#Yes he's shirtless but honestly you have to wake up every couple of hours to feed babies so

[puppetmaster13u]

"MASTER BRUCE, IS THAT A SECOND CHILD-"

Anyone interested in a Writing WIP of Demon Batfam....?

[ilwonuu]

lowkey just want to ride hongjoong like there’s no tomorrow

omfg yes. i got another request for this that wants hongjoong + riding + praise <333 and to both of you anon’s YES. i would LOVE to write riding joong hehehe i hope u enjoy<3

𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾

༉‧₊˚✧𝗄𝗂𝗆 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗃𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀

☾ 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀－ 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉， 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅！𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗃𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆！𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋， 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖽𝗈𝗆！𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗃𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗑 𝗌𝗎𝖻！𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

☾ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌－𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍， 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑， 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝖾（𝗒𝗎𝗆𝗆𝗒）， 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀， 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄，，， 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗒 𝖭𝖤𝖤𝖣𝖸 𝗌𝖾𝗑， 𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 （𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒， 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅） ， （𝗃𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀， 𝗃𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂𝖾， 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒），， 𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 （𝗃𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗒），，， 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀， 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗃𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍，，， 𝗅𝗆𝗄 𝗂𝖿 𝗂 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 <𝟥

☾ 𝖺／𝗇－ 𝗁𝗂𝗂𝗂 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾<𝟥𝟥 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄／𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒！！ 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗆 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾！！ 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾 （𝗍𝖾𝗁𝖾𝗁 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗅）

you have been feeling a little bit out of the loop. you have just been needing some time to rest and not worry about work or anything. you and hongjoong have wanted to just spend a couple days with each other.

you have both been so tired and missing each other honestly and this is the first day you two finally don’t have to worry about anything. you two woke up needing to touch each other. you felt him cuddling you in his sleep. you were already starting to wake up so you cuddled him back.

“hi joong- good morning.” you smile at him as you play with his hair. his eyes slowly open with a smile.

“mm- what time is it?” he asks a he pulls you closer by your waist.

“i don’t know joongie. sorry for waking you.” you kissed his face and he shook his head.

“no- i wanna be awake now.” he said as he leaned in to kiss you. you kissed him back quickly.

his lips always felt so good against yours. you always got worked up quickly when you kissed your boyfriend.

he had the perfect lips and perfect body. his hands holding you close to him.

he always knew what to say to you. he loved these moments in the earliest hours of the day.

he needed you the most at this time. he made it very clear that he needed more than the kiss he was giving you.

“i missed you so bad.” he whispers to you as he pulls you onto his lap as he sits back slightly.

“i missed you more joong.” you pecked his lips with a smirk.

“i need you- so bad.” you wrapped your arms around his neck as you slightly started to grind against him. hongjoong moaned out at your movements.

his breathing was already heavy with your touch. he needed you more than you think. he loves when you get needy for him.

“want to ride you. please i need it.” he holds your hips to help you grind against his head nods mindlessly.

“of course pretty girl. i need you just as bad.” he kisses against your jaw gently as he continues to help you grind down against him.

“let me help you baby.” he goes to take off your shirt that your wearing. not before commenting on your beautiful body.

“look at you. is this all for me?” he kisses against your chest softly. he takes his times to give attention to each of your boobs.

he always makes sure you feel good about your body when you two get intimate.

“j-joong.”you shuddered under his touch as you felt him rub over your panties. hongjoong was already shirtless from sleeping leaving him in just his boxers so you felt every bit of him. he smiled against your chest before looking up at you.

“i need to ride you right now joongie.” you moved your hips harder against his and he all he could do was moan.

“mhm ride me baby.” he sits back a little as he watches you take off your panties. he knows he’s seen you naked before a million times it feels like but he will never get enough of how beautiful you look every time.

he watched you climb back into his lap slowly. you never take your eyes off your boyfriend. he looks so good in the dim morning light. it was more like the night time.

it wasn’t even 5am yet and you two were all over each other. you two were tired but more wanting each other. it felt like you haven’t had the time to be close like this. you grab his hard cock after rubbing it against your slit with small pants from you. it felt so good.

“feels good like this joongie:” he watches you in awe as you finally sink down onto him. your mouth falls open at the feeling of his cock stretching you. you sink down onto him fully slower than you wanted to.

“move your hips baby.” you start to grind against hongjoong with more need than you thought your body could generate. you felt so good with the rhythm you started with. you couldn’t help your moans that fell into the air.

“yeah- just like that. you were made for this huh? yeah. look at you. my pretty girl.” he held your waist as helped you bounce on him. your eyes started to fall closed but hongjoong just pouted at that.

“keep those eyes open baby. i need to see my pretty girls eyes don’t eye? want to see that gorgeous face always.” it was hard for you to keep your eyes for a bit as you rode hongjoong harder.

but you had to see how he looked under you. you wanted to know how needy he looked because you knew you probably looked so far gone for him.

“there’s my girl. you know how good you feel? you’re so wet for me aren’t you? feels so good.” you gasped at his dirty words it made your cunt drip with more arousal. hongjoong was bouncing you on him at the perfect pace for you.

his hand helping move along with your hips bouncing on him. you started to grind down onto him. your change in movements pulling more moans and words from your boyfriend.

“so good baby. were you made for me? always perfect for me.” he slapped your ass a little to encourage you to keep going. all of his words of praise going to your cunt. you were so close to coming for him. you could feel yourself clenching as your started to ride him with more need.

“are you gonna cum for me? give it to me baby. you are so good for me.” he helped you to get to your high quickly with the help from him to quicken your movements. your felt his cock start to twitch inside you. you came almost instantly at the feeling.

the thought of his cum so deep inside you made your brain foggy. and just as your mind was fuzzy thinking of that you felt his cock twitch one last time. his white ropes filled the inside of you with ease. hongjoong letting dirty words slip as his balls emptied.

“mhm-f-fuck you’re so pretty. just like that. come here.” he pulled you to kiss him. his kiss was still needy even after both of you reached your high. he kissed your head after you climbed off him to lay beside him.

“you think you can fall back asleep?” he played with your hair sweetly. he admired your “after sex” look. he swore you were glowing.

“you’re so beautiful.” he mumbled to you after you cuddled more into him.

“mhm- i am definitely tired now.” you didn’t respond to his other words. you just blushed thinking about what he said. he smiled at how cute you were before laying down fully with you.

“let’s go back to sleep babe.” he kissed your head before holding you and rubbing your back until both of you drift back to sleep.

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Bokuto: Clarity

/ Kōtarō Bokuto x reader /

genre: angst ish to questionable fluff

wc: 2604

summary: You end up somewhere familiar, but not with someone familiar. One things for sure, the truth will come out soon enough.

warnings: mentions of anxiety

a/n: You guys!!!!!!!! I’m so glad you all love this fic 🥺 your comments and likes and reblogs encourage me so much!! Thank you so much for your love!!!! 💗💗💗

pt3

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You wake up in a daze. No, you wake up... in a hotel room? The suite looked just like Bokuto’s, is that where you are? You hoped so.

You picked up your head, peered around the room looking for his things to confirm your suspicions, and lifted your upper body to lean on the headboard of the bed. Suddenly, there are footsteps coming from the bathroom area. “Bokuto?” You inquire, anxious to see his face while you could blame it on the alcohol. A laugh comes from the hallway, and it isn’t his. Oh, oh no.

Atsumu comes around the corner, shirtless and basketball shorts, with a cup of water. He laughs when he sees the horror on your face, thinking it’s a joke. You check your clothing frantically, everything is still buttoned, zipped, and tied. You look up at him, still terrified of the blank space of time from the bar until now, “We didn’t... did we?” Atsumu laughs even harder but then notices the look of panic in your eyes. He straightens up, coughing while handing you Tylenol and the cup of water. “No, of course not. You’re Bo’s girl.”

Those words stung. “Not anymore.” Those words, they really stung. You hadn’t actually had the thought of it being completely over until now. It’s hitting you, wave after wave. Everything went wrong, and now you, you’re suffocating-

“Y/N,” Atsumu’s at the edge of the bed, looking you in the eyes with fear, “please breathe. Take a second and breathe.” You try to hold it in, and take deeper breaths but your heart is pounding so hard in your chest, it feels as though it’s going to burst. The next thing you know, you’re on the ground hugging your knees into your chest as tightly as you can. Your eardrums cut out all other sounds, they were just echoing your heartbeat. With your face turned into the carpet, you’re sobbing breathlessly. Atsumu jumps up and grabs his phone, eyes scared to no end. “I’m calling Kuto, now.”

“N-no, please d-don’t.” You say as strongly as you can. You lift your head and force your breaths to become decently even. “Please give me more time.”

“You know,” he looked down at you with a concerned look, “you need to talk to him soon.”

Your eyes furrowed in distress before saying, “Why should I? It’s quite obvious what went on between them, why should I do anything for him?” You wiped some spare tears still leaving your eyes from your panic attack. “I don’t want to see him-“

“Your first thought when you woke up here,” he motioned around the room, “was that you were with him.” Atsumu stated bluntly, he lifted an eyebrow, “You think I didn’t hear the hope in your voice when you called for him?” You blinked, completely stunned at how he read you so easily. “Also, from what I’ve gathered these past couple of weeks, Tamra isn’t very trustworthy when it comes to telling the truth.”

“She didn’t have to tell me anything,” you sighed heavily, hugging your knees again. “I saw it, ‘Tsumu.” You tried to blink away the tears yet again. “And it wasn’t just a ‘She was close to him and he was close to her’ type deal. It was a ‘She was only wearing a towel and he was shirtless in the hotel suite by themselves, ready to get their room service’ type deal.”

Atsumu looked honestly shocked. He started talking with his hands, “Well, that doesn’t make much sense.” He slightly raised his voice, and you realized he was talking more to himself than to you.

“What do you mean?”

“Kuto, is a simple, oblivious man. When Tamra started talking to him after some of our practice games, they only talked volleyball. I honestly just thought they became friends.” Atsumu pulled his hand to his chin in thought. “They never hung out outside of the courts, unless we all went out to the bar down the street, but even then it was always in a big group.”

“So what are you trying to say to me?”

“What I’m trying to say is that Kuto has texted in our team groupchat about looking for you in the city. He’s given us your complete physical description and told us to call him if any of us see you. We’re told to take you to him as soon as possible.” Atsumu tries to hold in a giggle at the whole situation. “He seems like he’s going out of his mind right now.”

Your face froze. “So, why haven’t you taken me to him? Or even told him that I’m here?”

His smile diminished slightly, “Because of how you were talking about him at the bar.” His face became serious. “You were,” he paused, taking a deep breathe, “ are, so hurt, Y/N. And as much as I don’t truly think he did this to you, there is the smallest of possibilities. And if he did, which God forbid if he did, I don’t think he should have the satisfaction of being able to see you at your lowest. I wanted to sober you up, talk to you first, and then figure it out from there.” Atsumu talked with such kindness, your respect for him instantly grew. “So, what do you think you want to do?”

You sat there for a couple of minutes in silence, ‘Tsumu waiting for your response. You finally looked up, certain, “Call him, and tell him to come here.”

//

“She hasn’t come back to the bar.”

“She hasn’t come by the airport.”

“Her suitcase was left in the hotel, so maybe she’ll come back here?”

No one knew where you were, which Bokuto didn’t expect them to. He just wished for a different way. Wished that he could’ve explained it when he had the chance, wished he wasn’t in such a damning situation in the first place. Bokuto should’ve never trusted Tamra, he should’ve listened to his friends, and now he pays for it.

~

It was the third day of training camp, and Bokuto was completely focused. His practice matches were getting tougher, ralleys taking longer. After a while, he was becoming tired.

“Hey, Bokuto right?” A small voice perked up.

Bokuto turned to face a short, young woman, petite, with a kind smile. She wore a track suit, but not for his team, must’ve been another team’s manager. “Yes?”

“You’re doing great out there! I’ve heard of you before but I didn’t expect this.” She laughed, clutching her clipboard.

Bokuto laughed, scratching the back of his neck. “Thanks!”

He walked back towards his teammates, who were taking a water break, when he heard one of the guys say, “Kuto, I wouldn’t get too close to her, she’s bad news.” Bokuto furrowed his brow in confusion, waiting for the rest of the reason.

“Yeah,” another piped up, “I heard she tried to break up Ushijima and his wife, uh, Kate.”

“Guys, she probably just doesn’t have any friends! She seems nice enough, and you know I would never do anything to hurt, Y/N.” Bokuto’s expression was playful, but his words were dead serious. He truly believed what he said. “Plus, Toshi gets a big head sometimes, I bet that girl said two words to him and he got flustered.” Bokuto laughed, his team looked around for a second and they laughed too, trusting him.

So for the next week and a half, Tamra would speak to Bokuto every once in a while. Always something nice, always something about volleyball. Sometimes about his own experience, other times about how he helps lead the team. Never once did he actually think there was anything going on, because he trusted himself to recognize the signs. He didn’t want anyone other than you, so he didn’t worry about anyone other than you. A couple days later and Tamra has started going to the bar with the whole team. Everyone cutting up, acting like old friends. Everything seemed fine, but then it all went to hell.

Tamra:

‘Kuto, can I come use your shower? The hotel staff says that mine won’t be fixed for a couple of hours and I feel gross.’

Bokuto:

‘Yeah, that’s fine. I’m in room 428.’

Tamra showed up shortly after, and he had just gotten out of the shower. She knocked, and he answered, allowing her to step in. “Thank you so much, I just feel gross.”

“No problem, I understand the feeling.” Bo laughed sheepishly, looking through his drawers for a shirt. He heard her stomach growl, and laughed a booming laugh. “Someone’s hungry?” He looked over at her, and she nodded, giggling. “I haven’t eaten dinner either, I’ll order room service.” She bowed her head slightly in thanks. “What do you want?” He asked, standing to grab the menu from beside the dresser.

“I want.. a burger, and fries, and..” she paused, staring at him trivially. She took a couple of steps forward. She was a breath away from him. “You.” Faster than he could stop her, Tamra kissed Bokuto, hard. Her hands grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him into her unwillingly.

He grabbed her arms and wrenched them off of him. “No.” He breathed hard, using the back of his wrist to wipe his mouth. His eyes darkened slightly with anger. “No, do not do that again.”

“But, I thought-“

“No, you thought wrong. I have a fiancé, remember?” He looked at her confused, as if she hadn’t heard him talk about you for the last 2 weeks at all. Her eyes looked desperate. “How-“

“I’m so sorry!” Tamra blurted, holding a hand to her chest. She looked as if she had been wounded as she turned her face away. “I am so so sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I guess, I just wasnt thinking. Please forgive me, I don’t want this to be held against me.” As fast as the anger came, it also left. Bokuto felt bad for her, and she looked ashamed of herself enough.

“Okay. Just do not do it again. I am only a friend.” He said, and walked towards the hotel phone. “Once you’re out of the shower, the food will be here, but I would rather you go to your own room to eat.”

“Okay, I can do that.” She said in a small voice.

Bokuto watched her stalk towards the bathroom, and went about ordering room service. What he didn’t see was the sly smile on Tamra’s face, or her calculating moves up until this point. She had made herself look innocent, but in reality, she had a plan. She wanted the scandal, and the chaos that came with it.

~

‘And she got it.’ Bokuto thought to himself. ‘She definitely got it.’ A sudden buzz took him out of his head, saved him from his thoughts. He lifted the phone to his ear, not even bothering to look at the caller. “Y/N?”

“No, but I do need to talk to you about her. Come to my room, ASAP.” Atsumu said calmly.

Bokuto looked at his phone, not believing that Atsumu really wanted to help. “I’m confused, you weren’t at the bar tonight, what do you know exactly?”

“Come to room 317, this is important.” Atsumu seemed very serious about this.

“I’m on my way.”

///

The hotel room was cold, so you had to cover yourself in the bed’s blankets to keep from shivering. Everything felt too foggy. You were sobering up quick, the thought of having to look him in the face making you shiver on its own. A knock came from the door and you glanced over at Atsumu, the mix of emotions becoming too much. He was already looking at you, waiting for the okay. You steadied yourself, giving him a nod. He moved swiftly to the entryway of the suite, and opened the door. You couldn’t see him, but you could hear his voice. “What do you know?” Bokuto rasped, walking in. He followed Atsumu’s gaze and finally found you, his golden eyes softening.

You froze under his intense stare. His eyes taking the sight of you in. You hadn’t even thought to have taken a look at yourself, you probably looked how you felt, like a train wreck. He took a step toward you, and you made sure to stay still, knowing, with the look on his face, he was hurting too.

“Y/N?” He took another step forward, lifting his hand as if he was holding it out for you.

Atsumu, grabbing his car keys, sighed. “Well, I’ll let you two talk this out.”

Bokuto turned toward him, his face flashing with anger, making him stop in his tracks, “We will have our own talk later.” Atsumu opened the door quickly, leaving in a flash.

“Don’t be too upset at him.” You whispered softly. Bokuto turned his complete attention to you, sitting on his knees by your bedside. “He only did what he did to help me, and you.”

A silence fell between you two as you stared at each other. Bokuto looked disheveled, his hair down, his clothes were wrinkled, and his face. Oh, his face, so sad. And his eyes were not as bright. He looked tired. “Y/N,” he muttered softly, “please let me explain.”

He waited for your permission, but you sat there silently. “Will it make everything better, or worse?” He looked down, his mind, no doubt, moving hundreds of miles a second. You spoke up, and he looked back up at you. “Because tonight, I was broken. I felt as though I was forgotten, that I wasn’t needed in the same way that I need you. I felt as though I had been replaced.” You breathed shakily, tears already forming in your eyes. His expression dropped immediately, tears streaking down his face. “Will what you say make me forget these things? Will what you say to me make me see you clearly?” You looked down at your hands, holding them together, as if they were holding you together. The flesh around your ring turned white, along with your knuckles, because of how tightly you pressed them.

Bokuto’s left hand covered your own, and you noticed a small glint of something shiny. There, on his ring finger, was his wedding ring you had chosen. Your breath hitched as you stared at his hand, at his finger, at the ring. “Y/N,” he started, but you already unclasped your hands and was holding his.

“You,” looking him in the eye, “you put it on.”

“Of course I did.” He smiled sadly, wiping a tear from his cheek. His eyes suddenly shot up and looked at his hand frantically, bringing his hand back. His fingers grazed his ring, “If you don’t want me to wear it anymore I can take it off, I would understand-“

“No!” You said hastily, his eyes getting wide. “No, it’s okay.” Your eyes softened, and you gently grabbed his hand and brought it back down to your lap. “Do you like it?”

He chuckled slightly, putting his other hand on yours. “I absolutely love it.” You smiled at him and he smiled back, but then his eyes glazed over. His face fell, and you knew what was going to happen next. “As much as I don’t want to, we have to talk about this, so we can move on.” He spoke timidly. “So we can be happy again.” You sat there, unmoving. He waited for your permission to continue. You nodded firmly.

Will you have the clarity you want- you need? You hope so.

///

Part 4 will be the last chapter and should be up in a couple of days :))

Update: heres part 4 :)

[pengychan]

[Coco] Mind the Gap, Pt. 23

Title: Mind the Gap Summary: Modern Day AU. Tired of Ernesto’s snide remarks, Imelda decides to put him in his place and her husband is more than happy to help. It was supposed to be a one-night deal. Things quickly get out of hand. [OT3, mostly porn and humor. Plenty of instances of Ernesto being Dramatic, Imelda getting Sick Of His Shit, and Héctor trying to be the peacekeeper. Don’t expect anything serious.] Pairings: Ernesto/Héctor/Imelda Rating: Explicit.

Art by @swanpit​.

[All chapters are tagged as ‘mind the gap’ on my blog.]

A/N: Long overdue make-up sex? Long overdue make-up sex. Only the epilogue left before this is all wrapped up!

***

“... I need water.”

“Seconded.”

“Thirded.”

Silence. Some shuffling.

“Well, who’s going?”

“I’m not. I went and got Coco back to sleep when she cried. Did my part.”

“I am not getting off this couch.”

“If you make me go, I’m only getting water for myself.”

“I hate you both.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Uugh. No, I don’t.” Ernesto groans, rubbing his eyes before dropping his head back against the couch’s backrest. He grimaces towards the kitchen. “What time is it, anyway?”

“Three in the morning.”

“What! Where has the evening gone!”

“Where has the entire day gone, we began discussing this over lunch,” Héctor mutters, laying upside-down with his legs over the backrest.

He is not wrong, really: they have quite literally spent half a day and much of the night discussing where to go from there. They talked through lunch, through the afternoon with Coco passing from one set of arms to another whenever she was not napping, talked while Héctor changed her diapers with a frequency Ernesto found frankly concerning given the child’s small size. They took a brief break from talking while walking their dogs - best to be careful with their words outside - and feeding Coco respectively. 

More talking ensued as they put Coco in her playpen to watch a cartoon, as they cooked dinner, as they ate it, as Coco fell asleep cuddled up to Pepita while the dogs watched with envy from outside the playpen, with Dante having finally learned that trying to jump in would spell disaster. 

They discussed everything they could possibly discuss - their arrangement, how it could work going forward, whether to tell Coco, what to tell Coco once she was old enough, how to keep it private business without having to actively hide, what family members could be told and what family members could never - coming to the agreement Imelda’s brothers were probably the only ones who could be trusted, at the moment, to possibly know if it came to it.

“I never thought I’d see the day I had to say they can be trusted over our father,” Imelda said as she disappeared to put a very sleepy Coco in her crib, and Héctor and Ernesto were still snickering at the idea when she came back. They sat on the couch with a drink, resumed talking, and never stopped except for the time Coco began crying and had to be soothed by a very concerned Héctor.

Until, of course, exhaustion and thirst caught up with them at three in the damn morning. 

“So, I’m going to be the waiter from now on,” Ernesto mutters, just a little dramatically, as he finally gets off the couch to fetch everyone some water. He guzzles down a glass, fills two more, and brings them back. Héctor and Imelda drink just as greedily while he flops back down on the couch, exhausted and honestly still absolutely stunned.

“... This is-- is this really happening?” he finds himself asking, very quietly. Part of him fears this is all a dream, that he will wake up alone in his bed to find none of this has really transpired. The other two pause, look back down at him - and maybe Ernesto let something vulnerable show a bit too much, because suddenly they’re both leaning down with the clear intention of giving him a kiss. Exactly at the same time. 

With predictable results. 

Bonk.

“Ow!” Imelda yelps, wincing back.

“Agh! Oh God, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean--” Héctor frets. Imelda just slaps a hand over her mouth to stifle laughter, which just comes out of her nose with a honking sound. Ernesto just laughs, his own head unscathed but oddly light. Yes, this is happening. He couldn't have dreamed up something so stupid if he’d tried. 

It is happening, he thinks. We’re giving this a chance, he thinks. For the love of God don’t fuck it up, he tells himself, but says none of those things aloud. He just laughs until he has to catch his breath and it dies down in a snicker. That’s when Imelda leans down to kiss him briefly, this time without bumping her head against Héctor’s.

“I think that means we’re officially too tired to function,” she says. “Let’s go to bed.”

Ah. Right. It is three in the morning. Ernesto clears his throat and sits up. “Of course-- I’ll drop by after lunch, then, so we can go rehearse--”

Imelda pinches his earlobe. “Who said anything about you leaving?” she asks, an eyebrow raised. Ernesto’s words die in his throat. 

Right. Yes. This is happening.

Not that anything physical is going to happen just yet. They are all much too tired to do anything other than shuffling into the bedroom as quietly as they can - “whoever wakes her up has to calm her down”, Imelda threatens - and changing their night clothes - it is odd, finding one of his nightshirts still in their closet, washed and neatly folded - before they flop on the bed. 

At least, Ernesto and Héctor flop down on it. Imelda is decidedly more dignified, and leans down between them. Héctor pulls her close, and immediately holds out the other arm for Ernesto with a grin. Part of him is still wondering if he’s dreaming this, really, but when he slides closer, leaning against Imelda’s body with Héctor’s arm around him, again he knows he will not awaken alone after all. He smiles. 

“Your arms are freakishly long,” he mutters, very romantically, causing Héctor to snort. 

“Oh, thanks, amigo,” he mutters, but his hand keeps resting on Ernesto’s side. “Don’t hear you complain when I give the best hugs ever given.”

“That’s debatable, who decided it is you to give--”

“I said--” Imelda cuts him off, then yawns. Loudly, and without bothering to put up a hand against her mouth. “Sleep,” she mumbled, settling her head back down, forehead against Héctor’s chest and one hand resting on Ernesto’s forearm around her waist. It’s not clear whether it’s an order or just a declaration of what she’s about to do, but they do take it as an order. 

They are, after all, exhausted. There will be time to marvel over getting all of this back in the morning; for now, Ernesto leans down his head, closes his eyes, and sleeps basking in their warmth.

***

***

They get to sleep a grand total of two hours and a half before they awaken to a chorus of wailing, barking, yapping and yowling. It’s hard to tell what started first - Ernesto apparently would put money on the wailing, though Imelda is ready to counter-bet a chihuahua yapped first  - but the fact stays, someone needs to go put an end to it before half the condo is at the door with murderous intentions.

Thankfully, Héctor is out of bed almost immediately. He’s still sleepy and misses the door the first time, hitting the wall before stumbling out with a murmured ‘I’m fine’ to go make sure no horrid monster has attacked Coco in her crib. In his haste he leaves the door open, and two chihuahuas as well as the cat rush in, with the small dogs yapping and trying without success to jump up on the bed. 

The other two as well as Dante clearly decided to stay behind and watch Héctor’s baby-soothing operation. Imelda stifles a yawn, bringing a hand up to her mouth. “Those dogs are not allowed on the bed,” she says the instant Ernesto moves to pick them up, just as Pepita jumps to settle down next to her head.

Ernesto scowls. “That’s favoritism,” he points out, and a little monster yaps as though to agree. One of them whines, clearly trying to move her into relenting. Imelda remains entirely unmoved. 

“Pepita is clean,” she replies, reaching over to scratch Pepita behind the ears. Her green eyes, fixed on Ernesto, narrow. Hard to tell whether it is in pleasure for the ear scratch or in displeasure for the man back on her owners’ bed, but if it’s the latter, she will have to get used to it.

Ernesto makes a face. “I can’t imagine it’s hygienic.”

“She grooms herself for hours on end--” 

“With her it tongue, that’s not cleaning a thing--”

“Well, it’s more than dogs do. I have only ever seen them use their dogs only ever use their tongues to lick--”

“They’re clean! I bathe them every week!“

Imelda blinks. In the next room over, Coco’s wails are quieting down. “... You do?” 

“With a very expensive dog shampoo, too. I advertised it on my Instagram account - I mean, their Instagram account. Didn’t you see?”

Ah. That. “I think I unfollowed both when we-- broke things off,” Imelda admits, causing Ernesto to frown. “It stung,” she adds quickly. “Seeing you.”

“Ah.” He clears his throat. “Well, I-- I haven’t been posting a lot, so you haven’t missed much. Should get back to it. I think the dogs have more followers than I do at this point.”

“Well, they are cute. I suppose,” Imelda concedes. Pepita jumps off the bed, clearly satisfied with her dose of scritches, and is followed outside by both chihuahuas. Imelda props herself up on her elbow. “You should try with shirtless photos,”she adds. It’s mostly meant as a joke, but Ernesto is clearly considering it. 

“I already posted plenty. And a couple where I was only wearing a--”

“I mean, more shirtless photos,” Imelda rectifies, very much aware of what photos he is referring to. Unlike Héctor, whose social media accounts are bereft of any sign of life aside for the occasional photo of a guitar, a music sheet, or Imelda going over his latest work, Ernesto is very much active and not precisely trying to disguise the fact his sexuality is ‘yes’.

“I guess I could take a trip to the beach for a few more shots, after we’re back from Santa Cecilia...” he muses, and Imelda is about to ask if they’re meant to join him for that trip to the beach when Héctor walks back in, a triumphant grin on his face and phone in hand.

“She’s sleeping! Look!” he whisper-exclaims, and gets right back in bed between them before he proceeds to show them thirty identical photos of Coco sleeping. “Isn’t she the most beautiful little girl?”

“She is,” Imelda agrees with a small grin, leaning her chin on Héctor’s shoulder. “Not that I’m biased or anything.”

Ernesto scoffs. “You absolutely are.”

“Not everyone is your mamá, Ernesto,” Héctor snickers, elbowing him. “Telling everyone within earshot how handsome you were going to be once you shed your baby fat.”

“Well she was right, I did turn out-- what! She never said that, pendejo!” He huffs, giving Héctor’s shoulder a shove that almost sends him flying off the bed. He laughs it off, flopping back down. 

“She did too, Ernestito! Heard with my own ears!”

“Mph. Your stupid elephant ears.”

Héctor’s expression turns coy. “Ah, what can I say, it’s my cross to bear. Much like a dick a couple of inches longer than yours…”

“It’s not, Héctor!”

“Is too! We checked with Imelda’s measuring tape, remember?”

“... You did what with my measuring tape now?”

“We had a disagreement to settle, mi amor.”

“And we found it’s-- maybe an inch longer! At most! And mine is thicker, too!”

“Oh no, it was longer than that. Need me to refresh your memory?”

“We can arrange that, if you let me catch another couple of hours of sleep,” Imelda mutters, causing the squabble to die down. There is some grumbling, a few more shoves, but soon enough they’re all settled to sleep again, basking in the warmth and enjoying blissful silence.

For another fifty minutes.

***

“Oh my God!”

“Gah!”

“Wha--??”

Héctor barely catches himself before he falls off the bed, flailing his arms and only narrowly missing Imelda’s face. He reaches to turn on the bedside lamp, and sits up to look over to the other side of the bed where Ernesto is sitting upright, hair tousled, a horrified expression on his face as though he just awakened from the worst nightmare a human mind can conceive. 

“Ernesto? What is it?” Imelda is asking, concern plain in her voice. She puts a hand on Ernesto’s forearm and he looks back at them, eyes wide and skin ashen. 

“Oh my God, ” he repeats. “My mother has seen my Instagram.”

Ah, Héctor thinks. 

“Ah,” he says, mind already wandering to some photos that are probably not meant for the eyes of one’s own mother. 

“Oh,” Imelda repeats, clearly thinking the same. 

They succeed in staying serious for almost five seconds before Héctor cracks, and Imelda is quick to follow. 

“Pffft…”

“Heh…”

“She has been looking up my account for ages-- she even mentioned it, I had forgotten-- what if my father-- stop laughing!” his voice comes out a whine, and it’s what entirely undoes them. “This is serious! Stop laughing! I’ll have to look her in the eye when we go back for Coco’s christening! I-- uuugh!” Ernesto lets himself drop back on the pillow with a groan, covering his face with an arm. “I hate you both.”

“No, you do not.” Héctor grins down at him and, while Ernesto scoffs, he fails to say otherwise. 

“If she brings it up, I will dig myself a grave and crawl in it.”

Imelda snickers, leaning across his chest. “If they’re that terrible I don’t think she’ll want to bring them up.”

He pulls his arm off his eyes, frowning a little. “Not that I’m naked in those photos, I’m not an idiot, but I--” he trails off with a sudden intake of breath when Imelda’s hand slips beneath his nightshirt, across his chest. Héctor sits back a moment, watching them - Imelda’s tousled hair and the strap of the nightgown falling off her shoulder, the way Ernesto arches a little at her touch. 

It’s not the most alluring sight he’s ever laid his eyes on, but it comes pretty close - and it hits him suddenly, the realization that they have this again. It leaves a lump in his throat and a dumb smile spreading on his face while he watches Imelda lean in and kiss Ernesto’s lips. When they break apart, Ernesto’s breathing is quicker and his eyes wide. 

Imelda grins, and tugs at his nightshirt. “Since we clearly are getting no more sleep this morning, would you mind getting this out of the way and let me take your mind off your mother going through embarrassing Instagram photos?”

Ernesto is sitting up and pulling the shirt up over his head before she’s even done speaking, but he doesn’t get to take it off - not before Héctor moves suddenly to pull them both in his arms, and squeeze tight. 

“Agh!”

“What the--”

“Really?”

“And here I was trying to be seductive,” Imelda mutters, face pressed against Héctor’s chest.

“It was a very good effort,” Ernesto informs her, head still tangled in the shirt. 

“Thanks.”

“Unfortunately, you married an idiot.”

“Oh, like you didn’t stick to the idiot long before I got him to put a ring on it.”

“What can I say, I felt bad for him.”

“... You guys realize I can hear you, right?”

“No doubt you can, with those ears,” Ernesto mutters, voice still muffled by the shirt wrapped around his head. “Can you let me go now?”

“Do I have to?”

“If you want us to get anything done before Coco needs breakfast, yes,” Imelda says against his chest. “Now, if you’d let go and fetch the lube and condoms…” she adds, and Héctor is off them and across the room so fast he almost topples on the floor. 

With most of his blood flow already getting redirected in his nether regions, Ernesto’s power of thought may not be at his highest. However, as he gets the shirt off his head and throws it off the side of the bed, he does pause a moment to think. Or try to. Something is definitely different. 

“Condoms? Not on the pill anymore?”

“Not yet. It already failed, anyway, and I really am not ready for another little miracle. At least if the condom breaks we’ll notice right away.” She reaches up to brush back his hair, and leans against him. She is warm against his bare chest, her lips so close to Ernesto’s own. Her nails rake lightly down the back of his neck, and he swallows. “But it shouldn’t happen, if you know how to put one on properly.”

He makes a face. “Well, of course I know how to put on a--” Ernesto begins, and then trails off. The amount of blood going straight to his cock is making it very hard to think about anything else, but he’s not yet so far gone he can’t catch the meaning of her words. He stares at Imelda, mouth hanging open.

There are...few things they did not at least experiment with throughout the relationship, but at no point did Ernesto get to be in her. Not with his cock, anyway. It simply never happened, Ernesto would think, but he knows deep down that was not it. It was a line Imelda did not want to cross, the one that marked the difference between her husband and the annoying-- acquaintance -- friend turned unlikely lover. Something Héctor could have while he could not. Until now.

He should try and play it cool, of course. Get cocky and say he’s glad she changed her mind there, she has no idea what she has missed out on. Instead, he sputters.

“What-- are you-- sure?”

Imelda’s expression turns coy, a finger running down his chest. “Well, if you’re afraid to disappoint…”

What!

“What!” Ernesto huffs, crossing his arms. “For your information, I never disappoint.”

“Sofía told me otherwise.”

“Sofía should mind her own-- wait a moment, since when are the two of you on gossiping terms?” he asks, just a hint of panic making it to his voice as he tries to run the numbers on the amount of ammunition Sofía may have to use against him. Unaware of his worry, or maybe all too aware of it and hiding it very well, Imelda shrugs. 

“She ordered a pair of shoes and we got talking.”

Talking about what, Ernesto wants to ask, but before he can open his mouth Héctor is back on the bed and kissing his shoulder, causing him to trail off and his breath to catch a moment.

“Here,” Héctor smiles against his skin, pressing a condom in his hand. “Put it to good use, we have no others left until we restock.”

Despite the rising heat, his own quickening breath and the by now unbearable friction of underwear on his erection, Ernesto raises an eyebrow. “That busy, even with the baby?”

“Not really. It’s that Dante found the box.”

“Ah.”

“Yes, ah. The vet judged me the entire time. Not that he said anything, but--”

“... Surely we can have this conversation another time?” Imelda intervenes, tapping her fingers against Ernesto’s chest in a motion that is… a little more annoyed than seductive now. Héctor blushes a little, and gives a sheepish grin. 

“Heh. Right,” he says, and without warning he suddenly pushes Ernesto forward, causing him to fall over on top of Imelda. He barely catches himself, hands braced against the mattress, and almost protests - but then he looks down to see Imelda leaning on her back beneath him, head between his arms and hair spread across the pillow. Her skin is flushed, and ah, the way she looks at him. If one could bottle that look to sell it, they’d make billions.

“I can’t help but feel I’m terribly overdressed for the occasion,” she tells him, and starts unbuttoning her nightgown. She barely makes it to half the buttons before Ernesto’s mouth comes down on hers, hard. She melts into the kiss in a way he cannot recall her ever doing before, fingers tangling in his hair and Christ - Christ - it is almost worth the long months without them, waking up in his own bed.

Ah, it’s good to be home.

“Ah--” Imelda sighs and throws back her head while Ernesto’s mouth trails down her throat, to her breasts. He only stops with a startled gasp against her nipple when a pair of familiar hands pull off his boxers, and a very familiar finger begins to probe as him, slick with lube. 

“Oh, don’t mind me back here,” Héctor calls out, and Ernesto can almost feel the grin in his voice when he slides the finger in, slowly but without hesitation, getting another gasp out of Ernesto he barely muffles against Imelda’s skin. “Want me to put on the condom for you while I’m at it? You look busy,” he adds. His other hand closes on Ernesto’s cock in a soft squeeze, and he almost cries out.

“Christ-- don’t do that!” he pants, suddenly terrified he’s going to just come like that, before anything can happen. Héctor chuckles, but does pull back the hand. The other hand pushes in another finger, sending more shivers up his back. God, he’s shaking - this is bliss, never enough and yet too much, how can he possibly hold himself together?

“That horny?” Héctor asks lightly, as though conversing over a glass of wine. Ernesto snarls.

“I’m about to fuck your wife, what do you think?”

“Ah, good point.”

Beneath him Imelda, who somehow managed to unbutton the rest of her nightgown and shrug it off, laughs and forces his head back by the hair to kiss his mouth. He doesn’t resist - how can he resist? - and only lets out a noise of surrender. The finger within him retreats and Héctor is leaning across his back, putting the condom on him with surprisingly delicate fingers. His own cock presses against Ernesto’s thigh, hard and hot and already slick with lube. When he pulls back, Ernesto lets out a whine. 

“Don’t bother with fingers,” he groans. “I can take it-- por favor--”

A kiss on the back of his neck, just as Imelda’s mouth presses on his throat. She has a leg on either side of Ernesto, and his cock brushes against the warm skin on the inside of her thigh. It is only a soft brush, but it’s almost unbearable on heated flesh. He lets out a shuddering breath, and glances down to meet her eyes. 

Are you sure?, he asks without words, and Imelda responds just as wordlessly, pulling his mouth down on hers and arching beneath him. Whatever shred of self-control Ernesto had left is annihilated and he kisses her back, frantic, before pushing his hips forward purely out of instinct and oh--

He slides in so easily and for a long, blissful moment, Ernesto forgets how to breathe or move or think. There is only that tight heat, Imelda’s scent in his nostrils and her breath against the side of his neck as she clenches around him - the soft moan filling his ears and the nails sinking in the skin of his shoulders.

And then Héctor is bearing down on him, mouth on the back of his neck and weight across his back, pushing into him unbearably slowly and all too fast at once. Everything is too much. Nothing is enough. He wants and needs and yearns and yet it’s everything he could possibly ask for, and more. 

As much as he enjoyed the strap-on and Héctor’s ass, this might just be the best variation of Ernesto sandwich he’s ever had.

“Pepita got your tongue?” Héctor chuckles against his ear, settling deep into him, resting his chin on his shoulder and glancing over at Imelda. “You good?” he breathes. Imelda lifts her head to kiss his lips. Her skin is flushed, eyes half-lidded. 

“Oh, yes,” she says, and kisses Ernesto’s neck again. “You are thicker, I’ll give you that,” she whispers, perfectly audible to Héctor, whose chuckling protests are not very believable. Her hand cups Ernesto’s cheek, her fingers calloused from working leather. “Don’t worry about a thing,” she murmurs, brushing a thumb over his cheekbone. “We’ll take good care of you.”

“Christ--” Ernesto pants, and manages to lift himself up on his elbows just enough to get some weight off her, and rest his forehead on hers. He’s so acutely aware of everything - the smoothness of her skin and Héctor’s chest hair against his back, her hand cupping his cheek and his chin on his shoulder, the heat around his cock and the cock in him. “I don’t know-- how long I can last,” he manages to admit. 

“Ah, don’t worry about that, amigo,” Héctor speaks, and tilts his hips, sending a jolt of pleasure up Ernesto’s spine and tearing a gasp out of him. “Wouldn’t be the first time. And we can do this whenever we wish…”

He says something else after that, or Imelda does, but none of their words makes it to Ernesto’s brain. They start moving in tandem, in him and around him and on him and beneath, and it is all that Ernesto can think of or feel. It is all he wants to feel right now. 

The moans that leave him are louder than advisable, with Coco sleeping just a couple of rooms over, but Imelda is quick to muffle any noise he makes with a kiss. Good move, that.

None of them is in the right state of mind to go soothe a cranky baby, after all.

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Day two of the anniversary trip, and it’s the first full day. 

Dan and Lina had planned for everyone to enjoy the water and sun while they made lunch. You and Minny were sitting on the lawn chairs while Harry laid a towel out on the shore, laying on his stomach to get a tan in. Meanwhile, Jackson was floating in the water, letting the cool water relax him. It was a nice and peaceful day, you would say. The sun doing her thing as it shines, giving everyone some good ole Vitamin D. The sky was bright and blue, and you were thinking that it’ll be so hard to leave it. 

You were wearing a flowy and floral dress while your black two-piece bikini was under it, and you had sunglasses on your face. With packing so late, you weren’t really sure what you brought since you practically threw everything in your luggage. 

“I’m going in for a dip.” Minny says, and she gets up and strips her dress and walks over to the water. As she walks away, you admire your best friend’s body and you can’t help but think how envious you are of her. Growing up with her, you had always compared yourself to her because relatively, you thought she was prettier than you. She had always dated throughout school while you barely could get a guy to ask you to officially be his girlfriend. It was definitely a struggle for you, but that is up until you met Harry. 

You felt so loved and cared for when you were together; the ultimate power couple, you would always say, and he would agree. You wanted everything with him. But your dreams ripped from your hands the night he left. 

“Fruit, my dear?” Lina comes from right next to you and offers you a fruit bowl of strawberries, berries, and pineapples. 

“Thank, Lina.” You say as you take the bowl from her hands, and she walks over to Harry and offers him one. You see him pert up from his lying position and take it as well before he gets up fully and starts walking towards the house, towards you. 

“Mind if I sit here?” You shake your head and he takes a seat. It was silent with you two for a few minutes, but you figured, what’s new at this point with him. It’s always silent and awkward and you’re wondering if it’ll always be like this, or if you’ll actually be friends with him because afterall, you had mutual friends, practically family. 

But you knew that you were the only one stopping from the two of you from having a genuine friendship again, but it was hard enough to be around him, let alone be friends with him. 

“How’s your mom?” You ask, breaking the silence as you both chew down the delicious fruit. 

“She’s doing good, yeah. Misses you.” Harry hesitates on the last part, not knowing if he was pushing it. 

“I’m excited to see her this week. Gem as well.” You say honestly. You really had missed his family. Apart from your own and Minny’s family, Harry has been the third family you can go to, and talk to them like they’re your own. You had been pretty close with Gemma and Anne; always hanging out even without Harry, and you thought that was the best friendship; to have a relationship outside of your romantic one. 

“And yours? How is your mom? I miss her.” 

“She misses you too, but she’s okay, hanging in there. She wanted to come to this trip so badly, but her friend Lindsey, already booked the cruise and couldn’t get a refund so she had to go.” 

“The yearly cruise for…” Harry trailed off. 

“Yeah.” 

Your mom had taken a trip with your dad every year around this time, and it usually involved a cruise with their friends. Around this time 35 years ago, they had gotten together as a couple, so they always celebrate it. Ever since you and Minny met, your parents would call it ‘vacation month’ because they would go on a trip on their own, and then Lina and Dan would have their anniversary trip too, so it was a double vacation for them. 

“Here, let me get these out of the way.” Harry says as he stands up, collecting his and your bowls before going inside to wash them. 

You sit there, watching Minny and Jackson splash each other with water violently, left alone in your thoughts, and it seems like you’ve always been thinking way too hard. 

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Day three and four had consisted of going out for a boat ride. 

It was actually really fun. Dan was driving the boat while Harry and Jackson decided to go wakeboarding, and it ended up with Jackson wiping out pretty badly and Harry raising his arms up like it was a competition. 

“Ha! I won!” Harry says as the boys were getting back on the boat. 

“It wasn’t a competition, asshole.” Minny says and rolls her eyes, helping Jackson safely get on the boat. 

“Well, where’s the fun in that?” Harry pouts. Jackson sits down, still trying to catch his breath, and Harry sits next to him, putting an arm around his shoulder. 

You take a seat next to Jackson and pat his leg. “Are you good, Jack?” You say softly, so softly that Harry barely heard anything. You wanted to be as soft because the wipe out was pretty bad, and he could’ve seriously gotten hurt. But luckily, he was just winded and nothing else. 

“Yeah, thanks.” Jackson pats your legs back and smiles. 

You two were talking about how he got wiped out, and Jackson started explaining what had happened up until the moment he felt his grip let go of the handle because he blanked out after that. 

To the two of you, it was an innocent interaction between two friends, that are practically siblings, looking out for one another. But to the outside, meaning Harry who was the only one paying attention to you, he felt jealousy boil through his veins by how you’re looking at Jackson and being all secretive and soft with him. Talking to him so no one can hear you. His eyes turned dark, but you were too busy to notice, all your attention was on Jackson, so he got up and sat on the other side of the boat, turning away from you both. 

Dan steered the boat back to the dock as the sun was setting, so everyone could wash up and enjoy a relaxing dinner. 

You had a lot of fun. Just being by the water and on a boat with your favorite people was all you could really ask for. In times like these, you needed a reminder to surround yourself with the people you love, and you’re grateful it’s the people that are present with you at the moment. 

After the sky was getting darker, you all gathered around the table again to eat dinner. Minny made her famous lasagna and Lina baked garlic bread that no one could get enough of; it’s just that delicious. 

The seating arrangements were the same, and you were slowly getting comfortable with Harry being there. You weren’t sure if that was a good or bad thing, considering you were still iffy about him. But it didn’t stop you from being scared because you’re starting to get comfortable. You really wanted to let your guard down again, but anxiety runs through your head thinking he’ll break your heart again, even if you’re just friends with him. 

Harry wants nothing more than for you to be in his life again. He’d missed you to the fullest, and he’s bummed out that he can’t hug you whenever he wants. But although he was still a little annoyed with the moment you and Jackson had earlier (obviously not knowing what you two were talking about), he was glad you haven’t pushed him away just yet. Maybe after all, you’ll get along nicely with him after the trip. 

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Day five was the day Gemma and Anne were coming, and you couldn��t be more excited. 

You had missed them dearly, and you couldn’t wait to catch up with them. You couldn’t recall the last time you hung out with them; probably when you and Harry were still together. Although, they had told you to call them if you needed anything, even after you and Harry parted ways, you still thought it was a bit awkward to find comfort in your ex’s family. There were tiny conversations that happened on text, but nothing major where you called to see them in person. 

The night before, Lina had confirmed with Harry during dinner that Anne and Gems were coming and he confirmed yes, and that they were coming in the morning. The confirmation had sent your body into nerves but excitement. It’s been so long, and you were counting down the hours where you were reunited with them. 

Waking up was easy for you. You woke up at 6 a.m, not exactly sure when they were arriving, but you wanted to prepare breakfast for them when they were coming so they could refuel from the long trip. 

You prepared enough food for the whole group. Instead of a charcuterie board, you made a breakfast board. Mini pancakes were spread around a jar of syrup, bacon placed in the corner, scrambled eggs right next to the folded ham, sausage links in the middle, and various fruits spread across the board, adding a perfect color to your presentation. 

By the time you were finished, it was hitting 8 a.m, and you were glad that you hadn't woken anyone up. The silence helped and it didn’t overwhelm your social level. Being on a trip for one week out of two had left you going to bed with anxiety because of how overwhelmed you sometimes get. 

You spoke too soon as you see Harry putting on a shirt as he walked down the stairs. You get a peek of his tanned and tattooed torso, and you turn your flustered face away from him, wondering why you’re getting hot when you’ve seen him shirtless countless of times and many times on the trip. 

“It’s dangerous to put on a shirt when you’re going down the stairs.” You say and he tiredly smiles. His morning smile made your stomach do backflips. 

“Well, I’m sorry. I’ll try to be careful next time. Was just in a hurry because I heard you in the kitchen and knew you were making breakfast.” 

“How’d you know it was me?” You tilt your head. 

“Cause Gem and Mom are coming. You always go all out when they visit.” That was very true. You sometimes go way out of hand with decorations if there was a party or cook more food than usual when they visit. It wasn’t like you were trying to kiss their ass and impress them, you just didn’t want to have to worry about anything. They were your family and you wanted to just take care of them like what a family does. “You couldn’t contain your excitement last night when I confirmed they were coming.” Busted. 

“Checking me out, Styles?” You tease. 

“Oh, you’d know.” An amused smirk fell onto his face, and you couldn’t help but blush, and also roll your eyes to contain your blush. “Excited to see them?” He changes the subject. 

“Super excited. Haven’t seen them in-” The knock on the door interrupted you, but you could care less because they were finally here. You took off your apron and Harry best you to the door, figuring you would just stay in the kitchen until he was done with his greetings. 

“Alright, where is she?” You hear Anne say and you smile so big that you might actually cry. You walk out of the kitchen and towards the yellow door. “Oh, there you are, sweetheart! Come here.” Anne greets you with open arms and a big hug. A hug you have missed and was deprived from. 

“Hey, you!” Gemma says once you’ve let go of Anne, and gives the same hug. 

“I’ve missed you both so much.” 

“Us as well, my love.” Anne kisses your cheeks, and in this moment, you could have possibly regretted not hanging out with them after the breakup. And you’re so incredibly happy that they’re on this trip, even if it’s just for 3 days. 

Harry takes in the sight of seeing his ex and his family get along so well. It’s a sight that can possibly make him cry. No one he’s ever dated had got along so well, that they’re practically family, better than you. You’ve always been the one. Always. 

Everyone eventually woke up once they heard commotion that was coming from the lower level, and excitedly said their hellos and greeted them with hugs. The group thanked you for the beautiful and delicious breakfast, and you smiled, knowing everyone was happy and full. 

“Hey.” Gemma sneaked up on Harry as he was standing outside under the hot sun. 

“Hi, Gems.” 

“You okay?” She asks in a concerning tone. 

“Yeah, why do you ask?” 

“I mean you’ve been here a week and not to mention, with your ex girlfriend.” Gemma gets straight to the point. She was worried for her baby brother. He’s gotten hurt plenty in the past, and although she knows that the situation with you is practically his fault, she hates seeing him confused and down. 

“It’s fine, honestly. It doesn’t seem like she hates me that bad right now, so it’s all good.” He says honestly. 

“You two okay?” 

“Yeah, I think so.” Gemma nods, leaving him to think to himself in silence. 

The rest of the day was peaceful as Anne had a deep catch up with Lina about what’s been going on. Gemma, Harry, and Jackson went for a swim as you and Minny sat back talking about everything and anything. 

The day had gone by smoothly and too fast for your liking as it was already nighttime and the whole group gathered around the fire pit on the patio. Blankets were draped around everyone’s legs as they watched the flames of the fire grow bigger. 

“This was probably my favorite day.” Dan says, breaking the silence from everyone’s thoughts. Everyone agrees. 

“All we’re missing is your family, love.” Lina says to you, and you only nod in agreement. “Your mom is missing and your father is dearly missed by all of us.” 

You don’t say anything, not like you want to. Your father had passed away almost a year ago from a car accident, and things haven’t been the same since. It was so sudden that obviously no one had expected it, and it shook everyone’s worlds. Things had definitely been hard for you and your mother. All you wanted was for her to be here with you, with everyone. But she was on a cruise with her friends, probably wanting to be with you as well. 

No one had said anything and it was quiet. Everyone was thinking about their own memories they had with your father, and reminiscing on the good times. 

“I always remembered when you guys would come over on Fridays,” Dan starts, “you and Minny were at school, and we would agree to pick you up all together, and then come back and have dinner. But Lina and her were always so deep in conversation that they would lose track of time. And we would always hear Jenny saying ‘go get the kids from school!’” Everyone smiled and some laughed, knowing it was a very Jenny thing to do. “Your father wouldn’t complain though; always so calm and always played his guitar. Rightful pro, I would say.” You nodded your head in agreement and smiled softly as tears have made their way known. 

The crackles of the fire were the only thing that was heard between the circle of your family. The silence and stories about your family had gotten to you, and your tears made its way down your face. No one noticed as you wiped them away. But any second, you’re going to burst into sobs and that’ll just be embarrassing, so you get up and walk inside, not telling anyone that you were leaving. You walk towards the kitchen, in case you needed an excuse as to why you left. 

“Hey, hey, hey. Why are you crying?” Harry says as he enters the kitchen. 

“I’m not.” You deny instantly and your hand wipes away your tears quickly. You grab a cup and fill it up with water. 

“Come on, talk to me.” You take a deep breath and a sip of water before admitting your feelings.

“I’m just feeling lonely.” You mumble low enough, hoping Harry wouldn’t hear, but he did. 

“Lonely? How so?” 

“I mean, I’m the one here alone.” 

“No you’re not. You have Minny’s family and my family’s here as well, so you’re definitely not alone.” He tries to lighten up the situation. 

“Yeah, but where is my family? I’m the only one here who doesn’t have my family with me. You all are surrounded by people who love you and no one-”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence. You are loved by so many. You have Minny, her family, my family, me.” 

“Oh, really? You?” It was like your sadness had subsided with anger in seconds, and Harry is clueless as to what is coming for him. 

“Yes, me. Why wouldn’t I be here for you?” Harry’s brows furrowed and his mind was confused as to why your mood had switched up so quickly. 

“Because you left me!” You blurt out. “You left me out in the cold, so don’t tell me you’re here for me when you weren’t a year ago. And now I’m fucking lonely!” More tears had slid down your face, and you couldn’t control it. 

“Stop. Please. I can’t handle your hatred towards me.” He looks down in guilt and tries to reach for your hand. 

“Yeah, well, you should’ve thought about that a year ago.” You push him away and back away from him. 

“You can’t possibly hold what I did a year ago against me.” 

“Oh, but I am. It doesn’t go away that quickly.” You say sarcastically, knowing Harry hates your sarcastic voice. 

“Okay, I get it, yeah. But you’re here to have fun, alright? You’ve been sitting everywhere, wallowing in your own thoughts instead of trying to move on. Stop holding grudges for once! You’re at a place where you're surrounded by nature, something you admire, and you can’t even take a moment to look up and appreciate what’s right in front of you?” You know he’s right. Everyone with two eyes and ears knows he’s right. You’ve been so angry for so long that you want to move on, but it’s hard to. “Please. We only have a week left, so please, just stop hating me for the rest of this trip, and let’s just have some fun?” 

You sigh, shaking your head a little, completely baffled by what he’s saying. For a minute you do take it into consideration, wanting to let go of the stress and anger that has been holding you back from truly enjoying yourself. 

“Please. Let go of whatever anger you have of me and let’s have a good time here? For the remainder of the trip, let’s be friends, and you can decide if you still want me to be a part of your life after we leave here. It’s been a while since we’ve had some fun.” He says like he’s reading your mind. You’re also not sure if his last statement was meant to also be sexual, but you try not to overthink it. 

You needed to let go, you easily knew that. Everyone knew that, so you answer him, hoping you won’t regret your answer. 

“Okay.” You say with a sigh, finally giving him his wish. 

“Yeah?” He smiles, and you nod. In a second, he’s wrapping his arms around you and spinning you. You yelp as you swing your legs, telling him to put you down, and he obeys. He looks at you like he wants to say something, but instead he engulfs you in a hug again without lifting you off the ground. “Thank you.” He says softly in your ear, and you nearly have shivers down your spine, honestly missing his voice in your ear; for only you to hear. 

“Everything okay here?” Anne pops out of nowhere, and you and Harry separate from the hug, to which he frowned at. 

“Yup. Everything is good, mom.” Anne looks at you, making sure if he was telling the truth, and you nod. She smiles and grabs a cup of water, and Harry feels a bit awkward, so he smiles in your direction and you smile back before he leaves the kitchen, and gets back to the patio. 

“I’m so glad you’re here.” You say. Anne shows off her loving and contagious smile that you’ve loved the day you first met her. 

“Me too, sweetheart. Too bad we can’t stay for the remainder of the trip.” She pours slightly, resembling the same pout Harry has. It’s something you’ve always noticed, and it makes you so much more fond of her. 

“We can always plan another one. One in advance so everyone has time to take off from work.” She agreed quickly, and you both discussed some locations; talking about what certain ones are known for and when the best time to go. 

You’ve truly missed talks with Anne. She kept you so entertained by making jokes and rambling on different and random things. She was good at comforting, making you laugh if you needed it. 

“Sweetheart,” she says, once the traveling subject had died down, “I just want to say I’m proud of you. You’ve been so strong for the entirety of our friendship, and I admire that about you.” She places her hand on top of yours that is resting on the granite countertop. 

“Thank you. That means a lot to me.” 

“And just know that so many people love you. No matter what your situation is with my son, I will always love you like you’re my own. I really cherish our friendship.” A new set of tears have come to your attention, and you close your eyes, trying to calm yourself down. 

Anne takes your silence as an appreciative agreement, one where you don’t have to say words because you ultimately do agree. She steps forward and pulls you in for a hug. It’s one that you needed in times like these. Times where you were really having a rough day or week, missing your dad, and needing a warm hug from a parent. One that understands you and is always reminding you that they’re there for you. A hug that takes all your worries and insecurities away even if it’s just for a quick second. And you feel all of her love pouring into your heart as she embraces you because all you really needed was a hug. 

As she holds you tight, you’re reminded that you are so loved. 

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[vinylhazza]

Honor To Us All (G.D)

Summary: Grayson and Y/n watch Mulan, turning movie night into one of playful banter, serenades, and talk of a bigger life through mouthfuls of popcorn. Grayson confesses his real image of his girlfriend - a warrior in his eyes.

Word Count: 1.8k

Warning: Silliness, Fluff, Disney, literally so cheesy I’ll provide the wine: 🍷

“Do you think Mulan knows she’s a bad bitch?” Grayson ponders, stuffing another handful of cheesy popcorn into his mouth.

“I mean...I think she figures it out in the end. Or at least faces the fact that there is no other choice but the brave one. The confidence comes with her achievements - bringing honor to her family and country,” Y/n explains thoughtfully, smiling at how genuine of a question it was from such a big man that’s nothing but a softy that loves Disney.

Grayson sits for a moment longer, watching as Mushu rambles on about putting shame on a cow and what not, giggling at the small dragons rant. It’s always been his favorite character because of his perseverance to be seen as something more than a small sidekick. Plus he makes him laugh uncontrollably hard for being a cartoon and looking like a little lizard. And anything that can make that angelic smile and laugh of his come out is a gift from God, in her opinion.

“Good point. It’s just interesting that she goes into this war zone with all of this grit and dedication without ever being actually exposed to a lifestyle that requires such high expectations,” he mumbles through another mouthful of his snack. She knows he’s only saying this because he spends his time singing the songs instead of actually listening. Yes Grayson Dolan singing Mulan songs is one of the greatest sights she’s ever been blessed with. It’s a sound that bursts from him like he genuinely can’t hide his happiness, airy and with an adorable wheeze that leads to a puff from his inhaler. 

“Well that’s not entirely true. Before she went with the army she was expected to bring honor to her family in a different way: find a husband, be a perfect daughter, a perfect wife, a perfect mother in the future. She was always held to a high standard even if she didn’t live up to it sometimes. The pressure prepared her for it, I believe. It can be brutal to be scrutinized by your own family...belittled for your clumsiness and uniqueness when you’re meant to be so proper and uniform. She was constantly second guessing everything she thought was right and locking her real self away just to maintain an image was never destined to have. The army brought out the individuality in her - even if she was disguised as a man,” she finishes with a huff, out of breath but satisfied with her lengthy answer, popping a few Skittles into her mouth and smiling when she realizes they were all her favorite ones - red and yellow. The superior Skittles. 

The two sit wrapped in each other, scanning their eyes across a screen filled with fighting soldiers, a heaping pile on top of Mulan’s small frame. He takes a moment to comment “ouch” quietly without thinking, ignoring her small giggle at his innocence.

He’s so pure when he wants to be, serious when he has to be, and so totally himself all the time. It’s refreshing in a world so fake. There’s not a lot of men that will sit down and watch a movie like Mulan and actually think about what it means instead of teasing and making fun of the movie the entire duration. He’s not interested in being a douchebag for an image. 

“Be a man, we must be swift as the coursing river, be a man, with all the force of a great typhoon, be a man, with all the strength of a raging fire, mysterious as the dark side of the mooooooooon,” he sings along, laughing at the way she’s watching him scream the lyrics like he really means them, joining in at the end. 

“Fuck them Huns,” Y/n wheezes, slapping at his thigh as she laughs joyfully.

“Literally fuck them Huns,” he agrees through popcorn, hand pressed against his mouth in fear of spilling some due to her own rolling laughter.

When it returns to the calm silence he speaks out again with so much serious she thinks he might be being sarcastic. But no, he’s all serious and curious as always.

“Also he’s a fine ass man how is she not blushing?” he tuts once again, eyebrows dipped down as Li Shang all but sings in Mulan’s face. This is a question she’s thought nearly every time she watches the film, but never had the mind to speak allowed. 

With a chuckle she simply fired back with another question, “She can’t fall over herself everytime she’s with him. She has a purpose for being there. Do you see me blushing every time I’m with you?”

“Yes,” he snarks, grinning again as she punches him in the arm playfully, snuggling into his black sweatshirt he hasn’t changed out of since they woke up a couple hours prior. 

“Shut up,” she giggles like a schoolgirl, hiding in the fabric of his hoodie further, “it’s not my fault you insist on walking around shirtless most of the time.” 

“Well so does Li Shang, so you see my point? The girls just can’t resist the bod,” Grayson gloats, a proud smile with lots of pearly white teeth on his face again. 

“Men are vile creatures.” Her amused mockery get’s her another chuckle before it grows silent once more, both enjoying the company that doesn't need conversation, “and did you just say bod?”

“Mmm mostly and yes, yes I did,” he agrees with a nod, not even finding a good rebuttal that could prove her wrong. He’s good at that, letting her have a peaceful moment. Because that’s what it was - a peaceful moment between two lovers, joking about Mulan on a couch they’ve sat on for far too long, in clothes they haven’t the urge to change, with hearts that won’t stay steady. 

Grayson stops when Mulan shouts from the speakers, covering herself as the soldiers pile into the water, and inevitably laughing as she scurries behind her horse. With a tug on his hoodie he’s yanking it over his head and handing it over to a shivering Y/n, knowing she could get a blanket, but his hoodie is so much better. 

They settle into the comfortable silence, Y/n stealing tiny handfuls of Grayson’s popcorn whenever she got the chance, belting out laughter when it was too much to hold in. He joined in the majority of the time, loving how blissful her laugh sounded, cherishing the way it stuck to every nerve of his heart and had it skipping beats from being overwhelmed. That was what she loved so much about the love they shared, it was plentiful but pure and full - never a dull moment even when they are essentially doing nothing. 

— — —

“I think you’re the Mulan of the world babe,” Grayson remarked with a love struck smile towards the end of the movie, having been silent for most of duration of the film since their little discussion in the beginning.

He’s hurrying to lean in and give his girlfriend a kiss on the cheek before she can question him, suddenly overwhelmed with a strong sense of devotion for this girl he gets to wake up to every morning by the grace of God. He would be so embarassed if anyone knew that he just geinuinely thought to himself just then that she was dreamy. But she was, she really was in every way, the most dreamy.

She smirks, turning as he backs away to quirk an eyebrow at him in question, “Oh really? Why’s that?”

Sitting back against the plush couch he explains the truth behind his claim, even if he’s going to sound cringe and too deep to have just watched an entire Disney movie.

“You never give up, even when things are hard. You keep pushing past all the failures in search of that success that has to come at some point. Even if it means making a sacrifice at your own expense to save someone else or protect something bigger than your ego,” his voice is strong, sure and pure, “you really do bring honor to us all. Even if most people choose to ignore it.”

“If I did everything in life to please other people, I would never be truly fulfilled, and yeah I might relate to Mulan the most but you, my dear, have Li Shang written all over. You’re always going on about duty, honor, making your family proud, even the country, always thinking outside of the box, owning up to mistakes and making sure you don’t make them again. You’re not easily defeated. You see purpose in all things, understand the rules and instead of trying to defy them like myself, you bring balance - hence why we are so good for each other.” Y/n strokes her fingers through his luscious hair,

“Well I would go to war for you, love,” he teases, rubbing his nose against hers for a tender eskimo kiss. He rarely uses that pet name, but loves her reaction when he does. 

“Hmm and I would do the same for you, darling,” she hums back, holding his face close with both of her hands, cupping his face right under the strong bones of his jawline. It’s a gag worthy moment, sappy and cliche, something that if walked in on, they would both blush and cower in embarrassment. But in this moment, with the two of them sitting still, foreheads touching, with the ending credits of a fairytale rolling, they couldn’t care less about lingering eyes that might see their moment that means so much.

“You’re like fire, unstoppable and warm, you never let anyone ruin it for you...I wish I could be that way,” Grayson gulps, stroking her temple with his thumb.

“You are that way. You’re one of the strongest people I’ve ever known. You’re exactly like all of the strongest charcters in every movie and honestly fuck Li Shang right now because you’re better because you’re real.” Y/n is observant. Always watching. Not in a weird, stalker way. She simply likes to know the details, little things that make someone who they are that they might be ashamed of at some point, or maybe things they don’t even notice.

She notices. She notices that his leg in bouncing right now because he’s wondering if she liked the kiss, even if he’s kissed her a thousand times and she always pulls away blushing. She notices the way his left hand has dropped to rub at her thigh like he does when he feels comfortable. She takes note at the small smile he gives when she laces her fingers with his to soothe his nerves, knowing it makes him feel better to be touched when he’s nervous. She notices his love language so she can meet him halfway. He’s her prince and she’s not ashamed to show it.

People say fairytales can’t be real, but Grayson proves them wrong every single day.

He’s looking at her with that grin, the one where he looks sneaky. He wears this smile when he’s excited, so completely happy, or getting ready to tickle you. There’s no in between, but right now, with the remote waving in his hand, you know exactly what page he’s on.

“So...Tangled?”

[sunflowersteves]

Hi! Can I please request a Bucky x short!civilian!fem!reader where Y/n is pretty much family of the Avengers, & the team is back together & Buck is joins the team. Steve asks Y/n if she can teach Bucky all about the 21st century, since she is still in college knows more about the 21st century than he does. She & Bucky fall in love after spending so much time with each other, & she also helps him with his nightmares & will gently hold his metal hand, showing him he isn’t a monster & she loves him

bucky barnes x short!civilian!fem!reader

author’s note || sjsjs I couldn’t think of another meme and I figured that Bucky wouldn’t get a Kermit reference either. I hope you enjoy!! @kpopgirlbtssvt

warnings || none, fluff, nightmares

Ever since moving into the compound in Upstate New York, you had gotten even closer with the avengers. They had already loved you since Rhodey had introduced you to the team. Tony even hired you as a coordinator for Stark Industries which then prompted all of them to ask you to move in. You knew they just saw you as a family but they all played it off as ‘because you work for Tony, you wouldn’t have to commute.’ 

Recently, since Hydra infiltrated S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Winter Soldier had gone to Wakanda to get rid of the trigger words, Bucky had been a new addition to the team. Tony was still mad at him and never talked to him nor made eye contact but everyone seemed somewhat happy to see him around. Especially you. Despite feeling distressed for Tony, you also understood that Bucky didn’t willingly do those things. Hydra taking utter control of him wasn’t his fault, so you always reassured him that eventually, Tony will come around. He’s just a stubborn bitch.

For the past month, you have been teaching Bucky 21st century slang, mannerisms, pop culture, etc. On the day that Bucky arrived at the compound, Steve asked you if you could teach him some things.

“And you can’t, old man?”

“Hey, I’m just now getting used to a smartphone. You’re more equipped for this.” And since then you’ve been teaching Bucky everything there is to know about your generation and the future. 

You would sit on the couch in the living room of the compound and either show him pertinent movies or read books together or you show him other things regarding the 21st century like cellphones, social media, etc. Ever since the first day that you had taught him, you were head over heels for him. At first, he was quiet, blushing at every little thing you said which made your heart soar to the moon. After a while and he got closer to you, he was more open and confident, even would tease you. And now you were really in trouble, that crush ended up being a fire burning love for him to the point where if he just dropped the question of marriage you would say yes. 

Today, your lesson was showing him memes. For the past two and a half hours, you had been showing him why they’re funny but he can’t seem to wrap his head around it. “I just don’t get it. Why is a green frog sipping tea funny? And why does tea mean gossip now?” You laugh a little and try to get him to focus again. 

You sigh, putting down your phone for a second. You then started to explain for the 50th time but Bucky still couldn’t grasp the concept. “Maybe it just isn’t funny.” “What? It’s hilarious!” You smirked and shook your head, yelling at the top of your lungs. “Peter!” After a couple of seconds, Peter came running into the living room asking what the matter was. He blinked as he just saw you and Bucky sitting on the couch.

“I have a meme to show you.” Peter’s eyes lit up and he gazed at the phone, reading each line before belting into a hearty laugh. As he kept reading, his hand ended up clutching his stomach and he had to bend over from laughing too hysterically. Bucky just stared, eyes widened.

“miss y/l/n, that’s a really good one.” He would periodically chuckle as he walked out of the room. “See? They’re funny.” Bucky just continued to stare at Peter like he came in blue and had three heads. All he could do was shake his head as you started to laugh at his demeanor. 

You then showed it to him again, shoving the phone up to his face again. All he could do was an exasperated sigh, “I still don’t get it!” You patted his leg in comfort, “Why don’t we take a break and eat some ice cream?”

--

Even at night, you would be of service to him. You’d always sprawl into his bed and soothe and cradle him until his nightmares go away. Bucky would never admit it but you helped him so much. You gave his dreams calmness and comfort, something that he hasn’t felt in a really long time. He felt heavenly around you.

However, He honestly hated that you came. He was a monster. A villain. A killer. An assassin. Why would someone come in to deliberately stop his suffering? He would never say a word the next day, silently hoping that you wouldn’t come. What if one night he wasn’t himself and he hurt you? He couldn’t—and wouldn't—live with himself if he hurt a single hair on your head.

You knew you didn’t have to go into his night and calm him. Steve even warned you the day he came that if she heard screams in the middle of the night, it was Bucky. But you couldn’t just sit there in your room and listen to his heartbreaking screams. 

You knew that he could also possibly wake up and not know who he was but you knew he would never hurt you but you honestly didn’t care. His state of mind was more important. Especially since you knew that he wouldn’t hurt you. So, you persisted.

Tonight was no different, Bucky’s screams would enter the air, blaring through the walls like they weren’t even there. So, you lifted up the blankets, silently creaked your door open, and ran across the wall to Bucky’s room. You creaked the door open and almost drooled at the sight of his shirtless body. You cursed at your mind because now, definitely wasn’t the time.

Your eyes soften, a scream comes into the air again and his body flails a bit. He was curled up, sweat was rolling down his forehead and it made his body glisten. His eyebrows were furrowed and his mouth was slightly agape. He would occasionally mumble words over and over again. You walked over to him, putting a hand on his shoulder to let him know you were there.

“Bucky, it’s me. Wake up, buck. You’re here with me. You’re safe. They can’t get you.” Bucky stirred, still mumbling and eyebrows furrowed. You gently took his left metal hand, intertwining your fingers and skin tingling from the cold feeling. 

He just smiled at your asleep body, you must’ve been trying to wake him up but fell asleep in the process. His heart melts at the sight in front of him, your flesh fingers intertwined with his metal ones. 

“I love you, doll.”

“I love you too.”

[iimaginebts]

I can’t love you

+ Paring/ Fuck buddies!Jimin x reader 

+ Genre/  Fluff, angst, romance and smut 

+ Summary/ Jimin came home one night all drunk after a huge fight with his boyfriend,Yoongi. Unable to suppress his needs, he turned to you to have a one night stand which unfortunately turned into many nights. After agreeing on being fuck buddies with no feelings involved, you can’t help but start to grow feelings for Jimin. Would you confess to Jimin about your feelings or keep it to yourself as you try to shut him out of your mind?

Jimin pounded into you as you grabbed the headboard for support. This is the third time you are about to orgasm. “ J-Jimin p-please. “ 

“ What’s it babygirl? Use your words. “ Jimin replied, still pounding mercilessly into you. 

“ It’s starting to hurt Jimin, please let me cum, I’ll be a good girl I promise “ you breathed out.

“ Okay, let’s cum together, on the count of 3, 1... 2... 3! “ 

A wave of relief flooded through you as the hot liquid poured out of your body, onto Jimin’s huge cock. You watch as his cock twitch and spit out cum. You felt so tired but relief at the same time, you fall onto your bed, feeling the soft pillows beneath you. Jimin went out of your room and returned with a cloth as he wiped your cum and sweat. 

“ Are you going to Yoongi’s again? “ you ask while Jimin busy himself with the cloth, picking up his own shirt and heading to the toilet. 

“ Yes, he says he wants to Netflix and cuddle tonight. “ came the reply as you heard the sound of water splattering onto the floor. You sigh deeply. You miss waking up with Jimin by your side, the last time was probably when you were on your period and begged him to buy you some necessities while he was already half-way walking to Yoongi’s apartment. He ended up having to lie about how he forgot to complete some assignments that needed to be submitted by the next day. 

Jimin lives in the same dorm as you, your bedroom literally five steps away from his but that night with Jimin, you have been sleeping at his room most nights. He goes over to Yoongi’s apartment almost every night hence sleeping in his room doesn’t make a difference with yours. You’ve met Yoongi before, a few times when he came over to find Jimin when Jimin was too busy to go over. 

You and Jimin have been fuck buddies two months after he and Yoongi starting dating. It was when Jimin got drunk after a big fight with Yoongi, he had mistook you for Yoongi and drunkenly fucked you. Honestly, you didn’t know how he managed to do that especially after he strip you off your clothes, he didn’t look surprise to see a pussy instead of a dick. Or maybe he was too drunk. That’s what he told you. You’ve always had feelings for Jimin, since the first week of moving into the same apartment as him and seeing him shirtless for the first time when you were cooking pancakes, you didn’t realize how this mochi-looking guy could be so hot. Your heart fluttered when Jimin pulled you by your waist and kissed you that night, looking at you with his small moon-shaped lusty eyes, making you weak instantly. To your dismay, Yoongi turned up at your front door the next day and patch things back up with Jimin. You felt bad every time you see Yoongi, trying to avoid his gaze as much as possible. You even wanted to stop things between you and Jimin but he assured you that he will never let Yoongi find out and even if Yoongi does, Jimin will take all the blame. 

After the one night stand, Jimin felt himself unable to control his needs in-front of you. The way your hips move, the way your lips parted slightly whenever you’re sleeping and the way you call his name, his heart melts a little every time he looks at you. He didn’t know what he was feeling, he knows he love Yoongi too. Could he possibility like two person at the same time? It would be ridiculous right? Not wanting to lose either of you, he decide that being fuck buddies with you can help to keep you by his side while dating Yoongi. He knew that he was being selfish and unfair to both of you, but he couldn’t help it. He made sure you and Yoongi know none of this, he tried to suppress his feelings towards you by making sure he leaves right after fucking you to make it up to Yoongi. 

Jimin got out of the shower as the water ran the last piece of his thoughts into the drain. He got off the shower and dried himself then changed into fresh clothing. Walking into his room, he picked up his phone by the nightstand and texted Yoongi that he is going over. You watch as he picked up his bag and leave your room throwing a casual ‘bye’ over his shoulder before you hear the door close and keys rattle. 

You felt lonely instantly. Staying in bed, you picked up Jimin’s sweater at the end of the bed and threw it on, wanting to go to the kitchen to look for food. Bad idea. Your legs gave up as soon as you stood up, it felt so sore and tight all over, Jimin was being extra harsh these days, you could still see the slap mark on your thigh that Jimin gave you a few days ago. You picked up your phone and scroll through Instagram, liking every post you see on your feed. Your eyelids were growing heavy and before you knowing it, you were soon fast asleep. 

You woke up to the blaring sound of your phone, Jimin’s name flashing on your screen. Your thumb slide right as you put your phone to your ears “ Jimin it’s 10 A.M. , you know I don’t wake up until past noon. “ you groaned lazily. 

“ I know but Yoongi said he wants to go over at later so you gotta get out of my bed asap, don’t forget to take your clothes along! “ Jimin warned over the phone, his voice was a hushed-whisper. You sigh deeply, why of all time, now? Your whole body feels sore and heavy, you didn’t even want to get out of Jimin’s bed today. After hanging up, you stepped out of the warmth of Jimin’s bed and collect your panties and bra on the carpeted floor before heading back to your room. You slammed onto your bed the moment you reach it and dozed off again. 

By the time you woke up, it was already mid-noon and you heard some shuffling and whispers coming from the living room. You rolled out of your bed and walked out of your room as the shuffling noises became louder and louder. You should have known it. What were you expecting? 

You were greeted by the marvelous sight of Jimin passionately kissing Yoongi on the couch, their legs straddled together. You stunned at the sight before you, not knowing how to react. Yoongi, who was on top of Jimin, finally broke the kiss after what seemed like hours of kissing, panting, he seemed to realize your presence. 

“ Oh Y/n! Hey! “ he said, getting off Jimin, coming over to give you a warm hug, as if it’s the most normal thing to do. Sure, you’ve sen them kissed a few times, but he last time you saw it was before any of your feelings started to develop for Jimin, so now it’s different to see them kiss. You could smell Jimin’s scent on him as he hugged you. You almost wanted to push him back out of jealously but managed to control yourself.  You awkwardly hugged him back before glancing over at Jimin. His cheeks were a bright shade of pink as you notice the bulge in his sweatpants. You felt your eyes water as Yoongi pulled away. 

“ Whoa are you okay? Why are you crying ? “ Yoongi asked as he looked at you. You quickly wiped away your tears and smiled at him “ Oh it’s nothing. I just get teary eyes whenever I just woke up. “ You lied. Of course, Jimin would see right through your lie, but he didn’t say anything. After a few small talks, Yoongi went to the kitchen to get you some food that he brought from home. Just as you were about to leave to help Yoongi, Jimin held you back. You turn facing a pink-cheeked Jimin. 

Jimin pulled you closer to him as you see his eyes turn lusty. The obvious bulge is still there but you tried your very best to not look at it. He was about to say something when Yoongi suddenly emerged asking whether you want a glass of milk. Jimin immediately let go of your arm and scratched the back of his neck as you see his ears turn red. You were hurt at his actions but you remind yourself for the third time today that Yoongi and Jimin are the official couple here and you have no right to be jealous. You took a deep breath before walking over to Yoongi while shaking your head. 

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Part. 2 

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online - five. (g.d.)

Summary: everyone warned him about talking to this girl online. but he can’t help but want to fall for her... now he has to meet her. what happens when they finally get together in person?

Pairing: Grayson Dolan x Reader

WARNINGS: as usual, sexy thoughts, nothing major

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UNEDITED

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He woke up before she did, thankfully. He knew she would be totally asleep after being up in the middle of the night, and lucky for him, she’s a heavy sleeper. So he got the chance to make himself some coffee, run to the store, and have his workout (not necessarily in that order) before going back to his bedroom to wake her. “Honey.” He soothingly rubbed her back to wake her gently.

“No.” she grumbled sleepily. He knew she wasn’t a morning person but that was his clarification. She tried to shake his hand off her but to no avail. “Stop.”

“C’mon, baby. You’ve got to get up.”

“Go away.”

“Fine. I guess you don’t want toaster strudel for breakfast.”

If there’s one thing that she loves to eat for breakfast, he’s learned, it’s toaster strudel. More specifically, the apple flavor. She told him early on in their “conversations” together that she ate them every day and could never get tired of it.

Her eyes opened. “You did not.”

“Oh, I did.” He retorted. “Now get your ass up.”

She sat up, finally. “Alright. You win.”

He moved out of the way so that she could get up, moving quickly to the guest room to get her toiletries. Then she ran back through his room and into his bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. When she was done, she emerged in Grayson’s room where he was sat on the bed scrolling through his phone (as he’s prone to do when he’s waiting for her).

“Took you long enough.” He muttered as he stood, going up to her and snaking his arms around her waist. “You’re so pretty.”

“Seriously?” she asked. “I just woke up.”

“Shut up and let me be mushy.” He took her hand and led her out of his bedroom and into the kitchen. There were grocery bags scattered across the countertops and very clearly she could see the toaster strudel label peeking through the clear plastic. “I also bought you some bacon and eggs, since you still eat animals.”

She wanted to melt. He really does care about her, doesn’t he? “Grayson you didn’t have to do this.”

“I wanted to, don’t worry.” He ushered her to the breakfast bar to sit while he began to prepare her breakfast. “So…I was thinking today we go somewhere special.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” He beat two eggs in a bowl as he talked, sprinkling in cheddar cheese. “Maybe we could go somewhere fun…maybe they’ve got rides…and maybe, just maybe, they just opened a Jurassic World ride that someone has been dying to try.” He shrugged as he poured the eggs in a hot pan. “Just a thought.”

Yes, she was excited that he suggested taking her to Universal Studios Hollywood, duh. Who wouldn’t be? But she was way too busy watching him cook for her—shirtless—to even register the idea. She was way more concerned with the thought of her bent over this counter with him behind her as he wrapped a hand around her throat—

“Hello?”

He snapped her out of her trance. “What?”

Too early, (Y/N). It’s too early in the morning for you to have these sinful thoughts, said one part of her conscience. Remember, teddy bears, waterfalls...

“You zoned out there for a bit.” He plated her breakfast, then set it in front of her. “Does that mean you don’t want to go to Universal today?”

“Yes, I’d love to.” She finally realized that she finally had the opportunity to go to Universal Studios, ride every ride there, and eat fatty and expensive amusement park food until she got a stomachache. He came around to where she was sitting and kissed her forehead before sitting in the seat next to her. He picked up one of the pieces of toaster strudel he made for her and took a big bite, wiping his fingers off on a napkin. “Grayson—”

“You can’t be mean to me today, baby. I’m taking you to check off your bucket list so really, you should be thanking me, hm?” he cocked an eyebrow at her.

“You know what? You’re absolutely right. Thank you, Grayson.” she tried to make it sound as sarcastic and unnerving as possible.

“I’ll take it.” He leaned over and peppered kisses on her brown cheek. “Alright, baby, I’m going to go shower and change. You finish up here, and we’ll get going around one, okay?”

“Okay.”

***

She had to remind herself that she needed to keep her thoughts to a minimum. She wasn’t entirely sure how that would happen because he was so gorgeous and he was so strong—she did not forget how effortlessly he picked her up last night to carry her to bed, and she certainly didn’t forget the tightness in his grip around her waist as they slept.

But even with how strong he was, and how dominating he seemed, he was still so gentle with her. He made sure to talk to her as if he were telling secrets, and he made sure to touch her gently, almost as if she were a porcelain doll.

She could tell that she meant a lot to him by the way that he kisses her forehead and cheeks, but why in the hell has he not kissed her yet? She knows that they both like each other in that way, and he already told her that he wanted her as his girlfriend, so what is he waiting for?

The (not) couple finished getting ready and was out the door before one o’clock—much to his pleasure. She begged him to let her play her music on his auxiliary because she’d just downloaded a song that she had to play. So naturally, he said yes, especially when she gave him the puppy dog eyes. When she played it she couldn’t help but get giddy inside because the song was so good (honestly her favorite at the moment), and they were going to Universal Studios Hollywood, and on top of it all, she was with him and he looked absolutely radiant.

“What’s this?” he asked over the blaring vocals.

“Oh my gosh, it’s called “when the party’s over” by Billie Eilish. Do you listen to her?”

“No, not really. It’s a bit sad, don’t you think?” he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and saw her completely engulfed in the music.

“Yes, that’s the point.” She replied. “Isn’t it great?”

“It’s alright.” He shrugged.

“Alright? Gray, did you not hear what I heard? The vocals? The harmonies? The piano? C’mon, baby, you’re joking, right?”

Wait.

What’d she just say?

“Say that again.” Thankfully, they were stopped at a red light. He looked directly at her.

“Say what?”

“You just called me “baby”.”

Her eyes widened. She didn’t even realize she said that! “Oh, did I?”

“Yes, you did. And I want to hear you say it again…please.”

He needed to get himself under control because if she plans to call him “baby” all day long, then it’s going to be a long ass day.

“Okay…well, baby, I’m very excited to go to Universal with you today!”

He gripped the steering wheel tighter. “I’m excited, too. Trust me.”

“You do know now I have to put you on to more amazing music, right?”

He rolled his eyes. “If you must.”

***

The short car ride felt like an eternity to him. Not because he didn’t love having her around, because it’s very apparent that he did; it’s just the damn music would not end. Her music choice was…different. Not in a bad way, he thinks. It’s just not what he listens to and he almost had to plead for her to play Tame Impala before he earned a headache before their day even began.

He’s gained a new respect for Flo Milli, he’ll admit—but not to (Y/N), because then he’ll never hear the end of it.

When they pulled into the parking lot, he sat back in his seat, killing the engine and taking out his phone.

“Hey,” she piped up. “what are you doing?”

“I’m sending you your ticket. Shush.”

She couldn’t help it, and not that she wanted to, but she took her hand and raised it to his head, running her fingers through his hair. His body stiffened at the sudden contact, then relaxed when she felt him scratch his scalp carefully. There was something about the way his hair felt; almost too soft for it to be there. She wasn’t the “hair-smelling” type, but judging by the softness of it, she could tell he took good care of it and it had to have smelled good. She ran her hand through the longer tufts of hair at toward the front of his head, following the span of his scalp to the back of his head, and scratching at the nape of his neck. She soon found herself twirling the hair around her fingers, pulling on the strands accidentally.

He sucked in a breath, saying “ow” but not really meaning it.

“Oops! Sorry.”

Now here’s the issue between the two of them: they want each other. Not just with cute dates and kisses and snuggles, but in the most intimate way possible. But she’s not going to tell him that, and he definitely won’t tell her, because the list of things in his mind that he wants to do her is vast and vivid; he doesn’t want to break her before she’s ready to be broken.

Moreover, he doesn’t want her to see him as a distraction once she leaves. Once she leaves, she has to go back to school and study her ass off, and she won’t have time to call him every hour and tell him how much she misses him. She won’t be able to snuggle him, kiss him, or run her fingers through his hair. And that could be problematic for the both of them.

She’ll admit that she’s the type to fall hard and fast, so yes, the chance of her falling for him is going to be sky high; but that doesn’t mean she won’t do what it takes for thing they’ve got going to be successful and, most importantly, to keep him around.

He put his phone in the pocket of his hoodie, opening the car door. “C’mon.”

***

Of course, they had a blast. She rode rides that she’d only seen in the commercials or on the internet, and he got to witness her joy firsthand. That was his favorite part—besides trying deep-fried Oreos and sharing a glass of butterbeer with her. They walked hand-in-hand back to the car when she sighed contentedly. “Thank you for today.” She wrapped her other arm around his bicep. “You have no idea how much fun I had.”

He chuckled, kissing her head as though it were his job. “I think I have an idea…but you deserved it, okay? Don’t thank me.”

As they approached the car, his mind began to race (more than it already does when he’s around her). You know what? He thought, fuck it.

“Well, I still appreciate it.”

He stopped in his tracks, gently pulling away from her and taking her hands in his.

Her eyebrows furrowed. “What’s wrong?”

“So here’s the deal.” He spoke lowly. “All day, I’ve been wondering about what things could be.”

“In regard to…?”

“Us.” He nodded between the two of them to clarify.

“Right. Okay.”

“And I like you. And you like me. So why can’t we try?”

“Grayson, what’s gonna happen when I go back?”

“I—I’m not sure. But we don’t have to think about that right now, okay?” he let out a breath, cupping her jaw with his hands, rubbing his thumbs along her cheekbones. “I just can’t keep looking at you and not kiss you.”

Her heart fluttered again.

Or maybe this time, it actually stopped. She doesn’t know (or care) either way.

Without a second thought, she said, “So kiss me.”

“Huh?”

“Kiss me.”

He nodded, leaning down to her, his eyes locked on her lips. Why was he so nervous? He generally doesn’t act this way. But she was just so perfect, so beautiful—he had to take things slowly so as not to hurt her or break her like he thinks he could (potentially). Their lips brush, and finally, they meet. Her hands wrap around his forearms, and everything that her mind was clouded with was melted away instantly. She sighed into the kiss, relishing in the feeling.

When they pulled apart, he put his forehead against hers, unable and unwilling to hide his grin.

“Ready to go?” he asked her, not wanting to let her go for even a moment.

“Yeah.”

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Lock Down Love

Tom and your relationship have been a little rocky lately. In public, before the lockdown, both of you were the perfect couple everyone wanted to be, however, the truth was that it was not as happy as it looked. The thing is Tom is very handsome so people are going to talk to him and girls will try their chances and flirt with him. The last party we both went to was one that Sam and Harry threw for their 21st birthday. Work and school combined were hard to juggle while trying to be a good girlfriend and take care of Tom and the boys in the house.

The schedule for Tom was similar to mine as well. He would wake up get ready and work with Harry on the script together eat lunch, repeat but with dinner, and kisses me on the cheek instead of our normal kisses before going to bed. Our level of intimacy has not been there for quite a while. The day of the party was the last day of the semester just as Harry and Tom's script was due to give to the editors. In the office I turned in the last assignment and took a deep breath of relief as I walked out to celebrate with Tom, I hear his voice in the living room. I walk towards the living room and see he is alone and smiling at his phone so I decide to be bold and sit on his lap. He looked up from his phone before locking his phone. The thing is that I saw him texting a girl named Sarah before he locked his phone. He looked up from his phone and his smile slowly faltered but his arms instinctively wrapped around my hips to hold me in place. "I finished baby, I am done with my semester. Now we can spend time together." He replied grimly, "That is great love, I am happy for you." I instantly get annoyed and retort back, "well I also was going to congratulate you on your project. However, it seems that you are occupied with another situation." I tried to get out of his arms and he tightened his grip, suddenly Harry comes running into the room with a huge smile on his face.

Tom looks at Harry expecting the news on the. feedback. "They loved it and sent back remarks to fix but overall think that it will be a great script." Tom gets so excited that he cups my face gently and kisses me passionately catching me off guard. I kiss back enjoying the moment and suggest a party for the twin's birthday and the completion of their project. Tom adds softly, "The party should also be acknowledging your semester finishing as well." I smile lovingly at Tom for his comment. They both smile in agreement and we all go to prepare for tomorrow's big event. I feel better but his reaction still kind of bothered me slightly.

As we both are getting ready for the party in our bedroom, Tom comes out in his traditional black tee shirt and jeans. I suggest he wear that striped blue and white shirt while I had it laid out if he wanted to wear it. He looks so handsome in that shirt. He does not object and strips his shirt in a second and his shirtless form makes me freeze in my spot. He smirks as he teases," Do you see something you like Darling?" I walk towards him and hug him tight letting this moment last for a few minutes. He holds me back tighter and I feel tears fall down the face. He pulls me back and kisses my tears away while making looking deeply into my eyes. He says with such honesty that it shocks you, " I am sorry that I have not been around lately. Mentally and physically I have been into the script and now that we have time I am going to spend it with you." I smile and lean up to kiss him gently which turns heated as he lifts me and lets me wrap my legs around his waist. He pushes me against the wall making me whine at our bodies grinding against each other in a needy motion. He continued to kiss down my neck as a knock on the door interrupts us. Harry yells through the door, "hurry up love birds the party is about to start in fifteen minutes." We both pull apart heated and breathless laughing to ourselves as we get ourselves together ready to entertain our guests.

As the party is starting to get more relaxing and fun for you, you feel eyes on you and look up to see a girl smiling at you while standing pretty close to Tom. I smile back innocently thinking Tom is talking about us. I am chatting with Harrison and Harry about this and that. I pull Harry into a hug while congratulating him on the script being done. I laugh as he tickles me slightly when pulling away and catches Tom react oddly at our interaction. Harry takes a sip from his beer as he says confused, " We turned our script last week, did Tom not tell you?" I shake my head and put two and two together, answering honestly, "We do not talk a lot for the past few months due to work and school. He must have forgotten. It is okay though." Harry and Harrison look at each other with an unreadable expression and I look away as tears build up. Harrison suddenly pulls me into a hug and I sink deeper into him, mumbling a thank you in his chest. He kisses my forehead as he pulls away.

I am smiling and but it soon falters as Tom and that girl who he was chatting with comes up. Tom introduced her as Sarah and I instantly remembered her from his phone and I ice up slightly. I watch her quietly during the chat and see her talking more to Harry than Tom and soften up. I move from next to Harrison to in between Tom and Sarah. He tried to hold my waist but I discreetly moved his arm and he looked at with hurt and confusion. After about ten more minutes of talking Harry and Sarah walk away to talk privately which before they walk away I tease, "Do not do anything I wouldn't do." I hear Tom mumble something and am about to ask him what he said but Harrison scolds him. I hear Harrison being called and before he goes he points to Tom and says to be nice.

The two of us are left behind standing quietly, normally we would be close to each other and laughing. I look at Tom and see him looking around the room and being awkward, I turn to leave but feel him grab my hand. "Where are you going?" Tom asks slightly agitated, I give him a look while saying, " I do not know what we are doing we can not even have a conversation alone. We used to talk about everything and I had to learn that you turned in your script last week. So what did you do the whole week away, huh, are you not in love with me anymore." He snaps back, " Yes I messed up by not telling you that it was turned in last week. But if you accusing of me of loving someone else that is low. I am not the one who is hugging and giving attention to my mates and not your boyfriend."

I shake my head angrily saying, "I am sorry if they want to be seen with me then I will talk to anyone who wants to talk to me. Sarah and you are talking like you are best friends so I thought to let you have fun. Sorry about that." He takes a sip of his beer and I roll my eyes. "Now what?" He says rudely. "Its funny when I say what I feel you quiet down but when others talk you listen." He straightened up and clears his throat as he says, "I am going to talk and you listen. Sarah is a date I set up for Harry and she was interested in our project so I was talking about the script. She asked who was my girlfriend and I pointed to you so if that was being ashamed of you then I do not know what to say." I say with a confession, " I am sorry I should have given you more attention for your work. I did not think about what you were going through it is just that my workload was getting heavier and I could not stop from working on it."

That comment ignited something, he suddenly raised his voice as he says, " I am sorry that not all our work is as important as YOURS is, that my work is subpar because I am not a university student. I am trying here so could you please cut me some slack. You are also not the perfect girlfriend." After his rant, we looked around and everyone was looking at us, acting and laughing, " No need to worry, we are just rehearsing his character role." I walk away then to our room and lock the door throwing myself on the bed and crying finally breaking down.

I hear the music slow down and two hours later the party is over. Harry and Harrison both tried to comfort me but I made them go back to the party. They finally give in joining the party and I get myself together to bid good night to the people. I walk over to where Tom is and hold his hand to show others we are okay, but Tom realizes he messed up with how you are holding his hand. You usually would intertwine your fingers into his yours, and right now you are just loosely gripping his hand. Once the party is over and everybody left, the boys sit down and just chat. I silently cleaned up and bid good night to everyone and got ready for bed. I was about to fall asleep when I decided to write Tom an appreciation letter to show much I love him. As I was going to give to him, I heard Tom talking and crept to hear what they were talking about, knowing it was wrong but I couldn't help it.

Boys POV

Tom was spaced out as Harry and Harrison were joking about something that happened during the party. Harrison looked over at Tom, "Mate what is up with you to talk to Y/n like that in front of people? This is not you." He looks down towards his lap, "I regret doing that now but at the moment she upset me so much. I worked hard on that script and every night she would be so tired and fall asleep when I would talk about it. I didn't know what to do so when I found Harry, someone, Sarah became friends with me. We started chatting and it made Y/n thinking I was talking to another girl. I love her so much." Harrison smiles because Tom did not know that Y/n was standing behind him with a letter and a grateful smile on her face. Harry and Harrison yawned dramatically and hugged us both good night and thanked you for the wonderful night. She gives the letter to Tom and says, "I am sorry for acting out it was wrong of me. I am going to give you this letter and let you read it alone. When you are done you can come to our bedroom. I will always love you." She walks away and I slowly open the letter and read it to myself.

One hour later Tom quietly enters the bedroom and goes to get ready for bed. Y/n was sitting up reading when she hears him open the door. She waits nervously as he sits down on his side of the bed and turns towards her. He grabs her hands gently kissing each knuckle softly and looking into her eyes. "I am so sorry, I will be more respectful to you, and if you could please give a chance to prove myself I will make you believe in us again." I sigh and say, "I forgive you, I just do not like to be treated like I am not worthy when I knew what we had is a strong relationship. I will give you a chance to prove yourself."

I lean up and kiss him with need and want. He kisses back passionately and pulls me onto his lap so I am straddling him. He moves to kiss my neck as I started grinding down making him groan and I gasp with need as he grips my hips. He starts to control my hips as he comes back and kisses me more heated with need. We are both so close that he flips us over and takes over the motion making us both groan until we both come together. Tom lays on top of me for a second then moves to his side. "Love, I never thought I would say this but making out and dry humping is hot. Now let me show you how much I love you." He says with lustful eyes and kisses me before he makes up for the lost time.

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CHAPTER ELEVEN:

“You are the most annoying boy on the planet!” Zoey laughed, gently rubbing her face with a cleanser as the hot steam engulfed her in the shower, “It’s baffling why so many girls are obsessed with you!”

Harry’s laugh echoed throughout the bathroom, almost sounding robotic from her phone’s speakers, “You were one of those girls before, don’t forget!”

She let the water rinse off the suds and quipped, “Yeah, well that was before I knew you. Besides, I liked Louis more.”

Harry gasped, “Take it back!”

She let out a giggle, lathering shampoo into her hands when a knock sounded at the door, “Zoey?” Nancy called, “Were you talking to me? I thought I heard you.”

“No, I’m just on the phone with Harry! He won’t leave me alone!”

Nancy chuckled, “Annoying piece of shit! Remind me why people obsess over him?”

“That’s what I said!”

The girls laughed and Nancy’s voice faded as she walked away from the door saying, “Okay, I’m heading out now. See you tonight!”

  Harry spoke again, “You two are bullies.”

“I’m trying to get ready and you won’t let me hang up!”

“For what? It’s 10 AM there! You barely got six hours of sleep after work last night, and you go back again tonight!”

“Alright, don’t you have anything better to do than memorize my work schedule and chart my sleeping habits? Like, I don’t know, perform a concert?”

“I’m off today, thank you very much!” Harry spat back. “Don’t you have anything better to do than to watch movies all day or to kidnap any more stray cats?”

“For your information, I’m going out!”

“Yeah? Where to? Another date with Brett?” Harry snorted, jokingly. After a moment of silence, he spoke again, more seriously, “Wait, really? You’re going on a date with Brett?”

“I wouldn’t call it a date…”

“Zoey!” He whined.

“What? We’re just hanging out! Andy will be there, too!”

It’s been a few weeks since Harry’s last visit, and things seemed to be going back to normal, although a few incidents worth mentioning had happened. The morning of his departure was probably the single most embarrassing moment of her life. Zoey had gotten up early. Super early. Her internal alarm clock was out of whack that day, for some reason, and so she had the pleasure of seeing the awkward morning after scene when Harry dropped Rory back off at the apartment. 

It must have been around 5 AM because it was still dark, but a faint blue was visible on the horizon. Zoey was making a cup of coffee in the dark kitchen, not wanting to turn the lights on and blind herself, when the door opened and the two stumbled in, Harry in comfortable sweats while Rory wore the same dress as the night before, crinkled now, and her long brown hair in knots. If she didn’t know Rory any better, she would have guessed she was drunk. But she knew that Rory was just clumsy when she was tired. They seemed to not notice her as he led her straight to her bedroom. But on his way out, they caught eyes and Harry gasped at the sight of her.

“Were you there when we got in?” He asked, stepping into the kitchen.

“Yes, and how very gentlemanly of you to bring my roommate back. I trust you had a good night,” she quietly joked, not wanting to wake anyone, while stirring the milk in her coffee and tapping the excess off the spoon.

Harry rolled his eyes, walking further into the dark kitchen and reaching for a mug out of the cupboard, “Yeah, it was alright.”

“Alright?” she questioned quietly, rounding the island and taking a seat on the furthest barstool. “You can’t blame poor performances on inebriation this time, H. You didn’t have a sip of alcohol last night.”

“You really are the worst,” he grinned, pouring himself a cup of coffee and silently spilling the milk in. 

It was so silent that you could barely hear Brett sneaking up behind Zoey, shirtless and only in his boxes, looping his arms around her waist and nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck, moaning in his thick Australian accent, “Was wondering where you went. You were incredible last night. You up for more?”

The clank of Harry’s spoon against his mug as he stirred caught Brett’s attention and he jumped back, “Fuck!” he shouted, clutching his muscular chest, “Hey, Harry! Didn’t see you there.”

“Morning,” Harry muttered, expressionless.

“Morning,” Brett repeated, looking down to see Zoey burying her face in her hands, embarrassed. He continued, “You, uh, heading out today?”

“Yeah, just grabbing a cup of coffee before I go,” he motioned down to his mug.

Brett awkwardly chuckled, shifting on his feet, “Alright. Well, uh, safe...safe travels. I’m just gonna, uh, head back to bed.”

Harry nodded and quietly called after him, “See you later.”

Once Brett was out of sight, Zoey peeked through the cracks in her fingers at Harry who’s eyebrows were raised, waiting for her to say something. Instead, she laughed, which made the singer crack a smile.

“I trust you had a good night,” he mocked her, taking a sip of his coffee.

“It was alright,” she poked fun back.

“Well, from the sounds of it, it was way more than alright,” he said, rounding the island and sitting beside her.

“Maybe for him,” she whispered to herself.

“The kissing again?”

She furrowed her eyebrows in thought, groaning, “Yeah, I don’t know what it is. Everything else is great, I just can’t get past the horrible kissing.”

“Well have you told him?”

“I’m not a monster, I would never!” she laughed, “I just try to avoid kissing.”

He chuckled, sarcastically saying, “Nice. That’ll help.” After a moment of awkward silence he spoke again, “Can we just agree to never have a morning-after-sex run in ever again?”

“Yep, absolutely. Never again. Totally awkward,” she hurriedly agreed.

Later that day there were pictures circulating of the two of them at the beach. Fans had pretty much shut down the idea of them dating almost immediately, thankfully, but they did seem to make a connection between Zoey to Aurora and rumors began circulating about Harry and the model, which didn’t exactly help any when Harry was still trying to figure out what to do about that whole situation.

Zoey, on the other hand, had seemed to be getting better. She still missed her friend and would think of her often when she was alone but was able to enjoy her nights out now without feeling guilty. She had gone on a couple of dates with some guys she had met, though it never went anywhere. They just weren’t her type. Still, she had Brett. He had picked back up where he left off, coming over often to hang out with Zoey and her roommates.

Brett had become so close to Nancy and Rory that sometimes she’d come home from work and the three of them would be sitting on the couch or out on the balcony without Zoey knowing he would even be over that day. She didn’t mind, though. They always had fun together. Besides, every now and then after her roommates had gone to bed she would take Brett back to her room. Obviously her roommates knew something was going on between the two of them, and they knew that it wasn’t necessarily anything serious or official, but that didn’t stop them from making haughty eyes at her whenever they woke up to find that Brett was still there in the morning.

Harry clearly didn’t understand the situation with Brett, although Zoey never went into much detail about it with him. He just didn’t get the point of sleeping with someone continuously with no intention of taking it further. “You’ve been on other dates, you can clearly sleep with anyone you want. Why keep going back to Brett if you have no interest in him?” he always asked her. And it was a fair question, but she didn’t really know how to answer it. Because it was easy? Because she didn’t have to work hard for it? Because she knew him and she felt comfortable? Maybe a mix of all three? Honestly, maybe it was just because she could. Why did it matter, anyway? 

Harry continued to annoy Zoey, refusing to hang up the phone while she got ready for her ‘outing’ until there was a knock on his hotel room door. With his phone to his ear, listening to Zoey ramble on about newly learned, surprisingly interesting facts of Rome, he squinted through the peephole to see his friend and guitarist, Mitch. He opened the door for his friend and just as Mitch was about to speak, he noticed the phone against Harry’s ear and quickly shut his mouth, following the singer inside, and having a seat on the edge of his bed while Harry sat at the desk chair.

Mitch watched as Harry’s eyes widened and his smile grew, letting out a roar of a laugh, “You made that up!” The guitarist couldn’t help but smile at his friend's amusement. They caught eyes and almost as if Harry realized that Mitch was in the room, Harry cleared his throat and said, “Alright, well I’ll let you finish getting ready….Yeah, whatever. Goodluck. Bye.”

The phone went black and Harry looked up to see a smiling Mitch, “Zoey?”

Harry tried his best to conceal a grin, narrowing his eyes and placing his phone face down on the desk, “I don’t want to hear it.”

Mitch smirked, teasing him, “You sure it’s Rory you like and not Zoey?”

“Come on, man,” Harry whined, “She’s just one of my best friends, that’s all. If you met her you would know. She’s not even my type.”

“All I’m saying is I’ve seen you around Rory, and she’s a great girl, but I don’t see you smile nearly as much with her as you do when you’re talking to or about Zoey. Plus, I’ve seen her pictures. You can’t tell me that you don’t think she’s hot.”

“Of course she’s fucking hot, but that doesn’t change anything. I like Rory.”

“Yeah? Is that why you haven’t asked her out yet?”

“Oh, shut it!” Harry groaned, kicking Mitch’s legs, “She’s just a friend.”

But a little part of him worried. Mitch wasn’t the only one to tell him that. Most of his friends would comment on it whenever they caught him on the phone or talked about his little trips out to LA. They all knew of Zoey because he had mentioned her. And he realized after a few people pointed it out, that he had talked about her often. It was normal to talk about your best friends, he thought. But any time he mentioned something, they’d give him a look like he was hiding something and it started to have him second guess things. 

Did he like Zoey? He found himself wanting to talk to her every day, and that’s a pretty telltale sign of a crush. Yeah, he accidentally fantasized about her once or twice, but he did that with nearly any girl he met. Hell, he fantasized about Nancy at one point, that didn’t mean he wanted to date her. Despite what everyone thought, it IS possible to just be friends with someone of the opposite sex without wanting to sleep with them. He liked Rory. There was nothing to not like. She was sexy, smart, cultured, and made him laugh. It just wasn’t the right time to get serious, that’s all.

Zoey put on a white cropped tee, borrowed Nancy’s black denim skirt, and pulled her hair into a ponytail, deciding on a pair of converse before heading downtown to meet up with Andy and Brett for a bite to eat. They decided to sit outside on the restaurant's terrace to enjoy the beautiful warm weather. Their server, a cute, button nosed redhead, kept making eyes at Brett the whole entire time, checking in on them a little more than she probably needed to.

“If you were American you wouldn’t be getting this much attention,” Andy clicked his tongue, taking a bite of his potatoes, making Zoey laugh. Andy turned to her and waved his fork at her, “Uht uh, you not allowed to laugh. You been takin’ this fool to your bed for months now.”

It was Brett’s turn to laugh and Zoey shoved both of them, “I’m only using him for sex,” she joked.

Andy chuckled, “Period!”

“I’m not complaining,” Brett smirked, sipping his drink.

“Duh! Why would you complain when you get to see these beauties,” Andy grabbed Zoey’s chest and gave her breasts a quick squeeze.

Zoey laughed, looking at Brett, “You’re welcome.”

After another hour or so of eating, they decided to walk up and down the strip for a bit. But not before Brett got the waitress’s number. 

The three of them went in and out of little boutiques, mostly window shopping, although Andy bought himself a cute black-rimmed fedora hat when Brett shoved his phone in his back pocket and said, “Rory is going to meet up with us in a few.”

“Oh, did she get done early?” Zoey asked, checking her phone to see if she had any missed calls or texts from her. Nothing.

Brett nodded, “Yeah, she said she’s only a couple minutes out so I told her we’d meet her at the pretzel shop up here.”

Even just in the last few weeks, Rory’s career had skyrocketed. It was now to the point where she got recognized on the street and paparazzi would publish her in magazines on outings. Her DM’s were filled with famous and non-famous people, and still, she was the sweetest girl Zoey had ever met. Harry was lucky to have met her when he did. And honestly stupid for not giving her an answer yet. 

Things had been a little weird between her and Rory since Harry’s last visit, though. She couldn’t help but think that Rory was mad at her for something. Maybe it was because of the paparazzi shot of her and Harry at the beach. Or maybe her friendship with Harry annoyed her. She asked Nancy, but Nancy just shoved it off, saying Rory was probably just stressed about work and she had nothing to worry about. Still, something felt off. 

Rory had on a black bodysuit with denim shorts, a black belt, a brown blazer, and a black fedora, making sure to wear large black sunglasses. She and Brett walked side by side as Andy and Zoey walked a little further behind them, laughing at each other and joking around. They spotted an ice cream shop and called out to the other two.

“Hey! We’re going to stop for ice cream!” Andy informed them. “Want any?” Rory and Brett looked at each other and both shook their heads no. He continued, “Alright! Well, we should get going soon. We gotta change for work. Meet you there?” he asked Brett.

“Yeah, I’ll see you at work!” Brett nodded, and he and Rory walked off.

“At least she’s with Brett in case she gets noticed,” Zoey pointed out, “He’s big enough to look like a bodyguard. No one will want to mess with her.”

“Speaking of, what’s going on with her and Harry? Are they official yet, or what?”

Zoey shrugged, “Dunno.”

She was honestly so confused about them anymore. Zoey stopped bringing it up to Harry because he kept up the same sorry excuse that he always did. She didn’t even know if they were still even a thing. Sure, Aurora spoke of Harry every now and then, but it always seemed so casual and in passing. She didn’t drool over him like she used to. Maybe she was getting tired of waiting for him, which was exactly what Zoey warned him of. 

Andy shook his head, “Man, it really is all men that are dumb. That’s a damn shame if he misses out on her.”

Zoey nodded in agreement, but a part of her was always a little unsure about the prospect of them dating. I mean, Harry had pointed it out before; Aurora fit every category of the type of girl he always dated. She was a beautiful, skinny, successful model. Zoey would be lying if she said she didn’t want him to venture outside of that mold a little bit. Sure, all of their personalities were different, but maybe there was a reason that none of his relationships worked out. He needed something different.

She had to admit, it annoyed her a little bit when his fans were so quick to shut the idea down of herself and Harry dating because she wasn’t the kind of girl he dated. Not because she wanted to date him or anything. But it almost felt as if people knew that she wasn’t good enough for him because she didn’t have the typical lifestyle that the girls he usually dates did. She knew she was just as pretty and as smart and as funny as the rest of them, but because she didn’t have a social media following, there’s no way Harry would touch her. She just wanted him to prove everyone wrong. Not with her, of course. That would be absurd. But with someone. 

However, Rory was perfect. In all sense of the word. And again, he’d be stupid to let her go.

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VII. Blessed Be the Mystery of Love

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes Summary:  An epilogue. Six months later. A/N: The last chapter! And with that, Mystery of Love has concluded :)

A large hand paws lazily at your back as you fix the blouse you’d just slipped on. It had taken you almost an hour to get out of bed and even longer to get ready today, so you’re in a bit of a mood when the same hand starts walking itself up your shirt. You slap it with a sharp thwack and it retreats with a sniveling whine.

There’s a rumbling of laughter that follows as you slip your blazer over your shoulders.

Rolling your eyes, you land them on the bed where your two lovers lie. Steve is nursing his offending hand under his cheek as he peers up with his signature ocean gaze. Bucky is lying on his back, inoffensive limbs tucked neatly behind his head, telling you: look at me, I’m a good boy.

They’re both shirtless, taut chest and abs radiant in the chiaroscuro light your vanity table provides. The striped comforter comes up to reach just beneath their waists and you know for a fact Bucky’s completely nude this morning, but avert your gaze.

“Brat...” You shoot at Steve instead, who pouts even more. In the mirror, you swipe on a quick layer of mascara before slinging your purse over your shoulder.

Crossing your arms at the foot of the bed, you regard the men lying in it, eagerly awaiting your attention. It’s such a comical sight, you think, as you step from one heeled foot to the other, blazer fixed neatly and buttoned. You, nearly 70 years younger than them, look like some kind of sugar-momma or dominatrix, in complete command of two compliant subordinates.

As naughty as they were, keeping you up last night after they returned from a three-day-long mission, you couldn’t help but melt under their coquettish-bitten lips and puppy-dog sulking eyes. You’d been woken up past midnight and weren’t able to sleep until nearly three in the morning, and they both knew you had to be up at six.

It wasn’t entirely their fault, of course, since it only took half a mischievous bite to your neck from Bucky before your clothes were completely shed.

“Boys, this is ridiculous.” You want to be stern, but their absolutely endearing expressions melts your mood right off. A tiny quirk of your lips appear and they quickly match your countenance.

“Does that mean you forgive us?”

Your smile says more than enough. Yes, of course. Always.

“Good. I’ll drive.” Steve rises from the bed and Bucky follows. They head into the restroom to brush their teeth before pulling casual clothes on in a rush, eager to spend as much time with you as possible. You’d been taking the car by yourself for the past week, but you do love it when Steve drives. They’re much better company than what your radio can give you.

At the car, Bucky pinches your bottom and climbs in before he shuts the door.

“You know,” Steve grumbles, squinting at the rearview mirror image of Bucky nipping at your ear, “I thought you’d sit up here with me.”

“Nah, pal. I’m much better company. ‘Sides, you don’t need any distractions while you’re driving. But me? I’m a free agent back here.” He starts peeling your skirt upward, “How bout you, hon?”

You only laugh, catching Steve’s eye before intertwining your fingers in Bucky’s and kissing him, leaning your head against his shoulder. Steve puts on a song and starts singing along.

The drive is a lengthy one, and it gets even more tiresome when you get into the city. Steve is in bumper-to-bumper traffic as you gaze off in contemplation.

The last six months of your life have been the absolute nuttiest, you think, watching the streetlights go past against a gradient of orange, pink, and blue hues. Sunrise has started coming up a little bit later, now that it’s well into fall, and the chilly morning air lets Steve roll the windows down a bit.

He’s taking you to work, and it’s a procedure that you’re still trying to get used to.

You started two months ago at Cooper Union- just a visiting artist position, but still one that you take very, very seriously. Byrne kept good on his promise after the show and had given you a list of opportunities to interview for. It’s all by choice, anyway, since the profit from the show totaled more than enough to set you up comfortably for at least five years. And that’s saying quite a lot considering that you live in Manhattan of all places.

You wanted to start your job with baby steps to avoid overwhelming yourself in an academic setting. Being a visiting artist gave you a lot of freedom and just the right amount of responsibility.

The position entailed no more than three public speaking events, your own studio to develop a show at the end of the semester, and the opportunity to work closely with a mixed group of graduate and undergraduate students as their mentor. You were required to be on-campus at least once a week, but you usually went in twice just to keep your office open.

So far, it had been smooth sailing.

You look from Steve up front to Bucky at your shoulder, sighing happily and nuzzling deeper into his chest, flicking his nose with your finger. He growls playfully in response.

This had been smooth sailing too, save for a couple of rainy days and one very turbulent storm. All natural and expected aspects of being in a relationship. The biggest fight you’d had so far was a furious row after a mission where you were so cross afterward that you didn’t speak to either of them for an entire night.

You had sat in on the debriefing out of curiosity and learned that they’d taken an impulsive risk that had put their lives in more danger than the mission anticipated. Even worse, this was a regular occurrence. Tony called them the “Super-Annoying Soldiers”.

That night, you slept in Bucky’s room and ordered them into Steve’s.

The next morning, they both came in, stammering, apologetic, promising that they would never, ever be that careless again. The make-up session lasted four hours and you emerged around noon thoroughly convinced and dog-tired.

 The three of you learned new things about each other every day.

For example, Bucky religiously ate bad Chinese take-out and Steve danced in the shower. Steve loved it when you pulled his hair and Bucky loved pulling your hair. The three of you spent nights fumbling all over each other when they had time at the compound, and if one of them happened to be away, the other two would Facetime when possible. It wasn’t a necessity, by any means, it was more of consideration; they were also content to let each other be with you privately.

Jealousy never arrived to bother any of you.

In fact, you often let the boys have time to themselves. Especially on your days at work. There had been many evenings when you’d come back to the compound after dinner and they were cuddled up on the couch, enjoying a movie or a nap. It was the sweetest thing. Sam and Clint took many pictures and both turned red after you casually mentioned that they should see pictures of what else the Steve and Bucky get up to when you’re not around.

“Because... they get up to a lot. I’m not always a necessary part of the puzzle, you know.” A single wink was all it took for your friends to high tail it out of the room.

It was a running joke with the team that the three of you had a very adventurous sex life together- as predicted by Tony. Admittedly, yes, it was exciting, but beyond the sex (and there was quite a lot of it- so many positions and scheduled water breaks), you were more than happy to just sit with a cup of tea and a board game, or going for walks, or watching them spar. You had even started to go on short jogs and spent time working out with them as well. It was painful at first (leg day was fine, chest day was the devil’s invention), but the showers together afterward really made up for it.

Every day brought something new to the table.

Last night, after Bucky fell asleep on the edge of the bed a little past three, Steve settled in the middle and you laid your head on his chest, kissing the sweat-slick skin beneath your lips.

“Hey...” You began slowly, pressing your mouth to his neck.

“Mhm... Hey back,” he parroted, slurring through the sleepy fog. “What’s on your mind?”

“Honestly, kind of a lot...?” You felt yourself come down from the high peak of love and marching up a peak of anxiety. You had started to babble about the mechanics of domesticity because the television prompter in your brain began to marquee way too fast. This ritual of sleeping together and waking up together had been blossoming into some future fantasies that you’re not sure how to bring up. You supposed this was as good of a time as any.

Steve was a bit stunned from your sudden outburst, “Hold on honey... Let me wake up for this.”

“Sorry... But Steve,” You rambled onward, “What about being Captain America? And how does that I don’t know- what does that mean when it comes to a family? Marriage? Children?” Your face burned at the thought of a little blue-eyed toddler running around by your feet, perhaps fair-haired, or rowdy and cleft-chinned.

You’d been dreaming about it at night, blanket forts and stuffed animals, a nursery, and a crib, and a mobile full of stars. The rational side of your brain chastised it- you were too young, you wanted to keep exploring the world, getting used to your position, and your relationship. The rational side also continuously brought up the fact that the father of your children would be one of two Super Soldiers- Jesus, maybe both, whose lives were always precariously balancing on … God, you didn’t know what.

Underneath you, Steve buzzed awake—as much as he could.

“Well… I’d love that.” He exhaled a deep breath, arm coming up to rub your shoulders. “Always wanted to be a dad, but let’s start with uh, maybe sleep for now. What do you say?”

You mumbled against him, “I didn’t mean to sound like I’m rushing you into those things, by the way. I suppose it was just a natural discussion to bring up.”

“I know, sweetheart,” Steve had rubbed his nose against your ear, breath warm and inviting. You distinctly felt a smile grow on his face. “I also know Bucky would appreciate being in the loop. Let’s save it for the morning.” He placed a hand on Bucky’s bare back, drawing circles along his spine as he groaned in his sleep.

You kissed your man sweetly, and before you knew it, you’d fallen dreamlessly asleep in his arms.

-

“Ready, honey?” Bucky squeezes your thigh, snapping you from your daze. He’s a little concerned that you’ve been so quiet for the whole trip, and grumpy that he’d been subject to Steve’s awful bellowing. The car’s parked on the street, about a block away. “You okay?”

“Yes, sorry... just thinking about our conversation last night.”

Bucky’s eyes light up delightedly, “Kitten, I don’t know if dirty talk counts as a conversation... but I’m all ears.”

“Buck, you fell asleep early. We talked about havin’ kids, pal.”

“Mhmmm—what?” After a pause, with you and Steve exchanging concerned looks, Bucky grips your hand so tightly it almost hurts, “Babe, I... I... wh-” The expression on his face changes from shock to concern, then finally, it knocks the air from your lungs when he looks at you.

“I can’t... I can’t.”

You see the storm over the horizon in Bucky’s eyes. His blue fades into grey, and billowing clouds have cast a shadow over the sloping mountain of his nose and the sharp plains of his cheeks. You can only console him with a sad smile and kisses along his jaw. He’s lost, now, in the past of his actions, in the raging tempest of thunderous roars and lightning strikes in his mind. It’s all scorched earth and barren wasteland to him. It’s filling your chest up with embers—not for yourself, but for him, and you are struggling to speak calmly.

“It was just a thought, Buck. For the future. Don’t think about it too much.”

You exit the car, kissing both your Soulmates softly. Steve gives you a final lingering look before you disappear down the campus street, starting to fill up with student bodies. Bucky is motionless in the back as Steve shifts gears and takes him back home.

-

They spend the next hour arguing in the bedroom, taking their squabble from the car to the garage, to the common area where Natasha raises an eyebrow too sharply for Steve’s comfort. Bucky’s pulling his hair and stomping, Steve’s sitting with both fists clenched on his knees, head leaned back in frustration. It’s moved beyond just the possibility of children, and deeper into the territory of Bucky’s repentance.

It’s a conversation Steve is sick of having because he doesn’t think Bucky needs to repent for anything. Steve has physically fought for this; he’s bled for this. But every time it seems like he might have pushed his boulder to the peak of the hill, it rolls back down on top of him.

“Buddy, you gotta stop.” Steve admonishes, feeling the aggravation building, deflecting a glare from his friend, “We’re not talking about if you deserve kids, Buck. We’re just … talking about kids. That’s it.”

“Look at me, Stevie, what th’ fuck am I gonna do with a kid?” Bucky sputters and waves his arms around, and then he takes his flesh one and points it to his cybernetic one. “Look at me!” There’s a panic in his eyes- the same one that’s lasted for over an hour with no sign of quelling. “She... sh-she can have your baby. I’m not... I can’t be a part of that.”

As soon as the words leave his mouth, he feels himself clench up with a devastating truth that hurts too much to imagine.

Steve crosses his arms and stands, using his full height to stare down at Bucky. He’s not that much taller, but it’s enough for Steve to say with his body I’m bigger than you and you need to listen to me. Bucky flinches at the hard stare and puts both hands over his face with a groan.

“There is no that without you.” Steve says firmly, arms tucked under each other so tightly his biceps bulge like boulders against his chest. He’s trying not to get angry because he knows it would be like squirting kerosene into a burning building. He needs to smother the fire, not encourage it.

“There is no this without you. We are Bound, all three of us. Buck, this isn’t happening tomorrow, or even next year, or even the year after that. We just talked about the possibility of it in the future.” His voice grows softer the longer he talks, and Bucky’s fear begins to slow to his pace, fizzling out like a candlelight.

“Pal, can you blame her? She’s twenty-three. She’s in love... with you of all people. Gee, Buck. Someone’s in love with you so much they think about havin’ a baby with you... And ya run for the hills.” Bucky mulls it over as Steve approaches, and there’s regret sinking into his stomach as he thinks about your sad eyes in the backseat of the car. He thinks about how you still kissed him before you left.

“Shit. I screwed it up, didn’t I? God. We got the sweetest girl and..” He grimaces, eyes flickering with anxiety.

Steve pats him on both shoulders before pulling him into his arms. Bucky is hard, tense muscle and warm breaths as he leans into Steve and they embrace until he calms down again.

They’ve always been happy to give and receive hugs as friends, often patting each other on the back fondly or comfortingly. It’s been moreso as of late- a result of spending more time together intimately. The hugs are more tender, more loving.

When Steve wakes up in the middle of the night in-between two bodies, he often looks over at Bucky, too, admiring the way he looks when he’s at peace. It’s something Steve’s wanted to see since he found Bucky; it’s something he sees more of every day. He wants to keep it that way.

“Think she’ll forgive me?”

Steve can only laugh as he brushes the hair out of Bucky’s face, rubbing his knuckles over the bristles along his jaw. “Yeah, Buck. Of course.” The sigh against his shoulder once more is a response all on its own.

Steve thinks back to the night he woke up and you were sitting on the sofa crying. It was your first time without Bucky since the three of you had started sharing a bed together. It was the first time you hadn’t slept with both in almost a month; it was long enough to pine for and ache about. You were used to being in the middle, he had thought, so maybe piling pillows on the empty side to simulate a presence might help. You stirred anyway.

He quietly sat down next to you, kissing your bare shoulder that peeked out from under the throw blanket. There were tears in your eyes as he cradled you in his arms.

“I miss him too. He’ll be back soon.”

“It’s not that…” You sniffled, “I was just thinking about... something Pietro told me.” You turned to him, crossing your legs and opening up the blanket to invite him in. Steve wrapped the edge as much as he could around his large frame and pulled you into his lap.

“What’s that?”

“Remember that day I came back, and you saw me by the pool?”

He nodded. Of course he remembered. He had spent three days in agony, feverish at night, freezing in the morning, waking up dripping in sweat. His chest hurt every waking moment and only ached even more in Bucky’s presence as if it was the Binding’s reminder to them that there was a missing piece that wouldn’t be forgotten. Seeing you by the pool that day extracted all of Steve’s pain in a single scoop. He had almost slipped running out of the room to catch you.

“Pietro said... There are two meant to love you. You never have to wonder, it is wonderful.”

He didn’t understand why you looked so sad until you glanced over to the bed where the pile of pillows had been kicked off, exposing the vacancy. “Do you think… Bucky knows that? I don’t wonder about the future and think that either of you will leave me, and I don’t think about me leaving either of you.”

You paused to wipe your cheeks, “But does Bucky know? Does he still think that he’s unlovable? He never tells me the truth, but I see it when he’s just looking at me. It hurts, Steve. I’m so worried all the time. I don’t want him to wonder about us.”

Steve Rogers kissed you that night with the intensity of a lover leaving for war. He held onto you so tightly you thought you might sink inside of him. He made love to you on that sofa in the darkness and caressed the tears on your cheeks so sweetly you cried. He had seen more and more of your heart every day, and it filled him with so much love it sometimes hurt. You loved them, together, equally, and separately, with their individual flaws and quirks.

And God, Steve thinks, there are a fucking lot of flaws.

“Buck,” Steve says, taking his friend’s face in his hands, fingers running through the dark mane. “She loves you. She loves you more than she knows what to do with. You can’t treat yourself like this. It hurts all of us.”

Another silence envelopes them as Steve holds onto him, massaging the back of his head tenderly. They break apart after another long moment before sending each other half-smiles and understanding nods, affirmations exchanged through smiles and blinks. Bucky speaks first.

“I love you too, Steve.”

 -

The boys arrive around two to pick you up and wave from the car, parked outside of the Art Building. The students surrounding you eventually let you go but stare open-mouthed at the shiny classic Mustang and Bucky’s vibranium-black hand holding your favorite drink. It’s his own personal white flag. The conversation is casual throughout the whole ride as they sit up front and you in the back. You tell them about your day and the work you’ve been up to, mentioning a few favorite teaching moments with students. They listen intently and coil their intended conversation slowly around your own, reading your mood with prudence.

At the compound, it’s turned up many notches when Bucky falls to his knees and lays his head against your tummy.

“I’m s’rry, babe.” He mumbles “S’rry I jumped t’ conclusions and... I’m such an idiot. Please don’t be mad with me, even if I deserve it.” His twang comes back when he’s emotional. The slurring of his ‘r’s and dropping his vowels brings a slight pinch to your chest when you think about all of the things he’s been through and how he could have so easily have just been another soldier returned from war, living out the rest of his days as a Brooklyn boy. But the path he’s been on has led him to this moment, to this darkness inside of him.

You pat his head gingerly, watching the smile grow on Steve’s face as he stands beside you. You know this is his doing, pulling Bucky from his own trap and bringing him back out. You’ve spent enough time with him to know that without help, Bucky will torture himself for days, biting off his own tail in a box of his own design.

“Bucky, the problem isn’t that you jumped to conclusions; the problem is that you think you’re an idiot. And that you think you deserve it.” You’re stern with him but continue to pet his hair.

He nods, over and over frantically, but you’re not sure if he really hears you. He wants this moment to be finished, you think, and so for now you’ll let it be. Sometimes you had to pick the right battles to fight, and for now you were content with this battle ending how it will. You don’t mind repeating it later, you know Bucky needs more assurance than most, and you’re happy to a part of that constant thing for him.

For now, he wants to be touched. It’s how he knows you still love him.

So you do. You kiss him all over. Steve latches on to his wrist and takes him to the bed. You both undress him and then yourselves. Bucky lies on his back, still sorrowful and regretful, but as the two of you hang over him, fingers intertwined, he feels his sadness vanish into the sheets.

Between your soft hands and Steve’s firm grasps, Bucky falls apart completely.

When Bucky goes to starts the bath, you spend a few minutes lying in bed with Steve just to caress him. You want to let him know too that he’s just as important, that you care just as deeply and passionately for him.

“You’re amazing.” He says, eyes dancing under your gaze, “He’s just stubborn. Always has been.”

“Mmm,” you smile back, “Reminds me of someone I know.”

“Who’s that?”

You pretend to contemplate it before planting countless kisses on his lips. “Come on, he’ll get fussy if we’re late.”

He gives you a piggy-back ride to the tub.

They take turns lathering you up and each other in the water, in-between playful splashing and affectionate touches. The three of you are a sight to behold, all covered up in soap suds with mops of wet hair. Steve dutifully washes the shampoo from Bucky’s locks as you lean your head on his shoulder, patiently waiting your turn. They start getting into a powwow about whose turn it is to do the laundry next and you space out, smiling into the mass of bubbles when you feel Steve’s fingers spitefully leave Bucky’s hair and go to yours.  

You know he’s stubborn. Steve is too. And so are you.

It doesn’t really bother you when Bucky gets into one of his moods, because you know he’ll always come back. It doesn’t bother you either when Steve’s impulsive on missions because he always comes back too. They both know that they must… simply because you’re home expecting them. Unless they’re acting dangerously- which, they’ve promised that they’d stop- you give them all your trust, just like you’ve given them your heart.

You have the rest of your life with them to figure the remainder of it out.

It sinks in, like the soap and bubbles, like the perfume of the shower gel and the gentle motions of Steve’s hands on your body. It sinks in that for the rest of your life, you’ll have them, both of them. No matter where your paths take you, you’ll be walking hand-in-hand with two perfect Soulmates by your side.

In the background, Bucky and Steve nag and jab each other with their sarcastic taunts and jibes of past embarrassments. There’s name calling and noogies, pinching, and snapping of teeth against fingers. Bucky blows bubbles in Steve’s face. Steve flicks droplets in Bucky’s eyes.

You lean forward against the edge of the porcelain tub, draping yourself over it and grin at them.

“What’s on your mind, sweetheart?” Steve asks, quieting the chatter and rubs his hand against your spine.

The look you give him melts him on the spot. There’s an unfathomable light in your eyes, swimming in something unspeakably loud but necessarily silent. He wants to pull apart the puzzle of it, finding the pieces that you’re keeping to yourself, but something keeps him immobile. Bucky splashes as he leans forward too, intrigued by the look on your face.

Saying nothing, you turn back around, humming a tune and motioning for Steve to continue. You’ll let them contemplate, you think, because eventually they’ll arrive at the same ending that you have. Bucky might take a while longer than Steve, but that’s okay too.

It’s kind of funny that you’d gone through so much of your life fearing love to the point of near madness and physical ailment. It’s so strange to think of how in the span of six months, you’ve transformed into a person so far removed from who you were then.

At 23, you had once rejected love.

But also, at 23, you’ve solved the mystery of love. Its disarray of angst and apprehension that’s long gripped your mind has been untangled by your dutiful hands. It’s Gordian Knot has been completely dissembled, slipping away into the depths along with your fear and anxiety.

You now tread over its strands, blissfully following the trail leading to your lovers’ embrace.  

[wild3flow3r]

Holidays 2023

December 21st, 2023

When Lorelai and Harry spoke about their Christmas trip to Hawaii this holiday season, most of their relatives started off jealous that they would be able to celebrate in warmer weather. But then each time they would see the jealousy fade as they realized the couple was going to put themselves through it by bringing a seven month old baby along for those long flight times. Including the layover in Los Angeles, the trip would take well over twenty hours, and they’d have to do it twice in a matter of two weeks.

Yes, when they got off the plane in Hawaii, the parents were well exhausted while their son, Wyatt, looked like he was prepared to keep them awake for as long as possible. But the joke didn’t feel like it was on them, because they were still in Hawaii, were going to spend the next two weeks together as a small happy family on the beaches while their families had to suffer through the miserable cold. Oh no, they won big time.

“This is it,” Harry mumbles with half lidded eyes. He’s carrying most of their luggage on his back and rolling three suitcases around them. He dips the hotel key card into the slot on the door and opens it after the beep. He gestures Lorelai to head in before him with a sleepy smile.

Lorelai carries one of their carry on bags on her shoulder and Wyatt against her chest. The baby’s taken to pulling her hair lately and currently he has a huge chunk of her hair grasped in his little fingers. She steps into the room first and flicks the lights on. The first room was a living room, equipped with a sofa, chairs, a coffee table, a television, and a fireplace. A balcony was attached to this room with a small sitting area so they could look over the beach in front of the hotel. They walk into the bedroom, which was filled with a king-sized bed, a baby crib as per requested, a closet, dresser, the typical hotel room things.

Harry pushes their suitcases to the side for now until they can find the energy to unpack later. He sticks his arms out towards Lorelai after she tries, and fails miserably, to hide another painful gasp. “Come on bugger, come to daddy. Mumma likes her hair on her head.”

Wyatt only lets go of the hair after a little coaxing, and then joyfully falls into his father’s arms. Lorelai collapses on their bed with a soft thud. She lets her eyes shut momentarily, feeling the bed dip under Harry’s weight right next to her. She opens her eyes to him bouncing Wyatt on his knee, the baby falling into a fit of giggles at the bumping motion.

“He needs to be fed, and then a bath,” Harry murmurs while brushing back that boys short curls. “You sleep, I’ll take care of him.”

Lorelai starts to sit up, ready to refuse, but Harry places a hand on her thigh.

“It’s okay. You entertained him for most of the plane ride, I can take over for now.”

“I’ll just take a quick nap,” she relents.

But a quick nap turned into nearly four hours. She honestly would have slept longer, would have never woken up, if the last time she’d eaten was on the plane, and even that she barely touched what the flight attendants had given her. She rubs her hand over her face, slightly miffed that Harry never bothered to wake her so he could take time for himself to rest, but as she padded into the living room any negative feelings she had melted away.

Harry sat on the sofa shirtless, his nose stuck in a book he had  tried reading on the plane, but thanks to Wyatt, never had a moment to open it. He peeked up over the pages when he heard the door open, and his mouth twitched up in the smallest smile at the sight of his wife. Wyatt laid on a small rug not far from Harry on his stomach, playing with a few of his toys that were set in front of him. Both of his parents know he’s going to be a menace as soon as he learns how to crawl, and although he hasn’t succeeded to do so yet, he tries to every day. He screams in delight at the sight of his mother and shakes a chubby fist at her before focusing back on his rattle.

Lorelai sits next to Harry, stretching her legs out on the couch so that her toes poke against his thigh. He grabs one of her ankles and squeezes, going back to reading his book.

“I’ve ordered room service. It should be here soon.”

“You’re a true gift from God, Harry Styles.”

He smirks, but says nothing more. His thumb and forefinger begin to knead into her ankle. Lorelai sighs in content, leaning further back into the couch. Even before all of the traveling, they really needed this vacation. They haven’t been on one since their honeymoon two years ago, and ever since the two of them have been working non-stop. First with their respective jobs, and then Lorelai got pregnant so they put all of their energy towards that, and then even more energy towards Wyatt once he was born. They had meant to wait until the summer to travel somewhere, when Wyatt was over a year old, but they had been wearing themselves too thin.

The only reason they were here now was because Harry demanded they do it. The couple had started snapping at one another more often than they used to before. But unlike before when it would end at snapping and the two would makeup, heated arguments would start instead. With all of the stress from their jobs and keeping Wyatt happy and healthy, they forgot to take a second for themselves, for each other. Harry sprung the idea of Hawaii out of nowhere, at least for Lorelai, because he’d already booked the plane tickets and hotel when he told her. At first Lorelai tried to refuse, she was even a little annoyed with him, that is until he gave his reasoning.

“We’re going to fall apart if we don’t go. And I don’t mean that in any funny sort of way like an exaggeration that our bodies are going to give up on us. I mean our relationship. I have no idea what projects you’re doing at work anymore, you don’t know that I’m thinking of opening another office for my firm somewhere else in London. We need to regroup somewhere not here, because I can’t lose you Lorelai. Not now, not ever, and you can throw a fit all the way to the beaches, because you and Wyatt are coming and that’s final.”

His bottom lip had wobbled, his eyes red from frustrated unshed tears. Lorelai hugged him then and started crying herself against his chest. They talked that night, talked about anything and everything. It’d been the most they talked to each other in months about something other than Wyatt.

Lorelai’s eyes were drooping again by the time the food arrived. Harry went to answer the door and Lorelai picked Wyatt up so he didn’t get in the way. He, of course, grasps onto her hair.

“I should cut it again,” Lorelai mutters while Wyatt plays around, acting like he’s going to tug and then doesn’t.

Harry tips the service and shuts the door. He looks over them with fondness. “You’d have to go bald then. He’ll like the challenge of shorter hair.”

Lorelai huffs, agreeing. When Wyatt lets go of her hair, distracted by his father’s tickling fingers, Lorelai ties it back and out of reach. She wraps her arms around Wyatt and pulls him closer to her chest. “Let me nurse him and put him down to sleep, and then I’ll be ready to eat.”

Harry nods and moves around to get the meals ready. Wyatt latches on Lorelai’s chest, and she massages the back of his head with soft fingers. He falls asleep within no time, and when Lorelai deems he’s had enough milk, she carefully moves him to the other room and into his crib. She shuts the door halfway as she leaves him. Harry had the food set up on a small table now. Lorelai sits next to him.

“We’ve got that couples spa thing that you wanted booked for tomorrow. The hotel reassured me again that their hotel daycare is the best around.” Harry murmurs before he starts eating.

“Are you still going to be taking those surfing lessons?”

“The day after next,” he confirms. “You can still join me if you’d like.”

Lorelai snorts and shakes her head. “It’ll be more fun on the beach with Wyatt watching you fall over.”

Harry pouts. “What do you mean. I’m a pro.”

“Not if you’re getting lessons babe.”

“They’re just to remind myself how to do it properly. I used to surf a lot on family vacations when I was younger.”

“Yeah, when you were fifteen and didn’t have any back problems.”

Harry shifts in his seat, as if just the mention of it caused a flare up of pain. “Oi, just shut it and eat your food.”

Lorelai grins, trying and failing terribly to hold back a laugh. They eat in a comfortable silence for the rest of the meal, taking their time scanning over each other and then the view from their balcony, and then back to each other. Harry’s left hand is holding onto Lorelai’s right one over the table, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. He nudges his foot against hers and she nudges his right back.

“It’s been a while,” Lorelai mumbles, not outright saying what it is, but knowing full well that Harry will understand what she is talking about.

“Have we at all since Wyatt was born?” His eyes look up, trying to calculate how much time has passed since they last had sex.

“We’ve done little things, but nothing much since I was pregnant. My whole body hurt for weeks after the birth, and we’ve been too tired to even think about it.”

“I’ll plan something special then,” Harry says, lifting her hand to kiss the back of her hand.

Lorelai rolls her eyes playfully. “It doesn’t have to be anything special.”

“For you, I want everything to be special.”

Lorelai grins and eventually nods. They finish eating and Harry stands to put the dishes outside of the door to be picked up. Lorelai moves back to the couch and picks up Harry’s book. It’s one she’s read before and bothered Harry for weeks to read himself so they could talk about it. She scans over the page, and nearly turns to the next one before it’s plucked out of her hand.

“Hey,” Lorelai pouts, looking up at Harry.

“You’re gonna lose my spot,” he fake moans. He sits next to her and wraps an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close.

Lorelai places her hand against his bare chest and thrums her fingers against the skin. She nuzzles her head against the crook where his arm meets his shoulder. Harry leaned his cheek against the top of her head and holds the book open.

“You’re at a good part,” she whispers.

“Shhh, don’t spoil it.”

“I would never.”

Lorelai looks up so she’s watching him. His eyes flick down to hers momentarily before back to the book. He’s smiling. “You’re distracting me.”

“Well I want to see your reaction.”

Harry lets out an amused breath. She watches as he mouths the words silently to himself and his eyes flick over the page. She kisses his chest once and goes back to reading with him when she hears him turn the page. They stay like this for a while, Lorelai reading the pages faster than Harry and then turns to see how he reacts. When Harry finishes the chapter he realizes Lorelai’s soft breathing and that at some point she had fallen asleep.

He presses her nose against her hairline. “I love you,” he mumbled. He sets the book aside and then carried her off to bed.

December 25th, 2023

“Merry Christmas, baby.” Lorelai picks Wyatt up and out of his crib, talking in a hushed tone to make sure she doesn’t wake Harry up yet. Wyatt grabs onto Lorelai’s teapot charm necklace and stares at her with wide green eyes. “Let’s wake up daddy, and then we can see what presents Santa brought you, yeah?”

Lorelai maneuvers them so she’s kneeling on the bed beside Harry. He’s lying on his stomach, his head facing them, and his breathing slow. Wyatt had decided he wanted to stay up and see Santa Claus arrive himself,  at least that’s what the two of them joke to each other. Either way, Harry was on night duty, and Wyatt kept Harry awake until the early hours of the morning. Now the baby was well rested, and Harry probably felt like he’s only been asleep for only five minutes. Lorelai knows the feeling well.

She places the chubby baby on the back of Harry’s neck. Wyatt practically screams with glee and loses his hands in his father’s curls. “Da!” He squeals, something that made Lorelai only a teensy bit jealous. Wyatt only knew two words so far, Da and Waf, as in Waffle for their dog.

Harry groans momentarily and slowly blinks his eyes open. At first he can only see the red and green stripes of Wyatt’s pajama bottoms, but as the baby kicks his legs Harry can spot Lorelai’s amused grin in the background.

“Da. Da. Da. Da. Da.” Wyatt repeats over and over again, wriggling around so he’s practically jumping on Harry’s head.

“Hey mate,” Harry mumbled, holding onto his son’s legs so he doesn’t tip over. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” Lorelai replies, scratching a hand over Harry’s back. Harry hums in delight.

“Think it’s time to open presents, hm?”

Lorelai picks Wyatt back up, but immediately he wants back to his father. Harry holds him upright before twirling the both of them around the room. Wyatt laughs and hits his father’s bare chest.

Harry had ordered a small, pre decorated tree from the hotel services the day before. Now, it was filled with presents underneath that the parents had set up the night before. Wyatt marvels at the shiny wrapping paper. It’s a slow morning and they take their time letting Wyatt open his presents and inspect them. He’s pretty pleased with all of them, but he loved playing with the wrapping paper even more. Eventually, they started getting ready for the day.

By the time Lorelai emerged from the shower, Harry had himself and Wyatt ready. They were in the living area, Harry kneeling behind Wyatt and holding him so he could play with his new blocks. They were in the new shirts Lorelai had picked out for them a few weeks ago. It was a shirt Harry would never pick for himself, usually preferring simple shades to wear, but Lorelai demanded he wear some ‘tropical’ clothing for their trip.He was donning a yellow button up she bought with a black undershirt underneath.

“Remember what we’ve been practicing, hm?” Harry says to Wyatt, unaware to Lorelai’s presence.

“And what have you been practicing?”

Harry jumps and his eyes flick to Lorelai’s immediately. “Oh, nothing.”

Lorelai raises an eyebrow. “Nothing?”

“Nope.”

“You sure?”

“Yes I’m sure.” He stands and picks Wyatt up. “Come on now Skipper, let’s get to the beach.”

Lorelai eyes him suspiciously but follows Harry out of the room with their towel bag over her shoulder. On the elevator, she starts spreading the sun cream on Wyatt’s skin, much to his dismay. After another wriggle and more missed skin, Lorelai sighs.

“Look Wyatt. Daddy’s getting it too,” Lorelai hums.

“Wha-”

Lorelai presses the sun cream against Harry’s cheek. Wyatt burst out in giggles at his father’s shocked face. While distracted, Lorelai was able to finish rubbing all of it into the baby’s skin. Then she rubs in the white streak on Harry’s cheek. Harry playfully glares at her, but says nothing.

The beaches here are beautiful. The one they’ve been going to has been pretty exclusive to the hotel guests only. They set up in the spot they’ve claimed at their own over the last few days. They take out their towels and settle down onto them. Lorelai holds Wyatt while Harry sets up their beach umbrella. He strips out of his shirt and then he takes out the first pair of sunglasses he sees, Lorelai’s, and puts them on. And then he hands Wyatt a shovel and a small pail. He didn’t really know how to use it yet, but he enjoyed knocking over whatever towers Harry was successful in making.

“I’d say today’s been a hit so far,” Harry starts after a while of comfortable silence. He builds another castle for Wyatt to knock down.

“I would agree,” Lorelai hums and pushes some of the curls out of the baby’s face.

Harry leans over and presses a kiss against Lorelai’s knee. “I love you.”

Lorelai grins. “I love you too.”

“So me and Wyatt have been practicing something,” Harry finally admits.

Lorelai laughs. “And what is it?”

“Sort of like an extra Christmas present.”

“Well you two have already gotten me so much.” Lorelai nearly burst out crying from all of the presents that were labeled to her this morning from Wyatt. She got about a dozen different things telling her she was the number one mum in the world. Harry himself let a tear drop when he opened similar presents ‘from’ Wyatt.

“Well this is kind of different.”

Alright. I’m ready.”

Harry sits back now and brings Wyatt up into his lap. Harry leans down towards Wyatt’s ear and starts humming a ‘m’ sound. It takes about a minute, but finally Wyatt claps his hands together and screams, “Ma!”

This time Lorelai does cry. Wyatt falls into her arms easily, giggling against her chest. “Good job baby,” she whispers in fear that if she were to talk any louder than her voice would crack.

“Merry Christmas.” Harry rubs his hand against Lorelai’s leg. “To the best one I’ve had yet, and to many more just like it.

December 31st, 2023

Lorelai and Harry weren’t drunk, but they were certainly tipsy. Wyatt’s been asleep for a while now, and one of the best things about Wyatt at this age was that once he fell asleep he usually stayed asleep until morning. Harry had started the fire about an hour before. Lorelai had laid out some blankets and pillows in front of it. They dedicated this night to themselves, something they haven’t done in so long.

They were both naked under the blankets, breathing heavy as they both come down from their highs. Harry was to her side now, but still hovering over her. He’s got a hand wrapped around one side of her neck as his mouth nibbles at the other.

Lorelai scratches down his back. “At least you haven’t lost your touch.”

“Never lose it for you, Skipper,” he mumbles against her skin.

She grins, a dopey look on her face. “We should go on more vacations.”

Harry hums and nods. “I agree. Although maybe next time it should be just you and me that way we can do this all the time.”

“We should let my parents babysit more often. They always let us know that they can. We could take a weekend trip around Valentine’s Day.”

Harry lifts his head far up enough just so she can catch his grin. He presses his lips against hers in a soft kiss. “That sounds good to me.”

“We should also see a counselor, I think. Just in case.”

Harry squeezes her hip. “I’ll set up an appointment as soon as we get back.” A few years ago Lorelai knows Harry probably would have never agreed to that term, but after a few years of going to therapy himself and seeing how it’s helped him it’s easier for him to agree to it now.

Lorelai loses one of her hands in his curls and pushes him back towards her neck. He chuckles and obliges, nibbling on the skin again. But then he kisses lower to her shoulder, and then her chest until he disappears underneath the blankets. Lorelai shifts in anticipation, but Harry holds her body down with his hands as best he can.

“Harry,” Lorelai whines and reaches down to hold him. He intertwines her hands with his own.

“Happy New Year Skipper,” He mutters against her thigh.

After a bit more fun, and quite a bit more drinking, the couple fell asleep on the floor. This was probably a huge mistake for Harry’s back problems, but when Lorelai opened her eyes the next morning she knew she was in the absolute best place in the world. They are facing each other, and Harry’s arms are wrapped tight around her. His nose is pressed against her hairline and he’s snoring softly. It takes a moment for Lorelai to realize what had woken her up. Wyatt is moaning for his parents from the bedroom.

“What’re you doing?” Harry mumbles when Lorelai shifts in his grip.

“Wyatt,” Lorelai responds simply. She sits up too fast and then has to take a moment to gather her bearings. She and Harry haven’t drunk like that in a long time. A pre Wyatt time. It was hitting both of them hard.

Harry hums in response. He presses his palms against his eyeballs before slowly sitting up himself. “Are we going to try the bottle today?”

They’ve been trying to wean Wyatt off of breastfeeding recently because they knew if they waited until he was older it would be harder to do so. Lorelai nods.

“Alright. You get the bugger and I’ll warm up a bottle.”

Lorelai puts Harry’s t-shirt on before walking to the bedroom. “Welcome to the New Year darling,” Lorelai says while picking up her son. Wyatt still cries, but they lessen when he’s in his mother’s arms. “Should we go see what Daddy’s making for you?”

“Da?” The baby whimpers.

“Mhmm. Dada is making you an extra special treat.”

After Wyatt’s diaper has been changed, Lorelai takes him out into the living area. Harry’s already sitting on a chair with a bottle in hand. He’s wearing pajamas Lorelai had bought him for Christmas, a yellow t-shirt and a pair of pants that she thought would look funny on him. They do, but also he somehow makes them work that that makes her furious to some extent. He’s also wearing his pair of white sunglasses. His hair is sticking out all over the place.

Wyatt practically bursts out of Lorelai’s arms to Harry’s. Harry adjusts him in his lap before pressing to bottle to his lips. For a few minutes he refuses, but eventually Harry can coax him into drinking from it.

“Don’t know how you do it. I would have given up by now and just let him latch on.”

Harry smiles at her, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. An oncoming headache, she presumes. Harry has never been good with those. She goes to grab him some aspirin.

“Thank you Skipper,” he mutters before taking the pills. He shifts Wyatt over to one leg and then pats the other. Tentatively, Lorelai sits. Harry presses a kiss against the back of her shoulder.

Lorelai knows Harry can feel it too, the happiness, the peace, the calm, the love. The love the couple held for each other, that they held for their baby boy, and the love the baby boy shared right back with them. 

“Happy New Years.”

Harry kisses her shoulder again. “To many more happy years with the two of you. And maybe some more of us.”

“Don’t get cheeky. I told you, not for a while.”

“I can wait. I’ll wait forever for you.”

“Oh, don’t be such a sap,” Lorelai hits his shoulders playfully. Wyatt watches up at them with wide green eyes.

“There’s no other way I can be, Skipper, not around you. I love you too much.”

[studiopoprocks]

Can you do Kirishima Fluff alphabet? I didn't see one and the master list and Kiri is such a cute boi

Kirishima Eijirou Fluff Alphabet

Totally agree! Kiri deserves the best! Thanks for requesting again @ash-the-lover ❤️❤️

A - Affection (How do they show how much they care in their day to day lives)

Kiri is always by your side, encouraging you and complimenting you. He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it half the time, just stating how you could totally bet up someone, even without your quirk. He’s kinda just a very calm hype man. Or maybe a puppy? Probably both cuz when you’re cuddling he always talks about how you’re the comfiest person alive, especially since he’s so jagged.

B - Before (How did they act before the relationship/ what was the relationship like?)

He was still as supportive as he is now, however this boy was a hot mess. He would always get tongue tied, or stumble over his works when he was around you. It wasn’t anything extreme, but he was always there if you needed someone. Even if that someone needed a little more confidence around you. He got better with the BakuSquads help though!

C - Comfort (How they act when their S/O is sad)

He’s honestly so good at calming you down. He’ll talk slowly and just try to get you to feel better before asking what’s wrong. If you don’t want to talk about it, he’s going to be precistant, but not in a pushy way or anything. He just hates seeing you sad, and will do everything in his power to make you feel better. If you don’t tell him, you better expect loads of favours and gifts. That shirt you said was cute two months ago, hey look what he found on sale! You have a craving for chocolate, well it just so happens he has multiple different kinds.

D - Dawn (What are mornings like?)

He’s the kinda person to wake up and go, so you’ve developed the same habit. Every morning you wake up to your alarm, playing some sort of music from the radio, and help eachother get ready. You focus more on eachother then yourselves, and end up preparing the others toothbrush and handing them off at the same time. It’s a weird dynamic but it works.

E - Embarrassed (How does their S/O make them flustered? How do they return the favour?)

It’s always fun to see Eijirou as red as his hair, and honesty it’s a hard thing to do. It took quite a while to find his weak point, and in that time he had found at least 3 of yours. In his defence, he didn’t do them often, and it usually consisted in private. His weakness however, was when you whisper into his ear. It was a late night you first found out, as you quietly told him you loved him, and Denki pointed it out. But like him, you don’t do it often.

F - First date (Were did you go and what did you do for your first date together)

Kiri had so many ideas, however he honestly didn’t think that you would return his feelings. “Of course!” “Okay, I thought I would try at least- wait you said yes!” Asked you to go on a date right on the spot. You’re first official date had been sparing, then heading out to dinner. But hey, you got to see him shirtless and all dressed up in the delightful span 3 hours, so you just ignored how sweaty you were from training.

G - Gentle (How Gentle are they with their S/O? Or do they like to rough house with them?)

Yes you spar together, but other then that he treats you with such softness you start to question his quirk. If you initiate rough housing though, better expect him to not hold back. He’s such a cheat, and will start kissing your cheeks once he’s gotten you in some kind of hold, just as insurance as so you won’t escape.

H - Habit (What do they repeatally do in the relationship?)

Kiri just likes being around you. There’s been a couple times where you’ve randomly caught him staring at you. Sometimes even in your conversations you have to double check if he’s even listening to you. 97% of the time he is. Whenever you question it, he’ll conpliment you on whatever he was staring at. Staring at your ears? It’s cuz they are so cute! Staring at your hair? He wants to play with it cuz it looks so soft. Looking at your lips? Wants to kiss you.

I - Intreating (What do they find fascinating about their S/O? And vise versa?)

Although he finds it interesting, he does get a little worried. You have this thing where you aren’t scared of quirks, evident when you gave him a surprise hug with his quirk actived. He instantly stilled, scared any movement would cut up your delicate skin. It’s actually pretty adorable that he gets worried, he never wants to be something that hurts you. After the incident he made you promise never to sneak up on him like that ever again.

J - Jealousy (How easily do they get jealous, and how do they deal with it)

Kirishima is a friendly person, so he gives people the benefit of the doubt. He tries not to let his jealousy interfere with you making friends, especially with guys. But he’s always watching, making sure they don’t cross a line. Good lord help the poor souls who’ve witnessed kiri’s 180 personality swap. He’s cold, and ruthless, using manipulation and glares to rid you of pests

K - Knick Knack (A random momento they still have from their S/O)

‘You rock my world!’ you laughed when you gave him a small rock that was in the perfect heart shape. Such an adorablely silly line, pierced his heart. It was during one of your first dates, and you honestly never thought he’d keep it, however the ring he proposes with is in the same shape as the little heart. You gave him a rock, and he gave you one in return. Except yours cost a lot more

L - Location (Favourite place to go on dates)

He likes going to the movies, but his favourite place is in the living room in a giant blanket fort that incomapsses the TV. Sure going out is nice, but having you in your Pjs, half asleep as you snuggle into him after a long day is Heaven! Plus it always reminds him of your first date at the movies, and gets to relive that wounderful moment just with the two of you.

M - Movie (What cliché movie trope has actually happened in the relationship?)

Blind date! Obviously the BakuSquad set you both up on a blind date. Both you and Kirishima were against it, due to unknowingly likening one another, but hey, you were getting a free movie out of it so why not? When you saw it was the red head, you were overjoyed. The date even lasted double the amount of time it was supposed to, neither of you wanted to leave.

N - Nickname (What do they call their S/O?)

What he calls his S/O:

‘Little ray’ (of sunshine.)

‘Beautiful’

‘Cheater!’ (Kissing isn’t aloud during sparing🤷‍♀️)

What you call him:

‘Soft boi’

‘Handsome’

‘Babe’ (you both use this one)

O - On Cloud Nine (How they act when they are in love/ Is it obvious to everyone around them?)

That beautiful smile is always on kiri’s face whenever your mentioned. Although he’s very cool and collected, that upbeat attitude can’t be missed. Even Fatgum called him out on it once, after a particularly happy outburst. You both influence eachother so much, it’s a joy to be around you and your boyfriend, and your lovely dovey atmosphere.

P - PDA (Do they like showing off their s/o, or are a little shy to kiss in public)

Even before you were dating, people mistook you for a couple. It’s never anything gag worthy, but it’s definitely there. Usually hand holding, staying close to eachother, hugs, and honesty just some good Christian PDA. Neither of you are even fazed by it anymore, it’s just something that you do everyday, and it’s definitely contributing to the hype of your relationship.

Q - Quirk (A random ability they have, that’s helpful in a relationship)

Softest hard boy. Eijirou’s heart is like clay, and he’ll always be empithetic with any of your problems, no matter how small. Because of this, he’ll always be there for you, having an emergency feel better pack ready at all times. Including favourite food, movies, and soft blankets. He’s really open, and will never try to hurt you.

R - Rearly (Something they love to do, but it doesn’t happen often)

You and Kirishima are busy people, plus it’s hard to get vacation time. You two love traveling, even if it’s just to the next city over. It’s nice not having to deal with responsibilities, and just get to treat yourself without feeling guilty. Plus you two are terrible influences on eachother, so your trips are usually impulse decisions. Still tons of fun though.

S - Special (Something that only them and their S/O do together)

Build blankets forts! Whenever Kiri is feeling self conscious about his quirk, you best bet you’ll be making a fort. The construction layout takes his mind off of everything, and it’s always worth it in the end when you get to play games and watch movies/YouTube together under the messy jungle of funiture and blankets. Remember to get Eijirou to let his hair down, don’t want it getting caught on the roof.

T - Together (How often do they spend time with their S/O?)

Now don’t get me wrong, ​Eijiro loves you lots. But he’s a super friendly person, meaning he may devide his attention up a bit more. You would still get most of it, and if you asked him to spend more time with you, he would drop everything at the slightest meantion of it.

U - United (In which way does the relationship become a whole? Marriage?)

Honestly you didn’t even realize it. It just felt so natural to be around eachother, that I would dare say you became whole once you started dating. You never really had that awkward faze, which allowed you both to keep growing with eachother. Kiri definitely wants to get married and have kids + a dog, but he’s content on how your life is right now.

V - Value (What do they treasure the most in their relationship?)

To him, your his rock (hehehe). With everything happening so fast with school, then hero work, and all the attacks, he’s so happy that you’re the one thing that never changes. He loves your comforting sent whenever he gets to spend the last bits of the day cuddling on the couch. Just sitting and enjoying one another’s company, the only thing that stayed the same in your hectic lives.

W - Wish (What do they hope will come from the relationship?)

He’s just happy to be with you. He’s so cute that his only wish for your relationship is that it stays forever. Eijirou isn’t a selfish person, so if he could just be a little greedy in hoping to have you by his side, so be it. That literally all he wants, everything else is a wonderful bonus.

X - XOXO (Favourite types of kisses and hugs)

He’s a sucker for sparing affection. Both of you going one on one, and somehow one of you would pin the other down. Either you straddling his hips, or his knees pinning down your legs. Every time without fail, one of you would lean in for a kiss. Just kinda laying there as you two make out. Hugs usually happen after sparing, as it’s probably not the best idea with kiri’s quirk activated. Wrap your arms around his neck and he’ll be like putty.

Y - Yearning (How do they cope when they're missing their partner?)

People can always tell when your on a trip or something based on your boyfriend. He probably doesn’t realize, but he’s never as energetic and happy without you. His mind is pledged with a disease called ‘I miss my S/O’. Side effects include: spacing out in class, half hearted laughs, accidentally buying two drinks, only to realize your gone, and getting sad that your drink is with him and not you.

Z - Zeal (Will they go great lengths for the sake of the relationship? What kind?)

Kiri almost broke a guy’s arm after he cat called you once. When it comes to you, he won’t do anything too illegal, but he sure as hell will rough them up a bit. What can I say, he spends a lot of time with Bakugo, he’s bound to pick up some tendencies. And one of them is being overly protective to the point of taking this vet seriously. If someone may you cry, they better be catching the first plane outta here.

[vampiresmiled]

✩ watergate

i want to preface this by saying that i hate watergate and the fact that this meme is four-hundred pages long only furthered my hatred for this abomination of a ship. and yes, i am using kennedy walsh as a mascot for this occasion. mind your own.

DISAGREEMENTS

who is more likely to raise their voice? we been through this. it’s mickey, he inherited his father’s temper. giving a whole new meaning to the phrase ‘daddy issues.’who threatens to leave but never actually does? mickey. the man is full of empty promises. who actually keeps their word and leaves? emma. mickey would never leave, he’s mickey : abandonment issues and all. who trashes the house? worst case scenario, mickey. but normal circumstances, nobody. they’re not wolfgang circa 2016, post ziba finding out about his heart issues, oil on canvas. do either of them get physical? i mean, #basementgate … ringing any bells ? it’d be a mistake on mickey’s part, otherwise no. how often do they argue/disagree? only when their collective insecurities start acting up. and if my memory serves me right, that’s like every other week. who is the first to apologise? both, simultaneously. 

SEX

who is on top? do you remember You 1x04 ? joe was on top … let’s aim for nine seconds, okay.who is on the bottom? did i not just answer that. who has the strangest desires? what is this, an episode of lucifer ? jokes, all jokes. probably emma. shy in the streets, freaky in the sheets. any kinks? does … harmonicas count ? literally retire the joke, mads – RETIRE IT.who’s dominant in bed? neither. they’re vanilla and boring and i hate them.is head ever in the equation? it’s always in the equation, we’re no dj khaled stans here.if so, who is better at performing it? mickey will toss your salad like he’s aidan gallagher’s biggest fan.ever had sex in public? public sex for them is in her car. so, yes.who moans the most? emma ‘cos she never knows when to zip it.who leaves the most marks? mickey. mark your territory, y’know. it’s critical.who screams the loudest? i said what i said.who is the more experienced of the two? big oof @ emma’s bodycount. do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? they make sweet, sweet love.rough or soft? soft as hale.how long do they usually last? 9 seconds. however adequately long is … that’s how long. they drag it out. make a day out of it. is protection used? they never wrap it before they tap it. and with is history of … you know, [ finger banging motions ] emma should’ve had chlamydia by now. but yes, they wrap it. sometimes. they don’t remember that often.does it ever get boring? nope. where is the strangest place they’d have sex? on his mother’s grave. or maybe not. i dunno, would they fuck at a preschool ? i don’t put it past them.

FAMILY

do your muses plan on having children/or have children? together they haven’t spoken about it. but separately, fuck yeah. if so, how many children do your muses want/have? i feel like emma wants two or three, mickey wants a football team.who is the favorite parent? since mickey is gonna be a stay-at-home dad, fuck you, him. who is the authoritative parent? odette. they hire her to come in every week to stare real hard at the kids until they clean the entire house unprompted. works like wonders. super nanny who ?who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? mickey. who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? mickey, mickey, mickey. emma’s all about carrots and nutritions. fuck that, we’re going to mcdonkey d.who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? mickey organizes the extra curricular activities. he’s that dad.who goes to parent teacher interviews? emma ‘cos mickey gets mistaken for flirting with the the mrs. grundy looking teach every single time. not riverdale!grundy, comics!grundy. [ chicken girls vc ] spicy … who changes the diapers? mickey avoided it for the first couple of months by sheer magic and a lot of pampering @ emma. but she caught on, and then he was on diaper duty for a full year. after that the kid doesn’t need diapers so … unless they wee the bed then we have another problem on our hands. who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? mickey, that’s how he avoided diaper changes. who spends the most time with the children? mickey ‘cos he’s ugly and unemployed. who packs their lunch boxes? emma ‘cos mickey would sneak brownies in there and all the other kids would get jealous and cry during lunch. true story, i was there. who gives their children ‘the talk’? mickey would want to but seeing as he’s who he is, emma took it upon herself to give them a more science based talk. ironic considering what his current job is but … who cleans up after the kids? mickey-boy.who worries the most? emma by a long shot. mickey has zero cares in the world. he’s the type of dad to toss the kids up 375ft into the air while emma yells frantically in the background of the video odette is filming. she’s there for chaos, not so much for telling mickey the kid’s neck can break. who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? i think emma. mickey’s gonna be super good with coming up with psuedo-swears like motherflubber and fudge. emma will slip up, i know she will.  

AFFECTION

who likes to cuddle? both.who is the little spoon? mickey, he likes to be held – it makes him feel safe.who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? fucking mickey the horn-dog. who struggles to keep their hands to themself? did you not see what i just said.   how long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? several hours. they never get uncomfy, fuck off. who gives the most kisses? listen, mickey loves giving love. whatever that touchy feely result was on the love language quiz, that was he. so, – he’ll smooch her everywhere and whenever. try and stop him, you can’t. except they’re not dating right now so i guess he’s successfully kept at bay. barely. what is their favourite non-sexual activity? banter. like genuinely. they just sit on the sofa and tear each other apart. it’s a good old time. that or soaps. mickey’s a huge fan of days of our lives.where is their favourite place to cuddle? probably couch. who is more likely to playfully grope the other? mickey. but emma’s known to grab his ass at times which is honestly childish, emma quit it. how often do they get time to themselves? seeing as they’re currently childless and also single, all the time in the world.

SLEEPING

who snores? emma, i said it.if both do, who snores the loudest? emma …do they share a bed or sleep separately? they’re not the weathers, ok.if they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? close, so very close.who talks in their sleep? mickey. he says some dumb shit, she writes it down.what do they wear to bed? dicks out. kidding. mickey sleeps shirtless, and emma sleeps in his shirt. fair deal. are either of your muses insomniacs? no.can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? only if he wanna knock her out for some quiet. but also no.do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? they’re a whole ass pretzel, k. who wakes up with bed hair? emma might have more hair but mickey’s is untamed. who wakes up first? emma. who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? mickey is a king in the kitchen, so.what is their favourite sleeping position? his face full on in the crook of her neck and like completely wrapped up in each other like my headphones after 2 minutes.who hogs the sheets? both of them, every night is a struggle.do they set an alarm each night? emma does. mickey likes to wing it.can a television be found in their bedroom? no, emma said that’s not allowed and that’s why she’s currently sexless. who has nightmares? neither … who has ridiculous dreams? mickey, hence the talking. who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? mickey probably.who makes the bed? emma, she’s so responsible.what time is bed time? like two hours after they decide it’s time to sleep. they talk alot. and … do other things we shall not mention ( discuss the current political climate ). and they fuck. any routines/rituals before bed? dental hygiene is very important to them both so they spend like 20 minutes in the bathroom. who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? emma. mickey is ready :clap: to :clap: go !

WORK

who is the busiest? mickey. being a nurse is no joke. neither is having to take up shifts at the hardware store ‘cos your dad’s a drunk.who rakes in the highest income? i dunno. they both have shite jobs in terms of salary. google it. are any of your muses unemployed? not yet. who takes the most sick days? honestly, neither. mickey’s the type to go work with a flu and emma is too much of a suck-up to risk looking like a bad employee. who is more likely to turn up late to work? mickey. who sucks up to their boss? both. love that for them.what are their jobs? er nurse and preschool teacher. if you didn’t know that by now, kill yourself.who stresses the most? emma, no doubt, no doubt.do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? LOVE. are your muses financially stable? * laughs in the spirit of president snow choking to death on his own chortles * no.

HOME

who does the washing? mickey mixed the reds and whites once, so … take a gamble.who takes out the trash? mickey whenever he leaves for work. get it? ok.who does the ironing? mickey also burnt a hole in one of her shirts.who does the cooking? MICKEY. so stay out of the kitchen if you can’t handle the heat, woman.who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? emma.who is messier? mickey. who leaves the toilet roll empty? mickey, but it’s on purpose. you see … he likes to do it just so she’ll have to yell at him to get her some. it’s just funny. every time. sometimes he forgets to put it back before he leaves. those are the times he gets a roll thrown at his face when he gets home.who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? mickey. it’s charming.who forgets to flush the toilet? ew, no one.who is the prankster around the house? they’re both equally pranky … not a word ! mickey just tends to be more unexpected in his pranks. who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? emma. mickey doesn’t have his own car.who mows the lawn? they’re apartment people, buzz off.who answers the telephone? no one, their answering machine message is just too good to go to waste.who does the vacuuming? emma.who does the groceries? mickey.who takes the longest to shower? mickey. he’s depressed.who spends the most time in the bathroom? emma.

MISCELLANEOUS

is money a problem? of course it is. they’re broke.how many cars do they own? one.do they own their home or do they rent? rent.do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? … fuck if i know. where even is sheffield.do they live in the city or in the country? downtown, asshat.do they enjoy their surroundings? sure.what’s their song? i know it’s not 1998 yet. but – closing time by semisonic is a bop i’ve mentioned for them before. what do they do when they’re away from each other? pine.where did they first meet? i wanna say her place but she’s not that stupid. probably joe’s or something. how did they first meet? when mickey answered the roommate ad. who spends the most money when out shopping? mickey. it’s all on food.who’s more likely to flash their assets? like tits ? neither.who finds it amusing when the other trips over? mickey. and emma. both. they’re ten.any mental issues? plenty to go around.who’s terrified of bugs? emma.who kills the spiders around the house? mickey carries them outside, thank you very much.their favourite place? at home. yeah, they’re like that.who pays the bills? emma pays pays them, but like … he gives her money.do they have any fears for their future? so many we cannot get into that right now.who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? mickey. but like home-cooked ‘cos he’s a poor, poor man. who uses up all of the hot water? mickey.who’s the tallest? [ softly ] don’t. who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? ickey-mickey.who wanders around in their underwear? MICKEY. who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? they both try and out-sing each other. he starts it, she ends it. what do they tease each other about? harmonicas and their deepest insecurities. who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? remember the bee shirt.do they have mutual friends? no, jack hates him and i hate jack.who crushed first? i wanna say … mickey.any alcohol or substance related problems? nope.who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? mickey, it’s in his genes.who swears the most? neither of them swear that much but i guess i’ll have to go with the ugly one.

[blossomjisung]

water lilies.

anonymous requested: could you do a fluffy jeno imagine/scenario? like a first date that’s spent doing something a little artsy like carving pumpkins or painting each other’s backs ksjdjdjdj it’s specific but i feel like that’d be so cute

summary: what happens when you’re paired up for a art project with the cutest boy in your school?

pairing: Jeno x reader

genre: fluff

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this was actually such a cute request and i had so much fun writing this, i’m sorry if it’s not exactly what the anonymous asked for but i really liked this idea!

you looked at your phone, Jeno was late. it was your first year at the University of Arts and that was your first project. art was your passion since you were a little girl and finally being able to study what you loved made you extremely happy. but bodypainting? that was another level. you had never done that. painting for you was something personal, you had never painted in front of anyone or on anyone. and obviously, you were paired up with Lee Jeno, the cutest boy in your class. you talked to him a couple of times before but not more than two minutes. you were extremely nervous, you kept waking back and forth, thinking out loud "I'm totally gonna fuck everything up yes I know this" you heard a sweet voice from behind you "it's going to be fine, I know it's your first project but you are talented so don't worry" you turned slowly, you felt your cheeks burning and your legs shaking. you found yourself in front of Jeno, who was smiling.

"y/n are you okay?" your face showed what was happening in you head: ghdyrufn. you couldn't stop thinking how cute he was and his smile literally killed you. his words brought you back to reality "y-yeah I'm sorry, let's go".

you asked the permission to use one of the empty classrooms in your school. you got in, the view on the city was amazing.

"so, which part of the body are we going to paint?" Jeno asked you while looking for something in his bag

"I was thinking about our backs, it should be easier there" you were anxiously waiting for his response “I’m sorry you were paired up with me, Jeno. you are so talented and of course you don’t want to do the easiest thing, it would disadvantage you, I-I can ask our teacher to-”

“y/n, what are you even talking about? I specifically asked the teacher to be with you. I like your works and we actually haven’t had the opportunity to talk yet” you were still looking on the ground, too embarrassed to look at him. you saw Jeno getting closer to you and holding your hand, trying to comfort you. his hand felt exactly how you imagined it, it was soft and warm. you blushed, again “don’t worry, I like your idea” you finally lifted your gaze, the shape that his eyes assumed while smiling made him look even cuter. how could you even focus on your project? 

“thank you, Jeno, it means really a lot” you smiled back and looked for your papers, you had already thought about what to paint, the theme was simply home. “so, I know this is something personal but I would really like to know what you think about this. when I was young my grandparents lived close to a pond that had water lilies in it, but I don’t know if it is a good idea” 

“it’s a really cute idea and, as you said, it has to be something personal so you should follow your heart” he smiled again. man that smile killed you every time. “what was your idea, Jeno?” “well, it’s still a surprise” he winked. was Lee Jeno... flirting with you? “do you want to start?” he asked. you nodded and, as soon as you saw his hands approaching to the edge of his t-shirt you realised you were going to see Jeno shirtless “he looks amazing, just like I imagined” you thought. he looked at you with a flirty glance “what do you mean, just like you imagined?” “w-what are you talking about?” “you just said that I looked amazing, just like you imagined” oh shit. did you really say that out loud? “I-I didn’t mean to say that I mean you obviously look amazing but it’s not like I actually imagined you shirtless I mean it could have happened sometimes but- I’m just making things worst, am I?” your face was completely red. that was going to be a long day “God, you are so adorable” he laughed.

you painted, or at least you tried, for the following three hours. you were exhausted, that was even harder than you thought. Jeno was very good at making you feel at ease, it was honestly enjoyable talking to him. “well, I think I’m done” you finally said, wiping away the sweat on your forehead “you can look at the mirror, if you want to, and then I can start taking pictures” you grabbed your camera, while Jeno stood up from the chair “wow y/n.. this is truly amazing, I can’t believe it’s your first time doing this” you smiled, thanking him. you were proud of your work, it wasn’t exactly what you imagined but it wasn’t bad, considering it was your first time. 

“I’m sorry it took so long, if you are too tired we can do meet again tomorrow” it was starting to get dark outside, you sure didn’t want to oblige him to stay there the whole evening “oh no, it’s fine. we can start now, I don’t think mine is going to take a long time”.

and actually, he was right. you sat down and after a couple of minutes he happily said “I’m done!”. “wait, what? that literally took two minutes. can I see it?” “sure” you stood up, approaching to the big mirror on the corner of the room. you couldn’t help but smile when you saw the writing painted on your back, saying: will you go on a date with me? “maybe tomorrow, after we finish this project?” he asked, looking at you and smiling. 

“sure I will”