#covering the poor guy's forehead in kisses and giving him nose nuzzles to try and not hug him to death

[anarkhebringer]

If I thought Endobelles' fatherly fretting over Aurene during LWS4 was bad, the moment Braham is even vaguely within eyeshot only two words are gonna come out of his mouth before he storms over at Mach 10.

"MY BABY"

[sato-riii]

You're gonna fry your brain.

Hello everyone, since it's finals season and we're all probably really dead inside, I decided to self indulge in some tattoo artist! Sukuna writing, so here's this brainrot that won't let me focus on studying. You can read more of this au in the au masterlist.

I've been trying so hard to finish up a bartender! Dabi fic I have in the works for too long, hopefully I can get around to it too. After finals are done I'll be writing a lot more that's for sure.

Tattoo artist! Sukuna x f!reader

Warnings: language, suggestive tones, that's it.

Finals are by far the worst thing about college, y/n knows that the hard way. She's been stressing herself out for the past few days, maybe weeks, going over the same material again and again. She'd constantly argue that she really needs to pass with an high grade that's why she's so obsessive over it.

Sukuna had tried multiple times to help her ease her nerves, he's been there, although he was the type who never really stuck his nose in a book for too long, regardless, his best girl needed a break, no matter how hard she denied it.

Y/n had declined his invitations of going out, she dropped by the shop a few times, bringing Sukuna some food, but he could tell she was slowly burning herself up.

Today was no different, y/n had been writing everything down all day to help memorize it better. So many hours has passed since she started her study session but she didn't even notice that her clock read 8 pm already.

Sukuna did notice, y/n had been barely responding back to his texts and it was time he took matters into his own hands.

The earpiercing doorbell pulled y/n out of her trance like state, she quickly got up from her desk to go and get rid of whoever just rung it.

"Dollface, I was beginning to think you had died in there."

There was Sukuna, leaning in her doorframe, looking as good as he always did, in a plan white t shirt and a gray pair of sweatpants, holding a few bags and a huge basket.

"not quite, what's all this?"

Y/n motioned to the bags he had.

"Nothing much, just some things I picked up for you, will you let me in? this basket is fucking heavy."

No, the basket wasn't that heavy, Sukuna could carry it just fine, he just wanted to make sure that y/n didn't have a chance to deny him.

Y/n stepped aside to let Sukuna in, and he went straight to her kitchen, dropping his bags on the table.

"Thanks for dropping by babe, but I really need to finish the last three chapters I have left."

"Y/n, you're going to fry your brain at this rate, no more studying for today."

"But-"

"No buts, you won't read another sentence today. We're destressing together."

Turns out, Sukuna had brought over many different things. He's not the type of guy to shy away from anything, so the first thing he did was to grab y/n and drag her into her bathroom.

Sukuna had taken mental notes the first time he looked through y/n's skincare products, he was able to determine her skin type and he went a bit crazy, buying her different things to try out.

"You are insane, that's drunk elephant, why did you get this many things?"

"Because you have the really terrible cheap stuff, now shut up you're going to eat the soap if you keep talking with cleanser all over your face."

Now, y/n's skincare wasn't bad, Sukuna had expensive taste and he's a bit of a brand snob

Sukuna gently poked her cheek with a smile as y/n's face distorted because she had in fact tasted the cleanser and Sukuna could only laugh at her before she flicked some into his mouth too.

"Don't kiss me with a face mask on you brat"

Y/n let out a soft laugh, Sukuna was doing his best to concentrate at the task at hand. Matching y/n's nail polish to his. Y/n had just finished painting his, matte black like he requested but y/n gave him some white polish on his ring finger. Sukuna had argued for a bit, saying it didn't look good and that he didn't like it, but gave in after y/n gave him a puppy face, can you blame him?

"But you look so cute like that."

Y/n complained, knowing that this little comment was going to feed Sukuna's ego more.

"I know doll, but artificial orange doesn't taste as good as it smells."

Y/n once again wasn't wrong, his cocky attitude always creeped in at times, not that she minded.

Time passed fast with watching trash reality shows on y/n's couch, after their very own self care day, Sukuna made sure to fix something they could both eat. Now they were engolved in each others arms, y/n's sleepy eyes staring up at him.

"How are you feeling, doll?"

Sukuna's hand found her hair, gently resting on top of her head.

"Much better, you're the best you know that?"

"I've heard it once or twice, I'll give you reasons to say it more often"

He gave her a gentle smile, leaning closer to steal a kiss, a little more intimate than the ones they shared earlier.

" 'Kuna, I'm sorry I was so stressed and distant this week, I probably worried you-"

"Don't be stupid, it's ok, I just want you to know I'm here for you, and it's just finals. You're a smart cookie, I'm sure you'll do great."

Y/n found his words reassuring and nuzzled closer to him, letting her lungs burn with his scent that never got less intoxicating.

"Thank you 'kuna, what would I do without you?"

The last few words came out slurred, but Sukuna understood everything, y/n's breathing got steadier against him.

"I don't know doll I'm just glad to have you here, I promised to take good care of you."

And just like that, y/n was fast asleep next to him, he didn't mind her uncomfortable couch one bit all he cared about was how at peace she looked. Maybe he would move her to her bed later, he couldn't bring himself to do it now.

The next morning, y/n found herself on her bed, Sukuna had almost woken her up getting ready before he left to go to work, but he managed to put her right back to sleep with a kiss on the forehead and a light "don't wake up yet doll".

Y/n made her way to the kitchen, Sukuna usually left a little letter for her on the nightstand by the bed, he must've been in a rush today.

Not quite the case.

Sukuna not only made her, her favourite breakfast, he also left post it notes in some places.

You suck at food shopping, thank me later.

Was written on her fridge.

So that's what all the bags were for, y/n didn't find out last night because of how tired she was, and how much fun she had being around sukuna.

He had filled up her fridge with everything she ever needed to make a meal for herself or have a snack. Let's be honest Sukuna just wanted to cook for her again.

Another post it was found in her bathroom cabinet.

You're probably gonna get mad at me for this but I'm not sorry, you deserve it.

The poor cabinet was stuffed to the brim with brand name skincare that made anyone's wallet scream in anguish and a lot of bathbombs. Upon closer look y/n almost cried at how attentive Sukuna was, he took extra care to look out for her skins needs.

Y/n found the last post it on her desk while she did her revision.

Don't overwork yourself doll, you've got me for that.

Y/n brought Sukuna cupcakes from seven different bakeries to try that day.

Bonus Domain shenanigans: "Sukuna left early again?"

Megumi asked, the day had been going pretty slow he wasn't surprised his friend dipped.

"Yeah, he left this behind though."

Geto held up a very nice looking white shop bag, a slight glimmer in his eye let the rest of his friends know he planned something.

"So? What's in it anyways?"

Gojo was resting his chin on his hand, blank expression on his face, completely unamused by Geto's discovery.

"Give me that"

Nanami swiftly snatched the bag, curious to see what was inside of it. He reached in and retrieved several wrapped round objects.

"Bathbombs?"

He questioned puzzled, but then his lips tugged upward.

Megumi, Nanami, Gojo and Geto, each got two bathbombs, and even though they would outright say it, they were pretty damn exited to drop them in their bathtubs. That's what Sukuna gets for avoiding clean up.

Sukuna entered the shop barely greeting anyone and begun looking around. Fuck he was looking for something, everyone tried to keep their composure.

"Have you seen a white bag?"

He finally looked at the group of men before him.

"like a backpack? No "

Megumi spoke, Sukuna begun thinking he was remembering everything wrong, that's untill he saw something sticking out of Geto's pocket. That's for sure a bathbomb he bought for y/n

"You motherfuckers, how low can you stoop to steal my girls bathbombs?"

Hey it's me again, though I'd add that here, if you have specific skin demands I tried to cover that in here so everyone can enjoy it, I have lots of allergies and skin concerns so I'm kinda sensitive to that stuff. Hope you had fun reading, remember to take it easy, untill next time :>

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Skz reacting to you being sick

A/N: I’m actually kinda sick right now (it’s just a cold so I’m still good) and this idea popped up in my head ~ i hope you guys like it!!

Genre: fluff

Warnings: sickness, slight swearing(only once)

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Chan:

We all know that he takes care of other ppl VERY well

I feel like he would check up on you frequently and bringing you the stuff you need

Would not leave your side, would try to comfort you in every way possible

“Y/n??”, Chan called through the apartment after he opened the door and saw that all the lights were turned off. He walked further into the apartment looking around , but there was no sign of you.

When he finally opened your bedroom door he saw you laying in your bed, covered in blankets with a pile of tissues besides you. As you noticed his presence,you gave him a weak smile that was probably not even visible due to the dim lights.

“Are you okay??”, Chan asked, sitting down on your bed and giving you a little kiss on the forehead. You just shook your head no while you clinged on Chan, in which he responded with a tight hug, wrapping his arms around you and bringing you into his lap.

He just held you for a while,his hands sliding through your hair and light kisses in your forehead from time to time.

“Do you need me to get you anything??Should i get some meds??”, he asked after a while but you just held him closer.

“No,don’t worry,cuddles are enough for now”

Lee Know:

He would try to cheer you up and distract you from your suffering fhchrhdh

He would cook some comforting food like soup for you

We would insist on doing everything thing for you so you can take proper rest

You just texted him that you couldn’t make it to your date today because you weren’t feeling that well and now, ten minutes later he already stood at your door step, a bag of groceries in his left hand and a bag with different medications in the other.

“What are you doing here lino and what’s all that stuff for??” You asked as soon as you opened the door and got a sight of him being packed with stuff.

“I didn’t know what you needed so i brought all different kinds of medications and since i already was about to come over i also thought that i can cook something for you so you can take proper rest”, he started talking with a pout on his lips.

As he started cooking you tried to help him but he immediately scolded you, saying that you shouldn’t spread all of your germs around and should rest on the couch instead while he will cook for you.

(Small time skip)

“This soup was amazing lino!! i already feel way better now and i can help you clean the kitchen-“

“No you’re not doing anything but rest, you’re sick baby!!”

Changbin:

I feel like he would give you A LOT of cuddles to make you feel better

Would try to make you laugh and lift your mood

But would also give you the rest you need

you couldn’t really sleep last night due to your horrible headache, that wouldn’t get better even tho you took several painkillers and tried to avoid anything that’s bright,it just wouldn’t get better.

When Changbin visited you after he was done with practicing for the day and turned on the lights, you immediately responded with a groan, causing him to immediately turn off the lights again while giving you a worried look.

„What’s wrong honey??“, he asked while walking up to,laying himself on the bed right next to you, immediately wrapping his arms around and holding you against his chest.

“I’m not feeling that well and i think I’m really hot...i should probably check my temperature...” you said while nuzzling your head into Changbins chest. “But honey”, he chuckled, “you’re always hot”

You playfully slapped him as response, making him ruffle through your hair so it looks all messy and it eventually turned until a play fight, until you held your head,mimicking that it hurts a lot.

Changbin immediately stopped and laid you down in the bed again, tucking you under the blanket,giving you one small kiss on the forehead, saying that you should rest now before he left the room.

Hyunjin:

So we all know how dramatic he is

So i can definitely imagine him running around and screaming after telling him you’re sick

He would keep his distance so he doesn’t get sick too but would still take care of you really well

Would order your favorite food and watch a movie with you (plus he probably would give in to cuddles after a while too)

“WHAT”, he yelled out dramatically, eyes and mouth wide opened. “WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME THAT YOU HAVE A COLD WHAT IF I GET SICK AND-“

“Hyunjin, calm down it’s just a light cold and it’s almost gone again-“ you tried to calm him down, reaching out for his hand. “Ahhh don’t touch me- all of your germs are on my hand now-“ he dramatically said while walking away from you, shaking his hands as if it would shake of any germs.

You rolled your eyes,seeing Hyunjin running out if the room completely panicked and at this point you couldn’t even tell if he was teasing you or if he was serious.

He didn’t return for a quite long time, you got a little bit suspicious, but after a few more minutes,he returned with a grin on his face.

“I thought you died because you drank hand sanitizer or something to get rid of the germs-“ you teased him, cocking up your eyebrows while looking at him.

“Not that buuuutttt”, he then replied, a smirk appearing on his face,” i ordered your favorite take out food and I’m willing to watch a movie to you, but only with a safe distance,okay”

“Thank you babe”, you smiled at him and blew him a kiss afterwards “but are you sure that you don’t wanna cuddle??”

Jisung:

I feel like he’d be really panicked at first

“are you sure that you’re okay??do you need any meds??maybe you should go to the doctor i can-“

After making sure that you’re not dying, he’d make sure to give you a lot of cuddles and kisses (but only on the cheek/jawline/forehead kisses)

Jisung was completely freaked out when he say you sitting in the couch, wrapped up in thousands of blankets, tons of used tissues laying around you and your face red from the fever you were having.

He immediately dropped all of his bags, running up to you grabbing your hands full in panic, looking you in the eyes like your about to die.

“Are you okay??”, he asked with big eyes squeezing your hands.

“Don’t worry, it’s just a little cold”, you said in a raspy voice, forcing yourself to give him a little smile.

“Are you sure your not dying??” he continued asking, his face expressions more serious that ever “or do you need any meds?? I can get some for you if you want...and you really don’t wanna go to the doctor...i mean you can go just to be sure....wait I’ll make you some tea, i’ll be right back”

You tried to calm him down a bit,but he already disappeared in the kitchen,coming back minutes later with a huge can of tea.

“And just to make sure that you’re not dying,i guess i have to pepper you with kisses babe”

Felix:

CUDDLEBUG

would not let you out of his embrace

would probably bake some brownies for you because he knows you live them while you sleep

he would just be so sweet and caring in general my heart is melting if i just think abt it ahhhh

You were waking up in Felix’s arms,your head pressed against his chest and his lips resting next to your forehead. As you slowly woke up, you felt a horrible pain in your throat and you noticed that you could barely breathe through your nose.

“Baby?”, you whispered to him,getting a hum as reaponse. “I don’t feel that well, i think I’m going to get sick” you said, feeling him shuffle away a little bit to take a look at your face.

“You really look a little bit sick” he said, his eyes carefully scanning your face. “Do you need any meds or should we go to the doctors?”, he carefully asked while his eyes came back ti yours, making eye contact.

“No i think it’s not that bad,but i like that you’re really warm”, you told him while coming closer to his chest again, the warmth of his embrace sending shivers down your spine. He immediately held you closer, his long arms wrapping around you and carefully drawing circles on your beg,until you drifted of to sleep.

When you woke up it was way brighter,so you probably slept for a few hours. When you noticed that Felix was gone, you let out a small cry, but you immediately got distracted by the smell of fresh brownies.

Just now the door opened,Felix walking in with a cup of hit chocolate in his one hand and a plate with a brownie in the other.

“Here, to make you feel a little bit better” he said while handing you the plate and a fork, giving you a huge smile.

Seungmin:

I feel like he would be similar to Changbin

We would look super concerned at you with his puppy dog eyes

Would try to make you laugh with corny jokes

CUDDELS

You told Seungmin that you were sick before he came over,warning him from yourself, but when he came over and actually saw how sick you looked with glassy eyes, a red,runny nose and burning hot cheeks.

He looked at you scanning you from head to toe, his puppy eyes furrowed concerned, slowly walking up to you. “Why didn’t you tell me that you were THAT sick??”, he asked worryingly while pulling you into a hug, the tone of his voice almost making your heart break.

“It’s really not as bad as it looks”,you reassured him,your hand gently rubbing over his back. “But did you bring the thermometer, i think i really should take my temperature”

“Of course”, he said with a smile, breaking the hug to reach into his bag,grabbing the theometre and holding it against your forehead

“And??what does it say??”,you asked curiously.

Seungmin just let out a little chuckle before saying “well,you know..... i always told you that you were hot as fuck....”

Jeongin:

I think we wouldn’t quite know what to do bc the others always took care of him

But he‘d definitely make you some warm tea to make you feel better

Would probably end up calling chan for advice lol

This poor baby got so concerned when you started sneezing nonstop and would rest, but now that you were in your bed, basically knocked out from your fever.

“Uhmmm...is there anything i can...like give you??” He asked,his voice filled with uncertainty. “

“Yes please”, you groaned,”i really think that i need some meds”

“Uhmm sure, I’m gonna look at what i have here, but i already made you some tea, so drink that while i be looking for...uh whatever medication that will make you feel better...just uhmm...wait here...”, he said while placing a cup of tea on your nightstand.

As soon ad he disappeared to look for the right meds, he called chan.

“Channie, i really really need your help....you know y/n is sick and i don’t know how the right medications look like....yeah i need something against fever....the one with the red or blue label?? And do we have to go to the doctor or-“

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[cursestothemoon]

Paging Dr. Weasley

Requested: yes

George Weasley x fem! reader 

Warnings: strong language, asthma, fever and illness symptoms, food

Word Count: 3031

Summary: George is excited to go see the new products at Zonko’s and the harsh weather isn’t going to stop him. The reader has asthma and she's a bit apprehensive about going out in the cold, dry weather but George insists it’ll be fine. George, unfortunately, is wrong.

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The night prior it was quite clear to you that the weather would be horrid. The wind, aggressive in nature, thrashed and collided with the walls of the stone walls of the castle. You were fortunate, however, tucked under your boyfriend George’s arm, asleep in his warm dorm. He had insisted that you stayed the night with him, when it got cold out he got clingy, and you had no objections to his suggestion. The following day you were to venture down to Hogsmeade with George, a week ago the plan was made when he mentioned needing prank supplies from Zonko’s, Fred unable to go because of a weekend detention he got himself. With the oncoming storm you had assumed that tomorrow’s plans had been canceled, knowing from past learning experiences the harsh cold was no help to your asthma.

Light flooded through the window in George’s dorm, a bright white that pierced your eyes even as they rest under your lids. You turned away from the harsh light, nose pushing into the warm, inviting chest of your boyfriend as you tried to slip back into a deeper sleep. A deeper sleep would not come, it wasn’t long after you turned that you were fully awoken by a deep groan.

“Bloody fuckin’ hell, I told Lee to close the stupid curtains when he got in too.” George grumbled, hand smacking against his face to cover his eyes.

You were silent as you slowly shimmied yourself higher onto the pillow, motioning for him to lower himself so his face would be in your neck, concealed from the morning sun reflecting off the night's snow. George happily complied, humming his gratitude as he nuzzled into your neck before placing a gentle kiss where your shoulder met your neck.

“Who opened the fucking window?” Fred’s voice was heard after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

His tone showed his clear annoyance, followed by a groan and the shuffling of covers probably a result from him angrily pulling them over his head.

“I might’ve forgotten.” Lee answered from his bed making Fred chuck one of his pillows at him.

George groaned into your neck, “Will you two wankers shut up. We’re trying to sleep.”

“We?” Lee and Fred asked in unison before Fred continued, “Is Y/n there with you?”

George and you had retired to bed quite early last night, and neither of you expected Lee or Fred to check to see if George was alone last night before going to sleep.

“Yeah she’s here so shut up.” George grumbled again.

You could hear Fred, or Lee you weren’t sure, as they moved around in their bed before they spoke. It was Fred.

“Was the poor girl buried under the blankets all night?”

You decided to respond this time, “No, I had my face out to breathe.”

“Guess it’s time to get up.” Lee grumbled, moving to swing his legs out from under the covers.

“Maybe if you closed the curtains we’d all still be asleep a bit longer.” George sassed as he moved to sit up, not before giving you a good morning kiss on your forehead.

“Maybe if you closed the curtains…” Lee mimicked in a high voice, getting up to go to the bathroom.

Deciding that sleep would not be achieved until tonight, you too, sat up, knuckling at your eyes as you leaned against George’s chest. He circled his arms around your waist, placing another kiss to the crown of your head.

“Morning, pretty girl.” He rasped into your ear.

Unfortunately it was loud enough for Fred to hear and make a gagging noise as he turned away from you two.

“Disgusting. When you guys leave feel free to close the curtains, yeah?” He mumbled from under his covers, a few tendrils of fiery hair poking out.

You shuffled your legs over the edge of the mattress, standing up and stretching before grabbing the pillow you had been using to go over and smack Fred from over the sheets.

“Get up you wanker.”

He yelped before sitting up abruptly, hair a literal mess with strands sticking out randomly, “Georgie! Your girlfriend is attacking me, make her stop.”

George pretended to think for a moment before answering, “No. I don’t think I will.”

Fred feigned offence before also getting up and out of bed, his maroon boxers with green ‘F’s on them were quite the sight.

“Mate, it’s snowing out. How are you only wearing your knickers.” Lee asked, coming out from the bathroom.

“Run hot.” Fred answered simply with an overly flirty wink directed at Lee.

“Merlin…” George muttered, shaking his head as he got out of bed.

You smiled at your beloved, his hair- much like his brother’s- a frizzy mess of red locks and his eyes still puffy from just having woken up, but unlike his twin, George had on a pair of flannel pajama pants and an old Gryffindor t-shirt that he had cut to show his midriff. He was quite literally perfect, his pants hanging low on his hips- just exposing his v-line- and his t-shirt, now crop top, ended just above his belly button, an auburn happy-trail in view.

“You ready for today?” George asked, pulling you out of your less than innocent thoughts, his knowing smirk a clear sign that you had been caught ogling at him.

You stood for a moment in thought, “Today?”

George nodded, “Zonko’s, butterbeer, our plan to go to Hogsmeade.”

“I thought we would postpone that, the weather is horrid.”

He peered out the window before turning back to you, “It isn’t snowing much anymore, I think we should be in the clear.”

“Don’t you have asthma though? Won’t it make it act up?” Fred asked as he slipped on his shoes.

You nodded slowly, moving to fix the astray sheets on George’s bed, “Yeah, I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to go out today.”

George pouted slightly, “We’ll bundle you up extra warm, and it’ll be quick. You’ll be ok, you haven’t had an attack in so long.”

You knew why he was so keen on going, Zonko’s had a new line of products that he was dying to get his hands on. He’d been talking about it for months, he and Fred finally saving up enough money from selling their own things to go purchase a few things. You felt bad, and he was right, you hadn’t had an asthma attack in a while so perhaps you’d be fine.

“Alright, but we’ll need to stop by my dorm so I can get my thick scarf. The one that goes up over my nose.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t have it anyother way.”

An hour later you and George were ready to go, two scarves- one long enough to go over your nose- a beanie, fuzzy socks, and a pair of George’s mittens were part of the outfit you were sporting. You felt a lot more confident in your attire now, nothing could go wrong...right?

It went wrong.

So very wrong.

The first half hour out on the town was fine, a bit chilly but George was there to wrap an arm around you and pull up your scarf so it covered your nose. Then, as the forty-five minute mark hit, you started to feel a bit...wheezy. The scarf kept slipping, the wind had picked up, and it was extremely dry out. Once it hit an hour you were in a full blown asthma attack, having to pull out a rescue inhaler- something you made sure to bring with you no matter how confident you were at first- and George felt absolutely terrible as he watched you try to catch your breath in The Three Broomsticks.

George rubbed a hand in comforting circles on your back as you took a few inhales of your inhaler trying to stop the painful wheezes. You reached behind you, putting a hand on his to try and tell him it was alright and you didn’t blame him, knowing he’d be beating himself up over this.

Once your breathing had leveled enough for you to string together a few words uninterrupted, you turned to your boyfriend.

“I’m sorry but I think it would be better if I went back.” You muttered, voice still a little raspy.

George crouched down, face to face with you sitting in a chair, as he spoke, “Baby,” He cooed, “You shouldn’t be sorry. I’m sorry I forced you to come out knowing you have asthma and you were worried. I should’ve been thinking more about you, pretty girl.”

You shook your head gently, “It’s alright George, you were excited. No one needs to apologize, let’s just go.”

George silently agreed, moving to remove his scarf as you stood up. He pulled up your scarf so it went over your nose and wrapped his own scarf around it in hopes of it staying up better. Once he was happy with his work, he grabbed your mitten covered hand and you two walked out of the little pub.

Fortunately, you two got back to the castle without another asthma attack hitting you. George took you straight to his dorm, and sat you on his bed. The dorm was empty, it was still rather early in the day, but you felt your eyes start to droop as fatigue from the asthma attack, shivering in the cold, and fighting your way through the snow all came crashing down on you. You were also starting to get a headache, something you were definitely not happy about.

The lanky ginger noticed how tired you started to look and felt his heart melt all while guilt nearly ate him alive. He knew it was his fault you were feeling so bad, but your tired eyes and grabby hands at him made him smile.

“We need to get you changed, love.” He said quietly, going to his own trunk to pull out a sweater and pajama pants for you.

With his sweater and pajama pants in hand he got down to his knees in front of the bed where you sat and started to unbutton your coat. Once unbuttoned he helped you shrug it off, then helped shed all the other layers until you were in a thin t-shirt before pulling his sweater over your head. You moved to take off your bra but George muttered to let me, his hands sliding up under your shirt to unhook your bra, then letting you shimmy around to get your arms out before grabbing the undergarment and putting it in his trunk- he doesn’t need the boys coming in and seeing his girlfriends bra.

He then unbuttoned your jeans, slowly helping you pull them down your legs before replacing them with his own pajama pants.

“Stan for me for a moment.” He said, going to tie the drawstring in a neat bow to make sure the pants didn’t fall off of you.

“Thank you Georgie.” You smiled leaning into his chest.

“No problem, love. Let’s get you into bed.”

You shuffled onto the bed and situated yourself under the covers, looking up at George expectantly making him chuckle.

“You take a nap, I’m going to go get us food alright?”

“Ok.” You nodded, getting comfortable.

Before George was even out the room, you had fallen asleep, the day had taken a toll on you evidently. He smiled at your peaceful form, asleep in his bed, before carefully leaving the dorm to go grab some food for a late lunch.

George came back with the food fifteen minutes later, but he couldn’t find it in him to wake you up just yet. He waited around an hour before gently kissing your hairline to wake you up, but he grimaced at the unusual heat that your skin held.

When you woke, you felt fine, maybe a little lethargic, but fine. Usually asthma attacks didn’t take this much out of you but perhaps it was just because of how intense this one was and your head was still pounding.

You two quietly ate, George asking how you were every so often, you responding with a soft ‘alright’ before going back to the sandwich he brought. When the food was finished you crawled back into George’s bed, still feeling a bit sluggish but the food helped.

“Can you lay with me?”

George nearly awed audibly at how soft and small your voice was.

“Let me just change ok, bubs?”

You nodded, “Wear the cropped shirt please.”

George chuckled at your request but of course complied, pulling the shirt over his head and letting it fall just above his belly button. You smiled at the sight making him shake his head before pulling his own pajama pants on and climbing into bed next to you.

Hushed conversation started between the two of you. He was sitting up slightly with your head placed on his chest. As the sun went down and the other boys came back to the dorm, you let the melodic thump of George’s heartbeat lull you to sleep.

***

The night was a bit rough to say the least, George barely got any sleep due to his worrying about your wheezing. You didn’t usually wheeze when you slept, so it worried him. You on the other hand woke up with a stuffy nose, painfully dry cough, and achy muscles.

You were sick.

Even worse, it was Monday morning and you could not muster up the strength to get yourself dressed and to class. You had woken up first that morning, an aggressive cough pulling both you and George out of sleep. Once you the coughing fit had subsided you turned to look at George.

“I don’t think I can go to class today.” You pouted.

George pushed your hair out of your face as he answered, “Don’t worry about it, darling.” He placed an open palm on your forehead, “You’re burning up.”

Just as he had said it your body shivered before you erupted into another coughing fit.

“My thoughts exactly.” He smiled. “You are not leaving this bed today, and I’ve just gotten word that Dr. Weasley is in.”

You let out a raspy laugh, “You don’t have to miss class, I’ll survive.”

George shook his head, “Nope, I’m going straight to McGonagall to tell her that you are sick and I need to take care of you.”

He left before you could protest any further.

You turned around, getting comfortable again, and started to doze off before Fred piped up.

“I thought you two would never quite fucking yelling.” He groaned.

Lee responded for you, “Shut up you twat.”

***

George jogged to the transfiguration classroom still in his pajamas getting interesting looks from the people in the halls. He didn’t care though, not when his little love was sitting in his bed sniffly and sick waiting for his cuddles.

He made it to the classroom and pushed the door open, startling Professor McGonagall and the few students in the room.

“Mr. Weasley! You cannot just come stampeding into my ro- what in Merlin’s name are you wearing?”

George caught his breath before speaking, “Professor, Y/n is sick and she can't come to class and since she’s sick she obviously needs me to take care of her so I also cannot attend classes today.”

“Is Miss L/n alright?” McGonagall asked, now worried about the girl.

“It’s my fault, I took her out in the cold yesterday and her asthma acted up but now she’s also got a fever and she was wheezing all night.” George rambled, the guilt coming back.

His Professor put her hands out to stop his rambling and push him toward the door, “Alright, alright, you go take care of the poor girl, both of you are excused for today and tomorrow if it’s necessary. If it gets any worse take her straight to Madam Pomfrey, understood?”

George nodded and McGonagall continued, “And for Merlin's sake next time send someone else to come tell me, we do not need you strutting around the school in- in- whatever this is.”

She gestured toward George’s outfit making his ears turn pink, realizing just how many eyes are on him at the moment.

“Right, of course. Thank you.”

***

George made it back to his dorm just as Lee and Fred were stepping out to leave for their first class of the day. He offered them a quick good morning and ‘see you later’ before making his way to you. He found you asleep in bed and tucked the covers under your chin before sliding into bed with you, pulling you into his chest as he let sleep take over.

A few hours later he woke up to you already awake and reading a note, he assumed it was attached to one of the two bottles that had been placed on his bedside table sometime while he was asleep.

“Who’s that from?” He asked, sitting up and looking over the note.

“McGonagall, she sent up medicine.”

“How sweet of Minnie.” He smiled pulling himself out of bed, “Alright, let Dr. Weasley read it.”

You laughed, “Dr. Weasley?”

He nodded feigning shock, “Yes, Dr. Weasley, and I’m going to nurse you back to health.”

George plucked the note from you and read it over, taking in all the instructions on how and when to take the medication which he assumed were the two bottles.

The rest of the day passed with George waiting on you hand and foot, bringing up food, rubbing your back, cuddling you, you name it he did it. He also did it all in his cute little crop top that definitely helped speed up the process of your recovery.

Now as you lay in bed, George tilts your head up to place a gentle kiss on your lips but you stop him before he can.

“You’ll get sick.”

He chuckles, “I’ve been kissing on you, and cuddling with you all day. I’m going to get sick either way, pretty girl, so please let me kiss you on the lips at least once today.”

“Alright but we can’t tell anyone, I don’t think it’s very proper of me to be snogging my doctor.”

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Their Doll 17

He loves you

B.Barnes x Stark!Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

series synopsis:  y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

Series Warnings: smut, violence, torture, swearing

Chapter Summary: you and Bucky stay in bed for a while. Y/n meets Sam

Warnings: fluff, kissing, implied smut, there’s probably some swearing somewhere

A/n: The timeline in this has been altered, as there I things I wanted to include but I also wanted this fic to follow the storyline/timeline of Winter Soldier and Civil war.So for purposes of this fanfic, Peter Parker was discovered by Tony at a much younger age - when he was bitten - and has been an intern with him since, almost like a protégée.(For the purposes of this story Peter was bitten much younger too - more like when he was 9 or ten rather than 14/15)

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Layers of pale sunlight streaked through the thin, flimsy white curtains, forming a rich sheen of dull yellow light across the room. The encroaching stream of gold cast over y/n's face blinked her awake, her heavy eyelids fluttering and her mouth opening in a sinfully beautiful yawn. Or at least Bucky thought so, but he thought everything about y/n was beautiful.

Bucky had been laying there for a near hour now, blue eyes gazing over his girl's features as she looked blissfully peaceful immersed in a deep sleep. Last night's events must've really fired her out. Y/n's small hand was splayed against his bare chest, chin tucked into the crook of his neck and body embraced by his warm, flesh arm. His fingers danced in small swirls against her back, drawing small figurines ever-so-lightly against she sunlit-skin.

A soft smile had found his lips, tugging them upwards into almost a grin at the sight of y/n in his arms. Her leg was still thrown over his waist haphazardly, his shirt ridden up to around her ribs, panties doing little to conceal what the shirt had revealed.

Y/n's head lifted slowly, his soft smile contagious in the way it curled upon her lips, too.

"Morning, soldier." She mumbled, raspy and broken with a mixture of the strain and sleep. He pulled the girl into him further, his small smile growing when he felt her nuzzle into his warmth. Her disjointed voice was cute, Bucky thought, a reminder to him that he wasn't the only one still struggling to fit in.

He'd spent nearly five months in Bruce's lab, on ice once again as the man and Tony both tried to figure out how to rid him of his winter soldier side. They'd recovered him the first mission they'd gone on, the one without Steve. And not even Steve new Bucky was back until a week ago, although the soldier was only released from the lab yesterday.

Bruce had offered to take Bucky to the party with him, but the super soldier had politely - albeit quickly - declined his offer, knowing almost off instinct that the party scene wasn't one for him. Instead, he'd asked for directions to y/n's room, where he had waited for probably close to an hour before y/n had come storming in.

"You sound like you've been gargling glass." Bucky teased, unable to keep a deadpan expression as the words formed on his lips. Y/n's mouth opened in shock, and she used one arm to prop herself up whilst smacking Bucky's chest with the other. He chuckled, grabbing the hand she'd used to hit him before lifting it to his lips. Bucky kissed each of her fingertips in-turn, before bringing it to cup his face and holding her warmth against his skin. He turned his mouth towards her palm, plump lips fluttering against it as y/n looked in with pure...adoration in her eyes.

"I love you." The words tumbled from her lips like a simple thank you before she could think it through, Bucky's lips stilled against the palm of her hand, his eyes searching hers as if he was trying to find a hint as to why she just said that. It took her a moment to realise that he could be confused, after all, she blurted the words rather quickly and even she wasn't sure that she would've heard them had they come from someone else's mouth. "I love you." She said slower, as if she was hand picking each word before she said it. "I'm totally and completely in love with you." She murmured, eyes captured by the awe struck across Bucky's face.

"W-why?" He finally mustered the courage to say, dropping her hand back to his chest. Y/n took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she did so as if to prepare herself for what she was about to say.

"Because, you were my calm after the storm. Everything bad that seemed to happen, you were there to pick up the pieces after." She explained, moving the hand that'd been dropped to his chest to rest over Bucky's heart. It was racing.

"But all I did was...look at you. Sometimes I was the problem." Bucky argued, almost with himself. It was like he didn't believe what y/n he said, like he thought she was trickling him.

"But your eyes...they quelled the anger, the frustration, the hurt and the pain," y/n continued on, "it's like the real you - not the winter soldier - was always waiting, like you were simply hiding in the sidelines." She confessed, a slither of a tear making its way across her waterline. She opened her mouth to say more, but she found her lips already pressed against his.

Bucky rolled them over, his frame hovering above y/n's as he covered her face in small, affectionate kisses.

"I love you too." He whispered against her ear, giving the lobe a playful nip that made y/n squeal and giggle, a sound that had Bucky grinning boyishly and tickling her sides with his slender fingers, relishing in the cute sound she made.

"Please!" She gasped, face red and tears of laughter streaking her face, "please, h-have mercy!" She pleaded with him.

"Only if you say it again." Bucky smirked, straddling her hips and tickling his fingers against her sides.

"Say what?" Y/n breathed, her small form writhing beneath his as he kept up him ministrations.

"You know exactly what." Bucky mumbled as he leant over y/n, beginning to kiss and suck her neck too.

"I love you." She said softly, voice not as crackly now that she'd spoken a little bit more. Bucky's fingers halted for a moment, his nose brushing against hers and their breaths mingled as his stared deeply into her eyes.

"I know." He whispered, pecking the tip of her nose before beginning to tickle the poor girl again, a wolfish grin playing against his lips.

"You promised!" Y/n gasped, trying desperately to get out his grip.

"Oops." Bucky mumbled against her lips, connecting them once again.

...

We had stayed in bed most of the morning, desperate to avoid Steve and my dad for as long as we possibly could. But at noon Bucky ushered me out of bed, claiming he was to meet with a friend and that it was bad for us to spend all day in bed.

I had sighed, getting out of bed with a huff before he was pulling me into his lap, back against his chest and his lips kissing my neck softly. His warm skin against mine made me relax, his hand on my cheek tilting my head back to meet his in a sweet kiss all the convincing I needed.

Sweaty, hot, and flustered, I panted as I climbed the stairs to the floor my apartment was on in the tower. I swiped my forehead, grimacing at the sticky feel of my sweat covering the back of my hand.

To blow off some steam and the manifesting stress of yesterday, I'd decided to go on a short run. That had turned into five bloody miles. So naturally, I was a knackered, panting mess with hair clinging to my face and sweat forming dark patches under my armpits.

I conquered the last flight of stairs - too stubborn to take the elevator as I was more likely to bump into Steve or Tony that way - and dragged my feet the whole way to my room.

I pushed the door open, a hundred-percent ready to flop onto either my bed or my sofa and die. But when I walked in, I was greeted by the sight of Bucky and some guy I'd never met sat at the small breakfast bar in the kitchen of my apartment, two coffee mugs resting in front of them.

The sound of the door opening had caught both mens' attention, both facing me. I offered a weak smile, shoulder slumped with her tiredness. I was mentally cursing, embarrassed that Bucky's friend was seeing me like this the first time we's met.

"Hey, doll." Bucky smiled, clearing his throat when I looked at him questioningly. "This is Sam. I hope you're okay with us using your room." Bucky said sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck and giving me an apologetic smile, "Steve was meant to show me to mine last night. Obviously that's not going to happen now." He said, met with a chuckle from Sam.

"You must be y/n. It's great to finally meet you." Sam smiled kindly, his face soft and he seemed to not be affected by my state, or if he was he didn't show it. I smiled back, slightly wider this time.

"Yeah. It's nice to meet you to, although Bucky's never mentioned you before." I commented, trying to keep my tone civil, the ache in me to just collapse to the floor growing. He chuckled, so did Bucky.

"I, uh, I met him a while back. Six months ago maybe? Of course, he was trying to kill me at the time." Sam said comically, slapping a hand onto Bucky's shoulder a Bucky looked down at his drink, pearly whites shown as he laughed.

"Oh." Was all I said, instantly connecting the dots. That's when I was with HYDRA, I realised. The second time. Sam stood slowly, grabbing his jacket from the back of the barstool before turning to me.

"Well, it was wonderful meeting you."

"You too." I smiled.

"And thank you for the coffee." He finished, directing it at Bucky this time. The soldier smiled and waved at Sam as he left, standing from his own seat to deposit the used mugs in the little sink. Sam's exit was announced bu the thud of the door as it swung shut.

"At least give a girl some warning, next time." I instantly chided, shoulder slumping at Bucky sauntered over to me. He was amusedly smiling, teeth on show as her hooked arm arm around my shoulders and pulled me into his chest.

"Sorry." He mumbled, placing a chaste kiss into my hair. "Now go have a shower, you need it." He said, pushing me away and turning me towards the bathroom.

"Hey!" I complained, yelping as I felt his hand connect with my ass as I began to walk away.

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Making Out (BLURB 4/4)

A/N: These are little preference type things where someone sends me a prompt or title and I do a little blurb for each guy💙 send me ideas my lovelies! And let me know what you think! 

Warnings: Mainly fluff, might be a lil’ something smutty here or there.

Luke

I feel like with Luke it would start with you both cuddling Petunia on a warm sunny afternoon. 

***

You had been lounging on the couch for most of the day, listening to chill music and enjoying each other’s company. Luke had been staring at his two girls for a long time now, watching you nuzzle your nose against the top of Piggy’s head and kiss her ears.

“I’m starting to feel neglected over here.” Luke’s voice comes out husky from lack of talking, the two of you enjoying the silence and peace of the lazy summer afternoon.

“Awh poor baby,” you tease, grinning cheekily at your boyfriend as you leave Petunia’s side to crawl across the couch to lay across Luke’s lap.

“Damn right,” He smiles sweetly at you, stroking his fingers across your cheek. You lean into his hand, sighing contently as you both stare into each others eyes. Your eyes sparkle with a bright and happy love in them as you lean up to peck your man on the lips.

Luke instantly deepens the movement of his lips on yours and his fingers slide through your hair to hold your head close. 

Without parting from the kiss you move to straddle his lap, your hands on his shoulders. You both want to be as physically close as you can get, with your bodies pressed up against each others. You both moan against each others mouths as your fingers tangle in his curls to give little tugs while his hands grip your neck and his thumbs rub over your jaw.

It wasn’t so much intense as it was needy, both of you playfully going between shorter pecks and long tongue rolling kisses as you wrapped yourself around each other.

You could feel that Luke was affected by your kisses and you couldn’t help the giggle that spills out of your lips, causing him to pull away and glare at you playfully.

“What are you laughing at there missy? I know it isn’t my amazing kissing skills.” You roll your eyes at his words and tug on his hair hairder making him laugh.

“Not at all bub, I just feel flattered that my superior kissing skills have affected you so much.” To prove your point you wiggle your hips causing Luke to gasp out loud.

“You’ve got me there love. What do ya say we move this to the bedroom?” He wiggles his eyebrows and gives you an exaggerated wink, causing you to laugh out loud and lean forward so your lips are to his ear.

“Sounds like a plan, but I think that it’s only fair if...” You dip your head lower to leave a long lick along the sensitive part of his neck causing Luke to shiver. “...Last one to the bedroom is a couch potato!” 

You jump off of Luke’s lap and run towards the bedroom, cackling loudly as you hear Luke’s footsteps behind you.

“Hey no fair!” His shout echoes through the halls as he chases after his girl.

Calum

Our loveable soft boi at his finest

***

You had been standing in the doorway for the best part of fifteen minutes, watching Cal’s face intently concentrating on his computer screen. He had been messing around with a new song idea and had recorded bits and pieces to mess around with. He’d listen to the same ten second clip about forty times and was ready to pull his hair out. He takes his headphones off and leaves them around his neck as he adjusts his cap. He rests his head back against the chair and groans softly, his eyes slipping shut.

You sigh softly, walking over to your man and placing your hands on his shoulders. He jumps slightly before relaxing into your gentle touch as you try to soothe his tense muscles.

“Don’t think I didn’t know you were watching me, creeper.” His words are a soft murmur and you gasp, spinning his chair around until he is facing you.

“If you knew then why didn’t you talk to me?” You fake hurt for a second before a smile fills your face and you sit softly in his lap. His arms go around your waist and his hands settle on your thighs, drawing a lazy pattern up and down your legs.

“I’m sorry doll, I was concentrating extra hard. Not that it helped, I’m still not sure what to do with it and my heads fucked.” His eyes look so tired that you can’t help but clutch his face in your hands, peppering kisses all over his cheeks and mouth.

“What do you say we order food in, I run you a hot bath while we wait for it and then we sit outside with a few beers and some music and relax? You can come back to this tomorrow with a fresh mind.” You press your forehead against his and place your hands on his shoulders again, rubbing the tension away.

“You’re too fucking good to me, but you got one thing wrong sweetness.” His words are low and heavy which makes your stomach tighten.

“What’s that?” Your words are hushed as you stare into his eyes, sure he can see the longing in yours.

“You’re going to run us a bath, if I’m going to relax I’m going to need my girl with me.” You smile at his words, nodding your head softly before Calum reaches a hand to the back of your neck and pulls you in for a kiss. His plush lips move against yours softly and you sigh into the kiss. 

After a few seconds you both pull away and you can see a twinkle returning to the eyes of your thoughtful boy. 

“I love you doll.”

“Love you always my music man.”

Your lips meet again and you just enjoy being close, getting drunk on the taste of each other.

Ashton

I miss our cheerful man, so I couldn’t resist this scenario.

***

The music was blaring through the house as you stood at the kitchen counter, shimmying your hips and using the mixing spoon as your microphone, your cake mix starting to look as it should.

“Woah, we’re halfway there woah, livin’ on a prayer!” You spun around, your fuzzy socks sliding across the floor. 

“Take my hand, we’ll make it I swear!” Ashton’s voice makes you jump as his arms wrap around your waist as he spins you around.

“Woah, livin on a prayer, living on a prayer!” You both sing your hearts out, laughing as you fall to the floor in a heap. An egg drops from the counter, heading for the floor when Ashton’s quick reflexes stop it from hitting the ground.

“So I see you’re having a productive day,” Ash’s eyes are teasing but the big smile on his face is infectious and you grin back at him.

“I’m making a cake, half of it is in the oven and I’ve just finished the second half - it’s going to be amazing!” You say proudly.

“I can see that angel, just don’t burn the house down again yeah?” You gasp, hitting him on the chest as you climb on top of him.

“Take that back Irwin! That was one time and I’d hardly call it burning the house down... it was just a little smoke!” You can’t stop the blush rising to your cheeks as Ash laughs, sitting up on the kitchen floor. 

“That cake was delicious if I remember, charcoal was very on trend back then.” He smirks, planting a kiss on your nose as you growl softly at him in annoyance.

“Well let me get back to this one if you don’t want a repeat, I don’t need your distractions today mister!” You go to get up when one of his hands goes to your back to keep you in place.

“Not all distractions are bad ones.” He murmurs, his lips finding yours. You both battle for dominance but Ash eventually wins (duh) and he deepens the kiss, his tongue rolling against yours before he leans back to bite your bottom lip. You get lost in the kiss, your hand sliding under his tee to feel his chest when you hear and feel a crunch against the back of your head before a trail of slime falls down your hair. You pull away in shock.

“Oh. No. You fucking didn’t.” His grin tells all and you look down at his hand to see the remnants of a crushed raw egg in his hands. “You’re about to fucking get it Irwin.”

The two of you pause for a moment before you’re both scrambling to reach for anything and everything you can get your hands on, flinging flour and cake mixture at each other until you yet again slip and land with a crash on the floor, only this time you are both covered in food.

“Damn it Ashton! I have to start again!” You’re words are scolding but the grin on your face can’t be hidden as you stare down the love of your life.

He laughs, pushing cake mix covered hair out of your face and pulling you in for another long drawn out kiss. The oven timer goes off and he stands, switching off the oven to avoid another cake burning disaster.

“Now now my little cupcake. You know the best part about making cakes?” You shake your head, taking the hand he holds out to you and lifting yourself off of the floor. He picks you up by your hips and wraps your legs around his waist, carrying you carefully through the house. “Washing it off each others bodies.”

Michael

Our gamer lad, seemed fitting

***

You had been led in bed for over an hour waiting for Mikey to finish his game. You weren’t annoyed at him by any means but you were beginning to feel neglected and in all honesty, needy.

You come up with a master plan and start walking towards his office, shedding your sweatpants leaving you only in Michael’s hoodie, your undies and the knee high socks you know drive him crazy. You can hear him talking on his headset and you chuckle under your breath as you swing the door open slightly. He looks extra cute today in his stripey sweater and glasses, a beanie sat on his messy hair.

He pauses the game at the sound of the door opening and turns to look at you, choking on his breath when he sees what your wearing.

He lifts the mic away from his mouth, swearing under his breath.

“Uh hey baby, you okay?” He asks, his eyes on your legs as you walk over to him.

“I’m feeling needy M, can I sit with you while you play?” You don’t wait for his answer before you straddle his lap, your legs folded next to his as you bury your face in his neck.

“Of course baby, you don’t need to ask. Are you sure you’re okay?” He strokes your back softly, feeling you nod your head against his neck.

He pecks your shoulder softly before repositioning his headset and continuing his game. You sit quietly for the next ten to fifteen minutes while he plays, nestling against his chest and feeling him shake with laughter or rumble when something goes wrong.

As he really settles into the gameplay you start littering tiny kisses against his neck. You feel him tense slightly before resuming the game, every chance he gets he rubs his hand across your back. You start deepening the kisses, pecking over the stubble and occasionally finding a spot to suck on softly. You feel him lip the mic once again.

“Baby, what are you doing?” He tenses, although he tilts his head slightly to the side so that you can reach more of his neck and you know that your plan is working. 

You lick where his neck and shoulder meet and you feel him shiver which lets you know to initiate the next part of the plan.

You start to circle your hips over his crotch softly and a little moan leaves his lips.

“You’re playing a dangerous game sweetheart.” He murmurs. You giggle softly against his neck and he sighs, gritting his teeth and sucking in a breath as you grind particularly hard down onto the growing bulge in his pants. He quits the game, ripping off his headset and throwing it onto the couch behind him.

He grips your jaw in his hand and roughly pulls your face to his, running his thumb over your bottom lip.

“So when you said you were needy...” His words trail off as he notices the desire in your eyes, your hips fully rocking against him. 

He uses his thumb on your bottom lip to open your mouth wide, slanting his face and leaning in so that he can crash his lips hard against yours. You give in to him straight away, kissing him as hard as you can. Your tongues wrestle back and forth and its a filthy kiss with so much need involved that it sets your bodies on fire.

It’s a few minutes before you’re both pulling away and panting hard, your head resting on his shoulder.

“Do you want to go back to bed or shall we just stay here?” His words are hushed but he hears your whine and knows exactly what you need. “I got you baby.” His fingers curl your hair around his fist and he moves your head so his lips can attach to your neck as other hand trails softly under the hoodie your wearing. Let’s just say he knows exactly what buttons to press, your gamer guy.

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Do you write fluff too? Can I request the courtiers reacting to reader kissing their hands when they meet? UwU

Yesss!~ I gotchu babe!~ I love fluff with these basterds uwu.

EDIT: I JUST realized that you said “when they meet”. I’m at Valdemar just realizing that FML. I hope this is still ok with you... I can rewrite it with them first meeting you if you want you’ll just have to comment or whatever lol.

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Volta

You’re kinda sudden with it because catching Volta off guard with something cute makes her blush oh so nicely and squeal.

You watch her gobble up her food clearly happy with the taste but then again is there any taste she doesn’t like? You shrug at the thought before going back to watching her.

She doesn’t look up until she realizes you’re taking a while to eat. She looks at you with those curious eyes and puffy cheeks. She takes the time to swallow her food before speaking.

“Is something wrong love? Do you not like the food?” She asked and now there’s a bit of a worried tone as she reaches over to pluck a chocolate covered strawberry off your plate as if to try feeding you. Something she has done a couple times but as you watch her hum at the fruit you can tell she’s contemplating on stuffing it in her mouth instead of yours.

You smooth, catching her hand before before she can hold the fruit in her small hand. Your fingers lace in her’s and without a second to waste you lay a loving kiss along her knuckles.

“It’s nothing darling, you’re simply so cute. I can’t help but watch you.” You grin. Oh the blush that covers her face in less the 0.2 seconds. There’s a loud squeal and you know servants hear it because who wouldn’t?

It doesn’t take long for her trying to climb into your lap. “Oh (y/n)!” She squeals as she tried to press loving kisses all over your face as you giggle.

She loves the hand kisses, as well as the forehead kisses and the nose kisses and literally any other kiss. As long as I comes from you she’s happy.

Vlastomil

Vlastomil is much like Volta but then again he doesn’t expect such actions so sometimes he seems shocked to receive them.

Vlastomil is actually busy and when you two run into each other he always greets you first. He’s excited whenever you’re around and he can’t help but come up to you whenever you both have time.

Today you both seem to have time and thanks to that you’re laying outside with him in a patch of shady grass and Wriggler runs around enjoying the nice breeze. In the time of you dating Vlastomil you have noticed he rants a bit but it’s definitely fine, you can’t help but find it cute.

If he isn’t talking about you guy’s favorite worm or what happened at the palace then he’s talking about you. He talks about you in such loving ways that sometimes you can’t help but blush brightly or laugh.

He’s definitely a ‘nerd’ and usually you surprise attacks happens when he’s working at his desk at night in your shared room. He works a lot and you get pouty about it after a while.

His back is to you and you walk up behind him dressed in night clothes wishing for cuddles. While you could just tell him to get in bed, there’s nothing wrong with playing with him a little. Your chest pressed against his back and the hand that’s holding a pen stops for a moment as you smile.

“Y/n? Is something the matter? Can I help you?” He asks already confused but you say nothing. As you reach down you lace your fingers in his hand and with awe he lets you pull his hand up to your lips where you lay a kiss on each part of his boney knuckle.

He’s blushing now and he blinks owlishly before his eyes fall lidded watching how carefully you press kisses against his skin. He doesn’t speak until your down. Opening your eyes which you hadn’t realized you closed until now.

“Please get in bed my love.. it’s lonely without you.” You hum and he nods. Such a good boy he is..~

“Of course” he chuckled as you freed his hand to where he puts all his things away before getting out of his chair as you lead the way back to bed where the two of you can cuddle for the rest of the night.

Valerius

Valerius would love to not go to these masquerades.. there’s far too much noise and while he drink quite a bit of wine of a daily basis there’s far too many people who simply can’t hold their alcohol. The poor fools.

The only reason he’s still seated in his chair is because one, he’d be annoyed to leave now and miss something interesting and two, you. You’re here. Right next to him seeming as if you’re having quite a bit of fun listening to the music and chatting with a man next to you.

Wait.. a man next to you? He looks past you to the other and the annoyance he’s producing catches both of your attention. Valerius isn’t one to admit he’s jealous.. he wouldn’t even call it jealousy just protectiveness. Valerius also isn’t one to be the first to give hugs or kiss, especially not in public.

It bothers you sometimes but it’s understandable as well. The man grows uncomfortable, as he should, and Valerius doesn’t take his hard glare away from him until he’s out of view and once he is Valerius looks away as if nothing happened.

You have to admit, while Valerius is a bit of a tsudere you do like it when he silently interferes like that. It shows that he does care a great deal for you. While you are a little confused as to why he did that you can’t help but smile at him.

His hand is crossed over his chest but it doesn’t stop you from reach over and taking it. He pauses and looks at you, pulling the lip of the glass away from his lips. “What are you doing?” He asked with a huff and you shush him. “You know you like it..” you counter.

It’s true, behind closed doors Valerius loves holding you against him, hugging and kissing you skin but as always he won’t admit that. He lets you hold his hand looking away for a second only to look back as you pulling it closer until you can lay a kiss on his skin.

He blushes deeply but if you ask about it he’ll just say it’s the wine but you both know the real answer..

Vulgora

Vulgora doesn’t back down to anything.. ok but if you catch them at the right time or bluff enough maybe they will but that isn’t the point right now.

They’re irritated, which isn’t knew but whenever they are people usually call on you to straighten them up. If angry and you show up almost immediately they’ll calm down a bit, still irritated but not as much as they had been before you showed up.

“Darling? What’s wrong?” You’ll ask as you approach them and with a frustrated hiss they’ll fall back into a chair like a child ready to throw a fiery tantrum. Literally..

“It’s so annoying! Irritating! Frustrating! It’s like you humans run on pecans for brains! What’s wrong with you all?” They ramble as you sigh. At the beginning on your relationship their words would have hurt you but after a while you’ve learned that they don’t consider you the same as those people.

You look almost sympathetic. You agree many people are those things but you’d rather calm them than agree with them and risk tossing oil in the small flame. You come over and they look up at you lifting a brow only for their eyes to widen as you climb into their lap.

“What are you doing?” They asked almost sounding a little frightened. Vulgora May be rather blunt but you realized a while ago that you still have to be careful with them in things like this. You are once of their first partners in a very long time.

You take their hand and with a smile and hum you press a kiss against them. The gauntlet is off because while they did prefer wearing them sometimes they could be caught without them. (Suddenly have the need to do hand headcanons..)

They watch you in silence, the redness on their cheeks gets redder Android we’re sure that if you asked about it they’d tell you to shut it before they push you off of them. Vulgora is a blushing mess at this point before they carefully wave you off.

“Stop that..” they huffed, their free hand wrapping around you to keep you against them while you giggle against them.

“Ok ok, no need to be grumpy.~” you reply nuzzling against them. They’re much calmer now and while you both have work to do they can spend a couple minutes with you before you both have to separate.

Valdemar

PDA isn’t really something Valdemar is too keen on. Mainly when it comes to you doing it to them and not vice versa. They’re like a cat, they can touch you but you can’t touch them. Deal with it. Behind closed doors though it doesn’t matter all that much.

Valdemar is working hard like always, sitting behind their desk working on papers and things like that.

You don’t even have to knock because you’re special and they never get tired of having you around unlike how they do when the other courtiers are around or people in general. You’re welcomed.

You huff at them, patients are gone and other doctors as well as yourself have cleaned up so all you want to do now is go back to their manor and rest. Of course you should have expected them to be still here and still working but seeing how they didn’t even look up from their work made you sigh.

“Valdemar dear?” You start off already making your way over to them. You might have to encourage them into dropping their work and giving up for the night.

“Yes my little magician?” They reply only now taking the time to actually look at you. You’re quite visibly tired and it’s only when they see that do they hesitate on continuing their work. While Valdemar themselves don’t sleep too often they knew you needed to.

You continue to approach until they shift a little and now there’s room for you. Without a moments hesitation you’re in their lap, back to them to which they sigh. “Y/n.. I’m busy right now..” they start but even so they pull one of their hands to wrap around your waist pulling you closer before they slide their head between the space of your neck and shoulder.

Before you two had gotten too physical sitting in their lap or taking in your scent like they were doing right now would make Valdemar tingle all over. As if being itchy.. now however they couldn’t help but sigh a little in relief and hold you closer. “You’re always busy..” you reply with a bit of attitude to which they hum. You definitely had a point there..

Your hand finds their free one and willingly they let the pen they’ve been holding fall from between their fingers. Today definitely has been a long day.. well honestly it’s been a long week. Both of you needed each other. You sense the energy and with a tired smile you tilt your head giving them more access to your smooth skin to which they start leaving light kiss. You squeezed their hand and they squeezed back before you guide their hand to your lips.

You can feel their lips form a smile against you skin as you press a sweet kiss against their knuckles. They’re so soft for you.. some of the other doctors have noticed it but never bring it up knowing Valdemar will either scold them or act like they don’t know what they were talking about. You hummed softly as their eyes fell shut and they kissed you skin again. “Ok.. let’s head home shall we?” They’ll mumble against you to which you nod.

Finally.~

Now I know it’s not like the request asked for since I’m slow BUUUUT I hope y’all liked the fluff!

[holylulusworld]

The line he crossed

Summary: To get hold of Brock Rumlow, his nemesis Steve Rogers is not holding back. He will cross lines if he has to, even if this means to use Brock’s sister to take him down.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, Brock Rumlow x Sister!Reader

Characters: Nick Fury, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, mentions of Pietro Maximoff/Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Scott Lang, Wanda Maximoff, Jack Rollins

Warnings: angst, undercover work, investigations, shy reader, mentions of kidnapping, fake identities, virgin reader, light smut, protected sex, oral (female receiving), fingering, making out, a hint of dirty talk, comforting, fluff

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“Boss, we are sorry, but we can’t find your sister. She suddenly disappeared. No one at the hospital knows where she’s gone. She only called to tell them that there was an emergency and she needs a few days off.” Brock’s features darken before his fist meets Rollin's face.

“I told you to bring me my sister, not bad news. She’s with that bastard, fucking his dick and you stand here and whine about not being able to do your fucking job!” Furious Brock aims a gun at Jack’s head. “You have till tomorrow to find out where that asshole is keeping my sister!”

“Boss, we can’t find your sister but one of our rats told us he saw Wanda Maximoff. Shall we get her? You could use her to get hold of Y/N. She’s like a sister to your sister.” Jack spits blood onto the floor, smirking at Brock. “I like me a little kidnapping in the morning boss.”

“Get her but do not hurt that chick. We need her unharmed. When I got Y/N, you can have fun with that Maximoff bitch.” Jack smirk’s , knowing Brock would do anything to get hold of you.

“I am on it, boss. One of my best men keeps an eye on that little redhead. I bet she knows where Y/N is hiding or at least can reach her. I will bring you your sister in no time…”

“What’s next?” Sighing Fury rubs his forehead nervously. “Wilson?”

“We got a problem, boss. According to my ‘ATF-friend’, one of Brock’s men observed Wanda Maximoff. I am afraid we’ve got no other choice than getting hold of Y/N’s friend before it’s too late.”

“Problems without an end.” Bucky sighs as he looks at the latest report from Natasha. “Pietro won’t cooperate until Wanda is safe with them. Sam is right – we need Maximoff’s sister like yesterday.” 

“It’s not about the case, Bucky. This is about keeping an innocent girl safe. I don’t want to know what Brock has planned for Wanda or Y/N.” Looking at Fury for confirmation Sam gets his phone out. “Can I tell Scott that get her?”

“Get her. We can’t risk she falls into Brock’s hands.” Looking at the message from one of his undercover agents Fury’s features darken. “We’ve got a fucking problem…”

“Another one? Great day for problems…” Bucky snickers. “What’s wrong?”

“Brock is sticking his nose into Steve’s file and I am afraid, he’s close to finding out Steve Winter does not exist. Call Steve, he needs to tell Y/N the truth.” While Bucky hesitates Sam dials Scott’s number.

“Get her, Lang. We can’t wait any longer.” Nodding Bucky leaves the room to dial Steve’s number. “Good, thanks, Scott. Clint will come to provide back-up.”

“Is Maximoff save?” 

“Scott got her half an hour ago, boss. It was a close call, one of Brock’s rats is dead, another will not make it to the hospital, but the girl is unharmed.” Falling onto a chair Sam rubs his sweaty hands over his pants. “She’s pissed, scared and wants to talk to Y/N.”

“Not yet, Sam. Steve needs to talk to Y/N first. If we confront the poor girl with too many cops, she’ll have a break-down or crap.” Fury’s jaw clenches when Bucky enters the room, an unreadable expression on his face.

“I can’t reach Steve. He does not answer my calls. I end up on his mailbox.” Sam jumps up, nodding at Bucky before they run out of the room.

“Make sure they are safe. No hasty decisions. Call Natasha and Bruce for back-up, not one else. Right now, we can only trust the inner circle…”

Steve’s lips are soft against yours. His hands run up and down your back as he tries to break the kiss, but you make it impossible for him to think straight.

Not with your soft body on top of him, or the way you cradle his face.

“Doll, I need…I need to tell you something. I…” Your lips are on Steve’s again. This time you roll your hips to feel his bulge pressed against your clothed core.

“I don’t want to talk or get to know secrets right now. All I want is you…” Your lips press against his throat and Steve forgets about everything else when you rub yourself against him.

“Y/N, maybe we shouldn’t do this now. We should…god…” Pressing your body hard down Steve’s you give him a wink before you open your blouse.

His eyes watch you slide the fabric down your shoulders, and he can’t resist - he must touch your skin. 

Steve runs his hands over your stomach, up to your chest to cup your breasts. A moan escapes your lips when he pinches your nipples.

“You look so beautiful on top of me, Y/N.” Steve let you take control, just watches you slide the straps of your nude bra down your shoulders.

For a moment you hesitate, bite your lower lip and he sits up to cover your hands with his. 

“We can stop, Baby Girl. Let’s just…” Not wanting to stop you rock your hips and Steve’s eyes darken.

One hand cups the back of your neck to press your lips to his while the other unclasp your bra.

“I don’t want to stop, Steve…” Mumbling the words against his lips you slide your fingers through his hair, not missing he dips one hand between your bodies to unbutton your shorts.

“We barely know each other, doll. I…I am no good for you…” Lips crushing against Steve’s you silence his protests. The last days you replayed what happened with Brock in your head and decided you will take control over your life.

“I want you to be my first, Steve. I don’t have control over what will happen with Brock, my job or anything else but this is my decision.”

“You don’t understand Mr. ATF. Y/N is my friend, my sister and I told her to fuck that guy! He’s a freaking cop and Y/N will hate me if she finds out!” Wanda pokes her finger into Scott's chest, glaring at the ATF agent with angry eyes.

“Lady, all I can tell you is that your friend is safe with my colleague. I know you have no reason to trust me or anyone else but that guy, the one who tried to grab you works for Brock Rumlow.” Wanda gasps at Scott’s words. Her heart starts racing and she can feel a cold shiver run down her spine.

“He is a sick bastard. We need to warn Y/N. Brock will not stop until he gets hold of my friend.”

“Steve takes care of your friend, promised.” Clint gives Scott a firm nod before he leads Wanda out of the building. “Two of my colleagues will join our team and bring you to your family. All you have to do for now is to stay safe to make sure Rumlow can’t use you to blackmail your friend.”

“I’ll do anything to protect Y/N. She’s like a sister to me…”

He shoves his hand into your shorts, dipping his fingers into your wetness and you grind against him.

There’s no holding back when you whimper his name. Steve’s finger deftly stroke your clit, rolling it between his finger and you suck in a breath at the look on his face.

“So beautiful for me…” He kisses you like a man starving while his hand works your heated flesh.

You thrust your hips forward and let him rub you slowly as his free hand moves to your chest, flicks your hardened nipple.

“Just like that, doll.” His voice drips of lust and you are sure, Steve will eat you alive when he flips you onto your back to drag your shorts and panties down.

He works his way between your legs, just looks up at you for a moment before he nuzzles your mound.

“Oh—god, Stevie.” Your hands fly to his head to press his face into your sex. “Do you…oh…my…”

You will not tell her so, but Wanda was right. Riding Steve’s beard could be fun. 

While you try to not make too many noises Steve’s suckles at your clit. There’s something in his blue eyes when he looks up at you. 

Guilt? Fear? You can’t put a finger on it, not with the way he slides two fingers into you to catch your g-spot. “Just relax, Y/N. I’ve got you, doll. There is no need to be scared.”

You press your thighs together cage Steve’s head, but he doesn’t care. Determined to open you up he slides his fingers in and out of you, scissoring his digits repeatedly.

“Steve…feels…good…” Back arching you watch Steve wrap his lips around your clit to suck harshly the moment you feel your walls contort around his fingers. 

“You still sure? We can stop and just watch a movie or something.” Your eyes roam Steve for a moment. His chin glistened with your juices, his lips are pink and swollen but the most erotic thing is his eyes focused on you.

“Steve, don’t make me beg you.” Waving your index finger, you try to look sexy for the man between your legs. “I…I am nervous and if you reject me…”

“Gosh, doll! I want nothing more than to feel you around me. Make you cum on my cock and hear your hoarse voice call my name…” Now your eyes round and you giggle at Steve’s words.

“You are a dirty talker Stevie…”

“No…not really. I mean…I want you, Y/N.”

Steve leaves the bed to strip his clothes off. While he tries to get out of his pants your eyes are glued to his torso. 

His muscles flex with every movement and you bite your index finger as he slides his boxers down.

A gasp escapes your lips watching his cock bob when he fishes a condom out of his wallet.

“Always prepared…” Whispering the word you nervously gulp as Steve rolls the condom over his erection. You’ve seen men in porn but Steve beats them for sure. “You’re…big…”

“I will not hurt you, doll.” Humming you watch Steve pry your legs apart with his hands, settling between them. 

You let your body fall back onto the pillow, just watch him drape his body over yours. Steve carefully lines up with your entrance, ignores his ringing phone in the living room, as he starts to inch his way into your slick channel.

“Steve…” Sliding your hands over his chest you glance down your body to watch him slowly disappear inside of you until shaky gasps leave your lips. He’s panting on top of you, mutters your name as one rough hand hooks your leg over his waist.

“You’re so tight, Baby Girl. Just relax…” His lips move against yours to distract you from the way he tilts his hips to bottom out. “God…”

“I am so full of you…” Hiding your face in his neck you giggle as you can feel his cock twitch. “Feels odd, Stevie.”

“Am I hurting you? Shall I pull out.” Worriedly looking at your face Steve smiles as you slide your fingers over his bearded chin. “No, Steve. I just never felt someone inside of me. But I am glad it’s you, Baby…” You wrap your leg around his waist as Wanda told you to do so.

While you try to remember everything, she tried to teach you Steve’s lips press against yours and his body starts to move on top of yours.

Slowly Steve slides out then pushes back in, pulls out then pushes in, finding a rhythm taking your breath away. One hand grips your left thigh, as the other creeps behind your head to bring you closer to his lips.

You try to meet his thrusts to not just lie there to take the pleasure he brings.

You moan against his lips, slide your hands over his arms to grip his shoulders tightly. Then you raise your hips, finding a pace matching Steve’s to let his noises grow louder. His eyes widen when you start cursing his name.

 “Are you close?” Steve’s words are barely a whisper as he’s busy to moan your name against your lips. “Baby?”

“I…I am not sure, but it feels good, Stevie.” You are close, but don’t want to admit it as this feels too good. “I…”

“I’ve got you, doll. Just give me one more, Y/N. I want to feel it…you…” Your arms wrap tightly around his neck and you crush your lips onto Steve’s.

Your walls grip Steve tightly, cause him to break the kiss. A cry leaves your lips and you press your head against Steve’s forehead, laughing as your high let your lips quiver.

“That was…” Humming Steve gives you shallow thrusts, rides your high out before his hips stutter and you feel something warm hit the condom. “Perfect…”

“You were perfect, Sweetheart. I mean…how do you feel? Does anything hurt?” Steve peppers soft kisses to your forehead, concerned he hurt you.

“I feel great, Stevie. Exhausted. Sore. But great…”

“Why did you call me?” Whispering Steve watches you sleep peacefully on his bed. You are wearing one of his shirts and his heart swells every time you whimper his name in your sleep. 

“Punk, we’ve got a freaking problem! I tried to tell you that Brock was after Wanda Maximoff. We had to bring her to a safe house which means Y/N will not be able to reach her friend.” Bucky explains the situation while Sam tightens the grip on the steering wheel.

“Sam and I are on our way to you. We have to make a stop to check on Pietro and if he can tell us more but be prepared, we have to tell your girl we are cops.” Steve’s throat tightens at the thought he must reveal his true identity soon after you gave yourself to him.

“Buck, she will hate me…I…I can’t…” 

“You know that Brock digs deep to find anything against you. He could already know you are a cop!”

“I can’t tell her I am a cop. Bucky, I will lose her…” 

“What did you do Stevie?” Bucky’s eyes meet Sam’s as Steve reveals what happened not three hours ago. “Fuck…Steve…”

“What? Did something happen?” Shaking his head Bucky sighs. “Bucky? What’s wrong?”

“Steve slept with Y/N and she was…innocent. I am afraid that punk is in love with her and refuses to tell her about his job…”

“We’ve got no choice, Bucky. If Steve doesn’t tell her…I’ll do so…”

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[whatcouldgowrong-ohthat]

Andie Barnes

“First” Date - Age 15

Summary: Andie has a real date. Let’s see what Bucky and Y/N think.

Word Count: 1888 words

Warnings: protective parents, Andie learning where she falls with her sexuality

Special Appearances: Forge and Jubilee

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Andie was back for Christmas and their home was brimming with excitement. Though they knew Xavier’s was the best fit for Andie, having her home really meant a lot. To all of them.

“Higher up on that side, Rainbow.” Bucky grinned, gesturing to her side of the lights. “Your mom hates when they’re uneven.”

Andie groaned, trying to get as high on her toes as possible. “I know, but I’m short,” she whined. Throwing her head back, she knocked her long locks out of her face. Her fingers brushed the hook before, finally, she got the lights around it. The icicle lights hung around the edge, flickering against the real thing. New York meant snow and icicles, but that didn’t stop Y/N from insisting they decorate the balcony.

Andie dropped onto the heels of her feet, flushed cheeks and tinted nose showing the cold was getting the best of her. “When are we decorating the tree?” She looked at Bucky, laughing at his Rudolph-red nose. “I thought you were the Winter Soldier!”

“Shut up.” Bucky laughed. The two went inside and yanked off gloves before Bucky was bumping up the heater. “How does hot chocolate sound?”

“Do you even have to ask?” She took off her beanie before blowing air into her hands, trying to get some warmth back into them. “Oh! Can you make cinnamon pancakes?”

“Sure thing. Y/N should be back in a bit and then we can get to work on decorating the tree. How about you get some of the ornaments unpacked, huh?”

She was already moving to the boxes, rainbows and diamonds flickering over her skin with excitement. They fell into a rhythm so quick. It was different from their first Christmas together. No more awkwardness and worrying about anyone being uncomfortable. It was perfect.

Well, messy for sure. But definitely perfect. 

“What are you getting your mom for Christmas?”

“I could ask you the exact same thing, Old man!”

Bucky snorted, already mixing up the ingredients for pancakes as the Keurig started making hot cocoa. “Fine. Keep your secrets.”

Andie hesitated at that. She straightened, picking up one of her childhood ornaments and twisting it between her fingers. “Actually…speaking of secrets…”

Bucky looked up, raising a brow and pointing the spoon at her. “No. Secrets are done as a family. You know that.”

Andie pouted, walking up to the bar and planting her arms on it. She batted her lashes and Bucky scoffed.

He looked back at the bowl, shaking his head. “No, not going to work this time.”

“Please?”

Bucky huffed, setting the spoon down. He braced his hands on the counter and levelled her with a look. “I fought in World War 2 and was an elite assassin for years. Do you really think the puppy dog eyes are going to work?”

Andie rest her chin on the bar, wide eyes shining with multiple colors that could only come from those crazy powers of hers. “Pwetty please? For your little Rainbow?”

Damn it.

--

Y/N opened the door, bumping her hip against it to get it closed as she shuffled the bags in her arms. “I’m home!” She looked around, surprised by the empty apartment. “Hello? Where did you guys go?” She set a couple bags on the counter, tucking one into the closet to wrap for future Christmas presents.

“Y/N!”

She jumped, looking up as Bucky frantically walked into the living room. He was clammy, pacing – eyes wild. “Whoa, who’s haunting your ass,” she teased, grabbing his arms as Bucky bounced from one foot to the other. He looked terrified.

A weird look for someone in his profession.

“Babe. Sweetheart, what’s going on?” She squeezed his arms, interlacing their fingers and kissing his cheek.

“She – Andie – I…” Bucky closed his eyes, forcing himself to take a breath. “Andie…told me something.”

Y/N shrugged. “Okay. And?”

Bucky gulped. “Date. She wants to go on a date.”

Y/N laughed. “Is that all?” Grabbing the bags off the counter, she started unpacking them one by one. “She’s fifteen. This is not her first date.”

“Wait, what?”

“Buck. You have to know that.” She turned to face him, offering a reassuring smile as he moved to stand in front of her. He pressed his forehead against hers as she lightly traced the inside of his flesh wrist. “Look at it this way. She lives upstate surrounded by a bunch of kids her age. They’re all mutants. I would have thought she’d start dating up there a lot sooner. That’s why I had the sex talk with her!”

“AH!” Bucky grimaced, covering his ears as Y/N rolled her eyes.

“You are such a baby. Stop that.” She pulled his arms down. “Andie had no interest in having sex, but I wasn’t going to risk her being uninformed. I’m a labor and delivery nurse for crying out loud.”

Still unable to hide his disgust at the idea of Andie doing that, Bucky shoved his hands in his pockets. “I still remember when she was just a kid terrorizing the Avengers and making us think she was lost in the compound.”

“And I remember when she took her first steps. Buck.” She smiled, loving that he was being such a protective parent. “I love how concerned you are about this, but trust me. Andie wants us to be involved. She wants to know what’s good and bad in all of this. I’m not going to force restrictions on her when she’s being so honest about it. It’s not right.”

Bucky sighed. He knew she was right. But still…the idea of some teenage boy trying to take advantage of that sweet girl? No. Bucky wasn’t going to allow that. He might not be Hydra’s greatest asset anymore, but he was still the Winter Soldier.

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The three were in the middle of hanging ornaments when the buzzer sounded. Andie bit her lip, noticing the way Bucky and Y/N looked at one another as she went to the door. They all knew who it was.

Andie’s date.

It only took a couple minutes before there was a knock at the door. “I’ll get it,” Y/N told them. “And you be nice.” She gave a pointed look at Bucky who simply raised his hands, trying to remain innocent. She opened the door, voice loud enough for Bucky and Andie to hear introductions. “Well, we’re all in here.” She opened the door wider.

“Hey, Forge!”

Andie smiled, all teeth and sparkly eyes as she tackled Forge in a hug. It was then Bucky heard it. A similar whirring that often came from his arm. Instead, it came from Forge’s leg.

Fuck.

Bucky smiled as Forge set his little Rainbow down and looked to him. He held out his hand. “Hey. I’m one of Andie’s classmates.”

Bucky sighed softly. He looked from Forge to Y/N and knew he had to play nice. The kid was being respectful. “Bucky.” He shook Forge’s hand, the gears in his metal arm earning an excited grin from the kid. “But you can call me ‘James’.”

The smile fell.

“Forge is a mutant too,” Andie told him.

“Uh, yeah.” He scratched the back of his neck, shrugging slightly. “I can create any machine I can imagine. Have it working too.”

Bucky was impressed. When Andie liked a guy, she liked a capable one. “Sound like the new Tony Stark.”

Forge’s face contorted as he shook his head. “Weapons of mass destruction in hands of baby billionaires aren’t exactly my…dream.”

Bucky hadn’t realized his jaw had dropped until he heard Y/N snort. He closed his mouth. The last thing he had expected was…well, that. “So what do you two have planned?”

“Um…” Andie and Forge looked like they had been asked what the answer was to world peace. “We were going to play it by ear actually.”

Bucky frowned. On the fly? Really? That didn’t sound good enough for Andie.

Before he had a chance to comment, Y/N was guiding them to the door. “Andie can send me a text when you two figure it out. Just make sure she’s back by eleven.”

“Alright, mom.” Andie spun around, giving her a quick hug before the two were out the door.

Y/N closed it, slumping against the door. “Let the poor girl be a teenager! And that’s coming from me. You know? The one who always worries?”

Bucky sighed, taking slow strides. She was practically pinned between him and the door when a certain glint flickered in his eyes.

Y/N knew that look. “Oh no. You were about to try and make that poor boy shit his pants and now – “

Bucky laughed, nuzzling her neck and placing light kisses along her exposed skin. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “Really. Let me make it up to you.”

Y/N laughed. “Make it up to me, huh?” She nudged his head up, nose brushing his before she kissed him. Her arms wrapped around his neck, tugging him closer. “Fine,” she mumbled against his lips. Bucky groaned, pushing her against the door. “You have until eleven.”

Bucky grinned, nipping at her lip as his hand trailed up her back. “I think I can work with that.”

--

Meanwhile, Andie and Forge made their way downstairs. While there was a friendliness between the two, that was it. Just friends. “You’re going to have to tell them someday, Andie. They seem like they would be really understanding.”

Andie nodded. “I know. I really do. But…what if this date is just…guessing? What if it’s completely wrong and I’m totally straight?”

“Says the walking, talking rainbow,” Forge teased, nudging her arm with his.

“Shut up, Doodad. I’m learning.” She shoved her hands in her pockets. “Right now, this is figuring out what I feel. Then…well, when I know, they’ll know.”

Forge sighed. He leaned against the door, pushing it open for her. “I still think you should go ahead and tell them.”

“Yeah, because it totally makes sense to say, “Hey, Mom? Dad? I know I’ve put you guys through hell already what with being a mutant and getting the sperm-doner ex to basically attempt to murder us, but I might also be a lesbian. Oh! And the guy you two met? He’s basically the buffer for me and the girl I like because I don’t know what the fuck I’m actually feeling.”” Andie looked at Forge. “Am I leaving anything out?” She sighed. “I’m sorry. I just – It’s a lot, Doodad.”

“I know.” Forge looped his arm around her shoulders, squeezing her and ruffling her hair. “We’ll figure it out. And if you need people in your corner, we’ll be there for you. We’re your family, Andie.”

Andie smiled. Up ahead, she could already see the spiked black hair and yellow jacket that always made her heart skip a beat.

Okay…maybe it was already a little more than a crush.

“Fuck,” Andie whispered. “It’s definitely more than a crush.”

Forge nodded. “Yup. But that’s okay. One day at a time, right?”

Andie sighed softly. “Right. A day at a time. And one of those days…I have to tell my parents.”

Forge grimaced, but it was quickly whipped away as Jubilee waved their way. “Yeah, probably. But that’s another day. Right now, it’s time to show her a good time.”

Andie whimpered. Oh, she was so screwed.

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Portals, Tony Stark decided, were illegal.

He hadn’t liked portals since he flew through one carrying a missile to the other side of the universe. Didn’t appreciate them haunting his nightmares and the edges of his consciousness. But he did not hate them until this moment – when his girlfriend disappeared into one.

The portal was meant to cast the alien soldiers and the alien soldiers alone onto a desolated, disintegrating planet. One moment thousands of metal bodies were pulled from the field and sucked into the portal, the next one of them grabbed Natasha pulled her in with them. Tony screamed her name and dived towards her. But he was too slow, too far away. Thor reacted at the same time, flying though the portal just as it collapsed on itself.

Tony crash-landed on the ground where the portal to space had been seconds ago. The Iron Man suit opened up and he fell out of it and sank into the tall grass.

The sun slanted gentle golden rays over the New England field. All was still, without even a breeze to stir the stalks of wheat and grass. There was nothing to suggest that moments ago, this had been ground zero for a fight against an extraterrestrial troop. Nothing to suggest that moments ago, they were six Avengers instead of four.

His brain felt like it had short-circuited and he was trying to reboot it. It took him a while – no more than a second or two in real time but it felt like an eternity because of how his mind always raced overtime – to register the yelling.

“NATASHA!" Clint raged, kicking at the grass. “Open it, goddammit”

Tony’s mind whirled back into action, a million miles per second. He thought of Natasha in some remote corner of the universe. No suit, no oxygen. Was there a breathable atmosphere on that planet? Her skin rapidly cooling as the air left her lungs. Her last moments before she lost consciousness cold and lonely. Tony knew that a normal human could survive in space for a minute. Natasha, with her enhanced biology, could last for a little longer. Probably not much. There was no decomposition in space – her body would remain on that distant planet forever, until it was swallowed by its sun or –

“Can you open it again?” Steve’s question brought Tony crashing back down to Earth. It was directed at Jane Foster. The astrophysicist was the reason they could open a portal and send the alien army back into the outskirts of space.

She was already entering commands into a device as she answered. “Working as fast as I can, Cap.” She turned to Tony and Bruce and rattled off a string of things to check and prep. Like Tony, Bruce was only just regaining his composure. But the instructions helped both of them pull themselves together. Jane was the most level-headed of the three scientists, and only her hurried movements betrayed her anxiety as she tapped rapidly at the screen of the device.

Tony forced himself to snap out of it. Being in a daze was the last thing that would help bring Natasha back. Every second he was numbed with shock was a second wasted on their precious window for rescue. He took a deep breath to gather himself before he approached the console at which Jane and Bruce were working. Bruce gave Tony’s shoulder a squeeze but did not say anything. There was nothing he could say that was more comforting or more useful than putting all his energy and focus into the task at hand.

It took two and a half minutes – the longest 150 seconds of Tony’s life – to reopen the portal. The blue edges fizzed, and out of the shimmering, space-deep centre, stepped Thor and Natasha. An arm around each other’s waist, electricity crackling around them, lightning in Thor’s eyes.

Tony barely registered that the cry came from his own mouth. He ran towards them, Jane right behind him. Pulled Natasha into his arms and crashed his lips against hers. A shot of electricity sent him recoiling with a yelp. It was only with years of being Iron Man that he didn’t stumble and fall on his behind. Natasha made a surprised sound. Remnants of lightning sparking across her bodysuit and skin. Thor’s booming laugh sounded over the field. In Jane’s arms, his eyes were back to their usual shade of blue, not the electric glow earlier.

Clint jogged up and hugged Natasha. He flinched at the electric shock but didn’t let go. The two spies swayed in their embrace and he lifted her slightly off the ground. “Nat, you lucky bastard,” he mumbled before he set her back down on her feet. “How was space?"

“Awful.” she deadpanned. “Would not recommend."

“Good,” Steve interjected. “No one is allowed to do that ever again.” Despite his stern words, his tone was warm, revealing his concern for his teammates. “Especially you, Romanoff.”

“Not to mention that I’d be all your boyfriend has left, and I’m a pretty poor substitute,” Bruce added.

Natasha began to make a snarky comment, but she stopped mid-word when her eyes landed on Tony.  

“He’s right, honey, I don’t think my poor heart can handle that one more time.”

Natasha’s expression softened the slightest bit. “Okay,” she agreed. “No more impromptu space trips.”

“Good.” Tony said firmly. He reached for her again, feeling relief only when her body fit against his and her arms wound around his neck. The contact of his bare skin against hers still gave him a small electric shock, but this time nothing could make him let go of her. He cradled the back of her head in his hand, nuzzling his nose into her cheek. He made a mental note to add extra oxygen supply to her suit and everyone else’s.

Sparks still danced on her lips when he kissed her again, giving him a light zap.

“Um, Jane?” He asked, “How long does the electricity thing last for?”

“A while.” Mischief danced in Jane’s eyes.

“Oh, and Thor?” Tony said. Thor stopped and looked back at him. “Thank you.” There was more gratitude in his voice than he could express in those two words, but Thor understood.

He gave a single nod. “I’m not losing any of my brothers or sisters-in-arms, if I can help it.”

He wrapped an arm around Jane’s waist and the scientist returned the gesture. They walked away, probably to find a quiet part of the field for a moment of their own.

“Have fun with the electricity thing,” Jane called over her shoulder.

Tony almost choked but Natasha chuckled. “Oh, you bet we will.”

Clint wolf whistled and Steve groaned and covered his ears, muttering about kids these days.

“Guys, give me a hand to pack up?” Bruce said. Tactfully he led the rest of the team back towards their equipment and away from the couple.

But as their teammates trod across the field, Tony only had eyes for Natasha. Looking at her now, with the setting sun turning her hair red-gold and giving her skin a light glow, she was so very warm and breathing and alive. It was only now that the tightness around his chest relaxed and he could breathe. “You really scared me, baby,” he admitted in a whisper, pulling her forehead to rest against his. The light zap from her skin, just shy of painful, grounded him to her.

“I’m sorry.” Her reply was in a low tone that matched his.

“I’m serious, Nat. No more near-death experiences for a while.”

“Okay,” she promised, giving him a quick kiss. A tingle passed from her lips to his.

Tony chuckled. “This lightning thing is… something, huh?” He sensed rather than saw her smirk. “You are literally sizzling.”

Natasha groaned at the bad pun, but Tony continued. “You gave me quite a shock when you came back all zappy, but right now I’m just struck by how gorgeous you are. And it’s honestly kinda en-lightning –“

“Stop!” Natasha laughed.

“Okay, okay, you’re right.” Tony forced himself to sober up. “After near-death experiences I really should conduct myself better – ”

She cut him off with a kiss. Tony was more than happy to comply. As the sun sank below the horizon, sparks flew between them in more ways than one.

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[revisionaryhistory]

Three Days ~ 73

~*~Sebastian~*~

The group of us walked the edge of the room to the stairs. Bar tables were in a line and following the other's lead I helped push them against the wall, leaving an open area for us to stand. Emma led me to stand up front with Angie right as the house lights went out. Kirk came running and I moved behind Emma to give him room. Put me in a better position to feel up Emma anyway.

A bank of speakers over the stage was on the level and aimed right at us. My ears would be ringing all night. Nothing would beat the acoustic living room show from a few weeks ago. Still, the music and energy were fun. I was sucked in, like everyone else. Unlike with volleyball, Emma didn't ignore me. While I was behind her I ran an occasional hand over her hip. Each time Emma would do something: reach behind to lay a hand on my leg, turn her head to kiss me, or lean back into me. Several songs in the music slowed. I invaded Emma's personal space, moving up on her, and wrapping an arm around her my hand was seated on her ribcage, my thumb stroking the underside of her breast. My other hand held onto her hip, keeping her close where the pressure from her relieved a little of the ache in my jeans. She cupped the back of my head and turned to nuzzle against my neck. We stayed close and moved to the beat. The feel and smell of her did things to me.

When the tempo picked up again Emma turned to the side and pulled me between her and Angie. I stayed a half step back so they could talk and react together, but I was included. There were songs they had choreography too. Not the band, Emma, Angie, and Kirk. I played along as best I could, more than once we fell together laughing. The shot of tequila layered with the edible had me happily baked. Not enough tequila to be drunk or knock down the high. This was a good buzz I wanted to maintain. I drank half of Emma’s tequila, afraid her lower body mass would make it too much and she'd get sleepy. I'm sure she has experience with what she can mix, but I'm confident my knowledge is better.

By the end, I felt like I was herding cats. Emma, Angie and Kirk being the cats. Nobody was functioning optimally, but at least I didn’t have the same level of emotional attachment to the stage. My attachment was next to me and I kept the three in front of me. We screamed the loudest when Eli’s part was over.

I leaned close to Emma’s ear to ask what happened next. She led me to the edge closest to stage and pointed. “Everyone will pack up their shit fast as they can and stow it in the corner, then head to the dressing room to cool down, wipe the sweat away, and likely have another joint while Keaton sets up. When the lights go down Eli and all will join us up here. Angie and Kirk will go backstage to meet their husbands."

I raised my eyebrows, "Are we?"

"We can or we can stay up here where it's relatively empty."

I looked around at all the people, "Lots up here."

She scrunched up her nose and shook her head no, "Not on our side. I’d rather stay here. Unless you need a hit."

I shook my head, “I'm good.” I lowered my head and got close "You ok. I don't know how long it’s been or your tolerance. You level?"

Her head bobbed, "I gotta tell you, these nights with just friends and the music. This is when I want cocaine. The boost it gives."

"I bet Keaton has some in his little bag." I snickered. I was sure he did.

"I don't think so. I don't want the crash tomorrow. I'd rather see what we get into." She met my eyes, "You being horny and all.”

She really had no idea what was going on with me right now. Very very bad thoughts that covered everything and I mean everything. I have no idea where I’m going to land. Aggressive, romantic, pleading. Any combination and anywhere in between.  "Coke makes me loud and overly friendly. Worst of all it makes me sweat. Look at pics and you can tell when I’m doing coke. So I don't. Rarely. Special occasions."

True to what Emma had said, Kirk and Angie took off as soon as the crowd noise died down a little. They would have had to fight through the sea of people if they left before the music ended. Everyone with Keaton’s group left too.  I looked around us and found, um, no one. Talk about feeling exposed. We were in a roped off side of a U. Alone, but the other three sides were crowded. Being high doesn’t generally make me paranoid, but the two of us standing in an open pasture was making my Spidey senses tingle. I pushed her back closer to the wall, using my body to block her. If anyone was paying attention to us all they’d see was my back. I was banking on being far enough in the shadows. I was pretty sure this good idea wouldn’t seem so good tomorrow when I was sober, but right now it was brilliant.

Emma sat her hands on my hips. I could barely feel them. I like that. I like the way her touch can be this barely there pressure. My body seems to register it differently. The light touch makes more nerves fire. There’s more of a psychological part. It’s intimate. Her hands on me are the only part of us touching. I can’t touch her. I want to, but I can’t. I’m not in control.

While everyone who saw her in this dress knew her every curve, my knowledge was more detailed. I risked giving myself a taste and bent to kiss her bare shoulder. “What’s Keaton’s band like?”

Her thumb moved on my side. “They’re more eclectic. They’ve been together a long time and their sound has evolved. They opened for some big names on big tours and made the jump to headliner. Things fell apart while they were doing their next CD. The concessions the record company wanted were too much. Keaton wouldn’t give up the control. They decided they’d rather stay doing their music their way. They tour a lot and have a very devoted fan base. There’s a mix of rock and indie stuff. Keaton’s lyrics are amazing and he is crazy passionate. He writes him. It’s all personal. And a big chunk is Mia.”

I nodded, still trying to ignore her thumb. “I like him. Before the show . . . there’s something about him.”

“He’s a good guy.”

Jealousy flared. Not real, the fake bullshit kind.

Emma laughed, “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” I laughed too. No idea what about.

“That pretend jealous look on your face. Don’t make me prove why you’re a good guy. It’ll start with words and end up my hand in your pants.”

“Ooof.” I looked behind us, just to check that there were people around. Dammit. I laid my forehead against hers. “You realize this is the first time we’ve been alone since we got here and you went shopping. We haven’t been alone since we left your place almost twelve hours ago.” That sounded much more desperate when said out loud than it had in my head.

She giggled at me.  I deserved it. “I wouldn’t say we’re alone, Bastian.”

“More or less. I need to talk to you about something important.” I tried my best to keep a straight face. Unclear if I succeeded. “Your dress.”

Emma pressed her shoulders into the wall, pushing her hips forward. “Is this not the one you wanted me to wear?”

“It most certainly is the one I wanted you to wear.” I didn’t move, my hips keeping her from stretching out more. “It’s better than imagined. But I have problems.”

“I can tell.”

I bet she could with her hips pressed into mine. “You look amazing. Every time I look at you I can’t help but think about all the things no one but me can see.” Her eyebrow lifted and her head tilted a little.

"Even when you're not smiling, I can see the dimple in your left cheek." Almost instantly she smiled. I kissed her dimple. "Right there.” I looked down at her breasts, “The black hides them, but I can see your nipples perfectly." I touched her side under her ribs. "Three freckles here and one under the curve of your ass. From the pool picture I know your twin doesn't have one, so I'll always be able to tell you apart. Don't get me started about what you hide between your legs." I traced the collar of fabric at her neck. "This is what I knew would drive me crazy all night, because this is the only place I could get away with kissing. I love kissing your neck as much as you do. How easy is it to get off?"

"Two buttons with elastic loops."

Sounded like more fine motor control than I was likely to have. "Can I rip it?"

Her eyes went wide, "No!" She started laughing and hugged me. Her laughter went on and became contagious, infecting me. Emma pushed my shoulders, looked at my face, and kept on laughing. My seduction was not going as planned. Emma patted my face, "Sebastian, I love you and want you more than anything. But right now, I'm too stoned for that seriousness."

I yelled, "Fuck!" and we started laughing again. "I worked really really hard." I buried my face against her neck, pulling at the collar with my teeth, then running my tongue around the shell of her ear. Emma squirmed away laughing. I glared at her playfully and huffed out a breath, "Horny."

"My poor baby." Emma whispered against my mouth, "Don't worry. You'll get laid tonight." She kissed me before sucking on my bottom lip.

I said, "Yay." Best as I could with her attached to my lip. I wonder if it’s too soon to leave? It is. I know it is. I don’t really want to leave. I’m having too much fun.

We stayed pressed against the wall laughing and kissing until Eli was beside us, his arms went around both of us. "Are you having sex?" He looked down between our bodies.

I blew a raspberry, "No ", and pulled my hips back to prove it. We most definitely were not connected.

"Because it looks like you're having sex against the wall."

The three of us started laughing. I looked at Eli with a smug expression, "This is your show. Do you really think I would fuck your best friend into the wall at your show?"

Emma punched the hell out of my arm.

"Ouch, Why did you... oh shit." I'd said the four letter word that begins with W.

Luckily Eli was looking at me, his eyes narrowed. "Yes. I think you would if you were pretty sure you wouldn't get caught."

My face went blank, "You're not wrong."

Mia came zipping by and grabbed Emma's arm, "Come with me." Angie was with her and the three women moved to the railing.

Eli and I watched them go then turned to each other with a shrug. We'd been deserted. I hugged him, "I like you, Eli. You're right about a lot of things." I kept my arm around him. “You were right about the wall thing tonight. You were right about her parents being asses."

Eli put his hand on my shoulder and his face was serious, "My friend, I would not lie about her parents. They do not have Emma's best interests. We... you, me, and Ed. Don't trust them." He poked me in my chest. "Protect her."

I put my hand over his mouth, "No more words. Last time we were drunk together we got in trouble."

Eli laughed, "No shit. You went and told her everything."

"Was it a test?" That had crossed my mind many times. Had Eli told me to keep a secret from Emma to see if I would?

"You're giving me too much credit. I was drunk and talking out of my ass." He held up a finger, "Had it been a test, you would have passed."

We've entered the "I love you, man." part of the night. "You're a good friend, Eli."

He inclined his head, "And you're a good boyfriend, Seb."

The house lights went down and the music started. Watching Emma, Mia, and Angie hang onto each other was what I imagined partners at a concert being like. They'd been on tour together and been through good and bad times together. I felt that connection with other actors on set, but this was different. This was the behind the scenes support system. Not just support to their “famous” partner, but support to each other. I didn't know this, but I wanted it. I wanted Emma on a set or an event with me, there for me but also with friends behind the scenes. This felt like family.

Eli and I pulled a table from the wall and sat. Boone, Travis, and Dan joined us. Kirk went up with the  support group. I felt part of the group, not an outsider. They'd taken me in as they'd taken in Emma years ago. I wanted this.

I didn't understand Emma's explanation of the differences between Keaton and Eli’s music. Maybe she wasn't clear and maybe I just didn't understand. A couple of songs in I did. At the party, I'd been blown away by Eli’s voice and expression. He could sing anything. Tonight, had been mostly original music, and while good, it lacked the emotional connection for me. The most honest reason would be the songwriting wasn't consistently as strong. They were good, but lacking that something that made them great.

Keaton was great. He had the confidence, command of the stage, and over the audience that Eli just didn’t have. Music and lyrics were next level too. I don’t know the words to explain. It was the difference between an A and B list actor. There’s something more than just talent that feeds the higher level. Keaton had it. He should be out there in stadiums and the top ten on Spotify. I understand how he didn't want to sell himself to get to the next level. I'm not sure if I'm willing to do that either.

Remembering what Emma said about Keaton writing his life and a lot of Mia, I paid close attention to lyrics. I loved them too. I could see what he was writing, feel it. After the song about her dad telling him stay away, I crept up behind Emma, hugging her from behind and kissing her shoulder to get her attention. I didn’t think Ed would try to chase me off, but the song had resonated  because she has a protective dad. When Emma turned her head toward me, I kissed her and made sure she was watching when I mouthed, "I love you." She did the same. We kissed again and I went back to the table.

For the encore, I returned to Emma. I stayed just behind her with a hand on her ass. I'd heard the final song, a strong guitar driven song about sex at the end of the world. Pretty sure I had it on a playlist somewhere. It wasn’t over when Mia grabbed my hand and I grabbed Emma. Mia led us to the backstage area. Not surprisingly she knew exactly when to leave to beat Keaton backstage. Can't say I wasn't happy to avoid going in the opposite direction of the crowd.

Keaton was the first one through the door. He immediately went to Mia for a short and breathless kiss before leading her to the couch. Mia sat at the end, Keaton laid down with his head in her lap, and Mia combed her fingers through his hair. He looked tired, but with her touch, he relaxed. I smiled and nodded in their direction, "What's the story there?"

Kevin had heard, "Aftershow ritual since they were sixteen."

"They've been together since they were sixteen?"

Kevin said, "Yes."

Keaton yelled, "No."

I cut my eyes toward the couch then back to Kevin. He shrugged, heading to the other side of the room. I pulled Emma with me to the couch where I could see the couple.

Keaton opened one eye, "Not really."

"It's a binary choice."

The rest of the room laughed.

Emma moved to the far end of the couch and pushed Keaton's feet off. "I told him you like to tell your story."

Keaton smiled, "I do."

I sat where he pointed and, happily, Emma sat in my lap with her arm around my shoulder, playing in my hair. The rest of the room started talking amongst themselves. They'd heard the story.

"We met in kindergarten. I tried to scare her with a worm."

Mia laughed, "I kick him in the shin and put the worm under a bush."

They traded off telling their story with smiles and laughter.

While they went through school together, they weren’t friends until middle school when Mia tutored his brother in math. Keaton was playing guitar in his room and Mia went to listen. From that night on they were inseparable. They would meet up after cheerleading and guitar practice. His band’s first concert was a New Year’s party in her basement. Keaton taught her to kiss before her first real date and beat the guy up when he was mean to her. Both stuck to the story they weren't a couple even after they chose to lose their virginity together at their prom. They lost touch when Mia went away to college and Keaton stayed in New York to tour and make music. Mia became an architect and was over restoration in her father's firm. They didn't see each other until almost eight years later when Mia's mother died. Keaton helped her pack up her mother's house in the neighborhood in which his parents still lived. After dinner they went to the country club where they spent their summers. Both had been married and divorced. They'd wanted so much more for each other. Neither wanted this new start to end and they exchanged phone numbers. Keaton walked her to the house and what started as a hug lacing many years together turned into a kiss. One they discussed days later and decided to move past.

They kept in touch, talking or texting daily. Keaton had been signed and was touring new music. He had insisted on two nights in Savannah where Mia lived. They stayed with her in the home she’d restored. The boy who haunted her house hadn’t been as accepting of the new people, running the halls, slamming doors, moving things, and turning out lights. After the show, Keaton liked to hang out and meet fans. Mia came over, only to be surprised by her ex-husband and his new wife. Mia had taken Keaton’s hand, hoping he'd follow along. He had and when the ex called her a groupie Keaton explained they’d know each other since elementary school. He took her out on the dance floor, positioning them to make sure he'd see Keaton kissing her like a lover.

They still said they were just friends. When Mia joined them on tour, they’d get drunk after the show and find any reason to make out and make up every reason why it meant nothing. On the last night of a break in Aspen, Mia had emergency surgery. Keaton stayed with her. Something changed in the single room they shared. Mia slept, Keaton played, and when Mia woke Keaton would care for her. Over the years they'd shared many beds, but not like this. This wasn't drunk collapse after a show. This was tender and Mia being safe in his arms with Keaton waking up to her face, laying together talking in a quiet morning.

Keaton went back to tour and wrote a song about falling in love with your best friend. Mia wouldn’t hear it until their ten year high school reunion. When Keaton wasn’t on stage he was with Mia pushing the boundaries of their friendship and testing the waters for more. He held too many scars to make the first step. Mia could. They crossed the friendship line for the last time.

Keaton kissed Mia's engagement and wedding ring, "Six months later we compulsively married after not dating for about twenty years.”

While we'd been talking another joint had made its way around the room. I was feeling giddy. I let out a happy sigh, "That's a fantastic story and a fairytale ending.”  I looked at Emma then back to Keaton, “I think I’m in love."

Keaton smiled, "With more than just Emma?"

"Not more than Emma, but I love your story and the soundtrack you wrote for it. You should get a writer to put it down and sell the movie rights. Hard to beat a good, friends to lover’ story. I’ve started writing. I'll write it. You'll help and do the music."

Emma joined in, smiling at Keaton, "You've left out the best bit."

Keaton's knowing smile asked, "What part would that be, Ms. Vedder."

Emma grinned, "The first song Mia ever heard you play. The one that started it all.”

Mia took Emma's hand, "Pearl Jam, Black."

Keaton starting laughing, "I will never forget the first time I met you."

I clapped my hands, rubbing them together in front of Emma, "Alright, let's hear this!"

Emma stood up, "I'm going over there." She pointed somewhere I couldn't see and walked away.

I watched her walk away with a smile on my face before turning my attention back to Keaton. "Where were we?"

The three of us laughed. Keaton remembered. "We were playing a club in Seattle and Ed came to check us out for the opening gig job. I was so anxious I was afraid I wouldn't be able to sing. I was expecting Eddie fucking Vedder. Larger than life rock god."  He put his hand on his chest while he laughed. “Then this dad guy showed up with Emma. I thought I was going to have to call child protection services. He never took his arm from around her and she looked terrified"

"How long had she been in Seattle?" I was assuming they knew at least that part of the story. Since they were kind of there and Ed had trust Keaton with her.

Mia made a face, "Maybe two days.”

Keaton picked back up, "Thank fuck he introduced her as his daughter and I didn't have to report him for child trafficking. She was sixteen, but looked like a homeless thirteen-year-old."

That got me laughing, "I looked like a homeless drug addict when we met."

Mia snorted, "I doubt it, but ok."

I didn't want to talk about me. I waved Keaton on. He smiled, "She was a completely different girl the next summer. Confident. Beautiful." He cringed, "Seventeen."

I winced, "Best not to think about."

He nodded, "That whole tour Ed didn't let her out of his sight."

Mia shoved her husband, "Because of pervs like you looking at his almost eighteen-year-old daughter. It was sweet. Ed was very sweet with her." She got off the couch and headed over to where my Emma was.

Keaton yelled after her, "I was a perv when you fell in love with me.”

Mia spoke over her shoulder, "I have questionable taste in men."

Kevin dropped onto the space Mia had left, "She's right." Keaton shoved him over onto me. "Just because you shove me doesn't make me wrong. Who are you perving on?"

Keaton rolled his eyes, "No one."

I shoved Kevin off me, "We were avoiding perving on my girlfriend"

"Why?" Kevin pointed to her, "Look at her."

"The night we met her," Keaton said in a dead tone.

Kevin hissed in a breath through clenched teeth, "Oh, no. She looked like she'd just gotten out of rehab."

I snickered, "Because she had just gotten out of rehab."

"There is that."

We sat talking and laughing until my face and sides ached, reaching the point where we switched from laughter to leftover quiet snickering. I looked around to find Emma. I felt my eyes crinkle as my head tilted to the side.

The other two said, "What?" simultaneously.

I pursed my lips and held a finger out," Do either of you see panty lines?" I didn’t wait for an answer, "I don't think she has on panties."

"Surely," Keaton began, "this isn't a new experience for you."

"No, but I'm very high and very horny."

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more chainshipping bc I’m a dumbass gay. if u want the vibes 4 this one it was Every Man I Fall For by Cold War Kids

Adam knows what it looks like to everyone else. Younger guy, skinny, broke-looking. Older man, wealthy, well-dressed. Yeah, he knows. It doesn’t take a genius to put the obvious pieces together, but it’s not like that. Never has been.

At least, not to that extent. It’s true that Lawrence takes care of him. He only takes jobs he wants to, these days. Their apartment is large, well-furnished and always stocked with food: creature comforts Adam hadn’t had the pleasure of enjoying before. Plus, he gets to wait for Lawrence to get home. Neither of them can sleep much without the other, so Adam figures even if Lawrence gets tired of him as a person, he’ll still be a good safety blanket. He hears the lock turn and snuffs out the last of his cigarette. It’s a bad habit, yeah, but at least the doctor can’t bitch at him if he smokes outside on their small balcony. It’s fucking weird, having a balcony. Christ.

He pads inside, barefoot, arms covered in goosebumps, to greet his roommate. Lover. Whatever. They weren’t labeling this; they just needed each other. Lawrence hangs up his coat, puts down his bag, and slips off his shoes in the doorway. Meticulous. Adam looks at the man who was basically his polar opposite and smiles. Lawrence smiles back, small but genuine, and Adam’s reminded for the thousandth time how much he loves the way Lawrence’s eyes go soft and warm. They don’t talk much as they get ready for bed together, just share each other’s space, Adam basking in the love in Lawrence’s eyes. When they crawl into bed, Adam rests his head on the doctor’s chest and falls asleep listening to his heartbeat.

Later that night, Adam will wake to the feeling of Lawrence twisting and turning beneath him. Yeah, people may see some young asshole with a sugar daddy, but fuck them. They didn’t get it. They didn’t saw their own foot off after thinking they’d lost their family. Adam saw some fucked up shit too, but Lawrence? Lawrence got the brunt of it. He grips Lawrence’s shoulder, giving it a firm shake, another— calls the doctor’s name. Hears the poor bastard groan, kicking with his good foot.

“Lawrence, man, come back to me.” Adam says, and that does it. The doctor’s bolt upright, awake but shaking, eyes wide and panicked. Adam holds his face in his hands until Lawrence’s breathing evens out. He’s quickly pulled into a crushing hug, the older man’s nose buried against his neck. He can feel tears on his shoulder, and it breaks his fucking heart. His fingers comb through soft, blond hair until Lawrence is ready to let him go.

When they lay back down, Adam presses up against Lawrence’s back, hooks one leg over the doctor’s and slips a hand under Lawrence’s t-shirt to rest over his heart. Rests his forehead against the older man’s shoulder and breathes deeply, steadily, until he can tell Lawrence is asleep again. Only then does he let himself crash, slipping back into blissful unconsciousness.

Thank god Lawrence sleeps through the rest of the night. Adam hates seeing him drag himself to work after a bad night, but he knows Lawrence’s work is important to him. Saving people’s lives, doing what he can to help the sick. It makes Adam proud, in a weird way. Seeing Lawrence do well makes him happy, especially when it has to do with his big connection to that Jigsaw freak. Adam shivers involuntarily, drinking lukewarm coffee by himself after Lawrence had left for the day. He’ll drag himself through his loose routine once he’s had his fill of drinking coffee and thinking in his boxers, ending the day same as always: waiting. He never quite knew when Lawrence would be home, since cellphones were still an issue. Oh well.

That night, Adam raids the closet for one of Lawrence’s t-shirts, feeling needy after an unsatisfactory dinner by himself. He falls asleep on the couch, watching shit, unfunny late-night TV. As long as it isn’t the news.

When he wakes up next, it’s to one strong arm helping him up off the couch. He’s sure he must look like a dumbass, the way he smiles at Lawrence, but the doctor just pecks him on the cheek before herding him into the bedroom. They don’t even pretend that Adam’s the one who needs comfort, this time. Sure, he’s got his problems (power outages, cold water, opening closet doors while he’s home alone), but Lawrence came back for him, down in those bathrooms. Adam can sleep through the night fine, knowing Lawrence’d keep any promise he made. The doctor had sawed off his foot, shot his friend, cauterized his own stump and crawled onto the street only to have the woman who swore to love him in sickness and health, till death do us part take their only child and fuck off halfway across the country.

Adam nuzzles Lawrence’s shoulder, feeling like a ridiculously grouchy koala, the way he clings to Lawrence. He fucking hates how tiny Lawrence makes him look, in a fond way. Lawrence gives good hugs and looks so strong, like he could protect Adam from everything. And god, would he try. Adam can at least do this for him, pressing a light kiss to Lawrence’s neck as he closes his eyes. Lawrence’s fingers lace together with his own, the doctor giving Adam’s hand a light squeeze. Thank you, I love you, I need you, all rolled up into one gesture. A squeeze in return from Adam, as he presses even closer to Lawrence: I know, asshole. I love you too.

I’m not going anywhere.

[chickennoodlesoupfortae]

Only in my Dreams

p2

A/n - ***** please sign these petitions and donate if you can. I know I am in no way a big creator but I can direct anyone who sees this to help. https://blacklivesmatters.carrd.co/. *****Please stay safe and I hope you enjoy this.

Summary-Summary- You are a senior in high school balancing work, family, and your love life. But there’s something that pulls you in more and more as the weeks pass by. Why is it that every-night you dream as if it were a memory? Even more puzzling is why Kim Taehyung is there.

Warnings- Slow burn, Angst, cussing 

Word Count- 3.1k

“Y/n-” He choked on air as his whole body stood up. His head hurt beyond belief, the alarm clock burning his sore eyes. “Seven thirty am.” he flopped himself back down knowing the day had started and he’d slept a trying two hours.

He looked at his wall cursing the universe and his oddly specific dreams. He wondered if the girl saying he was the manifestation of her childhood trauma was his way of telling himself something bad happened. He groaned standing up using all his will power to get out of bed.

Quietly he walked through his empty large apartment to get a cup of tea.

“Let me tell you rosie, you are the only person who’s stuck by me. And 

I love you for that.”  he patted his kettle, smiling his boxy smile.  

“One two three.” Hoseok's voice rang through the practice room as he gracefully demonstrated the choreography for their latest song. “With a little more passion this time let’s move onto the thirty second mark and run through to one of three.” 

Five hours of practice were shown on Taehyung's wet forehead as he whipped away the drops falling on his eyes following the lead dancer. He put all his effort into what would hopefully be there last run through.

Hobi clapped signalling the music to be turned off. 

“You guys! We did great.” he smiled from ear to ear looking nothing like the teacher he was ten seconds ago. 

“It never gets easier does it?” Jimin threw his hand over Tae’s shoulder pushing him out of the room.

“I swear they’re making it more and more complicated.” he responded grabbing his bag

“I did not sign up for this.” Yoongi panted out moving past the two maknaes

“Yoongi, don’t leave without me baby.” hobi ran after him leaving the room.

“I told you not to call me that at work.” Taehyung and Jimin could hear their bickering from inside the room. Making them both laugh and shake their heads. 

“Hyung, Let’s get some noodles please.” Jungkook whined, pulling Jimin's hand. 

“Okie kookie let’s go. Tae come on if I have to go so do you.” 

The three of them left. Tae’s head was hurting beyond belief and he felt a wave of exhaustion hit him. He might as well get some dinner before going home and he didn’t mind spending time with his friends. He put on a mask and some glasses heading out the back door so no one would recognize them at a glance. The other two put on some variation of the disguise.

“I know that’s what I said.” Jungkook laughed putting more ramen in his mouth.

“Wait so she really got jealous over a thirst post? Kookie I-” Jimin shook his head taking a sip of his beer.

Taehyung struggled to eat more than three bites of his soup before feeling even more sick.

“hyung are you okay?” Jungkook asked, noticing his demeanor while grabbing his water.

“I don’t really know it must be this dance or something.”  he lied

“You’ll feel better soon. Eat more.” Jimin smiled “That always helps me when I get sick.”

“I haven’t really heard about you today.” Jungkook pulled him into the conversation. “How’s Minji doing?”

“I don’t know she got mad last night and left my apartment. I probably should call her.” he sighed, moving the noodles around in the bowl.

“What happened? That doesn’t sound like her, you both are usually attached at the hip.”

“Nothing really.”

Jimin widened his eyes wanting to know more but not wanting to push him. The air shifted and taehyung knew he had to fix it.

“It was nothing really. Don’t judge me okay?” he was hesitant to share but he also knew that these were some of his best friends.

“Oh we’re getting something good,” Jungkook's eyes lit up, making Jimin kick him under the table. “Ow Jimin-ah.”

Tae laughed for the first time that night making Jimin smile at his little win.

“This is gonna sound weird but-” he sighed out knowing how crazy what he was about to sound. “I keep having these dreams with this girl.” 

“What kind of dreams hyung?” Jungkook lifted his eyebrow insinuating something prompting Jimin to kick him again.

“You’re such a child kookie, now shut up I’m tryna hear.”

“I don’t know that’s the weird part. It’s this girl I’ve never met but she feels so comfortable. I mean her personality or not even that but the way she speaks.”

“What does this have to do with Minji though? If you don’t know her it shouldn’t be a problem.”

“I don’t know her but she told me her name or I was screaming it in my dream. I don’t know how I knew her name but I did.”

“You didn’t hyung,” jungkook put down his chopsticks

“Did you call out her-”

Taehyung slumped down letting his head fall to the table embarrassed.

“Aish- that’s” Jimin bit his tongue not seeing any solutions “If I were her I would’ve left too.”

“I know, I know.” Tae responded

“And you didn’t call her or run after her?” Jungkook pried

“She was so mad and calling me names and-” 

Both of the members lifted up their eyebrows waiting for the next part.

“I didn’t want to.”

“You are calling out another girl's name in your sleep so that’s probably a bad sign.” Jimin put his hand on Tae’s shoulder. “Are you sure you don’t know who she is?”

“At this point I don’t even know.” 

By the time he arrived home he was so exhausted he could pass out. But going to sleep wasn’t as stress relieving as it previously had been. He picked up his phone dialing his girlfriend.

‘ This is Minji, leave a message if you need me’ he could see her smile when he heard the inbox 

“Hey, um-” silence rang through his empty apartment. He’d never noticed how lonely the minimalist design could get. The pale white walls seemed to taunt him with their innocence as the matching countertops screamed with spilled wine stains. “Uh I just wanted to see if you’re okay, and maybe we could get a coffee. I want to speak to you in person.” he hung up the phone going to get lysol wipes. 

“Who spilled this?” he walked over to the stain that looked months old. How had he not noticed its deep contrasting pink in the sea of white. “You are gonna come off. I can sense it, little mystery stain.”

He scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed. The poor wipe was in shreds by the time he gave up on lysol. “Alright shit head mystery stain this time I’m bringing out the big guns.” He plopped down a bottle of bleach putting a little bit on the stain. He grabbed gloves and a sponge starting to wipe again. He scrubbed and scrubbed using the coarse side and the soft side again and again. He could see more stains flowing down the counter onto the floor. 

“I’m gonna kill whoever spilled this.” In the back of his mind he was pretty sure it was him who spilled it. The trail led to more and more stains and as much as he scrubbed it wouldn’t lightin. Soon the floor wreaked bleach and he was lucky he didn’t have any neighbors or they would’ve probably been busting down his door.

“God fucking damn it.” he threw the sponge down wiping his forehead which was now covered in sweat. “Stay right there, I’m gonna get something else.” he turned around getting a bucket of water. “You're a dead mystery stain.” he laughed before dropping the bucket. It was gone, everything disappeared. He ran to the sponge to see it completely clean free of any residue. He opened the trash pulling out the ripped wipe to see it clean too. “I’m going crazy.” he stated to himself. “If i go to sleep when I wake up I’ll be sane again. Yep.”

“You’re here.” he felt her arms around his waist pulling him in. He looked around only to find a gilded room with a fireplace burning. It was just like the night before, he couldn’t speak or move he could just see and feel.

“I told you I would come.” his voice responded without thought.

“I didn’t say that.” he tried to say but nothing came out.

“Even when you tell me you’re here it still feels like you’ll be ripped from my arms at any second.” She nuzzled her face into the soft fabric of his shirt. The clothes he was wearing were nothing like he’d seen in real life. It was like wearing a costume but a lot more puffy and royal. 

“My love, when you say such things my heart breaks. I want nothing more than to be in your arms for eternity.” he looked down at her giving her a soft deep kiss.

Taehyung did not know who was speaking or using his body. He was watching as he kissed so lovingly. He could feel the heat of her mouth meeting his and the despretness in her connection. But he could also feel the same hunger from his side. 

Her mouth parted from his. He could feel her nose touching the tip of his own as her eyes stared into him. Did she know it wasn’t him who was controlling his body? Who was this women and why did he desire her touch so much.

“Remember me-”

The scenery changed in your dream moving from the dark warm room into the field again. The grass was still green but small dandelions grew in the place of where you were yesterday. You looked down noticing the change in clothes. You were wearing a virgin white dress that fell to your feet. The sleeves were long and thin allowing for air to blow the puffed sleeves and the skirt of the dress. Your chest was fairly covered though the material was too thin to your liking. You hadn’t noticed the man staring at you making you let out a small yelp.

“Taehyung?”

“Y/n?” he shot back “You must have cursed me.”

“Why would I- you probably cursed me you perv.” you shot back at him

“What why would I- I don’t even know who you are.”

“Alright hot shot I only knew who you were because of my freshman year k-pop phase, don’t flatter yourself.” 

“I’m not that old.” he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Why are you mad? You’re just in my head.” you sighed laying down

“No you’re the one in my head.”

“I did not know my brain could be this powerful.” You sighed feeling the grass in your fingertips.

“That’s because it’s not. You’re in my dream.”

“Sure if it’s your dream make the grass change color.” you toyed with him

“Hm sure.” the grass turned purple. “Hah you see. I’m not crazy.”

You stood up. “Don’t tell me I’m a plus one in someone's mind.” you concentrated trying to change something in this nightmare. The grass died revealing roses. You let out a sigh of relief, this was your dream.

“Okay now go away.” you closed your eyes. You opened them and he was still there. “One more time y/n just concentrate.” you closed your eyes again. You opened them only to see his much taller figure looking down at you.

“Are you done yet?” His eyes are a honey brown that invited you in but his body was a tall wall that held you back.

“Don’t scare me like that.” you sighed “If you’re so real then when you wake up tweet- I can’t leave this up to chance- ahhaah tweet that the sun is blue and the oceans are red. Tag a picture of illegal inhumane fishing practices.” you thought of something specific and unique enough.

He laughed making you frown. “This is no joke fish are dying everyday and god forbid, and I mean god forbid you’re real, at least bring awareness to an issue.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

You woke up in your room standing up to mark another tally on the white board. “Why am i talking to myself in my dreams? Have I gotten that lonely?”

The train was semi crowded today allowing you to get a window seat. Although all you saw were the black walls of the underground it was still nice to have something to look at. It was in these moments your mind felt empty but not in a good way. It was a type of emptiness a car feels when it’s burned it’s last ounce of gas. You looked at your reflection coming in and out of the carts window created by the occasional worker lights that illuminated the underground tunnels. You had so many people who you talked to but it didn’t feel right. There was a darkness that consumed you when you weren’t on autopilot. It made breathing hard and tedious. Everything felt so lonely. It didn’t help that you were having awful dreams.

Seven hours pulled through slowly and it was your last full day of school before graduation. The school up north filled with greenery and elitism was to be your home for the next four years. You being the oldest meant you had to go to the best school to make your parents proud. You didn’t love the idea of going straight into more school but a gap year was as taboo as getting rejected. 

“Goodmorning y/n.” Ren looked tired and worn out. His eyes were puffy and swollen.

“Baby what’s wrong. You look like you’ve been crying.”

He pulled you into a corner where no one could hear the two of you. 

“Y/n,” he put a piece of your hair behind your ear. “I got off the waitlist,” 

You grinned from ear to ear jumping up and down hugging him. This was his dream school. Ever since the two of you met he’d been working towards getting in. It was a prestigious school on the west coast, a school the main character would go to. 

“Oh my god. Ren I’m so happy for you. Drinks on me tonight. Your mom must be so happy ahh-” you could burst with joy and you hugged him.

He pushed you away a little catching you by surprise but you assumed he too was too excited to think. He gave you a smile but his eyes were filled with sadness, tears flooding down his face.

“Baby what’s wrong.”

“I don’t think I can-” 

“You can what?” there was a sense of anger in your voice boiling over. 

“I don’t want to do long distance.” he let out

“I-” you laughed not knowing how to react to your nervous tendencies taking over. “No words ren.” you turned around walking into your classroom.

On the last day of your senior year he broke up with you. Unbelievable was all you could think. You were angry, not that he broke up with you, but that he was doing it now. There were many times when you liked someone else or thought of calling it quits but you never did because you were his best friend and you didn’t want to hurt him. You were his supporter, the person he could call at any time of the night and you’d pick up. How many times had he showed up at your house crying over an argument with his family? Better, how many times had you let him in your arms? Every single time. You were furious. So much energy and time put into someone who would leave as soon as the curtains closed. There was a shock that ran through your body as you realized you were his best friend but he only used you. It was an awful thought but there was an unexpected sense of relief that came with it. Maybe it was time for you too move on too. He’d always been there, now that space was open for you to fill.

“Alright guys-” you snapped back to the end of the year lecture missing half of it in thought.

“Thank you so much. I hope you all continue on to the next pages of your lives.” 

You were met with Rens swollen eyes at the exit of the room.

“Y/n please don’t leave me.” he grabbed you

“Ren, this isn’t healthy. You’re right, this is the beginning of something new. I’m so happy for you even though I hate you right now. You’re still my friend so don’t be too sad.”

“Why don’t you even care y/n? This is hard for me. I didn’t want to but I have too.”

You tried, you tried so hard to be nice. You weren’t an angry person you were above a high school break up. You didn’t even love him but that just made you more angry at yourself for playing house for years. 

“Don’t you get it, I have too.” he combated your silence 

“Where?” you felt your blood rising 

“What?” He gave you an irritatingly confused look.

“Where is the gun to your head? Or is someone bribing you? Because I’m sure you said you have too but it doesn’t seem like anybody but you is making the choice.”

“You’re being petty, it's not like that.” he became defensive, dropping his wounded bird act.

“Ren, honey.” you looked slightly up to hold his gaze better. “I don’t give a fuck, so please just leave me alone. I’ve known you for a long time, that’s it. You’re my longest friend, better my oldest peer. I was there for you-” tears began showing themselves as emotions you didn’t know you had shined through. “You never helped me. It was you you you. And it’s better that it ended the same way. It’s really not me.”

He just stood there not making a sound looking to see your energy falter. He could see you were crying but it wasn’t sadness it was just anger. He turned around to leave.

“Ria and me are still cool you should tell her that.” you called out.

That’s it. This chapter of your life was over. You didn’t say goodbye to anyone. If you really cared about them there wouldn’t be a goodbye in the first place. The train was fairly vacant as the work day wouldn’t be ending for a couple hours. You shuffled quickly to your window seat. You may not even be a character in the book but music and this seat made you feel like the lead. You nodded off a little as the train made its rounds. The wheels meet the tracks hard metal playing the city's song. Before you could be pulled in any further a notification awoke you. 

Twitter ~ BTS_twt tweeted

[gingerwritess]

I love domestic!boyfriend Loki so much!!! 😂😂😂

KSKSKKDDJJSS ME TOO I THINK WE NEED MORE

so have a fic biscuit with more boyfriend!loki

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Loki definitely has a favourite jacket.

Just a simple grey zip-up hoodie that he stole from the compound (you’re pretty sure it had the Avengers logo on the back but Loki had of course removed that—“what do they think I am, a walking unpaid advertisement?”) but you swear, that thing could walk on its own by now.

It’s all he wears when he’s at your place; off comes the button up or leather and ziiiiip, on goes the hoodie, hands shoved in the pockets, up come the sleeves. Maximum comfort.

He looks pretty damn huggable.

“Are you really that cold, Loki?” You ask one day when he walks in the door and immediately magics out of stained armour into simple pants and the ever-present hoodie, not even bothering to put a shirt on underneath.

“I’m always cold,” he groans and falls face-first onto the couch. “Would you mind, um, just…c’mere.”

He lifts a tired hand and waves you over. Poor guy looks exhausted, his face more gaunt than normal and his hair’s a little matted, and there’s a dark streak of dirt or something along his cheekbone. You grab a washcloth from the kitchen and go crouch by his head—still buried in a pillow—carefully pushing his head to the side so you can wipe the dirt off his face.

“Rough day?”

“What gave it away?” His face scrunches up in disgust when you touch the damp washcloth to his cheek, so you drop it and just lick your thumb, rubbing at the stubborn mark until it starts fading.

“You said ‘c’mere,’” you point out, just running your thumb over his cheek now, the mark gone. “And for a second there I thought you were gonna ask for a hug.”

Loki falls silent, his eyelids drooping under your soothing fingers.

You stand up with a sigh and plant a quick kiss on his forehead, stroking your hand one last time along his cheek and start to walk away. “Get some sleep, okay? I’ll make us something to eat when you wake up.”

“Wait, darling, no—” he shoots a hand out and grabs your wrist, pulling you back over. His eyes squeeze shut with a groan and he lets go of you, leaving you concerned and leaning over him. “Please stay.”

“Okay…you alright, snowflake?”

He swallows hard and his eyes flit up to meet yours from behind the pillow. “Could I have—what I mean to say is…I would love a-a…could you just—hmm.”

You’ve never heard the god lost for words before. Something isn’t coming out of his throat easily, he’s struggling to just get a full sentence out without giving up and burying his face in the pillow.

“A huuh—argh, no, can you give me a huuuh—please, I want a…a…well, you know.”

Oh.

Yes, you do know.

“Sorry, babe, a what?” You kneel back down by his head and he frowns at your playful smile.

“I…I want—” he rolls over and gestures at all of you, struggling with his words. “You? All…everything. Oh, come now, you know what I mean.”

“No…” you lean against the edge of the couch to rest your chin in your hands, smiling sweetly at your boyfriend. “I really don’t. What do you want from me, Loki?”

He’s scowling now, his eyes narrowed dangerously and he crosses his arms tightly over his chest. “Please don’t make me ask for affection.”

“Say it, doofus.” You lean forward and bump the tip of your nose into his, heart swelling when the corners of his eyes crinkle up in an obvious grin.

“I would like a-ah…a hug.” His cheeks are burning adorably pink, and he casts his gaze straight to the ceiling to avoid looking at you. “Please. If you wouldn’t mind.”

“That was painful,” you laugh and nudge him to scoot over. “C’mon, make some room.”

He quickly moves over so you have room to climb on the couch next to him, throwing a leg over his hips and laying your head on his chest. When he sighs and wraps his arms around you, running a distracted hand along your back, your heart melts—but he is cold.

Really cold, so cold you don’t think you can keep your cheek against his chest much longer.

“You’re freezing,” you murmur, sitting up and reaching down to zip up his hoodie to cover his bare torso. His face falls and he moves to sit up, but you push him back down. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Getting up. We’re done here, I-I’m too cold.”

“Uh, yeah, I don’t think so.” You lay back down next to him, locking one leg around his hips, your arms around his chest, and bury your face in the curve of his neck, squeezing him so tightly you don’t think he could move if he tried. “Just let me give you a proper hug. Enjoy it.”

“You are—an actual leech—” he mutters and struggles to free an arm from your grip, finally succeeding and draping it around your shoulders. “You are a parasite, norns. Could you possibly hug me any gentler?”

“Not really,” you chirp, your voice muffled in his neck. “If I’m close enough to you I can sometimes feel a little tiny bit of body heat under all your iciness.”

Loki’s quiet for a moment; you’re too good to him. He knows how much more susceptible humans are to cold temperatures than beings such as himself, yet here you are refusing to let go of his frozen, corpse-like body.

It’s almost like you’re trying to prove something by not letting go, trying to give him something or convince him of something—

His breathing catches when you slip a hand under his hoodie and start rubbing quick little circles over his chest, your eyes closed and breathing softly onto his neck, trying to create some kind of frictional heat between your skin and his.

Oh.

You’re trying to warm him.

“Darling…” he turns his head to try and see you, but you’re nestled against his neck. “You know I’m not actually cold, right?”

“What?”

A smile tugs at his lips and he puts his hand on top of yours, stopping your movements. “I don’t actually feel the cold, rather it’s my skin, my body that affects the air around me.” He squeezes your hand and presses his lips to the top of your head. “I appreciate the effort though.”

“Oh, fine then,” you huff, trying to go back to warming his chest, but he holds your hand still. “Well, for the record, I tried.”

Loki chuckles, taking your hand in his and slipping his fingers through yours. “In all honesty, darling, I don’t understand how someone as warm as you could be a part of my life.”

“Cause I’m too hot, right?” You grin into his neck and poke him in the side.

His hand slips down to give your ass a playful squeeze. “Obviously.”

The two of you slip into a comfortable silence, arms around each other as Loki’s hand rests lazily on the curve of your ass, enjoying your embrace until he feels you shaking—shivering.

His heart twists and nearly breaks; your eyes are tightly shut and of course, you won’t admit that he’s too cold, or that you’re freezing in his arms…he runs the back of his hand along your cheek to rouse you from your almost-sleep.

“Sit up for a moment, my love,” he murmurs as you blink, gently lifting you off of him. Rubbing your arms in a subtle attempt to warm yourself, you watch Loki unzip his hoodie and tug it off, leaving him shirtless and holding the jacket out to you.

Oh, hell yes.

You try not to squeal in excitement as you immediately slip your arms into the sleeves, nestling into the slightly too large, fleecy fabric, and Loki tugs it closed around your chest to zip it up to your chin. 

“There, that should help.” He lifts the hood up and over your head, biting back a smile when the too-big hood slips down to cover your eyes. When he nudges the hood back and out of your eyes, revealing you beaming up at him, he lets his hand linger against your cheek before pulling away. “Well…this suits you better than it ever did me.”

There’s a long strand of his hair stuck to the sleeve and you pick it off, dropping it on his lap. “Damn right,” you grin, pulling your hands into the too-long sleeves and waving the extra fabric in his face. “You’re never getting this back, I hope you understand that.”

He sighs and shakes his head at you, a tiny grin hinting at the corners of his lips, but it’s laced with adoration and amusement and…almost…almost some kind of pride. 

Possessiveness. 

You’re in his jacket, sitting in front of him with your legs over his, playing with the drawstrings, and occasionally the hood slips over your eyes again so you give the tiniest shake of your head before pushing the hood back. 

Such a simple movement, yet Loki can’t help but smile every time it happens—it’s strangely adorable, to see you in his clothes, something of his, something claiming you so rightfully his.

“Thanks, snowflake.” You scoot forward and press a sweet kiss to his lips, and he swears he can hear his heart pounding. Your kiss is addicting, to say the least, and he slowly lowers himself back onto the couch, arms around your back bringing you down with him.

He trails his lips up the side of your face as he tucks you under his chin against his heart, landing one last gentle kiss on your forehead and staying there. His heartbeat against your cheek is steady, soothing; you nuzzle deeper into his hoodie, a content little smile lingering on your face. 

“Smells like you,” you mumble, voice muffled by the jacket and his chest, and you feel his lips curl into a grin against your skin.

“Is that a good thing?”

You tilt your head up to plant a soft, smiling kiss on the underside of his jaw. “Hell yeah. You smell like…like…I don’t even know. I’m gonna call it heaven.”

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The Tides Have Turned-Part 20 (Finale)

A/N: This is my old work, The Tides Have Turned. It is a complete story that I am reposting on this blog so the work isn’t lost and can be found for those interested :)

Twenty

Y/n’s POV

I took Nate by the hand and led him through the sliding glass doors, the others giving me a look of hope muddled with fear. We took the steps down to the path that leads to the beach, as we have done so many times before.

We walk in silence, arms swinging by our sides. A sea breeze had kicked up and was blowing our hair around, the smell of salt permeating the air. We trudged through the sand until we came to the where the water was lapping at the shore.

I stared out at the sea for a moment, formulating the words I wanted to say in my head. Nate remained in silence, clearly as uncomfortable as I was.

“Nate…” I begin, but trail off, bracing myself for the loaded conversation to ensue.

“What happened back there?” I say completely exasperated. Nate finally removed his eyes from the ocean to look at me.

“I just had a slip up, that’s all” he said, returning his attention elsewhere. I shook my head at his response. Really? He’s going to be the strong, silent type right now?

“A slip up? Nate you almost died!” I start to raise my voice.

“YOU THINK I DON’T KNOW THAT?!” he whipped around, yelling at me. I was physically taken aback, I have never heard Nate yell like that, and certainly never towards me. He pinched the bridge of his nose before continuing.

“That was the scariest situation I have ever been in, and I’m pissed at myself that I let it get that bad” he yells, becoming worked up.

“Why did you start messing with that shit in the first place? You know you could have come to any of us. And me! You know you can come to me with anything Nate, and yet you didn’t. You took it upon yourself to mess with some fucked up shit. It hurts to know that you didn’t talk to me” I accuse, feeling myself get angry and upset.

“You really believe that I could talk to you, don’t you?” he said coming a little closer. He was steaming.

I crossed my arms and gave him a look.

“I couldn’t fucking talk to you about this stuff, because you’re the reason it happened in the first place!” he yelled. He was becoming so heated I was convinced the whole beach could hear us now. I felt like I had been shot in the chest. His words stung, and I was no longer looking at the Nathan I once knew.

“You don’t get to say that shit to me,” I say in shock. I was doing everything in my power to not cry.

He ran his hands through his hair feverishly, before rubbing his jaw, the stubble from yesterday still evident.

“If anything, it’s that bitch Jessica that messed you up!” I yell shoving his chest. There was no way he was going to blame me for his poor decisions. Anger flickered in his eyes. He began to pace, and was storming away trying to get out of this fight. His temper got the better of him though, because he stopped to turn around and yell some more.

“It’s not about Jessica! Don’t you get it?! It’s YOU! It’s always been you!” he screams, his face was red and flushed.

“You can’t fucking accuse me of being the reason you got hooked on drugs Nate! That’s you, all you” I yell back, a tear slipping from the corner of my eye. I wiped it away harshly, I was not going to let him see me cry.

“It’s not like that,” he said a little quieter, but still angry.

“Then what is it like Nate? Get it all out in the open. Destroy me, I’m an easy target” I say bracing myself for the threatening blow to our friendship.

“I’m in love with you!” he shouts before pacing a few steps away, and then back again. My heart was thumping in my chest, I was trying desperately to register what he had said.

“Fuck, I’m in love with you,” he says again fidgeting with his hair, refusing to look at me.

“It’s always been you. Not Jessica, not the other girls, you” he spoke quickly.

“Then you let me in, let me get close to you. I fucking relished our time, knowing I would never have you. The idea of you and Gilinsky, or you and Sam, kills me. But I need you to be happy, I need to know that.”

I stood completely still, I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. I just let him speak.

“Then you ended things between us, and it fucking broke me” his voice hitched in his throat.

“I tried to replace you with other things, sex, drugs, you name it. But nothing was working, I couldn’t feel anything. I took it too far, I had to drown out this feeling. I couldn’t have you leave me.”

“Don’t leave me,” he sobbed, finally breaking. He sunk to his knees in the sand, his hands covering his face.

Nate was broken, and I was the reason. It sat with me like a bad taste, I had to fix this. I couldn’t bear to see a man break down and cry, let alone someone I loved so deeply. I dropped to me knees beside him, and pulled him into my chest.

He didn’t even resist, just rested his dark head against me and sobbed into his hands. I could feel him quiver with each breath he took, the deep groans escaping his lips. His warm tears rolled down my bare skin, and I held him tighter.

I wrapped my arm around his face, holding his hair tightly. My other hand laid flat against his back, and I just soothed him until I could feel his breathing return to normal.

He lifted his head slightly to look at me, his eyes glassy with tears in them. His pink lips parted slightly, but I wouldn’t let him speak. I kissed his lips with such neediness. I needed him to know that I felt the same, that everything will be okay. I rested my forehead against his as he breathed deeply. He grabbed the back of my head tightly and kissed me again with more passion than I have ever experienced in my life.

Sam’s POV

The Jacks and I stood at the windows, watching the scene unfold before us on the beach. It was like watching a silent movie, and trying to piece together the emotions that went with the action. They had been arguing quite animatedly, but now I was forced to watch them embrace in the most passionate kiss I’ve ever seen. I can’t lie, it hurt.

“What do you think they’re saying?” G said trying to get closer to the glass.

“I don’t know, but it just got more intense” J said referring to the kiss.

I couldn’t bear to watch any longer, so I pulled away from the glass and went upstairs to my room.

Y/n’s POV

“Come on, babe. It’s okay, no more tears” I say helping Nate to stand. I wiped his eyes with my thumb, before cupping his face and kissing him once more.

“I love you” he breathed.

“And I love you,” I return intertwining our fingers together. He pulled me into his side, holding me tightly, as we walked back towards the house. He nuzzled my neck once, before we slid open the doors and lost our moment of intimacy.

“Hey, look who it is” J said rounding the corner from the kitchen.

“Hey J” I smile sweetly.

“You two look happy” G said coming in to join us.

“Yeah, we will be. Together” I smile up at Nate who squeezed me tighter.

“Congrats, man” J said to Nate pulling him in for a tight hug. We all hugged, relieved that the anger and sadness was absolved from our group. Or so we thought.

“You might want to tie up one more loose end,” J said with worry on his face, motioning upstairs to the one person that was missing. Sammy.

I squeezed my eyes shut tightly and sighed.

“Oh, Sammy” I breathed, my heart twisting in pain for an entirely different set of reasons. I loved Sammy, but it was not the same love I had for Nate.

“We should go talk to him” I look up at Nate.

“Yeah, together” he said before leading me up the stairs.

“Sammy, I-” I said opening the door to his room. I looked around to find it barren.

“All of his things are gone” Nate said furrowing his brows. We rifled through his drawers, nothing. No clothing, no phone charger, or shoes.

I looked at Nate in confusion. Something caught my eye on the vanity, a white piece of paper, haphazardly torn from a notebook. I walked closer and recognized the handwriting immediately.

You guys truly look happy together, and I’m so glad that two of the most important people in my life are happy together. Y/n, I’m just sorry that couldn’t be me. I don’t think I can be around that for a while, so I booked myself a ticket back home.

Have a good time with the guys, before you know it, it’ll be like I was never there.

All my love,

Sammy

Tears welled in my eyes as I read the note, Nate reading over my shoulder. I crumpled the paper to my chest before looking at him.

“We have to go after him” I say before running downstairs. Nate grabbed the keys, his wallet, and anything else he would need.

“What’s going on?” J asked eating an apple.

“Sammy went MIA” I said gathering my things. They looked at us in shock.

“We have to get him back!” I shout before running out the front door. Nate drove us to th airport as fast as he humanly could.

We arrived shortly after that, and Nate parked in a temporary spot with fifteen minutes allowance. We didn’t even care about a fine at this point, we had to find our friend. We stormed through the vast airport, desperately searching

“Do you see him?” Nate asked, standing on a chair to get a better look. I spun around in circles, until I saw the tall, slender frame I would recognize anywhere.

“There Nate” I point. He moved to walk towards him but I stopped him with a hand to his chest.

“Let me,” I say and he just nods.

“I’ll be at the car,” he said placing a kiss to my head.

I walked closer to one of my best friends.

“Sammy,” I say and his head snapped up in surprise to see me.

“What are you-” he began to question.

“Don’t leave” I beg, my eyes pleading with him. He shut his eyes tightly.

“I can’t, I don’t think I-” he stuttered.

“Sam, I love you, I do, but leaving is not the answer” I say holding his forearms. He breathed heavily, but let me continue.

“I’m sorry for all the shit I’ve put you through, but our family is nothing without you. Don’t leave us” I say again. “I shouldn’t have started that whole thing with you, it’s not right,” I start to stammer, desperate for the words. He put his hand up to stop me.

“It’s not your fault. I suppose I was quick to jump into something too. I think I was just lonely, and seeing how much you and Nate were in love with each other just got to me” he says.

“Sammy, you know you have a very special place in my heart” I say standing on tiptoes to engulf him in a hug. He squeezed me tightly, and breathed me in.

“The same goes for you baby girl” he said. “Now let’s get out of here, and get this vacation back on the road” he smiles that beautiful Sammy smile that I love. I wrap my hand around his waist and walk him back to the car where Nate was waiting.

Without speaking any words, Nate and Sam bro-hugged it out. Weeks of emotions pouring out. We climbed back in the car and ventured back to the beach house.

“Hello?” I call out. No answer. The guys looked at me in just as much confusion.

“Wait, there,” Nate said pointing through the glass. The figures of seven boys evident on the beach.

We journeyed outside where they were all sitting in the sand, a perfect row. We sat down beside them, Nate and Sammy on either side of me, and they all leaned forward shooting us genuine smiles. It was beginning to become dusk, and we sat furrowed in the sand staring at the watercolor that was the sky.

Colors of all magnitude were vividly swirled through the sky. I breathed in a deep sigh of contentment, resting my head on Nate’s shoulder.

Here we were, back to day one, all of us together on the beach. I was surrounded by my closest friends, and in one of my favorite places on Earth. Only this time, a promising relationship formed as well.

Regarding friendship, the tides have turned.

[hyunmintae]

Accidents Happen

A/N: Requested by Anon :)

Stray Kidsssss

Guess whooo!!

FELIXXXXXXXXX

Pairing: Felix (Obvi .. ) x Reader 

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, a very sad Felix ;( and sad Hyunjin and hurt Y/N!

“No!! Get away from me!” Y/N’s voice rang out through the practice room in a high pitched squeal, her giggle following as she ran away from Hyunjin.

“Come back here, you Minx!” Hyunjin yelled after her, his laughter filling the room as well.

Felix and the others watched the two run around the practice room with smiles on their faces. Hyunjin and Y/N had been super close ever since they were younger, growing up together was the result of that. Hyunjin and Y/N were joined at the hip even with Felix, her boyfriend, around her. Hyunjin was like Y/N’s older brother, he cared for her as such and was always there to protect her when Felix wasn’t there, of course all the other boys were as well.

“Hyujinnie Oppa! Stop!” Y/N squealed as she jumped on the couch behind Felix and hid behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist the best she could.

“Hiding behind Felix won’t help you!” Hyunjin laughed as he went to grab her from behind her boyfriend. 

At this point Felix was laughing so hard he just leaned forward giving Hyunjin easy access to Y/N instantly. The look on her face when Hyunjin grabbed her and lifted her up from behind her boyfriend began to carry her was one of betrayal and shock.

“He just-What is this? FELIX?!” Y/N yelled as she beat on Hyunjin’s back with her fists, not doing much damage.

“Wha- I’m sorry baby!” Felix yelled as he doubled over again in laughter, Chan and the others following suit at Y/N’s face.

“Put me down you over grown....MONKEY!” Y/N said, trying to find the right word before screaming the name.

“Overgrown money? Why I outta..” Hyunjin teased, dropping her easily on the floor.

Y/N curled away from Hyunjin and easily got up and sprinted away from him before he had the chance to grab her. Hyunjin turned to the boys with a shocked expression. 

“Told you she was fast.” Felix said, laughing as he looked from Hyunjin to Y/N.

Felix held his arms out to Y/N and she instantly ran into his arms sitting on his lap. She was breathing hard from all the running as she wrapped her arms around Felix’s shoulders and hid her face in the crook of his neck. 

Hyunjin sighed as he sat down beside them sprawling out and blowing out some air to move his hair from his eyes. 

“I’m tired.” Y/N whined as she nuzzled herself further into Felix’s embrace. Felix smiled and wrapped his arms tighter around her, leaning back into the couch cushions.

“Big baby..” Hyunjin teased pinching her thigh. 

“Yah!” Y/N yelled, shooting up and looking at the older boy with a glare.

“Oh, don’t you glare at me!” Hyunjin scolded her, which only made her glare harder.

“You little...” Hyunjin started to lean toward her but she had already bolted from Felix’s lap and was running toward the other end of the room with Chan and Jisung.

“Jisungie!! Save me!” Y/N yelled as she ran into Jisung’s arms.

Jisung caught her and held her away from Hyunjin, protectively cradling her head. 

“I just want a hug.” Hyunjin said, holding his arms out to her.

Y/N looked at him suspiciously before looking up at Jisung to which Jisung shrugged. Y/N eyed Hyunjin cautiously as she slowly walked toward and just as she was almost in his arms Hyunjin reached out and grabbed her throwing her over his shoulder again and began to sprint off with her. 

“Hyunjin!” Y/N whined as he jostled her around while running.

Hyunjin just laughed as she smacked his butt several times in a weak attempt to get him to let her go.

“How come none of you help me? You just let him- AH!” Y/N began but her sentence ended with a scream as Hyunjin’s grip on her legs slipped and she crashing to the ground. With how tall Hyunjin was and how small Y/N was it was a pretty far drop.

Y/N cried out in pain as she went face first into the practice room floor, a sickening cracking sound sounding through the room. Felix was on his feet and at her side before Hyunjin could even realize what had happened.

Y/N was crying as she covered her face with her hands, blood was seeping down under her hands. Felix tried to pull her hands away from her face but she held them there. Felix helped her sit up as Chan ran to get some tissues and a first aid kit.

“Baby, let me see your face. Move your hands, I can’t help if you don’t let me see.” Felix pleaded as she tried to gently pull her hands away.

Y/N let out a quiet sob as she moved her hands the boys eyes widening at her bleed nose and already purple and black bruised cheek.

“I think she might have broken her cheek, Felix.” Changbin said as he looked closer at Y/N’s face.

This made Y/N tear up again as Felix leaned forward to bring her into his arms hugging her gently not to push her face into his chest and cause more pain.

“We need to get her to the hospital.” Felix said as he picked Y/N up, carrying her bridal style through the room.

“Here, use this to stop the bleeding.” Minho said as he handed Y/N a few tissues to hold to her nose. She took them gently from his grasp and held them gently to her nose, leaning her head on Felix’s shoulder as he carried her.

Hyunjin still stood in the same spot staring down at the blood on the floor, his eyes as wide as they could be. Jeongin walked over to him and shook him by his shoulders.

“Hyung! We got to go to the hospital.” Jeongin told him, Hyunjin shaking his head to nod quickly.

They followed the others out of the room and asked the lady at the front guest to get the car ready to go.

Once they arrived at the hospital Felix rushed inside with Y/N. A nurse quickly ran up to them and asked what happened. Felix explained he best he could as he carried Y/N on the gurney they brought over for her to lay on.

Y/N held on tighter to Felix not letting him put her down, the nurse tried to coax her out of his arms but Y/N only held onto his shirt tighter.

“Can I carry her in?” Felix asked the nurse, a sad expression taking over his face.

The nurse nodded softly to him as she understood the pain that Y/N was going through. Felix smiled at the nurse and readjusted Y/N in his arms, her legs now wrapping around his waist and her head on his shoulder. 

Felix followed the nurse into the x-ray room and after Felix had managed to get Y/N to let him go in order to lay on the bed the nurse put a vest on him to protect him from the radiation from the x-ray machine.

“Felix..” Y/N mumbled, reaching for him again. Felix smiled at her and he leaned down to press a soft kiss to her forehead.

“Let them do the x-ray baby and then I’ll hold you again. I promise.” Felix told her as he pulled away from her and smiled gently.

Y/N only nodded the throbbing pain in her cheek was unbearable and all she wanted to was for Felix to hold her and make it go away. After a while the x-ray was over with and Y/n was back in Felix’s arms, being carried like a baby.

Normally Y/N wasn’t like this when she got hurt but for some reason she just wanted to be held, whether it was just being scared or her just being overdramatic and a baby, she didn’t really know, but Felix didn’t seem to mind or if he did he hadn’t said anything.

“It looks like you’ve broken your cheek bone. Your nose is fine, but a little bruised up. Your cheek should heal itself, we’ll just patch it up and cover it with a bandage as to protect it from any further harm.” The doctor told Y/N as he showed her the x-ray pictures.

Felix sat with Y/N on his lap in the hospital room as they waited to the nurse to come back and patch up Y/N’s cheek and give them the discharge papers.

Y/N sighed as she rested her head on Felix’s shoulder, soon voices could be heard nearing the room.

“She should be ashamed really, making that poor boy carry her around like that. She’s grown, she has perfectly working legs, all she did was fall and bruise up her face.” A nurse spoke as she neared the room Y/N and Felix sat in.

Y/N started to move from Felix’s lap after hearing the nurses words, Felix on the other hand kept her in place. He held onto her tighter when the nurse walked in.

“Hi! I’m here to bandage up your cheek. Could you turn to face me?” The nurse said as she stood in front of Felix.

“I want a different nurse.” Felix said, looking up at the nurse.

“A different nurse? But sir you aren’t-” The Nurse began.

“Another nurse. I don’t really like the fact that before you walked in here you stated how my girlfriend should be ashamed for having me carry her. I’m carrying her because I want too, not that it should even matter. If you haven’t noticed sometimes this happens and being that my babygirl doesn’t do well in great amounts of pain, I’m fine with carrying her around.” Felix told the nurse, a scowl on his face.

The nurse stared at him for a few seconds before walking out of the room. A new nurse walked into the room a few minutes after that a soft, sad smile on her face.

“I’m sorry about the last nurse. She tends to do that quite frequently. I find it adorable that you take such good care of your girlfriend here.” The nurse spoke quietly with a smile on her face.

Felix smiled at her and she walked around to stand behind Felix but facing Y/N now.

“Hi Sweets. Mind if I bandage your cheek?” She asked nicely. 

Y/N nodded and turned so she sat in Felix’s lap side ways, the nurse smiled and walked around so she sat in the chair in front of them.

After the nurse bandaged Y/N’s cheek, she and Felix were headed toward the waiting room to collect the boys.

“Guys. We’re good to go.” Felix whispered as he walked into the waiting room.

“Is she okay?” Hyunjin asked, looking at Y/N in Felix’s arms.

“Yeah. She’ll be okay, she’s asleep now.” Felix said, a small smile on his face.

Hyunjin nodded and looked back at the ground. Y/N turned her head to look at Hyunjin and got down from Felix’s arms. She walked over to Hyunjin and stood in front of him quietly. 

Hyunjin raised his head up enough to look at Y/N, seeing her bandaged cheek and bruising nose made him tear up, Y/N shook her head and pulled him into a hug.

“Stop crying you overgrown monkey. I’m okay. It wasn’t your fault.” Y/N told him as he hugged her back.

Hyunjin sighed into her shoulder and nodded, “I know. I just feel bad.”

Y/N nodded and smiled at him before patting his back and running over to Felix and jumping on his back for a piggy back ride.

“Let’s go! We got stuff to do! People to see and Hyujinnie owes me a new stuffed penguin!”  Y/N said as she hugged Felix’s neck.

All of the boys laughed at Y/N as her cheerful spirit seemed to be back in action. Felix turned and went out the door all of them headed toward the shopping and carnival strip down the road from the hospital.