and to think this time next year they will be spending their special day with their baby girl

Call Boy Johnny (Johnny x Reader)

THE MOMENT OF TRUTH HAS ARRIVED PEOPLE. THE SCENARIO YOU HAVE BEEN BEGGING ME FOR OVER AND OVER, I HAVE FINALLY FINISHED IT. HERE HE IS, IN ALL HIS GLORY. CALL BOY JOHNNY! I hope you all enjoy this one as much as I did writing it!! I’M THIRSTIN’ SO HARD RN

P.S. Yes, I’m the same blog as the original Call Boy Yuta smut. I changed my url from @chokemewithjaehyunschoker to @caliboyjaeffrey ! Hope no one get’s confused lol

Originally posted by y-ta

You woke up slowly, the sheets and blankets kicked off in your sleep and tangled in your legs. You felt content as you looked over at your alarm clock, the time being in the late afternoon.  Sleeping in was your passion, you’d stayed up super late the previous night anyway, not too bothered that half the day was gone. You gazed out the one big window in your bedroom, the one that looked out at the bustling city. Snow had fallen last night, dusting over the streets and cars like powdered sugar on pancakes. It didn’t really feel like your birthday, but it wasn’t so bad to wake up on a day as pretty as this one.

You got up and stretched, sliding on your slippers as you went over to the bathroom to wash your face, splashing it with cold water to wake yourself up. Refreshed, you lazily went to make coffee, turning on your radio to hear a cozy sounding song playing through its speakers. You also heard your phone beep softly back in your bedroom, in no rush to see what is was as you finished making your coffee.

Walking back to your bedroom, you slid open your phone, reading a text from one of your friends; something along the lines of wanting to meet somewhere for your birthday to celebrate. You smiled at their thoughtfulness, replying that you didn’t really mind where or how you partied, allowing them to go wild. Your friend answered back quickly, excitedly texting in all caps that she already had an idea in mind. She’d text you the details later, wishing you a final happy birthday.

You set your phone down, feeling your body give a quick shiver of energy, the coffee beginning to kick in. If they were planning on going out after the sun had gone down, you weren’t going to rush to get ready. Instead you plopped down on your couch with a bag of cheesy popcorn, clicking on the tv and watching the current music show programs contently.

Over time, you received various calls and texts from family and friends, all wishing you a happy birthday and to enjoy yourself today. That I will, you thought with a smile, standing up to refill your bowl of snacks for the second time. Someone might think it sad that this was how you were celebrating your birthday, but in all honestly, you loved having a day all to yourself. Of course, you didn’t mind hanging out with your friends later, in fact you really were looking forward to it.

After a while, you received a text from your friend again, with a time, address, and instructions to dress cutely. You smiled at the smirking emoji, texting back before you wandered back over to your bedroom, making a beeline for your closet. The time had said 8:00, so you thought you might as well get ready now, giving yourself two hours to really put on the ritz. It was your birthday after all, you didn’t have too many chances to really go all out the rest of the year.

You shifted through your clothes, finally being drawn to a cute, slimming black miniskirt; the perfect ploy to slim your food baby from all your snacking you did today. You’d pair the skirt with a red ribbed mock neck long sleeve that ecentuated your chest. You slid on a pair of sheer pantie hose before you put the skirt on, tucking the shirt into the waistband to really make your hips pop. You finished the look off with some simple black ankle boots with just enough heel to make your butt look extra good. Satisfied, you headed over the bathroom to finish getting ready, knowing you would spend at least an hour doing your hair and makeup.

A little over an hour later and your hair was curled and twisted up into a high bun, knowing that you’d probably get hot later. Your makeup was simple, but with a little touch of sparkle around your eyes that made them twinkle merrily. Happy with your appearance, you packed your purse full of the essentials you usually needed. Before you slipped out the door, you slid your chic winter coat on, hoping you wouldn’t freeze in your little skirt on the way to the subway station.

You boarded the train half frozen, passing the fifteen minutes on your phone thanking people who had posted birthday related things on social media. A few people discreetly complimented you on the train, making you flush sheepishly as they applauded your style and makeup.

Once you arrived at your stop, you took the stairs up onto a crowded street known for its nightlife. This certain strip was famous for its clubs among young people, and you’d been here on a few occasions. You weren’t shocked that they had decided on a club to host your party, what did surprise you though was which one they chose.

The exterior was modern and sleek, only the big tinted windows giving an indication of what was happening on the inside. This club was notorious for having the best of just about everything, music, drinks, food, and people. Celebrities frequented this spot, so it was a rather exclusive club, and difficult to get into. You went to walk to the back of the long line just like everyone else, but a large bouncer stopped you, looking you up and down before asking politely, “Excuse me, are you ______?”

Your eyes widened in surprise, “Yes, that’s me.”

He nodded to another bouncer who opened the door, loud electric music spilling out onto the street. The bouncer held out an arm to the door, “This way, please.”

You were still amazed as you walked up the steps and through the black glass doors of the club, staring in awe at the fashionable interior. The bouncer signaled you to follow him, leading you past the lively dance floor, whose tiles lit up in rainbow colors to the beat of the music. You were led up the stairs, almost unable to take your eyes off the people mingling and dancing, the place so alive and busy. Your body itched to shed your coat and join them.

The bouncer stopped at another black glass door, politely knocking on it twice before he opened it, revealing the familiar faces of your girlfriends. They jumped up in excitement, popping those little confetti and streamer poppers as they cheered, “Surprise!”

You were ushered in, the door closing as you grinned at your friends, embracing them warmly as they kissed your cheeks affectionately. They all said their ‘happy birthdays’, gushing over your outfit and makeup as they helped you with your coat and bag.

“Come over here, _______,” your friend who had texted you patted the chic leather couch next to her. “The birthday girl sits in the middle!”

You giggled and sat down, immediately being greeted by a cake with candles in it, “Oh my gosh, you guys.” They cooed and laughed, singing you happy birthday loudly and cheering when blew out the candles. “I don’t deserve you all. Really.”

“Oh, stop that,” one of your friends scolded affectionately, “You always do so much for us, we really wanted to make this birthday extra special for you.” The rest agreed, already pushing presents into your hands.

“Wait, guys,” you laughed, setting them down on the coffee table. “Presents later. I really just want to get down their and dance my ass off.”

Your friends booed jokingly, but they were already heading towards the door, tying back their hair as they prepared for the sweaty mess downstairs. You felt your body vibrate, rushing down the stairs to finally step onto the bright and colorful dance floor. Your friends quickly joined you, forming a circle around you as you danced wildly, dropping down to the floor with the beat, causing them to scream gleefully at your sudden sexiness. You didn’t hold back, allowing your body to move provocatively to the beat as you closed your eyes and soaked in the music.

You and friends danced for what felt like hours, taking the occasional break to indulge in some delicious drinks. Your body buzzed with the alcohol, but you were no lightweight, so your wits were right about you. You couldn’t say the same for your friends though, who stumbled around happily and danced without a care. You laughed at them, holding their hands so they wouldn’t fall over as you danced. Several cute guys had approached you, and you’d indulged in your inner desires as you danced with them. You would grind your ass into their crotch like an expert, ending up at one point sandwiched between two very cute guys. You kissed a few of them, just for shits and giggles, but the moment they whispered for you to leave with them and go ‘somewhere more private’, you would politely decline and slip away from them. Even with alcohol in your system, you were still smart enough to avoid a situation like that.

You and your friends eventually reconvened, wanting to go open your presents and let your feet take a break too. Sitting down, you opened your presents, grateful for the effort they put into them. After opening the last one, you went to thank them, only to be hushed by one of them, “Wait, that wasn’t the last one.” They were all giggling, making your eyes narrow at them in suspicion.

“All the girls and I pitched in for this one,” she smirked, your eyes widening as your feared the worse. The look they had on their faces only spelled trouble, “I’m sure you’ll find it rather…enjoyable.”

Right on cue, the door opened, and a boy stepped in. He was far more gorgeous than any of the guys you’d danced with, making them look homely compared to the god that stood before you. Your jaw dropped, still unable to comprehend what they were implying, “I-I don’t understand…”

He answered, voice so deep you felt it in your stomach, “Don’t worry your pretty little head about a thing, sweetheart.” He was dressed casually, but stylishly; a sports team jersey of sorts, sweatpants that left little to the imagination, and Timberlands that clunked with authority on the tiled floor. He wore gold chains too, actually making them look hot for the first time in your life. He had beautiful long brown hair that swooped perfectly, complimenting his warm brown eyes and perfectly pouty lips that naturally had a smirky curl to them.

Sweetheart, you trembled at his words, eyes wide as he walked up to you effortlessly, firmly taking your chin into his hand. He ran his thumb across your bottom lip with a smirk, one of your friends spoke up, holding back giggles, “Meet Johnny, _______. The most expensive and impressive call boy in the city, and he’s here to help you celebrate your birthday.

You were speechless, eyes snapping up to meet his, which were watching and gauging your reaction carefully. He was perfectly calm and collected, while you were completely flabbergasted, still unable to understand what the hell was happening.

“We also booked you a room at a really nice hotel,” one of your friends spoke up, biting her lip in amusement.

If your eyes could get any bigger, they would have popped out of your skull. Your mouth couldn’t move, still transfixed with the way Johnny’s thumb parted your lips and slid into your mouth. You lightly tasted him on your tongue and accidentally let out a quiet whimper, his own lips twitching into a smile at your cute reaction. He’d have a lot of fun with you, you were definitely doing something to him. And he certainly didn’t mind.

“Before your friends leave, baby girl,” Johnny simpered, finally letting his hand drop from your mouth. “I’m going to put on a little bit of a show for them, free of charge.” Your friends laughed and fanned themselves jokingly, but you could tell they were trying not to look as shook as you were.

Johnny took a half step back from you, but he still towered so much that you had to crane your neck. You sat back, trying to relax your nerves but failing miserably as the call boy began to rotate his hips sensually to the muffled music on the other side of the door. If you thought your dancing had been risqué, Johnny made you look like a nun doing the Macarena.

He suddenly slid onto the couch, straddling your hips and grinding into you as he gave you what you finally realized to be a lap dance. He grabbed the back of your head, exposing your neck so he could ghost his lips along your sensitive skin. You let out a whimper, this time not holding back as your hips moved on their own accord against his. Johnny stopped with a smirk against your neck, dragging his soft lips up to your ear where he whispered, “Now, now sweetheart. Let’s save that for later, your friends are still here.” He let his tongue run over the shell of your ear, his voice lower, “Unless you’re perfectly fine with me fucking you in front of your friends?”

You shook your head, remembering that your friends were still in the room. You glanced quickly at them, they were clutching onto one another, eyes glazed over and biting their fingers at the scene before them. Johnny slid off your lap, taking your hand rather politely and snapping your friends from their trance, “Okay, ladies. Show’s over, time for us to leave.”

They all gushed in agreement, some of them whispering excitedly to one another in disbelief, others reassuring you that they would take care of your presents. In a daze you thanked them, barely remembering how your coat ended up on you and your bag on your shoulder, “Bye…thank you for everything.”

With his large hand grasping your smaller one, Johnny led you out of the club, easily weaving between crowds of people who were still dancing the night away. When you got out onto the street, snow was beginning to fall again, but the amount of people had only increased. The tall boy ran a hand through his hair, the action hypnotizing as he wrapped an arm around your waist and entered the stream of people, “This way.”

You didn’t know what to say to him, but the silence was stifling, so you murmured loud enough so that only he could hear you, “You don’t have to do this, you know.”

“I know,” he replied, glancing down at you once before continuing with a small smirk, “But I want to.” He waited a minute before replying with an actual smile, “And they paid me too, so…”

You gave a small smile and blushed, clutching onto your bag for dear life as you two walked down the bustling street, snow falling softly and tickling your face. Your face burned all the way to the hotel, still unable to comprehend that such a gorgeous boy, a call boy at that, had his hand around your waist, and was leading you to some hotel where he would do God knows what to you. If some part of your brain was firing off and saying, “Hey, _____! Isn’t this a bad idea?”, you didn’t hear it. Instead you were listening to the other voice that whispered giddily, “A call boy! Just imagine! Wait! You don’t have to because it’s real!”

While you were fighting a war in your mind, you failed to notice that the two of you arrived at the hotel, which was way too luxurious for normal people. Johnny walked in like it was nothing, like he owned it, and upon noticing your reaction he smirked, “Listen, sweetheart. I’ve been to nicer, my clients are quite fond of me and have quite the heavy purse. This is child’s play compared to other places.” He spared you a glance, eyes traveling up your legs and curves, as he murmured, “Who knows, maybe I’ll show you them someday.”

You stared at your shoes in embarrassment, unable to find your usually witty tongue that served you so well. Instead, you walked with him through the sparkling lobby, the marble tiles so shiny you could see your reflection. Johnny didn’t even stop at the front desk, only giving the doorman a curt nod, who returned the gesture. As he pressed the button for the elevator, you gaped at him, “What was that?”

“That, baby girl,” he smiled lazily, a confident look, “is called connections.”

You were pulled into the elevator as soon as the doors opened, Johnny smashing the button that closed the doors before people could step on too. They cried out angrily but he only smirked at them, already backing you against the side of the elevator.

“I was going to be a gentleman and wait until we got to the room,” Johnny murmured, large hands traveling to your waist. “But you look so good just standing there I can’t help but want a quick taste.”


You barely had any time to reply when his lips crashed passionately into yours, hands on your hips rough as they tugged you into his. If kissing was an art form, Johnny had become a master artisan. His soft lips moved sensually against yours, controlling and powerful as you tilted your head back against the wall in defeat, allowing him to completely take over. He had you pinned against the cold metal wall, teeth nipping at your bottom lip for entrance as his tongue slipped into your mouth. You’d never been kissed like that, eyes flying open with a surprised moan before they slid close at the intimate feeling. Your head spun like you’d downed numerous shots, futilely trying to push his large frame off of yours so you could breath. But Johnny was stubborn and dominant, not stopping for a few more seconds before he pulled away, satisfyingly watching you gasp for air like someone who almost drowned.

You noticed your hands had bunched up in his shirt in an iron grip, slowly releasing the fabric as you blushed. You really didn’t know what to say to him, how did you even talk with a call boy? Don’t you just fuck and then go your separate ways?

Apparently not because Johnny couldn’t stop poking at you, all those pet names he threw around, the way he hadn’t stopped touching you since the club. He was beginning to frustrate you, though you couldn’t let him know that, he’d take too much pleasure in knowing he made you squirm.

“How was that, baby girl?,” Johnny murmured as you reached your floor, making no move to get off as you realized he was waiting for an answer.

You were known for being honest at all times, so you couldn’t help the words that slipped out of your mouth, “It was really hot.” Your ears turned pink, seeing a smile on his lips as he took your hand again and led you down a hall of doors.

The walk felt never ending, your body becoming hotter with each step as you stopped at the very last door, a corner suite. From the pocket of his tantalizing grey sweatpants, Johnny pulled out a key card, which he swiped effortlessly. He held the door open for you, ducking under his arm as you took in your new surroundings.

Your friends had apparently spared no expense, regardless of what Johnny said, the place was absolutely gorgeous. Decorated in a rather modern fashion, there was one impressive floor to ceiling window that over looked the city, and one grand king sized bed fitted with lovely grey sheets. You walked over to the bed and stroked the soft threads, unsure of what to do with yourself, but unable to meet Johnny’s eyes.

He stood off to the side, watching you carefully like a predator watches his prey, wondering when he was going to pounce. You weren’t sure what you were feeling, whether you were ready or not, whether this was something you really wanted. Sure, your body was telling you to let Johnny do things to you no one had done before, but your brain was battling and kept you from falling into the call boy’s arms. You sat down on the bed and took your heeled boots off, not as an invitation for him to go on with it, but because you were suddenly so tired and confused.

Johnny could tell you were at war with yourself, you were not the first time he’d dealt with someone who was hesitant. All you needed was a little push, a little reassurance, and he could give you that and much more if you agreed.

“_______,” Johnny called out, surprising you as he used your name while he walked over and sat next to you on the bed. “I know what you’re thinking,” he said, turning to look at you, the natural curve of his mouth calm and pensive, “and I understand. This isn’t the first time someone was unsure, it’s actually really common.”

You stayed silent, mulling over his words. He sighed, probably expecting you to say something, but you didn’t, not knowing how to tell him both sides of your feelings. He was gorgeous and willing, here only to make your wildest fantasies come true, but the truth is, you were terrified. You hadn’t told anyone, not even your friends, and Johnny certainly didn’t know.

You were still a virgin.

You were surprised Johnny couldn’t spot the fact that you were one from a mile away, seeing as he’s probably slept with more people than he could count on his fingers and toes four times over. The famous call boy stood up from the bedding, dusting off his pants, “I understand. I’m not going to force you into anything you would regret.” He was already making his way to the door, grabbing his coat as he reached for the door handle, “You don’t have to worry, I’ll give the money back to your friends. It’s not a big deal.”

You forced yourself to look up, seeing him turn the handle with the actual intent of leaving sent your nerves into overdrive. You stood up suddenly, taking a few steps toward him, “Johnny, wait!”

He turned expectantly, looking fazed for only a moment before he returned to his calm state, “What?”

You gulped, closing the distance between the two of you and overlapping your hand with the the one that rested on the door handle, “Stay…please.”

He let go immediately, dropping his coat and backing you up slowly in tottering steps until the back of your legs hit the bed. You sat back down on the edge, allowing him to tower of you and cage your body with his as he pushed you into the mattress. His voice was low, already laden with a lust that sent a shiver down your back, “You sure?”

“Y-yes,” you quivered, hands lacing behind his neck as you pressed your thighs together, “I want you.”

“Positive?,” he teased with a smile, playful and confident again as he let one of his hands barely slide up your miniskirt.

“Yes! Fuck me!,” you cried out, exasperated and wiggling underneath that stare of his that practically undressed you.

“Alright, princess,” Johnny smirked, lips barely touching yours, “You didn’t even say please, that wasn’t very nice of you.” His hand crept up into your skirt, finding that you were only wearing pantie hose without underwear, and that greatly excited him.

He inched his fingers up your inner thigh, your legs parting on their own as you tilted your head back at the strange new feeling, “Ah…!”

He bunched up your skirt around your hips, his short finger nails digging into the hose and ripping a hole big enough to give him access to your womanhood. Cool air hit your lower lips, eyes screwing shut in pleasure as Johnny let one of his fingers dip lightly into your wet folds. He down at you underneath him, smirking, “Now listen hear.”

“I could take you real slow, sweetheart,” he traced a finger up your slit, letting it press lightly enough on your clit to make you gasp. “Or I could fuck your brains out.”

You could only moan, feeling him increase the pressure on your clit as he circled it with his finger, “Either way, baby girl, you’re going to end up bent over and spread wide for me.”

He bent down so his lips brushed the shell of your ear, retracting his hand from your core and unzipping your skirt slowly, “I’m going to make you come around my cock at least two times tonight, sweetheart. How does that sound?”

You swallowed thickly, tears of pleasure already pricking at your eyes just from his words, “So good.” You’d never felt so aroused in all your life, your body experiencing sensations and feelings you’ve never felt before. It was all so new and beautiful, you’re sure your body wouldn’t be able to last the night.

Johnny sat up and took his shirt off, giving you a good long look of his toned tan chest, his gold chains bouncing lightly as he walked around the bed until he laid himself down at the head. He made himself comfortable as you sat at the foot of the bed confused, “What’re you-”

“I want you to dance for me, baby girl,” Johnny murmured, his hand languidly resting over the bulge in his sweatpants. “I saw you in the club, dancing like the little slut you are, such a naughty girl. Stand up.”

You listened obediently, already sliding your skirt and panties hoes down your legs as your body moved to some silent music. You recalled a song you’d really liked from earlier on the dance floor, a hypnotic beat that had the risqué sound of a bed rhythmically creaking. You danced to that beat, tongue coming out to trace your bottom lip as you stared at Johnny, whose hand moved lightly over his sweatpants.

He watched you with intense eyes, lips parting slightly as he watched your every movement, “You know you made so many guys hard, sweetheart. And you turned them all down too, isn’t that right?” His voice dropped an octave, his abs flexing as he rubbed his dick harder, “They all would have gladly waited in line to fuck you right there too.”

Not missing a single movement of his hand, you slipped your shirt over your head, dropping down to the floor like you had in the club. Johnny sat up a little straighter to watch you knot your hips on the floor, his dick twitching at the sight of your bare body.

As you stood back up, your reached behind and unclasped your bra, feeling bold enough to throw it at Johnny’s feet. He let out a small groan, watching as your crawled on all fours towards him on the bed. You felt like someone completely different than earlier, driven only by your need to be with Johnny and feel his touch.

You let your hands press against his chest, straddling him like he had done to you in the club and grinding down in his clothes erection. Johnny must of had a ton of self control because he only breathed through his nostrils heavily and squeezed your hips with his hands, guiding you as you rode him. You let out lewd sounds you didn’t know you were capable of making, unable to bare the pleasure you were feeling, how hot Johnny’s skin was against your palms. You couldn’t resist the temptation any longer, your fingers leaving his chest and choosing to weave through his long brown hair.

You tugged on the roots as he began to grind back up into you, making you moan, “Johnny…”

He grunted in approval, stilling your for just a moment so he could pull his sweatpants down. You had left a large wet spot over the front, all from your dripping core as you rode him. You balked, realizing what his intention was as he slipped his impressive dick out of his briefs, “What’s wrong sweetheart? You suddenly scared?”

You gulped, raising yourself up on trembling thighs so he could position himself at your entrance. Your fingers dug into the skin of his broad shoulders, heart beat picking up as you prepared yourself for him, “N-no.”

He didn’t even reply, instead he decided enough was enough and slammed himself into you harshly. You cried out, tears slipping down your cheeks as his eyes suddenly widened in shock, “Shit. _______, why didn’t you tell me this was your first time?”

You buried your head into his shoulder, sniffling from the pain as his arms wrapped comfortingly around your frame, “I-I didn’t want you to make fun of me.”

Johnny sighed, showering your skin with kisses and rubbing soothing circles around your back, “Sweetheart, no….”

You gave a shaky breath, beginning to get used to the unfamiliar stretch of your core, the strange feeling giving you a sense of completion. The call boy cupped your face, eyes surprisingly earnest, “I’ll make it up to you, baby girl, I promise, okay?”

You nodded, resting your head against the crook of his neck. You felt so small in his arms, but safe, so you whispered tentatively, “Okay. You can move….”

His hips moved gently at first, rocking in and out of you smoothly as you got used to the feeling, which began to build into one of pleasure. You hesitantly moved your hips, clumsily finding the same rhythm as him. He noticed you reciprocating his movement, picking up his speed slightly and pressing a kiss to your neck, “Feel good?”

You could only moan softly, voice wavering as he bounced you on his dick getting increasingly rougher as he realized you were beginning to like it that way. His hips rutted harshly into yours, now unable to hold back as you grew accustomed to his size, biting down into the skin of his shoulder when he grabbed your ass, “Johnny!…”

“Such a good girl,” he groaned, head lolling back against the headboard as he lost himself in the feeling. “Your tight little pussy feels so good.”

Your breathing increased, feeling close to your high as Johnny spanked your ass roughly, most likely leaving a perfectly red handprint. Soon as his hand made contact with your ass again, you were gone, arching your back in a silent scream as your first orgasm of the night rolled over you.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” Johnny smirked, obviously not close at all to his own high as he helped you ride out your high. “Come all over this dick.”

Once you’d settled down, Johnny suddenly slipped out of you, taking your wrist and dragging you over to the large window. He pressed your naked body front first against the glass, legs still trembling from your release as you watched the unsuspecting people walk by on the street. He kicked your legs wider, running  a hand down your back as he guided his member to your dripping heat. Before he pushed into you, Johnny leaned over, resting his chin on your shoulder and licking the skin there, “I’m going to fuck you up against this window for all these people. They’re going to see you spread all pretty for me, baby girl, pressed against the glass like the slut you are.”

You moaned loudly, feeling him push into your still flexing walls, a tighter fit than even the first time he entered you. He gave you no time to adjust, fucking you so hard against the window that the glass vibrated dagerously. You felt your heart increase as you were forced to look down at the people walking down on the ground. Someone could look up any minute and see your breasts pressed against the glass and you already felt a blush reaching your cheeks at the thought. For some reason, it excited you being in such a dangerous position.

Johnny worked your body like a pro, his much taller height practically lifting you from the ground as you stood on your tip toes. He was hitting a spot inside of you that you didn’t realize was there, and each time he did, your body felt an electric shock. It was intoxicating the way he breath fanned across your back, his small grunts so sensual in your ear that you felt them travel to your core. He let out a groan, “I’m close, baby girl. I’m going to come all over you.”

Pressing your cheek against the glass, you reached a hand down to rub yourself to completion. You saw stars as you touched your clit, not realizing such a small bundle of nerves could feel so incredible at just the slightest brush. Johnny saw you touching yourself, pushing your hand aside and replacing it with his own as he panted, “Let me help you out, sweetheart.”

You slapped the glass with a hand covered in your essence as he pummeled into you, his thrusts becoming choppier as he approached his high. He suddenly pulled out with a loud groan, “Fuck…”

You felt strands of his hot cum land on your back, turning your head to watch him pump his cock to milk it of all his release. Which was apparently a lot, leaving your back completely covered and messy. You shivered at the feeling, still close to your release as you cupped his jaw and kissed his passionately. Pulling away from his lips, you murmured against his lips, “Your cum feels so warm on my skin, Johnny.” He moaned and returned your kiss, sloppily letting his tongue stroke yours, remembering that you hadn’t come yet.

Johnny fell to his knees, gold chains clinking lightly as he pushed you against the glass again, this time with your cum covered back smearing it. He spread your legs, a smirk on his face, “Don’t think I forgot about you sweetheart.”

You didn’t understand what he meant until he leaned in and licked a stripe up your lower lips, your thighs trembling at the feeling. He mouthed your soaking heat, your fingers gripping at his hair as he made some of the lewdest noises with his mouth. He focused mainly on you clit, his teeth coming out to tug on it lightly as he brought his fingers to your entrance. He slipped two of his long fingers in, pumping them in and out at a nice steady pace as you moaned at the feeling. He hummed, sending gorgeous vibrations onto your clit and making you brain blank as you suddenly came. You arched into his mouth, trembling with your release as he pulled his mouth away and finger fucked you to completion, “That’s right sweetheart, let me have it.”

When you came down, he pulled his fingers out and placed them in his mouth, looking up at you through his lashes as he sucked them clean. He placed kisses on your stomach, peeling you away from the mess you’d made on the glass with his come and laying you on your stomach on the bed. You sighed contently, watching as Johnny tucked himself into his sweatpants again and walked into the bathroom. He returned with a washcloth that steamed with warm water, coming over to clean your back of his release.

“It’s been a while since someone made me come this much,” he casually observed, wiping you back and pressing kisses to it when he was done. “Usually I would leave right after I fucked someone but…”

You felt something akin to hope bubble in your chest, for an unknown reason, and was happy. You tried to appear calm as you turned on your side, “But…what?”

Johnny looked at you with a smile, a real one, laying down next to you so that you were face to face, “But, you’re rather interesting.” He brushed your hair behind your ear, “And cute. And beautiful.”

You blushed, biting your lip to hide your pleased smile, “Oh.”

He watched you amusedly, “Usually I have a personal rule where I don’t date my clients, but you’re a special case I think.”

“What’re you trying to say?,” you smiled, feeling brave enough to brush the hair from his eyes.

“What I’m trying to say is,” he started, pushing you down into the bed and caging you in with his arms. “I wouldn’t mind taking you out to get coffee sometime soon. So I can get to know the pretty personality behind the pretty face.”

You laughed lightly, allowing him to press kisses to your neck, “I wouldn’t mind that at all either.”

Johnny looked up at you happily, “Then it’s a date. Now,” he let his hands wander to places he had yet to explore, making you gasp, “we have this room for the rest of the night. Why don’t we put it to good use?”

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Imagine Chris falling in-love with you all over again.

A/N: Epilogue! This is best if you listen to Ed Sheeran’s song ‘Perfect’ first 'cause I was inspired by that. Anyway, we’ve finally arrived at the end of the series. (I don’t know if I’ll write more, but this seems like a good place to end.) I’m so excited to go on holiday, but I’m terribly sad to leave you guys. Fear not, I might just whip out my keyboard at the airport if some inspiration strikes me. I love you all so much! 😘 You can read the previous parts here: ('Charlotte Rose’ - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A/5B) and ('Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts’; 'Baby Fever’; 'Memory Lane’; and 'Little Ones’ - Masterlist) Enjoy and I’ll see y'all soon. X

Chris was right about the movie, 'Charlotte Rose’, taking home Oscars. It took home so many Oscars that it nearly cleaned out the categories; it won “Best Original Score’, 'Best Actress’, 'Best Sound Editing’, 'Best Original Screenplay’, 'Best Director’, and 'Best Picture’. You and Chris spent the night in Los Angeles celebrating like there was no tomorrow, earning praises all round for the work the two of you did as a couple. Articles flew and circulated the web: "Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N takes home six Oscars, it just goes to show that they’re as good as co-workers as they are a couple!”, “Power couple, Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N, dominates The Academy Awards!”, “Production companies will be fighting to work with Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N after they return from their hiatus.”

The movie was filmed and produced two years after your daughter was born, as you both wanted some time to care for your preemie baby. It was incredibly well-received around the world, so much so that you and Chris ended up doing press despite being the faces behind the scenes. As it turned out, the press and the fans were more interested in the work the two of you did rather than the actors and actresses you hired. You were lucky, however, to have both of your children be at the age where they could travel with you while you toured the world. It was a pretty great three months out of Boston, but eventually it was time to go home.

It was nice to be back in your home after months of staying in hotels, you could tell your kids were excited to get home too. Even now, as you spent a lazy Sunday in Boston with your family watching Disney movies, it was different to how you’d spend a lazy Sunday in Los Angeles watching Disney movies with your family, despite having a second house there. Boston was home now, the place Chris had bought before he met you- the place that you’d both turned into a home after getting married- was home now.

As Chris dried and put away the dishes, you were snuggled up with your kids on the couch. He looked over and smiled; there wasn’t a sight more pure that he could bestow upon himself. You looked up and smiled when you saw him smiling at the three of you, you beckoned him over with your head. He chuckled and left the job unfinished because you didn’t need to ask twice; that was an offer he couldn’t refuse.

“Daddy!” Charlie pulled away from you and held out her arms when she saw her dad walking over; Chris smiled and scooped her into his arms. You chuckled and shuffled, pulling Jack closer to you as you made a spot for your husband. The girl was definitely his girl, whereas the boy was yours. “You smell nice,” she giggled when she buried her face into the crook of his neck.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he chuckled, rubbing her back. It was clear she was getting tired, it wouldn’t be long until she fell asleep in his arms. Jack was halfway there too, fighting his heavy eyelids as he rested in your comforting arms. “You smell lovely too,” he told her as he pressed a kiss into her soft locks.

“Mama,” Jack whispered and you looked down at him. “I know we had pancakes for breakfast today,” he yawned and you chuckled, “but can we have pancakes for breakfast tomorrow too?” You nodded and kissed the top of his head as Chris wrapped an arm around you; you leaned into him and smiled when you felt him kiss your head.

“Think you can meet me in the backyard after I put the kids to bed?” Chris whispered into your ear and you turned to him with narrowed eyes. “Yes?” He mouthed and nodded his head, prompting a nod from you. “Awesome,” he smiled then turned his attention back on Charlie. “Sweetheart,” he spoke gently, “do you want me to put you to bed?”

“Mm hm,” she nodded her little head, rubbing her eyes.

“Alright,” Chris smiled and rose to his feet, lifting her with him. “Jack, you ready for bed too, bud?” Jack nodded; he kissed your cheek then pulled away from you, taking the hand his dad was holding out. “C'mon, Dodge.” He called and Dodger followed. “Backyard, fifteen minutes tops.” He mouthed over his shoulder as he took the kids upstairs to tuck them in for the night.

You, on the other hand, decided to spend the next fifteen minutes cleaning up the mess from your cozy movie marathon while waiting for Chris to return. It took him ten minutes which meant your kids were really worn out, otherwise it would’ve been at least half an hour. When he returned, you were finishing the dish job he’d left unfinished. He leaned against the fridge, smiling at you with a smile that drew laughter.

“What?” You smacked him with the dish rag.

“Nothing,” he shook his head, smiling. “I’m just admiring how beautiful you look.”

“Beautiful?” You chuckled softly as he took your hand, leading you towards the backyard; he’d prepared a special something for the both of you, some down time as a couple after spending the whole day as parents. “I’m a mess.”

“Darling, you look perfect tonight,” he whispered underneath his breath, but you heard it. You smiled and leaned in, tenderly giving his jawline a sweet kiss. “I figured we could go on that date we talked about in the hospital. I know we’re not old and gray yet, but-” he paused to push the curtains apart, opening the sliding doors. “This is as good a night as any to catch up on some alone time.”

“Chris,” you smiled as you took in the sight in front of you.

Your husband had laid out a blanket on the grass with candles and rose petals surround it. His iPod was plugged into a docking station and the song, 'Make You Feel My Love’ by Adele- the song that was playing at your wedding when you had your first dance- was playing. You turned to him and mirrored his dorky grin, shaking your head in disbelief. He leaned forward and your eyes closed as he pressed his lips against your forehead. After ten years of being with him, you still couldn’t believe how lucky you were.

“Shall we?” He held out a hand and you took it, letting him lead you into a barefoot waltz on the soft grass. “You know what, Y/N?” He whispered after a while. “I’d do anything to have this moment last forever. Just being here with you, dancing in the dark with you- it’s unadulterated bliss.” He pulled back to look you in the eyes, “you’ve given me unadulterated bliss. That’s something I never thought I’d achieve, but here I am with the perfect wife, the perfect kids. I have the perfect life,” his eyes glistened as he smiled, “because of you.”

“None of this would have happened if you didn’t find me first, Chris,” you smiled, feeling your own eyes well. “You are the reason we have all of this, you are the one who has given me unadulterated bliss. Without you, I wouldn’t be here. Without you, we wouldn’t have Jack and Charlie. Without you, my life wouldn’t mean as much as it does today. You are the love of my life- the light that dims all the dark. I have the perfect life because of you, Chris, not the other way around,” you told him.

“Let’s just agree to disagree,” he chuckled and dipped his head, kissing you.

Adele’s 'Make You Feel My Love’ faded out and Ed Sheeran’s 'Perfect started playing. You both chuckled as you broke the kiss; the memory of how you told him the song was the perfect depiction of your entire life together came flooding back.

I found a love for me 

Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead

“We really just leapt into this relationship, didn’t we?” You chuckled when you thought back to how you met and how quickly things progressed after the first meeting. “It was like the universe suddenly decided it was time for us to stop fooling around with other people, just threw us into the deep end and left us to save each other.”

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet 

Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

“Aren’t you glad though?” Chris smiled when you nodded. “If I could just go back in time and just- grab Chris and shove him in your direction. Just have him find you years and years earlier, I would. I would just slap some sense into him, tell him to go find you instead of wasting his time with girls who clearly aren’t right for him.”

“I’d do the same with Y/N,” you nodded. “I’d drag her across oceans if it meant I could spend more time with you. Not that I needed to, considering we grew up hours away from each other.” You both chuckled. “God, what were we thinking? How could we have just missed each other? I mean- the life we could’ve had, the pain we could’ve avoided.”

“I guess we didn’t know we had someone so perfect waiting for us.”

'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love 

Not knowing what it was 

I will not give you up this time 

But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own 

And in your eyes you’re holding mine

“The first time I saw you, Y/N,” Chris chuckled softly. “I thought my heart was going to jump out of my throat. I was so nervous that I let the opportunity to speak to you- the love of my life- escape. If you didn’t drop that coaster- if Kevin wasn’t your father’s friend, I’d never would’ve met you and it would’ve eaten me up alive.”

“And I feel like a complete idiot ignoring my vicinity,” you laughed. “If I had just stopped obsessing with my writing for a second, take my eyes off my damn Gummi Bears- I would’ve noticed Captain America across the room and gone up to you.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, smiling. “But I’m really glad you didn’t though, that was part of your charm. Your passion was what captured me, your insanity-” he chuckled when you playfully slapped his arm. “You were like a breath of fresh air after years under water.”

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms 

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song 

When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath 

But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight

“And you still are,” Chris told you, tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear. “Every time I see you, it’s like I’m being saved all over again.” You felt your heart ache at his sincerity. “No matter how bad my day gets, there won’t be something you can’t do to make me feel better.”

“Chris,” you pulled your hand out of his for a brief second, brushing the tear that had escaped. “Stop,” you chuckled softly as he did, kissing your forehead. “You’re making me cry and I don’t want to cry during such a beautiful moment. Ed Sheeran’s really not helping,” you referred to the song and he laughed.

Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know 

She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll share her home 

I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets 

To carry love, to carry children of our own

“This could be our anthem, you know that right?” Chris chuckled at how perfect the song 'Perfect’ was; it practically described your whole relationship in four minutes and twenty-three seconds. “If he’d just come out with this song a few years earlier, I’d have it playing at our wedding. It would definitely draw tears, I mean- just listening to it now, it’s making my heart ache.”

“Aw,” you chuckled. “I know, right? The best part of listening to it now though, it’s actually true. We’ve accomplished our dream of working together, you’ve accomplished yours of winning that Oscar you so thoroughly deserve.” He smiled when you brushed his cheek with the back of your hand. “We’re married, we’ve got a house, we’ve got our kids. Our life is complete, Chris,” you smiled and he mirrored it. “Don’t get me wrong, we’ve got lots more to do but- I’m pretty satisfied with what we have now.”

We are still kids, but we’re so in love 

Fighting against all odds 

I know we’ll be alright this time

“Yeah,” Chris nodded, smiling. “I’m with you there.”

Darling, just hold my hand 

Be my girl, I’ll be your man 

I see my future in your eyes

“I have you as my present and my future,” you smiled. “That’s more than good enough for me, more than I can ask for in this lifetime.” He pulled you closer to him and you rested your head against his chest, gently swaying in the dark and listening to the song as you reflected on your ten years together.

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms 

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song 

When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful 

I don’t deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms 

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song

Chris pulled back and you looked up to meet his gaze, he smiled and you smiled back. “I am so utterly, irretrievably, and irrevocably in-love with you.” You pulled your hand out of his and wrapped both arms around his neck, taking a step closer as if you could getting any closer to him.

I have faith in what I see 

Now I know I have met an angel in person 

And she looks perfect, I don’t deserve this 

You look perfect tonight

“I love you, Chris Evans,” you whispered; your lips inches away from his.

“I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N.” His breath warm against your face. “Well,” he chuckled softly, “I should really say Evans, shouldn’t I?” You bit back your smile; you’d kept your last name for professional reasons. “It’s not like you’re going anywhere romantically, or professionally, now that we’ve proven we make such a great team.”

“I wasn’t going anywhere before that anyway,” you chuckled.

“Yeah,” he smiled and started to lean in, “I definitely don’t deserve this.”

“Neither do I,” you smiled and pressed your lips against his.

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Feels Like Home: Chapter 1 - When We Were Young

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Characters- Reader, Maisie the dog, Missouri, RodeoCowboy!Dean
Warnings- None
Word Count- 1,123
Summary- It’s a usual day until a face from your past shows up. You never thought you’d see him again, but fate seems to have other ideas.
A/N- The first in this series! I’m so excited to share this one with y’all since it’s been in the planning stages since January. I had some computer troubles, but luckily I’ve been able to get it working enough to write, so all’s well. It’s all outlined, so I’m just so excited to finally share!

Enjoy and let me know what you think!

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Squinting against the sunlight filtering in through your windows, you sigh before glaring at the beeping alarm on your nightstand. You’d done all the chores you’d needed to the night before, just to spend an extra hour or two in bed this morning. You should have known they’d fly right on by.

Your morning is much the same as always- get up and ready to do some chores before you head out to breakfast at Missouri’s Diner. Your small horse ranch requires daily maintenance, all of which you take care of yourself. Hauling hay, feeding the horses, daily grooming, cleaning stalls- all are a part of your daily chore list.

You open your front door to a bright dawn, bright orangey-yellows melting into blue. The sight brings a small smile to your face, thinking of all the people who are too busy stuck behind a desk to ever see the beauty of a fresh new day. Running a ranch may be hard work, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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Peter always found it to be a challenge to surprise his girlfriend, [Full Name], on her birthday.

Seemingly born with observational skills that could even put Batman to shame, to say it was difficult to surprise [Name] was a huge understatement. As Peter lay in bed with just about a week until his beloved’s birthday, he thought back to the years he had tried to surprise her, only to have it ruined each time within seconds.

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i was messing around with sad headcanons with @coolami69 earlier and…

What if after spending many happy years with Asami, the damage to her body at Zaheer’s hands finally caught up to her again. Her muscles aren’t as strong, she’s not as fast.

Asami would jump into action, despite being recently retired from Future Industries, or maybe because of it. She needs something to do and now she has a goal- save Korra’s life. She seeks out medical treatments, obscure bending texts. The practically move into the spirit world for a while, looking for someone who can help her save her love. Of course part of this is selfish, Korra is the only family she has now. Mako and Bolin have their own families. The little girl they adopted after Korra found her in the aftermath of an earthquake has grown up and taken her mother’s place as CEO and has a family of her own.

Asami is by Korra’s side constantly. When Korra can’t walk under her own power, she designs a new, upgraded version of the wheelchair she’d built immediately after the fight with Zaheer. Korra recoiled from it at first- the memories were too painful- but after a time, she realized that she missed the warmth of the sun (the closest thing she had to firebending), the fresh breeze over the water (the closest thing she had to airbending) and when Asami would help her sit beneath the willow tree at the pond where she could still dig her toes into the dirt.

She once commanded entire oceans, she rent the fabric between dimensions with her bare hands. Now, she barely has the power to send ripples across the surface of the water, ruffling the feathers of the baby turtleducks.

She’s spent a lot of time thinking while Asami works furiously to “solve” Korra’s health and improve her quality of life. She finally sighs and tells Asami it’s ok. She’s tired. She’s happy. She’s lived a full life with Asami by her side. Maybe she’ll get to see Aang again, maybe even Katara and Sokka (how she missed her Uncle Sokka).

She knows Asami needs something. A distraction. A reminder. Something to do. So she makes a request. Find the next Avatar. Help them the way you helped me. Don’t let the White Lotus keep the next Avatar isolated like they did me. Make sure they are loved and allowed to grow and be their own person.

Korra’s hands can’t hold a pen anymore, so on days when she can breathe well enough, she dictates. She dictates to Asami letters that she’ll give the next Avatar- advice to hold them over until they can contact her spirit- and for their daughter. She dictates to Bolin love letters for Asami when he notices she’s particularly low. (She has Ikki write the ones for ‘special’ occasions.) She recounts every memory she has about the other Avatars for Jinora’s collection. On days when it’s harder, Asami takes her for walks around the gardens and the pond. They cuddle at the base of trees like they did so often in the spirit world when they were younger. Asami traces her face and runs her fingers through Korra’s hair as if she’s memorizing the feel of her. Asami tells her stories about when they were just friends and how much she loved her. How hard it was to let Korra decide for herself whether she wanted more from their relationship.

When the day comes, they’re both ready, but Asami can’t help the tears rolling down her face. She may be gray and no longer able to do flips over bandits with her shock glove, but she still feels she’s too young to be a widow at 68. Korra looks over at her with a small, crooked smile on her wrinkled lips, runs a thumb under Asami’s eyelid, and says, “Don’t cry, Sunshine.”

One day, years later, Asami finds the next Avatar. A little boy with tousled hair. Quiet, reserved, nothing at all like her Korra, no matter how hard she looks. She helps him find his way, helps him find the best bending and non-bending masters to teach him. She has nothing better to do, she says when he asks why she doesn’t go home. She made a promise, she explains when he asks why she was arguing with the White Lotus.

Her bones creak as she sits beneath a tree next to a pond in some faraway district where they found a new master to train the Avatar. She’s weary, a kind of tired that isn’t chased away by tea and naps. She remembers the many times she sat in places just like this with Korra and her heart aches. She leans back and closes her eyes, a tear escaping down her cheek. She doesn’t bother moving when she hears footsteps coming closer. She just wants to be left alone.

“Don’t cry, Sunshine.”

Birthday Love

Here’s another part in “Our Girl”  

Read “Movie Night”
Read Between The Sheets
Read Protection
Read Trust
Read “Come Home To Me”
Read “What The What”
Read “You’re Mine”

Pairing: Dean x Reader x Sam (polyamorous)
Words:  1551

Requested by @bulletscrossbowpie:  Hey can I make a request for “Our Girl”, can it be Dean’s Birthday and Y/n wants to make it special cause he’s never had a good birthday. You can decide how she makes it special, if you can include Sam in the planning. Make it smutty please? 

Warning: Smut (one of the last one shots with smut that I will do)

A/N: No longer taking requests for this series.


          “You’re not mad?” you looked up at Sam after telling him your plan to make Dean’s birthday special.

           Sam smiled, “Of course I’m not mad,” he said, “I think it’s great that you want to make his birthday special. And …” he put his hands on your hips, “That just means I get a little birthday love too.”

           You smiled up at him, “Absolutely,” you nodded, “Thank you, Sammy.”

           “No, Baby; thank you,” he said, kissing you, “You’ve given us both love that we never thought we would find.”

           “You deserve all the love in the world.”

           “You make me feel like that’s true.”

           You kissed him softly, “I love you, Sam.”

           “I love you too.”

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My Nirvana

Author: @dylan-trash-tbh
Pairing: Dylan O'brien x Reader
Words: 2299


A/N: This is sad. I am sad. Everything is sad.
Keep in mind that English isn’t my first language! Thanks a lot to my lifesaver @cynicallystiles💙 for proofreading, editing and for not letting me delete this, even though I thought it was shitty ✨ your support means a lot!

Please let me know what you think 💖


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Who would have thought that ‘forever’ sometimes means ‘until someone better comes along’.

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St. Patrick’s by the Bottle (Part 5)

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,837

Warnings: angst (you should really just expect this from me lol), language, not a lot of cheating going on in this one, Daddy!Dean feels (bc that is def a warning)

Catch up on the By the Bottle Series

A/N: I hope you guys really love this part as much as I did!! Big thank you to all of you who voted on what the twins gender would be!! Feedback would be greatly appreciated!! :*

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It’s Really Hard to Wait When It’s This Much Fun to Tease

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Note:  Another reupload with a lot of edits and more content added.  I did a kink meme game back on my old blog, and the prompt was “Teasing & Threesome + Taehyung & Jimin” which sounds like a great time lol.  Short thing of smut.  Just 1.7k words of filth.  Proceed with caution babes.  

Summary:  Teasing & Threesome + Taehyung & Jimin.  It’s pretty straightforward.

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“You do know he’s going to get you back…”  Jimin’s words are said out of concern for you, but right now your boyfriend looks the furthest thing from worried when you give a kittenish lick to the head of his cock in time with a rough squeeze around his length.  With a gasp, he almost drops the phone recording you giving him wettest, sloppiest blowjob of his life.  

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Creepypasta #1052: The Beast In The Dryer Liked To Eat My Clothing When I Was Seven

Length: Long

The beast in the dryer liked to eat my clothing.

I didn’t know why, but he told me he loved the taste of my socks, sweaters, underwear, pants, shirts, tights, whatever he could gets his paws on. He told me he lived on soap, little girl’s clothes, and prayers at night, but if I wanted to sneak him a candy bar now and again, he wouldn’t complain. Because I was seven, this made perfect sense to me. 

The company was nice when I was down in our scary, unfurnished basement doing laundry. I was forced to do my own laundry because my family was giant and difficult to manage, so I had lots of time to sneak out a pair of socks, a shirt I didn’t really like, or an old and holey pair of tights. In return for his “snacks,” the beast was the best friend I’d ever had. I’d tell him about my day, about my friends. I would even tell him all the secrets I was scared to tell my parents, like how I found my oldest sister Victoria naked with her boyfriend, or how Daddy talked about money problems when he thought we were all asleep, or how my fourteen-year-old brother Levi snuck out every night and came back smelling sweet and rotten. The beast told me I was a good observer, that I noticed things nobody else did. He said this made me very special, especially because I didn’t go blabbing all these secrets I carried.

He said, “Dolly, you’re a special girl and I’m a special beastie, which is why we’re such good friends.” Dolly was his nickname for me, since he said my real name, Diana, was very stuffy. I kind of agreed.

I liked talking to the beast in the dryer so much that I started offering to do other people’s laundry. My nine-year-old sister Millie, who was the meanest person in the world, told me that because I offered she wouldn’t flush my goldfish down the toilet. Levi said thanks and gave me a brownie that made me feel funny and then throw up. Victoria said I could, but I was to absolutely never look in her drawers or touch her “lingerie.” The second-meanest member of my family, my twelve-year-old brother Danny, told me now I had to do his laundry forever, and I’d better give it to him all folded and neat, or else he’d “mash me.” My siblings were horrible and I hated them all. I told the beastie.

“I was being helpful and really nice,” I lamented to him as I folded Danny’s laundry, making sure his shirts were nice and neat. “Nobody even said thank you but Levi, and he gave me that dumb brownie. I think it was a prank.”

The beast snorted furiously. “Dolly, don’t you think about that. You’re so polite and kind to your brothers and sisters. They just don’t appreciate you. But I do!” The dryer rattled and I could tell he was mad. He cared about me so much, even more than my mom and dad. “I appreciate you more than anybody else, and don’t you ever forget that.”

“They don’t appreciate me,” I repeated. “You do, though.”

“That’s right,” the beast affirmed. “Now, do you have any snacks for me today?”

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You Found My Arms Not a Moment Too Soon

He was supposed to be focused on work. He was supposed to be finishing his notes on these case files. He was supposed to be prepping for the trial in two days. But he couldn’t take his eyes off the beautiful little brown curls bouncing around his office pretending she was flying.

You had been stuck at work and couldn’t pick up your little girl from Kindergarten today. So he had said he would pick her up from school today and bring her to his office while he finished up work. He didn’t mind. He loved that little girl in ways he never thought he would be able to love someone. He never thought he’d have kids in his life. He wanted them sure. But with his work and his past experience with relationships, he had just accepted that he would be on his own for the rest of his life. That is until you walked into his life.

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Thank God For You

This is canon season 12 so obviously there’s Penny. Also, I’ve not reread so sorry for any mistakes!

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Can you imagine how wonderful it is to be in love? To be so deeply sure of your feelings for another person that you’re certain you want to spend the rest of your life with them?

Now can you imagine how devastatingly lonely it is to know that that person, the absolute love of your life, doesn’t feel the same? To live everyday knowing no matter what they say or how they try and pretend, even to themselves, you’re not what or who they ache for. You’ll never look right or sound right or feel right. You’ll never be right.

Because you’re not them.

Penny does. It’s something she lives with every single day and somehow, the more she loves Callie, the less she seems to love her back. The further away she slips and the closer to goodbye they tread.

Penny works ridiculously long hours these days. She often comes home to the girls asleep already, darkness engulfing their tiny apartment. Most times Callie has ‘accidentally’ fallen asleep with her mini-me, arms embracing each other tightly, Sofia contently curled into her mama as Callie’s arm reaches over her as though reaching for another body that will never be there.

Tonight though, with Sofia happily in Seattle with her mommy and Callie on early finishes, Penny had been delighted to be granted an evening off. She stopped off for her girlfriend’s favourite take out and wine, hoping they could have a cosy, romantic evening in.

Recently Callie had taken to teaching Sofia the piano. Penny had been frustrated at first, saying the huge thing took up so much space in their small home but the other woman was adamant and Sofia had taken to it like a pro. So she was used to the melodic sounds of Callie’s talented hands dancing accords the keys, even become to begrudgingly enjoy it despite not particularly being a music fan.

What she wasn’t used to, had never heard before, was the hauntingly beautiful sound of the older woman’s voice as she lost herself in words of a song she seemed so immersed in.

These wounds won’t seem to heal, this pain is just too real, there’s just too much that time cannot erase.

Penny can’t see her but the words float through the crack in the door and surround her and somehow she knows she’ll never forget the sadness she can feel seeping from the other woman.

When you cried, I’d wipe away all of your tears. When you’d scream, I’d fight away all of your fears and I held your hand through all of these years but you still have all of me.

Penny reaches an arm out to steady herself against the couch and thinks silently to herself what a thing it must be to be loved so completely and irrevocably by this woman and wishes regretfully that she’d only get the chance to know.

~~
“Mama, mama, please can I put the special one on? Pleeeease?” Sofia flutters her long lashes, looking every bit as angelic as she always does with her wide brown eyes and dimples out in full force.

Callie can only give a throaty laugh and nod, ruffling her daughters silky hair, “yes mija, go ahead.”

Sinking into the couch, Callie crosses her legs, one hand holding her wine glass and the other resting in her lap as she watches her daughter, finally home from visiting her mommy.

“There. Perfect!” Sofia gives a toothy grin that is so amazingly like her mommy’s it makes Callie’s heart ache. She clambers onto the sofa next to her mama and they both admire their work.

The fairy lights sparkle against the huge green tree, a mixture of decorations collected throughout the years are neatly in place and the whole apartment smells like Christmas.

For a few moments everything feels a little bit okay.

“Hey guys! Wow, you two did a great job in here.” Penny leans over the sofa as soon as walks in, placing a kiss on Callie’s cheek and smiling at the two brunettes.

She wanders over to the tree, admiring the work the two had done and how homely it felt to be celebrating their very first Christmas. Something catches her eye though, something that makes her stomach curl in that way it does whenever a certain blondes name is mentioned.

Her fingers traced over the golden, glass bauble, over the three names written in fancy scrawl like they all belonged together. Like they were a family.

Callie
Arizona
Sofia

She doesn’t even know how it happens, she doesn’t even know it does happen until a distraught cry from a little girl breaks her trance and she realises that somehow the bauble is no longer on the tree and lays in shards, broken on the wooden floor by her feet.

Sofia looks as sad as Callie has ever seen her and it takes away the anger she feels at her girlfriend, the pain at her daughters sorrow surrounding her in a completely different way. The youngest brunette is desperately trying to pick up the broken pieces and Callie has to hurry to stop her from cutting her tiny fingers.

“Sof’, sof’ honey, come here. Come on.”

Sofia hurries over to her mamas arms, trying to get words out as her little chest heaves and as she watches, Penny feels absolutely awful.

“Mama it’s broken, daddy’s love is all broken.”

“Oh baby, it’s okay. It’s still there, daddy’s love is still always, always with you. Just like we always told you.”

Through sniffles she asks, “can I speak to mommy?”

Callie pushes back dark black hair from the young girls face, the backs of her fingers softly caressing damp cheeks as she nods, “of course mi amor. Go get your pjs on and and I’ll meet you in bed with the phone, okay?”

She doesn’t stop to look at her girlfriend, she doesn’t even blink in her direction as she climbs up from the floor, grabbing her phone and following her daughter. The slam of the bedroom door lets Penny know she won’t be seeing either brunette for the rest of the night and a tiny part of her is so drained, she wants to crush the rest of the glass to unrecognisable shards with the sole of her shoe.

Sofia rummages through her drawers, finally finding what she’s looking for. Clad in her pink flannel pyjamas, eyes red and puffy, she clambers into her bed, clinging to her mummy’s sweater that still smells just like home. Sofia cuddles into her mama and grabs the phone, waiting for her mommy’s face to finally appear.

When it does, both mother and daughter breathe a sigh of relief.

Arizona is beaming, eyes taking in the once familiar sight of the two brunettes curled up together and full of love. The smile drops quickly once she takes in her daughters tearful eyes and puffy cheeks and immediately she switches to protective mode.

“Hey my sweet girl, what’s got you in such a tiz, huh?”

“Mommy… mommy,”

Arizona nods quickly, sitting closer to the screen as though that somehow brings her closer to her precious little girl, “I’m here, Sof, right here. You can see me good, huh? You can see I’m right here. All yours. Can you tell me what’s making you so sad? Can you do that for me?”

Blue eyes flicker to her ex wife’s for a minute, watching the guilt brimming in her eyes. She’s not entirely sure if it’s for whatever’s causing their daughters sadness or for keeping them so far apart in moments like this.

“Daddy’s love broke, mommy. The glass Christmas ball that we hang up every year with all our names on it.”

Arizona nods, feeling dread in the pit of her stomach at what she assumes is about to come, “I know the one, sweetheart. I remember daddy buying it your very first Christmas for his best girl.”

“It got broken, mommy. Mama and me put up the big tree and all the decorations and when Penny came home she dropped daddy’s love to the floor and it broke.”

Arizona notices that Callie won’t look at her and she has to bite back her anger at how this could have happened.

“Oh Sofia, love, I’m so sorry that your daddy’s present got broken. I’m sorry that you’re hurting.”

Sofia wipes her eyes on Arizonas sweater, holding it close to her face, “you said it was his love, mommy. A big ball of all his love. Where does the love go now?”

The desperation in her daughters eyes and in her voice settles in Arizona’s heart, taking hold and making itself at home.

“Oh, my sweet, sweet girl. it’s okay. That love is all around you, always. It’s everywhere you are, my beautiful girl. Because I’ve never seen anyone love anything the way your daddy loves you. He waited his whole life for you, Sof. You were all the good things in all the world wrapped up in his little Sofia and he wanted to be with you every minute of every day. And that’s how I know he’s always close. He’s watching you all the time, honey. Every time you play soccer, when you open all your Christmas presents, when you get a gold star at school, daddy is cheering you on because he loves you so, so much baby. You were his dream. Okay? You were his dream just like you were mama’s dream.”

The tired girl seems to take in those words, accepting her mommy’s promises as absolute truth.

“And yours?”

“Sofia, you and mama and even your daddy were better than any dream I’ve ever had. You’re my whole world and I love you.”

“I love you too mommy,”

“Whenever there’s a time we can’t be together-” Arizona smiles and Sofia gives her a genuine, loving one in return, “just keep me in your heart, I’ll stay there forever,” she finishes with a yawn.

A few more minutes of quiet whispers and Sofia is fast asleep. Her small hand still grips Arizonas old sweater and she cuddles closely in to her mama.

Quiet lingers between the two women and botch know they should hang up but neither can bring themselves to.

“Are you okay?” Arizonas tone is soft, gentle and warming and it brings Callie some peace.

“I miss- I miss everything.”

“I do too.”

And that’s all that really needs to be said.

~~

It’s quiet the next afternoon. Penny had left early for work and Callie had been preparing lunch for the two of them. Her usually loud, energised little girl was subdued and quiet most of the morning and all Callie wanted to do was cheer her up.

Heading into the youngsters bedroom, she quickly comes to a halt at what she finds. Sofia sits on her bed, mesmerised at what she is watching. On the screen is an old homemade movie from years back when Mark was video camera obsessed and Callie’s heart twists painfully at the sight as she leans against the door, hand flat across her chest. She quickly moves and switches it off, holding her hand out for Sofia,

“Come and eat some lunch with your mama.”

The two eat together at the breakfast table, a whole buffet of their favourite foods and Callie’s relieved to see a smile back in place on her daughters lips.

“Mama, did you love mommy?

Callie drops her fork and it clatters loudly against her plate. With wide eyes, she quickly picks it back up, clearing her throat with a cough.

“I…I did, baby girl. I loved your mommy so very much.”

“Why did you fall out of love with her? Will you fall out of love with me too?”

“That can never, ever happen Sof. Never. When you really love someone it can never, ever stop. It never goes away. No matter what.”

Sofia nods, smiling almost triumphantly, “that’s what mommy said too.”

~~
Callie hasn’t answered any texts but she knows her girlfriend won’t be home for hours and she finds herself drawn all day to the same hidden away box her daughter had been.

She picks at disk at random, sitting crossed legged on the floor in front of their big tv as she puts it into the DVD player.

Laughter fills the whole room, Marks face suddenly huge across the screen.

“Torres!” He’s looking at the camera he’d had for a while now, his face right against the lens, making Callie laugh tearfully.

“How do I flip this thing around again?”

Callie suddenly comes into view, rolling her eyes at her best friend, “your daddy’s a goof, Sof,” she says to the camera, “good job you got two brilliant mama bears to keep you on track, little legs.”

Mark gives a hurt “hey!” and Callie laughs loudly, sticking her tongue out at him.

Suddenly the camera goes black and when it’s switched back on, Callie is clearly behind it. She remembers this day so incredibly well.

Sofia, we’re gonna be really quiet and catch your mommy in the act, okay?“ She whispers to the device as though it’s her daughter, “she swears she doesn’t keep creeping in here for extra cuddles but she’s lying because she’s a huge baby hog. Right mommy?”

Arizona comes into view, cradling a tiny, sleeping Sofia to her chest, breathing gently against her neck. The blonde looks up and smiles, hair in a messy pony tail and wearing some old shorts and a vest top. She looks radiant.

“It’s not my fault she’s so yummy,” she whispers and the camera zooms in on the floor for a moment as Callie obviously leans in for a kiss.

Placing their sleeping baby back in her Moses basket, Arizona laughs as Callie pulls her through to the front room, still filming despite her protests. She places the camera on a shelf and now all that can be seen is their waists, bodies close together, arms wrapped around each other as they laugh joyfully and slow dance to the background noise of the radio.

Callie’s hand comes to her chest to reach for a necklace that is no longer there, her big brown eyes overflowing with tears as she focuses so intently on the memories. She remembers exactly how Arizonas forehead had rested against her own, how they had stolen kisses and shared tender words before falling into bed, the camera left playing in another room as other needs took over.

She’s so focused on what she’s watching that Callie doesn’t hear Penny come home and she doesn’t hear her quickly leave again either.

~~
Callie is relieved to finish her shift, happy to finally relax with a new journal and a large glass of wine. Legs curled up under herself, she barely looks up when Penny sits beside her, close but really not close at all.

“Callie?”

“Mhmm?”

Penny is sitting forward on the edge of the couch and it makes the other woman finally place down her book and face her.

“Do you think… do you think if we’d met at another time, in some other place or without so much history, we would have made it?”

Callie’s eyes sheen with tears immediately, her voice broken and husky with angst and guilt and Penny thinks almost relief, “what?”

“It’s okay, Callie. Really, I’ve made peace with it. Sort of. It’s okay. But you have to too. You have to accept that she’s your one or she’s going to slip past you and you’ll live the rest of your life like… well, like this. And you don’t deserve half a life, Calliope Torres. You truly don’t.”

“Penny-” Callie doesn’t say anything else because she really doesn’t know how to. She can’t claim that what’s being said isn’t completely true, she can’t live a lie any longer. So she lets herself cry, grabbing her now ex girlfriends hand, “I’m so sorry, Penny. I’m so sorry.”

And she is.

~~
It takes three days for Callie to gather the courage to call Arizona. And even then she almost backs out. Before she can hang up though, her call is connected and the always familiar drawl of her name floods her senses.

“Morning Calliope. You do realise it’s 5am here, right?”

“I’m sorry if I woke you, Arizona. I just need to ask a favour.”

“It couldn’t wait til a more normal time?” Arizona yawns and Callie has to clench her eyes closed as she imagines the other woman stretching in bed, tank top rising up to give her a miraculous view of her toned stomach.

“It waited too long already.”

“Okay? Whatever you need, Callie.”

Taking the plunge, Callie breathes deeply and jumps, “you.”

“Yeah I got that part but I’m gonna need some more words, hon.”

“Arizona, I need you. I need you to not be across the country when our daughter is sad. I need to fight over new furniture and whose turn it is to take out the trash. I need to go to sleep with you and wake up with you and be with you. I need to massage your leg when it’s hurting and let you rub my feet when I’m exhausted. I need it all and I think you do too and also I need you to pick us up from the airport later on because we’re kinda homeless and I love Meredith but if I have to live with her again, I’ll kill her.”

She’s met with silence and only shocked, heavy breathing and Callie thinks the wait it going to drive her insane.

“Calliope Torres. You’re the- the- the biggest pain in my ass I have ever met. And thank god for you.” She’s tearful and her voice breaks and Callie’s heart feels entirely full as she listens to the blondes whispers,

“Thank god for you.”

even + isak + valentines day

if you haven’t read even’s birthday fic yet read that first! This is the next part. 

8 days before

  • even has been hanging out with the boy squad a lot since the start of the year and today is no different. 
  • isak is very very subtly leaning against him while he tries to kick jonas’ ass at fifa bc even though they’re open with the squad about their relationship they still tease isak relentlessly whenever they see them being close
  • “what do you want for your birthday? what are you even doing? its this weekend right?” magnus asks him and even nudges isak and shrugs “I don’t care as long as its with this one"
  • his words seem to embarrass isak so much he almost drops the controller out of his hands and with some ninja moves isak manages to save it from the ground
  • “what i’m really looking forward to is valentines day” he says only for isaks face to turn even redder than it already was followed by even more teasing from the guys.
  • “oh really? what are you going to do?” magnus asks. even raises his eyebrows “that’s a secret” and then they continue gaming like isak wasn’t just about to turn into a puddle of embarrassment and love.

2 days before // B-DAY

  • they’re laying in bed and isak is vast asleep beside him and even can’t believe how lucky he is with the boy next to him. the whole day he planned out, the envelopes - the thought of isak serenading him with Gabrielle still gets a shit eating grin on his face -, the signed baz luhrmann dvd… all of it is so much and so kind and so amazing
  • he loves isak so much and its so intense but at the same time it feels so light and as isak digs himself a little deeper into his side in his sleep he wonders how he once thought he loved Sonja the most he could ever love anyone
  • this is literally nothing compared to that
  • he can’t wait to show isak what he has in store for valentines day, but for now he knows he has to sleep so he cuddles up to his boyfriend (that word still sends a current through his body) and closes his eyes.

V-DAY

  • usually even wakes up before isak but when he wakes up that morning isak is already up studying (or more like looking at his notes like they hold some secret)

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The Reader Project #1 (Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader)

Au: The Rosie Project by Graeme Simsion (kinda)

Summary: Lin, a 37-year-old single successful actor and playwright who has had no real success in romantic relationships, creates a checklist to be filled out by any and all interested bachelorettes in effort to find the perfect girl for him to silence his mother’s nagging for Lin to find love and to provide her with grandchildren. Reader works in a bar in Midtown Manhattan while getting her Master of Music from Juilliard.  

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Word Count: 1291

He had found a solution to the Wife/Baby Problem, maybe.  At the age of 37, Lin-Manuel Miranda had accomplished so much.  He had written and starred in two highly successful Broadway shows, one of which recently having had the highest-grossing season in Broadway history, written music for a Disney film, for which he was given an Oscar nomination, been a Tony Award nominee and winner.  To say that this man was highly decorated with accomplishments would be an understatement.  However, this same Oscar nominated, Tony Award-winning, genius was highly unaccomplished in the romance department, not having had a real, stable relationship since his college years.  

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Softly - My Immortal

Reid X Reader

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Ten months had passed. Ten long months.

You’d gone back to work after six months. During one of your ‘dreams’ Spencer had told you that you needed to. That it would be good for you, that it would take your mind off the misery that you were stuck in. The misery of him not being alive, the misery of you not being with him physically.

I’m so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
‘Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won’t leave me alone

And… It hadn’t been too bad. You’d not gone out into the field again yet, but then again you rarely did anyway. Your main job was to help back at HQ, and to focus on the media, but the team had been doing that between them whilst you’d been off. Working helped you take your mind off Spencer, although the first time you’d gone in and seen his old desk, you’d lost it and had burst into tears.

These wounds won’t seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There’s just too much that time cannot erase

You were no longer sure that these dreams you were having were actually dreams. You always seemed drained after them and you’d noticed that since you’d started back at work, they either only occurred when you were off work the next day, or else they were only brief ‘dreams’ and then you’d start dreaming about something else.

You’d opened up to Derek about them, fearing that he’d laugh or find it funny but he’d just solemnly nodded and told you that he’d had them too. Spencer speaking to him and checking up on everyone, making sure they were doing okay and that he was looking out for you.

“How often do you have them?” you’d whispered to him.

“Every few weeks at least. He mainly talks about you. It’s so strange because… well it’s like I’m asleep but I’m not. He’s talking to me in my bedroom and I’m wearing the same clothes that I went to sleep in, which well… Sometimes is nothing at all, so that’s weird too. And they’re so vivid, I can remember almost everything, like we’d actually had a proper conversation.”

“It’s like he’s actually there… ” you’d said and Derek had nodded.

And so you’d researched it. So many people reported be able to have conversations with their loved ones during their sleep. So many people reported having the same feeling of having someone there with them, someone watching them. So one night, when he came, you asked him.

“Spencer, are you actually here?” His arms had been wrapped around you, your skin cold where he was touching you.

“Yes and no.”

“Yes and no?”

“Well I’m not here physically, but I am still here. It’s…. complicated.”

You smiled, “You’re like a ghost?”

“Erm….well. I guess I am. Why. Does it bother you?”

“No! It means…. It means I still get to be with you. But… How long for? How long will you be around?”

“For as long as you need me,” Spencer had told you, nuzzling your hair and sending cool shivers down your spine.

“Always then….”

“Like I said, for as long as you need me.”

When you cried I’d wipe away all of your tears
When you’d scream I’d fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me

Spencer had cut down his visits, well….he’d cut down making her aware of his visits. Mostly he’d stay out of sight, only showing himself when she’d had a particularly rough day at work, or if he knew she didn’t have to go in the next day.

He was pleased she’d gone back, it gave her something to do. He’d hated seeing her sitting and wallowing, not even crying sometimes, just staring off into space at the same spot on the wall for hours on end.

She was making progress. She was slowly, so slowly, starting to live her life again. She wore his wrist watch everywhere she went though, she’d had it adjusted to fit her slim, delicate wrists. And she’d not yet removed her engagement ring, not once. She still looked for that scarf though. He knew where it was. He’d seen it seven weeks ago when Morgan had helped her move their… well her, bedroom around. It had fallen behind a dresser and neither of them had spotted it. He’d tell her, eventually. That was his favourite item of clothing and for some reason, he knew it wasn’t the right time for her to find it yet, no matter how hard she looked for it.

He’d watched her get dressed up a few times to go out with the team, looking more beautiful than the sun and moon themselves, although each time she’d returned she’d fallen into bed sobbing, crying out her him. So he’d wait for her to fall into that state, that very special state. Then he’d go to her.

She was starting to understand why she could see him. He was… a ghost, a spirit of sorts and she’d asked him one night whether he was actually there. He was and he wasn’t, is what he’d told her. Because it was true but it also wasn’t true. It was such a contradiction but she accepted it for what it was and she’d continue to accept it, it meant she could see him and that he could talk to her and hold her. She was so warm when he hugged her and he was so cold all the time. Being next to her made him feel alive again, reliving happy memories, before she’d relent and slip off into a deeper sleep where she could no longer feel him.

He’d visited his mom as well. Just the once, to say goodbye. He didn’t go again. One visit she’d accept as a dream, any more and he’d risk upsetting her already fragile emotions and he didn’t want to aggravate his mom’s condition.

He visited Derek too, a few times actually. To make sure he was keeping good on his word and looking out for Y/N, although he knew he was. Derek had been his best friend on the team and he’d known there was no way he’d let Spencer down.

Spencer had dropped in at work one day, sitting in the corner of Rossis’ office as he counselled a distraught Morgan.

“Dave, it’s wrong… I need to make these feelings go away.”

“Derek, it’s not wrong. You can’t help how you feel. Has she given any indication….?” The older man had tried to delve deeper, comforting his friend.

“I don’t know… Sometimes I think so and then others…. I can’t tell. And I can’t act on it like I normally would to find out.” Spencer watched a frustrated tear slip from his best friends eye, wishing he could help him.

“Why not?”

“You know why Dave, you know why.”

The older man had sighed and patted Morgan’s shoulder, “He’d want you to be happy Derek. He’d want both of you to be happy.”

Spencer hadn’t been sure how he’d felt about the conversation at first but then he had a long hard think about it and decided that he didn’t mind it. Morgan was a good guy, and he knew that this would be different to his flings.

… Another two months after….

The anniversary of his death had kicked you back down to rock bottom, resulting in another absence from work, although this one had only lasted a week. He’d come to you that night, not holding you this time, you told him not to. You needed to sob this out by yourself.

You used to captivate me by your resonating light
Now I’m bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me

Your ‘dreams’ were less frequent but that didn’t mean you didn’t feel him there still. You could sense him.

Sometimes you’d be going about your business in the house and you’d stop.

“Spencer?” you’d whisper, feeling your hair waft in a breeze that shouldn’t be there.

It was comforting and unsettling both at the same time to begin with…. But now…you didn’t know, now it seemed almost wrong.

You didn’t want him to not be there, but the truth was, he wasn’t there. Not really. It didn’t make sense anymore.

These wounds won’t seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There’s just too much that time cannot erase

“Baby girl, that food was to die for, as always. Next time, I’m cooking.. Well, taking you out. Alright?”

You laughed as you escorted Morgan to the door, seeing him out. You’d been spending more and more time with him and you liked it. You’d always got on with him but since Spencer had gone, you’d seen a different side to him. The softer side that he kept hidden at work. Morgan had been your rock and you’d helped each other through the past year. You honestly didn’t know what you’d do without him.

“Alright, I’ll let you take me out. But no Italian, okay? Rossi has fed me so much pasta recently, I’m scared I’ll become a piece of penne.” You’d had to actually throw away some of the delicious meals your colleague had bought over for you, claiming he’d cooked too much but knowing that he was trying to fatten you back up. You’d lost a lot of weight with everything that had happened.

“Your choice, beautiful girl, your choice.”

You smiled and let Derek pull you in for hug goodbye. You enjoyed his hugs. They were different to Spencer’s but comforting and nice in a different kind of way. Spencer had been all long arms and lean muscle, Derek was bulky and somehow, more cuddly with it. Nothing would replace Spencer’s warm hugs, but Derek’s came a close second.

You pulled back from his arms, reaching up and planting a kiss on Derek’s cheek, hearing an odd hitch in his breathing as he turned to look at you.

“Y/N…. ” he whispered softly, his head lowering to yours and surprising you as he placed his mouth onto yours.

You kissed him back at first, out of shock more than anything before you pulled back and pushed him angrily away.

“Morgan! What the fuck?” you wiped the back of your mouth with your hand, trying to rid any trace of him from you.

“Oh fuck. I’m sorry… I’m so sorry. I thought… Oh god I don’t know what I thought,” he looked ashamed of himself, a feeling that was running through you as well.

“What the hell made you think you could do that!? He was your best friend Derek!”

“I know, I know. I just… I thought… I feel something for you Y/N. I thought.. I thought maybe you felt it too.”

Without thinking, the next words spilled from your mouth, “It doesn’t matter what I feel for you! What about Spencer?!”

Derek looked at you sadly, “Spencer’s gone, Y/N. You know this. He’s not coming back. But I’m AM here. I’m sorry. The timing’s not right, but I don’t think it’ll ever be right. I have feelings for you. I’m sorry, but I do.”

“Just leave Morgan. Please. Go.”

“Y/N.. Can we talk about this?”

“There’s nothing to talk about! Nothing! Get that into your head. I belong to Spencer. No one else. It’s not right.”

“He’d want you to be happy. He’d want US to be happy, we can be that together.”

The damn that was building behind your eyes burst free and you used all your might to shove Derek outside of the door, taking him by surprise, and slamming it shut.

No no no no.

Just no.

It didn’t matter what you felt for your friend, Spencer’s best friend, just… No.

It was wrong.

You would never move on from Spencer. He was your one and only.

You couldn’t have feelings for someone else, especially Derek. It wasn’t right.

You stalked into the kitchen, pulling out a bottle of vodka from the freezer and taking a long glug, screwing your face up at the taste.

Taking another sip, you felt your hair blow in a breeze. No windows were open though.

“Now… You’re here now?! You saw that?! Of course you fucking did. Well you don’t have anything to worry about. You may have left me here, all alone. But alone I’ll stay, until we can be together again. However far away that may be.”

I’ve tried so hard to tell myself that you’re gone
But though you’re still with me
I’ve been alone all along

You raised the bottle to your lips once more, feeling a sudden chill run up you arm causing you to lose your grip, the bottle smashing to the ground.

You looked around the room accusingly, knowing it was him.

“So I can’t even drown my sorrows now? Is that it? Just leave me alone, for once. Just one night. I feel guilty enough as it is. Please…. ”

Leaving the mess on the floor, you took yourself off up to bed, flinging Spencer’s pillow onto the floor. You just wanted one night of blissful blank sleep, with no dreams. And vodka would have done that.

Spencer felt bad. He hated how guilty he knew she felt. Yet she had no reason to.

He knew what he had to do. Which is why he’d made her drop the bottle. Alcohol would make her pass out. And he couldn’t have that tonight. Not when he needed to talk to her.

He wanted her to be happy. He wanted to take her pain away, make her tears stop. He knew that they’d always have something special. She was his love. The only one he’d ever have. But she could have another, and she needed to know that.

When you cried I’d wipe away all of your tears
When you’d scream I’d fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me

This Isn't You

This Isn’t You

Pairing: Bucky x Reader, OC (just to give story some action)

Warnings: Violence (to a girl (so so sorry if that’s a trigger to you :( <3)), fighting, swearing

Summary: Reader is a trained S.H.I.E.L.D agent. She and Bucky have been in a relationship for a while. Bucky wakes up as if his memory has been swiped and tries to fight reader.

A/N: This was a horrible first fic… I’m so sorry, I am trash and I know it :((

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“Y/N?”

“Yes, Bucky?”

You’d been with Bucky for about a year now and still fell in love with him everytime you saw him. You’d met him through Steve, after everything – the fighting, the memory swipe. You tried to look after Bucky as much as he’d let you… Which wasn’t really much. At first you weren’t really close until everyone else went on a mission and you had to stay at a house assigned to Bucky, just to assure him it was okay, that everything would be okay. You talked and talked until you fell asleep. Since then, Bucky would always spend his time at this house, which he referred to as ‘our home’.

“I have to leave again,” You looked at Bucky with soft eyes, assuring him it was alright, “You sure?”

“Of course! This is your job, sweetheart and Nick has a bunch of things on the side he wants me to do, anyway”

“You know, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me?” He pulled you in for a kiss,

“Mmm you are such a suck up.” Just before he could kiss you again you were disrupted by the Captain himself,

“Buck, you ready??” He mumbles an ‘I’m sorry’ and nods at Steve, following right behind him.

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You spent the day going through documents of people who were and still are involved with Hydra. You were determined to show Fury that you could find these people and bring them down. As you wondered through the documents, your eyes widened at a photo of a face you had seen wondering through the halls of the Headquarters. You smirked at the screen and put your uniform on.

“You motherfucker. Fucking traitor. Gotcha.”

You walked around the Headquarters, observing your surroundings. You could feel eyes on yourself and you knew what was coming. You stopped a punch from getting to your face and elbowed him away from you. He ran towards you and You attempted to strike him in the head with a roundhouse kick but he grabs your foot and slams you to the ground. He lands on top of you, pulls out a pocket knife and jams it near your eye. It lands in between your hands, just in time for you to stop it.

“You’re dead. You’re weak and you’re dead!” He warns,

“Weak? Oh Jackson…” you wrap your left leg around his neck and switch his place, so you were on top of him. you begin to punch him while he bleeds, “You’re so fucking dead.” Before you could land your next punch you hear,

“Agent Y/L/N!” you look up to see Nick Fury,

“I’ve found our secret Hydra spy. His name is not Jackson Tide, he is Logan Standrov, he works with Hydra. He’s been giving out information about S.H.I.E.L.D for years.”

“Great job, Agent, I’ll need you to-” Before he could say anything, you turned around and you hear Steve yelling,

“WE NEED HELP”

“Bucky?” The picture in front of you was starting to clear, he held a weak Bucky in his arms, “Bucky, Oh my god!” You ran to Steve, confused and worried.

They had taken him into an infirmary. You stood with Steve, your heart beating faster than a car, tears flowing like a fountain.

“What happened?”

“Y/N we just- we tried to-”

“Steve.” He looks up at you, his hand covering his mouth, “What. Happened.”

“We lost him a-and they took him back to the-”

“No..”

“They didn’t get to finish! We got there just in time.”

“It doesn’t matter! What the hell?!” Bruce came out of the infirmary, stopping your rage, “Dr. Banner, is everything okay?”

“He’s fine now. He’s awake. Although, he’ll need a lot of rest. So, I’m gonna need you to take him and just let him sleep.” You nodded,

“Thanks, Bruce.” He nodded his head and walked away, “You.” you say pointing to Steve, “Help me.”

You walk quietly into the infirmary, Bucky’s eyes wonder towards you both. You give him a small smile and mutter a soft 'Hey’ before standing at his side and taking his hand.

“How’re you feeling?”

“I’m looking at a very pretty lady, do I know you?” your eyes widen and your heart, once again, begins to race, he begins to laugh, “I’m kidding.”

“Goddamn it, James! Don’t do that!” you close your eyes and hold your head in your hands, “You asshole”

“I’m sorry, baby” he smiles,

“Are you ready to go?”

“You know? The last time someone said that to me, I almost got swiped…”

“Shut up,” you roll your eyes at his sarcasm, “C'mon up, Soldier, we need to get back to our place.” you help him back onto his feet, Steve by his side, guiding him.

You get into the black car, Steve waves goodbye as Bucky sits in the front and you start to drive. His hand reaches your thigh, you catch him staring at you, smiling.

“What?” you ask curiously, “Is there something on my face?”

“I just really want to kiss you.”

“Did Banner give you some drugs?” you laugh,

“Yeah, I think so… it’s making me a bit drowsy”

“Well, soldier, can we hold it off for another 5 minutes because we’re almost home,” You take hold of his hand and bring it to your lips, kissing it, “If you do this for me, I’ll give you some very special kisses that are worth waiting for – when you’re feeling better, of course.”

“You know just how to get me worked up, don’t you?”

“I’m you’re girlfriend, I’m supposed to know,” You chuckled as you halted the car, giving him a kiss on the lips, “We’re here, James. Let’s get you inside, shall we?”

You get on the other side of the car to help him out and start walking to the door. You had never noticed how heavy he was until now because he always held himself up. He always picked himself up, didn’t really let you take care of him until now.

“Alright, watch your step, soldier, up you go,” he laughed,

“I love it when you call me soldier, it sounds so sexy”

“Alright, James, let’s make it to the bedroom”

“Sure, doll, what are we gonna do in the bedroom? huhhhhh?” he smirked at you and you snorted at him, no matter the situation, this man would always turn it into something else,

“We’re gonna sleep, Bucky.”

“You’re no fun, doll.”

“No, not tonight, baby.” You helped him up on the bed and took his shirt off then undressed him and put him to bed. As you made your way to your side of the bed, you hear him mumble a 'Night, baby doll, I love you’, “I love you too, Soldier.” You kiss his temple and snuggle closely to his side.
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You had woken up to the sound of heavy breathing and almost-too-close of closeness. Your first thought was Bucky’s nightmares and opened Your eyes to a terrifying sight. Bucky was on top of you, his metal fist just inches away from your face. At instinct, you inhaled deeply and moved yourself, just in time to push yourself off of the bed. He looked up at you, eyes full of rage, and bolted towards you. He ends up landing on top of you but you kick him off, just powerful enough to sidetrack him as you run out of the room.

You begin to panic, You don’t know why, but you do. What the fuck is happening?

You see him making his way out of the room, he looks for me. He turns to his left, eyes landing on the only other person in the room. He jolts in your direction.

“Bucky, please! It’s me!” Confusion surrounds his eyes,

“Who the hell is Bucky?”

“You ar-” Before you could finish your sentence, a fist lands in your face and you’re pushed down on the ground, “Fuck, Bucky, please don’t make me do-” and another. You realised you had no other choice but to fight against your love. As done before, you lift your left leg up and wrap it around his neck, making you switch place. Your fist lands in his face, over and over. Suddenly, you see he’s weakened.

“Bucky? Bucky! Please, I’m so sorry.”

“I’m not Bucky!” You clean up the strands of hair on his face and take his face in your hands,

“Baby, look at me, look at me,” he opens his eyes, “This is not you… It’s me, Bucky, It’s Y/N.”

You put your forehead against his then plant a kiss on his lips. It takes him a few seconds to process what was happening but eventually he melts into your kiss. As if sense waves over him, his hands began to wonder on your sides. You pull away, slowly.

“Bucky?”

“Y/N.” He whispers, you pull away from his face, only for him to examine the damage he had done, “Y/N… Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I’m so fucking sorry, I’m so so sorry! I just- I was- Fuck!”

“Hey, hey… I’ve had worse than this,” you chuckle, licking the blood from your swollen lip, “I’m a S.H.I.E.L.D agent for christs sake!”

“Don’t even fucking joke about that right now.” He holds you up by your thighs,

“We did a number on this house… You think they’ll get angry at us?”

“I think they’ll be furious… But we’re S.H.I.E.L.D agents for christs sake!” He laughs and carries you to the bedroom.

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Sweet Goodbyes, Sweeter Hellos

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