#*Went back and looked it up to make sure I got it right about the above

[mooningningg]

notes, if we had drunk reader request we have a drunk sukuna too.

★ Roommate!Sukuna comes home drunk.

The front door slammed open at exactly 2:37 a.m.

You jolted awake on the couch, bleary-eyed and clutching your blanket like a shield. It wasn’t even alarming anymore — not with Sukuna as your roommate. Noise, chaos, and poor life decisions? Standard package deal.

What was alarming… was the voice.

“Stop fuckin’ pushin’ me—‘m home, bitch!” he slurred, clearly talking to someone who was not there. “I know where I live. Stupid ass door tryna square up…”

There was a thud. Then a pause.

“Fucking wall came outta nowhere.”

You groaned and sat up, flipping on a lamp.

Sure enough, there he was: Sukuna, in all his drunken glory, half-stumbling into the apartment with his shirt halfway unbuttoned and his belt flapping like a sad flag of surrender. His hair was a mess, there was lipstick on his jaw — not yours, definitely not his — and his keys were still dangling from the lock.

“Oh my God,” you muttered. “You're drunk.”

Sukuna blinked at you.

Then squinted.

Then frowned.

“Who the fuck are you?”

You stared.

“Sukuna. It’s me.”

He pointed at you, wobbling. “Nah. Nope. You're not her. You don’t smell like y/n. She smells like laundry detergent and rage.”

“I am your y/n.”

“No, no. She’s hot. Way hotter. Got this mouth on her too, always talkin’ back. Yells at me when I leave ramen in the sink.”

You blinked. “Are you… complimenting me or fighting a ghost?”

He huffed and made a dramatic show of leaning against the wall, sliding down like a tragic hero in a Shakespeare play. “I want my roommate. My rude, scary, mean-ass roommate who makes me soup when I’m sick and yells when I steal her socks.”

“You’re wearing my socks right now.”

He looked down. Blinked.

“They’re warm,” he said, like it explained everything. Then his eyes narrowed at you again. “Where is she?”

“You’re actually looking at her.”

“Nooo,” he said, dragging the word out like a child. “You’re too nice. She’s not nice. She yells. She calls me gremlin when I play TikToks too loud.”

“You left your phone in the fridge yesterday.”

He gasped. “She told you that?! Fuckin’ snitch.”

“That was me, Sukuna!”

He stared at you, eyes glassy. Then slowly leaned his head back against the wall with the softest bonk.

“…She’s gonna be so mad when she finds out I threw up in her laundry basket.”

You went still. “You what.”

He moaned dramatically and curled up on the floor like a Victorian widow. “Just kill me now. She’s gonna take my skin and sell it on Etsy.”

“I should!”

“But at least I’ll die smelling like her dryer sheets,” he sighed.

You threw a pillow at his face.

He caught it — sort of. It bounced off his forehead, and he mumbled something about betrayal.

Finally, you sighed and walked over, crouching beside him. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed.”

“I can walk,” he grunted, then immediately wobbled as he tried to stand and reached for you blindly. “Where’s my scary y/n. I want her to carry me.”

You rolled your eyes, hoisting his arm over your shoulder. “Still me.”

He leaned heavily into you, breath warm against your temple.

“…You smell like her.”

“I am her, Sukuna.”

He groaned. “Then you’re way prettier than usual.”

You blinked. “That’s not even an insult.”

“You’re not even real,” he muttered as you half-dragged him down the hall. “She’s not this nice. This must be a dream.”

You shoved open his bedroom door and dumped him onto the bed. “If it is, it’s about to be a nightmare.”

He grunted as he flopped over, hugging a pillow. “Tell my roommate she’s hot. But also scary. But like… the hot kind of scary. And if she’s still mad about the laundry basket, tell her I love her.”

Your stomach twisted just a little.

You blinked. “What?”

But Sukuna was already snoring.

Dead to the world.

And covered in your socks.

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[devswritingcornerorsmth]

breaking 'n entering (dorian/reader)

promised my bf i'd write about telly but this came out instead

cw: dorian gets the shit kicked out of him, low-key unrequited love

Every kick made in desperation was painful, brutal. Dorian stood firm and strong, taking every kick while clenching his jaw. If he faltered in any way, it would mean failure. He didn't know who this was, but they seemed drunk. Maybe just some random punk or a bitter ex, either way, he would not let them in. He couldn't. Every kick hurt, bruising his body. Dorian would have laughed as the person kicked everywhere but his weak spot, just below the knob.

He knew everyone would be okay; Monique had Sofia to protect her if they were after money. Those thoughts quickly left his head when Dorian received another blow to his gut, gritting his teeth with a pained grunt that sounded like the door giving way to the bastard kicking him. No, he needed to stand strong. Not just for the rest of the objects, but for you, sleeping soundly in your bed.

Sure, the other Dorians were sturdy, but a few good kicks like this would open them right up. The thought of this person doing something to you made Dorian's blood run cold, and he tensed, continuing to stand firm.

"Shitty... fuckin'..." The person mumbled, turning and stumbling away after long moments. They were definitely drunk, making their way over to the next house while bumbling nonsense and other stupid drunken behavior.

Dorian almost collapsed, catching himself just in time to stand tall and continue to protect you. You were safe, that's all that mattered...

"Yo... you good, man...?" Curt asked after a moment of silence, Rod next to him as usual, with the same worried expression. Wyndolyn was covering her mouth, watching on in horror. Dorian nodded with a grunt, now extremely grateful the drunk person didn't smash Wyndolyn instead.

"'m fine. Just... don't tell the human 'bout this. The last thing they need is more stress in their life." Dorian grumbled, taking slow, deep breaths to try and calm the pain and bruising spreading through his body. Curt and Rod looked at each other with raised brows and concerned looks, silently communicating whether they should tell you about what went down. "Please..."

The duo snapped their heads back toward Dorian at the sound of his soft plea, noticing his exhausted demeanor. The two look at each other again before nodding.

"Yeah, no problem..." Rod agreed. "A-are you sure you're good, man? I can get Able to go get Farya or-"

"I'm fine," Dorian said sternly, shooting the two a small glare that made them straighten up. "Just... give me a moment. And silence."

Wyndolyn watched from her space, making a mental note to tell you in the morning.

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Heading downstairs, you find Dorian collapsed, sitting on the ground, and catching his breath. You rush to him in a panic, kneeling beside him while Farya tended to his injuries.

"Jesus, Dorian, what the hell happened?!" You ask him. Dorian seemed disappointed in himself for being found like this, knowing he should have been stronger. He hesitated to tell you, not wanting to make you worry. He opened his mouth to tell the truth to you gently, but...

"He got his shit kicked in by some dude drunk outta his mind!" Curt blurted out.

"Yeah! But he took every hit like it didn't phase him!" Rod joined in. "He-!"

"Not now, please!" Farya interrupted in annoyance, wanting her full attention on Dorian. His shirt was pulled open, revealing his torso and multiple purple, almost black bruises. A soft blush dusted his cheeks due to being this exposed, especially with you so close.

Dorian looked at you from under his cap, giving you a look that could only be described as shame and sorrow. You only felt more worried, hesitating before taking his hand in yours.

"Thank you, Dorian." You say softly. His eyes widened briefly, brows shooting up before relaxing again and looking away.

"Just doin' my job, luv." He murmured, wincing as Farya applied something cold to his skin.

"Well, all the injuries are external, you'll be alright. Just try to relax and take it easy for a few weeks." Farya explained, brushing herself off and gathering her tools. "Oh, and put this on the bruises every day." She said, handing the strange blue and red bottle to Dorian.

"Thanks, but..." He looked at you again, hesitating to say he couldn't relax, he needed to stay strong to protect you. But that look in your eyes of pure worry and fear... the way you clenched his hand. "I'll... take it easy."

He buttoned up his shirt, pulling on his jacket again while telling himself it's nothing you haven't seen before, thanks to his horizontal form in the boiler room. He still couldn't help but blush, finding himself envious of the other Dorian that got so close to you while so little clothed.

"I'm alright, luv, really, ya don't have to fret over me all day," Dorian reassured you, still holding your hand, and giving it a gentle squeeze. He took a step back, retaking his position as the door.

"Alright... but take it easy, okay?" You replied, hesitant to leave him. You looked like you wanted to say more, but he closed himself off before you could. Dorian was already overwhelmed with emotions and didn't want to say or blurt out anything that could ruin the friendship.

You were safe... that's all that mattered.

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GUH i suck at dialouge sorry sorry.

thanks for reading mwah i'm doing smth for telly next (probably)

[siri-ike]

Magpie stealthily crept out the window, Trogon jewels in hand. She had only intended to steal the Seriemas emerald and the bedazzled Frogmouth statue, so there wasn't enough room in her pouch. She landed on the ground in the classic stance, the one that's bad for the knees. She was about to sneak off into some dark corner of Gotham when she heard the unmistakable sound of Solomon Grundy flying past the ally and crash landing in the street. Magpie poked her head out to see what was going on. In the middle of the street was a crater full of Grundy. She scurried over to check on the guy, but he seemed to be happy. He wasn't moving, but he didn't look like he was knocked out either. It was more like he was resting after a long day at an amusement park. She slid down and crouched near his head. "Hey, Grundy, you okey?" She placed the jewels from one hand on her lap so she could stroke his forehead.

"Grundy...new...friend." He growled in his usual manner.

"Friend" like how he and Bizaro are friends or how Penguin calls them "friends".

"Who is Grundys' new friend?"

"Kiteman...sidekick."

Sidekick? Wassnt Charlie's kid dead? Magpie glanced in the direction he'd come flying from only to be met with a green glowing skeleton mere inches from her face. Instinctively, she punched it and jumped back. Its skull went flying, and the body flayled around, trying to find it again. The whole scene looked like it belonged in the background of Pirates of the Caribbean. Magpie stood up and looked around. Other skeletons were running around picking up people and animals. She couldn't help but feel sorry for the ones desperately trying to catch bugs and remove them. Suddenly, the first skeleton picked her up and started running.

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Penguin was not happy. It was bad enough that Red Hood had defiled his territories by spray painting penguins dressed as Pokémon everywhere, but that morning he had hacked into the iceberg lounge speakers and played "flightless birds" on loop for 6 hours. It had completely flipped the patronage base. There was only one solution.

"I want you to kill the Red Hood."

Across the table sat Dick disguised as a hit man.

"This is what he looks like." Penguin slid a photo over to his guest.

Suddenly, a goon burst through the door.

"WHAT!!"

"Boss, the news, someone's messing up Gotham."

Penguin scrambled for a remote in his drawer and turned on the TV, which was conveniently tuned to the right channel.

"-going only by "Kitemans Sidekick Danny"-"

"Kitemans Sidekick, huh? Ol Charlie thinks he can cause an uproar in my town, does he? Change of plans." He turned back to the hired gun. "Your target is Charlie Brown." He snapped his fingers at the goon. "Get the file on Kiteman."

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Pamela had recently started staying in bed longer. Of her own free will ofcorse. It had nothing to do with the death grip Harley could somehow manage in her sleep.

"Woah, girl. You got it bad."

"Shut up." She scolded her mutant pitcher plant. "It was just a hook-up. Nothing more."

"A hook-up that's lasted 8 nights?"

"What do you know." She spat.

"Well, for starters," crap, she definitely messed up in giving Pitch room to judge. "There's the fact you created me." The smug overly testosterone filled voice dug into her ego. "And let me just say: mutating a pitcher plant to only eat human penises is the gayest thing you could have done." Why the hell does she keep this thing in their bedroom anyway?

*riiiiiiiing* *riiiiiiiing*

A distraction the phone, finally. Pamela sat up, still letting Harley hold onto her waist, as a long vine brought her her phone.

"Morning."

"Pam, something weird is going on." Selina sounded somewhat worried but kept her cool tone. "Is Harley with you?"

"Pfffft, what? No. We don't spend all our time together or anything. It's not like we're roommates or a cupple . We're friends, and nothing more. Why? Did the plants tell you something?"

"Wha- no. She's not answering her phone. I just wanted to make sure you two are okay. Gotham's gone off the hook. There's someone out there throwing Grundy around like a rag doll."

"Is anyone else involved?"

"Red Hood, it looks like. The Gentleman Ghost was in it for a spat, but he tagged out early. But I also saw Creech there. I wanted to be sure that Harley wasn't involved."

"Ugh, fine." Pamela paused. "This stays between us." She took a deep breath. "Harley is at my place. Been here all night."

Selina snickered.

"Platonicaly!"

"Huh? Whuh?-" Harley sturred.

"Nothing, sweety. You can keep sleeping."

Harley settled back, this time squeezing a little tighter.

"Sounds platonic."

"You keep this to yourself, or I'm growing lilies and tulips all over the city."

"Oh, I won't tell anyone. But know this. When had a betting pool in "when" not "if".

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Bullock really didn't want to deal with this today. He had finally worked up the nerve to ask Marge out, and a classy lady like that deserved a nice dinner. Not... this.

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The first thing Two Face saw when he woke up in a hospital bed was the news. The little twerp that broke his kneecaps was fighting Solomon and Red Hood. He must be with the Bats. Or rather, from how he flies and hits, the Supers or the Martians would be more likely. Two Face pinched the bridge of his nose. He was startled by the loud crash of a tray of medical something or other hitting the floor. Harvey looked over to the source of the noise. It was a nurse. The sound also woke up the officer in the chair next to him.

"Sorry, I just need to change the bandages." She addressed the officer who tried to act like he hadn't been asleep. She picked up a roll of bandages and walked over to the bed. Something was off about this woman. Her uniform was revealing, and she didn't even seem intimidated approaching a known criminal. She gave him a sly smile before her arm quickly turned to clay, covering the officer from head to toe. Muffled screams could barely be heard as he struggled for air. It was no use.

Danny: Omg! It's you! I'm a huge fan of your work!

Kiteman: What? Really?

Danny: Yeah! Do you know how cool it is to meet someone who flies and rarely attacks civilians? I broke the Riddler's knee caps in your honor! Can I have your autograph?

Kiteman: Of course! Would you like a picture, too?

Danny: WOULD I!?

Bruce watching from a rooftop: Everyone move in on Kiteman once he finishes the meet and greet with his fan.

Damian: Why wait? He's completely distracted. This be the optimal time to take Kiteman down.

Bruce: I am not ruining this moment for him.

Damian: Why?

Bruce: The man's main weapon is a tribute to his dead son that Riddler killed. A kite. The last person to be as excited for his kites was said, son.

Damian: .....We shall wait.

Tim on com: Why wait when we have a perfect-

Damian: YOU LEAVE THAT MAN ALONE DRAKE LET HIM ENJOY THIS.

Duke: Are we just going to move on from the guy who said he broke the Riddler's knee caps?

Bruce: The question mark bitch had it coming.

[kiplex]

You hated parties. They were loud, overstimulating, and there were too many strangers. So when Gideon invited you and Caleb to a party he was having you were hesitant to say the least. You thought having your boyfriend there, your emotional support Caleb, you would be fine; especially once you had a little bit of alcohol in your system. But alas, the universe has a different plan for tonight.

You're three cups of something deep, probably some vodka and a splash of juice, and glued to the side of the wall which were vibrating with how loud the music was, the hum of people yelling over the music certainly wasn't helping. Caleb was god knows where, the second you guys got to the party Gideon whisked him away to go take shots with him and some of the guys they went to college with. Your finger drums a consistent beat against your red plastic cup, your eyes scan the room for any sign of him. Sure, you could go and talk to people, mingle a bit but… Something in your stomach lurches at the thought of doing that.

You take another small sip. You pull out your phone check to the time. “You're Colonel Xia's girlfriend right?" Someone shouts to your left. He looked about the same age as Caleb. “Ah! Yeah! Yeah I am." Your voice wobbles, slightly startled. “Man, he is one lucky guy. I was assigned to his fleet shortly after he took over." The man extends his hand offering his name, that you definitely don't catch. Instead you politely smile, shaking his hand and yelling your name back over the music.

He starts going on and on about fleet stuff, with the amount of liquor in your body you really can't make heads or tails of it, you just politely nod. He wasn't a bad guy or anything, you just clearly were uncomfortable and didn't want to be there. When you feel a hand wrap around your waist, you nearly jump ten feet in the air. “Woah woah! Pips, it's me." Caleb's voice is soft in your ear. Your whole body immediately relaxes into his touch. “Oh Colonel! Good to see you off duty." The man you're talking to acknowledges his superior. “Good to see you too, if you don't mind I'm gonna steal her away for a bit." Caleb smiles at the man. You are always in awe of how charming and charismatic Caleb is naturally. He makes it look effortless.

The man nods, and Caleb grabs your wrist taking you to a free spot farther down the wall. His body blocks your view of the crowd, his cologne flooding your senses calming your nervous system down exponentially. " You okay pretty girl?” He asks, his hands cupping your cheeks intentionally making you maintain eye contact with him. Regardless you down cast your eyes. " I'm fine.” You answer, not wanting to ruin this night for him.

He rarely gets time off, let alone gets to spend it with his friends. His eyebrows furrow. " No you aren't.” He sighs, pulling you against his chest before wrapping his arms around you. " Pips, I've known you, your whole life. I know when you're lying to me.” He kisses the top of your head. " Let me ask you again. Are you okay?” He repeats gently. You shake your head no into his chest. "Not really, it's loud and I'm a little tipsy and… I'm sorry Caleb." Your eyes gloss over slightly, tears threatening to spill over.

He pulls you back a bit so he can look at you. “Aw you sweet girl, don't apologize. You've never really been big on this stuff. I'm proud of you for even tagging along with me. Even Gideon was singing praises about you being here tonight… I mean I did shove him for talking about my girlfriend like that, but semantics.” You giggle slightly.

Caleb kisses your forehead. " Do you wanna get the hell out of here?" He asks, grinning at you. “Are you sure? I know you don't get to do this often…" You mumble. He smiles, shaking his head. “I already got to hang out with Gideon for a while, besides my girlfriend is clearly overstimulated and trying to be brave for me. That's my job Pips, how dare you steal my thunder." He squeezes you slightly. You lean up kissing him gently. “Let's go home." He grabs your hand again, leading you through the sea of people out the door. “Oh also, if I see you talking to another man at a party again I won't be so kind next time, I can promise you that. " You roll your eyes, a dumb smile on your face. If you're being honest, you wouldn't have it any other way.

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[batsandbirdbrains]

I need Bruce trying to gentle parent Dick as a child. Like maybe Bruce isn’t exactly a good parent but tries. When Dick starts throwing massive tantrums, he just puts Dick in an empty room for time out. This does not stop Dick as he ends up destroying the room despite nothing being in it. When Dick does something Bruce doesn’t approve of, Bruce just says softly “Don’t do that.” Dick does it again. Like I need him trying and failing. Nothing he does works. Then Dick decides to turn that gentle parenting back on Bruce. No whenever Bruce makes him mad, he puts Bruce in a time-out room. Whenever Bruce is being dumb, he just gives him a pout and says “Don’t do that.” Bruce actually does his best to listen to Dick because he thinks it might foster trust or encourage Dick to follow along when Bruce does it to him. It doesn’t really work. Dick still doesn’t listen and now Bruce is being parented by the child he’s supposed to be raising. The only plus is that it calms down Dick’s more violent urges because instead of destroying shit he just sends Bruce away.

Then Dick gets shot, and something in Bruce snaps. There is no more gentle parenting, no more kind words or soft punishments. He needs to make Dick listen, and if that means hurting him, then so be it. He loses sight of the fact that Dick is still a kid, an incredibly traumatized one at that. He still lets Dick parent him, although he’s more snappy about it. Dick stops being soft with him, too, instead telling him harshly to get to bed, threatening to sic Alfred on him, or screaming in his face about how he’s the worst. Somehow they’ve fallen into this horrible dynamic and neither of them know how to get out of it. Dick blames himself for being such a troubled kid, and though Bruce never says it, Dick knows he blames him too. So Dick leaves.

Eventually, over the years their family grows, but Bruce’s softness never really comes back. He’s meaner, more controlling, even downright cruel at times. And one day when the entire batfam is arguing with him over how unreasonable he is, one them snaps and says “Jesus, B, who turned you into such a fucking asshole?” and before Bruce can even think about it, he responds “Dick did.” He closes his mouth in shock, face going ashen while everyone else freezes. The words cut straight into Dick’s heart. He replies with the only words he can think of at the moment “Don’t do that.” He meant for the words to be cold, confident. Instead they came out soft, chiding and pained. Before anyone can say anything else, Bruce turns on his heel and leaves. They all try to follow him to argue more but then stare, confused, as he walks into an empty room, locking the door behind him. He doesn’t come out for a long time.

🥺 rip out my fucking heart why don’t you, damn.

But now I’m just thinking of the scenario with Bruce saying Dick turned him into an asshole, and the whole room freezes.

Jason didn’t expect an actual answer. Tim and Damian thought Bruce would have just chided Jason for his language. Dick thought a Bruce was just going to keep yelling.

But then the way he says, “Dick did” without even thinking about it, without hesitation, it shocks everyone.

And Dick feels like he wants to cry, because sure, he knew he was a pretty fucked up kid. He was troubled. Traumatized. A problem child. But Bruce for the most part had been so patient when he was little. And when Bruce started being an asshole after Dick got shot, it wasn’t like Dick couldn’t fight right back. It was almost like a game, sometimes. But Dick has always felt so guilty about it, because Bruce had been so soft spoken and patient and nice, and then Dick went and fucked him up. Dick ruined him. It’s all Dick’s fault.

Dick has always had that thought in the back of his mind. But he’s never had any real proof that Bruce felt the same.

Now he does. And Dick’s chest feels hollow as he stares at a horrified looking Bruce.

All Dick can manage to say is a soft, desperate, “Don’t do that,” just like Bruce always tried to use with him, before he started using yelling as his go-to response.

Then Bruce turns without saying anything and walks right into an empty room, and Dick feels like he’s going to throw up. He turns too, towards his bike, and he ignores the way his siblings are calling after him. He turns off his comms and rides home, going way too fast, feeling the wind whip around him, and tears blurring his vision until he blinks them away.

When he gets back to his Blüdhaven apartment, he slides in through the window and doesn’t even change out of his costume before he’s puking in the bathroom.

He silences his phone, turns in his security system, and then spends the next hour sitting under the water in his shower, spacing out until the water goes ice cold and he has to get out. Then he crawls into bed, pulls out Zitka from under the pillows to hug to his chest, and buries his head under his pillows. If he doesn’t pay attention to it, he can pretend he’s not still crying because of the guilt.

He stays like that for a long time, not moving. He falls asleep for a while, wakes up in a panic, rinse and repeat.

He doesn’t know how long it’s been, but the next thing he knows, someone is sitting down on his bed next to him, laying a hesitant hand in his back. And he knows it’s Bruce, and it just makes him feel even worse.

“Go away,” he begs, the words muffled under his pillows.

“I didn’t mean it,” Bruce tries to tell him.

“Yes you did,” Dick says miserably. “And it’s true. I know it’s true, you don’t have to pretend it’s not.”

“It wasn’t you who made me an asshole,” Bruce says. “The situation-”

“Caused by me,” Dick argues.

“You were just a child, Dick.” Bruce sighs.

“A horrible, no good, rotten child!”

“Don’t say that about yourself,” Bruce says firmly. “It’s not true, Dick. I don’t care what anyone says, you were not a rotten child. You were just a little boy. I was the adult, and I should have found other solutions that worked for you.”

Dick doesn’t say anything, but he eventually moves out from under the pillows to curl up with his head in Bruce’s lap. Bruce plays with his hair, and the two of them stay quiet for a long time. Neither of them really knows what to say. They’re both still upset. And they’re both awful at dealing with their feelings.

The sadness and anger and guilt they’re feeling from this fight won’t be resolved. They won’t really talk about it. It won’t be talked about without someone else bringing it up, and that won’t happen for a while.

But for now, Bruce is going to comfort his son. And for now, Dick will let him.

[hirasunny]

Unforgotten Vow

pairing — k-drama! yeon sieun x fem! reader

synopsis — you and sieun made one simple promise when you were kids, and you continue to do so as you got older.

warnings/reader notes — mentions bullying, you and sieun r crybabies (in a good way), sunshine reader and sieun absolutely adores it, he thinks you're a goddess, references to season 1 plot

genre — childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining, slight angst

word count — 2.5k+ words

note: hi! it's me again <3 i want to thank you for enjoying my fics! i read all of your comments and appreciate it a lot :( it really motivates me to write even though i'm not the best at it. much love u guys ^^ as a thanks, here’s a story dedicated to this precious boy 💛 p.s: should i make a part 2? TT

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Sieun was 7 years old when he met you.

He was celebrating his birthday at the park before he accidentally tripped and scraped his knee.

His mom and dad sat by the picnic table a few feet away from him, yet he moved unnoticed to a nearby bench. He sat down in pain as he tried to stop himself from crying.

But it was unsuccessful, his tears fell on his lap continuously. He had a feeling that his father was going to scold him again.

“Are you okay?”

Your voice was small and chirpy when you went up to him in question, tilting your head while he wiped his face and nodded—he was not one for talking.

However, you spoke again, “Do you need a band aid? I can give you one.” You asked shyly.

Sieun looked at you closely, your clothes dirty from possibly playing a lot, your hair was in decent braids but some strands already sticking out, and your legs were visibly decorated with dirt.

He moved to your face, chubby cheeks and (e/c) eyes that held curiosity in them. The boy didn’t mutter anything but still took the band aid in your offering hand, ripping it open.

You smiled and sat down beside him as you continued to talk with newly found confidence. Sieun didn’t even know what you were saying—was it about the kids at the playground? He wasn’t sure. You were talking too fast and too much.

Nonetheless, he listened.

It felt like an eternity when his mother finally called out for him; she seemed surprise as soon as her eyes landed on them.

“My mom is here.” Sieun stated, having a glance at his parental figure. That was the first time he opened his mouth, you thought. You pouted at him.

“Already? But I was going to invite you to the slide.” You responded, upset. He didn’t talk—but you liked his company. He was the only one who didn’t cut you off from speaking!

Sieun gazed back at you weirdly. Why weren’t you telling him mean things like the other kids do? And you even want to play with him. It puzzled the poor boy.

Then, he noticed your lips change from a frown to a big grin instead. “But you’ll be back right? We can play next time!” You say in excitement, nodding to yourself.

“What’s your name? I’m (Name)!”

He took a long time to process it before he answered, “Sieun.” Honestly, he had no idea why he replied, but maybe it was the way you were determined to make him your friend.

It made him feel normal in some way.

“Sieun..” You repeated slowly, just to get used to the sound of it rolling off your tongue.

A shout of your name stopped him from speaking up, you took a glimpse in that direction with a pout, “It’s my mom! I gotta go.” You huffed, looking at the boy beside you.

“Come back, okay? I’ll be here tomorrow!” You added, giving a wave as you ran to your mother. He stood up, observing you.

He disliked going outside. But if it meant that you were there, it might be bearable.

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“Sieun! What happened?” You breathed out after running. The boy was sitting alone at the swing as he stared into abyss.

To everyone else, he looked completely fine.

But you knew him—if you stare in his eyes long enough, you would see how much emotion he actually keeps by himself. And right now, you had no doubt that he was going through something heavy.

“Your mom’s really worried, she called and said you weren’t at home.” You inform softly, settling at the swing next to his. The night was quiet, you heard nothing but the sounds of trees brushing against one another and the creaking of your swings.

You got comfortable as you admired the starry sky.

“My parents..” Sieun started, following your gaze. You hummed, an indication that you were listening.

“They’re getting a divorce.”

You raise your eyebrows in shock, looking back at him. “What..?”

He avoided your look, the ground being more interesting than the look on your face. He felt disappointed that you had to see him like this. Again.

Yet you never cared.

The word was quite new to you, it was only recently when you discovered its meaning—though you knew it was more than just a word that hurt Sieun. It meant something to him.

So you placed a hand on his shoulder and peeking your head closer to his, “Hey, it’s gonna be fine. You have me.”

Sieun finally looked at you, his eyes speaking to you more than words could express.

Thank you, they say.

You laughed lightly, ruffling his hair. He hated when people touch his hair, but you? He never minded.

“But if you have to move someplace else..” You rest your hand back on your lap. “Promise me you’ll come back?”

Oh, why were you looking at him like that?

Like you never want him to go?

Sieun’s shoulders eased and his tense look melted as he studied you. Then, he slowly raised his pinky finger. “I promise.” He told you truthfully. You smiled at him, finding the sincerity in his words.

You hooked your pinky with his, “Okay.” You whispered as to not ruin the peaceful moment.

Sieun was 10 years old when he promised you that he’d come back if he ever left someday.

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Fate jinxed the both of you.

It must’ve laughed for the reason that it was you who had to move away instead of him.

Here you were, crying uncontrollably in front of your best friend at the airport.

“This is so unfair!” You sobbed, violently wiping your tears as Sieun gave you a tissue. He hasn’t said a single word since the ride to the airport. He seemed out of it, you noticed.

On the other hand, this was his first time to skip a few classes. You were surprised when he showed up at your house unannounced. You kept asking him several times if it was okay for him to do such a thing the whole car ride, he would simply nod as he stared at you after, you ignored it out of nervousness.

You never knew that he was memorizing you, because it could be the last time he’d ever see you again.

The star hair clip he gifted you on your birthday was neatly on your hair, the way you bounce your knee rapidly each time you get anxious, your backpack had all sorts of keychains that you buy from school trips with him, and the looks you give him—every smile, every funny face, every pout and cry. He'd remember it all.

Sieun took a mental note of all the little things, like he was studying: because if this test is about you, surely, he'd ace it.

Though, he wasn't the only one who notices, you also recognized a few things. Like his tight grip on the strap of his bag was evident, the slight twitching of his fingers—a habit he does when he’s overthinking, and his brown orbs that look at you to tell you everything you need to know.

He's...wait.

Is he tearing up?

You widen your eyes as he shuffled awkwardly and looked down, trying to maintain his posture.

"You're.." You were hesitant, but you took a step forward, bringing him to your embrace. You heard sniffles on your shoulder as he laid his forehead there while his arms remained by his side. He didn't know where to place them.

"Don't cry, you big baby." You murmur, your tears slipping out for God knows how many times today. "I'm gonna come back, you know that." You assured him. His hands finally moved to your back, gripping your shirt as he nodded.

You two stayed that way for a few minutes before his gaze lingered at you, "Promise me you will." Sieun lowly spoke with trembling lips. You exhaled from your nose, bringing his hand close to your chest as you do the same, then interlocked both of your pinkies.

"I promise you, more than anything."

Sieun was 13 when you left South Korea.

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Three years had passed by as Sieun faced everything alone.

The problems, the bullying, the guilt—

Suho.

Every step he took felt like he was getting pulled down further and further away from the light he once saw.

From Suho, and most especially from you.

What would you think of him if you knew what was happening in his life right now?

He got his answer when he saw you.

You.

Your figure stood patiently outside his apartment door, a plastic bag containing all the snacks you used to share together was held loosely in one hand and your phone on the other.

Your appearance had completely changed. Your hair grew a bit longer, and the baby fat on your cheeks now reduced. You looked different, but deep down, Sieun hoped you were the still the happy-go-lucky girl he knew.

As you raised your phone to your ear, you check your left. You paused as the phone of the boy you were waiting for rang loudly in the pocket of his jacket.

The two of you stared at one another as the ringing continued, you, however, smiled knowingly at him.

"I kept my promise."

Sieun couldn't believe he could run that fast when he brought you into his arms.

Slowly, the chaos in his mind went silent.

Finally, for once. He was at peace.

Momentarily, he realized he was crying because you had to wipe the tears away, "I know," You still told him in a caring tone. "I'm here."

No other words were needed as you both remained in each other's arms for a while that day.

A few days had gone by rather quickly, and you started to see more of Sieun. He had grown taller since the last time you saw him, his voice was deeper from the timid, high-pitched one you always heard, and his eyes that used to shine at you were now dull as an unsharpened knife.

Regardless, something else had brought your attention—his walls that broke down when you met him was building itself up again. He became distant. The Sieun you cherished was back in his little shell, the one who refused help and locked himself away from people. You knew you had to pull him out.

So you were present, just like before. In every visit at Suho's hospital, you sat beside him when he typed out his messages; in every school he got rejected to, you had a list of backup schools he can apply for; in every night he had nightmares, you were only a call away; in every session at therapy, you were there outside, waiting.

Despite all the hardships and troubles he was facing, you smiled warmly at him.

He never understood any of it. It resembled the times when you were kids. Where you stayed with him more than anyone else.

How can you, someone so beautiful, still smile adoringly at something so broken, with its pieces gradually falling apart?

One time at the bus stop, it was extremely cold when the rain poured heavily around you.

Even as you laughed at a sarcastic comment he made about freezing to death, you still took his cold hands to yours, blowing on it. "What are you doing?" He questioned, startled as he tried to withdraw his hands.

"Keeping you warm, dummy."

You were glowing, and you gaze at him with the same loving grin. His heart fluttered, feeling his frigid fingers soften and warm up because of you.

He pretended not to know if the cause of his face and ears going red was also you.

You never complained and never rushed. You were there, patient and supportive.

Soon, he thought of himself from a few years ago. Whatever 13-year-old Sieun had realized when you went abroad, he was right.

Because he loved you. For the longest time.

And he was not going to let you go.

Just before the day he would move to the new apartment in Yeongdeungpo, where he was accepted in a school named Eunjang High, he knocked on your door, with your favorite food and drink.

"Wow! Is this your goodbye gift?" You teased him, taking the bag from his hand as you let him inside.

He wordlessly sat down when you invited him to the couch, you tilt your head. When Sieun was quiet, he had something in his mind. There was a sparkle of certainty in his puppy-look eyes as he stared at you.

"You okay, pretty boy?" The nickname was familiar, you always called him that ever since your playground hangouts. He often tells you to stop that—but you couldn't, not when you notice his ears getting red and his lips that tries to refrain himself from smiling.

“…” Crap. What was he going to say again? He made efforts to practice in front of the mirror only for him to fail at the moment he needed his words.

To you, it looked like he was struggling. It worried you.

You took the guts to place a hand on his cheek, fixating his focus on you. "Sieun, what's going on—"

"I love you."

You let out a surprised sound, your eyes wide at the sudden words.

You felt a sense of rushing emotions inside you. Was it excitement, shock, or bashfulness?

Whatever it was, you were just sure it was making your face hot.

Okay. That was straightforward.

But it was Yeon Sieun, the boy who always had a sure answer.

You pinch his cheek lightly, he squinted his eyes at you as if it could help his ruddy ears from turning back to its original color. "Hey, are you crazy?! Why are you saying such things?" You asked just so you can lighten up the conversation.

"Because I do. I love you." He calmly told you again, the three magic words made you cover your face. "Okay, okay! I get it." You were embarrassed, could he not act so nonchalant?! You were freaking out here!

"Is it.. bad?" Sieun mumbled, watching as you grumble something in your hands, somewhere along the lines of: "Curse those cold-blooded veins in your body!"

You looked at him, red faced with a pout. "No, of course not! It's just that..."

You trailed off, finding the strength to face him again and held his cold hands in your warm ones. You took a moment, "I.. I love you, too. Since forever." You breathed out, smiling shakily at him.

Were you a Goddess? Sieun thought. How could you look so beautiful?

He leaned to you, initiating first. "Can I kiss you?" He asks in a deep voice, pulling your hands.

You gulped nervously, nodding as no words could come out of your mouth.

He moved, closer and closer, until your noses touched and the two of you closed your eyes. The world around you stopped moving when his lips gently settled on yours.

Sieun was 16 when he kissed his first love.

[moonlight-ba3]

hiiiii, so basically just seen your master list and was wondering if i could request a Jack Hughes x fem! Reader fic

So basically the reader is okay at skating but want to get better at it since she is dating a literal ice hockey player (jack hughes) so she starts showing up to the rink early in the morning to practice and one day jack shows up and begins to help the reader with her skating :)

Skating help 

pairing:jack hughes x reader

summary:you want some extra help with your skating but to scared to ask for help, good thing your dating a nhl player 

a/n:fluff, thank you for the request :), also I gave up like halfway through, not proofread!!

I wake up to my alarm blaring in my ears. I groan turning it off, my eyes start to close again before I feel something licking me. I groan again, realizing it’s my dog, Vanilla.

‘’Ok, im up girl’’ I tell her as she keeps licking me.

As I get up and walk towards the kitchen to make some coffee, I hear my phone go off I pick it up to see a text from my boyfriend, Jack.

Wanna get breakfast??

I stare at it, too scared to tell him im going to the rink.

I haven’t told him I’ve been going for a while.

Maybe I should tell him.

No, it’s gonna be so embarrassing if he asks to come and sees how horrible I am at it.

I can’t woke up with a bad headache.

He responded almost immediately 

Do you want me to come over?

No its ok

Okay, I love you

Love you too

I let out a deep breath, looking down at Vanilla she stares back up at me like she knows what just happened.

As I get ready I keep thinking about how I should tell him how long I’ve been doing this.

He won’t find out.

At least not yet.

𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡

A few days pass, with the same routine wake up, lie to Jack, go to the rink.

But today when I went I noticed a familiar person.

Its Jack.

I turn around ready to walk out, before I hear somebody call out my name. I turn around.

‘’What are you doing here?’’ I ask him.

‘’To help you.’’ He tells me causally.

‘’How did you even know I was here?’’

‘’We can see each other’s locations, remember.”

I completely forgot about that.

‘’You’ll help me?’’

‘’Of course, I will’’

I let out a soft laugh.

‘’Come on show me what you got.’’ He tells me as he gets my skates out.

Jack helps me put them on, he insisted that he had to, I look down at him admiring the way his fingers move softly through the laces and his hair falling in front of eyes. He pats my knees, pulling me out of my trance.

We walk over to the rank. A wave of anxiety slightly hits me. 

He puts his hand in mine.

‘’Im here to help, not to judge’’ He assures me.

I take a deep breath, before stepping on the ice.

We skate around the rink, my legs wobbling a little bit, Jack right beside me the whole time.

When we reach the end, I start to loose my balance, thankfully Jack was right there to catch me.

‘’Caught you.’’ He smiles at me.

He puts me back on my feet, hands still on my waist.

‘’I think you did really good, but make sure you have more bend in your knees.’’

‘’Thank you’’

He smiles back at me, before giving me a kiss on the lips. 

‘’Anytime, again, Im here to help you not judge.’’

When we finally put all our stuff up and leave. We go back to my apartment.

‘’Thank you for your help, I needed it.’’ I tell him.

‘’Of course Im here whenever you need me.”

[alotofpockets]

Everything I've ever dreamed of | Beth Mead x Reader

5k celebration prompt: “Our life together is everything I’ve ever dreamed of.”

Woso masterlist | Words: 1.8k

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“Good morning Sunshine.” Beth says as she kisses the back of your shoulder and cuddles further into you. You let out a content hum and take her hand to wrap around you. “Morning baby.” Your voice still a little groggy from just waking up. 

Beth continues pressing kisses onto your shoulder. You turn around with an amused smile, “What has gotten you all excited?” Your girlfriend’s smile grew, “Well, since we’ve got the weekend off, I’ve planned a little date for us. Surprise!” 

You were immediately excited about what she had planned and wouldn’t stop asking her what you were going to do, but the answer kept being “It’s a surprise.” Each time she didn’t tell you, you jokingly rolled your eyes at her. In reality, it didn’t matter what she had planned, you were just happy to be spending time with her.

After she made you breakfast, yes made you, you weren’t allowed to help, you went to get ready together. “What am I supposed to wear to this mystery date?” You ask while browning your closet. “Just something comfy, I’m gonna go for jeans and a shirt.” She picks out her outfit, and you decide to match her with a pair of jeans and a shirt as well. “Gotcha, comfy not fancy.” Beth smiled, “Do with that what you will, Sunshine.”

Before you know it, you’re sitting in the passenger seat with Myle in the back, and Beth driving you out of the driveway. You figured the first part of the drive would be familiar, so you didn’t think much of it, but when she turned into Steph’s street, you started to get a little sceptical. “Our date is at Steph’s?”

Beth sends you a look, “I love Steph dearly, but we are not having our date at her place, who do you think I am?.” She says with a chuckle. “We’re just here to pick up Calvin, he’s joining us today.”

Beth parks the car, and as soon as she is about to get out of the car you jump out and say, “I’ll get him!” You rush up the stairs of her apartment building and head up to her floor. Once Steph opens the door, you step in right away. “If Calvin is coming, you must know where we are going.” 

“Well, hello to you too, my dear friend.” Steph says from the doorway, still with the handle of the open door in her hand. You quickly walk back to where she is standing, in the hopes that being extra nice to her would make her tell you. “Hi Steffy, you’re a great friend, and I love you soooo much.” You say as you hug her. 

She chuckles at your change of behaviour. “You’re right, I know exactly what she has planned, but I am under strict orders to not tell you anything about it.” She laughs when you let out a frustrated groan, “She’s really not telling you anything, is she?” With a shake of your head, you say, “Nope.” and lean down to pet Calvin. “Did they tell you, bud? Yeah, I’m sure they did. Lucky you, they won’t tell me a thing.”

You give Steph another hug, after she puts on Calvin’s leash and hands him over to you. “Have fun today!” You smile and thank her. 

When you get to the car, you open the door to the backseat so Calvin can join Myle. After you close the door you share a look with Beth, “You told her not to tell me anything?” Beth’s smile grows, “Steph knows that a surprise is meant to stay a surprise, unlike someone else.” She teases. 

Beth started driving again, and at first you still recognised the roads, but quickly you started to leave the city, and you lost track of all the turns you took. So, finally you gave up trying to figure out where you were going, and started to just enjoy the music. 

The both of you were singing along to your playlist on full volume, when you realised that Beth took a turn into an offroad, signalling that you had to be close to your destination. “Are we here?” Beth looked over and saw the excitement on your face grow the closer that you got.

“Tulleys,” You read off the sign, “that name sounds familiar.” After a short moment it comes to you, “Don’t they do a pumpkin farm in the fall?” Beth nods, “They do.” 

“But it’s spring, there are no pumpkins in spring.” You say with a frown. “We’re not going to an empty pumpkin patch, I promise. Do you trust me?” Beth asks as she gives your hand, that laid on her leg, a soft squeeze. “Yes, I got into your car without knowing where we were going. I think it’s safe to say that I do.” Beth jokingly rolled her eyes at your comment, and turned the next corner.

Your face lit up as you saw how Tulleys was decorated, bright colours were all around you. The entrance to the lot had a big banner topping it ‘Welcome to Tulleys Tulip Fest’. “Oh Beth, this looks so cool!”

You started your date off on the tulip fields, brightly coloured tulips filled rows and rows of land. The vibrant colours alone made you absolutely love the place. On top of that there were musicians walking around, giving you live background music. 

Beth took you to one of the little restaurants for lunch, where you excitedly told her all about how much you had been enjoying your date so far. She had really outdone herself with this one. 

Together you explored the whole fest, the Tulip Trail, Spring Awakening, Tulipa Lake, the Whispering Windmill, Spring Dreams, and the Secret Garden. Grabbing all the yummy goods along the way, gelato, poffertjes, donuts, tries, and coffee.

To finish the day, you were now waiting in line to go on the Observation Wheel. Both the dogs at the little doggy waiting area. You were super excited to see the whole place, so excited that you hadn’t even noticed that Beth’s mind was somewhere else.

She was fidgeting with the hem of her shirt, the nerves finally settling in after today. She had moved the ring from her bag into her pocket a few minutes ago while you weren’t looking, and suddenly it all got even more real.

You had often talked about the topic of marriage in your three years of dating, and especially the past few months. Beth had tested the waters by striking up a conversation on the topic again. She felt ready to take the next step, but she wanted to make sure that you were as well.

It was crazy how she still got so nervous about asking you to marry her, while she knew you were ready and knew that you wanted to get married to her. The moment you turned your head back to Beth, she hid her nerves behind a smile. “Ready to go on?” She asked after kissing your cheek. “So, ready. I am so excited to see this place from above!”

The view was absolutely stunning, you could see the countless rows of tulips, all the ponds, and the little building scattered throughout the location. “Beth, this is absolutely beautiful. Thank you so much for taking me here. It’s perfect here.”

When you were almost at the top when Beth fully turned to you and placed her hand on your leg to get your attention. You tore your eyes away from the view and focussed on your girlfriend, who seemed really serious all of a sudden. “Beth?” 

“I’m good, there is just something I want to say.” You placed your hand on hers and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Beth smiled brightly when you locked eyes again. “I love you. Our life together is everything I’ve ever dreamed of. I would give a whole speech if I had enough time, but we’re only at the top for a little bit, so I will leave it short for now and tell you all the ways you are the love of my life later.” She paused for a moment and took her hand away from your leg.

She reached into her jeans pocket and pulled out a ring box, only then you realised what was happening. Tears immediately spring into your eyes, and your mouth opens in shock. “Y/n, will you marry me?” 

“Yes! Yes! I will marry you!” You say as you fall into her arms. Tears of joy are streaming down your face as you pull away and kiss her. Beth takes the ring out of the small box, and puts it on your finger. 

The moment you have the ring on your finger, the wheel starts moving again. “Wait, we need a picture at the top!” Beth smiles, she knows you so well. “Don’t worry, I slipped them a note with my plan and asked if we could go a second round.” You smile even wider, if that was even possible, “Gosh, you really are perfect. This date has been incredible, and you just made it a million times more special.”

After getting some tulip plants, flowers and memorabilia, you headed back home. You were super happy and so was Beth. The playlist you chose for the way back was full of love songs, and you were blasting it through the car while singing along at the top of your lungs.

When you got back to Steph’s place, you quickly asked if you were allowed to tell Steph about your engagement. “Yes, you can. I’m pretty sure she will immediately look for a ring though, since I told her my plan. I just didn’t text her your answer yet to keep her waiting.” She says chuckling at the last part. “Come on, let’s take the dogs up.”

“Both?” You ask, thinking Myle would come back with you. “Yeah, Steph is dog sitting so we can have the evening to ourselves.” 

You head up to Steph’s apartment with both dogs, and purposely hide your hands in your pocket. Sure enough Steph opened the door immediately searching for your hand without being too obvious about it in case her best friend didn’t ask you.

“Looking for this?” You ask as you pull your hand out of your pocket and show off the ring. “Oh my god, it looks so good on you! Ah, congratulations! My best friend’s getting married, this is so amazing! Tell me everything!”

Beth kissed your cheek before taking care of the dogs, so you could start telling Steph about the date and engagement. When they were all taken care of she joined you and cuddled up on the couch next to you.

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[mullermilkshake]

Time constraints

Part 27 <- Part 28-> Part 29

It's time for labour, the twins are coming and nothing is stopping them.

Yandere!Jinwoo Sung x Fem Pregnant!reader Tags - Heavily pregnant reader, Graphic depictions of labour/childbirth, Hospital, Mentions of c-section procedure, Trauma

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TW - This will contain some very graphic details of labour in childbirth which may be triggering for some, if you do not wish to read it, I will leave a short summary of this chapter at the bottom of this post, thank you all for reading this far and enjoy!!

Don’t freak out.

Don’t freak out.

Don’t fucking freak out.

Your fiancé had lost his memories of you and the twins and now you were pretty sure your water had broken, and he still didn’t remember anything. Fuck- holy fuck, holy fucking- fuck, you were wholeheartdley freaking out, naked and freaking out.

“Okay…” Deep breaths, you ignored the trickling down your leg which pooled on the floor. “Okay. I need to- I need-“

Jinwoo rushed to your side, touching your arm made you flinch. “Tell me what you need. You have a hospital bag or something we need to take, right?”

“Yeah, it’s in the closet- I need a shower.” There was a sudden, dull pain radiating from your back.

Did having sex cause this?

“Okay.” Jinwoo gathered his clothes. “I’ll call the hospital, leave the door open, shout if you need me.”

“Alright.”

The doctor said that when your waters broke, it could be a matter of hours until the twins arrived though not guaranteed. Not long in the grand scheme of things, less than a day and over in a blink.

What if something went wrong? Maybe something would happen to you and Jinwoo ended up being left with two screaming babies all on his own.

You ran the water in the shower, breathing slowly, screwing your eyes shut to try and balance your mind and relax your muscles from tensing too much.

Hot water? No, warm. If it’s too hot, my blood pressure could drop, I might faint and end up having the babies here- what if we were too late to the hospital and I give birth in the car- oh my god.

“Oh my god.”

A quick shower, one to wash your hair and prep yourself before sitting in a stuffy hospital for the week. 

Ten minutes tops, hyper aware of the pressure in your back, like mild period cramps that slightly intensified each time they came over like waves. A couple of minutes maybe more apart.

Ten minutes turned into twenty, then over half an hour when Jinwoo came in, knocking behind the mist of foggy heat on the glass.

“Are you okay? Do you need anything? The hospital said to come in when you’re ready, I’ve put everything at the door and there was an oversized t-shirt on top of the bag so I laid it out for you on the bed.”

You just about heard his voice over the shower, his silhouette waiting behind for a response.

“I’m… freaking out.”

Jinwoo didn’t say anything at first, you could see him pacing, wanting to say something. But he never did.

“Can you come in? I want to make sure I got all the soap out of my hair.”

In honesty, you’d rinsed your hair twice and stood under the running water for who knew how long. Despite Jinwoo’s troubles, having him next to you brought you a comfort you craved.

“Sure.” He took his clothes off quickly, opening the door and slipping inside right next to you.

He hesitated before holding your shoulders, rubbing his thumbs over the wet skin where it counted. You accepted a chaste kiss to your temple, grounding you a little when a cramped pulse through your back and stomach.

“Are the bubbles out?” 

You looked up at him, already exhausted, knowing the next time you slept properly, you wouldn’t be pregnant anymore. Jinwoo searched your hair, massaging it with his fingertips under the water like there were actual bubbles left over.

“Yeah, they’re all out.”

“Okay-“ You hissed, inhaling a sharp breath and catching you off guard.

“What’s wrong? Is it a contraction?”

Nodding, you breathed it out and turned the shower off. “Yeah, it was sharp, nothing like the ones before that.”

“Let’s get dried, I’ll take you to the hospital-“

You pulled him back before he could open the door. “You’ll stay with me, right? You won’t leave.”

Jinwoo smiled sweetly, like how he did before, like his face was searching for little fragments to piece together.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“What if you need to come back here like Jong-in did, and I have the babies before you get back?”

“I guess I better bring everything I need so I won’t have to leave your side then.”

That sentiment stopped your heart beating any faster, yet the anxiety still remained. “It’s too early, I thought we still had a week, what if something’s wrong?”

Jinwoo handed you your towel, wrapping his own around his waist. He picked up another and scrunched your hair in it softly so that you didn’t break as delicate as you were feeling. 

“Lets see what the doctor says before we get riled up, I’m sure there’s a reason.”

A reason, you couldn’t think of any except that you must have done something to agitate it, to aggravate the twins into dipping out because you were just no longer inhabitable. The babies were early, meaning they would need some sort of help when they got here, the doctor said that.

It must have been the sex, it had to be. What if it hurt them or something now that they’ve dropped into position?

Your babies had dropped a few weeks ago, your body’s way of telling you that the they were ready to come at any time.

On the entire way over there, you didn’t speak, calmly breathing away more contractions. And when you weren’t doing that, you pulled apart every reason why you wouldn’t be a good mom.

If you never got your mana back, how would you raise them properly? Jinwoo couldn’t remember your face and every time he looked at you, you knew he was wracking his brain to try and find something to recognise you by. Every glance, every touch, like he was touching someone new for the first time.

He had forgot key moments in the relationship that only you knew and could never get back because you couldn’t experience them for the first time again.

A first kiss, first time, when he cooked for you and you for him when moving into that apartment into the unknown, you both made it a home. You hated that place now, wanting to live anywhere but there. Jinwoo would have loved your old place, one with a little balcony and a beautiful view of the city. Now it was gone.

All gone. Your little piece of privacy, all gone.

Jinwoo informed the receptionist of your arrival, stating your name and pulling up a wheelchair to sit in because your back began aching constantly. Tightness, that’s what you’d describe it as, a tightness around your belly each time a contraction washed over your body. Just plain uncomfortable most of the time, and then a certain pain came with a vengeance and made your teeth grit and you’d hiss like a snake or venomous animal that ought to be left alone.

“Hello!” When the doctor’s high pitched voice and grin entered the room, you couldn’t bear her. “How are you feeling?”

Jinwoo helped you on to the bed after you’d managed your hospital gown on, he never left, and you recognized that stare he’d given the doctor many times before. Now, you knew she meant well enough, but her face was pidsing you off.

“Oh, y’know, just as good as carrying around two babies inside me can feel.”

“I know, it’s a lot to process, but we’ll hopefully have a smooth birth like we did the pregnancy.” The doctor shuffled through some notes on her clipboard. “Now, I see your finalised birth plan says no pain medication, we’ll keep to that?”

“For now, I’m managing alright so far.”

Chances were you’d want medication later. It all depended on what you heard from the other rooms on the delivery ward. One screaming mother in your ears and you assumed it would send you into a state of panic. For now, the halls were mostly silent apart from squeaking hospital shoes and distant, beeping monitors behind other private doors.

Simple enough.

“Are you delivering the baby?” Jinwoo asked, his hand resting on your own as your legs swung off the side of the bed.

“Me? No. I’ll just be going between you two and Hunter Cha, the midwives will be taking care of the delivery. I’ll be assuming more of a matron role today. While I do specialise in pregnancies, I’m more involved in caesarean assisted deliveries and postpartum surgeries.” She smiled and adjusted her lab coat over her new pink scrubs. “I leave the amazing work to the midwives, but I’m on call for any procedures as a last resort, it’s commonplace.”

“Oh, right- yeah of course.” You’d never even entertained the idea of a C-section. Too busy worrying over everything else.

The doctor took your other hand and tried her best to reassure you, Jinwoo’s hand squeezed yours in response. “Please don’t worry about that right now, the midwife will check the babies position, but we already know they been engaged for a little while now, so I don’t think their positions will be an issue. So try not to think about my role today, just focus on yourself… you have a very supportive partner with you.”

She spoke the truth with that. You smiled involuntarily and nodded, watching Jinwoo with adoration even in the shitty times, he pulled through for you.

“Now, the twins are a little earlier than we hoped, but a specialist midwife will be on standby with incubators incase they’re in need of support. It is very common for twins to require longer hospital stays, but it’s okay.”

“We had sex-” It slipped from your mouth faster than you could ever control it. Fucking verbal vomit, coming out with it like you were shamelessly telling your parent. “Could that be-”

“No. There are some outdated methods to hurry labour along, but we could never confirm it. Sometimes babies are just ready to come out early, and yes, there could be complications, but you must remember, it’s pretty cramped in the uterus with one baby let alone two. They’re probably just ready to meet everyone. But we’ll monitor them to be sure, okay?”

“Okay.” It settled your nerves as another contraction rolled through your body.

Jinwoo massaged your shoulders and bridged the gap between you and the doctor. “What about Hae-in? She’s been here longer, shouldn’t you be with her?”

“We still have a little ways to go, I’m heading over to see her now, last time we checked she was over halfway there, so she’ll most probably give birth way before you do, but if you need anything, just call a nurse and they’ll come and get me.”

She sighed wistfully, shaking her head with the most delicate chuckle you’d ever heard from her. “I never would have guessed you two girls would go into labour at the same time! Talk about timing- now, get some rest while you can and my advice is to walk around if applucable, it can help get things moving. Best of luck you two, see you in an hour or so.”

As soon as she left the room, you grabbed onto Jinwoo’s t-shirt and tugged him closer, a sudden doom looming over your head. “Jinwoo, what if she has to cut me open- it was never part of the birth plan I-”

When he embraced you, you eased into him, taking on the smell of his cologne and natural smell that soothed you.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.” Brushing your hair from your face he smiled. “Let’s tackle it together, see where it takes us.”

If he was freaking out like you were, he was doing a pretty decent fucking job of hiding it.

“Okay…”

The comfort sat on the shelf longer than you were able to keep it, several hours later, you were in what the midwife called active labour. And it fucking killed. Every movement, each sharp breath as your contractions sort of merged together in one thick contraction. You were struggling.

“I need to use the bathroom-”

“Do you feel you need to push?” The midwife asked, taking your hand to aid you out of bed.

“No- no, I need to pee, I really have to pee.”

Your poor bladder, probably swollen to the size of… well not bladder sized. One of the twins were kicking at it like a fucking football. If you didn't go now, you were sure to wet yourself and piss all over the floor. Not your finest moment, yet with all the gross stuff, Jinwoo never batted an eye.

Yet, the more in pain you got, the quieter he became. After each outburst of fear or panic, that was when you could see his eyes widen.

However, he said nothing to voice his fears, internally processing them and still being available to support you. Each time you overheard Have-in scream and shout during labour, it frightened you, making you jolt and flinch and temporarily forget the pain you were in yourself.

Childbirth was fucking terrifying.

But, peeing was great, sitting down in a different position was even better, it helped you ignore the commotion outside.

“What the fuck is that?!” Struggling to stand with assistance, you backed away like you’d found a spider in there.

The midwife looked into the toilet once you were up and wide eyed at the lump-of-whatever that fell in the toilet, all veiny and globular.

“It’s alright, please don’t panic. It’s your mucus plug, it means things are moving along.”

The thing looked alive, it looked fucking alive. It could have been the overwhelming pain shooting through you or an array of other things, but that thing fucking looked alive.

“Jinwoo… I don’t think I can take this any more.” You were so close to sobbing, inches close to giving up with each second passing and making that C-section look appealing as it could be being cut open.

“We’ll get you something for the pain-” He waved over the nurse. “Can you get her something for the pain now?”

“I’m back!” The doctor came in with a positive grin you wanted to sneer at.

The nurse nodded over to her and said, “She’ll be able to prescribe it for you.”

Relief, perhaps? Any painkillers were deliciously just in reach, anything to take the edge off. “Good, because I need something for the pain- I can’t take this any longer, doctor..”

She pulled out her clipboard and scanned through the pages. “We can, but your birth plan states no pain medication, do you want to wait and-”

“No,” You managed yourself back into bed with Jinwoo’s aid. “I want it now, anything you have. Please.”

“I think maybe we should-

Something snapped in you alarmingly fast, a feral and rabid inducing. “Get me some fucking pain medication, bitch! I’ve just birthed a giant glob in the toilet and was told it’s normal. These kids are gonna split me in two and I’d rather not feel it! Now, if you aren’t gonna be useful, get the fuck out!”

Silence. Indescribable silence.

Then you realised what you just said through the constant wall of pain. “Fuck… I’m sorry-”

“Doctor.” Jinwoo coaxed her over towards the corner of the room where you couldn’t hear anything, far too many machine beeps and heavy breaths to even see clearly.

But you noticed the doctor's expression change from neutral to something out of a horror movie. Eyes wide and mouth wider. She nodded and adjusted herself, clearing her throat and announcing to the room that she’d be back with the medication you wanted.

“She’s getting you anything you need, don’t leave anything out, alright?” Jinwoo turned, watched you like he hadn’t done within the last day and gave you a knowing smile. “Hi, Baby.”

Your pet name. Even in the pain you realised.

“Jinwoo- wait- do you-”

He approached and kissed your forehead, holding you firmly like he hadn’t seen you in weeks. “I’m sorry I went away, I won’t ever leave again, I promise.”

What the hell. Jinwoo remembered all of a sudden with no warning, and he thought it was appropriate in your pain blind mind to apologise right now?

“Wait- wait.” Grasping his shirt made him groan unexpectedly. “You took your time!”

He let you pull him about. “Thanks for waiting for me, I missed you too.”

Sarcasm. But you couldn’t deny it. “I did miss you.”

“And… you love me too, huh?”

Not one minute back to his usual self and already you wanted to throttle him and kiss him all at the same time.

Better late than never.

"I do."

Wiping the damp hair away from your face, he stared at you with the most adoring look he'd ever given you. "Let's have our babies. I'm with you the whole way, properly this time."

No, he came back at the right time.

Part 27 <- Part 28-> Part 29

SUMMARY - Jinwoo and reader go to the hospital, the doctor is indirectly involved with her care and Hae-in's, and is on standby. She tries to keep to reader's birth plan, (which is no meds) Reader is in pain and shouts at her hehe, and then we see Jinwoo put the doctor in her place and we find out that he has his memories back.

Not the best at summaries 🫣 Sorry!

I'm not fully fully happy with how I've done the ending but I'm not sure if it's just me reading over this one like ten times, what do you think?

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[shieldofiron]

Nesting Instinct

Omega! Billy x Alpha! Steve, pure fluff.

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Billy was used to comments.

After all, his job was somewhat unusual, and he was not always what people expected when they heard the words “omega interior designer.”

But he was damn good at his job, with plenty of projects under his belt and a solid list of contracting contacts to carry out people’s dreams.

Doubtless, people were a little disappointed when he walked up, calloused hands shaking theirs firmly. But his results spoke for themselves.

Cushy, custom heat rooms. Renovated bedrooms ready for nesting. Nurseries… Billy did it all, and he’d only had to punch a few alphas lights out when they got fresh about it.

So when he drove up to the big white house and saw Steve Harrington of all people walk out, Billy immediately tensed but he tried to force himself calm.

“Am I dreaming, or-“ Billy rose from his truck with a pasted on smile. "Is that really you, Harrington?"

"Yeah it's me, don't slick your pants," Harrington sighed.

Billy hadn't been sure it was the same Steve Harrington. After all, this was a very different part of the country, and he'd worked through an assistant. It was a common enough name.

But he had to admit to himself, and only himself, that he'd been curious. Had to see what kind of omega King Steve had finally snagged.

Pure curiosity, that's all it was.

He advanced up to the house, a gorgeous Spanish style mansion, keeping his limbs loose and relaxed, which would hopefully keep his scent calm and even.

He saw the exact moment it hit Harrington, the way his eyes widened. He'd been on heavy suppressants, drugged up to high heaven every day of high school.

"I thought-" Harrington shut his mouth abruptly.

"Yeah, I know." Billy stuck out his hand, silently daring Harrington to say shit. He could still kick his ass, just like in high school.

But Harrington recovered quickly, and grasped Billy firmly.

Not the right phrase to think, right at this moment.

"Should we wait for the lady of the house?" Billy refused to worry about how his callouses probably felt, how his inner omega squirmed to make a good impression.

"There is no lady of the house."

Billy's heart skipped a beat, but he recovered just as quick. "Man of the house."

"None of those either. Just me." Harrington shrugged. "Well..."

Billy raised one brow and looked up at the huge house.

Harrington caught on quickly. "I just bought it. For me. And my son."

Billy nodded slowly, not quite sure if he caught on.

"The room he chose was clearly made for an alpha kid in mind, and I... I just moved him here," Harrington's shoulders slumped. "And then he presented and I have no fucking idea what to do."

Billy's stomach cramped, his brain unhelpfully reminding him what his own father had done in this scenario. Basically throw a bottle of suppressants at him and tell him if he turned up pregnant, Neil would throw him out.

Shaking that off, Billy gestured to the door. "Well, sounds like we have work to do. Lead the way, Pr- Harrington."

Harrington had a flash across his pretty face like he knew what Billy had been about to say. But he shook it off too and they went inside.

The scent of fresh paint pricked his nose, immediately set off his omega. It didn't smell right, not like Harrington or home or anything. He'd have to work on that too, along with the room, if Harrington's ego would allow it.

Harrington led him towards the back of the house as soon as they got up the stairs, a mirror image of himself reflected in the expensive looking floor to ceiling mirrors that lined the hallway.

Looking at himself now, Billy couldn't help but toy with the curl that laid over his brow, checking the bandana just tucked in the back pocket of his jeans.

Not that Harrington would give a fuck but... curiosity killed the cat.

Harrington led him back and opened a set of double doors.

"Those will have to go," Billy said immediately.

"What? Why?" Harrington looked at the door frame with those big bambi eyes that struck Billy to the bone every time.

"Too exposed. The more enclosed the space the better," Billy poked his head in. "Decent bed."

Harrington's heat next to him, the scent of him, hadn't changed in almost fifteen years. He still smelled like Indiana to Billy, as close to the memory as pool chlorine and Susan's hairspray.

"I got it as soon as he presented. Supposed to be the best. That's why I hired you, too."

Billy fought and lost the urge to preen, tipping up his chin.

"I'll have to meet him. Can't fuck with another omega's nest without permission," Billy eyed the pitiful swirl of blankets. "If that's cool with you."

"That's cool with me. He'll be home from school at four."

Billy couldn't help himself. "So we have to find something to do for two hours?"

Harrington stiffened a little at the innuendo heavy in Billy's voice. A hint of arousal mixed with his scent, which shocked Billy more than anything.

He was pink cheeked. "You really haven't changed."

Billy winked. "And that's a guarantee. I'll take some measurements, draw some stuff up, show him my plans, and then we can talk payment."

"I haven't hired you yet," Harrington said mulishly.

"Honey, if you hadn't wanted to hire me, you wouldn't have let me in the house," Billy leaned against the too-wide doorway.

Harrington looked up like he was praying to God for help, a more than familiar look for him.

"You'd better be the best, Hargrove."

Billy leaned in, seeing the memories flicker through Harrington's eyes, like they flickered through Billy's mind. A dark graduation party party, a kiss, tongues twining. Harrington had tasted like cigarettes and jungle juice and he'd moaned so sweetly. He'd thought Billy was an alpha, and Billy'd almost given up the ghost for a chance to get Harrington in his back seat.

"You know I'm the best," Billy said with a feral grin.

Harrington made no comments. Didn't even seem surprised or upset.

He just looked at him with these big bambi eyes. "When can you start?"

[devswritingcornerorsmth]

Telly Relationship Headcanons

this is mostly for my bf but we all very much love a man with a loud voice and makes tv references

i also barely watch tv anymore so I'll mostly reference anime and popular shows or something, sorry

telly also goes by he/they pronouns, so I'll be using them interchangeably

these are my headcanons (and some of them are my bf's) and if you don't like them, make your own! :D (pls make more telly content plsplsplspslspsl)

= Telly noticed the change when you went to Mac or Phoenicia to watch shows and stuff. Sure, Valdiviflix (?) had a lot more to offer and now live streaming, but he was still relevant and cool! Right?

= They literally beam when you come back to watch something, making sure you have the quality content you deserve. No re-runs unless you ask, your favorite comfort show when you're feeling down, and a little something here and there to hint his feelings for you. You are his VIP after all.

= He can get LOUD, making his speakers crackle and the walls shake. The others have yelled at him for it, and Dorian has relayed several noise complaints, but if it makes you laugh or jolt when watching a horror movie so he can snake his arm around you to hold you close- wait, who said that? Anyways, they don't care what the others think when he gets to see you light up. (tv pun)

= Mac finds a way to help Telly pirate Valdiviflix only shows onto him just for you, possible virius's be damned. He's so proud of himself when your face lights up to see the last season of an anime/show you've been meaning to finish. 'I SAID ADVANCE GODDAMNIITT!!!'

= Loves when you make references back to them and loves to listen to you go on for hours about your favorite shows, movies, anime, anything at this point. When you ask them about their favorites, they just smile at you. 'Aw, my favorite show just came on.'

= Telly likes to watch you sleep when you accidentally leave him on. You'll wake up to him watching you this time with a happy smile. God forbid you wake up in the middle of the night to see two glowing eyes staring at you in the darkness. They get a laugh out of it, and you can't go back to sleep.

= They've been invited to The Breaker Box a few times because of his singing voice. It's surprisingly good when he's reenacting musicals or other kinds of music for you. He'll go to The Breaker Box but only if you're there to watch.

= Once you become friends/lovers with Keyes, Telly loves talking to you two about the latest soap opera or musical that got Keyes's attention. Same with everyone, really, he'll gladly sit with you and someone else to talk about the latest or oldest TV show.

= Telly will get lowkey (highkey) jealous if you watch Valdiviflix or another streaming site, making him feel unneeded and unwanted. So, please make time for them to sit down and watch TV for a few good hours to comfort him and remind them that they are loved and needed in this life and the next.

= Confession for him isn't hard, they where their heart on their sleeve. He looks through your favorite shows, movies, and anime, and finally finds the right line for you.

= 'I love you and I like you. You are the best person I know.'

More silly headcanons for fun! (blame my bf)

= Asking them what their gender is results in him telling you: "MTV. Male to vision... TELLY VISION!" laugh now.

= After your relationship develops closer and more... inappropriate in nature... "Ya know, 'Winter is coming...' but that's not the only thing." wink.

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i'm still getting used to writing again so sorry for any mistakes or just ooc moments. i also don't watch tv and had to look up that love quote from Brooklyn nine nine.

[icrytearsofsadness]

Blind marriage au pretty please!🥺

thank you anon!! I’ve had so many comments and tags asking for more so here we go with part 2!!

part 1 of this

“So… there’s a slight problem.”

Steve lay on his side in bed, all curled up, holding his phone. Watching as a still-exhausted Billy addressed the camera. Billy looked… annoyed, amused? Something, with a bit of spark in his eyes that wasn’t there before.

On screen, Billy turned his laptop around to face the camera. Showing off the Google form in its basic purple hue, clicking over to the results tab, which had –

“Two hundred people,” Billy deadpanned. “Two. Hundred of the two million people who saw that dumb thing. Two hundred of you apparently live in my area — or are willing to move here, which is insane.”

Billy was doing that thing where he waved his hands around while he talked. It was endearing. Steve giggled a little, watching him.

“ – check all the other boxes as well,” Billy was saying. “I just, what the fuck, guys. The majority of you all are college students in the area. Uh, that makes me a little nervous to be honest, just because… my apartment is closest to my school, and either you’d have an obnoxious commute to get anywhere else or I’d have to move, which… is not happening.”

Steve watched as he tousled his hair with one hand. Pretty golden curls tumbling down around his face.

“Anyway, I’ve been… going through everything and I realized I forgot to ask you for your Instagram handle if you applied. Which means I can’t just DM people I think would be a good fit.” Billy gave the camera a stare and a slow head shake, eyes slightly widened, like he couldn’t even believe himself. “So if you’re watching this and I read your name right now, send me a message. Hopefully this reaches you. I mean, it would be weird to apply to marry me and then not follow my… but whatever.”

Oh shit, so this was it. Billy was listing the final round of applicants. He was rambling a little about his reasoning — the whole proximity thing, age gaps, people already in college and the conflicts. Steve was only half paying attention to any of that, mostly just enjoying watching Billy’s pretty face.

“ – be great, but. Okay, next… Steve Harrington.”

Steve immediately bluescreened so hard he didn’t catch anything else Billy said.

He frantically scrambled to scroll back.

“Steve Harrington. I know you’re not in LA but you said you’d been wanting to move, so there we go. DM me, you know the spiel at this point.”

And then he went on to talk about someone else, and then he was giving a little closer, and Steve just couldn’t be bothered to watch the rest. He was already clicking over to Billy’s profile for the weirdest DM slide he’d ever sent in his life.

Stevie.Harrington << so I know this is forward, but… wanna get married?

Billy wasn’t sure what to expect when he read out the names. How many people would see it, how many would actually DM him. Retention and all that. It felt like each round of this whole hellish game-show he’d created for himself just got smaller and smaller. But maybe it would be fine.

Hours after the video is out, he had three messages.

One from Hannah, a girl from LA, who sent a very polite “hey, you read my name, just reaching out” sort of message. Simple, easy to deal with, thank god.

Another girl named Brooke sent a message starting with a winky face. Cute. “Still got it,” Billy muttered to himself, unable to keep the smile from his face. Even desperate and exhausted, apparently.

And lastly — “so I know this is forward, but… wanna get married?”

Which dragged an honest snort of a laugh from Billy’s throat.

Not many guys had applied, and even fewer had made the cut, so Billy hadn’t really been expecting any of them to text. And he remembered Steve’s application, a little. He clicked on Steve’s profile for the fun of it.

Well.

Alright, Steve Harrington was definitely getting a message back.

Steve was on facetime with Robin when it happened.

billyhargrove >> hey pretty boy

billyhargrove >> moving a little fast, don’t you think?

The squealing sort of sound Steve made was mortifying. Girly, even.

“Woah, what happened?” Robin asked, her eyes wide. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Steve managed, quickly switching over to Instagram. “Remember that stupid thing I did with that hot guy and the form and – ”

“Steve, tell me you didn’t actually fill it out,” Robin groaned. “I thought that was a joke, I didn’t realize you were actually that stupid!”

“Your mistake.” Steve rolled over onto his front, his phone propped against his pillow, feet in the air. “Robs you don’t get it, he’s so hot, and I made it to the final round – ”

“This is like, the worst season of The Bachelor I’ve ever seen,” Robin said. “Little Stevie fawning because the guy everyone’s competing for gave him a rose. Aww.”

“Shut up, I have to think of a good response.”

“Oh, yeah, get your lady-killing pants on. Because your success rate is soooo high these days.”

“I can’t believe my best friend hates me,” Steve dead-panned back. “My best friend in the whole world wants me to suffer and die alone. Wow.”

“I hope this guy likes drama queens.”

Stevie.Harrington << isn’t your deadline in like a month? thought you’d like a guy who doesn’t drag his feet

“You know what we need? A zoom call,” Robin said suddenly. “You get all quiet when you’re typing and it sucks. I wanna see. Share your screen or something.”

“I am not zoom calling you so you can virtually peep over my shoulder.”

“Wow. You hate me so much. My best friend won’t even – ”

“Robin I love you so much,” Steve said seriously. “I will not start a zoom call for you.”

billyhargrove >> thoughts on a summer wedding?

billyhargrove >> I’m thinking early August, beachside, small crowd, you know, nice and intimate

Stevie.Harrington << wow. is this your way of saying you can’t afford a venue? or food for guests? not even gonna romance me?

billyhargrove >> can you afford it?

Stevie.Harrington << …no

billyhargrove >> beach wedding it is

“This guy’s an asshole,” Steve declared. “He’s already decided when and where we’re getting married. No input from me.”

“You’re not getting married,” Robin said.

“I dunno, maybe I am.”

“Steven I swear to god.”

“I’m serious!” Steve blurted, looking at her face on the screen. “I’ve outgrown this town, Robin. No one my age is here anymore, and at some point being friends with high schoolers gets weird, man. And I’ve always wanted to go to California. And… I don’t know. It’ll be a fresh start, you know? With someone there to help me find my place.”

Robin sighed. Put her chin in her hand. “You know you could have come with me to New York.”

“No, I couldn’t,” Steve insisted. “I couldn’t. I’d hold you back. You’d be too busy worrying about me to have all the fun you’re having. Making new friends and everything. You know I’m right.”

Robin chewed her lip. “But running away to California as seems like a bad backup plan, Steve.”

“I’m not running away, Robs,” Steve promised. “I’ve thought about this a lot. Not the marriage thing, but… moving. I’ve been thinking about it since before you left.”

She sighed. “I know.”

“Yeah.” Steve smiled a little. “It’s okay. I’ll be okay. And it’s an adventure, you know?”

She still looked skeptical, but eventually she nodded. “Yeah. Just don’t forget to call me once you’re married to this random hot guy.”

He snorted. “Never, Rob-Bob.”

“Alright, dingus.” She grinned at him. “Talk to you tomorrow. Good luck sexting.”

“What? I’m not — ” but she had already hung up. “…okay.”

Steve flopped onto his side with a huff. Robin was the worst. She was the best, but like, she was the worst. Anyway.

Stevie.Harrington << I’ve never actually been to the beach

billyhargrove >> What.

billyhargrove >> god I guess that makes sense, you did say you were from Indiana

billyhargrove >> I think I’d die

billyhargrove >> like instantly on the spot combust without the ocean

Steve snickered to himself, curling up a little in bed. And Robin said he was a drama queen.

Stevie.Harrington << guess you’ll just have to show me what I’ve been missing out on ;)

billyhargrove >> oh you have no idea, pretty boy

Stevie.Harrington << so… I gotta ask. how many other people are you texting right now? what’s my competition look like?

billyhargrove >> like for the marriage thing?

billyhargrove >> honestly you’re the only one I’ve had a proper conversation with yet

Stevie.Harrington << damn. should I fly out to LA?

Steve held his breath, heart racing. This was crazy. This was fucking crazy. He was not going to get married to this guy.

billyhargrove >> you wanna?

billyhargrove >> I mean you got this far, but

billyhargrove >> for real?

Stevie.Harrington << what, got cold feet?

billyhargrove >> fuck no

billyhargrove >> just I figured I’d be marrying whoever the fuck agreed to this you know?

billyhargrove >> so it’s crazy that you’re like, sexy and funny and shit and you wanna go through with this

Stevie.Harrington << how about I fly out to LA, we go on a date or two to make sure we won’t be miserable, and then have a really shitty beach wedding

billyhargrove >> shit, pretty boy

billyhargrove >> thought you’d never ask

[femmesport]

hi love, your fics are amazing. i love them so badddd!

can i request juju watkins x oc being mommies?

just like maybe their day to day lives and routines, them being soft for the kiddos and absolutely just being the fun chill parents who provide structure when need be.

you can turn this down if you aren’t too comfortable writing it, all love boo 🌸.

wc: 1k an: thank you so much for your sweet words!! omg this is such a cute prompt! i love this!! i didn't want it to be super long and so i strayed from the prompt (so sorry) but i just wanted to describe a super sleepy and soft morning. i will be returning to this prompt at a later date with a pt. 2 that focuses on them with older kiddos and how their parenting styles develop. i really hope you enjoy!! as always, feedback would be appreciated!! tysm <3 -- tea ★’*•.¸♡

exhaustion didn’t feel like the right word to describe what juju was feeling. exhaustion sounded so negative and none of what juju was feeling was negative. 

watching you become a mom and spending these early mornings with you two were some of the highlights of her life. you and baby miles had brought her more joy and love than she ever thought possible.

it was nearing six in the morning when your son began whining slightly. you tried to shift gently out of juju’s arms, but she tightened her grip.

“you stay, baby. i’ve got him” she pressed a kiss to your temple and then went to stand up.

“you have your first practice back today, i’ve got him. you lay down and get some rest” you are standing up but don’t see her making moves to lay back down.

juju beats you to his bassinet and is gently picking him up. she cradles his head carefully and presses him to her chest, which was only covered by a thin sports bra. your son coos at the feeling of his mother’s skin.

you smile at them gently.

“you should really be back in bed, baby” you wrap your arms around her waist and rest your chin on her shoulder looking over at the boy who made you two moms.

“mm, i’ve been up for a while” she hums smiling down at your son.

“should’ve woke me up” you smile into her shoulder.

“nah, you spent the last nine months growing our baby and now you are spending so much time doing so much. you need the rest” she turns her head and kisses your forehead gently.

you decide to step back and let her have a moment with your son. you take some time preparing a bottle and checking the temperature to make sure it is perfect.

by the time you return to your bedroom, you found juju in the rocking chair you guys had put in the corner near his bassinet. juju had your son snuggled gently against her chest and a smile so full of love.

you froze in your tracks feeling so overcome with emotion. seeing the woman you love become a mother has been a feeling you have been struggling to put into words. you just wanted to bottle up every moment and live in this forever.

“here you go, baby” you offer her the bottle and she looks up at you with a dopey love-filled smile.

she mutters a soft thank you and leans forward to kiss you before feeding your son.

“why don’t you take a shower while i feed him” she smiles up at you.

you nod and head to the bathroom. you take your time brushing your teeth and detangling your hair.

once the water was nice and warm, you stepped in and let out a sigh of relief. you have been so worried about your son, that it has been so hard to have these moments to yourself. you wanted to enjoy it despite the guilt telling you that you should be in there with your son.

you were quick in the shower and finished up getting ready in a comfortable pair of sweats and an old oversized practice jersey you had found in juju’s side of the closet. by the time you had finished, you walked into your room to see miles asleep in the bassinet and juju standing over him.

you lean on the door frame with a soft and sleepy smile as juju turns around. she slowly approaches you and wraps her arms around your waist. you wrap your arms around her neck and look up softly at her.

“i know i say it a lot, but i will say it a million more times” juju whispers into the space between the two of you, “i am so in awe of everything you have given to us and our family. i am so in love with you that i cannot even begin to describe my feelings. you really are my everything.”

she leans down and kisses you softly. “i love you.” you kiss her in return, mumbling the words into her mouth.

“what time do you have to leave?” you ask softly, breaking up the moment.

“i need to leave in an hour and a half, but first i am going to make you breakfast” juju leans down and kisses you one more time before letting you go and heading out of your bedroom and into the hallway.

you head to the bassinet and gently pick up your son, careful not to wake him. you hold him closely to your chest and head out towards the living room. you set him up in the bassinet that juju had built for out here.

you made sure that he was going to be visible and then sat at the counter. you kept an eye on him and then occasionally turned to stare at your beautiful wife.

“alright, my love, here you go” juju sets a plate of your favorite breakfast foods in front of you after a bit of her quietly humming while cooking.

she sat her own plate beside yours and poured each of you a morning cup of coffee prepared just how you liked it. you just sigh in contentment.

“miles and i are the luckiest people in the world, you know that right?” you ask and juju smiles at you.

“i’m sure i have you both beat. i am so lucky to have the woman of my dreams beside me and the product of our love in the form of the world’s sweetest boy.”

any words you want to say are caught in your throat. you smile and turn to your breakfast. you eat quietly, occasionally glancing up at your son who slept gently across the room.

as you finish up, juju gathers the dishes and presses a kiss on your forehead. you smile and stand, heading back towards your son. you look at his sleeping form and smile.

you and juju might not get it right all the time, but this life you had built was more than enough.

[batsandbirdbrains]

ok but give me bruce holding all of the kids to dick’s standard but not as robin, just as a normal kid. like bruce has always been a weird guy even as a kid and while he has a public persona he’s incredibly awkward underneath and does not interact with many people. alfred ‘let me help train my little orphan friend in martial arts and let him loose’ pennyworth is not much better. then they get dick who, by most means, did not have a normal childhood either. his new caretakers do not have any idea what normal children are like. so when dick gets excited and does 10 back flips in a row, they think “ahhh children must do that to show their happiness”. when dick is angry and throws massive hysterical fits where he bites people, destroys shit, and climbs onto chandeliers to sulk, not once do they consider that his reaction may be a bit disproportionate. when dick has depressive episodes where he can’t get out of bed, they think that this must be what other people mean when they talk about teenage hormones. when dick makes friends with almost everyone in the entire universe and then some, they think “well who doesn’t like children?”

but then comes along jason, and jason also did not have the most normal childhood, but it was closer to normal than what dick and bruce had. bruce starts worry that he’s completely fucking up while trying to parent jason, because jason isn’t reacting like dick does. to bruce, jason hardly ever emotes around him. bruce buys him ice cream and the kid doesn’t do a single flip. bruce upsets jason and doesn’t even know it until jason starts ranting about how he’s tired of giving bruce the silent treatment. bruce starts to worry because jason doesn’t have many friends but jason yells at him that he doesn’t need to socialize all the time (bruce considers looking into therapy - surely such little socialization isn’t healthy?) at least jason does flips sometimes as robin, which must mean that it makes him happy, right?

then jason dies and bruce is alone for a long time. tim comes along and bruce is still so stuck in his grief that he’s not really paying attention to tim’s behavior. when he finally manages to get better he realizes that tim doesn’t do ‘normal’ kid things either, but bruce just settles on tim having a weird childhood and being a weirdo in the same way bruce is.

over time his family grows more and more, and yet none of them act like normal kids. bruce starts to get a little concerned - the only besides dick that emoted was damian, when he was angry, and even that went away over time. he tries to nudge them in the right direction time and time again with little anecdotes about dick but it doesn’t seem to work. he’s met with eye rolls and scowls when he talks about how dick used to do flips all the time, when he talks about dick swinging from the chandeliers, when talks about all of dick’s friends, when talks about dick diving off a roof to knee a goon in the face. bruce is just trying to give his children suggestions on how to be normal, dammit!

eventually he brings up his concerns to clark, who makes a considering noise and says “i had that same issue at first. i was waiting for jon to do flips when he got older but he never did. then i realized nobody taught him. now he does them all the time.” because while clark did have a normal childhood, he’s also an alien and did not spend much time with children as an adult (beyond saving them) until dick came along as robin. lois sighs exasperatedly from the background. bruce is incredibly horrified and sad at the thought that he had been waiting forever for children to flip for him and they didn’t know how (mind you, they all definitely know how to flip, he’s seen them all do it at least once). bruce wonders how he can broach the topic without messing up the conversation and decides to enlist the other JL founders for help. diana wants her nephews to be happy, clark was always on board, barry remembers all the weird shit wally did as a kid and doesn’t question it, oliver doesn’t really care, and hal is too scared of everyone’s wrath to tell them all that dick is just a weirdo.

Dude the last line fucking killed me “and Hal is too scared of everyone’s wrath to tell them that Dick is just a weirdo” beautiful, wonderful, excellent. Hal always thought Robin/Dick was a fucking weirdo little kid/teenager/adult but could never say it bc somehow everyone loves the kid.

And all the other Batkids feeling like Dick is just an impossible standard to live up to is so accurate. But would Dick even know about it? I feel like they wouldn’t blame Dick necessarily, but he absolutely grates on their nerves after a long lecture from Bruce about how they need to be more like Dick and now Dick is at the manor hanging out acting like nothing is out of the ordinary

[saphronethaleph]

Love Language

“So, uh… Dad?” Hiccup said, nervously, but that was mostly just normal for him. “I’ve got a… question.”

“What sort of question, Hiccup?” Stoic replied, not unkindly – for him, anyway.

That was sort of how their family relationship went a lot of the time, as it happened. The two of them being at pains to be normal with one another.

“So… how exactly do we know that dragons are, uh… monsters, evil, want to hurt us, want to destroy us?” Hiccup asked, rattling off the normal dragon description from the Book of Dragons. “Extremely dangerous, and so on?”

Stoic blinked, then looked at Hiccup with the sort of look that – normally – would be reserved for a relative who’d said something extremely thick.

He wasn’t used to turning it on Hiccup.

“They keep… attacking us,” he said. “Raiding us. Carrying off our sheep.”

“Yeah, about that,” Hiccup replied. “Because, I’ve been a Viking teenager for a while now and the general impression I get is that that’s how Vikings show that they want to become friends.”

Stoic snorted.

“Not getting on well with your friends?” he asked.

“That plural is assuming a lot, Dad,” Hiccup replied. “That… word is also making some assumptions, actually! Though you did keep telling me that all the punches and stuff were just a way of making friends – but, I wasn’t actually talking about my friends, I didn’t mean them, I was meaning to talk about the dragons.”

“And?” Stoic said.

“The point I’m making, Dad, is that… so, uh, I tried putting myself in the place of the dragons,” Hiccup said, shaking his leg and leaning awkwardly on the door frame. “And I wondered what Vikings would think if we went somewhere and the people there were firing catapults at us and shooting flaming rocks at us, and that sort of thing, and… I’ve met Vikings, dad. I’m pretty sure you’ve met Vikings!”

Stoic paused, to actually consider that.

It was one of the increasingly large number of things about this conversation which was not Normal, but he was willing to give it a go.

“...hm,” he said. “That sounds like a pretty good night out, actually.”

“That’s what I’m getting at!” Hiccup agreed, now leaning over more. “Hold on.”

“What is it?”

“Not you, I mean-” Hiccup said, then gestured at someone Stoic couldn’t see.

Or possibly just nearly fell over, the lad was gangly.

“Anyway – uhm – I think the dragons just want to be friends,” Hiccup went on, speaking very quickly. “And that they’re enough like Vikings that all we’re doing is just making them more interested.”

“Nonsense,” Stoic replied.

“Really?” Hiccup asked. “Because – uh – are you at least going to think about it before you decide that I have to be wrong?”

“I don’t need to think about it to know it’s nonsense,” Stoic said, firmly.

“Yeah, that sounds pretty Viking too,” Hiccup muttered. “Stubborn and unwilling to admit that you might be wrong about something… so, uh… what about an experiment?”

“Is this some of that scientific method stuff Gobber had you learning?” Stoic checked.

It sounded a bit suspect, to him.

“Yeah, actually,” Hiccup agreed. “But if something happens you can’t say it’s impossible, right?”

Stoic carefully considered the question.

If something happens, you can’t say it’s impossible.

“All right, so let’s accept that for the sake of argument,” he allowed. “What kind of thing?”

“So I gave a Terrible Terror a fish,” Hiccup said. “Once. And now I literally cannot get it to stop rubbing against my ankles, making a kind of purring noise, and curling up next to my bed when I go to sleep.”

Stoic blinked, looking Hiccup up and down.

“...there doesn’t seem to be a Terrible Terror rubbing against your ankles,” he said.

“Yeah, because I can’t stop it, but Toothless can,” Hiccup explained. “Because, uh, there’s this Night Fury…”

“A Night Fury?” Stoic repeated, then went back over the conversation and reprocessed this new information through it.

“...are you telling me you befriended a Night Fury?” he asked. “How?”

“I shot it down,” Hiccup replied. “And, uh… since then I’ve kind of been testing the hypothesis, that’s more of the whole science thing, and it took like eight seconds to convince the Monstrous Nightmare in the training pens that I was a cool guy to be around. I just kind of smiled and that was it?”

He shrugged, then finally lost the battle against keeping the Night Fury out of the doorframe, and the Unholy Offspring of Lightning and Death Itself slowly pushed the leaning Hiccup across the doorframe.

Then spotted Stoic, groonked something, and sat on his haunches like a giant, attentive dog mixed with a curious cat possessed of a penchant for pushing things off tables.

Stoic spent several seconds contemplating what to do, then – experimentally – threw his hammer at the beast.

It ducked, letting Hiccup topple over with a thump, then loped off after the hammer. A few seconds later, a Terror sat on the prone Hiccup’s side and curled up before visibly and very quickly going to sleep.

“You, uh… see what I mean?” Hiccup asked.

The Night Fury came back, tail swishing from side to side, and deposited the thrown hammer eagerly in front of the door before making a pleased sort of gronk-chirp.

Stoic gave up.

This was now Normal.

Making that new categorization was going to save a lot of time.

“My working theory is that, to dragons, we’re friend shaped,” Hiccup said, still trapped under the snoozing Terror.

[16ferrari]

Falling for you

𖤓 — pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

𖤓 — summary: you’re crush on the well older man is revealed when walker plays wing-man

𖤓 — warnings: pinning, tension, suggestive content, fluff, john (with affection) being annoying. Edited but maybe some errors.

𖤓 — a/n: my first Bucky fic, not too sure how to feel about it, but i loved writing it!

Bucky Barnes, a name you heard a million times a day, wether it be on the news, an article or on paper.

But in your world, a name that could make your heartthrob like no other.

Your crush on the well older man, wasn’t new.

Anyone who looked at you could tell from a mile away you fancied him, eyes turned into hearts when you looked at him, red as a tomato cheeks, smile so wide it just about reached ear-to-ear, sweaty shaky hands when he took yours in his, words forming weird when he came around.

It made people laugh, really. How easily stupid, in a nice way, you went with him. How he could affect you in such ways, but you wouldn’t dare tell him the bombshell that is your crush on him, especially when he’s made it known to you, and those around him, he couldn’t handle relationships because his age is something he’s always thinking about when he’s with someone, and it affects him poorly.

However that still didn’t stop you from admiring the man, especially now, him in the boxing ring with bob, teaching him how to fight and defend himself. He looked good, to say the least. Wearing a tight while tank top, grey basketball shorts, long hair tied back in a ponytail, and sweat dripping down his body like he’d just jumped in a pool.

Your lip got caught between your lip as you watched him throw firm but gentle punches to bob, who was terrified out of his mind when it came to fighting Bucky. You watched his biceps pop out as he threw a punch, his arms looked godly fully glistering in sweat.

In your dead-full-focused on Bucky, john, who just so happened to appear right beside you in your daydream, cleared his throat loudly enough that Bucky looked at him and shot him a thumbs up, he shot you a quick smile that was to die for, which you just about did.

He turned his attention back to bob, punching him hardly in the stomach, which sent him down to the ground again, he got up from the floor groaning holding onto his now Bucky imprinted marks on his stomach.

“So, drop the news yet, kid” john so casually asked, bumping your shoulder with his. smirk wide on his face as he eyed you and the way you watched Bucky throw hits, more-so the way his arms fixated.

You threw an angry glance at him, “shut up, no” you tried to show a pissed off look to john, but the second Bucky looked at you again and gave you his infamous wink, you crumbled under the weight and turned red as a tomato.

John’s head fell back as he laughed loudly. “oh, you poor thing” he ruffed your hair, which you shooed his hand away. He leaned down to your ear, “you’re so crazy for him, it’s embarrassing sweetheart”

You know john meant his words in a light, teasing matter. But considering how absolutely down-bad you were for the older man, you ducked your head low, actual embarrassment setting in,

“i hate you” john fake gasped pretending to be hurt by your very weak comeback.

“Wow, I’m so hurt. Come on, you’re not even gonna show him hints you’re interested?”

You looked at him so fast, john flinched back like you were gonna hit him. “I’ve tried, walker, the old man isn’t so bight when it comes to girls showing their attraction for him”

John’s face lit up like he’d just thought of the most amazing thing. “maybe get in the ring with him” he shrugs like it’s nothing.

“Me, fighting?, yeah okay” like bob, fighting wasn’t exactly your strongest suit, you were better and trained better with weapons. “Never in a million years would i think about getting into a ring with Bucky”

John gave you a look, that you knew absolutely nothing good will come out of it. “Barnes” you froze like somebody had placed a target on your head and if you moved, you would drop dead, which in this case would be an better option than whatever john was about to suggest. “I have another thing, you can train for today” he proudly pointed at you, pushing you forward to get into the boxing ring.

You shook your head rapidly, feet coming to an halt from john’s pushing. “no, no, I’m good” god you’ve never wanted to curl up in a ball and hide away forever.

Bucky titled his head and hummed, a smirk plastered across his face. “You wanna go a round?” His hands came to rest on his waist, training bob now long forgotten as bob whined his way out the ring, murmuring a good luck under his breath to you as he limped away.

The words you formed in your head got stuck in your throat, so john answered for you,“Yes! she would love to go a round with you” john’s smile was teeth showing wide as he spoke for you.

You were gonna murder him in his sleep

Bucky walked over to the side you were standing at and held out his hand for you to take, “well, hop in doll” you felt like throwing up.

You took his hand in yours and let yourself get pulled into the ring with him in a quick motion. John walked to the way back with bob and gave you a thumbs up, and a stupid wiggle of his eyebrows. You quickly gave him the middle finger in return, and forced yourself to face the man you so desperately wanted to hide from.

“So, want easy or hard”

God you were about to drop dead, you stuttered out a response, “s-sorry?”

“Want me to go easy or hard on you, darling” bucky’s voice was laced with a darkness with and a hint of jokiness.

“Easy, please’’ your voice came out smaller than you wanted, which made him raise his eyebrows in a repeat yourself manner, “easy, please” you repeated louder, making a puff of air leave his lips in fake shock

“Thought you would of wanted hard” he joked.

“Well its my first time” in the background you heard john laugh hard, making your cheeks turn even redder than before. “Fighting!, i mean.. i’m better using my weapons skills instead”

In your distracted rant, Bucky had kicked your leg to the side, sending you easily down to the floor with a loud bang. “ focus” he yelled, letting you get up before throwing a punch to your stomach making you groan.

You bailed up your fist like yelena had taught you and took a swing at him, cussing yourself out when you missed and instead punched the air, giving him another opportunity to throw a hit to your side, which made you hunch over side pulsing badly from his strong hit.

“Said easy” you moaned through the pain.

“Nothing’s ever easy with me sweetheart”

Feet hitting against the pavement beneath you was all you heard as you maneuvered through his throws and punches. It was an never ending game of training, he was brutal with his hits and in return so were you, at least that’s what you thought. Bucky offered called you out in the mist of fighting, claiming your hits were so soft it was like he was getting hit with a feather.

Sweat soon coated your bodies, deep and loud breaths covered the room as you both kept taking swings at each other. Hit after punch, punch after hit, you wanted to stop, but Bucky didn’t allow you to, he made sure you learned his way of fighting the hard way, even if you wanted easy.

He moved his fist out to make contact with your face, but was surprised when you ducked perfectly on time. “Atta girl, you’re getting it” he tried another punch to the stomach, but was left stunned and shocked when you locked your leg around his and tugged him down to the ground.

You hunched over your knees, a silent celebration going on in your head at you finally getting the big, bold and tough man down. “got you” you spoke through loud breaths.

Bucky got up from his position on the floor like nothing and walked up to you, having no time to react he picked you up over his shoulder and threw you down to the floor with a loud thud, “you were saying” he straddled your stomach, hands on either side of your head.

“I hate you” you couldn’t face him, so you looked to the side, which only then did you realize john and bob were no longer in the room with you. “I had you, just couldn’t stand to lose”

Bucky grabbed your jaw and forced you to look him in the eyes, “oh you had me” he leaned down dangerously close to your lips, so close you could feel his breath on the surface, “just didn’t want to lose to you”

You chuckled heavily, “sore loser” you lightly pushed his stomach in hopes he’ll get the hint to get off you, but he didn’t move an inch. Now your stomach grew tight with nervousness settling in. “Fights over?” You asked with a tit of your head.

Bucky nodded, but just leaned back on his knees. “Tell me” he looked down at you, chest heaving up and down. “I’ve been hearing some stuff about you around the tower lately”

His hand dropped to softly touch your exposed skin from where your loose tank top gilded up, a even hotter heat coated your body. “what” you paused, “stuff”

Right then Bucky finally slowly lifted himself off you and sat down on the hard ground, beside your body which was frozen to the ground. “About your crush on me”

his confession made you shut your eyes in embarrassment, chest beginning to grow fear of him thinking you’re pathetic and weird for developing a crush on him, when he’s specifically told you he doesn’t love the ideals of relationships at the moment.

Your silences made him lightly uncomfortable, “is it not true?”

You swallowed a large amount of pride and finally answered him, “it’s true” you sat up, tugging your legs closer to you in hopes to protect yourself, from him, no, from rejection. “I know you’ve told me about your whole thing for disliking relationships, so I’m sorry”

“Why are you apologizing” you heard him scoot closer to you, so you were touching shoulder to shoulder.

Getting the courage you looked at him, “for liking you?”

Bucky chuckled, hand wiping the sweat from his face, “that’s a stupid thing to apologize for” you nodded, it was stupid to say sorry for liking someone, but it was the only thing you felt was right to say.

And then tension filled up the room, the whole training and fighting each other long forgotten as you both sat there in complete silence, one another trying to figure out the right words to say.

It was, for you, a difficult situation, your crush on the man finally coming to light after years of trying to hide them from him, and him sitting beside you not saying anything, just staring into space, not to your knowledge mouth full of things he wants to say to you, but too afraid to.

You cleared your throat and went to get up from the floor, everything that was going on getting too much for you to handle. You offered him a hand to help him up from the ground which he gracefully took.

Without any words, just glances at one another, you both left the training room together, walking side by side, each other going to your separate rooms. It was killing you really, the awkward silence and feeling between you both.

When you reached your room you took one last look at him before turning to walk into your room, what you didn’t expect however was he him pushing you into your wall, hands going to your hips, lips crashing onto your yours, in a longing feeling.

Your hands got tangled into his hair, tugging him forward as close as possible, afraid he’s giving you a sorrow rejection kiss to cover the pain he’ll leave you with, but him lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist told you this was something else, something more than longing, instead desperation and wanting.

He carefully carried you to your bed, lips not bothering breaking apart even to breathe. He laid you down on your sheets, hand coming to rest against your jaw opening your mouth so his tongue could make way into your mouth. He pushed open your knees farther apart to make move for him to settle comfortably between them.

You moaned into his mouth when you felt his knee brush against your clothed core. “Bucky” You spoke against his lips.

He broke the kiss, lips instead tracing down your neck where he kissed and sucked hard enough to leave marks. “Yes, doll?”

“This isn’t a pity kiss right”

he lifted his head from your neck and faced you properly. “I told myself to go to my room, leave you alone. But I just couldn’t stop myself from breaking my own rules for you”

Your fallen hair that covered your face, he moved. “I’ve liked you for awhile now, but the age..’”

You softly creased his face, “don’t even think about when I’m with you, Bucky”

He hummed, “i want this to work, but I don’t know how”

“I’ll teach you my way, you teach me your way”

He laughed softly, “doll, back in my day dating was a lot different”

You rolled your eyes, giggling a bit. “Okay then you teach me how you want me to be good fighter and I’ll teach you to how do this,” you made a hand gesture, “whole relationship thing”

“That sounds a lot better”