, though usually they didn’t care to conceal their derision when you said you liked something they considered beneath them.
“No, I think they’re really good,” he said, and his expression and tone were so honest and genuine that you relaxed immediately. Not just because he’d affirmed you in your music taste — you couldn’t deny that it mattered to you that Danny liked the music you did — but because you knew he’d have been straightforward and kind about it even if he hadn’t liked it.
“What’s that little tiny cymbal on the drum kit?” you asked, gesturing with your drink in the general direction of the band.
Danny smiled. “The splash? It’s kinda like a baby crash cymbal. It has a brighter sound, but it doesn’t last as long as the crash.”
“Which one’s the crash?”
“The medium one,” he said. “The bigger ones are the ride cymbals.”
“And the big ass drum with their logo on it?” you asked.
He laughed. “Bass drum. Maybe I should draw you a diagram.”
You took a napkin from the holder on the bar and slid it over to him, asking the bartender if he had a pen you could borrow. You gave it to Danny when you got it.
“I would love a diagram,” you said with a grin.
His smile was amused as he drew you a rough sketch of a drum kit, surprisingly neat for being drawn on a napkin. You watched him with fascination and undeniable attraction, enjoying this glimpse into his talent and skill set.
“Here’s your cymbals, the ones I was telling you about,” he said, pointing out each one. “Crash, ride, crash ride, splash. You also have your hi-hat, which is this little guy right here.”
He labeled each one in small block letters. “These are your toms and your snare drum. And then the big one, the bass drum.”
“You have all these in your kit?” you asked.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “I have other things too, like chimes and a side snare, but this is your basic setup.”
He lifted his hand and showed you one of the bracelets on his wrist, a thin string of silver bearing balls.
“You can put these on your cymbals too,” he said, running two fingers over the length of it. You completely missed what he said next, too distracted and flustered by that simple movement to even think straight.
“I’m sorry?” you said, feeling your face heat as you tore your gaze away from the bracelets on his wrist and the veins in his hand and the sheer length of his fingers.
He honest to god smirked, and you blushed hotter.
“They’re called cymbal sizzlers,” he said, deliberately popping the last syllable. You could only nod, dazed and somewhat dreamy.
“Sizzlers,” you said weakly. “Right. Sounds... sizzling.”
His cool composure broke then, unable to keep from laughing at your incisive commentary. As much as you’d liked his smugness, you loved the way laughter softened his features and gave his eyes a little sparkle.
“I’ll say,” he agreed, turning back to the drawing. He tapped the front of the bass drum. “I think we need a big ass logo for our band.”
“Ooh, I got it,” you said. He handed you the pen and smiled when he saw what you were drawing.
“Great work, sunny,” he said, admiring your stick figure couple. “I think Greta Van Fleet should change our logo to that.”
“No way,” you protested. “That’s only for our band.”
He grinned. “Our band, huh? What are we called?”
“The Cymbal Sizzlers,” you said, matter-of-fact.
He laughed. “Well, as a wise lady once said, that sounds sizzling.” He finished his drink. “Okay. Cymbal Sizzlers it is. I like it.”
“I know,” you said. “I’m a genius.”
He ordered another round of drinks for the two of you, and you carefully folded and tucked his drawing into your bag as you went to find your seats for dinner. Luckily, you were at the end of one of the long tables, and Danny moved his chair catty-corner to yours so you could leave the people next to you to their conversation.
Dinner was an assortment of seafood, and you and Danny enjoyed crab legs and oysters and everything in between with an air of decadence.
“I bet this is every day for you,” you teased.
He laughed. “Oh, sure. We always have a raw bar in the dressing room after a show.”
“Complete with gold-plated caviar,” you added.
He hummed in agreement. “Finish that up with a dessert of cocaine and Jack Daniels, and you’ve got a pretty good picture of my daily life.”
You took another drink of your mojito. You’d lost count of what number you were on and noticed you were starting to feel the heady flush of alcohol.
“Don’t forget the blowjobs,” you reminded him.
He shook his head. “That’s actually where I draw the line,” he said sagely. “Too much fun isn’t good for a man’s health.”
“Oh?” you asked innocently. “No silly slurpee while you’re having shrimp cocktail, huh?”
He almost spit out his drink. “No what?” He laughed so hard you thought you’d broken him, and you adored the way his face scrunched with joy and amusement.
“Danny,” you laughed. “It wasn’t even that funny.”
“I know!” he said. He hid behind his hands and smothered another round of bubbly laughter, and you felt the sound of it tug at your heart.
“Oh, god,” he managed eventually, gasping and wiping tears from his eyes as he tried to stop laughing. “You really almost killed me, sunny.”
“I’m sorry,” you said, reaching to put your hand over his. “I’ll keep my lame sex jokes to myself next time, I promise.”
He smiled. “Don’t you dare. I want to hear all of them.”
You finished your drink and stood, and you liked that Danny kept a hold of your hand as you did.
“You going to get another drink?” he asked.
“Yeah.” You gestured to his almost empty glass. “You want another?”
“Nah, I’m done,” he said with a laugh. “I’m plenty sauced. I’ll go get yours for if you want, though.”
“That’s okay,” you said. “I’m going to powder my nose.”
“Oh, fancy.” He finished off his drink. “'Kay. I’ll be here.”
You wove through the wedding guests milling about in various states of intoxication, humming along as the band played, feeling in some state of intoxication yourself. You had a pleasant buzz, and you were looking forward to dancing the night away with Danny.
You found the bathroom, and though there was thankfully no line, there was a skeevy-looking guy leaned against the wall by the door. His eyes locked onto you as you came nearer, and you hesitated. You wished there were some other girls around so you wouldn’t have to go past him alone, but for the moment it was just him and you.
You decided to trust your gut. You turned right back around and went for Danny.
He raised a brow when he saw you coming back to the table.
“All good?” he asked.
“Yeah, I...” All of a sudden, you felt weirdly embarrassed to ask. “There’s this guy that’s kind of hanging around over there, and... I don’t know...” You met his eyes. “Could you walk with me? And kind of... stand outside the door?”
“Of course,” he said easily. “Come on.”
His expression was relaxed as he walked with you, but you could tell by his posture alone that he was attentive and watchful. You stopped at the same place you’d stopped before, a few feet from the guy, and felt Danny’s reassuring touch to the small of your back.
“I’m not gonna let him bother you, sunny,” he said quietly. “I promise.”
He ushered you forward, putting himself between you and the guy and receiving an annoyed look for his trouble. Danny didn’t pay him any mind, leaning one broad shoulder on the wall between the guy and the door.
“I’ll wait right here for you,” he promised, his tone light.
You went inside with a feeling of relief, glad you’d gone back to ask for his help. When you were done, you looked yourself over in the mirror and tried to fix a few wayward strands of hair; you actually thought you looked kind of pretty, all sun-warmed and beachy and tipsy.
You came back out to see that the guy was gone, and Danny was still leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. You wondered if he’d managed to scare the guy off just by doing that, since his arms looked huge under his flimsy button down.
He looked over when you came out and gave you a cheerful smile. “Hi.”
You smiled back. “Hi. Thank you for staying.”
“No sweat,” he said. “I’m happy to tell creepy guys to fuck off any time you need me to.”
He pushed off the wall and walked over to the bar with you, and you noticed that people — men, especially — were more likely to give you a respectful distance in a way they probably wouldn’t have if you hadn’t had Danny right behind you. You decided you kind of liked having a big strong guy you could trust watching your back.
The bartender gave you a wry smile when you came up. “Mojito, right?”
“Oh, lord, you already know what I’m gonna get?” you laughed. “Maybe I ought to slow down.”
You gratefully accepted the drink he made you regardless, and you chewed on your straw and swayed a little to the music as you and Danny watched the band for a minute.
“Oh, hell yeah,” he said when they started to play an upbeat, bluesy tune. He put his hand out in front of you. “Let’s dance to this one.”
“Okay,” you said happily, leaving your drink and taking his hand as he led you to the dance floor. He pulled you snug against him when you got a spot right by the band, and you didn’t have very long to be bashful about it before he had you laughing with his swanky dance moves.
“You didn’t know I was secretly a dancer, did you, sunny?”
You giggled and draped one arm around his neck. “I had no idea you were so multi-talented, Daniel. What other secrets are you hiding?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he teased. He took your hand and spun you like a princess before he tucked you back against him.
“Do you know this song?” he asked.
You shook your head. You were a little dazed with the feeling of him so close, his hand splayed over the small of your back.
“What’s it called?” you asked.
“‘Keep On Growing,’” he said. “Eric Clapton wrote it when he was in Derek and the Dominos.”
He let his hands wander a little, never too far, but you felt your breath catch when they came to rest high on your waist. His hands were so big; you knew he could manhandle you easily if he had a mind to, and you had never felt less concerned about it in your life.
“Someday baby, who knows where or when,” he sang. “Just you wait and see — we’ll be walking together hand in hand along forever, woman, just you and me.”
You gave him a heartsick smile. “Is that so?”
He shrugged and grinned down at you. “Have you ever known Eric Clapton to lie?”
You laughed at the ridiculous question, closing your eyes for a moment as you let Danny sway you to the music.
“Sing some more,” you said.
“Okay,” he agreed. “Just gotta wait for the guitar solo to end, honey.”
Your eyes fluttered open at the endearment, and he smiled as he tugged you closer.
“Time’s gonna change us, Lord, and I know it’s true,” he sang, just for you. “Our love’s gonna keep on glowing, and growing is all we’re gonna do.”
You danced for a long while after that song ended, but the thrill of being close to him only grew the longer he held you and danced you around with goofy, innocent enthusiasm.
When the band finally started to play a slower song, Danny pulled you close with a hand on your back, his free hand taking one of yours. You were glad you were taking a moment to catch your breath; the night air was warm, and now that you were resting against Danny’s chest, you felt a lot more drunk than you had a second ago.
“It’s hot,” you said, looking up at him.
His smile was a little crooked. “You are so drunk, aren’t you?”
“I am,” you agreed. “It’s still hot.”
He chuckled. “I know. You want to go for a walk by the water? Cool off a little?”
You hummed in agreement. “Take me away, Danny.”
He took your hand as he led you through the crowd on the dance floor. He stopped at the bar, but before you could tell him you definitely didn’t need any more alcohol, he got two glasses of ice water and handed one to you.
“Drink up, buttercup.”
You clinked your glass against his, happy that it made him smile. When you’d slaked your thirst, you pressed the side of the glass to your cheek and welcomed the icy sting of it.
“Hey,” you said, seeing the dessert bar. “Strawberry kiss.”
Danny gave you a confused smile. “What?”
“Yeah, you know,” you said. You set your glass down on the bar and put your hand on his arm. “You gave me a strawberry kiss this morning.”
“I remember,” he said, and you liked how he angled his body towards you. “I’d give you another one, but I don’t carry strawberries around in my pockets all day.”
You giggled. “You should.” You gestured to the dessert bar piled high with treats and cakes and a rainbow of fruit. “But you don’t have to.”
“Ah, I see,” he said. “Well, let’s go get you a strawberry kiss, sunny.”
When you had a plastic cup overflowing with strawberries and Danny had caught the one that had tumbled off the top, you walked down to the beach together and shared your dessert. Danny held out his hand to take each leafy top from you when you were finished and tossed them and the empty cup afterwards.
“You’re good at, like, holding things,” you said as you walked down the beach, feeling that a bit of your intelligence had maybe gone out the window with all those drinks.
Danny laughed. “Thank you, I think.”
You took his hand and held it, palm up, in yours. “It’s because your hands are ginormous. They can fit a lot of things.”
You ran your fingers over his palm, and he let out a surprised giggle and flinched away a little.
“Quit that,” he said, but he was smiling. His fingers closed over yours. “Maybe your hands are just tiny, sunny. D’you ever think of that?”
You grinned and brought his hand up to cover your face. “Nope. Because your hand is still big even when it’s not compared to my hand.”
He moved his hand to cup your jaw, his fingers tracing over your brow and your cheek as he did. You rested against his hand and looked up at him.
“You sure do look pretty tonight, sunny,” he said.
For the first time, you didn’t feel shy at his compliment. Maybe it was the rum, but you liked being able to just bask in the pleasure of his praise.
“Thank you,” you said. “I feel pretty tonight.”
You kept hold of his hand and leaned back, letting him hold your weight.
“Well, hold on a second,” he said. He took your other hand so you wouldn’t be lopsided. “There you go.”
You tipped your face up towards the moonlit sky and closed your eyes, feeling the salty ocean breeze brush over your face and Danny’s warm, strong hands holding yours.
“Danny?”
“Hm?”
“I think we should lay down in the sand and connect with the earth.”
He chuckled. “Okay, sunny. Should I just drop you, or...?”
You opened your eyes. “No!”
He grinned. “Fine.” He gently eased you back upright and steadied you as you tried to manage the sand and your dress and your tipsiness with a modicum of grace. You breathed a long sigh when you laid back in the sand, feeling the soft, cool grit of it on your skin.
“How’s this?” Danny asked, propping himself up on his arm next to you. “Do you feel connected with the earth?”
You took a handful of sand and let it trickle through your fingers. “Yeah. Do you?”
“Sure.” He brushed back the lock of hair the breeze had drawn across your face, hooking it behind your ear. “I guess I feel connected to the ocean, too. Pushing, pulling. Always coming back to the shore.”
You turned your head to meet his eyes, and he gave you a gentle smile.
“What?” he asked.
“Just thinking,” you said quietly. You touched your fingers to the pendant on his necklace. “Do you think I can be the sun and the beach, and you can be the moon and the ocean?”
He held your hand and ran his thumb over your palm. “I think that sounds perfect.”
You closed your fingers around his hand, feeling his warmth and steadiness. “I don’t want to be apart from you for a long time, Danny.”
“What do you mean, honey?”
You turned your face back towards the starry sky, feeling close to crying for some reason.
“I missed you after I moved,” you said, and your voice was tight. “I felt like I lost my best friend. And I know we were only kids, but I always thought of you after I left. I always hoped we’d see each other again, somehow.”
Though the past few days had rekindled your old friendship, you knew it was wishful thinking to believe you could maintain a strong relationship after this week, let alone explore the idea of romantic love with each other. You wanted both, foolishly, but Danny wasn’t just Danny any more; he’d be no more likely to want to fit you into his life than you would be able to fit him into yours. It just wasn’t meant to be, and it was painfully obvious despite the gentleness between you.
A tear trickled down your cheek, and Danny moved your joined hands to brush it away.
“I missed you too, sunshine,” he said softly. “I don’t want to be apart from you either. I think fate brought us back together for a reason, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” you said, and your voice was so quiet even you could barely hear it over the sound of the ocean. “To break my heart, I think.”
Danny didn’t seem to hear you, or if he did, he didn’t respond. He touched a finger to your jaw.
“Look at me, sunny.��
You did. Another tear rolled over the bridge of your nose, and he leaned close and kissed it away.
“No crying at a wedding,” he chided gently.
You gave a watery laugh. “That’s all that people do at weddings, Danny. Cry and drink.”
“And dance,” he said with a smile. “Don’t forget dancing.”
He stood, gently bringing you to your feet with him. He held you close and swayed you to the rhythm of the waves.
“We should just stay like this forever,” you said.
His soft laugh rumbled in his chest where you leaned against him. “Sounds good to me, sunshine.”
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Sparks
Firefighter Price x Fem! Reader
I honest to god did not expect this to get the love it did?? So thank you??? I’m blown away. Also this chapters kindaaa short- and its the epitome of slow burn and I am not sorry. It will get more- angsty soon ehehe.
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Warnings: hinting at a super gross manager being gross - Mostly fluff. Swearing. Character developments babyyyy
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A week had passed since the fire in your apartment complex. It had taken a couple days before you were able to go back to your apartment to search for any belongings that may have survived. Luckily your phone somehow managed to survive the inferno, lord knows you didn’t have the money to replace it.
After about 2 days of staying at the hotel, your best friend April was generous enough to let you stay on her couch until you could get enough money scraped together for a deposit on a new place. As nice as the hotel was, you felt terrible about the possibility of racking up a bill for Price. No matter how much you begged the receptionist she would not let you pay a dime for the room, stating that John had given her strict rules to not let you.
The images you managed to squirrel away in your mind of the egnima known as John Price would not stay hidden back there. You weren’t ready for a relationship- not after your ex. And yet, you still woke up every morning in his jacket, the smell of him was vaguely noticeable underneath the overpower scent of smoke.
You had just moved out of your ex boyfriends house and into your apartment, on the opposite side of the state. Well, your ex apartment now. The idea of having to start all over brought tears to your eyes. You had been here less than a month and already things were turning into a shit show.
Today was your first day back at work after the fire, your new manager, Sheppard or Shep for short, was surprisingly kind about the situation. He completely understood and let you take some time off to get your things together. You didn’t understand why the other waitstaff disliked him so much. They always whispered about how cruel, rude and dirty Shep was.
As you rushed into the restaraunt to start your first shift back you were taken aback to see none other than John Price and the entire crew. As you made your way passed his table your eyes locked- and that perfect smile crept upon his face. His smile felt like rays of sunshine. Like a breeze on a summer day.
“Well if it isn’t Y/N” Price bellows, drawing the attention of the whole restaraunt to you. Soap looked at you and waved, “glad to see you alive lass!” You smiled weakly back at him before glancing over to the paramedic who wrapped your hand. “Hows that hand looking” he asked, nodding at your right hand which was now bandage free.
“It’s much better. Thanks” you say, holding it up breifly. You’re positive your face is about as red as the tomatoes on the omelet Soap had infront of him. Your blood runs a cold as your eyes glance over the party and see the man in the balaclava- except this time it has a skull on it.
Who the hell wears that out in public! A shiver runs through you and Price seems to notice. “So Y/N what brings you here” he says, taking your attention away from his terrifying counterpart. “Oh uhm well. I work here” you reply, ”and if I don’t get back to clock in I might not have one much longer. But I’ll be back out!” “Good. Because you haven’t been properly introduced to the 141 house” he beams, gesturing at the men at the table with him.
With that you slip through the kitchen door and back towards the lockers. You press your forehead onto them to help cool your face down so maybe it won’t give away your embarassment. Why is he here? Does he know you still have his jacket? Oh fuck.
“You alright Y/N?” Sheps voice booms, pulling you from your daze. He drops a hand on your shoulder and looks down at you with concern in his eyes. “Yeah yeah. Sorry. I just.” You sigh, trying to collect your thoughts. Did you really want to trauma dump on your boss? His hand raises to cup your cheek, causing you to flinch.
“That crew was the one who saved me from the fire” you say, turning your face away from his hand. Something flickers in his eyes, just for a second, anger? Jealousy? Rage? You’re not sure what it is but before you can place it his eyes change back to concern. “Oh. Well. What a coincidence!” He forces a chuckle and a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’ll see you out on the floor in 5” he states, before turning curtly and walking out.
You blink a bit, startled by his sudden change, the rumors about him being a piece of shit seemed a lot more plausible now. Shaking your head, you open your locker and stuff your purse in it before throwing up your hair into a ponytail and heading back out to the front.
Lucky for you, the 141 were not in your section today. But that didn’t stop you from stealing glances over at their table in between taking care of your own guests. When you had finally taken care of your section, you decided to venture over to be introduced to the whole “squad”.
“Hey yall didn’t have to wait for me guys” you say, noticing the empty plates.
You sauntered over, catching the Captians eye before flashing a small smile, “sorry for making you wait boys” you say, noticing they had long since finished their breakfast. “Oh luv’, you ain’t gotta apologize to these muppets” Price replies, his accent thick. “Hey who you callin’ a muppet, Cap?” Gaz questions, his eyebrows furrowed in mock anger.
Price laughs and you swear that must be what heaven sounds like. “But I wanted to introduce you to everyone. That as you already know, is Gaz. Best paramedic this side o’ the town” he says, voice full of pride. “That shaggy man is Soap. Don’t ask” he quips, before you could even open your mouth. “Strange name for a strange guy” you giggle. Soap brings his hand up to his chest feigning pain, Price let’s put a small chuckle at that. “Those two are Alejandro and Rudy. They keep us well fed at the house and are pretty decent at their jobs” John says, gesturing to the two men at the other side of the table from him. Both men wave and flash you big smiles. “And this,” he says, gesturing to the terrifying man in the skull balaclava, “this is Ghost.”
Ghost simply grunts, “can we go now captian. We have shit to do” and begins to stand. “Ghost. You need to learn to relax once ‘n a while.” Price reprimands him. Before you have a chance to say anything or greet the team, Sheppard voice booms, “Y/N what are you doing? Get back to your section”. You whip your head around to see the face of your extremely angry boss.
“Shep, cut her some slack eh?” Price retorts, his face contorting into anger. What happened between the two of them? “No no he’s right” you smile weakly, trying to alleviate the obvious tension in the room. “Go Y/N” Shep says, before coming up behind you and putting his hand on your lower back and pivoting you away from the table.
“Sheppard. You don’t need to move her” Johns voice rises slightly, “she was going”. The temperature in the room was rising. “Boys it’s fine. Really. I’ll see you around yeah?” You say, voice quaking. “Of course luv” Prices says, relaxing slightly, “Cmon boys. We have shit to do back at the house.”
At this, the 141 house gathers their stuff and begins heading towards the door. Price and Sheppard exchange a death stare from across the room, causing goosebumps to form all over you. Now you had to know what happened between them.
You smile, feeling your heart slam in your chest at the thought of them leaving. Would you ever see them again? This is stupid. Just because John Price saved you from a burning building doesn’t mean he wants anything else to do with you. It’s his job. Just like it’s your job to serve them food. “Alright boys, you have a good rest of your day alright?” You say sweetly. Desperately trying to cover up how nervous you are.
The boys all give you a wave goodbye as they head out the door. John flashing you a smile before saying “it was good to see ya again, Y/N”. Now your heart feels like it’s about to smash through your ribs, he’s glad? To see you? You nearly melt as you whisper “you too John”. His eyes crinkle as his smile widens ever so slightly before heading out the door.
Seeing the boys climb into the fire truck and head out of the parking lot you felt a bit giddy. It wouldn't be the last you would see of John Price, if he knew your manager it had to mean he frequented your restaurant. A small smile crept on your face at the thought, but it was quickly wiped away by the shouting of Sheppard telling you to stop standing around.
You return to their table to help your coworker clean it up when you see it. Written on the back of the receipt in probably the worst handwriting you’ve ever seen, was a phone number and a simple message:
"Incase you ever want to return that jacket- John Price"
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⚠︎Letter⚠︎
☎︎002-001
Stalker x reader
⚠︎Warnings: Yandere, stalking, drug usage(movie chloroform)
This is an oldie, so no drawings of the guy:>
Unless someone wants to see it
Word count:1.6k
If you’re reading this letter, I hope you read it to the end.
You have the right to know everything written in here.
The first time I met you was exactly three months ago, it was a fraction of a second. you walked past me with hurried steps, I was deep in thought.
At that moment, a question that popped in my head.
Can someone know everything about a person when the other doesn’t?
……Only one way to find out.
It was an experiment, and I chose you to be my participant.
To be honest, it could’ve been anyone walking there, you were just unlucky, I guess.
So I took the plan into action and turn around to follow you home. The first thing I learned about you was that you walk really fast, as if you’re in a hurry.
But I was faster, you were relaxed, I can hear the little tune you were humming along with the music from your earphones. You liked that song a lot back then, but it changed to another lately, right?
Anyways, you were in your little world, I didn’t even have to hide the sound of my footsteps. Well, nobody is prepared for a stalker, not even me, perhaps.
I learned so much about you just that night, you would play with the straps on your bag, twist your fingers in them. Did you notice that little habit? It looks like you want your hand to be held.
And the way you breathe was quite adorable, sometimes you take deeper breaths as if you forgot to breathe.
You were a complete stranger to me, not my type, even.
But those little details were quite intriguing, so I continued on with my “research”.
Can someone know everything about a person when the other doesn’t?
For the first two weeks, I followed you through you going between work and home, at 8:30 sharp, but you often leave late, looking tired, were you being picked on? I later knew that it was in fact, true. Poor you, but it’ll get better, I’ll make sure of that.
By following you, I learned quite a lot, your favorite foods in the convenience store, how you would get all excited when you see a stray cat, or someone walking a dog.
But that wasn’t enough, I can see you have a mask on when you’re outside, always smiling, always so composed.
So, I did what I have to, I broke in your house. It was so easy, who hides their spare keys in somewhere so obvious? So I took it and had someone make a copy, they didn’t suspect a thing, even laughed and told me to be careful with my keys, after all, who would know they’d encounter a stalker in real life? It’s amusing.
I haven’t felt such emotions in a long time, the fear of being caught, the excitement of sneaking around, the interesting feeling when I think about how nobody suspected me.
Strangely, I didn’t feel guilt, I mean, never had.
(Click)
Anyways, I went in your apartment, it was way smaller than what I’ve expected, and quite messy, must I add. But it holds a certain charm to it, how you really are is so obvious just by seeing this room, I find it cute, how your pajamas are lying on the bed, how you forgot to leave the cap of your toothpaste on. Always, you go to work in a hurry and come home so late, do you have time for anything?
The first day was a little dangerous, I was so into the photo albums and the trinkets you collect in your room I almost forgot the time, I went past you when you were on the ground floor, but you didn’t seem to notice me, you looked so tired, no matter how much make up you put on it couldn’t hide those dark circles.
I felt bad for you, but I can’t help out yet, the experiment will last for three months.
Can someone know everything about a person when the other doesn’t?
After that, I often visit your house, in fact, I visit every day when you were not there. I would go in, look at all your things, then leave before sun down.
It was when I tried to go in your computer and faced a password did I realize that I don’t know your name yet.
So I went through all your stuff, finding some mail and your passport, found your password, your name and your birthday isn’t a good combination, by the way, someone bad might figure it out.
It’s too late for that, apparently.
The stuff you have in there is just, so interesting.
First of all, you should block that guy who’s keep messaging you instead of dragging it on! Why are you giving him hope? He’s disturbing you and that alone is enough for him to die a thousand times.
Next, interesting taste in fictions. We might make a good couple.
Unfortunately, I didn’t think about it too much at the time, the need to do an experiment was replaced by the excitement rather than attachment or emotions towards you, of course, I felt attached to you, but it wasn’t strong……not yet.
Then after a month or so, I went through everything I could find, including your computer, I even read all the manga and stuff to get to know you more……and I hate to admit it, but it wasn’t half bad, some had nice plots.
But at some point, I couldn’t bear the thought of not seeing you, so I went back to stalking you. I’ve gone a little rusty, but same as always, you didn’t feel it, it was a little frustrating to be honest, I don’t want you to notice me in this experiment, but at the same time I wanted you to turn your head around and use those beautiful eyes to look at me, to notice me, to show all those emotions and little details to me. I must have gone crazy……if I wasn’t at the start.
We are only halfway through the experiment, and I’ve known so, so, so much about you, all those adorable little quirks, the real side of you, you became so beautiful in my eyes when I started stalking you again, for a moment, I thought you were an angel, not the biblical accurate ones you’ve seen in fictions, the ones people think about.
It was then I realized, I have fallen, not that deep yet, but…...
If I stopped the experiment could we still be strangers back then?
Can we?
No, it was too late for that……
Just following you wasn’t enough anymore, just going through your albums isn’t enough anymore, just looking through every post you made on social media isn’t enough anymore.
I have to……no, need to touch you.
It was the biggest risk I’ve taken by far, It would be the end if I was caught.
But it was so tempting, to touch your hair, your face…..to hold your hand and kiss your nose.
I enjoy petting your hair a lot, whenever I touch them, I can’t get my hand off it it, and how comfortable you look when I pet you even when you’re sleeping.
And the way your nose would scrunch up whenever I kiss you, as if it tickles you is just so cute.
That was just so adorable I couldn’t help but kiss you again and again, in your forehead, your eyelids, your cheeks, and your lips. They were soft, but a little dry.
It became routine, everyday when you’re fast asleep I would go in your house and just look at you, if I was feeling bold I’d touch you some more.
But it’s not enough, it’ll never be enough.
I haven’t slept well ever since I met you that day, I was making notes, or planning things, you never leave my head, every second of my life was surrounded by you, but the fact that you don’t know me was driving me crazy, you did all of this unconsciously.
By the time I realized, it’s only a week until this experiment ends. I learned about anything I could possibly learn about you, the way you talk to the people you like, the way you talk to the people you dislike, the little habit you have when you’re tense, I fell madly in love with you.
But there’s one thing I don’t know about you.
What would you do when you talk to me?
What face would you make when you see me?
Some stranger who knows all about you?
I think I have an inkling.
I can predict what you do easily, it’s amusing.
Anyways, I took a little time off from you and got some……supplies, I’ll put it that way. I’ve decorated our new place in the way you like, I hope you would appreciate it. I should be in your house by now, remember to take a deep breath.
I’ll come and get you in……
5
4
3
2
1
(Suddenly, you feel someone breathing on your neck)
(when did the door click open? )
“Ah ah ah, don’t run.”
(An arm was wrapped around your waist)
”The experiment was successful, I know aAaaLlll about you.”
(A cloth covered your mouth and your nose, you try to struggle, but it’s getting dizzy.)
“But it’s time for you to know about me. After all, it’s only fair for you to know all about me when I know you so well.”
(Your consciousness is fading, you tried to attack the person behind you, but you don’t have any strength anymore.)
“Can’t wait to have those pretty eyes looking at me.”
(You lose conscious)
#yandere#yandere fic#yandere writing#yandere x reader#yandere oneshots#yandere stories#stalker#stalker yandere#yandere oc#OCStalker
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