#TOOK WHAT? 3 MINUTES OUT OF THEIR DAY TO DO THAT?

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˖˚⊹ old habits

➤ summary: you call Rafe out when he acts disrespectfully

➤ w/c: 1.5k.

➤ warnings: themes of toxic masculinity, emotional confrontation

➤ a/n: really wanted to be a part of @zyafics campaign, and I hope that other writers will consider doing it too <3

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The thing between you and Rafe was still new and fresh—only a few times going out on dates, lingering touches, and way too many moments that were more than just friendly.

Since the first time you had met him, you thought that he had grown to be a better person. He tried to change some of his old habits to become more mature. And you truly saw that, and it was a reason why you even started to catch feelings. But there were still times when he struggled, when some of the traits of that old toxic Rafe were slipping through, either because it was too hard to control things that he had been taught from a young age or because he truly didn’t see himself being in the wrong. 

That day he invited you to the new cafe near the beach on the mainland, saying that it was the best one. For you, Rafe was a gentleman. He picked you up, helped you to get in and out of his truck, complimented your dress and your hair, and let you hold his upper arm when he was leading you to the entrance.

He opened the door for you, and the place was dimly lit with yellow tones and just radiated warmth. It was a little bit too loud with people sitting everywhere, but if the place was good, you didn’t mind that one bit. You looked back at Rafe, sharing a smile, until the young hostess stepped in front of you. 

“I’m so sorry, but as you may see, we’re full right now. You may sit here until one of the tables is free.” With a polite smile, she gestured to the side. “The waiting time will be around fifteen to twenty minutes, if that’s okay with you.” 

You nodded to her words without hesitation. “That’s totally fine.” 

But beside you, Rafe let out a small breath. Not quite a sigh, more like a scoff. He raised an eyebrow and looked the girl up and down with something colder in his expression than you would’ve preferred.

“You’re telling me you can’t fit two people in? It’s not even full in here.” She shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, briefly looking at you to figure out how to react. Rafe’s voice wasn’t loud, but you knew how intimidating and cold he might be, especially to people who were not used to it.

“Rafe.” You said his name sharply, tugging his bicep once in hope that he would let it go. 

He glanced at you, then back at the hostess, not getting the problem that you seemed to have. “We’re literally standing here, dressed nicely, just asking for a table. I’m not trying to be a dick. I'm just saying, you could make it work if you actually wanted to.” You didn’t wait for her to respond. You took a step back, slowly removing your hand from his arm.

“I’ll be outside.” You said. No emotion in your voice, hands already folded across your chest. 

You sat at the bench outside, one leg thrown over another, looking at the ocean and debating just simply going back home. Rafe walked out a few minutes later, with hands buried in the pockets of his pants, looking at you like he genuinely could not understand your behavior. 

“Are you seriously mad at me?”

“I’m not mad. I’m disappointed.” You said calmly, not even sparing him a glance. 

“For what? I didn’t even say anything bad. She was the one who couldn’t do her job properly.”

Your head snapped towards him with eyebrows raised in surprise. “No.” You said sharply, taking him aback. “You were being an asshole because you didn’t get what you wanted. She was doing her job, Rafe.” 

His brows knit. “Jesus, I wasn’t an asshole—I was just calling her out.”

“Calling her out for what, Rafe? For not breaking policy? For not giving you special treatment?” He looked away, jaw clenching. His hand reached his head to rub over his buzzed hair in frustration, while you simply looked at him, seeing the conflict that he had. Part of him clearly knew you were being reasonable, that he might’ve stepped over the line, but the rest of him, the louder part, wanted to be right. Wanted to win.

“I’m not dating someone who thinks talking down to people makes him important.” You said firmly, your voice low and calm but hard to let him know how serious that situation was for you. “That’s not cute. That doesn’t make you look cooler or whatever. That’s not something I tolerate.”

Rafe exhaled hard through his nose, briefly throwing his head back in frustration. “You’re making it sound like I screamed at her or something. I was just—I don’t know—frustrated.”

“Yeah, and she was working. Probably scared of losing her job because of kooks who talk down to her every day. Probably already dealing with a bunch of other men who think that they are better than everyone and that other people owe them something.”

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t do that.”

You stood up, stepping closer with your heels softly clicking against the wood. You squinted your eyes slightly, tilting your head to the side now that you were almost the same height. “Do what?”

“Make me out to be some kind of monster.”

“I’m not.” You shot back. “But if you don’t like how I make you sound by just talking about your actions, maybe ask yourself why instead of getting defensive.”

The silence that followed stretched long between you. You crossed your arms tighter, mostly to keep yourself from softening, because, God, you wanted to. Because part of you knew that he didn’t mean to hurt anyone, but still addressing the problem was important to prove to him that the said problem existed. 

You watched the gears turning behind his eyes, jaw tight, hands buried deep in his pockets. He looked off toward the ocean like maybe the answer was out there, like it could help him to understand how to break the default settings that were engraved in his brain. 

“I didn’t think it was that bad.” Rafe admitted finally, his voice quieter now, and you could hear the edge of hesitation. “I didn’t even notice I was doing it. That I was acting like…” He trailed off, and you knew what he meant. Like Ward.

“That’s the problem, Rafe.” You said softer now, but still steady. “You don’t even notice when you slip. I know that you’re trying to be better. I see it, but I also need you to acknowledge that sometimes you can still be mean, that sometimes you’re in the wrong. Otherwise we won’t work out.”

He looked at you then, as if hurt for a second, because for the part of him, it sounded like a threat or like a challenge that he didn’t want to accept.

“I don’t want to be that guy.” He said after a moment. “I’ve been trying. You know I have.”

“I know. That’s why I’m still standing here and not leaving.” You stepped closer, but you didn’t reach for him.

“But I’m not going to coach you through being a decent person every time you slip. You have to want it for yourself, not just to keep me happy, because I’m telling you right now, Rafe…” You met his eyes, staying your ground. “If that’s the man you choose to be, I will walk away. Even if I don’t want to.”

His throat bobbed in a nervous swallow, his eyes darted away, then back to yours, as if he was trying to measure if you were bluffing. And when a few seconds passed, when you looked at him steadily, waiting for an answer, he turned and walked back toward the café.

You watched him through the front windows when he hesitated near the hostess stand, tugging awkwardly at the expensive watch on his wrist, and then leaned in to speak to the girl. Her face was surprised at first, then softened as he continued to talk, before she nodded a few times, still slightly hesitant, and said something back to him. 

When Rafe returned back to you, the tension in his shoulders seemed to ease a little bit, though his jaw clenched when he rubbed the back of his neck and stopped in front of you like he wasn’t sure where to begin.

“I apologized. Told her I was out of line.”

You gave him a small nod. “Thank you.”

He shifted on his feet, nervous. “She said the table will be ready in ten.” You nodded again, waiting for him to continue. “You still wanna eat with me?” He asked, almost hesitant, like a boy who'd just been scolded.

“I do.” His lips stretched in a small smile, eyes glimmering with something like surprise and maybe a bit of shyness that you caught every once in a while. Rafe stepped closer, offering you his hand, and you playfully rolled your eyes, smiling back and interlacing your fingers. “Now I’m about to order the whole damn menu, Cameron. And it better be good.” 

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Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife: And Then There Were Four...

notes: I had a request a long time ago asking about the fam going to a water park. This took me so long because Its actually quite a big chapter! strong recommend reading! This takes place when Sarah is around 4 but Ellie is not quite born yet. Some Tommy and Maria development here as well!

Warnings: pregnancy announcement, some post pregnant body insecurity, unprotected sex, silght breeding kink, pool sex, mentions of unplanned pregnancies, not proofread

18+ ONLY

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There’s never been such a hot, sunny, cloudless, beautiful summer day. 

At least, according to Sarah. Who conveniently saw a TV commercial about the local water park, SplashTown, and now is raving about when you’ll be taking her. Calling up the weather forecast each day like the local advertisement “the PERFECT day for a water park!” She exclaims like a salesperson.

Honestly? It was a good call by your almost 4-year-old. It’s been a long time since your family took a day trip to do something fun. She’s starting to get the age that she’s going to remember these things, so making family fun is now a top priority for you. 

Joel agreed, though he wasn’t all that excited about spending an entire day with sun burn and bleached chorine and back bruises on those hot ass plastic slides.

So here you are, all piled in the truck with Joel at the helm, and you in the passenger seat rubbing his thigh; your giddy little girl in the back pointing towards the approaching parking lot signs. and—

“Wow I haven't been to a water park in decades!” Tommy shouts from the other back seat. “Joel, remember we used to go by ourselves when I was like 14?”

Joel just sighs loudly, ignoring his jumpy overgrown brother reverting to his child like stasis.

"Remind me again why we had to bring Tommy?” He asks you grumpily.

"The tickets were cheaper if we bought it as a set of 4 rather than 3 individual.”

Your husband shakes his head with tight lips. “Yet another reason 4 is the perfect number for a family,” he says, recalling that day on the beach where he revealed his not so subtle opinion on just how many children the two of you would ideally have. 

You raise your brows amused.

Tommy shouts from the back, “What are doin’ for dinner, by the way?”

Joel rolls his eyes. He’s focused on the road head while wiggling four of his chunky fingers in your face, mouthing ‘F-O-U-R’ in an I-told-you-so kind of way. You ruffle his soft curls affectionately.  

Your stomach churned uneasily since you woke up at 8 this morning. It’s been a minute since you were out and about in public wearing nothing but a bathing suit. Going to the beach with a 8 month pregnant body is one thing. Going to a water park with a post pregnancy one is another. One you were never really worried about until this very day.

You take a deep breath. 

You know that, no matter where you are or what shape you take, Joel’s always gonna look at you like Mr Owl with the tootsie pop — and you’re the tootsie pop— so the worry on that note settles a bit inside.

There’s other things, very recent things, to be anxious about for sure.

Once parked, walked (and skipped) towards the front entrance, tickets scanned at the gate, the four of you make your way to the cabana’s to get situated.

“Show me your backs, people,” you announce to your little huddle. Sarah, all decked out in her brand new pink and sparkle bathing suit complete with mesh tutu skirt, shuffles over first as you squirt a generous slob of sunscreen onto your palm and begin slathering it all over her body. Rubbing a little too aggressively, she squints and scrunches her face, but she doesn’t protest. You cake her face until her skin is a shade lighter than before.

“You’re gonna give her reverse cancer with all that,” Joel chuckles. You brush him off and smudge the excess on her little cheeks, squishing her cheeks as takes the abuse.

Now she’s whiter than cocaine on Christmas morning. 

You smile.

“You next, big boy.” 

Joel grumbles but sits between your legs and you begin rubbing it all over his face. 

While you don’t notice, he can’t help but grin at how you tilt your head and stick your tongue out like an artist working to preserve her masterpiece—protecting her family from the wretched sun.

“Back please!”

Joel yanks his top one handedly over his head, revealing his pasty skin. 

You hum and bite your lip. Yeah, Joel’s let  the role of ‘Dad’ take over his every demeanor. Body included. and FUck, if that soft tummy and broad shouldered man isn’t a sight for sore eyes…

It gets enough middle aged woman’s heads turning, so you quickly frown, slap his skin up and then usher his shirt back on. That sexy ass shit is for your eyes only.

“Thomas!” You scream, making Joel and Sarah curl inward.

The younger brother holds his hands up and back away. “I’m workin’ on my tan so uh—no I’m good.”

“You’re white as f—heck,” you correct yourself while sideways glancing at Sarah. “You’re gonna burn.”

“He’s too cool to be fearful of sunburn, babe,” Joel says, hoping you’ll forfeit the losing battle.

You all find a nice empty area with a few lawn chairs to set up base outside the tidal pool.

And of course, the child who only passed her toddler swimming lessons a few months ago is dying to get in the giant tub of crashing waves and cascading people.

“Please!pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease,” she whines, swinging on your arm and shouting it into the air.

You grumble. While you would much prefer she be in a body of water that is no deeper than a foot and is the width of a bathtub, you lessen your worry as seeing the waves aren’t on and there aren’t many people in there. “Can you at least wear your floaties?” You suggest, wagging the two arm holding balloons suggestively.

“Nah, we don’t need those, right bubba?” Joel rubs her hair. “I got her, babe. I’ll carry her the whole time.”

“Nooo!” Sarah protests, but Joel’s already kissing your forehead reassuringly (winning some Daddy points along the way) and scooping her into his arms.

“Stay in the shallow!”

Joel waves you off dismissively as they skip into the chlorine filled open sea.

Once gone, you notice Tommy checking his phone anxiously every few seconds but closing it disappointingly. A few women along the way eye him excitedly, but he just keeps to his phone the entire time.

“You doing okay?”

He shakes his head out of his trance. “Yeah. Just … haven’t heard from Maria today.”

Oh—shit. 

The last you heard, the two of them had a pretty nasty fight and Tommy had been crashing at your place for the last couple weeks. He had supposedly gone back to have a talk with her yesterday. He didn’t come back till morning, and didn’t really update you nor Joel on the situation. If anything, he looked perplexed, pale, and shaken. You feared maybe that was the final straw in their on and off relationship. Unfortunately, you are completely left in the dark as to what really happened.

You rub his shoulder calmly. “It’s going to be okay.”

Tommy takes a deep breath, channeling as much zen into his chest as possible before exhaling and nodding. “Yeah. Yeah. It’s… its actually—“

Squishing steps in her pool sandals while holding Daddy’s hand with a death grip, a completely drenched and shocked Sarah is walks back towards you. Her expression is just blank, dripping with water like she was baptized 12 times in a row and forgot whether she breathed air or water for a living.

“Sarah? Sarah honey are you okay?” You get to your knees and try to comfort her with warm hands along her arms. She just nods quickly, feinting something of a half smile, half frown all at once. She looks more confused than anything else.

Joel, who’s suspiciously quiet and equally drenched, is shaking. Though not from cold, but from sheer effort of trying to hide his laughs. “She got damn near waterboarded.” His face is so red, wheezing in a high pitched, barely audible tone while recalling the image.

He had taken her way deeper than “shallow”, and made Sarah promise not to tell mommy. The two snickered, and Joel hoisted her on his shoulders and waded into the deeper end, where the water came up to his mid section. The waves came on, and Joel was honestly expecting to be able to jump with him and give her a little ride. She was super excited, smiling giddily while Joel held both her hands in his next to his ears. The first wave came up to Joel’s cheek, and he quickly squirted it out with a smile. She laughed with excitement, ready for the second one—

Instead, the second wave completely kicked his ass and knocked both them off his feet, falling backwards before regaining ground. All he saw were a pair of flimsy pink sandals attached to a little pair of feet wipe past his vision before being dunked underwater. He stood quickly, shook off the water from his head and eyes. Only to realize he was a whole 3-year-old lighter.

 “Oh shit, oh fuck, oh fuck,” he frantically looks around, already imagining the horror you’re going to have at the fact he just drowned his babygirl before—

He catches a glimpse of her tutu flailing under water with a foot within grasp as she waved her arms to get back up to the surface on her own. He snatched that ankle, yanks her in the air, and sets her upright. 

“Baby, are you okay?”

Sarah nods, blowing water out of nose. She seemed totally fine, really, just a little confused as to which way was up. Joel protectively wraps her body with his, blocks the next wave from knocking her out of his sight with his feet firmly planted and prepared this time.

“Shallow,” she says plainly, pointing back towards the shore, and Joel has nothing more to add but complete agreement. He grabs her arms securely and wades back, never once letting he go.

Now though, the thought of it is a lot funnier than when it was happening. 

“Almost lost her for a sec. Did you know those waves were like 10 feet high?"

"That's so not funny,” you scowl, although you could imagine you two little idiots getting wiped out by a controlled wave like a human sized super soaker, before retiring in defeat.

“Sarah, how about we stick to the toddler pool, okay?”

She gives two enthusiastic thumbs up in extra agreement. 

“Hey wait, I ain’t a toddler. what about me?” Tommy interjects.

Joel tuts. “You’re actin’ like one.” 

“Slides? Anyone?” The younger brother points behind him towards the water slide heaven.

Or as you view it, the bloodied noses, brush burn, cold shock lagoon.

“Can we do floaty one? Please mommy pleasepleaseplease—“ Sarah tugs at your arm incessantly. 

You grumble, but even Tommy is doing his best puppy eyed beg at you.

-

“Why are all these stairs—ugh—made of wood? Falling apart, termite ridden, not up to Miller Contracting Code—“

“They’re just fine, sweetie,” Joel reassures you. Although he too side eyes the state of the construction and wonders if this will be the first and last Miller family trip together.

The two of you finally catch up to the rest of the line, bending backwards to stretch your backs and sucking air.

You glance up at the perky fit ass that’s connected to Tommy above you, who’s just vibrating with excitement. He literally jogged up these stairs, two at a time, not even huffing, and he carried both sets of floats. This particular slide can do a two seater rider.

“I wanna slide with Mommy!” Sarah shouts. 

The four of you then look at the remaining buddies who need to reverse cowgirl floaty.

“I aint little spoonin’ you,” Joel says after they size each other up.

The worker who is helping you and Sarah get saddled up in the slide chimes in on Joel and Tommy conversation. “Smaller rider in the front.”

“That’s you,” they both say to each other in unison.

“I’m taller—“

“I’m older—“

“I’m not bottoming for you—“

“Why would you say it like that?”

“Get in the front, pops!”

“You first, kid, since ya got all that youthful energy—“

“JUST GET IN THE BOAT,” you shout over them, causing everyone to go quiet and look your way.

The light flashes green and you and Sarah are pushed off into the dark tunnel with an echoing “Wooooo!!!!” 

Tommy sticks his tongue out and gets in the front, Joel in the rear, the two of them fighting over foot placement and elbows squishing balls before the worker just kicks them down and hopes for the best.

You and Sarah gracefully emerge, skidding across the water gently before coming to a stop to disembark.

Your back is certainly killing you but you fake only smiles for your excited kid who thought that was a roller coaster.

A second later, Joel and Tommy’s floaty comes barreling down the slide next to yours—with no bodies in it—

OH sorry, one body, Tommy, coming down on his belly face first and—oh there’s Joel a moment later shooting out feet first and slamming into his brother as the two are catapulted way further into the pool than should be possible with the minimal flow of water coming.

Both disoriented Millers jump up from the water, shaking their heads vigorously. Tommy spits water from his mouth, just as Joel grasps his head and dunks him back under.

“I’m riding with your wife next time,” Tommy growls, rubbing his shoulder with a wince. 

Joel spits a stream of water on his face. “Over my dead body.”

“Your husband sucker kicked me in the back!”

“Oh yeah, not before he bit my damn ankles!”

“Maybe don’t shove your feet in my face?”

You sigh heavily. You’re kinda glad you didn’t have boys.

“Me n you next, right?” Tommy says your way, ignoring Joel’s death glare.

“No,” Joel interrupts once again to Tommy’s annoyance. “Because then Sarah would have to ride with me, and she doesn’t wanna, she wants to ride for her momma. Honestly babe, you’d be doin’ a dissatisfaction to your own daughter who’s only wish is to stick with her favorite person in the whole world,” he gleams as if he’d just presented the winning argument for a Nobel Peace award.

You shrug. “Okay, then you can ride with Tommy again.”

Joel’s eyes go wide. “Ya know sometimes kids need to learn hard lessons about not getting what they want and this is a perfect opportunity for Sarah. Sorry kid, you’re with uncle Tommy.”

After the second slide down, you and Joel’s backs are absolutely whipped.

The two of you don’t even need to communicate the envy you have of Tommy’s youthful body, springing back into action when he gestures towards another torture device:

“Let’s do the big one.”

“No. Hell no. I’m not a teen anymore. Body won’t survive it.”

“Yeah Tommy, you go ahead. That’s…Joel nor I would be able to get up from that.”

The younger Miller scoffs. “A slide? Seriously? You guys really are getting old.”

You and Joel look at one another. “Baby are we…getting old?” You ask incredulously.

Neither one of you are upset about it. Instead, you grin warmly at one another.

Getting old with the love of my life sounds like the best thing in the world. 

-

You make your way to the much safer, happier, safer, splashy, safer kiddie pool that is much safer for kids your daughter’s age.

As Sarah wades in the water up to her belly, Joel and Tommy huddle under the jellyfish water canopy of shade, sighing contently under the cool flow of water splashing their heads.

“I’m gonna go use the bathroom,” you announce, and Joel waves you off.

He never realized how fucking exhausting just walking and getting wet was. (He wonders if that’s what your life is like) 

“DADDY!” Sarah shouts, jumping in the water for the giant bucket overhead that she’s too short to reach.

Joel slaps his knees and gets to his feet, entertaining her as she gets absolutely pommeled by a few gallons of water.

They splash around together, him hoisting her in the air by her arms then dipping in again with smiles and laughter. It’s all fun, until he gets the odd itch there’s something off with you genuinely not being here.

 A seemingly single, girl dad all wet and shirtless, playing with his kid in the kiddie pool, the ONLY dad playing in the kiddie pool amongst all mothers… He looks up and sees every single woman in here eying him like a piece of meat, and he knows he's in deep shark territory.

Frantically looking around, he picks Sarah up like a football and waddles helplessly through the crowd of predators, desperately needing his wife back. 

As if sensing his trouble, he sighs relief when he sees you pumping your arms, steam billowing from your nose like a ranging bull and wading in like splitting the Red Sea, dead set on his rescue. His one and only great white shark here snap them all away with your snarls, growls, and hinged jaw. 

Joel immediately wraps his arm around you and never leaves your touch.

Eventually you all sit in the sand pit while Sarah sits between the three adults, making castles.

Joel clears his throat. “So how’s Maria doin’? Ain’t heard much lately.”

Your eyes go wide as you slap Joel’s shoulder.

“Ow—what!”

“They’re” you lower your voice, though sheepish Tommy can hear perfectly well. “They’re taking a break.”

“Oh—oh! Oh I’m—okay no that’s … good. Some times some space—“

“Actually,” Tommy says, but the way he brushes his elbow makes you snap back at Joel. 

“Stop it! You’re making this worse—“

“Nobody tells me anything!” Your husband whispers.

“Yeah and this is why!”

“Maria and me—“ Tommy starts again.

Joel winces when you bring your hand down on his bicep again. “Stop slapping me! You’re gonna give me slap AND sun burn!”

“Joel, seriously!”

“Woman, I swear!—“

“We’re pregnant.”

You both go silent, minus the clank of your sunglasses siding off and falling on poor Sarah’s noggin.

The younger Miller brother is radiating more anxiety than the sun UV rays right now. 

Joel quietly raises his hand up for a calm high five. You bare your teeth and quickly slap it down.

Tommy rubs his shoulder tensely. “I’m just…I don’t know. Nervous.” 

“Are you two…?”

“We’re …together. I think it was a cold shock but it—kinda put shit into perspective, ya know? I think even she admitted breaking things off was probably because of the pregnancy—before she even knew it. Was off hormonally but didn’t realize why until the test.”

“What did you two even fight about?”

“Tommy chuckles, suddenly realizing how stupid their argument was. “She got mad cause I left the toothpaste cap open on the sink.”

“Oh man, even I could have told you she was pregnant. Better get out now. They don’t get any better,” Joel teases sarcastically, bumping your shoulder in jest.

You smile warm bright and with an underlying venomous sting that even he can’t detect. “Hey Joel sweetie? Can I see your tongue?”

“Mmhm why?” He says, already sticking the whole thing out on display, wide and ready and trusting as always.

You toss a fistful of sand in his mouth. Joel doubles back and chokes, taking a moment to hack up the grains sticking to everything. As he coughs and spits and sputters, you rub Tommy’s shoulder.

“It’s gonna be okay. How are you feeling about it?”

He shrugs with a nervous laugh. “I don’t know what comes next. You guys did it after you were married. Feel like I’m all out of step now,” he laughs nervously. 

“Honey, it really doesn’t make a difference. Joel and I…we didn’t—“ you look down at Sarah who’s busy making bridges for her smudged up castle, before covering her ears with both palms slapped together like a head sandwich. “We didn’t plan her either. It just happened to be after we were married.”

Joel returns to the conversation with a hoarse choke. “Earned that one,” he croaks. After clearing his throat a bit, he finally slaps Tommy’s back. “Congrats, man. It’s really…it’s really the best thing…” he glances back over at you and Sarah, glowing in more ways than just the hot sun. He almost forgets time hasn’t stopped, that he’s not just oogling at his wife and baby like the greatest sight in the world (minus the fact he’s still got grains of sand under his tongue). He shakes his mind from your hypnotic glory before reassuring Tommy that everything is one day at a time.

Tommy agrees. “I just needed a minute to process it. I think—I’m actually—well… I’m excited…?”

You chuckle. “Is that a question?”

“I mean… I don’t know. I never gave it a thought. Never thought family life was for me. Maria is all for me, but I didn’t… I never really thought about having a family with her till …uh.”

“Till you saw how freaking awesome we are,” you boast proudly with your hands on your hips. Sarah has no idea what’s going on, but one look at you, your head held high with a dignified glint in your eye and sun radiating off you like the queen you are, and the little one mimics your posture to the tee like a mini me.

Tommy giggles and shakes his head. “Yeah. Something like that.”

You kiss Sarah’s head with a big smooch before she goes back to making holes in the sand. 

“So you’re happy.”

He smiles. It’s soft, sincere, and so easy to overlook unless you knew what a genuine human being Tommy Miller can be once you strip back the ego and playful charisma. “I’m happy. But still … anxious.”

You can’t contain your inner excitement, shaking and then launching into a Tommy with the biggest, tightest hug you can muster as you swing him side to side. “Listen its gonna be rough sometimes but its gonna be magical, and I know you two are going to do great. You’re gonna be such a great dad Tommy, I know it.”

He’s relieved to hear it from someone for the first line. As if it was the one thing he needed to know.

“I love you, and I say this respectfully, but you better get your ass back over to her as soon as we get home.” You put your hand on his shoulder. 

“Yeah yeah I know.”

Your smile wains for a moment, quiet yet almost threatening. He can feel the tightening of your finger tips digging into his muscles.

Tommy picks up on your thoughts real quick.

 “You can’t get all angry at Maria just cuz she didn’t tell you first.”

“I guess I’m just CHOPPED LIVER to her, her BEST FRIEND and she doesn’t even—!” you start stammering, getting louder and more agitated before Joel puts his hand on your head like an off button. “I need to calm down.” You pinch your fingers to your thumbs and take a deep breath, channeling inner zen. It suddenly dawns on you, the convenient timing of this all. “Oh my god, I can’t wait!”

“For what?” Joel asks curiously.

“Um—to be an aunty! Sarah with a cousin!” You quickly reply. “Uncle Joel!”

Shit. 

Joel gives you a confused look. It definitely wasn’t what you were gonna say. He knows that.

“Are you—?”

“Hot dogs!” Sarah shouts, pointing towards the cart that is sizzling up some fresh wieners and whose scent is wafting into your baby’s bloodhound-like nose. Thank goodness for it, as Joel and Tommy are seemingly distracted now with their equally hungry bellies.

Joel stands and dusts off his creaky knees from the sand. “You want one, babe?” He offers a hand out to help.

You rub your belly with a frown. “I’m good, I’m just gonna sit here for a bit. You go get her two.”

He winks at you before rushing off to Sarah, who’s already dragging Tommy to the cart about to con him in getting her some ice cream too.

-

By the End of day, everyone has warm skin, dried hair, droopy eyes. Sarah and Tommy and passed out on each other in the back. Tommy’s skin is tender to the touch, already starting to flake since he didn't want sun screen. 

Joel drives silently. He looks at you, who's slowly succumbing to sleep on the passenger as you stare out the window peacefully. 

At home, you rinse Sarah’s hair in bath and she's barely able to sit up. You pat her dry before she collapses in bed. 

Joel asks Tommy to watch after Sarah. The younger Miller nods, crashing on the couch with the fan on high.

“Psst!” Joel taps your shoulder. You were about to get undressed yourself when he nodded his head to follow. 

“What?” You ask curiously, closing the front door behind you as he sneaks you off to the community pool that’s closed after 6. Joel had maintenance keys to do any service stuff for the neighborhood, which included access 24 hours.

“Are you breaking into the pool?” You scoff.

“Me? No. I got clearance to work here. You? Yeah. Sneaky bad girl—“

The gate clicks open and Joel ropes you inside quickly.

You giggle as he latches the gate shut, his arm still around your waist. “What are we doing here, Miller?”

“What? It’s adult swim hour.” He draws you in close, his body pressed against yours. “Don’t ya wanna go skinny dipping’ with me?”

“I’m gonna keep my suit on this time.” You strip off your shirt and soaked shorts, and Joel does the same, making sure to watch you fully before he blinds himself with his own shirt.

You slip into the pool, sighing. It’s calm and quiet, cool to your sun-warmed skin. You were looking forward to just floating and unwinding until—

Joel rushes to you, wading in the water. You let out a shriek as he grabs your ass under water and wraps your legs around him. Cupping your face and kissing you, he backs you up against the wall. 

“I wanted to do this all day,” he rasps, sucking your neck with passionate kisses. “You look so fuckin’ amazing.”

Despite the arousal, the needy whimpers you let out as he ruts his hard on against the seam of your crotch, you gulp. Your mind had been distracted all day, but now seemed like a good a time as ever.

"I had that appointment,” you tell him softly.

He continues to pepper you with hot kisses, taking your bathing suit strap down your shoulders. Mmm? Which one?" He bites into your shoulder blade teasingly.

"Ya know. With Spoon being protective around me..."

"Yeah, she loves ya,” he hums. He pulls your body flush against his, feeling the hard and soft outline of his torso and chest. 

“…And… all the Pepsi, I’ve been drinking.”

He chuckles softly. "That ain't a medical emergency baby.” He continues to kiss down your neck. “Besides, ya only get like that when you're...." 

He stops kissing, pulling away with realization in his eyes. H parts his lips, as if he’s let out a breath but hasn’t sucked another in. Looking to you, really, genuinely, as if it’s the first time today he’s actually put all his attention to you. Consciously knowing he should have known the whole damn time.

And you confirm it all with casual smile:

“I’m pregnant.” 

There’s a frog that croaks from the grass next to you. The water filter plugging every so often in the distance.

"You’re....pregnant,” he repeats.

"Um yeah. What do you … think about that?”

He tries to find the correct words. Its like a bunch of lines of code are rambling through his brain, visibly on his face, but he can't help the first honest thought that tumbles out his mouth: “My dick is hard.”

You both combust into laughter.

He rubs his forehead on your collar embarrassingly. “I’m sorry shit that’s… that was my first thought. Oh my god, are you serious? Like really???"

You nod biting your lip.

"Holy shit, oh my god thats--! Wait are you… are you okay, are you excited? I mean, shit, I know we talked about it, kinda, but—but you don't have to be, we don’t have to--"

You can’t hide the gleeful smile bursting through your teeth. “I’m excited.”

He hugs and kisses you. “Me too!” He lets out a breath before gyrating his hips deeper against you, grinding the excitement directly against your cunt. “M’sorry, I cant help it. Fuck oh my god."

“Me too—Joel—please—I want to—“

He slips himself out of his trousers while rubbing your clit through your bottoms. "I knew you were glowing today. Thought it was just me. Fuck. Gonna make me a Daddy again. Wife's got such a fertile pussy. Shit. When do ya think it was?"

"That night--in the car. We went onna date"

"Shit really did breed ya on some back road. Fuck—“ he squeezes his eyes tight. “M’ not gonna last.”

“Should we be—doing this? In the pool? Thought no bodily fluids…”

“Its fine—I’ll clean it—“ he hastily rubs himself against your entrance

You chuckle. “The whole pool? That’s too much. We can get out and—“

“No—baby fuck I gotta have you now. Can’t wait another—“he slips his tip inside, and the two of you groan, frozen and clinging to one another. “ahhhhhh—second.”

You wrap your arms around his broach shoulders tightly, your noses rubbing against one another. You both huff, mouths gaping. You begin to ride him slowly. 

“That’s my girl—that’s my momma,” he groans. One meaty hand is planted firmly under your ass, assisting your bounces, the other flat against the pool edge, holding you up so you don’t bruise your back. His biceps flex deliciously in the water. 

You feel dizzy and alive all at once. Panting against one another, neither of you can contain your excited smirks. The thrill of your pregnancy, of doing it in a pool, of being sneaky and yet being the age you are now…it felt surreal. 

Or maybe that was just the pregnancy hormones all over again…

It’s as if he read your mind. “Holy fuck I can’t wait—I can’t wait—“ he mumbles again and again. He’s thinking about your body, your belly, breasts, milk, 2am cravings and baby shoes and a new crib he can make, strollers and car seats and you and his whole family in his arms—

“I love you so much,” you keen. He fills you just right. He always had. A damn professional at making you sing every time. 

“I love you.” He thrusts a little more incessantly, as best he can through the water. Your bodies ripple waves outwards from your motions, disturbing the pool’s serenity. 

“We’re gonna have a baby,” you jeer.

“F-fuck—say it again—“ he growls.

“Gonna—gonna be a mommy—make you a Daddy again—!“

“More—Fuck—gimme more—“

neither of you have more to give at the moment. Seizing up, fingers clawing into one another’s skin, you both gasp, stilling with his cock rammed deep into you until you could feel his balls twitch against your bottom. He lets out an animalistic grunt with the first squirt of his cream into you, and your walls soon follow with perfect flutters that has him stuttering.

“I’m —so in love—“ he gasps, teeth grinding as he ruts his seed deep into you. He can barely see straight. 

“Me—me too,” you moan. You feel like you’re on fire despite the cool water surrounding you. Everything hot and tense and heavenly as you ride out that high. 

It takes a moment for you two to relax, still wrapped in each other’s embrace. It feels like home.

As he’s huffing into your shoulder, he starts laughing. Big and hearty and full of love. “You know what this means?”

You shake your head.

“I can finally kick Tommy out of family gatherings!”

You roll your eyes, unable to hide your own smirk.

“FOUR!” He shouts. “I’M GONNA HAVE ANOTHER BABY! That Makes FOUR OF US! Fantastic F—!”

You slap your palm over his lips. “Have you forgotten we’re not supposed to be here??”

He shrugs, kissing your hand instead.

You get yourselves as decent as possible before sneaking back out and over to your house. What was a very exhausting day just reinvigorated both your spirits for the rest of the night.

Tommy is still drooling into the couch when you tip toe back inside with shushed giggles.

“Oh my god—“ you gasp. Your earlier thought dawning on you.

Joel cups your belly, holding you close. “What is it?”

You smash his cheeks with both hands. “Maria and I are both going to have babies—together!”

Joel’s face frowns despite your obvious excitement. He glances at Tommy—the poor bastard having no idea what storm is about to hit.

You stomp your feet happily, smiling like a clown. But it quickly fades, and suddenly you’re breathing heavily, eyes shining with tears that begin to spill.

“What—what’s wrong baby?”

“I— I don’t—“ you hiccup and sniffle, unable to hide your emotional turmoil. “I want—I want—“

He’s desperately wiping your sudden tears with his thumbs, terrified of what’s going on right now.

“I WANT A MILKSHAAAAAKKKEEEE!” You bawl, finally tilting your head back and crying loudly into the air.

Tommy stirs awake, confused. “What’s wrong? What the hell did you do?”

Joel stares off at him. Jesus. it’s absolutely insane how quickly it all was happening again.

Sarah walks into the living room, awakened by your raucous crying. She rubs her eyeballs. “W-what’s wrong with—mommy?” She asks, concern dripping from her voice. 

“Nothing baby, mommy is just—“

But the sounds of your loud, child-like sobs triggers Sarah’s worry, making her eyes water and tears spilling too.

Now both of you were crying.

Tommy covers his ears, looking between the two of you. “What is happening!”

The older, very older, Miller just puts his hands on his hips. He’s certain by the end of this pregnancy, he’ll lose full hearing in his left ear.

“We’ve got a rough year ahead of us, brother.”

Tommy tilts his head. “We?”

- - - -

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[s-4pphics]

we’re not at Wendy’s anymore, toto…

SYNOPSIS: dropping fries or drawls?

WORD COUNT: 2.0K

WARNINGS: THIS IS CRACK AND VERY UNSERIOUS! FT. AGGRESSIVE FLIRTING, oc is a big titty pansexual and the wendy’s robin hood, ellie is a butch-dyking, fry-dropping misandrist who frowns a lot, mentions of mary jay, MDNI: TIT AND SPIT PLAY, MILD DIRTY TALK

A/N: i literally have no plan for this it’s just for shits n gigs. obsessed with their dynamic lowkey first part LOL

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This is not how Ellie thought she’d be spending her 15: outside at 11:47PM with her best friend calling her loose.

“This whole time, I thought, ‘wow, maybe Ellie has changed! Maybe she isn’t easy anymore’, but look at you! It took one hotbox and a hot box to—“

She massages her temples, “Riley—“

“I can’t lie and say y'all wouldn’t be hot together—Imma need that tape by the way, but Jesus Christ, get a grip—“

Why’d Ellie think confiding in her best friend about her new friend would be a good idea? Why’d she think befriending you in the first place was a good idea?

You’ve infiltrated her midnight sessions like a demonic witch. 3 days of pure torture: her waking up an hour before work steaming under her blankets, drenched in sweat and brain cursed with the image of you still with a full throat, only now… it follows her to work. Fuckass Wendy’s.

No one’s caught on—except for Riley, fuck her intuition—to the too long gazes shared between you, the playful shoulder bumps when you walk by her station, and the biggest one of all…

As Riley put it, “they’re not leaving a snail trail on the tile anymore. I think you tamed ‘em a little. Good for you, friend.”

But Ellie’s not trying to tame you. You can do, talk to, fuck, who and whatever you please. She doubts she’s made that much of an impact on you in such a short amount of time, but she does notice that you’re a bit more… chill? Chilled out? Still a menace, but slightly more selective with who you enchant.

That fucking shirt is still too tight, though.

And now, she wants to dunk whoever’s accepted your muted salaciousness into her 400 degree oil tank.

Ellie’s not a jealous person… She wasn’t, but there’s a deep sense of rage that overtakes her whenever men men men compliment you. It’s murderous, borderline sadistic what she envisions in her head while she throws their cheese slices on their limp. Dick. Fries. She despises their existence, wants nothing more than for them to die, or at the very least, shut the fuck up—

“I invited them over tonight.”

“… WHAT THE FUCK—“

… Yeah. Ellie felt so guilty about rain-checking you last week, but her cat got sick. Her baby wouldn’t stop vomiting.

A head pokes out from behind the back door, “Uh, y’all break ended 7 minutes ago.”

… Clock watcher. Maybe Ellie doesn’t hate all men. Jesse’s a guardian angel sent to protect her against the incoming force that is her best friend.

“BITCH, IT’S TUESDAY, WE’RE DEAD!” Riley shouts in his direction, “THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THEY’RE COMING OVER—“

“Who’s coming over? Coming here? Health inspectors?—“

“I needa pee.” Ellie’s already booking it towards the restroom, an excited Riley trucking close behind while Jesse panics about The Pope possibly eating at Wendy’s in the middle of fucking Wyoming.

“WHO’S COMING TONIGHT? HELLOOO—“

“YOU—YOU’RE FAKE AS HELL! YOU WAITED THIS LONG TO TELL ME ABOUT Y’ALL—“

“Shut up, I’m peeing, byeee, love ya, bye I needa pee, bye—“

The door shuts and locks, but she hears them yelling. A couple bangs on the door.

Just when she thought she found sanctuary…

“Hey.”

You stand by the mirror adjusting your tits in your tight ass shirt. All buttons are undone today, just her fucking luck.

“… You didn’t lock the door.”

“I wasn’t pissing.” You hold Pennifer up in your hand like a trophy, and Ellie snickers.

“Started without me?”

“Was fienin’,” With no hesitation, you offer it over, “Wanna pregame?”

She doesn’t mean to snatch it, but she’s a bit jittery. She puffs from, exhales in the opposite direction from you.

“I like when you do that.” Your tongue sounds larger in your mouth. Ellie has to puff again to keep from laughing.

“Do what. Get high on the job?” She whirs around smoke, but you ignore her.

“Tough night?” You nod towards the door that’s still being punched in by Riley.

“Somethin’ like that, yeah.”

“I HATE YOU, BITCH! NEXT TIME YOU WANNA SNEAK, LEMME KNOW—“

“Damn… what happened?”

“I just… I told her you were coming over tonight.” She hands Pennifer back.

Ellie’s surprised when you laugh. She half expected you to be irritated for snitching you both out to someone at work, was so prepared to ride for how trustworthy Riley is, that she wouldn’t get you both fired for workplace flirting and potential bathroom fondling.

But you don’t seem to care, just asks a simple question,

“Should I be concerned?”

She knows what you’re implying. Her head immediately shakes in denial. “I told you. Just a friend. She’s just nosy.”

“Alrighty,” you purr, and Ellie’s heart skyrockets when you take 2 steps closer. The bathroom suddenly feels like a funnel tube. Tight, closed-off, trapping, but she doesn’t leave. The door’s right there; she can’t bring herself to open it.

The pounding suddenly comes to a pause before irritated footsteps vacate the outside.

Ellie can’t stop the ache that blooms in her core or the watering of her mouth when both your hands rise to rest on your chest, the pudge poking through the gaps between your fingers. Either you're that soft, or you’re not wearing a bra.

“Buttons or no buttons?” Asked with fluttery lashes.

Ellie swallows. “One button.” For my fucking sanity, she wants to add, but you got enough ego to cover a goddamn army.

“Help me? Full hands ‘n allat.” That bottom lip juts out slightly and your lashes flutter, and it takes everything for Ellie to not press your face against this filthy ass door. Never in her life did she think she’d reach this level of depravity, but it’s been days. Days. She’s fucking starving for you.

Unfortunately, she has smidge of dignity, and wants you to keep yours.

So she buttons the last one, knuckles brushing against that small sliver of skin, taking in the way your pupils shake with every maneuver of her fingers. Your gaze alone could light a match. Start a forest fire. Burn this whole building to the fucking ground if you wanted.

“Thanks!” You say in your usual bushy-tailed tone, gently shoving Ellie aside to unlock and open the door. “Hi, favorite coworkers!”

The screaming stops, and Ellie’s head knocks back on the wall.

The last thing she wants to do is see her friends' faces. Riley’s hollering is enough.

“… WHAT IN THE FUCK IS GOING ON—“

Ellie’s sigh leaves her breathless.

—

“Welcome to my humble abode.”

Ellie shuts the door behind her, untangles her earplugs from around her neck to drop them, along with her keys, on the dining room table before shrugging her jacket off.

You were pretty quiet on the ride over. Made her a little nervous… A lot nervous.

“Why, thank you.” Ellie can’t hide her smile at your courtesy.

She watches your wandering eyes, moving all over her decorated walls, sloppy paint jobs, shredded up couch from kitten claws. She hopes you don’t notice the coffee stain that she could never remove.

“‘S very you.”

“I would hope so,” her feet carry her to the kitchen, “want a drink? I haaave…” She inspects her fridge. Empty, minus the to-go box, 3 beers, and 2 jugs of berry Minute Maid.

… Awkward. You’re a peckish pothead. Couldn’t even bother to get you a meal on the way home. Dumbass.

“Damn, bitch, no water?” You laugh, and Ellie huffs.

“You’re lucky I drank all my O-negative this morning. You’d be pissing yourself.”

“Sike, I’d buss it wide open for a vampire.”

She flushes before shutting the fridge and guiding you to the couch with a hand on your back.

“We matching? Or are you robbing me again?” You nudge her playfully before rummaging through your purse, and Ellie follows, pulling two jays out of her backpack.

Soon enough, your hands are stocked with Pennifer, a ziplock baggie of your own pre-rolls, and a… fucking butane lighter that your hand can barely close around.

“Goddamn—“

You cackle. “Shut up! Couldn’t find my pink one.”

“So you brought a fucking campfire?”

“If you’re gonna judge, you can spark yourself. Don’t mind m—“

Ellie snatches your lighter with an eye roll that borderline launches them to her brain, flickering the lighter on. It feels like a fucking fireplace. You’re ridiculous.

But you’re quiet. Ellie sparks the end with as much skill as you did last week.

Speaking of.

“Sorry I had to cancel a few days ago—”

“No need to be.”

“My cat got sick and it freaked me out. So. Yeah.”

“Aww, nooo,” you whine sympathetically. Even in your times of softness, that pout makes her lightheaded.

“Where's the baby? Is it okay?”

“He’s fine now. With my… dad.” She passes the jay to you. Watches you puff like a hawk, tinted chapstick smearing the edge. “I pick him up tomorrow.”

“That’s good. What’s the baby’s name?”

“Stewart.” She says stoically.

“… Is he orange?”

“Yes.”

“I can tell. He fucked this couch up.”

Ellie smiles. “You should see my room.”

“Is that an invite?”

Her heart stutters in her chest, but her gaze doesn’t falter from yours. She simply takes the joint from your grip, speaks around her puff.

“It’s whatever you want it to be.”

“Well.”

“Well what.” She pins.

“I want your mouth on my tits.”

“… And I want your tits in my mouth.” She speaks through a dry throat and a thrumming core, your tone set deep in her bones.

You nod your head once before unbuttoning the button she buttoned for you earlier, leaving your greasy cloth on the floor.

“Well… Lean.” Your hands gesture backwards.

And Ellie does, back pressed against her couch cushions, joint hanging from her fingers, almost as low as her eyes. Her suspicions were correct: you’re that soft and braless. You throw a leg over her lap, tits jiggling in her face.

She nearly yanks you down onto her lap when your lips curl around the joint, the orange end cresting like the sun in the morning.

“Suck on ‘em.” Smoke wafts in her face and she curses low and broken.

Your nipple beckons her lips and your hand flies to yank at her hair, pleased whines leaving your lips and vibrating down to her toes. She can barely gather the strength to rub on you like she wants; she’s too enraptured by your softness.

And your filth. That fucking mouth...

“You’re eating ‘em up like a fucking slut.” You whisper in astonishment before pressing a kiss atop her head. Ellie moans around you in response, tongue swirling messily around your areola before suctioning your nipple, drinking in your satisfied squeaks.

One of your nipples is more sensitive than the other. It's cute how loud you get when her teeth rub on them. Just an inch. Enough to get you jumping on her lap like a bunny.

They’re so heavy on her tongue, so soft in her mouth. She’s sure her jeans are staining with her slick… and yours. She can practically smell you.

“Ellie, ‘m—oh fuck, I might cum—“

Her muscles act on their own accord, her joint-less hand coming down to whack your ass, mouth popping off to spit sloppy on both your tits, rubbing her mess in with her tongue.

“You’re so hot, you’re so hot, m’cumming, ohhh fuck—“

Your arm closes tight on the back of her neck, shoving her face tight against your breasts and she accepts that she’ll happily die here: under you, trapped by your scent and your skin and your yipped thanks for the nut.

You have to shove Ellie off your tits after your comedown, thighs clamping shut on her lap when her teeth nick your more sensitive nip, her mouth matching your chest in wetness.

“Fuck.” She exhales, head plummeting on the back of the couch. Tokes one last time. Blows it in your face between giving you one.

“I thought you were a fucking prude when I met you. My fault.” You exhaust through heaves and clouds. She shakes her head uncaringly, massages your tit just to watch you twitch.

“You want another one?” She asks plainly despite the throbbing between her thighs.

“… You serious?”

“Yeah.”

“Sure… After you show me what’s in your nightstand.”

Ellie chuckles. She’s always loved a bargain.

[yup-thats-me]

—Jelly • K. Hongjoong

⋆˙⟡pairing: bf!Hongjoong x fem!reader ⋆˙⟡summary: ❝It wasn't your plan to run into your old crush before a date with your lover. but you couldn't lie, seeing the evil squirrel getting jelly did feel nice❞ ⋆˙⟡warnings: none ⋆˙⟡a/n: had fun writing this. lmk how you guys enjoyed it :3

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"Joongie," You ask, mischief sparkling in your eyes. "Are you jealous?"

And Hongjoong turns, eyes boring into yours. "What if I am?" he asks quitely. "God forbid a man gets angry that some asshole tries flirting with his girl."

You giggle, hitting him lightly. "Babe," you manage to say between laughs. "He was not flirting with me."

"Uh, pretty sure he was," he pointed. You smile, poking his cheek.

Hongjoong being as busy as he was, it took him a really long time to plan this date with you.

Coming home to see you fast asleep on the couch because you stayed up late waiting for him, keeping away from him while he worked, only giving him coffee for breaks and stole small pecks, it pained Hongjoong.

He too wanted to hold you close and eat dinner together, have long talks about life and nothing at all. So when he finally found a day off in his schedule before the tour starts again, he spent days meticulously planning each and everything for today.

What places you'll visit, the restaurants booked, outfits picked beforehand. All of that for to chat with your old crush for twenty minutes.

"Joongie," you start, pouting. "Why are you so mad, though? I'm yours and pretty much the entire world knows that."

Hongjoong turns, eyes boring into yours.

"Its not about that, Y/n!" He pouted.

Running into a crush from school was not in your plan. Having bumped into him in a coffee shop, all those memories came flooding back. The days you had spent researching for his favorite color at school, sneaking peeks while he played basketball. The man was a catch, you'd give him that.

But Hongjoong had not failed to see how the now-irrelevant-guy's jaw clenched when you introduced the singer as your boyfriend. Hongjoong snaked his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Giving the man a tight smile, he offered his hand.

"Kim Hongjoong, nice to meet you."

And you could sense something shift in the air. What you didn't see was the two men had each other's hands in a death-grip, jaw clenched. As they parted, their hands were red.

As you talked, the guy tried several times to get your number on the pretense of ''catching up." And maybe you would've given to him if not for his request of meeting you alone. Without your lover who's right beside you.

Being you, you nudged Hongjoong lightly as you gave him some made-up number on the spot. Those days have passed. He means nothing now. And if you did in fact want to catch up, you could do it with your other friends.

Hongjoong couldn't lie, he did feel a surge of pride when he saw how smoothly you handled the situation.

But now alone with you beside him, the producer now realized that he still could lose you. In his mind, you can still leave him after four loving years sent together. No matter how many times he tells himself that you won't, the brain is such a thing that does not know to shut up.

He spoke after a long period of silence. "...Would you have gone with him if I wasn't around?" His voice slow and meek.

You shake your head. "You think?" You say, smiling gently. "He's history, my love," hands clasping with his.

"He was and is just a girlhood crush. You, darling," your hands caressing his cheek. "How could I leave someone so wonderful? You're my life, don't you know that?"

The sincerity in your voice made it impossible to not meet your gaze. Breathing softly, Hongjoong brushes hair out of your face, pressing his lips to yours.

And before you could react, the man is leant back on his seat, smiling smugly.

"At least give me a warning!"

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[neon-night]

ShadAmy Week 2025 - Day 4: Y2K

Very happy w/ how this one came out- though it was a bit of a pain after a while. Admittedly, I wasn't fully sure what to do w/ this prompt, but I like what I turned out.

I'm sure it's not entirely accurate, but I wanted to go for a retro 90s/2000s inspired computer/computer screen. I also haven't done a chibi style in a hot minute, but I really gotta get back into it. These 2 cuties were so fun to draw this way :3

And of course some versions without the screen "filter" and just the background on it's own, since that took the most time and energy.

[bambi-kinos]

John in interviews seemed most focused on being in control of a narrative to the point that it’s hard to discern his true thoughts and feelings. When it comes to comments on Paul he comes off aggressively dismissive and self righteously defensive over perceived wrongs done to him and Yoko. He all but insists he creatively outgrew Paul and finds Paul’s creative default to be lacking in depth and sometimes when he tries really hard, he churns out something of worth (he really nailed that specific brand of backhanded compliments). It’s like he pities Paul for wanting the band to go on and then condescends him for taking the measures to dissolve their partnership. Paul seemed to have taken a more or less neutral stance where he jabbed back but didn’t hit back nearly hard enough—makes me wonder how John would’ve reacted had Paul been just as intentionally hurtful or whether he just went fully cold and totally silent on any thoughts on John. What do you make of it all?

Paul's attitude is that he learned a long time ago not to try and compete with John with insults. He considers John to be a great wit and capable of saying very cruel and hurtful things. Paul doesn't have that kind of killer instinct and there's discussion buried in my blog about it, because Mike McCartney made a comment many years ago that he and Paul shared this with James McCartney, that they don't have the ability to just be cruel to someone that way. And because John was famous, no one was willing to form a fist and slam it into the top of his skull to flatten him into an accordion, Tom & Jerry style. And truthfully I think Paul knew that John was full of shit and lashing out.

The thing is John isn't actually that cutting or insulting? Like apparently one of the """""""witty""""""" jokes that he had in Hamburg was that Stuart was a Cancer sign or something and that meant LOL YOU'LL DIE OF CANCER and other such lame as fuck attempts at being funny. For some bizarre reason everyone was scared of John so no one was willing to tell him to his face that he was a dumbass and should stick to music.

So frankly I've always been confused as to how Paul ever got offended over the shitty things John said about him in the 1970s because 70s John's utterances are comedy gold. He just didn't see it because he was such a turd and he forged a mini media empire from fatherless brown nosers who desperately sought his approval. (Because THEN they could go "Fuck you father, John Lennon is my new dad!!!!!!!!!" Jann Wenner would 100% of be photoshopping his face over Sean's in the Ono family photos on Instagram if this were taking place in the 21st century. And he would proudly display them on Twitter with some "blessings from our family <3" caption.)

But I'm getting off track. The point of all this is that yeah, John was a narcissist and Paul didn't hit back as hard as he deserved. John was extremely reactionary, he was willing to say absolutely anything if it hurt Paul no matter how idiotic or contradictory. Remember that he could do this because he deliberately recruited journalists who were willing to print whatever he said and never challenge him ever, he didn't want anyone with a backbone that was willing to say "wait a minute, that doesn't make sense."

At the end of the day I think Paul had to make a decision. Did he want to punch back, hard, at a guy with notorious anger issues that was hopped up on drugs and willing to shit out lies on demand? Or did he want to say "shut the fuck up John" and pump out six brand new albums in the time it took for John's limo to reach the Rolling Stones news desk lmao. Paul seems to have understood that John's interviews only really amounted to a bunch of hot air and that what really mattered was the musical output. And that is where Paul excels and eventually John folded up into the fetal position while Paul dominated the entire world with Wings. At which point John magically stopped giving so many interviews, had a kid, and started puttering around his house in his robe and hair curlers reading the Dear Abby and astrology sections of the newspaper. Lmao.

The important thing to remember about John during the 1970s is that he was a drunk dumbass that was walking around high all the time. Junkies are black holes of selfishness and cruelty. Paul doesn't have to waste his time with an insult war on a guy who tried to murder his girlfriend in a hot tub and then sniveled about it the next day. Objectively speaking. What exactly is the difference between John and the poor bastard on Skid Row? The fact that he has money?

John's words were hurtful as all get out but Paul won the war. He had a beautiful wife who loved him, children who he was present for, a nice home that he had tons of fun renovating himself, a London property, experiences traveling all over the world, and he could pick and choose his substances and didn't struggle with addiction. At the time John was just another washed up remnant of the 1960s who couldn't hack it in the 1970s and on top of that he helpfully contributed to the Nixon campaign by being such an loudmouth pest the he helped polarize the American public into voting for Nixon in a landslide. Nice job breaking it hero.

If I were Paul then I wouldn't waste time with putdowns either. He already knew he had won in every conceivable avenue and that John's words were meaningless wind. He and eventually George, conceived of the most brutal punishment imaginable for a man like John Lennon: they ignored him. Paul did not spend every minute of the 70s fretting over John, he got on with his life and focused on his children and music. I imagine there were stretches of weeks and maybe even months where he simply did not think about John because John was not doing anything noteworthy or important. I suspect part of the reason why John gave those interviews in the first place was because he was trying to get Paul's attention and couldn't be civil over a phone call.

The simple fact of the matter is that John played well with the media but the tastes of the masses side with Paul every single time. He consistently outsells the other Beatles, put out tons of new music that mostly every body loves, and makes a specific point of putting his thumb in the eyes of critics who have to review his albums knowing they'll be successful lmao. John had plenty of mass success but it just wasn't a competition since Paul broke that standard over his knee. Liking John is more of an ideological point now rather than a musical one. Paul has won the music war which was the only one that actually mattered. And they both knew that.

[edwardhartenjoyer]

Dance with Me

Part 3

Featuring: Taiga | Romeo | Ritsu

Taiga Hoshibami - You were hanging out in the casino of Sinostra, there to be your boyfriend's 'good luck charm' as he liked to call you.

You were bored, though. You didn't mind the excuse to sit on his lap and nap normally, but today, you just wanted to do something fun.

"Taiga, I'm bored. Can't we go do something." You whined softly to him once he won his latest hand.

"We are doing something, Kitty Cat. You're watching me win gyahaha"

You pouted, "I meant something fun, like a date or dancing!" You huffed. He looked at you and raised a brow as a grin broke out across his features.

"Kitty Cat wants to dance huh?"

"Yes, dancing would be fun."

"I'm bored of winning anyways, let's go dance then Kitty" He stood up, and you yelped, clinging to him as he easily manouvered you to carry you in his arms.

He brought you up to his room before setting you down. You wasted no time quickly setting up a song to dance to, not wanting Taiga to lose interest before you even got to see what he danced like.

When the music started, he pulled you close, and, to your complete shock and surprise, he was a really good dancer. Far better than you thought he'd be, and better than you were. He laughed softly anytime you faltered a bit.

When the song ended, he pulled you into a spin before dipping you. He grinned down at you as your face blushed darkly.

"How was that for fun, Kitty?"

Romeo Lucci - You were working in the VIP lounge, monitoring the cameras for your boyfriend while he handled other matters.

Though, you felt like you were starting to go cross eyed from watching the screens and leaned back, looking away from them to give yourself a break.

You looked over to Romeo and watched him for a moment, observing the graceful way he moved even when yelling at someone over the phone. A thought came to you then, and you voiced your question without thinking.

"Romeo? Do you know how to dance?" You asked once he'd hung up his phone. He snapped his head over to look at you.

"What are you babbling about BB?" He huffed. He took a deep breath to calm himself before responding again. "Yes, I know how to dance. Why?"

"Could you teach me?" You pleaded. You wanted to do something fun, and something to get away from staring at screens all day. He frowned.

"I'm FTBTD"

You stared at him for a moment, silently trying to piece together this latest acronym.

"Far to beautiful to dance?" You guessed. You knew he meant busy, but you were hopeful that if you played into his pride, he'd give in.

He gave you a withering look before he sighed. "Fine, one dance." He always did give in to you.

He picked a song and let it start playing before he guided you into the steps. He was, for all his usual short temperment, a fairly patient teacher. He'd calmly correct you, only yelling if you managed to step on his feet one too many times and scuffing his shoes.

When the song ended, he pulled you through an elegant twirl into his arms. "Happy now?" He asked, though his tone was more amused than annoyed.

You beamed at him "Very."

Ritsu Shinjo - Bored. Bored, bored, bored. You sighed and slouched in your seat a bit before glancing at Ritsu and straightening your posture.

You were meant to be studying in your room with him, but you just couldn't focus anymore. You were endlessly bored and wanted to do something interesting.

"That's the fifth time you've sighed in the last 20 minutes. Are you okay? Is the material too hard, or would you rather we allocate this time to something more suited to your current mood?" Ritsu asked, as usual, being able to read you like a book.

"I'm just so bored. I can't focus on these words anymore, and I want to do something fun."

Ritsu nodded and closed his book, turning his full attention towards you. "What would be more fun for you then?"

You shrugged, before thinking of an idea that made you grin, "How about dancing?"

"I was unaware dancing was a passtime for you...I'll have to update my files.."

"It's not really, I just think it'd be fun for us to dance together." You admitted, watching as a faint blush rose up on his cheeks.

"You wish to dance with me?" He asked. "Then I won't disappoint you, though dancing is perhaps a skill I lack in."

"That's okay, I'm not the best either, but it's more about having fun than being good."

So you set up some music, cleared away some space, and took Ritsu's hand as he offered it to you.

He definitely wasn't going to win any dance contests, but that was okay because you were having fun. You guided him through the steps and both just making up some when neither of you knew the moves.

When the dance ended, Ritsu hestitantly let go of you. "That was quite fun. Perhaps we should schedule time to do something like this again. That way we can both improve as well."

You smiled and kissed him. "I'd love that."

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[shadamyheadcanons]

Total Recall

For the 2025 Shadamy week prompt: Forgotten. Kindly beta’d by the lovely @shadowsfascination.

Shadow wakes up in an unfamiliar bed with amnesia and finds that a vaguely familiar pink hedgehog took him in, promising to take care of him until he remembers everything. He keeps a journal while he’s there so he can at least remember some things over time. 5.8K words.

Cross-posted on AO3.

Day 1

I woke up this morning with a splitting headache, a bump on my head, and not a single memory of how it happened...or who I was. Who anyone was. I must’ve grunted in pain, because a pink hedgehog dashed into the room to check on me. She was fretting and worrying over me, but I couldn’t really focus.

She introduced herself as Amy and said we were friends, but I don’t know. She feels more important than that, somehow. She must mean something else to me. Whatever it is, it must be positive, because I instantly felt better once I saw her. Safer.

Amy promised she’d take care of me until I got my memories back, and she gave me this journal so I could write things down as I remembered them. When I asked her why she’s helping me, she said she’s always there when a friend needs her. She also mentioned she felt guilty, but she wouldn’t tell me why.

Day 2

The stabbing pain in my head this morning was just as bad as yesterday, maybe worse. I couldn’t even leave bed, so she fed me soup and pet my head for a while. It felt...nice. I kind of want to fib and tell her I need to stay in bed more often, but the idea of lying to her makes me feel sick for some reason.

Day 3

I tried walking around the house today, but I was too dizzy to make it far. Luckily, Amy was there to help guide me to a seat in her kitchen, and she talked to me while we ate lunch, telling stories about all our friends. A couple of names sounded vaguely familiar, but the details escaped me. She didn’t seem to mind.

When I asked if looking after me was a nuisance, Amy instantly denied it, saying it’s nice to have someone else around for a change. Apparently, she used to live with her friend Cream, but then Cream moved back in with her mother, leaving Amy by herself.

It looked like she was trying really hard not to look sad. I wonder if she’s lonely. Maybe I’m lonely, too.

I told her I liked being with her here so far, and she looked really happy. I think I’ll mention that more often.

Day 5

I remembered something today. She was playing music while she made us breakfast. I recognized the chords, the words, the tone...I spoke some of the words, then sang a few lines as the lyrics came to me.

Amy was thrilled. She instantly perked up and started talking a mile a minute about the band—Hot Honey, she called them—and how she’d brought me to a concert with her, how much fun we’d had together, how much I liked it. She played song after song of theirs, excitedly chattering away.

But I didn’t understand. I told her that although I recognized the songs, I didn’t like them.

I wish I hadn’t done that. She went quiet and looked really sad.

I wanted to make her feel better, so I admitted that although I didn’t really like the songs, they felt meaningful. Important. She smiled a little.

She hasn’t played Hot Honey since then.

It was grating. It was sappy.

But I kind of miss it anyway.

Day 6

Not too much happened today. My head’s been feeling better and I can walk now, so Amy said we can go out tomorrow.

I noticed she had blankets and a pillow set up in another room, so I asked if she always slept there. She said it was just temporary, that she usually sleeps in the bed I’m using. She told me she was fine sleeping there and it wasn’t a problem, but I don’t know. It looks uncomfortable to me. I told her there was probably enough room for both of us in the bed if we slept close enough, but her face went bright red, and she got all flustered and said no.

Not sure what that’s about, but I kind of want to see her do it again.

Day 7

I’m apparently a fan of flowers, so she took me out to a public garden today. She must be right, because I remembered all of their names—lilacs, azaleas, rhododendrons, magnolias. It’s weird what my brain hangs onto; little facts are fine, but whenever I try to think of details about people or my past, it’s like there’s this weird bubble in the back of my head stopping me. If I try to push it, I get this sense of wrongness, like I’m snooping somewhere I shouldn’t be.

But flowers are easy. I even told her scraps I remembered about their supposed “symbolism,” whatever that means, and she looked happier and happier the more I shared. Memories came back in bits and pieces: times when I’d seen each flower for the first time, the books I’ve scoured to learn more, the feeling of soil passing through my fingers, and the joy of raising my own flowers and watching them bloom. Upon remembering I had a garden myself, I immediately stopped and asked Amy about it. Luckily, she’d asked a friend of hers, Silver, to look after it while I was under the weather. She really does think of everything.

Halfway through, she spotted some bright yellow daffodils and gasped. She brightened up and told me I gave her a bouquet of them once to cheer her up. I can’t remember doing that, but the smile on her face was warm and familiar. If she always looks that way when she gets flowers, I’ll have to get them for her more often.

At the end, she lamented that it was too early in the year for lavender, saying those were my favorites. But I don’t think they actually are. They aren’t right now, at least. I pointed to a patch of roses we’d already passed and said those were my favorites, especially the red ones. She looked confused, but then she smiled again and told me she loved them, too, and that “Rose” is her last name.

It suits her.

On a whim, I asked if I could call her that, and her eyes widened. She smiled shyly and agreed. Her cheeks were pink.

Rosy, even.

Day 9

Today, Rose introduced me to two of her friends, a fox with two tails and an...echidna? I think that’s what he’s called...named Tails and Knuckles.

Two people named after body parts. Not exactly creative, but it does make me wonder where my name came from. What am I a shadow of? I tried to think back, but all it gave me was an unsettling sensation in the back of my mind: a gentle voice, followed by a stabbing pain.

I decided the answer could wait.

I’m not sure why Knuckles was there. It seems like Rose doesn’t always have a reason for bringing people over, she just does it. He mostly lounged around and pestered me about what I did and didn’t remember and seemed disappointed with how little I knew. But when I called Rose by her last name, he lit up and started hounding me about her instead—how “close” we were, how much I liked her, how long I was staying with her—smirking obnoxiously the whole way through. Rose eventually got him to back off.

Tails asked about my headaches. How frequent they are, what triggers them, that kind of thing. He talked to me about amnesia, too, saying this kind usually only persists for a couple weeks in Mobians and my memories will probably be back soon. The others seemed relieved, but I’m not sure how to feel about it.

After checking on my health, Tails showed that he’d brought a two-wheeled vehicle with him, saying he’d been in the process of tuning it up when my...incident happened. He encouraged me to take a seat and start it up, explaining that I’d been built with what he calls “vehicular intuition,” so I’d know how to ride it even without my memories. He’s awfully smart for a kid. Smarter than Knuckles, at least.

At first, I didn’t recognize it. The striking jet black and sharp angles called out to me faintly, but it wasn’t until I sat down on the seat and started up the engine that it clicked.

Powerful sensations and images flashed behind my eyes—wind whipping through my quills, scenery blurring past, the growl of the bike beneath me, the simple joy and freedom of it all—and my heart pounded.

My bike. Mine.

I almost shed a tear. I’ve missed it that much. Luckily, I regained focus in time to blink it back. I think I’d be okay if Rose saw me cry, but the other two? Not a chance.

After they left, Rose begged me to take her on a ride with me, and I immediately said yes. She’s a difficult person to say no to.

The familiar thrill of racing returned to me, but the feeling of someone clinging to me was fresh. I don’t think I’ve ever given Rose a ride before. I’ve been missing out. The way she held me made my chest feel warm and light, and whenever I sped up or turned a tight corner, she’d let out a cute little squeak.

I kept driving her around until the sun set. Once I brought her home, she finally explained why she’s been feeling guilty about my amnesia. She said I was helping her build a new addition on her house and she accidentally knocked me on the head with a hammer. Said she felt awful, should have been more careful, all of that. I didn’t like seeing her so unhappy, so I hugged her and told her it was alright, and she calmed down.

To be honest, I bet there’s more to the story than that. Tails mentioned I’m supposed to be some kind of “Ultimate Life Form,” so I highly doubt a sweet, silly, petite girl could knock me out with a hammer, especially by accident. She’s probably being too hard on herself for something. She does that a lot.

But she does have a hammer she keeps by the door, this giant yellow and red thing. Just looking at it does make my head hurt.

Day 11

Rose invited over an obnoxious blue hedgehog this afternoon—Sonic, I think? He wouldn’t shut up and kept sprinting around making dumb jokes, saying he ‘would race me if I were feeling better.’

As if I’d need to be at full power to beat that buffoon in a race.

Rose seems...fond of him. She has terrible taste. I didn’t tell her that.

She asked me if I remembered anything about him, and I told her that she must have hit me pretty hard if I managed to forget someone that annoying. I thought she’d be upset, but she laughed instead and said that some things never change.

Day 14

Today

Day 15

Yesterday I

Day 16

Rose and I went to a city two days ago called Westport Westopolis to run a few errands. While we were there, we ran into a man in a military uniform with two differently colored eyes. He started to snap at me about my “extended vacation.” Rose got mad and stepped between us, maybe to defend me, but I couldn’t hear what she said to him because I caught sight of a weird logo on his chest that spelled out “G.U.N.”

It felt like my head was splitting in two.

Unsettling, terrifying noises ricocheted in my mind—panicked voices, pleading, screams—ending with a deafening bang.

I don’t know what that sound was, but it made my stomach turn.

After the bang, my vision went black, and my legs gave out. I don’t remember hitting the floor, though. Maybe Rose caught me. She did say she carried me home, and I’ve never caught her in a lie. She must be stronger than she looks. I couldn’t even leave bed until today, so I’m sure I was no help.

I think something bad happened to me, and I’m scared of finding out what it was. Is it possible to just bring back the good memories? Am I wrong to want that?

I hope I never run into G.U.N. again.

Day 17

Rose thought we could use a nice day off after what happened, so she brought me to the city park with some food and a blanket so we could eat outside on the grass. She said it’s called a “picnic.” The word wasn’t familiar, not even a little. Rose got really sad when I said so. She thinks I’d probably never been on one, even before I lost my memories. She immediately turned determined, scrounged up some food—bread, strawberry jam, peanut butter, chips–and brought me to the city park.

I don’t think this will help me regain any memories, but I don’t mind. She’s cute when she gets all determined like this. Are all female hedgehogs as pretty as she is? I asked her, but she told me to stop embarrassing her. She was as red as the strawberry jam.

I figured Rose would find us a table somewhere, but instead, she spread out the blanket right on the grass. We were halfway through our meal when Rose’s friend Cream hopped over to us with a small blue creature in tow who she calls “Cheese.” She let me hold him. He has an odd texture, warm and soft but jiggly. Not sure what to make of that, but it’s comforting somehow. A few other Chao stopped by, too. They’re clingy, but I like them.

The afternoon passed with no discussion of who I used to be; Rose, Cream, Cheese...all they cared about was who I am now. The temperature and breeze were relaxing, and it was nice to see them laughing and enjoying the comfortable weather. Their voices and the natural sounds of the park were gentle. I would’ve gladly spent all day there.

Rose once told me I’d promised her years ago that I’d keep everyone safe, that I’d made it my life’s mission to protect the Earth and everyone on it. I think I’m starting to understand why.

Day 20

We went grocery shopping in some square today—Station Square, I think it’s called. She had a pretty long list. She’s going to teach me how to make cupcakes. It’s another one of those things I know I’ve never done before. Is she still avoiding my past because of what happened with the commander, or is she just as reluctant to dredge up my memories as I am?

Taking a look at the list, I recognized enough items that I’m sure I could have dashed around the store and cut the time in half; I’ve experimented with my strength and speed here and there, and they’re both returning to me. Even as I thought of it, though, I lost all desire to rush. If I ran, I wouldn’t get to walk by her side. I’d miss the cute way her nose wrinkles when she’s comparing prices. I wouldn’t have gotten to reach the cake mix she was too short for and enjoy the smile it earned me.

Maybe you don’t need a reason to spend time with someone. Maybe the right person is worth it all on their own.

Day 25

Today, Rouge and Omega stopped by. I don’t remember everything about them, but their names are the only ones I’ve known right off the bat so far, and I felt better having them here.

Before they came in, Rose poked her head out the door and whispered something to them about not mentioning “assignments” around me right now, and every so often, she or Rouge would steer the topic away from something. Omega didn’t like that very much. They cut him off when he started mentioning something about target practice, and his internal motors made this disgruntled rumbling noise.

I get the feeling Rouge and Omega—and me, by extension—don’t visit Rose. Rouge didn’t know where the bathroom was, and Omega was analyzing the house’s structural integrity like he’s never been here. I can apparently teleport when I’m at full strength, so distance isn’t an issue, and she clearly needs the company, so why don’t we visit her?

Rouge apologized for not checking up on me sooner, saying they’d been really busy. Whichever “assignments” they’re being sent on must be stressful; Omega was grumpy, and there were bags under Rouge’s eyes. I told them to look out for themselves.

When Rose stepped out to bring in the cupcakes we’d made together, Rouge asked me about her—whether I felt comfortable here, if I wanted to stay somewhere else, all that. I told her I was happy here with her. When I called her “Rose,” though, Rouge stopped. She didn’t respond like Knuckles had. She and Omega exchanged a nervous glance. I asked what was wrong, but they both stalled out. Rouge just said that I was welcome to come back to live with them anytime, especially if I “needed some distance” after I got my memories back. Rose came back with the cupcakes before I could ask what she meant.

Distance from what? From Rose? Why? I like her. I like her smile. I like her cooking. I like how she laughs, even if I don’t always understand why. I like the warm feeling I get when she holds my hand to lead me places. I like hearing her hum when we’re doing chores around her house. I like how she says my name. She puts an extra...something into it that no one else does.

What miserable version of me would want to avoid her? What was I afraid of?

Day 31

It’s been a month now, and I think I need to talk to Rose.

The longer this goes on, the less and less I want to know about whatever darkness is lurking in my past. Every time I think back, all I feel is pain and dread, and I can’t help but wonder if I was ever as happy as I am now. I like the world I live in. I’m not sure I always did.

It feels like almost everyone wants to pull me backwards, but I’m tired of looking back. Why can’t I move forwards instead? Why can’t this be me?

Rose has put in so much time, so much effort into helping me regain my memories, but if anyone will accept my decision, it’ll be her.

I’ll tell her tomorrow.

Day 32

I did it. I told her...and she accepts me!

She said she’d noticed how nervous I was about it, and she understood why. She even told me she loved me—every version of me—memories or not, and that she’d be happy to let me stay here no matter what I choose to do about my amnesia!

But...something odd happened. I can’t explain it, but she said this one phrase that echoed in my mind, and my brain...lurched, as if something was settling into place. She said, “I don’t care what you choose, Shadow. I want to give you a chance to be happy!”

My head’s been spinning ever since. Hopefully I’ll feel better in the morning.

I don’t know how I’ll break the news to everyone else, but with Rose by my side, I’m sure I can do it.

This is who I am.

Shadow sat on the edge of his bed—Amy’s bed—feeling his muscles shake. His jaw clenched harder with each cheesy, embarrassing, lovestruck journal entry his ignorant self had written over the past month.

The immense weight of his agonizing past had lifted for scarcely a moment, allowing him just enough room to drop his guard...and let her in.

And by the time he’d awoken that morning, the entire world had crashed down on his head once more. Raw and honest and unforgiving, leaving him broken like a neglectful Atlas.

His fingers tightened, wrinkling the pages, and his chest clenched. All the years I spent keeping my distance, and she breaks it all down in an instant. And as if that weren’t enough...

Vivid images of the massacre flashed behind his eyes, the gruesome tragedy that had taken everything from him.

Shadow’s heart pounded in his chest, and his breathing grew rough and unstable. His eyes went wide and his expression strained as he stared at nothing, but no tears dared fall.

Energetic footsteps, heavier than expected for a silly, petite hedgehog, bounded around the corner. Amy poked her head in. “Shadow, do you want—”

Shadow choked and threw the journal aside, feeling his face shift into that of a cornered animal. “A-Amy—!”

At the mention of her first name, Amy gasped, and her brow wrinkled in concern. “Shadow? Are you...”

He tore his gaze away.

Shadow heard Amy’s footsteps grow closer, and the bed sank next to him. Her hand hovered for a moment, then rested on his shoulder. “Are you okay?”

Her light reached out to him. He panted and tried to pull away as he always had, only to fall even further.

The ARK.

Gerald.

MARIA.

Amy wrapped her arms around his shoulders, desperate yet reassuring. “Shadow, it’s okay! You’ll be alright! I’m here.”

Shadow clenched his jaw until it hurt, and he grasped the sheets on either side of him. He could see Amy’s expression pinch out of the corner of his eye, and she rubbed his back. “Is there anything I can do?”

He met her gaze. Try as he might, Shadow couldn’t lock out her warmth, not the way he could just a month ago. He stared for a long moment at the woman he loved—the one he could never have because she was so enamored with someone else—and he sighed. Shadow looked down and shut his eyes. “Take out your hammer.”

A baffled noise escaped Amy’s throat, but she summoned it. “Um...okay...?”

Shadow took the hammer from her hands and held it to his forehead. “Right here. Just...”

After a moment of silent confusion, Amy gasped and ripped the hammer from his hands, throwing it aside. “SHADOW! That’s not funny!” There was a pause, and then her vitriol faded. “Shadow...?”

He felt the tears hit his knees before he even knew he was crying. “Take it back,” he croaked, voice cracking. “Take it all back.”

“Oh, Shadow.” Pain was evident in Amy’s voice, too, and she wrapped her arms around him fully, gentler this time. “I know it’s hard. You’ll be okay.”

“I was h-happy...for once...” he managed through shuddering breaths.

“Shh...it’s alright.”

Shadow turned in Amy’s hold and clung to her, letting himself break down in the arms of the only person left who was allowed to see his tears. He wept for Maria. He wept for Gerald, flawed though he was. He wept for the Shadow of yesterday who’d never known pain or loss or inhibitions, and he wept for the innocence he’d lost yet again.

Brainwashing, amnesia, time travel, and now I almost forgot all over again...only to remember every time. How many times will I be forced to lose them?

Shadow wasn’t sure how long he stayed there, mourning pain both old and new. Amy didn’t falter, not even after his breathing slowed and his muscles stilled.

At last, he lifted his head, vision bleary and head aching. Amy was gazing up at him, eyes watery with tears she’d shed on his behalf. “I’m so sorry!”

Shadow pulled back, baffled, but he held onto one of her hands. “Why?”

“Because I’m the reason you got amnesia in the first place!” she insisted. “I feel awful.”

Shadow was shaking his head even before she finished. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Amy glanced back at the hammer she’d left on the ground, then shot him an incredulous look.

“...Not on purpose,” Shadow added.

Amy groaned and hid her face. “You told me to use a regular hammer, but I got impatient and used mine!”

“In your defense, it was faster.”

“But you told me to be careful!”

“I got in the way,” he fibbed.

Amy yanked at her quills and scrunched her eyes shut. “I should’ve just done the job myself! If only I’d—”

“Amy.”

She peeked her eyes open a crack. Shadow threaded his fingers with hers and pulled them away from her quills. “Stop trying to make me blame you. It’s not going to work.”

Amy stared up at him and sniffled, but she remained silent.

“You’ve been taking care of me. Feeding me. Housing me. Helping me. Making me happy. And it worked.”

As he said that, though, he felt his face fall. It worked...just not forever.

Amy squeezed his hand. “I don’t know everything you’ve been through, and I know it can’t be easy, but you have good memories, too,” she insisted. “Whenever I hear you talk about Maria, it never sounds like you regret meeting her.”

“Of course I don’t!”

Amy jumped, so he averted his gaze and quieted down. “I would never regret meeting her. I couldn’t. Not for a second.”

Amy nodded, encouraged. “And think of all the adventures you’ve been on! Think of your friends! What about Rouge and Omega?”

Shadow’s chest warmed, then instantly tightened. “They’ve been covering for me. All this time. That’s why they were so exhausted.”

“Huh?”

“They’ve been keeping Team Dark going without me this entire time. How much longer would they have kept doing that? A month? Two months? Forever?” All so I could keep playing house with you, happy and ignorant?

I nearly threw away everything we’ve been through together.

The thought repulsed him.

“Because you would have done the same for them,” Amy countered, learning forward to get a better look at his face. “You’re kind. You’re dedicated. And if this had happened to either one of them, you wouldn’t have hesitated for a second.”

There was silence for a moment. Shadow just stared, sensing she had more to say.

Amy’s lower lip trembled. She held on for a few moments before blurting out, “You shouldn’t have been here in the first place!”

“What?!”

“No, no!” Amy spluttered, holding her hands up defensively. “I mean you shouldn’t have been there the day I...” She glanced back at her hammer and cringed.

Shadow rolled his eyes. “You were putting another wing on your house, and no one else would help. Of course I showed up.”

Amy scratched the back of her head and looked down at her feet. “Ah...not quite.”

Shadow’s ears perked up.

Amy bit her lip. “See, I actually...didn’t ask anyone else,” she murmured. “I had it handled. I could have called Tails if I needed help with construction, and I could have asked Knuckles if I needed more strength...but I didn’t. I can do all that by myself.”

With anyone else, Shadow would have snapped in irritation. He kept his tone gentle. “Why did you ask me?”

Amy looked up at him, fidgeting with her fingers. “Promise you won’t get mad at me, okay?”

Shadow nodded. I don’t think I could if I tried.

She paused, then let her head drop, resigned. “Because I wanted to get to know you better.”

Shadow’s heart pounded. “Really?”

Amy nodded, peeking up at him shyly out of the corner of her eye. “I’ve wanted to get to know you since we talked on the ARK, but you’ve always kept your distance. I could never get close.”

Shadow’s heart ached. I never meant to hurt you. He opened his mouth, but the words died in his throat.

Amy twiddled her thumbs in her lap. “But I knew one thing that would work. No matter how busy you are, you’ve always found time to help me. Every single time I’ve asked you for help, you’ve been there.”

Memories of Amy’s voice drifted into his head.

“Thank you so much for coming with me to this concert, Shadow. I never could have gone alone. It’s so much better with you here!”

“Ah, Shadow, I’m so glad you’re here! Cream went into this weird-looking castle, and she hasn’t come back out! Will you go in there with me to look for her?”

“Shadow, please help us! Give them a chance to be happy!”

She’s right. I really will do anything for her.

“Shadow!”

He didn’t know he was grasping at his chest until Amy threaded her fingers with his. Her voice pulled him out of his stupor. “I’m sorry! I know it was wrong. It’s just...you’re so sweet, and brave, and kind...and you don’t hear that often enough. I wanted to know more. I—”

Shadow stalled out as she rambled, at a loss for words. His heart fluttered.

Does she...?

Every word died in his throat. Instead, he grasped her hand with both of his and held it to his chest, letting her feel his racing heartbeat. Her ranting immediately stopped, and one solitary tear faltered, nearly falling from her eye. A voice from fifty years ago, quieter than Amy’s but clear, floated in from the back of Shadow’s mind.

“You have a big heart! It may be difficult for you to express it, but I know that deep down you really do care. About me. About everyone! What you do is what defines you. I know you’re having a hard time finding answers, but I’m certain you will one day. Then, you’ll find even more people you can trust.”

Shadow found his voice at last. “I really wish you could have met her.”

Amy’s confusion lasted for only a moment before melting away, but she remained silent.

He brushed away the tear she’d almost shed, breathed in deeply, and let it out. “She would have loved you almost as much as I do.”

Amy’s eyes bugged out. Shadow slid his hand onto her cheek, making his intentions clear. He waited for a few terrifying seconds that felt like years, praying he hadn’t misinterpreted.

Finally, Amy glanced at his lips...and leaned in to meet him.

Her lips were warm and soft, and Shadow’s eyes fell shut at the pleasant sensation. His motions were tentative from nerves and inexperience, just as hers were, and he lingered for only a few seconds before pulling back. Amy leaned in to follow him, apparently just as reluctant to end the contact, and he pressed their foreheads together to stay close. Her breath tickled his lips, and a shy smile spread across her face. He couldn’t hold back a small grin of his own.

“So does this mean you���ll forgive me?” Amy asked, hesitant but hopeful.

Shadow scoffed and rolled his eyes playfully. “The girl I’ve had a soft spot for since the beginning resorted to subterfuge to spend more time with me, then pampered me for a month? I’ll live.”

Any last trace of hesitation vanished from Amy’s face, leaving behind cheeks dusted pink. Shadow tilted her head down and pressed a kiss to her forehead before aiming a smile her way. “Thank you, Amy.”

“Ah—”

She snapped her mouth shut. He raised a brow. “Hm?”

Amy pursed her lips, deliberating, and then her expression turned sheepish. “You know...you can keep calling me ‘Rose,’ if you want...” Her eyes shot open. “I mean—you don’t have to, but...”

Shadow perked up. “I can?”

Her smile was small and secretive. “It’s...nice. No one else calls me that, so...it feels special when you do.”

Shadow smirked roguishly. “No problem. ‘Rose’ it is.”

A happy little noise escaped Amy’s throat, and he knew even before looking that her tail was wagging. As he kept looking around her room, though, Shadow’s stomach churned with nerves once more. “So...I know I’ve recovered by now, but...is your offer from last night still valid?”

She cocked her head. “What do you mean?”

Shadow tugged absently at the blanket underneath him. “I know you’re lonely, and I’ve found a lot of happiness here. More than anywhere else.” He squeezed his eyes shut, ignored the way his stomach flipped, and met her eyes. “I don’t want to leave.”

Amy’s face barely had time to light up before he was pulled into an enthusiastic embrace. “Of course I want you to stay!”

Shadow choked from her strong hug, then laughed and quieted down when she loosened up. He listened patiently, happy just to hear her rant excitedly about all the new ideas she had for the house.

At last, she retreated, showing the exhilarated, post-rant expression he knew most were never patient enough to see.

Their loss.

Shadow ruffled her quills. “In that case, you’d better have supplies ready when I get back.”

Amy frowned. “What do you mean?”

Shadow stood up and adjusted his gloves. “I really do need to talk to Rouge and Omega, but if I’m moving in, then you’ll need that extra wing on your house more than ever.” He smirked down at Amy. “And it’s been established that you can’t handle that yourself, right?”

Amy leapt to her feet and gave a grumpy pout, cheeks puffing out in irritation. “That wasn’t—! Oh, you—!” He chuckled, and she crossed her arms. A few seconds later, though, she stood up straight and snickered. “Are you sure about that? You’re not just going to ask me to sleep in the same bed with you again~?”

Amy giggled, clearly expecting him to get flustered just as she had. Shadow raised a brow.

There’s nothing you can say that’s more embarrassing than that journal.

Shadow snaked an arm around her waist and cradled the back of her head, showing his own smirk when her eyes shot open. He pulled her close, closer than before, and pressed their lips together. He lingered longer this time, deepening the kiss and feeding more passion into it. He tilted his head and lightly scratched her scalp. Inexperience be damned, he kept going even as her fingers dug into his biceps, only pulling back when she whined quietly against his lips.

Shadow broke contact, unable to hold back a smug smile at her wide eyes and flushed cheeks. He leaned up to whisper in her ear.

“Not yet.”

Amy squeaked quietly. He released her and stepped back, unable to hold back a lighthearted laugh. She briefly stumbled, face even redder than before, and he felt his smile turn more genuine.

“I’ll see you later, Rose.”

She held a hand up to try and hide her face, but her bashful smile showed through. “O-okay.”

He took a moment to enjoy the sight before teleporting away.

I never want to forget this day.

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15 Minutes - C.S.

"only gonna take two to make you finish." or... the one inspired by the song '15 Minutes' by Sabrina Carpenter! you bet chris that you can get him off in two minutes or less, and he wants you to prove it. warnings: smut, kinda subby!chris, cocky!reader, oral (m receiving), early ejaculation, hair pulling word count: 685 a/n: i was listening to this song in the car on the way home from getting it serviced today and the idea popped into my head! i thought it would be something short and sweet to post today <3

you hummed along to the music in your bathroom, Sabrina Carpenter's most recent album blaring out of the speakers of your phone.

nothing made you feel more confident than a few good songs while you were getting ready. something you could dance along to, sing in front of the mirror, really set your mood to happy for the day.

chris walked into the bathroom as the chorus of '15 Minutes' was playing, you singing the lyrics, a wide smile on your face as you slid your rings onto your fingers.

"i can do a lot in fifteen minutes..."

he walked up behind you, hands around your waist as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

"only gonna take two to make you finish..."

as he processed the words, he looked at you, slightly surprised.

"what are you listening to?"

you giggled a bit at his shock.

"sabrina carpenter, why?"

he shook his head, helping you put on your necklace.

"nothing, i just didn't expect her to be so... vulgar."

you laughed, a little louder than you expected.

"oh, please. you listen to worse, baby."

"probably true."

you smirked at him.

"besides, you should relate to that line a little bit."

he stared at you, jaw having fallen open.

"what?"

you poked his side, turning back to do your mascara.

"it doesn't take too long to make you cum, honey."

he blushed furiously. your statement wasn't exactly untrue, but still.

"well, y-yeah, but it doesn't take two minutes!"

you grinned, turning back around.

"wanna bet?"

"baby, we have to leave in like fifteen minutes or so."

you smiled.

"no worries. i only need two minutes, remember?"

he was completely red, but nodded, a little unsurely but mostly confident.

less than thirty seconds later, you had pushed chris back, having him seated on the edge of the bathtub, pants pulled off of his legs. you were in between his knees, a hand around his cock, quickly stroking him to full hardness.

"start a timer for me, baby."

as soon as his finger pressed start, your lips were around his tip, creating a powerful suction that tinged just on the edge of too much. his hand laced into your hair immediately, a loud whine leaving his lips as your tongue dipped into his slit before tracing over it.

hollowing your cheeks, you took in more of him, tightening your hand around what you couldn't take in your mouth, stroking it. the dual stimulation caused his hand to pull on your hair, short moans leaving his lips.

"baby, fuck-"

you hummed around him, his hips immediately bucking into your mouth. you exhaled out through your nose, taking it without gagging. his thighs were twitching underneath the hand you had braced on him, a dead giveaway that he was more worked up than he wanted you to know.

you continued to work him, causing him to begin to whimper above you. you knew he was about to cum, and you braced yourself for it. he let out a broken whine, shoving your head down.

"s-shit, please- god!"

he came down your throat, his legs shaking around you as the high ran through his entire lower body. you sucked him through it, pulling off with a soft pop once he released your hair.

"stop that timer, sweetheart."

1:59.

you smiled, pride on your face. you didn't need to say anything else. chris knew you had won.

you stood up, grabbing a washcloth to wipe any residue off of chris before helping him pull his clothes back on. you moved back to the bathroom counter, brushing your teeth and finishing your makeup before kissing him, grabbing your phone.

"i think we should go, yeah?"

he nodded, still clearly shaken up.

"mhm. how late are we?"

you checked the time on your phone before replying.

"we're right on time."

he stuttered, surprise clear on his face.

"what? h-how? you did half of your makeup and everything. how are we on time?"

you laughed, leading him out of the bathrom.

"so what you're saying is, i can do a lot in fifteen minutes."

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Our Little Blessing In The End Of The War.

In this Tony and Nat doesn’t die in the end game. Just goes into a small week long coma. K/N means Kid Name.

You and Bucky been dating for a while, and you guys fell in love basically at first sight. You were already an Avenger member before, you tagged alone with Steve during the fight against Tony and others because of the Sovia Courts. You and Bucky fell in love instantly, since then you both been dating.

Current time, It was during the fight of Avengers Infinity War. You were beside Natasha helping her, as Bucky and Steve were near each other shooting guns. Suddenly things went quiet, some of the Avengers yelled for their friends. You and Nat looked at each other confused, you ran to go find Bucky. You ran seeing Steve, he was on one of his knees touching the ground.

“Steve?” Your voice shaking. “Where is- where is Bucky?”

Steve looked up, fear and sadness in his face. Then you realized, what he was touching is Bucky. You look around and see others fading away. Fear set in you now as well. You began to cry.

Weeks went by since that day, you felt depressed all the time, but unusually felt sick a lot especially in mornings. You googled your symptoms, realizing you might be pregnant. You quickly left heading to the store, coming home with a box of pregnancy tests. You took it, just waiting for the results. You felt afraid of what the test would say. After 3 minutes past, you looked a it seeing two pink lines. You took another one because you didn’t believe it, same results positive. You grabbed your phone, instantly calling Steve. Once he answered you asked him to come over it’s urgent. A knock comes at your door, you rush opening the door. You let him in, he left to go into the bathroom as he sat on your couch. You walked towards him with two pregnancy tests, you showed him them.

“Wait.. you’re.. pregnant?” Steve said, confusion in his voice,

You nod your head. “Yes.”

Your eyes glossed over as tears started to form. Steve stood up as he took the tests from your hand setting them down. Steve opened his arms giving you a hug. He rubbed your hand contorting you. You balled your eyes in his arms for almost an hour. Once you finally relaxed, Steve and you began to talk.

“It’s Bucky’s.” You said looking down at the tests. “The baby, it’s his.”

Steve already knew, it was obvious. “I know. I know it is.”

“Steve, what am I supposed to do but he is not here because of the blip I’m afraid.” You exclaimed.

Steve sighed. “Don’t be you know Nat and I will easily help you with this baby despite us not having kids we know a lot. I’ll gladly help you.”

You smiled out of relief. “I just feel-” Your words felt stuck in your throat. “Like I- I feel like I’m not gonna be a good mother.”

Steve rubbed your back. “No, No. I have faith in you. I know you’ll be a good mother.”

You smiled at Steve. “But another thing is, how am I supposed to literally tell my kid why their father isn’t here.”

“Time will tell I guess.” Steve responded.

Your first ultrasound came up, and you cried once you saw the baby for the first time. Nat went with you for this ultrasound because you felt awkward with Steve being there. You showed Steve the photos, he felt amazed when seeing them. You all joked around how the baby has Bucky’s forehead. As your pregnancy continued, you got more ultrasounds. You were about to pop almost. That’s what Nat described you, you laughed at it. It was a late night, your water broke. Lucky Nat was spending the night, she rushed you to the hospital. Steve eventually showing up after you gave birth. You were lying in the hospital bed, tears of joy as you held your baby. You had a baby girl, you smiled with joy. You let Nat and Steve hold her as well.

Eventually the time went by, the End Game came, they’ve been collecting stones for couples weeks. Eventually getting the stones all ready, you stayed with the baby at home. You just worried, Steve got your hopes on telling you they might be able to bring Bucky and everyone we all lost back. You hope so, your daughter is now 5 years old. She’s sitting playing with toys as you made dinner. You just couldn’t help to worry.

A knock at the door startled you.

“I’ll get it mommy!” Your daughter ran to the door. You followed behind her.

You both opened the door seeing Steve standing there. “Hi uncle Steve!”

“Hi K/N.” Steve replied.

You looked at him as he smiled brightly. Bucky walked up behind Steve. Steve went inside as well Bucky did. You hugged Bucky tightly. Crying in his arms. Eventually one time, Steve did tell your daughter where her daddy went, who he was. All he claimed was he was kidnapped that’s it. Bucky looked at K/N and smiled.

“Daddy?” She turned her head looking at Bucky.

“Yes- it’s me.” Bucky had tears already in his eyes but now even more from seeing his daughter.

She ran hugging Bucky as he hugged her back. From that day, Bucky always made sure he was there. It was a dream come true you thought, your boyfriend and your guys kid. You both got married shortly after, having your daughter as the flower girl because she begged to be a flower girl anyways. Nat was your brides maid, Steve was the groomsmen.

Thank you for reading. I know it’s not the best but I hope you enjoy!!

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My Little Flower (Part 3)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader Warning: mention of injury, angsty, Bucky being a little dummy. Summary: You retired from being an avenger and decided to live next to Sam's sister and her boys, but you got roped back in when the world was in trouble. Word Count: 1,219 My Little Flower - Part 2

The mission was a blur, you don't remember any of it. All you know is that Bucky was injured, and you were not happy about it. Sam said all Bucky wanted was you. You stood in the doorway of the room Bucky was laying in, you wanted nothing more than to take care of him, but how would that look to everyone else?

"You gonna stand there all day, doll?" Bucky leaned on his elbows looking up at you.

"How are you feeling?" You walked in and sat on the edge of the bed

He adjusted himself, turning over to face you. "Nothing like a shot to the shoulder to get your motor running. Y'know."

"I can't help but feel like this is my fault." You looked down at your hands, fumbling with your fingers.

Bucky sat up, wincing slightly, "Hey, look at me." He placed his finger under your chin and turned your head towards him. "It is not your fault, not even a little bit."

You and Bucky stared at each other for a bit, inching closer and closer to each other. Suddenly, the door opened, and the two of you jumped back, looking over at who walked in the door. It was Sam and Joaquin, you slid away from Bucky, trying your best to keep your distance.

"Hey, can we talk to Bucky in private?" Joaquin spoke, looking at you with pleading eyes.

You nodded and walked out of the room. You went into the kitchen to get Bucky some water and something to eat. You were starting to fall for Bucky, there was just something about him that made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

You finished up his sandwich and started to walk back upstairs. The door was slightly open, and you heard them talking. You weren't one to eavesdrop, but you heard your name and couldn't help but listen in.

"You and Y/N are getting pretty cozy." Sam chirped, patting Bucky's shoulder.

Bucky chuckled and shook his head. "We're just friends, that's all."

"Aren't you two going on a date?" Joaquin spoke after a minute of silence

"I mean, yeah, but it's nothing." Bucky sat up against the headboard. "Just a friendly dinner."

"Buck, I've never seen you so happy before. Are you sure it's just a friendly dinner?" Sam leaned his elbows on his knees, staring at Bucky

"Yeah, I mean, she's a great girl, but I don't want to lead her on or anything." Bucky looked over at the door, he realized you heard every word. He mentally smacked himself

You honestly heard enough, you placed the tray on the floor and walked back down the stairs. You went down to the dock and sat down, you leaned your arm on the side, your head on your arm, staring out at the water.

You felt as though you were stupid for thinking Bucky could actually like you, he says he doesn't want to lead you on yet that's exactly what he was doing. One minute he's super sweet, acts like you're the best thing to ever happen to him, then the next he's claiming you're just a friend and the tone of his voice is pure disgust.

You heard footsteps getting closer to you on the dock, you didn't recognize them, soon they stopped right next to you. You looked over and saw Karli. You sighed and rolled your eyes, looking back at the water.

"Come to burn down my house like you burned down my shop?" your voice laced with annoyance

She chuckled and sat down beside you. "No, I want to offer you a deal."

You looked over at her and raised an eyebrow.

"I will have your shop rebuilt." You perked up a bit "If, you help me get Sam off my back."

Your shoulders slumped, and you went back to resting your head on your arm.

"Honestly, Karli." You took a deep breath. "I give up, I have nothing left. So, if you want to hurt me, kill me, burn my house down, do it. I'm done."

She let out a sigh, "Y/N, I'm not going to hurt or kill you. I just want you guys off my back. Let me finish what I started."

"I'm off your back, I told you, I'm done. Do whatever you want, but I'm not going to be able to convince those three to stop, so you're going to have to find another way to get them off your back."

"Karli! Get away from her." Bucky shouted as he walked up to the both of you, with Sam and Joaquin right behind him.

"Cute, how he pretends to care about me." You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Bucky stopped in his tracks and looked over at you

You stood up and marched over to him. "I heard you, I heard everything you said to Joaquin and Sam. You've been talking a lot about me behind my back, and it's always you saying we're just friends or that I'm not your type."

You took a step back to regain the space between you two. You sighed and looked over at Sam and Joaquin, then back at Bucky.

"Don't pretend to care about me now." You laughed coldly and looked back at Karli. "Do what you need to do, I don't care." You walked back to your house and into your room.

Karli stood up and faced them. "Well, boys, this has been fun. See ya around." She smirked and walked away.

"You're just going to let her walk away?" Sam looked over at Bucky

"Why would I go after Karli?" Bucky raised an eyebrow

"I'm not talking about Karli, I'm talking about Y/N." Sam stepped toward Bucky

Bucky sighed and looked at the house, then back at Sam.

"I doubt she wants to talk to me." He rubbed the back of his neck and looked up at Sam

"I don't care, go fix it." Sam and Joaquin walked over to Sarah's that way Bucky could talk to you.

Bucky was now in front of your bedroom door. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. He heard shuffling on the other side of the door, and before he knew it, you swung the door open. You glared up at him and crossed your arms over your chest.

"What?" You snapped, Bucky flinched a bit, but kept his composure.

"I'm really sorry, there's no excuse for what I said. Honestly, it's been so long since I've fallen for someone, I don't want to fall too fast." He exhaled deeply, he held out his hands for you. You hesitantly placed your hands over his.

"I am madly in love with you, I have never in my life felt like this before. I don't want to mess this up, please say you forgive me." He gave your hands a little squeeze.

You sighed and shook your head. "I need some time, please."

Bucky nodded and brought your hands to his lips, softly kissing them. He gently let your hands fall and walked away without a second glance. You leaned against the doorframe and watched him walk down the stairs.

Bucky was on a mission to make it up to you, and he knew exactly what to do.

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Now playing || The Other Woman by Lana Del Rey

Heimweh (2)

Large hands roamed her body as they settled on her hips gently pushing them into the hands owners. She whimpered slightly as she let her hands sink into his hair. The neatly styled back locks now a mess for her to enjoy. His kiss grew harsher bitting at her lower lip. She moaned at the forced contact as his plump pleasure traveled down her neck catching her sweet spot. Grinding her feminine hips back into his he clutched her waist tightly.

“Save that for later baby” his voice rasped into her collarbone. As he finnaly pulled away to gaze at his masterpiece his eyes falling onto her heaving chest and swollen lips. The deep chuckle reaching her stomach making her desperate for more as she lay her arms around his neck once again pleading for contact with his lips again.

“ Let’s eat darling I’m famished” he mumbled pecking her softly. She had been in Berlin for the duration of 3 months. 3 months in which she had complete changed the fatefulness she called life. Arriving at the stuffed airport the summer sun had stung against her sunscreen less skin. The scholarship had promised accommodation and tuition yet how she actually survived was her lone mission.

The city was big Berlin was big buses trams in colourful advertisements drove past her. Her heart filled with nothing but excitement. After harassing a younger woman to help her get to her accommodation the tram ride was peaceful. Berlin was apparently full of underground trains something uncommon and new to her. So she took one a long trip of about 30 minutes took her past monuments and ever so slightly a pint of daylight before disappearing in the depths of underground’s again.

Her apartment was no different to hers back home. The big building blocks reminded her of the russian brutalism she had experienced on her school trip to Moskau after choosing Russian as her second language.

The apartment overall was quite pretty she confessed it had large studio windows and in the distance the city of Berlin showed the gorgeously gruesome colours. The preordered mattress stood outside the door. Overall the naked space lacked in furniture something she would have to devote her mind to.

On her first day there she had found out the large amount of students which lived in her block. A girl had knocked on her door during the nights interrupting her previous staring at the wall time. The blond bombshell could only be at least 20 and had introduced herself as Lisa a German media student who lived next door. The invitation of going out to a club had seemed tempting yet the thought of her make shift bed overruled the thought of a sweaty drink packed atmosphere. Lisa a woman who apparently had never heard the word no simply frowned before promising her return tomorrow night and had yelled the words you better be ready before disappearing behind the elevator doors.

The first night had been peaceful. The stillness something she was used to and only in the morning when the dawn had tickled her cheeks the fact that she was alone had settled in.

With a move came the load of paperwork. The tall towering building displaying large words of confusion caught up with her as she pushed the pull door. She had a meeting with the bank. Quite frankly she wasn’t sure what exactly she had to do.

It wasn’t even two steps in when she ran into someone. Her accented English immediately catching the man of guard. His questioning look only raised when she asked him on forms and fillings eyes wide and smile forced. The man only mused her, young at least 20 years younger his eyes flew over her attire the simple jeans and well fitted blouse showing faux professionalism. He stopped her nervous rambling introducing himself to the poor foreigner. Arthur he had mustered sticking his hand out before leading her to his office.

The papers had been easy and she knew it would not kill her to admit that she and Arthur got along just fine. He owned parts of the company apparently the bank a certain branch. He looked the part she had figured he did at least something remotely important. From the styled hair to good looking blue suit and disgustingly polished shoes she reminded her of the people she saw on TV when she was younger.

Arthur was kind snd funny. He wasn’t German either his American accent a clear indicator. When he had asked her for coffee and they had ended talking the bare facts like his age which was 38 or his favourite colour a painful fact since it was grey, had stuck. She would even go as far as considering him her first friend in Berlin.

Even though they barely knew each other for two hours she was still the person who had asked him to accompany her to IKEA. And he was the one who accepted. The endless maze formed a comforting bubble as they both walked soft conversation with the ever so often judge of a sofa filled their space.

Him inviting her to his flat was purely out of coincidence. Both of them haven’t eaten and Arthur had offered to make food.

So that’s exactly how she had ended up being perched on the bar like counter top Simon standing between her legs as his lips hungrily locked with hers. Her soft whimpers fuelling him to coaxing more of those sounds out of her. The dinner was long forgotten and it stayed that way when they made their way to Simon simple bedroom. No surprise to find the interior grey. Her jeans has ended up next to his shirt in the floor and the clothes stayed there till morning.

The morning where Arthurs guilt about taking such a younger woman ate him alive. Yet she seemed carefree. Her second night in Berlin spent in the bed of a stranger where she even she failed to admit that this certainly was a first for her exactly like the different kind of first he had taken from her last night.

Yet Arthur didn’t let his slight regret show when he drove her home and gave her his phone number urging her to call him is something happened.

And so she did. The loneliness of her apartment had caught up with her. Her classes had just started leaving her academic value faltering. So she had found herself back at his door step on the third night and then the fourth.

Almost 2 weeks had passed when she lay in his bed Arthur himself seated at the far end of the bed his head resting against the wall in the dying sun. He was reading something she had found out he did a lot. Because Arthur was smart. In her eyes the smartest man she had ever met. Arthur overall was a lot of things he was gentle cared for her with such ease she shut her brain off whenever she was with him. He felt a sense of responsibility for the maturing woman and she felt safe around him.

Plus she really loved his bed. He had helped build a couple of things back at her apartment yet nothing compared to the sleek flat dipped in luxury.

An exaggerated sigh left her lips the 17th one in a span of 5 minutes. As Arthur finally raised his eyes at the sheepish girl she simply grinned. She didn’t understand the page she had been reading since the last 20 what felt like hours. With a defeated groan Arthur lay the book back on the side table as he opened his arms reckoning for her to join him. She did so with no hesitation as she settled against his large chest. “What’s the problem baby” came his deep grumble. It was his thing. Calling her baby . She adored it. The nickname holding a cherish ring to it.

His tired eyes flew over the pages as he gently nodded before explaining her the mechanism. He was a great teacher she had to admit. He took his time and patience to explain her things and never really made her feel stupider than already. Arthur was great. The void of nothingness their relationship was floating in was fine for her.

Arthur was leaving in a few days which she was aware of. Berlin wasn’t his Home and she knew that. Getting attached was the last thing she needed. The bond they shared was special and when she had dropped him of his arms a straining weight on her waist as he explained her to not hesitate to call him even in London she knew that bond probably wouldn’t break.

Going back to her apartment hadn’t felt as welcoming as her thoughts had let her see it. The not even made bed held a certain coldness to it despite the high summer temperatures. The furniture looked scattered like it didn’t belong. So she did what any sane person would do.

Her summer dress got caught for the 6th time in the same loose screw of the sofa she was trying to turn. She let out an ugly cry as she felt the softened fabric rip the pretty flower pattern tearing. The knock at her door led her out of her little meltdown.

So far the studio looked at least a bit different. The bed not even standing in the same corner of the apartment everything was moved. It was her way of productivity the rotting questioneer in her bag a weighted block of stress. The door opened with a jolt hitting the discarded shelf the grey colour chipping. Indeed the bombshells face came into view. The clear fake tan and puckered up lips pulling into a large smile.

“What the hell are you doing” came an exhausted laugh. She simply opened up the door Lisa taking it as an invite her long legs carrying her into the apartment. “Need help” came Lisa’s voice her question an unanswered surprise.

They ended up finishing the studio barely recognisable anymore. In exchange she would be joining Lisa at the club. And so she found herself in an itching tight dress the red solution poured onto her every curve. The heels added height and she fought back to shove them away while Lisa battled her hair.

A groaning long car ride later they found themselves in one of the stickies clubs she had yet to witness. Lisa had yelled the lines of enjoy yourself before pouring herself toward her friends someone she maybe had originally been here to see.

She had never been a big drinker. Her first drink haven been taken with Arthur in his bed when he had opened a bottle of wine and she had falsely pretended to know the taste only to cough it up later. He once again had been taken aback from her innocence but had laughed it out when she miserably failed again.

Yet now 5 drinks later she was swaying her hips with the deafening sound of bass the ickling techno music a pain it her ears. Lisa was behind her holding her waist as she laughed incoherent things into her ear.

Long ago Lisa had claimed a Man had taken interest in her friend and said man now stood in front of her questioning her presence. Lisa knew Berlin this exact situation a norm for her since the age of 16. So she left her phone number with the young woman sending her a wink before disappearing. The man revealed himself as Luke. It wasn’t his real name she would later find out but right now she quite frankly didn’t care.

With eyes of clearest blue and blond hair he looked like the definition of a German good boy. yet the young technology student found himself entranced by the woman in-front of him. Over the night his arms slowly found their way onto her hips her hand behind his neck and in the end the tight dress and worn out heals relieved themselves onto her bedroom floor listening to her sweet screams of pleasure.

It took a while to get used to the new system here . Cultural differences had eaten her alive and Lisa had been a great help. The friend was the textbook definition of a party girl yet she was quick to realise that Lisa also had other sides. Helping her with school grocery shopping adapting to the new train system Lisa had grown to be her closest friend here. They went out a lot. Clubs concerts sickening events yet she never let it falter. It was part of her process. Changing swiftly into a new person. She took all the greeting she could to expand her social life.

Yet she still felt lonely. Two months in she then realised she did actually have a family. Suddenly missing her mothers rare cooking or her brothers disgusting tardiness. It had been a hard evening. School had taken a toll on her university life not being like how the movies so clearly displayed the act of freedom. She had wandered down. Convenience stores which still held opening of her late night craving being her saviour.

Her phone like the last twenty minutes held open her mother’s number. Her thumb hovering over the call button. The flashing of the broken bulb illuminates her teary eyes as she pushes open the heavy glass door. Grabbing a restless sandwich she piles it near the cashier her broken German offering the pay in cash. She was still jobless the small amount of money she made from a tutoring job wasn’t enough looking into waitressing a new question in her mind.

Outside the store cool autumn wind hits her as her phone rings the loud tone screeching in the deadly silent night. The name luke flashes across the screen as her eyes narrow threatening to roll. Luke who apparently was the exact opposite of a German good boy was her current situation. They didn’t date nor were they friends yet occasionally he called his tired voice filling her ears as he claimed he needed her badly right now. The first few times she indulged in this episode feeling appreciated that someone would need her so badly that it stuck to their voice. But soon she noticed she was simply a fix. The disgusting feeling of being used after each time left her with the enough regret to throw up. Luke wasn’t even what she would consider nice. He came and left then only barely 5 minutes later. Her fix unasked for as she lay dirtied by his mess on her bed.

Her eyes still glared at the flashing name as it slowly disappeared showing once again the contact of her mother. Taking a deep breath the sandwich a forgotten obstacle she sat on the dying sidewalk. The rough cobble stones bit her skin her fingers dancing across the screen as she called her mother. Yet as soon as her mother picked up she regretted it. Her mother cursed screamed at her that it had been two months that her disgusting daughter left her here alone while she lived her ever glorious life in Berlin.

Five minutes was enough when the hang up button seemed oddly tempting the tears pressing against her eyes blurred her sight. Distracting herself she untangled the broken earphones playing loud music to drown out her depressing thoughts. The plastic wrap from her sandwich seemed to bother her as she ripped it ungently from its contents. Her mother’s word reapplying in her mind as the high pitched voice of Beyoncé filled her ears the now she realised tomato sandwich leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. But then the tears fell. If she hadn’t noticed the pain running down her cheeks she would have thought it was raining.

She hadn’t cried in a while yet the embraced the familiar feeling of sadness. The ever pressing water a silent relief for her situation. As she choked up more tears the mascara she had placed so carefully on her lashes in the morning leaving black streaks across her face she for the first time in a while felt lost. Guilt and regret tugged at her sleeve as life cooed her to give up and leave that independence wasn’t in her future cards. She didn’t want to be alone. Lisa wasn’t the helping hand she wanted to reach out to. She really was alone.

Arthur opened the door. The unironic banging on his apartment at 2 am was enough to wake him out of the little slumber he wished to catch. Yet the biggest surprise of the night was yet to come as he ripped open the wood ready to yell curse out the person who dared to pry into his life at this horrid time. There she stood. The woman who had infiltrated his life 2 months ago. While he knew not every single thought was devoted to her he would be lying if he would say that he hadn’t often wondered where she was.

Apparently this was the universes sick way of giving him an answer. He simply started at her dishevel form the fading hoodie matching her paling face sickening black streaks mixed with her puffy eyes and cheeks tinted a soft pink. Her soft sob came to his ears and broke a tiny bit off his heart. The young woman looked destroyed.

A deep sigh left the man he himself not in a presenting matter. The simple sweatpants and shirtless chest focusing her eyes on his bed mused hair she blinked back rapid tears appearing as Arthur glanced at her in a concerned matter. Like he actually cared. He didn’t say a word opening his arms gently pulling her into the haven of his flat. She let herself fall toward him her arms wrapping around his torso as he lay his head on top of hers his lips placing reassuring kisses into her hair his hand tracing her back.

As the tears fell the weight lifted from her chest. She didn’t know what she was thinking when she took the tram to his place. Also not what she was thinking when she nearly broke his door in the process. Yet as she stood in his arms his warm form comforting her something she hadn’t felt in a while she knew she had made the right decision. He had tugged her toward his bedroom wrapping at her clothes giving her fresh clean ones that smelled familiar of him.

When he urged her to lie down he took her into his strong arms. Not letting the broken woman go. They hadn’t spoken. Arthur had decided there was time for this later. Tomorrow. His mind already realing to the meeting he had to attend or cancel.

Morning came quick waking up her head a throbbing mess along with the bundled sheets next to her. Memories of the night before come flushing in as she glanced around the otherwise empty room. Growing steam emerged from a room following a fully dressed Arthur. He looked exactly as she remembered him. Tall Crisp white shirt and stern look on his face. His eyes softened ever so slightly as he took in the young woman lying on his bed.

He reached over to the plush seating leaning onto her he placed a soft kiss on her forehead“I’m sorry baby I’ve got an important meeting but incase you need me call me alright darling“ he rasped. She nodded merely the thought of a warm shower crowding her mind.

She wanted to leave. The desire too ignore the previous night and simply flee was strong. She knew Arthur would talk about it. He was the type to do so. Yet she didn’t know if she was ready to confront the issue. To accept that even though she constantly told herself she didn’t feel the hurt her family causes her she did indeed.

Getting dressed had been a struggle as she tugged on her faded hoodie no appropriate clothing for the raging heat outside of the pale glass. A plan in mind to apologise to Arthur and ask him politely to forget the night , she took the train to the familiar busking of concrete he called his work.

Walking in she felt out of place in the sea of grey suits and pencils skirts ash she approached Arthur’s secretary. A woman she now learned was Amelia. Her kind withered face smiled at her before she took a step closer asking for the whereabouts of Arthur. The woman’s smile broadened “ Oh he’s with his wife dear right now but give them five minutes he doesn’t have any meeting right now so go asked and see him”.

Her brain short circuited for a moment. Her face drained of colour as she stared at the woman. Wife. Arthur had a Wife. The word repeated in her head as she was ready to walk away bury this awful information away.

Just then the door opened as he in all his glory stepped out ,arm wrapped around a beautiful woman’s waist. She smiled softly at him giving him a peck on the cheek as she moved closer to Amelia’s desk.

The woman was gorgeous almost ethereal. With a simple blouse over a pretty skirt she looked the part of perfect wife. The bold diamond glimmering on her finger as her heels clicked against the marble floors.

Arthur followed her swiftly before his gaze caught on her. His eyes widening slightly as he took her shocked face in. The moment didn’t last long as she got her consciousness back. Turning on her heal and leaving. She couldn’t do this. Not right now.

Even though it broke her to admit it she had really liked Arthur. Well as much as an 18 year old could like a man. Yet she felt used disgusted at the things she had shared with him pained about the situation she was in but most of all shame. Shame for being the other woman shame for being naive and shame for trusting blindly.

Maybe her mother was right maybe she wasn’t ready for this maybe she was too young to naive to stupid to really live her life.

Picking at her skins she walked down the darkening streets stoping at a sign which seems all too familiar. It was a bar one of the places Lisa had introduced her too.

Pushing the door she heard the tell tale sign of the bell above the door ringing as she took a seat close to the bartender. Him immediately turning to her ignoring the slight tears drumming at her eyes and the sad demeanour.

“You look like you could use something sweet” he smiled slightly at her while she simply nodded. He placed the colourful drink in-front of her adorning the orange peel with a pink umbrella. Slowly taking a sip she quickly drowned the drink immediately flagging the bartender down for another.

She did not know how long she had sat there yet the hours seemed to be ticking by like seconds as the pile empty cups slowly grew next to her. She hiccuped slightly as she reached over to wrap her lips around the straw again , her eyes catching on movement beside her.

As her gaze flicked to the heavy arm placed beside her she got lost in the dark swirls of his tattoo. Staring intently she was drawn out of her daze by his gruff tone. “You gonna stare all night sweet’art or you gonna piss off to somewhere else?

[mkm543]

Summary: You needed extra driving practice, so you asked your childhood friend Matt if he could teach you not expecting the outcome after.

Driving Lessons

It was about time you got your license, but you needed practice of course. You didn’t really have anyone to help you, your mom doesn’t know how to drive, your dad is always busy at work and you don’t have any older siblings. 

So you decided to ask a childhood friend of yours, Matt Sturniolo. You’ve always had a small crush on him but you never knew if he did as well so you never told him anything. You asked him for some driving lessons this Saturday which he agreed to immediately. No one will ever know but you jumped with excitement at his confirmation. 

The day came, Saturday 3:00 pm, Matt was gonna give you some lessons. He picked you up at your house and drove off to an empty parking lot. On the way there you were expressing to him how excited yet nervous you were to finally be able to drive. He then responded with, “Yeah I know, you get to have so much freedom. Like when I finally got mine, I was able to literally go wherever the fuck I wanted but then I became an uber driver to Nick and Chris.” 

That last part made you laugh because you knew how much his brothers made him drive them everywhere. Matt arrived at the empty parking lot and put the car in park when he turned to you, “You ready?” in such a sweet tone it made your heart melt. With a grin on your face you responded, “Yes.” 

Matt got out of the car and switched places with you. You got into the driver's seat and immediately adjusted the seat to your height, considering Matt was quite taller than you. He got into the passenger seat and giggled a bit seeing you having to change the seat while putting on his seat belt. 

“Alright, so you know where the brakes and gas pedals are right?” He asked in a soft tone which you said yes to while showing him where they were. “Okay good, where are the blinkers?” you turned them both on, left and right. 

“Good now check the mirrors, make sure you’re able to see on the sides of the car and here-” he pointed at the rearview mirror. “Make sure you’re able to see through the back window.” You did as he said and checked the mirrors. You were adjusting the rear view mirror when he gently grabbed your wrist that was by the mirror and said, “Now sweetheart, make sure your head is facing towards the road before you do that so you know how it’s going to look when you are driving.” 

“Ohh smart” you responded while doing just that. He then went on making sure you knew where certain things were and what they did. “Alrighty, you’re all set” he stated. You put your foot on the brake to switch the gear to drive when he noticed something and stopped you, “Hey missy you’re missing something-” he said while putting his hand on the gear on top of yours. 

Your heart started to flutter and your cheeks turned a light shade of red from the physical contact between the two of you. You looked at him all confused when he then pointed at your upper body, “Where’s your seatbelt sweetheart?” You got embarrassed instinctively, how did you forget the most important step of driving? Probably because you were busy thinking of the handsome boy beside you. 

“Oh my god, how the fuck did I forget that?” you said laughing at yourself while putting it on. “It’s okay, you’re still learning just don’t forget next time okay?” he calmly stated while looking you in the eye making your heart race. 

“Let’s try this again” he takes his hand off yours so you can start driving. You put your foot on the brake to shift the gear to drive. “Now, don’t hit the gas just yet, only when I tell you alright sweetheart?” you nodded. “Take your foot off the brake and go straight and stop by that tree” he signaled a tree that was about 15 feet ahead. 

“Yes sir” you said back in a joking manner causing a giggle from him. You took your foot off the brake and went forward just like he told you to. “Good, you’re doing very well Y/N, press the gas a little bit” he praised you. 

You got to the tree and pressed on the brake to stop the car smoothly. “Very good. Now you’re going to keep going until you get to that stop sign and you’re going to turn left for me okay?” You nodded in return doing as you’re told. 

You were getting close to the stop sign when Matt said, “Now when you get to a stop sign, you’re going to make a complete stop for at least 3 seconds and look both ways to make sure there aren’t any cars coming.” 

You got to the stop sign, made a complete stop, turned your blinker on and looked both ways. You made sure there weren't any cars coming and then you turned to the left. A small smile started to appear on Matt’s face, he was very proud. “Very good Y/N. Now you’re going to do the same over there but turn right this time.”

“Okay” you said in a happy tone, knowing you were impressing Matt with your driving skills. After, he kept telling you to do the same things for a while so you could get the hang of it. You didn’t really notice but he kept giving you a few glances here and there with a grin on his face.

“Alright sweetheart, put the car in park for me” you did just that. “Now, you’re going to reverse okay. What you’re going to do is put your left hand at the top of the steering wheel and make sure it’s straight.” he said while putting his index and middle finger on top of the wheel, you put your left hand there and gave him your full attention. 

“You’re going to put all your weight onto your right thigh while putting your right arm across the back of my seat to look out the back window okay?” he stated while putting your right arm behind the passenger seat. 

“When you reverse, you’re going to want to look at the back window and the side mirror as well, can you do that for me?” “Yes I can sir” he smiled at the name you just called him, blushing a little. “Also, when you are going to reverse, make sure you get into the position before you take your foot off the brake okay?” you nodded back, he then gave you green light to reverse the car. 

You put the car in reverse, got into the position and then took your foot off the break. Matt was watching you carefully, making sure you’re doing it correctly while also checking you out a little. You did just like he said, looking through the back window and side mirrors. 

“Good girl-” he said barely above a whisper, thinking you didn’t hear him but you did. Your stomach immediately got filled with butterflies, your cheeks got red, but you still tried your best to concentrate. 

After about 30 seconds, Matt told you to stop. You hit the brake and went back to normal position. “Put the car in park for me sweetheart” he calmly demanded. “Now you’re going to park right there okay?” he said while signaling where exactly he wanted you to park. 

You realized that there’s a car parked right beside the space Matt wanted you to be in. You got nervous, what if you accidentally hit the car? He could tell you tensed up, so he gently started rubbing your shoulder to help you calm down. 

“Hey Y/N, it’s okay. You've been doing very good so far.” he comforted you. “How ‘bout this, instead park next to the one I just said where there’s no cars.” He looked at you with his ocean eyes that always made your heart drop to the ground, especially with the way he’s looking and talking to you.

You turned to meet his gaze and you nodded. The two of you stared for a while causing some tension before Matt pulled away and directed you to park in the empty space. You put the car in drive and started to turn the car into the parking spot Matt assigned you. 

“Sweetheart, make sure you’re not stepping on the white lines when you go in. If you are, you reverse and align yourself properly okay?” he sweetly stated to you. “Yes sir-” Matt couldn’t hide the fact that he liked being called that by you. Everytime you said it to him, it made him blush, butterflies would fill in his stomach, and he would start to feel restricted in a certain area. 

You did as you’re told, you went in the spot slowly. Matt then told you to check if you were inside the white lines which you did by opening the door. You realized you were, just a little though. “Oops-” you said while closing the door. “Don’t worry about it, reverse and fix it. Also make sure there aren't any cars coming.” 

You put the car in reverse, got into the position and took your foot off the brake. You didn’t notice but the top part of your camisole shirt was starting to drag down, revealing your cleavage a little. Matt noticed it of course, I mean it was basically right by his face due to the position you were in. 

He couldn’t help himself and look but tried to be as respectful as possible, he didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable. After reversing, you went ahead and aligned the car in between the white lines on the ground. You put the car in park and turned to the boy beside you, “So Mr. Sturniolo, how did I do?” you asked jokingly even though you really hoped you did well.

He looked at you, “Honestly Y/N, you did so well, I’m honestly surprised. Not that I thought you’d be bad, but from what you told me you haven't practiced that much. Very very good, I'm impressed-” he replied with a grin on his face, applauding you. 

You blushed so hard you’d swear they looked like a tomato, you were so happy Matt was not only proud but impressed. You then jokingly tossed your hair around and said, “Thank you, thank you. I know, I know I’m the best-” you both bursted out laughing. 

“Hey, how about I reward you for being such a good listener and student tonight? Wanna go get dinner?” Matt asked you in a flirtatious yet subtle manner, indicating he was serious. You were flabbergasted at the fact that he just asked you out, of course you’re not going to let this opportunity down. 

“Oh my god yes I’d love to!” you tried so hard to hide the humongous smile on your face but Matt saw right through it, seeing how happy you were at his question. “Alright, let me take you home first.” You both switched seats, you were now in the passenger seat and he was in the driver's seat. 

He took you home and before you opened the door to leave he gently grabbed your thigh and said, “I’ll pick you up around 7:30, wear something nice okay? It’s going to be a surprise-” he winked at you. The physical contact alone made you feel like you were in the clouds making the statement that just came out of his mouth causing you to be in heaven. 

You looked at him and responded with, “Okay I will” in a tone that let Matt know how excited you were. He smiled back as you got out of the car and basically sprinted to your house. Matt made sure you got inside before he drove off. 

You ran to your room and rummaged through your closet to find something to wear tonight. You came across your black skims dress that highlighted your curves so well, “perfect.”

You got all dolled up and it was time for Matt to pick you up. You got a notification and saw Matt texted you that he was outside. You jumped for joy, you are actually going on a date with your childhood crush. 

You went downstairs, opened the door and saw his car parked right at the end of your driveway. He saw you walk towards him and he was mesmerized; you looked stunning! The most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. 

You got in the car, Matt couldn’t keep his eyes off you. “What?” you asked with a smile on your face while blushing a little. “You’re so beautiful Y/N” he went to reach for your hand and kissed the top of it. 

Butterflies were racing around in a messy figure 8 in your stomach. You couldn’t believe what was happening, it all felt like a dream. Matt drove off to the surprise spot he wanted to take you. 

The whole time you two were cracking jokes, flirting here and there, having a good time. It was so good you didn’t want it to end. As you guys were leaving, Matt gently placed his hand on your lower back, leading you the way to the car. 

He opened the door for you while holding your hand. On his way around the car, he was thinking a million things he wanted to do with you, licking his lips and letting his imagination go wild. Matt got in the driver’s seat, he still couldn’t keep his eyes off you. 

You eventually noticed the way he was looking at you with a mesmerized yet hungry look on his face. You jokingly said, “What you wanna fuck me?” while giggling. Matt looked at you with desperation in his eyes, “Yes please-” 

You couldn't believe what you just heard, your eyes widened so much you felt like they were about to pop out of your head. You didn’t expect him to actually say yes, but who are you to stop him? 

You gave him a look which indicated everything he needed to know. The two of you got in the back seat, let’s just say things got steamy.

xoxo - m.e

[rottenbologna]

Passenger Princess

Pairings ♤ Patri Guijarro x reader

Genre ♤ fluff

Warnings ♤ none

“Mi amor por favor can you calm down and tell me what happened.” You had fearfully called your girlfriend at 6 in the morning rapidly ranting in your heavy Liverpool accent. It was way too early for your girlfriend's liking to try and understand your quick fire English.

You took a deep breath through your tears before explaining to your girlfriend that your car had broken down on a random corner of the road as you took an early commute to training that day.

“Can you pick me up please babe.”

“Sit tight carino, I'm on my way.”

You let out a sigh of relief after sending patri your exact location. Then looking at your car that had let out a pitiful sneak as it smoked from the engine and the unmistakable scent of something being burnt filled the air. You'd barely made it off the road before it died on you completely.

Patri picked you up just in time to watch your car being towed off to a nearby shop. During the ride patri noticed the way your leg bounced and the way you picked at your cuticles a clear sign that you were nervous and overthinking.

“Amor? You ok?” Your girlfriend questioned the worry clear across her face.

“I'm fine..it’s just I really didn't budget for my car breaking down. Getting it fixed and taking an Uber to and from practice everyday is gonna put a dent in my savings.” You sighed rubbing your temples in frustration completely missing the look of offense on patri's face.

“Uber? Amor, I'm not letting you take an Uber when I can drive you.” Patri stated firmly to which you looked at her in surprise. The both of you had only been together for about 3 months and you couldn't help but feel like it was a short time to ask patri for much even if it meant picking you up from your apartment that was 10 minutes away from hers and dropping you off to the very place she worked also.

“Darling, your apartment is 10 minutes away from mine. I'm pretty sure you would wanna sacrifice your extra minutes of sleep just to pick me up.”

“Then you're not sure of much at all Amor,because waking up early so I know you get to and from training safely everyday is the least of the things i'd do for you.

You couldn't help but blush at the softness in her voice and the gentle way she grabbed your hand over the console to make sure you felt how genuine she was being so you couldn't help but agree.

With that patri made extra effort to wake up earlier than necessary to make sure you had your coffee in the morning. She'd pick you up, handing over the warm cup then handing over her phone so you could play the music you like which she always made fun of you for but would still tap her finger on the steering wheel to the beat of each song.

In the evenings she'd sometimes make detours for snacks or late fast food runs. After long practices she even started leaving an extra sweater and water bottle in front for when you get into what she called your seat a space she always took pride in getting ready for you. Your girlfriend even went as far as to banish pina to the backseat just to reserve your space.

Patri lived for the bubble of intimacy those rides created but sadly all bubbles must burst and that's exactly what happened when she picked you up in the morning.

“Good morning darling, guess what?” You beamed sliding into the passenger seat of your girlfriend's car.

“You’re ready to admit I'm the better midfielder?” Patri grinned innocently.

You rolled your eyes and swat her arm playfully “ok first of all.false information. Second, my car is ready.”

“What?” she blinked.

“The mechanic called this morning. He said I can pick my car up today. Isn't it great you get your freedom back.” You smirked playfully.Patri's smile flattened completely before she put the car in drive.

“You ok darling?”

Yeah..yeah! I'm ok. She smashed the breaks harder than necessary. “You won't need me to drive you anymore.” her tone was light but you still felt like something was off so you took a good look at her. Her jaw was tight and she gripped her steering wheel like it had personally offended her.

“Patri are you sure you're ok?”

“I'm fine amor.”

She didn't say anything to you for the rest of the ride or even at training for that matter. She went through the day in a huff and a permanent pout on her lips. You'd coo at how cute she looked if you weren't so worried about what you could have said to cause your girlfriend's childish outburst.

You'd had enough of it by the time training ended and she'd barely said two words to you. You cornered her in the locker room when everyone else cleared out.

“Ok darling, you wanna tell why you're acting like this since I told you about my car being fixed?”

She frowned at the ceiling.

“It’s dumb.”

“I don't care. Tell me”

Patri avoided your eyes before sighing in defeat once she realized you weren't gonna let it go. “I guess I got so used to driving you around..I mean I love doing it and I guess I just didn't want you to get your car back.”

“So you threw a tantrum just cause you won't have to drive me around anymore?” You asked amused.

“See, I told you it was dumb.” Patri kissed her teeth and tried to pull away from you but you quickly wrapped your arms around her neck before jumping and securing your legs around her waist.

“It's not dumb I think it's cute that you're pouting like a petulant child just cause you can't drive me around.”

Your girlfriend scoffed, “I'm not pouting.”

“Darling you have your hoodie on with the hood up in 100° weather and I'm pretty sure I heard Taylor swift blasting through your earbuds during the tapes session.” you tensed tugging on her hoodie lightly. “Typical pout mode”

Patri smacked your hand away lightly before rolling her eyes in faux annoyance. “ shut up”

“ But darling who said I was gonna stop riding with you.” you tilted your head slightly.

“You, getting your car back?”

“So? I kinda like being your passenger princess”

“Really” your girlfriend lights up like she just won the league.

You shrug, burying your head in her shoulders, blushing lightly.

“You can ride with me forever if you want.” Patri murmured, placing a kiss on your head.

“Sounds pretty good to me.”

An: I kinda strayed away from this request but I hope you like it dare.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

🌈 WIP Wednesday (6/25) 🌈

Hi guys! It's already the last week of pride! Evil. :(

Speaking of evil, yesterday it took me five HOURS to get my laptop to cooperate with me. Really it just wouldn't do shit. TwT So if it starts being evil again (or straight up dies? who knows what she's doing) I might have to leave your asks on read for a while. :') My ko-fi and patreon are in my pinned post in case you wanna help me fund a replacement. In the meantime, I love you and I hope you have a good day! <3

1. Vampire Andrew AU 2. Guardian Angel Neil AU 3. Mafia Front Restaurant AU 4. Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU 5. Mer Roadtrip AU 6. Demon Neil AU

*click the links for masterposts for each au!

Here’s some Arsonist Neil (Part 315):

ANDREW

"You look good," Andrew tells Abram as he steps up onto the sidewalk beside him. Andrew was early; he had been waiting by the door to the restaurant for the last ten minutes. He just watched Abram's car slam into the parking lot and the man before him scrambled out, as if he were in a race to reach Andrew before anyone else could.

Abram's eyes light up and he lets out a breath. "So do you." As he says it, he leans in a bit further than strictly necessary. Andrew recognizes it for what it is and grabs the side of his face to peck his lips. Abram tries to deepen it, but it's far too public a spot to be doing that.

"Come on. It's cold as balls out here." Andrew tells him, leading Abram inside. The hostess arranges them at a back corner booth and Andrew allows Abram to pick his seat first. He chooses the one with the wall at his back, as usual.

[tyunningism]

3- “He’s not a stripper that’s Taehyun”

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Written & Soc med sections, remember not to skip !!

Finally finishing your last lecture of the day you swivel on your chair to face Jungwon, who albeit voluntarily works as a dance instructor for little bratty kids who have no desire to become any good, looks like he’s decaying on the spot.

“How did you go from a 3 to a 1. Those dark circles are insane..”

“Actually fuck off and see how tiring 7/11 is for you.” Tucking in his seat he slings a bag over his shoulder and waits for you to finish packing up your countless scraps of paper you’ve ripped in to pieces, stuffing your unit of a laptop in your already squeezed bag and clutching on to the half water half iced americano you paid ten times what you should’ve for.

“First shift today?” You hum at his question, not because you didn’t want to talk to him, but because you quite frankly have no clue what you’re feeling or doing right now; constantly overshadowed by the thoughts of making a good impression on the colleague you’re working with today.

“Excited to see the girl I’m working with though, found her on twt.”

Seriously, the moment you get there you’re asking for a blow out tutorial because it’s perfect in her profile pic.

“If she’s hot tell her to ring me.” Jungwon jokes whoch only lands him a slap to his back launching him forward a couple more steps.

“Eww! You’re so gross !!” Your hands push open the double doors leading to the campus exit,

“Your timeline is more worrying than anything I said today.” Your eyes pierce through his as you huff.

“You don’t get it, it’s satire wonnie, no I don’t actually like buff men with whipped cream topped on their nips.”

“You sure?”

“Well maybe just a little bit..”

The bus you were supposed to be on to go to work fades out of your vision by the second- not even bothering to wait an extra minute before leaving for the next stop.

“Jungwon I’m gonna cry double u tee eff.” The last thing you want is to make the impression on Yeonjun that you can’t time yourself for shit as you groan obscenely.

“Maybe if you took less time packing up in that lecture hall you would’ve made it.”

“Oh don’t make it about that agai- Kai !!! Kai !! Wait up!-“ waving ecstatically you rush over to the familiar brunette and sit yourself down on to the cramped back seat space of his bike.

“Can you drop me off at Tubatu street or someone near? Pleasee, it’s really urgent!” Instinctively you clasp your hands together and look up to him desperately hoping that the time you spent together as chemistry project partners in high school was enough to land you a free ride.

And it’s not like he has the heart to turn you down anyway, not when he’s so timid he could-

“Sorry, can’t.” He shrugs and scratches the back of his neck but attempts to put on a sweet-ish smile.

Your jaw drops to the floor because the Kai from high school was such a kiss-ass you felt sorry for him everytime. “Kai who taught you that!!??”

“Yeonjun hyung, I was just joking I can still take you-” At the sound of his name you quickly protest back-

“Wait! Yeonjun’s my boss and I really need to be there at the 7/11 right now so can you pleasee drop me off?”

He only responds by chuckling at your flushed face before he starts pedalling off of the campus grounds, ready to poke fun at you for seeming so desperate.

“You’ve gotten meaner Kai, do you know that? If you really did leave me there to fend for myself I’d resent you for life!” You gently slap at his back which only erupts a couple more hearty giggles out of him, “Even if you weren’t my chem partner in high school I wouldn’t be able to turn you, let alone anyone, down. Andd it’s the second turn on the right.”

“Know that already Kai, I live ‘round here but thank you!” You dramatically hug him like he’s your life saviour before you hop off his bike and pat down your jeans. It’s nice to see that he hasn’t changed much since you last saw him, still as easygoing and nice as ever.

Though..you forgot to tell Kai that you really don’t know how to get to the back door of the 7/11 yet, so you pull out your phone-which is barely hanging on from forgetting to charge it when you were binge watching the rookie- only to see that your fellow coworker’s already quick on her feet to send you a message first.

Getting a bit sidetracked by her texts you swivel around the sketchiest back alley ever- spotting three exact doors at the end of it, unsure of which one was supposed to lead you in to the 7/11 you can only gently push to see which was one open, because surely they’d leave the back door accessible for a new employee to enter through.

So you opt for the only door which opens on your left, swinging at full force and a radiant “Hello!” to absolute crickets, your eyes scan what was supposed to be the ‘staff room of a 7/11’ instead filled with a batch of pool tables and a..a stripping pole? You quickly whip out your phone to message Soobin who you’re entirely sure is not a stripper-

“Wrong place.”

“Oh I’m sorry I thought this was the 7/11, oh wow.” A man, well built, (and winning in looks for sure) laid back on to the back rest of a velvet pink couch lazily slotted in the centre which complimented the buzz of pink in his hair, earning you a quick glare like you’ve intruded something. Not entirely dressed in the stripper attire you’d expect, but it’s still broad daylight so you assume he’s not going to be popping out any moves in some sort of lingerie right now, shame.

“Good luck tonight! I hope you get some extra tips on the pole!” You exclaim, hoping to ease the tension in the room, “what no-!?” slamming the door shut you don’t get to hear his next words, not that you’re interested because he’s probably trying to promote himself anyways, you pull out your phone to ask your soon to be coworker again because now you’re really lost.

Though you do have to make a quick twt post to boast about the absolute hottie you found near your apartment quarters too, maybe you’ll take Haewon with you some time who knows !!

Not a stripper huh..maybe a VIP customer ?? The thoughts eventually drain out of you as you push through the green door on your right this time, which seems to have unlocked since the last time you tried, probably with the aid of Soobin.

Sauntering in to the staff lounge you pick up on an (impressively)tall guy who’s leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and glasses hung low on his noses. He catches your attention briefly, striking in looks but he couldn’t be any less important now, your insistence on finding Soobin is key !!

“Oh hey,” a shy hand waves at him before you ask the big question, “Is Soobin around?”

The man only responds my standing up straight promptly, his index finger pointing right back at him as he tilts his head.

“Yeah is there any other Soobin around except me?”

That’s it. Your jaw drops and any hopes and daydreams of asking for a blowout tutorial, asking to go on cute little girl dates and becoming bffs along side Haewon completely flies past your head.

“What?” He starts to sound annoyed at your extreme expression, checking to see if there was something on his face or perhaps a loose fly on his jeans.

“You’re a man?” You gasp again, slightly too dramatically for Soobin’s liking.

“You thought I was a woman??” He gasps even more dramatically than he intended, the whole scene becoming a soap opera.

“Wait wait wait..so the hottie on your twitter profile isn’t you?”

Soobin , the six foot man and not the baddest bitch you were ever gonna meet in your life, scoffs.

“Well I wouldn’t talk down on my looks that plainly..but I thought it was common sense that I’m not Gyuri? You literally messaged me today and saw my profile- how did you not clock that?”

You blink once at his round eyes then twice at your glowing phone screen and there you notice it, a small circle of him taking a mirror pic- how did you not realise?

“Pfft- haha! Sorry Soobin don’t hold a grudge against me for this yeah?” you gently slap on his arm hoping to ease up the awkward misunderstanding but his automatic pout only exaggerates.

“Day one with you and you’ve already hurt my ego geez.”

You laugh at his childishness, cocking your head to the right as you pick up your uniform, “so, how should I make it up to you then?”

“Buy me ice cream and I’ll forgive you for your mortal sin.” He smirks a bit odd, but you take it as a first step in maintaining a good relationship with your co worker; feeling more at ease to tease and joke with him now that you’ve settled it.

Soobin works like he’s got 3 children to look after and bills to pay, glued to his spot behind the till as he checks out customer after customer like some he’s part of some sort of dystopian propaganda for capitalism with how much he grinds at his job.

Plus, you can see why he’s so highly appraised by Yeonjun, a whole line of women wait outside the store just to interact with him, and he doesn’t reject it either; he chooses to ask them about their day and how their kids are doing, how they’re catching up on school work and wow- Soobin’s insanely good at his job because by the end of it he’s got a jar full of tips and you’re exhausted just from watching him.

“You’re insane you know, how’d you talk to customers like that without getting..I don’t know-nervous?”

The male replies by dropping his head down and slumping beneath the counter, choosing to stay silent for a bit.

“I don’t even know myself really. Usually I’d be pissed terrified but I guess I’ve just been here so long that it’s a habit now.” You hum in approval at his answer, swinging your legs off the small stool beside him as you checked on your phone, “10:57” you yawn. “We’ve tidied everything right Soob?”

“Yeah, it’s been a busy day. You’ve learnt everything right? How is it?”

You look back up from your phone and in to his expecting eyes, probably for some more praise which he gets plentiful from the aunties that come in just to see him, but there’s nothing really to it except you like how laid back it is while Soobin works 24/7 in your stead.

“Better than I thought! You’re better than I thought too even if I did think you were a girl at first, I think you’re really hardworking- I can see why Yeonjun sparks you as his best employee so much.”

And you’re right because he gets all giddy and tries to play it off as simply nothing when you can see straight through his flushed ears that he’s bouncing up and down now. It’s cute, you think, but then again you find everyone and everything cute in some sort of way.

The comfortable silence is interrupted when the same buzz of pink hair enters through the doors.

“Oh look stripper guy!-“ Ohh you’ve hit a nerve. Soobin’s hand smacks right against your mouth to stop you from digging your grave even further, whispering in to your ear “he’s not a stripper I told you that !!!”

“And who might this be?” The pink ‘tooty frootie’ as you’d like to refer to him strides up to the counter and leans over it, moving the piece of gum he was chewing between his gums and mouth before staring directly at you.

“I’m Y/N, Yeonjun hired me a couple days ago!”

“Ahh so you’re the only one without a criminal record, got it.” He snaps a finger gun at you before asking Soobin to ring him up some beer,

“Oh and it’s Taehyun. And I’m not a stripper, I have access to the staff room there because I work as a bouncer from time to time. Mainly work here on Tuesdays though so don’t start spreading nonsense in that head of yours.”

“Okay..so, do you still do private shows?”

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