#Whoever is sitting in that thing is gonna lose their balance if they lean too far back and smash their skull on the concrete lmfao

[deluluass]

all yours; all mine

71 and 58 with Atsumu pleaseeese. I just love this man and I would appreciate it if you wrote something with him. Youre so talented!💕 — anon

sidenote: anon, i hope u know that u have a very special place in my heart for being the first ask ive ever received. i hope u are well & having a gr8 day ;U;

Content warnings: rape/noncon; nsfw; daddy kink; mild angst; implied post-breakup depression; toxic relationship/s

Breakups are a messy business. A lot of crying, begging, screaming (if it's that type of a breakup). Whatever it is, breakups generally inspire intense— so-intense-it-could-get-you-kicked-out-if-you're-in-a-public-place, high-strung, and the most unpleasant kind of emotions. 

It’s understandable, considering you’re losing the person you love. 

But he doesn't even look upset.

"Aah," Atsumu sing-songed, twirling the plastic stirrer between his fingers. "Ya wanna call it off?"

The heat from the mug bit your skin as you gripped it. 

"What?" you choked, shaking your head. "I didn't say that, Atsumu. I only-"

He scoffed. "Fuckin'- ya just did."

You finally looked up at him, porcelain clinking as you placed your drink back on the saucer. Ball cap on,  muscles filling up and straining his hoodie and jeans; even in an outfit that almost concealed him he never fails to take your breath away. 

Only, it's for a different reason this time.

"I said that I-" you cleared your throat. "I want- I want you to-"

"I get it, I get it." Atsumu sighed, waving his hand nonchalantly. "Let's break up, then."

He was already standing up and he didn't even deign to meet your eyes. You didn't expect much when you'd travelled all the way to Tokyo just to have a talk with him. After all, the last conversation you had was over the phone. (And that, too, did not go well). 

Though, is it too much to expect he'd at least listen to what you have to say?

"Tsumu-kun! Wait!" 

Some customers were already staring, urging you to hide, hop on the next train, and run back home; away from the cold scrutiny of strangers. 

But not now. Not when what you have with him is hanging on a balance.

"Please, sit down and- and let's talk," you huffed, voice and hand trembling as you held onto his.

Breakups are a messy business, you heard.

A lot of crying. A lot of begging. A lot of screaming. Whichever kind it is, don't breakups usually inspire only the most intense emotions?

But he doesn't even look upset, doesn't even look like he feels anything other than a passing irritation, as if you were a fly buzzing in his ear, when he told you, "I know this is ya first rodeo, but yer gonna find someone new eventually, hm?"

It's been a long time coming, Atsumu thinks. He'd known for quite a while now that his relationship with you would end, actually, ever since you'd wanted to include "feelings" and "trust" and "opening up" into the mix. 

"Why?" he'd laughed at your face once. "What? Ya ain't happy? That it? We got somethin' good goin' on don't we?"

He didn't get it, at first. You'd always been your cheerful, bubbly self; never failing to be that one sunny spot when his day gets too pesky and such a pain in the ass. You were happy.

Until you weren't. 

"You don't.. tell me things," you muttered, fiddling with your hands on the kitchen table. "Which is fine! I'm not- go at your pace, but- but know that I'd listen to you. Always. I'm here, 'Tsumu."

And it wasn't as if he didn't try. It's just that Atsumu realized, a few months later, that he wasn't any good at it. 

Every time he'd lay it all out in front of you⁠— every tiny and pathetic and gritty part of him, you would eventually take him in your arms. So much smaller, weaker than his and yet Atsumu did not mind if it could be his entire world. 

Then, a thought would creep in, like a thief that'd stab him in his sleep. In the safety of those tender arms, with those guileless eyes peering at him, Atsumu would think that he'd rather stay there forever, cling onto you until he bites the dust.  

It disgusted him. 

Atsumu couldn't stand it. Because if he could be anything in this short life, he'd choose to be perfect. And that- that wasn't it. 

So he avoided it when the occasion arose. Diverting the subject to mundane stuff was easy, at first. The weather, the new show you're binging, your slacker of a boss, what happened back in the game. When that didn't work⁠— well, there were other ways. 

(His favorite was sticking his tongue in your wet cunt, to prod at the soft walls with the tip, and to lap and suck at the clit until you're begging for the stretch of his fat cock.)

The break up was understandable. When you'd greeted him in the café as if you'd spent the entire time you were apart crying, Atsumu knew it was over. 

You just repeated what you'd always said. It's okay to be vulnerable. If he needs some time to work out the right words then you'd always wait because I love you, 'Tsumu. 

(But there was that feeling again. Like he could die on the spot if you would so much as leave his sight.)

(Ending it was the only way out. When poison seeps itself into the bloodstream, you're left with no choice but to cut off a part of you.)

Unlike others, he can say that it was a clean parting. You wanted something and he was bad at it. And because he hated fucking up, Atsumu decided to leave. Easy. 

Really, the only people who didn't understand were his teammates.

"That's strange," Hinata spat, rice bursting to his chin when he suddenly faced Atsumu. "I don't think I've seen her for weeks now."

He could hear barely suppressed groans  behind him, no doubt from Bokuto and the others, before their spiker blurted out a confused, "What?"

Because, of course, Hinata could only mean one "her.” (There had only ever been one that Atsumu Miya allowed inside the team's gymnasium; inside his circle of friends; inside his life.)

Apparently, except for Hinata Shoyo, everyone had caught on that the both of you had thrown in the towel, so to speak. (And here they thought the guy's finally in it for real.)

"Nah, it's fine," Atsumu smirked, addressing it to everyone gathered around Samu's onigiri stand.  

"We broke up." 

He clicked his tongue. "It's not like there ain't no other fish in the sea."

The remark, casually said in between sips of cold coffee, was met with a gaping silence. 

That turned out to be right, like everything else that he'd predicted. 

A hole is a hole is a hole is a hole. No disrespect meant to you. But before you there had been many others who'd helped warm his bed. It just so happened that you got to stay for far longer. 

(Because waking up next to you meant waking up to that dreamy look, as if whoever's in charge up there has finally given you everything you've ever wanted.)

(And when he greets you with a hoarse good morning you say it back with eyes that tell him he's worth it, simply for being there.)

Anyway, going back to that old routine hadn't been difficult. 

(Except when he finally does it with someone new, for some reason he keeps searching for a different touch, expecting that endearing combination of inexperience and enthusiasm.)

(And when they cum he can't help but put a hand on their mouth, around their throat, because he's hearing the wrong voice, seeing the wrong face.) 

It's obvious, looking at him. Everyone can see that life's going pretty well for Atsumu. He can only hope that the same goes for you.

"You're miserable."

Peeling your attention away from the mother braiding her young daughter's hair, you hurriedly brought it back to the two women sitting in front of you.

"See?" Aya swung her hand in your direction. "Not even listening."

"No, no," you giggled sheepishly. Kaori was already pursing her lips.

"No, seriously. I am."

You sat upright, setting the chopsticks on your bento box. 

"Then what was it she said?" Kaori pressed. She folded her arms and you knew you were in trouble. 

"Uh..huh." You nodded. "Right. So. Um...."

"You didn't catch it," said Kaori.

"I didn't catch it," you winced.

Both girls sighed. 

The first three buttons of their blouses were open, the heat of the afternoon getting to them. And as they leaned back against the wooden bench, you had a feeling that they were about to give you the Conversation that's been waiting to happen for two long months.

That's why you'd decided to start it before they could. Just so it won't linger anymore painfully so.

“I know what you're going to say."

They only raised their brows, a mere "okay, go on" than an actual expression of surprise. 

"I've been sad. I haven't been..fine. That is true," you inhaled, preparing yourself for the agonizing part. Then, you released your breath.

"Ever since..'Tsu-" you gulped. "Ever since breaking up with Atsumu I haven't been feeling like myself but nowadays I'm getting back on my feet and I'm still working see so really there's no need to worry okay? Okay."

Aya grinned, but it didn't hold her usual devil-may-care humor to it. 

"You say that," she started, "but we’ll probably always be if you keep at that- at that⁠—"

"You're rarely in the moment," Kaori supplied, to which Aya replied with a harsh thank you. "You're distracted. And we know you're trying your best to be okay on your own. We've given you space, but remember that you have us."

Something was lodged in your chest and you found it hard to breathe. You'd missed them. You hadn't realized it, but you missed your friends. 

So much.

"Thank you," you whispered, forcing back  tears. "I- I wouldn't know what to do if it not for you two-"

"Hold it." Aya raised a palm. "Before you get corny again. Can I just say, I know he's your first dick-"

"Aya," Kaori murmured.

"And we all know it was good-"

"Aya," you hissed.

Your face burned as you searched from left to right, making sure no innocent being heard her.

"But can I just say," she slapped a palm on the surface of the table. "I don't care what you or the TV or his fans say about him! But the man's a walking red flag since day one!"

Kaori rolled her eyes. And despite yourself you couldn't keep a chuckle from bubbling. 

"Here we go again."

Aya almost rose from her seat. "When he sent that poor dude from accounting to the ER for just, I don't know, breathing your way, I knew something was up!"

You felt your smile die. 

That had been the first time it happened. You'd asked him what's wrong, after you'd rushed to the hospital, and all he gave you was silence. A whole day of it. He hadn't spoken a word about it, only that he'd warned you not to talk to that bastard again, or else.

(You'd learned, much, much later, that he doesn't do well with people that annoy him. That's what he said. You wanted to know more, but he suddenly decided that he had to make it up to you between the sheets.)

Kaori touched your hand. "Talk to us," she whispered.

You hummed as you shook your head. "I just remembered him," you said, only half of the truth.

If they knew it, they didn't let on. But Aya did say, "Tell you what. Company outing's upon us. So you know what that means?"

"Oh, I don't know," you mumbled apologetically. "I might sit this one out."

"No," Kaori gritted. 

Aya held your face with both hands as she  stared you down.

"You will buy yourself a new swimsuit. You will enjoy that cheap beach resort." 

The heaviness was lifting, bit by bit, as you felt your stomach ache with laughter. And with each silly word uttered by your friends, you could almost see the gray clouds overhead disappearing. Even for a little while.

"And you, you beautiful person you," Aya beamed. "Will finally, finally get laid."

Having best friends who are dead set on helping you get over an ex is a fearsome thing to behold, indeed. 

You couldn't even get a word in edgewise as they took you in a whirlwind of spas, salons, mani-pedis, and shopping bags. 

"Calm down. You rarely spend for yourself," Kaori told you when she'd caught you peeking forlornly at the frightening bill you'd amassed. 

But, try as you might to miss owning a fat wallet, you couldn't deny that you have no regrets wasting your money away. Not even for a single cent. Because you did feel amazing.

And when the day arrived, you couldn't help at the giddiness of having compliment after compliment thrown your way. 

"Is that really you?" said a co-worker when you'd boarded the bus. "You're glowing!"

During the games, as well, you'd often hear "Love the new look!" and "Have I ever told you before that you're so pretty? Because you are." And you'd preen with a soft-spoken thank you, having been taught by Kaori that denying a compliment makes one look stupid.  

It was so silly, honestly. Though not the part where, after a lovely comment, you'd be emboldened to strike an actual conversation. Learning that a coworker has a new baby now, or that so and so has recently moved up the corporate ladder; learning that, during your period of grief and self-pity (and even during the blissful time you’d spent with Atsumu), there were so many things you hadn't noticed.

You basked in it: the shower of pleasantries and anecdotes that had you feeling soft and fuzzy inside. The same way you lazed on the sandbar, clutching tiny conch shells in your hand, as you watched the sun tinge the sparkling waves with warm light.   

"Hey."

You jolted, turning towards the person who'd called your name. It was him. "Poor dude from accounting" as Aya dubbed him.

"Sano-san," you gasped, reaching for the towel beside you to cover up. "How- how are you?" 

Of all the people in your office, he was the last one you wanted to see. Solely for the reason that things have been awkward between you ever since that incident. A working relationship characterized by the literal turning of the other cheek whenever you two bumped into each other.

"Oh, pardon me," he scratched the back of his head. "Do you..want me to go?"

Yes. 

"No..!" you blurted out. "I think-"

The sun was almost setting. You wrapped the towel around you as you took in the balmy sea breeze. 

"I think I'm done hiding," you whispered, meeting his gaze for the first time in a long while, head on and baring the tiniest hint of shame, like how you did with your friends and other coworkers.

He didn't say anything, allowing you to continue. "I- It's nice. Talking to people again," you giggled. "Look, Sano-san. About before, I'm really sor-"

"Actually," he smiled. "That's why I'm here. Well, my partner pushed me but-"

You grinned at the blush that rose to his cheeks. 

"But I wanted to tell you: No hard feelings."

Sano-san extended a hand. You stared at it for a few seconds. His hand, then his face. Back to his hand, then his face again. And when you'd finally accepted it, it felt like witnessing the cage that’s imprisoned you for centuries finally open.

"By the way," he added, walking back towards an obviously amused fianceé. "It's a good look on you, being happy."

Atsumu entertained the possibility that maybe— just maybe, not everything was  fine the night the Jackals went home after an overseas tournament.

As soon as the plane landed on Japanese soil, the hunger he felt throughout the journey morphed into some kind of  anticipation, palpable through the thrill that electrified him into wakefulness. He might have left in a hurry, only half of his mind present when the Coach ordered for a short meeting. 

His foot tapped endlessly on the way⁠— while in the car; during the tedious elevator ride⁠— and when he'd finally entered his pad, slamming the door open with much eagerness than usual, Atsumu felt his heart plummet down his stomach when he was welcomed by a dark and empty hallway. 

You're not here. Not anymore.

Hasn't it been almost half a year now? Why did he expect you, face brightened by a grin that went from ear to ear, to materialize in front of him, with the smell of something delicious wafting from the kitchen? As if a magician with a hat trick.   

("Welcome back!" he was aching to hear.)

(You always insisted on eating with him when he got home; sometimes opting to just stay by his side⁠— munching on a midnight snack while you babbled on, if he arrived later than usual and you'd already had dinner.)

("It's lonely having a meal on your own," you explained. "Don't you think food tastes better if you have someone with you?")

Perhaps it was the jet lag. Or, it could be that the abrupt change in time zones was starting to mess with his head. Either way, Atsumu was sure that sleep would eventually cure him of the momentary delirium. 

But then he woke up the next day feeling like someone had pissed in his morning drink. The day after that, too. Even the next had been the same, persisting onto the following weeks. 

Until one game, after a winning streak that had the crowd chanting their names and with blood still roaring in his veins, he condescended to survey the numerous people occupying the bleachers. 

And when he couldn't find one⁠— one person that had always stood out to him despite being constantly drowned in an ocean of spectators— it was only then that Atsumu Miya decided that enough was enough. 

You hadn't really agreed with Aya when she told you that you'd be getting "laid" during this short vacation. 

Reason number one: it's a company outing. And you're sure you'd be breaking some protocols by fooling around with any of your coworkers. Reason Two: as you'd sagely imparted to a miffed Aya, "I don't think it's nice to cure a broken heart with sex; strings attached or no."

That being said, the lingerie she'd chosen for you did flatter your figure. It didn't matter that "no one would see it," as Aya grumbled. It was enough for you that you yourself saw it, you thought as you stood in front of the bathroom mirror. 

The way it was tailored made it seem like it was made just for your body. The details of lace also made it look so pretty that you felt kind of sad that you'd have to cover it up with a summer dress soon. 

Nevertheless, you allowed yourself to strike a few poses in front of the mirror; feeling like a teenager on their first date as you admired how you looked in it. 

You smiled to yourself, humming a tune, before you opened your makeup kit and prepared the necessities you'd be bringing for the bonfire dinner. 

"Wipes: check," you murmured, rummaging through your bag. "Hygiene stuff. Where are you hygiene stuff, hygiene stu⁠—"

You froze.

Something rustled. Outside. As if something had moved. 

Putting a robe back on, your heart thundered against your chest as you stepped out of the bathroom and into the dimly lit sleeping area, illuminated only by a small reading lamp.

"Be careful there, girlie," the old caretaker warned as she guided you to this room. "Lots of mean spirits lurking about."

You didn't believe in ghosts. For some reason, however, your coworkers did. So you'd taken it to yourself to move here after a room assignment mishap, leaving Aya and Kaori behind. 

It didn't seem like the cursed chamber that she purported to be. Sure, it was isolated at the furthest wing of the beach house, away from the other rooms and separated by a too dark hallway. But that had been the creepiest thing about it. Besides, you heard from logistics that renting the house didn't cost much, despite its size, so maybe it's just that they lacked the resources to renovate. 

The floorboards creaked beneath you. "Aya? Aya, I know it's you," you called out as you squinted, catching a faint silhouette reclined at the corner of the bed. 

It was too large to be Aya, but you chalked that up to the shadows playing with your eyes. You puffed out a chortle, resting a hand on your hips when she finally stood.   

"Very funny, Aya," you snorted when she sauntered towards you. "Just you wait until Kaori hears about.…" you trailed off.

"......this."

You drew in a breath as she moved closer, revealing a build that was much taller, towering almost in the small room, shoulders that are way broader than the ones your friend has, and a face that clearly wasn't Aya's.

"Evenin'," Atsumu yawned. 

Your legs refused to listen to you.

"Been a minute, hadn't it, darlin'?"

You don't know why he's here. 

And even if you wanted to ask, you find that no sound could escape from your mouth when you tried to open it.

You do know this, as he gave you a lopsided grin that used to have you eating at the palm of his hand, along with a lazy gaze that was belied by a bird-like focus:

That although he told you that all he wants is a little chat, you knew that he didn't come here just for that.

You ran.

Atsumu had been the worst boyfriend.

He's aware of it now, realized it fully when he knocked on Samu's door, shit-faced, and it only took a single look and a consoling arm from his brother to break Atsumu into tears and snot, as well as Samu's voice telling him, "Yer a big baby. Ya need her, dontcha?"

That's why he followed you here, figuring that you'd love a thoughtful surprise. Because you always have. He didn't expect you'd take to it kindly, of course, not right away. But he also didn't expect that you would be doing the surprising.

You were talking to that man when he arrived. 

Didn't he tell you not to?

His intentions still haven't changed. He's here to bring you back, but before anything else Atsumu's sure it's only normal that you guys clear things up first. 

And if you're going to do that, he can't have you running away now, can't he?

Grabbing you by the waist, Atsumu's palm tingled at the feel of your body, pulling you closer to him as he pinned you to the wall and stifled your shrieks with his hand.

"Everybody's gone, angel," he whispered, losing himself in your skin, though covered in silk; lips and fingers roaming every which way because finally, finally, fuckin' finally you're here and you're real.

"Just wanna talk." He stroked the curve of your ass, middle finger tracing the lining of the crack. "Ain't this what'ya always wanted? S'let's talk," he murmured against your collarbone.

You were already crying, shaky hands weakly grasping his back and tears wetting even his cheeks. Atsumu couldn't help but smile. You'd always been a crier. It's one of the many things he loves about you. Always so honest with your emotions.

"I missed ya," Atsumu groaned as he grinded his cock against your pussy, feeling it harden when he mouthed your tits.

There was something peeking out of your robe, he noticed as it became more rumpled. 

"D-don't," you breathed, your attempt to swat his hands away thwarted when he seized your wrist.

It was lace. The color pulling the eye to your body like a siren's song. And when he stripped the robe off of you, silk swishing down your elbows, Atsumu saw that it was a piece of lingerie. One that he hasn't seen before.

Because he didn't buy this one. It wasn't from him. You weren't the type to get one yourself. 

Until now.

"This for him?" he murmured, pressing a kiss against your pulse, beating like a drum against his lips. 

"Wh-who?" you whimpered.

"The ugly piece of shit. Saw you guys gettin' chummy earlier."

He was close, too close to you, back at the beach. You smiled at him, laughed and showed him what he isn't supposed to see. And when he touched you— when the fucker touched you, Atsumu wanted blood on his hands.

"Yer gonna fuck the guy whose face I busted?" 

You squeaked as he dug his blunt nails against your wrist. Atsumu licked the red impressions they made.

"And what- what about it?" Your voice was so brittle and small. God, he just wanted to hold you. "It's none of your business, who I spend my time with. And don't- don't tell me you're jealous because-"

He chuckled, the sound of it making you shrink back into the wall. "Jealous? Doll, ya wouldn't wanna know what I'm feelin right now. But, sure." Atsumu lightly nipped at the tips of your fingers. 

"'Course I'm jealous," he rasped. "You're mine."

Then, Atsumu looked at you. And what he saw in your eyes made him stumble that when you shoved him away, all he could do was stand and stare.

"I'm not your thing, Atsumu," you cried. A light-year difference from the girl who'd always stare at him so tenderly. "I never was and I never will be. I'm not yours."

You didn't run this time. You should've. 

Atsumu clenched his jaw. "Like hell ya ain't," he snarled.

People say that breakups are a messy business. Atsumu was so sure he wouldn't have to endure that, before he met you.  Now that he's had the experience, though, Atsumu can say with confidence that breakups are, in fact, a goddamn mess.

But you're over that now. It's time to turn over a new leaf and return to one another. And Atsumu's finding out, in the process, that making up can be astonishingly reminiscent of the breakup.

You started crying when you woke up, screaming for help as you tried to budge the rope that was tying your hands to your knees. You got louder when you found out that you were naked and not in the rickety confines of the beach house. 

"Welcome home, baby," he beamed, eying you from between your legs. 

The begging started when you realized how drenched your little pussy was, his tongue lapping and slathering the cum dripping from your twitching hole, against  your swollen folds; his calloused thumb massaging deep circles on your clit. 

And when he stuck another inside your puckered asshole, you writhed out of your binds and squealed, "T-tsumu-kun…!"

Fuck. 

"Babydoll," he growled. "Daddy's gotcha, daddy's gonna treat ya so fuckin' good."

He slapped your damp cunt with his long fingers, thrusting them inside to rub and feel at your walls, at the bump that never failed to make you screech. "Daddy's been mean hasn't he? Hm? Been a bad daddy to ya, baby?"

You could only gasp out wordlessly as he slurped the juices off your clit, not stopping until you were gushing, sloppy cum drizzling on the bedsheet, every muscle in spasms, incapable of even stretching out your legs although Atsumu knew you wanted to, you really wanted to so fuckin' bad, resorting to curling your toes instead. 

"E-enough, please, please, stop!"

How adorable, Atsumu thought. "My little slut," he cooed, tapping the tip of his hard cock on your pussy. "My good 'lil fucktoy."

He relished it, wanting to draw this on forever, so he slides it against your folds, pussy lips wrapping the meat of his cock, gyrating his hips back and forth, as if he were fucking you, and grabbing your tits to play with your nipples. 

"Atta girl," he laughed, licking his teeth when he finally sunk inside your tight cunt, pushing you so far down into the mattress until his chest was rubbing against your tits, your feet dangling against his shoulders.

"I don't-I don't want this, 'Tsumu," you sobbed. "Don't want this!"

Oh, of course you don't. Atsumu knows you don't. He'd fucked you against your will, after all. 

But you were taking him so well, darlin'. Your walls were hugging his cock so fuckin' nicely that he couldn't help but shove deeper inside you, craving for the way your pussy twitched rapidly around him. 

If you weren't bound, he's also sure that you'd be pushing his hips away. But that's not what's getting to him. Because as he pistoned his cock into you, heavy balls slapping against your ass, you instantly turned your face away.

Did you know that you were breaking his heart? Shattering it to pieces, when you close your eyes like doors, locking them to prevent him from ever reaching you again. 

So he gripped your chin. Forced you to meet his eyes as you wept and shook your head. 

"Am gonna be better, baby," he groaned.  "No more keeping things from ya. None of that bullshit, now."

Atsumu shivered as you came around him, convulsing under him and strained voice still begging him to stop. Because he wasn't. He would never stop. Not when it comes to you. 

"Am all yours, angel. All yours." He pounded your fucked out cunt, chasing his own high as he kneaded your tits. 

A tear fell from your eyelids. And when he kissed you, it felt like everything in his life shifted back in its rightful place. "You can have it all," he sighed, cupping your cheek.

"So give me all of you now," Atsumu pleaded. "Come back to me."

[meetmyblondemuffins]

Jealousy, Jealously

warnings: fighting

As Sirius pulled into his usual spot by Hagrid’s cabin. Once the motorcycle came to a stop Y/n hopped off the back. This has been their usual routine since way before they even started dating. Before they were together, which EVERYONE saw coming.

"Thanks for the ride. As always." Y/n thanked him as she gets off the back of his bike, handing him the helmet he designated as hers years ago.

"You know, you don't have to thank me every morning for giving you a ride. Your my girl, Y/m/n/n." Sirius gave Y/n a knowing look. Taking the helmet from her hands.

Y/n smiled leaning forward, to lean against Sirius's chest., "I can still be grateful."

Sirius shook his head letting out a quick laugh. "You'll be the death of me. I swear."

The time they wasted before school started was just filled with laughs, jokes, and the occasional kiss. Even though the kisses were a little more PG, but possessive on Sirius's part.

"Who is that?" Brett a new guy to the school who recently moved from California asked the guys around him.

"No, dude. She's Black's girl." Peter waved his hands in the air trying to call off the guys thoughts.

"Yeah, don't go near her." James agreed, trying to deter the new guy from a path that he does not want to go down.

"Why not?" Brett asked still watching Y/n giggle and lean into Sirius from across the parking lot.

"Sirius Black has a bad temper. And a habit of getting into fights." Remus stated to the new guy hoping it was enough for Brett to drop it.

James nodded in agreement. "She makes him calm, so to speak."

"They've been together for years. Trust us, don't go near her with intentions of tearing them apart." Fabian stated along with the others.

But of course, Brett's attention seemed to never waver from the oldest Black and Y/n. His mind was made up. Y/n was gonna be his by the end of the day, he'll make her see he's better then Sirius.

"I have practice. You staying to watch?" Sirius asked as he walked up next to Y/n, leaning against the wall next to her.

"I already planned on staying, Sirius." Y/n smiled at him, putting the books away in her dorm after a long day of schoolwork.

"Good" Sirius smirked wrapping his arm around her shoulders all the while taking her backpack from her.

Once they got to the quidditch pitch Sirius helped Y/n set up where she was gonna be sitting and waiting for the practice to end. He set down her bag. After making sure Y/n was situated he left to go to the locker room to change with the rest of the guys, while Y/n got started on homework. By the time all the guys came out dressed and ready for practice Y/n had already finished her homework. So, she decided to start drawing in her notebook. That is till someone decided to walk over to her and judging by their stature it wasn't her boyfriend.

"What a beautiful girl like you doing here?" Brett asked once he stood infront of Y/n. It was obvious whoever this guy was to Y/n he had to be new or stupid. Especially if he dared to flirt with her. New or stupid.

"I go to school here." Y/n replaied taking a swift glance up at him. Before continuing with her doodle.

"Cute. But what I meant was, why are you watching practice? Like seeing all the shirtless guys?" Brett let out a laugh as if she couldn't tell what he was really doing. With what he asked it was obvious to her he thinks he's God's gift to the world, and that she must have been watching him.

"There's only one shirtless guy I'm here for and I happen to be dating him." Y/n looked at the new guy and stared at him directly in the eyes. She stated her words hoping he'd get that he's not wanted and that she's taken.

"Hey, who the hell is that?" Sirius asked the guys, nodding in the direction of some guy talking to his Y/n.

"We warned him, Sirius. We swear." Fabian stated, being the first to answer a close to turning red Sirius Black.

Then James jumped in as well. "We told him that she was taken and she's your girl."

"Who is he?" Sirius asked, trying to keep his voice level.

"New guy, Brett. He's on the team or at least the madam hooch is giving him a chance. He was asking about Y/n earlier when you both pulled into the parking lot. We told him she was taken, by you and that he shouldn't mess with you but..." Gideon explained.

"Apparently he doesn't listen." Sirius stated before walking over to where his girl is and to where the school's newest idiot is currently standing.

"That can always change." Brett smirked and wiggled his eyebrows towards Y/n, who if anyone looked could tell she felt uncomfortable.

"I don't want it to." Y/n stated with a fire in her eyes. She wouldn't trade Sirius for anything.

"Are you sure he feels the same on that?" Brett leaned down to be closer the Y/h/c-ed girl. Who in his mind was just being stubborn.

Y/n was ready to rip this guys head off. But right when she was about to get up and do some damage she saw her boyfriend approaching. "I'm pretty sure he does." Y/n smiled.

"What makes you think that?" Brett asked pretending to be curious but it was obvious he was gonna try and twist what she says.

"She thinks that because I tell her all the time." Sirius spoke with a tone that could scare the bravest of men. Once Brett turned around Sirius decked him.

"He does." Y/n raised even though she knew Brett's attention wasn't on her anymore. She watched the fight, making sure it didn't get too out of hand.

"You were warned" Sirius stated lowly in the guy's ear. He knows he could hear him even if he might have a slight concussion.

"Yeah, I was. But I heard you're childhood sweethearts, that's a long time. I'm just showing her that her options are open." Brett spit out some blood getting up from the ground. Still taunting Sirius after getting beat up for a solid five minutes. Yup, he's an idiot.

"I don't want any other options." Y/n spoke making sure all her words came out clear as day. To get it through his obviously thick skull. She even went as far as to lean down a little so he could also read her lips.

Sirius smirked at the idiot that kept losing his balance. "Now, I suggest you leave my girl alone and do not try this again."

"Y-yeah." Brett stuttered.

Once Brett scurried away Sirius turned to face Y/n and was silently checking her over with his eyes and hands checking her over to make sure she was ok. "You ok?"

Y/n nodded doing the same thing, checking him over. "Yeah, I'm ok. Are you?"

"I'm fine." Sirius waved her off.

"Sirius..." Y/n whined his name out knowing how he likes to hide the fact he's hurt when he is.

"Your ok, I didn't end up beating him into a pulp. So yeah I'm ok. I promise, Y/n" Sirius looked her in the eyes adoring how much she cares about his wellbeing.

"You know I don't want anyone else but you, right?" Y/n asked him cupping his cheek and neck looking at him with the same look in her eyes.

Sirius reassuring her. Lightly pulling her closer into his embrace. "I know. You know I don't want anyone else but you too, right?"

"I know." Y/n nodded moving into his awaiting arms.

"Good" he mumbled into the top of her head.

"Good. What do you say we head back?" she asked looking up at her giving her a kiss to her cheek and going to change since practice had ended due to the fight. So, they can back to their dorm and just have some alone time together.

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[theyscreamjade]

Who’s Your Captain?

So! YALL know how much of a hoe I am. I couldn’t just aim for Hange and not give Levi some love. I’m short as fuck too..so, let’s not act as if I’m tall or anything...So! I had to do some hoe things and just..have some fun. Also, My guy @husband-to-tomura-shigaraki is in here~

Disclaimer: Smut! 18+

Kinks: Exhibition, Public Play, Over Stimulation, Jealous Sex.

It was a sticky, hot summer night when we decided to make camp from our escapade. With the Titans nearly obsolete, We finally had a chance to explore the outside world. The fireflies glowed while I changed into a pair of black shorts and a tank top, having my hair in a high sun while the long sunset still glowed in the sky.

“Hey Jade! Dinner’s ready!” Hayden said as I walked out from my tent. “Good, I’m starving.” I said, stretching a bit. I walked over to the bonfire, putting my cape back on as I could feel eyes on me. My suspicions were confirmed when I saw Jean’s eyes quickly snap from my view. I raised my eyebrow in curiosity before shrugging it off.

“Here you go, I made my famous stew!” Hanji said as I cheered softly. “Good, I’m starving!” Sasha said, sitting beside me on the large log. Once all the bowls were individually handed out and our feasting began, the excited Sasha and of course the first to ask for seconds declared something.

“We should play a game!” She said, holding her second bowl. “We can play a game when you’re done eating, you’ll spit all over us.” Connie commented as she rolled her eyes.

“We always had to be quiet while we’re out here but now! We can be as loud as we want and not have to worry about a single thing.” She said happily as Hanji stood up.

“She’s right! Oh, I have a game.” They said before walking to their tent. After a few minutes, I sat my bowl aside as Hanji walked back, holding a cup with a cup full of bottle caps. “Everyone dunk their hand in and pick out a bottle cap, whoever picks out the one with a crown on it. They’re the winner and control anyone they please with a limit of three.” She said as Sasha’s eyes sparkled.

“I have a bad idea about this..” Armin commented softly before following suit with everyone else. I looked at Coca-Cola lid and held it up, showing everyone as Jean held up the crown.

“Well, Your royal highness. You have three people to command to do as you please.” Hanji reminded before sitting on the log again. A small smirk formed on his lips as he turned to Eren. “I command you go swim in the lake.” He said as Eren looked at him with the best shocked face. “What?! No! I’m not going to do that! That’s stupid!” He screamed.

“It’s the rule Eren, you must follow them.” Mikasa said as she downed her water. “Just be a good sport and follow what the king says.” Connie said softly as Eren growled in anger. “Fine!” He snapped as he stood up.

He stormed off, walking toward the lake as we followed like a duck and a bunch of baby ducklings. Once he arrived, he snatched his shirt off as he looked at the cool lake water. “I fucking hate this..” he said to himself before jumping in with a large splash.

He soon jumped back out, splashing a bit at how cold it was. Hayden giggled softly, holding a towel for him while I laughed watching them. “What the you brats doing?” A voice asked, sending chills down my spine while making my heart flutter.

I turned around, seeing Levi stand a few inches away from us. He soon walked over to the group as they salute to him. “You know I could hear you guys from my tent.”

“Sorry sir, We’re just playing a game! Wanna join us?” Sasha asked eagerly as Levi looked at her. “I don’t play games.”

“Oh, don’t be such a sour puss! Here, take a bottle cap and join us!” Hanji said holding the cup to him while shaking it. Levi gave me a small glance before taking a cap out as well, earning a squeal from Hanji. “Well, looks like your king still Jean. Who’s next?” Hanji asked.

Jean looked as Sasha as she quickly threw a potato from her hands as it landed in the lake with a loud plop.

Tears rolled down my cheeks as Sasha huffed in annoyance. “I swear Jean, I’m going to destroy you when I’m king.” She said, lifting her leg up as she gained her balance. “My name is Sasha and I’m the meat and potato queen.” She said before putting her makeshift leaf crown on as we laughed. “N-Now that’s funny!” Connie said as Eren laughed with him.

Sasha snatched the ridiculous outfit off along with the crown, sitting beside me. “Jade?” Jeans said, catching me off guard. “Yes, your majesty?” I asked, standing while doing a bow to him.

“I believe I deserve a smooch from you, don’t you think?” He said as my eyes widened. “A smooch? i-I don’t know about that.” I said, trying to hide my nervousness before looking at Hange as if I’m saying ‘Help me.’

Only a few people knew about Levi and I’s secret relationship which was honestly preferred from both of us. I never liked labels and Levi liked privacy, it was a win-win. Eren, Hayden, Hange, Erwin and lastly Mikasa knew but only because she accidentally barged in while we did the dirty on his desk one night.

“Come on, Just one. That’s all I ask from my gorgeous queen.” Jean said, standing over me as he leaned down. “Come on, Jade! Just give him one!” Connie said as Sasha nodded. “I had to do that stupid dare! You can do this!” She said as Jean moved closer.

I sighed, placing my hands on his cheeks and pulled him close. I placed my thumbs over his lips quickly before kissing him. After a minute, I pulled away as Eren’s completely shocked face read my fate tonight. While everyone replaced the lids back in the cup, I glanced at Levi who stared at me with absolute glare in his eyes.

His silence sent chills down my spine as the game continued until the third person declared that they’re going to bed, before I knew it. Levi and I were alone.

The intense silence and tension so thick that you could cut it as I stared at the slowly dying flame before standing. “I’m gonna get some rest, you should too.” I said, walking toward my tent. A calloused hand grabbed my wrist, catching me off guard as Levi stood up slowly. “Let’s go talk.” He said, pointing towards a nearby cliff.

Damn my submissive ass.

I opened my mouth to make a excuse before he gave me a tug, leading us away from the campsite. I silently prayed that no one would see us or a Titan randomly appear as he lead us away. We stepped down off the cliff, we were away from everyone else and the only thing behind him was open plains of thick grass.

“Okay, what did you want to talk a-“

I gasped, my body colliding with thick rocky under the cliff as his face was inches from mine. “You think you’re just going to get away with kissing my cadet?” He asked a growl in his voice as my eyes widened.

“I-I-“

“I didn’t say speak now, did I?” Levi asked, his hand pinned my wrists over my head as his other touched my hip, fiddling with my tank top while his dark orbs stared deeply into mine. “You’re were such a fucking tease, huh brat? Wearing this and then kissed Jean, no wonder he couldn’t keep his eyes off you.” He said before spanking my ass before gripping it.

“What do you have say?” He asked, while I struggled to keep a moan in. “I-I did...I-didn’t mean to wear this, I-it’s hot and I-I-“ I tried to say as he chuckled.

“It’s funny how you’re usually able to speak your mind but when I have you like this, you’re a stuttering.” He retorted, stopping my excuse. His hand released my wrists, snatching my cape off as his lips slammed against mine.

I moaned softly against his passion, tugging his black silky locs as he scooped me up as if I was weightless. Our bodies moved closer as if he wanted to fuse us into one as the kiss was broken and he latched into my neck, biting and sucking around my collar.

I bite my finger while trying to hide my excitedly, hell I started getting wet when I heard his voice. He had that power over my body. I knew I had to keep it down and hoped no one would even step this way but it was hard with Levi, especially when he knew your body like the back of his hand.

I flinched, feeling two fingers push inside my wet core as I stifled out a moan. “You’re so fucking wet...I wonder who has you like this, nearly drenched for them..” he growled in my ear while pumping his fingers roughly. My right hand gripped his wrist to try and slow him down while my mouth was agape, gasps seeping in while I tried my hardest to keep my moans in but damn it was hard with Levi motherfucking Ackerman.

“What’s wrong? You’re close? You’re close to cumming for me?” He teased while smirking at me. My knees buckled a bit as his left hand lifted my tank top up, pinching my nipple as my moan finally slipped out. The moment his fingers curled, that’s what did it. I couldn’t keep them in, my moans slipped out like small gasps and were only low enough for him to hear before he pulled his hand out of me right as soon as I was about to climax.

My legs were like jelly, nearly losing my balance as I looked at him shocked. “What’s wrong? You wanted me to keep going?” He asked as I nodded quickly. “Why should I let you cum? Especially how you acted today?” He asked while picking my cape off the ground.

“I-I’m sorry, but Levi please. I’m begging you, l-let me cum!” I gasped out, my clit stinging in disarray while I whined softly.

“You said I-“

“Daddy, Please make me cum!” I cried out loud enough for him to hear, closing my eyes while panting softly. “Please make me cum and I won’t do it ever again!” I added as everything moved in a swift movement. My shorts dangled off my ankle that held high in the sky while my other leg barely held up on the ground. I wasn’t even able to adjust to his thick size as he slammed deep inside me.

My wetness drizzled down my legs while my hand touched his hips to slow him down while he hovered over me. “F-Fuck..T-T-Too deep! Fuck me!” I whined, my nails gripping his abs as he ignored my pleas. God someone’s going to hear us, someone’s gonna find out. Someone’s gonna know.

My first climax rushed past as the second was approaching full swing. My legs wobbled before he snatched my other up, letting the other down as I instinctively wrapped them around his waist as I pulled him close. “Look at you, in absolute bliss all because of me..” he growled while smirking, I knew he was. Levi could get cocky at times and fuck was he good at it.

“Who can get you like this, Brat? Who’s Captain of this pussy? Who does it belong to?” He asked, while my nails gripped his shoulders. “Y-you! It belongs to you! It’s Levi Ackerman’s! I-It’s yours!” I screamed, unknowingly while my eyes rolled back. My tongue slipped out, I sucked in deep and quick gasps as my climax slammed into me like a crashing wave.

My toes curled as I squeezed him, squirting all over him. His moan echoed in my head while he gripped my hips, slamming himself inside me at a rough pace until he climax, his tip filling me up while we pant in unison.

Once we calmed down, I moved my hands off his shoulders and kissed his nose. “Were you jealous?” I asked suddenly as he scoffed. “I don’t get jealous over stupid things like that, I knew that kiss wasn’t anything.” He responded while I gave him my best ‘really’ face.

“I just didn’t like the fact he was all over you, if our relationship is public or not. He should understand boundaries.” He finished, setting me back on my feet, grabbing my shorts. “And you are jealous because someone kissed your secret girlfriend, don’t worry Levi. I understand.” I said slipping them on as I fixed my shirt.

“I’ll talk to him in the morning and settle t-“

“Oh Daddy!” Someone moaned in a mocking tone as we paused. My eyes grew as big as saucers as I looked up from the cliff as Eren, Jean and Connie all poked their heads out. “Go captain! Get some!” Eren commented as embarrassment flooded through my body. I looked at Levi as he looked at them with a look he usually gave to Titans, the silent rage in his eyes as he spoke.

“You’re all dead.”

[dallaswinstonsleatherjacket]

Concussion-Ponyboy Curtis 

(Im actually kind of excited about this one)

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It had all started three days ago, when Richard Astor, one of the more commonly seen Socs, pushed me against the lockers after third period so hard I hit my head. He made it out to be an accident, but I knew that was only ‘cause Ol’ Mrs. Lowell was standing right there.

I don't know how Steve or Two didn't see it, since they were both there that day and usually were in the same halls as I was, but I didn't see either of them, and they must not have seen me either, cause Soda and Darry didn't say anything when I got home. I was glad, too. The whole gang fusses too much over me, and I know it's ‘cause my brothers are all scared of losing me after losing mom and dad. I get it, I’d go nuts if anything happened to them either, but still.

Anyway, good old Curly Shepard, a kid from a neighboring gang of greasers happened to see. He and I are pretty close, I tutor him with math sometimes and we get along pretty well. Our gangs might not, at least not all the time, but two kids like us have to stick together in a Soc-filled school.

Curly raised an eyebrow as I passed him, but didn't comment until after lunch. He had dragged me to the bathrooms and made me do that concussion test that his older brother Tim always makes him do after he hits his head real hard. I didn't feel real bad, I just wanted to get to English, so he let me go.

I didn’t feel anything at all besides a pain in my head until I got to the DX later that day. Steve had driven me there somewhat begrudgingly, but there was no getting out of it, because he had a shift there anyway and I was supposed to walk home with my brother.

Soda walked out to the front to meet us, and I tried to get out of the car but only narrowly avoided falling to the ground because Soda caught me just in time.

“Hey, Pone, you okay there?” Soda's voice was cheerful but his eyes were worried. He reminded me of Darry at that moment, and I shivered.

“Yeah, sorry. Just-stood up funny.” I wrenched myself to my feet, deciding that this was not the time to be dizzy.

Soda walked close behind me as I stalked indignantly through the DX and took a seat near where Soda usually sits. There were no cars Steve needed to work on, so he refrained from heading to the garage and instead stayed in the air-conditioned store, grabbing himself and Soda a coke before taking a seat on the stool next to me.

Steve and Soda started talking about some old convertible that came in the other day, and I started to doze off, to be honest. My head hurt a whole hell of a lot, and I wanted nothing more than to be at home in my bed.

“Pony. Pony, hey, kid-”

My eyes flew open and I was still at the bar stools around the counter at the DX, and both Steve and Soda were looking at me.

Soda reached as if to feel my temperature, and I tried to swat him away and nearly fell off the stool. As I caught my balance, Soda managed to press the back of his hand to my forehead.

“You feel a little warm…” I pulled away and managed a glare at both of them, cause they were looking at me like I was a little kid.

“I should take you home-Steve, can I take the truck?”

I would have liked nothing more than to drive home and sink into my bed, but Steve's glare, whether about the truck or having to man the register and the garage, made me resist.

“Soda-I’m fine, honest. I'm just tired-school today-”

“No one hurt you, did they?” Soda's eyes widened and he looked over at Steve, who shrugged and looked at me.

“No-I just feel fine-I’m fine, right Steve?” I looked over at Steve, and decided if he wanted his truck or his friend for the afternoon, it was his choice.

Steve raised his hands as if to ask to leave him out of it, but Soda raised his eyebrows and Steve looked between the two of them.

“I mean, Kid, you know how you feel-and Soda, if you think he caught something, take him home. I can manage here”

Soda tried to feel my forehead again, but I ducked this time, and Steve clicked his tongue at me. “Little Curtis, if I knew you were going to be such a damn pain-”

That's the last thing I remember before I fell off my stool.

*

When I opened my eyes next it seemed like I wasn't at the DX anymore, and I recognized the wallpaper of our living room.

“Oh, god, Pony-” Soda whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

If I had enough strength to hold any sort of conversation I would have asked him what for, but instead I forced myself to keep my eyes open.

Soda must have sensed I didn't want to talk because he continued. “You fell off your stool at the DX-I don't know why, I think you were dizzy, and you only blacked out for a bit, and then you woke up and started mumbling before falling asleep-god, Pony, I’m awful sorry.”

I still couldn't speak well, and my head felt heavy to hold up, but I watched out of the corner of my eye as Steve walked into the room, coming over to the couch and leaning over the back of it to look at me. My face felt hot and I wanted to turn away.

“That was some performance, huh Little Curtis?” Steve grinned.

Soda glared at him and turned back to me.

“You need anything, Pony? Darry’s almost home and he-”

I could feel all my muscles tense and I almost sprung up, only stopped by Steve holding my shoulder down.

“Darry? Darry can't come home, you shouldn't have called him-I'll rest, I promise, tell him I’m okay-”

The front door slammed and Darry walked in, work boots caked with mud and drywall, and he didn't even take them off by the door as he hurried over.

“Ponyboy, Pony, are you okay?” Darry’s hands were surprisingly gentle, one on my forehead and the other holding my hand loosely.

“I’m fine, honestly Darry.”

Darry shook his head. “You definitely have a fever, Pone, you're slurring your words, Soda says you were all dizzy at the DX-”

I shot a glare at Soda, which he didn’t return and instead looked up at Steve, who shrugged again.

“Kiddo, you have to tell me what happened.” Darry’s voice was stern, and he pushed my bangs back and adjusted the pillows behind my head.

“I hit m’ head” I let myself close my eyes, it hurt to keep them open, the light seemed too bright. I let my head rest back on the pillows and I kept quiet, not offering any more detail.

I could feel Darry's eyes searching me for more, but I lay still and didn't make a noise, until he either decided he would try later or that was all I had to say.

“Alright. Pone, we’re gonna get you to your bedroom, okay, so you can rest?”

“I can walk, Darry” I said, and tried to sit up.

Both Darry and Soda helped lift me to my feet, and I took about three steps before feeling like I wanted to throw up and sitting back down on the couch.

I pretended not to notice as Darry lifted me up easily and started down the hallway. I still felt so dizzy from even trying to stand up, and having Darry carry me was about equal embarrassment to falling, without the pain.

Steve and Soda followed Darry, although I'm not sure why Steve was even still here. It's not like he cared about me anyway, although I did notice he looked more concerned, and the smirk was wiped off his face.

Soda pulled the covers back and Darry lay me down gently and covered me with them, arranging my head on the pillows. Steve hovered awkwardly by the doorway, as if he were unsure whether to stay or go.

The door slammed shut and I winced at the noise, turning my face into the pillow. Steve used it as an excuse to go meet whoever was at the door, and Darry sat on the edge of the bed.

“Hey, kiddo. I'm so sorry, Pony, I know you feel like shit.”

My eyes were fluttering closed, but I reached for Darry’s hand, wanting suddenly nothing more than to have his arms around me.

“Rest, okay? I’ll be right here, I promise.” Darry’s voice was getting softer, and I could feel myself falling asleep.

*

“You think it's a concussion?”

My eyes fluttered open for a second, just enough time to see Darry and Two-bit seated at the edge of my bed, talking to each other quietly.

“I dunno, Two. It looks a lot like the one I got when I played football-he's all dizzy and everything, and really tired..” Darry sighed. “If it's a concussion all we can do is wait anyway, and get him to rest.”

It was silent for a minute.

“I should have been with him..I skipped school today to go down to that race with Dally, I could’ve driven him straight home and avoided a lot of this mess…” Two-bits voice was sober, the most serious I've ever heard him.

Darry seemed to have shook his head, and I heard him sigh again. “It's not your fault. I don’t think he just hit his head either, he seems off in general. He might have a cold along with whatever else. I just wish he didn't feel like this, like he needed to hide things from me.”

I shifted a little, turning more on my side and groaning quietly. My head hurt like hell, and I felt sick to my stomach, so I kept my eyes closed. I could feel Darry and Two-bit watching me, but they must have thought I was still asleep.

“So what did your work say?” Two-bit asked in a quieter tone, and I stiffened. What if he was let off because of me?

“I told my boss what happened. He told me it was no problem-he has kids, he understands. I just need to be with Pony if anything happens. I wish-I wish I had enough money to take him to get properly checked out but…”

They were both silent again, and I was filled with anger at myself, for being so dumb and causing so much trouble, and Soda for calling Darry, and stupid Socs and stupid school and-

“Pony?” Darry spoke quietly still, and I turned and pushed myself up on my forearms, forcing my eyes open.

“Yeah?” Golly, my head hurts.

“You need anything to eat or drink? It's past dinnertime, kiddo, you were asleep for a while.”

My stomach turned at the thought of eating anything, and I turned back over to face the window. Sure enough, it was dark outside, and I could hear the chatter of Soda and Steve, and maybe Johnny and Dally, coming from the living room.

“Not hungry.” I said finally, and Darry nodded. Then I said “Is everyone here?” I knew Dally wasn't, he never comes for dinner or stays over, but everyone else could be.

“Everyone but Johnny.” Darry said, and then rubbed his face with his hands like he does when he’s stressed. I didn't know whether he was stressed about me, or Johnny, or something else.

Darry stood up, walking over and sitting on the edge of my bed, closer to me. Running the back of his hand over my forehead, he managed a grim smile.

“Fevers down.”

Two-bit grinned at me cheerfully, and stood up, leaning over to ruffle my hair. “Hey, Pone, all banged up again aren't ya?”

I winced at the touch but smiled back, and Two-bit headed out to the living room. Darry stayed.

“You'll call me if you need anything?”

“Yes, Darry.”

“Alright.” Darry started to leave, but then turned back. “Hey-was Johnny at school today?”

I shook my head.

Darry's eyes changed, but he nodded and closed the door.

*

I must have dozed off again because the next thing I knew it was dark outside, and a hand on my shoulder was gently waking me.

My eyes didn't hurt quite so much, and I blinked a couple times before turning.

Johnny was there, his hair almost invisible in the dark except for where it fell in wild curls over his face. He looked as though he had been patched up recently, I assumed by Darry, he had a bandage across his face and a couple more that disappeared below his collar.

“Hey,” he said softly, and I grinned.

“Darry said you should take this-I think you fell asleep before he could give it to you earlier.” He handed me a small pill and a glass of water, which I swallowed, and set the cup on the nightstand.

We sat there in silence for a minute. Johnny and I can do that, we can sit without talking and still understand everything the other is thinking.

I shifted so I was sitting, and then I moved over enough so Johnny could lay next to me. He clambered onto the bed and we both lay down and stared at the ceiling.

He didn't ask what happened, and I didn’t ask either. We both knew.

That's how I fell asleep that night, Johnny curled up beside me. I’m sure he would be gone the next morning, slipping out at the break of dawn before anyone woke up, meeting Dally at the lot or around Bucks. I could picture Darry padding down the hallway and settling into his bed, I could picture Soda curling up in Darry’s big easy chair, and Two-bit and Steve flopping down onto the couch.

My head started to hurt again, so I closed my eyes. Johnny’s soft breathing beside me and the quiet chatter from the living room lulled me to sleep.

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antidote

pairing | mason x sofía

word count | 2.4k

warnings | mention of rook’s death and breaking her wrist when she was a kid, so you know. a little angst. some suggestive language towards the end!

author’s note | so this is my late entry for day one of warm in wayhaven, cooking – as usual when i’m writing these two i can’t shut up for the life of me

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He wakes up from his first nap in a week to the smell of chicken.

There’s only one person in the entire warehouse that could be cooking at 2 in the morning without burning the place down.

He trods barefoot down the dark hallway, his sweatpants hung low off his hips.

Putting on pants was a formality, really. But he had roommates that’d have aneurysms over anything less, so he’s usually at least half clothed when he ventures outside of his room.

The smell gets a lot stronger, mixes with other scents the closer he gets.

Her heartbeat’s stronger in his ears, though, so he keeps going, despite the way his nose is crinkled and his fists are clenched.

When he makes his way to the kitchen, he stops at the doorway, perching his hip against the frame.

She’s pulled a chair up to the stove, chin balanced on her knees that are up against her chest.

Her eyes are glued to the big silver pot that sits there, steam leaking out from the ventilation tiny holes in the lid.

Her hair’s tossed up in a messy bun, and from the glimmer of light from the overhead light above the stove, he can see that a few strands are plastered to the back of her neck and forehead.

She reaches out to twist the knob all the way to the left, then struggles to pick the pot up.

Despite him not announcing himself, he’s next to her in a flash, moving the pot to the other burner in a flash.

“Oh, hey,” she murmurs distractedly. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“Nah.”

She nods, barely even giving him a second glance, grabbing the lid and placing it on the counter.

The steam threatens to curl higher and higher, but with a quick flip of a switch, the stove’s fan is pulling it into its vents.

There’s something definitely wrong with her – she’ll bake cupcakes for an elementary school bake sale at 2 a.m., but never soup. Who the fuck makes soup in the dead of night?

“I’m not an expert on human food by any means,” he starts, grimacing at the way the scent wafts towards him when she swirls the wooden spoon through the broth. “But why the hell are you making soup when it’s hot as fuck outside?”

She shrugs, dipping the spoon flat against the surface of the hot broth, filling it to the brim. “I was hungry.”

She brings it to her mouth, lips pursed, and blows on it, thin tendrils of steam floating towards him.

He’s still trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with her when she sips it, a small tired smile blooming across her features.

The soft breathy hum that buzzes from her throat is low enough for both of them to hear, nearly matching the pitch of the whirring fan.

He doesn’t wanna press his luck with her, considering they're being civil.

It’d been a week since they were ambushed and she came face to face with her attempted kidnapper.

Things between Mason and Sofía were already… complicated, to say the least.

Different attitudes, different wants, different needs. He’d managed to fail in all three of those categories, disappointing her over and over without really trying to.

There was a certain level of avoidance from the both of them for the days following the ambushing. It’s not that he wanted to get her alone nor he did he care if she was avoiding him, but this was the first time he’d been alone with her all week, so he wasn’t going to actively try to fuck this up.

“That’s it?” he asked, keeping it simple.

She ignores him, instead flitting around the kitchen to grab a bowl and a spoon.

Well, she’d be amicable if she kept quiet – she wasn’t wrong with that one.

He watches as she fishes out sliced vegetables, an ear of corn, and chicken, then fills the bowl to the brim with broth.

Setting it on the table, she grabs a stained tortilla warmer from the microwave and scoots up to her bowl, digging in with one hand, a tortilla rolled in the other.

She’s still sweating under the heat, her chest glistening, the seams of her tattered tank damp underneath her armpits.

He sinks into the chair across from her, arms crossed. 

“You gonna keep ignoring me?”

“Maybe,” she says from behind her hand (and around a mouthful of veggies).

“Tell me to leave, then, and I’ll go. Just say the word, sweetheart.”

He knows she won’t.

She lifts her eyes from the bowl to meet his own lazy gaze. Without saying another word, she dunks her rolled tortilla in the broth and takes a bite.

“That’s what I thought. You gonna tell me what’s wrong?”

“You’re not that invested in my life outside of work, are you?” She challenges, mashing the back of her spoon against a vegetable until it’s smooth, scooping it up with a little broth and popping it into her mouth.

He shrugs. “I just know you’re lying, that’s all.”

“You lie all the time,” she counters immediately, pointing the tip of the spoon at him.

“When?” He knows she’s right, but she hasn’t brought it up since she stormed away from him outside of the warehouse, drenched and shivering.

“You lied at the bakery.”

Bingo.

He leans forward till his elbows are on the table, resting his chin on the back of his interlaced fingers.

“So that’s what you’re upset about.”

He’s a foot away from her, the temptation of closing the gap between them nearly tugging his shoulders forward.

Her face contorts into a grimace, bordering on disgust. “That’s not at the forefront of my mind, no.”

She swirls her spoon around the bowl, eyes following the movements of her wrist.

“I hate the summer. I always have.”

He stifles a wince as he leans back until his bare back presses against the cool plastic.

“Bad things always happen to me in the summer, you know? Dad died during the summer. Mom forgot to pick me up at science camp for a full twenty-four hours when I was 9, and I had to spend a whole day alone with no friends after everyone had gone home. That’s also the same summer she took her first month-long assignment.

“The next summer, they extended it from a month to a full summer. I broke my wrist on my neighbor’s trampoline, and she didn’t even visit me until my cast was getting sawed off.

“Bobby dumped me for the first time during the summer before he studied abroad so he could sleep with whoever he wanted.”

She shakes her head, dropping the spoon and tortilla.

“Sorry, I, uh, I’m just happier in the fall and winter,” she smiles apologetically.

“And that’s why you’re makin’ soup at 2 a.m.?” He asks, eyeing her warily.

“Yeah, kinda. It sounds stupid when you put it like that, really,” she giggles, scooting the bowl forward so she can rest her elbows there too, her chin in her hands.

A sigh escapes her, low and grim. “This dish is really special to me.”

He waits for her to continue, but she just sinks her teeth into her bottom lip instead, chewing nervously at the skin there.

He kicks his toe against her slipper clad foot, a gentle nudge to get her to speak.

He’s gotten pretty good at reassuring her without words, he thinks. Better than when they first met, that’s for damn sure.

“My favorite picture of my dad and I is one where I’m sitting at my high chair and I barely have two teeth in my mouth and my dad is feeding me mashed zucchini and yucca root. He’s laughing and smiling like he wouldn’t rather be doing anything else in the entire world than eating soup with his daughter.”

Mason stiffens at the mention of her father, and even worse so, feels remorse start to trickle into his bones.

It’s stupid to think he could’ve done anything. He pushes those thoughts to the side, recognizing the remaining scrappy morsels of humanity in him clawing its way to the surface. Impulse has always been the most human part of him – maybe she’s changing that.

He doesn’t really know who he was before this, but what he does know is any inkling of humanity he has surfaces when he’s with her.

Yeah, he can’t feel what it’s like to lose a parent, but watching Sofía tear up over bittersweet memories was enough on its own.

“Your dad cooked?”

“Yeah, from what I can remember, yeah. All of our old cookbooks are in his and my abuela’s handwriting.”

She looks like she wanted to say something more, so he leans back, arms across his chest, waiting.

“When I was in high school, I tried making it on my own and it was so shitty. I wanted to surprise Rebecca, because I knew she was getting back from a stressful work trip, and I couldn’t do it like he did. She didn’t even notice that I’d tried,” she sighs, picking up her spoon again to sip the broth.

She hums again, chews, swallows.

“I don’t know why I was so naive back then, you know? I thought I could chop a couple veggies and toss them into seasoned water and it’d turn out just like Dad made it.

“In reality, I didn’t even know what it tasted like. My mom described the taste to me once before, but she never cooked, so I just went off of what she told me. I romanticized the whole thing right down to making up the flavor in my own head.”

“That’s probably why I made the soup tonight. I miss when I was happy, but even then, what the fuck did that even look like to me? I’m just telling myself I was happy because I saw photos of me being happy, but I can’t recall that feeling by memory at all.”

She darts a hand under her eyes to rub it away before he notices, but he can see her eyes glistening.

“How am I homesick for a life that was never really great to begin with, you know?”

He leans forward, brows furrowed. “It doesn’t matter if you can’t remember. Fuck those old memories. Make new ones.”

He’s speaking from the heart now, compelled to say something before his mind can stop him.

Chuckling with a quick sniffle, she gets up to grab a drink from the fridge. “I know you mean well, but it’s hard when you’ve got an active bounty on your head.”

“Things will get better.” He’s not a beacon of positivity in the slightest, but she’s too good to be feeling this bad, so he has to say something.

“Things can get better.”

“What?”

“It’s not guaranteed. Not for me, at least. Probability’s never worked out in my favor,” she smiles weakly, unscrewing the cap to the water and sipping it politely.

“You’ve got a team making sure things will get better, sweetheart. No matter what.”

“You’re all here by force, though. After you leave, I’m still gonna be stuck here, and –”

She waves her free hand, the other one gripping the damp water bottle.

“I’m sorry. I’m just tired. I’ll be less of a mess in the morning.”

“Not all of us,” he says, delayed, but hoping she gets it.

“Not all of us what?”

“Are here by force.”

She grips the bottle harder, the plastic crackling. She knows what he means now.

“That’s… uh, good to know,” she murmurs, a smile tugging at her features. “Thanks.”

“Didn’t do anything to warrant a thanks.”

She rolls her eyes, sitting back down at the table. “You’re gonna have to get used to my manners, Mason.”

“Never,” he smirks, leaning over the table, over the soup, running his thumb over her bottom lip before standing.

“You don’t like it because you don’t have any.”

He snorts, a hearty laugh ripping out of his vocal cords and echoing off the tile flooring. “Damn right.”

She smiles, too, this time though with her whole body. It’s dim in the kitchen, but she’s shining nonetheless.

The smell’s grown on him a little bit. The shit honestly reeks, but he doesn’t mind it.

He follows her when she makes her way to the cabinets underneath the countertops, retrieving a big glass bowl.

When she bends down, he tentatively steps behind her, leaving a hair’s width space between them. He’s hesitating to touch her, even as she glances back at him reassuringly and closes the gap between his stomach and her back.

The hum that leaves her this time as he hooks a lazy arm around her waist sounds just like the one she let out when she tasted the soup.

She gently guides his hands to grip the edges of the bowl while she pulls the pot closer.

“So what’s this shit called?” He asks, crinkling his nose as she ladles it in, grimacing when some splashes his hand.

He knows he’s there for something, but he can’t quite remember what for when she licks the stray drops from his thumb.

“Caldo de pollo,” she smiles, snapping the plastic top until it’s airtight, guiding him to the fridge.

He knows “pollo” is Spanish from the times Felix watched kids shows to pick up on English. (He could never quite shake the looping sound byte of Felix’s southern drawl saying “poy-yo” when he discovered Dora the Explorer.)

“You gotta make it for Nate sometime,” he suggests, wrapping his other arm around her waist when she closes the fridge door.

She turns in his grasp, splaying her hands on his bare chest, dragging her thumbs over the tuft of hair in the middle of it.

“Thank you, really,” she whispers, eyes trained on her moving hands. “I mean it.”

He’s shit at accepting thanks with words, so instead he kisses her. He fights the urge to deepen it, to open his mouth to taste her.

She’s not ready to let him in like that just yet. He thinks it’s enough that she’s letting him touch her at least.

The lingering taste of chicken is disgusting, but he’s enduring it, because Sofía’s humming like he’s the best thing she’s tasted in years.

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I’m Always Curious Part Twenty Two

Previous Part | Next Part |  Masterlist Notes: I hope everyone’s having a good week 💕 Warnings: Fluffy chapter, though there is also some plot in here. Also the gif is indicative of certain events in this chapter that can’t be described because this fic is rated T. Summary: “You gonna see your… Friend?” Thira waggled her eyebrows up at me.

After four days on Novisis, I could sort of understand how people retired to planets like it. I’d started relaxing quite a bit myself. Chris and I had spent more time together, which was great, but we weren’t joined at the hip, either. It was a nice balance between the two of us - I didn’t feel like I was missing out on spending time with him. I slept in my room with Thira for the next few nights, went for runs with Una in the mornings. I saw Chris for lunch or dinner, went back to his room for what were becoming increasingly touchy make outs that were getting more and more difficult to tear myself away from, and then headed back to my and Thira’s room to translate some Klingon before bed. --

“You coming out with us tonight?” Thira asked. I glanced away from where I was choosing my outfit. “Ah-- Not for the whole time, I’ve got plans. But I can meet you for a drink?” “Oh, your plans,” Thira repeated, stepping around to sit on the edge of my bed, “You gonna see your… Friend?” She waggled her eyebrows up at me, and I chuckled. “Yes.” “You gonna tell me who it is?” “No.” “Is it someone from the ship?” “Maaaaybe.” 

“So this isn’t like a planetary vacation fling?” “...Maaaaybe.” “That’s a no,” Thira said knowingly. She smiled before pushing herself off of the bed. “Well, whoever it is,” She added, “I’d go with that one.” She pointed to the shirt I’d been considering, and I nodded. “Good choice,” I sighed, picking it up and looking it over. 

--

“You failed Astrophysics?” I repeated, stunned. “Horribly,” Chris laughed, nodding, “Big ol’ red ‘F’ on my transcript.” “Wow. I can’t imagine you failing at...Anything like that.” Chris chuckled, shaking his head, “I am human, you know.” “I do know, I’ve been told, yeah.” “Who by?” “Una. She’s got all the best dirt on people.” “Oh yeah? What else has she told you about me?” He folded his arms on the table and leaned forward. “Not much. Mostly that you’re a nerd for horses, which I knew already.” 

--

I stopped to grab a drink with Thira and Connolly before heading up to meet Chris at his room. He opened the door and stepped back, ushering me inside and shutting the door behind me. “What took you so long?” “You miss me?” I teased, tipping my head to the side and taking a few slow steps back into his room. “Might’ve,” Chris conceded, reaching out and taking hold of me by my waist. “Well, blame Connolly. He started talking about baseball and I got trapped. I had to wait for Spock to show, I couldn’t leave Thira to sports chat,” I said, sliding my hands over Chris’ forearms. He chuckled, ducking his head and pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth. I smiled, turning my head and pecking Chris’ lips. He hummed, tugging me closer and sliding his hand along the hem of my shirt. “Are you staying tonight?” He murmured. “I could. You want me to?” “I want you to,” Chris turned his head, brushing kisses across my jaw, “I always want you to.”

--

I woke up to the feeling of Chris’ fingers skimming over my thigh. I hummed quietly as a kiss was pressed between my shoulder blades. “Hi,” I mumbled. “Good morning.” I reached down, intertwining our fingers and wrapping his arm around me. Chris curled closer, brushing his cheek against my neck. I shivered, smiling. “You should let your stubble grow out more often,” I mumbled, “Feels good... Looks hot.” “I’ve been told it looks uncouth.” “Una?” “Mhm.” “She’s incorrect. Can’t believe it’s finally happened, but she’s incorrect.” Chris chuckled, the sound deep and soft, reverberating against my back. We went quiet for a few minutes, with Chris absently pressing kisses to my neck and shoulders. I lowered my head, brushing kisses over his knuckles. “Can you stay tonight, too?” He murmured, “Only one more night on leave.” “I know,” I sighed, “I’m gonna miss this.” “You can spend nights on the ship, too.” “I know, but… I don’t know,” I shifted, rolling onto my back and looking up at Chris, “Won’t be the same.” I reached up, stroking my fingers over his stubble. He tipped his head up, kissing my forehead before he leaned down, pressing his lips to mine. I closed my eyes, sighing quietly and leaning into Chris’ hand as his hand brushed up my side. I pouted, leaning back at the sound of a knock on the door. “What the hell?” I mumbled. “Captain? I’m looking for someone,” Una’s voice came from the other side of the door. Chris pushed himself up, brow furrowing. “You don’t think she means…?” He asked softly. I shook my head. “No--” “Thira said she didn’t stay in her room last night,” Una added, “Cornwell has been trying to reach her, but her communicator seems to be off.” I was quiet for a moment before I reached out, taking hold of my communicator from the bedside table. I flicked it on before I tuned to Una’s channel, “Give me five minutes.” 

“Fine,” Una’s voice came from the other side of the door and through my communicator in tandem. I shut the communicator and tossed it back onto the bedside table. I sighed, scrubbing my hand over my forehead. Chris’ arms tugged me back toward him.  “You can get dressed in two minutes, right?” He murmured, dropping a kiss to my neck, “That gives us three minutes.” 

I laughed quietly, combing my fingers through Chris’ hair. “How did I ever think you were a good influence, huh? The man fails astrophysics and gives me two minutes to get dressed, I cannot believe it.” I drew Chris in for one last kiss before I got up to find my clothes. I could feel him watching me, and I tried not to dwell on the feeling. I sat on the edge of the bed, leaning down as I tied my sneakers. “Second time Cornwell’s pulling you from leave for work. Feel like I’m losing you to Kat.” I glanced back at Chris, brow furrowing. “Don’t be ridiculous,” I stood, straightening my shirt, “I’m sure this is just some-- Some thing with the attaché. We’ll work through this, I’ll be back down in like an hour probably.” I didn’t believe it even as I said it, but I leaned down, cupping Chris’ cheeks and leaning in for a kiss. He hummed, mumbled, “Make it half an hour.” I laughed as I stepped away from the bed. “I’ll try, but you know Larilians are slow talkers.” I grabbed my communicator from the bedside table and flicked it open, comming Una: “Coast clear?” “Yes.” I shot Chris a wink before I opened the door, stepping into the hall. Una was in her uniform, leaning against the opposite wall. “I’ll head down to my room and get dressed quick--” “Don’t worry about that,” Una shook her head. “Why?” I asked, even as Una opened her communicator and said, “Two to beam up.”

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[mithranqueersmusings]

Three’s a Crowd

Chapter: 1/1

Rating: E (Smut Warning)

Summary: The boys get high and get a little carried away.

Tags: Smut, Foursome

Pairing: George/Ringo/Paul/John

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Ringo wasn't entirely sure how long he'd been staring at George for, but it must've been long enough that it was starting to get a little strange.

"What?" George asked rather bluntly, slight panic behind his eyes.

Ringo managed to shake himself out of whatever daze he was falling into, forcing a smile to his friend and straightening his posture somewhat.

"Sorry..." Ringo chuckled "Just spacing out a bit, this is strong stuff."

John laughed from the other side of the room, Ringo turned his head far too quickly and his vision blurred a little. It felt like he'd jumped forward in time, hardly being able to remember anything that had happened leading up to where he was now. There were still several lines cut out on the table, a crumpled up bank note beside them ready for whoever needed it, a solid reminder of exactly why he felt like this.

"Not gonna pass out on us, are you Rings?" John asked with a grin, he was sitting on the arm of the sofa besides Paul despite the fact that many seats were free.

"Fucking hope not." Ringo fished around in his pockets for a cigarette, something to perk him up a little but he couldn't find any.

"Here." Paul said without much hesitation, chucking a dwindling packet into Ringo's lap.

Ringo smiled in thanks, finding it difficult to still his hand completely to take out a cigarette but managing all the same. Rooting around for a lighter, Ringo was unsuccessful in his search yet again and looked around at the others for some assistance. It was difficult to tell exactly how intoxicated everyone was, especially when Ringo was far from sober, but the vacant look in each of their eye's was enough to go off. Paul and John didn't even seem to notice Ringo's gaze on them, both staring off into space with Paul's head gently leaning against John's arm. Ringo turned his eyes to George who took a few seconds to register why Ringo hadn't lit the cigarette hanging off his lips, so he got up and inched a few steps closer with his lighter in hand. At first Ringo wasn't entirely sure why George didn't just pass it to him, but he was mostly glad because he wasn't sure his fingers would be capable of such a complex task, nor did he suspect any of their brain's were functioning properly at this moment.

"Thanks." Ringo mumbled, still gripping the cigarette between his lips as George bent down slightly to light it.

George's pupils were immensely dilated, as though his eyes hadn't been dark enough already, they took on an entirely new appearance now. It took a few moments to get the lighter to work, evidently George wasn't as capable as he'd expected himself to be. Ringo looked up at him with a sympathetic look but found himself a little startled when he managed to focus on his face; his eyebrows knitted together in concentration and a sharp canine slightly biting into his lip as he repeatedly tried to get the lighter to work. The moment only lasted for a few seconds, Ringo wasn't entirely sure why he was looking at George so differently now but luckily the cigarette was lit and George moved away before he could think too much of it. Maybe he had taken a little too much, that would explain why his heart had suddenly started maniacally beating in his chest, surely.

"Round two?" John asked with a clap of his hands, startling Paul somewhat who lifted his head off of John immediately.

"We're way past round two, John." George laughed, Ringo swore his voice sounded deeper.

John was already kneeling beside the table again, his eyes twitching somewhat "Whatever, whatever..." Was all he muttered before snorting up another line eagerly, a smile spreading across his face immediately afterwards "Anyone else?"

Ringo looked at the other two somewhat warily, he felt pretty good already and it was getting into dangerous territory now, but he couldn't deny he wanted just that little bit more. Paul scooted down beside John and repeated the action, his eyes fluttering shut as he let out an exhale. John had to help him stand back up, although Ringo wasn't sure that was entirely the truth because even after sitting back down Paul still had his fingers wrapped around John's bicep. George raised an eyebrow at Ringo, nodding his head to ask whether he wanted to go first.

"I dunno..." Ringo sighed "Might be taking it a little too far."

John scoffed "Oh come off it. You're fine."

George didn't say a word, just shifted past Ringo and knelt down beside the table. As he moved he brushed against Ringo ever so slightly, and he almost flinched in response. He must've just been getting a little jumpy, that was all...

"Don't bully him." Paul practically mumbled, his eyes still shut.

"Bully? Why I never." John's voice shifted, far lower than it had been previously as he looked down at Paul with a devilish grin.

George threw himself onto the sofa beside Ringo, letting his head fall backwards as his tongue ran slowly over his front teeth. Ringo let out a small noise, he wasn't entirely sure where it had come from but he was just glad nobody seemed to take notice. He found himself staring at George again, his eyes shut in bliss as his tongue continued to move out across his top lip. He'd never seen George look like this before, had he? He looked good, dark hair and sharp features. George began opening his eyes slowly and Ringo immediately pulled his eyes away, moving himself quickly in front of the table to do another line. Maybe this was a bad idea, but he had to quieten whatever this voice in the back of his mind was trying to tell him. His nose had practically become numb, he could hardly even feel the powder shooting up his nose. Standing up a little too quickly, he almost lost his balance and felt himself falling backwards slightly but George's hand moved up to steady him.

"You alright?" George asked, his fingers gripping around Ringo's wrist with his other palm flat against his back.

Ringo let out a weak laugh "Yeah, yeah..." He steadied his footing and managed to regain somewhat steady vision but almost stumbled again when he saw what was happening in front of him.

John had pushed Paul further onto the sofa, pressing his body flat against him, capturing his mouth loosely in a heated kiss. Part of Ringo wasn't even surprised, he'd had suspicions for a long time that something had been going on between the two of them but he'd never actually seen anything. It was a beautiful sight, Ringo couldn't deny, with John's hand loosely wrapped around Paul's neck as he submitted completely.

"What the fuck." George breathed out, his fingers still tightly grasping Ringo's wrist.

Paul's eyes opened for a moment, seeing his two bandmates staring in complete shock made him chuckle. John didn't lose focus for a second, wedging his leg between Paul's own and deepening the kiss. Paul let out a soft moan in response and Ringo felt his legs giving way, he fell back onto the sofa unable to take his eyes away. George was still holding onto Ringo, his slim fingers pressed against the bare skin.

"Er- Guys?" Ringo spoke a little louder, as though volume had been the problem and it seemed to shake George a little as he suddenly let go and shifted a little further away.

John let out a huff, finally turning his head to face them "Can't you see that I'm busy?"

"Do you have to do that now?" George sounded agitated, he'd folded his arms across his chest in an attempt to look intimidating but his words were slurred.

Paul let out a needy whine, Ringo's mouth dropped open slightly upon hearing it, he still hadn't been able to drag his eyes away. John looked back at the desperate man below him and grinned, Ringo had expected him to just carry on even more intensely than before but instead he stood up and started making his way over to the two of them, he had a dark look in his eyes. George looked a little frightened as John inched closer towards him, Ringo hadn't even noticed that Paul had started moving too.

"Give us a drag." Paul almost whispered, gesturing to the cigarette Ringo had completely forgotten he was even holding.

Ringo took a moment before he even registered what was happening, opened his mouth to utter a reply but Paul was already sliding into his lap like they'd done this a thousand times before. He took the cigarette from Ringo's fingers and inhaled deeply, his lips looking irresistibly soft and inviting. Ringo knew none of them were acting entirely rationally, the drugs had gone to all of their heads but that didn't make the feeling any less real. Paul was practically straddling Ringo, blowing the smoke out directly into Ringo's face and smiling down at him. His mind was barely capable of thinking, his body was making all the decisions for him as his hand moved up to rub gently against Paul's slim hips which seemed like the right thing to do because Paul leaned in closer and pressed a gentle kiss against Ringo's jaw.

"Fuck..." George breathed out, Ringo assumed he was reacting to the sight of him and Paul but he was completely mistaken.

John was on his knees in front of George, pressing kisses and nibbling lightly up his slim thighs drawing closer and closer to his cock. Ringo wasn't entirely sure exactly when George had discarded his trousers and boxers, but the sight was more than enough to stir something inside him. For a brief moment, George and Ringo's eyes met and they shared a look of both confusion and sheer ecstasy as they both allowed themselves to be pleasured by their equally intoxicated bandmates. Ringo's attention was quickly pulled away when Paul began kissing his lips, moving far beyond the previous gentle ones and becoming far more animalistic and desperate with his tongue pushing past Ringo's compliant lips. Had he been sober, Ringo probably would've been freaking out by this point, but his mind was in a dense haze of pleasure and all he could do was enjoy the feeling. Ringo found his hands were roaming, one gripping the flesh of Paul's arse and the other wrapping around the back of his neck. Paul let out quiet moans as they explored one another, neither holding back.

They weren't the only two enjoying themselves, John had started to swallow down George's erection with ease. Wanton moans and sighs of desperation poured out of George's mouth, they sounded absolutely godly and Ringo found himself getting more and more aggressive as he kissed Paul, biting at his lips and digging his fingers into his soft skin. Ringo wasn't sure how long this had been going on for, but eventually Paul pulled away with a very satisfied smile and settled down beside John who's eyes were beginning to water. Neither of them communicated, as though they knew exactly what the other was planning on doing, as John pulled his mouth off of George for a moment and began focusing on his balls whilst Paul shifted on his knees to begin taking the head of George's cock in his mouth.

"Jesus." George almost yelled at the overstimulation, his eyes shooting open as he directed his gaze over to Ringo, who was feeling a little left out "Come here."

George pulled Ringo towards him without further hesitation, his fingers sinking into his hair as their lips crashed together somewhat messily. It was different to kissing Paul, Ringo couldn't deny that something about George was far more appealing as he deepened the kiss without a second thought. As much as Ringo would've happily enjoyed the view of Paul and John practically fighting to get their mouths around George, being able to get his hands and mouth on him himself was more than enough. George couldn't stop himself from moaning into Ringo's open mouth, the sounds were pure filth as he began clawing at Ringo's back in an attempt to ground himself somewhat. Ringo felt like he was ready to pass out, everything was just intensified and bordering on overwhelming but he managed to keep his focus by honing on on the way George felt, the way he smelt and those delicious noises pouring out of his mouth.

"Can I snort a line off your cock?" John asked, breaking the cacophony of curses and moans as all of them let out an abrupt laugh.

George pulled away from Ringo for a moment with a grin "Don't be fucking absurd, John."

"Suit yourself." John scoffed, his lips plump and wet, turning his attention away from the three of them and back to the table.

"Maybe we ought to slow down." Ringo suggested, his fingers still buried deep in George's hair.

John just smiled "What're you so afraid of, Rings?"

Paul wasn't paying any attention to the conversation, still masterfully working his mouth up and down George's length and continuing to draw out those sultry noises that Ringo was enjoying so much. Was he afraid? Afraid probably wasn't the right word, cautious would've been more fitting; there was a possibility that they could take this too far. It was difficult to be level-headed at this point in time though, with George looking up at Ringo with those half-lidded eyes and lips just waiting to be claimed. It was even more difficult when John was closing the space between them, lowering Ringo onto his back and biting at his earlobe. Ringo allowed himself to be moved like this, welcoming the weight of John on top of him as hastily his clothes were being thrown to the other side of the room.

"I wanna fuck you, Ringo. Would you like that?" John practically growled in his ear, licking the sharp line of his jaw to punctuate his words.

The words were impossible not to moan at, and Ringo couldn't deny that there was some aching tension growing in his body that was desperately in need of releasing. Had John done this before? It was probably best not to get caught up in the logic of the whole situation. Ringo hadn't even computed that he hadn't answered but when John thrust his own erection down onto Ringo's groin, he practically screamed out a response.

"Yes! Fuck, yes..." Ringo barely recognised his own voice, sounding so needy and desperate.

John let out a low chuckle and quickly set to work, discarding Ringo's boxers carelessly and lowering himself further down the sofa which was definitely overcrowded at this point. Ringo looked over to George who was coming completely undone, sweating slightly as his hair stuck to his forehead and his fingers gripping achingly at the sofa to contain himself. Paul was managing to take all of George in his mouth, gagging slightly when he got the base but never pulling off too quickly. When he finally did slide his mouth off, strands of saliva fell from his mouth down onto George's bare skin. The sight should've been repulsive, Ringo knew that, but everything about it was entirely alluring to him, particularly how Paul never stopped to clean himself up but eagerly wrapped his lips around George once more.

"Paul, shit..." George panted "Stop, stop, I'm gonna cum."

Paul practically purred at the thought, for a moment it appeared that he wasn't going to stop at all but eventually he pulled off with a filthy sound. George looked ready to burst, his eyebrows knitted together tightly as he tried to catch his breath. Paul wiped his mouth carelessly on the back of his sleeve, his eyes still dark with lust.

"My turn." Paul smiled almost sweetly, undoing his belt and letting his trousers fall down to his ankles.

Before Ringo could get too comfortable staring at his friends, he felt John's tongue making its way up the inside of his thigh. His whole body felt far too hot, but the last thing he was going to do was turn back now. He'd never experienced something like this before, he couldn't deny he was a little fearful about the whole arrangement but he felt safe being at the mercy of John. His tongue inched closer and closer until finally flicking across Ringo's hole, he let out a quiet gasp at the contact. It was completely alien, but he liked it.

On the other end of the sofa, Paul had pulled George's mouth onto his own aching erection, his delicate fingers tracing the sharp lines of George's jaw as he tentatively sucked him. The sight was excruciating, watching George's lips stretched around Paul like that, taking it as far as he could before he started to gag. It was beautiful, beyond arousing. As George grew considerably more comfortable, managing to take more of Paul's length each time, Paul began to shallowly thrust into George's mouth.

All the while John had been working Ringo open with his tongue, it was the dirtiest Ringo had ever felt but he loved it. John groaned eagerly as he pressed his tongue inside, his hand lazily keeping Ringo's erection, as though he were enjoying this more than receiving it.

Ringo wanted to throw his head back, to close his eyes and focus on the sheer pleasure spreading through his body, but he would never forgive himself if he missed the sight of Paul fucking George's mouth. Exactly how George wasn't breaking off in a coughing fit, Ringo didn't know, perhaps he'd underestimated the experience of his friends. Paul's moans were sweet, high-pitched and almost melodic as he continued to thrust in and out of George's willing mouth.

"You ready?" John asked, snapping Ringo's attention away so quickly his vision blurred a little "I'm gonna finger you now, just relax... Let me know if you want to stop."

Ringo just nodded, incapable of forming any coherent sentence in his mind let alone being able to speak it. He felt John's index finger circling his wet hole, tentatively pressing inside very slowly to allow Ringo to adjust to the peculiar finger. He let out a long exhale, consciously having to force himself to relax his muscles to allow John further entry.

"That's it." John spoke soothingly "Being so good for me, Ringo."

The words reassured Ringo somewhat, he tried to focus his attention on George over anything else. He couldn't deny that he wished George was the one touching him, pressing inside of him. Jesus, where was this all coming from? Paul had picked up a more brutal speed, holding the back of George's head as he snapped his hips forward.

"Fuuuuck, I'm getting close." Paul groaned "Wanna spill down that pretty throat of yours, George... But I don't wanna finish just yet."

George moaned around Paul's cock, his hands gripping desperately to his slim hips so tightly his nails had started to leave marks. After a few more thrusts, Paul pulled out entirely, the same strands of saliva connecting his arousal to George's puffed lips. Ringo groaned, both at the sight and at the feeling of John's fingers being thrust all the way inside of him. The noise seemed to attract the attention of the other two, who shakily made their way over to the other side of the sofa.

"Doesn't he look pretty, boys?" John asked as he picked up the pace ever so slightly.

He didn't get an immediate reaction, both of them taking the moment to perk themselves up with another line, but eventually they crowded around him hungrily.

"Fucking hell, Ringo." George panted, his hands immediately cupping his face.

Ringo felt completely exposed, Paul knelt down beside him and began wanking him slowly, careful not to overwhelm him. John gently pushed another finger inside, making sure to continue spitting on his hole to keep him lubed up, causing Ringo to throw his head back further into George's hands.

"Getting ready for my cock, eh?" John sped up once more, scissoring his fingers inside and pulling a long groan from Ringo.

George muffled the sound, pressing his lips once again against Ringo's, his tongue pushing forward without hesitation as he practically swallowed every noise Ringo made. Paul kept his slow rhythm, pulling John closer so they could share another heated kiss. Ringo's mind was blank, thinking nothing at all but only feeling, feeling the intense pleasure from so many areas of his body. John pressed in another finger, Ringo wasn't sure how he was even capable of taking so much at once.

"Doing so fucking good." John moaned, nibbling down Paul's neck "Can't wait to fuck this tight arse."

Ringo pulled away from George for a moment, staring into the darkness of his eyes "I want you..." He whispered, so gently he wasn't sure anyone had heard it.

"What?" George's eyes lit up slightly.

"I-Fuck... I want you to fuck me." Ringo stuttered, unable to stop the moans from tearing through his words.

George kissed him deeply once more, biting down on his lip passionately before pulling away completely. John looked a little confused as George tried to take his place, but didn't take too long to understand what was happening. Ringo whined at the sudden loss of fingers inside him, feeling terribly empty. Paul was back in John's lap, biting at his neck and thrusting down onto his thigh, moaning desperately.

"You sure about this?" George asked, the concern clear in his voice as he lined himself up.

Ringo went to nod, never being so sure of anything in his life before John brashly interrupted.

"No, no, no. That won't do." John waved his hand flippantly, the other gripping into Paul's arse "Give us a fucking show."

Ringo looked completely lost "How'd you mean?"

John chuckled, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world "Ride him. I wanna see you fuck yourself on his cock."

George looked over to Ringo for some confirmation, his eyes still wide in confusion and now shock. Ringo wouldn't even know where to start with such an idea, but now wasn't the time to start thinking. George licked his bottom lip, enough of a signal to Ringo that he wanted to follow John's demand. Ringo just nodded, not entirely sure exactly what he was agreeing to, then George lay down flat further up on the sofa and brought Ringo down onto his lap. John was watching over them hungrily, his mouth slightly open as he let out small moans as Paul continued to play with his cock, chasing his own pleasure by riding John's thigh.

Ringo looked at George for some reassurance as he picked himself up, lining his entrance up with George's cock. In response, George interlaced his fingers with Ringo's, it was a tender gesture, far more intimate than anything that had happened previously, and it made Ringo relax to an extent. Slowly he lowered himself down, gripping George's hand tighter than he wanted to but it helped relieve the pain somewhat. Luckily the pain was fleeting, as he found himself relaxing around every inch of George the pleasure only grew exponentially.

"Fucking hell." Ringo sighed, scrunching his eyes closed as he gradually managed to take every inch.

George let a long, drawn out moan, his hand gripping Ringo's thigh. Ringo managed to keep his eyes open, the pure bliss he saw on George's face was enough motivation to get him to start moving. It felt so different to John's fingers, far more thick and far more pleasurable. Ringo managed to keep himself steady as he rose himself up once more, feeling himself stretching around George's thickness, lowering himself back down again with a sharp exhale.

"Taking it so well, Ringo." John encouraged, his thumb being eagerly sucked on by Paul "You look gorgeous."

Ringo felt ready to pass out, but he focused his attention on creating a steady rhythm and before long he was riding George like he'd done it many times in the past. The sounds in the room were completely obscene, George a complete mess of sweat and moans as he watched Ringo in awe, Ringo was desperately trying to control his breathing but kept rambling out curses. Paul seemed to be getting impatient, the friction from John's thigh clearly wasn't enough to satisfy his itch which wasn't surprising considering John's attention seemed to be entirely on Ringo and George. After a few more needy whines from Paul he got up from John's lap entirely and made his way to the head of the sofa, running his hand over George's body as he moved, before pulling his head back so that his lips were aligned with his aching length.

"Not fair you get to have all the fun." Paul smirked, running his finger around George's lip loosely before slowly pressing himself inside.

George took it without question, stretching his neck back further to get a better angle as he moaned around Paul's cock. Ringo felt his rhythm stuttering at the sight, but he didn't have to worry for long because soon John was pressed up against his back planting kisses across his skin and muttering soothing words. The whole thing was completely debauched, each one of them desperate for more pleasure no matter where they got it from. Paul began repeating his earlier actions, fucking himself in and out of George's mouth but being considerably gentler this time, he looked ready to burst and doubtless didn't want it to be over so soon.

"Tell me how it feels." John whispered to Ringo, his teeth grazing across sensitive spots.

Ringo let out a deep groan "Feels fucking amazing..." Was all he could manage to conjure.

John chuckled "You want more?"

"More?" Ringo questioned, he wasn't sure if he was misunderstanding because he was too far gone or John was genuinely being confusing.

John pressed his finger around Ringo's stretched hole then brought it up to Ringo's mouth who eagerly began sucking on it "More."

Ringo was almost certain John had lost it, he'd gone completely off the deep end. There was no way he could fit anything else inside, was there? John seemed desperate to find out, as he removed his now wet finger from Ringo's mouth and cautiously pressed it past the stressed ring of muscle. Ringo was about to protest, to tell John to pull it out, but his mind was silenced by the pleasure. He cursed himself for never trying anything like this sooner, but he supposed he was more than making up for lost time. John sucked on Ringo's earlobe as he thrust the finger in and out, matching the sloppy motions of Ringo's hips.

"Think you could take another cock up there?" John sounded ecstatic, already pressing another finger inside "Really stretch you out."

"I-I dunno." Ringo hissed at the entry, it took every fibre in his body not to just lose it completely "I don't think I can..."

John shushed him, gently, and began sucking on his neck in an attempt to relax Ringo. George's moans were getting ridiculously loud, even muffled with Paul's cock in his throat, feeling John's fingers alongside himself inside Ringo. Suddenly John removed the fingers and forced them back into Ringo's mouth to wet them, he moaned around them desperately before soaking them in his saliva as best he could, and before long John was fitting three of his fingers alongside George's cock. If anyone even touched Ringo's erection at this point, he would've exploded, he'd never felt this good in his entire life.

"I think you're ready, baby." John moaned, removing his fingers carefully and teasing with the head of his cock "You ready for this?"

Ringo couldn't even think of a response, he just allowed himself to be lowered further down onto George's chest as he felt John ready to push inside him. Paul looked down at the two of them, his hips stuttering violently and making George gag.

"Fuck..." Paul was clearly getting close "You're not seriously doing that, are you?"

John just winked at him, holding onto Ringo's hip gently and pressing himself inside. Ringo saw stars, the humour of this was completely lost on him in the moment. How he wasn't being ripped in half right now was beyond him, he almost came at the feeling of himself being stretched so far. Somehow Paul seemed more affected than anyone, his eyes barely able to stay open as he picked up his speed fucking George's mouth.

"Gonna fucking cum, George." Paul warned, his hand cupping George's face almost romantically "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Paul's hips jerked a few more times, spilling himself entirely down George's throat who was somehow able to take it without falling into a coughing fit. He remained in that position for a few moments, catching his breath and most likely returning to full consciousness, before taking himself out of George's mouth and collapsing down onto the carpet beside the table. His dark hair was stuck to his face, yet he still managed to look beautiful. George looked ready to burst too, barely able to meet Ringo's gaze as he began thrusting upwards alongside John's slow pace. Ringo didn't even think, he lowered himself further to share a deep and messy kiss with George, he could still taste the remnants of cum in his mouth which only turned him on all the more.

"How the fuck are you managing this?" George asked when they finally broke apart, he was completely out of breath.

Ringo just laughed but it quickly melted into a moan was John spanked down hard on his cheek. Both George and John began to quicken their pace, Ringo could feel the pain returning slightly as the spit began to dry but he managed to ignore it. Paul watched hazily from the side, snorting up another line as he waited for the rest to finish, Ringo had never seen him look so satisfied. John spanked down hard once more, endless curses falling past his lips as he fucked Ringo ruthlessly.

"Not gonna lost much longer." George panted, wiping his hair away from his eyes "Fuck, you feel so good."

"I'm getting close too." John groaned "Cum with me, George. Let's fill Ringo up."

Ringo didn't protest, falling down flat onto George's chest as the two of them chased their orgasm mercilessly. The feeling was almost surreal, two of his closest friends fucking him at the same time, but he didn't want to think about it ending. Ringo wouldn't be surprised if bruises started forming in the morning from where George and John were gripping at his skin, their nails digging deep.

"Shit, shit." George moaned "I'm gonna fucking cum!"

John quickened his past as best he could, trying desperately to finish at the same time as George. George practically screamed out, biting down on Ringo's shoulder as he spilled himself deep inside. John wasn't far behind, the stuttering of George's hips being more than enough to push him over the edge as he similarly emptied himself. Ringo only wished someone had been touching him, so he could've passed that threshold with them, but it allowed him to feel their orgasms so much more completely. The three of them lay there for a few moments, panting desperately and covered in sweat. John was the first to pull out, being very careful not to hurt Ringo, collapsing down onto the end of the sofa with a heavy sigh. Ringo's legs were far too shaky to lift himself off, George had to manoeuvre his body to slide himself out gently.

"That was the sexiest thing I think I've ever seen." Paul stated, half a chuckle and half a moan.

Ringo rolled over onto his back, he could still feel how stretched he was as the cum began sliding out onto the sofa. He couldn't supress a groan at the feeling, his cock still aching for any kind of contact. It felt a little gross, he couldn't lie, but knowing that both John and George's cum was spilling out of his arse was still pretty arousing.

"Jesus..." John breathed, watching Ringo squirming in front of him "I can't believe you let us do that to you, Rings."

"Me neither." Ringo laughed, resting his head against the arm of the sofa "Now are you guys gonna let me finish or what?"

Paul hummed happily "What do you want?" He'd already positioned himself by Ringo's side, running his finger up and down his thigh.

Ringo wasn't even sure what he wanted in that moment, he just needed release "Suck me off." He hadn't meant to sound so demanding, but Paul didn't seem to mind at all.

The other two were still recovering, George had taken refuge in an armchair and John looked ready to pass out completely. Paul didn't waste any time, spitting down onto Ringo's cock and wrapping his soft lips around the head. Ringo wished he could've enjoyed it for longer, but he'd been so close to the edge for so long, it didn't take much for him to be filling Paul's mouth with this cum. Paul purred, a sound Ringo hoped he'd never forget, swallowing down every drop before removing his lips entirely with a very proud expression on his face. Ringo opened up his eyes, running his thumb across Paul's plump lips and smiling down at him.

"Strong stuff." Ringo repeated, his heart was racing.

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Running to a Standstill - 13

Running to a Standstill: A Captain America Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Word Count:  2646

Rating:  E

Warnings: Smut (MMF bisexual threesome, oral sex, vaginal sex, come play if you squint)

Synopsis: While on the run from an unknown organization trying to take your son, you meet two super-soldiers.  While they try to help you get to the bottom of who is hunting you and your son, feelings come out and admissions are made that make your personal life even more tricky.

Chapter 13

Bucky held back as Steve rushed over to you.  It was rare that either he or Steve felt helpless, but that feeling was particularly strong right now.  They'd promised to keep you and Geo safe and the first time you go out of the tower someone tailed you.  Someone they didn't catch.  Tony has lost them in the library before a chase had even started. No one knew who they were working for or what they wanted with you or Geo.  They were helpless.

Steve had said this incident might make you run again and Bucky wouldn't blame you.  If it was him he would too.  It would also make sense.  Bucky had started to feel happy and at home for the first time since he broke HYDRA’s brainwashing because of the relationship with you and Steve.  Actually happy.  Not just neutral or not afraid.  Of course, it wasn’t going to last.  He didn't get to have that.

Steve cradled your jaw and looked you over.  “You're safe?  Did they hurt you?”

“I'm fine.  He was just following us and Happy acted quickly,” you said.  “Did Tony catch them, do you know?”

Steve shook his head.  “He said there was no sign of him when he followed the guy inside.  He's still there looking but it's such a big building and he never got a good look at whoever it was in the first place.”

“They know I'm here,” you said, as Geo started to whine in the backseat of the car.  Bucky went over to help Happy get him out of the seatbelt.  “They're never going to leave me alone.  I know you don’t…”

“No,” Steve said.  “I obviously don't want you to go.  And you're safe here.  We’re going to get to the bottom of this. I promise you.  So don't run… Please…”

The last word was delivered so differently from the others it made Bucky look around in shock.  He had been in full Cap mode for most of it, telling you confidently what was going to happen.  The ‘please’ however, was a heartfelt pleading for you to stay.  It was laced with both fear and sadness and Bucky hadn’t heard that tone from Steve for a long time.

“Bug-key,” Geo whined, kicking his legs.

“Sorry, kiddo,” Bucky said, unbuckling Geo from the back of the car.  “Let me help you out.”

He unbuckled Geo and got him out of the back of the car.  “I god books.  You wanna see?”  Geo asked.

“Sure do,” Bucky said.  “Where are they?”

Happy got the books out of the back of the car as Geo started babbling about Tony and FRIDAY and the robot suit.  Bucky’s attention was still on you and Steve as he tried to convince you to stay.

You slowly nodded and moved into Steve’s arms and he closed them around you, holding you close to his chest.  “Alright,” he said.  “It’s alright.  I’ve got you.”

“I’ll head up and give my report,” Happy said, handing the books to Bucky.

“Thanks, man,” Bucky said.  “Thanks for keeping her safe.”

“Just doing my job,” Happy said and headed to the elevator.

“Alright,” Steve said.  “Let’s get you upstairs.”

The four of you went up to Steve’s apartment and Bucky took a seat on the couch with Geo in his lap as the little boy went through the pictures of every book he had.  You and Steve sat on the two recliners and you curled your legs up under you like you were trying to make yourself seem smaller.

“I think you might need to stay with her from now on, Buck,” Steve said, getting out a tablet.  “Happy was great but if this is people with some performance-enhancing drugs are tailing her, she’s going to need one of us.”

Bucky wasn’t sure if that was the answer but he didn’t want to say.  He wanted you to be safe above everything but if he was assigned as your bodyguard, it would mean spending time with you became his job and he didn’t ever want to think of you like that.

Thankfully you voiced his thoughts for him.  “Steve, I don’t think Bucky’s job should be spending time with me,” you said.  “Besides, I don’t want to live like that either.  I should be able to just be able to go out.”

“I know,” Steve said, running his hands through his hair.  “I know this isn’t ideal.  None of this is ideal, but I don’t want to lose you and it won’t be permanent.  We’re going to get to the bottom of this.”

You sighed, and sank back into the couch, rubbing your temples.

“How about we order some dinner and have a nice quiet night in?”  Steve suggested, getting to his feet.  “I’ll go run a bath for you and you can relax for a while and then we’ll eat, watch a movie, and put this all behind us.”

Bucky watched Steve go into the bathroom and looked back at you.  “I wish I had the kind of faith he does,” you said.

Bucky let out a puff of breath.  Not quite a laugh but almost.  “He’s just good at faking it,” he said and shook his head.  “We don’t want you to go.”

“I don’t want to go either,” you said.  “I don’t … but they never stop and I’m a target here.  What would you do?”

“Honestly?”  He said and bounced Geo on his knee.  “I would have gone already.  I know what it’s like, you know?  I got out of HYDRA and I ran.  I was on the run for two years and Steve tracked me down.  He can be pretty determined.”

“Tell me about it,” you scoffed.

Bucky chuckled.  “Which means when he says he’s going to get to the bottom of it and keep you safe.  He will.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose and slowly exhaled.  “Right.  You’re right.  I’ll sit tight.  It hasn’t been long and at least Geo has some kind of stability.”

“Yeah, that’s right, bud,” Bucky said.  “You like it here don’t you?”

“Yep,” Geo said.  “FWIDAY is weading to me.”

“Is she?” Bucky chuckled.  “What a nice AI.”

“Yep,” Geo agreed.

You got up and stretched. “Alright,” you said.  “I’m making a drink and trying this bath thing.”

Bucky held out his hand to you and you took it and squeezed before heading into the kitchen.  He sat reading with Geo for a little while before Steve returned.  He came up behind Bucky and kissed him on the crown of his head.  It was the first really simple intimate boyfriend gesture Steve had made and it made Bucky smile and a warmth spread through him from the inside out.  He looked up into Steve’s blue eyes.

“What shall we order for dinner?”  Steve asked.

“How about I just cook,” Bucky said.  “I like doing it anyway.”

“You sure?” Steve asked.

“Yeah,” he put, Geo onto the couch and got up.  “You want mac and cheese, Gee?”

“Yes, pwease,” Geo said.

Bucky went into the kitchen and started on dinner.  He had time so he thought he’d try his hand at Coq au vin.  He’d made similar things in the past and even though it was a relatively simple recipe, he was hoping it struck a balance between romantic and comforting.

While it was in the oven, he made mac and cheese for Geo, hiding little pieces of broccoli and cauliflower in it.

“It smells so good out here,” you said, coming out of the bathroom in your robe.  “I thought we were ordering in?”

“Felt like cooking,” Bucky said as you came in behind him in the kitchen.  You looked over at Geo.  He was sitting on the floor with his tablet, totally focused on his game, and you took the opportunity to kiss Bucky’s neck and run your hand over his ass.  He smiled and turned, quickly pecking your lips.  He was really enjoying being a boyfriend again, and he couldn’t wait for you to feel ready to let Geo know, though he understood completely about not wanting him to get too attached to the idea that the three of you were together.

“I could definitely get used to that,” you said.

“Yeah, you’re gonna have to get used to…” he trailed off not sure how to end the sentence.

“What just happened?” You chuckled.

“I was gonna say something dirty, but I think I’m out of practice,” he said.

You started laughing and rubbed his shoulder.  “You can do something dirty to me later to make up for it.”

After dinner, you put Geo to bed and the three of you sat cuddled up together on the couch watching a movie called Stardust.  Bucky was enjoying it, but not as much as he liked the intimacy of holding and being held by you and Steve.  He liked how the three of you shared kisses and gentle touches as you watched.  He had been a boyfriend before, but it was so long ago that it felt like it had happened to someone else.  This felt new and exciting.

As the credits rolled Steve stretched and switched off the TV.  “Shall we go to bed?”

“I think that would be a very good idea,” you agreed.

Bucky followed the two of you into the bedroom and as soon as he closed the door Steve pulled you into a deep and hungry kiss.  Bucky stepped up behind you and Steve pulled back from you and drew Bucky into a kiss.  You started to unfasten Steve’s shirt and you pushed it off his shoulders.  As Bucky and Steve kissed you kissed your way down Steve’s chest and down his stomach.  Steve pulled back and looked down at you.  The pale blue in his eyes was blown out black with lust.

Bucky took a deep breath and crouched down behind you as you started unfastening Steve’s belt.  You turned your head and kissed him.  Your tongue coaxed Bucky’s lips apart and he brought his tongue out and circled it with yours.  You swirled them together graphically like it wasn’t just a kiss between you and Bucky but it was also for Steve.  Steve watched you both as he unfastened his pants and pushed them down.  His cock sprang up against him, long and thick and as perfect as the rest of his body.  Steve’s hands went to both yours and Bucky’s heads.  Bucky moaned softly into your lips at the soft tug on his scalp and he pulled back a little.  You took Steve’s cock in your hand and pumped it, your eyes locked onto Bucky’s.  He leaned in and you followed, so that you were both kissing over the length of Steve’s cock.  Steve groaned and his hand tightened in Bucky’s hair.  You and Bucky kissed graphically up and down Steve’s shaft.  Your tongues swirled together, massaging it and licking up the salty pre-come that leaked from the head.

Bucky had never done anything like this before and it was making him rock hard.  He knew he liked it when he got his dick sucked, he hadn’t expected that he’d liked doing it as much as he was.

You started sucking on the head of Steve’s cock and Bucky ran his tongue down the shaft and over his balls.  He ran his metal hand up Steve’s stomach, tracing the flawless skin and running over the hills and valleys of his muscles.  His other hand he used to explore your body.  He teased your breasts and ran his hand down into your pants and began to finger your clit.

You moaned and bobbed your head up and down on Steve’s cock faster.  Bucky hummed and sucked on one of Steve’s balls as he thrust two fingers inside of you and began to fuck you with them.  Both you and Steve began to pant.  Steve pulled back and cupped your jaw, guiding you back up into a kiss as he took Bucky’s hand and guiding him to his feet too.

Bucky ran his hands down to your hips and pushed your pants down.  At the same time, Steve broke the kiss and lifted your shirt up over your head.

Steve picked you up and carried you to the bed, laying you down on the mattress.  He pulled your panties down and off, and moved between your legs and began to lap at your folds.  Bucky began to undress as he watched you.  He was achingly hard and it was almost a relief to finally push his jeans off.  When he was naked, he moved up next to Steve, pushing your legs a little wider.  He brought his head in and began flicking his tongue with Steve’s over your dripping cunt.  The salty tart fluids coated Bucky’s tongue as he danced it with Steve’s.  Your moans got louder and louder and your cunt dripped more and more.  Your hands bunched into the sheets and you arched your back.  Bucky gazed up at you, watching the way your muscles clenched and contorted as your orgasm got closer and closer.  Bucky sucked on your clit and Steve pushed two of his fingers inside you and twisted his wrist and you came, crying out and arching hard off the bed.

Bucky couldn’t take it anymore.  He scrambled up between your legs, barely even giving Steve a chance to get out of the way.  He brought his lips to yours and lined himself up and sunk deep into the wet warmth of your cunt.  You both moaned into the kiss and Steve moved up behind him.  Steve began to rut against Bucky’s ass as Bucky thrust into you.  The feel of Steve’s cock moving against him, leaving a sticky trail from the small of his back to the crack of his ass, added to the pleasure Bucky was feeling.  His cock throbbed inside you and he pulled back and leaned against Steve, turning his head slightly as he panted and thrust hard into you again and again.

Steve captured his lips and reached around his waist and began to rub your clit.  “Fuck!”  You mewled, bucking your hips in time with Bucky’s thrusts.  Bucky’s hips began to stutter and his cock twitched.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, breaking the kiss with Steve.  “‘M Close.”

“Me too,” you moaned, arching your back.

Steve pinched your clit and you cried out as your orgasm crashed down on you.  Your cunt squeezed tight around his shaft, milking it.  Bucky groaned and snapped his hips forward and came with a low groan.

“Steve,” you moaned, gesturing to him.

Steve moved around to you and you pulled his cock into your mouth.  You bobbed your head up and down and tugged on his balls.  Bucky watched on, slipping from inside you and lying down so he was spooned around you and you sucked Steve’s cock.  Bucky reached over and teased his fingers over Steve’s ass and with a loud groan Steve’s balls tightened and he came into your mouth.

You moaned, holding his cock in your mouth until it still and you rolled over and brought your lips to Bucky’s, pushing some of the thick salty liquid into his mouth.  It was one of the dirtiest things Bucky had ever experienced but somehow it had this strange level of intimacy too.  It was dirty yet sexy and Bucky loved it.  He swallowed it down and fell back onto the mattress with a contented sigh.

“Holy shit,” you hummed.

“Yeah,” Steve said.  “We’re getting pretty good at that.”

Bucky watched your face as you tried not to laugh.  You couldn’t hold it though.  You snorted and broke down into giggles.  That was all it took for Bucky to start laughing too, and he knew, he was going to do everything he could to hold on to this.

// NEXT

[astarryon]

1980s Horror Film

No Good Deed

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: typical criminal minds stuff

Chapter Summary: You’re beginning to think your unadulterated hatred for unknown phone calls is actually justified.

A/N: The first installment of my Halloween inspired mini series! This fic was dreamt up during a very long, very intoxicated conversation with @johnmulaneyslut​ and my mind hasn’t been able to focus on anything else since! I hope y’all enjoy, and if you want me to add you to this fic’s masterlist, shoot me an ask or a message!

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“There are horrors beyond life’s edge that we do not suspect, and once in a while man’s evil prying calls them just within our range.”

- H.P. Lovecraft

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The agents were starting to get on your nerves.

There really wasn’t any good reason for it. They were being perfectly kind — when they bothered to talk to you like you were actually in the room, that is, though with three other victims of the deceased variety and a serial killer actively gunning for you, you figure you shouldn’t take that too personally — and the one named Jennifer had asked more times in the last hour than anyone else in your life had in maybe, well, ever if there was anything she could get you. You declined each time, sometimes rudely, sometimes in defeat, but that never stopped her coming back to ask again. When this was all over — and you prayed that an end would come quickly, if only so you could go back to not being quite so on edge — you’d need to be sure to thank her for all her efforts to make you comfortable.

But that wouldn’t come until later, when you were safe, and each of the agents in the behavioral analysis unit of the FBI didn’t pause every six seconds to analyze you in some attempt to figure out the psyche of the serial killer gunning to cut you open. In some ways, you understood — you were, currently, the only direct key they had to understanding how the serial killer who was after you selected his victims, though it wasn’t like you could answer any of the questions they had about the matter. Just because you understood, though, didn’t make the wandering eyes any less irritating, and you were counting yourself lucky that they were all just about to head home for the night so you wouldn’t have to worry about snapping in the next few hours.

“Okay,” Jennifer began as she approached, yet another kind smile occupying her features. “I’m stepping out for the night. The rest of the team will be leaving shortly, but our colleague Agent Anderson won’t be far. If there’s anything he can do for you, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

You try for a small smile of thanks, but it’s hard to say whether it reaches your eyes. Judging by the poorly concealed concern in Jennifer’s gaze, you don’t think it does. “Thanks, but I’m all set. I already got this cozy cot set up in your boss’ office. What more could a girl ask for?”

Jennifer frowns, something like guilt tightening her perfect features. “I know the situation isn’t ideal, but this is—“

“The safest place for me to be, especially since this psycho likes to strike at night,” you sigh, unable to help a dejected roll of your eyes. “I know. I’m grateful, truly, but this still isn’t exactly what I would call great.”

“We’re gonna catch him,” Jennifer assures you. She sounds so resolutely positive that you’re inclined to believe her, even though there’s the issue that they still can’t even tell you who he is. “Just… try and get some rest tonight, okay? You’re safe here. I’ll have whoever from the team leaves last come check on you one last time before they head out. Good night.”

“Night,” you tell her, and she smiles one last time at you before heading out the office door, once again leaving you to your lonesome.

You should try to get your mind off it, you know. Thinking of something else was imperative to getting to sleep for the night, and though that was the last thing on your mind right now, trying to wind down was certainly more productive thank sinking into your own body numbing panic. Unfortunately, that was easier said than done, and now that you were by yourself, you had all the time in the world to think.

Someone wanted you dead. Someone out there in the world, someone you’d had contact with in your daily life, someone wanted to kill you. You hadn’t managed to get much information out of anybody — There’s no point in working yourself up over it, Jennifer had told you. You’d wanted to scream at her, tell her she’d be of a different opinion if she was the one whose life was hanging in the balance, but you’d managed to hold yourself back. Though you had every excuse in the book to lose your cool, she didn’t deserve you your verbal abuse. Even in your state of frightened paranoia, you could recognize that none of this was her fault.

Why this was happening to you, you didn’t know. You wished you did. If whatever was making you a target for the rampaging serial killer was something changeable, you’d take care of it in a heartbeat. If it was the way you dressed, you’d fix it. If it was your willingness to be kind to strangers, you’d be meaner. Anything, anything to get you out of this terrifying mess. Anything that meant you got to go home and sleep in your own bed and not have to worry about whether someone was going to break in to your apartment and—

“Are you doing okay?”

The gentle voice startled you out of your reverie, though you couldn’t help flinching out of reflex at the sudden intrusion despite how quietly it had been spoken. Blinking yourself back into focus, your eyes shot over to the door, where you found the tall, lanky frame of one of the BAU agents taking up space in the doorway. The one with softer features than the rest, though you didn’t know whether that spoke more to his youth or his naivety. The one with a certain boyish quality about him that you couldn’t quite place, though he carried his head high and had a surprisingly confident set to his jaw, one that contrasted directly with the sheepish, almost bashful tone of voice he’d had when speaking to you. The one whose name you couldn’t quite recall, which was a testament to the ordeal you’d been through in the past few hours because you’d never be careless enough to forget the name of such a beautiful man on any regular day.

The itch of tears trailing down your skin brought you back to your senses, and as you reached up to swat them away, you realized there was no way he hadn’t seen them. “Just peachy,” you snarked, instantly feeling badly over the tone you’d taken. Whatever; there was nothing to be done for it now, and you could agonize over your rudeness when a pretty stranger wasn’t busy witnessing your terror. “Really just having the time of my life. Can’t you tell?”

And you swear if you concentrate, really concentrate, you can just make out the ghost of an amused smile curling the corners of his lip upward in response to your bitter attempt at sarcastic humor, but it quickly becomes overshadowed with concern at spying the tears still brimming in your eyes. “Sorry to interrupt it,” he murmurs, stepping out of the entrance and closing the door behind him, and something about his tone is so meaningful that you believe he’s genuine. He detours by the desk at the far side of the room to pick up the box of tissues sitting on its corner before making his way over to you and setting them on the filing cabinet just beside your cot. “I’m Dr. Spencer Reid. Agent Jareau asked if I would check in on you before I went home for the night.”

You blink, reaching for a tissue and wiping the rest of your tears away, thankful that this man is kind enough not to force you to talk about your emotional state. At his introduction, though, you pause, the familiarity of the name taunting at something in your mind. “You… you’re the one who called me. Before.”

Spencer nods leaning his weight against the filing cabinet he’d set the tissues on and absentmindedly tucking a particularly unruly strand of hair behind his ear. “That was me,” he confirms, leveling another kind smile your way. “I, um, I was actually the one to get you out of your house, too, but… I mean, you were pretty upset, so you might not remember much of that.”

The unfortunate truth, actually, was that you remembered Spencer collecting you from your home and escorting you into the protective arms of the FBI a little too well. More specifically, you remembered having nothing short of a mental breakdown on the phone at the news that a serial killer was targeting you, looking to murder you in some horrible, awfully gruesome manner, and all for some reason that Dr. Reid had declined to inform you of over the phone. He’d been kind enough to talk you through all your debilitating paranoias, kind enough to stay on the phone with you until he’d gotten to your home with his partner — Morgan, if you remembered correctly — and rushed in to make sure you were in one piece. Though he’d told you on the phone that they were just outside, though he’d warned you that they’d be coming in to collect you and take you into protective custody, you’d still lost your mind at the sight of a stranger in your home and immediately rushed him, kicking and screaming and begging for your life, your safety, your… well. Everything, really.

Luckily for Spencer, you were a horrible right hook and ended up doing more damage to yourself than to him, but unluckily for you, you’d been out of your mind in that moment, and had lost the impulse for self preservation. Spencer had calmed you down and restrained you long enough to stop your attempts at gouging his eyes out in self defense, but every last bit of composure you’d been clinging to instantly vanished, and you’d been left a bawling mess, falling apart in the loose, awkward embrace of his arms as you begged him not to let anything happen to you, as you desperately implored him to keep you safe.

More than a little embarrassing once you’d managed to calm down, to say the least.

“Right,” you muttered, dropping your eyes to the floor. It was nothing against Spencer, with his kind eyes and reassuring expression, but you were just about at your wit’s end, here, and you really didn’t have enough composure left in you to be the sweet, dainty girl you assumed he’d enjoy interacting with. “Well, all things considered, I’m just fine. So, if that’s all…”

Instead of taking the hint, instead of leaving you to your solitude and allowing you to wallow in your misery, Spencer simply readjusted his position against the filing cabinet and folded his hands together. “I’m… Look, I don’t mean to pry, but you’re crying, and I… kind of get the feeling that when you say you’re fine, you’re not really telling me the truth.”

“An astute observation, Dr. Reid,” you muttered, wringing your hands together. “Really, someone ought to give you a medal.”

“Well, if you wouldn’t mind passing that along to my boss,” Spencer chuckles, and the gentle joke is so at odds with the defensiveness that anyone else would have responded with that it practically jolts you into civility. By the time you realize this, he’s already shifted from the filing cabinet to sitting at the edge of your cot. Not quite close enough to invoke feelings of familiarity, but just enough to let you know that if you want to, you can confide in him. And, it’s silly, but you kind of think you want to. “So… you don’t have to tell me why you’re crying—“

“Oh, thank you for the permission.”

“— but if you want to,” Spencer presses on, “I’m here to listen. No offense, but I imagine pretending nothing’s bothering you gets to be exhausting after a little while.”

“You’d be the expert,” you sigh, crossing your arms over your chest, but you turn more fully to face where Spencer’s seated himself.

He was being kind to you — that alone was reason enough to grasp at some manners and stop being so defensive, but there was another, more personally beneficial one as well. Jennifer had been awfully tight lipped about the man pursuing you — who he was, what he did to his victims, why he was so interested in you. But… Spencer wasn’t Jennifer. Spencer also felt kind of bad for you. Taking all that into consideration, maybe he would be more willing to give you the answers you were looking for.

More willing, and more interested.

“You know, I do have a few questions” you begin, hugging your legs to your chest and tucking your chin against your knee. You wondered if you looked as small and pathetic as you felt. “I don’t… know that you’d be willing to answer any of them, though.”

Spencer arches a brow at you, and you subconsciously take note of the way that his eyes narrow the slightest bit, though it’s hard to tell whether that’s fascination or a sweeter kind of curiosity. “Well, I can’t try to answer them until you try asking them.”

Alright, well. Worth a shot at least.

“I was wondering...” You trail off and set your jaw, clearing your throat before trying again. “I want to know about the man who’s trying to kill me.”

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[jjk-biased]

youtuber! jungkook x youtuber! reader

crack! social media au

genre: fluff, crack, some angst

chapter summary: after somehow placing 2nd overall on OGN's e-sports festival, jin fulfills his bet by taking you and your friends to lotte world for a hopefully stress-free and peaceful day.

words: 1.8k (cannot be read as standalone)

warnings: aside from cussing, none!

24. unsaid feelings

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The fireworks painted the dark sky with bright hues of red and blue. And while it could be the most beautiful view they've ever seen, Jungkook would beg to differ.

You were his prettiest view. The way your eyes would twinkle at each spark. How bright your smile would become as the glitters danced in the sky. The way your delicate hand encased in his would tighten at each exciting moment.

You were breathtaking.

Jungkook had long since ceased watching the show. He instead chose to observe your reactions to it with a dumb smile on his face. It was adorable. You were adorable.

Finally feeling his gaze on you, you found yourself turning red. Your eyes met his, then you two leaned closer.

and closer

and closer.

Until your lips were a few centimeters apart.

As the last and greatest firework exploded, you two ki—

“WAKE THE HELL UP YOU DORKS!!!”

for fucks’ sake.

Laughter rang throughout the living room as Jungkook fell from the couch. They all slept at Namjoon’s house once again after the e-sports festival had ended and it extended until today. Like how the first sleepover turned out, everyone fell asleep in the living room.

“Noisy much, Jin?” You grumble, also waking up from Jin’s morning call.

“If we wanna enjoy Lotte World and get there early, y’all shoulda been up and about.”

“IT’S ONLY 7 AM WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!”

Hoseok, who somehow already had an immense amount of energy, cackled at you and Jungkook’s state. The others wordlessly began to wash their faces, some opted to help Jin with breakfast.

After a long time of preparing, the rambunctious group of friends finally went on their trip to Lotte World.

Unbeknownst to you and Jungkook, however, the little shits had planned something that you’re not sure whether to be thankful of or angry at.

Jungkook had finally admitted to everyone else, while you were fast asleep on the floor in between Namjoon and Hoseok, that he had been harboring a genuine liking towards you. He had gone to sleep not long after, and that was when Taehyung began to brew plans to give him a little push.

It’s been awhile since you’ve gone to any amusement park, so you had a child-like wonder painted on your face when everyone went in. It was absolutely adorable to say the least and even if Jungkook was unable to say it out loud, his dopey grin was enough.

You all thought it was a good idea to start the peaceful day with death disguised as rollercoasters. You’re sure you know who wanted everyone to die so early in the day, the terrified looks of all but one little shit told you more than you need to know.

“Do we really have to do what he says?” You grumble as Jungkook basks in his success.

“Might as well do it now when the line isn’t as long…” Yoongi trailed off, slowly losing the confidence he had stored in when he heard the shrieks of the people.

Luck might not be with you today when everyone scrambled to sit at the safest parts of the cart— which is everywhere but the first row. Moreover, the only person left to sit with you was none other than the idiot responsible for your demise that day.

“Hurry up pumpkin, you’re so slow!”

Whatever retort you wanted to throw was shoved in your throat when the staff secured your death seat.

“Aw is little pumpkin scared?”

“For the last time, jungleboy, I am nOT LI— FUCK THIS RIDE AAAAAH”

To say the least, your luck took a vacation and left you to suffer with Jungkook and the others.

Everyone decided to eat lunch after that traumatizing event. Namjoon and Jin were scouting for a place to eat, Hoseok and Yoongi decided to look for food choices, and that left you with the three youngest idiots of your idiot group to explore the rigged booths.

There was a shooting game where you just had to knock over the pyramid of cans to get the fluffiest alpaca ever. And while you’ve ingrained it in your mind that these games are scams, the child in you couldn’t resist wanting to win one because 1) alpaca soft 2) alpaca big.

Jungkook wasn’t an idiot— dear lord, someone tell him — or at least he could tell the meaning of your longing stare towards the cute alpaca plush.

With a sigh, he stopped you from doing one of the most dramatic “goodbyes” ever to an alpaca plush and tried for the game.

“Step right up, mister! Win anything in this booth for your girlfriend for the small price of ₩5,000!”

“Oh, w-we aren’t— he isn’t,” you pathetically denied. It seemed you were the only one who got embarrassed though because Jungkook didn’t deny anything.

He did it with so much ease that even the staff was left speechless at his show. Maybe it was the alpaca he gave you talking, but damn did butterflies erupt in your tummy. He looked so cool shooting the cans with so much focus. To think he spent money and did so just for you, you were sure your heart melted (and it wasn’t because of the heat!!)

You thought the funny feeling would die down after.

Boy were you wrong.

Time after time after time again, he never failed to make you feel giddy inside.

When the two of you were paired up for this horror house, he never made you feel embarrassed. He instead offered his arm to you, even going as far as wrapping said arm around you so you could find refuge in him when a particular bit scares you more. Poor boy was too flustered from the entire ordeal to even notice some of the scarers.

Then there was this time where he cheered out of glee when you won from one of the booths. (you two used Jin’s money though lmao) He had complimented you endlessly on how “great you were, pumpkin!”

Though he’d often tease you about your shorter stature, he lets you use him as a shade from the harsh sunlight. It was a small but nice gesture.

Everyone else retreated to the restrooms after thinking it was a good idea to drink a lot before going to the teacups ride. The look on their faces was a memory you’ll never forget.

You two sat on one of those benches nearby and began to talk about random things— ramens and gaming included. Jungkook received a text from Jimin saying that the lines were too long and they could roam around while waiting.

“How about we go to those souvenir shops? I wanna buy something now before it gets too crowded,” You suggested, pointing to the array of stores.

“I don’t mind that, let’s go!” He cheered, taking hold of your hand (you don’t know if he’s aware of that or not but it made you red).

The next hour was spent trying on dorky thingamajigs and whatnot. After trying on a pair of funny specs, you decided it was time to go back to checking out rides.

The sun had begun to set and pink hues scattered through the sky. It allowed for a more calm and serene mood to set in as you two walked, your arms linked, and roamed around the parks (as well as trying to ignore the bustling noise of happy kids and crying babies lmfao)

Ramen, that was the name of the alpaca Jungkook won for you, was safely tucked in his arms. You, on the other hand, were busy munching on the popcorn that Jungkook bought (it was supposed to be for himself but you had your ways)

You probably didn’t hear whatever was going around, too busy eating his popcorn to care, but Jungkook heard every murmur people threw your way. Admittedly, he wished that you two were actually a couple like the little kid said

He wasn’t sure how it began. You two started on a rather weird meeting— with you mocking his so-called fifth grader level skills in Overwatch to him replying rather pettily to win the argument. Somewhere down the line, you two actually had common friends and were forced to meet. That was the moment he was taken aback by you.

Well honestly, he was always taken aback.

You were witty; always had comebacks ready to deploy for every remark he had. You were skilled; not only a master at time management for balancing college life with your career, but also great at gaming. You were kind-hearted; though your verbal jabs were piercing, he knew you meant no harm.

You were too good for this world.

So when he had scared you, rather unintentionally, with a horror game, he regretted it so much. But to be honest, he was also thankful for that day. God knows he probably wouldn’t have had the chance to “restart” how he treated you if he hadn’t fucked up.

You probably didn’t notice how his teasing now focused more on the thought of you with him. While he isn’t the best at conveying romantic feelings, he was absolutely fluent in memes.

Thank god for memes.

But at some point, he does have to tell you what’s going on. He can’t stay in this weird space with you— somewhere between friends who fight and friends who flirt. With a shaky sigh, he decided today was the day.

As if the universe were with him, you then finally noticed his silence. It was heart-warming to see concern in your pretty face when you took note of the unusual quietness.

“Are you okay, kook?”

Like a goldfish out of water, he opened his mouth then closed it again.

Fuck, it was harder than he thought.

Thousands of thoughts went through his head. Will you take him seriously? Will you stop being friends? Will you hate him for the feelings he harbored?

Every negative thought disappeared at the sound of your amused laugh.

He reminds himself why he liked you so much and gathers little courage to speak out his mind.

This is it.

Oh my god, this is it.

“Y/N, I have something to tell you…” He trailed off, now facing her properly. (poor Ramen was being squeezed to death)

You became nervous. Did he notice my staring? Holy shit is he gonna tell me I’m weird?

“I think I li—”

“Y/N!”

Internally groaning at yet another interruption, Jungkook turned to whoever decided to call you out. It was a guy, definitely older than you. He turned to you, silently questioning if you knew the intruder, and was surprised to see none of your cheery aura.

You were livid.

“Daniel Y/L/N.”

a/n: tumblr decided to be a bitch and didn't save every edit i made so this took awhile. also, #danielisoverparty and oops, y'all thought Daniel was an ex lmao ig i made him sound too ex-y 🤡

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The Moon and the Sun (Zuko x Reader) part 6

Thank you so much for all of the positive feedback, I love you guys!! But anyway here is part 6 and just wanted to say that there is a small flashback in the story incase anyone was confused on that part. But hope you enjoy and I am working on part 7 so that should be up soon. 

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“The stars sure are beautiful tonight, too bad you can’t see them Toph.” Katara said in a tone loud enough for Toph to hear. You heard Toph grunt before Katara was launched into the air and onto Sokka.

“How’s a guy supposed to sleep with all this yelling and earth quaking?” Sokka asked as he sat up and threw Katara off of him.

“That thing is back.” Toph said as she reached out of her tent and you just let out a sigh as you stood up.

“Well, how far away is it?” Sokka asked as he grabbed the top of his sleeping back and pulled it over his head, laying back down. “Maybe we can close our eyes just for a few minutes.”

“I don’t think so Sokka.” Aang said as he looked over to see a line of smoke in the air.

“But I just want to sleep.” Sokka said with a groan and you just rolled your eyes at him as you bumped your foot against his side.

“We have to go.” You said, and he let out another loud groan before getting up. You all quickly put everything back on the saddle and before long you were all in the air again.

“Seriously what is that thing?” Katara asked as she rubbed her eyes.

“And how does it keep finding us?” Toph asked as the three of you were leaning against the back of the saddle looking at the trail of smoke in the air.

“I don’t know, but this time, I’m gonna make sure we lose them.” Aang said and Appa started to fly faster. You turned around and looked to see that Sokka was laying down and already asleep.

“Come on, you should try to get some sleep.” You said to Toph as you took her hand and helped guide her away from the back of the saddle and to an open spot by Sokka. Almost as soon as she laid her head down she was asleep and a smile came to your face as you turned to Katara. “You should try to get some sleep too.” “What about you?” She asked, and you just shook your head as you at her, exhaustion was all over her face and she looked like she was about to crash.

“I think we both know I don’t get much sleep.” You said as you sat down against the back of the saddle beside her.

“Nightmare?” She asked, and you nodded as you brought your knees to your chest, resting your chin on top. “Do you have them a lot?”

“Ever since I was a kid.” You said as you thought about all of the nights you had avoided sleep because you couldn’t handle having another nightmare.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She asked, and you could feel her eyes on you as you shook your head.

“We have more important things to worry about than my sleeping problems.” You said as you turned so that you could see behind Appa.

“Who do you think it is?” Katara asked as she glanced behind Appa.

“I don’t know but we have to figure out how they’re tracking us.” You said as the trail of smoke in the air was getting smaller and smaller as Appa got further away. Katara gave a small nod in agreement before she closed her eyes and laid her head back against the saddle. You did the same but instead of closing your eyes you looked up at the stars, it was something that you had done ever since you were a kid.

“Hey, it’s me again, I know you’re probably tired of hearing all of my questions about my parents, so I won’t ask about them, but I do want to ask if you could do something.” You said as you looked up at the moon. “You gave me my bending, so could you take it away? I know most people probably love being a bender, but I just wish I wasn’t. I just don’t want to be like you anymore, you’re able to be who you are and pull and push the water, but I can’t without being scared that someone is going to find out. So, is there any way that you could just take it away?” “Who are you talking to?” A voice asked from behind you and you knew it was Zuko before you even turned around. A smile came to your face as you looked away from the sky to see him standing a few feet behind you, a small piece of bread in his hands that you knew was for the turtleducks. “I was talking to the moon.” You said as you looked away from him and back up to the sky, a blush coming to your face as you realized how ridiculous you sounded.

“To the moon?” He asked as he sat down beside you and looked up at the moon, trying to figure out why you would be talking to the moon.

“Yeah, to the moon spirit.” You said, keeping your eyes on the sky.

“What were you asking it to take away?” He asked, and you could feel his eyes on you as he asked, but you kept your eyes on the sky, scared to look at him.

“My bending.” You said and even though you weren’t looking at him you knew that he would have a confused expression on his face. Zuko had always thought very highly of your bending, he had even told you that he liked water better than fire because it could heal instead of burn, so he couldn’t figure out why you would ever want it to be taken.

“Why would you want your bending to be taken away?” He asked, and you finally looked away from the sky to look over at him. It had been a few months since his mom left and this was the first time that you had seen him look almost okay, sure he looked tired but it was the middle of the night so that was normal.

“Because I don’t want it.” You said before you looked down at your hands. “You wouldn’t understand, you’re able to bend and it be okay but every time I bend I’m terrified that someone is going to see and we both know what would happen if your dad found out.” “When I’m Fire Lord, you can bend all you want and nothing will ever happen to you. I’ll keep you safe, I promise.” He said after a moment of silence, and the statement caused you to look over at him.

“Zuko you can’t promise that, the people would never accept me.” You said, and he just shook his head as he turned to fully face you.

“Yes, they will. I can tell them that you’re like the moon, and I’m like the sun.” He said, and you raised an eyebrow at him, letting him know that he needed to elaborate. “Uncle told me that the moon and the sun needed each other, they couldn’t exist without the other. I get my power from the Sun and you get yours from the Moon, so it’s kind of like we are the moon and the sun.”

“The moon and the sun.” You said as you looked back up at the sky. “But wouldn’t that make us complete opposites?”  

“Yeah but Uncle says opposites are good.” He said, and you looked over at him to see he was looking at the water.

“One of my water scrolls says that opposites balance each other out, like Yin and Yang.” You said, and you watched as a small smile came to his face, the first smile that you had seen since his mom left. That was the first night of many that the two of you would spend sitting out by the pond, late at night when nightmares kept you from sleeping. And when you were banished you would spend your nights on the deck looking up at the stars and the moon, waiting for the sun to come up.

You were brought out of your thoughts as you felt Appa start to go down and you sat up to see that you were about to land, but as soon as you got there Appa just fell over, dumping you all on the ground and with how exhausted everyone was, you were the only one who seemed to be bothered by the sudden fall. You sat up and dusted yourself off as you looked to see everyone else just grabbing their sleeping bags.

“Okay, forget about setting up camp.” Sokka said as he crawled into his sleeping bag and started to crawl around. “I’m finding the softest pile of dirt and going to sleep.”

“That’s good because Toph wasn’t going to help anyway.” Katara said as she grabbed her sleeping bag and laid her head on it.

“Oh, I didn’t realize baby still needed someone to tuck her in bed.” Toph said as she laid on her back, eyes faced towards the sky. You tried your best to ignore the two of them as you unrolled your sleeping bag and laid on top of it.

“Come on guys, there’s something after us and we don’t even know what or who it is.” Aang said as he lifted his shirt to go over his head.

“It could be Zuko. We haven’t seen him since the North Pole.” Katara said and you knew that she was looking at you.  

“Who’s Zuko?” Toph asked and you looked over at her confused for a moment before you remembered that she had just joined you guys.

“Y/Ns boyfriend.” Sokka said before anyone else could respond to her question.

“He isn’t my boyfriend.” You said as you sat up and leaned on your elbow to look over at Sokka, who rolled his eyes at you before looking at Toph.  

“What I meant was, just some angry freak with a ponytail who’s tracked us all over the world.” Sokka said before he looked over at you, and even though he was tired you could see the sarcastic smile on his face as he said his next words. “And Y/N’s ex-boyfriend.”

“What’s wrong with ponytails, ponytail?” Katara asked in a sarcastic tone, trying to get the attention off of the boyfriend part and you sent her a small smile as Sokka laid his head against the ground.  

“This is a warrior’s wolf tail.” Sokka said as he pointed to his ponytail.

“Well, it certainly tells the other warriors that you’re fun and perky.” She said, and you just rolled your eyes at Sokka before you laid back down.

“Anyway, whoever’s chasing us, they couldn’t have followed us here, so now would everyone just shush?” Sokka said and you heard his move around before laying back down, followed by Momo making a few noises. “No, Momo. Shh. Sleepy time.”

“Aang please get Momo so that Sokka will be quiet.” You said but you sat up once you heard Momo start to make more noise.

“Oh, don’t tell me.” Sokka said as he put his head on the ground and you looked over at Aang, who was looking at Momo standing by the edge of the mountain you were on.

“That’s impossible. There’s no way they would have tracked us.” Aang said and you let out a sigh before you stood up and looked over at Toph.

“I can feel it with my own two feet.” Toph said, confirming that whoever it was found you. Aang ran over to the edge as the rest of you followed him and when you reached the edge you seen the familiar cloud of smoke.

“Let’s get out of here.” Katara said, already turning to go back to Appa.

“Maybe we should face them and find out who they are.” Aang said and you looked over at him. “Who knows, maybe they’re friendly.”

“Always the optimist.” Sokka said with a sigh. “I doubt anyone who has been following us like they have is friendly.” You said as you looked away from Aang and over to where the machine was now stopping. You watched as one of the doors opened up and when the dirt settled, you seen three figures that you did not want to see.

“It’s those three girls from Omashu.” Katara said and you looked at everyone to see that they were all getting in a fighting stance.

“We can take them, three on four.” Toph said as she planted her feet more firmly on the ground.

“Actually Toph, there’s five of us.” Sokka said as he raised his boomerang and looked over at her.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t count you. You know, no bending and all.” She said, and you watched as Sokka’s face dropped.

“I can still fight!” He yelled at her and you put a hand on his shoulder as you gave him a small smile.

“Of course, you can.” You said to him before looking over at Toph, waiting on her to correct herself.

“Okay, three on four plus Sokka.” She said and Sokka let out a frustrated yell as his face started to turn red.

“It’s okay Sokka, I count you.” You said with a smile as you turned back around to face the three girls that were getting closer to you.

You knew that with the exhausted state everyone was in that this fight wasn’t going to go the way you wanted it too, and you were starting to question how good of an idea it was to stay here when you could try to get away.

“Well, we wanted to find out who they were, and we found out. Now let’s get out of here.” Sokka said as he put his boomerang back on his back and turned around, running back to Appa. You watched as Toph raised a wall once you were on the saddle and as you heard the sound of lightening your heart sunk. No one was in a good enough state to fight, let alone fight against lightening. And you knew that one hit of lightening would kill any of you, so you took a deep breath before you looked over at Sokka.  

“I have an idea, and you aren’t going to like it but you’re going to have to trust me. If she hits Appa with lightening it’s all over, and you guys have to get out of here.” You said to him and he raised an eyebrow at you. “What do you mean you guys have to get out of here? We have to get out of here, you included.” He asked as he looked at you. You turned to see Toph raise a rock to block arrows from Toph before she jumped on the saddle.

“I have to figure out how she’s tracking us.” You said as you looked up at Aang.

“Appa, yip yip.” Aang said and as he was starting to fly you looked back to Sokka.

“You’ll have to trust me.” You said as you stood up and before they could stop you, you jumped off of the saddle. Sokka yelled as he tried to grab you, but it was too late, you were already off the saddle and on the ground as Appa took off. And before Aang could think about turning around, Azula sent a line of fire his way, causing Appa to fly faster. You looked up to see Sokka and Katara leaning over the back of the saddle looking at you as they got further away.

“I had hoped we would get the chance to speak to each other.” Azula said from behind you. You took a deep breath before slowly turning around to look at her, seeing her signature smirk on her face. “Me too.” You said as you glanced over at Mai and Ty Lee to see confused looks on their faces.

“I assume you stayed behind to fight us off and give your friends a head start?” Azula asked as she raised an eyebrow at you.

“That’s what I told them.” You said as you looked at her. “But I really just wanted a chance to talk to an old friend.” “Oh really?” She asked, and you nodded. You knew what you were about to do would forever ruin your chance of being friends with them again, even after the war ended, but if you wanted to keep Aang, Katara, Sokka, and Toph safe you would have to do it.

“Yes.” You said as you slowly got down on your knees as you bowed to her. “It would be an honor to be able to fight alongside you, to help you capture the Avatar and bring glory to the Fire Nation.” “Oh Y/N, you never were a very good liar.” Azula said and you slowly stood up as you looked at her. “You seriously didn’t think I would be that gullible, did you? You chose the Avatar over my brother, so why would you choose me over the both of them?”

“Because you were my best friend.” You said as you looked at her, and you knew by the look on her face that she didn’t believe you.  

“If you can betray poor Zuzu, I think you could betray me. But I would love having you with me while I capture the Avatar, I like the idea of having the two things my brother wanted.” She said, letting out a sigh before she sent a small line of fire out, catching your pouch of water on fire. You quickly took it off and let it fall to the ground before you looked at Azula. “Well, now that we know you won’t be bending, let’s go.”

Part 7

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[second-chance-stray]

RP Log: Cravs bets that Bertram can’t outrun a chocobo.

Cravendy Hound - Cravs hadn’t remembered to exchange contact information with Windy, which made treating the fellow to drinks hard to follow up on. But she was a daily sight at Gridania’s local bars, and she figured that eventually, the two of them would cross paths again. Already moderately inebriated, the sea wolf leans back on her stool and rests her feet against the table. Balancing precariously on one chair leg, she brings a bottle up to her lips and takes a hearty chug.

Bertram Windshadow was -- for better or worse -- a pretty frequent haunt of the various small villages and outposts in the Shroud. He enjoyed being out in the depths of the forest and was generally only inclined to return when he was in need of something to drink or eat. That or sleep. On this particular occasion he'd been out doing some foraging before deciding to take a break in his efforts to prize a small flower away from a slumbering morbol.

Bertram Windshadow made his way into the Druthers with his attention upon a satchel of fresh herb cuttings before looking up to see a familiar face. He blinks. "Cravs?"

Cravendy Hound struggles to focus on whoever has just said her name. She squints through a drunken fog, eventually making out blonde hair. A man...probably. And an eyepatch? Maybe Windshadow - or was it Windshade? Cravs shifts back forward and braces her elbows against her knees as she slovenly waves the guest over to sit at the table.

Cravendy Hound: “Over ‘ere, afore the seat gets old...I mean, cold.” She hiccups, and looks especially pleased.

Bertram Windshadow lifts his brow slightly as he resecures the satchel to his side and makes his way over to the offered seat. Had she been expecting him? How on Hydaelyn did she know that he was going to be here? Regardless, he shook off the thought and made his way over to join the woman that was not quite a stranger. "A pleasant surprise, huh?" He says with a quiet laugh while he gets seated, "What brings you out here?"

Cravendy Hound: “Brings me out ‘ere? I’m ‘ere whenever I can find the time,” she admits, speech slightly slurred. She slides the open bottle that she had been drinking out of earlier over to Bertram. “Ye can find me wherever there’s good drink to be ‘ad.”

Cravendy Hound smells freshly cut greens, and glances over to her companion’s pouch of herbs. She purses her lips together and makes a couple of circles with her hand, loose at the wrist. “Wh...Whassat for. Pickin’ flowers for someone? Heh heh...”

Bertram Windshadow: "That's a busy schedule ..." He muses quietly with a gently amused expression on his face. He certainly seemed tickled by the thought. He pauses a moment -- in the midst of pouring himself a *very* reserved drink -- to glance at the satchel of cuttings and then back to Cravendy. "Something like that." He laughs softly, "Some herbs for a friend. They helped me out with some of the bites that I got from your buzzing friends the other day."

Cravendy Hound: “That’s kind of them...kind of ye too, to ‘elp out with those bugs in the first place.” Cravs gives him a wide grin, followed by a few friendly pats on his shoulder. “I jus raid the medicine cabinets in the clinic after stuff like this, but yer not part of a mercenary company, are ye? Ye can always ask me to, er, -borrow- some supplies for ye.”

Bertram Windshadow takes the pats upon his shoulder steadily. It seems like he's not all so unused to the strong sort of camaraderie. He lets out another quiet laugh as he takes a small sip of his only partially full cup. It was *exactly* drinking hours for him yet but ... he didn't want to appear ungrateful. "Well that's real kind of *you* to offer, Cravs." He bobs his head to the side, "And, no, I'm not. I'm a bit of a ... uh ... freelancer, I guess? My friend does mercenary work though."

Cravendy Hound raises a brow. “Oh, they’re a mercenary too? Maybe I know ‘em...what’re they like?”

Cravendy Hound hears a ‘kweh’ coming from the stables in front of the bar, and suddenly remembers Windy’s claim that he can outrun a chocobo. She quickly gets up and nearly loses her balance. Thankfully, her hands find the side of the drinking table, and she’s able to stabilize herself. “Wait, save that thought. Heheh, remember what ye said last time? ‘Eres a clue - it involves big, yellow horsebos.”

Bertram Windshadow: "Oh, they're an old fr--" His answer is cut off short by Cravendy's sudden notice of the nearby chocobos. Bertram is almost ready to catch her as she wobbles but she's able to steady herself. He blinks before following her attention in the direction of the chocobo with a quiet laugh. "Oh ... I suppose I did make a somewhat bold claim, didn't I?"

Cravendy Hound ‘s grin only continues to widen. “Let’s make a bet. I’ll ride a chocobo to Camp Tranquil’s aetheryte, and ye’ll go on foot. Whoever gets there first wins the pool. Letss see...” With one free hand, she digs into her pockets and finds them woefully empty. Damnit, she had already emptied them on an earlier wager. “Bugger me, ‘aven’t got a gil on me at the moment. ‘Ow about an aye-owe-ye...half of what ye earn on yer next job?”

Bertram Windshadow glances between Cravendy and the chocobos several times before laughing quietly and rubbing the back of his neck. "Well ... alright. I can't see the harm in that." He pauses, focusing his attention upon Cravendy now."Though, I have to be honest ... I don't exactly make a lot of gil regularly."

Cravendy Hound: “Pwah, it’s fine. That’s the beauty of a debt...ye don’t ‘ave to pay right away,” Cravs answers, as she then stumbles over to the chocobo stables. As she heads out, the alehouse proprietor calmly adds a few lines to the bottom onto her tab and closes her out for the night. Though not one to pay right away, Cravs would eventually return to chip away at what she owed. An unspoken agreement between the owner and the customer.

Cravendy Hound saddles a chocobo and loosely holds onto its reins.

Bertram Windshadow watches at Cravendy hurries out from the establishment, a look of quiet shock upon his face before glancing over to the owner. He gives a somewhat apologetic smile before getting up and following the roegadyn outside. He steps up just as Cravendy is getting settled upon her 'bo, looking up with a thoughtful expression. "That's a good looking 'bo you've got there."

Cravendy Hound - The chocobo, dressed in an adorable yellow raincoat, kwehs nervously at Bertram while Cravs leans forward to hug its neck. “Hrngh...it. Came this way. Nnnyway, ye need to stretch or somethin’, Windy? Don’t want ye pullin’ a muscle, shit ‘urts.”

Bertram Windshadow bobs his head from side to side with a light smile, "I'm all good here, I think. I've gotten all warmed up from runnin' around foraging today. I shouldn't be in too much risk of hurting myself." He steps over and gives the 'bo a gentle pat on the wing before looking over in the direction of the Camp Tranquil. "All the way to Camp Tranquil then?" He looks up to Cravendy for confirmation.

Cravendy Hound - The chocobo abruptly jumps and ruffles its feathers upon being pet, and Cravs is thrown back into the saddle. With a pained expression, she rubs at the small of her back, kneading circles with her knuckle. “Camp Tranquil, aye. Alright, well, on the count of three! One...two...”

(Cravendy Hound) should we actually race >:D tho chocobo is too fast, I'd need some kind of handicap )) (Bertram Windshadow) (( Hahaha! That could be fun! Though I'm not sure what handicap would work. Hrmm ..." (Cravendy Hound) we can use the timer thing xD )) (Cravendy Hound) hmmm )) (Cravendy Hound) I could just run further, and take the bridge up to Camp Tranquil from the Lower Paths )) (Bertram Windshadow) (( Oooh! A head start? )) (Cravendy Hound) head start also works!! )) (Cravendy Hound) bert magic headstart xD )) (Bertram Windshadow) (( I'm good with whatever! I'll follow your lead! )) (Bertram Windshadow) (( He's quick! And magic! )) (Cravendy Hound) ahaha )) (Cravendy Hound) lets do me running further, that way we can start together :D )) (Bertram Windshadow) (( Sounds good! Where's the finish line for me!? )) (Cravendy Hound) camp tranquil aetheryte! finish for both of us :D )) (Cravendy Hound) I'm just taking a longer path )) (Bertram Windshadow) Got it!! )) (Cravendy Hound) you take whatever path you want xD )) (Cravendy Hound) alright gonna start a timer........ ))

Bertram Windshadow begins to focus and his silhouette seems to blur. Like he's difficult to look at.

(Cravendy Hound) xD )) (Cravendy Hound) that was fun! )) (Bertram Windshadow) (( Hahaha! Very fun! ))

Bertram Windshadow comes to a skidding stop just before the large aetheryte crystal! As he does so an errant breeze seems to follow in behind him. Once he's to a complete stop he glances around to see what the results were!

Cravendy Hound - And on the count of three, they’re off! Cravs screams, and holds onto dear life as her steed sprints forward. The scream slowly gets quieter as the chocobo and rider disappear into the forest. When Bertram arrives, he would see Crav’s bird arrive just seconds before. But it arrives...alone. Kweh! :3

Bertram Windshadow: "........................."

(Cravendy Hound) same, bert. same................... ))

Bertram Windshadow blinks several times, "Cravs?" He glances around, searching for the bird's rider, raising his voice slightly, "Cravs?!"

Cravendy Hound - There’s no immediate response. Meanwhile, the chocobo hustles over to Bertram and stares at his blond locks. After a cautious pause, it then cranes its neck and begins to nibble at his hair. If it looks like hay...

Cravendy Hound - Having fallen off early, Cravs is on the ground halfway to Camp Tranquil. She drags herself out of a bush, dazed and confused.

Bertram Windshadow makes absolutely zero effort to stop the chocobo. In fact he seems to continue on like nothing weird -- like hay hair -- was happening at all. "Craaaaavs?!" He calls out, starting to wander his way to the edge of the platform. Hopefully his hair was at least good tasting.

(Cravendy Hound) im losing it aahhahah >:D )) (Bertram Windshadow) (( Hahahaha. I lost it at his hair looking like hay. I can't unsee it now. ))

Cravendy Hound - The chocobo spits out Bertram’s hair, deciding, no! It may look like hay, but it tastes nothing but. It chooses to follow him around as he goes over to the camp’s balcony. By now, Cravs has slowly made her way to where the bridges that lead up to Camp Tranquil begin. She just barely hears him call out to her and, as a speck in the distance, waves back. Muffled and nearly inaudible, she yells: “I’M OKAY.”

Bertram Windshadow tilts his head to the side, straining to hear Cravendy's distant reply. There was a moment of relief in his gut as he turns to look at the chocobo, patting them gently upon the neck. "She's okay." He offers quietly to the chocobo that abandoned Cravs in the first place. "Come on, let's go meet her." He then makes his way down the platforms toward Cravendy.

Cravendy Hound leans forward against the bridge’s post, looking exhausted. Drunk + bumpy ride + falling off = a whole ton of regret. She didn’t even get a good look at Bertram running! He just sort of became a blur - but was that the alcohol affecting her vision, or reality? No matter. Cravs pushes off of the wood post and tries to stand by herself, but can’t quite find her balance. For now, she kneels down on one knee as the world spins around her. “Blergh...”

Cravendy Hound: “...did ye get there first?”

Bertram Windshadow steps up close, leaning over Cravendy for a moment to make sure that she's okay before reaching out and offering a hand to the woman so that he could help her to her feet. "Not quite, no." He laughs softly, shaking his head. "Your 'bo beat me by a few seconds. They're a speedy one, you're quite lucky!" He looks over to the chocobo with a smile. "I also think they're hungry."

Cravendy Hound takes his hand and pulls herself up. She grunts in thanks. “Rather have a ‘bo that can keep me on its back...Ow!” The chocobo pecks right at the top-center of Crav’s head, as if it were following the conversation somehow. She rubs her head and gives it a dirty look.

Cravendy Hound: “Ye know, technically speakin’...the chocobo got first, ye got second, and I got disqualified. ‘Ow are we gonna resolve that? Bird gets the winnin’s?” She notes, chuckling.

Bertram Windshadow laughs softly as the chocobo injects with its indignant peck upon Cravendy's head. He bobs his head from side to side as he considers the situation. "Sounds to me like I owe the 'bo a nice meal."

Cravendy Hound lets out an amused snort. “Hah! Aye, aye...To the winner, goes the spoils.” She shakes her head in disbelief as her chocobo chirps happily. Two special meals, oh! Happy days!

Bertram Windshadow grins slightly and dips his head forward, glancing over to the chocobo as it makes the joyful chirp. "Well ... shall we then? We can get you all brushed off too ..." He glances over Cravendy before laughing quietly.

Bertram Windshadow grins slightly and dips his head forward, glancing over to the chocobo as it makes the joyful chirp. "Well ... shall we then? We can get you all brushed off too ..." He glances over Cravendy before laughing quietly.

Cravendy Hound feels her expression hardening to her usual frown, but after a second, it falls away to laughter. “One trip to the chocobo stalls, to give ‘im a meal...and give myself a brushin’. Let’s.” She turns to walk back up the path to Buscarron’s Druthers - the start and end to a reckless but fun evening.

[troop-scoop]

Mistakes & Regrets XXIII

Summary: When a trip to your Dad’s hometown of Hawkins goes wrong, you end up in the year 1983, and have to learn how to cope with being stuck in the past.

Pairing: Steve Harrington / Future!Reader (like, a really slow burn)

Warnings: Swearing, violence, blood, fluff and angst :) (Im so sorry in advance)

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November 5th 1984

It was a cold November morning. Two days after everything. A Monday. It felt weird to go back to what the new normal had become. Waking up alone in an apartment, getting ready and then making your way to the only coffee shop in town, before going to school. 

When you and Steve had been dropped off at your apartment you’d found it in disarray. With furniture moved, and Poloroid film cartridges tossed about, empty. 

You didn’t bother to clean it that night, just taking a shower and falling asleep. You drove Steve to where his car was by the abandoned tracks yesterday. His bruises healing and his cuts still bandaged, but now with bandaids that didn’t come from Lucas’ bag, that were from his nine year old sister. 

Parking your car, you leaned back into your seat. Jonathan’s words were on repeat in your head. And had been since you dropped Steve off. 

‘You’re both oblivious.’

Was he right? You didn’t quite know. But the more you thought about it, the more likely it seemed. 

Grabbing your coffee and the pastry bag you got out of the car, closing the door and locking it. You didn’t even want to be here, you wanted to be cleaning your apartment and listening to music. The apartment did need cleaning after all. But you made your way to the front entrance to the school.

“Hey!” 

Looking to your right you saw Steve jogging to catch up to you, his bruises now more purple and yellow in color than the bright screaming red they were before. 

Smiling a bit you stopped for him. “What’s up? You doing okay?” You asked.

When he caught up, the two of you began walking together. 

“I think I should be asking you that.”

Furrowing your brows you looked up at him. “What do you mean?” 

Even though the bruising and cuts affected how he expressed his emotions through his face, you could tell he thought you were playing dumb. 

“Oh. . . the tunnels?” 

He nodded a bit, taking the pastry bag from you and pulling out the sandwich you often bought for him, leaving your muffin. 

“I’m fine.” You responded, a white lie, but it wasn’t like you hadn’t lied to him before, but every white lie or half truth you gave him hurt you a little more. 

Steve looked unconvinced but said nothing. There was a sense of awkwardness between the two of you as you continued into the school. You didn’t know if it was because he knew you lied, or because of something else. 

The hallway was crowded, with students trying to make their way to their lockers, with plenty of them getting in the way and bumping shoulders with you. 

You looked up from the linoleum floor, seeing Tommy, Carol and Billy all at another girl’s locker. Billy had a bit of bruising on his face, but not much. Glaring at him, you turned your attention away. 

“You should smile more, L/n. You’d be prettier.” 

The comment made you clench your jaw, as you continued down the hall, “Ignore him.” Steve grumbled . And you did, for approximately 10 seconds before you heard Billy say something else. 

“It’s always the girls with daddy issues.” 

You stopped dead in your tracks, clutching your coffee and the bag that held your muffin. You’d gotten plenty of comments on how’d been raised when you were a kid, plenty of comments about your fathers. But that? That was too far. 

“What did you say?” You demanded, turning to face the group, seeing Tommy and Carol looking amused while the other girl had a snide look on her face. 

“You heard me, princess.” 

You walked to a locker, placing your coffee and muffin on top of the metal, and slipping off your bag, leaving it on the floor. Steve attempted to grab you, but didn’t react in time as you walked to Billy, fists clenched before you stopped a foot away from him, chin up as you stared up at him. People were staring now.

“Hargrove-” Steve had walked over, ready to deescalate the situation. It wasn’t really a thing he wanted to see happen at 7:30 in the morning. 

“Steve, I’ve got this.” You told him, and with that, he took a step back. “Say it again, Hargrove, I fucking dare you.” 

Billy only looked more amused at that, and turned his head to Tommy. “You see this?” He turned back to you and smirked. “It’s always the girls with daddy issues.” He repeated.

That was all it took, within a second you’d laid a punch to his face, the back of his head slamming against a locker. 

“Holy shit!” 

The clamoring of voices began as you grabbed the collar of Billy’s jean jacket and held him against the locker. “I’m not your fucking princess. And you don’t know shit about me.” You told him. He seemed confused for a moment at how you had a grip on him, and everyone else was telling you to let him go, no one wanting to get involved. Everyone knew not to get involved when two girls fought. But what did you do when a girl and boy were fighting. “You don’t get to say shit.”

He pushed you away and when he did you reached up and grabbed a fistful of his permed hair, pulling him along with you. 

“Y/n! Stop!” 

“Oh, my God.” 

You threw Billy to the ground. You’d been in fights before, but it had been awhile. The last ‘fight’ you just initiated by hitting Steve, but you didn’t finish it. 

Billy got back onto his feet, wiping his lip and catching a drop of blood on the pad of his thumb. “Hit me, bitch. Fucking hit me!” You yelled at him. “Or do you just reserve that for your sister and little boys?”

He was angry now and took large strides over to you, trying to swing but you swerved out of the way, shoving his shoulder and letting him hit the locker. 

Still no one knew what to do. How often did you see a girl beating a guy in a fight in a conservative state in the 80’s? Never, if ever. 

He recovered quickly and pushed you so harshly you hit the locker across from the one he’s hit. And you could feel the sharp edge of the vent hit your forehead. It was a hot pain, and very familiar. You knew that you had a cut on your head. 

Turning to look at him your turned your neck to pop it, and in the process, popped your knuckles as well. “Y/n, you need to stop-” Before Steve could finish his sentence you began approaching Billy again, only to have someone come behind you and lift you up, trying to drag you away. 

Lifting your feet into the air and using whoever was trying to drag you away from the situation as leverage you began to kick at the older boy, getting him in the thigh before whoever it was, lost their balance and fell with their back against a locker. And when you landed between their legs, with your back against their chest, You could tell it was Steve, who’d seen enough when he’d seen the single drop of blood beginning to form on your head when you hit the locker. 

He knew to get it to stop he had to get you first. 

“You’re just a good for nothing redneck!” You shouted, struggling against Steve’s grip that was almost like a vice. “Let me at him! I’m gonna fucking kill him!” 

Before Billy could even approach the two of you, Tommy had stopped him. “Dude, don’t lose to a girl.” 

“A girl? Motherfucker my cock is bigger than yours!” You hadn’t gone completely batshit in a long time. Since middle school. And you used to give off ‘crazy bitch’ vibes. And you were sure that’s what was happening. 

“Jesus-”

“I will peg your Jesus!” 

“Y/n? What the hell?” Nancy asked, pushing past the front line of students who had surrounded you guys, and soon after was Jonathan, who had wide eyes upon seeing you struggle against Steve’s grip

“He’s a cunt!” You shouted, directing it to Billy who just stood, taking deep breaths and very clearly upset and full of anger. In a split second of sudden anger he turned and punched a dent into the locker behind him. 

“Aw, big strong man! Just has to prove how big and strong he is by punching things and threatening children!” You said in a condescending voice. “Get some fucking therapy, douchbag!” 

You stopped struggling when the principal broke through the line of students as well, seeing the three of you in the center. His eyes landing on you and Steve, before going to Billy. 

“What happened here?”

“He said I have daddy issues.”

• • •

“never, and I mean never, let anybody push you around.”

Your dad wasn’t a fool. You’d known that your entire life. You’d known he was clever since you knew what the word meant. He and Pa both were. So you always listened to what they had to say, no matter how much you didn’t want to. 

And when you dad said that to you after you hit that fifth grader in second grade, you repeated those words in your head whenever in an administrative office. 

But while you were calm and sitting with your arms crossed, glaring at Billy through the opened Nurse’s office door, Steve was sitting next to you, bouncing his knee out of nervousness. Reaching out you placed your hand on his knee to stop the bouncing, and reluctantly, he stopped. 

A few more moments of silence followed, before you could see his shoulder shaking. Looking over at him, he was quietly laughing to himself, covering his mouth so he didn’t get any looks from the staff. 

“What?” 

Steve didn’t answer, instead burying his face in his hands and leaning forward, continuing to laugh for seemingly no reason. 

“Are you high?” 

He looked at you with a bright smile before asking. “Did you really tell Tommy that you had a bigger dick than him?” It was quiet enough to make sure none of the secretaries or counselors heard his, making sure that they didn’t chastise his language. 

A smile came to your face, half in disbelief and the other in true amusement. Because out of everything that happened in the last week, he was laughing. He was smiling and laughing over something you’d said. 

“I said cock, but yeah.” 

Steve audibly laughed which only triggered you to start laughing as well. Earning a few shushes from the secretaries, but that only made you laugh harder. 

“You’re unbelievable.” Steve chuckled, his laughter dying down as he leaned back in his seat. Both of you settling down to just smiles on your faces. “You’re unbelievable, and a dumbass.” He added, leaning to the side a bit to nudge your shoulder with his. 

“I’m your favorite dumbass though.” 

December 2nd 1984

“They stopped sending checks since they shut down, and I don’t think I dip into my savings for rent every month, I already spent enough trying to get the car repaired.” You spoke, wiping down the counters in your kitchen.

“Did you try to calling them?” Nancy suggested, with Jonathan drinking a glass of water on the other side of the kitchen. 

“”Oh right, cause a shut down lab is gonna have people ready to answer the phones.” You grumbled, putting the the rag under the sink with the bleach you’d used

“And you didn’t renew your lease?” Nancy questioned as you leaned against the counter, running a hand through your hair in contemplation. 

“Nancy, why in god’s name would I renew my lease if I won’t be able to pay my rent in a few months? Hm? Riddle me that, detective.” You were being rude, and you knew it. It’d been like that for awhile and you couldn’t put your finger on exactly why. 

Jonathan sighed a bit. “I could talk my mom, I’m sure she’d let you move in with us.” He offered. 

“No, you guys are already cramped in that house, I’m not gonna add to it.” You told him, shaking your head. 

Shaking his head, Jonatan put his glass of water down and turned his attention to just you. “Think about it, all the Byers, under one roof, mom is always asking to update her on you. If you moved in, it would ease her anxiety about you living on the other side of town, plus whenever you can’t sleep at least you won’t be home alone.”

Jonathan had good points. Except by ‘can’t sleep’ he meant you would wake up at random points in the night with a gut wrenching feeling. Like something was about to happen to you. And you hated being home alone when it happened. 

“Okay, I guess.” 

December 14th 1984

Grabbing a box from the backseat of Steve’s car, you moved to the front of the house. You barely had anything to begin with, it wasn’t hard to get your valuables in boxes and get them into Steve’s car to go to the Byers home. 

You were thankful that Steve was even willing to drive you there and help you get boxes inside. It wasn’t much, but it meant a lot. 

But you assumed one of the only reasons he agreed to actually get boxes inside was because Jonathan was at work. Meaning he didn’t have to see him again. They were on good terms, but still didn’t like to talk.

“Mom, who’s room is she going to be staying in?” Will asked as you set the box down on the coffee table.

“We have that one empty room, That’s her room now.” Joyce told him, picking up the polaroid from one of the boxes and looking at it with a small smile, remembering whatever memory it was in which Bob told Jonathan and Will to give it to you as a gift. 

Going back outside you grabbed the last box, turning back to the front door to see Steve leaning against the frame, staring at you with an absentminded smile.

Smiling back, you closed the door to his car, walking back to the house and handing the box off to him. “Can you put this in the hallway?” You asked. He nodded and took it inside. 

It was going to be odd living with other people again. You hadn’t done that in over a year, and were still hesitant to even take a look at the empty room she talked about putting you in. It was the smallest room in the house but that wasn’t too big of a deal. You barely took up much space in the apartment. 

Hearing a car on the road, you turned as saw Hopper’s vehicle approaching the house. When he got close enough he stopped and got out. 

“Hey, Chief. “ You greeted him as he walked over, holding an envelope. 

“Hey, kid. Where’s Joyce?”

“Inside.” You shrugged, going inside yourself as he followed after. Making your way over to the bedroom you grabbed your backpack and one of the boxes. 

Much to your surprise, there was a bed in the room, and a nightstand, and a dresser. “Wow.” You muttered. 

Steve looked to you while he sorted a few of your things out in the box he’d taken to the room when you first got there. Most of it cosmetic or hair care products. 

“What?” He questioned, setting a makeup bag down on the wooden dresser,  while you dropped your bag off at the end of the bed and set the box you had on top of the dresser as well. 

“Nothing.” You muttered quietly. “Just been awhile since I’ve lived in the same house as an adult.” You joked lightly, taking out a few of your text books and putting on the dresser. 

He looked down a bit and nodded, staying quiet. “Why’d you say that you and Jonathan were family?”

Looking up at him, you saw him already staring at you. His eyes seemed more than curious. Almost as if confused. Maybe hurt? You couldn’t pinpoint it. But it plucked at your feelings seeing him look at you like that. 

“He’s like family.” You lied. You’d become quite good at it, compared to a year ago. You used to be the worst liar in the world. You dad could tell when you were thinking of a lie to a question that hadn’t even been asked yet. But that could have been because he was your dad. Because he’d seen every moment of your life. “He’s like a brother.”

Steve’s face shifted a bit, like he knew you weren’t quite telling the truth, but deciding to believe it. Like he didn’t really want to know the truth. Grabbing onto his arm you smiled a bit. “You’re still my best friend, even if I’m living with the Byers.” 

You smiled at each other for awhile before hearing Joyce call for you. “Guess that means I should probably go.” He told you. 

“Probably.” You agreed quietly, watching as he left the room before you, leaving you in silence, with boxes and the faint smell of his cologne hanging a bit in the air. You wanted to reach out and keep him from going. But something inside told you not to. That you couldn’t. 

Leaving the room a moment later you saw Joyce and Hopper standing in the dining room, with Joyce looking over whatever had been in the envelope that Hopper had brought to her. 

“Hey.” 

Joyce turned her head and smiled at you, holding out the paper for you to take. Reaching out you grabbed the paper. You noticed the words ‘State of Indiana’ at the top. Looking further down you saw ‘Birth Certificate’ 

Sparing the two a suspicious and unknowing glance you read more, looking at the first field that had been filled out. 

Full name of child: Y/n L/n Byers

Y/n Byers. That was you. That was your name, on an official document, for the first time in a long time.

You saw your birthday, followed by the year 1968, the year everyone thought you were born in already. “Byers?” You asked, looking up at them. Hopper nodded with a soft smile, and Joyce had an excited look. 

“He got Owens to pull some strings. Legally. . . You’re now my daughter.” 

“You adopted me?” You questioned, tilting your head a bit in confusion. 

“Yeah.” She nodded. “Only Jonathan knows. We’re not gonna tell Will.”

December 31st 1984

This was a terrible idea, you were both very aware of that around 7 pm when Steve picked you up from the house. But now that it was 11pm, with music blasting throughout the entire building your frontal lobe was failing you. 

You’d downed a few drinks and were practically using Steve as balance like you had the year before. Your head was against his chest, and your arms around his torso while he continued to drink from his cup. 

You were aware that there were drugs being passed around, you could smell the weed from where you were, and you’d seen the band that had played downtown in the corner doing something. Psychedelics maybe. How Steve heard about a party in Detroit, you didn’t know. But you’d known that the moment he parked you were excited. 

Steve had a firm hand on your back, helping to keep you steady. It was comforting, both because it felt like you were being held, and because you knew you weren’t going to fall. 

“You’re okay, right?” He asked, leaning his head down. A strand of his hair falling in front of your face. 

Nodding you hummed, reaching down and taking his drink from him, taking a sip from his cup. It tasted like beer. It probably was. “Hey, that’s mine-”

“Ours.” You corrected. “We’re best friends, there are no boundaries.” You explained loosely, leaning your head against his chest again. You couldn’t tell in the vibration that came from his ribs, was from the music or his laughter. The music was too loud. 

A few minutes passed and someone handed Steve something, their muffled voice telling him what it was. Cautiously, Steve took it from him. Looking from the cup to the man in front of you, you took the lighter before Steve could. 

He walked away and you looked up at Steve. You weren’t in the right mindset, and when you saw the unlit blunt between his lips you didn’t hesitate to light it for him. 

You would have scolded him in any other moment. You would have taken it from him and threw it out. You were raised right, and knew that, your parents tried hard to make sure you would one day go out into the world and not be stupid. But they weren’t preparing for that to happen at age fifteen. They weren’t prepared that you'd be an almost seventeen year old who Joyce had little rules for in the 1980’s where Reagan had strict laws against drugs, which only seemed to make it more desirable. And while normally you’d know that being around drugs and beer wasn’t a good idea, you couldn’t bring yourself to care much. A lot like the year before. 

Steve smiled down at you for a moment, the smoke from his exhale coming from the corner of his mouth and nostrils. Your vision becomes a bit foggy until it dissipates, with the only smoke coming from the tip of the blunt. 

He pulled the joint from between his lips, holding it between his index and middle finger. “You know you can get second hand high from this?” He pointed out. Even his tipsy brain was able to process that better than you. 

Shrugging you put the red cup down on the windowsill you were both next to, reaching for his wrist and turning it so the non burning end was facing you. You leaned the few centimeters towards the blunt and breathed in. 

It felt odd, like it was some sort of forbidden act you shouldn’t be doing, and you felt like your throat was on a fire the moment you breathed it in. 

Pulling away you allowed the white smoke to spill out from your mouth, the first thing coming to your mind was a dragon, or incense, but you still approached it far more cautiously than Steve had. He’d no doubt done it before with how nonchalant he’d been about taking it from whoever decided to give it to him. 

Steve stared at you for a moment, still holding it in the  way you’d positioned his wrist. You couldn’t quite tell what the look was. His brows were raised in surprise, but his eyes were what hard to define, his mouth agape in shock. 

Why were his emotions almost always hidden behind his eyes? Like a prison cell he’d built for them himself. 

Turning his hand back around he took a hit from the blunt as well, still holding eye contact with you, as if it were a casual staring contest, but neither one of you cared if the other blinked. 

Turning his head to exhale you took it from him, repeating the process. Everything felt weird. The music sounded better to you, and the feeling wasn’t as odd. 

“What time is it?” He leaned down to ask you as the song died down taking the blunt back from you, as the person in charge of the boombox went over to change the cassette. 

“You’re the one with the watch.” You giggled, but opting to look at the nice clock the homeowner had on the wall, attempting to count the lines in the clock to tell the time. “Like. . . almost 12?” You said as more of a question, looking back as him, your faces just inches apart with how he had leaned down. 

A new song came on, and he smiled down at you, “You want the last hit?”

“Why does it have to be the last one?” 

“Wendy’s tastes better when you're high.” He shrugged a bit, holding the blunt out to you. Taking it from him, you took the longest hit from it you had the last two times and breathed out. But neither one of you moved, staying with an arm wrapped around the other. His free hand on your hip, thumb hooked on the tiny pocket that was inside the larger one. 

You couldn’t hear what he said over the new song, but you were pretty sure it was “Fuck” or some other swear word that would get you in trouble in public in Hawkins from some adult you passed. 

He was close to you. Almost unbearably close. You could make out the smell of beer on his breath as well as weed and the possible smell of cigarettes. Your chests were basically against each other, not that they weren’t before, when he was one of the only things keeping you up. But this was different. His breathing seemed restricted, and you could feel his heart beating against your own chest. 

But out of everything around you, the smells overload your senses, the feeling of being relaxed and yet also wanting to laugh at something were completely pushed to the side when you realized that he was looking at you, and only you. 

He had pretty eyes, even if he would argue and say brown eyes weren’t pretty on guys. But they were. 

“What?” 

He shook his head a bit, the hand he’d had on your hip coming up to your face and going to  hold the back of your neck, with his thumb against the curve in your jaw that led up to your ear. 

“Nothing.” He breathed. You could hear the music get turned down and the group of strangers clamoring voices around you as the volume of the TV was turned up. “What are we doing?” He asked you quietly, the hand that was on your back now on your hip. 

You shrugged a bit, putting the blunt out on the ashtray on the windowsill, and letting your two hands come up to hold his jaw in your hands. He relaxed at your touch, his breath fanning over your face for a moment as the two of you looked at each other, neither pulling away. 

Almost on instinct, one of your arms went to hook behind his neck and pull him a bit further down, and his own instinct pulled you closer to him, forcing you on your tiptoes. 

He was the one to act first, leaning in and not moving, his lips almost against yours, almost asking for permission. But you were the last one to move, cupping his cheek and tilting your head a bit to the right. “Steve,”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me.” 

Steve didn’t seem to hesitate even for a second, moving that last little bit of space that the two of you wanted gone the moment it’d become that small. 

He was gentle, and his lips were soft, making you not want to move away from him. And although you were high and drunk, and exhausted from the lack of sleep, you could feel it an odd feeling you could only explain as butterflies. 

You’d been feeling them a lot lately. Since thanksgiving break when he gave you that stupid brownie with powdered sugar on top. You’d been feeling them building since Jonathan told you it was obvious. 

Your lips moved against his, with your eyes closed, and even with the noise and filters over your brain making everything hazy, it felt right, like this was meant to happen, like this was the only thing you hadn’t messed up on that night. 

Not that you’d remember it by morning. But Steve would.

He’d remember the way you still smelled like your perfume, and how your fingertips were in his hair, how he hadn’t actually expected you to say those two words. How he thought he was just high and imagining things, but he couldn’t make up the way he could feel your heartbeat against his palm on the side of your neck. 

He wouldn’t forget that the moment he’d moved his lips against yours, it felt like everything fell into place. Like everything in the last year since he got involved with the Upside Down, that something good came from it. 

It was the clearest memory he had from that night.

• • • 

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[dcforts]

[foosball]

They’ve got a foosball table now.

Dean spots it by the side of the road, one leg bent, a little rusty, the glass smashed in and a couple of men’s heads cut off. He goes back to load it on a truck and bring it home and Sam’s bewildered face when he unloads is enough to pay off for the extra journey, even if his “Ta-da” has no effect whatsoever not on him, nor on Jack who clearly has no idea what that thing is.

Dean doesn’t care, he’s too excited.

It’s not like he’s ever been a champion at it, but if someone asks him that’s Sam’s fault: he’s always been too young and not enough competitive and Dean just didn’t have anyone else to play with and never enough time at the arcade to practice.

But now, he’s got one all for himself. He cleans it up and fixes it up the best he can and his excitement grows and grows.

And then it plummets like a sinking ship when he finally gets his chance to play and Jack kicks his ass ten times in a row.

Sam is no help: one, the more Dean gets frustrated the more he laughs at him, and two, he’s now too big to fit on the same side as Dean so he can’t even team up with him. And no, winning with Jack against Sam doesn’t count.

“He’s just a kid,” Sam laughs when Dean voices his suspicious on Jack using his powers to beat him.

“That’s not the point!” he retorts and then retires to his room to grumpily listen to music for the rest of the night.

Hope comes back full force the next afternoon in the shape of two familiar shoulders covered by a trenchcoat. He finds them in the library, sitting at one of the tables. Cas has a laptop open in front of him and he is intent on consulting a news website, one index finger moving slowly on the touch pad.

Dean circles the table to stand in his field of vision and points one finger at him. “Foosball,” he says, serious.

Cas looks up at him and his expression stays neutral. “It’s a table top game.”

“I kn- ,” Dean rolls his eyes. “What do you know about it? How good are you at it?”

“I never played.”

A wicked grin stretches on Dean’s face. He puts both palms on the surface of the table and leans in.

“I propose an alliance. You, me, against the giant and the kid. What you say?”

Now Castiel seems confused and slightly alarmed, not exactly enthusiastic at the idea of being dragged in a situation that would likely make him uncomfortable. He gapes at him like a fish.

Dean keeps going. “I secretly train you to be the best foosball player on Earth and then we crush them”, he says it closing a fist in mid-air.

“I don’t know -”

“Hell, maybe you’re a natural, just like Jack. And I’m not above using a little bit of angelic powers to cheat. I’m pretty sure he’s not playing clean either.”

“Dean -,” he starts, but Dean takes hold of his trechcoat sleeve and tugs at it. “Come on, before they see us.”

*

Cas is definitely not a natural. Which doesn’t turn out to be such a bad thing after all because that means that Dean gets to win a match for the first time since he got the table.

And it’s a good thing also because, unlike Sam, Cas is competitive, and the fact that he seems unable to properly coordinate to move a few rods and excel at a stupid human game bothers him greatly, so he focuses like his life depends on it until he finally wins a match. After the shot that seals the match, he looks up at Dean, genuinely pleased, “I won,” he states, almost incredulous.  

Dean feels giddy. He smiles back at him.

*

So now with a fourth guy, Dean can finally have his long sought balanced match.

Sam and Jack make fun of him for how badly he wants a rematch, but after they lose two matches in a row against Dean and Cas, a thick silence falls into the room, broken only by rare grunts and the sound of the ball rolling around on the table.

In only a day, Cas’s got incredibly good. He has the great ability to always anticipate Dean’s intentions, and moves his bars to accommodate his strategy. It’s like, in addition to learning the rules of the game, he learned how Dean plays and that makes him the best teammate Dean could ask for.

They only share a satisfied smile the first times they close a match. Dean is too busy shoving it in Sam and Jack’s face, really. But on the third match, they’re head to head and the adrenaline’s pumping and on the last ball, Cas’ goalie blocks Sam’s shot with a swift and clean movement and sends the ball flying back quick like a rocket on the other side of the field and into their goal with a clunk, and Dean is so surprised and amazed that he lets out a shout and raises his fists in the air.

Jack and Sam are groaning and calling for a time out and Cas is smiling at him, his hands still on the rods, content to just stand there and watch him bouncing on his feet like a child. Dean is so euphoric that he shouts, “That was awesome,” and cups Cas’ face in his hands and leans in to smack a loud kiss on his cheek, only Cas startles at the unexpected contact and Dean’s lips end up pressing dangerously close to his mouth.

So if they lose the next two matches it’s entirely his fault.

As soon as he realizes what’s happened, he drops Cas’ face like it’s a hot potato and they look at each other alarmed. That kind of unbalances the whole thing; Dean’s ears keep ringing and Cas keeps messing up too, unable to focus.

They lose the third match in a row and Dean doesn’t even make fun of Sam and Jack when high-five three times with both hands as if they’re five years olds because he’s busy being too aware of the tension on his side of their table.

With three matches each, they decide, whoever wins the next one, is gonna win it all. Dean calls a time out and pushes Cas to the side.

“We need to get it together.”

“Dean -”

“Cas, let’s just focus on the match. No distractions, okay?”

Cas nods reluctantly. “No distractions.”

And so they play, slightly better, but still struggling.

And then there’s one ball left.

Jack and Dean do a little bit of a silly ritual, taking turns blowing on it and then Jack presses it against his chest, closes his eyes and says, “If you make me win, this will be one of the best days of my life.”

“Yeah, alright, just play,” Dean mocks him, but when he looks towards Cas and Sam they both look like they fell for his little act.

So Dean is not exactly surprised when Jack gets a chance for a clear shot and Cas just – doesn’t catch it.

Dean sees clearly the way he pulls his rod ever so slightly to allow the ball to go in. He sees the way he looks immediately up to Jack not to miss his face light up. The way he smiles fully, with crinkles on the corner of his eyes and all, as Jack laughs and cheers with Sam, and then Jack is pointing at him and Dean has to take his eyes off of Cas and deal with the obnoxious truth that they lost. He lost. Again.

But Cas is pleased, and Jack has stars in his eyes and Sam is having fun - although at his expenses - so Dean doesn’t even think about complaining, or calling bullshit, or asking for a rematch.

*

After dinner he says he’s going to bed but quietly sneaks into Dean Cave once again to watch tv. Cas finds him anyway, even if the lights are off and the volume is set very low.

He comes in like he knew exactly that he was going to be in there. “You alright?” he asks.

Dean says, “Yeah.”

Cas doesn’t occupy the other empty chair, but comes to hover next to Dean’s until he moves his left arm and he can perch on the armrest. It’s an usual position but not an unusual closeness and Dean feels warmed by the familiarity of it.

“Sorry about earlier. I know you wanted to win.”

Dean shrugs. “It’s okay. It was fun, wasn’t it?”

“Yes,” Under the light coming from the tv screen, Cas presses his lips together, looking troubled. Dean knows he’s about to confess, so with a small smile he anticipates him: “I know what you did. There was no way you couldn’t have caught that shot.”

Cas lowers his head, showing guilt.

“It’s fine.” he reassures him before he can say anything. “It was nice seeing him happy.”

Cas nods and his leg bumps against Dean’s knee and that prompts a quirk of lips. Dean feels the need add something about earlier.

“And – I guess I-, sometimes I get a little too excited over stupid stuff. Sorry for throwing off your game. T’was an accident.”

Cas is silent for a long moment and Dean can’t guess what he’s thinking from his expression cause he’s very intent on looking at a randomly selected spot on Cas’ dress pants.

Then Cas says, “No need to apologize,” and there is a warm hand on his shoulder and Dean finally looks up. Cas has a smile stretching his lips and Dean can’t believe that just hours before his mouth was so close to them it almost touched them. “Do you want to play now? I can let you win,” he teases.

“Hey!” he protests, but with no real heat in it, “I don’t need you to let me win.”

Cas raises his eyebrows and tilts his head as if he’s sorry for him, “You sure?”

“Oh, that’s how you wanna – okay, smartass, you’re on. But -” Cas is about to stand up and Dean stops him with a hand on his tight. Cas stares at the hand and then up at Dean. “- not now? Let’s play another day.”

“Okay,” says Cas and sounds a little breathless. Dean smiles bravely, hoping he doesn’t look too scared. He doesn’t remove his hand.

“Wanna stay here? Catch a movie?”

Cas nods and as Dean presses play on the remote he shifts on the armrest to get comfortable and moves his hand to entwine his fingers with Dean’s.

A long time passes before either of them says anything. They stay absolutely still, watching straight ahead the one minute fifty-six seconds of opening credits as if it’s the most interesting thing they’ve ever seen.

And only when Dean is sure he’ll be able to hear his voice above his own heartbeat again, and the world didn’t end and nothing terrible happened and Cas didn’t just suddenly change just because their hands touched, he casually calls: “Hey Cas?”

Cas seems to relax as well when he hears his voice. He looks back at him, “Yeah?”

“Jack cheats, right?”

Cas huffs a laugh, “No.”

Dean slides down in his chair and pouts, “Damn it.”

[angelruel]

vintage pt.2

      summary: the reader gets into an accident which causes her to lose her memory. as Ruel begins to rebuild their relationship and recall the good memories between them, some bad ones are restored as well and might threaten their future. 

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       “Soooo what’s my favorite color?”

       “Easy. Blue,” he retorted while reaching over to fill in a space on the tic tac toe board that Y/N had drawn on her empty lap desk. He was the x’s and she played the o’s. It was a bit difficult for Ruel to pretend to not know all of her tricks she played in this game, but he was a very convincing loser. She had also taken the opportunity of his return to test him on some trivia of her personal likes and dislikes. 

       “Okay, here’s a good one,” she said as she filled the left hand corner on the board with a perfect circle. Ruel learned a long time ago that her strategy was to fill two corners and the center spot of the board in order to have an upper hand on winning. He watched her play the same way over again. Ruel admired her predictability and he almost felt confident enough that her tic tac toe skills returning would somehow correlate to her feelings for him to return as well.

       “Well finally a good one. Lay it on me.” He gave her his signature soft smile that he always grants her when he’s being his sweetest version of a boyfriend.

       “What’s my favorite song? Or, at least one of my favorite songs.”

       Ruel scrunches up his nose in thought, “hmmm. I’m gonna need a little more context, bub.”

       “Okay so maybe my favorite song I like to hear on a road trip. Something that gets me energized.” Ruel found it funny that she was reaching for more and more clues to jog her memory. They both knew that couldn’t she remember the last road trip she’d been on, or any of them for that matter. He was proud that she was at least in a more positive mood about not remembering things. 

       “Wait a Minute! by Willow Smith. There’s one.”

       Y/N’s happy expression dropped to a confused one. 

       “Huh? I don’t listen to Willow Smith.”

       They both just sat there for a while. There was still an apparent wall that Y/N had built up to secure herself from being hurt by Ruel since she barely knew him. 

       But the truth was that she barely knew herself.

       “Well, I guess I did listen to her music,” she dropped her head down. “I guess I just can’t remember it.” 

       Ruel used the sleeve of his sweater to wipe off the marker drawings on Y/N’s desk tray so that he could lean over it to hold her hands.

       “Hey, how about we do something else? I brought back some stuff like you asked me for.” She looked up and gave him a soft smile when he let go of her hands to grab a blue shoebox from the floor.

       “Oh, you brought gifts! Yay!” she exclaimed while clapping her dainty hands over and over. He sat the box in front of her lap on the hospital tray and she stared at it for a minute. One of the things she did remember was that blue was her favorite color. And after having a few conversations with Ruel, she discovered that his was brown. So, she assumed that the color of the box was a little nod to her. She thought that was really sweet.

       “You can go ahead,” he encouraged her. “If you have any questions, just ask.”

       She hesitated to lift the flimsy lid from the top. Partly because she was afraid that seeing the contents wouldn’t help jog her memories at all, and also because she was still pretty weak from the constant dosage of pain meds she’d grown accustomed to. 

       The first things to come out of the box were some polaroids and a bunch of little papers she grabbed that were grouped together. One of the polaroids showed a group photo in front of a campfire with little writing at the bottom that said ‘new years 2020.’ There were some post-it notes with little messages written on them in pencil. They were fading but Y/N could still make out what they said. It was a girl’s handwriting, and there was a little drawing of a pond? Or maybe a lake. 

i drew you a pond since you wanna act like a silly goose all the time. bitch.

               -y/n

       There was another one filled with words instead of a cute drawing, and she assumed this one was a serious matter.

hi, love. i left to go watch the sunrise with coco around 4 am-ish. you probably would’ve wanted to join us, but you look so peaceful when you’re sleeping. and coco said that you’ve been smothering me lately and encouraged me to sneak out. anyways, i’ll probably be back before you see this, but just in case i’m not, don’t call the cops. okay that’s all. in case i never return, i love you. 

                -y/n (under the heavy influence of stella)

       Ruel chimed in to explain. “Yeah, you used to leave me little notes like that sometimes instead of texting like a normal person.” 

       “And you kept them?”

       “Of course I did. I’m not a monster.” He joked and she playfully hit his chest with the stack of notes. Ruel scooted his chair closer to the side of Y/N’s bed and leaned in. “Lets see what else we got in here.”

       There were movie tickets, receipts from restaurants, and even old wristbands from festivals. 

       “Is this what you meant when you said I grow attached to material things?” She laughed on the outside but in reality, Y/N was so infatuated in the idea that a boy would keep a box of things that reminded him of her and their relationship. 

       “Ha yeah, I guess it kind of rubbed off on me after a while.” Ruel reached his hand into the box as well and pulled out a little beaded bracelet. It had a simple pattern of ocean blue and brown wooden beads. He played with it in between his fingers.

       “I remember this. Your cousin made it for us when you brought me to Thanksgiving. She kept running back and forth asking us what our favorite colors were. It was so cute. And she said we had to share it,” he reminisced. 

       He gave her the bracelet which she carefully placed on the wrist that wasn’t connected to an IV. There were mostly pictures in the box. Pictures of Y/N and Ruel in different settings: kissing, posing next to venue signs with his name on it, cooking, etc. She picked up one of the pictures and examined it carefully. 

       “I remember this,” she said in a nonchalant matter. Ruel looked up at her, then back at the picture in her hand.

       “You do?” 

       “Yeah, I remember that whole trip. That was a fun trip. Hmm.” She hummed to herself in bliss with a grin on her face. 

       “Tell me about it,” he grinned back at her. “What do you remember?” She looked down for a while. It was almost like the times they spent together were in secret, and too precious to share with anyone else. She felt a deep connection to someone-whoever it was to make her feel such strong emotions in just the echos of the times they spent together. Y/N began longing for the person who made her experience this type of fondness. The person she was looking for was right in front of her. Why was she holding back?

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       “Okay, how do I say this,” Y/N’s hand snaked up to her head to rake through her hair as she paced in deep thought. She took in a deep breath and turned around to look at him sitting in the hospital chair across the room.

       “I-I want this to be special. I mean, you’ve been so patient and considerate with me. You haven’t tried to rush me into anything at all. But I see the way you look when you think I’m not paying attention. You’re hurting, and I’m sorry that it’s taken me so long to finally give in. Well not, finally give in, but. You know, you know what I’m trying to say right?” She used every ounce of energy she had to walk across the room to face him. She picked him up and brought his face close to hers. 

       “I’m trying to tell you that I love you,” she whispered and smiled softly. Before she could say anything else, Y/N heard the doorknob rattle in desperation to open it. 

       She quickly threw the teddy bear back into the chair and tried to pretend that she was doing anything else. 

       Ruel leaned into the door frame and struggled to keep his balance as he carried a Taco Bell bag and two drinks in his hands. 

       “Oh, let me help you with that,” Y/N rushed over to him to grab the drinks and his eyes grew in shock.

       “Well, it’s nice to see you up and moving so much. The doctor was right, you really have been getting stronger every day.” Y/N smiled up at him with pride as they both settled the food onto her desk. “So, have you heard anything yet?” 

       “Anything about what,” Y/N mumbled in between taking bites of her soft taco. She knew exactly what he was referring to, though.

       “Oh, you know. Like when are you gonna get out of this place? I mean, with the way you’re up and walking now,” he brought his free hand up to rest on the back of her neck as he examined her face with concerned eyes. “It’s been, what, four weeks now? They said four to six weeks, but by the looks of it, you’re healing up really well. You’ve done so good lately.”

       She mouthed ‘thank you’ and gave him another wide smile. Y/N was happy that he was proud of her progress. He played a big part of her growth, though. Through the discomfort and the multiple procedures she had to undergo, Ruel was always there at the side of her bed to rely on. Whether she was up at 4 am crying because she couldn’t remember the names of her dogs or freaking out in excitement after being able to stand up on her own, he was there for it all.

       And as her strength developed each day, so did her trust and love for him. She assumed that it wasn’t the same as their previous relationship, but it was more than enough to keep them happy. He would always tell her that he loved her, but she didn’t say it back. He told her it was fine, that he knew she didn’t really know who he was and he wouldn’t hold it against her. But in return, he needed for her to accept that he still loved her as much as he did before the accident and to be okay with him loving her even if it meant that she couldn’t love him equally back for a while. 

       But after spending so much time with him, Ruel was hardly a stranger to Y/N anymore. He was a friend, a very understanding and attractive friend. She couldn’t ignore the burning sensation she felt deep in her stomach when he would cuddle up close to her on the bed during their movie nights. She couldn’t ignore the desire or the comfort she felt for him any time that he was around (which was very often because Ruel was always around). He told her that he would wait for her, that she should take her time to decide if she wanted to continue their relationship whenever she was ready. He told her that she’d just gone through a major trauma and that she needed to focus on getting better. He said he would wait for her, but a part of her feared that he was only saying this to make her feel better. She feared that he had already accepted that they were just friends, that maybe he’d already began a new romance with some skinny long-haired girl in Sydney and he was just waiting for Y/N to get her strength back so that he could go home to her. 

       “Okay, well I have to tell you something,” she finally came out with. Ruel sat up straight in his chair to give her his full attention. His eyes were fixated on her face and his hands rested in his lap. She found herself lost in thought trying to remember what she wanted to tell him but she couldn’t focus on anything but his beauty. 

       “Did they already tell you whether you’re going home or not?” he laughed a little as he went to grab his drink off of the desk. “Did I miss it when I went to get lunch?” He used the side of his jeans to wipe the water that got on his hand from the cup. His huge hand. The same huge hand that he then used to move the long strands of hair out of his face. He’d previously told her that she did not like the long hair look on him and always encouraged him to get haircuts and shave. In the moment, Y/N couldn’t figure out why the hell anyone would ever encourage him to change his appearance when he looked like that. The long hair and mustache gave him a much more mature look in comparison to the old pictures and videos she would look at of him. She couldn’t understand why anyone would want to cut the hair that she so desperately wanted to run her fingers through. She quickly snapped out of it and shut her eyes so she couldn’t look at the beautiful boy in front of her.

       “I really do have to tell you something,” she started and stopped because she was nervous. With her eyes still closed, she felt Ruel’s hand grab hers.

       “What’s going on, why are you acting so weird?” he let out a nervous laugh and Y/N realized that he was probably feeling the same anxiety as her in the moment. She knew that someone had to be the confident one in this scenario, and she decided that it would be her. She took one last deep breath and let go of it.

       “Do you remember what I told you when I first told you I loved you?”

       “Yes,” he laughed again, “Do you want me to tell you the story again?” She nodded quickly in a child-like manner and looked at him in adoration.

       “It was a little after a month of us dating and I’d just taken you home after we went out driving and just hanging out. I was almost back in the car when I saw you run out of the house, barefoot, yelling at me to wait.” Y/N laughed a little and felt the tension between the two of them begin to melt away. 

       “And then what did I do?”

       “You went into this whole speech about how you felt and how you were very scared to be vulnerable because you were afraid of being hurt. And then you said something that I’d never forget,” he looked up at the ceiling as if the answers were written on the tiles, “you told me that the fear you felt only grew as you fell more in love with me. You said you thought that it would never go away, but you didn’t want it to stop you from embracing the happiness you felt when you were with me. And then you told me you loved me, and that you were scared of me. You said that I made you wanna jump into the fear rather than run away from it. You said you knew that you loved me as soon as you felt scared. Because you knew you had found something worth cherishing. And if it ever went away, you didn’t think you’d survive it.” He looked down. After saying all of that, it still seemed like there was something he was missing. He looked as if he didn’t manage to not break her heart. He was scared too.

       “Ruel?” Y/N let her hands relax and gripped onto his tighter. 

       “Yeah?”

       “I’m scared.” She began to fiddle with his long digits and almost felt hesitation to do anything next.

       “What are you afraid of-” he began, but was interrupted by the connection of her lips onto his. He freed his hand and rose it up to the back of her neck so he could deepen the kiss. They kissed again, and again. They kissed until their faces were red and she broke away for a moment to catch her breath. She smiled at him and he looked back at her in disbelief. 

       “I love you. I really do, Ruel. And I’m sorry that it’s taken me so long but I don’t want to be just friends. I want you in my life like you used to be,” her eyes dropped to her lap and her expression changed, “before everything got so fucked up.”

       He grabbed her face again and began to pepper it with kisses. At this point, Ruel was halfway onto her bed. She brought up her dainty hands to cup his face and she gently pulled away again. Ruel hitched a rushed breath out as he pouted in confusion as to why she pulled away. 

       “Oh yeah, I’m going home today.” She smiled with her teeth and he laughed in pure bliss before grabbing her face again.

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       The boxes piled in the middle of the living room all started to disappear one by one. Y/N watched in awe as Ruel picked up every box and placed it in its proper area. Her legs swung back and forth in boredom while she waited on top of the kitchen counter where Ruel had placed her since she refused to wear shoes on the trip to her apartment.

       “You’re such a good slave,” she told him in a sweet tone as her eyes followed him across the area. He shook his head, barely giving her an ounce of the attention she practically begged for, and continued moving things around. 

        “Honey are you sure you’re gonna be okay on your own like this? You can stay back home a little longer if you’d like,” Y/N’s mother remarked. She looked at her daughter with concern.

        “I’m not alone, I have Ruel. And besides, I’ve already left the nest once before. I should be fine.”

        “Well I guess I’ll be on my way home now. Call me if you need anything. Anything.” Y/N pecked a kiss on her cheek and guided her mom outside.

        By the time she got back into the apartment, the living room was clear of boxes and she moved down the hall in search of her boyfriend. She found Ruel in her bedroom on the edge of the bed hunched over his phone. 

        “What’s so interesting?” She sat down beside him and rested her chin on his shoulder. Once she realized what he was watching, she pulled out one of his airpods so she could listen in. It was from her Youtube channel she started a few months ago. She had faint memories of vlogging herself doing normal things like grocery shopping or going to her brother’s football games. She’d only looked at a few of her storytime videos, including the one where she details how she met Ruel. This was a video she hadn’t seen before, though. It was of her and Ruel together in some resort. It looked like they were on vacation and he explained to her that they were in Amsterdam for some music festival and had decided to make an entire trip out of it since it was so close to their anniversary. They’d coordinated matching outfits for the first weekend and were posing in front of the bathroom mirror together like lovesick idiots.

        “Damn, I’m so jealous of us.”

        Ruel let out a low chuckle at her and skipped through the parts she’d recorded of his performance.

        “Yeah, most people are.” He fast forwarded to a portion of the video after they returned to the hotel. Ruel was in the shower and Y/N was laying on the bed, recently showered, detailing all of the ways she was proud of her boyfriend. He laughed when she poked fun of how he forgot his own lyrics on stage.

        “Well that was almost cute,” he added and locked the phone.

        “Hey, it’s still pretty cute,” she laughed, “You can’t be mad at me for telling the truth, babe.”

        “Babe, huh?” he questioned as he turned to face her.

        “What, is that weird? Or too soon? I mean, you call me ‘bubs’ and ‘love’ all the time,” she looked down and played with the details of her jeans.

        “It’s adorable. I love it. And I love you,” he reassured her as he cupped her face and pulled it in for a puffy kiss. She kissed him back, this time with more dominance. Y/N kissed Ruel like there was a pot of gold hidden somewhere in his mouth that she was determined to get.

        Ruel matched her energy right away. He kissed her back and gripped the back of her neck to guide her face closer into his. They adorned each other with open mouths and full hearts. As they continued, Y/N felt the urge to go further and further with him, exploring his body and getting to know him on a more intimate level. They were so good at making out, it seemed like they’d done it a thousand times before. It felt like she was kissing a lover from a different lifetime, like she’d replayed scenarios over and over which all ended with her loving him. She couldn’t remember ever doing this with him before, but her body remembered. Everything with Ruel came with such ease. Every time he touched her body, she was overcome with euphoria and only craved more. She craved being closer to him, kissing him deeper.

        “Mmm, take this off please,” she tugged on his shirt and he quickly pulled it off before resuming his actions. Y/N felt herself falling into an intoxicated state as she moaned against his mouth. He responded to her by wrapping his hand around her thigh and pulling it closer against him. They both began to move in sync with each other, both giving and taking as their bodies danced a routine they knew too well. Y/N was so distracted by Ruel that she didn’t even hear her mother walk back in through the front door. She only whined when he pulled his face away from hers.

        “Why’dyoustop,” she breathed out. She was out of breath and watched him with puppy dog eyes as he stood up.

        “Your mom is back,” he stated flatly. He was clearly out of breath too and he was trying to calm himself down so he could see what was going on in the front.

       “...so?” she gave him a blank stare and patted on his side of the bed to join her again, “she can let herself out.”

       “Don’t worry, bubs. We’ve got time,” he chuckled to himself and pulled his shirt back on over his head. Y/N sighed and jumped from her side of the bed to join Ruel in the living room.

       “I’m sorry, hun. I forgot the most important box: your things from the hospital.” Y/N’s mother placed a small box on the counter and tapped the top of it lightly, “This is what you had on you when the crash happened. There’s not much in there, just the clothes you were wearing, your wallet, your phone,”

       “My phone?” Her eyes perked up. So did Ruel’s. “I’ve been meaning to ask you about that. I bet there’s a bunch of clues in there to help jog my memory,” she picked up the box and skipped down the hallway to drop it off. 

       “I’m pretty sure it’s dead, so you’ll have to find a charger for it. You probably have the same kind.” Her mom gestured towards Ruel, who looked like he’d just seen a ghost. His eyes were fixated in thought, emotionless and dazed in a trance.

        “Huh? Oh yeah, probably. Sure.” He snapped out of his guilty state quickly and turned to see Y/N coming back from her bedroom.       

        “Was that it, Mom? Cause we were just about to go out and get some food before it gets dark.” They both said goodbye and hugged Y/N’s mother. Once the door was shut behind her, Y/N grabbed Ruel’s hand with a quickness. His worries were suddenly gone as she led him down the hall. 

        It wasn’t long before they’d continued right where they left off. Y/N was still indulging herself in him and embracing the comfort she felt in his arms. She gripped the fabric of his shirt into her fists to deepen the kiss and felt the vibration from his mouth into hers as he let out muffled moans. With each kiss, she found herself thinking about all of the things she couldn’t wait to do with him before another thought popped into her mind and snapped her out of the daydream. She pulled away from him and turned her head towards the box.

        “I’ve been wondering what was left on my phone,” she gestured to the dresser. “I need to plug it up so I can see what was going on before I lost my memory. It would be cool to see who I last talked to right before my life was ruined, right?” She laughed and began to sit up. Ruel grabbed her hand and lightly pulled it so she could come back down to him.

        “I thought you wanted to do this, yeah? I mean hey, this is our first official night together alone. We can look into the phone later, right?”

        Y/N nodded and laid back down next to him. “Hmmm, you’re right. This first, phone later,” she declared before connecting their lips once more. As Ruel rolled his lanky body on top of hers, Y/N couldn’t help but wonder why Ruel was so against her looking at her phone. Was there a dirty secret in there that he didn’t want her to find? She dismissed her paranoid thoughts and continued.

a/n: okay, so that’s that on that. ugh what is on that phone that he doesn’t want her to see???? i hope this makes sense, i’ve reread it so many times and it seems like crap but i’m still going to post it. thank you for the support of my page, and please send me asks with what fics you would like to see next ;)

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Hey this is for your matchups which again yayyy congrats on nearly 200!! Anyways for my matchup:

1-3) My nickname is Em, she/her and idm who you pair me with

4) I'd describe myself as shy at first then once you get to know me I'll open up, an overthinker and I like to be organized

My hobbies are writing, I really love it alot, I also like to draw if I get time and I love music alot too

In a partner I'd look for someone who makes me laugh and who's patient

For dealbreakers it's pretty general but I couldn't be with someone who doesn't consider other ppl's feelings

5) I don't have an aesthetic but I like pastel aesthetics but then I also like dark aesthetics and light academia so it's a mix I guess

6) Colours to describe me would be teal blue and silver, well according to you anyways

7) Right now I'd say my favourite song is  Tru Luv Street by Awfultune or Fight Night Champion by Cyberbully Mom Club

8) Idk about a specific genre but some artists I like rn are: Awfultune, Carpetgarden, Cavetown, Clem Turner, Cyberbully Mom Club, Girl in Red, Joji, Lorde, Matt Maltese and Twenty One Pilots (sorry that's alot)

9) Ooh and I wanted to include that my favourite book is Radio Silence by Alice Oseman

Thank you in advance and also ily, you deserve all the love and more!! <3

EM MY BELOVED I HAVE DONE IT

@sugasfanfics this was so fun wtf like-- ugh i love this

ANYWAY i know i already kinda spilled the beans but im gonna match you with....

✧𝐴𝑘𝑎𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖 𝐾𝑒𝑖𝑗𝑖✧

AGASHIII

and no it's not just because you're already in love w him i have good reasoning behind this because i said so anyWAY

✧𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑀𝑒𝑡✧

how you met, for in case you cant see my fancy text

Cafe

C a f e

But like

A cafe specifically for nerds

This is just my like 2nd dream job okay but like hear me out

They have coffee & tea & a bookshelf full of old books and a chalkboard

You can write all over the chalkboard

You write super tiny and just let a little mini vent out in the corner because you’re stressed out and need to get everything off your chest

BUT you come back the next day and there’s a little note in the same little corner

Your message is gone

But instead is a little note from someone

“If you ever need to talk to someone, let me know”

And an Instagram username

So you give it a shot and you’re like why not talk to this random person Y’know maybe make a new friend if anything just thank them for the offer

You message him and start talking (and low key stalk his page just to see what he’s like, or maybe that’s just me being a snoop) and he’s actually really cool! So you guys meet up and get coffee and actually start talking all the time it’s really sweet

✧𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠✧

general headcanons

When i think of akaashi, I think of stars

When i think of you, i think of picnics and for some reason, water

Like the ocean

SO EVEN IF ITS NOT THE OCEAN

Your ‘spot’ is by this lake where he took you on a date one time

Maybe for an anniversary or something

But you guys did a little picnic dinner thing and were out when the sun went down so sat and stared at the stars

You buried a rock there and both of you like to stand on that spot where the rock is when youre there with the other

Or send the other a picture like “hiii baby look what i found” w your shoe in the picture

Bokuto is your #1 shipper high key

Like he thinks you two are so cute

He loves you so much too like

He and akaashi are kinda a package deal so like if ur dating akaashi ur dating bokuto just with less kissing (bokuto likes to kiss your cheek or forehead) (after making sure this was ok with akaashi of course) (ur his girlfriend of course)

But anyway just bokuto

He’s so sweet

And so clueless

You two will be walking together and then he’ll just walk up behind you and sling his arms over your shoulders

If youre holding hands w akaashi? He’ll put his hand over both of yours

God now i wanna write a fic but anyway

Bo is just the sweetest and is akaashi’s #1 hype man when he’s worried about a date

He’s ur #2 bc im ur #1 sorry to tell u

Bo totally tried to coin the platonic soulmates thing i love you kou but gtfo my em

Im arguing with fictional characters

ANYWAY

When akaashi is stressed he likes to wrap his arms around you and lay his head against your neck

He’ll never admit it out loud because he thinks its weird but he thinks you smell nice

When he’s starting to overthink too much + spiral he just will grab you and hug you until all the bad thoughts go away

When he thinks to of course

When he doesn’t, there are times you gotta find him and calm him down

Which he loves so much

Sit him down on the floor so he feels more grounded and hold his hand (or hook pinkies that's so cute i jhbflebf) (not the time spencer gtfo)

That way ur not crowding him but you’re still there y'know

And sometimes he’ll talk, sometimes you need to talk him down, sometimes you just sit in silence

Eventually he will lean forward into you and hug you because he doesn't want to talk, but he wants you to know he’s okay

Rub his back, kiss his head, you’ll both be okay

He’s really good with you too

When you’re stressed out he might push a couple buttons but he means well

He just wants to know who made his star upset (he calls you his star or darling convince me otherwise)

So he pushes buttons until you finally talk about it because obviously it’s bothering you why wouldn't you talk about it?? He just wants to fix it??

Sometimes this gets more irritating, sometimes it helps, it depends on the day

But even if you do get into an argument, expect to hear from him before the end of the night apologizing because he feels so bad for arguing with you that he doesn’t even care what the argument was about he just wants to make sure you still love him

I think im getting off topic but tbh this part is always just me rambling lol

Another thing I think of when I think of akaashi is rain. I don't know why but i do

You have to at least know OF the notebook & the rain scene to get this

I don't know the book lol i just know this much and i'm a dork so we’re using it & some quotes just a heads up

But just imagine its pouring and you’re bored and text him like “i wish i could see you but its raining & we didn't really make plans & i don't want you to get caught in the rain anywhere”

This mfer

RUNS ALL THE WAY TO UR HOUSE

JUST SHOWS UP

OUT OF NO WHERE

And being the freakin

book nerd he is

He texts you and goes “I wrote you 365 letters.”

And then just “(come to the door and I’ll finish the quote)”

So you bolt to the front door

And there he is

Soaking wet & smiling like an idiot

“I wrote to you everyday for a year.”

To which you start laughing and barley are able to make out a “it wasn’t over’ (which is the beginning of the next quote) before kissing him

And this jerk pulls you out in the rain with him because WHAT is more romantic than kissing in the rain

Nothing

Anyway he ends up with a cold but you give him some of the clothes you probably stole from him to get into dry clothes and you cuddle under the covers with tea

After you smack him (playfully of course) because “you IDIOT keiji it's pouring out here!!” “I wanted to see you too so i ran over” “you're impossible”

Anyway yeah #emkaashiotp

✧𝐴 𝐷𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝐼𝑑𝑒𝑎✧

a date idea

Bookstore

I'm really good at naming places aren't i

Anyway

Bookstore date

But do something fun where the two of you have to go through an aisle and find a random page and read it in the like

How do i explain this

Make it sound suuuuper sexual without it actually being that way and not laugh

Whoever loses buys lunch

Lets just say you lose a lot dear im sorry (he insists on buying anyway, sometimes he wins that argument)

You’re smiley :) (guys her smile is so cute ebflbejfb em ILY)

Oh also doesn’t matter if he bought lunch or not he always gets you something

Whether it be that book you decided you couldn't get this time or a little trinket that reminded him of you, or sometimes it’s just ice cream

It’s all very sweet (hahaha pun)

He always walks you home and gives you a little kiss when he drops you off

Doesn’t leave till you’re inside & he knows you’re good

You make him promise to text you when he gets home

Which he does, without fail

✧𝑍𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑐 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦✧

zodiac compatibility

Sagittariuses are very intelligent, fair-minded & honest, similar to a Libra’s cleverness & rationale. Because of this similarity, trust is a huge thing in these relationships. It can be all or nothing, but finding balance is important to keep both people happy. Luckily, Libras are very good at this. From everything I’ve seen, these signs together have a very high compatibility and can have a very long-withstanding and healthy relationship.

✧𝐴𝑒𝑠𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐✧

aesthetic

✧𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡✧

playlist

House of Gold - Twenty-One Pilots

Lvr Boy - awfultune

A Shitty Love Song - Jye

Darling Get Up - awfultune

Something Just Like This - Alex Goot

✧𝑅𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑈𝑝✧

runners up

Nishinoya Yuu, Sugawara Koushi