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I Believe You Dropped Something, Mr Shelby | Tommy Shelby

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: No.

Warnings: Mentions reader is from London.

Word Count: 1,707

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⚠️ THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY MAIN BLOG @/DLMLUFICS. YOU CAN FIND THE ORIGINAL POST STILL FLOATING AROUND ON TUMBLR SOMEWHERE. UNFORTUNATELY, I HAVE TO DO IT THIS WAY. MORE INFO IN MY PINNED POST.

Y/N leaves her new flat and begins the walk to a pub she overheard a few men discussing, determining she needed to go out for a few hours. She'd been unpacking her belongings for three days. She was delighted to discover The Garrison was only a block away from where she currently resides.

The noise of the patrons inside quietens as she enters the drinking establishment. All eyes are on her as she saunters towards the bar. She tries to ignore the stares as much as she can. The bar is full of locals, and she isn't one of them.

"Could I please have a whiskey?" she asks, her London brogue heavy.

"Scotch or Irish?" the bartender says, moving away from her as he pulls a glass from the shelf.

"Irish." She responds and glances around the pub as he pours her drink. Most people have stopped staring at her, but a few are still glancing at her, some lusty, others puzzled and intrigued.

"You're not from around here, are ya love?" the bartender asks, placing the glass of whisky in front of her.

"What gave it away?" she replies, smiling pleasantly at him.

"First and foremost, you have a lovely face, far too pretty for this place." He enlightens her.

However, she does not agree with him. "I'm sure there are a lot of women around here with pretty faces and I'm sure they are much prettier than mine."

"Not as elegant as you," he says as he looks her up and down.

"You said first and foremost," she responds to his remarks with interest. "I'm interested in hearing your other observations."

"Your accent certainly distinguishes you from the other women here. You don't just look fancy; you sound it too," He goes on. "Also, the ambience you exude."

"My ambience?" She lifts her brow, having never heard that one before.

"You have a poshness about ya."

She lets out a low chuckle and extends her hand towards him, "Y/N L/N, from London."

"Harry Fenton, born and bred in Birmingham." He extends his hand to hers. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss L/N."

"Mr Fenton, please call me Y/N. I'm not as formal as you may think." She tells him.

"As long as you call me as Harry, Love." He proposes reaching an agreement with her.

The two converse for another hour, Y/N ordering another two glasses of whiskey until three men saunter into the pub like they own it, the ruckus from the other guests quickly dying down. Y/N's watches the three men as they make their way to a room off to the side of the bar. A chill goes down her spine as her E/C eyes connect with a set of vivid blue ones looking back at her. She knows she should look elsewhere right away, but she can't bring herself to do so feeling as though she's drowning in his eyes.

"Would you mind getting us a bottle of whiskey, Harry?" The man talks as he goes to pass through the entrance of the private room, the older and younger men already inside.

Her eyes widen slightly in surprise. She wasn't expecting his voice's smooth silky tone to be as alluring as his eyes and sounding as handsome as his face looks.

"On the house, Mr. Shelby," Harry replies, his tone shifting from one of delight to one of trepidation in a matter of seconds. It's enough to divert Y/N's attention away from the mystery man with the lovely but cold eyes.

Hearing the door close, she turns to face Harry, whose cheery grin has faded. "Who exactly are they?"

"Peaky Blinders," he says quickly, taking a bottle from the shelf and heading to the private room. He returns a few minutes later, his mood worse than when he stepped inside the room.

Despite knowing she'll regret it once it's done, she can't suppress the curiosity building inside her and asks anyway, "Who exactly are the Peaky Blinders?"

"It's best you not know," he asserts.

"I'm going to need to know since this is now my home."

"All you need to know, Love, is keep out of their way and they'll stay out of yours," He cautions.

Deep down, she got the feeling that, that would be easier said than done.

The city girl heeded Harry's warning for the following three weeks. She socialises with a couple of the locals in the pub and befriending her new neighbours. They weren't as hesitant as Harry to tell her all about the Shelby Brothers, what they stood for and how they dealt with things around Small Heath. There is Arthur - the oldest and most chaotic of the three, John - the youngest and best looking, according to the many women around town, of the three, and then there's Thomas, Tommy Shelby - the one in the middle who didn't hesitate to take over the family business when he needed to, pushing his older brother from leader to right-hand man. The more Y/N learns about the Shelby Brothers, the more she heeds Harry's warning, which she repeats whenever one of the Shelbys is mentioned or seen.

But just while she's paying attention to the warning, it didn't stop her from making eye contact with Tommy, his gaze constantly sending a cold chill her spine, but she still couldn't bring herself to look away. She gets a feeling there is more to Thomas Shelby behind his cold, hard, and beautiful blue eyes. He intimidated her while also captivating her.

Walking into the Garrison on a Tuesday night was a little odd for Y/N. She normally stayed at home on Tuesday evenings to go through the weekly newspaper job ads before going out on Wednesdays to apply for any job she had expertise with. She's been turned down everywhere she's gone so far. But there is one place she has yet to try.

"Good evening, Y/N," Harry cheerfully greets the young woman. Since the first night she stepped into the Garrison, Harry and Y/N have grown close. In some ways, he's taken her under his wing, teaching her everything she needs to know about Small Heath and supporting her as she settles in to her new surroundings.

"Good evening, Harry," she returns his greeting with her own, and looks around the bar, waving hello to the few people she gotten to know. "Quiet night tonight?"

"It's a bit on the quiet side," Harry says, taking a glass and a bottle of Irish whiskey off the shelf and pouring her a drink. He never needs to ask because she always orders the same drink.

"Can I ask you a question?" She enquires, a little anxiously.

"You already did, Love, but go ahead," He teases her a little but encourages her to continue.

"How desperate are you for a new barmaid?" She asks him.

"If you're going to recommend I hire you, you can think again," He frowns at her. He has no intention of hiring a woman like her to work at his pub. Sure her pretty face would attract the customers but a majority of the drunk men would only cause trouble for the young lady.

"I know a majority of your regulars, I get along with them just fine, I've proven I can handle drunken men, and I know how to pour a drink," she claims.

Harry looks at her as if he's still not convinced. He would never allow his daughter to work in a place where there is alcohol and rowdy men whose only way to escape the war is to drink themselves to death, and he would not let a lady who is quickly becoming like a daughter to him work in one either.

"Please, Harry," she begs quietly. "No one else will hire me, but if you do, I'll be eternally grateful, and you can quit fretting about not having any help."

Her words are breaking him down as she continues to list all the reasons why the middle-aged bartender should hire her. It doesn't take long for him to succumb to the young beauty's charms.

"Alright! You can start tonight but on a trial basis. You'll remain here till midnight. If everything goes well, we can talk about a payment schedule tomorrow."

She smiles at the bartender, pleased.

"What are you waiting for?" He exclaims, unable to disguise his smile as he hurls a smock at her. "Put on the apron, get back here, and start pouring some drinks."

She follows his orders and begins taking orders. When she has a minute to spare, he pulls her to the side and reminds her of the Shelby Brothers rule, speaking it as if it was a law. "Remember, when the Shelbys arrive, all their drinks are on the house."

"Do the Shelbys ever pay for anything?" She asks, and quickly regrets it when a voice other than Harry's answers her.

"When we feel like it," On the other side of the bar, Thomas Shelby stands in front of her.

Y/N's cheeks heat with embarrassment. She was unaware that Tommy had entered the pub. Her entire body is frozen to the spot, and she is speechless as her eyes are locked on his icy blue gaze. He smirks to himself, enjoying the effect he appears to have on this woman he's never spoken to before now.

For a brief period, Tommy's gaze shifts to Harry. Y/N diverts her attention by wiping the small spill on the bar top, then moves to the shelf containing the bottles of alcohol, where she discovers her voice. "What would you like, Mr. Shelby?"

"Whiskey, Irish," He tells her.

She gets the bottle from the shelf and brings it over to him with some glasses, while avoiding eye contact. "It's on the house, Mr. Shelby."

"Thank you, Miss L/N." He smirks, causing her head to snap up to meet his gaze, her eyes as wide as saucers. She hadn't expected him to know her name. He says nothing further, his smirk staying as he places some money on the bar before heading to the private room.

"I believe you dropped something, Mr. Shelby," Her voice stops him.

He smirks again, "Keep it, it's not mine."

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hot & heavy

chapter twelve: sunshine baby

neighbor!joel x f!reader

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series rating: E (18+ MDNI)

series summary:

over the course of three summers, joel miller becomes woven into your life. the first summer is spent falling for him; nannying his daughter and sneaking around with him in a burning love affair. you know how you feel about joel, he isn’t so sure about how it all is gonna work. the second summer is brief. a month spent at home after graduation and before you move to boston for your dream job. one look at you, one time hearing your voice, and joel is hooked again. he pines over you for that month, but you think — how is long distance of over a thousand miles going to work for a single dad? the third summer, you return home burnt out and pride bruised from your post-grad life. you need time to feel at home again, like your complete self, so you’ve come back home with no return ticket booked. it’s only a matter of time before joel seeks you out, slowly spending more time with you. without an inevitable end to the summer looming over you both, what chances are you willing to take?

word count: 6.7k

warnings: NO OUTBREAK (don’t need to worry about the mushies), no use of y/n, inexperienced reader, age gap (joel is 30/31, reader is 22), canon-divergent (sarah is 7 y/o), nanny au, pet names (sweetheart, darling, sweet girl, mariposa, etc.), feeling familial and self-pressure, established relationship, spanish cause joel is latino, oral (m receiving), dirty talkkk king joel miller, soft joel, possessive joel, mentions of depression and symptoms, struggling with self, discussion of parenting, angst, arguing, i'm sorry </3

a/n: everyone go give @northernbluess all the love for always helping me with beta-ing AND cause we are gonna be writing a fic together :)))) more info on her monthly recap posted the other day xx love ya bestie! y'all enjoy this chapter (i have a feeling it will be RIP to my notifs)

Mid-week, your usual nanny family lets you know that they won’t need you for the day and to take the day off. With no other plans, you decide to visit Joel at his work site for the day to bring him lunch. You throw something together and head out from the neighborhood, calling him on speakerphone. It rings a few times before the line clicks and his voice projects from the small speakers on your cell phone.

“Hi, Mari baby. What’s going on? Is something wrong? You never call when you’re working.” Joel’s side of the line is filled with background noise, men shouting, and construction sounds of hammers, saws, and machinery.

“Hey, J. Nothing’s wrong, I actually have the day off. Kristie called this morning after you left to say she was staying home for the day so I’ve got nothing to do,” you hold up your phone as you come to a stoplight, “So I thought I would come to visit you for a little bit. I made you some lunch. Where are you at today?”

Joel’s smile is evident throughout his response, his voice getting louder to be heard over all the noise, “We’re at the Maple Avenue site. Right at the corner of Lake St. Not too far from home, so I guess I’ll see you soon?”

“I will see you in, like, ten minutes. Already on my way.” The two of you make a bit more conversation before Joel has to hang up, saying that he has to go tell someone ‘how to correctly install a support beam’.

“Alright, gotta go, sweetheart. Love you.”

“Love you too, J. See you soon.”

Exactly ten minutes later, you’re pulling up outside of the work site, confronted with the vague shape of a house with the framing up. You grab the cooler bag from your passenger side and climb out of the car, crossing the road and walking up to the younger of the two Miller brothers that you see standing in front of a table of plans and chatting with an employee.

Tommy looks up and grins when he sees you, clapping the other guy on the back to grab his attention, “Look who it is! Y’know, George, you better tell the guys that they better thank this woman right here — she’s the one who’s made Joel less insufferable.”

With a roll of your eyes, you stride up to Tommy and give him a hug in greeting before stretching out your hand to introduce yourself to George. He excuses himself to get back to his task at hand, leaving you with Tommy and waiting for Joel.

“So what d’ya bring me, sis? If you bring a treat, better have enough to share with the class.” He grins mischievously and reaches for the cooler in your hand.

“Eh, none of that, Tommy! If you ask nicely, I’ll give you the food I so graciously brought for you.” You smile and set the bag on the makeshift table of folding saw horses and a plank of composite. Unzipping the bag, you pull out the extra food you made for Tommy and pass it over, laughing when he pulls you in for a squeezing hug.

“God bless you, Posey, I was gonna have to have a gas station lunch today with the amount of shit we have to get done.”

“Quit squeezin’ the shit out of my girl, Tommy.” Joel’s voice fills your ears and you laugh when Tommy pulls away, happily picking up his sandwich and unwrapping it to take a large bite out of it.

“Hey, just thanking her for feeding me, too. Also, this is good as fuck.” He points to the food in his hand while Joel sidles up next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and kissing the top of your head.

“You’re welcome, Tommy,” you reply, grinning before turning to your side while Joel gently squeezes your shoulder. “Do you have some time for lunch now? Or should I wait around for a bit?”

Joel shakes his head and smiles, leaning down to press a chaste kiss on your lips, “I’ll make time for you whenever, darlin’. Think everyone can survive for a bit without me.”

“Y’all are too much. I’ve never seen my brother like this, Posey. Please continue to keep him happy cause he’s a much better boss these days.” Tommy laughs loudly when Joel shoots him a look of annoyance, the younger Miller turning to head into the framed home to check in on the rest of the work being done. Joel picks up the cooler bag from the table and takes your hand, nodding toward the street.

“C’mon, Mari, we can eat in the truck bed. Probably better than a construction site.”

The two of you sit on the edge of the truck bed, eat, and chat about the day. Joel mentions how much work he has left for the day, clearly stressed about getting enough done before he has to leave to get Sarah. You offer to pick her up from camp and bring her home, planning to make dinner so Joel can stay longer to get some extra tasks checked off his to-do list before the weekend.

After finishing up your meal, the two of you walk back up to the site, Joel taking you on a tour through the bones of the house. He explains the vision for each room and the finishes he’s going to propose to the family building it. You follow along with him, smiling at his enthusiasm as he gestures about bay windows and oak flooring.

When the two of you are standing alone in what will at one point become a bedroom with a view of the tree-lined backyard, Joel pauses and turns to you. Taking your hands in his, he looks down at them as he laces your fingers together before meeting your eyes with a tender smile.

“Y’know, I could build somethin’ like this for us one day. We could find a piece of land we love, maybe a little bit further out of the city to get some more space. Really make it our own…”

A squeeze of his hands reassures him in the moment, matching his sweet smile with your own, “That sounds wonderful, J. But I have to say, I like our house now.”

Your smile grows wider when Joel’s does, his brown eyes catching the midday sunlight and creases at their outer corners deepening along with his dimple. He pulls you into a tighter embrace, kissing you gently before nudging his nose against yours.

“Te amo, mi Mariposa.”

“I love you too, J.”

Music is playing from the CD player when Joel walks through the door later than he usually does. His shoulders are tense, his back is aching, and all he wants to do is sink down onto the couch and relax with you and Sarah. Toeing off his work boots and tossing his keys onto the entryway table, he bites back a smile hearing the slight commotion that is you cooking — some of that noise contributed by Sarah messing around with everything, too.

The next song clicks over on the tracklist, the beginning notes of ‘Sara’ by Fleetwood Mac, a favorite in the Miller home since his little girl was born. He remembers singing it to her when she was an infant, letting her dance on his toes when she was younger. It’s been a while since he heard it, and walking to the doorway into the kitchen, a wide grin stretches across his face. The deep, dull ache in his muscles lightens at the sight of you dancing with Sarah, singing all of the words to her and her singing along with what she knows.

“Said Sara, you're the poet in my heart…Never change, never stop…” your voice carries over the stereo, Sarah’s popping in on the last two lines. Joel stands to the side, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches the two of you twirl around the island. At one moment, you catch his eyes and beam brightly at him, waving him closer and reaching out a hand for him to join.

He does just that, scooping up Sarah with a grunt to hold her in his arms while you rest a hand on his shoulder and one on Sarah’s back. The three of you move and sing together, the butterfly in Joel’s chest rapidly pounding its wings and bouncing against his rib cage.

This is all that matters, this is what he envisions for his future. Small moments like this, altogether, his girls — and maybe another baby or two.

A simple life.

The next couple of weeks are packed with nights spent between all three of you, weaving your unit tighter together. Board game night with Sorry and Monopoly, and a sore loser Joel who insisted that the official rules be read aloud, even in the instance that his own daughter was the game winner — only just pushing him out of the top spot.

There was another evening spent at the arcade and bowling alley, a rainy day that washed beyond sunset. All of you ran from the truck into the building, shaking off the droplets before weaving your way through the games until the bag of quarters you and Sarah had gathered dwindled completely. A round of bowling was played, Joel being ‘generous’ (his words) to allow the bumpers to be put up for Sarah…and you.

The latest evening, Friday night, was spent alone with Joel while Sarah was at a sleepover. Your parents were out of town with friends for the weekend, and Chris was out with some college buddies who were visiting Austin, leaving the house free for you. Joel came over, crawling into bed with you after another long day at work, and the two of you languidly spent the evening shifting between random conversations, lying together quietly, running ghostly touches over each other until the tension snapped. Intermittently, the air between the two of you would heat up, leading gentle touches to be filled with more pressure and building up until the room was filled with breathy moans and begging.

Joel unravels you once with his hands, another with his mouth; the third time he reaches for you, soft and low pleadings to fill you up, you flip him around onto his back. Trailing kisses down his bare torso, you stop at his waistband and peel away the cotton of his boxers from his sweat-sheened skin. A long sigh deflates his chest when you take him into your mouth, his precum and your saliva mixing in slick as you work your head up and down at a steady pace. He’s propped against your headboard, pillows shifted behind him, and a mesmerized, open-mouthed, and heavy-breathed look on his face as he watches you. His voice hits your ears in your focus on his pleasure, the things he’s compelled to say flooding between your legs all over again.

“Fuck, Mari…”

“Tu puta boca perfecta…(Your perfect fucking mouth…)”

“Such a good girl, a perfect fucking girl. Bet you love this, don’t you, mi zorrita? Love sucking my cock and makin’ me feel so good.”

“Gonna come — oh fuck, sweet girl, gonna let me come down your throat? Let me see you swallow it all, Mari baby?”

Your name leaves his lips in a breathless moan, his come shooting in thick ropes and spilling onto your tongue as he finishes. Lifting your head off of him, you show off the pool of it on your tongue before swallowing it and giggling as he quickly pulls you up for a sloppy kiss.

At the stroke of midnight, the two of you are treading water in your pool, only illuminated by the bulb string lights running across the pool deck. The water is warm from the sunlight simmering over it all day, the perfect bath temperature surrounding your bare bodies as you mess around. Evading Joel’s arms, teasing him as you swim away before he corners you, a satisfied smirk on his face when he stalks up to you and towers over you, tilting your head back with a dripping wet hand. He leans down to kiss you deeply, stealing the air from your lungs with its delicate intensity.

The light bounces off the surface of the water, reflecting in his eyes as you hold his gaze and silence falls over the two of you for a handful of heartbeats.

He speaks in a hushed voice as if any louder would shatter the moment, “M’gonna marry you. Gonna give you whatever kind of life you want — a house, babies, I’d move across the world with you if you wanted. Middle of nowhere. Whatever you want, Mari.”

A smile grows on your face, droplets littering your face as you match his volume, “The only life I want is one with yours.”

It’s morning on a Saturday and you’re rushing around the kitchen, sloshing coffee in your half-full mug and waiting for your toast to pop out. You have only about twenty minutes until you had promised to meet Joel and Sarah at his truck in his driveway, the time counting pressuring you, especially considering you’re still wearing your pajamas and have a bad case of bedhead.

There’s a brief moment to breathe as you take your finished toast out of the toaster and stand in front of the island to butter it, reaching for the jam as your mom walks in from the living room. You glance up at her before continuing your task, passing her a greeting that she returns while refilling her coffee mug.

“Oh, sweetie, I’ve been meaning to ask you about something.” Your mom turns toward you, leaning back against the counter. Your stomach flips at the statement, nerves at the ready to start to hear something along the lines of ‘So you and Joel…’ But that doesn’t come; instead, your mom continues with a different line of questioning. “You know Sherri’s son that was about a year older than you all throughout school?”

“Um, yeah, I think so. Isn’t his name Ollie?”

“Well, he goes by Oliver now, according to his mother, but yeah that’s him.”

Another look is exchanged when you glance up at her, picking up a piece of your quick breakfast and taking a bite. You speak with a mouthful, “Okay, so what about Oliver?”

There’s a look that your mother has given you over the years of being her daughter. It’s a smile, but not any old smile that she gives out willy-nilly. No, this is a smile for specific situations. When she really wants you to hear her out, to do what she’s suggesting — if you can even call it that. Most of the times she’s used it on you, it’s left you no choice but to follow through on what she wanted.

The look on her face is exactly that right now.

Along with that persuasive face, she stands from her place at the counter, striding over to you and resting a hand on your shoulder while she looks you in the eyes.

“Well, sweetie, you have been home for nearly the entire summer and I haven’t seen you with anyone but your college friends a couple of times or Joel and Sarah. And I mean, they’re lovely people, but you probably shouldn’t be spending your entire free time with a nearly ten-year-old girl and her dad…”

Inside, you find yourself flipping straight to anger, ready to defend those two with your life, to defend your actions by telling your mother everything. How Joel isn’t only Sarah’s dad, how he’s the man you’re in love with and have been in love with for the last few years. How Sarah isn’t your ten-year-old next-door neighbor, how she isn’t only a little girl you nannied for a summer. She’s a light in your life, a wonderful addition that you’ve received on top of your love for Joel. Sarah’s become like — like a daughter to you.

All of these words die in your throat, fearing the outcome — disappointment, possibly resentment from Joel, and confusion and likely anger from your parents for keeping such a secret. Instead, you continue to listen to your mother’s request.

“I was talking to Sherri about you, and she said that Oliver moved back from Chicago to Austin this summer, about a month ago, and he’s been looking for some people his age to hang out with — is that what y’all young people call it now? Basically, she said he’s been looking for a girlfriend. I thought, knowing he’s a sweet boy, that maybe you would be interested in meeting up with him?”

“Uh—um, I don’t—” you ramble, feeling your cheeks heat up in the scramble for a legitimate excuse.

“I mean, you don’t have to say anything now. But I got his number from Sherri so I’ve got it if you want to reach out to him. She said she chatted to Ollie—I mean, Oliver, and he said he remembered you and would absolutely be interested in gettin’ reacquainted.”

That same smile paints your mom’s face, tilting you in the direction of simply agreeing to get her to stop. But then your mind flashes you an image of Joel, laying next to him a few nights ago in bed with his boyish grin, giddy like a schoolgirl when you casually said ‘I love you’ to him before going to sleep. That is what you’re thinking of when you address your mother again, a smile of your own on your face from imagining your man.

“I’ll think about it, Mom,” you say, a flat out lie to appease her. You finish up your breakfast and down the rest of your now lukewarm coffee, rushing around her to the basement door leading to your studio. The answer is enough to satiate your mother, her returning with her filled coffee mug to the living room and leaving you to finish your mad dash to get ready for the day.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry! I woke up late and then I was trying to eat breakfast quick and my mom came in and was trying to talk to me and I still had to get ready—” you ramble as you rush across your yard to Joel’s driveway where he is awaiting next to his truck with Sarah already seatbelted in the back row. Joel holds his hands up and laughs, interrupting your train of explanation.

“Woah, woah, slow down, Mariposa. You’re like a minute late, we’ll still make it on time.” He nods to the truck, leading you around to the passenger side and opening the door for you, lending a hand for you to get up. While Joel rounds the front of the car again, you turn around in your seat after belting yourself in, smiling at Sarah.

“Hey, sweet pea. Excited about your softball game?”

“Hi, Posey! I’m excited, but also I know that Daddy’s gonna get annoyed about something the umpire does or the other team, so I’m sure he’ll get yelled at again.” Your head snaps to Joel when he climbs in, guilt all over his face as he cringes. The engine rumbles to life as it turns over, and the three of you start the drive across town to the tournament fields.

You shake your head and roll your eyes, turning back to Sarah. “Don’t worry about him today, I’ll keep him in line so y’all can have one game without him gettin’ too competitive for you all. You just have fun with your teammates and do your best.”

“Hey, I always want her to jus’ do her best. And I want the other team and the umps to do their best and not make poor calls or crappy plays.”

Sarah laughs at your playful back and forth, the two of you resigning the conversation to listen to the radio. Joel reaches across to take your hand in his, resting them both in your lap while the breeze from the open windows blows your hair around.

Before you know it, Joel is pulling into a parking spot at a park district site, the screams and laughter of children melding with the clink of metal bats and soft thuds of softballs landing in leather gloves. It pulls you back to your childhood, endless summer weekends spent across the state of Texas for your younger brother’s baseball tournaments.

Sarah whips off her seatbelt and scurries out of the car, running across the grass to meet her teammates at the dugout of their assigned field. Joel chuckles to himself and shakes his head, cutting the engine and turning to you.

“Ready to witness some riveting sportsmanship?”

“Well, from what Sarah said, I think I’ll have to keep an eye on you for your sportsmanship. Are you really one of those dads?” You lift an eyebrow, a smirk held back on your face.

“Maybe…”

With a shake of your head, you reach over and pat his thigh, warning him, “Be a good boy, and we’ll get some ice cream after. Deal?”

His thigh tenses under your touch, a quiet puff of a sigh leaving his parted lips. He shakes himself out of the daze, licking his lips and holding your eyes, “Do I get something else if I’m a good boy?”

“Maybe…” You throw his response back at him, peeling your hand from his leg with a satisfied smirk, and climb out of the truck to follow him toward the bleachers. Joel makes a detour to drop Sarah’s bag at the dugout, wishing her luck while you send her a wave from the seating area.

Climbing up a few rows, you shoot a friendly smile to the other parents there, all of them giving you a curious look. Settling on the bench, you rest your hands on either side of you, gripping the bleacher out of anxiety. The sun is beating down on you this afternoon, but it is nothing compared to the scorching stares you can feel from everyone around you, especially the mothers. A cool relief only comes when Joel makes his way over, stopping halfway up to you to chat with a couple that greet him cheerfully. You watch the umpires prepare the field, popping the rubber bases into place. The next moment, you hear your name called, following the sound to see Joel waving you over with a grin.

Carefully climbing down, Joel reaches out a hand when you’re close, helping you down to stand on the aluminum beam in front of him.

Introducing you to the couple seated in front of you, you share a smile with them while Joel’s hand rests on your waist, “This is Adam and Maria, they’re the parents of Sarah’s friend, Katie. Adam and Maria, this is my partner…”

You tune out the rest of the quick introduction when Joel uses your name, feeling a flip of your stomach when he drops the title so nonchalantly. You haven’t heard him say anything but ‘girlfriend’ in a lighthearted manner to Sarah or Tommy, and this feels way different. The word is definite, solid, and much more committed than the flippant terminology.

Getting out of your distraction, you make light small talk with Adam and Maria before Joel excuses the two of you as the game is about to start. He follows you up to the same spot you were holding before, sitting down next to you and tuning into the game immediately. Nothing more is said about how he introduced you, the tiny, one-word difference saying much more to you than any explanation could.

As Sarah’s team takes the field, Joel raises his hands and claps loudly, calling out encouragement, “Let’s go, Comets! Y’all got this!”

Sarah’s positioned at third base, with an ideal view of her from where you’re at on the bleachers. The game’s start is delayed from a change in the other team’s lineup being sorted, the pause in the fanfare causing Joel to turn to you and wrap his arm around your lower back. Wordlessly, he leans in for a chaste kiss, smiling sweetly when he pulls away and pushes his sunglasses back down on his nose.

“Didn’t get to give you a kiss when I first saw you.”

Instead of responding, you lean into his side when the umps break from the circle with the two head coaches and both of your focuses turn to the field with the first batter up.

It’s a fairly standard game until the top of the fifth inning. The field umpire called a batter safe at third after Sarah tagged her first, Joel standing up immediately and gesturing wildly as he yelled toward the field.

“What are you blind, ump? She clearly landed the tag before number twelve’s foot was on the bag. I could see it clear as day from here and I’m way older than you are, kid!”

The umpire crosses his arms, giving Joel a warning look as he strides over. Sarah stands at her base, shifting her weight back and forth uncomfortably as the girl running the bases gives her a glare. You can tell Sarah’s turning into herself, the unwanted attention making her second-guess in the moment. Every young girl has been there before, and it makes your stomach turn knowing the feeling she’s having.

“Sir, I’d appreciate it if you keep your thoughts to yourself and take them up with the head coach at the end of the game. We’re all trying to play a fun and fair game, and I’m calling everything how I see it.” The umpire stands at the fence in front of the bleachers, projecting his voice up to Joel. He can’t be any older than nineteen years old, likely a college kid with a summer job. And definitely not one that pays enough to fight with a man like Joel.

“Calling ‘em how you ‘em? You really must not have great eyesight then, son, ‘cause that was a horrible call. I’ve got reading glasses in my car, d’you think you need ‘em?” The last line gets a few laughs from surrounding parents, and one glance over to Sarah again and you see her talking to her coach, shoulders slumped and arms limp. Her face tells you she’s asking for something, a gesture toward her father standing on the bleachers.

“Sir, if you keep this up, I’m going to have to eject you from the field area.”

Reaching up next to you, you wrap your fingers around Joel’s wrist and tug harshly enough to draw his attention. One look into his eyes with a subtle glare — invisible to most bystanders but communicating everything it needs to in the moment to Joel. He resigns with a sigh, waving his hand up in understanding as he takes his seat again.

Speaking only loud enough for him to hear, you give him a playful pinch and roll your eyes, “We’re leavin’ if you pull shit like that again, ‘cause you’re mortifying your daughter and it’s not a good look to be kicked out of your kid’s little league softball game, J.”

He rolls his eyes in return, the reprimand getting him riled up again, “But that was such a bullshit call, Mari. I couldn’t let the ump—“

“You can and you will. Sarah’s here to have fun, and you’re here to watch her have fun. If she gets serious about wanting to play softball and wants to join a league outside of the park district, have at it arguing with umpires and coaches. Cause you’ll be surrounded with other parents doin’ the same shit.”

“And how d’you know that?”

“I was a witness to the dramas of travel baseball for, like, seven years of my life. Dragged to tournaments for Chris every weekend over the summer. And saw plenty of dads like you.”

Joel laughs and shakes his head, leaning closer to speak low in your ear, “Sweetheart, I don’t think there’s a dad out there who’s like me…At least I hope there isn’t, ‘cause then what’s my appeal to you?”

You snort out a quiet laugh, shoving him away lightly before jesting, “Convenience. Barely had to walk fifty feet to find a hot dad. Didn’t need to prowl the baseball games anymore.”

“Convenience? Is that all it was?” He fakes shock and disappointment, a slow shake of his head until he breaks out into a cheeky grin, “Should’ve moved sooner.”

“Well, not that much earlier, manther.”

“Manther? Enlighten me, Mari.” Joel gives you a curious stare while his arm makes its way around your back again, resting at your lower side next to your ass.

“The male equivalent of a cougar. You’re a manther.” Beaming up at him, you laugh as he pinches your side, acting offended all the while he presses a kiss to the side of your head.

“Only for you, Mari baby, only for you.”

The Comets, Sarah’s team, won the game 6-4. To celebrate, the team agreed to meet at the Tastee-Freez nearby to hang out and get some ice cream. The drive there was filled with Sarah and Joel recapping her plays, and a strong scold from the younger Miller about the older’s argument. You kept to yourself, smiling along with the jokes shot between them, sitting back to admire the two of them.

You never could have expected this kind of life with them when you saw their small family moving in from your front living room window.

Joel reaches over, takes your hand, and links your fingers together with a soft squeeze. When you turn to him, attention focusing away the road in front of you while the truck rolls to a stop at the red light, Joel meets your eyes with a tender look. His mouth lifts at the corners, pursing his lips as he brings your hands up to kiss the back of yours. The small gesture and the glint in his eyes fill your chest with a warm rush of syrupy ooze, enough heat to spread to the rest of your body and between your ribs, and leave you with tingling nerves.

The parking lot is packed when you arrive, Joel opting to park along the side of the road in the mix of grass and gravel. Hopping out of the car, Joel is quick to get around and take your hand again, pressing his lips to the top of your head as the pair of you walk behind Sarah up to the snaking line filled with her teammates and their families.

“Remember our first date here?” Joel inquires, tilting his head with a growing smile.

Chuckling, you nod and reciprocate his smile, “How could I forget? You got a butterscotch-dipped cone, weirdo.”

“Hey, if I remember correctly, you’re the one who polished off my cone and I took yours. So quit knockin’ the butterscotch dip, Mari,” Joel’s voice is dripping with nostalgia, the date you two had two years ago feeling like a lifetime ago. While the line moves forward, you lean back against his chest, and his hands find your sides, skating up and down along the fabric of your sundress. In front of you, you reach out and rest your hands on Sarah’s shoulders, smiling when she leans back into your touch. Her tiny frame sways drowsily in your arms, one of your hands reaching up to play with her curls gently.

“Feelin’ tired, Sare Bear?” Your chin tucks into your neck to look down at her and she looks up, nodding slowly and stretching her arms in front of her. Reaching your arms around her shoulders, you hold her comfortably against her chest, the three of you in a tight-knit row in line. “Well, you’ll get a sugar high from the ice cream and then you can crash at home after you hang with your friends. You just give us the word and we’ll head home, yeah?”

Joel orders for the three of you at the front of the line, refusing your offer to pay and shooing you off to find a spot to sit. Sarah eyes a table of her friends and you nudge her side, nodding and telling her to go sit with them, “I’ll survive with your dad myself, I promise.”

Sarah giggles and jogs off, leaving you to find a spot at a small table for you and Joel. He drops off Sarah’s sundae to her before he makes his way over to you, handing off your chocolate-dipped twist while he keeps his butterscotch cone. It’s always easy conversation for the two of you, discussing plans for the next morning about when to leave to take Sarah to the aquarium and what to do for dinner when you’re home.

Things are simple. Reminiscing on old memories while making new ones, watching Sarah laugh and smile with her friends.

“So, what are you gonna do when she’s a teenager?” You inquire, taking your attention away from Sarah’s posse and focusing back on Joel.

“What am I gonna do? I think you mean what are we gonna do? I’m gonna need all the help I can get, and well, you’re the one who’s been a teenage girl before.” He gestures to your cone with his, and you reach it out to switch with him. Continuing to snack on his vanilla and butterscotch, the two of you talk about what you were like as a teenager and what you think Sarah will be like.

Before you know it, your cones are completely gone and you’re left with a pile of sticky paper napkins. Sarah walks over, plopping down next to Joel on the bench of the picnic table. The three of you chat for a bit longer before heading back to the car, en route to home for the evening.

Sarah’s tucked upstairs in bed, Joel’s sock-covered feet bouncing down the stairs that you hear from your place in the kitchen, finishing up your wipe-down from cleaning up dinner. Joel plops down on the couch as you walk back into the living room, greeting you with a sleepy smile and an arm-lifted to invite you in.

Happily, you cuddle into his side, giggling quietly as he pepper kisses across your profile while you flick on the TV. Mindlessly channel searching, you’re reminded of the conversation with your mother from this morning, and remember how you wanted to tell Joel all about it.

Sitting up and turning to him, you laugh quietly as you start to recollect, “Guess what I forgot to tell you this morning?”

“Hm, what, baby?” Joel answers, trailing his fingers along the bare skin exposed from your camisole.

“My mom came into the kitchen as I was makin’ breakfast and she told me about this kid, well, I guess he’s not a kid anymore, but anyways, this kid from high school that was a year older than me and is my mom’s friend’s son. And she was saying how good he’s doing, how he just moved back here from Chicago and is looking for people to hang out with, and then she gave me this look — oh my god, if you could see this look she does, it’s like she’ll completely shatter if you don’t do what she’s asking of you — and she tells me that she got his number. For me,” you guffaw, shaking your head before continuing, “And I mean, that look, I just couldn’t say no and so I told her I would think about it—”

“You would think about it?” Joel interrupts, sitting up straighter and brow knitting together as his voice grows half a decibel louder.

You squirm in your seat, cringing at the harshness in his voice and inching away to look him in the eyes, “Um, yeah. I mean I couldn’t just come right out and say ‘no’, she would ask me a million questions why.”

“Okay? And?” Joel removes his arm from around your shoulder and tilts his head in disbelief, exhaling out a laugh as he shakes his head.

“And what, Joel? Was I just supposed to tell my mother about us?”

“Well, no, but you could have said somethin’, Mari. That’s not very fair to me—”

“What would you have wanted me to say? You aren’t ready, Joel, or at least that’s what you said, and I have been more than willing to wait but I know my mom and I know she would have picked up on something if I said no.”

“What am I supposed to think when you’re telling me this, too? Like it’s some joke, ‘Ha ha. Isn’t so great and funny my mom tried to set me up with some other guy?’ That’s not funny to me.”

“Oh my god, are you serious right now? It’s not like we’re a joke to me, I just thought it would have been a little bit of a chuckle for us. I don’t want anyone else, Joel, and I thought you would have known that by now. If anything, I should be the one feeling some type of way about having to lie to my mom about my relationship status cause you don’t want to tell them yet.”

“I’m sorry I don’t have the capacity to deal with your parents right now, I’ve got my own business to run and my daughter to take care of and you've got your own shit—”

“Don’t. Don’t even start with that, Joel. You’ve had the same business and daughter for the last two years and you’re still not ready when I’ve fully committed myself to you and been as vulnerable as I possibly can with you. I am trying really fucking hard to get better for you, going to therapy and possibly starting medication. I don’t know what else would make you feel ready. Us being married? We kind of need to tell them before that point. And also, you seem more than ready to tell everyone else in the world. Your daughter knows, your brother knows, random parents at Sarah’s softball game know. Why can’t I share you with the people in my life?”

Joel groans and leans his head back, reaching his hands up to press the heels of his palms against his eyes. You can’t help but roll your eyes, standing up and crossing your arms over your chest as you look down at him on the couch. After a moment of silence, he drops his hands and opens his eyes, looking up at you with a dead stare.

“I can’t do this anymore. Not right now.”

“And when are we supposed to do it?”

“I don’t know, Mari! I. Don’t. Know. But I do know that I can’t do it right now, and I don’t want to do all this right now.”

“Oh, so everything in our relationship is operating on the basis of ‘when you’re ready’.”

“Quit bein’ ugly, this isn’t like us.”

“It doesn’t feel like it right now. I don’t know what else you need to be ready to be fully a part of my life, Joel. We're always going to have shit going on, life is never going to get to a perfect place.”

“Mariposa, I love you, but I don’t want to do this right now. I’m going to bed.” Joel shakes his head to himself again, pushing up from the couch and rounding the coffee table. He brushes against you, hand bracing on your side while he gets past you and heads up the stairs, leaving you in the dark.

Only the glow of the television illuminates the room, tightness in your chest as you glance around the otherwise empty room. Tears fill your eyes, a trembling hand reaching for the remote to turn off the screen and the sound, punishing yourself in the lonely silence for a few minutes before tiptoeing up the stairs. At his open doorway, you tentatively linger within the threshold, Joel’s form slumped on his side but adjusting its position and breathing unsteady — still awake.

Without a sound, he sees you standing there before he lifts the covers, a normally welcoming invitation with a smile and a ‘C’mere, Mari baby.’ Instead, you walk on eggshells to the bed, slipping under the covers before he drops them on top of you, his arm tucking against his side. When you open your mouth to speak, he rolls over, back facing you. As you fall asleep, you study his broad shoulders and the curls at the nape of his neck, itching to reach out and touch him, show him your care, tell him about your love. Apologize for everything, promise to continue the seemingly endless wait until he’s ready. But you tell yourself you have to stand your ground on this and just discuss everything later like he wants.

Later. Always later.

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boxofbonesfic · 1 year

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Title: Happy New Year (A Doppelgänger interlude)

Pairing: Ransom x Reader, Lloyd x Reader

Summary: Your fiance has a special New Years surprise for you.

Warnings: Dubcon/Noncon, Dark!Ransom, Lloyd Hansen is his own warning, Switching Places, Alcohol, Mind games, Darkfic, Smut, Dead Dove: Do not eat, MINORS DNI!!

A/N: so lots of people have been asking when the first time they switched places on reader was… happy new year, everyone! divider by @firefly-graphics

“I’m sorry, Sweetheart. I’m just not going to make it home.” Ransom sounds genuinely apologetic over the phone. “Something came up. Harlan’s sick—could be bad.” Your heart sinks as he says it. You don’t want to feel anything but empathy, but instead, bitter jealousy curls in your stomach alongside it. After all, you’re family too, aren’t you? You’re engaged, aren’t you?

When do I get to come first? You feel guilty even thinking it—after all, it isn’t like Ransom hasn’t put you first in all sorts of other ways. But you’re lonely, and you miss him. You’ve been alone in this big house since just after Christmas, and it’s starting to get to you. His “day or two” visit had become three, become four—and now you were standing alone amidst the various holiday decorations you’d put up in anticipation of his arrival.

“That sounds terrible,” you say, swallowing down the bitter frustration. After all, it isn’t his fault. You know he’s in charge of so much at the publishing company, and you don’t want to complain. “When do you think you’ll be home?”

I know it’s a shitty way to spend your New Year’s,” Ransom says. “No need to sugarcoat it.”

“I just… dammit, Ran, you know I miss you,” your teeth sink into your trembling lower lip. You don’t want to cry, dammit, you’re not one of those girls who can’t spend a weekend without their fiancé. You feel silly even being upset.

“I know, Sweetheart. I miss you too. I promise, I’ll fly home tomorrow, and we’ll have a belated New Years party. Just you and me. Okay?” He sounds so earnest, it’s hard not to forgive him instantly.

“Okay.”

“Don’t say it like that, baby. I promise, we’ll make it special, okay?”

“Okay, Ran,” you say, a small watery smile crossing your features. He can’t see it, but his relieved sigh tells you he can feel the tension easing between you as well. “And you’ll call at midnight?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

You hang up the phone, and stare dejectedly at your festively decorated house. Even though Ransom’s only coming home a day later, it all feels like wasted effort now, like you invited all your friends to your birthday party and not a single one of them showed. You kick at one of the silver balloons littering the living room floor, and it pops, showering both you and the carpet in brightly colored paper confetti.

Maybe it was silly to go to all of this effort, but… you want things to be special. First New Years together, first apartment together—a year of firsts that you’d completed together. It feels bittersweet to be alone now, but you swallow it. You sigh, shoving more balloons off of the couch and collapsing onto it.

Maybe it’s not too late to call Nat.

Your sister texted you just the day before to ask if you had any special New Year’s plans, maybe it’s not too late to tag along with her. You grab your phone. It’s not too late, only a little past six as you pull up her contact info, and punch the green button to dial her.

“—as anyway. Hello?”

“Oh, hey, Nat.” You can hear muffled laughter and the low murmur of conversation in the background. “You busy?”

“Just pre-gaming before we go out,” she says. That rich, deep laugh sounds again, and your cheeks heat. You hadn’t realized Nathalie’s we included a male friend. “Your boo-thang home yet?”

You let out an awkward laugh. “Ugh, no. He, um. He got held up, family stuff. I was wondering if you wanted to come over? Maybe hang out tonight?” Even as you’re speaking, you hear someone on the other end groan frustratedly.

“Come on, Nattie,” The deep male voice is just loud enough for you to hear. “You said you were gonna make me see stars. Was that all talk?”

“I would,” You can practically hear the sly smile on her lips. “But I kind of… already made plans, if you catch my drift.” There’s a loud slap, and Nathalie’s girly giggle makes you roll your eyes. “I can stop by after?”

“I don’t think you’ll be walking after,” you retort. “Don’t worry about it. Happy New Year.”

You shuffle around the house irritatedly, trying to find something to do with yourself that doesn’t remind you of just how alone you are tonight. Depressingly, you settle on chores. You throw a load of laundry into the washer in the hallway, and meander back to the living room. You know your little decoration whirlwind will only be a hassle later, but you can’t bring yourself to take them down. The bottle of prosecco you picked up at the liquor store is still sitting in its melting ice bath on the coffee table, the two glasses next to it sadly empty.

“Happy New Year to me,” you mumble, climbing over the back of the couch and landing on the pillows with a dramatic oof. You reach for the bottle, carefully undoing the aluminum contradiction that keeps the cork in place. It pops out, skittering away underneath one of the living room chairs for you to find later. You pay the errant cork no mind, and pour yourself a liberal glass.

Bitterly, you hold it up to the quiet air in a mock toast.

“First drink of the night,” you say, downing half of it in a single gulp. The bubbles tickle your nose, but the alcohol is sweet and palatable. You finish the glass and pour another, reaching for the remote. By the time you've finished your second glass, the alcohol is sitting warmly in your belly, and the bitter, angry feeling roiling in the back of your mind is both less obtrusive and somehow more present than ever. Aimlessly, you flip through channels, watching other people celebrate the new year as you slide progressively further and further into the bottle.

After you finish your fourth glass you don't bother with it anymore, instead swigging straight from the bottle. The comfortable warmth settling in your tummy is spreading out, down your limbs, into your fingers, making your head loll as you lay there. You squint at the cable box—10:45. A whole hour and fifteen minutes left of this year.

The dryer dings, and you groan. “Stupid thing,” you mumble, staggering to your feet. Doing laundry while drunk is a skill set, you decide as you make your way to the hall closet, the floor tilting dangerously under your feet. There's a bang that echoes down the front hallway as you open the laundry room door, and you squint at the dryer, swaying as you try to place the noise. It sounds again, and it takes your liquor muddied brain a few seconds to understand—

It's the door.

“One second,” you say, hoping the words don’t sound as slurred to the person on the other side of it as they do to you. “M'Coming.” You eye yourself in the hallway mirror, and practice walking in a straight line before you reach for the door handle. “How can I—Ran?” Your husband's face cracks into a wide grin as you blink at him. “How—?” You hiccup, covering your mouth as your cheeks warm with embarrassment .

“Happy new year, Princess.” He steps over the threshold, wiping his shoes on the mat. You're so happy to see him, you practically throw yourself into his arms, sniffling. He smells good, like pine and leather. gold chain under his turtleneck rubs against your cheek through the fabric as you bury your face in the crook of his neck.

“II thought you had to, um. Harlan,” you try to make the alcohol added words make sense on your loose tongue. “Sick?” He chuckles, cupping your chin.

“Someone's had a few,” he says with a laugh, and you giggle up at him. “Besides, I needed to see my girl,” he says, drawing his thumb affectately over the apple of your cheek. “I missed you… ” He trails off, his eyes focusing on something behind you. “Did you do this?” Ransom gestures to the decorations. You nod, another hiccup forcing its way up through your lips.

“I w-wanted to surprise you. Do you like it, Ran?”

“I love it.” His responding laugh is dark with an emotion you can't name. He leans down to kiss you, his mouth moving hungry against yours. You kiss him back, and then wrinkle your nose, frowning as you pull away .

“You grew out your beard,” you say, drawing a finger across the mustache sitting just above his upper lip. “So fast…?” He chuckles.

"I'll shave it tomorrow." He kisses you again, moaning into your mouth. "Fuckin' sweet," he mumbles, worrying your plump lower lip between his teeth. He pulls away, panting, his eyes dark. a drink, Princess,” he says lowly. “I need to catch up.”

You're acutely aware of your stumbling as you head back to the kitchen for the other bottle chilling in the fridge. Ransom saves you the trouble of opening it, popping the cork and pouring himself a glass. He refills your discarded flute, and the two of you drink together.

“You really outdid yourself, baby,” he says, nodding at the brightly colored, festive streamers hanging in the doorways. You can't help but beam a little proudly at him.

“I thought you would like it,” you say, taking a sip from your glass when Ransom indicates that you should, tapping the stem as if to say bottoms up.

"Can't ring in the new year sober, can we?" He says, topping your glass back up before its even empty. "I love it. I can't believe I almost missed it," he says, shaking his head . You watch as he rounds the kitchen island, placing his hands on your shoulders. “Getting close now, aren't we, Princess?” He asks, his hands straying underneath the hem of your plain pajama shorts. “We should get ready to count down."

He walks you back out to the living room and flips on the television, a snowy Times Square appearing on the flat-screen. The music is almost too loud, and the room spins around you as Ransom leads you back to the couch. The champagne glass in your hand slips from your fingers, landing on the carpet with a soft tinkle as the stem snaps neatly in two.

“R-Ran, we sh-should—” You don't remember sitting down, but suddenly you are, splayed messily across the sofa as Ransom climbs over you. Your skin burns hot from the alcohol, and you whine as his cool fingers press into your hips.

“I'll clean it up later.” The low sultry purr makes you shiver. You can't shake the niggling feeling that something is wrong, but Ransom won't let you think. He kisses down your jaw, nibbling at your throat as he sandwiches you between his hard chest and the couch cushions. He slides down, his knees hitting the carpet with a muffled thud as he stars up at you from between your thighs.

You don't remember him sliding your shorts off, but as his breath puffs across your moist, swollen folds, he licks his lips.

"Even prettier than I thought you'd be." Something about his words gives you pause, but as you struggle to sit up, Ransom's arms tightened around your thighs, pulling you forward until your hips dangle off the edge of the couch, your thighs slung over his shoulders. “That's better.” The harsh rasp of his mustache against your cunt is lost in the sensation of his tongue sliding through your folds.

You can't even remember what you were going to complain about, the words lost in the hiss of air through your clenched teeth. Ransom does it again, parting your soft, puffy lips to circle your slick entrance with his tongue.

“Princess, you better start counting,” Ransom says cheekily, “or you’re going to miss it.”

“T-ten. Nine— oh fuck,” you whimper, your hips rolling against his face as Ransom’s tongue flicks expertly at your clit. “R-Ran—”

"I said count, Princess."

"F-five, four, three— God—!" You're barely aware of the sound of your phone ringing somewhere else in the house, but you can't focus on it, not when Ransom is curling his fingers inside you like that and—

You press your head back into the cushions, staring unseeingly at the ceiling as you cum with a whimper, your thighs clenching tightly around Ransom's head. You try to pull away, but his grip only tights, his tongue lashing against your clit as your cries grow louder, ringing in your own ears.

"Ransom, Ran I c-can't, I can't—!" You babble gibberish down at him as your toes curl. He doesn't move, though, doesn't relinquish his grip until you're dragged down underneath the current of sticky pleasure again. You go limp, tears leaking out of the corners of your eyes and down into your hair as you struggle to catch your breath.

“Happy New Year!” The television hosts jump excitedly as silver and gold confetti rain down around them. Auld Lang Syne blares from your television speakers as Ransom leans back on his knees, admiring the sloppy mess between your thighs.

“Happy New Year, Princess,” he echoes softly, drawing a finger through your trembling folds. You whine, trying to close your thighs around his hand. “Let's make it a good one.”

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thee-achilles · 2 years

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🥊.|my opinion on the moon signs as a leo moon.

just a little something while i get over the fact my work may have been stolen! el oh el! it’s been hard getting over and it hasn’t exactly been a fear until it happened, so please forgive me for not posting as often. DON’T STEAL OR REPOST MY SHIT.

aries

just found out my bio dad is an aries moon.... 🧍n e ways we don’t really have a good connection, but he’d do anything for me, which is something i’ve noticed about aries moons. despite being a fire sign, aries is DEAD ASS loyal. they also give amazing advice (sometimes unsolicited) and WILL match your energy. the moon sign to do them all the way and make sure you do you. y’all are hot hot. pun intended. a lot of aries moons i’ve met, i would never guess that they were an aries moon. you usually don’t know until you’re up close and personal with them. in traditional astrology, scorpio and aries share a home planet: mars. i don’t think it’s too far-fetched to think that aries can be just as secretive as scorpio under all that intense energy. not really judgmental, but stays loyal and true to their beliefs.

taurus

🤨🤨 now.. i have never been attracted to taurus placements. like yeah they’re venusians also, but taurus placements and i just kind of mind my own. if i am attracted to someone with taurus placements, they usually have air placements to go with it. most of the time, when i don’t trust somebody, they usually have taurus placements. now, i don’t believe they aren’t trustworthy and me not trusting someone that happen to have taurus placements from the get-go is not me saying they’re bad. i just think it’s my 8H at play and my venus opp. them. but taurus MOONS are the most with-standing in their beliefs out of all the fixed moon signs. like even if they’re wrong, no they’re not 😋 you’re wrong 🙄 y’all care heavily for your family and LOVE spoiling them with your money. i know i can go to you if i need help with something because y’all are always so methodical in situations and give very straightforward advice. fun to gossip with, but they aren’t gossipers, they just share what they know with people they trust and in turn, i tell them everything i know.

gemini

this is like the only air moon i’ve seen sit back and observe. y’all like to stay hidden. especially your talents. y’all just do something super cool one day and act like it’s no big deal 😒 IT IS A BIG DEAL 🤬 y’all don’t contribute much to a conversation. typical mutable moon fitting the mutable element stereotype 😒🙄 y’all like to collect info on people like little gremlins to use later to get what you want. undercover spy.🕴a bit egotistical, but super caring. will do what they need to do to get there. looks productive because they’re super smart, but they’re actually quite lazy and spoils themselves often. sometimes, i just want to punch y’all, but in a well-meaning way. kind of like a “get your mind out of the gutter” punch. when they find ambition for something, that’s when they work for it, and BOY is the end result amazing.

cancer

YESSSSSS YESSSSSS YESSSSSS like i’m finding out that it’s the more the merrier to me when it comes to cancer placements. come on into my space. let’s talk. i understand y’all need alone time and it’s nice to know y’all understand when i need alone time too. y’all work SO HARD. and i’m so proud of you, baby. i recognize your hard work and talent and i WILL tell you i do. you guys care UNDERCOVER. it’s giving very much kc undercover 🙄 my brother is a cancer moon and the only time i know he’s thinking about me or worried about me is WHEN MY MOM TELLS ME. she’s like “yeah your brother wants to know what you’re doing. he won’t say that to you though” it’s just so funny 😭😭 in relationships, physical touch and quality time are so important. cancer moons love hard and unconditionally, and they hope you do the same. i’ll 💓 y’all until i’m put in the ground.

leo

🦗🦗🦗.... anyways. i am a leo moon 🤞🤞🤞 so hey, brethren. ummmmmmmmmm i think leo moons are pretty awesome. i love being a leo moon and i feel like i resonate with being a leo moon so much (moon dominance lol). HOWEVER.. most leo moons i’ve come into contact with ARE SO ANNOYING OH MY GOD. like the undeveloped ones i met can’t read the room, are too dramatic (like we all are, but there’s a time & place), attention seeking, and air-headed. i need need those leo moons to also know that just because someone gives you attention, doesn’t mean they’re nice or your friend. it’s okay to be nice to people, but don’t see everything with rose-colored glasses. i know there are awesome leo moons out there and i NEED to know y’all please i am so desperate here💔💔💔💔 i’ve been stuck with annoying ass leo moons all my life i am TIRED. all the leo moons i’ve met care so hard about everything. these aren’t the people you can pick fun at without saying jk. they’re incredibly well-meaning, but sometimes it doesn’t come across that way. despite my mixed feelings on all the leo moons i’ve met, i am still one of y’all. love y’all 😍 anyways! done with my rant. it’s very evident in someone’s facial features when they’re a leo moon. the eyes, nose, lips, hair, brows.. i just know it when i see it. real eyes realize real lies, you dig?? when developed properly, leo moons are SUCH influencers. it can be very subtly too. you just garner attention when you know your power and own it. that’s my advice for my fellow leo moons. the affirmation “i don’t chase, i attract” can be VERY helpful to all leo moons because no matter how developed you are, there will be some drive to chase after the attention of something. just sit there and own it. remember you’re literally royalty. all in all, leo moons are the most leo of the leo placements and DEFINITELY wear their heart of their sleeve.🤞 (also lmk if y’all get compliments on your hair and are super specific about who can deal with it. like, my hair isn’t my whole world, but i wouldn’t let anyone touch it unless it’s someone trying to fix a stray hair or someone who wants to play with it 😍)

virgo

🤨 why are y’all always so damn attracted to me 😒 the amount of virgo moons i have come in contact with in my life is so uncanny. i just guess it from the get-go whenever i meet someone new at this point 😭 to start off.. YOU NEED TO FUCKING STAND UP FOR YOURSELF‼️‼️ stop letting people talk over you and stop agreeing with someone’s way if you don’t want it. voice your opinion. you’re a mercury moon for god’s sake. don’t go with someone else’s flow if you’re gonna suffer through it or don’t want to. y’all are so sweet and care so much but don’t show it. you give insightful advice while at the same time realizing how the person will be happiest. you guys are the definition of subtle. you see things, but don’t acknowledge them, know something, but won’t say anything, and hear something, but won’t show it. always has insight on everything. however, your face shows visible disgust when there’s something happening that you ABSOLUTELY do not like. it’s so funny too 😭 to everyone with a virgo moon in their lives, you will NOT know everything about them. they’re full of surprises. my best friend brings up something random and crazy about her childhood and i’m like 😀😀 why didn’t you tell me..? she’s been my best friend for like 7 years too. SEVEN. y’all know my leo moon wants to know everything about my close ones 😒 not like the private stuff but damn we’ve been friends for 7 years and you’re JUST now bringing up that you have a phobia of clowns when we’re headed to a fair 😀 girl bye 😒 that was just an example, btw. my bff actually isn’t afraid of anything 🙄 (hi, olivia👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩) y’all have killer music taste and tend to have rough, karmic-filled friendships and relationships. i wish i could give all of you virgo moon people a hug, but you wouldn’t know how to receive it 😭😭 earlier in my friendship with my best friend, she did NOT take physical touch well. i’m the type to randomly touch someone to let them know that i love them and eventually she got used to that. anyways, you guys are so understanding. in my top 5 moon signs 🙏 you’re one of the best🤞💓

libra

...💓 actual charmers. my leo moon loves y’all. you guys are the hypepeople of the group and will go out of your way to compliment someone. super super helpful and loves spending quality time with people they love. if they like you, you’ll know. very persuasive to the point it makes them kinda manipulative; they know how to get what the want. the most emotional out of the air sign moons. i haven’t met a lot of y’all, but when i do, y’all are SO NICE. especially meeting you guys through my blog. i’ll post something and you guys will be like “HEYYYY THEREEEEE HEY THERE YOU HEY THEREEEEEE HOW ARE YOU DOINGGGG???? TELL ME WHAT’S UPPPPP” 💓💓💓💓 you guys seem so genuine to me. that may be because i have a libra stellium, but i guess we’ll never know 🤷‍♀️

scorpio

the definition of “i gotta put me first”. y’all be fighting for your LIVESSSSS and for what? 🤨 did it ever occur to you that you are making your problems worse by THINKING they are worse than they actually are? 🤨 so dramatic omg 🙄😒 who’s the real leo moon here 🙄🙄🙄🙄 i jest, i jest 😍 scorpio moons remind me of a trail that’s always on fire and y’all are just running ahead of it. crazy artistic, crazy ambitious, knows when something is worth working for. you guys are COLLECTORSSSSSS. you guys have mini little collections of the most random things and i absolutely love to look at them and hear you tell me about them. oh you collect coins? cool! where did you find them? why do you collect them? which one is your favorite? it’s the few times you actually get to see a scorpio moon express themselves openly and my leo moon just soaks it all in.

sagittarius

i truly vibe with y’all. even if some of y’all don’t take most things seriously, you understand when you need to. you can gage my emotions easily, especially when i’m angry. y’all are SERIOUSLY SO FUNNY. you say the most out of pocket things and i live, die, and breathe for it. my fav out of the fire moons, sorry 🙄 you guys are poetry in a different language; i don’t understand it, but i know it’s beautiful and that it comes from the heart. most sag moons i’ve met share a physical touch love language with me. i relate with y’all on a physical and spiritual level. like gemini moons, they won’t act with passion until they find something they’re passionate about. and i mean PASSIONATE. places their intelligence outside of school matters and tends to be easily distracted. i think homeschooling people with this moon sign would be best for them. tends to gravitate towards their mother while at the same time having mixed feelings about them, but would defend them STRONGLY. definitely the “i can make fun of them, but you CAN’T 🤬” moon sign. better in a large friend group. let’s stay up and gossip together 😍

capricorn

one of my FAVS. you guys are so awesome and super caring. you understand that everyone expresses themselves in a different way and you’re much more open than people realize. i’ve met so many of y’all and i always get a maternal energy from you. you compliment my fiery energy perfectly and you’re perfect to discuss and decide plans with. decisive ass hoes who like control. you guys are the type to text me out of the blue to tell me you love me. you guys HAVE to know how special you are. if you’re a cap moon, hit my line and let’s be bffs‼️‼️😍😍😍😍😍 definitely in my top 5 of my favorite moon signs. i know y’all aren’t very expressive with your feelings, but if you EVER need to talk to someone, you can talk to me. y’all are crazy strong. physically, most cap moons i’ve met have super pale skin and dark hair and freckles. their eyes can be light too. they usually have wavy hair, but tend to use heat on it. also like softball, i’ve noticed, or played it for a while. i love y’all💓💓💓💓💓💓

aquarius

y’all are so chatty. not in a mean way, but it’s amazing how long i could talk to y’all for. also we could talk shit about ANYONE together and you and i won’t tell a soul. like it won’t leave the environment we’re in. y’all also know how to detach WONDERFULLY. that’s one thing i’ve learned from aquarius placements: detachment. but despite y’all’s skill for detachment, y’all always gotta stay attached to that one thing that’s no good for you 😒 channel aquarius’s sister sign leo and just leave that hoe 🙄 do what’s best for YOU. y’all aren’t overly dramatic, but when you do express feeling, it’s REAL. you keep it real, even if you attempt to hide it. y’all tend to experiment with your style a lot, and i love love love it. my venus in scorpio loves to see the constant change y’all have going on. you always look good too 😳 also y’all’s hair so unique in some type of why, but you still manage to make it look amazing. gotta give credit where credit is due, yk? 😋💓

pisces

i do be suspicious of y’all lowkey. like i KNOW y’all got something goin on. will i ever know? no. do i know you def have something happening? yes. i’ve got an inkling y’all can be some manipulative ass mf if y’all want to be. i’ve met very few of you, but i KNOW under all that ☺️ is 👹. i gotta stan though. i think it’s the neptunian undertones that make me so suspicious. y’all are crazy devoted to what you love though. you’re definitely more people-pleasing than self-serving and i think you need to find a good balance between the two to find ideal comfort. if y’all want to bake, know you will SLAY at it. everything you bake tastes so GOOD like damn... please bake me a pie🙏 were y’all horse girls when you were younger? not even the stereotypical horse girl, but like.. LOVED horses? a few i’ve met were like that 😭 you go, girl, gallop around that gym pretending to be a horse 😍 you like to keep your hair up and out of your face and tend to wear one hairstyle for a LONG time. like to stay in comfort and isn’t the type to take risks, unless other placements say different. you guys can keep y’all’s messy past hidden so well. trust me, i know 😟 sneaky mfs. it’s none of my business though 😒 love y’all 😚😚😚😚

thank you so much for reading! i’ll post more soon :) i’m currently in vienna and then will be heading to germany on vacation! if y’all want, i can post photos 😍 love you guys :) <3333

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blueberrypancakesworld · 11 months

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How does the Sawyer family react when you wear something from them?

warning : fluff, comfort, kiss, reader is female, no use of Y/n

characters : Leatherface, Nubbins, Drayton -> all from the 1974 movie

info : This was written in less than an hour because I have this little obsession that's come over me (I suspect it's from the upcoming tcm game) and I really wanted to write something for the three of them, but I didn't have most of the time which is why this is here.

Have fun reading.

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Leatherface

°On some hot days in texas, even the blood-soaked clothes seem to be too much. You've been sweating for hours in your short skirt and top and you just don't cool down. The cannibals, including your boyfriend, were somewhere else in the large farm compound, either preparing food or working on something.

°You were hanging out on the couch tinkering with something made of small bones. An early birthday present for Leatherface and chatting a bit with grandpa when you saw one of the apron leatherfaces in the corner of your eye.

°,,Wait a minute, grandpa, I'll tell you where I got the bones," she said, getting up from the couch and putting the bracelet aside before taking the apron in her hand. The leather was surprisingly cool and even though it was too big it was more than comfortable. I'm sure he won't mind, she thought and disappeared with the apron into her small room, where she retreated from time to time.

°Only to come out a few minutes later dressed in his apron. You had turned the ends into a belt to prevent her from slipping, but god did it feel more comfortable. The leather which was surprisingly soft against her overheated skin was cooling. For the moment she didn't care that she was naked underneath. There were worse things.

°She was just about to sit down on the couch again and talk to grandfather when the front door opened and an astonished leatherface stood there. ,,Hello, my cake," she greeted her friend and turned in her apron with more than just a good view of her backside. She heard his grunt and the way he moved the chain ropes back and forth a little, as if he was a little overwhelmed.

°But she thought it was cute and instead went up to him to put her hand on his cheek. ,,I was warm...and well there was nothing better" she said truthfully and felt him take her hand in his, put the chainsaw down and nodded at her almost as if to say it's okay I like it. Before he yelled and pulled her into his room, he seemed to enjoy it more than just seeing her like that.

Nubbins/Hitchhiker Sawyer

°The knife went down on the wood and the animal on top of it went down again and again. Was it an animal at all? Or had Leatherface hooked up with someone again? She didn't know, but it didn't matter. She had held the knife long enough to know what she was doing, whether human or not.

°But although she was precise with the knife, she struck it once too hard and the artery burst under the weight, spattering the "new" top of her victim and causing her to curse. Damn, it's hard to get that out," she cursed under her breath and slammed the knife into the wood where it remained.

°As she left the kitchen cursing, she went to her room to look for something new. But she just couldn't find anything either too warm or too long or just too dirty and rancid with the smell of blood and death. Not that she minded, but she couldn't attract victims that way.

°Searching further in the large farmhouse, she found a T-shirt lying on a chair in the corner of her eye. ,,Bingo!" she shouted delightedly and went to the chair where she took the shirt and took off her dirty top. Putting on the new shirt, it fit Spgar quite well and she was glad.

°She was about to go back to the kitchen when she heard giggling and whistling. ,,H-Hello, pretty," she heard the voice of Nubbins, who had come into the house and was watching everything calmly, much to her surprise. ,,I think that's yours," she murmured and took a closer look at the shirt. It even smelled like him, even though the smell could easily be mistaken for death.

°Walking towards him, she saw his grin and laugh before he made a few almost uncontrollable movements. ,,Let's-let's make it d-dirty is nicer" he said excitedly and grabbed her hand before pulling her out of the house laughing. But she returned the favour, delighting in his brightness and fondly ruffling his hair, which he enjoyed before the two of them went in search of new dead things to photograph.

Drayton Sawyer

°The smell of cooking meat with leftover vegetables and gravy wafted through the house, followed by several yells, cursing noises and Nubbins and his brother running out of the house to escape Drayton's broom.

°Unimpressed, she still looked at her place on the couch and went through some old faded recipe books before going to the kitchen to join Drayton. She could still hear him grumbling as he began to cut the meat into smaller pieces and sort out the rough bones.

°She went to the pot and just dipped her finger into the food to taste it. But as soon as she tasted it, she felt something drip onto her shirt. ,,Oh, no, it's just been washed!" she flared out loud, ignoring the slightly confused look on the older man's face as she ran past him to clean up the mess.

°She seemed to have been looking for her clothes for an hour and she was sure that Nubbins had stolen them again. The stain had dried up and she was about to give up when she saw a white shirt lying on the table, sorted by morning. It'll be fine, she thought aloud and took off her top to put on the shirt.

°She was just about to button up the pleasant, airy fabric when she felt someone put a hand on her hip, almost gently, so as not to startle her. ,,Such an old man...what did I do to deserve you?" she heard Drayton's voice as she turned to him and saw the small smile. ,,Old is a matter of opinion," she replied and saw him smirk before he started buttoning her shirt.

°She knew he often had bad days and was sometimes more than overwhelmed but she helped him as best she could between all the other things she was doing. Before he was finished and she happily joined him, they went back to the kitchen together.

°Where they both had some quiet time to themselves before he chased his brother out again to finish the meal. But when she came up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, not only did he blush, but any frustration was gone from his face. Before he became the calm gentleman she could. Simply too cute.

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@foggyreadingromancepsychic thought you might like it if not it's totally okay

#tcm 1974 #texas chainsaw massacre #leatherface #leatherface x reader #leatherface x you #no use of y/n #reader is female #nubbins sawyer #nubbins x reader #drayton sawyer #drayton sawyer x reader #fluff #comfort #kiss #on the cheek

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Yk, I dont like angst, and I so do not like cheating fics. I agree with u, it could be triggering for me as well. (I read it anw still bc I like hurting myself) But i really love how you ended all of it. Never once did the reader forgave and took Bucky back. Love it.

If I may suggest, (solely for my petty ass self’s satisfaction) something for boundaries bucket and Sharon.

Like the group intentionally planned on going somewhere (just overnight) and excluded Bucky (a vacay, a celebration). Thats just the start tho. Bc y/n decided to invite Sharon to accompany bucket while theyre gone. And all of these info were given to bucket right before they left. Something like:

B: hey where are we going tonight?

Y/N: oh well, its (insert event) and WE *literally pointing at the group and excluding bucket* will be gone until tomorrow.

B: bu-

Y/N or nat idk hehe: and since we care sooo much abt you getting lonely here, we decided to invite Sharon over, so she could entertain you, keep you company, yk? You seem to like her presence so much anw.

B: no. I do not want her in anyway at all. I dont need her here. Just send her home.

Steve(?) maybe: oh do you not like the idea of us knowing? You guys would like to interact with the idea that you guys are hiding? You like the thrill?

Y/N(?) maybe: well, easy, maybe just forget and pretend that we dont know!

set it up like this in your head Sergeant Barnes, we told you we would be gone overnight, you decided this is the perfect time to go behind our backs again since yall badly miss and need e/o, so u invited her here, and bam! There ya go. You got the whole scenario set up.

Steve (?): I heard she misses you, you must miss her a lot, no?

B: no. No I do not want anything involving her, never needed nor missed her. If she goes here….

IDK SOMETHING LIKE THAT (it doesnt have to be exactly the way the convo went). I just love the idea of them always excluding bucket out unless necessary to include him, then pushing it in his face that he chose Sharon’s pussy over everything else, so he must live with it. Also Sharon may have liked bucky but all she would get from bucky after that incident is a glare of disgust. She kept throwing herself at bucky but in the end bucket avoided her like plague, even said he hates her more than hydra.

(Idk maybe im petty? Maybe I do not let go easily? Maybe im putting the blame too much on Bucket, but I just want them to suffer sooo much, emotionally.)

But this is just a scene? I think? Its your choice what plot, how it starts or ends, whatsoever, I trust ur creative and beautiful mind 💙

I'm sorry this took for fucking ever to get to, I hope this is sort of how you imagined it.

Months later after the incident:

Bucky looked at the pile of bags by the door, confused since he hadn't been told about any missions and it was rare the group went anywhere together. You sauntered in with a tiny sundress, adding a few last minute items to your bag, ignoring Bucky as he looked at you longingly. He still loved you. So much.

It was one thing to lose you if things simply didn't work out; the way he lost you was so much worse. He clenched his fists, trying to calm himself down before speaking.

"What's with all the bags...?"

You turned around, smiling at him sweetly, the smile he missed so much. The smile you only genuinely gave

"Well, WE are going to Clint's cabin for the weekend"

"Oh-

"Surprised no one told you, after all I even invited Sharon just to keep you company"

You shrugged at his hurt expression, continuing to arrange your bag. Bucky's jaw clenched, he'd ignored Sharon’s mass of calls and texts, surely 50 of them must have been regarding this trip but he never bothered checking.

“I- I don’t even want her, just send her home, or uninvite her, I never even liked her, she-

“She was wrapped around your dick” You snorted while Steve came to start putting things in the Jet.

“Go easy on him y/n, maybe they just like the excitement of sneaking around and and fucking each other behind peoples backs. Honestly, if that’s what gets you off, we’re more than happy to pretend we don’t see you”

You nearly cackled while Steve threw a few bags over his shoulder, not bothering to look at Bucky who was most likely about to cry.

“Just pretend we don’t even know! I’ll even lay it out for you, picture this. We just told you we were taking a quick trip out of state and since you’re star crossed lovers, who just desperately miss and need each other so badly, you decided to take a romantic getaway here while we were all gone. I’m pretty sure Tony made some upgrades to the cabin, the walls are probably sound proof”

“Y/n, please...” Bucky looked at you with pleading eyes, this was so much worse than any pain he’d experienced before. “I don’t like her, I still love you”

You ignored him, zipping up your luggage while Nat walked by smirking.

“Hmmm I heard she misses you” She sassed, rolling her eyes seeing Sharon making her way down the elevator. “You must miss her too, right? You guys had some real chemistry”

Bucky remained silent, watching you while his heart continued to break. You were supposed to be his girl. It was supposed to be you. The girl he married, the girl he had a family with, the girl who he grew old with.

He hated it. He hated himself. He had 100 choices he could have made every single time he had slipped up. It was bad enough it happened more than once. He betrayed you. He betrayed Steve. He couldn’t even look at himself in the mirror, feeling pure disgust and guilt with himself.

Did he fuck up royally? Yes.

Did he genuinely love you? Also...yes. And he always would. This wasn’t something he was ever going to move on from.

“Baby...” Bucky’s voice cracked as you shook your head, walking away. He’d times as many times as he could, begging and pleading. He knew the damage was done. He knew you’d never come back to him, even though he was going to wait for you for the rest of his life.

“Bucky!” Sharon smiled, making her way towards him. Bucky felt bile rise in his throat, it didn’t matter how many times he told her he was done, she continued to throw herself at him. “You didn’t reply to my message. Everyone’s going to the cabin”

“Don’t you feel an ounce of guilt?” Bucky growled, staring at her packed bags in disbelief.

“For what?” She snorted, shrugging nonchalantly, her eyes trailing up and down his body.

“Sharon, I- never mind. I can’t make this any clearer, I’m not interested”

Bucky tried to shove past her to go back to his room while she ran after him, grabbing his arm.

“But it’ll be so much fun! We’ll even get our own room” She whispered by his ear and Bucky could feel his blood boil. He yanked his arm out of her grasp, nearly knocking her off balance. “Don’t you like me-

“WILL YOU FUCK OFF?! PLEASE?!” Bucky took a few steps back, his patience reaching his limit. “I NEVER FUCKING LIKED YOU”

Sharon gaped, staring at him like a fish out of water. Nothing pissed her off more than the fact that Bucky still liked you,

“Why the fuck do you still like her?! Have you seen her? You can do so much better-

Bucky ran a hand over his face, taking a few deep breaths that did nothing to calm him down but he didn’t want to do something he’d regret. He’d already done enough of that.

“Fuck off. FUCK OFF I lost my girl because of a stupid fucking choice I made, I’ll deal with those consequences now, but that doesn’t mean I want you. I never wanted you. We fucked. That’s it. I loved her and I STILL love her”

“You-You can’t do this to me,

“Sharon, in all fucking honesty, Hydra wasn’t as awful as you”

Sharon scoffed, tears streaking her face as she threw her bag to the floor before going back to her room.

“Shall we go, pretty lady?” You squealed as Thor effortlessly swept you off your feet from behind, carrying you to the jet. (Or some other character if Thor isn’t your cup of tea, pick through your roster of choices)

“You don’t have to carry me” You giggled, throwing your arms around his neck, snuggling into his hold.

“And let my princess walk while carrying these bags all day?” He gasped, before kissing your nose. “Absolutely not”

Bucky watched you leave in his arms, your eyes twinkling, your laugh echoing down the hall. He broke a hole in the wall. Then another. Even after utterly destroying his room, he felt nothing. No sense of relief. You were gone. You were not coming back.

The nightmare he brought on himself would never end.

(and then it was all a dream, and he woke up from the nightmare and you were snuggled by his side and he proposed to you the next day and you got married and Steve was the best man and then you had lots of sex and had lots and lots of babies and grew old together the end im never writing about this godawful au again)

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widowbitessting · 2 years

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Submitted by readings-stuff: Hello I hope you are ok i love the SMU it’s a great story and can i please be added in the tag list

And for a promt it’s date night and the reader is late because she had an accident and broke her leg and the girls are waiting and the reader or MJ calls them telling :;can’t make it to our date because i had an accident. can you please make telling this sentence in a funny way

Thank you and I hope you have a lovely time

Hope this is okay for you! 💋

Warnings: Fluff, bad writing?

Words: 1239 words

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You broke your leg.

There’s really no other way to say it.

You may or may not have gotten a little too cocky when rollerblading down the street and well…yeah…that happened.

But you managed to pull off the trick you had been practising for hours though!

So it wasn’t all for nothing.

You are driven to A and E in an Uber, MJ, who is gradually growing more and more paler by the passing second, sits next to you.

You can’t tell if she’s holding your hand for your benefit or hers.

The sight - and the sound it had made when you fell down the stairs - of your leg is knocking her sick.

When you get there, the car skids to a halt outside the emergency room and MJ charges in.

“MJ!” You shout.

She comes running back.

“I don’t know -”

“Get a wheelchair.”

“Wheelchair! Yeah! Okay, where are the wheelchairs?”

“I don’t know! Fuck this really hurts dude!”

MJ runs back to the hospital, barging past some people, making a guy drop his books.

“Sorry!”

Two seconds later she comes charging out and accidentally drives over the same man’s fingers with the chair she has.

She slows down to smile sheepishly down at him.

“Hey…at least you’re in the right place for that…”

“MJ come on!”

“Sorry again!”

She quickly sets off running again.

Cue MJ trying to carefully get you out of the car without, a) dropping you, b) touching your leg and c) causing more damage to you because holy fuck -

“- they’re gonna be so mad, Y/N/N!”

“MJ be careful…ow!…ow!…don’t drop me. Please be careful! Don’t close your eyes!”

After a stressful minute, she gets you into the chair and together you both rush inside.

MJ nearly drives past the reception desk.

“Dude, slow down!”

You turn quite a few heads and as you’re slowly backed up to the Reception desk, you awkwardly smile at everyone staring.

“Nothing to see here…” you mutter.

“Listen, my friend’s in a lot of pain. Her leg is broken!”

“I’m not in that much pain.”

“Ma’am-”

“Y/N, it’s bent in the completely wrong direction, how can that not be hurting?

“Ma’am-”

“It just isn’t!”

“Ma’am!”

MJ snaps her attention to the receptionist who’s holding a clipboard out.

“Get her to fill some forms out and we’ll get a doctor out as soon as we can.” The nurse pauses. “Do you need any water, dear?”

“Y/N?”

“I’m asking for you, ma’am. You look rather pale.”

“Yeah…water sounds good.”

“I’ll bring some over to you.” The nurse smiles.

MJ wheels you over to a vacant chair, spins you around and then sits next to you.

“Okay, so, we need to write your info down.”

“I heard the lady, MJ.”

MJ gets the pen ready.

She fills out most of the information while you look around.

It’s pretty busy.

You spot an elderly lady with her grandson who’s hand is stuck in a vase.

You see a fair few injured people, including yourself, and try to fight the urge to vomit when you look down at your own leg.

Only, it just dawns on you.

“You’re gonna have to call them, dude.”

MJ barks out a laugh and looks at you.

“Yeah, that isn’t gonna happen.”

“Why? I’m the one with the broken leg!”

You pass her your phone to which she reacts as if you just handed her a pile of vomit.

She drops it and it clatters to the floor.

“Y/N, I am not going to call your lady…mommy friends…to tell them that you’ve broken your leg with the gift I got you.” MJ leans down to grab your cell, checking it over for you.

“Why?”

“Because they would kill me!”

“Please MJ! I’d owe you so much.” You throw her your best puppy dog eyes. “I’m gonna be late for date night!”

“Nope.”

“I’ll buy you as many hot chocolates as you want.”

“Y/N/N, I’d bankrupt you.”

You gawp at her.

“How are you so obsessed with hot chocolates, MJ?”

“No, the question is: how are you not so obsessed with hot chocolate?”

You bust out laughing which then jostles your leg and you wince in pain.

“Fuck this hurts.” You huff out a sigh. “Did I look beautiful doing that trick though?”

“You did,” MJ replies, filling in some more of your information; resisting the urge to write being a fucking idiot in the ‘how did the accident occur?’ box. “You even fell gracefully. You should be a ballerina.”

“After this? No chance.”

You both lull into a comfortable silence and before long, your eyes are feeling heavy and you’re drifting in and out of sleep until your head thumps onto MJ’s shoulder.

“How? You’ve got a broken leg!”

MJ takes a quick selfie of the two of you and posts it to Facebook, tagging you in it and captioning: Even in pain, my bestie will sleep anywhere!

It takes MJ five minutes to realise her mistake.

Your phone all but explodes in her lap, buzzing frantically as you receive frantic texts and phone calls.

“Shitshitshitshit-”

She manages to unlock your phone - ‘cos best friend goals or what? - and reads the messages in your group chat; flicking Natasha’s incoming call out of her sight.

MJ soon learns her next mistake as Wanda texts: Y/N we know you’re there, you just read out messages.

“Fuuuuuck sake.”

MJ looks at you and can’t bring it in her to wake you.

But she can’t bring herself to ringing your girlfriends either.

“You owe me big time for this dude.”

She finally decides on ringing Natasha back.

Her leg bounces nervously as it rings.

Natasha picks up immediately.

“Y/N where are you? Are you okay?”

“It’s MJ…”

“MJ?”

“Hey…”

“Where’s Y/N?”

“Currently snoring on my shoulder.”

“Is she okay? What happened?”

“She’s fine. I…don’t think she’ll be able to make your date night though…”

“Why?”

“Let’s just say she’s bone tired…”

“What?”

“I can feel it - and see it - in my bones that Y/N won’t make it tonight.”

“MJ you are making no sense. Where are you?”

“…the ER…” She mutters, “hey…if Y/N can’t make it tonight, can I come?”

Natasha goes so silent that MJ has to check the phone is still connected.

“See you soon.”

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The genuine fear that spikes through MJ when she sees the three women storm into the waiting area is enough to have her jump to her feet.

Not long after her phone call, you were wheeled away to be treated and MJ has been eyeing the entrance ever since.

“Where is she?” Wanda asks first. “Why is she here? What happened?”

Only, before MJ can tell them, a doctor makes her way over to the group.

“Are you here with Miss Y/L/N?” she asks.

They all say yes near enough at the same time.

Sensing their anxiety, the doctor is quick to reassure them.

“Don’t worry, she’s perfectly fine. We’ve had to give her some pretty intense pain medication while she waits for her X-Ray.”

“What happened?” Natasha asks.

“She’s broken her leg. We’re going to get her in for an X-Ray to see just how badly it’s broken and then we’ll go from there.”

“Can we see her?” Carol asks.

“Normally I’d say no but…go on.” The doctor motions to the door. “She’ll be happy to see you.”

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I have written a little more for this but I wasn’t sure if people wanted to read it and becuase I don’t know shit about hospitals and what happens when you break your leg but if you want the rest, I’ll post it! 💋

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marsgod · 2 years

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*＊✿❀【Ｃｒｕｓｈｅｓ~】❀✿＊*

| Info you need!

PT. 2 of <a href="https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/marsgod/690423328712900608?source=share" class="tumblr-link">this</a> w 1/2 of Ignihyde + Savanaclaw

Warnings; The characters being themselves (it’s a 🚩but you’re reading it and i’m writing it so HA-), fluff

IDIA is, in short, insufferable. I mean this in the nicest, understanding way I can mean it, the one time you’ll ever see him run (or speed walk) is when you’re on his radar.

I don’t mean running to you, he’s running away bc there isn’t any save buttons or dialogue options.

How he ended up liking you? Nobody knows but he just started thinking “Oh i rlly wanna kiss and cuddle them” and aborted everything from there

he’s so obvious it’s not funny anymore god just pls confess so everyone can stop being forced to watch

but make it like, the most anti-climatic confession ever bcus otherwise theres a big chance he will combust.

LEONA likes you, he doesn’t try to hide it but he also doesn’t try to directly say that he loves you

in short, insufferable because he gives you so many signs and then backtracks and then it’s a whole thing

he’s possessive but then rolls his eyes when you ask about it, he’ll cuddle you while napping but then push you off just to be an asshole

I love this man sm you don’t understand but he’s also so infuriating you don’t understand-

The only true reason you end up knowing he likes you is the fact that he purrs whenever you’re around, and maybe Ruggie got sick of being forced to watch it

Ruggie is obvious in a not obvious way? like, he’s obvious to others but you don’t realize how obvious it was til after and you think back and just sigh

n e ways- He’ll share a little of his food (it’s still his) and goes out of his way to do random things for you

he wants your attention!! but also if you give it to him he gets super defensive bc what do you want from him so find a way to do that without <em>doing</em> <em>that</em>.

Leona watches but doesn’t make a move to say anything, this is drama and he’s loving it

if you try to actually ask for advice, he’ll only try to make it more confusing

Ruggie follows you around a lot, and will generally let you get away with generally anything, he won’t hold the fact you cheated on Mr. Crewel’s test above your head… oops..

Anyways, he’ll come out and say it but in the most teasing way possible bc you didn’t get the hints and years later he still holds THAT above your head

JACK is.. Obvious, all you have to do is look at his tail, and maybe the fact he immediately goes to your side when you enter a room (that’s if he doesn’t follow you out)

His tail wags and nothing he does will ever stop that, he will deny it but we all know it

Jack, besides his tail, will bring you small gifts of mostly meat, but maybe flowers that he thought smelled nice or sum

He also likes to encourage you to work out with him, simply to spend more time with you <s>and impress you</s>, but if you don’t then that’s okay!! you can just walk and time him! <s>and be so totally impressed by him</s>

If you, by some miracle, don’t get the hint that he likes you, then he gets slightly mopey but he distracts himself by working out or.. literally anything that doesn’t leave him alone!

Ruggie and Leona thought it was funny at first but by now they just want to hit their heads against a brick wall

Once you finally accept his feelings for you, anytime he see’s something that reminds him of you, his tail is wagging

That car over there that’s (color)? oh yeah, that reminds him of that one time with his s/o-

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hazbinextgeneration · 6 months

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Demon Bride Ch31 Interluding P4

(DISCLAIMERS AND IMPORTANT INFO!!!: EVERYONE in this story is in their early 20s-30s! This story will contain mentions of past abuse and death! I'll be keeping it as SFW. Some backstories have been slightly altered for this particular story, and some characters cannonically dead or harmed is alive and well. I own nothing.

Credit to @flanelltees for the designs I based the demons off to look more demon-like with tails and pointed ears.

This story will be sfw, but there will be some blood, implied death, fighting, some gore mentioned, and a few other things that will be made aware by warnings. Pay attention to warnings at the top of any chapters just under the summery please.)

Once in the mountain villages it was a custom that once a year on the night of the new year's first moon, an unlucky young lady would be selected and left for the demons to become one of the unlucky few who married such a husband. In exchange for this offering the demons would protect the villages and leave the humans in peace. Until one day a powerful warrior drove the demons away freeing the humans of them. Now 2,000 years later, it's become a tradition that once a year, a new young lady would be picked and wait for her future husband to retrieve her from a shrine in the mountains. And now the lucky tradition would fall upon Y/n L/n. It would be her own turn to take on the tradition and not have to worry about demons. After all that part of the old tradition was just fake, made up by paranoid ancestors. Everyone knew demons didn't exist....Right?

(WARNINGS!!!:Mentioning of killing.)

First Part Here:

Demon Bride Ch 1 Thus It Begins

(WARNINGS AND DISCLAIMERS!!! EVERYONE in this story is in their early 20s-30s! This story will contain mentions of past abuse and death! I'l

TUMBLR

Last Part Here:

Next Part Here:

(These are some events and important bits that happened between the chapters that mostly focused on reader and other demons.)

The air smelt of smoke. The land had been burnt of fire. Many of his servants were hurt and Eri was running around like a panicked chicken looking everyone over. There hadn't been any deaths thank goodness. But-

"THIS IS A DISASTER!!"

Most everyone winced or looked at one of the Upper Moons ranting looking a mixture of panicked, sad, raged, and if they were to be honest almost about to cry as his hands dug deep into his long black locks.

"MY HOME IS DESTROYED!! THE GARDEN IS COMPLETELY BURNT!! WE WON'T BE ABLE TO GROW ANY FOOD!! THERE'S A GAPING HOLE IN HALF MY HALLS AND ROOF!! I HAD SHELVES OF IMPORTANT DOCUMENTS IN SOME OF THOSE ROOMS!! I WON'T BE ABLE TO REPLACE ANY OF THEM!! THE MASTER IS GOING TO GIVE ME A SLOW AND PAINFUL DEATH FOR THIS!! AND WORST OF ALL MY SERVANTS WERE NEARLY KILLED AND I'M MISSING A WOMAN AND CHILD!!" KyoGAI hissed and Screamed out an unintelligible screech before rounding on his heel to face the just as equally angry Upper Moon next to him. "BUT WORST OF ALL YOU COME ALL THE WAY HERE TO TELL ME THAT THEY WERE KIDNAPPED AND NOW KAIGAKU IS TAKING THEM OFF TO WHO KNOWS WHERE?!"

AKAZA sighed and help up a barely contained hand. "I understand you're deeply upset but you have to remain calm-"

"UPSET!? UPSET IS A FUCKING UNDERSTATEMENT!! IM. FUCKING. P I S S E D O F F!!! DO YOU NOT SEE WHAT THOSE WATER BEETLES HAVE DONE TO MY WHOLE LIVELIHOOD?! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO PROVIDE FOR MY PEOOLE?! WHERE AM I GOING TO GET THE MATERIALS TO FIX THIS?!"

Akaza sighed and only shook his head. "Look. All I know is that Kokushibo got into my head just now. He said you already told him someone damaged your home and then I just explained to both of you want really happened. Hantengu's sons have gotten really out of hand. According to him they were after that child for whatever reason but that's not the important thing now. What's important is that they're all safe and no one's gotten hurt yet."

"Then what about the one's who caused this mess?!"

Veins appeared all along Akaza's arms as deadly fists tightened up. "That's why I said yet. Kokushibo is on his way as we speak, at his insane speed he should be here within a day and a half to assess the damage. I'm going to be tracking down the ones who did this and take them to Hairou until Kokushibo can decide what's to be done about them.'' Golden blue eyes glanced up and hissed when he saw a young lady crying hard as Eri wrapped bandages around her leg. "Dammit! All these innocent women so affected by their reckless actions. It pisses me off to no end!"

"Then you should go find them before they come back or before they decide to go after Y/n again!"

And that thought only pissed him off more. He looked back to Kyogai. "Will you be able to take care of everything until Kokushibo gets here?"

"If he'll be here as soon as you say then I can manage a day or two until he arrives. You need to stop them before they end up killing somebody! It's only a matter of time."

Kyogai was right. It was only a matter of time. And he had to find them. Quickly. And find them he did. Pretty easily might he add. He had helped Kyogai for a little bit first moving some debry around and helping with some of the victims. After everyone was accounted for and left. The first place he went to was the place that was full of collapsed trees, and scotch marks from hundreds of lightning bolts. Anyone could clearly tell a fight between powerful demons went on here with branches and fallen trees littering the ground everywhere. But there wasn't any signs of any demons still hanging around the area. So he opted to pack up and move onward to a different direction. The scent they left behind was strongest towards the north of here so that's where he opted to go. North. Fast strides. And no more than five miles away was where the five people responsible for such heinous crimes. All sitting down a small bonfire with a wild pig roasting over the flames.

"We've been searching these woods for ages!! And still no sign of any of them!! Dammit, Karaku!! You are such a fucking idiot!!!"

"Hey. Don't blame me for it!" The green eyed one pointed at the youngest. "Zohakuten should've used his wooden dolls and trapped them when he had the chance!!''

"HE COULD'VE IF YOU DIDN'T BLOW THEM AWAY!! AND THAT'S ANOTHER THING!! WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU AND UROGI WHEN WE NEEDED YOU!?"

"I WAS TAKING CARE OF FATHER AND LEFT LATER THAN YOU FOUR AND YOU KNOW THAT!! IT TOOK ME A FEW HOURS TO CATCH UP WITH YOU!! WHERE WERE YOU AND KARAKU WHEN I DID SHOW UP?!," the youngest brother demanded as equally raged as his oldest brother, "AND WHY WERE THESE THREE ACTING LIKE LOVE STRUCK PUPS?!"

"HEY! I happened to have almost drowned! I nearly died!," The one with the wings shouted back perched on a low hanging branch, "Do you know how hard it is to move with wet wings weighing your spine down?!"

"A-And I was poisoned and helpless at the time. B-B-But Sekido has a point Karaku. You shouldn't have done that," the blue one stuttered out.

"Alright! I fucked up but don't gang up on me when Sekido was the one who kept getting beheaded and left us to do most of the work! And I was blown away by that stupid samurai! How was it my fault I acted on fighting instincts?!"

"It's quite easy to explain really. ALL OF YOU ARE USELESS BUMBLING IDIOTS!! I CAN'T COUNT ON YOU FOR ANYTHING!!" AKAZA STARTED stepping forward. "KARAKU IS DISTRACTED BY ANY PRETTY WOMAN!! BOTH UROGI AND KARAKU NEVER TAKE THINGS SERIOUSLY!! AIZETSU NEVER GROWS A DAM BACK BONE WHEN HE NEEDS TOO!" Akaza slowly stepped out from behind some trees. "AND ZAHAKUTEN IS MORE STUBBORN AND THINKS HE KNOWS EVERYTHING!! AND THE MASTER IS GOING TO BE FURIOUS WITH US!! HIS COULD LITERALLY NOT BE ANY WORSE!!"

Karaku froze in his spot first seeing the taller Upper Moon approach Sekido from behind. Aizetsu wheezed a breath out stuttering and holding up a hand to shakily pointed behind him. Zohakuten leaned over to look past Sekido and much like Karaku immediately froze. Urogi choked on the roasted pig leg he was eating which landed on the ground with a thud and he began coughing a lot.

"What's wrong with you morons now?! Does the truth hurt? GOOD!! MAYBE YOU'LL BE ABLE TO- HRK!!" Something strong wrapped around his neck and lifted him up. He choked and dropped his staff to grab at the hand wrapped around his neck before he was turned and froze as he stared into the rage filled eyes of Upper Moon Three.

"I should've expected you to be trouble. As soon as you became Upper Moon Four you challenged me without thinking." His grip tightened. "Now all of you are going to put out that fire and come with me. If not-...Well Kokushibo never said to keep you in one piece. He only said to bring you back. Now what will it be."

....The bonfire was quickly put out and five men were marched off towards the direction of the Infinity Castle.

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Hmm.

Well this certainly was quite a headache wasn't it? After all why wouldn't it be? He had a lot of work on his shoulders to complete. He didn't have the time to get all these problems. The beginning of the year was fine enough. It was only when he summoned Kaigaku to train that he was made aware of the news.

The bark of trees felt rough against the palm of grey skin, perfect to blending into shadows and walking along the darkness of the cursed trees that beckoned any unknowing traveler further into their branches. A light step. Another light step. Light enough to not be heard by anyone my dear. A quiet mouse amongst the darkness a contrast to the many others in the surroundings. He moved amongst the shadows which were his best friends. His only allies in this battle of the most deadliest predator to live among them and for once he wasn't at the top of the deadly food chain.

Dark tree past dark tree. Weaving past darkness and limbs and lungs heavy with air whirled around by the wind. Close. The danger was close. Breath. Sweet air was the need. The fuel for the best outcome. For his eventual clash with the death bringer. The trees couldn't hide that from him. Adrenaline pumping. Viens bunching up as a black tsuka of a katanna was grabbed, burnt to the touch as the rumbling of thunder was fueled by the whirling, taunting, wind in his lungs to make way for an electrical storm that bubbled through his blood vessels and gave the needed power to metal to become the lightning strike that shook the scene before him. All time became irrelevant as with each mighty push of his body from the allied shadows gave him the momentum for the target gaining closer and closer to his face. Where was it? WHERE WAS IT WHERE WAS IT?! He felt it was close so whe-

SHING!!

A metal against metal sounds. A shine of silver in the dark. A dash of shadow. And a strike of thunder. The thunder struck the moon hard with a might that should be feared certainly. But the moon always shines brighter. A deadly hand struck out and with one blow to his head. The thunder was defeated.

"You have... improved greatly since our last meeting...But you...still rush things too much.."

There was a mumble from the body on the ground followed by a loud groan. Yep. He'd have a headache for the rest of the day now.

"If...you had waited ...ten more seconds... you would have...dealt a great blow to my...shoulder blade... However you seem to be...in better spirits..than before." There was a sound as a moon's blade was put away. "Get up...We shall try again immediately..."

The black cloaked body cursed at himself but pushed himself to his feet as he was ordered. "Yes. Let's try again."

"... Perhaps you..have something on your mind...that distracts you? You seem...oddly calmer...But I doubt...you have learnt patience yet."

"Heh. You could say that I guess." A rare smile that wasn't as smug was smiled.

"The magatama on your wrist...did you perhaps...lose it again?"

"...No. I chose to present it to someone else."

"Explain."

"I'm engaged."

Silence.

"....I see. ...I was not expecting this...Who?"

"It's complicated. I honestly don't believe it myself a few times. ...But it's not important. I'm ready to continue. Let's try again-"

"No...You shall explain...to me..all details at once..it is...a matter that... impacts your... ability to..concentrate. I must know...in order to ..best make it so...you focus..."

It was quite a surprise for him to learn about the entire situation. A human girl stumbling blindly in here being chased by other demons during mating season and then being chased into the safety of Kyogai's mansion only to be courted by his apprentice and agreed to be engaged. To be fair not the worst surprise he's ever heard of but it was still a surprise anyone wanted to marry such a angry samurai. ...Hmm. he'd look into it later. Unfortunately any training had to be cut short with news reaching him about a string of murders in the capital. A slew of murders had taken place overnight and seven girls between the ages of sixteen and twenty had been brutally slaughtered in one night. He had to cancel the last week of their planned training to go and see what this was all about. He was afraid it could've been a demon with Bloodlust Syndrome. This wasn't good. However not even a few days later it went from bad to worse thanks to himself being summoned by Nakime and Kyogai and Akaza.

"What seems to...be the problem."

"What's wrong?! I'LL TELL YOU WHAT'S WRONG!!," Kyogai mentally screamed at him. Hmm. Strange. Usually the lowest Kizuki was much more docile to him but it seemed something riled him up beyond rational thinking. "TELL THE MASTER TO CALL OFF HANTENGU'S SONS!! THEY DESTROYED MY HOME AND KIDNAPPED TWO PEOPLE UNDER MY CARE!! AKAZA JUST ARRIVED AND HAD TO EXPLAIN WHO THEY WERE!!!"

Akaza stewed silently in agreement to their right as Nakime silently observed keeping them all together.

"Calm yourselves... Explain...in detail...what has happened."

He was mentally rubbing his temples by the time Akaza and Kyogai had finished explaining the entire situation to him. The things he had to fix on a daily basis was maddening as it was infuriating.

"Where is Kaigaku? Tell him...to assist...until I arrive."

"I can't. I ordered him to get the woman and child somewhere safe."

He mentally turned to face Akaza. "You went... deliberately..over my head...and ordered him..away?"

"I had to ensure the victims they were after were safe!" Akaza spoke with barely held back rage. "What do YOU think I should've done?!"

"....We will discuss.... you're disrespect later...for now you will...track down the ones responsible..and bring them to...Hairou for holding...until I can arrive. I must see...the damage done....When you have delivered them...you will bring the girl...and child to me. They seem...the focus..of much trouble...I have to figure out. Until then...you are all... dismissed." A strum from Nakime cut off both of the Kizuki talking to him originally but he still had one other thing to do. "Nakime...Bring me... Kaigaku immediately."

STRUM!!

The sounds of the biwa guitar sounds out and he waited patiently mentally rubbing his temples. Perfect. Now he would have to put his investigation on hold while he saw over this mess. He only had to wait ten minutes but eventually someone joined the two of them. An irritated annoyed presence that was familiar to him but the new male paused when he noticed Kokushibo there.

"Sensai?," Kaigaku asked clearly confused to what was going on.

"I'll get to..the point. I am aware of your problem....You left your..post and...took the human girl and ...child somewhere." Kaigaku remained silent. "Akaza will be there...in five days time..to retrieve them from your...custody..you are to leave..them and head back...to your post.. immediately."

"WHAT?! BUT I CAN'T!! SHE NEEDS ME!!" Kaigaku pushed back with force that his stubbornness came with. "She can't be left alone!! What kind of thing is that to ask me?!"

"Are. You. Questioning. Me." Kaigaku went cold and silent. "You. Will. Do. As. I. Say. Immediately. Or there will be.... consequences. Nakime."

STRUM!!

Their connection was severed and he was left in his own body. Again sighing and getting ready to experience a massive headache. Things were not going as he liked.

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-THIS NEXT PART TAKES PLACE A FEW DAYS AFTER CH 29-

Something's bubbling in one corner. Something stinks of chemicals on the desk. The world in here was dark save for random candle lights. What lied inside was not for the faint of heart and where brave men wouldn't even dare venture. So maybe that's why he did. He was considered insane after all. Insane enough to poke the sleeping dragon. He knew the monster inside knew of his presence long before he just blatantly opened the door with a loud creak.

"Did you bring me what I wanted?"

The figure in the dark corner didn't even look up from his work. A small syringe in his hand dripping a few drops of a clear orange liquid into a slightly larger vile of crystal clear different liquid. The few orange drops were swirled inside like small mists. Footsteps approached him and he still didn't bother to look up when a small notepad was placed on the table next to him.

"And that is?"

"New information I got on her from Kaigaku. You should read it over and have a look. It's actually quite interesting.~"

Red eyes finally bothered to look up and put down his work. The viles put down. And the notepad slid over and opened. There was silence as teal eyes watched as pages were slowly read. The only sounds were the crinkling of paper as pages were only turned ...and slowly the notepad was closed.

"....Bring me Kokushibo. I want all Kizuki to the Infinity Castle immediately. And I want that human with them."

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a-really-cool-blog-name · 2 months

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Can you tell us more about Lily and the never ending mirror please 🥺

OH HOHO You asked for this! (YES I GET TO INFO DUMP PLEASE ASK ME ABOUT MY OTHER STORIES I HAVE SO MANY OR OTHER QUESTIONS YOU HAVE ABOUT THIS I LOVE TALKING) Without further a due I'm gonna start with the characters!

Lily: Our main girl, we love her. She's 14. A little sassy and very loyal, she windes up in the neverending mirror at the start of the story when on a trip at a fall fair with her family. She is VERY confused and worried right now.

Charles: Anxiety 💯 He's 15. He's been in this place for about two years now. Insecure but VERY protective, caring, and a great big brother to Mary, Speaking of-

Mary: E N E R G Y. She's 11. She's been here for a little less than by like two months. Energetic, hyper active, optimistic, and outgoing, she's voted most likely to yell "echo" in a cave even when she needs to be stealthy. Cares a lot about her friends and family (Well, whatever family she can still visit while in here. Which is just Charles.) and is not going to let them think badly about themselves if she can help it.

Thomas "Archive": Won't tell you his name unless he trusts you, he's worried about Lily "Working for the government" whenever he first meets her, whatever that means. He's 17. Been here for five years. Book lover. Actually has a corkboard with red string connecting pictures. Mostly just Friends with Mary (Kind of unintentional on his part) at the beginning but will later becomes closer to the other characters.

Mabel: Angry and lonely. Her body and mind is twelve at least. She's been here for a while at least. Reason why everyone is here. (If you want more I may do a post specifically about her and the next person)

???: That's weird, I forgot what I was saying! What Character? >:)

(She doesn't have a name yet, oop.) (this is an edit in the future her name is Carol now):A very caring and sweet lady, acts as a mother figure and helps people when- well, I'll get into that later. Most likely to call you sweetheart or honey. She's in her 30's.

(He ALSO doesn't have a name yet): In his late 20's. Kind of rude and grumpy because of this whole situation.

(There are like 20 more people there but I don't have ideas for them lol)

ACTUAL PLOT TIME!

So, The neverending mirror! As the name implies you get pushed by a mysterious hand coming out of a book fall through a mirror to end up there. If you were to walk all the way to the end of this pocket dimension you'd just end up on the other side. This place changes it's inhabitants the longer they're stuck there for, painfully. (Woooo angst and hurt/comfort)

Charles has a black smokey-ness (I don't know how else to describe it)covering half his face and his arm but he doesn't want to worry anyone and doesn't want to acknowledge it's getting worse because he already hates this he can teleport and make portals which is very useful for helping people get around in this place.

Mary has REALLY REALLY good hearing and sharp teeth. Everything can be too loud which hurts sometimes and her teeth ache sometimes and it's hard to chew but it's fine because in Mary's mind she looks SICK and that's all that matters.

"Archive" just... doesn't have legs anymore. He misses them a lot He has this pink purple smoke around where they would be. (It would totally suck if had phantom pain from not having legs anymore ha ha ha) But, on the bright side he can float and make other things float! He never has to worry about getting something off the top shelf again!

Mabel has nothing wrong with her you can see, yet. (Make her angry or she just doesn't have the energy to keep it constantly up and well, that's a different story. She basically has horns made of crumbled up paper and a bookmark tail inspired by no one at all (*COUGH COUGH SCRIPTLESS COUGH COUGH*))

???...

Carol has "Galaxy" hair, eyes, and hands. She can also heal people and she comforts someone whenever a "change" happens, she can't stop it from happening but she can at least help the pain a little.

(He's not a important character in the slightest how could you tell? lol ) Just Snake/lizard features

Lily is fine (physically at least) at the beginning of the story and is scared of it happening to her. She's hoping to find some way out of here before that happens. (Spoiler, she fails at that. Get a third eye, idiot.)

The story is mainly about Lily, Charles, Mary (And Archive but slightly less so) trying to get to the bottom of this place and maybe, just maybe, finally getting out.

(It's also about the tragedy of two siblings from Britain in the civil war and the pain of no one ever remembering you or being able to truly love you and getting older but never growing up, but that's a post for another day.)

#OKAY THAT WAS A LOT #WOOO #Tags time #OCS #a rare original post #Asks #OC #original character #Original characters #original story #Neverending mirror #My OCS #wall of text #Kinda #I don't know if anyone will care about this but I hope someone enjoys this

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luckyemocode · 8 months

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ATTENTION TO PEOPLE WHO PRE-ORDERED THE CHIHIRO FUJISAKI FIGURE FROM CRUNCHYROLL AND ARE STILL WAITING FOR THE ORDER TO SHIP

CRUNCHYROLL WILL NOT BE FULFILLING EXISTING PRE-ORDERS

I’m not sure how many people are affected by this, if it’s only people who ordered in a specific time frame, or people who pre-ordered and bought other items in the same order, or people from Canada, or another specific thing to my case, but if you or someone you know has been waiting for the Chihiro figure (or another pre-order figure/order made around Nov 2022-Jan 2023) from crunchyroll, do not wait for it to be sent out and instead send them an inquiry about it HERE (Select E-Commerce, Crunchyroll Store, then Where Is my item).

First I sent them an email asking for an update as they still hadn’t shipped my figure, the Chihiro figure wasn’t listed on their currently delayed list, the figure is currently listed as being in stock and ready to buy, and with no update from them I was starting to feel like I got scammed.

Here is their first reply (I sent my initial inquiry August 13, so 10 business days to reply):

Troy (Crunchyroll) Aug 25, 2023, 12:12 PM PDT Hi [name], I appreciate your patience and I do apologize for the long wait. We are currently experiencing a larger amount of requests than usual. Unfortunately, the recent store update created a few discrepancies that we're currently addressing, and your order could not be shipped. I would like to suggest that we cancel the unshipped order and issue a refund this way you may repurchase it. In the meantime please accept the following $10.00 coupon code due to this inconvenience: CX-NWVVH5ZVG429 Again, we apologize for the inconvenience. If there's anything else I can help with, please feel free to let me know! Troy Customer Service Team Crunchyroll

They are claiming that their warehouse move and store update has caused them to lose orders (I'm a computer scientist here to tell you this is something that couldn't happen accidentally, and at this point I could still view the order completed page from an incognito window with all the order info so it clearly was not lost), and instead of reaching out to people who pre-ordered they are waiting for people to cancel and re-order. They also do not include any specific numbers for the proposed refund, and as this order was split with one small item already sent to me I had no idea how they would handle the refund.

I sent them an email back explaining how ridiculous of a process that is, as well as when I ordered the figure I used a coupon that no longer exists, so they were suggesting I spend more money (and this is including using their $10 off coupon) to get something I pre-ordered even later. I explained that I want them to just send me the figure I already paid and waited for, but if that can’t be done I would only be comfortable in cancelling and re-ordering if I am properly refunded and can purchase the figure at the original price I paid for, stating the exact price points.

Their next reply:

Troy (Crunchyroll) Aug 29, 2023, 10:52 AM PDT Dear [name], When we offered to reorder the item, we intended to honor the old price that you have paid initially for the item/order. Please note that you won't be pushed back in the order queue, furthermore, you should be put higher in the queue since the order will be registered in the new system that we are currently operating with. We do apologize for the inconvenience, but after our system migration, some old orders were affected and delayed. That is why we are offering different solutions/workarounds to make the fulfillment process faster for our customers. Please let me know if you would like to proceed. In case you agree, we will gladly issue a full refund, and after you replace it we will honor the old price in case there will be a difference. Looking forward to your reply! Troy Customer Service Team Crunchyroll

Strange how things suddenly went from “could not be shipped” to just “delayed” and only now they are mentioning honouring the original sold price. Also strange how they are still not using any numbers, arguably the most important piece of information when discussing refunds. And I have no clue where the “that’s why we are offering different solutions/workarounds” is coming from because they weren't offering solutions, they waited until I reached out and was content with leaving me in the dark indefinitely while they took more orders for the figure they claim can’t be shipped out.

I expressed as much in my reply and restated how the refund should go down with exact numbers. I also stated that I still feel as if I’m being scammed and that if they can not guarantee a proper refund and a fair re-order price that I would rather seek a refund through my credit card company.

Their final reply gave a surprising good end:

Troy (Crunchyroll) Aug 30, 2023, 9:18 AM PDT Thank you for the update! I've just refunded the charge for the order, however, I did not cancel it. It can take 1-2 business days for PayPal or 3-5 business days for your credit card to process the refund. If you used the payment method Sezzle, refunds can take up to 5-10 business days to appear on your statement. In the meantime, I have asked the warehouse to send a replacement package. Please note that we usually do not provide such service, it was done as a one-time courtesy. n case you do not receive a tracking number in the next 7 days, please get back to me so I can further assist you. Thank you for your patience. Looking forward to your reply! Troy Customer Service Team Crunchyroll

I have been refunded the full amount (including the $7 of the small thing they already sent). I’m raising an eyebrow at the order being refunded but not cancelled and the replacement package they are sending, but I’m hoping it’s just the figure so I can have my girl and move on from this (but also like…………. They’re just going to send it for free after all this? doubt.jpeg, but also wtf else could it be). Either way I got my money back and the figure is available at other stores now so I can walk away happy.

If you need to reach out to Crunchyroll and need help wording any emails, send me an ask/dm and I’ll help you. I have every email I sent saved, except the initial inquiry sent through their form, but I remember what I said more or less, and don’t mind sharing them for others to use the wording (I didn’t include them here in this post bc they have a few typos and this post is long enough already lol)

#chihiro fujisaki #fujisaki chihiro #chihiro #chihiro figure #chihiro fujisaki figure #crunchyroll #crunchyroll figure #popup parade #pop up parade #danganronpa #danganronpa figure #sorry for small tag spam but i want ppl to know bc like i didnt and was just clueless in the dark #and like i said idk how widespread this issue is but yea if your figure is still in the 'preparing for shipping' stage it is Not coming #like ive literally only seen 1 post of someone who was sent a chihiro figure (+ idk if they got it from crunchyroll) and that feels too low #all the other pics of the figure i can find are the official ones #+ i know not everyone takes and posts pics like that like i dont but only 1 just seems way way too low so i feel like im not alone in this #anyways thats todays gripe/victory #long post

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mrsbsmooth · 2 years

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Please make NSFW alphabet for Bruno I beg

The Bruno Kaminski NSFW Alphabet

Thank you for this ask lovely anon :)

18+ below the cut

('Cause Bruno's definitely not.)

I already did some NSFW Bruno HC's which are quite similar, but this gives a little bit of extra info

A = Aftercare. What is he like after sex?

He’s very, very caring. He’s all about laying there for just a little, kissing her really softly, just so she knows exactly how much he adores her. He’s gonna be the one jumping up straight away. He’s grabbing her a towel, or a drink of water, or shit, a three-course meal if she wants it. Acts of Service is one of his love languages, and he’s bringing it full force.

B = Body part. What is his favourite body part of his and his partner’s?

His favourite body part of his: His hair 🤣 On his girl? He’s got a favourite on every girl. Her back, her legs, the shape of her hands, her collarbones, her neck… I think it’s different on every girl.

C = Cum. What's likely to make him finish faster?

He doesn’t like it when she plays it cool, or plays hard to get. I’ve said many times that he’s got a bit of a praise kink, and I think it manifests in her enthusiasm. He likes when she makes a lot of noise, too. It makes him feel like an absolute god, and he doesn’t mind if she plays it up a little in the moment 😉

D = Dirty Secret. A dirty little secret of Bruno’s

He’s had sex with someone really inappropriate. He’s so impulsive, and probably likes a cheeky beverage, and I HC him as drunkenly fucking his friend’s GF when they first started dating. But it was a one-off, and they’re married now, and they both just kind of silently agreed to never say anything. Awkward situation if it ever comes out? Oh god, cringe.

E = Experience. How experienced is he? Does he know what he’s doing?

He knows what he’s doing, but he’s by no means the most experienced. Lots of FWB arrangements, with very good friends who’ve taught him a lot. I HC him as hovering around the 15 mark. Repeat customers mostly.

F = Favourite Position. Self-explanatory.

Said it before as well. Loves doggy. Loves it. I also mention it later on but he’s a big fan of being face to face with her when they’re going slow, whether thats missionary or with her on his lap.

G = Goofy. Is he more serious in the moment, or are is he pretty humorous, etc?

Will think of a joke half way through, making her crack up laughing, then pick up where they left off as if nothing happened.

H = Hair. How well groomed is he, does the carpet match the drapes, that sort of thing?

He’s not a super hairy guy, but what he does have is dark like those roots lol. But if he puts half the effort into the hair downstairs as he does upstairs? Nothing to worry about.

I = Intimacy. How is he during the more romantic aspect?

Oh god. I might cry. He’s the type to want to fuck her missionary just so he can look in her eyes while he does it. Absolutely softie, intimacy is basically a kink for him. He loves, Loves, LOVES to take it slow, savouring every minute of it.

J = Jack Off. Masturbation headcanon.

He’s a visual creature, so he’s in bed with his phone, tissues at the ready.

K = Kink. One or more of his kinks?

It’s oddly specific, but he loves when they have to be quiet. Holding his hand over her mouth while he pushes her up against the wall. Fucking her in the car. It’s not that he wants to get caught, he just loves how exciting it is.

L = Location. Favourite places to do the deed.

See above. He loves it at home in bed, where they can go nuts and do whatever they want. But he certainly loves to sneak off in public as well.

M = Motivation. What turns him on?

The fact she wants him? No but seriously, all she has to do is give him a look and he’s off. Most of the time not even that. Every time she dresses up, even if she’s just going to work, he’s kissing her neck and telling her she’s going to be late. But he also gets turned on by intimacy. If she says ‘when we have kids’ or ‘when we get married’ he’s basically throwing her over his shoulder.

N = NO. Something he wouldn’t do, turn offs.

Hitting of any kind. Not even if she begs for it. I’ve said this before as well - he’ll call her a slut if she’s really, really into that, but he doesn’t like it. He’s no dom. If she wants that, it’s going to take a lot of patience and a lot of trust to get him there.

O = Oral. Preference when it comes to giving or receiving, skill, etc?

Both, both, both. He will lose his shit over a great BJ. I’ve also said... Road head. She’ll start doing it as a joke, but he’s gonna get really into it and is going to be pulling over so fast she won’t even know he’s stopped. Always, always, always has his hand on the back of her head for it. He loves being able to feel it moving on him.

When he’s giving, I’ve done some of these before, so I’ll copy/paste. Ahem: Gold medallist in cunnilingus for both skill & enthusiasm. Wrapping his arms around her thighs and holding them open. Moans into her. Makes a lot of noise when he’s down there. Dies of happiness if she sits on his face.

P = Pace. Is he fast and rough or slow and sensual?

It entirely depends on the situation. If they’re having a nice bit of anniversary sex or something, it’s beautifully slow and loving and sensual. But he’s happy to bend her over the kitchen counter if she’s asking for it.

Q = Quickie. Is he game for a quickie? How often?

Is he game? Yes. How often? Yes.

R = Risk. Is he game to experiment and take some risks?

To a point, yes. He’ll fuck in the car at night, or experiment with a toy or new position, but he gets spooked easily. If he starts feeling like they’re going to get in trouble for being somewhere, he’s going to back out.

S = Stamina. How many rounds can he go for? How long does he last?

I see him as reasonably average. He’s not going to be able to go multiple consecutive rounds like Gary, Bobby, or Lucas, but it’s not going to matter, because he’s getting her off with his mouth beforehand anyway. Then again when he fucks her. And let’s be real, this isn’t a movie. If it’s a marathon session every single time, it’s no fun. Sometimes you just want to hit a quickie.

T = Toy. Does he own toys? Does he use them? On a partner or himself?

Absolutely not. It’s not that he’s intimidated or emasculated by them, he’s just completely clueless about it. If she brings one and shows him what to do, though, he’s well into it.

U = Unfair. How much does he like to tease? Does he like being teased in return?

I don’t see him being into it. If she’s teasing him, he’s worried he’s gonna go too quick. If he’s teasing her, and she’s resisting him, he’s not liking that one bit, and it’s going to crush his confidence a little. However, if it’s gentle teasing, in a working each other up sense, he’s well into that. Random HC: They’re at a work function or something. She whispers into his ear in great detail about how she’s going to suck his cock when they get home. He’s going weak at the fucking knees as he tries to maintain his composure. She’s gonna be in trouble for that one.

V = Volume. How loud is he in the bedroom?

Verrrrryyyyyy. He’s vocal as all hell, and he LOVES DIRTY TALK. Lots of swearing. Lots of ‘Oh, fuck’s and ‘you feel so fucking good’. Groaning, moaning, heavy breathing, and saying ‘oh my fucking god’. If she’s the type to make a lot of noise, he’s already picturing her ring size.

W = Wild Card. Some headcanons. Naughtier the better.

One of his earliest FWB relationships told him he needed to shut the fuck up during sex. He couldn’t. So they told him to just keep it busy instead. For this reason, I always picture his mouth as he’s fucking her. For some reason, I picture his mouth always being open. Breathing heavily, biting her, kissing her, giving her hickeys, telling her how good she feels… he follows that advice to a T.

X = X-Ray. Describe what’s going on in those pants.

Look, he’s no Noah or Lucas. But above average? Hell yes. The kind of dick they base vibrators off it. Flawless. Perfect. Precisely the right thickness and length. Unrealistic? Yes. Inaccurate? No.

Y = Yearning. How high is his sex drive?

How high’s hers? If she wants it six times a day, he’s giving it to her six times a day. If she only wants it a few times a week, he’s happy to take care of it himself.

Z = ZZZ. How quickly does he fall asleep afterwards?

See “A”. He doesn’t. Not until they’ve had a proper kiss and a cuddle and she’s all taken care of. But after that, they’re going to sleep completely naked and he’s cuddling her all night. Human hot water bottle.

#litg #litg bruno #litg s4 #love island the game

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lythea-creation · 2 years

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Great Timing - Natasha Romanoff x fem reader (Chapter 3)

Chapter 1

Previous Chapter

warnings: treating injuries

word count: 1.741

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Natasha's PoV

She smiled at me and let me help her out of the car now.

When she was safe in my arms I wanted to hold her tighter, but did not want to hurt her even more.

“Hey. So you're the infamous (f/n)”, Bruce greeted my girlfriend when we arrived at the med bay.

“Infamous?”, she replied with a chuckle. “I doubt Nat talked a lot about me.”

I faked an outraged expression and sat her down on an examination table.

“She does talk a lot about you actually. Just not around the wrong people … like Tony and Sam. Their teasing is bad enough without any info”, he enlightened her with a wink. “So how about we take care of your injuries now?”

“Sure”, she agreed with a nod. “Feel free to cut up my shirt. I won't be able to take it off.”

Bruce sent me an encouraging and yet nervous smile at my worried glance.

“Tell me if you need a break”, he instructed her before destroying (f/n)'s shirt with some scissors.

The sight of her darkly bruised stomach made me furious.

I had had my fair share of bruises throughout my life and I knew how hard she must have been hit or kicked for it to look like this. It did not help that I also knew how much it hurt.

Bruce made a scan of her with one of Tony's devices. “Four broken ribs. But luckily no internal bleeding. Shouldn't lead to any complications as long as you take it slow. Your left shoulder is dislocated. We need to relocate it which means ...”

“Even more pain”, I finished his sentence.

My emerald eyes met her (e/c) ones. I could see the fear inside of them, although she tried to keep it together in front of Bruce.

I cupped her right cheek and gently stroke it with my thumb to comfort her.

“Usually it's simple to relocate, but I'm concerned about your broken ribs. So we need to fixate you in order to prevent further injuries”, Bruce explained.

(f/n) shook her head vehemently making me take my hand back. “No … no, Bruce. It's not about you, but please … I don't wanna be in such a helpless state again.” Tears were visible in her eyes.

He could clearly see the choking marks on her neck.

“I could hold you down”, I suggested.

It was an attempt. A daring one to see if she trusted me enough for this.

(f/n) nodded.

So I pushed her down gingerly.

When Bruce took a hold of her arm I tightened my grip on her right shoulder and left hip.

Pain was evident on her face. No matter how careful I was, it was impossible not to hurt her with my touch on her bruises.

“I will count to three and then relocate it. It will hurt a lot for a few seconds but after that it should feel better”, Bruce declared. “One ...”

He relocated it with a quick movement.

(f/n)'s scream gave me goosebumps.

“Sorry, but it's better if you don't expect it”, Bruce justified his lie.

“Nice way … to introduce me … to your friends, Nat”, (f/n) joked panting, getting a small smile from me and a chuckle from Bruce.

“There isn't anything else I can do for you. Just an ointment for the bruises and painkillers of course”, he announced and handed me two boxes. “And all in all you should rest of course. But it's also important to move around to make sure you can breathe properly. Take deep breaths whenever you think of it. It helps preventing chest infections. When you change the bandages make sure to wrap them loosely. Otherwise it will affect your breathing as well.”

“Got it”, (f/n) shot back before turning to me with a grin. “So I guess you won't have to carry me around all the time after all.”

“Do you seriously think he can keep me from spoiling you”, I joked. “Banner, we still need a blanket to cover her up on the way. Or do you expect me to show her around in her bra?”

Bruce handed me one after a pretty long search and I wrapped my girlfriend inside it before cradling her in my arms. “You can still walk later when you're properly dressed”, I decided.

“Wow. I get why babies love this”, she stated with a content sigh as she snuggled as close to me as possible.

I smiled down at her and carried her to my bed. “Don't fall asleep. I'll run us a bath”, I proposed.

Unfortunately I was out of basically everything. Since my relationship with (f/n) I had spent barely time here after all.

So I made my way toward Wanda and asked her for some supplies leading me to stand in her room a few minutes later.

“Actually I just discovered bath bombs, or rather Vision did. He bought me so many that it will probably take me a life time to use them all”, Wanda claimed laughing.

She presented me a big box full of … well they looked like different things. Some were balls, others had more creative shapes like cupcakes and animals.

“How's (f/n) doing?”, Wanda inquired.

“She's exhausted and in a lot of pain. But nothing that wouldn't heal”, I informed her.

I took a (f/c) ball out of the box because there were way too many choices.

Wanda smiled and let some shampoo fly over with her powers while putting the box away.

“I know about the situation. Layla allowed me to take a look at her memories. It feels like I know (f/n) already. She's a great choice”, Wanda noted. “I can't wait to meet her in person though.”

I nodded and thanked her for the supplies before returning to my sleeping girlfriend. I could not help but laugh at the sight.

Gently I shook her awake. “Hey, love. I told you not to fall asleep, didn't I?”

She groaned in pain when she tried to sit up, most likely too sleepy to remember her condition.

“Don't worry. I got you”, I reassured her and helped her lean against the headboard. “The bath should be ready thanks to Tony's expensive high tech equipment”, I announced and started to help her out of her clothes.

“I can do that myself”, she mumbled obviously embarrassed.

“I know, but you were told to rest. And usually you don't have a problem when I do it”, I reminded her with a grin.

“Don't say that if you don't want to break my order to rest”, she complained.

I laughed at her reaction and continued undressing her before doing the same with myself.

Then I pushed the bath bomb and the shampoo into one hand. So I could help her stand up and get into the bathroom more easily.

Carefully I sat down in the tub with her. Slipping was the last thing I wanted to risk.

I was sitting behind her to ensure she could sit comfortably.

We simply enjoyed the silence together for a while.

“I'm so tired”, she mumbled as she was leaning against me.

“Do you wanna get out and go to bed?”, I considered.

She shook her head. “No. I wanna go and see Layla. I bet she's upset and being surrounded by strangers at such a time won't help her with that.”

“You know I admire you for your empathy, but my selfish side really just wants you to take care of yourself … and maybe me”, I replied with a soft grin. “But I understand. Then let's get you ready.”

I washed our hair and helped her out until we were both dressed again and on the way to the living room where everyone was gathered.

(f/n) was clinging to my arm. Due to her stubbornness she had wanted to try walking completely on her own, but the pain had been more convincing than her wish to make a strong first impression on my friends.

“Hey guys! So … this is (f/n), my girlfriend as you know”, I introduced her.

Suddenly Wanda's magic surrounded (f/n). At first the latter tensed up but I could see her relaxing after a moment.

“It's just taking some pressure off your strained body making it easier to move around in your state”, Wanda explained. “I'm Wanda by the way.”

“I definitely know who you all are”, she shot back with a chuckle making Wanda, Steve and Sam smile.

“Of course you do! How could anyone not know us, especially me”, Tony joked. “But it's a shame we haven't met a few years ago when we were both single.”

Automatically my fist collided with his upper arm making him cry out.

“Ouch! What the hell! I was just kidding. I mean … she's hot. Don't get me wrong. But that's a compliment, isn't it?”

“I think you should shut up before it gets even worse”, Steve remarked.

“Nah … let him be. That should be fun to watch”, Sam interjected.

I sent Tony and Sam a glare that made them gulp.

“It's fine, Nat”, (f/n) reassured me while placing her head on my shoulder for a moment. “Where's the fun if they aren't allowed to enjoy some jokes and sarcasm? Then I'll feel like I have to spare them as well.”

“I like her already”, Tony exclaimed.

“Oh, but I almost forgot. Where's Layla?”, (f/n) wondered.

“She wanted to be alone. So I showed her to her room. It's on the same floor as Natasha's and yours”, Wanda enlightened me.

Then Wanda handed me the video tape. “I can help (f/n) to get there. I guess you wanna have a look at this. I already know what happened anyway.”

(f/n) immediately noticed my struggle and assured me that it was fine if I stayed here a little longer while she was talking to Layla.

And Wanda was one of the most caring people I knew … and one of the most powerful too. I could trust her to watch over my girlfriend for some time.

“See you later then”, (f/n) said before giving me a quick peck on the cheek and leaving with Wanda.

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