#You can think about this for more than 30 seconds and see it fall apart

[bonebabbles]

with the disclaimer that I don't know all the context since I haven't read it, how WAS he supposed to handle a contagious illness in a society that doesn't have any form of masks or sanitation? Temporarily quarantining contagiously sick cats away from healthy ones just seems like a completely different and much more reasonable thing than kicking out cats permanently for a disability because they would be a "burden".

@halogenwarrior

Ok, going with you having no context for this, he wasn't suggesting a 'temporary quarantine' for sick cats. There is already a quarantine, with only the medics approaching the sick. Following everyone having a Hearty Chuckle that Clear Sky 'cares about other people' now by saying we're "all in it together," Clear Sky shares his full plan;

He nonsensically believes that no sick prey is living in the burnt part of his woods and the fire "cleansed it", so all of the healthy cats will abandon the sick to die in their camps and come live on his territory and 'wait it out.'

His plan is that all the cats who become sick will die. It's not quarantine in the sense that they will 'help the sick but keep a distance', he is essentially suggesting a reverse leper colony where everyone who displays symptoms gets kicked out to fend for themselves.

And, in the past, illness was always part of his talking points for throwing cats out of his clan. It was why he tried to throw Frost out, where he would die alone. I went back to Thunder Rising to grab the passage,

This is after he shoves Thunder's face into it and tells him to lick it.

So, it's wholly inappropriate, imo, that Thunder essentially does a little eye roll and a cutesy sigh at this suggestion. "Ohh that's my dad and his ruthless streak." His dad has historically been a monster towards the sick and infirm when they "stop being useful" with this rhetoric. Burdens, disease, weakness. In this moment, he is proposing that they do to an unknown number of cats exactly what he commanded Thunder do to Frost.

Additionally, at this point in time, they don't know how the illness spreads. They're guessing that it's via contact with sick prey, and using leaves as rudimentary tissues/gloves. Clear Sky DOES know, though, these two things;

One Eye knows how it spreads and is not telling.

Many of his cats have been exposed.

He has no idea which cats have been exposed, or how many, or even how long it takes between infection and first symptoms. All they DO know is that symptoms are rapid onset and debilitating. By the time you know a cat is sick, they're covered in sores, have a bloated stomach, and are unable to hunt for themselves. The only thing that is for sure is that turning them out is a death sentence.

And yet he is confused at the idea that Thunder has an objection about leaving Morning Whisker, Wind Runner's kitten who isn't older than a month or two, alone to die.

The solution that the groups eventually come up with is that the clans will remain isolated from each other as to not spread illness, though it doesn't seem to work because infected prey still moves around freely.

Also note that the first time Clear Sky actually gives a damn about an infected person is when Jagged Peak's pregnant wife catches it (After Jagged Peak 'proves' he's useful now by leading a medicine-seeking patrol thanks to Gray Wing). Wind Runner's an "ex-rogue," a group Clear Sky has disdain for, and he doesn't think to have compassion about her baby.

So to answer your question directly, he was 'supposed' to handle it the way the Moor cats did and were, with some basic safety precautions. Not regress to trying to use the illness to get all the cats into a single Clan in his own territory where he could continue to throw "useless/dangerously ill/disabled" out into the wilderness "where the maggots will find them".

[nicohii]

(No because I have an Actor!Caleb brainrot and I need to get this out of my system; reader is not MC)

tags: Actor! Caleb x Non-MC Writer! Reader, angst, friends to lovers??? might write a second part idk

Writer! Reader and Actor! Caleb growing up together--but only one yearns, and it's not him. He compliments you on your writing, they win awards, they have been a cult favorite in the indie fandom and coming of age genre. He sees a pattern, there is pain, there is longing, there is love buried there deeply, yet he never seems to realize how it's all an ode to your admiration of him.

There are times when you do want to tell him how much he means more than what he thinks he means to you. And it's not helping that there are knowing looks shared by family members when you visit each other's houses.

He's one of the top leading men now. Projects here and there, promotes luxurious brands he had problems pronouncing when he was child. He has a colorful love life too, one that is often followed by flashing lights and intriguing issues.

It all comes to head when he falls out with this particular leading woman. He calls you, sometime around 1:30 am, in the darkness of his apartment. You arrive around 30 minutes later, he's just a block away so, sue you. He reeks of alcohol when he opens the door, not his best moment. But he can always count on you not to judge.

"You know what she told me? " There's a slur in his words as you try so safely guide him to his bed.

"She asked me when did I become someone she doesn't know? Really? Me? I'm not the one who got caught having feelings with my new co-star you know? 'S too ridiculous. "

"Yeah well, tell me how'd you two met again? " You ask in a sarcastic tone, a teasing grin on your lips as you try to put a cold towel on his forehead. He scoffs and laughs, eyes closed.

It's pathetic really, knowing him we'll enough to know where exactly you stand in his life, and still hold on to the undying feeling in your heart. A backburner in the purest form, when looked up in the dictionary, was probably your picture.

"Can you hold me, please?" He whispers, before slowly looking at you with those eyes you grew up with, those eyes you spent your entire lifetime with.

You feel his breath relax as he falls asleep to the rhythm of your chest. You hope he doesn't hear it breaking. You hold him tight, one last time, as you look at the sun rising. The blue hues look lovely, and for a moment you pretend that there wasn't hurt, maybe in another timeline, you both would have this with a different context. You bury your nose in his hair.

You both wake up later in the day. There is a bashful look in him; you don't know what hurts more, waking up alone in his bed or the way he can't seem to look at you in the eyes. You call him out on it and he tries to deny it at first, but you don't know what and when it exploded- he becomes defensive; you become more irritated.

"That's pathetic, man. You call me when you need someone to cry on, 'oh she broke up with me, hold me, I need a friend, and pretend it didn't happen' " You tell him, you might've tried to imitate his voice in a mocking manner just to add that extra impact.

He looks at you as if you just asked him for a duel and he draws his own gun.

"Yeah, well , how is that any different when you call me when you hit a writer's block? 'I just don't know how to perfectly write love, Caleb. I feel like I don't do it any justice, it's so unnatural... ' . Well guess what? You know the real problem? It's because you don't know anything about it! You've only been with yourself waiting for who knows who! What do you know about love anyway?! "

There was a moment of satisfaction when he finishes and there's no retort to be heard. Only a moment, because you stare at him blankly. There's a thin layer of water in your eyes that seems to stare at his would before they silently fall from your cheek. If this was acting, you could've given him a run for his money.

Your shoulders slump as you close your eyes, swallowing thickly before wiping your cheeks with the back of your hands, sniffling as you wipe them against your pajamas. You wet your lips before nodding to yourself. Closure, you think.

"You're right, Caleb."

You brave to look at him. There is a concerned expression in his face that confuses you. You look at him in his entirety, you mull over the things you had tried to do to reach him. You wonder what did it meant to him? Wondered what it meant to you, and what it would mean from now on.

---

There is silence when you leave. But your words replay in his head long after you left.

"You're right, Caleb. What do I know about love? "

[dailynnt]

FRIENDS WITHIN TOUCHING DISTANCE

⊹ Summary: Jungkook and you, his childhood friend, live together in an apartment, sharing space as roommates. Your relationship, built on years of friendship, is gradually becoming strained by growing sexual tension. You decide to become friends with benefits, trying not to complicate your feelings. But Jungkook's world is not so simple. When you begin to realize that he is hiding something, you open the veil of his double life - a world of mafia, criminal activity, and risk that could ruin not only your deal, but everything you valued in each other.

⊹ Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ Fem!Reader

⊹ Characters: The Reader, Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Min Yoongi, Kim Seokjin, Kim Namjoon, Jeon Hoseok.

⊹ 🔞 Age restrictions: 18+

⊹ 👩🏼‍❤️‍👨🏻 Relationships: ⚤

⊹ 📘 Number of part: 3/30

⊹ 🖇️ Tags: best friends, friends with benefits, slow longing, sexual tension, protected sex, unprotected sex, alcohol, drunken sex, inexperienced main character, mafia au, illegal trade, deaths of minor characters, weapons, swear words. Tags will be added as the story is written.

⊹👩🏼‍💻 From the author: Guys, I did it! I wrote this part faster than I thought I would. I read it myself a few times to make sure it was okay, and I think I liked what I saw here. Hot? I think so! Let me know if you liked it, because I'll be nervous! I'm going to feel a little pressure😣 The next part will be a continuous fuck😅🥵

⊹ ⚠️ Warning: English is not my native language, so there may be mistakes in the text. Please don't get mad at me too much! Those under 18, please don't read this story!

⊹ 📋 Tag list: @myjungkookthighs, @notsevenwithyou (If anyone wants to be in my tag list let me know)

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Part 3. The most real type.

It was snowing outside. Abundant and paw-like, it quickly turned everything white. You were standing outside, but you hardly felt the cold. Perhaps it was because of the snow, or because you were drunk. It was a challenge to stay on your feet. But your situation was improved by Jungkook, who was the most sober of your group.

You went outside to get a taxi for Taehyung, who was almost unconscious, and Jimin, who had been drinking heavily. When the car arrived at your request, you insisted that you also go with Jungkook and help him send his friends to home.

Jungkook effortlessly sniffed Taehyung into the back seat of the car. Luckily for him, Jimin was able to get into the taxi by himself. You wanted to say goodbye to your friends, but your legs wouldn't hold you. So now you're standing by the pole where Jungkook put you and told you to wait for him.

After staying outside for a while, you began to feel the cold, which helped you sober up. That way you could see Jungkook's figure more clearly as he approached. When he approached, you stretched out your arms to him and tried to take a step, but stumbled. Strong arms picked you up, saving you from falling on the cold curb. You smile broadly. You realize how clumsy you must look right now, and it makes you want to laugh even more.

"Baby, you're completely drunk!" - Jungkook laughed, steadying you so you wouldn't slip again.

"No, I can stand on my feet, it's just slippery because of the snow." - You protested. You jokingly pouted your lips to look offended. Jungkook continued to smile at your pout. His low laugh came from somewhere in the back of his throat.

"It certainly is." - You laughed too, and stared mesmerized at your best friend who held you in his arms. For the second time that day. But this hug was more pleasant than the one in the morning.

You remember Jungkook telling Taehyung earlier today that you two could have sex if you lived together. Also you remember almost choking on a rice bun when you heard that. This guy must be out of his mind to say something like that. You already live together. But no one knows about it.

Then you protested very loudly. Not only did you almost die because of that bun, but you had Jungkook throwing around theories so confidently. You said then that this would not have happened under any circumstances, maybe if only you were the last people on earth.

"Can you walk, or should I carry you?" - Jungkook pulled you out of your memories. He was also drunk, but you couldn't tell by his face. Jungkook was resistant to alcohol and the half a liter of soju he drank didn't affect him at all. Unlike you, but you drank more. Jungkook threatened that he wouldn't carry you in his arms, but here he is. He's standing there, smiling sweetly at you, waiting for your answer. No matter what he says, he always takes care of you when you need it. And maybe that's what attracted you to him the most. He was attentive to your every need, and when you needed him the most, he magically appeared next to you.

"Yess, carry me!" - You were excited and your eyes shone. "It's not far, and I'll help you pump up your arms so you don't lose muscle." - You said, making Jungkook laugh out loud again. You're so cute when you're drunk.

Being outside, where it was cold and still snowing, your mind was becoming more and more clear. Jungkook's shoulders were warm and too comfortable. You wish he had carried you forward in his arms, so you wouldn't have frozen from the wind blowing in your face while you were riding the bike. Jungkook sometimes corrected you when you slipped. His arms were around your hips, and you wrapped your arms around Jungkook's neck to steady yourself.

"Jungkook-ah!" - You called to him. Your friend's eardrums were hurt again.

"Honey, don't scream, you're on my shoulders, not a thousand miles away." - Jungkook said gently. You giggled.

"Isn't it hard for you to carry me?" - You asked.

"Not at all, you're very light!" - Replied Jungkook playfully. You calmed down because for a moment you felt sorry for him. Jungkook is dragging you around in this weather, fully dressed in winter and drunk. But it's better to ride on his shoulders than to walk.

"We are almost there." - Jungkook said.

A few more minutes passed and you were on your way to your apartment. Jungkook helped you to your feet once you were in the elevator, and you walked the rest of the way to your apartment door.

The warmth of the apartment immediately enveloped you as soon as you crossed the threshold. You went in and stood at the threshold. You enjoyed the comfort of the warm apartment, but not for long. Jungkook was behind you, closing the door. You froze too close to the front door, and so that Jungkook could also be in the inside and close the door behind him, he literally pressed himself against you.

"Baby, move, why are you like a fossil?" - You heard somewhere above your head. You turned your head in the direction of the voice coming from behind you and faced Jungkook's face. To your surprise, he was so close that there was almost no space between you. You stared at each other for a few seconds and suddenly you said.

"Help me undress!" - Jungkook raised his eyebrows, and a playful smile appeared at the corners of his lips.

"Do you want me to take off your clothes completely or just your outerwear?" - He asked. You hummed lazily. He was teasing you again.

"Would you like to undress me completely? Or not... what am I offering you, I'm not your type, you'll probably be bored." - You mocked. Turning away from Jungkook without seeing his reaction, you stepped forward and began to take off your sneakers and jacket at the same time.

Your friend rustled his outerwear as well. You threw your hat and jacket on the nightstand and drunkenly walked to the couch. You flopped down on it and relaxed. Jungkook went to the kitchen. He took a beer out of the fridge and came to you. You looked up with difficulty and saw him pouring a can of beer into himself sip after sip. His Adam's apple moved in time with each gulp. You noticed Jungkook's neck, it was so welcoming to kiss. You were getting carried away, is it possible to think about such things with Jungkook? But he wouldn't know anyway.

Your friend stopped only when most of the liquid had gone into his stomach and he ran out of air. He flicked his tongue with great relish to better taste the beer. Jungkook noticed you watching him. You moved toward him to take the rest of the frothy drink, but Jungkook stopped you.

"Don't do that. If you cover the soju with beer, you'll vomit." - He warned. You grimaced and flopped back on the back of the couch.

"Same here..." - You grumbled irritably. "Shove your care up your ass!" - Jungkook focused his gaze on you as he put a can of beer on the coffee table. He took off the hoodie he was wearing, leaving him in a T-shirt. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched him greedily as he threw his clothes over his head, his T-shirt caught on the hoodie and you could see his perfect abs. He sat down next to you so that your thighs were almost touching.

"When I was carrying you on my shoulders, you think in another way of my care." - Jungkook lamented with mirth in his voice. You looked at your friend with a frown. "You were supposed to be the one taking care of me."

"I said I would do it only on condition!" - You reminded him.

"How exactly can I make you feel good?" - Jungkook continued your dialog. You knew how he could make you feel good, but he said that you were not his type and nothing would happen between you. And then he said that if you could live together, you could sleep together. These two opposing opinions annoyed you. You had to figure out what was true and what was a lie.

"Forget it." - You said. "Better explain your theory that you so arrogantly assumed." - Jungkook turned to you with interest.

"Taehyung asked theoretically, so I answered theoretically." - Jungkook defended himself.

"So in your opinion, we would sleep together if we lived together. But, hey genius, we've been living together for three months now and as you can see, we're not having sex." - You explained.

"We're not, but it could happen anytime." - Jungkook said decisively. You followed your friend's hand in a slight daze as he took another sip of beer. This is a serious statement.

"How can this happen if I'm not your type?" - You tried to figure it out. Jungkook's self-confidence in such statements outraged you. He says it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. But the problem is that you are friends, and best friends at that. If you start having sex, you can't be friends as you were before. Such thoughts put pressure on you.

"I also said you were beautiful and hot." - Jungkook reminded you. You laughed hysterically. But those words flattered you.

"Yes, I remember that. But explain to me how you can think a girl is beautiful and sexy, but she's not your type?" - Jungkook poked his cheek with his tongue. It showed he was slightly irritated. You hated it when he did that. Because it made you think dirty things. "In my opinion, someone you find sexy and beautiful automatically becomes your type." - You finished without letting Jungkook answer.

"I don't understand what you're trying to say. What was I supposed to say?" - Your best friend said nervously. "Y/N is beautiful and so fucking hot, I should have fucked her a long time ago?" - Jungkook sounded more sarcastic than angry.

"No." - You said, trying to think straight after Jungkook's words. "You should have said something like what I said. I didn't say you weren't my type!" - Jungkook suddenly laughed slyly. You didn't realize what you said was funny.

"Does that mean I'm your type?" - Your friend asked.

"Um, well..." - You trailed off, afraid to admit that you are. He is the most typical type for you.

"You see, you can't say, but it's obvious. I'm really very attractive, you can't help but like me!" - Jungkook said slyly. You felt your heartbeat quicken and your ears ring. Embarrassment completely took over. "So it's true that you dream about me every night?" - He mocked. "You probably imagine me kissing you, running my hands over your body. How I get the upper hand and you give in so easily?" - Jungkook was rapidly approaching you, and all you could feel was panic. He stopped when your faces were separated by a few centimeters. His gaze fell on your lips. Could this really happen? Does Jungkook want this as much as you do?

"More like your thoughts." - You teased, trying to somehow escape those seductive lips and intoxicating intimacy. "So detailed." - You laugh into his lips. "Confess how many times have you fucked me in your mind?" - Jungkook suddenly grabbed you and pulled you to him, and you hit his strong chest.

"You have such a long tongue. You should be more careful what you say!" - Said Jungkook in a low voice. You felt excited to be so close to your friend. You tried to control your breathing.

"Your tongue is much longer than mine, Jeon, you should use it in a different way." - You joked with a mocking tone in your voice.

"Do you want to know what my tongue can do?"

"Do you have something to interest me?" - You did not give up. There was tension between you, and neither of you wanted to make the same move. But you knew you were going to hold out to the end. Jungkook, the one who should be first. He exhaled an exasperated breath, but didn't let go of you. Your gaze flickered across his face. Damn, if it weren't for your fucking pride, you'd be throwing kisses at him right now.

"Shit that. I'd fuck you right now. But we're both drunk. I don't want you to regret it in the morning when you're sober." - Jungkook said seriously. You only heard what you wanted to hear, and the thought of Jungkook wanting to fuck you overshadowed everything else he said.

"If you want to, why are you waiting?" - You whispered. Jungkook's eyes darkened. His desire was too obvious.

"You're virgin. Aren't you saving yourself for the prince?" - He asked. You started to get angry, because you finally wanted this guy who was holding you so close to him to get down to business, but he kept talking.

"I don't." - You answered quietly. Maybe all the time you've known Jungkook you've been saving yourself for him? "Who better than best friend to help me learn about all the delights of sex? So are we going to keep talking like this or are you going to do something?" - You were pushing Jungkook to act. He was staring at your lips, hesitating to kiss you. He had to make sure that you were ready to deal with the consequences of your actions.

He touched your face, resting his palm on your cheek. His fingers slid down to your cheekbone, and he touched your lips with his thumb, enchanted. Jungkook lightly ran it over them, as if he wanted to test their softness. You watched with interest and almost undisguised desire.

"There will be no turning back once we do this." - Jungkook said slowly and carefully. He stopped his finger at the corner of your mouth. "You have to think carefully. Because I'm going to take your virginity. I'm going to do something to you that might scare you. I want you to understand that if you give yourself to me, I will do whatever I want with you. And you won't be able to run away from me." - Jungkook's voice was low, slightly his own. He spoke seriously without a hint of joking. His words ignited your desire even more. You are like a moth flying into a fire. You have to think about everything. That if you let this happen, your friendship will no longer exist.

Maybe it will be, but not the same as before. He put all the responsibility for your relationship with him on you. But he was the one who provoked you. Or was it you?

What happens if you tell him to stop? You laughed to yourself. Are you a fool to say no to a guy like Jungkook? You admit that during the three months you've been living under the same roof, you've wanted Jungkook to pay attention to you properly. You wanted to be in the shoes of every girl he brought over. That's why you were constantly irritated. Of course, your busy schedule at the university and lack of sleep were also part of your constantly bad mood. But the main reason was this damn hot best friend of yours.

You didn't allow yourself to admit that you liked him. You justified it all by saying that you're just comfortable around Jungkook because you've known him since childhood.

Unfortunately for you, you can't think straight because you're drunk. You're driven by alcohol, a strong desire that nothing can quench. You need Jeon Jungkook and you can't do anything about it. You don't think about the consequences. Maybe you'll feel embarrassed tomorrow, but you definitely won't regret anything.

Finally, having made a decision in your drunken head, you answer.

"Do you really think I can think straight right now?" - Jungkook smiled softly at your words. "But I know exactly what I want right now." - You licked your dry lips. This gesture made Jungkook's eyes return to your plump lips. "I want you to do what you promised."

A moment that seemed like an eternity. And then you felt Jungkook's lips capture yours.

You felt euphoria in its truest sense. You were dizzy, but with each intense movement of Jungkook's lips, you finally realized what was happening. You were responding to the kiss with no less desire.

Jungkook stopped, he suddenly and very skillfully put you on his lap and kissed you again. This time he used his tongue. The hot touch of his tongue, asking for your mouth, you could not stop him. Opening your mouth, you allowed your tongues to connect. It was an absolutely crazy feeling. The kiss was so passionate that you moaned into Jungkook's mouth without will. This excited you both even more.

Jungkook's hands were on your buttocks. He stroked and squeezed them while continuing to kiss them. You pressed yourself tightly against his crotch. Feeling aroused, you began to rock on his hips, dreaming of creating the right friction to ease the sweet torment. He hissed as you continued grinding him for a while.

It was so natural to sit here on couch of Jungkook's home, and from more recently your home. It was where you had sat in each other's arms many times and watched a movie, or where you often napped after staying up late after school talking to a friend on the phone. Could you even imagine for a moment that you would be sitting on top of your best friend, in this couch and trying to orgasm, rocking on his hips?

Jungkook groaned. You felt yourself getting too wet. Your underwear was completely soaked. But you didn't care, because it wasn't important right now. Jungkook's lips and his growing erection were all you could think about.

Jungkook pulled away from your lips and moved to your neck. You stopped and let him kiss you there now. The throbbing between your legs made you want more.

Jungkook left wet marks on your neck. In the most tender places, he sucked in your skin and you were crazy about the slight pain that accompanied each kiss.

When he was done with your neck, Jungkook realized that he didn't like the fact that you were still dressed. Without warning, he took off the sweatshirt you were wearing for today's trip to the restaurant. He also casually unzipped your jeans.

First, he removed your bra with one deft movement. Your breasts were freed from the pressure of the bra and you were instantly covered in gooseflesh. Either from the cold or from Jungkook's touch. He stared at your breasts for a second, and then a cheeky smile appeared on his lips. Without wasting too much time, he touched your nipple with his tongue.

Jungkook sucked on your tender bud, making you feel a slight pain that intensified your already intense need. He did the same with your other nipple. You moaned louder than you meant to, drawing your friend's attention. He took your mouth again and started kissing you. Now you needed those lips. You couldn't imagine how you could have lived without those soft lips and skillful tongue.

You gasped into his mouth when he reached under your jeans and panties and touched your needy clit. He made smooth, light movements on it. You thought you were going to go crazy from these previously unknown sensations.

Jungkook was smiling right into your lips. It was a fucking delight to see your face. Red with excitement and alcohol. Your eyebrows are furrowed with the ecstasy he's giving you as he caresses your clit.

"You're so wet for me, baby." - He whispers into your lips. "Do you like the way I touch you?" - He asked in the same soft voice, still moving his fingers. You breathed out a "yes" unable to speak clearly.

His bulge was already large. The pants he was wearing had been comfortable before, but now they were painfully tight. You instinctively moved your hips as Jungkook touched your center.

He captures your mouth again. Your tongues intertwine and feel so natural together. You put your hands in Jungkook's hair and tug gently. You even have time to think about how soft they are before realizing that you might come soon.

"Jungkook..." - You whimper. You need to say you're going to come.

"Are you going to cum, beautiful?" - Jungkook asked in a hoarse voice.

"God, that mouth" you thought. His well-chosen words are boosting your ego.

"Then do it for me... cum right on my fingers!" - You weren't ready to hear such dirty things, but it was so sexy and appropriate at that moment that you couldn't hold back any longer. You came. Just like he asked. You could feel your clit shuddering and Jungkook's fingers still holding it. You fell back against his shoulder, catching your breath.

You were trying to recover. You had just come. Your breathing was ragged and fast. When the wave of incredible feelings passed, you were a little embarrassed. You raised your head and pulled away a little when you realized that Jungkook wanted to take his hand out of your pants. He pulled his hand out and, to your surprise, put two fingers in his mouth, tasting your juice. You smiled shyly, not expecting to see that.

"You taste sweet as expected." - Jungkook said. You blushed even more.

You crawled onto Jungkook's lap in embarrassment and felt his aroused cock touch you. You looked down between the two of you, and Jungkook followed you. His cock hadn't gotten enough attention and you felt a little guilty, which was only good for you.

You wanted to get off Jungkook, but he grabbed your buttocks.

"Where are you going?" - He asked.

"I think you are uncomfortable with me sitting on you, and I wanted to make you feel good too..." - You said the last words very quietly, but Jungkook heard you. You looked away, nervous. He gently took you by the chin and turned you toward him.

"Do you want to give me a hand job? Or do you want to give me a blowjob?" - Jungkook said playfully.

"I can do whatever you like the most." - You replied shyly. Your voice was trembling a little. Jungkook kept his eyes on your beautiful face. "Fuck, this girl is going to drive me crazy. How can she be so cute and sexy at the same time?" he thought.

"I like blowjobs better." - He said, and you suddenly realized what you had to do. You panicked and smiled nervously. Of course, there's no turning back, if Jungkook wants you to do it, you'll do it. He also has to have his share of fun.

"Are you going to tell me how to do it right?" - You asked hopefully. You've never had sex before, and you've only heard about blowjobs from friends and books.

Jungkook purred with satisfaction. Your shyness and inexperience were turning him on.

"Of course I'll teach you. But do you think I'm done with you?" - He said. Before you could answer, you were already pinned between Jungkook and the couch. He lay down on top of you. The weight of his body pressed down on you pleasantly. Jungkook kissed you lazily, using only his lips. "I'm going to enjoy you completely first, and then maybe you can give me a blowjob." - He said. You smile.

"You already made me come. Do you want to put your cock inside me now?" - Suddenly you have the courage.

"You agreed, so now I'll do whatever I want to you. You will have more than one orgasm today." - Jungkook promised you.

"How?" - You were surprised. You didn't know a lot about sex, how diverse it can be. You thought that one orgasm at a time was enough. To experience this incredible pleasure again? But can you be against it?

Jungkook didn't answer. He knelt down on his knees, not taking his eyes off you. He took off his T-shirt. He froze for a moment and then got to his feet and quickly dropped his pants.

You watched your best friend's actions with interest. His body was pumped up like a fucking masterpiece of perfect muscles and shapes. He looked so great. Those delicious abs, those strong arms. His tattoos, which made him even hotter. But when he took off his pants and you saw the big bulge hidden in his boxers, you silently gasped. It looks big. Will it hurt you a lot when he enters? You didn't know, and you were a little scared.

Jungkook came back to you, but he didn't lie down like he did last time. He grabbed your jeans and pulled them down. In a moment, you were wearing only a thong. Jungkook threw your jeans into his pants.

Not even a second after he undressed you, he planned to leave you naked for good. He grabbed the edge of your black mesh thong and began to slowly pull it down.

When he saw your vagina open, his eyes became absolutely lustful. He looked at you from head to toe, lingering on the most attractive places.

"My God, you are so beautiful!" - Your friend said with admiration. You felt proud at that moment. It feels so good to be liked by him and to hear this admiration in his voice.

"Do you say that to every girl you sleep with?" - You say, a little annoyed.

"I haven't said that to anyone!" - Jungkook said honestly. "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever fucked!" - You rounded your eyes. He's such a liar. He's been telling his friends that he doesn't like you, and now he's saying this. Isn't he being sly?

"Does that mean I'm your type?" - You said, mocking Jungkook. He laughed with a snort. Slowly, he approached your lips.

"You're my the most real type." - He confessed. You felt thousands of butterflies settle in your stomach.

"So now that we're clear, I'm going to eat you." - Jungkook said. You didn't understand. He bit your lips and after that went down to your cunt. He picked up your buttocks and moved more comfortably.

"Hello, beauty, you're mine now!" - He said to your pussy. "Spread your legs wider for me." - Jungkook ordered. You didn't know what was going to happen next, but it was so damn tempting and sexy. You did as he asked and opened your legs wider. As soon as Jungkook touched your clit with his tongue, you realized that you had completely lost yourself.

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[the-winter-spider]

Yours, Always | Part Twenty-Two

Bucky x reader AU

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: angst??? fluff???

A/N: So sad this fic is gonna be done in a few more parts, im thinking before 30 parts lol but we'll see.

Masterpost

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The morning creeps in slowly, gently.

Golden sunlight filters through the thin hotel curtains, washing over the tangled sheets and the curve of bare shoulders. It warms the quiet, soft, reverent as if the world itself knows not to disturb what’s still fragile.

Your cheek is pressed against the steady rise and fall of Bucky’s chest, the muted thump of his heartbeat anchoring you like it always has. His arms are wound around you like muscle memory like they never forgot how to hold you, even after all this time. Even after all that silence.

You shift slightly, your lashes brushing his skin as your eyes flutter open. His scent…cedarwood, old leather, something softer underneath fills your lungs. Comfort, wrapped in nostalgia.

He’s already looking at you.

“Morning,” you whisper, voice cracked and raw from sleep and maybe from all the crying you did in this same bed just hours ago.

He breathes a slow, quiet sound that almost resembles a laugh, but it’s too tender to be anything but love.

“Morning, gorgeous,” he murmurs, and the gravel in his voice sinks into your bones. His thumb traces gentle, sleepy circles along your bare hip beneath the blanket. “You sleep okay?”

You nod.

Because, yeah. You did. Better than you have in weeks. Maybe months. Maybe since before everything broke apart.

His arms tighten around you for a moment, just a second, just enough to say, I’m still here before he loosens his hold, letting you shift upright. You tug the sheet with you, half out of instinct, half out of shyness, though it’s silly now.

He watches you move like he always has like it matters. Like you matter. Like you’re something precious.

Like you’re something his.

“What’s the plan today?” he asks softly, even though he already knows. You both do. It’s been hanging in the air since last night, since the kiss, since the weight of a thousand unsaid things finally cracked the dam.

You exhale slowly, the breath catching in your chest before it makes it out. “I have to go home, talk to Steve.”

His gaze flickers. His jaw works. But he just nods once and looks away. That silence from him, it’s not disappointment. It’s restraint.

 “Do you… want me to come with you?” The question is a whisper. Not possessive or  jealous. Just offered, soft and steady. Like a hand extended in the dark. Like he’ll follow you anywhere because he made it clear he would. 

You look at him for a minute too long, heart aching with how much he’s always known how to show up without needing to be asked.

You shake your head gently. “No. I think… I think you should go with Sam. I heard him talking about another meeting today. You should go.”

He lets out a sigh that’s half dramatic, half genuine and flops back onto the bed, one arm thrown over his face.

“Can we at least get coffee first?” he groans, voice muffled.

You laugh softly. “Of course.”

You slip out of the bed in one of his old T-shirts, soft, faded, worn with time and love. It hits mid-thigh, smells like him, and for a second, you let yourself pretend this is what waking up with him every morning would feel like.

You tug on your jeans quietly, finger-comb your hair in the mirror, and glance back toward him once you’ve laced up your sneakers.

“You ready?”

He’s standing behind you now, barefoot, sleep-ruffled, arms crossed over his chest but his eyes… his eyes are on you like you’ve hung the stars, like you’re every wish he’s ever made that never came true.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he says. 

Your breath catches. The words hit somewhere deep, somewhere bruised and tender.

You look down, blushing like a girl half your age, lips twitching into a smile you don’t even try to hide. “Shut up,” you murmur, but your voice is soft and your heart is louder.

He just grins, that boyish kind of grin that used to make you fall in love with him in a hundred different moments. “Let’s go.”

And you do.

You walk side by side to the little café around the corner, hands brushing occasionally but never quite holding. It’s soft and familiar. Like slipping back into something that always fit.

He orders your usual without asking.

You sit outside the coffee shop, the late morning breeze curling around your ankles, warm and lazy. Your iced coffee sweats in your hand, the condensation dripping onto your fingers as you lean back in the metal chair, eyes on Bucky.

He’s across from you, one leg stretched out under the table, his sunglasses pushed into his hair, squinting against the light. He’s wearing that grey T-shirt you love, the one that clings to his shoulders and smells like cedar and soap and something purely him.

You’re both quiet for a moment, the sounds of the city moving around you distant sirens, the screech of tires, someone playing saxophone two streets over. It should feel normal. But it doesn’t. Not yet.

“So how’s the house coming along?” you ask, trying to keep your voice light. You sip from your straw. “You and Sam still out there every day pretending you know what you’re doing?”

Bucky huffs a laugh, stretching his arms behind his head for a moment before leaning forward again, elbows on the table. “Sam thinks he’s Bob the Builder now. Keeps telling me I should be grateful he hasn’t installed a karaoke machine in the living room.”

You smile at that, grateful for the warmth of it, the way it softens your chest. “You’d love that, don’t lie.”

“I’d rather be shot again,” he says, deadpan.

You laugh.

He smiles, slow and easy, like he’s soaking you in.

“It’s good,” he adds, voice softening. “The frame’s solid. Plumbing’s halfway done. Electric goes in next week if the guy shows up on time. I already laid out where the stairs are gonna go and the main bedroom’s starting to look like something real. Got these big windows right where the sun hits at six a.m. I remembered you said you liked that… the sun waking you up before your alarm does.”

Your throat tightens, but you don’t say anything. You just look down at your cup, watching the way your finger traces over the rim.

“And the porch,” Bucky continues, softer now. “It’s wide, real wide. Big enough for a swing on one side and a couple chairs. Maybe a little table where you could put your tea in the mornings.”

You glance up at him, heart aching.

“That sounds…” you trail off, swallowing. “Sounds like a dream.”

“It’s supposed to be,” he says. But his eyes drop, and there’s a flicker there. Like he’s holding something back.

“I can’t wait to see it when it's done.”  You settle back in your seat, letting the moment stretch. Letting the silence settle again.

And then it’s time.

You stand from the table. You don’t want to go.

Bucky stands too, and this time when you hug, it’s longer than usual. His hands rest on your back, fingers curling into your jacket like he’s not ready to let go. Your face is tucked against his neck, breathing him in, steadying yourself.

When you finally step away, your chest aches with the absence of him.

He doesn’t say goodbye, just nods.

“I’ll see you later,” he murmurs.

You give him a small smile. “Yeah, later.”

----

The air was crisp that morning, one of those rare, quiet spring days where the world seemed to exhale just long enough for you to catch your breath. Bucky stood on the porch of your childhood home, his hand hovering in the air before he finally knocked. It had been years since he’d stood there like this, without you.

When the door creaked open, your mom blinked at him in surprise. She was holding a tea towel, hands slightly damp, the scent of lemon cleaner still lingering behind her.

“Bucky,” she said with a lift of her brow. “You do know she’s not here, right?”

He chuckled softly, rubbing the back of his neck like he used to when he was sixteen and nervous before taking you to a school dance. “Yeah, I know. Just me this time.”

Your mom smirked, stepping aside to let him in. “God, I’m not used to that. There was a time I couldn’t go a single day without hearing you shout through that screen door, askin’ if she was home.”

He laughed as he followed her into the kitchen, the floorboards creaking under his boots like they remembered him. “Was hoping to ask a favor, actually.”

She glanced at him curiously. “Oh?”

“There’s something I was wondering if I could borrow,” he said, his voice softer now, hesitant.

She folded the towel, setting it on the counter. “Well, I’m not sure what I’d have that could be of use to a man building a house, but ask away.”

He looked at her, eyes full of something warm and aching all at once. “It’s not tools, or anything like that. I was wondering if… if the scrapbook Y/N made, the one about her dream house… if it was still here.”

Your mom blinked. Her lips parted, but no words came for a second. Slowly, she smiled sadly. “She never took it with her. Said it belonged here.” Her voice wavered slightly. “It’s downstairs. Exactly where she left it.”

Bucky nodded once, grateful, and padded down the stairs with the familiarity of someone who had spent more of his childhood in that basement than in his own house. The door creaked open and he stood still for a second, eyes scanning the room.

Everything was untouched.

The string lights still dangled above the desk. Your old records were stacked beside your stereo. A dried-up nail polish bottle lay toppled near the rug. His chest tightened with something too big to name.

The scrapbook was on the shelf, tucked right where she said it would be. He pulled it down gently, thumbing through the pages. There it was, your dream house.

Pages and pages of magazine clippings, messy handwriting, tiny doodles in the margins. Crown molding, wraparound porch. Big kitchen windows. Soft lighting in the living room. A fireplace.

And there, right at the front, circled three times in pink highlighter, a pink front door.

He swallowed hard, a shaky breath catching in his throat as he closed the book and clutched it to his chest. “Got it,” he called, heading back upstairs.

Your mom was standing at the counter, pouring herself a new cup of coffee. She turned when she saw the book in his hands. “You find it?”

Bucky nodded. “Yeah.”

She eyed him carefully and curiously, then asked softly, “Is there anything specific you need it for?”

He didn’t answer right away. Just stared down at the worn cover of the scrapbook. He met her eyes. “I’m building a house.”

She nodded, smiling knowingly. “I know, everyone knows that.” 

“No,” he said, stepping forward, voice thick. “I mean… I’m building that house. Every page, every corner, every window. Right down to that pink front door.”

Her breath caught. “Bucky…”

“I know,” he whispered. “I know it’s crazy. But it’s hers. It’s always been hers and if she ever wants to come back… I want it to be waiting. Just how she dreamed it, she deserves to have them all come true.” 

Your mom’s eyes welled with tears she didn’t wipe away. She walked to him, placing a hand gently over his heart. “That girl,” she said, her voice soft but strong, “was always safe with you. Even when she didn’t know it. I think, deep down, she built this dream for the two of you long before she even understood it.”

Bucky swallowed thickly. “There’s no one else for me. There never was. If it takes the rest of my life, I’ll keep building for her.”

Your mom blinked through a watery smile. “Then build, Bucky. Build the hell out of it.”

He hugged her before he left. A tight, grateful embrace that said all the things he couldn’t.

He walked straight to the local hardware store, placed the scrapbook on the counter, pointed to that pink door, and said, “I need this color matched exactly. It’s important.”

The employee gave him a look.

Bucky smiled. “She’s worth it.”

----

The walk home is quiet.

Your coffee, now melted, sits heavy in your hand. Each step feels weighted, the pavement beneath you echoing the turmoil within. The events of the past twenty-four hours swirl in your mind, conversations, revelations, and the looming discussion ahead.

As you approach the familiar steps of your home, your eyes fixate on the red door. Memories flood back, the playful debate about its color, your desire for pink, and the compromise that led to this shade of red. It was just a door then, but now it stands as a symbol of choices made and paths altered.

Taking a steadying breath, you grasp the handle and step inside. The house is enveloped in an unsettling silence, the kind that amplifies the sound of your own heartbeat.

In the kitchen, Steve leans against the counter, arms crossed over his chest. Shadows under his eyes speak of a sleepless night. When his gaze meets yours, emotions flicker, relief, pain, uncertainty.

You close the door softly behind you, the sound resonating in the stillness.

“Hey,” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.

Steve’s eyes search yours, a storm of feelings evident but unspoken. The weight of the moment presses down, making the space between you feel vast.

Breaking the silence, you ask, “Where’s Lily?”

“At my mom’s,” he replies, his voice steady but distant.

You nod, absorbing the information, then gesture toward the living room. “Have you opened your birthday gifts yet?”

He shakes his head. “Not yet.”

A small, bittersweet smile touches your lips. “You should.”

Moving to the neatly stacked presents, you pick up the one you chose for him. Holding it out, you say, “Lily has one for you too, but she insisted on giving it to you herself.”

Steve hesitates, then takes the package from your hands. Carefully unwrapping it, he reveals a vintage watch, his father’s that you’d taken to be restored. His breath catches, fingers tracing the familiar yet renewed timepiece.

“You didn’t have to do this,” he says, emotion thick in his voice.

Meeting his gaze, you reply, “Of course I did, Steve.”

A heavy pause lingers before he speaks again. “I’m sorry about last night.”

“I know,” you whisper, the weight of unspoken words hanging between you.

He exhales deeply. “This is hard.”

“It is,” you agree, voice trembling. “But why didn’t you talk to me about it?”

Steve’s jaw tightens. “Would it have changed anything?”

“You don’t know that,” you counter, stepping closer. “We owed it to each other to try.”

His eyes flash with a mix of frustration and sorrow. “There was no talking to you about it. You would’ve shut it down.”

“Because I believed in us,” you say, voice rising. “I thought we were worth fighting for.”

He runs a hand through his hair, exasperated. “But deep down, you wanted to be with him.”

Stunned, you take a step back. “That’s not fair.”

“Isn’t it?” he challenges, eyes locking onto yours. “I’ve seen the way you look at him. The way he looks at you.”

Tears well up, blurring your vision. “Steve, I never—”

“Did you sleep with him last night?” he interrupts, the question hanging heavy in the air.

Shaking your head vehemently, you respond, “No. We’re still married. I have decency.”

He sighs, some tension leaving his shoulders. “I’m sorry. That was out of line.”

Swallowing hard, you ask, “Is this really what you want?”

He looks away, voice barely audible. “It’s not about want. It’s about need. We can’t keep living a lie.”

“And Lily?” you whisper, the thought of your daughter causing a fresh wave of pain.

“She’ll always be your daughter,” Steve says softly, his voice steady but sad. His eyes hold yours, unwavering. “We’ll figure out custody, together. But she deserves parents who are honest with her, and with themselves.”

You nod slowly, swallowing down the lump in your throat.

“So this is happening?” you ask, barely above a whisper.

Steve doesn’t hesitate. “Yeah,” he murmurs. “This is happening.”

The silence that follows is thick and heavy. You feel it settle in your chest, low and aching.

“I don’t know how to do this,” you admit, your voice cracking a little. “I’ve never…” You trail off, your breath starting to pick up, panic pressing lightly against your ribs.

He steps forward a little, nodding. “I know, bab—” he stops himself, clears his throat. “I know. I have a meeting later today with my lawyer. You can come with me, if you want.”

You hesitate. “Do I… need a lawyer?”

He shakes his head, gently. “I’m not taking anything from you. I’m not going after you. We just need to figure out the house… and custody.” He says it like it hurts him to say it out loud. Maybe it does.

You nod again, trying to keep your voice steady. “Okay. Yeah. I’ll come.”

Another pause.

“When—how are we telling Lily?” you ask, and your voice breaks just slightly on her name.

Steve lets out a slow breath, his shoulders dropping as he rubs the back of his neck. “I haven’t figured that part out yet.”

The weight of it lingers in the space between you. The reality, the ending.

And the beginning of something else..

The room feels colder, the reality of your unraveling marriage settling in. Yet, amidst the heartbreak, there’s a sliver of understanding, a mutual acknowledgment of love lost and the hope for individual healing.

The red door remains closed behind you, but its significance has shifted. It’s no longer just a symbol of compromise but a testament to a chapter ending, making way for new beginnings.

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The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the cracked sidewalks. A light breeze picked at your sleeves, carrying the smell of grass and summer dust.

You didn’t say much at first.

Not after Bucky ran them off those older boys who thought they were so tough, who called you names and pushed you too hard off the monkey bars. Not after you watched him march straight up to them, fists balled and fire in his little chest, yelling louder than you’d ever heard him yell. You didn’t know a person could make other people back down like that.

He didn’t throw a punch, not this time but the look in his eyes was enough.

Now you were walking home together, backpacks heavy on your shoulders, the silence not uncomfortable… just full. You kept your eyes on the sidewalk cracks, blinking away the last few tears you hadn’t wanted him to see.

Bucky glanced over and saw the way your lip trembled.

Without a word, he stopped walking, nudged your arm, and held out his hand. “Gimme.”

You blinked. “What?”

“Your backpack.”

“No,” you mumbled, hugging the strap tighter to your shoulder. “I’m fine.”

Bucky tilted his head. “I can tell you’re just saying that.”

You sniffled. “It’s not that heavy.”

He didn’t say anything  just reached over, gently tugged the strap from your shoulder, and swung it onto his own. Now he was carrying both his and yours, his little arms sticking out like a scarecrow’s. But he didn’t complain. He just grinned.

“You’ll get used to me looking out for you,” he said matter-of-factly. “We’re gonna be best friends forever.”

You stopped walking, blinking up at him. “Forever’s a long time.”

He shrugged. “Yeah, well. So is the rest of your life. Might as well spend it with someone cool like me.”

You giggled, the sound surprising you, light and sudden. Bucky smiled wider like it was the only thing he wanted in the whole world.

Quietly, you said, “Thank you… for helping me.”

His grin softened into something smaller, gentler. He reached down and brushed some dirt off your elbow with his sleeve.

“Always,” he said. 

---

The room smells like weak coffee and institutional carpet cleaner. Bucky stands in the corner for a beat too long, his hand flexing where flesh meets metal. The air is quieter than usual today, thicker maybe or maybe it’s just him.

Sam’s voice breaks through the hum, gentle and low. “Hey,” he says, clapping Bucky’s shoulder. “You good? She okay?” 

Bucky exhales through his nose. “Yeah. She’s good too… as good as she can be.” His voice is rough, but steady. “She’s strong.”

Sam nods. “She is.” He pauses, then adds, “I stayed with Steve last night. Helped clean up.”

Bucky just nods, eyes not quite meeting his. “That was good of you.”

“Yeah… Steve doesn’t really have anyone else right now.”

Bucky finally looks over. He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t have to.

Sam nudges him toward the circle of chairs. “Come on, let’s sit.”

The group leader, a woman named Irene smiles softly when she sees them. “Glad you’re both here,” she says.

Everyone settles in, some shifting in their seats like they’ve been carrying the weight of this week on their backs.

One of the newer guys, Tom starts. He talks about last night. The fireworks. “They were loud,” he says. “But I was with people. Good people. That helped.”

Sam nods along. “Same, I was at a party,” he says. “Weird, I know. But being around friends, old and new… it helped ground me.”

Bucky doesn’t speak at first. Irene gives him a moment before gently asking, “James? Anything you’d like to share?”

He swallows thickly. His fingers twitch where they rest on his knee.

“I’m building a house,” he says, voice quiet. Gravel-thick. “Out on a piece of land I bought.”

There’s a small murmur of interest, encouraging nods.

Bucky keeps his eyes down. “Some days… my arm doesn’t work the way I need it to. It locks up or it just… forgets it’s part of me, I can't feel it or I feel it too much and I get so angry. I hate it. I wanna stop.”

His voice falters, but he breathes in deep.

“But then I remember why I’m doing it. Who I’m doing it for and the rage passes.” He shakes his head, jaw tightening. “But it still hurts and I don’t get why. Everything’s supposed to be healed, it’s frustrating.”

There’s a moment of silence. Then Irene speaks, soft and certain. “Because physical healing isn’t the same as emotional healing. You can’t metal-plate over grief, James. It’s okay that it still hurts.”

After the session, Sam falls into step beside him. “Why didn’t you tell me it was still that bad?”

Bucky shrugs. “Didn’t want to think about it, didn’t wanna act like anything was wrong.”

Sam looks over. “Talking about it, that’s how you move forward, man.”

They step out into the sunlight. It’s warmer now. Lighter.

“Come on,” Sam says, nudging his shoulder. “I know a place with good brunch.”

Bucky pulls out his phone as they walk and sees your name light up his screen.

Y/N: Meeting with Steve’s lawyer soon.

He replies quickly.

Bucky: You okay?

Y/N: As okay as I can be. How’d the meeting go?

Bucky: Heavy, but good. Think it helped.

Y/N: I’m glad you went.

Bucky: I’d do anything you asked me to. 

Bucky tucks the phone back into his pocket, a little less weighed down than when the day started.

“Still good to eat?” Sam asks.

Bucky nods. “Yeah, let’s go.”

---

The sun hung low in the sky, draping the backyard in a golden haze. It was the kind of evening that wrapped itself around you like a blanket, slow, honey-warm, and infinite in the way only perfect days could be.

Lily’s giggles echoed across the lawn as she bounces wildly on the trampoline, her curls flying, cheeks flushed with the kind of joy only kids seemed to know how to carry. The air smelled like cut grass, grilled veggies, and the faintest trace of Steve’s cologne.

You were sitting on the patio, knees pulled to your chest, a glass of lemonade sweating beside you. Steve was at the grill, sleeves rolled up, spatula in hand, but his eyes were only half on the food because the rest of him was still tethered to you.

“You watching her?” you called.

“I’m watching both my girls,” he said, giving you that crooked grin that always made your stomach do that dumb little flip. “Only one of you’s at risk of setting something on fire, though.”

You laughed, full and light, and he grinned wider at the sound. It was easy, being in love with Steve back then. Before everything shifted. Before the weight of what you’d lost, who you’d lost came crashing back, because it always did.

He brought the food over on a plate a few minutes later, and the two of you sat side by side, your feet touching under the table. Lily kept bouncing in the distance, shrieking every time she caught a little more air than expected.

Steve nudged your leg. “We make good things, y’know?”

You tilted your head. “Like what? Burgers?”

He chuckled. “Like this… life.”

You looked at him then, really looked at him, hair a little mussed, sunburn just starting to dust his nose, eyes impossibly blue and impossibly kind.

“We do,” you murmured, heart heavy with gratitude and something else. Something soft and aching. “We really do.”

He leaned closer, resting his arm behind your chair, his hand brushing the back of your neck. “Do you ever think,” he asked quietly, “that we’re gonna look back on this one day and realize it was the best time of our lives?”

Your breath caught. Not because you disagreed. But because somewhere deep down, you knew he was right. “I think about it all the time.”

And for a moment, you weren’t worried about the ghosts that would one day resurface, or the way the future would rearrange all of this. You were just two people in love, in a sunlit backyard, watching your daughter fly.

It was perfect.

Steve’s hand reached for yours, “Good thing we have the rest of our lives together.”

[asriel-2]

I Can Treat You Better

Paring: Jenna Ortega x Female Reader

Summary: You’re speaking to Jenna about your ex boyfriend that broke up with you. Things seem to escalate from then on.

Warning: Profanity

Authors Note: Ngl, I got lazy and rushed a bit. So I apologize if there is any mistakes.🫡

Words counted: 1.4K

You and Jenna were bestfriends since childhood. No matter the situation you both would be there for each other.

And of course you call her to meet up with you, and talk about your toxic relationship with your boyfriend. Well ex boyfriend.

There was a thing about your best friend that you didn’t know. Jenna had been falling for you hard. Ever since you were kids and it never seemed like her feelings for you would stop anytime soon.

When she heard you got a boyfriend she was absolutely devastated, but she knew that she needed to stay positive and supportive for the sake of your friendship.

So when she heard you guys broke up she couldn’t help, but feel a little relieved.

You’re currently here with Jenna, sitting at a table in a restaurant, gossiping about how toxic he was, while Jenna listens.

“I can’t believe I even dated that guy. He was a fucking jerk. I was just too blind to notice,” You rolled your eyes to the thought of him and grumbled as you took a sip of your drink.

“Yeah, Y/N from the way you described him he is a total asshole, I’m sorry you had to go through that,” Jenna commented.

“I know right!? Who the hell does he think he is, moving on so fast. Actually.. I’m going to see who he decided to leave me for, I feel sorry for them.”

As you pick up your phone to go look you kept on rambling about him, but Jenna still seemed to listen no matter how much you talked, not taking her eyes off you for even a second.

Jenna finally decides to speak again after you’ve been angrily talking about your ex.

“I can treat you better than he can,” Jenna says quietly but loud enough for you to hear.

You then put down your phone, and look at your friend after those words came out of her mouth.

“What did you say, Jen?,” You looked at Jenna Ortega with confusion.

You were so oblivious to Jenna’s feelings towards you.

Jenna finally snaps out of her loving gaze she was staring at you with, and immediately started to think about something to cover up what she just said.

“I meant that he treated you shitty. If I were him I wouldn’t have ever thought of leaving,”

“Oh, exactly! I was such a good girlfriend to him. Still he chose to be disloyal.”

After you said that, there was some silence between you two until you spoke again.

“Yknow I’m so glad we’re friends, Jen,”

As those words left your mouth Jenna couldn’t help, but smile. “Im glad too, Y/N,”

There’s a thing about you that made her fall in love. You always made her feel wanted when she was with you. You were truly a great friend to her. She just wishes you both could be more.

You smile back at her, but then you soon realized that you had to get back to your house, because you were about to have company over.

“Shit! I lost track of time. I’m sorry but I have to leave. I’ll text you when I get home.”

You grabbed your things, quickly pay for the bill, and leave. But not without giving Jenna a hug.

Jenna wished that hug would’ve lasted longer but fully understood you had other places to be. And with that, Jenna also puts all her stuff in her purse and returns to her apartment.

She went ahead and hopped in the shower for 30 minutes, and then went to get dressed in her pajamas to relax.

Jenna checked her phone, and saw the message you left for her 10 minutes ago.

It read, “Me family came. sorre that we could not had talke more longer :(”

jenna saw the message, and texted her back, “No worries. Also Y/N your grammar is awful.”

“Go fuck yourself, Ortega”

Jenna snickers at your response, “no need to get angry Y/N, Im going to go to sleep, love you.”

Jenna texted that, and went ahead to close her phone. She laid down on her bed, about to go to sleep but she had a notification pop up on her screen saying,

“Love u toooo”

Jenna Ortega smiled brightly at the sight, and then went to sleep.

The next morning she was awaken to noise in her kitchen. She lives alone.

She knew being famous would mean meeting crazy fans, but not a person breaking into her home!

The poor girl was already jumping into conclusions.

She quickly grabbed her pepper spray and walked slowly to the kitchen, and saw that the persons back was facing towards her.

The mysterious person turns around when they heard footsteps stop. As they do, they get sprayed in the eye with pepper spray.

It turns out it was just you making breakfast for Jenna.

Once Jenna noticed it was you she immediately threw the pepper spray on the ground.

You screamed in agony as you fell on the ground.

“WHAT THE FUCK, JEN!?”

Jenna may had forgot that she gave you the keys to her apartment.

“Shit! I’m so sorry!”

She quickly ran to get you water. As soon as you got the water you poured it on your eyes, hoping that the pain will go away.

Newsflash, it didn’t.

It still helped ease the pain though. Jenna kept on apologizing as she sat you down in her bedroom.

“Jenna please be quiet, it was an accident it’s fine”

“No Y/N that was completely my fault. I totally forgot that I gave you a key to my apartment. Yknow how fans are these days. Can you at least open your eyes”

“I’ll try,” You say as you opened both of your eyes, but not completely. All you saw when you opened your eyes was Jenna’s face close to yours.

Jenna obviously knew what she was doing but has to stay professional because she was the one who caused this.

“Just wait a few minutes. It’ll feel better. I’m sorry again”

You nodded, and closed your eyes again as your back laid down on Jenna’s bed.

It had been quiet for a few minutes and Jenna went ahead, and broke it.

“Y/N, can I just say something really quick. I know this isn’t the time, but you’re already here.”

You sighed and sat up in Jenna’s bed again, you could now open your eyes again without it hurting like hell, “Go ahead and say it, Jen.”

What you didn’t prepare for is that Jenna was about to confess her whole entire feelings to you.

The girl took a deep breath in before speaking, and she spoke quickly, “Y/N I can’t hold back my feelings for you anymore. I had feelings for you for a while, and I mean, a while. I know this isn’t the proper time, because I just pepper sprayed you, and your boyfriend broke up with you, but I feel like I wouldn’t have an opportunity like this again if I don’t say my feelings for you. I love you I really do. I can treat you better than those guys, if you just gave me the chance to do so.

You stared at Jenna with wide eyes, your mouth open in shock and you trying to process all that she said.

This is why she never spoke about her relationship status, this is why she avoided questions about having an crush, this is why.

It’s all starting to come together now.

You actually did not know what to do in this situation. Your best friend had romantic feelings for you. How could you be this dumb.

But then, Jenna let her inner thoughts win over her, and hesitated before grabbing both sides of your face and pulling you into a kiss.

You were even more stunned when she did that.

You felt her try to deepen the kiss and you instantly pull away.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t deal with this today..”

You quickly get off her bed and leave the apartment.

Leaving her disappointed and guilty on why would she do that and say that.

First your boyfriend broke up with you. Second, you get pepper sprayed by your bestfriend, because she thought you were an intruder. Lastly, that bestfriend confessed her feeling for you, and kissed you.

This is a lot to take in

[bianquitasworld]

maybe a Dave Lizewski x reader period comfort? Ite that time of the month and as always it’s never fun 😔

Rest and Relaxation

Dave Lizewski x Reader

Warnings: None to my knowledge, aside from talks of menstruation.

A/N: I’m on my period right now and I’m literally fighting for my life. 💔

Dave couldn't help but notice the silence in the atmosphere as soon as he entered the apartment he shared with his girlfriend.

Usually, she would be waiting for him on the couch, binge-watching a random show like New Girl or Girlfriends. However, as he walked further into the apartment and looked toward the couch, a pout fell upon his face at her absence.

Dave searched the apartment until he entered your shared bedroom. His eyes fell upon a lump of fluffy pillows on top of your shared bed. A small smile formed upon his face and he let out a breathy laugh.

“H-hey!” His voice is cheery as he walks to flop on top of the large mattress. He reaches a hand out to pull the blanket open enough so he can see you, as soon as his eyes meet yours a small sense of worry washes over him.

You look tired and your forehead creases as if you were in pain and he can’t help but reach out and caress the side of your head lovingly.

“W-what’s wrong love bug?” Dave’s voice is soft and caring. You can hear the genuine concern in his voice which makes brightens your mood slightly.

“Cramps.” You mutter groggily and push the blankets off your face. “They hurt more than usual.” A small frown falls upon your face as you look into your boyfriend’s beautiful alluring eyes. His soft eyes and the sympathetic smile he’s giving you make you want to cry. Your emotions are everywhere and the pain in unbearable.

His brows furrowed as he looked at you. “Oh! Do you need anything? Do you need pads? Tampons? Diva cup? Chocolates? Midol? Heating pad? Water?! You have to stay hydrated ya know’?”

Dave’s rambling catches you off guard. His concern is so sweet and the way he’s talking and wanting to do anything to make your feel better.

“No, no.” You shake your head quickly. “I-I’m fine, I’m good..Actually-I think I ran out of pads..”

Dave stands from the bed hastily and grabs his wallet and keys. His glasses fall on the bridge of his nose and he nods and stumbles over slightly.

“I got it! I can like so do that! Right, right.” He nods and speaks loud enough for you to hear. He looks like a man on a mission as he quickly exits the room.

Dave returns after a second with an awkward look on his face, he walks over to you and gives you a quick kiss. “Sorry! I forgot, okay! I love you! I’ll be right back!”

You return the kiss happily. “I love you too!”

After about 30 minutes you can’t help but let concern consume your mind, Dave had been gone for so long and the store wasn’t that far from your shared apartment.

Meanwhile Dave was nervously pacing around the store trying to decide which size pad to get, he forgot to ask and he was far too embarrassed to call you and ask.

His cart is already filled with several of your favorite chocolates, your favorite savory snacks, ingredients to make your favorite comfort foods, teas, apple juices, Miodl, and a new stuffed animal to add to your collection.

He knew his budget was tight, his next pay check wasn’t coming till later in the afternoon. He had to think..maybe he could put back the snacks he had gotten for himself, so he shrugged it off and did! He got you five different sizes and overnight pads and shoved them all into the cart.

He let out a small huff and double-checked everything in the cart and nodded to himself, giving himself a mental pat on the back-a small proud smile on his face.

Dave hesitated for a second, he was trying to decide whether he should go check out through the self checkout or the register. He ultimately decided to choose the register seeing as there was barely any lines and it was faster.

Dave knew you got worried when he was out too long, he started piling everything on to the conveyer belt and look up at the cashier who’s eyes widened at the sight of all the pads and goodies.

Dave only offered an awkward smile and payed once everything was scanned. He bagged it up and quickly headed off to the house, jogging slightly. Dave’s face was filled with a bright smile at the thought of seeing your face and the excitement on it! He could already imagine how happy you’d be!

As he arrived home and carried the bags inside he became alarmed when he heard sobs from the bedroom, he quickly walked over to see you cuddled up with your pet cat, Marylin- a small cat with splotches of white, black, and ginger fur.

Dave looked towards you with concern and then pause when he looked up at the TV and realized you were watching Shameless. He turned back towards you and paused, Oh Brother! He thought to himself.

“Hey-Hey, bug w-what’s wrong?” Dave treated lightly, knowing he had to watch what he says or else he’d probably make it worse.

Dave watches as you sniffle and wipe your eyes. “Fiona raised them to the best of her ability-she was just a kid a-and Monica just thinks she can come in and take that from her. It’s just so sad-“

Dave nods and watches as your cat nuzzles against you. He carefully sits down on the bed and caress the side of your face and kisses your cheek. “Yeah-yeah it is upsetting bug-But it’s okay, alright? I got you something it might make you feel better? Wanna see it?”

Dave pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose and smiles softly. He reaches into the bag and pulls out a medium sized duck stuffy with snorkeling gear on. Dave’s smile widens as he watches your lips curve up into a small smile.

“Davie..You got this for me? Thank you! I love it he’s so cute! Thank you!” You can’t help but pull him in for a kiss and smile at him with nothing but love behind your eyes. You could’ve sworn your pupils were probably the size of buttons right now.

“Oh! I got you your favorite apple juice.”

Dave shrugs like it wasn’t a big deal and smiles up at you.

“Ya know t-the one in the glass bottle?-Oh! Also got you chocolates and chips and some tea, heard that helps with cramps-“

He pulls out a bottle of Midol and shakes it. “More meds for cramps!”

The shaking of the bottle catches Marylin’s attention, she jumps forward trying to pounce on Dave’s hand and completely misses landing on the plushy pink carpet of your bedroom floor. She meows dramatically and exits the room in a stealthy manner.

You let out a small snort, what a drama queen she is. You turn your attention back to Dave and smile at him. He’s the best boyfriend ever and you can’t even fathom how you managed to snatch him up.

“Oh! I-I um I got you pads..I didn’t know what size you were so I got-I got them all-all the sizes..” A blush coats his cheeks. He look up at you embarrassed, his eyes widen as he watches your own eyes water and notices tears streaming down your cheeks, he panicked.

“What’s wrong?! Did I get the wrong sizes? The wrong snacks?! I can go back to the store right now!” He moves to get up but is stopped when you quickly grab his arm and pull him back into the bed with you.

“No nothings wrong! You’re just s-so sweet! You’re so sweet Dave! This is like the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” Your voice cracks and he let out a breath of relief and nods.

“Thank you, this so so sweet..really this is amazing!”

“You don’t have to thank me-i’m just doing what any boyfriend would.” Dave shrugs and pulls you in for a kiss.

You pull away with a dorky smile on your face.

“Also I bought some stuff to make some pasta-“

“If you don’t stop i’m going to cry again-oh my god.” You fan your face with your hands to try and calm down. He’s literally the sweetest man on earth and he’s your boyfriend!

[garciaasfluffypen]

things are changing (and only for the better)

pairing: jemily x adhd!reader word count: 2.8k warnings: dialouge heavy, alcohol use, discussions of ethical non-monagamy/polyamory a/n: please please PLEASE tell me if i get anything about polyamory wrong in this series. i myself am not polyamorous, and i want to do this justice. if i'm doing anything wrong or harmful in my writing please let me know.

it had been weeks since you had a girls night with emily and jj, and you were thanking all the gods out there that you finally got to have one. 

the team had been whisked off on three back to back cases, leaving everyone begging for the weekend off. once it was granted, the first text you got before you even left the office was a message from jj stating “our house, wine, 30 minutes?” with an outstanding “YES PLEASE!!” being sent back within seconds of receiving the text from your favorite blonde. emily and jj had been amazing to you since figuring out about your adhd diagnosis, and knew how deliberating it could be if you weren’t on your medication. the inattentiveness had been your downfall multiple times, but your team knew how to accommodate you and make sure all of your needs were met to ensure you could work at your full capacity. specifically jj and emily. 

being on the medication around the team was very important to you. it was something you had been weary of, keeping them from seeing your adhd funks. it still was something you didn’t want to subject them too just yet. despite being on the team for a few years and being friends with them for longer, you had done a good job at keeping the full nature of your funks away from the team and frankly… you wanted to keep it that way. the only person who had seen you in your funk so far was hotch, but that was because you had fallen asleep at the office on a thursday night and didn’t get the chance to pick up your meds on the way home from work. and besides, you didn’t want to hear it from them, about how stupid you were for not taking your medication when you relied on it to keep your brain from shutting down. it had happened before, you forgot your meds at your apartment and had a date that ultimately ended up in you staying at your exes place. when you woke up the next morning and realized, they were upset when they realized you would be in one of your funks and practically shoved you out the door. 

you’d hate yourself if you lost emily and jj like that. 

you shook yourself out of your thoughts and grabbed the fruit platter you had picked up from sam’s club on the way to the house, heading over to the side door that you knew led straight to the kitchen. emily and jj were quietly talking to themselves by the counter, sending a wave of worry through you. they couldn’t be talking about you, right? they invited you over, they wanted you here, they--

“y/n!” jj’s eyes lit up as she saw you, coming over and pulling you in for a hug. “i was starting to think you didn’t want to come.”

“i wanted to get the fruit platter you guys like.” you sheepishly replied, a red hue covering your cheeks. “i felt bad coming empty handed.” 

“you know you don’t have to bring us anything, lovey.” 

your heart jolted as emily called you lovey, the nickname naturally falling out of her lips. lovey… you liked that.  

“i know, but i wanted to.” you shrugged. “it's the least i can do for all you’ve done with me the past couple weeks.” 

“you having proper accommodations is important, y/n. we want you to be comfortable.” 

you smiled at the brunette. “it means a lot to me, really, and i never really properly thanked you for being so attentive to everything.” 

jj came to squeeze your hand. “you don’t need to thank us. just being here is more than enough.” 

the blush found it's way back to your cheeks as you looked down, barely registering the look emily and jj shared before you felt a finger under your chin, lifting it to make you look into emily’s eyes. that was something new, something she had never done with you before. 

and you… liked it? 

“what were you feeling for dinner?”

“i’m not super picky,” you paused. “on nights like these i typically do something easy like mac and cheese or ramen or something but we don’t have to do that if you guys want something else.” 

emily chuckled, a loving glint in her eye. “if you want mac and cheese, we can get mac and cheese.” 

“i don’t want to make you guys special order me mac and cheese, you really don’t--”

“y/n.” jj locked eyes with you. “it’s on us tonight, promise. go put on your cozy clothes and get comfortable, yeah? we’ll get dinner set.” 

“i don’t want to be a bother…” 

“you’re never a bother, not to us.” jj paused. “is your rejection dysphoria acting up again?” 

“a little bit.” 

“do you want to talk about it?”

“can i get a glass of wine in my system before we talk about it?”

“of course. now go get cozy, i’m ready to curl up on the couch and shit talk all the stupid people we’ve run into over the past few weeks.” 

jj watched you as you chuckled and sauntered off to the main room before quickly turning around and running to grab your go bag before heading back in. emily came up and wrapped her arms around jj from behind, placing her head on the blonde’s shoulder. 

“y’know, this could be the last moments of us without y/n in our lives.”

“emily!” jj swatted at her arm. “don’t you dare say that.” 

“i’m just saying!” emily shot jj a joking look. “considering how they reacted to the finger under the chin, i doubt that will be an issue we’ll need to worry about, though.” 

“i hope so.” jj turned so she was facing emily. “i really like them, i like them a lot. and i want them to know that i can love both of you equally.” 

“and we’ll explain it to them if they decide they want to be our girlfriend, yeah?” emily squeezed jj’s hands. “we’ll take it one step at a time.” 

“do you think they like us?” 

“i would sure hope so, or else they wouldn’t be here.” emily looked to jj. “do you think they don’t like us?”

“it’s hard to tell with them, i’ll be honest. i’m just nervous they’re going to say no and everything is going to be messed up. i don’t even know if we fully explained the polyamory thing to them.” 

“i don’t think we did either, now that i’m thinking about it.” emily bit her lip. “okay so we start with that then.” 

“we start with that.”

emily and jj found a restaurant with something all three of you would want before ordering, making sure it would be there in a timely manner before heading out into the living room. emily went to change into her comfy clothes first, leaving her in a pair of yale sweatpants and an old shirt of jj’s that neither of them knew the origins of. returning with the wine she had been itching to pull out all week, emily plopped herself down on the couch and handed you a glass, smiling at you fondly as you took it while you bounced a mile a minute, talking about something you had seen on tik tok on the jet earlier. jj changed into the flannel pants she had stolen from emily eons ago, a pale blue oversized t shirt sitting on her small frame. jj came and sat on the other side of you, the way the three of you typically sat during girls nights, both women giving you all the attention you could desire while on one of your tangents. 

something was off, though. you could feel the vibe shift about an hour and a half into the night, your meals all discarded on the coffee table while you and emily nursed another glass of wine. jj had opted for her favorite beer at that point, the bottle opener sitting next to an empty styrofoam container with the discards of jj’s meal. your energy slowly faded as the dread started to set in, the rejection sensitive dysphoria feelings coming in full swing. you felt yourself start to get into a daze, fingers playing with the hem of your tee as you stared off into space. it took emily a minute to realize what was happening before she placed a supportive arm around you and pulled you close, placing a kiss to the top of your head. 

“what’s up, y/n?”

“the vibe is off.” you said, quieter than you had been the rest of the night. “something’s wrong.” 

“well, we did want to tell you something.” jj started. “it’s not bad. nothing bad is happening right now, but we were holding off on telling you in case you didn’t…” she paused. “how do i say this without sounding like an asshole?”

“we’re scared that you’ll see us differently after we tell you what we want to talk to you about.” 

“okay…” you looked between them, noticing genuine concern. “i’m gonna need more wine, aren’t i?” 

emily chuckled, the smile you know and love crossing her features. “well, that depends on how you take what we’re about to tell you.”

“i don’t need to be scared, right?” 

“not at all.” jj squeezed your hand, coming closer to you on the couch and leaning into your other side. “unless you see like a ghost or something. then you can be scared.” 

you chuckled. “i doubt there’s going to be a ghost in your house, jayje.” 

“you never know!” jj smiled slightly, glad that you weren’t too deep into the feeling of despair and could joke with her. “all kidding aside, are you in a mental state to have this conversation or do you want to sober up a little bit?” 

“no no, i’m okay.” you nodded. “as long as i don’t stand up. that’s when it’s all going to go to my head.” 

“understandable.” emily rested her cheek against the top of your head. “remember how you saw me talking to tara about that girl i saw who i wanted to get to know?”

“um.. i think so. the one from the coffee shop?”

“exactly.” emily paused. “it didn’t work out, unfortunately, but that was partially because we hadn’t even began talking about this.” 

“so, as you know, we've been exploring the idea of… seeing other people.”  jj piped in, pausing to pick her next words carefully. “but we never fully explained to you what we meant by that.”

“we’ve been exploring polyamory.” it was emily’s turn to pause, gauging your reaction. “the two of us, sharing another partner.”

“cool.” you smiled, relieved it wasn’t something horrible. ”have you found anyone yet?” 

you could have sworn you saw both emily and jj visibly relax. 

“well, thats the thing. we’re not sure if they realized they were being flirted with… or that we’re interested in them that way.” 

you popped a grape in your mouth. “tell me everything, how does this work? wait! tell me about them!” 

emily smiled. “well, they’re easily one of our favorite people ever.” 

“have you known them long?” 

“about five years, give or take. em, when did we meet them?” 

“god, what was it… christmas of twenty nineteen, right?” 

interesting. you met the team in twenty nineteen after penelope dragged you to a girls night just after thanksgiving. what a coincidence. 

“they’ve been friends with us for a while. we’ve only recently started flirting with them about six months ago.” 

jj smiled fondly. “although like em said, we can’t tell if they’ve realized we’re flirting with them yet.”

“so they’re a bit aloof. that’s charming.” you smiled at them. “i’m so glad you guys found someone, i fully thought you guys were flirting with me these past few months.” 

there was an awkward pause. 

“wait… why are you… am i the someone?” 

emily cleared her throat, grabbing for her glass of wine. oh. 

oh.

“i am the someone.” 

“we like you, y/n.” jj grabbed your hand. “more than a friend. and i know that sounds weird, and you can say no- we’re not pressuring you to do anything or make any decisions tonight.” 

“i…” you paused. “how did you… are you guys okay? like, relationship wise?”

“we’re more than okay, i promise.” emily squeezed your other hand. 

“we’ve been talking about it, just the two of us, for a few months.” jj licked her lips. “the only other person who knows is tara, she’s gotten us in touch with a great support group that has everything we need to know about getting started.” 

“both of us realized we wanted something more, but didn’t want to end things at all.” emily explained. “we figured out that both of us had too much love to share with just one person, we wanted to share it with someone else.” 

“so… wait, can i ask questions?” 

“of course, babe.” 

“how would this work? the three of us?” you paused. “you’re… married.” 

“we know it won’t be easy, since you’ll never be able to officially legally be with both of us unless some magical law goes into effect that changes the world's view on polyamory. but, it would be like any normal relationship, but you would get both myself and jj. there would be boundaries and rules, and we would talk about those only if you want to give us a shot.” 

“we would want you to be as happy and relaxed and comfortable as you can be. everything is open to be talked about, especially when it comes to your comfort levels. and like we said, you can tell us to shut up whenever you want and we would.”

“and if i were to ask to kiss emily?” 

“then i would say yes, do it.”

“and the same goes for jj?”

“i would want you to do what makes you the happiest.” jj kicked emily’s shin. “i mean, i’d say yes.” 

“sorry i’m… i’m trying to wrap my brain around this. it’s being slow. you guys like me?” 

emily chuckled. “yes, lovey. a lot.” 

“more than you know.” jj nudged your shoulder lightly. “is that okay? that we both like you?”

“you know i’m queer, of course it's okay.” 

“but are you okay with that?” 

“why wouldn’t i be?” you looked between emily and jj. “have you gotten turned down before?”

“not in this aspect, no.” emily answered. “but yes, i have been turned down plenty of times.” 

“and i dated men in my past.” jj chuckled. “do with that information what you will.”

“yeah… men are stupid.” you chuckled. “okay so, hold on. i’d be dating both of you then?” 

“only if you want to.” 

“we’re not pressuring you at all. you can take some time to think about it-”

“- no no, it sounds really nice. dating both of you.” you smiled. “i just never thought…” 

“y/n, no matter what you think, you are loveable.” jj turned your face to look you in the eye. “you are loveable and you deserve the world.” 

“and we want to give you the world.” 

“we’d give you the universe, if we could.” 

“so what do you need from me?”

“your word.”

jj looked at you, a stern look overtaking her features. gods, did the room just get warmer?

“you tell us yes or no, and we go from there. we don’t want you to-”

“the answer is yes.” you stumbled over your words, jj’s look affecting you more than you thought. “i’d love to be your girlfriend.” 

both emily and jj let out a sigh of relief, bringing you in for a hug. it was real, it was happening. they didn’t read the situation wrong and you liked them back. you liked them back, and you said yes. 

“in that case, as our girlfriend, what do you want to do?” 

“can i kiss you?”

“of course you can.” 

you turned to jj. “and then can i kiss you?”

“please.” 

“then it's settled. i give you some smoochies, we binge ice cream and watch silly reality tv.” you smiled, nodding once. “the perfect night in.” 

emily and jj chuckled at your happiness, bringing you in as close as they could muster. you turned to emily first, placing a small peck on her lips to test the water before cupping her cheek, smiling into the kiss. you then turned to jj, who simply smiled widely at you before meeting you in the middle for the kiss. while it was an interesting scenario, you found yourself feeling comfortable. you were in the arms of two of the most important people in your life, and things were going to change. 

but they were changing for the better.

[zepumpkineater]

I see some analysis about the Sheriff going around so I'll throw my hat into the ring.

Where to begin with ol' Sherry? To me, he's someone with self worth and self loathing issues. I think on a lot of fundamental levels, the Sheriff is not kind to himself. When he looks in the mirror he sees a coward, a backstabber, a liar, a cheat. I think he has a lot of regret for his life leading up to this point.

He was young and naive then when Christoff first approached him and promised him all sorts of amazing things. Yes, the city would fall and people would die, but he'd be a leader, someone important, someone people turn to in times of crisis and worry. A whole hell of a lot more than a mattress salesman. I do think the scratching and groaning of the zeds against the industrial sector walls keeps him up at night, knowing he had at least some part in that. Knowing he gave the order to seal off the industrial sector, a safe haven that could have saved who knows how many lives in the coming apocalypse.

I think he regrets standing there and watching as Christoff used his rifle to pick off nexus core soldiers trying and failing to contain the zed outbreak, watching as the people they fruitlessly tried to protect be torn apart by ravenous zombies. No doubt they were dead anyway, the city was lost for good the moment Phobos died, but... Watching Christoff be so thorough in it's dismantling couldn't have felt good.

Now where is he? Leading this merry band of glorified industrial workers? Producing food and supplies and weapons across all of Nevada, making sure stomachs are filled, militias are supplied and quotas met? Can it even begin to undo the rapid loss of life in the apocalypse he personally had a hand in inflicting? Does it even matter? The nexus core, what's left of them, would have his head either way.

Sheriff is someone who is very, very scared of dying. He has a self preservation instinct, a strong one at that, a luxury many of his fellow nevadeans cannot afford. Someone who was so scared of death that when his time finally did come he summoned all of his willpower and all of his strength and literally climbed out of hell itself so he didn't have to endure another moment of it. It changed him, braving the cold cruelty of the other place. Hardened him, made him stronger, faster, a better shot, but it couldn't change one fundamental thing about him. He will do whatever it takes just to live a moment longer. It's only when his back was to the wall did he ever accept it even for a moment. He exhausted all other options before it was time to face the music.

He's paranoid. He immediately assumed Sanford and Deimos were there to kill him even when they said they weren't, because why would they ever tell the truth? Why would anyone in Nevada be honest with anyone? The last time sheriff trusted anyone even for a second, innumerable amounts of people died. Death swept across the city like wildfire, and very few made it out alive. Trusting people, plain and simply, gets you killed.

But I think under all of those layers of bullet proof armor and a cowboy hat is a man who regrets his past. Wishes the people he shot in the back, no matter the reason, at least had the chance to look him in the eye before he put them down. He fights so hard to live in a doomed world that he knows he cannot save, but he can protect his people and his home, something he maybe should have done 30 years ago. He's an extremely rare and fascinating individual in the callous and cruel world of madness' Nevada.

[baekhyunsbestie]

expanding on baekhyun beating it to his so's pics to say imagine him facetiming her in the middle of it cuz he needs to really see herrrr and ur like hi bby wait why is ur face so concentrated and also why is ur arm moving up and down underneath the camera and OH o_o

omgggg i can picture this sooooo vividly it hurts 😭😭😭😭 i literally had to write about it!!!!

18+/MDNI!! | wc: 1.6k+

you and baekhyun have each other’s locations shared, as couples and loved ones often do these days. he’s currently out of the country for a packed schedule and won’t be back for a few more days. you’ve both adjusted to the chaos of his life, as hard as it can be. but the bond you share? unshakable, no matter the distance or time apart.

tonight, though, he’s lying alone in his hotel bed, missing you more than usual. he knows you had plans with your friends, a rare night out you’ve been needing for a while. he checks the time: 11:30 p.m. back home. too early for you to be back, and he knows it.

still, he can’t help himself. he checks your location.

still at the bar.

he exhales, sinking deeper into his pillow. he doesn’t want to bother you. you deserve this—an escape from the stress that’s been weighing you down. he’d rather you enjoy yourself than feel guilty for being out late.

so instead, he unlocks his phone and opens instagram, likely to doom-scroll through endless posts, letting the minutes slip away as he waits for you to get home safely and for the comfort of your nightly goodnight call.

but then, your story flickers onto the screen, pulling him in, a sudden spark in the otherwise dull scroll.

the first post is a mirror selfie: hair falling just right, effortlessly perfect, makeup soft yet glowing, and that simple black dress—one of his many favorites—clinging to your curves in all the right ways. when he notices the timestamp, a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. you sent this to him first. it’s a small gesture, but it makes his heart swell.

the next slide is a quick clip of you and your girls, all glammed up, drinks in hand, raising your glasses with laughter as the music blares in the background. your happiness is so tangible, so infectious, and it warms him to see you this carefree.

then, there’s a repost from your friend. it’s a grainy but adorable video of you and her dancing, swaying in sync with the beat. the way you playfully twerk on her, both of you giggling uncontrollably, is far from suggestive—just two besties reveling in the moment.

but baekhyun is a man. and men? they think with their dicks.

his mind wanders, lingering on the way that dress clung to you, the way your body moved. and now, no matter how much he tries to focus on how happy you look, he’s suddenly cursing the miles between you, wishing for the kind of proximity that doesn’t involve a screen.

he checks the time again: 11:37 p.m.

the urge to reach out to you—text, call, anything—burns hotter with every passing second. he’s jittery, restless, the kind of edgy that leaves his leg bouncing uncontrollably. would you even answer if he called? the thought gnaws at him. god, he misses you. he misses the nights you’d stumble out of bars, dialing him with drunken, slurred words. how you'd insist you weren’t done drinking because the only thing left on your menu was him.

shit. the memories alone have him stiffening in his bed, blood rushing south faster than he can stop it. the sound of your drunk giggles, your uninhibited honesty spilling out between hiccupped words. the way your hands would roam without permission, needy and brazen. he exhales a shaky breath. the ache in his boxers is unbearable now.

he can’t take it anymore.

his fingers unlock his phone, navigating to the photos app to access the hidden folder only you know about. his secret stash. a digital gallery of you: alone, with him, under him, and on top of him. his free hand drifts to his leaking cock as his thumb swipes through the memories.

you knew about this folder, of course. you had your own—filled with matching treasures. you both had this shared indulgence, a mutual obsession. pictures and videos from every angle: your hands clutching the sheets while he buried his face between your thighs. you straddling him, his camera catching the perfect view of your curves. shaky, raw footage of backshots, his hands leaving fiery-red imprints on your skin as you moaned his name into the mattress.

you needed these to survive the nights apart, a remedy for the distance that stung like a wound that wouldn’t heal.

truthfully, even if you saw each other every day, you’d still keep these folders. you both had a thing for cameras, for the thrill of capturing your rawest moments together.

his fist wraps around his length, the other clutching his phone as he presses play. it’s a video of you riding him, your hips grinding against him in a slow, torturous rhythm. the camera shakes slightly—it’s shot from his perspective, the faint tremble of his arm betraying how badly he was already losing it then.

his lips part, breath hitching, and his heart pounds loud enough to drown out the rest of the world. but it’s not enough. it never is. he needs more.

he needs you.

he taps the screen, fingers shaking as he hits 'facetime.'

you answer on the second ring.

it’s 12:55 a.m.

your face comes into view, filling the screen with a teasing smile as you nudge open the door to your shared penthouse. the faint hum of city lights spills in behind you, but all your attention is on him. one glance is enough—his brows are knitted together, lips slightly parted, the cool glow of his phone illuminating his face and glistening off his glossy lips. you know exactly why he’s calling.

“hi, baby,” you slur, voice syrupy with just enough bite, “i miss you so much.”

“i miss you too, my angel,” he exhales, his voice barely more than a whisper, chest rising and falling in measured, aching pulls. from where you stand, you see everything—the way his shirt clings to his body, damp in all the right places, the faint quiver of his lips holding back words he’s too desperate to say. the sound of his breath, uneven and needy, fills the air between you. his gaze burns, molten and consuming, pouring his hunger into every inch of your skin.

you giggle, a sound light and teasing, as you saunter toward your shared room. "i can tell, lover."

his smile is shy, almost boyish, but not enough to stop the slow, steady stroke of his hand over his aching length. "home already?"

you nod, a quiet hum slipping past your lips as you step into the closet, the soft shuffle of your feet muted against the carpet. your fingers trail over the familiar fabrics until they find your favorite pajamas. as you pull them from their place, you cross the room to the dresser, propping your phone against its edge. the glow of the screen bathes the space in muted light, capturing him on the other side—his hand moving with practiced rhythm, his flushed face a picture of unguarded bliss, every gasp and twitch drawing you deeper into the moment.

"ya looked so beautiful tonight. fuck—" his words falter, the shaky gasp making your thighs press together. "y’know i love that dress on you. can’t believe i wasn’t—hah—there to fuck you in it."

you grin, a wicked curl tugging at the corners of your lips. “i could keep this dress on a little longer for you if you’d like me to, baekhyunie,” you purr, your voice a delicate weave of honey and innocence, teasing just enough to leave him craving.

his breath hitches, a sharp exhale breaking free as his head falls back, throat exposed in a display of surrender. “hah— fuck, s-say that again,” he rasps, eyes clenched shut like he’s bracing himself against the tidal wave you’ve unleashed. his hand moves faster now, the slick sound of his strokes filling the space between you.

you tilt your head, feigning naivety, your eyes wide and sweet like sugar dusted cherries. “huh? say what, baekhyunie?” your voice lilts with mock innocence, the act so it’s almost cruel.

as you shift, the delicate strap of your dress slips, baring your shoulder and collarbone—a canvas of temptation. soft, lickable, and oh-so-bitable. baekhyun's gaze sears through the screen, his mind unraveling with reckless fantasies, aching to bridge the distance and claim you, over and over again, losing himself in you until the sun rises.

the sight of you, the way his name drips from your lips—it’s his undoing. his rhythm falters, the once-steady motion of his hand becoming erratic, desperate. he’s unraveling, and you can see it in the furrow of his brow, hear it in the staggered cadence of his breath. you lean closer, your voice dropping into a sultry whisper.

“gonna cum f’me, baekhyunie?”

the way your voice softens his name, rolling off those plush lips, breaks him into pieces. the sensation crashes over him, an overwhelming rush that leaves him shaking, the heat of his release spilling in thick, white streaks across his toned stomach, splattering his shirt in wild, chaotic lines. your name escapes him in a breathless murmur as he rides the last tremors of his high.

you smile, satisfied with the mess you’ve made of him, the power you wield with nothing but your voice and a knowing glance.

as he comes down, his chest heaving, baekhyun peels his ruined shirt off, using it to clean himself up. when his face reappears on the screen, there’s a glint of mischief in his eyes, a wicked curve to his mouth.

“your turn, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice still rough with pleasure.

[tiredcatboysinc]

Work Night

I get up for work in like 30 mins. I'm gonna go eat breakfast pasta -Eddie🐶

Summary: "YOU'RE HOME!! OhhHHHhh... You smell so nice... IM SO GLAD YOU'RE HOME, DArLING!!" Doe giggled and squirmed as he pressed himself evercloser to you, as if trying to mold his face into your neck.

Warnings: Cursing, Doe being a lil freak as normal

Words: 754

ao3

You know, before you started working in Uncanny Valley, you truly thought this would've been an easier job than your last, it's just a damn gas station. It should've been easier than your last job, barely anyone came in the fucking store on half your shift!! But god... The people that had come in? It almost made you wished you'd never moved here... Almost.

You wouldn't dare think about leaving Uncanny Valley, not now - not when you had a special little freak to get home to. No, you couldn't leave, no more how much your job bugged you, and no matter how much some of the people bugged you.

You made decent money, so it wasn't all bad you guessed... Whatever, it didn't matter, you could complain later, when you were laying in the overheated and overbearing hold of your partner - Doe.

Yeah, that would make this day better...

You smiled thinking about it, the sticky air of the bus seeming not so bad now. A quiet, inaudible hum, left you as you dug for your phone in your bag, you hadn't let Doe know you were on your way home yet.

Sleepily your fingers typed in your passcode, swiping open the device and clearing all those pesky social media notifications. Your eyes dragged around the screen, a quiet yawn escaping you as you did.

The bus air always made you sleepy, maybe it was humidity or something - you weren't particularly sure. Either way, you felt like you might fall asleep standing up at this point - heavy eyes barely glancing over your words as your typed with slowed movements. God, maybe you did need a different job... Solely for the purpose of not having to take the melatonin air infused bus every morning and night.

As you typed out your short text to Doe the feeling of the bus coming to it's halt almost didn't register, only did you process it when other people had started to leave - making you scramble off as well, already well aware this was your stop.

Another sleepy yawn left you as you walked the much cooler street, having now told Doe you were almost home.

It always amazed you how fast he replied, as if he was staring at the phone you'd gotten him, waiting, never batting a lid in fear he'd miss when you were typing. It was cute, in an overly obsessed and clingy way - But hey, you wouldn't be dating this freak if you didn't like that about him.

A smile crept up your face as you ascended the apartment steps, hand grazing the railing before falling off. The metal was cool, sending a nice tingling up your spine from your overheated skin. A shower would be nice, you thought, as your keys jingled in your palms, but you knew Doe would sob and whine - protesting until he was hoarse just so you wouldn't.

...You could figure that out later.

Right now, you had Doe barreling at you, practically glomping you as you opened the door, and almost knocking you straight to your ass.

"YOU'RE HOME!! OhhHHHhh... You smell so nice... IM SO GLAD YOU'RE HOME, DArLING!!" Doe giggled and squirmed as he pressed himself evercloser to you, as if trying to mold his face into your neck. He inhaled every inch of you that you'd let him at the moment, which only lasted about .5 seconds before you were hauling him to his feet - chuckling with affection and only slight embarrassment.

"I know you're glad to see me, honey... I'm glad to see you too... B-" Doe almost screamed at your words, wrapping his unnormally long and lankey arms around you. He squeezed you tight, hands clawing at the back of your work shirt.

"YOU MISSED MEE.. OoooHh, you MISSED me... I'm so happy you missed me... You should miss me MORE so I can hug you more!!!!" He giggled and squawked, practically vibrating out of his shell.

You could only sigh, shaking your head playfully while giving him a light shove towards the apartment. "Yeah, yeah... Come on, lover boy, I've missed you alright... Now come on, let's go lay down." A half yawn have groan left your lips, hand fumbling back for the door handle as you did so.

The door slipped shut, allowing you to freely place a kiss to Doe's cheek - grinning at the way his pupils pulsed and swirled.

"I think you deserve some cuddles for being so good today, and not stalking me at work like I asked."

[littlemisslomax]

if (Crush), return NEO;

college!pre-matrix!Neo x fem!Reader ch. 1 - choking on words inspo: @discoscoob 's College Neo Bot!

1993

It was a cool and breezy fall day at MIT; the sun shone, birds chirped, and students were all around the populated campus, getting to class or just meandering about.

Well... All students except for one: Thomas Anderson. A junior at this prestigious school, working towards his bachelor's degree in Computer Sciences and Engineering with a concentration in C++. He sounds very studious, doesn't he? Yeah, you'd think he would be, but here he is, in his campus apartment, fallen asleep at his computer. The chunky keys of the Macintosh II keyboard were imprinted into his face, and the drool dribbled out of his slightly agape mouth dripped down his cheek and all over the spacebar. It's 11:30 a.m. Thomas has a class in 15 minutes that he absolutely can't miss: Central Functions and Application of C++ with Dr. Brazhnikov. Will he wake up? God only knows... he's snoring like a freight train and is out. for. the. COUNT.

Thomas' dreamland is full of hot chicks, sexy all-black futuristic outfits, and being a total badass. Yeah, like that would ever happen. He is sleeping peacefully and soundly, that is, until one of his roommates, Chris, bursts through his door. "Thomas!!" He said frantically, running over and shaking Thomas awake. "Ugh-- Five more minutes..." Thomas whimpered and whined, not even opening his eyes, the keyboard clicking underneath his face as he moved. "Thomas, we'll be late for Dr. B's class!! Get the hell up!" Chris kept shaking him. It took him a minute, but once those words wafted into his foggy and sleepy brain, Thomas shot up from lying over his computer and quickly went into panic mode. He ran over to the dresser and threw on a plain white tee, a pair of black joggers, and some sneakers before Nerd and Nerdier ran out of the apartment to get to their class on the opposite side of campus.

11:43 a.m. -- Thomas and Chris are doing more physical activity in this moment than they've done in years. Sprinting across the quad, passing student organization tables, groups of friends socializing, and even a couple campus tours. Poor Tommy's heart is beating against his ribcage like a washboard. Sure, he was slim and lean, but he was by no means a runner; but that's not all that has him this way. What's mostly on his mind right now is you. That girl in his class that-- somehow by the grace of God himself-- was assigned by Dr. B to sit next to Neo. She always gave him the jitters, and he never could find the words he wanted to say to her. He wondered if she was in class already, they obviously can't just barge in and make fools of themselves. With a minute to spare, the boys caught their breath outside of the lecture hall and quietly entered to find their respective seats. A frown immediately donned Thomas' face when he realized that his crush... wasn't there today. Although there was a bit of relief that he didn't have to be nervous around her, he was disappointed that he wasn't going to get to look at her beautiful hair, smell her jasmine vanilla perfume, or see her curves in those hot outfits she wears... Anyways, the clock strikes 11:45 and Dr. Brazhnikov goes to close the door. Just as he grabs the knob to shut it, the sound of platformed Dr. Martens boots can be heard thudding against the tiled floor of the corridor. The older man paused upon hearing the sound and looked out the door. "WAIT! Dr. B, please wait!!" You called out desperately. Suddenly, Thomas' ears perked up at the silky sound of your voice, the once-disappointed butterflies now gaining a second wind as he looked attentively at the entrance of the lecture hall. He sat there, his big brown eyes watching as you entered, looking at you like a lost puppy looks at his owner. God, he was so smitten with you. Too bad he's just... kind of a loser. "You're late.." Dr. Brazhnikov said, crossing his arms and looking you up and down. Your only response was to just chuckle and rub the back of your neck as you headed to your seat. "Sorry, Dr. B, it won't happen again..." As you sit down to fling your backpack off your shoulder, your arm grazes Thomas' and he genuinely shivered a bit. His ears turned pink and he quickly looked away, covering the side of his face with his hand. But you paid him no mind; after all, he was just a nerdy guy in a sea of nerdy guys. You were one of maybe five girls in the entirety of the CompSci C++ concentration, and maybe 13 in the whole major, so all the guys just kinda blend into one big amalgam of nerd and geek after a while. Dr. B started class as usual before discussing the midterm project that was due next week: everyone was to turn in a roster of information of their choosing along with a floppy disk drive of a data management system that they were to code on their own using the units they've learned so far. Blah, Blah, Blah... Thomas zoned out as the older Russian man at the front of the class kept droning on and on. That was until he felt paper scrape against his arm.

His big, puppy dog eyes darted down at his arm, a bit startled as he was pulled out of his spacey daze. Shockingly, it wasn't just your notebook scraping up against him. It was a folded-up index card. Thomas looked at you with dazed eyes, but you didn't look back. God, it felt like he was vibrating, his hand trembled as he grabbed the paper. He hesitated to open it, afraid of what you could've written. What if it was something mean?? What if the note wasn't meant for him? The worst-case scenarios were enough to make poor Tommy sick to his stomach. He opened it, and there it was: the most beautiful handwriting he'd ever seen-- definitely prettier than his chicken scratch. Etched on the flash card in green ink:

"Do you have a spare floppy disk I could borrow? I'll wipe it and return it to you once Dr. B grades it."

Oh, you might as well have proposed to him right then and there. You were actually talking to him. Well-- maybe not talking per se... but it is more interaction than he normally gets with the opposite sex, which is little to none. He wasn't sure how to respond on paper, but he was swallowing back acid just at the thought of tapping you and actually speaking. He was such a ball of nerves, stuck at the fork in the road of this (usually mundane) situation. Thomas rifled through his backpack for a disk he knew he'd been carrying around. Hopefully, he didn't take it out... Where is it, where is it??? AH! There it is! Along with the disk, he pulled out a pen from his backpack and wrote in his less-than-legible handwriting:

Yes. Here you go. 💾

Unable to do so much as to touch you, Thomas cleared his throat and passed the disk towards you, leaving the note on top. Upon receiving the note and disc, you turn to this lanky, nerdy guy and flash him the sweetest smile you possibly can. "Thank you so, so, so much!" You whisper to him. "Uhh... N-No." Thomas choked out, his face bright red and his eyes involuntarily locked on yours. What the hell kinda response is that? 'NO??? YOU FUCKING IDIOT?? WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO???' Thomas thought to himself. "No...?" You can't help but laugh at the guy's response. "I-I mean... N-No, thank you... I-I mean No Problem... Y-Yeah... no problem..." Thomas stammered out and you couldn't help but laugh again. "Ohhh, okay..." You giggle and turn your attention back to the front.

He scratched the back of his neck and turned his attention to the lecture hall floor, the same floor which he had wished more than anything would split open and swallow him whole.

Suddenly, another note is passed to him.

Mind if we chat after class?

oh fuck... He checked his watch, lo and behold, 5 minutes left of class.

a/n: i hope y'all enjoy this. it's gonna be a verrrryyyy slow burn. (neo just doesn't get it, pls be patient with him. he'd just a silly little guy)

[upon-a-starry-night]

Number Neighbors Pt.30

Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader

Natasha Masterlist Series Masterlist

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary:  When you catch sight of the newest trend going around you know you’re all but bound to at least try it, it was harmless anyway. What could possibly stem from something so little?

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The plane ride home gives you plenty of time to think. You use up half of the time trying to come up with what you’ll say to Nat if you ever see her again. So far all you’ve come up with is- 

‘ Hey! guess what? I figured out it was you I was talking to the whole time- oh and also I’m in love with you!’ and you’re pretty sure that’s a bit too much to throw at her all at once.

So you use the other half of the time to sign the hundreds of petitions that people from all over the world have created to fight against your government's stupid decision. It’s a rare moment where people are coming together to agree on one unanimous decision and it’s kind of beautiful.

There’s been people protesting outside of courthouses and social media’s blowing up with reasons why the Avengers should be dropped of all their charges.

When your mom dropped you off at the airport you promised her you would tell her everything that’s been going on once you finished your business and she gave you a stern look that said ‘you better’ before ushering you to your gate.

After a lot of contemplation, you decided you would drop off your bags at your apartment and then head to the police station to file a report about your stalking. It had been peaceful being in your hometown but now that you were back home you didn’t want to spend every day living in fear of the people following you.

After that, you would head to Avengers Tower. You didn’t know if they’d believe you even with all the proof you’ve gathered but it was worth a shot. At worst, they’d kick you out. At best, they’d let you in to wait for Nat or send her some sort of coded message to tell her you were waiting for her.

You’re not sure if she’d come back just for that reason but if she at least knew you were waiting for her maybe the guilt would urge her to come back and at the very least, apologize in person.

~~

You’re a little disoriented from the jet lag when you touch down, nearly falling asleep in the Taxi to your apartment when you jolt awake at the sound of people yelling and cars honking. Out the window, there’s a large crowd of people with signs heading in one direction and you’re thankful you’re not in it.

Your cab driver apologizes for the traffic delay, telling you that apparently there was some kind of big meeting going on at the courthouse and everyone was making a big fuss about it. You figure the news about the meeting must have dropped while you were on the plane and make a mental note to check for updates once you set your bags down.

Despite it still being around noon, exhaustion weighs heavy on your bones from the chaos of the last few days and you’re more than ready for a nap as you make your way to your apartment door. It’s only when you’re a few inches away that you stop in your tracks. The sound of voices coming from inside your apartment.

Your whole body lights up with fear as you try to make out their conversation. From what you can tell it’s two male voices and you can’t help but assume it’s the people who’ve been stalking you this past month. Their conversation is muffled but you can just make out a few of the words being said-

“Come on —---- Are you really going to —---------- at her own apartment?” Voice number 1 sounds a little exasperated and you hope you can use that to your advantage if they try to attack.

“I just want to talk to her —---” The second voice is deeper and sends a chill down your spine. What were you doing? You should be running away. 

You attempt to make a silent getaway just as your next-door neighbor arrives and you plead to the gods she doesn’t acknowledge you but she’s always been more talkative than you’d sometimes like.

“Oh hey Y/n! Back from your trip?” She smiles at you as she unlocks her door and the voices inside your apartment still. Shit. Think fast, Y/n.

“Yeah but uh- I… think I forgot a bag in the taxi, would you mind watching this one for me real quick?” You all but shove your luggage at her and barely acknowledge her startled ‘Oh sure!’ before you’re booking it back out of the building.

Your heart is pounding and you’re not sure what to do about two grown men in your apartment but you know they heard you talk and you have to get away from them as soon as possible.

Your body’s on autopilot and before you know it you’re practically speed walking in the direction of the police station. At least now you could report them for breaking and entering and stalking. Maybe the police will take you more seriously then.

Halfway to the police station, you have the displeasure of noticing one of the Suv's from before is tailing you again. You don’t know if it’s the men from your apartment or someone else but your anxiety spikes when they speed up and you quickly turn down a random alley as they get closer.

Much to your surprise and relief, they drive past you like you aren’t even there and it leaves you wondering if maybe you really were being paranoid.

Still shaken up about the men who broke in, you decide it’s best if you still hurry to the police station so they have time to dust for fingerprints and maybe move you into witness protection. (you know that’s only an FBI thing but it makes you feel better to think about it).

Despite the threat of the SUV being gone, you’re still checking over your shoulder every few minutes to make sure no one is following you. It’s for that reason that you don’t even notice it when you bump into a large crowd of people.

You’re immediately uncomfortable, your PTSD with crowds snapping into effect and making you go rigid with anxiety. You can’t move your body as people shout and shove you in every direction. You must have accidentally stumbled into the crowd of protesters at the courthouse.

For a brief moment you think ‘at least it’ll be harder to track me in here’ but then someone steps on your foot and you flinch back, accidentally bumping into someone else who shoves you off of them in agitation. You turn to apologize but they’re already gone so you decide to try and focus on getting out.

You duck and weave through bodies but the occasional shoulder check has you feeling like you’re still stuck in the middle of the madness.

Finally, you think you’ve found the exit as you push through the sea of people and you lurch towards open air only to be grabbed back by a man in a black suit and sunglasses.

His grip is tight and you cry out in pain at the feeling when a voice yells at him above the rest of the crowd.

“Let her go!” The voice is commanding and whoever it is must be important because the mafia/agent-looking guy immediately lets you go. You rub your tender arm and wonder if it’s going to bruise when you notice the rowdy crowd has gone suspiciously quiet. 

You wonder if they’re all just as intimidated by the voice as the guy in the suit was when you look up and make eye contact with your savior.

A pair of strikingly familiar green eyes stare back at you with surprise.

Pt.31

A/n: only a few more chapters left- how we feeling? ~ Starry

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[suhrrie]

SLIP and FALL 4 me ──── 박성훈 x reader

wc . 689 in which, a ice skating date turned to something.. CHAOTIC!

眼睛 . Just a little story for park sunghoon!! For my friend who loves sunghoon also — this isn't that good since it has like some grammer issues so, I really hope you'll just fix it in your mind :3

You don't know how you got into this situation.. first off, you were cooking something so you could warm up since it's winter.

Suddenly..

"Ice prince — calling!"

The sudden ring tone played and you jumped a little.. "Why is he calling me?" You muttered, you answered the call anyway to hear what he says.

"Hello, my love" — sunghoon started, you got kind of flustered since your not used of him calling you a pet name.

"What do you want?" You sassed — "well.." He paused. "Well what?"

"It's the winter season and I thought.. we should have a ice skating date, you know? It's okay if you don't want to I just wanna spend time with you since your busy with college and I'm busy with my own work." He ranted —

it was winter and you didn't have anything to do since it's Christmas break and you were getting bored in your own apartment.

"Sure, what time?" You agreed, you could sense the silent cheer that he always makes whenever you agreed to do something he wants to do.

"Around.. 2:30, how does that sound?"

"Perfect" you said — "great, I'll pick you up at 2:00, hehe.. and before you react.. it's better than being late plus its gonna be hard to find a parking spot."

"Fine, fine, bye, see you later babe" you said, — "see you later my love" he ended.

Just like that, the room went silent, except for the sizzling of the pan with your food.

2:00, the exact time that sunghoon would pick you up, good thing he's punctual or else you would've beaten him up if he was late for just a second, jokes aside you went down since the door bell rang.

There he was, the man of your life, the loml, your boyfriend — "ready to go?" He asked "yes." He held out his hand so you can intertwine it with yours.

It took you guys 15 minutes to find parking, FIFTEEN, "damn, the ice skating rink parking is actually pretty packed in the winter.

"That's why we have to be.." — he didn't have to finish the sentence since you caught him off "yeah yeah, punctual"

He chuckled at you sassyness, slyly holding your hand.

Your in the rink, finally, after that long waiting in the line.

"Now that i think of it i forgot that i dont know how to skate." You were standing in the entrance, literally staring at the at the ice.

"Come on, its not that hard" he retorted "NOT THAT HARD? easy for YOU to say! Your a ex- ice skater!" You comebacked.

"Chillax,  there's nothing to be worried about" he reassured, gently patting your back "Nothing!? What if slip and fell and I broke something, like.. like my butt bone!"

He laughed, not at the thing you said but at you since your worried when you got a pro skater, teaching the ways of the ice skating.

"You'll be fine, i promise.. here, take my hand" he held out both of his arms to you, "come on, lets get in the rink."

You both stepped in the rink, it was wobbly at first but then, you started to get more and more balanced.. thanks to sunghoon being the polar bear balancer.

"Youre doing great my love" it was perfect.. to.. perfect.. — then suddenly..

"Woah!!" You suddenly yelp, there was a hole in the ice that sunghoon and you didn't see, so now you tripped and.. fell into sunghoons chest.

"Oh- fuck! Are you alright!?" You asked Literally checking if he was bleeding. "Im fine, im fine, look.. see? Im not bleeding or anything.." He says as he quickly sits up.

"Are you sure? We really took a big ass fall.." You say, being half serious and half not quite serious.

"I'm fine, im used to falls by now." — "if you say so.." sunghoon stands up knowing youll have trouble standing up, if you did all by yourself youll eventually fall into your butt again.

"Come on, stand up, weve got alot of time to practice"

Just like that, the two of your are happily skating again.

© suhrrie 2025 ──── don't plagrise

[allied-mastercuntputer]

unexpected.

after your planned date with tim takes an unexpected turn, you show him just how full of surprises you are…

word count: <500

warnings: not proof read…i kinda raw dogged this :p no use of y/n

notes: omg first thing of writing on here…im an autobiographical writer, haven’t touched fanfic since i was like 10. with that being said if i proof read it i won’t have the guts to post it. there will be better writing on my blog i promise. also super late for valentine’s day but it rained when i love the day of and no other day of the week n i thought it was funny.

“You told me you checked the weather Tim.”

You had called your boyfriend to let him know that a picnic wasn’t going to work. As soon as you woke up, the noise of rain pattered on your apartment’s roof, hitting you with the reality that being outside wasn’t an option.

“I did! Today is the first time this month it’s rained! But uhhhh should we do the Mary’s?” He tried to remedy the situation with the Italian restaurant in your university neighborhood.

“We go there all the time, can we do something special since it’s Valentine’s Day baby?” You smiled into the phone receiver. You knew he melted into man pudding when you called him baby and used that tone.

“Oh uhh-“ evidence of your work, “Anything you want. Maybe the rink and then hot chocolate after?”

“It’s a date.” You smiled, perfect time to show Tim what he didn’t know about you on the ice.

❅ ❅ ❅

Tim came to pick you up, you made sure to put on a raincoat. Not only to protect yourself from getting soaked, but also to reveal your outfit to your boyfriend in the car.

“Oh look at you, expecting to get some laps in?” He joked at the expense of your lululemon attire

“I like my pink define jacket, thank you very much”

“Hey! I like it too, definitely…tight. Hugs the right pla-“ You slap him on the shoulder, “Ow! Do you even know how to skate babe?”

This was your moment. Should you lie and wow him? Or should you tell the truth and loose your novelty? You lie.

“No actually, you’ll have to teach me.”

“That’s great actually, then you can’t let go of me-“ he smiled like an idiot before you interrupted him

“Don’t push it”

“Yes ma’am”

❅ ❅ ❅

You try not to be suspicious. ‘Act like you’re nervous, get shaky the first few minutes-‘

“Hey babe, need help with your skates?” Tim is an angel. As much as he likes to talk dirty, he genuinely cares and you always know it.

“Oh uhm, yes please”

“No problem.” he got on his knees and laced your skates up, “They need to be super tight, but not so tight you can’t bend your knees beyond a certain point.” Nobody could wipe the smile he had off his face. He was just happy to be teaching his girlfriend how to skate on Valentine’s Day.

“Thank you Tim. I feel like Cinderella, only my shoe has a sharp blade on it and my prince charming doesn’t know how to check the weather.” You giggle at his expense

“Im sure I’m a much better prince charming than whatever that guy had going on. Now stand up and see if it’s comfortable.”

“Perfect! Oh! I mean uhhh-“ You can’t let the jig be up, “Ouch super tight but I’ll be okay!”

Tim looks at you funny, but thought nothing if it, “Alright let’s go.”

❅ ❅ ❅

You can’t even stand it. You’ve been pretending to be awful at skating for almost 30 minutes. The real truth? You were on a figure skating scholarship just like how Tim was on a hockey one. You’d been skating since middle school and it had become a sport you loved deeply. You and Tim had been together for eight months, but the topic never really came up due to you thinking there were far more important things to your character.

“Can I try by myself?” your posture was awful, but it as about to be perfect in about 5 seconds

“Remember what I taught you about falling on your butt and not your face?”

It took so much not to roll your eyes, “Ill try not to fall because you like both of those things about me. think I’m okay.”

“Great! Let’s see you do 5 feet ahead. Go at any pace you want.”

You nodded, kissing him on the cheek. You immediately shifted into better posture, stopped shaking , and started skating at the pace you wanted, like he said. You begin with fluid crossovers, transitioning into quick footwork. With a push, you launch into a simple jump, landing with precision. You could feel the air whipping past your face as you gained speed. Your body twists and turns effortlessly, soon you’re skating circles around your boyfriend, who couldn’t do anything but look at you in shock. You stop right next to him.

“Was that okay?”

“Was that okay?? What are you doing studying here! People get injured all the time at the olympics I’m sure you could fill in and it would make no difference” He laughed in complete shock, “How long have you been skating for?

“More than 10 years”

“We should definitely take this to my place. You’ve won my heart. Not that you didn’t before I just- let’s go babe.”

“No I’m actually having so much fun!”

[ihavethedreamiesx]

Expert | Easy to Expert (3 v7) [NSFW]

Lee Yongbok (Felix) & Bang Chan - Stray Kids

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~4.5k

Felix/AFAB!Reader/Bang Chan

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Fluff, Fluffy Smut

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing, Lingerie, Pet Names (Love, Pumpkin, Baby Girl, etc.), Multiple Partners, Oral (M! & F! Receiving), Sixty-Nine, Threesome, Double Penetration, Anal Play, Sex Toys - Butt Plugs, Anal Sex, Bang Chan has a Monster Cock (of course), Cockbulge (hmm), Unprotected Sex (Bad Idea, Don't Do It), Daddy Kink gets awakened, this is actually really soft and fluffy believe it or not, Bromance

Disclaimer: I do have the whole cock-bulge thing in this. I understand this could be a bit offensive to some who are on the heavier side (I am in that group as well). Sorry if this doesn't align with your body type, this is just a work of fiction.

PS. I wrote the first not before I wrote the story, and this is after. This went a COMPLETELY different direction than I thought it would. Get ready for tooth rotting fluff AND smut.

PPS. Bang Chan is my bias and Felix my bias wrecker so that is why this one ended up like this…

Author's Note: This is the last one I am writing in this series, so let's see what absolute nonsense shows up here. I'm going to TRY and tone it down… I was supposed to just do a part two for Felix's Easy but now I have these as well…

-> Part 1 <-

-> Part 2 <-

-> Ver. I.N. <-

-> Ver. Seungmin <-

-> Ver. Hyunjin <-

-> Ver. Han <-

-> Ver. Lee Know <-

-> Ver. Changbin <-

Revised (1/30/25)

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"What?" Chan stops dead in his tracks, Felix continuing past him. He thinks for a second that he’s hearing things, or someone else's conversation. The younger man stops as well, turning back to his best friend.

"(Y/N) wants a threesome, you in?"

"Why are you asking me?" Chan sputters and Felix shrugs casually.

"She asked for you specifically so…"

"She asked for ME?"

"Yes?" Chan's head is swimming. He has to admit, ever since he found out a few months ago you couldn’t cum, he’s been looping in his head. It wasn’t romantic intentions behind him trying to figure out what he could do for you…Not at all. He’s been trying to convince himself he no longer has romantic feelings for you, especially since you started dating Felix. It’s obvious to the others, even Felix, but he appreciates that his hyung denies it even to himself.

"Are you sure?" The eldest of the group asks your boyfriend.

"I wouldn’t be asking you if I wasn’t. She picked you like a month and half ago; I've had time to think about it." Felix huffs, amused. Chan is getting flustered, and the younger man knows why.

"Are you thinking tonight?" They’re already on their way to your apartment for movie night.

"Well…yeah. We can move it though."

"You really think I can just sit and watch a movie with you two now?" Chan shakes his head, but continues walking. Felix falls into stride next to him and they continue to your place.

Felix messages you when they’re about fifteen minutes out, and you scramble off the couch to get ready. To say you’re excited is an understatement. But you’re also lowkey terrified. It’s not a hidden fact among the friend group what Chan is packing. You have even heard from other girls on campus. Not a traditional player by any means, but he’s been around the block. He’s an incredibly sweet gentleman, but a lot of girls just want to fuck him to say they’ve conquered the beast. That’s literally what they say. The thought makes you shiver as you prepare. Stepping out of the bathroom, you look yourself over in the mirror. Felix has gotten you a set of wolf cosplay lingerie, fitting for Chan. It’s more or less a bikini lined with gray fur. The silicone plugs he got you a month ago now has a grey furry tail attached; the texture tickles the backs of your thighs. A matching headband with grey ears sits on your head, it’s a little too big though, so you hope it stays on. Furry cuffs surround your ankles and wrists as well. The bottoms of the set is more like shorts than panties, but there’s a hole cut out of the crotch which gives access to your cunt as well as let the tail plug sitting in your ass. You shake your arms to get rid of some of the nerves. Though, they just come back two-fold when you hear your boyfriend, and his friend arrive. Your shaking increases as you pad to stand at the foot of your bed, waiting for them to remove their coats and shoes and meet you in the bedroom.

"Goes on, bro." Felix tells Chan, his accented English hitting your ears. Are they going to speak like that the whole night? Fuck yeah.

"Oh, baby girl!" Chan is floored as he enters your room. You look so fucking cute, his heart thumps hard, and he feels his pulse in his cock too. The pet-name does stuff to your insides, and you nervously wiggle, the tail wagging a bit from the momentum. To be honest, before you and Felix hooked up, you were tempted to go to Chan. With his reputation, you’re sure he could have managed, but you in no way regret that it’s Felix. Your boyfriend follows him in and comes to admire you as well. You turn toward him as he settles only a foot away from you.

"Good job, love." He praises and you both turn back to Chan. He’s still gaping, and you’re still too nervous to look him over completely. He just has grey sweatpants on and a black sweatshirt. You desperately want him to take it off so you can get a better look at him. You have seen his perfect body many times, but you want to touch it. Your fingers fidget with themselves, the black painting nails at the ends catching Chan's eye.

"Rules?" You prompt Felix and he looks at you, back to his friend then shakes his head.

"Just tell him no if you want." he tells you and you blink, then again. Seriously? He’ll let his friend kiss you? Fuck your holes and fill you with his cum? That’s four of the rules out the window. Plus, if he isn’t going to lead Chan through this, then the final one is trashed as well. The thought makes your core clench as you finally look back to the other Australian.

"Goes on." Felix assures you and you take a hesitant step forward, then trot over to Chan who is still looking at you in awe. His hair is brushed up and back some, framing his forehead. You’d have been fine just looking over every detail of his handsome face, but you need even more. Your small hands go to the zipper of his hoodie, and he lets you pull it down. He huffs at your pout when you see he has a t-shirt on underneath.

"It's below freezing out there, baby girl." He tells you, amused by your reaction. You mumble something incoherent, and he laughs. The sound pierces you, makes you let out a small whimper, pushing his sweatshirt off. He continues to watch, amused, casting a glance at Felix who looks just as entertained by you. You take a deep breath, sneaking your hands under his shirt and mewling as your warm fingertips brushes over the ridges of his abs. With his assistance, you remove the shirt completely and Felix sees your thighs clench. While he isn’t thrilled by how turned on you are already, he isn’t too surprised either. You’re honest with him and admitted you almost went to the eldest for assistance before you and Felix got together. He appreciated your honesty, and therefore trusts you. Doesn’t mean his pride isn’t a little hurt.

"Oh, my god." You gasp out, your touch tickling Chan some. He laughs, his gorgeous smile distracting you for a second.

"Can I kiss her, 'Lix?" Chan asks politely and you lean in some more.

"Yeah, I guess." Your boyfriend allows and you let him kiss you. He’s rough, more so than you expected. Chan knows better, he’s there to fuck you, not make love to you. He’ll leave the sensual kisses to Felix. He tilts his head, his hand going to the back of yours and he slides his tongue in your mouth. You cry out at the feeling. He’s good. Too good. You pull back a trail of saliva connecting your mouths.

"D-don't do that again." You mutter, your face red. He nods, humming in agreement. Felix snorts playfully. His trust is well placed. Not wanting to step over the line, Chan stays mostly still as you sink to your knees before him. Seeing him shirtless in the grey sweatpants is already sinfully attractive, you wonder what he’ll be like fully naked. An adonis carved out of marble for sure. There’s already a bulge from his hardening cock, but it’s mostly hidden by the thick material. He laughs at your eagerness as you hastily pull the waist band away. Your eyes widen as he steps out of his pants. He’s nowhere near being fully hard, but his black briefs are already straining.

"Fuck." You wheeze. You’re salivating like the wolf you’re dressed as. You fiddle with the tag on the black choker you have on, Felix's name engraved into it. As long as you only fall for Chan's cock, it’s fine. You turn to look back at your boyfriend anyway and he gives you a reassuring smile. He’s looped over every possible scenario in his head over the last month, knowing to almost a T at that point what will make you react in what way. So far, no surprises. Even though to some you haven't been dating long, you spent as much time together as possible, so he knows you well. You have been friends for years before then too.

"C-Can you…" You drift off, wanting to get a good view of Chan's briefs coming off. He smiles and does as you wordlessly requests. He feels a little sheepish under your gaze, honestly, as you ogle him. Adonis indeed. You literally watch his cock harden further under your appreciating gaze. You lick your lips, desperate to wrap them around him. Felix ended up not speaking the rule you have first decides on, but you’re a bit worried about what it’ll do to you to let Chan cum down your throat.

"Can we do something?" Chan suggests snapping you out of your daze. He also looks at Felix.

"Sixty-nine?" He finishes the request and Felix stiffens a bit. Knowing Chan, he might be able to make you cum from that and your boyfriend isn’t sure if he’s okay with that. The eldest is definitely the expert of the group and mastered the art of sex like the instruments he can play. But, when he looks into your big, pleading eyes, he can’t say no. With a slow nod you hop to your feet giddily and Chan chuckles, following you to the bed. He nods for you to climb over him once he’s on his back. Straddling his face, he wraps the tail around his hand just to hold it out of the way. The panties give him perfect access, the fur ticking his cheeks a bit though.

"Sit on me, baby girl." He urges and you lower your hips. You aren’t expecting the immediate pleasure you get from his tongue. He immediately swirling it around your clit, sucking hard. You gasp, falling forward, finding the head of his now fully hard cock in front of you. Once again, your eyes meet Felix’s, and he nods. Eagerly, you wrap your hand around Chan's cock, your fingers not even able to touch. You wrap your eager lips around the head, your jaw protesting some at the stretch. Chan rumbles under you; his strong arms surrounded your thighs to holds you where he wants you. Your moan vibrated through his dick as you get as much as him as you can in your mouth. It’ll be too dangerous for you to let him into your throat, you have to center yourself by finding Felix again. He loves that you keep thinking of him throughout. It’s also more arousing than he thinks it’ll be, seeing your mouth full of his best friend's fat cock. Chan eats you like a man starved and your boyfriend can see the characteristic twitch in your hips that means you’re close. You’re more shocked than Felix that the other man is getting you to the edge so fast. His hand twisted in the tail again, tugging it slightly, and takes your clit between his teeth, rolling it and you fall forward as you cum, swallowing his cock deeper. Chan grins as your cunt drips on his tongue and he lets the tail go, letting your orgasm ride out. When you come down, you pull him out of your mouth, panting for breath.

"Okay, baby girl." Chan eases you to roll off of him, you land on your back, still breathing harshly. Tears prick your eyes, and Felix instantly comes to your side, petting your head softly, shushing you. You look at him, so pitifully, ready to cry.

"Hey, shh, love." His heart breaks seeing you like that and Chan gets up on his knees next to you. He can tell you’re crying from emotions, not physical feelings, but he still feels bad. At the same time, he’s extremely proud of himself for making you cum like that. He’s satisfied the goal he set in the past, not ever thinking to dust it off and complete it. Chan's heart thuds again, this time in sorrow. You’re too precious.

"I'm sorry, Felix." Your breath hitches and he leans down to kiss your forehead, petting your hair. Instantly he feels bad for feeling jealous.

"Love, (Y/N), its fine. I'm not mad." He chuckles a bit to reassure you.

"Really?"

"Yes, sweet. I just want you to feel good, okay?" He hums and you nod, sniffling. Chan finally sees the relationship dynamic you two really have. It’s a dominant and submissive one, but Felix plays the role so softly. And you’re so cute with it, not a hint of being a brat.

"You want to keep going, baby girl?" Chan makes sure and you nod shyly. He smiles warmly and helps you sit up, removing the loose headband so you can stop fiddling with it.

"Can I take all this off her?" Chan asks and Felix nods. You sit there likes a good girl as Chan gently undoes and removes everything from you but the black choker. He even takes the tail off the plug, leaving the silicone toy inside you. The other man also takes the tie from your hair, letting it fall over your shoulders. The way he looks at you actually warmed Felix's heart. He also knows if you asked him, he’d be open to letting Chan in on your relationship. If it’s him…he can share you. That’s something to bring up later though. You shiver a bit, now a tad chilly and Felix smiles, climbing on the bed to hugs you from behind.

"Good girl." He soothes and helps Chan maneuver you to sit on his lap, back to him. Felix places a soft kiss to your lips, and you whine at the feeling of Chan's cock wedged in the cleft of your ass. Felix has decided not to turn the vibrations on, planning it as a surprise. The encounter turns out to be softer than he originally thought it would be.

"What're you thinking, 'Lix?" Chan knows him too well, and can see the gears turning. His eyes meet the eldest's and you look up at him too. His eyes cast to yours. It isn’t a secret that you had a huge crush on Chan about a year ago, but you never pursued it. Little do you know, Chan had liked you too, for a while. He didn’t even piece together, that's what it was at first, but Felix knew. Even when Chan would deny it to himself, Felix knows. Felix can still sense your love for himself, but he also sees how you look at his best friend.

"You want him too?" Felix asks and you don’t understands the question at first. Isn’t that why he’s there? The other man figures it out immediately though.

"Felix-"

"I'm not stupid, hyung." He huffs playfully and his true meaning registers.

"Felix?" you ask him, implying your question in your tone. Are you sure?

"We can discuss it after, but don't feel guilty." Your boyfriend kisses you softly on your cheek under your eye.

"Want him here?" Felix continues, helping you settle on Chan's lap, stroking his fingers through your soaked folds. You nod softly, letting the man behind you hold you in his arms. You feel so secure, even more so with Felix there too.

"Think you can make her cum again?" Felix challenged and the other man smirks.

"Let's see." He nuzzles behind your ear, one of his hands sliding down your stomach till his fingers hits your clit. You whimper as he swirls over it, then slides both fingers home. You sigh as his fingers fill you. They’re thicker and longer than Felix's, but just as talented it seems. His palm rubs hard over your clit as he scissored the digits in you, the pad of one finding the rough spot on your back wall. You twitch when he rubs over it and Felix watches the gears turn in Chan's head. His fingers left your core, rubbing back up to your clit, and he exposed the little nub further. He’s an expert, Felix decides. He learned your reactions instantly, knowing just what to do next. Chan then fucks three fingers into you, harshly presses against your further exposed clit with his palm. His fingers crook hard and up, his palm swirling your clit and you shiver hard, head tossed back to land on his shoulder. You’re close. Once again removing his fingers, he takes your button between two fingers, pinches hard and pulls your nub, and Felix watches your cunt spasm as you cum. The slight bit of jealousy he still feels dissipates when he sees the way Chan looks at you. He nuzzles your temple with his nose as you tremble, kissing the crest of your ear. As you shudder, coming down again, your head rolls so you can look at him.

"Fill her up, hyung." Felix allows, smiling as your eyes widen.

"'Lix~" You reach out for him, Chan still loosely hugging you to him. The eldest smiles fondly as Felix comes to you, the smile on the other’s face is so warm. Chan can tell how much you two love each other, and he’s honored you both are willing to let him wiggle his way in. When he’s within reach, your hands stroke over your boyfriend's pretty freckle covered cheekbones.

"Let’s have Channie fuck you, hm?" He coos, the words racier than his tone implied. You whine with a nod and Chan chuckles softly at your cuteness. You both are so cute.

"Okay, baby girl. Tell me if it’s too much." The man behind you speaks into your ear, his arms holding you closer, his right hand coming to cup your left breast. You never gets much sensation there, but you do flinch a bit when he pinched your nipple. Chan loosens his hold, moving his hands to rest at your hips, and Felix's move to your waist. You let them move you around likes you’re a ragdoll till you’re kneeling, cunt hovering over Chan's cock.

"Good girl." Felix praises, kissing the corner of your mouth as they both leads you to sink on the eldest's dick. The feeling knocks the air out of you, he’s so fucking big. You can’t help but ponder how much bigger he could be if was taller. He whispers soothing words in your ear, Felix kissing over your collarbone. You breathe, using the same technique as when your boyfriend fucks into your ass. Chan groans, your cunt is so hot and tight, and he can feel your slick gummy walls perfectly. It makes you all the more addictive. He can also feel the bump of the plug in your ass through the walls of your cunt. When Chan feels your cervix kiss the head of his cock, he halts your descent, a good inch or two left.

"M-more." You press and Chan rubs circles over your lower stomach. He smirks, he can feel the bulge of his cock already, and you mewl when he presses down.

"You sure, baby girl?" Chan's voice has gotten huskier somehow, deeper, rumbling through you. Felix smirks and lowers his voice himself, bringing his mouth to your other ear. What your boyfriend planned on saying next will probably earn him a playful smack later, but he’s so eager to see your unfiltered reaction. Your eyes are already blank, nothing but cock on the brain.

"Tell daddy how you want his cock." Felix orders you and Chan gasps as your cunt squeezes him hard. He huffs, thinking he misheard what Felix whispered to you at first.

"Want daddy deeper~" You whimper and the men both groan at your plea.

"Yeah?" Felix teases you further.

"Yes, sir~" You plead to him instead and he smiles. You’re too fucking cute. There’s a very specific reason Felix prefers you call him sir during sex, and that reason is splitting you open on his cock. At first, he didn’t want to use 'daddy' because he was jealous, thinking it might make you think of Chan. Especially since you jokingly call the eldest that all the time. But now…everything’s worked out perfectly.

"Okay, pumpkin." Your boyfriend's pet name for you changes and the new word makes your core pulse around the other's dick. Chan knows that you both went full into roleplay mode at that.

"Daddy~" You whine, and he laughs, acquiescing. You yelp when his hips shifts under him better, letting him thrusts up hard, burying his cock all the way in you. Words escaped you, only a string of babbles left you. Felix smiles and shuffles down the bed more. Chan watches, curious, and almost protested as the other man moves. He just let Felix do whatever though. Your legs are spread to sling over Chan's, holding them open. Felix's hands comes to your inner thighs, spreading you further and he marveled at your folds straining to takes Chan's massive cock. Your entire body jerked when he flicks his tongue at your swollen clit, his tongue lightly brushing over the other's dick. The man's arms tightens a bit around you as you slump into him further, and with one more flick of Felix's tongue, you fall apart again. At this point, your cunt is burning from the overstimulation, but your boyfriend knows if you get over the crest of pain, you can just keep on going. After your spasms goes away, he sits back to just watch again, nodding to Chan.

"Ready, baby girl? Want daddy to fuck ya good?" His hand comes to rest under your jaw, putting just enough pressure for you to feel it but not restricting your airway.

"Please!" You mewl, head lolling back and forth. His other hand is still on your stomach, and Felix puts his hands on your hips to help, lifting you slightly and pressing you back down as Chan fucks up. You gasp, your cunt stung from the friction, but the pain is so good as the man behind you rails you. It’s a good thing Felix is okay with Chan joining, you thought later, because you don’t think you could live never taking him again. You’re definitely a size queen and Felix marvels at you taking his friend like a champ.

"Ah, fuck, (Y/N)~" Chan is getting close, and he looks to your boyfriend, asking permission. Felix looks at your fucked out expression.

"Cum in her." he tells Chan, and he gets as deep as he can and lets go. Your stinging core piques, the pain burning into pleasure, and you aren’t sure if Chan filling you with his sticky cum is what put you over or Felix's voice.

"Oh, good girl~ Fuck!" The man moans himself as he feels his cum overflow from your cunt and drip down past his balls and onto the bedding. Felix is still rock hard, not having comes or been touched at all that night, but he’s fine dealing with himself in the shower if you’re too tired.

"Felix!" You reach for him again and he comes back to you.

"What do you need, pumpkin?"

"You…" You pout and he smiles brightly.

"I don’t think your cute little cunt can handle more." He coos and Chan huffs playfully. He’s still hard and really don’t wants to pull out anyway.

"Let’s turn her around." He suggests to the younger man. You cry out a bit when they move you around. When your chest meets Chan's, he sinks back into you, the new position and angle let him sink deeper. You shiver, falling into him and he laughs.

"You're so cute." He praises. He’s content to let you warm his cock, watching Felix scooch forward. His fingers wraps around the plug, and you breathed as if through muscle memory as he pulls it out. It clatters onto the floor from him tossing it. Can your body handle him filling your ass with Chan in your pussy? Guess you’ll all find out soon enough. Your breathing shifts when you feel Felix's cock at your pucker, he barely presses the tip in as he takes the lube Chan has reached for on the nightstand. Drizzling more onto himself, he starts to ease inside you. You shiver, your back hole welcoming the familiar intrusion.

"So good, pumpkin." Your boyfriend praises. To get in you best, he has to swing his leg over Chan’s, but he don’t mind. Chan helps him adjust you some and they both let you adjust to being completely full. Each breath you press out carried a slight moan and your little noises brings grins to both of the men's faces. After witnessing everything, as well as your even-tighter-than-usual canal clenching his cock, Felix knows he won’t last long. Might be for the best anyway considering your physical and mental state. Your nails weekly dig into the skin of Chan's chest where you lay as Felix pumps his hips. His thrusts are short and deep, and your body rocking slightly brushes your sensitive clit against the skin of Chan's pelvis. A defined vein that leads down to his cock gives just enough of a differing pressure as you rock.

"Okay, love, I'll fill you good than you can take a bath. Daddy and I will take care of you tonight and tomorrow." Felix picks the pace of his thrusts up and Chan hisses some as your cunt clenches hard and your nails carve crescents into his skin.

"(Y/N), be a good girl for daddy and cum." Chan's words are all you need, and you come one more time, Felix spraying your insides white. From the tight clench and the wait, Chan is sensitive himself and you cumming makes him fall apart with you two. Even more jizz spurted out from where your body meets Chan's and more of the sticky goo leaked from where Felix is inside you. You’re a complete mess and Felix wouldn’t have it any other way. Your consciousnesses fades, your eyes slipping closed, and the two men praise you for doing such a good job for them. Deciding to just clean you up with a towel for now, Felix helps you rest on your side as you sleep, leaving the blanket off you, your skin still hot. Your boyfriend pets your hair as Chan takes a quick shower and then they switch places.

"Are you sure?" the eldest asks, stroking your hair softly when Felix sits on the bed behind you.

"You love her, right?"

"I-I…" Chan swallows hard.

"Hyung?"

"…yes."

"I didn’t want to admit it before, but she likes you a lot. I know though that she loves me too…I think she deserves the world, but why not throw the moon in along with it?" Felix means every word. He loves you so much that he wants you to be loves twice as much, if not more.

"Well, guess I should change my name to Moon, huh?" Chan huffs and Felix rolls his eyes at the horrible pun.

"Just promise me when you two get married that I can be the best man." The eldest continues and your boyfriend smiles down at you.

"Of course. Wouldn’t have anyone else."

-> Part 1 <-

-> Part 2 <-

-> Ver. I.N. <-

-> Ver. Seungmin <-

-> Ver. Hyunjin <-

-> Ver. Han <-

-> Ver. Lee Know <-

-> Ver. Changbin <-

Master-List

[vaguely-humanoid-form]

maybe I haven't been looking at the sky

post-sonic 3 fic about stone. stobotnik too. oh yeah baby it's time for some pain.

word count is a bit under 3.6k

featuring: grief like so much grief, lots of hurt, a smidgen of comfort, second-person narration, so many goddamn timestamps, did I mention hurt, acknowledgement of shadow the hedgehog being like an actual teenager, shadow the hedgehog being kind of like a weird cat, the smallest hint of sonadow, and, of course, hurt.

have fun! >:3

p.s.: the title is from Maud Gone by Car Seat Headrest because I like that song and it fits too well

June 24, 2024, 3:26 AM

You wake up.

You don't immediately open your eyes, though, because if you stay in the darkness, you can pretend that everything is alright. You can pretend that nothing's changed.

You can pretend he's still here.

You open your eyes.

It's still dark, and you can only just barely make out the hotel room ceiling above you.

You can hear the soft pitter-patter of the London rain against the window.

You spare a glance at the clock on the bedside table.

You know you won't be able to fall asleep.

Four hours of rest is enough, anyway.

You get up.

You take a shower.

Your reflection in the mirror seems to bore holes through your skull.

You brush your teeth, and you get dressed.

You work, because you have nothing else to do.

You go to get shitty hotel coffee and breakfast.

On instinct, you grab two cups.

You decide you don't want coffee anymore.

June 24, 2024, 12:58 PM

Your lunch is tasteless, and not just because it's British.

You think you would've laughed at that only 24 hours ago.

You don't think about if he would've.

You don't have much to work on.

Your hands itch. Everything feels so still. So static.

You try not to think about it. You try to think about anything else.

You think about how cold it is for a summer day.

You think about the smell of rain on the sidewalk.

You don't look at the sky.

You count your steps to fill your mind with something, anything.

It takes you precisely 673 steps to get back to your hotel from the lunch spot.

You don't think about how odd it feels to walk so slowly.

You don't think about how lonely you are.

You don't think about the Crab sunk in the Thames.

You don't think about him.

June 24, 2024, 7:31 PM

It's been 24 hours since it happened.

You feel empty.

You feel empty and sweaty and gross despite the wind chill and you shower again.

Your reflection stares at you again. It accuses you, blames you. It says it's your fault.

In its eyes, you can almost see something like him.

You cover the mirror.

You get yourself ready for bed, and you lay there under the hotel duvet, air conditioner blasting, and you shiver, but you don't get up to change it.

The Doctor prefers it cold, so–

You stare at the ceiling. It looks blurrier than usual.

You don't fall asleep for another few hours.

June 30, 2024, 1:08 PM

Montana is certainly better than London. At least, you'd say so.

It was a good idea to keep paying the lease on the Mean Bean. It's something you know.

You can't decide whether the familiarity makes you feel better or worse.

At least G.U.N. doesn't want anything to do with you, which you are more than welcome to.

Your “house,” if it can even be called that, what with its studio apartment style, in the back of the Mean Bean feels foreign to you, but the warmth feels nice.

The café stays cold.

You say it's to save money on the heating bill.

You were always good at pretending.

July 23, 2024, 4:23 PM

It's been exactly one month.

The hedgehog visits you today.

You know you should be plotting against him. You should be planning your revenge. You should be scheming to get rid of him once and for all–

But you're just so tired.

And in the end, he didn't want what happened, either.

He smiles at you as he orders a hot chocolate, but you can see the tightness in his face.

You bring up the other hedgehog, Shadow, and he falters for a moment.

You don't smile, not really, but your face softens as you come to an understanding.

You can't talk about him, but listening to Sonic talk about Shadow helps to dull the pain for a moment.

Before he leaves, Sonic gives you a sad smile, and tells you he's sorry about the Doctor.

Your throat closes up.

You stand still as the door opens and closes.

Your hands are shaking as you close.

August 16, 2024, 1:15 PM

Ever since he visited you the first time, Sonic has come back every other day for a hot chocolate and a chat.

The kid seems to always have something to say. You suppose he's hyperactive in many ways.

He's nice to you, and a part of you hates it, but you can't get yourself to get rid of the kid. Even if he says he stops by to check on how you're doing, you know it's helpful for him, too.

Deep down, you feel guilty for commiserating with the enemy. The guilt is something you opt to push down, though, because it makes you think of him.

You're interrupted when Sonic walks through the door with his human quasi-father in tow. Tom, you think his name is.

If you're honest, he looks like shit. His arm is in a cast and he's walking with a slight limp. The bags under his eyes are nothing to scoff at, either, but he gives you a soft smile.

He only orders a water, and drinks it slowly as Sonic chatters at his side about the shop.

You know he's been worried about Tom, and you're glad to see he's alright, but a twinge of resentment bites at you.

Why couldn't have you gotten a happy ending, too?

August 27, 2024, 1:00 PM

He's back again, and he brought his friends: the fox and the echidna.

You freeze for a moment when you see the fox. The conversation you had with him plays in the back of your mind and you relentlessly shoo it away.

The echidna is still annoying, but it's funny to see him order a shot of espresso and then immediately choke when he takes one sip.

When you're not trying to fight each other, they're good kids. You appreciate the effort they're making, at the very least.

It's nice to have noise to fill up the air. Helps quiet the thoughts a little bit, especially when the shop doesn't get much traffic these days.

Chatting with the alien children gives you something to do, too, since you can't do latte art anymore.

Your hands start shaking the moment you try.

So, you listen to them talk: teasing each other, making bad jokes, ranting about this or that.

When they leave, they all say goodbye, and while the silence is still suffocating, you're finding it slightly easier to breathe.

September 10, 2024, 8:01 AM

It's his birthday today, and you can't get yourself out of bed.

You can't even properly cry. Quiet tears roll down your face and stain your pillow.

You can't get back to sleep, either. You don't know if you would even want to. You don't know if you could bear to see his face in your dreams.

You stare at the brick wall, bare of photos or posters or plans, and you can't get yourself to look away.

September 10, 2024, 1:30 PM

The door to your “house” opens and you jump from your bed.

Team Sonic broke into your house.

You would be angry. You should be angry. But you can't muster up the energy.

Sonic says something that you don't register, and Knuckles proudly holds out a messily-made cupcake in front of him.

When you get a closer look…

Oh.

It's for the Doctor.

When you look up, Sonic is giving you that same sad smile he did the first time he came to the cafe. He says he knows how you've been going through a hard time, and that since today is the Doctor’s birthday, he wanted to do something special.

It takes everything in your being to not burst out sobbing in front of the kids.

You all sit around the cupcake and sing to it.

You falter on the name. They don't seem to mind.

You can't bear to eat any of the cupcake, so you stick it in the fridge.

The second those kids are out the door, you cry so hard you can barely stand.

September 12, 2024, 1:12 PM

Tails bursts through the shop door, startling you and the single customer sitting at a table in the corner.

He starts talking, so fast you can only make out a few words.

Before you can tell him to slow down, Sonic runs in after him, smiling brighter than the sun and presenting to you…

…Shadow?

You nearly short-circuit.

How is he alive?

You ask as much, and they all shrug their shoulders, minus Shadow who stands there staring at you without expression.

Apparently, Shadow has some sort of minor amnesia. He can't remember much immediately before…

Well.

But, still, he's alive.

And that sparks something deep in your chest.

You wouldn't dare to believe anything. You know he's… gone.

But a tiny, near molecular voice in the back of your head says what if?

And you can't give into it, but the voice, small as it is, nestles itself in between your cerebrum and cerebellum.

Back to reality, the alien children have decided that Shadow will stay with you.

Their home doesn't have the room for yet another anthropomorphic hedgehog in it, apparently.

You don't seem to have a say in the matter.

You can't say you mind too much.

September 12, 2024, 4:25 PM

You take him in and set up a futon in a clear area of your house.

You give him a tour, which really isn't much considering there are only two actual rooms.

He follows you around, nodding or shaking his head slightly whenever you ask him a question. He's quiet. Shy, even.

You make a simple dinner in silence, and he mumbles a thank you when you hand him his plate.

He falls asleep while you're working, and when you get a closer look at him…

…Did he always look that young?

Minus the 50 years he spent in stasis, he couldn't have been more than 15. Maybe 16, if you're being generous.

His brows furrow in his slumber, painfully familiar, and you're suddenly reminded of the fact that he is, in a way, a Robotnik.

You draw in a sharp breath and blink away the stinging in your eyes.

Maybe you'll sleep early.

September 23, 2024, 1:08 PM

Three months.

It's been three months since it happened, and the pain has only barely dulled.

You're starting to wonder if the coping mechanism of bottling everything up as much as you possibly can isn't working as well as you thought it would.

Shadow has opened up more, at least. He's still quiet and sometimes stares at you, wide-eyed and expressionless, but you've had a good few conversations with him.

You've shown him how to operate some of the coffee machines, even if he isn't quite tall enough to reach them very well on his own.

Every day you spend with him, the more it sets in just how young he is.

For the first week or two after… what happened, you resented him for being a part of it all. But now?

You just see a scared kid.

Team Sonic has been back to the Mean Bean a few times since Shadow arrived. He's incredibly socially awkward and is not one for idle chit-chat, but you've seen a hint of a smile on his face a couple times, and that's enough for you.

His memories have been returning slowly. Despite the voice screaming at you at every waking moment, you don't want to hold out hope. You don't want to be crushed again when the inevitable reality hits you that he is really gone.

You remember when it happened, when three months ago, you watched the Doctor dedicate his last words to you.

You remember going through every stage of grief and then some all at once.

You remember thinking you were done with that process, then, after it hit you like a freight train in all of 20 seconds.

You checked into a hotel, perfectly calm. You went up the elevator, fine. You unlocked the door to your room, ok.

Then you shut the door behind you and realized you'd accidentally gotten a room with two beds.

You remember the taste of bile at the back of your throat.

You blink and you're back where you were, alien children conversing at the counter in your coffee shop. You realize you've been holding the same empty mug and towel for a while.

When you set them down, your palm is indented from the fabric.

October 12, 2024, 2:00 PM

Shadow has warmed up to everything a lot more since he arrived last month.

You've seen him shoot back straight espresso like it was water, which drove Knuckles insane, and, for whatever reason, made you glow with pride.

He's slowly started asking for things directly: meals, things to do, what have you. You finally got to make that revenge guac for you both. It was great.

You had to try to not choke on it.

He's insanely excited for Halloween. It's refreshing to see him like this. He's usually a pretty doom-and-gloom type of guy, and there's a pain within him that you resonate with. But right now, he looks so happy, asking if you can decorate the cafe for the holiday. Of course, you do.

His memory is almost fully restored, too. You're happy about it, but it also instills an intense anxiety in you.

You aren't sure which situation it is that's making you feel like this.

Maybe both.

It'll be 4 months in a little under a week.

You don't think it's stopped hurting.

When you get a moment to be alone, it all comes rushing back at you, and suddenly you feel like you did when it first happened.

But the hurting isn't that bad all the time. Not anymore.

It settles in your chest when you're distracted by something, knocking on your ribs when you're reminded of it.

It's constant, like a bruise that just won't go away.

But it's manageable.

What is less manageable, however, is the voice.

Every day that passes, the voice gets louder, crawling further into your brain and making itself known.

Hell, it's even shown up in your dreams.

As annoying as it is, though, it makes you think about your grief beyond what you had been.

Whenever you have one of the dreams, you wake up and shower, and sit in the water and think.

Mostly, your brain has focused on his absence. The fact that he's… gone.

But, then you start to wonder.

Would this have happened if you'd told him? Would he be gone if he knew how you felt?

Would that have even changed anything?

You have to stop before you spiral too far. Asking questions is dangerous.

You convince yourself that it's just the shower water running down your cheeks, even if your eyes burn.

October 23, 2024, 1:02 AM

You wake up.

You don't immediately open your eyes, though, because if you stay in the darkness, you can pretend that everything is alright. You can pretend that nothing's changed.

You can pretend he's still here.

You open your eyes.

The room is not silent. Faraway thunder rumbles in the sky and Shadow lightly snores from where he sleeps.

It's four months now, and you've suddenly forgotten how to feel numb.

Your hypothesis about emotional suppression seems to be correct.

You sit up.

You stare at your hands.

You can't breathe.

At first, you think someone is trying to kill you. That's the obvious answer.

But then you feel the tear drop down to the tip of your nose.

And then you break.

You lose all sense of time as your vision is flooded. You hiccup between sobs and you know you've always been an ugly crier.

What makes it worse is when you feel a hesitant hand on your shoulder, and look over to see Shadow looking at you with so much concern and understanding.

You don't want to cry in front of him. You're meant to be strong for him, for this kid that you've grown closer to, for this kid that you want to take care of.

But when he reaches up to hug you, all you can do is fall apart on his shoulder. And you feel so bad, because no kid should ever have to be the one to comfort an adult, but the tears keep coming and you can't make them stop.

You don't know how long you sat there, weeping on him, when it seems the well has run dry.

You try to mutter an apology to him, but he gets up and walks away. You stare at nothing in front of you and curse yourself for making this child have to support you, but he comes back with a glass of water, averting his eyes nervously.

You think back to the first week he was here.

He'd had a nightmare and woke up screaming and crying. When you'd gone to comfort him, you brought him a glass of water.

You had awkwardly stuttered about how crying can be dehydrating in a sad attempt to make him feel better, social skills be damned, and it had worked.

That was the first time he'd really smiled at you.

And now he's doing the same for you.

He says something similar about water and dehydration and you can't entirely understand what he's saying, but you smile as best you can through the tears in your eyes and take the glass with a choked thank you.

He lights up at the affirmation, and you feel a warmth bloom in your chest as you realize that you are to Shadow as Tom is to Sonic.

You gently ruffle the top of Shadow's head, the corner of your mouth quirking up. He flusters at the action and tilts his head, almost like a cat, you think, sporting a ghost of a smirk.

You tell him you're alright now and to go back to bed, and you yourself fall asleep with the knowledge that you are this weird alien hedgehog’s weird quasi-father, and you don't mind it one bit.

October 31, 2024, 5:30 PM

Turns out Tom and Maddie made a costume for Shadow. Sonic had apparently told them about something Shadow said about it after one of his trips to the Mean Bean, and they'd decided to surprise him. Needless to say, he was ecstatic. Others may not have registered the level of happiness he was at, but you know Shadow.

You know your boy.

Sonic, Knuckles, and Tails somehow convinced Shadow to go trick-or-treating with them. You encouraged him, too. He seemed a bit nervous, and even sort of embarrassed, but he ultimately agreed, smiling as he waved goodbye to you.

This was the first time in a while that you've been really alone. The pain starts to catch up to you and for a moment, you feel incredibly empty. Your throat begins to tighten.

You take a deep breath as the grief curls up once more, resting for the moment. It makes you cold.

You make yourself a simple latte and draw a little jack-o'-lantern on the top. Your hands still shake, but it's not too much to deal with.

You doubt anyone else will come into the shop. You already planned to close early for Halloween, and the sign at the front tells as much to any prospective customers.

You turn to begin dealing with the back counter, cleaning the machines and putting things back to where they belong. You've grown fond of the routine.

Then you hear the door open, and turn around to see Shadow running into the shop. His eyes are bright, brighter than you've ever seen them.

He tells you that he remembers everything now. He says, excited—God, it makes you happy to see him excited—that his memory is back and he can tell you what happened to–

The door opens again.

You look up.

He's there.

He's alive.

You stand there for a moment, completely still, completely silent.

You almost scream.

You leap over the counter, running and tackling him in the tightest hug you've ever given anyone.

He smells horrible. Like smoke and sulfur and dirt and grime and he's alive and he's holding onto you just as strong as you are and the voice is cheering and exploding into fireworks in your brain and the pain squeezes your heart in its hands and he's alive.

You don't even notice when the tears begin to fall. You only notice his pulse, alive, his breath, alive, his arms around you, alive, alive, alive.

When you finally pull back after what feels like both an eternity and a millisecond, you get a look at his face, and you put it in your hands and holy shit he is alive.

He looks absolutely disheveled and it's possibly the most beautiful thing you've ever seen, and then he smiles, wide, genuine, warm, so rare, so real, and then he leans forward and kisses you and you can't think anymore.

He tastes awful and you've never loved him more than you do now.