#But I’ll stop rambling in tags now. I think I’m just gonna take a walk outside and breathe

[vampstel]

Just took a nap oops but honestly, I don’t even feel safe venting on here since I have a feeling people will just screenshot my posts and pick it apart to slander me even more ;;

Which then just causes me to get even more stressed and physically sick…

I think I need a break from the internet as a whole, honestly. Things are not healthy and I rather spend my time doing something productive than get anxious over people getting mad at me. But that’s easier said than done. People saying I’m “weird” for using labels like Bara, Twink, etc. genuinely hurts.

Being depicted as this fetishistic, p*rn addicted person is crazy especially knowing I’m a gay asexual and am repulsed by NSFW. Hell, even me saying all this is making me scared since I genuinely do not feel safe at all and it’s awful 💀

[slut4msby]

first kiss. miya osamu x reader

+ tags & warnings; not proofread & v rushed </3 also like quiet a lot of swearing (mainly just the use of the word 'shit')

+ a/n; day 6/7!! one more day to go before i go take a LONGGGG nap (i wish :<) but yeah this isn't the best written but here u go bc im on my osamu shit atm <3

“So you’re seriously telling me, THE Miya Osamu has never kissed anyone?” You teased the now embarrassed dark harder boy. “Like THE Miya Osamu, like brother to like the schools biggest flirt Miya Atsumu? What’s next your brother hasn’t either? I always knew the Miya twins were FULL of surprises but this, THIS is new.”

“Ew, I don’t wanna know who my brother is kissing and shit.” He said defensively.

“Why?” You questioned.

“Whaddya mean why? Because it’s weird he is like my brother I don’t wanna know what girls he’s snogging and sh-”

“No, I mean like why haven’t ya kissed anyone ‘Samu?” You cut his ramble off, “like I’m sure there's plenty of girls willing to, you have just as many fangirls as Atsumu, just his are louder and more annoying. And apart from that there’s no denying you're an attractive man. I mean you take care of yourself as well.”

“I-I don’t know, Y/N. What I do know is I don’t wanna kiss some fangirl or some shit, I want it to be with someone I care about I guess.”

“Awww 'Samu, that's so cute.” You gushed at his response.

“Shut it, Y/N.” 

As the conversation comes to halt the school bell rings, ending your first break of the day. “I’ll see ya later, ‘Samu. You smile walking down the hall to your class. You sit in your seat next to Osamu’s twin brother, Atsumu.

“Hey, Y/N-chan~” He says as you sit down.

“Hey ‘Tsumu? Ya know ‘Samu has never kissed anyone, like isn’t that just kinda bizarre. Like he’s funny, a good cook, handsome, good at sport ya know what more could a girl want? Like I know he’s seen women and shit but I dunno it’s just weird, I kinda feel bad.” You say towards Atsumu.

“If ya care so much Y/N, why don’t you just kiss him or something? I’m sure that’d shut him up. Ya both never shut up about each other, it’s kinda annoying.” 

“He talks about me?!” You say with a pink stain spreading across your face.

“Did ya hear what Y/N-chan said earlier, did you see Y/N-chan today, I think I’m gonna bring Y/N-chan some food tomorrow, Y/N-chan this, Y/N- chan that and every time I tell him to shut his trap.” Atsumu sighed, placing his head in his hands, “and yer not any better Y/N.”

“I don’t talk about him that much.” You say crossing your arms, frowning at Atsumu. Atsumu just rolled his eyes in response. Not long after your teacher began teaching her lesson, you couldn’t stop thinking about the twins' words. “If ya care so much Y/N, why don’t you just kiss him”  “to be with someone I care about I guess” “Ya both never shut up about each other”. There was certainly no denying your attraction to the silver haired twin. But in your years of knowing him, neither of you showed any romantic interest in each other. You had both seen a range of people, every breakup the same. Ending with one comforting the other, “they were such a dick anyway” or “I never really liked them to begin with.”

As the school day concluded, you decided to watch the volleyball teams practice. A common occurrence at this point.

“Oh hey, Y/N.” Suna said as he entered the gym, Osamu behind him. Osamu looked up to give you a smile, which you returned. No hey or hug like you were used to. There was something different about Osamu this time.

As you watched the boys practice, you would have some casual conversation with the team. Giggling and smiling, but never Osamu. It was always Osamu, but not since your conversation earlier.

Eventually Osamu was alone for the first time the whole practice, so you decided to confront him on his weird behaviour. “‘Samu?” You ask softly, his head poking up to look at you, “you’re acting weird, is everything okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine, Y/N. Just a little stressed, school and all that,” He mumbled softly before returning back to practise leaving you dumbfounded. 

“You know that’s not the reason right, Y/N?” Suna said from behind you. Causing you to look behind you, giving him a look of curiosity. “Apparently Atsumu sent him a message earlier, I dunno what it was exactly about but it was something about you that’s for sure.” After Suna finished speaking he grabbed his water bottle and walked away.

You couldn’t focus on the last part of their practices, instead you were left wondering from Suna’s words. As practice concluded, you could hear the Miya’s bickering as you began leaving before Osamu called out to you, “Y/N-chan!” You stop in your tracks turning to face the twin jogging towards you, “can we talk for a second, please?”

“Oh sure.”

You and Osamu walked in silence, an awkward silence in drastic contrast to the usual comfortable silence before reaching a private area.

“I uhm- about earlier I’m sorry for like acting weird…” he said fiddling with his fingers, “it’s just ‘Tsumu sent me a stupid text and It’s just like bothering me and-”

“Osamu.” You cut him off, looking at him in the face, “can I kiss you? I know you said you wanted it to be someone you care about-”

Your words were cut off as Osamu placed his hand on your chin, pulling you closer before your lips collided. The world seemed to fade away as your lips met, a fusion of unspoken emotions and shared history. As you both pulled away, heat rising on both of your faces. Before Osamu let out a chuckle, “did ‘Tsumu get you too?”

“Mhm. Glad he did though.” You say wrapping your arms around, Osamu. 

“Fucking finally. You owe me some puddin’.” Atsumu said towards Suna, who just rolled his eyes in response.

©slut4msby.

[astermath]

pairing: robin buckley x fem!reader

summary: robin falls head over heels for the cool girl renting horror movies at family video. steve can’t believe her awkward shyness is actually landing her a date, but he’s happy for her nonetheless.

word count: idk kinda short lol under 1K

notes: just wanted to write a little blurb, then it turned into something else, so enjoy this short little meet cute with robin ♡

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Robin really is that love at first sight kinda girl.

She’s the type of girl to be busy sorting tapes at family video, when you walk in, all pretty femininity and mysterious aura around you. And suddenly she doesn’t know what to do with herself. She doesn’t know where she is, why she’s there, hell, she probably wouldn’t be able to tell you her name if she asked.

She doesn’t stop staring at you, not when you enter and not when you walk over to the horror section to pick something out. Only when Steve nudges her in her side, she snaps out of it, looking more flustered than ever.

“Dude, can you not?”

“Sorry man, it just— looked like you were falling asleep with your eyes open! What’s with you anyways?”

Robin doesn’t respond, simply averting her eyes to the cash register and hoping Steve doesn’t pry any further.

Which would have worked, if you weren’t talking to her right now.

“I’m sorry, can I—“

“Yes! Yes, absolutely, you can…” Robin trails off, realising she hasn’t even let you finish your request. Her own eagerness embarrasses her to no end, her face heating up and her cheeks now closely resembling the colour of a tomato.

To her surprise, you giggle. You’re not awkward about it at all, which somehow makes her fall for you even harder.

“I was gonna ask what the latest time would be when I’d be able to return this.” you smile, and the blonde girl is certain it’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen.

“Oh! Yeah, totally, no problem! It’s uh— a great choice, by the way. I love friday the 13th, sooo good, all that horror stuff, a huge fan—“

“A week.” Steve interrupts her rambling.

“Huh?” Robin turns to her friend.

“To answer her question, since you’re too busy being head over heels over here.”

You chuckle again, and Robin genuinely thinks her head is going to explode. Not only is her best friend making fun of her in front of you, but you’re not even making her feel bad about it. It’s like you find it cute or something. How crazy is that?

“Cool, I’ll just uh,” you hold up the tape, “rent this one then.”

Robin rings you up, her hands moving faster than her mind, and she hopes you don’t notice the slight shakiness in them. It’s not every day the prettiest girl in the whole world shows up at her job, so she’s not exactly prepared.

“Thanks,” you take the tape from her along with the receipt, your fingers touching slightly when she slides them over. Now you’re the one who’s getting the butterflies.

“So, you said you were a fan of horror movies?”

Robin nods enthusiastically, while Steve has to bite his tongue to hold back from saying that that’s the biggest lie ever. Robin isn’t a coward, not at all, but she’s the worst at scary movies. She’s just saying all this to impress you. She doubts it’s working though.

“Well, I was gonna watch this alone, but…” you grab a pen off the counter and scribble down your number on the receipt. “If you feel like watching it together, give me a call…” you pause to read her name tag. “Robin.” You smile again. “Nice name.”

“T-Thanks! You uh, you too!”

“Thanks, even though I… Haven’t told you yet.” You write your name down next to the number. “Now you know.”

“Huh…” She reads it over, not being able to keep herself from smiling like she’s sunshine incarnate. “That is a really nice name though.”

You grin, grabbing the tape off the counter and stuffing it in your bag. “Well, Robin, I’m free this Friday, if you wanna take me up on the offer.” You start walking backwards and give her a quick wave. “See y’around.”

She waves back, although more hesitant. Frankly, she’s still processing the entire encounter, and the fact that you’re real. Someone as beautiful as you exists, talked to her, even gave her your number. She didn’t know a reality like that was possible.

“I can’t believe that worked.” Steve scoffs in disbelief, though he’s pretty stoked for Robin all in all. He wants his friend to find her special person as much as he does for himself.

“Yeah,” she stares as you walk off, “me too.”

The freckled girl groans loudly and drops her head into her hands. “Why the fuck did I say any of that? Why do I always just keep talking?”

“I don’t see the big deal Buckley,” her coworker leans against the counter, “you got your date, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but then what? Then what do I do? I might have been able to charm her with my awkward idiocy this time, but what if we watch the movie and she finds out I’m a huge wuss!” She gestures around wildly with her hands, earning a confused stare from one of the older customers.

“This is going to sound so stupid, and I can’t believe I’m saying this,” he runs his hand through his brown locks, “but just like, be yourself? She seems nice enough, I’m sure she won’t judge you for being a total scaredy cat.”

“Not helping, Harrington.” She gives him a defeated look.

“Sorry, you know what I mean.”

“But what if she does?”

“What?”

“What if she does judge me? I mean jesus Steve, I wouldn’t blame her! She’s like— way out of my coolness league! She’s practically doing charity work watching a movie with me.”

Steve scoffs. “Don’t sell yourself short, Buckley, you’re plenty cool. Besides, if she does judge you, then clearly she’s not worth it. But again, I think you’ll be fine.”

“Yeah,” she sighs, already picturing her holding onto you in fear of a completely fictional serial killer. “I guess you’re right.” She goes quiet for a moment, before she’s back to daydreaming about the whole scenario. The two of you on your couch, shoulders touching, maybe an arm around her, hands brushing when you reach for the popcorn, all that sappy stuff…

“Buckley?”

Maybe you’d find it cute that she gets scared. Maybe you’d wanna protect her. She gets that vibe from you, that you’d keep her safe from all the Freddy Kruegers and Jason Voorhees of the world.

“Robin!”

Steve snaps her out of her daydreaming, gesturing towards Keith who’s about to enter the store.

“You two organise those tapes like I asked you to?” Their manager isn’t even looking at them, struggling with putting away his car keys.

Robin swipes the tapes off the counter and stuffs them randomly into the two boxes. That’s a problem for later.

“Yup! All sorted! Good thing I love organising stuff!” She laughs awkwardly, and Steve is fighting for his life trying not to laugh.

She’s got bigger things to worry about right now. Like what to wear for her date with you. And what kind of snacks you like to eat with your movies. And how she’s going to explain that the scariest thing she can handle is Frankenweenie.

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[worldofheroes]

A Jealous Man

pete “maverick” mitchell x reader

summary: you try to distract yourself from practice and Maverick

warnings: angst, some fluff, language, alcohol

wc: 902

a/n: hi all! so sorry it’s been a hot minute. I got married!!! I promise I’m still working on all the requests! based on this request! maybe there will be a part two??

tags: @kissatelier @tomcruiseishot

"What the hell was that?" Maverick yells from across the tarmac.

"Leave me alone, Mav," you say, grabbing your gear and heading to the locker rooms.

"No, I will not. That stunt you pulled? It could’ve gotten you killed!"

"I was in control."

"You were not in control."

"You would’ve done the same thing."

Maverick sighs. "I don’t have the energy to argue with you. Go home."

"Yes sir," you say, walking past Maverick and purposefully bumping his shoulder.

You change out of your flight suit and head to The Hard Deck to meet someone you’ve been on a couple dates with. He’s not amazing, but it’s something.

—

Maverick didn’t consider himself to be a jealous man.

But when he walked in The Hard Deck and saw you with someone, Maverick felt physical pain.

He hated to admit it, but there was something about you that lured him in.

Of course, it was inappropriate, with him being your teacher. But Maverick wasn’t one for rules.

When you looked over and gave him a small smile, he felt something he hasn’t felt in a long time.

Tough guy Maverick was falling for you.

—

Shortly after getting your first round of drinks, your date leaves you for his friends.

You sigh, knowing he’s not going to come back to be with you.

You finish your beer and head up to the bar. Much to your better judgment, you find a seat beside Maverick.

"Where’s your date?" Maverick asks.

You scoff. "With his friends. I knew it was a bad idea coming here."

Penny walks over to you, and you hold up your bottle. She nods and grabs another beer for you.

Maverick clenches his jaw. He could say so many things right now, but none of them are a good idea.

"What are you doing here?" you ask him.

"Trying to avoid thinking about the mission," he says.

You nod. "Fair enough."

"Y/n, what are you doing over here?" your date asks, stumbling over not only his words, but also his feet.

"How are you this drunk already?" you mutter.

"Baby, come on," he says, his hands all over you.

"Dylan, just leave," you say.

"Baby," he repeats, still touching you. You try to move away.

"Leave her alone," Maverick says.

"Oh, who are you to tell me what to do?" Dylan asks.

"A decent human being. I’d leave now, if I were you."

"Are you threatening me?"

"Not yet."

"Mav," you whisper.

"You know this old man?" Dylan asks, appalled by this possibility.

"Dylan, leave," you say.

Maverick stands up and forces himself between you and Dylan.

You’ve never been this close to Maverick, and it makes you a little dizzy.

Maverick and Dylan are silent, having a stare down.

"Fine," Dylan says, walking away. "I’ll call you later, Y/n.”

"Please don’t," you say, looking at the floor.

Maverick doesn’t move until Dylan has left the area.

"Are you okay?" Maverick asks you, sitting back down at the bar.

"Yeah." You stand up and finish your beer. "I’m gonna head out. Thanks for, uh, intervening, I guess."

You don’t even wait for a response from Maverick before you leave.

"Y/n," Maverick calls out as he catches up to you in the parking lot.

"Mav, I appreciate you standing up for me, but I’m fine. I don’t need protecting. I know how to fly my plane. I don’t need your help constantly," you say.

"Y/n," Maverick repeats.

"I don’t get why you give me so much shit all the time. I don’t get why you’re always right there. I can handle myself," you ramble.

It takes you a second to realize Maverick has closed in on you, his face inches from yours. You stop mid sentence.

"Maverick," you whisper.

He leans in closer, stopping for a millisecond before his lips land on yours.

Your mind goes blank, and you wrap your arms around his neck.

He places his hands gently on your waist.

"Maverick," you repeat.

"I care about you so much, Y/n. I tried to push these feelings away, but I can’t. And seeing you with that guy tonight… I’ve never felt that way before, jealous of another man," Maverick says softly.

"Mav," you repeat.

"I want to give this a try."

"We can’t, the rules.”

"Fuck the rules," Maverick says, caressing your face.

"Maverick," you scold.

"I’ll take care of it," he smiles at you.

You roll your eyes and give him another kiss.

"I don’t want this to hurt me, Mav."

"I’ll handle it, trust me.”

Maverick wraps you up in his arms, and you rest your head against his chest, where you can hear his heartbeat.

"Come back to my place?" Maverick asks.

"Okay," you say, nodding against his chest.

Maverick releases you from his arms. "Need a ride?"

"I’ve never ridden a bike before."

"Just hold on to me, you’ll be fine," he says with a smile, leading you to his bike.

You can’t help but smile back as Maverick’s hand finds yours.

He easily swings a leg up and over the bike, and helps you on to the bike too.

Maverick takes your hands and places them around his waist.

"Hang on," he says.

"Take it easy for me," you smile.

"No promises," he jokes with you, taking off from the parking lot.

You're still unsure how it happened, but you're thrilled to be going home with Maverick.

[waitimcomingtoo]

Your Kiss, My Cheek

Pairing: Tom Holland x best friend!Reader

Synopsis: after kissing Tom’s cheek one time for good luck, he tries to find ways to make you do it again

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“I’m so nervous.” Tom said as he peeped through the curtain to look at the crowd. He was asked to give a speech at an awards ceremony and as his friend, you tagged along for emotional support. Tom gulped when he saw how many people were in the audience and walked over to you.

“Don’t be. What’s that thing you always say? Turn nerves into excitement?” You said as you straightened his tie and jacket.

“I know. It’s just hard to do that sometimes. Right now my nerves want to turn into diarrhea.” Tom mumbled out of the corner of his mouth.

“I’m so glad you told me that. Thank you. Truly.” You chuckled and patted his chest.

“You’re welcome.” He laughed shyly. You gave him a playful look before going into your pure and getting some antacids.

“Here. Take these for your tummy. And then take a breath. You’re gonna be great.” You assured him as he swallowed the antacids.

“If you say so.” He sighed and shook his nerves out.

“I do say so. Now go. I’ll be watching the whole time.” You gave him a reassuring smile and pushed him towards the stage. Tom started to walk towards the stage but then turned back to pull you into a hug.

“Thanks for being here.” He said as he squeezed you tightly.

“Wouldn’t miss it.” You chuckled and hugged him back. Tom pulled away after a minute and started it walk towards the stage but you pulled him back by his hand.

“Wait. Come here for a second.” You said and pulled him down to kiss his cheek. It wasn’t something you usually did, but something you felt he needed. Tom’s entire face burned red and he looked at you with wide eyes as he touched his cheek.

“What was that for?” He laughed shyly.

“A good luck kiss. To wish you luck out there.” You smiled timidly.

“Oh. Thanks.” Tom smiled as well and kept his fingers where your lips had been.

“You’re welcome. Now go kill it.” You patted his cheek before pushing him towards the stage again. You stood in the wings and watched Tom give his speech, giving him an excited wave every time he looked over at you. His speech was met with an standing ovation that included you clapping the loudest of all. He ran off the stage afterwards and scooped you up into a hug.

“Ah! You did great. That was amazing!” You hugged him tightly as he spun you around in a circle.

“I couldn’t have done it without you. I would’ve been rambling and stuttering and totally embarrassing myself out there if you weren’t here.” He said once he set you down.

“Oh, no. I can’t take the credit for your innate ability to charm a crowd.” You complimented him, making him blush again.

“I’m pretty sure you’re the only person in the world who finds my run on sentences charming.” Tom said with a shy smile.

“Good. I want to be your only one.” You smiled fondly at you before realizing you said too much. That confession along with the kiss from before put you in new territory for your friendship. There was an awkward silence between the two of you for a second until you changed the subject.

“Come on. Let’s go celebrate. You earned it.” You slipped your hand into his and pulled him towards the festivities. An hour later, you had drinks in your hands and the jacket around your shoulders was his. Tom kept sneaking glances at you all night, unable to stop thinking about the kiss. Even if it was just on the cheek, it was uncharted territory for you guys. He couldn’t stop thinking about what it meant and why you did it. Most of all, he thought about how much he wanted it to happen again. He really wanted to kiss you back, and not just on the cheek this time. You caught Tom looking at you and gave him a fond smile that almost gave him the confidence to kiss you. Before he could, he lost his nerve and the moment ended.

The following week, Tom asked you to join him at his celebrity golf tournament. The two of you got ready in his tent before the game started and put on the matching outfits you had brought. Tom watched you twirl around in front of the mirror in your white tennis skirt and shirt that had Tom’s last name on it and couldn’t help but smile.

“Golf skirts are so cute. I wish the sport itself wasn’t so boring so I could wear these more.” You said as you admired the way the skirt moved in the mirror. Tom was admiring it as well while feeling guilty for looking at his best friend that way.

“You know you could just wear them without playing golf.” He chuckled as his eyes followed the way you twirled.

“No I can’t. Everyone will know I’m not a real golf player.” You whined and turned away from the mirror.

“I believe the term is golfer, love.” Tom laughed again.

“Not for me it isn’t.” You sighed. Tom looked at the skirt again and gulped loudly. You suddenly noticed the way he was staring at you and you made awkward eye contact with each other. You both quickly looked away as Tom’s face turned pink.

“Are you excited to get out there and play?” You said to change the subject.

“I was when I woke up. I just didn’t realize how many people would be watching. The pressure is kinda getting to me now.” Tom admitted as he peaked his head out of the tent.

“Don’t worry about all those people. You’re gonna do great out there. You love golf. Which I really don’t understand because honestly I can’t imagine anything more boring than silently hitting balls towards holes in the ground but for some reason, it makes you happy. So don’t go out there and think about all the people watching. Think about how you get to do what makes you happy for a great cause.”

“Thanks. You always know what to say.” Tom smiled softly at you as he made he way over to you.

“Every now and then I do.” You laughed shyly, still flustered from the way he had been looking at you.

“No. You always do.” He corrected you while looking anywhere but in your eyes.

“I think you’re the only one who thinks that. But thanks for saying it.” You smiled fondly at him and finally met his gaze.

“You’re welcome.” He said in a quiet voice, practically a whisper. You stared at each other for a moment, only breaking apart when Tom’s name was called.

“Holland? They’re ready for you on the course.”

“Okay. Guess I better go.” Tom said and picked up his golf bag. It was a similar situation to the last time you kissed his cheek and he hoped you realized that too. He’s been yearning for another kiss every second since the last one and hoped this would prompt you to give him one.

“Good luck.” You smiled and gave him two thumbs up. You didn’t try to kiss his cheek again, which made Tom frown.

“Here I go.” He said and nodded towards the exit of the tent.

“All right. I’ll see you out there.” You laughed awkwardly, not sure what he was doing.

“Uh huh. I’m going now.” He repeated, making one last attempt to drop the hint that he wanted a kiss.

“Are you?” You teased him and the dropped the act. He started toying with the straps of his bag so that he didn’t have to look at you.

“Remember how the other day, before I gave my speech, I was feeling really nervous? So you kissed me on the cheek to wish me luck?”

“I remember.” You said quietly, feeling nervous now that he brought that up.

“Well it actually really calmed me down. I don’t know how to explain it. It’s like you have calming powers in your lipstick or something.”

“Maybe I do. But then again, maybe not. Maybe it’s mabelline.”

“Maybe. Or maybe it’s just you.” He smiled shyly at you. “So, um, I was wondering -only if you want- you could maybe possibly do it again?”

“You want a kiss on the cheek?” Your face lit up when you realized why he was acting so strange. You’d been worried about the kiss, thinking you had crossed a boundary, only to find out he had liked it.

“Yes. But only for good luck. No other reason.” He clarified as his eyes darted to the side.

“For luck? But I thought it calmed you down?” You tested him while walking towards him.

“It did both. It calmed me down and that’s why I was able to give a good speech.”

“I see. So you want another good luck kiss? For your nerves?” You raised and eyebrow and stood directly in front of him.

“Yeah. For my nerves.” He lied, heart pounding now that the kiss might happen again. Sure enough, you playfully rolled your eyes at him before going up on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek. This one lasted longer than the last but his face blushed just the same.

“Good luck.” You said sincerely once you pulled away. Tom’s entire face melted as he looked at you with the softest eyes you’d ever seen on him.

“Thanks, darling. I’m sure to win now.”

Before you could say anything else, Tom was called again and had to go this time. You watched him play from the sidelines (are there sidelines in golf idfk) and cheered him on whenever he hit the ball into the hole. Golf was a quiet sport (I’m just guessing at this point) so you were the only one cheering but you didn’t mind the looks you got. You only cared about supporting Tom. Tom ending up winning the tournament or something idk how golf works lolz he scored a three point shot in the hole woop he won yay. He met you back at the tent afterwards with his trophy/metal/golf prize and scooped you up in a hug.

“Congratulations! That went pretty well, right? I still have no idea how golf works. You wanted the least amount of points, right?” You said once he put you down.

“Darling, that was the best game I’ve ever played. Your kisses are like magic.” He exclaimed, making your face feel warm.

“I’m glad you think so.” You said in a quieter voice.

“I know so. I bet if you ever kissed me on the mouth, I’d get like, real superpowers or something.” Tom blurted. You both looked at each other, unsure who was more surprised that he said that. He normally wouldn’t have been so bold, but the high of winning had gotten to him.

“Yeah. Who knows what would happen?” You laughed to break the awkward silence that had settled. You looked at each other again and ever so slowly started to lean in. Before anything could happen, the moment was interrupted.

“Tom, you’re wanted outside for an interview.” Someone popped into your tent to say.

“I’m sorry.” He sighed. “The press is here.”

“Don’t be sorry. Go celebrate. I’ll be here when you get back.” You told him, equally disappointing that the moment was gone.

“I wish I didn’t have to leave you. Or if I could take you with me. There’s a lot of people out there and having you by my side makes these things a little easier. I don’t know. I guess you just make me brave.”

“Tommy, you got this. You don’t need me to make you brave. You just won the whole tournament tournament. If you can do that, you can totally talk to a few journalists.”

“Yeah. I guess so.” He nodded but didn’t seem convinced. You wanted to calm his nerves but it seemed like words weren’t working. Without thinking, you pulling him down by his shirt and kissed both of his cheeks.

“Both cheeks?” He smiled shyly when you leg go of his shirt.

“Extra luck.” You shrugged. “Not that you need it.”

“Thanks.” His smile widened as he touched his cheek.

After the golf tournament, Tom had a few weeks off from his usual busy schedule. While he usually welcomed time to himself, he couldn’t help but be disappointed that he had run out of opportunities to get you to kiss him again. He looked over at you after stopped to get gas and decided that if no opportunities presented themselves, he had to create them himself. He looked at the gas pump before sheepishly looking over at you.

“What are you waiting for?” You wondered when Tom didn’t get out of the car.

“Did you know that sometimes people put gas in their cars and blow up?” Tom said very matter of factly.

“Is that true?” You asked skeptically.

“Maybe. Who’s to say? Anyways, I’m kinda nervous it might happen to me right now.” He said as he looked at your out of the corner of his eye.

“You’re nervous you’re gonna put gas in the car and it’s gonna blow up?” You asked, catching on to what he was doing.

“Yes.”

“Ah. I see. And I’m guessing you want a kiss for good luck? In case you blow up?”

“In case I blow up, yes.” Tom nodded and looked at you hopefully.

“You’re too cute.” You chuckled and leaned over to kiss his cheek. He beamed in excitement before getting out of the car to pump the gas.

“Did you blow up?” You asked once he got back in.

“You would’ve known if I did.” He mumbled, making you laugh.

“I don’t know anything anymore, Tommy. Things I thought I knew have become the things I wonder about.” You sighed and looked out the window. Even thought he knew he shouldn’t, Tom thought into this. He’d been thinking a lot lately about your friendship and if it would ever move past platonic and he wondered if that’s what you’d been wondering about too.

“What do you mean by that?” He asked you, noticing the way you stiffened.

“I don’t know. Just like, things I thought were one thing are starting to look like they could be other things.” You shrugged. Your vague answer made Tom even more determined to unearth your true meaning.

“Interesting, interesting. And what if you elaborated on that?” He asked you.

“What if you drove away from this gas station and let the people in line behind us fill their tank?” You laughed and pointed to the cars behind you. Tom quickly put the car into park and drove away but didn’t stop thinking about what you had said.

A week later, Tom forced you to go to an Urgent care after spending the last few days feeling under the weather. You didn’t feel like you had to go, but went to put Tom’s Kim’s at ease.

“What’s taking them so long? I feel like we’ve been waiting for hours.” He asked as he paced the floor.

“It’s been three minutes.” You pointed out before blowing your nose.

“Longest three minutes of my life. What’s taking so long?” He whined and checked outside of the door again.

“The doctor said it would take at least 15 minutes to run the test. Just be patient.”

“I can’t. I can’t relax. Not until I know you’re okay.” Tom shook his head and started to chew on his nails. You felt bad that he was so worked up, so you pulled his hand out of his mouth and pulled him down to kiss his cheek.

“I’ll be okay, okay? You don’t need to worry about me.” You said in a soft tone.

“I’ll always worry about you, darling. Can’t help it.” He said with a pout. You smiled at him and patted his cheek just as the doctor came in.

“Oh thank God. Is she okay?” Tom asked the doctor.

“We got the results-“

“Oh God. It’s cancer. It’s cancer, isn’t it?” Tom cut her off.

“No. We didn’t even test for that. We were just testing for strep. Which she doesn’t have.” The doctor said flatly.

“What? So what’s wrong with her?”

“She’s fine. She just has a viral infection in her sinuses.” The doctor explained and handed you the lab work.

“A what?” Tom asked and took the lab work from your hands.

“Your girlfriend just has the sniffles.” The doctor sighed. You gave her an apologetic smile as Tom read your results.

“Oh. Okay. That’s not so bad. We can handle sniffles.” Tom nodded and put his hand on your back.

“I’m prescribing amoxicillin. You can pick it up in an hour at your pharmacy.” The doctor said as she wrote something out on her prescription pad. She held the prescription out and Tom took it.

“Thanks, doc.” He smiled gratefully at her.

“No problem. Feel better. For mine and your boyfriends sake.” She winked at you before leaving the room.

“This is such a relief. I really thought you were gonna die.” Tom sighed and pulled you into his chest.

“Why? My only symptom is a runny nose.” You chuckled.

“And crusty eyes and a cough and you haven’t heard anything I’ve said for the past few days which means clogged ears.”

“That’s just because I’ve been ignoring you.” You teased him. Tom playfully rolled his eyes at you before looking down at the prescription again.

“Did, uh, did you hear the doctor call you my girlfriend?” Tom asked coyly without looking at you.

“I didn’t hear anything with these clogged ears.”

“I definitely heard it. She also called me your boyfriend. Weird, right?” He forced a laugh but watched carefully for your reaction.

“So weird. I wonder why she thought we were a couple?”

“Maybe because you kissed me right before she walked in. Since you’re so infatuated with me and what not.” Tom shrugged before cracking a smile.

“Please. You needed that kiss. You were about to spin out and only these luscious lips could reel you back in.”

“Those luscious lips probably just gave me a sinus infection.” Tom laughed and wiped where your lips had been.

“Oh no. I got my sickness all over your cheek.” You pretended to pout while you wiped your hands all over his face.

“Ew. Get those germs hands away from me.” He laughed and swatted your hands away.

“I thought you liked me all over you.” You said, creating yet another awkward silence to fill the room. You exchanged awkward looks until Tom cleared his throat.

“Come on.” He said. “Let’s go get your medicine so I can finally have some peace.”

Tom had to wait until you weren’t contagious anymore before he could work up the nerve to ask for another kiss. He watched you struggling to open a jar of pickles for a while before deciding to test his luck with you.

“I can’t open this.” You whined and tried to open the jar again.

“Oh, I see. You need a big strong man, don’t you?” Tom said and flexed his biceps for you.

“Yeah. Do you know any?” You teased him as your eyed his biceps.

“Give it here, love. I’ll open it for you.” He winked at you and took the jar. He flexed for you again and you threw your hand over your forehead and pretended to swoon. Tom smiled shyly before trying to open the jar. He paused suddenly when he got an idea in his head.

“Before I do, how about a kiss for good luck?” He asked with a cheeky smile.

“They used to be for good luck. Before you started abusing their power.”

“This is for good luck.” He insisted. “I need the luck incase I cut myself on the lid.”

“Uh huh. Sure.” You playfully rolled your eyes at him before kissing his cheek. Tom smiled to himself before opening the jar for you.

As the weeks went on, Tom slowly got more comfortable asking for kisses and was soon asking for them nearly every day. They started off as infrequent kisses for good luck and soon became a daily occurrence any time Tom could think of an excuse to ask for one.

“Can I have a kiss before I go?” He asked before going to set.

“Wait! Come back! Kiss me!” He called after you when you got off the couch during a movie night.

“Gimme a kiss. Please? Just a little one?” He whined when you walked away from your cart at the grocery store.

“How about a kiss right here?” He asked and tapped his cheek when he stopped at a red light. You playfully rolled your eyes before leaning over the console to kiss his cheek.

“You really like being kissed on the cheek, huh?”

“From you, I do.”

“So no one else? Just me?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Only you, darling. If someone else tried to kiss my cheek, I’d kick them into the head so hard they saw the curvature of the earth.”

“Damn.” You laughed. “You could just move away.”

“Yeah but that wouldn’t send the message, would it?” Tom smiled as he looked over at you.

“And what is the message exactly?”

“That these cheeks belongs to another.” He said suavely and looked over at you. You laughed at his joke but kept your eyes on him as he continued to drive. When Tom noticed you staring at him, he felt his face flush and looked at you. He got so caught up in your eyes that he nearly ran the next red light.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” He asked as he stopped short.

“You almost ran that red.” You chuckled and looked away, pleased with the effect you had on him.

“Because you were staring at me like that scary picture of Miley Cyrus.” Tom said, making your smile fall.

“I wasn’t. I was just thinking.” You replied and playfully swatted his arm.

“About what?”

“You and me. Us.” You shrugged and turned to stare out Tom’s passenger window. Tom did a double take at you and struggled to keep his eyes on the road.

“Us?” He squeaked.

“Yeah. Us.”

“What about us?” He asked as his heart pounded in his ears.

“I don’t know. Do you ever feel like we’re more than friends?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, yeah, we’re friends. But we also do things that I would never do with my other friends. The number one example being kissing your cheek. But there’s a lot more than that, do you know what I mean? I feel like we’re always doing things that I would never do with any other of my friends. Only you.”

“Yeah. I know what you mean.” Tom smiled softly as he looked over at you.

“You do?” You asked hopefully.

“I do. I do feel like we’re more than friends. I know we’re not dating, but I also know that-“

“We’re not just friends?” You finished his sentence for him. He looked over at you again and nodded with a fond smile.

“Yeah. Exactly.” He replied. He turned his eyes back to the road but you continued to stare at him. Tom soon felt you put your hand on his left cheek to pull his face closer and kiss his right cheek.

“What was that one for? I didn’t even have to ask.” Tom blushed and touched his cheek.

“That was for understanding me.” You smiled and put your hand on his knee. You exchanged another fond look before driving in comfortable silence.

As the weeks went on, Tom continued to ask for kisses for random things and you continued to give them. What started as a sweet gesture for good luck became a common occurrence between the two of you. You often thought about the conversation you had about being more than friends and wondered what would happen if one day, you moved the kiss just a few inches over. These are the things you thought about while you waited for Tom to get out of his trailers bathroom so you could walk with him to set.

“All right. Come on. You’re first on the call sheet so you can’t be late.” You said as you knocked on Tom’s bathroom door. He opened it up and gave you a grumpy look until you handed him a cup of coffee. He gave you a grateful smile before slipping an arm around your waist to pull you closer and kiss the side of your head.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Tom said through a yawn before sipping his coffee. You grabbed his scripts and a book to read while you waited for him on set before going to the door. Tom’s feet shuffled behind you but stopped once he reached the door. You went to open the trailer door but he reached over you and shut it.

“What are you doing? You’re gonna be late.” You turned to ask him.

“It’ll be fine. Before I go, can I have a kiss for good luck?” He asked with a cheeky smile.

“Good luck for what?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Just in general. For my day. Don’t you want me to have a lucky day?” Tom teased you and turned his face to the side so you could kiss his cheek. You looked into his eyes and thought about the conversation you had had with him the day before. If you were ever going to fully cross over from friends to something more, somebody had to make the first move. That move came in the form of you you cupping his chin between your fingers to turn his face towards yours. Tom looked confused so before you could overthink it, you pulled him down to kiss him. Tom’s eyes flew open before fluttering shut, tickling your face as they closed. He stepped closer to you and wrapped an arm around your waist to deepen the kiss. When you pulled away, he looked stunned for a minute, then smiled.

“Wow. It really was-“

“If you say it was your lucky day I’m gonna knock you out.” You cut him off.

“Psh. I wasn’t.” He scoffed and looked down at his fingernails. He thought about the kiss again and looked up at you with the biggest smile in the world.

“Okay, I was.” He admitted. “But how lucky am I? The loveliest girl in the world just kissed me.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his words before slipping your hand into his. You walked hand in hand to the set and went up to the director.

“Oh, hey Tom. Good to see you again. Who’s your friend?” The director smiled and pointed to you.

“Friend? Oh no, you just be mistaken.“ Tom smiled suavely as he wrapped an arm around you. You rolled your eyes with affection and wrapped your arms around his torso.

“See you after?” He asked in a soft voice.

“Yep. Good luck out there.” You replied before leaning up to kiss his cheek, just for old times sake.

“Psh.” He scoffed playfully. “Who needs luck?”

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Goodbye (For Now)

Nightbringer Spoilers Ahead (maybe a little ooc)

Tags:(Angst/TBD)(TimeTravel)(SayingGoodbye)

(I’ll adjust everything in the morning)

(Pt 1/2)

Synopsis:

You knew you weren’t suppose to stay in the past for that long. You knew you didn’t belong there. You had to get back to your time eventually.

And even if the brothers were warming up to you again, you had to say goodbye. The worst part was that they would never know why you really left.

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.

.

“You can finally go back home MC.” Solomon tells you with a smile as he holds your hands with joy,”Back to your time. You did it.”

“Yeah!” You say with relief,”I can go back, back home where the people I love are waiting for me.” You can’t help but feel your heart flutter at the warmth and comfort of the brothers and everyone else you longed for.

“There’s no time to lose! It’ll happen just as quickly, Just as before-“ Solomon says ready to perform the ritual before you find yourself hesitating.

“Wait-“ You say,”Shouldn’t I say goodbye?” You ask conflicted.

“Say goodbye? MC they can’t know where you’re from. We talked about this already-“ Solomon said,”You need not to worry about these versions of themselves anymore.

“Yeah but…” You say as you look to the House of Lamentation,”But even if they don’t know it’s me yet…this version of myself..I’m still their friend. They deserve to know, that I won’t be coming back ” You tell him.

“Oh MC…”Solomon looks at with with what you feel is pity,”These are not the brothers you know…chances are they probably won’t even care or notice you’re gone..”

You look down at the floor, a saddened expression taken place,”Yeah..you’re probably right..they probably didn’t really even care..”

Solomon sighs deeply as he contemplates your words. After a few moments he squeezes your hand reassuringly,”I think…you should do what you desire… if you believe Lucifer and his brothers deserve sort closure then I suppose I can’t stop you. Just hurry back…for my sake.”

Your eyes light up with joy as you hug Solomon lovingly,”You’re the best!”

“Obviously.” He says patting your back before you break away.

“Alright! I’ll be back real quick alright!” You say as you hurry to the House of Lamentation.

“I’ll be waiting.” Solomon says watching you scurry off.

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.

.

Normally, at least in this timeline, you wouldn’t really go to the house of lamentation without proper reason and permission.

So you hope Lucifer or someone would at least let you in.

Does the house look a lot bigger or have you just not seen it in a while?

You look back at the door, hesitantly you knock three times. You wait anxiously for any sort of response and when time passed and nobody answered you felt quite defeated.

“I guess…Solomon..was right..” You mumble to yourself a bit disappointedly. Just as you were about to walk away the door cracked open.

You hesitantly reach for it and peek inside.

“H-hello?” You say not wanting to intrude more than you have to.

Nonetheless you step into the house fully. Despite it looking just slightly different, it still felt like home to you.

You take a breath of relief before a voice startles you.

“Ah? - Oh! It’s you, ya weirdo what are you doing here?!” Mammon stares at you confusingly,”Who let ya in?”

“I well- I knocked and the door opened so I wasn’t really sure if I could come in or not or if someone let me in by mistake so I walk in here to see if there was anyone but I didn’t see anyone so I was gonna leave but then -“You begin to ramble before Mammon cuts you off.

“Oi, quit ya yappin. I don’t care.” Mammon tells you.

“Right.” You say,”Sorry.”

“You’re so weird.” Mammon says shaking his head disapprovingly,”But I guess you’re here for a reason eh? What can the great Mammon do for you? Ya need to see Luci or sum?”

“Well yeah- but also I came to see you! Also everyone else.” You tell him.

“M-me?!” Mammon says with utter confusion. It seems he decided to skip over the part you said everyone else as well.

“Yeah, there was something I needed to tell you-“ You tell him.

“T-tell me ? “ Mammons head begins to swirl,”Me? Why me?

“Well Mammon, it’s just that I’ve came ti say go-“You tell him before getting caught off by another voice.

“MAMMON!” Leviathan screams out as he approaches,”Where’s my damn money!”

“Jeez Levi, could you be any louder?!” Mammon scolds,”I’m in the middle of something here!”

“I don’t care - gimme my money!” Levi says before realizing it’s you.

“Huh?? MC?! You’re here?!” Levi seems surprised by your visit,.

“Oh! Levi! This is great- I needed to tell you both that-“ You say before yet another voice cuts you off.

“Ah~ what’s with all the yelling~ you’re all bound to get wrinkles like that- oh- MC?” Asmo says coming into view as he looks at you curiously,” What are you doing here?”

“Ah you’re here! Perfect ! - I came to -“ You say before Mammon cuts you off.

“Cant y’all see MC is trying to have a proper conversation with ME? Butt out.” Mammon says

“Mammon, you’re so full of yourself.” Levi says bitterly.

“Ay! Watch what you say!” Mammon says.

“Ugh you guys, MC is trying to say something. “ Asmo says

“Right..thanks Asmo..I was going to say that-“

“Can you all kindly shut the hell up?” Satan says marching into the room,”You’re all irritating me! I can hear shouting from halfway across the house.”

“Everything was fine until Levi and Asmo came in tryna be nosey!” Mammon tells Satan.

“I don’t care! Just shut up already-“Satan says before looking at you and his anger briefly replaced by confusion,”It’s you?”

Before you can say anything another voice pops in “Oh would you look at that Beel. I told you they were arguing. “ Belphie says yawning tiredly,”Could recognize Mammons annoying voice far that much of a distance.”

“Hey!”

Beel Hums in agreement as his stomach growls,”Mm yeah, it sure does seem that way. I suppose since MC is here that’s why they’re arguing.”

“Oh- you’re right. I didn’t even see MC til you said it.” Belphie says with a chuckle,”What brings you here? Normally Lucifer would’ve thrown a huge fuss anytime someone came over about being on our best behavior. So I assume he doesn’t know you’re here.”

“R-right-“ You say as they all look at you curiously. Suddenly it feels a little harder to say what you have to.

“I don’t see why the rest of ya need to be here. MC said she wanted to speak to me and-“Mammon starts off but gets cut off

“She did not say that you liar!” Levi says,”She clearly said me.”

“That’s not what I heard!” Asmo says as they all start arguing once more.

“I’m hungry.” Beel says.

“Is that really the only thing you’re concerned about right now?” Belphie asks.

Why does feel…so familiar to you?…it almost ..feels like when-

“So why are you here MC?” Satan asks (demands) gathering the attention of the others and knocking you out of your thoughts.

“Oh that’s…..right…” You says.

“Well spit it out, we don’t got all day now.” Mammon says growing increasingly impatient.

You look at all of them as they stare at you with such a familiar twinkle in their eyes. One that you thought you’d never really see again.

“I’ve…”You say bowing your head down,”I’ve come to say goodbye.”

It’s grows eerily quiet.

“Uh…okay?” Mammon says shrugging his shoulders,”You going on vacation or sum?”

You shake your head,”No, I’m leaving Mammon.”

“For how long?” Mammon asks again not quite grasping your words.

“I ..well-“ You say unsure of what to tell them as you twiddle your fingers together.

“Like a couple months or ?” Mammon waits for your answer.

You could feel everyone’s stare bore into your skin as they await your answer.

You hear Satan sigh,

“They mean forever Mammon. It means they’re never coming back.”

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One Love, True Love: The Storm Within

✎ series summary: From losing your first love, to finding your last.

✎ chapter summary: The aftermath of the storm leaves you and Rafe stuck in the Outer Banks. How will you survive stuck on an island with the boy you love and the boy that loves you?

✎ pairings: JJ Maybank x Reader, Rafe Cameron x Reader

✎ author’s note: Okay, so clearly I’m obsessed with this story idea cause I wrote two chapters in one day lol. I’m gonna make a taglist for this series, so comment if you want to be added.

✎ tags: @rafedrewandjjs @theouterbanksofsnow @redhead1180

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You’re woken up the next morning by the sound of your door opening. You open your eyes to see Rafe walking into your room from his, carrying a tray of waffles.

“Morning,” he says in greeting, setting the tray on the nightstand. “Got your favorite,” Rafe states, gesturing to the tray full of food.

“Thanks,” you mumble, rubbing sleep from your eyes. “How’s it looking?” You ask, waving your hand toward the window, referring to the storm that wreaked havoc the night before.

“Not great. It looks like everything’s gonna be down for awhile,” Rafe answers, opening the blinds. He was right. It looked like a tornado had hit.

“Damn,” you mutter to yourself. The sound of your phone ringing pulls you out of your worried thoughts. Glancing at the screen, you see a familiar name pop up: JJ Maybank.

“I’ll let you get that,” Rafe says, striding out of the room.

Hesitantly, you swipe the screen, putting the phone to your ear.

“JJ?”

“Oh, thank god,” JJ breathes a sigh of relief on the other end. “Are you okay? I’ve been trying to reach you since last night, but nothing was going through.”

A funny feeling in your stomach makes itself known at the thought of JJ being worried about you.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay. I guess the phone lines were down,” you answer, reassuring him. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. That storm was a bitch. Listen, are you busy today?”

“Uh, no, why?” You reply, wondering where he was going with this.

“Can we meet up? I— I’ve missed you, and since we were interrupted last night, I thought that—,” JJ rambles.

“JJ,” you interrupt him.

“Yeah?”

“Of course, we can. What time?”

“Noon? Send me the address, and I’ll pick you up.”

“Sounds good,” you confirm. “And, JJ?” He hums in question. “I’ve missed you, too.”

A pause. “I’ll see you soon, (Y/N),” JJ says, hanging up the phone.

After eating your breakfast, you take a quick shower, getting ready to meet JJ.

With an hour to spare, you decide to try and talk to Rafe. You’re still not exactly sure what happened last night, but you were determined to find out.

When you enter his room, you find him shirtless with a towel wrapped around his waist. Clearly, he had just stepped out of the shower.

“Shit!” You exclaim, quickly turning around and covering your eyes. “I’m so sorry! The door was open, and I thought—,” you stop when you hear a chuckle behind you.

“It’s fine, (Y/N),” Rafe says. You hear the sound of clothes ruffling behind you, and then he says, “You can open your eyes now.”

Slowly, you do. He’s smirking when you look at him. You cross your arms over your chest. “You think this is funny,” you accuse.

Rafe laughs at that. “A little bit,” he admits. “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

You feel a blush creep onto your cheeks at his compliment. “Anyway,” you say, trying to change the subject. You’re about to ask if you could talk, but you notice that he’s dressed in a polo shirt and shorts, looking like he’s going somewhere. “Are you going somewhere?”

“Yeah, Top and Kelce wanted to catch up. That okay?”

“Yeah, I’m actually meeting up with JJ in a few.”

Rafe’s smile drops. “Oh,” he says quietly.

“Rafe—,” you begin, although you’re not sure what you want to say.

“It’s okay,” he says, cutting you off. “I meant what I said last night. I’ll be here when you decide what, or who, you want.” You’re stopped from responding when you’re phone pings with a text.

JJ: Outside

“You should go. Don’t wanna keep him waiting,” Rafe says, his voice laced with what could only be described as hurt.

You open your mouth to reply, but he’s already turning away from you, picking up his phone. Sighing, you decide to leave it alone for now. Going back to your room, you grab your purse and leave the hotel room.

You spot JJ quickly once you get outside. He’s sitting atop his motorcycle, scrolling on his phone.

“You still have that thing?” You say in lieu of a greeting. He looks up at the sound of your voice, a smile appearing on his face.

“Of course, I do. Why wouldn’t I?”

You shrug. “Thought maybe you’d be done with it the last time you almost died.”

He laughs like you just said something crazy. You suppose that, to him, you had.

“Ready to go?” He asks, leaning forward on the bike and grabbing the handles.

You nod and move to straddle the bike, wrapping your arms tightly around him when you’re settled.

“Good?” He asks, looking over his shoulder at you.

“Yeah, I’m good. Where are we going?”

“You’ll see,” he says, starting up the motorcycle. You hold on tight as he peels out of the parking lot.

It’s a short ride to your destination, and you recognize it immediately. The chateau. The place where you and your friends spent many late nights and early mornings. The place where you all made the promise that you couldn’t keep. A wave of sadness washes over you. Your mind wonders to what could have been if you had never left, but you brush it away.

‘No use dwelling on the past,’ you think.

JJ pulls to a stop in front of the house and hops off the bike, extending a hand for you to take.

“What are we doing here?” You ask, utterly confused.

“Well, I’m a sucker for symbolism, and what’s more symbolic than the gang’s old hideout?” JJ explains.

“Come on,” he urges.

Everything looks exactly like it did eight years ago. It was like a moment stuck in time. JJ leads you to the place where you and the other pogues had memorialized your friendship. “P4L” was still engraved in the tree, as clear as the day it was written. You stop at the tree, willing yourself not to cry at the sight.

“Pogues for life,” you read aloud, tracing the letters with your finger.

“What happened?” JJ asks solemnly. You know what he means. He means, ‘Why did you break your promise?’

“We were kids, J,” you turn away from the tree to look at him instead. “We were all kids. And kids make promises they can’t keep.”

“I’m sorry,” JJ says. You give him a puzzled look, and he continues, “I’m sorry I made you feel so alone. I’m sorry I made you feel like you couldn’t talk to me.”

“It’s not your fault. As if I was going to tell my best friend that I was in love with him,” you say, chuckling at the absurdity of the idea. JJ doesn’t find it funny.

“I wish you would have. Maybe then I could have told you that I was in love with you too.”

Your eyes almost popped out of your head at his words. “What?”

“You weren’t the only one in love with their best friend but too scared to say it,” he says, confirming that you heard him correctly the first time.

“But— but what about Kie?”

“I loved Kie, but I wasn’t in love with her. It just took me too long to realize it.”

You didn’t notice until now that you had stepped closer to JJ. So close that you were breathing the same air.

His hand comes up to cup your face as he whispers, “God, I missed you.”

“J—,” you start but don’t get to finish as his lips descend on yours. For the second time in 24 hours, you were kissing someone you never thought you’d kiss, and you were enjoying it. What feels like hours but must have been seconds pass before either of you pulls away.

You close your eyes and turn away from JJ. Your mind is going a mile a minute as you try to regain your breath.

“What’s wrong?” You hear him ask from behind you. Before you can even answer, he speaks again. “It’s Rafe, isn’t it?”

Your eyes snap open and you start to panic. ‘How does he know? Is it that obvious?’

“Talk to me, (Y/N/N),” he begs, trying to turn you to face him.

“We kissed. Rafe and I,” you blurt out, whirling around to face him. He recoils as if he had been slapped.

“When?”

“Last night.”

“Fuck,” JJ says, running a hand over his face. You didn’t know what to say. You still loved JJ, you were sure of that. But it was Rafe that was there for you when JJ wasn’t. It was Rafe that’s been there for you when you didn’t have anyone else, and you couldn’t deny that you’ve thought about Rafe that way before you kissed him.

“Do you love him?” JJ asks.

“I don’t know,” you answer honestly.

“Do you love me?”

You reply immediately, “Yes.”

“But you think you love Rafe too,” JJ says, and you admire his ability to always know what you’re thinking. You nod.

You can tell that JJ is planning something without him having to say it.

“When do you go back to Florida?”

“Whenever we can get back to the mainland. Last night’s storm delayed everything for at least a week,” you explain.

JJ nods, an idea solidifying in his mind. “Give me a week,” he says suddenly.

“What?”

“Give me a week to prove to you that I’m serious about this. About us. If you don’t believe me by the end of the week, I’ll let you go.”

You think for a moment about how many ways this could go wrong. This could only end with someone getting their heart broken. Whether it was you, JJ, or Rafe was to be determined. Regardless, you find yourself agreeing.

“Okay, you get one week.”

JJ is ecstatic. His face lights up like a kid in a candy store, but you’re not done.

“On one condition.”

His face drops. “What?” He asks, voice filled with trepidation.

“So does Rafe.”

And that was how you had two boys—two boys who hated each other—competing for your love. How could this go wrong?

[munsonslilbunnie]

missin' out (ii) – the first date | eddie munson x reader |

mini-series: pt. i | pt. ii (you're here) summary: eddie munson asked you out during your run-in at the family video store and you are, quite literally, freaking out.

pairing: eddie munson x plus-size!fem!reader

word count: 5.6k

warnings/cw/tw: mentions of body-image issues and insecurities (slight). complete fluff fluff fluff tbh. y/n and eddie are lovable idiots. y/n is shorter than most. y/n and robin are literally besties. robin being the best girl friend. <3 also eddie just being a dork and a gentleman <3

a/n: aaaand here you go! part two to my "missin' out" series! i'm currently thinking about doing one last part for this series, which will probably include smut. might take a little longer to get out but be on the lookout for that! love you, bbs! <3 again, no beta so all mistakes are mine!

bunnie's taglist: ✧ @angelbbygrl ✧ @yourfavoritefangirl ✧ @kissmyquill ✧ @hellv1ra ✧ @mythogayic ✧ (some of you asked to be tagged, but i also tagged those who seemed interested for the next part! if you would like to not be tagged again, pls tell me <3)

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oh, tonight will definitely be interesting. 

friday night, eight twenty-seven pm

you were pacing back and forth in your bedroom, a certain dirty blonde-haired girl looking on at you in amusement as she leaned back on her hands from her position on your bed, eyes flickering back and forth in pace to your mindless walking. “ya know, you’re gonna make yourself sick if you don’t stop that pacing, (y/n).” robin piped up softly, an amused tone in her voice – mixed with just a hint of seriousness in her statement. 

your pacing finally faltered slightly before coming to a full stop in the middle of your room, wide eyes staring at robin. “ro, what did i get myself into?” you asked her, as if she knew the answer to every decision you had ever made in your lifetime. 

robin arched a brow at you, adjusting her position as she sat forward and leaned her elbows on her knees, “i mean, it sounds like you got yourself a hot date with the eddie munson from school. he’s not that bad of a dude, actually! never really talked, but he’s always nice to us band geeks! he even helped vickie out one day when she forgot her lunch money, dude gave her the exact change and everything. i mean, i doubt you think he’s a freak, right? no, i don’t think so – you’re not the type of person to think that way, i know you better by now. so what’s the problem? is this about steve? because i swear, (y/n), he’s a dingus and you can do better anyways! only dingues like him could ever give up on someone like you!” robin continued to babble on, using her hands to create dramatic effects. 

you winced slightly at the mention of steve but you were quick to shake your head at robin’s rambling, making your way over to your bed and plopping yourself next to her, before falling back against your bed, eyes staring up at the ceiling of your room. “no, this isn’t about steve, ro,” you groaned softly, letting your eyes flutter shut as you tried to gather your thoughts about the situation. “it’s just… eddie said something to me that, like, stuck out to me? i guess it just really surprised me and i’m not really sure how to feel about it?”

robin fell back against your bed as well, her head turned towards you, letting you know you had her undivided attention, even though you knew it could be difficult for her sometimes, “alright, spill. i know munson asked you out on a date, but you didn’t give me all the deets like you told me you would. what did he say that has you all… frazzled?” she snickered softly at her choice of words but grew serious once again when she heard you let out a heavy sigh. 

“alright, alright, i’ll spill… but first, i have to confess something,” you huffed softly under your breath, before turning your head to look back at her, your lips forming into a slight pout when she reached over to boop your nose with the tip of her finger. 

“i’m all ears, (l/n).”

“okay, well… back in middle school, i remember vividly that hawkins middle had this talent show, yeah? i didn’t participate in it – it just didn’t catch my attention, but i attended for the hell of it. well, eddie munson was a part of that talent show. he, like, did a number with his band and i was, as embarrassing as it is to say it out loud, mesmerized by him and i may or may have not garnered a little crush on him all throughout middle school after that…” you trailed off softly, glancing away from her unwavering gaze. 

“so… you mean to tell me you’ve had a crush on eddie munson THIS WHOLE TIME–?” robin shot up from her position, looking down at you with a gaping mouth, unsure of how to process this new information.

“shhh! robin, you’re so loud!” you whined as you scrambled to get up, kneeling on your bed as you pressed your hands over her mouth, effectively shutting her up for a moment, “but, what i’m about to tell you might be even more shocking..”

“mmpf, mmpf!” robin tried to speak, but it was muffled behind your hands. 

“i’ll let go when i’m done, okay?” 

robin’s brows furrowed slightly, but with a roll of her eyes, she nodded her head and sarcastically motioned her hand for you to continue on with your story. 

you stuck your tongue out at her, before pausing to take a deep breath, getting ready to reveal the big secret that seems to be eating at you, “so like… eddie said something that keeps bugging me. i can’t really tell if its a good or bad thing, though. i know he’s a decent guy. a good one, if anything. i never believed any of that “freak” or “satanist” shit, the guy may look scary and sometimes his actions at school may not always help him, but honestly? i doubt he’d even hurt a fly. i’ve seen him, i’ve seen the way he acts with his club. i can see the protectiveness he has for them – he’s always their number one defender when jason or one of the other jocks try to reel them in for a fight. i know he’s different, but the thing is, i don’t truly know him. i never had much interaction with him, i didn’t think he even knew my name! sure, i had a crush on him during middle school, but that’s all. it was just a crush. i didn’t think he noticed me. i never talked to him and he never talked to me. and all of the sudden, he’s telling me he’s had a big crush on me since middle school? that i’m apparently the prettiest girl he has ever seen? he says he’s been trying to get my attention for years, ro. years!” you laughed out softly in disbelief, shaking your head at the thought of it, “says i never gave him the time of day? that confused the heck outta me. since when has he ever tried to get my attention? since when has he ever tried to talk to me? since when – “ a loud squeak of surprise escaped your lips when you felt a wet sensation on the back of your hand, pulling it away quickly to wipe it against your shirt, “yuck, robin!” you whined, glaring at her as she stared back at you with her tongue sticking out. 

“are you done, (y/n)?” she asked with a cheeky tone, giving you a smirk as you flipped her off. 

you huffed and crossed your arms over your chest, looking all sulky at the interruption. 

“while i just love to hear you go on a tangent about a guy, and just love to see you ramble on like that, ya know you get all flustered and your cheeks get all red, it’s cute really – but like, stop to think for a second, yeah?” robin reached over to gently pat your head, before looking at you with a serious look on her face, “you’re not exactly the type of notice your surroundings. i don’t always get social cues and shit, but like – sometimes, you’re even worse than i am! you walk down the halls with your head down, close to the lockers to like – i don't know, make yourself invisible? you try not to be the center of attention, i know how much you hate it, but you’re so deep into your head, that you don’t see the fact that others notice you, (y/n). and that includes munson.” robin tilted her head, watching the way you tried to avoid eye contact. “you know what i noticed about munson?” at the shake of your head, she continued on. “i noticed the way he looks at you, ya know. i notice the way he searches for you in the lunchroom. i notice the way he gets all outrageous and loud in hopes that you look his way, and if you do and you laugh, god, he looks so proud and smug, it’s almost nauseating, really. and i definitely noticed the way he was staring at you this afternoon. why do you think i sent you to the horror section? he was right there! ogling at you! of course, i knew all about his little staring problem, but without a little push in the right direction, i doubt he would have made a move. and no,” she emphasized at the end, watching as you were about to start protesting, “he probably wouldn’t have made a move on you if you hadn’t gone over to that section. first, because i’ve seen some of the many times where he would start heading towards your table to talk to you and walk away at the last minute because he chickened out. second, boys can be a little dumb – scratch that, they are very dumb, and sometimes need help when it comes to getting the girl they want. tell munson he can thank me later for that, by the way.” 

robin was met with silence, your eyes just staring at her, lips opening and closing as you tried to come up with a proper response to her entire little speech.

“cat caught your tongue, hm?” robin cackled loudly, shaking her head at your antics. you’re lucky you were her best friend. she understood you had your own insecurities, and people can be mean as hell in school and in the real world due to your weight, but you are an amazing person and honestly, anyone would be lucky to be with you. “listen… you never know if you don’t try it out, yeah? if being with eddie “the freak” munson is something that will end up bringing you happiness, then why not go for it? it never hurts to try. remember, you’re not tying yourself down to anyone yet. you’re going on a date – the first date. if you don’t feel anything for the dude after that, then that’s okay. but if you do, then go for it. put yourself out there, (y/n). i know things didn’t work out with steve, and while i do love that idiot, steve and eddie are completely different. eddie isn’t like steve, i’ll tell you that. give it a shot, that’s all i’m suggesting.” 

a few beats of silence passed before you swung yourself into robin’s arms, a couple of pitiful sniffles leaving you every once in a while as you snuggled up against her. “god, you talk so much, but thank you, ro… you always know what to say to make me think straight again,” you giggled at the snort that she released at the phrasing of your words, “not like that!” you pulled away from her arms and looked at her sheepishly, your eyes bright from the unshed tears in them. you cleared your throat before giving her your best ‘puppy dog eyes’, “now… can you help me pick out an outfit for my date with eddie tomorrow? i wanna look… hot.”

“you always look hot, (y/n)! ohh, remember that white skirt you have? i saw the way munson looked like he was about to cream his pants when you came to school wearing it that one day – “

“ro!” 

“what?! you said you want to look hot! that white skirt makes you look absolutely smokin’!” 

“why are we best friends again?”

“because i’m like totally awesome and you love me? right? … (y/n)? right?!”

saturday afternoon, five forty-three pm

much to robin’s satisfaction, you did end up wearing that white skirt that she mentioned the night before. you paired it with a black, spaghetti strapped top that was safely tucked under the band of the white skirt, throwing an old, yet comfy cardigan over it, and topped it off with a pair of mary janes that you haven’t worn in a while. usually, you didn’t dress up like this for school, since the chairs at school can be very unforgiving and you had enough embarrassment when your thighs would get stuck to the plastic chairs. but this was a date, after all. you weren’t… necessarily showing off a lot of skin, but you felt cute in this outfit. and confident. 

though, even with the surge of confidence that coursed through your body at how cute you felt, you couldn’t stop the waves of nervousness as you paced in the middle of your living room, wringing your hands together. 

would he come? it’s not time yet, but would he forget? maybe he had something better to do? what if this was all a prank? that didn’t seem like something he’d do, but… you couldn’t stop the way your mind would push negative thoughts into your head. 

a sigh ripped its way out from your lips as you plopped yourself unceremoniously onto your couch. your parents were visiting friends this weekend, therefore you had the house all to yourself. so if you run up to your room crying after eddie munson ultimately stands you up, you wouldn’t have to answer any of their concerned questions. you would be left to wallow in your own misery. 

however, not even a few minutes into your pity party, there was a soft, almost timid knock on your door. you blinked, pulling yourself out of your thoughts as you glanced up at the clock near the top of the mantle. it’s not even six yet, but maybe – hopefully – eddie was early? with a shaky sigh, you pushed yourself up from the couch and made your way to the door, not bothering to ask who it was, assuming by now that it was your date. you swung the door open, lips parted as if to say a greeting, before it died from your lips. your eyes widened at the sight –

“steve…?”

there he was. steve ‘the hair’ harrington in all of his glory. he was rocking back and forth on the heels of his shoes, a bouquet of flowers clenched in his hand as he looked at you, a patch of red on his cheeks. 

“(y/n). uh – hey.” steve cleared his throat awkwardly, his unoccupied hand taking its time to run itself through his head full of hair – something you knew he did as a nervous habit. 

your heart was doing flips against your chest – but not in the happy, giddy way it used to. it was thumping and flipping around as dread filled your being, glancing around behind him in hopes that eddie wouldn’t suddenly appear behind him – you didn’t want him to misunderstand what was happening. actually… what was happening?

“steve, i, uh – … what are you doing here?” you tried to stay calm, but the more you stared at the man, the weaker your voice grew. it’s been three weeks since you last saw or heard from him. why was he showing up on your doorstep with a bouquet of flowers? you were so confused – it didn’t make sense. 

“listen, (y/n). i know – i know how this might look. but i just wanted to apologize for how things ended, yeah? i know i looked like a douche for what i did,” steve laughed in a deprecating manner, shaking his head as if chastising himself for his behavior, “i regret it, baby. i do, i swear. i was so caught up in myself, i didn’t realize the good that i had in front of me. i fucking suck, you can say it, but i swear it’s you – it’s always been you. i want to try again, please, love. i’ll do whatever it takes – just, one more chance, yeah?” steve looked at you with this hopeful glint in his eyes, thrusting the bouquet of flowers into your hands, while you just stared at him like a fish out of water, eyes wide and lips moving, yet no actual sound coming out. 

this… was definitely not what you expected on a saturday afternoon. but the more you stared at steve, the more things started to seem more… clearer. you wanted someone who was sure about you. who knew what they wanted. who knew that they wanted a relationship with you. you didn’t want to be a secret for anyone – you didn’t want to be someone’s second choice. you were so much more than that. if steve felt the need to part to explore his options elsewhere, which is definitely what he did base on robin’s reluctance to share what he was up to, then he isn’t the one for you. maybe he never was. 

you lowered your hands, holding onto the bouquet loosely as you looked down at your shoes. 

“steve, look… – “

“am i interrupting something here?” eddie’s voice filled your ears, making you look up in haste, eyes clashing together. his – hard, hurt, confused. yours – sad, defensive, questioning. 

you could see his adam’s apple bob slightly as he took in the sight of you and steve together, his hands clenched into fists by his side. you knew how this could look like to someone else’s eyes – it almost looked like steve was the one picking you up for a date. 

“munson?” steve’s startled voice brought you back down to earth, the two men standing in front of each other in a defensive stance. steve crossed his arms against his chest, glancing between the two of you suspiciously before asking, “what are you doing here?” 

eddie started to open his mouth but didn’t get a chance to speak by the way you slammed your front door shut, going to stand in the middle of the two. “not that it’s any of your business, steve, but eddie and i are going on a date.” you spoke quietly, slowly – as if trying to choose your words wisely, willing yourself not to tear up as you stared into steve’s hurt eyes. you took a deep breath and placed the bouquet of flowers back into his hands, never once breaking eye contact as you continued to speak, “i’m not going to be anyone’s second choice, steve. you lost your chance that night when you called me. you didn’t even have the nerve to tell me to my face. i… think i deserve better than that, right?” you gave him a sad smile and stepped back slightly so you could clutch onto eddie’s arm, who took this as a cue to lay a comforting hand over your own, noticing the way it trembled. “i’ll see you ‘round, 'kay?” with that, you guided eddie down your porch, before he directed you towards his van, which was parked just little ways down from your home. you didn’t bother looking back at steve. that was a chapter that was officially closed now. all you can do is look forward to the future. 

eddie stopped in front of the passenger door and opened it up for you, to which you shot him a grateful smile as you got in and buckled up as he made his way to the driver’s side, getting in as quick as possible. the silence between you two was thick for a few moments as he drove away from your place, his eyes focusing on the road, seemingly too lost in thought to attempt conversation.

your teeth gnawed at your bottom lip as you stared at the side of his face, wanting him to look at you – say something, say anything. you just needed to make sure he wasn’t mad. not at you. 

“that wasn’t what it looked like, by the way.” you winced at the way it sounded, but it was the truth, at least. 

finally, eddie’s deep, dark eyes glanced over at you, lingering on your face a little too long before they reverted back to the road. “oh, yeah? what was that then? ‘cause it looked like the girl i’ve been dying to ask out was in some kind of lover’s quarrel with steve fucking harrington.” he sounded bitter when he mumbled steve’s name – it made you flinch. not because of his name, but because of how hurt eddie sounded. 

“eddie,” you sighed out his name, said man trying to ignore how his heart fluttered at the way you said his name, “i swear it wasn’t like that. steve and i… look. i won’t lie to you. we had a ‘thing’ going for a bit. it hasn’t been long since he ended that – over a phone call, nonetheless, but i swear i didn’t know he was just going to randomly show up on my doorstep like that!” you didn’t know why you were so adamant on letting eddie know nothing was going on between you and steve. it just didn’t feel right. you didn’t want eddie to feel like there was. “this is the first time i have even seen him in over three weeks. what we had before is over and it’s behind me, eddie.” you mumbled softly, the roar of his van almost drowning your words out. but you knew he heard you. 

his jaw ticked slightly as he made his way into a parking spot in front of the theater, cutting his van off. he twisted in his seat to look at you, reaching over to gently take your hand into his and gave it a single squeeze. you weren’t sure what it was about this man, but the fact that you felt comforted and safe with him touching you already was something that you weren’t expecting. 

you gazed up at him from your spot, a little frown playing on your lips as he began to speak, his thumb gently rubbing against your knuckles. “shit, ‘m sorry, (y/n). i know i shouldn’ be actin’ this way. the date has barely begun and ‘m already actin’ like an asshole,” eddie tsked softly, shaking his head at himself, even as you were starting to protest quietly. “i am, sweetheart, ‘nd ‘m sorry. i have no claim over you, i know that. i guess i got a little jealous, watching as he gave you those flowers, using that harrington charm on you.” eddie stared into your eyes, his thumb not once stopping from its gentle rubbing against your knuckles. your heart thumped against your chest the longer you stared into his eyes, your mouth growing dry as you tried to make sense of your racing thoughts. “say the word, princess, ‘nd we don’t have to do this date anymore. i would still love to, but if you aren’t up for it anymore, tell me ‘nd i’ll take you back home, swear.” he gave you a boyish smile, although you could still see the reluctance, the nervousness, as he waited for your answer. 

you gulped, tongue peeking out to run itself over your lips, watching as his eyes traced the movement, lingering on your closed lips before glancing back into your eyes. 

“alright, munson, let’s go see what movie we should watch.”

“thought you’d never ask, doll.”

saturday night, eight thirty pm

soft laughter filled eddie’s van as you two climbed back inside after the movie you ultimately decided to watch. it was some movie called “silver bullet” – it didn’t end up being your favorite, but eddie seemed to enjoy it, at least, so you endured it for him. plus, the commentary he provided was a definite highlight of your date so far. he was so funny, so charming – especially when he would mimic an actor’s voice and say the most ridiculous things ever – you might have almost gotten yourselves thrown out of the theater on more than one occasion, but it was worth it. 

it was a little awkward in the beginning, both of you not really knowing how to act – eddie, since he’s never gone on a date before and after his behavior in the van? yeah, he didn’t want to screw things up any more than he already did. and you, since you haven’t been out on a date since steve and the dynamic was different, but you couldn’t deny the way eddie made you feel comfortable in your own skin. after buying your snacks and settling in your seats a bit before the movie started, the conversation started to flow, and before you knew it, you two were giggling little shits, with eddie’s arm slung over your shoulders, holding you during the scary parts and whispering in your ear as he tried to make you laugh to distract you from it. 

“you’re a menace, eddie munson! you and your little shenanigans almost got us thrown out of the theater!” you couldn’t stop the teasing tone in your voice as you playfully swatted his shoulder, giving him a grin to make it known you were just joking around.

“uh!” he gasped, placing a hand over his heart in a dramatic fashion – so cute, you thought – “you hurt me, (y/n)! shenanigans? might i remind you who it was that couldn’t seem to stop giggling throughout the entire movie?” eddie teased you right back, a hearty grin spread across his handsome face as he played along with your teasing. 

you playfully rolled your eyes at the man, waving him off as you spoke, “i have no idea what you’re talking about, munson!” you stuck your tongue out at him.

eddie chuckled softly, leaning his elbow against the steering wheel for a moment as he took the time to gaze at you. you were perfect. he knew there was no such thing in a world like this, but fuck, you were perfect in his eyes. everything about you was just so amazing. you made him feel high – higher than he has ever been before and he couldn’t get enough of the sensation. he definitely didn’t want this night to end. “i think you know exactly what ‘m talkin’ about, sweetheart. no need to pretend like you don’t,” he cooed at you, reaching over to brush a stray strand of hair behind your ear, watching the way your breathing shuttered at the action. he mentally cursed himself. you were so fucking cute, how is this even possible? 

he couldn’t stop the way his eyes wandered down your figure – the outfit you were wearing made you look so innocent, yet so flawlessly smoking hot and fuck, the way your skirt would ride up with every movement, revealing more of your thick thighs – he just wanted to get a handful of it, squeeze it, tease it, see what makes you gasp and squirm. he knew you got shit for your figure but he couldn’t understand why? you were so adorably cute yet hot just the way you were – he wasn’t blind to the way others stare at you. but he didn’t want them to stare at you. he wanted you all to himself. he’d do anything for you, he already knew that. one date in and he’d riot for you. 

“hey, eddie…”

“yeah, sweetheart? what’s up?” eddie mumbled softly, looking back into your eyes to see you looking down at your lap, shyly glancing up at him after a moment of hesitation. “everything good?”

“do you want to do this again? i – i mean. like, would you like to go on a date again? sometime? if not, that’s okay! just – just thought i should ask. i really enjoyed my time with you and i wouldn’t mind doing this again with you. this is, like, the best date i’ve ever been on, and i had lots of fun with you! oh boy, i’m rambling now, aren’t i?” you forced yourself to stop talking, your eyes trained on your lap, in fear to his reaction. 

eddie was dumbfounded. were you really…?

“you’re so fucking cute, i literally can’t handle it!” eddie laughed loudly, shaking his head as he leaned over to cup both of your cheeks, leaning in close to look into your eyes, a shit-eating grin stretched across his face. “you really think i wouldn’t want to do this again, princess? i was gonna ask you out again, but since you beat me to it, then yes, sweetheart, i would love to go out on a date with you again,” he shook his head in amusement at the embarrassed whine you let out before he pecked your forehead and leaned away to stare at your red face. 

“w… well, i can’t wait!” you squeaked out, avoiding his eyes as your fingers played with the end of your skirt, not denying the way your heart was doing backflips of happiness against your chest. god, you were happy. you felt happy the entirety of your date. you never once felt like you had to be anyone else. maybe this would be a good change of pace. you glanced back up at the man, almost melting into a pile of mush at the intensity in his stare. the same feelings you had back in middle school were starting to resurface, coming back stronger the more you stared into his eyes. 

“let’s get you back home now, shall we, princess?” eddie smirked at the way you reacted to the pet name every time – he really just wanted to call you baby, but princess should work for now. he has to work his way up to that. he’d take all the time in the world until you were ready. 

a happy sigh left your lips as you leaned back against the seat of his van, watching out the window as you savored the last few moments you had with eddie. it didn’t take long for him to get to your house – whether that be because he speeds or because you were so lost in thought, you’ll never know. he parked in front of your house this time, barely putting it into park before he was flying out of his seat, going over to your side to open your door for you. your heart fluttered at the simple gesture and beamed up at him as you took a hold of his awaiting hand, squeezing it gently as you got out. 

eddie continued to hold your hand gently against his, as if savoring the feeling. you both stopped outside your door, facing each other. you held your breath as you looked up into his eyes, getting lost inside the dark pools. before you knew it, words were tumbling out of your lips, “eddie, can i have a kiss, please?” you hated how breathless, how whiney you sounded by the end of your question - but, wait. did you really just ask that?

your cheeks flushed heavily once your question finally processed in your mind. “oh god, ignore what i just asked, eddie – “ you shook your head, turning away to open your door, in a hurry to get inside before you embarrass yourself even more. 

“sweetheart, you should really give a guy a chance to answer,” eddie’s chuckle came from behind you, a strong grip encircling around your wrist. he tugged you back gently, making you face him. an involuntary whimper left you as you were forced to look into his eyes again, a flash of – something – crossing his face at the sound, before he leaned down, his breath fanning against your lips, “you just have to ask, princess. your wish is my command.” his lips twitched up into a small smile before he ended the distance between your lips, gently pressing his lips against yours.

a happy noise came from you the moment your lips touched, your body relaxing in his arms, savoring the way the kiss felt, the way he tasted. there was a hint of something… buttery? probably from the butter of the popcorn. but also something smokey? he does smoke weed, so maybe that was it. either way, it just felt right. you sighed happily against his lips, your hands coming up to cup his cheeks gently as you pressed your lips more firmly, moving in sync with the way eddie moved his. perfect kiss to end the night. 

before long, eddie pulled away, panting softly as he pressed his forehead against yours, loving the way you were looking up at him. if he let this go on any further, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop. despite whatever people may say or think about him, he was a gentleman through and through. he wanted to do things right with you. 

“alright, sweetheart. i hate to do this, but i think this is where the guy goes home, right?” he gave a small chuckle at how ridiculous he sounded. he leaned over to press a quick kiss on your forehead before pulling away, hands grazing your waist for a quick second. “i’ll see you on monday? or i can, uh, give you a call later tonight, if you’re down with that?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. 

you were quick to nod your head, still feeling like on cloud nine at the kiss you shared. “yeah! that sounds good, eddie. you still have my number, right?” at his nod, you flashed him a sweet smile, and before you chickened out, you stood on the tips of your toes to plant another kiss on his lips, feeling your own tingle once you pulled away. “goodnight, eddie!” you all but squeaked out, quickly making your way inside your home and shut the door behind you, leaning against it as your fingers touched your tingling lips. 

you heard a muffled yell of excitement from outside your door and giggled loudly, covering your face as you tried to calm down your racing heart. 

god, you couldn’t wait to see where this goes. for once, you were really, really excited for the future ahead of you. a future with eddie in it, hopefully. 

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[kissland69]

the quite beauty p.2

robin buckley x f!reader

*this might be a little long, hope that’s okay :/ and if there’s any typos..ignore them🫥*

“STEVE! SHE LITERALLY TALKED TO ME! you gotta understand how much this means to me, like the prettiest girl who ignores everyone else literally spoke AND helped me..this is like the greatest accomplishment” robin said dramatically “like seriously steve, she seemed interested in the conversation we had even when it wasn’t about the stupid essay.” robin continued with a dreamy sigh “well that’s great to hear, now when are you going to tell her you like her?” asked steve “woah woah woah buddy, we aren’t even friends yet! i can’t just tell her “hey i’ve liked you since the moment i seen you sitting beautifully at your desk in social studies” she’ll think i’m a weirdo because 1) i definitely was being a little creepy by staring at her the whole period and 2) she isn’t into girls..” robin said, the mood slightly changing “okay okay, first of all you don’t even know if she’s into girls or not and secondly why don’t you try inviting her to movie night? she can pick out the movie and everything, that’ll make you guys closer” steve said while spraying his farrah fawcett hairspray “how many times do i have to tell you, it isn’t easy to find love in this town, you’re a straight male and you still struggle with love and i’m a lesbian girl who isn’t as easily accepted for her sexuality and she isn’t gonna want to watch a cheap movie with us…” robin said while putting on her flimsy vest that had her name tag on it “listen i’m gonna cut this short because if we don’t hurry up and get to work we’ll get fired, just. test. the. waters. she literally talked to you out of the whole school! she obviously has some type of interest in you” said steve while grabbing his car keys from his kitchen table with robin following him closely “she probably only talked to me because i needed help but i’ll just try talking to her more and see if i annoy her” robin said, tossing her lanky figure into the passenger seat of steve’s car “whatever helps you get a girlfriend buckley” steve said while starting the car on and heading to work.

~y/n’s pov~

“there’s no way robin buckley talked to me today…SHES SO DAMN PRETTY UP CLOSE! literally so pretty, the freckles, her lips, her smile, damn i am so corny but she’s just so pretty” y/n said to herself with a wide smile “she told me where she works, i should stop by and get a movie…and maybe see her again, hopefully she works today” y/n thought to herself while throwing on a more presentable outfit. y/n got dressed and fixed up her makeup and started heading to family video. y/n entered the store and made her way to the horror section “hello, welcome to family video! my names steve if you need any help with finding a film i’ll be at your service” said a males voice “damn, robin isn’t working today i see..” y/n thought “i was wondering if you have “the shining” or “friday the 13th”? if not then that’s fine” said y/n, her eyes still looking at different horror movies to select “the shining is only available at this moment” said steve “okay that’s fine, i’ll take that” said y/n walking towards the counter “HEY STEVE! WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR LUNC-“ yelled a raspy familiar voice from the back room“Y/N! i didn’t know you would be coming today” robin said with an airy laugh “i didn’t know you worked today!” said y/n with a smile “well i’m glad i am working today because if i didn’t then i wouldn’t be able to see you, but like not in a weird way but like it’s nice seeing you and talking to you” robin rambled with a lose grin “well the feelings mutual, you’re the only person i actually like talking to” y/n said with the same expression “w-well that’s great to know!” the freckled girl said with a soft tint on her cheeks “well it’s nice to finally put a face to the name i’ve been hearing recently” steve said from the left said of the counter, checking out the movie y/n rented “what’s that supposed to mean” said y/n in a curious tone “w-well you know this towns small and all, people talk and stuff gets around quickly, you’re considered “the quite beauty” really suits you!” robin said with a face that was as red as a rose “oh..i didn’t know that…” replied y/n “ i have a question if you don’t mind me asking…why dont you talk to anyone at school? asked robin shyly “because i didn’t even want to move here in the first place and everyone in school all care about popularity and materialistic shit, and i’m pretty sure the couples in that school hate each other” said y/n while leaning against the counter “everything you said is 100% true” said robin “but when you talked to me it seemed genuine, it felt nice getting to enjoy talking to someone” y/n said making the tall girl in front of her go silent and stiff “well if you want to hang with me and robin we have movie nights, you’re invited if you want” steve said to y/n with a slight smile “well that sounds like fun, when is the next movie night?” asked y/n “we have them every saturday night” replied steve “oh okay, then i’ll definitely join you guys, watching a movie by yourself isn’t as fun” said y/n with a smile “well it’s getting late, i’ll see you guys saturday, OH! and robin if you need any help with other things let me know!” y/n said with a sweet smile, softly turning on her heel and walking out the door… “well she is as pretty as you said” said steve with his arms crossed “ay! find your own pretty girl harrington” robin said while softly pushing steve.

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saturday night comes along and robin had a stomach filled with butterflies, the nervousness felt like it got worse due to the fact that she was wearing an outfit that her and steve picked out so she can impress y/n, normally robin threw on the laziest outfit she had in her closet but she couldn’t do that tonight “steve you got everything right?! the chips, the candy?” questioned a jittery robin “yes rob i got everything, relax and sit down” steve said with a sigh “i just don’t want any fuck up’s, i’ll literally rot-“ robin said “rot away in your room and never come back to society, i know i know and trust me there isn’t going to be any fuck up’s” steve reassured the stressed out girl “i’m taking your word for it harrington” said robin while throwing herself on his couch. minutes passed by with robin anxiously bitting her painted nails, suddenly the bell rang and robin immediately shot up and walked to the door to open it “HEY! hey, i was starting to think you wasn’t going to come” robin said with a choked up laugh “now why would i bail on the prettiest girl and her friend?” y/n said while stepping into the living room “SHE CALLED ME PRETTY!! I’M LITERALLY SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW” robin thought with a tight lipped smile “w-well normally it’s just me and steve so i didn’t really think you’ll come, you know” robin said while messing with the new rings on her fingers “well now it’s me, you and steve… is that a new outfit?” asked y/n “yeah! you noticed, is it too much? i didn’t want to look bad tonight” robin replied nervously “you look great all the time, since the first day i’ve seen you” y/n admitted “s-same here” robin said in a quiet voice.

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the credits of the movie played with cheesy music behind the black screen and white writing, robin lowered the volume since it was a little loud and turned to steve to see him passed out with his mouth slightly open then she turned to y/n, her lips stained red due to the candy she had ate and eyes slightly red from the bright light coming from the tv, y/n softly turned her head to meet the gaze from robin with a smile “the movie was really good, i expected it to be corny” said y/n with a airy laugh “me too! but i don’t think steve liked it much” robin replied while playfully rolling her eyes “i see that…so i think it’s time for me to head back home” y/n said while dusting off the crumbs off of her figure “yeah..if you want to do this again you’re always welcomed, it was fun having you other than steve” robin said while walking next to y/n “well that’s good to hear, i’ll definitely be coming again” said y/n. robin decided she would walk y/n back home to make sure everything is okay and just to see her as much as she can, stealing glances at y/n any time she can, they finally made it at the step of y/n house “well thank you so much for walking me home, you honestly didn’t have to” y/n said while hugging robin “j-just wanted to make sure everything is good” robin replied while melting into the hug “i’ll see you on monday, and let me know how that essay’s going okay?” said y/n “okay…hey before you go in i have to tell you something and please don’t find me weird or hate me…i don’t want to risk telling you just for you to hate me” robin said while fidgeting with her rings “i wouldn’t hate you! at all, is everything okay?” asked a concerned y/n “just test the waters, just test the waters” repeated in robin’s head “…well i kinda have a crush on you…like you’re seriously so pretty and nice and i thought you wouldn’t want to talk to me since you don’t talk to anyone else but when you did, it felt really nice and seeing you up close just confirmed my crush and i don’t know why i’m even telling you this because i feel like you’ll think i’m a weirdo or a creep..” robin rambled while pacing nervously “robin, i have a crush on you too, why would i think you’re a creep or a weirdo if i’m in the same situation?” y/n said while placing her soft hands on both of robin’s shoulders “you like me? like…LIKE like me? because if you do i’m literally gonna burst” robin said with a red hot face “well you can’t burst, we haven’t even had our first date” y/n said with rolling eyes “can..i kiss you? if not then that’s perfectly fine” robin said with a grin “well my lips are kinda cold” y/n said while leaning in to catch robin’s sweet and salty lips “wait, i think we should kiss again just to make sure!” robin said “you’re right” y/n said, kissing robin’s soft and delicate lips a second time “so we’re dating right?” asked a clueless robin “of course we are, how can i just kiss the prettiest girl and NOT have her as my girlfriend?” questioned y/n with a smirk “you’re the cutest” robin said while placing one last kiss onto y/n’s lips “see you monday?” said y/n “see you monday sweetheart” robin said in a love-sick tone while walking away with the biggest smile.

*this was long but i love it :), i want to write something with steve so let me know if you have any ideas for a steve x f!reader story!*

[oskea93]

☨ Fire Away ☨ Chapter Four (part one)

▾ Caius Volturi x OC ▾ ▲ Warning: Sexual content, cursing, physical altercation, homophobic remarks ▲

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I looked at the dress that had been dropped off moments ago.

The lace detail and soft pink coloring glowed in the mid-day afternoon sun. I had yet to tell him if I was going to dinner with him, but he took it upon himself to have the dress delivered (just in case). Along with the dress was a note, instructing me to be at the hotel salon in an hour. For a moment, I had forgotten all about his dinner invitation. I spent most of the day staring out at the sea, my mind lost as the waves brushed against the white sand. This was supposed to be the time where we spent getting to know one another. We were supposed to hang out and tell each other about ourselves. We were fucking married and yet I knew nothing about him. I don’t know how much he knew about me, but I’m sure it wasn’t much. I watched all these fucking couples walking hand in hand, strolling on the beach, just laughing and enjoying one another. I was a little envious if I was being honest. When I pictured myself married, I could see myself being that way with my husband. Enjoying being around him every minute – craving his touch and just spending our time getting lost in each other.

However, my world is pretty fucked up and I don’t get to participate in that fairytale. I get married to an arrogant asshole I never fucking met. Not to mention being beat by his security team and then having sex in front of a middle-aged man just so it’s public knowledge that Caius and I consummated our marriage. I mean that’s what every girl wants, right? I understand that his uncles have an agenda – I mean, Aro basically spelled it out to me at the wedding. Caius was to take over the family business and I was to stand by his side – be the doting wife and give him the heir that the Volturi family needs to continue. That’s a lot of fucking pressure for someone to be under. What happens if I wasn’t able to give them that heir? Would I be sent up to a tower and locked away until it was time to execute me? Would they bring in another girl and have her carry Caius’s child, passing it off as our own when the baby is born? Why was I the chosen one? What was so special about me that he chose me out of all the girls in the town – the world…

The pink material pooled around as I sat in front of the mirror. My newly highlighted locks perfectly styles, framing my face perfectly. I went back and forth, talking myself into and out of going to dinner with him. The bottle of wine giving me the courage to finally text him, letting him know that I would be there. A car was on its way to pick me up – bringing me to some undisclosed location. The same butterflies that were present during our wedding flew around inside, nausea and nerves making it worse. I slowly removed myself from the floor, shaking out the tool of the dress, making sure nothing was stuck in the fabric. My high heels carried me to the door, one last sigh leaving my body before I exited the room.

I walked through the lobby, keeping my eyes down as I walked to the awaiting BMW. The man instantly opened the door once he saw me, his eyes gentle as he helped me into the vehicle. I watched as the coastline whizzed past us, finally stopping once we reached a busy building. This must have been the place for couples to eat while at the resort. The driver quickly helped me out of the car, directing me on where to meet Caius. I gave him a smile and thanked him before walking towards the entrance. Those around me were dressed similar.

I ventured further into the bar area, taking a seat at the end of row. I watched as those around me talked, some choosing to dance to the music being produced by the pianist in the corner.  

“Ma’am-“The bartender caught my attention, a drink in his hand. “The gentleman at the other end wanted you to have this.” He sat the half-filled glass in front of me – Red Wine. I looked to where he pointed, my heart starting to race once I saw who it was.

He was dressed in a grey, button up shirt and stripped dress pants – a fedora placed on his balding head. His eyes connected with mine, his lips turning into a disgusting smirk. I instantly pushed the drink away, stepping away from the bar. I didn’t want to be anywhere Victor was – including this fucking restaurant.

I found the bathroom, making sure to lock the door behind me. Where the hell was Caius. He fucking told me that he would meet me here. And why the hell was Victor here? I paced around the small room, finally leaning against the sink. I took a couple deep breaths, glaring at myself in the mirror. Was this a fucking set-up? Was Victor here to kill me – get me out of the picture and make my death look like an “accident.”

I snapped out of my thoughts one a knock sounded on the door. I stood straighter, fixing my hair, giving myself one last look. I had decided that if Caius didn’t show up in the next three minutes, I was leaving and going back to the resort to pack my things. I had already looked up flights this morning while I was debating coming here, saving a ticket in my cart just in case. I could be back in the states by midnight and on my way to wherever.

The knocking accrued once more, my anger starting to rise as I ripped open the door. The girl on the other side pushed past me, her eyes filled with disgust and hate.

“You got some temper on you, little girl.” Victor’s accent piercing through me. “My beautiful wife has an even worse one.”

I looked up at the man, realizing that the girl who pushed past me was the one he was talking about. “Where’s that handsome husband of yours? Find him another girl to sneak away with?”

I stayed silent, not wanting to interact with his kind. He let out a laugh, shaking his head as he popped a cigarette between his lips. The scent flowed through the air as flashbacks of the night before re-emerged. “That boy is too handsome for his own good. Plus-“ He slowly started walking towards me. “You’re a beautiful girl yourself – I can see why Caius enjoys you so much.” I was cornered between his body and the wall. “Maybe little Caius would be interested in sha-“

“Vanessa!” Caius’s loud voice boomed, causing those around to look.

I pushed past Victor, feeling his hand reach out for my arm as I ran towards Caius. “About time you got here, Caius.” Victor smiled. Out of relief, I wrapped my arms around Caius’s body, feeling a sense of calm as his arms were tightly around my body. “Your lovely bride and I were just talking.”

“Is that right?” Caius was pissed. His body was rigid, his heart beating fast. “Maybe you should stick to talking with your own wife, Victor.” I turned to look at the man, my side flush against Caius’s.

I watched as his wife walked out of the restroom, his hand reaching out to grab her. In typical woman fashion, I checked her out from head to toe. She was young – younger than Victor that was certain. Her dress was black, a noticeable slit at the top of her thigh. The neckline plunged as her implants showed for the world to see. More than likely bought by the bastard she was married to. Her hair was honey blonde, curled to perfection as her dark makeup made her eyes pop. She was a beautiful girl but filled with attitude and greed.

“Miranda-“Victor spoke, keeping his eyes trained on Caius. “This is Caius and his new bride, Vanessa.” His tone biting. “Caius and Vanessa Volturi.”

She just stood there, not introducing herself and anything. I sure as hell wasn’t going to greet here, not after the way she pushed me out of the way for the bathroom. Also, I didn’t like her fucking husband and from the way things were going, I wasn’t going to fucking like her either. I had no reason to waste my breath and words on someone that didn’t deserve them.

“Why don’t the two of you join us for dinner? You know Daniel and Michael would love to see you again, Caius.”

“My wife and I will be having dinner alone.” Caius voiced. “Give my best to Daniel and Michael.” Caius’s released his hold on my body, grabbing my hand. He led us past the two, walking deep in the restaurant and to our awaiting table. He gave the waiter a kind smile as he ordered us both water – asking to see the alcohol menu as well. The table was silent once the man left – his temper still hot.

“Did you know he was going to be here?”

He looked up at me, his eyes narrowing at my question. “You serious?”

“I wouldn’t be asking you if I wasn’t.”

He leaned back in his chair – his eyes becoming darker. “You think I would take you to a place when I knew that bastard would be here? You honestly think I’m that much of an asshole?”

I chose to play with the salt and pepper shakers, dodging his question and piercing gaze. “Gee, thanks.” He sighed.

The waiter soon returned with our drinks, handing Caius the wine menu. I stayed silent, trying to decipher the menu as I listen to him order a bottle of wine and a glass of Johnny Walker Red. I listened as Caius ordered his food – giving the waiter my order soon after. Once he was gone, Caius and I kept our conversation to a minimum. The quiet between us becoming a bit much after a while.

“Who are those other two guys he mentioned?”

His eyes stayed on the wine glass, “Daniel and Michael?”

I nodded my head.

“Their father is an associate of my uncles. We basically all grew up together but haven’t spoken really in a few years.”

“Why?” I indulged.

His eyes connected with mine, a deep hatred flooding his irises. “They betrayed me.”

I was taken back by his change of tone – worried that if I pushed even more, he would come undone. “What did they do?”

He played with the silverware, tracing the edging on the knife. “It’s nothing for you to worry about.”

“If they betrayed you, why did Victor act like you guys were fr-“

“Because Victor is a trouble making asshole who’s only looking out for himself and screwing everyone else over.” He cut me off. “He’s Aro’s right hand man – apparently it’s tough finding good help nowadays.”

“Mr. Volturi-“The waiter appeared, dropping a note on the table, along with a glass of red wine. “Mr. DeMarco wanted me to give you and your wife this – He’s requesting your presence.” I watched as Caius stared at the waiter before turning his eyes towards the note. His eyes scanned over the paper, his head dropping back slightly.

“Thanks.” He muttered.

The waiter nodded his head slightly, walking back towards the kitchen.

“What does it say?” My eyes scanned his frame – tension and anger consuming his body once again.

He muttered something under his breath before gulping down the Johnnie Walker, reaching for my hand, pulling me into his warm body. He kept me close as we walked through the restaurant, the sound of laughter and loud talk getting closer.

“Well, look what the cat dragged in!” A tall man smiled as Caius and I entered the curtained area. “Victor told us you were visiting this lovely island, but he didn’t say anything about the beauty you brought with you.”

The man was tall- a little taller than Caius. His features were dark – dark hair, tanned skin, perfectly white teeth. His tailored suit fit him perfectly, tight enough to draw your eyes over the fabric. My eyes drifted to the rest of the guest. A blonde girl sat to his right, her dress tight and sleek over her small frame. A man to his left looked at Caius like a junkyard dog looks at a fucking bone. Wanting to tear him apart and leave him for dead. He looked similar to the man standing up, only difference was his hair was lighter and longer.

“Well you know how finicky Victor’s brain is-“Caius spoke. “I’m surprised he still knows how to hold his dick when he pisses.”

The man let out a loud laugh, “That’s a good one, Volturi.” I glanced up at Caius, feeling his fingers digging into my side. “Well-“The guy looked at me. His eyes scanning my body. “You gonna tell us who she is?”

“That’s his wife, Vanessa.” Victor spoke. “Gorgeous, isn’t she.”

I shifted uncomfortably further into Caius as his eyes slowly moved up my body. “She sure is.” His voice low.

“Why don’t you have the bride and groom join us, Daniel.” Victor smiled. “Give them a little celebratory dinner.”

Daniel smiled as he looked between Victor and Caius, “I think that’s a fantastic idea!” He clapped. “Michael-“He looked at his brother. “Go tell that pinhead waiter of our to get us two more chairs-“He paused, turning his attention back to us. “We’re having special guest for dinner…”

I sat as close to Caius as possible as the guest around us sat relaxed and happy. I watched as they spoke animatedly, drinking and abusing the staff with shitty and ridiculous demands. Caius was slouched in his seat, smoking his fifth cigarette in the matter of 30 minutes, his left arm resting protectively on the back of my chair. He stayed silent – his facial expression never changed from the time we arrived at the table to now. He rolled his eyes in frustration at their stupid request, muttering curse words under his breath.

“Vanessa, is it?” A female’s voice caught my attention. The blonde that was seated next to Michael staring at me, a wicked smile on her face. “How did you and Caius meet?” “Their marriage was fucking arranged.” Victor spat. “He barely fucking knows her.” The table turned silent as those around us took in Victor’s information.

“They still do that shit?” Daniel looked at us confused. Caius stayed silent, blowing his smoke off to the side.

“Apparently.” Victor shrugged. “Aro and Marcus’s idea.”

“That’s bullshit.” Caius spoke, all eyes retreating on him. “It was my choice – not the choice of my uncles.”

The girl leaned forward in her chair, his breast on full display. “And what makes her so special?”

“For starters she’s not a slut.” Her face slowly fell at his answer.  “She’s smart, kind, beautiful-“His eyes connected with mine. “She’s an old soul – a perfect soul.”

The table went silent, each looking at one another, unsure at his answer. My eyes stayed trained on Caius, my heart beating out of my chest at his answer. It felt true, sincere. “You mean that?” I whispered.

A small smile formed on his pale face, “I do.”

“Gentleman!” Daniel’s voice boomed. “Why don’t we let the ladies chat and get to know each other while we have a couple rounds at the bar.” His eyes landing on Caius and I. “Come on Caius- “ He smiled. “You don’t want people thinking you’re a fruit, do ya?”

Caius rolled his eyes, turning to me, gently kissing me. His lips lingered, my need for him increasing every second. He slowly pulled away, caressing my cheek before stalking off with Daniel. I could hear the other girls speaking with one another – laughing and dancing to the music that was playing.

“Vanessa!” The blonde from before yelled. “Get your ass over here and join us.” She was drunk. I reluctantly removed myself from the chair, tiptoeing my way over to where they were gathered. A glass of wine was shoved into my hand by Miranda, Victor’s wife, a mischievous smirk spread across her face. “Let me guess-“She spoke. “You don’t drink?”

“Not when I don’t know who poured it.” My eyes boring into her.

“You must have some kind of golden pussy for Caius to choose you.” She replied. “You’re not the typical type he goes for, especially for him to marry.”

I could feel my blood starting to boil. “Excuse me?”

A couple of the other girls surrounded her, “You heard me.” She smiled. “What’s your secret, Vanessa? You put out within the first hour? Give him the best blow job he’s ever had. There has to be a better fucking reason why he chose you.”

“You jealous or something? Maybe you’re jealous that he chose me and your stuck with that fat, old piece of shit you call a husband.” The words spilling out of my mouth like lava. “He fucking told you why I was the one he picked. Sorry if you don’t believe it or you’re just pissed you’re one of the whores he was talking about.”

The glass that she was holding shattered against the floor. “You think you’re so damn perfect, don’t you bitch?” She stepped towards me, now practically face to face. “Caius Volturi may make himself out to be the alpha but he’s nothing compared to Daniel and Michael. Just a small little runt in a litter full of pit bulls. Pit bulls that are waiting to tear him apart any second.”

“Maybe you should back off Miranda.” One of the girls spoke.

“Yeah, Miranda-“ I sneered. “Maybe you should back off.”

Before she could respond, the guys reappeared – Caius and Daniel nowhere to be found. “What’s going on?” Victor asked, looking between his wife and I. I watched as Miranda slipped her arm around the man, her left hand running up his chest.

“Nothing baby - Just a little girl talk is all.” She sweetly smiled.

“That right, Vanessa?” Victor’s eyes searching my own.

I decided against answering him, choosing to roll my eyes, walking away from the dreadful couple. I was never one to back down from a fight. Hell, if the guys wouldn’t have shown up, Miranda and I would have probably been on the floor, rolling around on the broken glass.

I grabbed my bag off the table, making my way to exit. I wasn’t going to wait for Caius to find me. Who the hell knows where he even was at this point? I just wanted to get away from Miranda and her minions, especially her fucking husband. I flagged down one of the resort vehicles, telling the man where to drop me off. Rain started to fall on the roof, the windshield wipers having a hard time keeping up with the weather...

The trip took about 10 minutes, dropping me off at the front entrance. I thanked the man with a smile, my dress dragging the wet ground. I made my way to the room, throwing my bag down on the table as soon as the door closed. I took a seat on the couch, my head leaning against the back, a sigh escaping through my lips. Everything was a fucking shit show. I sat there for a few extra minute before slowly walking towards the bathroom. I stripped out of the dress, leaving the pink fabric pooled on the tile floor. The warm water washed away the stress of the night- scolding and leaving red marks on my body.

The sound of the resort door closing rang throughout the room, my heart dropping for a moment as I stood completely motionless in the glass box.

“Vanessa?” I let out a sigh of relief hearing Caius’s voice. “Ness?”

I stayed silent, standing against the tile, shampoo resting in my hair. I watched through clouded glass as his figure appeared, taking a step back once he saw me. “Oh, I’m sorry.” He muttered, his hand running through his loose hair.

“How’d you get in here?” I played with the shampoo bottle. “It’s not like you have a key.” My voice soft.

“I told the guy downstairs that I lost my key, and I couldn’t get my wife on the phone to answer the door.” His voice dropping. “I mean it’s partially true, you don’t answer your fucking phone.” The room was quiet, aside from the running water. I glanced up, watching as he started removing his coat and shirt.

“What’re you doing?” My voice a bit panicked.

The sound of his belt hitting the floor caused my heart to race, his bare back on display as he pulled down the black briefs he wore beneath. My back hit the wall as the cold air rushed in, his eyes connecting with mine as he the door closed behind him. Goosebumps covered my arms as he stood in front of me, water droplets running down his tattooed chest. “I’m taking a shower with my wife.” Our bodies practically touching as his arms trapped me against the glass. My eyes focused on his lips, hungry to feel them on my own, my whole body.

[tobiokuns]

— surprise pregnancy with haikyuu boys

summary: you hadn’t planned for this to happen. neither of you had. but it had, and now you had to tell him.

characters: kageyama tobio, miya atsumu, akaashi keiji

tags: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort, some humor, brief mention of abortion, implied body image insecurities, happy ending

— kageyama tobio

you wring your hands as you lean against the doorjamb, anxiously waiting for kageyama to come home. he’d had a long week, you know, but your first appointment with your doctor is on monday, and you think he’d like to be there if possible. at least, you’d put it off long enough.

the click of the lock unlatching and the familiar turn of the knob raises your attention. you feel like you’re going to choke under the pressure, and even seeing his face doesn’t calm you down.

if anything, you’re even more nervous, seeing the sweat on his brow.

“tobio—” you call over to him when he walks through the door, before you lose your nerve, “i’m pregnant.”

there’s a terse silence, even though kageyama just looks confused. your boyfriend blinks once, twice, and scrunches his eyebrows like he always does when he’s thinking hard, and just stares. your heart pounds in your chest.

“...but i just signed onto a new team,” he says, finally.

you make a sound of affirmation. “yeah, i know,” you sigh, smiling tightly, “but we can make it work, right?”

he kinda looks like he does when he’s setting, in deep concentration, kind of unhappy. you wait for him to say something, anything, but the silence stretches on, for so long that you think you’ll have a heart attack.

“my first doctor’s appointment is on monday,” you tell him, trying to nudge him into saying something, “do you want to come with me?”

“i can’t, i have practice,” he blurts out almost automatically, and you nod. of course he does. it’s silent for a while, and then he’s speaking again. “can’t you...” he swallows, looking away, “...not have the baby?”

don’t lose your shit, you tell yourself, don’t lose your shit. you tamp down the growing anger and nod again, making another vague humming noise.

“yeah, i could,” you agree, voice eerily quiet, “but i want the baby, tobio.”

“okay,” he nods, “...do what you want, then.” 

your heart drops. you can’t see his face, not with his bangs covering his eyes, but you stare at him for a while anyway, your own eyes stinging. you silently shuffle back into the house, leaving him standing in the doorway.

it’s awkward when he slips into bed that night. you keep your back to him, but you can almost feel his gaze on the ceiling. you don’t know when he sleeps, or if he ever does. by the time you wake up, he’s wrapped around you, leg thrown over yours, his big hand rubbing over your still flat stomach under your shirt.

he jolts awake as soon as you stir, dropping his lips against your neck and nuzzling you.

“i’m sorry about last night,” he murmurs immediately, and you’re sure he’s pouting. “y-you caught me off guard. i want it. the... the baby. with you.”

you sigh, staring at the wall opposite from you. you think of having to move again, back to japan this time. you thought that would be good for you and kageyama, but his reaction last night...

“are you sure?” you ask, covering his hand with yours, missing some of the bravado you had, “we can...”

“no,” he sounds almost childish, and you smile, wondering how he’ll be as a father, “no, i’m—i’m sure.”

his arms tighten around you. it’s not often that you get to cuddle in the morning with kageyama, not when he’s always going for jogs and volleyball practice. so you lean back, telling yourself that everything will be just fine.

— miya atsumu

“y’know, y/n...” your boyfriend says to you one day, “yer gettin’ kinda... like, fat...”

you whip your head around to stare at him, your cheeks heating with embarrassment. he cowers instinctively, waiting for you to hit him like you usually do, but your arm stops midair before you let it drop. 

you wanted to hide this a little longer, because to be honest, you were scared. scared of his reaction, scared he wouldn’t want you, scared you’d be left alone. but you sigh, knowing you couldn’t anymore, and slump against the couch.

“atsumu...” you lower your voice, and instantly he cowers more.

“i‘m sorry! i didn’t mean it like that!” he yells, hands covering his face, “don’t hit me, i’m beggin—”

“no, atsumu,” you sigh, taking his hands into yours, “listen to me.”

he sees how serious your expression is and quiets down, bowing his head and leaning closer to you. the idiot still probably thinks you’re mad because he called you fat, you think. you would’ve laughed if you didn’t feel like puking at this moment.

“i’m pregnant,” you say, taking a deep breath, “we’re gonna have a baby.”

“hah?” he retorts quickly, “we’re what? no, we’re not.”

you watch as his face changes, and then he’s off again. “no, y/n, ya can’t be pregnant. i can’t be a dad. have ya met me? samu doesn’t even have a kid yet, ‘nd that’s like, the one thing i don’t wanna beat him at and— goddammit, i shoulda used condoms—”

 “atsumu,” you almost scream, the panic bubbling up in your chest, “do you not want to do this with me?”

“but, weren’t ya on the pill or somethin’? how could this happen?” he acts as if he hadn’t heard your question,” y/n, are ya sure it’s min—”

you can’t take it anymore and burst out crying. you don’t even pay attention to the fact that he just accused you of cheating. the stress from the weeks of keeping this to yourself explodes and you sob loudly, louder than atsumu’s panicked rambling.

“shit—” he curses, seeing your tears, and quickly taking your hands into his, “y/n, ’m sorry, i—it’s just—i’m gonna be a horrible dad, ya know? i don’t know if i can do this, it’s like... i’m not very reliable ‘nd ma always said—”

“but,” you sniffle through your tears, “aren’t we doing this together?”

he nods slowly, and then moves to rest his head on your chest. he tentatively puts a hand on your stomach, rubbing his index finger over it as if it were foreign to him.

“yeah,” he agrees quietly, “we’re doing this together.”

— akaashi keiji

you knew akaashi hadn’t wanted a child, not yet at least. you knew that, and yet when he said okay the night you told him you were pregnant, you were naive enough to think that it was actually okay.

he works, all the time, very hard. it only made sense, he had told you he needed to, in order to get to where he wanted to be. but it left you many nights, belly and feet swollen, joints aching, alone on the couch, wondering what you were doing.

did you eat your vitamins? he asks softly every morning without fail. but that was it.

you went to doctor’s appointments alone, you shopped for baby clothes alone, and you stared at the empty four walls of the baby’s room alone. you were too afraid to buy furniture for it: it seemed too permanent, especially when being pregnant seemed like a repressed dream every day.

"keiji, ” you call out to him early one morning, before he can leave for work again, “...let’s not have the baby.”

he doesn’t respond and for a moment you can’t even tell if he heard you. but then he’s whipping his head around, as if he had just realized what you said, and scrambles to kneel at your side.

“what’s wrong?” he places a hand on your belly, right beside yours, like he never had, “are you feeling—”

“you’re never here!” you cry, wincing at your own screech, “i don’t want to do this alone, keiji. i can’t do this alone. the baby started kicking yesterday, you know? and you weren’t there. i didn’t even know what to do. i’m not gonna know what to do. god, we need a crib and a c-changing table, and—”

you stop when he lays his head down on your lap. 

“i’m sorry,” he mumbles faintly, his hot breath seeping through your shirt. the kitchen is silent with your sniffles. you’re so tired, from the pregnancy or everything else, but you tangle your fingers in akaashi’s hair, and it brings you just an ounce of comfort. it’s soft as always, just like it was when you had started dating.

“i’m sorry,” he says again, turning his head to the side to face you, letting your fingers drift over his cheek, “i was taking on more work, to save money for... for the baby. i hadn’t— ...i didn’t realize i was neglecting you, y/n.” 

 you look down, “y-you were what?” 

 “i took on a new author,” he tells you, “and i asked around for some freelance work. i think we’re okay financially, but you never know, so i thought it’d be good to have extra—”

“keiji,” you interrupt, voice scratchy, “were you nervous?” 

“well, yes,” he admits, leaning into your palm, “but that’s no excuse for leaving you all alone. i can drop the freelance, maybe move most of my work back home—” 

you smile, the familiar sound of akaashi overthinking things a buzz in your ears. you brush your thumb over the wrinkles between his eyebrows, tracing the lines on his face, recognizing the way his eyes tighten when he’s serious. he looks up at you. 

“do you want to come to the doctor’s with me on thursday?” you sniffle softly, smiling at him. 

“...yes,” he nods, almost like a reflex, but you can see him thinking again, his stare blanking. you reach down to intertwine your fingers with his, placing them over your belly. the focus returns to his eyes and he looks reassured, finally smiling back at you. 

“yes,” he repeats, “i’ll come with you.”

[softiem]

you used to paint his skies (pt. 2)

pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x GN!Reader

overview: The one in which Bokuto is still swearing up and down that he loves you, but the nagging feeling in your chest is too strong to ignore.

word count: ~4.3k

content warnings: mentions of cheating, swearing, MSBY!Bokuto, mildly suggestive scene at the end (no nsfw), our baby Bokuto kind of loses it at the end, don’t let the fluffy interludes deceive you again

notes: I’M SO SORRY FOR LITERALLY BEING DEAD FOR 6 MONTHS,,, Here’s the second part to “you used to paint his skies” :D (I think this is better than part one — at least I hope so). Some people asked to be tagged for this second part, so those will be below. Thank you for reading, darlings ʕ ´•̥̥̥ ᴥ•̥̥̥`ʔ <333

part one.

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“Baby?”

Faint sniffles came from Bokuto, whose head was currently nestled on your lap, the two of you strewn across the sofa. His arms were wrapped tight around your waist, as if he were afraid that holding you any looser would cause you to disappear from his arms. His voice was quiet, meek — nothing like the loud, boisterous ball of energy you’d grown to adore, to cherish.

To fall in love with.

Now, here the both of you were, a pile of cracked and fragmented pieces of the love you once shared, desperately grasping at whatever you could salvage from the mess.

You hummed a response.

“Are we gonna be okay?” Bokuto turned his head, his eyes staring up at you — wide, teary, and filled with a broken sense of hope.

In an attempt to avoid breaking down a third time, you cleared your throat. You still couldn’t look down at him, into his eyes that seemed to praise your very existence, even after the pain you caused.

“Please.” His voice cracked.

“Let’s not talk about that right now, Kou-Bokuto.”

He bit his lip roughly, enough to bite into the skin and draw a slight trace of blood. Choking on a weak sob, he nestled his head into your stomach once more. He couldn’t stop you from calling him that name anymore; he’d lost that privilege.

What could he have been asking for? For you to simply just call him your Koutarou again? For you not to leave him and stay in his arms? For you to kiss him and wipe those tears running from his pretty eyes as you tell him you’ll love him forever, no matter what?

Quite honestly, Bokuto didn’t know what he was asking of you; he didn’t know what he wanted from you.

The only thing running through his mind was the fact that he’d just ruined the best thing to ever happen to him.

You.

You, the love of his life. He knew you like the back of his hand.

He knew how, despite your small tendency to be romantically constipated, you tried your best to love him — even to the point of using stupidly cheesy pet names for each other.

– – – – –

“Please, baby!” Bokuto had your hands tightly grasped in his. “I swear, if you do this for me, I won’t ever ask you for anything else for the rest of my life — okay, that’s a lie because I really want ice cream after this, but you know what I mean!”

“Kou.” You drew in a breath. “I’m saying yes to the ice cream later, but those are the cheesiest pet names I have ever heard of.”

You saw the way Bokuto visibly deflated as he heard your soft rejection of his idea.

For the rest of the night (after stopping by the store and getting yourselves two tubs of ice cream, of course), the two of you sat cuddled up on the sofa half-paying attention to whatever B-list movie was recommended to you. Occasionally, you would hear Bokuto let out a deep sigh, most likely to try and guilt trip you into doing what he asked of you earlier.

Turning your head to face him, you grinned at the little pout on his lips as his eyes bore holes into the TV screen.

“Hey, Kou.”

Nothing. His attention stayed glued to the TV. The only sign that showed he’d heard you was the deepening of his pout.

“Koutaro, pretty boy. I’m talking to you,” you giggled.

Still nothing. You racked your brain for all of the possible ways this could end — every one of them resulted in the same thing.

Sighing, you brought up a finger to poke at his cheek. “Hey, dovey.”

If Bokuto were a dog, his ears would have stood straight up and his tail would have started wagging as he whipped his head around to look at you.

“Say that again,” he demanded, his eyes wide and sparkling and the corner of his lips twitching, just barely restraining a smile.

When you didn’t reply, his fingers prodded at your side — a promise to tickle you if you didn’t humour him right now.

“Say it again! Who am I?”

“You’re my dovey.”

“And who are you?”

You struggled to fight the urge to curl up into yourself as you answered him, “I’m your lovey.”

“And what are we together?” Bokuto brought his face closer to yours, his eyes going back and forth between your eyes and lips.

“We’re lovey dovey.” You completed it with a pair of awkward jazz hands.

With that, Bokuto’s face split into a blinding smile as his laughter rang through the living room. He brought you tight into his arms and buried his face into the crook of your neck.

“Yes! I knew you could do it, lovey!” Your cheeks grew warm as you were subjected to his rain of kisses on your face. 

Pulling him in for one last kiss to your lips, you whispered, “I love you so much, Kou.”

– – – – –

He knew how he was always the first thing on your mind; you’d put him as your first priority without fail, no matter how busy you were, even when he hadn’t put you as his.

– – – – –

Bokuto stared up at the crisp, white ceiling — hospitals were never a fun place to be in. He was broken from his thoughts when the door to his room burst open, revealing you in your ever-ethereal work clothes rushing toward him.

“Babe! Are you alright?” Stopping at the side of his bed, you brought his hand up to place a kiss on his knuckles.

Bokuto let out a light laugh as he intertwined his fingers with yours. “Yeah, it’s just a sprained ankle. Nothing to worry about, honey.”

“What do you mean ‘nothing to worry about’? Your coach said that you’d have to be out for two weeks!”

“That’s not too much! It’s not like I’ll be missing the whole season, angel.”

“But, Kou, you also have to–”

Bokuto stopped your worried rambling as he pulled you down, giving you a soft kiss on your lips and cheeks. He gave you a smile.

“Stop worrying, baby! Everything will be fine because I have the cutest, smartest, and kindest nurse to help me recover, right?”

“And who’s that?” You sent him a teasing look as your hands shuffled through your pockets looking for your phone.

“You, silly!” He paused before staring up at you in concern. “You are going to take care of me, right, baby?”

“I don’t know about that, Kou. Work has been hectic lately.” You pulled out your phone.

“But I’m injured! And I’m your boyfriend too! You can’t just leave your injured boyfriend alone to fend for himself! Baby!” Walking away from his bed, you exited the hospital room, tapping away on your phone.

A few minutes passed before you returned, seeing Bokuto sulking in the hospital bed, a familiar pout on his lips.

Your eyes softened as you gave him a smile. “Guess who just got two weeks off?”

– – – – –

The foundation of your relationship was built upon the fact that the two of you knew each other like no other; you loved each other like no other.

So how had everything culminated into such a mess?

“Bokuto.” You felt the way his body stiffened as you called his name.

“Yes,” he hesitated, “honey?”

“Do you remember what I told you a couple years ago? About what I thought of love?”

Feeling a prickling sensation in his nose, Bokuto squeezed his eyes shut, forcing out a few tears that had collected on his eyelashes.

His voice came out hoarse and weak as he whispered, “I could never forget.”

– – – – –

The sky was enveloped in a cloak of darkness, but not even the onslaught of exhaustion could prevent the two of you from leaning back on the picnic blanket to stare up at the shimmering stars.

“Baby?” Bokuto turned his head to where you lay beside him. You hummed in response, half of your attention taken by the stars.

“What do you think about love?”

You raised an eyebrow, rolling onto your side to fully look at your boyfriend.

The moonlight casted harsh shadows on his face, but the way he looked at you — eyes sparkling with curiosity and the corners of his lips curled into a light smile — softened the darkness surrounding the two of you.

“Where did that question come from?” You raised a hand to lightly trace over the curves and slopes of his face; your thumb caressed his cheek as he leaned into your touch.

“Answer my question first, and then I’ll tell you.” His eyes turned into little crescent moons as he smiled at you. “Deal?”

You pretended to think about it for a few seconds. “Hm, three kisses please,” you said, wiggling three of your fingers.

Bokuto laughed, indulging you with a kiss to both of your cheeks and a final kiss to your lips.

“Okay, okay,” you giggled. “You asked me what I think about love?”

He nodded.

“Well,” you sighed, turning back to face the midnight sky above you, “I think that love is like the sky — the sun, to be specific. It’s always changing, and everything is so unpredictable about it. There’s so much potential for destruction in what the sky holds. But, there’s always one constant. Do you know what it is, Kou?” You looked at him.

“What is it, angel?” His golden eyes glimmered, as if they were holding stars themselves.

Adjusting your position on the picnic blanket (you curled closer into Bokuto, who wrapped an arm around your shoulders), you continued, “It’s the sun. No matter how much it rains or snows or whatever weather catastrophe is happening, the sun is always going to be there. Sure, you can have multiple suns like those Star Wars planets, but…” you trailed off, looking into his eyes. “... I think I’m happy with my one sunshine.”

Bokuto, ever the romantic, pulled you into a nearly-bone-crushing hug as he laughed into your shoulder. After peppering kisses to your neck and jaw, he pulled away to look at you. He sported the brightest smile, but something sparkled behind those eyes of his.

“Baby?”

“Yeah?”

“I think you’re getting cheesier than me.”

You groaned, leaning away from him, “Shut up, Kou!”

He giggled before placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Now let’s get home before these mosquitoes eat us alive, honey.”

“And then you’ll tell me where you got that question from?”

“Of course, honey! I never break a deal!”

– – – – –

How could he forget what you said? Every word you’ve ever spoken to him, he’s grasped onto like a lifeline, as if they would be your last. He was so close to bursting — so close to pulling himself off of your lap, looking into your pretty eyes, grasping your shoulders, and yelling at you, screaming at you, asking why you would think he could ever forget anything about you. How dare you think he could ever forget anything about you?

But he couldn’t do that. Not to you. Not anymore.

He didn’t realise that you’d gone silent — his world had gone silent — until your sniffles broke his reverie. His arms tightened around your waist as his head nuzzled into your stomach once again; it was a broken act of comfort.

“Honey,” the edges of his voice cracked as he called out for you. “Talk to me. Please. Don’t… don’t stay quiet.”

Being met with another bout of silence was almost excruciating. Bokuto was struggling to keep himself together, to keep his head above the water before he drowned in his thoughts of losing you.

He launched himself up from your lap, grabbing your face with shaky hands. He had tears running down his face once again. His face was blotchy, and his hair was a mess. He was a mess.

“Please, lovey,” he whispered. If you stayed silent just one minute longer, he’d collapse. He was sure of it. Fighting the urge to just sit himself in your lap, pull you tight against him, and beg you not to leave, Bokuto settled with caressing the skin under your shirt.

Finally, you broke the silence.

“I forgot to tell you one thing that night.” You moved your hand from where it was resting in his hair back to your side; he tensed at the loss of your touch.

He swallowed, his anxiety began to pile up once again. “What’d you forget, baby?”

“Even though the sun” — your voice cracked — “is a constant, sometimes it can be too much. Burn too bright and dry up everything underneath the sky. Sometimes...” you paused to take a deep breath, trying to swallow back the lump that was growing in your throat. “Sometimes the sun can do even worse harm than anything the sky could do.”

Bokuto could feel the gradual increase of his heartbeat. He shook his head, his fingers involuntarily digging into your skin. No, no, you didn’t mean that. You couldn’t mean that. If you did he… he didn’t know what he would do.

“I’m sorry, Bokuto,” you murmured, “I can’t stay here any longer.”

You tried to pry yourself out of his grip, but he wouldn’t relent. His arms were shaking as he pulled you even closer into him. He was whispering something to himself.

“Bokuto, I’m being serious.” You tried to keep your voice stable but failed miserably — it all came out shaky, your tone uneven. “Let me go.”

His whispers grew louder until you could finally understand what he was saying.

“No, no. This isn’t real. I love you. I love you. No, don’t leave. Please don’t leave. I love you.”

You called his name. Once, twice, thrice. As you called for him, his whispers grew to full-blown cries.

“Bokuto!”

“I’M SORRY DON’T LEAVE ME!”

But the only thing your eyes chose to focus on was the trail of red and purple leading down his neck.

You felt a prickling sensation behind your eyes, a feeling that had grown familiar to you in the past few hours.

Bokuto caught the wandering of your eyes down his neck, a faraway mist muddled the irises he loved gazing into; he realised what you were staring at, forcing down a choked sob. He clenched his jaw, violently cursing himself for making you feel like you weren’t enough, like you weren’t the one keeping him standing straight.

Like you weren’t his sun, moon, stars, and whatever else you filled the fucking sky with.

He gently moved your head, trying to get you to look back into his eyes and away from the bruised mistake that marred his skin. His thoughts only filled with one thing — “Come back to me, baby.”

Waves of relief crashed against him once you met his eyes.

“Baby– Angel– I’m so– I don’t– Please–” Bokuto struggled to keep his thoughts straight. Not when you stared at him with an iciness that pierced his heart every time he looked back into your eyes, hoping to find even the smallest trace of love left for him.

He let out a rough sigh, frustrated with his inability to speak through the racing of his heart. His hands, still cupping your face, lightly squeezed your cheeks to ground himself. He looked back to you, his eyes swimming with even more tears, trying to send a message to you that he couldn’t put into words.

You looked away from him, focusing on the ticking clock on the wall as you gnawed your lip. A question had been running through your mind ever since he cracked into your resolve to leave and pulled you to the sofa, laying his head in your lap.

Your eyes turned back to him.

“Can you tell me something, Bokuto?”

“Yes, yes, baby, of course. I’ll do anything you want.” He eagerly nodded, a small spark of hope sparkled within him.

“Why’d you lie?”

He felt as though you just dumped him into one of Atsumu’s god-awful ice baths.

“What’re you saying, angel?” His eyebrows furrowed. “I’ve never lied to you.”

“Earlier,” you croaked. “I asked you earlier how long you’ve been” — you couldn’t say that word; it’d hurt too much — “messing around.”

A glint of recognition passed his eyes.

Continuing, you forced your voice out, even though it grew weaker the more you tried to hide your pain, “You said that it was just this once. That wasn’t the whole truth, was it?”

Fuck. Bokuto took his hands away from your face, opting to grasp one of your hands in his. He gave your knuckles a kiss before looking back at you, his eyes teeming with unadulterated guilt and desperation.

“I-I knew them before this ever happened. We met at one of the team parties, but you weren’t there because you were at work.” He saw a glimpse of darkness shadow over your face, and his heartbeat picked up again (not that it ever really settled). “But we never did anything! Not until last night, at least.” His voice grew quiet at the end.

“And never once did it occur to you to tell them that you were taken?”

Bokuto’s lips started trembling — no doubt he’d begin crying again. He looked down, trying to avoid your glare, but his grip on your hand never loosened.

“Please, baby. I’m so sorry,” he choked out, “I’m so fucking sorry. I fucked up in the worst way possible. But I promise you, I never did anything with them before. We just talked at that one party. I promise you that. I promise, honey.”

The look in your eyes became even colder, even more distant; something akin to hatred was present as well. No, this couldn’t be happening. His worst nightmare was coming true. You’d finally learned the truth and were going to leave him. You might have called him your sunshine that one night two years ago, but, to him, you were his oxygen — without you, he was truly nothing. Just a corpse of a man, not worth wasting a breath on.

He was losing you. Again.

“I’m leaving, Bokuto.” You roughly pulled your hand from his grasp, ignoring his cries for you to please stop, to listen for just a minute longer. “Don’t you dare try to look for me.”

Bokuto whimpered, following you to where you were trying to pick up your bags in your haste of anger. Once again, he tugged at the straps, trying to steal them away from you, but his arms grew weak at the scowl pointed his way.

His breath quickened, and his heart raced. He was panicking, grasping at straws to have to rethink your choice and stay with him so he could apologise for the rest of both of your lives. He’d spend the remainder of eternity begging for your forgiveness if only you’d just stay with him.

But he couldn’t say a word. Not with his blinded panic, and definitely not with the terrible, agonising look you were giving him as you stared back at him.

Was this how you felt when he’d walked out on you last night? Hopeless. Defenseless. As if you weren’t even worth a grain of sand underneath the other’s shoe.

“Lovey, I’m sorry!” Bokuto cried out one more time, hoping that he’d reach out to whatever small piece of love you still held for him. “I said I’m sorry! Please just forgive me, don’t leave me. Please! I’m begging you! Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it a million times over. Just, please,” he quieted to a whisper, just barely reaching your ears, “stay with me, and we can get through this together.”

His face crumpled as he heard your responding scoff.

“There’s no more ‘together’ for us, Bokuto.”

Your words stung — well, they stung as much as a gunshot or a knife to the heart would sting. He pressed on, desperate to get you to hear him out.

“I’m your sunshine, right? Your dovey. Your babe. Your pretty boy. Your Koutarou. Right?” He gripped onto the hem of his shirt, balling his hands into fists. “No matter what you call me, I’m yours. And I always will be. Even if you leave me right now, I’ll never stop looking for you. You know why?”

You stayed silent.

“Because I am just as much your sun as you are mine.”

His words echoed in your mind — that twisted, gnawing feeling came back in your gut. You knew that if you stayed for one more minute, it’d be over for you, and you’d go running back into his arms that always held you so tightly. Into his arms that smelt like home. Into his arms that made you feel like you were on top of the world as long as he was by your side. Into his arms that held onto another once the two of you reached a rough patch.

You made your decision.

“Koutarou…” His head snapped up to look at you, his eyes wide and glittering with a false sense of hope. “I’m sorry. I have to leave.”

There was another feeling growing within Bokuto. It was ugly, festering in the deepest parts of his mind — coming from a place that refused to acknowledge his faults. This feeling, it blamed

you. Why would you hurt him like this? How could you hurt him like this? You said he was your sunshine, your dovey, your Koutarou! How cruel could you be to lead him on, calling him ‘Koutarou’ again? You said you loved him!

“Don’t leave me!” He raised his voice. This feeling was taking over him, and it was angry. “If you leave, I’ll-I’ll…” His voice trailed off as he tried to regain control of himself.

Your brows furrowed. He still had the energy to yell, huh?

“You’ll what?” You took a step toward him. He looked away from you, trying to avoid your burning gaze. “Tell me, Koutarou. What will you do if I leave?”

He shook his head; you knew what that meant — “I won’t say it.”

“You’ll go back to them, won’t you?” you scoffed. “Have fun, Koutarou.”

Adjusting the straps of your bags, you gave him one last glare before moving toward the door once more.

That feeling came back in Bokuto’s mind, and it was stronger than ever. Pounding against the walls he built up, it roared, telling him to make you regret hurting him, make you think twice about leaving him. Bokuto was panicking, his will to beg you to stay was growing weaker as the feeling inside him became increasingly angry at you for causing him so much pain.

He knew he’d regret the next words he’d say to you, but that realisation came a second too late.

“I’ll never forgive you!”

You froze. Turning back around to face him, your eyes narrowed. “What?”

“If you leave me, I’ll never forgive you!”

His eyes were burning into you, a raging fire behind them.

“You’ll never forgive me?” you spat.

As quickly as the fire grew, it was extinguished as Bokuto’s expression morphed into one of shock.

“Wait, baby, I didn’t mean it! I promi–”

Dropping your bags by the door, you strided toward his figure. Pushing him against the wall, you pulled him in by the collar, melding his lips with yours.

The kiss was rough, angry, desperate — an amalgamation of everything you’ve felt in the past few hours going back and forth with Bokuto.

You pushed yourself into the space between his legs as he finally recovered from his shock and tried to match your tempo, his hands pulling you close into his body. Your teeth clashed together, and you had half the mind to bite his tongue in your mouth, but you held back.

Raking your fingers through his hair, you pulled his head back, ignoring his small, pained whine. The offensive mess of red and purple blotches still covered the expanse of his neck. A scowl grew on your face.

Bokuto yelped as he felt your lips latch onto his neck, sucking your own bruises over the ones already existing from his escapade. You were rough, unrelenting in your nearly-primal way of claiming him.

Trying to ignore your satisfaction from hearing his whimpers of your name, you pulled away, looking at your series of marks covering the ones from his other lover. The two of you were left panting — him trying to meet your eyes and you trying to avoid looking at him at all costs.

Leaning into his ear, you placed a gentle bite on his lobe. He tensed ever-so-slightly.

“You’ll never forgive me if I leave?” you hummed.

His hands that were under your shirt, roaming across your back, froze.

“B-Baby, wait, I didn’t–” He tried to plead with you until your next words completely shattered what was left of his broken, battered heart.

“I think I can live with that.”

You quickly backed away from him, evading his attempts to grab at your waist to stop you from leaving, and picked up your bags by the door. Looking back at him one last time, you nearly broke your facade.

After all he’s done, you still loved your Koutarou — no matter how much you tried to convince yourself otherwise — and seeing him on his knees, sobbing, begging you not to leave for the umpteenth time, your will was wearing thin.

“Goodbye, Koutarou.”

The slam of the front door echoed across the remnants of his shattered heart and all he had the strength to do was cry. Pulling at the strands of his hair, he sobbed, begging into the air, weeping with no one to listen to him.

Without you, his world had no sky; everything was bathed in the shadow of your absence.

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tags: @katelyns-stuff @random-fandom-girl-24

[crystalcow]

𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑//𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝 𝑝𝑡 4

Masterlist // child reader ML //

Sapnap x reader !p !child reader

Pronouns used: none specified!

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, casinos

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝗼𝐤𝗼 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝗼𝐰??

Quackity was telling you all of his plans

He rambled on for hours of his ideas for casinos and how he was going to marry Karl and sapnap

It sounded great

He had his whole plan set up! He even had Sam helping him with the building

But then he left

Just like everyone else

But that was fine! You were just with sapnap

Before Karl came running over rambling on about needed to move his library

He had a library?

“[Redacted] you need to stay close, please”

You looked at him weirdly

Who the fuck was [redacted]

“Karl my names Y/n you idiot” “flame..” “sorry”

He didn’t even notice it and then you had to spend the next couple days hauling over 100 books

“Oo hey what are these! The covers look really weird”

You had found his time travel books

Woops

That man raced over and in the kindest way possible, snatched it from your hands

“Don’t touch those, they are my special books”

You just shrugged and let him be, he freaks you out enough

So you all traveled to this area in the spruce forest and built a really ugly mushroom hut

But hey it’s fine! Foolish thankfully came around later that day and made everything better

So you stuck around

Maybe you needed this, this new start

Oh but prime knows that wouldnt last long

Karl started forgetting

At first it was simple things as just forgetting where he was or little stumbles with names

But eventually he was going away longer and longer

He started calling you by these strange names, some that sound Victorian and western and others that are unlike you

One day he didn’t call you by your name at all

You were hanging around the Sakura trees and the big yin Yang pond waiting for sapnap to come back with George

Then you saw Karl exit the library, running up to him for a hug

It’s been two months since you’ve seen him

You fucking hated it but you couldn’t help but consider him another parental figure

He loved it

But he just stood there as you wrapped your arms around him

Expecting the usual “[reda]- Y/n, I’ve missed you so much my sweet flame!”

But there was nothing just a sad one sided hug

“Hello? I’m sorry but do I know you?”

You were ready to cry

“I’m sorry, I uh must’ve mistaken you for the wrong person” “No that’s fine! Hugs are nice?”

So you left and ran into the library

Scouring throughout all of the books until you found them

The same 8 books you shrugged away

You read through all of them along with Karl’s other journals

You didn’t like going through his stuff especially, a whole invasion of privacy

The more you read the worse it got

What were you gonna tell Sapnap?

Who the hell is James, and [redacted]?

And why couldn’t he stop

It’s no use anymore

You were simply just forgotten

𝐋𝗼𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬

The closer you got to the large building, the sicker you got

Kinoko Kingdom was supposed to be your free pass

But somehow you always end up here

You called for Sam on the comms waiting for the beep

The inside looked great to say the least

“What are your past relationships with the prisoner?” “No answer.”

“Where are you currently resided?” “No answer”

“Do you believe the prisoner deserves his sentence?” “Maybe”

You put all your shit in the locker and followed him through all the safety checks

“I’m glad you didn’t bring anything with you”

You stood on the platform heart racing as the lava went down

It was like a ticking time bomb

The small squeaks and scratches of the hovering bridge

He just stared at you

That sick stupid mask was broken by tommy that day in the black stone room

So you had to look into his face

Lets just say he looks good in Orange

“Barrier up or down?” “Down”

He backed up into the corner as you stepped in

Smiling

Once the lava cascaded down your smile turned into a sick frown

“Hello” is that all he had to fucking say?

“Screw you. Fuck you. Damn you”

He just looked you a small chuckle escaping from his lips

“Those all mean the same thing.” “Well I’ve been living in cinnamon town for the past couple months, and I’m ready to fucking burn some buns”

Yeah he just laughed

“I’ve missed you Hot shot”

“You ruined our damn life!”

Someone went quiet

“If you didn’t have to have a petty little war, or criminalize children we could’ve been fine! It could’ve just been you, dad, me, and George.”

You were pissed, everyone just kept leaving you.

Tommy and Tubbo, Quackity, Karl, Dream, and hell even Wilbur

“You come and visit me, after not having seen me for months and you just yell? Not a hello or ‘how are you dream?’ ‘How’s prison dream’ ‘how can I help you get out of this damn place’ “

You just sat down ready to just walk out into the lava

“I’ve been stuck here for months! None of you even cared enough to visit me, hell even Tommy came around.”

You might have felt a little bad after leaving him

The prison was cold even tho lava was flowing right there

“Why would you leave the discs alone..” “Because I had to end it.”

What were you doing here

What were you planning on saying?

“So, what do you do in prison”

“I have a clock.”

You got up to go look at the pretty clock

Then threw it at his face

“Ow” “deal with it bitch”

The longer you stayed the worse the feeling in your stomach got

so you buzzed for Sam waving goodbye

“Wait.. Do they miss me?” “Can’t say, but I think this may be for the best.”

He wanted his best friends

But he just got the annoying teenager

Oh but that wouldn’t be the last

𝐋𝐚𝐬 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬

You got a letter in the mail one day

Who the hell uses letters??

You were shocked to see the address and the small post card

“Come around some time”-Quackity

Ans on the back it had the cords

Oh well what did you have to loose? Sapnap was focused on Karl

and well Karl didn’t even know you

So you set off

It took you a couple hours travel by horse to get to the desert area

The large sign blaring in the red text

You gotta admit the place looked beautiful

There was a giant dick and different shops

You were shocked to see this random un human like guy

“Hello, I am Charlie a totally human guy!”

Yeah totally not slime

“I’m uh, Y/n?” He reached out for a handshake sort of thing

“Dap me up!” “Another time Charlie”

Maybe when you had hand sanitizer

“Ohh so your Y/n! Mister Quackity talks about you all the time, come on in!”

You were skeptical but followed anyways

Stopping in your tracks when you saw Fundy

“Furry?” “Fire shit?”

You went over to give him a side hug, ruffling his fur

“What the hell are you doing here ginger boy!” “Oh you know, just escaping nightmares”

You were confused then just let him be

You walked to the entry way of the place

A beautiful pond with flowers and an arch

“Did what the place where Mr. Quackity was going to propose!”

Going to?

You shrugged it off following inside

You hated to admit it, but you were excited to see him

Yeah you really needed a parental figure in your life at the moment

So when you saw him, he immediately pick you up in a hug

You didn’t fail to notice his change in appearance

That beanie stayed the same tho

Thank god

“Hey hey! Let me show you around the place, we can also go for lunch and talk.”

The casino looked great to say the least

Loud music booming from the speakers, along with the live jazz band on the side

Slot machines were going off every minute

“Have a chip, something to remember this by”

He handed you a red poker chip

It was a cool one tho, in the middle has a blocky sort of smile

Creepy and dopey.. sick!

So you put it around a spare silver chain

“So how have you been kid? ‘Ts been a while hasn’t it.” “Could be better..”

You both walked around the city in silence, offering to go in the super model shop

“No” “why not” “keep walking”

On your way to lunch you had to squint at what you were seeing

“Oh my goodness you’re still alive?!” “You’re alive!?”

You and revivebur just stared at one another

“Yeah he came back after I died!” “you what now-“

You just stared at Tommy and back to Wilbur

Oh god those shrooms were messing with your head

You should’ve gotten out of there a while ago

Quackity came over placing his hands on your shoulders

“Do I have to execute you both? Get off my damn property”

“Sorry Q. Say, Y/n wanna join Lmanburg 2.0?”

You back away holding your hands up

“I denied that offer once, and I’ll do it again. Fucking zombie freaks”

You obviously muttered the last part

Why the fuck did dream revive those two shits??

When did Tommy even die??

Your visit here has just gotten weirder and weirder

𝐌𝗼𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

Quackity got you away from the brits as quick as he could

So he brought you over to his office

“So kid, how’s your dad..”

Ah you expected this question

“How the fuck am I supposed to know. He’s living his life, Karl’s time traveling! Oh yeah did I mention he doesn’t even remember me.”

He looked at you with wide eyes

“So I’m not the only one they forgot..”

You slammed you hands on the fable dramatizing the situation

“How would you feel about moving here? I mean you could work for me in the casino!”

You thought about it for a second

You have two options

1. Live in shroom town with bubbles

2. Move to las Nevada’s with Quackity

You were sure Sapnap wouldn’t mind

I mean would he even care?

He hasn’t for the past couple months!

“You feel abandoned there, over here there are hundreds of people. You’ll have the time of your life”

You thought about it for a sec

“Alright hand me a contract”

So you signed

Making deals with the devil huh

Little did you know it would cost you your life

Devils little soul

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and this is the finale! I will take requests for sapnaps child, and I’ll do some shit with Quackity and the casino and go in more depth if wanted!

As always request and ask anything! And ask if you want to be on a taglist (child reader or general)

For those on the taglist I don’t know if you wanted to be tagged for all child reader shit or just dreams child.. so please tell me :)

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[marauderundercover]

Maribat Halloween: Decorating

Marinette Dupain Cheng groans, dropping herself across her friend’s lap, hiding her face in her hands. 

“What’s up Pixie Pop?” Jason asks, his attention immediately on her. She just groans, trying not to think of the ways she had failed today. “Pix?” Jason prompts. She huffs and sits up, pouting. 

“I met a boy today.” She says, and Jason grins. 

“Didya say something embarrassing?” He teases, and she huffs. 

“Kind of.” She says vaguely, not willing to go into it. 

“Ya know you’re gonna tell me eventually. Might as well just tell me now.” Jason points out, and Marinette sighs, rubbing her hand over her face. 

“So he was super cute and instead of doing something normal like tell him he’s cute or ask him out or anything else, I volunteered to be his secretary for the month while his is on vacation.” She rambles out, groaning. Jason snorts, laughing loudly until he stops abruptly. Marinette glances at him, frowning at his sudden change. “What-” 

“Your meeting today, it was at Wayne Enterprises, wasn’t it.” He says, his frustration clear. 

“Yeah?” She draws out, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

“Goddamnit Replacement.” Jason swears, shaking his head. 

“What?” Marinette raises an eyebrow, completely lost. Jason sighs. 

“Let me tell you a little about Tim Drake.”

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Tim Drake was confused, as he walked into Wayne Enterprises on October 1st. And he didn't like to be confused. But all things considered, he felt that his confusion was valid. After all, when he left the building at eleven o'clock last night (long after everyone else, even his secretary, had left), the building looked like a normal office building. Now, though, there were spiderwebs and tiny pumpkins everywhere. Tiny plastic spiders and cloth ghosts hung from the ceilings. It was cute, but he had no idea how it could've happened. Or when. Deciding to check the security tapes, he walks swiftly over to the elevator, blinking in surprise at the change in music. Instead of the usual (boring) elevator music, an instrumental version of "This is Halloween" was playing softly. Honestly, it was impressive. Whoever had managed to do it had done so without Tim seeing them as he left, and without tripping any of the alarms. He'd just have to hope that whoever did it wasn't willing to use their powers for evil.

As the elevator stops at his floor, he mentally makes a note to ask Marinette, his temporary secretary, if she'd seen anyone strange when she left the night before. She’d only been his secretary for two weeks, and was only scheduled to do the job for one more. She had come in for a meeting with Lucius Fox, something to do with a fabric Lucius had developed, Tim was unsure on the details. But when she came in, she’d seen the absolute mess that the top floor had become since Tim’s secretary had left on vacation. She’d nearly insisted on helping out, and Tim honestly loved having her around. Marinette was funny, and cute and smart and- He frowns, shaking his head to clear it. Sure, he had a crush on her. But nothing could come of it. He’d seen Jason picking her up a couple times, and as much as he disliked his brother at times, he wouldn’t try to date the girl his brother was dating. Sighing, he watches as the numbers finally approach his floor.

The second he walks onto his floor, he's bombarded with even more decorations. More of the same from downstairs, but there were also skeletons (dressed in tiny costumes), plastic bags, and Marinette- for some reason- had a witch's hat on. Tim's eyebrow raises. 

"Feeling festive?" He asks, confused. It's not that Marinette was always serious. In fact, he'd seen her leap over a counter for a cup of coffee. But he'd never seen her in a hat. Especially not a witch hat. 

"Is it too much? We don't really do Halloween in France, not like this anyway." She says nervously, touching the hat.

"Well, er, it's definitely more than I'm used to." He says, before the pieces click together. "Wait a minute, did you decorate the entire building?" Tim asks, completely shocked. Though, he probably shouldn't be. The woman was a force of nature. Marinette blushes. 

"Yeah, I just thought- sorry, Jason mentioned something about it the other day.” She says and Tim sighs. Of course his asshole brother had something to do with this. Tim drops into the seat in front of Marinette’s desk and smiles at her gently. 

“What exactly did he say?” Tim asks, and Tim’s surprised to see that Marinette’s face can get even more red. She mumbles something, and Tim frowns. “Couldn’t hear you, Mari.” He says. She sighs, pushing a stray piece of hair out of her face. 

“He said that you love Halloween.” She says again, and Tim blinks in surprise. 

“Wait, what?” 

“You, he said that you like Halloween. And I wasn’t exactly sure how much would be too much and I’ve never been great at subtlety and so I decided that it wouldn’t be the end of the world to do the whole tower instead of just this floor but then I had to call Jason to help me change the music in the elevator because I didn’t have the clearance for that and-” She rambles, and Tim frowns, reaching forward to grab her hands to try and get her to slow down, to help her calm down. She takes in a deep breath and grins at him, making his heart skip a beat. 

“Sorry, I just, you were rambling.” Tim says, quickly releasing her hands. 

“I really like you.” She blurts out, her eyes widening. Tim’s eyebrows shoot upwards. 

“I-you-Jason?” He says and she frowns. 

“What about Jason?” She asks. 

“You, you and Jason. I can’t- you’re dating Jason, aren’t you?” He asks, and she laughs, which confuses him even more. Was she laughing at him? Or at the suggestion? 

“Jason is one of my best friends. And, like my friends Adrien and Nino, he’s also practically my brother.” She explains, her amused smile shifting into something else. Something softer. 

“So you aren’t dating my brother?” Tim asks, and Marinette shakes her head, giggling softly. 

“If I was dating Jason, I definitely wouldn’t have decorated the entirety of Wayne Enterprises to try and ask you out.” She says. Tim grins as her words register. 

“You want to ask me out?” He clarifies, and she nods.

“Coffee after work? I’ll buy.” She offers, and he smiles. 

“As long as I can buy next time.” He says with a grin. Who knew a couple of decorations could lead to something so great.

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[baroquebucky]

embrace

soulmate au where when you touch your soulmate you see glimpses of your future with them; the winter soldier touches you and realizes there’s so much more out there

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part three

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a/n: hi bffs !!! here is the third installment for my soulmate au !! i think I’ll make one or two more parts and then end it ! let me know what you guys think i love reading your thoughts !! <3 (bonus points if u find all the parallels heh)

You didn’t hesitate throwing your arms around him, tears flowing down your cheeks as you held onto him tightly. Bucky held you just as tight, burrowing his face in your shoulder and a smile on his face.

Bucky felt home. He felt the way he imagined the smell of freshly baked cookies would feel, he felt warm and fuzzy. Bucky felt happy.

“i- where have you been what happened i thought- we all- oh my god steve he’s been going crazy and-” you rambled, a smile on your face. You looked at bucky, he was just as tall as your remembered, his eyes a bit brighter and you felt your heart flutter.

“oh come in!” You chuckled, pulling him by his metal arm into your home, a smile on your face as you led him to your living room.

“i never introduced myself” he spoke, eyes on the ground as you prepared two cups of hot chocolate. You looked at him, laughing lightly.

“guess you didn’t huh” you replied, taking out the cups and putting in some marshmallows before walking back over to the couch, setting the two cups on the table and turning to face him.

“I’m y/n” you smiled brightly, extending your hand out. Bucky grinned, shaking your hand and introducing himself.

“I’m bucky” you felt your face heat up as he smiled at you, much different from the last time when you looked at each other.

“does Steve know you’re here? that you’re you?” you questioned, eyeing him to try and get read on his body language. He shifted slightly, taking a sip of his hot chocolate.

“not really no, i-” he hesitated before fiddling with his hands and speaking up again, “ive been laying low, i just couldn’t stop thinking about you and the visions i saw” he spoke, blushing and you couldn’t stop the smile on your face.

“i couldn’t either” you replied, looking at him before looking at the way the marshmallows melted into the hot chocolate. “I was so worried these past couple of months, i tried helping steve and Sam but it was so much and we were getting no where” you mumbled, heart falling as you thought of all your fruitless efforts.

Bucky noticed the way your voice trembled as you spoke and how you grilled the mug a little tighter. He felt his chest tighten.

“I’m here now doll” he spoke softly, moving to put your mug down and pulling you to his chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

You relaxed into his touch, tears welling in your eyes once more, you let yourself lean into him, closing your eyes for a second and enjoying his embrace.

“i missed you so much, can’t believe i could miss someone i didn’t even know that much” you laughed, sniffling lightly as you pulled away

“we’re soulmates dollface, we’re meant to be” he smiled softly at you and you nodded, a small smile as you wiped away a couple stray tears.

It was easy to fall into comfortable conversation with each other. All laughs and giggles as you spoke, the sun high in the sky already and the city wide awake despite it being early in the morning.

You so happy to have bucky with you, a smile on your face as you started to think of all you had to show him, thoughts of the future you had seen made you giddy with excitement.

“oh you have to meet Sam! The two of you would be so funny together bickering all the time- oh also there’s this coffee shop i really like, very quaint but-” you rambled, trying to fit in everything you wanted to tell bucky.

“I’m moving” bucky cut you off, a frown on his face as he glanced over at you. He focused his gaze on you, stomach dropping when you stared at him with a confused expression.

“like here? to New York?” You were quiet, knowing that’s not what he meant. Bucky but his bottom lip in frustration before turning to you with sad eyes.

“romania, i cant be here- not while HYDRA is still out there and I’m wanted for everything I’ve done” bucky frowned. Your heart broke in your chest, you wanted to curl up and cry.

You just got him back. You had lost him twice already, you weren’t sure if you could handle a third.

“you can’t- i just got you back you can’t go” you shook your head, eyes watery already. You held his hand tightly and bucky wanted to badly to stay.

“i have to” he whispered, “you know i do.”

And you did, you knew this was his best chance and you had to let him go. You knew how painful it would be and how much you would miss him. You thought about the amount of time you had cried at night, wishing you could get to the future already.

But you also knew you would get your happy ending, you knew at some point in your life you would be happily in love and laughing in a meadow of flowers watching a sunset with him. And that’s what you held onto.

“promise me you’ll come back to me” you whispered, scooting closer to him, his hands still in yours.

“I always will doll” he smiled, slipping his hand out of yours and placing it softly under your chin, tilting your head so you could look at him. Your watery eyes met his baby blue ones, you swore they sparkled slightly.

“don’t worry your pretty head doll, we still have forever to be happy” he smiled, leaning in slightly. Bucky stopped centimeters away from your lips, your heart racing at his actions, you wanted nothing more than to kiss him.

“may i?” He whispered. You didn’t reply, instead you crashed your lips onto him. It was needy and rough, your teeth hitting each other at one point but you didn’t care. It felt like your heart were beating in sync, you felt whole.

You both pulled away, breathless before laughing lightly, your hair messy from his hands tugging at it. Bucky ran his hand through his hair, a charming smile on his face as you two regained your composure.

“if you kiss me like that again i don’t think I’ll let you go” you teased, heart heavy as he frowned slightly.

“what if i kiss you like this” he mumbled, softly placing his lips back onto yours. It was much gentler, softer and sweet. Your hand easily finding its way to his hair, fingers cascading through his soft hair. Bucky smiled into the kiss, giving you a soft peck before pulling away.

“you’re gonna be the death of me” you whispered, heart thumping in your ears. Bucky smiled at you sweetly, pulling you into his arms and holding you.

You wiggled a bit, laying your head on his chest and listening to his heartbeat, your eyes closing and falling asleep before you could even fight to stay awake.

Bucky woke you up at around 1 pm, shaking you gently. Your eyes opened slowly and you realized you were back in your bed, tucked in under your blanket.

“i waited a bit before bringing you back to bed, didn’t wanna wake you again” bucky smiled and you laughed, sitting up and yawning, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“i got some food for us, figured you’d be hungry” bucky spoke, rubbing the back of his neck nervously as you walked out of your room when you finished brushing your teeth and changing out of your pajamas.

You looked at bucky with a smile on your face, bounding over to him and tackling him with a hug, kissing his cheek. You silently thanked the universe for giving you bucky as your soulmate as the two of you talked while you ate.

Bucky had never felt so at ease, he wasn’t worried about someone kicking his door down or having to keep running. All he could focus on was the way you would smile anytime he laughed and the way you blushed when your eyes would meet.

The two of you spent the day together, cuddled up on the couch and watching a movie, just like you had seen the first time the two of you ever touched. You smiled to yourself while bucky focused on the movie, his hand mindlessly drawing circles on your arm as he held you. This was how it was meant to be, your soulmate by your side and the feeling of home.

But nothing ever seems to go as it should. By the time night came you were saying goodbye, both of you teary eyed as he held you tightly, not wanting to go but know he had to.

It had taken an hour to move from the couch to halfway to the door, both of you crying messes with soft giggles trying to cheer each other up.

Finally you had reached the door, both of you going through too many tissues and looking at each other with teary eyes and matching pink noses.

“before i go” bucky turned, pulling away from the handle and into his jacket pocket, you could hear the jingling of metal. “I want you to have these, until we can be together again” he smiled, holding out his dog tags.

You didn’t know what to say, tears flowing down your cheeks again as you looked at him. Bucky hugged you, letting you cry into his chest for a moment before you calmed down.

“are you sure buck? I mean they must mean so much to you” you looked at him and he smiled, nodding before easily putting them on you, his heart fluttering as he took in the sight of them on you.

“I’ll see you soon dollface” Bucky smiled, kissing your temple and you nodded, hands clutching his dog tags.

“see you soon lovebug, I’ll be waiting here for you” you smiled, loving the way he blushed at the new nickname.

When you found out about steve finding him in Romania you acted surprised, guilt washing over you for hiding the information from your friend but you knew it’s what bucky wanted.

You offered to go help him and Sam on the rescue mission but they stopped you, telling you it was best for you to stay out of this one. You wanted to argue but you couldn’t blame them, you had been a wreck after bucky left, barely sleeping and crying over your soulmate.

You didn’t expect the bombing at the UN, bucky being framed and the whole team falling out. You had been in New York the whole time, skipping out on the meeting with the accords because you just so happened to have the flu that week.

“oh yeah stay home i can’t afford you getting everyone sick” tony has spoken over the phone, hanging up on you, a frown on your face. Not ten minutes later did you get a notification saying food was being delivered to your house, nice warm soup along with some medicine to help you feel better.

You least expected steve flying you out to wakanda, eyes wide as you took in all the technology, heart thumping in your chest knowing bucky would be right around the corner.

You felt your heart stop as you saw him in a white tank top, running up to him and wrapping your arms around him. Your cheeks hurt from how much you were smiling and bucky held you tightly with his right arm, leaning into your touch.

“oh doll I’ve missed you so damn much” he mumbled, a smile on his face as the two of you held each other for the first time in months.

“missed you so much more james” you spoke breathless, pulling away before placing a gentle kiss on his lips, the two of you smiling and resting your foreheads against each other.

“y/n-” you pressed your lips to his, quieting him. Pulling away you looked at him with love in your eyes, heart racing as he smiled at you softly.

“Steve already told me” you explained, knowing how much it would pain him to tell you. Bucky nodded, his lips curling into a gentle smile as he looked at you. His eyes landed on the outline of his dog tags under your shirt.

“you still have ‘em on” he whispered his eyes soft and his heart melting as you nodded.

“I never take them off lovebug” you replied, holding his hand in your as he smiled up at you. Steve placed a hand on your shoulder signaling it was time.

You stepped away from bucky, his hand holding onto yours tighter, not wanting to let go. You made sure you kept his hand in yours, interlacing your fingers.

“You sure about this?” Steve spoke up and bucky nodded, a tight smile on his face as his eyes flickered between the two of you.

“i cant trust my own mind,” he chuckled dryly, “until they figure out how to get this stuff out of my head i think going back under is the best thing” he looked at you with a soft smile, “for everybody.”

You squeezed his hand, nodding your head softly. “don’t worry lovebug, I’m yours forever” you whispered, a smile on your face as he recognized the phrase as the same on you had spoke to him in the flashes when you first touched.

“I’m yours forever, doll” Bucky spoke, kissing your temple before slipping his hand out of yours, and stepping into the machine.

You stood next to Steve as the machine whirred, looking away as it froze over. Steve put his arm around you, leading you away.

You held onto the memories you had made months ago in your apartment. You held onto the flashes you had gotten of the two of you having a picnic in the meadow, giggling with the sunset in the background.

You held onto bucky, your hope.

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Dean wasn’t sure where he stood with Cas, and he hated every fucking second of it.

He looked at his watch again, it’s only been a little less than an hour since Cas and Sam left on their stupid double date, but he already felt like he was crawling up the walls. He was pacing the room, trying to figure out what he could have said to stop Cas from going and wondering why Cas accepted the damn date in the first place.

Was he not enough?

It hasn’t even been three days since Dean finally said the big L word to him. Did Cas not hear him? Did he think he was fucking joking? Was the tongue down his throat not enough proof that Dean was over the fucking moon to finally have Cas. Have him in a way he never thought was going to be possible for them.

Why? Why did he go?

Maybe he was a lousy kisser? No. No, he’s an awesome kisser! But what if-

Dean jumps at the sound of his ringtone and answers it without looking at who it is.

“Dean.” He heard the familiar annoyed voice call his name in a low growl. “Stop.”

It took a second for Dean to understand what was going on. “Cas? Dude, why are you calling me? Shouldn’t you be entertaining your stu-your date?”

“I can’t. You are being insufferable.”

Dean was taken back by the words. Did he actually send all those texts he thought about sending?

“I know you tend to forget, Dean, but I can feel your longing, and it is distracting.” Oh! Oh. Shit. “What’s wrong?”

What’s wrong? What’s wrong? What the fuck do you think is wrong? That’s what Dean should have said but instead, “Nothing.” He is a coward, first and foremost. At least, when it comes to Cas, he was.

“You are giving me too much of a headache for it to be nothing.” Cas sighed, and Dean noticed the background noise quiets down on Cas’s end. “Are you okay? Should I come home?”

Yes! “No!” Dean quickly waves him off as if Cas could see him. “Stay. Have a fun time with your um, with your date.”

Cas doesn’t say anything for a long 20 seconds--Dean had to check if he hung up--before he sighs. “Okay.”

“Okay.”

“Goodbye.”

No. Not, goodbye. “I’ll see you later, okay? I’ll wait up for you so we can...talk. About you finally having your first date. Look at you, back from the dead and in the game. Good on you, Cas.”

“I would like that.” Silence again. Dean was about to hang up when he heard, “It’s not my first date.”

“What?”

“You said this is my first date, but it’s not.” Dean was about to tease him. To remind him that the date with the reaper or the one with him as a babysitter didn’t count but Cas beat him to the next words. “I like my dates with you more.”

Dean’s heart skips, and he thinks he misheard him, but before he can ask Cas to repeat it. The line goes dead, and Dean is left pacing the floor again. Wondering if the heat on his cheeks was ever going to go away.

“Am I--Is Cas...Am I being played?” Dean fell into his bed with a groan. Still left confused on where he stood with Cas.

--(More under the tag)

Cas is doing it again.

He’s acting as if he didn’t just come back from a date with this...Lucy person and pretending that everything is so damn peachy. He was sitting on the other side of Dean’s bed, once again head resting on Dean’s shoulder as if it had now become a nice habit of his. He welcomed the weight, the warmth of Cas pressed beside him, of course. He is just so damn confused.

“You know,” Cas looked up at him, his nose pressed to Dean’s jaw. “You’re the one that asked how my night went. So I sort of expected you to, you know, listen.”

He was listening. Listening to every damn word Cas spoke because, of course, he didn’t miss a single detail. He talked about the food, bland he described it, and Eileen picked off his plate. He talked about how Lucy laughed when he didn’t say anything funny, and Sam insisted that it meant she liked him. He talked about how he wasn’t sure if he liked these fancy places; he was used to the noise of diners and kind waitresses refiling his coffee when he didn’t need to ask.

But just now, he was just rambling on about how smart, kind, and great Lucy was. Did he use any of those words? No, but he might as well be kissing the floor she walked on by the way he talked about her.

“Dean?” Cas reached over, the palm of his hand laying flat on the side of Dean’s face. “You okay?”

Yes. “No.”

Wait. He was supposed to say the opposite.

Cas sat up to look at him better, and Dean missed the weight of him already. Wanting to reach over and pull him back in, he also might as well say what he thought so they can move on from this because he was so fucking tired of this.

They are so close, and shit will not happen if Dean keeps rambling in his head instead of talking out loud. Like Sam says--or better yet, what he is trying to drill in his head--communication is the key to a healthy relationship. Right now, he just wants a fucking relationship.

Dean looks at Cas; sad sky eyes stare back at him. Filled with questions that maybe he was also afraid to ask, but it’s Dean’s turn to make a move this time. At least he thinks so. He wasn’t sure when they started taking turns, but fuck, he missed Cas tonight and hates that someone else got to have a romantic night with him.

Without another thought, Dean pulled at the stupid bowtie and dragged Cas forward until their lips met for another long-awaited kiss. The tug may have choked an actual person, but luckily, Cas didn’t seem to find a problem with it as he moved closer to deepen the kiss.

Tell me you didn’t kiss her. Tell me you don’t want to see her ever again. Tell me you want me. Only me. Tell me...tell me you love me.

“I love you.” Dean hears himself say. It was desperate as his grip on Cas tightened; he could feel his fingers dig into Cas’s waist as he pulled him forward until his whole weight was on top of him. Cas starts to pull away, probably wanting to look at him again, but Dean keeps his eyes closed as he cranes his neck up to catch Cas’s lips. Wanting to feel, to pretend, that Cas only was his.

Cas kisses back for a second or two, longer, but it didn’t take much strength for him to pull back to look at Dean. Eyes filled with concern as he let Dean roll him into his back.

“Say it back, damn it.” Dean starts undoing the bowtie and fumbles with Cas’s buttoned shirt as he noses the stubble on the angel’s jaw. “Cas, say it.”

“I love you.” Cas takes Dean’s face between his large hands and forces him to look at his sad eyes again. “I love you, Dean. So tell me, what’s wrong?”

Dean didn’t try to pull away; instead, he fell against Cas’s body. Laying all his weight on him, knowing damn well Cas could take it, he probably weighed nothing to him. Like a feather.

Dean’s face tucked into Cas’s neck as he felt those fingers in his hair, soothing them before he rubbed his back. Probably trying to figure out which one was more comforting, but for Dean, any soft touch from him will do.

This is stupid. Desperate. Pathetic. But he needs to ask.

“Am not enough for you?”

“What?”

Dean doesn’t move from his hiding spot. Not wanting Cas to see his face as he talks. “Why’d you say to a date with someone else? I thought we were...I know I’m not good at all this, but I thought we were--at least, I was trying.” Dean shoved his face closer into his throat until he could feel Cas’s heartbeat against his nose. “I was trying, Cas!”

“I know!” Cas’s hands tighten on his Dean’s shoulders as if he was going to push him away, but then he stopped himself. “I only said yes because I figured it was what you wanted.”

“What?” Dean mumbled into Cas’s skin before he pushed himself up just enough to stare down at him. Repeating himself. “What?”

“The day after we kissed, you ignored everyone, including me. I thought you were...ashamed. Maybe you wanted to keep things private. So to keep Sam from suspecting us-”

“You said yes to a date.” Dean finished for him while Cas slowly nodded. Looking at him as if fighting with himself to not read Dean’s thoughts. Probably best he didn’t. He’ll just hear screaming. Dean sighed in relief as he fell into Cas again, relaxing as Cas’s arms wrapped around him. “Dumbass.”

“I didn’t mean to make you doubt my feelings for you. But to be fair, how can you possibly doubt my feelings for you? I died so that I can say them.”

“Actually, I thought you changed your mind cause I sucked at kissing.”

“You do not suck.”

“Thanks.” Dean chuckled, kissing Cas’s bare chest. His cheeks were warming up as his mind just caught up with his action. “Sorry.”

“I should be the one-”

“No, Cas. Me. I made you think I wanted to hide us.” Dean lifted his head again, looking down at Cas, who gave him a soft, warm smile. “I don’t. Maybe I was a little nervous, but that’s cause you kept acting like me holding your dumb hand was like...normal or whatever.”

“I thought if I make a big deal of it, then you’ll freak out.” Damn. Got him there. And yet, he still freaked out. “But I see now that we should have...talked about it?”

“Yeah.” Dean chuckled as he realized how stupid they both had been. “Yeah, that probably would have helped.”

Cas surprised him by reaching up to give him a hesitant kiss. His eyes were bright as they sparkled when Dean met the familiar gaze.

“We can um,” Dean clears his throat nervously as he keeps his eyes on Cas. “We can talk later.”

“Later. Later is good.”

“Good.”

Cas reaches to kiss him again, bringing him down until they are lost in each other.

--

The next morning Dean woke up with a spring in his step, and Sam noticed right away.

“What’s up with you?” He raised his eyebrows at him, teasing him with a smile. “Had a fun night with Scooby?”

“Watched Animaniacs, for your information.” Dean poured two cups of coffee. “And no. I had the most perfect company last night.”

Sam opened his mouth before squinting at him. “Did you-? Wait, did you bring a girl over to the bunker?”

“No!” Dean said just as Cas walked in, wrapped in nothing but Dean’s robe. “There you are. Thought you were gonna follow me.”

Dean walked over to hand Cas his coffee, kissing his cheek before walking back to get his own cup.

“I was. You neglected to tell me I wasn’t wearing clothes. So I had to go find something to cover up.” Cas sat in front of Sam who stared at them with wide eyes. “Morning, Sam.”

It took Sam a few seconds before he muttered. “I hate you guys. I mean, congratulations, but fuck you. Didn’t need that image in my head so early in the morning.”

Dean sat beside Cas, shoulders bumping, before he looked at Sam over the rim of his cup. “Now you can stop trying to set Cas up on dumb dates.”

“I had a fun time last night, Sam. Thank you.” Cas quickly said before looking back at Dean. “But I think I will just continue dating your brother instead.”

“Okay,” Sam got up, giving them both a tight smile and a thumbs up. “Congrats again. Next time wear underwear, Cas.”

“Stop looking at my boyfriend!” “I couldn’t find it.” Dean and Cas say at the same time.

Dean finally knows what Cas is to him.

“We should hurry if we want to beat the kids to the diner.” Cas gets up, kissing the top of Dean’s head as he goes. “I like this.”

“Me too.” Dean reaches for his hand, tangling their fingers together as he pulls Cas down for a kiss.

Best friend. Boyfriend. The light at the end of the tunnel.

“Love you.” Dean whispers against his lips, making Cas smile into the kiss.

“Love you, too.”

Everything. He’s everything.