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wosospacegirl · 3 days ago

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Brunette roots - Alexia Putellas

Summary: You love brunette Alexia, and you'll do anything to get her back

Word count: 2.6k

a/n: they could NEVER make me hate you, baby

Also last fic of the week!

The blonde was beautiful. It was hot, sexy. It made Alexia look powerful.

Alexia has had her fair share of blonde shades, going from dark blonde to bleached hair. Her blonde hair was almost like her signature by now. Some people forgot she was actually a brunette.

But you didn't. You never did.

You started dating Alexia when both of you were teens at La Masia. Alexia was serious about her football, it was her passion, it was who she was. You, not so much. You liked to play football, but that was it. Just a hobby, just something to do after school.

When it got to the point where you needed to choose between pursuing a football career or another career path, it was easy. Off to university you went. Alexia stayed, and she grew into it, winning every challenge thrown at her.

It was difficult to balance your relationship, but you guys always did.

The hardest phase of your relationship was when Alexia tore her ACL. Saying she was depressed was an understatement; she was completely devastated. Her mental state showed through her physicality, especially in her hair. She stopped dyeing it, she stopped eating.

When she got back on her feet again–literally–she was back to her old self. She got back to dyeing her hair.

You were happy and relieved that Alexia was okay again, that she was feeling like herself, but you missed the brunette so much. It not only looked beautiful on her–it made her eyes pop–but it also reminded you of the young Alexia.

The one who was sixteen when she first kissed you, the one who would pick flowers on the way to La Masia to give to you.

Blonde Alexia belonged to Barcelona, to football, to the media.

Brunette Alexia was... yours. Completely yours.

It was turning into an itch you longed to scratch.

Whenever you saw a little bit of brunette root, you had to hold yourself back from jumping on Alexia and kissing her. But then, days later, she would be back to bleaching it, and you'd be back to pouting and whining.

So you realised... all you needed was a plan. It started small, but it grew.

"Fuck!" Alexia said as she was packing her suitcase to go to yet another camp. She was looking at her watch. "You let me sleep too much! You knew I needed to dye my hair before I catch the flight."

She had a frown on her face, a small pout that she would never admit doing, on her lower lip. She was mad at you.

You had promised her to wake her up from her nap three hours ago so she could get everything ready to leave. But she was so sleepy and tired, you didn't have the heart to do it.

"Just don't dye it then," you said, giving her boots and shin pads to pack.

"But I wanted to dye my hair before going. I won't be able to do that at camp," she said, annoyed, taking her sports gear from you before closing the suitcase more aggressively than needed. "I hate when my roots are showing."

"I love when they're showing," you said teasingly. If Alexia was annoyed, you would make sure to annoy her even more.

She got riled up easily, and you liked that.

"Well, you do," she said. "Yo no!"

Alexia put the closed suitcase on the bed before heading to the big mirror in your room. "Look, it's awful." Her eyes were squinting, as if she were counting each strand of hair that needed to be dyed.

You rolled your eyes but walked toward her, hugging her from behind. "You look pretty, hair dyed or not." You kissed her neck sweetly and smiled when Alexia didn't pull away.

"I like blonde," she stated firmly, but her body language was anything but firm. She was soft now, realising that she wouldn't see you for two weeks.

"I like you whatever," you said, your cold hand making its way under her shirt before stopping at her bra.

"If you really liked me–" Alexia breathed, her body shivering when your hand found her nipple. "You would have woken me up."

You laughed a little. "Oh, are we being dramatic now, la reina?"

"Sí," she breathed, eyes closed. "You were mean to me. You promised me you would wake me up, but you didn't."

"I didn't because you looked too pretty," you said. "You can't blame me."

"I bought it," Alexia said, taking the pillows from the sofa and throwing them one by one on the floor. "I know I did. I put them in a separate bag, too."

"Alexia," you held the bridge of your nose. "The bottles of blonde dye are not under the sofa's pillows, for the love of God."

"Then where are they?" Alexia turned to you, an exasperated expression on her face.

"I don't know!" you said.

You were lying. You knew where they were: at the bottom of your office's trash. You wanted brunette Alexia back, and you were willing to do it, even if not by the most righteous of ways.

"I haven't dyed my hair in two months," Alexia said angrily, sitting beside you on the loveseat and wrapping an arm around your waist, bringing you closer. "This is my first day off... I wanted to finally dye it!"

You put the book you were reading aside and lifted your head to look at her. "Do you hear how ridiculous you sound? You have a full day off in sixty days and you want to spend it dyeing your hair rather than being with your wife?"

Alexia was silent as you began kissing her jaw.

"I'm still spending time with you, though," Alexia said, tilting her neck to the side so you would have more room to kiss.

"Uh huh," you shook your head. "You spent the last thirty minutes looking for a bottle of bleach when you could've spent it with me... that's thirty fewer minutes of our life that were thrown in the trash."

"Don't be so manipulative," Alexia mumbled, holding your body so you were straddling her.

"But you like it," you whispered against the skin of her cheek.

"Yes, I do," she agreed eagerly as you slipped your tongue inside her mouth, kissing her deeply.

"Ale, come here," you said as you sat on the other end of the sofa. Alexia was playing FIFA.

"Un momento," she said without looking at you. "Almost done."

You waited while flipping through the pages of the very new and handmade album you had just finished. It took you a few weeks, but it was finally done.

When Alexia scored a goal–really Alexia, because her game character was the one who scored–she closed the game and sat beside you, kissing the top of your head.

"What do you have there?" she said, curious eyes gazing at the photography album opened on your lap.

"Just a little thing I've done for Valentine's Day," you said. "Take it as an early gift."

You handed it to her, watching as she flipped through the pages. They were filled with pictures of you two.

It began with you and Alexia at thirteen, both too small in Barcelona's jersey. Alexia's hair was cut very unevenly, she had told you her mom was mad about that. You said she looked cool. That's when your friendship started.

There were pictures of games you shared together, both of you playing for Catalunya under-15s, then more pictures of you dating. Alexia kissed your cheek when you were both sixteen.

"This is so beautiful, amor," Alexia said. "You did it yourself?" she asked.

You nodded, smiling. "Yes, I asked our moms if they had pictures of us when we were younger."

"I love it, thank you," Alexia said. "We were so young."

"Yes, literal kids," you said.

You did the photography album because you knew Alexia would like it, yes. You didn't have millions of dollars to give Alexia an expensive gift, actually, you did, because Alexia's bank account was your own, but you didn't like to use it. Instead, you wanted to create something intimate, something meaningful to give to her, something only you could make.

But this wasn't the only reason. You wanted to show–very subtly–how much you loved her brunette hair, wanted Alexia to associate her brunette hair with the first few years of when you started dating.

Some would call it emotional manipulation. You just called it psychology.

Well, psychology didn't work.

Alexia kept buying bottles of bleach, and you kept throwing them away, while very artistically pretending not to know where they were as you helped her search the whole house for them.

Your last plan was something, between the lines, criminal.

You started to pretend to be someone else.

Yes, you weren't proud of it. But desperate times called for desperate measures.

When Alexia would mention she was going to book an appointment to dye or bleach her hair at a salon, you were faster. You would call all the salons you knew Alexia could go to and book appointments during all of Alexia's possible free time.

"This is the fifth salon already!" Alexia complained while eating the fruit salad you had just given her.

"What?" you asked as you were making coffee for both of you.

"Somehow all the salons that specialise in blonde hair are fully booked today," she grumbled, taking a bite of a strawberry. "That can't be normal! I even said they could book me during lunch, and even that time slot had someone already booked."

"Oh," you said in faux pity. "That is so sad, baby."

You were beaming on the inside.

"I think I'll need to go to France to get my hair blonde again," she said.

Oh no, you thought to yourself. Another crime you would have to commit: steal somebody's passport

Alexia didn't go to France, but she did find herself a salon in Madrid, of all places. She told you the night before that she was catching a flight to go there, but that she would be back the next day. She was literally just making the trip to get her hair done.

You, of course, couldn't let that happen. Her roots were almost at eye level now—the brunette was coming out beautifully.

When she had her small backpack ready, that's when you began your show.

You lay down on the sofa, legs pressed against your chest, pout on your face. You didn't call Alexia, you didn't need to. She was by your side the moment she noticed you were in pain.

"Hey, princesa," she said worriedly. "What happened?" Alexia was kneeling on the couch, her backpack long forgotten somewhere by the door. Her flight was in one hour, and she would still have to get through Barcelona's traffic. You needed to keep her with you for at least half an hour.

"Cramps," you said, pout on your face. "Got my period this morning."

Alexia looked at you, confused. "Your period? What do you mean? You were on your period two weeks ago."

You almost rolled your eyes. Why did Alexia have to remember everything?

"Well…" you said, trying to think of some excuse. "Guess my hormones are all wrong. My period has been irregular for a few months now."

"It has?" Alexia tilted her head. "Why didn't you tell me? I can book a doctor's appointment for you."

"It's okay–"

"No," Alexia said. "I'm booking a gynaecologist for you tomorrow, sí? Maybe they can get you on the pill. You can't be having two periods a month…you'll get anaemic."

You wanted to hold Alexia, tell her to stay with you, but she was already up. For a moment, you got scared that she was leaving for the airport. But she wasn't.

"I'm going to the pharmacy," she said, hand brushing your cheek gently. "Gonna get some ibuprofen and some iron pills."

You froze. Alexia was taking this too seriously. You didn't need any medicine. Hell, you weren't even on your period, you just wanted a reason for her to stay home and not dye her hair.

"No, Ale, it's alright. Just stay with me."

But Alexia thought she was the one responsible for fixing everything. Of course, she went to the pharmacy like her life and dignity depended on it.

In the end, you had to take two ibuprofen pills that day, plus iron pills for a week, and go to the doctor Alexia had booked for you.

But hey, at least Alexia's roots were growing during that time.

At the end, you didn't need to formulate any more elaborate plans. It was Tuesday night, and Alexia had come home after a long day at training.

Her hair was now half brunette. You had worked hard enough that Alexia wasn't able to dye it, even if she wanted it a lot.

Alexia walked into your shared bedroom. She looked different, like she had something to say. You knew that look very well, it was the same look the same look she got when she was thinking of something for a long period of time and had finally made up her mind.

"I'm not dyeing my hair anymore," she said, just like that.

She dropped her body on the bed like a starfish. On a normal day, you would smack her arm playfully and tell her not to lie on the bed with her training jersey filled with grass, but you were completely caught off guard.

Alexia's words felt like an angel had just materialised in your room, telling you your biggest dream would come true.

You looked up from your laptop, where you were definitely not researching how to sabotage a bottle of bleach to make the hair of whoever uses it darker.

"What?"

"Yeah..." she said, looking at you, a small smile on her face.

She wasn't necessarily close, your feet were just touching her torso from the way she was lying, but you could smell her post-training scent, the smell of the deodorant she uses.

You couldn't help but peek at her little brunette roots that were getting longer every day.

"I'm letting it grow out–" she stated.

Why? You wanted to ask, but you were scared that if you said anything, she might change her mind. So you just stared at her, trying not to smile too big, trying to keep casual. You let her talk.

"--because," she said quietly, and then, in an instant, she got up and pulled the photography album from the little drawer on your nightstand. She began flipping through the pages.

"I was seeing these pictures again the other day, and realised how cute I looked with brunette hair. It makes me look younger, I think."

Your heart was doing something weird in your chest.

"And also," she continued, and there was this little smirk on her face, "because I know you've been throwing away my hair dye, amor."

Shit. Your face went hot. Your heart was beating faster, but not because of her brunette roots, but from nervousness. You were caught.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you said, avoiding eye contact.

"Mhmm." She moved closer, her voice dropping. "And booking appointments at every salon in Barcelona under fake names."

You opened your mouth to deny it, but she put her finger against your lips.

"I'm not mad," she said. "Actually... It's kind of hot how obsessed you are with my hair."

"So you're really going to let it grow out?" you whispered against her finger.

"Sí," she said, settling against you, her head on your shoulder. "Blonde Alexia can take a vacation, don't you think?"

You nodded eagerly, wrapping your arms around her and kissing the top of her head, breathing in her hair, already imagining how perfect she was going to look in a few months when all the blonde was gone.

"Te amo," you whispered.

"Te amo también," she replied. "Even though you're completely loca."

a/n: i had so so so much fun writing thisss!! <3

#woso x reader #woso fanfic #alexia putellas #alexia putellas fanfic #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas writing

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tashames · 14 hours ago

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Affection | Bob Reynolds x Reader

Summary: You're always extra affectionate with Bob but he thinks you're like that with the rest of the team until the Thunderbolts tell him that's not true

Word Count: 2.9k words

Content: fluff, confessions, physical affection

A/N: I started this 2 days ago and I was still writing while working so hopefully it's good for y'all:) Let me know what you think!

Bob had always thought that your affection towards him was the way you were with everyone. He had seen the way you smack John's shoulder when he says mean jokes to him. Or the way that you would hold Yelena's arm when you both would beg Alexei for something. But he thought that when you held his hand or brushed your fingers through his hair or even cuddled, it was just because you did it with everyone else. But you display of affection towards him was much more than everyone else's.

One early morning in the Tower, Bob had woken up to make some coffee. As he does usually. He hummed himself a little tune, peacefully making the coffee.

Waking early was part of the contract of being a New Avenger. Although you hated it, it was just the way of life around here. You got up sleepily, just wanting to head back to bed already. Shuffling your feet out to hallway, unable to muster the energy to lift them, you end up going to the kitchen first. Seeing Bob standing in front of the coffee pot made your heart swell. You crept up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and nuzzling your face on his back.

"Good morning," you said tiredly. Bob smiles to himself, feeling your warmth combining with his.

"G-Good morning," he responds back. Every morning was the same. He makes coffee while you come up from behind and hug him, not letting go even when he's moving around the kitchen. You won't let go until he gives you a mug with coffee. This morning was the same.

Yelena walks in, seeing the same thing every morning. She smiles to herself and sits down on the stools behind the counter.

"Can I get a mug also? After you give little miss leech hers," she calls out as she sees you hugging him tighter.

"She's not a leech. She just like that", Bob defends you, already pouring two mugs with coffee.

"Leeches stick like that. To every move, like her. A leech", Yelena points out. You just huff in annoyance, pulling away and headed over to the stool next to her. Bob's smile faltered a bit when he felt you pull away. He never wants to accept it but he just wants to hold onto you and never let go. Have you wrapped in his arms and holding you close to his chest.

You sat down on the stool, reaching for your mug and taking a sip. The hot liquid hitting your lips and sliding down your throat as the aftertaste stays on your tongue. You moan at the taste of it, closing your eyes shut. Bob darts his eyes at you, a blush creeping up his neck and onto his cheeks. Yelena sips, eyeing both you and Bob.

"You always make the best coffee Bob," you sigh out, placing your mug back on the counter.

"I always do it for you," Bob replies back, sitting down next to you with a mug in his hand. You put your foot with his and swing it a bit. Bob had learned by now that no matter where you two are or whats going on, you will always find a way to be touching him. Either it's both your knees touching or you're leaning your head on his shoulder. You always show affection towards him.

After finishing up your coffee, you head back towards your room to shower and change. Bob headed back towards his, to do the same but also to hide the fact that his heart was racing. His mind was always being occupied by you. Every little touch you gave him, his heart would race. Mind filled with thoughts about you.

Today, you were going to train with Bucky. Although you were a S.H.E.I.L.D agent that got injected by Hydra with the solider serum, you still had to practice. Especially with Bucky. He was always pushing everyone to train.

"You have to keep pushing forward," Bucky says, dodging your punches as if he knew exactly where you were going to hit. You were getting annoyed by the minute. Not hitting Barnes meant a longer training. Just as Bucky is about to throw a punch, you dodge down and kick him in his abdomen with all your force. Bucky stumbles back a bit, holding his side.

"We can uh take a quick break", he coughs out as he walks over to the benches and sits down. You walk towards him, picking up your water bottle before sitting next to him. Shoulders barely touching. Both of you just drinking and breathing hard from the training.

"Do you think we can get pizza later today? I've been craving it since last week", you ask as you turn to look at him. Bucky leans his head against the wall.

"Yeah, we could. It's been awhile since we've had pizza", he responds back.

"I mean last time we had pizza, Alexei threw it to John and it ended up on the ceiling for a week", you laugh out. Bucky chuckles a bit, remembering that day.

Unbeknownst to both of you, Bob had been seeing your interaction. Seeing that you don't lean into him like you do to him. Bob walks away, thinking.

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After Yelena had come home from a mission, she had decided to paint your nails, as well as Ava’s. She had found the ‘prettiest blue’ during her mission that she took it and wanted to try it out. Yelena had practically dragged you and Ava out of your rooms and into the living room to start on the nails.

“See, isn’t this the prettiest blue you’ve seen. It’s all shimmery but not sparkly,” she says, holding up the bottle to show you and Ava. Ava had rolled her eyes, but was getting her nails ready to be painted by Yelena.

“I don’t see what the point is in painting our nails. They get chipped and ruined during our missions or trainings anyways,” Ava huffs out. She had already put her hands on Yelena’s lap first. You had started to organize the nail polish that Yelena has been keeping so far, putting them on display for her to pick and choose from quicker.

“It helps enlighten our mood seeing our nails like this. Plus we’re women, we have to embrace our feminity sometimes and we can do that with painting our nails, so which color do you want Ava,” Yelena asks, looking down at the line of nail polish bottles.

“I guess we can do white,” Ava responds back, blowing a piece of hair away from her face. You grab the white bottle, handing it over to Yelena. She opens it and starts to do the process of painting Ava's nails.

“Can you braid my hair for me? I can’t at the moment,” Ava asks, looking at you as she blows another piece of hair that fell onto her face. You nod excitedly. Ava doesn’t let anyone touch her hair unless if she gives them permission or it’s a death-life situation.

You head behind Ava, grabbing her hair from the front and pushing it out to the back. You comb through her hair with your fingers, feeling how smooth and healthy it is. You start from the top of her head, grabbing small pieces of hair and pulling out towards the back. As you start to braid her hair, Yelena had started to talk about how her and Natasha would always paint each other nails when they were younger.

“After school, we would come home to see Dad had bought us new nail polish. We would throw our book bags down and rush to sit at the dining table. Natasha would always paint my nails first then I would paint hers. Although I would always have different colors on each fingers, Natasha would always paint them without ever complaining about my color choices. But she would only go for one solid color for all her fingers. I always thought on how weird it was that she didn’t want to have fun colors on her hands. But now, I understand. Too much colors can be too much for the eyes.” Yelena smiles, remembering her childhood before the Red Room took her away. You and Ava were just sitting and listening peacefully, not wanting to interrupt her memories.

Finishing up Ava’s braid and tying a hair tie at the end, you sat back and admire your work. Your fingers ran down her braid lightly, feeling the bumps.

“Finished with your braid, Ava,” you say as you sit back down on the floor, next to the table where the bottles of nail polish are.

“Thanks. I like to keep it in a braid so it won’t get too messed up when I’m fighting,” Ava says while looking down to her nails.

“That’s why I cut mine. Too much damage and it gets in the way sometimes,” Yelena speaks out, pointing at her hair. You nod slowly, understandingly. Yelena finishes up on Ava’s nails and shoos her away. Already grabbing the color bottle that you want, you hand it over to Yelena before sitting down where Ava just was.

“Wow this is a pretty color too, Nice choice,” Yelena smiles at you, opening the bottle. She grabs your hand endearingly, not wanting to mess up and paint the sides of your fingers with the nail polish.

You can see the way she brings the brush over your nails, almost filling up your nail completely with the color, only going over twice. Her face steady with concentration. It’s already been 9 months since you have first met Yelena but now she feels like an older sister to you. The way she would stop John from pestering you to when she would bring you a bowl of sliced fruit to your room saying ,”We all need fruit in our systems, it makes us stronger.” Even Ava would sometimes just hand you a water bottle during training without saying a word. Being in a tower where it was mostly men walking around and coming along to guide you during missions, it was nice knowing you had two more women around you that had gone through similar experiences. Sticking close to each other was a must at this point, especially when the men living with you ask if it’s that time of month. More specifically, John.

“And finished, now it’s my turn,” Yelena says, closing the bottle and already opening up her new nail polish. You look down at your fingers, seeing how beautiful the color looks. You smile to yourself, maybe Bob would like this color.

Yelena already has her hands down on your lap, getting ready for her nails to be painted. Gently grabbing her hands, also trying not to ruin your freshly painted nails, you start on painting her nails. Doing the same motion as she did before, filling her nails completely with color.

Yelena looks up from watching you paint her nails and sees Bob standing in the kitchen, making himself something.

"Bob what are you making?" Yelena sits up straight and extends her neck, trying to see over you.

"Just some fruit," Bob answers. He starts to take out 3 more small bowls, placing them in a line. He cuts some fruit and places them into the bowl with a fork in the bowl. Carefully, he grabs them and makes his way over to the living room.

Ava looks up to Bob and sees him giving her a bowl. She takes it and thanks him, picking up the fork and sorting out the fruit. Bob looks over to you and sees you holding Yelena's hand. His eyebrows furrow.

"You can place them on the table. We're almost done here." Yelena point over to the table while blowing in her nails to make them dry faster.

You look over to see him doing what she said, gently placing down the bowls. Just as your finishing up her last nail, Bob sits behind you. He peers over your shoulder, seeing your work. You can feel his warm breath on your shoulder. His fingers slightly touching your waist.

" All done." You grin, seeing Yelena looking down at her nails. You lean into Bob, putting your back against his side and sigh. You feel him tense under you for a second.

"You can relax Bob, I'm just trying not to let the paint get ruined on my nails right now," you giggle as you show him your hands.

"W-Wow. They look pretty," Bob complimented. You can feel Bob move for a bit until he finally settles in. He wraps his arms and legs around you, trapping you with his body. Bob brings his hands to yours, grabbing them to look closer.

Both Yelena and Ava turn to each other and share a look. They both get up at the same time, picking up their bowl of fruit.

"I'm just gonna head to my room now." Ava smiled towards us and walked off, phasing away.

"I'm going to go see what Dad is doing cause last I heard, he was teaching John how to play goldfish." Yelena rolled her eyes and winked at you before leaving.

It was quiet but yet peaceful. Bob had been holding you for the past 10 minutes, his head buried in your neck. You had been eating your fruit while watching a show. You love being held by Bob. His warmth felt like a sunny day at the beach. You could feel the way his chest rose and fell back down when breathing. The minute Bob would touch you, you stopped everything and paid attention to him.

Finishing your bowl, you leaned over to place it back on the table but Bob's hold on you tightened.

"Bob, I'm just going to put it back on the table. I'm still going to be here." You turn your head back slightly. The grip on you loosens, letting you finally place the bowl on the table. Once the bowl hit the table, you feel yourself get pulled back into Bob's chest. A smile forms on your lips. Slowly you rubbed his arms, letting him go into a peaceful sleep on you.

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Bob had been woken up by the screeching sound of a chair being pulled out. He opens his eyes and looks around. He sits up from the couch and rubbing his eye.

"Did I fall asleep on the couch last night," he asks looking behind him to see everyone except you at the table. Already eating.

"Yeah, you and your other half did," John responds while chewing on his food.

"O-Other half?" Bob gets up from the couch, stretching his arms up. His shirt rides up, exposing his v-line.

"Don't play dumb. You know who. Who else would be cuddling with you?" John goes to drink his coffee while eyeing Bob.

"Well she cuddles with everyone, doesn't she?" Bob walks over to the table and sits down at one of the open chairs, looking over the food options.

"No. She only does that with you Bob. All the holding hands, looking at each other with love eyes, cuddling with each other and the rest of the lovey-dovey shit, that's all you two. She doesn't do that with us," John clarified, rolling his eyes.

Bob looks to everyone, seeing them nod in agreement to what John had just said.

"I just thought thats how she is with everyone," Bob says, remembering the past week of how you barely give physical affection to anyone else but him. Soon his cheeks started to heat up. His heart was pounding rapidly.

"Bob," Bucky says, his voice stern. Everyone stops and looks at Bucky. His arms are crossed against his chest, showing off his biceps.

"Everyone in the whole Tower knows that you two are in love. We can see it very much. Just ask her our already. And don't give me that 'oh what if she doesn't like me' bullshit. She does, trust me." Bucky huffs out.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to speak, he feels hands come up to his shoulders and a kiss on his head. He looks up to see you smiling down to him.

"He's not wrong you know. Since the moment that we first moved in and you helped me with decorating my room, that's when my feelings started to develop," you admitted. A blush coming to your cheeks. Just staring into Bob's glistening eyes. A beautiful dark brown that you can never get enough of.

"Ugh just kiss already," Ava rolled her eyes and continued eating.

"KISS! KISS! KISS," Alexei started to shout out, banging the table hard that it started to make it jump. Everyone else tuned in with him, chanting it.

You close your eyes, leaning down to Bob. Your lips meet his, a soft but yet loving kiss was placed on his lips. Just as your about to pull away, Bob's hands come up to the your face and pulls you back down. He connects to your lips again. This kiss had a more exciting spark in it. Everyone around you shouted in excitement.

"Finally!" Everyone yells as you smile against Bob's lips.

Pulling away from each other, Bob smiles genuinely.

"Do you want to be mine?"

"I'm already yours."

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corporalswhore · 2 days ago

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— souvenir (satoru gojo)

pairing: satoru gojo x student!reader

summary: satoru realizes that he doesn’t see you as his little girl anymore. cue moral dilemma.

warnings: teacher/student relationship. dark content. major age gap. reader is legal. nsfw! fingering. mentions of corruption, morally bad satoru gojo but that’s my brand! also, this is unedited, so enjoy this crap <3

satoru gojo knows better.

he is grown — he knows the difference between love and lust. but, sometimes he forgets that they’re two sides of the same coin; that, in an instant, things can change — the coin can flip, whether he likes it or not.

and he knows he didn’t flip this particular token — your coin, he wouldn’t dare. no, you’re his little girl; your piece will forever lay upright on the love side, never budging — he reminds himself.

so, why oh why, is he currently feeling a burning in his stomach, a craving for you — a desire to feel your skin beneath his?

you’re practically his daughter. he raised you from young. fathered you into the woman you are today.

it’s disgusting.

the elders would tell him love is the only pure thing we have, the closest thing to god — and that lust is a mortal sin, the closest thing to the devil.

and he’s starting to realize he is the embodiment of sin.

the moment you both locked eyes, it became a problem — as if there was magic in every silent word from your eyes — you became his downfall. and if the moon were to intervene right now, he’d tell all of satoru’s dirty secrets — that he wants to drop the veil of decency, cross lines with you — how he believes that he must destroy himself in you.

and maybe your coin had been flipped long ago — tossed aside and tucked away deep in his fantasies without him realizing.

poor judgement on his behalf, because he could’ve sworn he felt some sort of fatherly instinct when yuuji had gripped your waist to pull you closer into his chest — but now the dots are connecting.

fuck fatherly instinct, his grip on his drink didn’t tighten because of that — it tightened because it should’ve been him doing that — pulling you closer to him, wrapping his arms around your waist.

it was never protective, but possessive.

and fuck, satoru shouldn’t be getting so worked up about this. you’re his student.

his kid.

but what good would reminding him of mere titles do? he’s far too gone, beyond making excuses for his behavior — he’s already unintentionally surrendered himself to you. if he already has his seat reserved in hell, why fight it?

and that’s why his gaze never leaves you the entire night.

not when your feet begin to hurt after being on the dance floor for too long, not when it hits 3am and you’re still giggling with your friends — fingers always clasped around the stem of a glass. and definitely not when your eyes fall on him, all twinkly. giddiness laced in the lopsided smile you shoot him.

and satoru’s heart flutters at the innocence of it all, legs already moving to you. he thinks, what good would making excuses do for him now? nothing. the coin has already been upended, and there’s no backing down now, no changing — no matter how bad he wishes yours had remained untouched.

but instinct, god. at the end of the day, he is just a man — unfortunately. and men should never be trusted around pretty little things like you.

(satoru had always reminded himself of that when he thought of himself as a father, and you his daughter — it was a silent warning in his head when he saw men around you, instantly redirecting you away from them.)

and now, he’s the monster.

because there’s no one else here to protect you, it was only him — and now, he’s playing the role of the villain.

“come on, let me carry you back to your room.” he offers softly, egyptian blue swimming in his eyes as he studies you. and it’s the kind of sight you’ve never had the luxury of witnessing without him. goosebumps rise beneath the weight of his gaze.

you nod, a bit too enthusiastically — alcohol still prominent in your veins.

and that’s your first mistake.

you think he’s being kind, caring — a good caretaker. but you couldn’t be farther from the truth, because satoru gojo has a glint in his eye, something hidden in those irises that screams he is not to be trusted.

though, make no mistake — it wasn’t always there. he has always been pure in his interactions with you. too pure. too loving. too fatherly.

so who can blame you for the way your hand loops through his arm so safely, or the way you let him place his palm on your hip, so protectively (it’s possessive), as he guides you into the lobby.

“you good, princess?” he whispers into your ear as you both wait for the elevator, and his fingers unintentionally dig deeper into your waist when he hears you hum — a flushed little mhm.

you’re so not good. not with the way you feel him eyeing you, not with his body heat radiating onto you in waves. you’re pressed flush against his side — you think it’s because he doesn’t want you to stumble when you walk. it’s actually because he just wants to feel you against his skin.

regardless, it has you imperceptibly gripping tighter around his arms. but satoru feels it all. every shiver, every goosebump — he’s observing you too much to miss it.

and maybe it’s the liquor, the courage it gives you when he glances down at you as he presses your floor in the elevator — the way you don’t flit your eyes away or look down sheepishly. it’s the way you stare back, almost like a silent invitation.

maybe.

but satoru doesn’t even have time to deduce it when he feels whiskey lips pressed against his, body tumbling into his as you try to get him down to your level.

and there’s a flicker of skilled tongue before he pulls away. gaze darkening as he drinks you in face to face — whispering your name as if it’s the only language he can speak.

as if any other word would break the tension — would forcefully flip your coin back.

(nothing would.)

satoru’s hands find purchase on your hips, rough fingers bunching at the fabric that separates your skin from his. and it gives you the slightest hint that you’re not going to get scolded for kissing your teacher.

it riles your courage more, nimble fingers already flexing at his belt loop.

ding!

and you both pull apart — or rather, satoru takes a single long step back, but his hand never leaves your side.

rushed footsteps fill the hallway as he drags you to your room — almost tripping both of you in his haze. too wrapped up in his desire to ruin you, have you in his arms — god, the moment your breath met with his, he’s been itching to ruin you. the way the fragrance of your body mingled with his soul, slowly constricting around it as you unknowingly eat away at his last resolve — his last chance to be a good person.

should he stop? take his arm off of you and just walk away? bid you farewell with the reassurance that it was just the liquor that had your soft lips pressed against his?

nope, his mind is already made up. body already given into his desires, can’t stop that now, satoru reasons.

and now he’s watching you fumble for your keycard — cheeks flushed and breath coming in slow, ragged. the second he’s in your room, you’re pushed onto the bed — heels kicked off as satoru eyes you, and there’s something weird in his gaze. something you can’t place.

the moon would tell you it’s his selfishness. his thirst for forbidden fruit — the way he won’t hold your stare for too long because his hunger persists, wants, and craves you.

only you.

(suddenly.)

and satoru knows heaven will never know his name.

not when he lifts his fingers to your mouth and tells you to suck. not when he murmurs fucking hell when you teasingly wrap your lips around his middle and ring finger until they are wet.

and definitely not when he tells you to lie back — and almost like a girl with experience, you obediently listen — legs spreading without being asked, giving him a view of your center.

and that — that fucks with him.

because what do you know about this?

but satoru doesn’t dwell on it for long, too focused on stripping your panties down your legs quickly. and when it’s long gone, his fingers slide up your naked core, making you shiver. satoru just chuckles — a low, broken sound — as he rubs slow, deliberate circles around your sensitive nub.

a soft whimper leaves you as you arch your back, hips shifting in a desperate attempt to feel him deeper. and without a second thought, his fingers pound into you, curling and pressing around your heat, producing a sound so filthy it has satoru’s briefs soaked, already dripping in pre-cum. the vigor of his fingers has you gasping out a litany of whimpers and broken whispers of his name.

when satoru finally pulls your first orgasm out of you — his hands quickly find the buckle of his pants and slip it off of him — settling himself between your thighs, elbows braced beside your head, and like instinct, you grip onto him like he’s your lifeline.

and he’s going to take your breath away like a souvenir that he will keep.

#🧁#sweet sins ·˚ ༘♡#gojo satoru x student!reader #gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo saturo x reader #gojo smut #gojo imagines #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo satoru imagine #gojo x you #gojo satoru

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burningember0802 · 3 days ago

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Three's Company

Pairing: Robby x Abbot x Reader

Warnings: sexual content (nothing super explicit but gets more than PG13), cursing (let me know if I forget anything else!)

Word count: 1.8k

A/N: Ahhh so I wrote this today after the idea banging around in my mind for a couple of days and me being upset with the lack of Robby x Abbot x Reader fics where Robby and Abbot are also boyfriends. So here's the result of me speed writing this today. Started this not expecting this to be super long and now it's way longer than I expected and will likely be a series because there's way more to write about these three. If you guys like this and want more please let me know! Also let me know if you guys want an actual smut of what happened during their weekend together?? I didn't want to jump in with immediately having smut haha

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It was a rare occasion that you went out to the bars with your friends, usually opting to stay home in the comfort of your apartment but tonight was different. Tonight you had been dragged out to a bar with a couple of your friends to celebrate you starting your new job the following Monday. Your friend Katie claimed she wanted to force you to relax and let loose one last time before you were stuck drowning in long shifts as a 3rd year resident at the emergency department nearby. You agreed with a groan, putting on a cute little dress and dolling yourself up, at least using the opportunity to feel good about yourself.

That’s how you found yourself in the same bar as Michael Robinavitch and Jack Abbot. You were on the dance floor with your friends, moving to the beat of the music, letting it fill your bones as the two men sat over at the bar sipping on beer. Robby and Abbot had decided to go out after a long week of work to relax, as a date of sorts. The two of them had started seeing each other officially about 8 months ago when Jack finally broke down and confessed and Robby couldn’t help but admit his mutual affection for the man before him. So the two of them officially became a thing, going on small dates, staying at each other's apartments, etc. No one in the hospital knew about their change in relationship besides Dana because she clocked something had changed the moment she saw them interact for the first time after everything. Nothing could be hidden from her in the Pitt.

Both of the men were bisexual and weren’t scared to admit that to each other, both still seeing women as attractive despite their love for each other. They never thought of doing anything outside of their relationship or opening it but it was something they both knew. So when both men noticed the way their eyes kept finding your figure in the crowd of people, unable to be enamored by you. By the way you sway your hips, you throw your head back when you laugh, how you feel the music with your whole body, the smile on your face, just you. The two men glanced at each other, having an unspoken conversation with just their eyes, as they had done many times in the ER, both acknowledging their attraction to you.

A little while later you came up to the bar to get another drink, your cheeks flushed from dancing, a small smile on your face. You stood next to where the two men sat nursing their beers, giving the bartender your order before leaning on the counter while you waited. You couldn’t help but have noticed the way their eyes had followed you throughout the night, having caught it a couple times. You weren’t weirded out by it oddly enough. “Do you guys always stare at women at bars like that?” You said as you took your drink from the bartender, glancing at the two men next to you as you took a sip. Jack was the first one to speak, a small smirk gracing his face. “Only ones who look as pretty as you do, doll” He says cheekily. You can’t help but chuckle with a blushing smile. “Does that usually work?” You ask with a raised eyebrow. “This is the first time we’ve tried, hoping we’ll be 1 for 1” Robby says, finally speaking up with a smile, placing a hand on Jack’s shoulder.

The three of you continued chatting and flirting for a little while longer, your face tinted a dark shade of pink the whole time, much to the two men’s pleasure, before they asked you to go home with them. You felt brave tonight and decided to say fuck it and said yes, quickly texting your friends that you were leaving and not to wait up for you before leaving with the two men. As soon as the three of you got back to Robby’s apartment as it was the closest you were all on top of each other, lips on each other’s, on each other’s necks, hands anywhere they could reach, the three of you just desperate for each other. The rest of the night was spent with the three of you tangled up in the bed together in various positions, moans reverberating against the walls of the apartment. The three of you fell asleep tangled in their king bed together once everything was finished. You had woken up very early in the morning, close to 5 am before the sun even came up and snuck out of bed with the two men and out of the apartment. You weren’t usually one for one night stands and you’d never done anything like this before and it honestly scared you, so you left, hoping to be able to ignore it and leave it behind.

Fate had other plans though. Bright and early Monday morning you walk into PTMC, ready for your first day as a new transfer in 3rd year resident, anxiety already settled deep in your stomach. As you walk into the ER the smell of antiseptic and the fluorescent lights bombard your senses. You see Dana at the nurses station already, getting ready for the day shift. You walk up to her with a smile as she sees you and grins, coming to give you a hug as she was an old family friend and had put in a good word for you to get your residency spot here. “So glad to see your face and be working with you kid!” Dana says with a smile as she wraps her arms around you. “Me too, glad to be here.” You say, grinning back. She catches a glimpse of a hickey on your shoulder from your weekend adventure barely peaking up from your collar as she pulls away. “What’s that hun?” She says with a knowing smirk. “It’s nothing Dana, we’re not talking about it, I ran into a cabinet.” You say rolling your eyes as she shows you where the locker room is so you can put your bag away. “Don’t know what cabinet makes bruises that look like a mouth but whatever you say kid” She says with a laugh as she walks away.

A minute later you walk back to the nurses station where Dana’s waiting for you. While you’re at the nurses station chatting with Dana, waiting to meet your attending, Robby and Jack come down from their routine chat on the roof during shift hand off. As they both come out of the stairwell they see you at the nurses station wearing scrubs and an ID badge on, so there’s no denying you’re the new resident they were told about. “You’re fucking kidding me…” Robby mutters under his breath, glancing at Jack who had a similar look of disbelief in his eyes. They pull themselves together enough to be professional as they approach you and Dana at the nurses station. “Ah, there they are. These are our night and day shift head attendings!” Dana says with a grin, gesturing towards Jack and Robby who both have a polite smile plastered on their face. “Dr. Robinavitch will be your day shift attending and head of the emergency department, everyone calls him Robby though, and Dr. Abbot will be your head night shift attending.” Dana continues, not feeling the tension and shock between the three of you. You just nod with a polite smile stuck on your face. “Nice to meet you, Dr. Y/N Y/L/N, new 3rd year resident.” You introduce yourself with a professional and polite tone, shaking both of their hands, trying to act like this weekend didn’t happen and you’re not spiraling in your head right now. The two men shake your hand and respond with a ‘nice to meet you’ with the same tone as you. You were glad they seemed to be on the same page as you for the moment of not imploding your job because you guys had slept together over the weekend.

Robby and Jack walk away a second later, Robby walking Jack towards the door so he can leave and get some rest before his next shift. The two men talk in tense whispers. “What the fuck do we do?” Robby says, his whisper tense and riddled with anxiety. “Fuck if I know, I guess we can ask her how she’d like to handle it but for now just act like it didn’t happen and stay professional until then?” Jack responds, his voice just as tense but calmer than Robby. Robby nods, running his hand over his face, letting out a sigh. Jack and Robby say their goodbyes in the quiet empty ambulance bay, giving each other a quick kiss before Jack leaves.

Robby walks back into the ER, his shoulder tense with anxiety. He decides he needs some caffeine before he starts work if he is going to get through this shift. He walks into the staff lounge to find you already in there making a cup of coffee. He pauses at the table, not saying anything, not entirely knowing what to say anyway. You had noticed him out of the corner of your eye the second he walked in, too observant not to. You poured the fresh coffee you made from the pot into two small foam cups that were in the lounge next to the coffee maker. You walk over to where Robby was standing silently at the table, too lost in his own thoughts to notice you moving, placing one of the cups in front of him. “It’s fresh, black.” You say softly before walking back to the counter to add cream and sugar to yours.

He grabs the warm cup, eyes wide, taking a long sip from it and letting out a sigh after. “Thank you…” He says quietly, the tension between the two of you unable to go unnoticed anymore. “I swear I didn’t know…” You say quietly from the counter, your back still facing him as you finish making your coffee, anxiety evident in your voice. “I know…we didn’t either…it’s no one’s fault.” He says letting out a sigh, running his hand over his face again out of habit. “We can talk more about it later, the three of us, how we want to handle it and all…” Robby offers. You finally turn around, cup in hand, leaning against the counter, your soft eyes meeting his. “Yeah…that sounds like the best idea most likely…” you say softly. “But obviously as far as work goes, it might as well have never happened, it won’t change anything with how either of us will treat you on the clock, promise” Robby says, hoping to offer some comfort. “Thank you, I really appreciate it.” You say offering a small smile before making your way back to the ER floor, ready to hit the ground running your first day.

#the pitt #michael robinavitch x reader #jack abbot x reader #abbot x robby x reader #michael robinavitch #jack abbot #the pitt fandom #the pitt fanfiction #the pitt hbo #dr abbot x reader #dr robby x reader

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svnscape · 2 days ago

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special chapter 29 - welcome to NCTU first year edition (part one)

cw: drugs, excessive alcohol consumption, mentions of substance misuse

“biochem? really? and you’re just telling me this now?”

“says the guy who chose nursing” haechan huffs as he threw whatever caught his attention in his suitcase, the overstimulation of packing getting to him.

“i thought you wanted to major in music” jaemin plops down on haechan’s bed, the sun filtering through the curtains and straight to his freshly dyed pink hair.

haechan sighs as a response, giving up on packing and cursing himself for doing this a day before uni starts.

he sits next to jaemin or rather on him, as he suffocates him with a hug, putting all of his body weight on him making jaemin groan, and borderline scream as he tried to remove haechan from him.

“haechan! damn man it’s not like we’re getting separated” jaemin breathes out as haechan had finally sat down correctly next to him.

haechan gives jaemin the middle finger followed by a fit of giggling from the both of them.

“jaemin, let’s join a frat. at least we won’t have to deal with fucking dorms and stinky roommates” haechan singsongs playing with the end of jaemin’s sweatpants.

“mhm, you’re not letting go the life of the party lifestyle in high school?” jaemin cocks an eyebrow at his friend, watching him animatedly close his eyes and pout.

“it’s much better in uni from what i’ve heard, plus-” haechan sits up straight and crosses his legs, looking like a cute teddy bear from jaemin’s perspective “do you know lee taeyong? he was like famous when we were like freshmen in high school, well he kinda rules the fraternity scene in NCTU and his old frat is just so famous, it’s actually tempting”

“and what’s his frat?” jaemin closes his eyes in content, taking in the sun warming up his face.

“sigmaphi”

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“are you sure?” jeno speed walks behind mark, a long sigh leaving him, exhausted from the many people gathering for rush week as he pushes them from him, trying to squeeze himself between all of them, heading straight to the fraternity stand he knew mark was desperately trying to reach.

“yeah!” mark yells from his shoulder, eyes locked on taeyong’s neon green hair.

“wait! wait hyung” jeno was finally able to keep up with mark’s abnormally fast legs, as he puts a stern hand on his shoulder.

mark turns around, an aggravated expression taking over his face, the end of summer winds blowing on his dark locks “what now?”

“are you sure it’s a good idea? joining a frat? and this one too? you know what goes down in frats and their- their parties, the alcohol, the drugs… isn’t it too soon?” jeno retorts as softly as possible, making sure not to offend his childhood best friend.

mark sighs in desperation, his hand going to his face in frustration “i get where you’re coming from but i need this jeno. i need the connections if i want to make it. johnny is taeyong’s right hand, a music major and most importantly a dj with a father that owns a studio and many other connections that i desperately need if i want to make it”

“he also deals like crazy and he’s never sober” jeno sighs.

“that has nothing to do with me. i’m just trying to build a social circle so i can get myself signed somewhere” mark turns back as he continues walking towards the famous white and green sigmaphi society stand.

“mark! please”

“jeno i’m fine” mark stops in his tracks “i knew i gave you the scare of your life two years ago, had to repeat a whole year in high school and disappointed literally everyone but i’m better, so much better and i have written so much that i’m dying to get out there to the world. you know being locked up for six months really gets your creativity going” he chuckles to lighten up the mood as he sees jeno’s face twist in worry and hesitation.

“i promise you i’m fine. you don’t have to worry” he flashes him his abnormally attractive smile as he finally reaches the stand.

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“i’m gonna die” jaemin lies down on his bed with a loud dramatic sigh, the sigmaphi signature jersey sticking on his sweaty skin.

“ew go take a shower” haechan throws a towel on jaemin’s face, as he just gone out of the shower himself, his hair dripping wet on the carpeted floor of their shared room.

jaemin throws back that towel and plops on his stomach, hands flying around sassily “yeah yeah. i just don’t get why we have to do all of these missions just to join a house full of jocks that do not know how to form a basic sentence”

“jokes on you everybody here is a nerd. remember what lee taeyong said-

“sigmaphi society welcomes the joined forces of sciences and arts so we can continue to inspire future generations of men to thrive in such a decorated community” they both say in unison before loud laughter erupts from them.

“he’s so annoying with his obnoxious green hair” jaemin groans, face down on the bed.

“says the guy with the bright pink hair” haechan giggles as he takes the towel to dry his hair.

“by the way!” jaemin chirps as he somehow manages to jumps from his lying position to a seated one, making haechan flinch in surprise at his agitation “did you see the two boys in the room facing ours?”

“nope i didn’t” haechan replies nonchalantly, sitting on his bed facing jaemin’s.

“ugh of course you didn’t but oh my god, one of them had silver hair and he’s crazy attractive. like greek god attractive! his bone structure is to die for!” jaemin wiggles his eyebrows, earning a groan from haechan.

“can you not keep your dick in your pants for like three seconds?”

“shut the fuck up. and apparently he’s a kinesiology major. unfortunately i didn’t catch his name but i will later, during tonight’s party. i need to know if he swings my way” jaemin coos.

“whatever helps you sleep at night” haechan mumbles as he was getting sleepy, his head comfortably sitting on his pillow.

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“wait! slow the fuck down jaemin!” haechan almost screeches, as the loud and deafening music coming from johnny’s dj station surrounded him.

he struggled to keep his drink from spilling all over his shoes as jaemin stopped abruptly, right in front of johnny’s station, as he taps the shoulder of the previously mentioned silver haired boy.

he was indeed handsome but haechan was slowly going deaf from how loud the music was and how close they were to its source.

“HEY!” jaemin yells loudly, making haechan wince and wonder how the hell was he able to produce an even louder sound.

the silver haired boy turns around to give jaemin a confused look before he politely nods.

“hey”

“what’s your name? i’m jaemin by the way and this is- come here bitch” he drags haechan closer to him, making him groan in annoyance, “this is haechan. our room is facing yours”

“oh really? uh i’m jeno, nice to meet you both” jeno’s voice was barely audible as he was also struggling to keep eye contact with the overly energized and probably drunk jaemin.

“where’s your other friend? the dude with the black hair and the sick undercut” jaemin giggles obnoxiously, making haechan roll his eyes.

“you’re making a fool out of yourself”

“shut u- oh here he is! heyyyyy” he drags his words.

yep he’s definitely drunk

the other guy confusedly looks at both jaemin and haechan before flashing them both a small smile.

“yo what’s up”

“oh.. you sound like an actual frat boy” jaemin scrunches his noise making the black haired boy laugh loudly.

“it’s my first day actually. and call me mark instead of frat boy though.”

jaemin laughs, his eyebrows moving all over the place “mhm… mark, i’m jaemin” he turns to point at haechan “haechan”

“jaemin and haechan” mark nods repeating both of their names.

“yeah yeah” jaemin nods, slightly loosing his balance, making haechan grab into his arm with a frustrated groan.

“sorry he’s drunk and out of contro-“

“tell me jeno are you interested in gu-”

“okay! you’re done for tonight” haechan chuckles nervously.

“here, i’ll take him, don’t let him cut your night short” jeno flashes haechan a sweet smile, walking forward to place jaemin’s arm around his shoulder as he disappears into the sea of sweaty and high people.

haechan mumbles a quiet thank you before he turns back to mark, watching him awkwardly dance to johnny’s beats.

“what’s your major?” he gets closer to him, taking a sip out of of his now lukewarm drink.

“applied music. you?”

“biochemistry”

“no way? you’re a biochem major?” mark snorts, a very cartoonish laugh following soon after, making haechan laugh at how contagious it was.

“what’s so surprising about that?”

“i don’t know, i would’ve never thought you’d be a stem major” mark shrugs, putting his hands in his pockets.

“what major did you think i was in?” haechan tosses the empty cup on the floor, looking around to find the closest makeshift bar.

mark titles his head, closing one eye as he puckers his lips “i don’t know, maybe performing arts. uhh or maybe not, ugh i don’t know actually”

haechan gives mark his famous cocky grin making him gulp in response “interesting. want a drink? i’m gonna get one for myself”

“uh—” mark straightens his posture as he carefully looks around. he gets closer to haechan and nudges him “sure why not. what are you drinking?”

“i don’t know. you have something in mind?”

“i’m kind of craving the nastiest drink ever actually” mark laughs his oddly contagious one making haechan mirror his smile.

“lead the way”

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surprisingly enough and even with their drastically different personalities, the four boys have grown to be completely inseparable.

jaemin had toned down the flirting as he noticed how quickly fluster-able jeno is and how unnaturally long he sees him eye down girls whenever he gets within a one mile radius from him, maybe also because jaemin cannot, for the sake of his own image, keep it in his pants as he hopped from one person to another, forgetting that the purpose of his university enrollment was to actually get a nursing degree so he could get a job and relief his worrying mother.

mark on the other hand had become strangely infatuated with haechan’s odd personality and slightly rebellious attitude.

haechan knew that his reckless personality would only continue to grow as soon as he joined the frat, his long known love and itch for alcohol and substances were never meant to be stopped during his senior year of high school, although and thankfully enough, haechan knew damn well what his limits were and what to take and what not to take whenever he sees a waddling johnny approach him.

mark loved how carefree haechan was and how everything came easy to him, hoping that whatever he had going on would rub off on him as his clinginess only continued to grow and his creative mind continued to expand with the endless possibilities of words to describe haechan’s strange and pulling personality.

but jeno’s long and worrying stares were not left unnoticed by mark.

it’s in the way jeno would get close to him whenever haechan chugs down a ginormous cup filled to the brim with whatever kind of alcohol he could find, while a wobbly mark was latched onto his side and a crazy jaemin was cheering him on.

also the multiple texts he would send on the days haechan would skip a frat meeting to get high on the last floor’s bathroom and oddly enough, mark would also miss that same meeting to follow him upstairs as they sat down on the bathroom’s floor, an expired credit card scraping down the bathroom’s seat, white phosphorus particles flying around as their eyes grew droopy and their laughs grew louder.

jeno was beyond worried but he still trusted mark to know his limits and to not fall back into old habits and frankly, he did not want to talk to haechan about such a personal matter in fear that mark would only relapse upon hearing how his best friend had aired his business to his new friend.

and soon enough, the famous sigmaphi new year’s eve party has approached, bringing with it a whole new series of events and changes that would take their friendship to another level, fortunately or unfortunately enough.

jaemin was busy fidgeting with his freshly new bought polaroid camera as jeno was sat next to him, his neck stretched to watch the funny way jaemin was handling that device, confusion written all of over his face.

mark and haechan were sat next to each other on the couch facing them, the music was thankfully not as loud as it was before, making it easy for mark to listen to his own thoughts before tuning to haechan to talk to him.

“i heard you sing the other day” he plays with the borders of his red plastic cup, hoping that whatever he said doesn’t come out as weird.

“yeah? i sing sometimes” haechan replies causally, making mark even more nervous at how chill and grounded he was.

“have you ever thought of pursuing that talent of yours?”

“the musically gifted mark lee thinks i’m talented?” he cackles, his right dimple showing.

“i do actually. i would love to hear you sing one of my songs” mark curses himself as his voice cracks at the end of his sentence, making haechan hold back a laugh.

“oh yeah? what have you got for me?” haechan sips his drink, his whole face scrunching up as he immediately detaches his lips from the cup “jaemin what the fuck did you put in this?”

jaemin waves him off as he returns to look back at his camera.

“johnny has been lending me his dad’s studio so i can write and compose some things there. i can take you some days so we can listen to whatever you find most interesting and maybe even record if you like some lyrics” mark smiles at haechan, praying that he would say yes.

he knew, from a previous drunken conversation, that haechan had thought of majoring in music but decided to keep it as a hobby as his love for sciences were unfaltering. and to be honest mark had never thought of writing lyrics to be sung by other people but for some reason he wasn’t able to forget the way haechan’s voice rang through his walls during the late nights, making him wonder what would it be like if the words he sang were words written by him.

plus he knew very well that haechan was not as serious about music as he was and that it would probably be a one time thing, another hobby of theirs to share whenever they had the time.

“wait fuck, it’s countdown time already” jaemin stands up abruptly, dragging jeno to his feet and throwing his body towards mark and haechan, making him land ass first on mark’s lap.

“smile bitches” he puts the camera to his face as the boys fidget to get into an, acceptable for jaemin, pose.

mark turns back to haechan as he smiles to him “happy new year”

“happy new year ma- jaemin what the fuck”

haechan almost screeches as he watches jaemin’s lips on jeno’s, the latter respectfully holding his waist as his eyes were still opened.

“oh my god” mark cannot help but laugh his obnoxiously loud one as he stood up to watch jeno immediately detach himself from jaemin.

“it’s a happy new year kiss!” jaemin giggles, cheeks rosy in embarrassment or probably cause he was drunk.

“you’re unbelievable” haechan snorts as he pats a shy and smiley jeno.

———————————————————————

days have passed by as exam season was slowly coming to an end, haechan going into complete “locking in” mode as he’d like to say, forgetting about mark’s offer.

mark on the other hand was slowly going back into his “locking himself” habit, not leaving the studio and even managing to sleep there for some days as inspiration wasn’t hitting him to the fullest.

he was on the verge of falling asleep once again when he hears the door creak open, the smell of weed and something else shooting straight up to his nose and brain, as a dazed johnny takes a seat next to him.

“yo”

“mhm”

“so my dad is kinda interested in finding you a record deal but you really have to speed up your writing process and at least record a song. another one with other lyrics. he’s not gonna continue lending you this studio if you’re not producing more acceptable shit”

mark groans as his head goes straight to the table with a loud thud “i know” he mumbles “i just can’t get anything written, my mind feels… empty”

“wanna try this new stuff i’ve been deal-“

“no thanks” he lifts his head up to look at him “i’ll get your dad something by the end of this week, i promise”

johnny gives him a slow nod before he leaves mark alone in the studio, with a raging headache and speedy fingers going straight to his chats with haechan:

(12:37 pm) : come to the studio, i’ll send you the address

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the neighborhood uncle. (1)

summary: after almost a year and some change of being the neighborhood children's nominated uncle, terry believes that it is high time to give the children an aunt.

pairing: terry richmond x dallas dubois (oc!)

content: fluff, allusions to nsfw acts, language, cuteness, slight angst if you squint, allusions to childhood trauma, mentions of death and mortuary practices.

note: this takes place in the 4evermore universe and the pair have been together officially almost two years during the events of this imagine.

a/n: evening! I hope everyone is fairing well during these...interesting times. I wrote this imagine the other day in almost one sitting after being inspired by a Instagram reel I seen yesterday morning. so please enjoy.

though I did edit this today, four hours post op from wisdom teeth removal surgery, so if there are grammatical errors…my bad. 😬

p.s: please feel free to comment, like, reblog, or send a letter with any rambles, questions, and more. I low-key need entertainment for the next few days in this bed y’all. 🥹

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For as sturdy and stoic as most onlookers took Terry Richmond to be due to the constant resting neutrality to his face, hardened physique by way of years training in the physical disciplines of the martial arts and US Marine corp, his somewhat reserved speech, and that overall demeanor that screamed 'I'm not for the fuck shit'.

There was always one group of beings who still have never deterred from dwelling in his presence. Those beings are children.

For whatever reason ever since his adolescence, young children had always had an unexplainable draw to Terry. And maybe it had been the eldest sibling energy he exuded or how somewhat mature he’d seemed from an early time in his life due to unfortunate traumas occurring before he was old enough to properly process them, leaving him no choice but to both accelerate parts of his growth and unknowingly stunt some of it as well. At points robbing himself of parts of his childhood. Blind.

But it was also part of the reason why it was so easy for him to attain his high school community service hours through tutoring younger students in math and science based subjects, and also why he had the prowess to continually lead himself and his underclassmen teammates to numerous victories on the court.

It was just unexplainably easy for him to get along with these beings. And why wouldn't it be. Children were honest, humorous, and most of all pure within intentions. All things Terry found himself striving to constantly be everyday.

And while children seemed to adore Terry to moon and beyond the stars, as quiet as it was kept, he too secretly adored them back. Never minding the company of a young soul to be a companion to his elder one.

Something that proved to still ring true on a random cool Sunday afternoon almost two years ago, as he was kneeled on the ground tending to the still growing patch of ivory begonias in the front yard of his new inherited home.

He'd been outside for quite some time working at pulling the aggravating weeds and sneaking dandelions away from his uncle's legacy when he felt the presence appear behind him.

Face already preparing to fix with a scowl at who could be interrupting this sacred time, he found his features immediately softening at the sight of the little tawny girl in front of him with her lavender glasses and barrette sealed pigtails hanging past her ear, perched on her little purple bike as she stared at him in curiosity.

He'd recognized her as Laila, the daughter of his down the way neighbor Deja McAdams, a widowed single mother and Liberian for one of the local middle schools. She’d also been classmates with Dallas in high school.

" Well hello there. " He offered a somber smile, taking a moment to reach over and wipe his hands of the dirt on them.

" Hi." She chirped.

Looking around at the slightly sparse sidewalks, he attempted to locate a sign of her mother or one of her elder brothers he could recall seeing a few times before turning back to her, " Say young lady. Where are your people? It's not good to be wandering around by yourself. Not safe."

" I wasn't by myself." She replied, pointing further down the street, " I was riding bikes with my brothers. But they left me cause' I couldn't keep up on a count I can't use my pedals."

Frowning and taking another look at the bike, he asked, " Why aren't you using your pedals? You know how to ride it, right?”

The young girl nodded before explaining, " Yes. Pedals don't work."

" I see." Terry hummed, slowly standing up to his full height and almost laughing when seen the expression of wonder appear on her little face, " You mind if I take a look at it?”

This earned him another nod as she carefully allowed him to turn the bike over and inspect it until he found the problem of her cracked bottom bracket as the culprit.

With a purposely dramatic deep sigh as he stood up, he watched the anticipation rise on her face, " Well?”

" Well. I think I might be able to fix this for you." He started, already piecing together what tools he needed grab from his kit for the job, " But only on two conditions."

" What? " She scrunched up, ready to hear his price.

" One, if I fix this you have to promise me that you won't be wandering alone again without your brothers or mama watching you, alright? If they leave you again, go home and tell your mama." He instructed and watched her nod.

" And two, you have to promise me that the next time you stop here for a visit, you won't ride your bike on Mr. Terry's freshly cut grass, okay." He motioned to the small tire marks that had begun to form on the ground.

" Oh! " She offered a sheepish smile, " Sorry!"

" Hey. That's alright. No big deal...this time." He playfully raised an eyebrow ensuing small giggles from his little hopeful dealmaker, " But does that mean we have a deal?"

"Mmmm..." The first grader paused to mimic a moment of thought like she'd seen in the movies she watched, before sticking out her hand, " Deal."

" Okay." He laughed, making sure to gently shake hers back, " Got our selves a deal then. Now show me where your mama is so I can explain to her what I'm about to do to your bike." He instructed, picking up the bike and following a chattering Laila all the way to her home.

From there visits from young Laila became frequent, whether to inquire about Mr. Terry fixing and upgrading something on her bike, using him as a willing audience for all of her pageant practice while he diligently carried on his yardwork, and eventually to sometimes say hello to the pretty funeral lady that sat with him somedays on his porch and offered sweet snacks.

It wasn't long before the other neighborhood children would hear from the jabbering princess all about Laila’s newly minted Uncle Terry, the Mr. Incredible like man who supplied big boy strength, laughter, and occasional baked goods he sourced from Dallas.

Soon they all found themselves gravitating to the house with the pretty white flowers by its mailbox. With Terry welcoming each and every one just the same until it fully evolved into Terry stepping into his role as everybody’s neighborhood uncle for the last year and some change.

To which he accepted, providing as much love, tender, discipline, and guidance as he could possibly give them.

And just like that Terry found his porch quickly becoming a safe space for any and every child who stepped foot into the space that Terry had once worked tirelessly to restore alongside some of his colleagues when he decided to move in and refurbish the home his uncle had left him.

And whether haircuts were being given to a little head sitting on the stoop in the evening, helping with homework after school on the steps, refereeing street football games in front of the house, young voices gathering to debate who could take who across a multiverse of Anime shows, and even holding a small ted talk one evening to show some of the young boys how to brush their hair and tie a durag by the southern standard. Terry thoroughly enjoyed having little laughs, curious questions, and cheer around his house that helped him on those days when he felt the memories stuck in the walls and floorboards would consume him.

But it didn’t stop there, since the early summer had started Terry had attended…

Four spelling bees.

Eleven basketball and soccer games combined.

Two track meets.

Two school graduations.

One state science fair.

And even a Little Miss Peach Blossom pageant to watch little Laila participate.

With Dallas accompanying him to witness the 6’3 ex-marine quietly cheer and whop with a large glittering sign in hand, amongst the sea of mainly older middle age women, with almost the same ferocity he would at a Hawk’s game.

Though, she also unfortunately got to witness the display he’d later put on for her on the way home after Laila had taken home second place with a smile and a courteous polite wave just the way they’d practiced on his porch many times before, much to Terry’s disgruntlement.

“ That’s okay, baby girl. Chin up.” He had patted her on the back while carrying her tired form through the venue’s parking lot for her mother, “ You were the prettiest little peach up there. Proud of you.” He affirmed the sleepy princess, before buckling her in, seeing them off, and then proceeding to throw a fit to his girlfriend in his truck.

“ That little girl who won had uppers in her kitten heels, baby! I saw it! And her tutu wasn’t all that. Couldn’t even do the full four step duchess twirl in it the right way anyway.” Terry huffed, peeling out of the parking lot, “ It’s step, twirl, blow a kiss, then regal wave!”

“ That little girl blew a kiss first, then stepped, waved, and twirled. It’s wrong! Her routine was sloppy and her mama helped her with her question portion. Mouthing shit to her.” Terry fumed, while Dallas did her best to suppress her laughter at her boyfriend’s surprising investment and growing miniature tantrum that rivaled that of some of the actual toddlers they’d seen that day.

“ I told Deja , I think we should outta’ dispute this whole thing.” He shook his head, “ I wanna know how high up this shit goes.”

And at that statement Dallas decided to finally intervene, “ Terry, it was a beauty pageant for 3 to 10 year old's in the conference center of a Marriott, babe. Where the grand prize winner got $200 and a meal at the Cheesecake Factory.” She reached over to place a calming hand on his thigh, “ It’s not that serious, even Deja said so.”

Still that wasn’t enough to settle him, “ Dallas I don’t give a damn.” He fussed, “ That money could go in her college fund and you know that baby deserves her twenty five dollar spaghetti and piece of cold ass cheesecake.”

“ But that’s okay.” He nodded, tapping his steering wheel like Denzel in Training Day, “ We’ll be back for that crown. Believe that.”

And with all that combined, it didn’t come as a surprise to Dallas when loud knocks began on the pecan colored door while she brushed her teeth. Hurriedly she went and swung it open to find ten young kids, big and small alike, rallied on her boyfriend’s porch at 10:30 on a Saturday morning, eager to collect their favorite person.

“ Well Good Mornin’ everyone.” Dallas chirped, adjusting the white silk bonnet higher on her forehead, “ How are all of you today?”

A chorus of “ Morning Miss Dubois”, mixed with a couple “ Hi Miss Funeral Lady” and follow up responses of collective a “ Good” came from every which way, sending her into a fit of giggles at the adorable group of children in front of her.

“ That’s awesome, you guys. Well what can I do for you brood of little mighty people this morning?” A promise ringed hand finding a home on her hip. " And unfortunately before anyone asks, I don't quite have any treats today. Sorry, maybe next weekend."

The comment sending a wave of temporary pouts and mumbles of disapproval through the crowd until a voice rose above to bring them back to a focus.

“ We’re looking for Uncle Terry, ma’am.” One of the eldest, Morty, stepped forward, “ He’s supposed to be taking all of us in his truck to the basketball court this mornin’ for practice.”

“ We were also promised snacks!” Another voice in the back added among the mutters of agreeance as Dallas could recall large assorted Powerade packs and chip boxes on the backseat floor of his truck.

“ Oh I see.” She nodded, glancing at each individual little face, that all held the same excitement, “ Well, he’s just getting up right now. He got home a little later than usual from work last night and was tired, so he slept in a little bit. But let me go grab him real quick so he can give y’all your rundown for the day. Stay right here.”

She had coached them, before walking toward the back end of the house to go and awaken her lightly snoring boyfriend.

“ Bubs.” She lightly shook his shoulder, leaning down to place a kiss to his sleep line marked face.

Damn he was sleeping good.

“ Bubba.” Her shakes increased in force, “ Baby you gotta' get up.” Still her attempts were met with minimal noise or movement, meaning she had to up the ante.

Deciding to begin nipping at what skin the large forest green blanket didn’t cover, she had just made it to his neck when he decided to roll onto his back, instincts having him reach out and wrap his arms around the young mortician to guide her on his chest to hold her close.

“ Mmm.” He hummed, “ Baby I love you. But I need five more minutes before I’m cognizant enough to rock your world, girl.”

“ Oh my—” She huffed, taking in his smug sleepy smile, “ I didn’t wake you up for that, sir.”

Her fingers began to lightly play with the gold chain that sat idly on his bare chest, “ I woke you up because there are about ten kids on your front porch, all dressed up in their little basketball gear, asking for you.”

At this information, internally Terry groaned from fatigue, but on the outside his soft smile grew a couple more inches wide at the thought of his little group of miniature humans looking for him.

“ What time is it? “ The question escaping with a yawn.

“ A quarter to eleven.”

“ Damn.” He sighed, reaching for his phone to confirm her statement. A picture of Dallas smiling big on a playground swing appeared behind the correct white numbers on the screen, “ You let me sleep this late?”

“ You were tired.” She reasoned, pushing her face into the crook of his neck inhaling in his natural musk, “ You did almost ten hours in the hot ass Georgia sun on that site yesterday. You needed the rest.”

“ Mmm.” He hummed, running his hands up and down the grooves of her back, “ Still am.”

“ I know, Bubs. But—”

B A N G B A N G B A N G!

The loud and erratic pounds against the door were soon accompanied by distant loud but small voices beginning to fill with impatience.

“ C’mon you gotta' get up. They’re getting antsy cause I told them you were already up, so you gotta' hustle. Your disciples await you.” She teased, leaning up, amused at the frown on his face,“ What?!”

“ Don’t say it like that, baby. Like I’m forming a cult of the neighborhood youth.”

“ No, maybe not that.” Dallas got up to her feet, moving around to collect her things, “ But they do worship the ground you walk on. You know that. “

“ And for why. I don’t know. I’m just regular ole’ me.” He shrugged clambering to his feet to stretch out his long and tired limbs. “ Nothing special.”

Reaching on the floor for his wife beater he’d discarded from himself at some point in the night from overheating, he casually walked by a bent over Dallas, administering a firm tap to her backside as he exited the room as his form of a proper “Good Morning.”

Trudging through the hall to the front door, he took a deep breath before swinging it open and being met with the instant chaos that ensued when too many overly hyper voices began to speak all at once about a hundred different things.

“ Aye’ whoa whoa whoa.” He held up both hands, “ Wait a minute now.’ Y’all are too amped up and some people around here are still trying to enjoy sleeping in. So let’s be mindful of that.” His laugh came out in a deeper register as the remnants of sleep still lingered in his voice.

“ Everybody take a deep breath, one.” He instructed, watching as each kid took in a deep breath to hold for thirty seconds, “ Then let’s exhale, two.”

“ Repeat, one more time. And inhale, one.”

“ And exhale, two.” He said, watching the now settled down bunch carefully.

“ Okay. Now. Good Mornin’ y’all. Y’all sleep good? Ready to put some work in on the court?”

“ Yeah! “ They answered in unison, with Jamison Kimber being the one to point out,“ Told us you’d be ready at eleven. It’s…Eric what time it is?”

He asked his peer who carried the digital Pokémon watch on his wrist, “ It’s 11:14.” Eric informed, pushing up his matching classes on his nose.

“ Yeah. Which means you’re late.” Jamison pointed out, ensuing a string of after comments that made Terry grin with how goofy and entertaining they were at attempting to be disgruntled.

“ I know. My fault. My fault. My fault. Add some push ups on for my lateness once we hit the court.” He said, sticking to his own rule he’d previously set for them.

“ I woke up late. And I still need some time to get ready. So while I’m doing that, why don’t y’all step in the front yard and start some stretches and warm ups for 45. Then I’ll be ready to roll, alright.”

Looking toward the only girl in the brigade, whose game was better than most of her male peers surrounding her, Terry pointed in her direction.“ Goose is gonna be the caller and timer.”

“ So listen to her, alright. Because if I come back out and Goose tells me someone gave her a hard time we’ll have to cancel and try this again next week.”

“ Can everyone dig that?” He called out.

“ WITH A SHOVEL! ” They all gleefully responded.

Terry flashed all 32 of his teeth at the brood of children who quickly threw down their bags before racing to form a line in the front yard and begin their light stretches as told.

Dallas watched him shut the loud screen door behind him and he stop in his tracks when he spotted her standing there looking at him with a wide dopey smile on her face.

Eyebrows raised with a nervous smile, he questioned her appearance, “ What?”

“ Nothing.” She grinned, shaking her head and throwing up her hands in playful defense, “ Just admiring how good Uncle Terry is with the neighborhood kids. They really do adore you, babe.” She walked over, wrapping her arms around her his waist and leaning up for a sweet peck to his cheek that he happily reciprocated with about four more of his own.

“ I adore them too. Most days.” He added, “ When they’re not being mouthy, fighting each other, or all smelling like a fresh onion patch. They aight’.”

“ It’s a couple of them though, whose parents I’ve been meaning to ask for permission to have a conversation about hygiene with their kids. Because with the hotter it keeps outside…Ouueeee.” Terry goofed, shaking his head. “ Cannot have my truck smelling like a damn farm all summer.”

“ Well I’m sure they’d be okay with it. It takes a village, babe.” Dallas said resting her head against his chest just as Terry’s eyes caught where all her bags sat packed and ready to go.

“ You leaving? “ His pout instantaneous, not bothering to hide the natural little hint of disappointment in his voice at the prospect of his favorite girl leaving him.

Because if he had his way, she would never go. A thought that reminded him that he soon needed to reignite an important shelved conversation between the two of them.

“ Yeah.” She sighed, “ I’m gonna go a head’ and mosey on home. Need to get started on my list for the day.”

“ Gotta' feed Grimmey and then get started on some paperwork in my home office for the Grangier case before I head into the hospital later to assist on an autopsy.”

“ Oh? That sounds interesting. What, no bodies for you at the home today?” His hand, unconsciously softly kneading parts of her backside.

She shook her head pulling away from his embrace, “ Nope, we got two new ones yesterday but Macy is gonna embalm them this morning. She should actually already be done with the first one by now and starting on the second, which is why I offered to be an assistant at the hospital. For the hours.”

“ Right. And how long will that take?”

“Uh…for a whole procedure…It’s about four hours give or take. It’s a family requested one so we might run a bit over. But we’re starting at two. So I should be done and home showering by seven thirty.” She zipped the top of her Vera Bradley duffel closed. “Why? You need something?”

“ Nothing too crazy.” He shrugged, “ Was just hoping you’d be open to spending the night again. Mainly so I can return the favor from last night.”

With the favor being that after hearing how agitated and tired he was in the middle of a rather grueling work day on site managing a new build that wasn’t quite coming along right through a brief phone call exchanged on her lunch, Dallas had shown up extra early to his house before he got home with a refreshed ‘spend a night bag’ from her previous visit.

And supplies purchased from the local grocer, which included food that turned into a meal that delighted Terry’s senses the second he dragged his poor aching body through the front door.

As well as herbs and bubble bath that she mixed together with some epsom salt he already had lying around. So that after she fed him his nice home cooked meal of Mississippi pot roast, through much sleepy negotiations with the testy bear she had managed to coax him into a bath for him to marinate in her mixture while she washed the day off his body.

Then to seal the deal she had guided him to the bed and moisturized him down while searching for and massaging any sore muscles or strained ligaments. And finally, after that it wasn’t much else to do but to clothe the sleepy giant and lay him down for a well deserved rest.

“ Bubba, you don’t have to do all that just because I did.” Dallas reminded him, “ I didn’t do all that cause I was expecting anything in return, I did it because I love you.” She affirmed, unknowingly sending waves of warm bubbly feelings shooting through his chest when the three letter phrase he could never get tired of her saying met his ears.

“ I know that, baby.” He smirked, taking in the absolute blessing he found his girlfriend to be, “ But that still won’t sway me away from doing the same for you. You deserve it.”

And deserve it she did. Because for as hard as Terry felt he worked to keep his family’s business running smoothly, he believed that he watched Dallas work almost ten times as hard with her being a young black female owner of a generational critically acclaimed and highly lucrative mortuary business that has three locations spanning between two states. All whilst also keeping her autopsy assistant certification active at the hospital and constantly traveling to attend a plethora of different black business expos and other conferences who sought her attendance.

But what always seemed to amaze him the most was that with everything she constantly handled on a day to day basis, it was somehow like she never missed a beat in her personal life. Always managing to be a stable presence in the lives of her loved ones, including Terry’s. Which constantly made him proud at how effortlessly she kept it all together in her Manolo Blahnik heels that no other person in existence could ever dare imagine to try and fill.

My Mrs. Incredible. He thought.

“ Terry…if I come over that’ll make three nights in a row.” She pointed out, “ I dunnoooo.” She dragged, collecting her bags.

Immediately his previous smile downturned into a slight scowl at her hesitation, “ And…”

“ And…people talk, Terry.” Dallas sighed, “ It’s already not a good look that I stay here overnight anyway and vice versa when you’re at my place.”

“ I just don’t want anyone thinking we’re getting ready to shack up with one another is all.” She confessed, nervously swaying where she stood.

“ And by shack up, you mean us, together.” He motioned between you two, “ Happy and learning how to get comfortable sharing space a with each other for the next forever.”

His comment triggered an eyeroll, “ Terry. You know how I feel about us living together before we’re married, babe. I just don’t feel comfortable with that.”

“ Oh?” His eyebrows raised toward the ceiling as he said, “ Well say less. Cause we can go right up to city hall first thing Monday morning. Don’t take nothin’ to obtain some paperwork.”

“ Terry!” She chided.

“ Boo! “ He fired back. “ C’mon now. I need you to remember that the only reason you’re not walking around her with a new ring on your finger is because YOU wanted to wait. And I’m doing my best to respect that. But you know had it been up to me, we would've been biblically bound to each other a year ago.”

Still she shook her head and folded her arms across her chest, “ No, that’s not just it. And you know it’s not just me, Terrance. Because you and I both know one of the main reasons is that you and I both know I deserve a better proposal than what you offered me that night out of fear and adrenaline fueled guilt.”

“ Each of us deserves that much at this point.” She concluded.

With her point being one that the two of them could easily agree on. With parts of Terry still regretting his feverish and rash attempt at a proposal on the night of their reconciliation almost two and a half years ago.

Though, it was in the past now, and all Terry could do now was move along with his new plans of the proposal of her dreams, just the way they deserved.

But until then, he’d focused on getting to the bottom of her real reasoning for not wanting to combine households. Because he’d had enough practice at this point to spot a pretty little pageant answer when it was presented to him, and he just knew in his gut that there was something Dallas wasn’t providing.

“ I know, Precious. And I hear you.” He affirmed her with a smile before returning to the original topic at hand, “ But, baby . What is it really though? Huh? Because it can’t be the premarital sex part.” He mused, mind beginning conjure up theories.

“ Because if that’s the case, then I hate to tell you, baby. But we’re way past that point. As evidenced by the way you let me bend you over my bathroom sink the night before last and slow stroke you in the mirror after WE got out of the shower together.”

“ Terrance.” She gasped, going to lightly slap his chest, “ There are children out—

“ Bonnet on and all as I remember.” His laughter cut her off, catching her hand and kissing it before pulling her into him once more.

“ Terry.” She whined, “ You need to stop playin’ and go get ready before they all appear at the door again. But this time with intent to jump you for wasting time. Those tiny fists will hurt too.”

“ And you need to stop avoiding this conversation.” He quipped, offering her a sincere look and silently hoping to convey just how serious he took the matter.

“ Plus they’ll be alright. Even if that happens you can mend me up tonight after dinner while we have a discussion about your real qualms about our respective living situations possibly becoming one.” He followed up.

“ Boy! There is no other damn qualm—mmm.” The words passing her lips were cut short when he dipped his head to attach his there instead. Opting for a steamy and silencing smooch.

“ Sweet lips. Taste so good.” He pulled back, “ I’ll get another taste when you get here at 7:30, Precious, alright?”

When she didn’t say anything and instead continued to glare up at him angrily pouting, his hand made its way to her ass, giving her a timid smack of encouragement, “ Dallas...” He softly sang, head dipping to now place a kiss to her cheek while muttering, “ You know wanna lay in my arms tonight. Nowhere else you’d wanna be, girl.”

Oh, on the contrary.

She could have easily thought of a thousand and one other places she could think of being tonight rather than humid and hot ass Georgia. Yet it was true, she still couldn’t imagine any of these places feeling as good or being more appealing than the warm embrace of her Bubba.

Which is why her mouth found itself surrendering and releasing the words for her agreement just the way he’d wanted.

“ Good.” The smug smile sat on his face, the polar opposite of Dallas’s begrudged frown, “ I look forward to you coming home to me.”

His words doing well to somewhat chip at her attempts of putting up a shallow, almost dry wall, between them in this matter.

“ On second thought give me another kiss goodbye before I watch your fine ass walk out this door to hold me over while I haul these damn kids around all day.” He groaned.

“ Good Grief, Terrance. Go shower. Now!”

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jacksonsturniolo · 2 days ago

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warnings — heavy heavy angst, crying, parties, nostalgia, maybe brief mentions of smut? Broken heart, not a happy ending.

a/n — god someone get the fucking tissues, low-key worked on this for a week.

"Unrequited love."

Summary — it started years ago when they were just kids, a silly little childhood crush on his best friend. clearly his feelings ran deeper than just a silly little crush, because here he is twenty-one years old and crying over a man like he's in middle school.

Christian, god he was just perfect in nicks eyes. his stupid blonde hair, those beautiful green eyes that he could just stare at for hours.

there was just one problem, well two problems. Christians not gay, and they're best friends - childhood best friends at that.

at first the crush was small. the boys were fourteen - sophomores in high school, nick had also just been coming to terms with his sexuality.

yet as the years went on the crush grew bigger, he truly loved Christian - no he was in love with Christian.

present day -

the triplets were all lounging in their living room, it had been a crazy week filimg videos, nick editing, they all just needed a breather.

"bro i am so fucking tired." Chris mumbled out running his hands down his face. "I second that." nicks tired voice murmured from where he was burried under a pile of blankets, comfortably sprawled out across the couch.

all the boys' heads turned when their front door opened, Christian made his way inside - he had been staying at the triplets for about three days by now, visiting from Boston.

Christian let out a long sigh as he sat down between Chris and matt his gaze flickering to nick before giving him a small grin. nick smiled back softly his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink before he looked away.

matt let out a small sigh before sitting up straighter. "im goin' to bed." he grumbled out before standing and shuffling down the hallway. chris let out a small hum before standing up "m' sleepin' in his bed tonight." he muttered as he made his way behind matt.

Christian leaned back against the couch letting his head tip back before looking at nick. "y' remember that one time we built a fort and slept in it for almost a whole week?" he questioned, an almost nostalgic smile appearing on both the boys faces.

nick nodded and sat up, the blankets piling around his waist. "yes oh my gosh and chris knocked it down because he was running away from matt," nick said between soft chuckles. "god we were so sad." he continued.

"yes i was so upset i called my mom crying and made her pick me up early." Christian added on letting out a small chuckle.

they fell into a comfortable silence for a while, nick scrolling on his phone and Christian typing away on his own before Christian spoke up interrupting the silence. "do you remember that maya girl i talked to a while ago?"

nicks eyes flickered up from his phone, a flicker of confusion crossing his features before he nodded. "yeah why?" he mumbled, chrstian let out a hum before grinning widely. "turns out she moved out here a while ago and she wants to meet up at some party," christian started not noticing nicks face drop. "i thought maybe it would be nice if we all went out before i left yknow?"

nick let out a hum, shrinking back into the couch before shrugging. His face showing a distant look before speaking up. “If Chris and Matt want too I’m down.” He muttered

Christian nodded and let out a small sigh before typing away on his phone again. “m’ goin’ to bed.” Nick mumbled as he shuffled towards the stairs.

Christian nodded not sparing a glance up from his phone, a big annoying smile plastered on his lips. “Night.” He muttered.

Nick let out a small sigh before making his way upstairs mumbling a quiet “goodnight.”

—

Nick knows he should be used to this by now.

Yet every single time this happens he can’t help but stay up all night wishing, just wishing he were a girl.

He always had the thought that if he were a girl Christian would want him, they’d be happy. Nick would be with the man he was in love with and Christian would want Nick as much as Nick wanted him.

Yet he’s not a girl, he never will be. He’ll never have the boy he’s been in love with since he was a kid, he’ll never have the chance to live the life he wants and it makes him absolutely sick.

He shifted again, for the millionth time. The blankets stirring around him as he wrestled with his thoughts.

He was never good enough, he never will be.

—

Nicks ears were ringing, the party was going on around him yet all he could focus on was Christian. His arm wrapped tightly around mayas shoulders as he talked to Chris and Matt, that stupid smile that nick loves and resents so much.

Nick shifts from one foot to the other, his eyes stinging. It’s like this time hurt than any other. Like he was coming to the harsh truth that it’s never gonna be them.

He always wished they’d be endgame.

before nick could get lost any further in his thoughts he watched Christian whisper something to maya making them both laugh before sneaking away from the crowd.

Nick let out a shaky exhale his fingers flexing around his cup before he slumped against the wall, letting a few tears fall from his eyes. His bottom lip wobbled as he quickly wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand.

Before nick could even let out any more tears he felt a warm hand on his shoulder, he looked up to meet Matt’s concerned gaze. Before Nick could even say a word Matt was pulling him in tightly cradling him in a warm embrace.

Nick let out a shaky muffled cry into his brothers shoulder, his hands tightly gripping onto Matt’s hoodie.

Matt shushed him gently before starting to lead the two of them outside. “I know, I know it hurts bud.” Matt whispered once the two were out the door.

once the two of them made it to a quiet safe spot on the side of the house nicks sobs grew a little louder, muffled by Matt’s shoulder.

Matt ran a comforting hand through his brothers hair, his own chest aching.

Matt was the only one who knew about this, he’d seen it first hand. He noticed he always noticed. The way Nick looked at Christian, how Nick always seemed to light up when Christian was even mentioned. He knew just how bad it hurt for him.

“I need you to breathe nick.” Matt whispered, his forehead pressing into the top of nicks head rubbing his back soothingly. “In and out, go to your calm place don’t think about him.”

—

By the time Nick had calmed down they were sat, backs pressed against the house and Matt’s hand resting comfortingly on nicks knee.

“I just, I don’t get it Matt.” Nick mumbled out weakly, his vision blurring again. “Why am I like this I don’t know why I love him so much.” He continued, his bottom lip wobbling and his voice shaky.

“Because you just do nick.” Matt breathes out. “It’s hard, so hard I know it is.” Matt mumbled, his own voice wobbling. “I hate seeing you like this, I know you love him but Nick please for the sake of me you need to try to move on.”

Nicks head tipped back before biting down on his lip. “I have tried Matt I try so hard.” He cried out. Matt immediately pulled Nick into his arms rubbing his back soothingly.

“I know, shhh I know you do.”

Later that night —

Once they all got back home everyone went their separate ways, except for Nick and Christian.

nick let out a small sigh as he leaned back against his headboard, Christian was sat at the edge of nicks bed his gaze flickering across all the stuff on the wall.

“Christian.” Nick started, his voice hesitant. Christian’s gaze flickered to him shifting to fully face Nick. “Yeah?” He muttered out, tilting his head and giving Nick a dopey grin.

Nick smiled before looking down at his lap. “You know the other day when you brought up the fort incident?” Nick said quietly his eyes meeting Christian’s as the blonde boy nodded. “Well I just uhm, I want to tell you something that I’ve wanted to for a long time.” Nick muttered.

Christian let out a curious hum, sitting up a little straighter and muttering a quiet “yeah?”

“The night we made that fort, I think it was the first time I really.” Nick cut himself off letting out a shaky exhale before hesitantly continuing. “I think it’s the first time I realized I— it’s the first time I realized that I love you.”

Christian let out a small laugh before tilting his head. “Well I love you too Nick.” Christian said softly. “No.” Nick muttered, his eyes meeting Christian’s green ones. “I’m..I’m in love with you.”

Christian stopped laughing, his eyebrows furrowing before looking down at his lap. “Like, you like me?” Christian muttered in a confused tone.

Nick nodded slowly, his eyes flickering up to see Christian who was already standing up.

“Nick you know I’m not…gay right?” Nick nodded quickly and stood up as-well. “Ofcourse I know — I’ve always known I just, I wanted to get that off my chest.” Nick breathed out, his eyes wide and lip wobbly.

Christians expression hardened before he sat down again, covering his hands with his face. “Well maybe you shouldn’t have.” He muttered out.

Nicks face fell, his eyebrows furrowing and hands balling up at his sides. “Why shouldn’t I have?” Nick whispered out.

Christian let out a chuckle, an annoyed tight one. “Because it’s just, why would you ever admit that?” Christian snapped causing Nick to flinch at his tone.

“I just, I thought if I got it off my chest—“ Nick started before being cut off by Christian. “Just save it Nick, you’re crazy and this whole thing is fucked up.”

Nick went to speak again but Christian stood. “You know I don’t even know how I can look at you anymore.” Christian continued, his voice raising.

Nicks expression hardened before he snapped. “You know I don’t know how I ever even fucking loved you.”

“Well it seems like you can’t help that.” Christian practically yelled out.

Before nick or Christian could get out another word nicks bedroom door opened, Chris and Matt standing in the door frame.

“The fucks goin’ on?” Chris questioned, rubbing his eyes.

“Nothing.” Nick snapped out before Christian shoved past Chris and Matt leaving the triplets in nicks room.

“The fuck did you do?” Chris snapped out towards Nick before quickly following after Christian.

Matt’s concerned gaze fell onto Nick, before Nick could even get out another word Matt was pulling him into his embrace.

There was a beat of silence the only sounds coming from nicks cries muffled by Matt’s shoulder and some noises coming from downstairs before Nick spoke up.

“He’ll never love me back.”

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mrs-understoods-blog · 3 days ago

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Because someone requested, X-Men First Class Headcannons

Erik sleeps with the door fused shut with metal. Charles found this out because he would go to Erik's room to rant about the kids.

On the topic, Erik's bedroom is in the farthest corner from the main hall, looking out on the grounds. He likes to keep watch.

Charles tried to sleep in a different bedroom to distance himself from the memories in the manor, but it felt too wrong, and he moved back to his childhood room after the first night.

Raven is using this opportunity to go into every room she wasn't allowed in as a kid. Charles is the opposite; he still respects his parents' rules for the first week or two.

Charles and Raven both are very on edge in the first few weeks in the manor. Raven jumps when people knock on her door, and Charles can't let the phone ring for more than two rings before answering. Neither will talk about why.

Charles and Erik go on runs together. Erik doesn't tell Charles he usually goes on a run when he first wakes up. Because it's his second of the day he and Charles keep pace pretty well.

The kids tend to get drunk most nights and fuck around. Charles has to use every ounce of self control to not join in (he's responsible now!!!)

On the road trip, Erik would pass the time by asking Charles hyperspecific questions about mutations. Charles talked his ear off because he just got a PhD in this like a month ago.

Erik also hears all about Charles's plans to be a scientist. Years later he will bring this up to Charles, and Charles will be shocked that Erik remembered.

Erik wasn't actually very good at chess when they first met, he hadn't gotten much chance to play, but his moves were so ruthless and he was so smart that he quickly started beating Charles.

Charles did not go easy on Erik but he would pretend to think much longer than he needed to so it seemed like a fair fight.

Hank makes breakfast for everyone in the mornings. No one likes Hanks cooking but they are polite so everyone's eating oatmeal.

Charles and Alex spend a lot longer training than anyone else. He works with Alex every single day for at least a hour to unlearn all his beliefs about his powers.

Erik is annoyed by Sean to a unreasonable extent and he cannot explain why. It might be the hair.

Raven started a betting pool on if Charles and Erik had a crush on each other. Everyone's gut reaction was 'oh my gosh Raven no they are two MEN??' and then they had one (1) dinner as a group and yeah no Raven they see your point.

Hank and Raven are hooking up and absolutely insufferable to be around.

Erik never liked Raven, he flirted to further his political agenda.

Charles might actually die of nostaliga, he thinks he will be the first person. Sometimes he goes into his fathers old study, pours a drink, and talks to him and asks for advice. It's the closest Charles gets to praying.

Erik won't eat anything for the first week. Like, not one bite of food. Charles finally realizes that nothing is kosher and goes out and buys kosher food. It's a little... weird... but Erik will very gratefully eat the canned tuna and peaches.

Raven organized a squirt gun fight and no one told Erik. He walks in and gets assaulted before everyone realizes he was in fact, not playing, and they have to scatter.

(Charles knew Erik wasn't playing and squirted him anyway)

Erik went to Charles's room one night and asked him if he could unlock any other happy memories of him with his mother. Charles told stories about his biological father as a trade.

Kurt Marko is only referenced as 'our crazy step-dad'. One time, when Charles and Raven aren't there, everyone puts together what they know about him. It paints a pretty ugly picture.

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viperify · 3 days ago

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CONGRATS ON 1K!!!!! that's truly such an awesome accomplishment 💖💖💖 i thought i'd come sit in the dating booth🤭

I'm a slytherin, an Aquarius (a january one if that makes any difference to you), i think my ideal date is going on a nice walk in the rain where we share an umbrella and a pair of headphones, just a nice romantic walk.

(now it's time for me to finish your moodboard since i'm finally home hehe)

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☔︎︎ Walking In The Rain.

A/N: hiii sweetheart!!! Thank you so so much for requesting! I love youuuuuuu 💋 You sat in the dating booth—and Draco came to join you!!! Hope you enjoy this. <33 I fell asleep before I got to finish this so… late night post :33

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A chilly breeze tingles against your skin as you reach to close the foggy window of your bedroom. It’s been raining for days now, thunderstorms keeping you awake at night—the heavy downpour and wind making it nearly impossible for you to even fetch the Daily Prophet from right outside your front door.

“It’s calmed down a little,” a familiar voice rings from behind you, and you turn around to face your boyfriend instead of mindlessly staring outside into the vast gardens of Malfoy Manor.

He looks rather rough—blonde hair all disheveled and wet, rain soaking through his coat.

You raise a brow at him. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, love.” He reassures, closing the distance between you two to place a kiss on top of your head. “We could go for a walk, if you’d like. I notice how much you miss going outside.”

One quick glance towards the window later, and you agree. The harsh sound of rain lashing against the window has turned into something softer, single droplets now falling onto the glass in a gentle rhythm.

Draco waits for you as you get dressed, taking your hand in his and leading you down the main hall of the huge manor you are lucky enough to live in.

Before you step outside, he conjures an umbrella big enough to fit the both of you under it. “If we head towards the botanical garden up north, the wind won’t harm us as much. Is that alright, sweetheart?” He asks, his softened blue eyes checking in with you.

“Yes,” you reply, lips curving into a soft smile. “That’d be great.”

As soon as you leave the safety of your shared home, the intense smell of wet grass and damp soil is thick in the air. The earthy scent filled your senses, wrapping around you as if it were a comforting blanket.

As soon as you leave the safety of your shared home, the intense smell of wet grass and damp soil thick in the air, the earthy scent filling your senses, wrapping around you as if a comforting blanket.

Slowly, you make your way through the estate. Rain gently tapping against your umbrella, water splashing beneath your shoes with every step you take.

You’re heading to the Malfoys’ private botanical garden—a greenhouse filled with exotic plants, both magical and non-magical. Draco has told you countless times about all the different kinds of special plants they own, showing you each and every one of them.

And he would only ever tell you the Latin names—the countless Victoria amazonicas in the pond, the Gloriosa superba his mother loves, or the Nelumbo nucifera that he always tells you are just as beautiful as you.

From your pocket, you retrieve a pair of wired headphones, connected to an iPod—something Draco bought for you a few years ago when visiting London. Which you now wouldn’t ever want to miss again—music becoming a safe haven, a way to shut the world out when you needed to.

You hand him one of the buds. “Do you mind if we listen to some songs?”

“Of course not,” he answers. “I’d love to.”

For you, he’d do anything, after all.

So, as he walks you through the garden, stopping here and there to show you the newest additions since you’ve last visited—all Latin names, of course—you’re accompanied by your favourite artists and songs.

And suddenly, life is not so dull anymore with him and music by your side.

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fairytaleendingss · 3 days ago

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Would you be willing to write for ava starr? fem or gender neutral reader?? any prompt or idea is okay!

Mission Accomplished

Summary: Ever since you joined the team, you and Ava had never really clicked. When you're paired together on a mission, in the hopes of getting you to bond, a lot goes wrong and maybe a little goes right as well.

Pairing: Ava Starr x gn!Reader

CW: Thunderbolts* Spoilers, Swearing, references to death and dangerous situations.

So this was super fun to write! Please send me more Marvel requests. You can find the characters I write for listed in my Navigation.

Also, none of the mission info in this is probably very accurate to canon but it was the best I could come up with so don't judge too harshly lol. Just use your suspension of disbelief and all that.

"You're staring again."

You blinked sluggishly at Yelena as your awareness drifted back.

"I- what?"

The two of you were standing in the Watchtower's private gym, sparing together as you often did on Tuesday afternoons. It had become somewhat of a routine for the two of you ever since you'd moved into the building a few months ago.

The whole thing had been quite a whirlwind. One moment you were trapped in a vault with a bunch of highly trained assassins, all trying to kill each other, and the next that same group was being dubbed the "New Avengers."

Working alongside a team of misfit anti-heroes was never quite where you pictured your life heading. However, somehow, it seemed to work. You all seemed to understand each other in a way that no one else really could.

You and Yelena had become fast friends, bonding over your shared love of animals and trashy TV shows. Bucky and John bickered a lot but were kind of like the annoying older brothers you never really wanted but couldn't help but harbour a fondness towards anyway. Alexi never failed to make you laugh with his terrible Dad jokes and stories from his hay-day as the Red Guardian back in Russia. And Bob was... well, he was Bob. Everyone loved Bob.

However, there was one team member that you hadn't quite clicked with in your time at the Watchtower. The same member that you couldn't seem to stop staring at as she took her aggressions out on the punching bag across the room.

Ava was someone who seemed to continuously impress and surprise you. Despite her traumas, and previous inexperience with team-work, she was one of the loyalist people you'd ever met. She was strong and intelligent and determined, not to mention beautiful, and over the last few months, you'd begun to develop feelings for her - not that you'd ever admit it despite how glaringly obvious it was to all your friends.

But no matter how hard you tried to close the figurative gap between the two of you, she continued to meet you efforts with apathy and disinterest. And for the life of you, you couldn't figure out why.

Yelena rolled her eyes affectionately, clapping a hand on your shoulder.

"You, my friend, are obsessed."

"What? No I'm not."

"Yes you are!" Yelena argued. "You should just suck it up and tell her how you feel instead of doing this awkward tip-toeing around each other thing. It's honestly becoming painful to watch."

You shoved her lightly. That was Yelena, always glaringly honest, never one for sugar-coating things.

"It's not that obvious, is it?"

"Yes, it is!" She deadpanned. "You know it's getting really weird for the rest of us, right?"

You sighed thickly, stealing another glance in Ava's direction.

"Whatever, let's just get back to sparring."

"Fine."

You both got into your fighting stances, bouncing on the heels of your feet, ready to start.

Over Yelena's shoulder, you saw Ava move from her spot at the punching bag across the room. She walked towards her gym bag and shed her shirt, revealing her sports bra, before reaching for her bottle of water. Your stance lowered as your gaze settled on her toned torso.

Then, there was impact as Yelena lunged towards you. She grabbed your arm in a swift movement, sweeping your legs and pushing you easily to the floor. You landed on your back with a harsh thud as the wind was knocked out of you.

"Seriously? This is pathetic. It's like your getting distracted on purpose at this point," she muttered, climbing off you.

"Nice move, Yelena," a second voice came from above you and you looked up to see Ava towering over you, skin glistening with sweat and gym bag tossed over her shoulder as she headed for the exit.

Once she was gone, you let out a loud groan, clenching your eyes shut and letting your head fall back on to the cushioned floor.

When Bucky told you that you'd been assigned a new mission, your first instinct was to be excited. You loved being out on the field, feeling like you were using your abilities and training to do something good - to actually make a difference. However, what came next made your stomach drop.

"You're going to be partnered with Ava."

"Wait, what? Like, just the two of us... working together?"

You searched his face for any sign of humour but he just nodded stoically.

"Yes. The two of you are the only members of the team who still haven't warmed up to each other. It's important that you learn to work together. Think of it as team bonding."

You're eyes widened. "Bucky, I know your experienced and all but this is a bad idea. Ava hates me. We'll never be able to work together."

He just shrugged. "Well, you'll just have to find a way to make it work. It's important for the sake of the team."

He handed you the mission report to look over before exiting the room. You thumped gracelessly down into a chair with a loud groan as you began to flick through the file. You'd had some rough missions in the past but this one, you were sure, was going to end in disaster.

As Bucky left the briefing room, he caught the eye of Yelena who'd been waiting outside the door, listening in on your conversation.

Bucky sighed as he came to stand in front of her, running a hand tiredly over his face. "Are you sure this is going to work?"

Yelena shrugged. "I hope so. It's the best way to get them alone together."

"Let's hope they're open to talking," Bucky muttered. "I don't know how much more of this I can take."

Yelena just smirked.

Ava was already waiting at the loading bay by the time you arrived the next morning. The sun was just beginning to rise over the New York Skyline but that didn't seem to deter her. She just raised an eyebrow in your direction.

"Took you long enough," she grumbled before making her way onto the Quinjet.

"Well, good morning to you too," you muttered sarcastically to yourself as you followed her on board.

Most of the flight was filled with awkward silence as the two of you sat across from each other. The only conversation shared was cold and emotionless as you discussed the mission briefing.

The plan was simple. Infiltrate an old S.H.I.E.L.D lab and obtain their agent files. Valentina was looking to recruit new agents and what better way to find them then through a pre-organised database. The only problem was, many of these bases still had active defense mechanisms in place and you had no way of figuring out what these systems would do if activated. So it was up to the two of you to dismantle the protections and obtain the data without drawing any attention.

You knew why they'd chosen Ava for this task. She was the best stealth operative on the team. But for the life of you, you couldn't figure out why you'd been the one chosen to carry out the mission with her, instead of Bucky or even Yelena. Stealth missions had never been your forte and with the addition of Ava's clear distaste towards working with you, there were bound to be some hinderances.

The jet placed you about a mile away from the entrance of the base and you and Ava trekked in silence through the forest until you arrived. Once the base was in sight, you crouched behind a bush and went over the plan once more.

"Here's what's going to happen," Ava stated assertively. "I'll phase through in and turn the power on. We'll need it to open the doors but it could activate the armaments so be careful. I'll dismantle the infiltration system and you head straight for the operations room in the east wing and gather the data. I'll run a check to see if any other defenses are still activated. Once you have the files, we'll meet at the back exit. In and out, okay?"

You nodded assertively, flicking through the plan once more in your head.

"Okay but what if-"

Before you had a chance to finish your question, Ava had already disappeared. You sighed thickly and stood up straight, waiting for her signal.

There was a pause and after a moment, a buzzing sound rang out and you watched the building flicker to life. With swift precision, you headed for the door as it began to slide open.

The corridors of the empty building were bare and difficult to navigate. Furniture lay abandoned in the space, files left open and covered in dust. After it was made known that Hydra had infiltrated, all those years ago, it seemed agents were forced to leave in a hurry as the agency was unexpectedly disbanded.

You headed quickly for your destination. You knew exactly where to go after having carefully studied the building's floor plan the night before. You found the room you were looking for in no time, you coughed as dust rained from the ceiling when you pushed open the door.

The air in the room was stale. It was dark, lined with rows of long abandoned computers and splayed desk chairs. On the far wall was a large screen, one that you assumed was once used for briefings and conference calls with high class operatives.

"I'm in," you affirmed into your com, hoping that Ava had managed to complete her portion of the task.

The speaker crackled to life in your ear. "Okay. Just clearing the south wing now. Grab the data and get out."

"Copy that."

You hurried towards the computer, fingers crossed that it still worked. You shoved the USB into the slot and watched the screen flicker to life. O.X.E had created these USBs for the specific purpose of overriding S.H.E.I.L.D firewalls and accessing their database. You could only hope that it actually did it's job.

Once you were in, you made quick work of downloading the files you were looking for. You were just about done when things took an unexpected turn.

The room shifted, the lights in the space switching to a dim red and an alarm blaring from the ceiling. You looked up just as a robotic voice echoed through the space.

"Breach detected. Engaging lockdown protocol."

Suddenly, the doors around slammed shut, the noise echoing out through the space.

"Shit!" you muttered to yourself.

"What's going on?" Ava's voice came in your ear.

"We must have missed something," you responded, doing your best to sound composed. "There must have been a defense system built into the database. This lockdown thing was triggered when I started moving the files."

"Crap," Ava responded. "Can you get out? I'm headed your way now."

Hurriedly you swept the room, looking for a point of exit but they were all sealed. You moved to the edge of the room, sliding your hands along the walls in the hopes of finding some sort of hidden reset device but you came up empty.

It was then that the voice chimed out again.

"Vacuum system engaged. Oxygen levels at 80%."

"Fuck!" You exclaimed, moving back towards the computers. Maybe there was someway for you to deactivate the system. You doubted it. It was clearly intended to conceal intruders in specific situations just like these.

You could feel the air growing thinner around you but you tried not to pay it too much mind. Instead you focused on completing the mission and downloading all the agent files onto the USB. You could only hope that Ava would find a way to get you out.

Speaking of Ava, it was at that moment she phased into the room. Her eyes were dark as they landed on you.

"What the hell happened?"

"I don't know. But we have to get out of here fast. The oxygen levels are depleting."

She nodded stoically and walked towards the door. She aimed her blaster towards it and fired but all it did was leave a dent. The door didn't budge.

"Okay, so that doesn't work. Do you have another plan?"

She gave you a sharp look as the voice rang out again.

"Oxygen levels at 50%."

"Have you tried going through the computer?" she asked impatiently.

"The systems all locked up. I barely managed to get half of the names," you sighed. "Hopefully that'll be enough for Valentina."

Ava sighed thickly and you saw the way the muscles in her jaw flexed.

"Here," you pulled the USB from the computer and handed it out to her.

She raised a brow. "What are you doing?"

"Ava," your voice was soft. "You can get out of here. I can't."

She shook her head firmly, pushing your hand away. "Absolutely not. I'm not just going to take that and leave you here."

You couldn't help the dry chuckle that escaped your lips.

"What could you possibly be laughing at right now?" She exclaimed eyes wide.

"Sorry," you muttered. "It's just funny. I think this is the longest conversation we've ever had."

Something shifted in Ava's gaze.

"Oxygen levels at 30%."

It was starting to get harder to breath now. Your heart was pounding and your chest was heaving. You held the USB out towards her once more.

"Come on, just take it. If I'm going to die here, at least let me know the mission was completed"

There was an empty pause between you. Ava was looking at you in a way that she never had before. Her eyes were glazed over, filled with something akin to fear. The expression looked wrong on her, unfamiliar and unwelcome. You wanted nothing more than to make it disappear.

In a moment of bravery, you reached a hand up to cup her cheek, brushing a strand of dark hair behind her ear. You half expected her to pull back, to brush you off in horror and disgust, to shove you away and phase out in an instant. Instead she leaned into your touch.

"I wish we had more time. Maybe one day we could've been friends."

Her breathing hitched at your words and her gloved hand reached up to cover your own. Her eyes were wide and scared as they bore into yours but something deeper and more raw was swirling below the surface.

For a moment everything else melted away. The blaring of the alarm faded into the background, the fear loosened it's grip around your heart. For a moment, you just let yourself be there with her.

"Oxygen levels at 20%."

You gently pressed the USB towards her chest and you couldn't stop the tear that slipped down your cheek.

"Please just go, Ava," you pleaded. "There's no point in both of us dying here."

It was then that she took a step back, releasing her grip on you. She shook her head firmly, like something inside of her was clicking into place.

"No." She stated, her words so steady that you almost believed them. "This isn't happening. You're not dying today."

"Ava-" you started but she shook her head once more. You could practically see the gears turning inside of her.

"I'll be back. I'm going to get you out of here."

Your eyes widened as a newfound fear pulsed through you. You had no idea what she was planning but you could only hope it wasn't something too reckless.

"Ava!" you called again but she was already gone.

You sighed as heavily as your body would allow you too. The air was getting thinner by the second. You could feel your chest heaving, lungs clawing for oxygen.

You moved to sit down as a wave of dizziness washed over you. You hit the floor hard, your back leaning against the wall as you gasped for air.

"Oxygen levels at 10%."

The corners of your vision began to blacken and a sickening sinking feeling embedded itself in your chest. There wasn't enough time. Ava wasn't going to make it back before you lost consciousness. The mission would be a failure. You'd never get the chance to tell her how you felt.

You choked on tears as the world began to spin around you. You kept a firm grip on the USB in your hand. You hoped that Ava would have the foresight to at least pry it from your dead fingers. Surely that's what she'd find when she returned.

You consciousness was beginning to fade now. The sounds around you were beginning to disappear. Your vision was blurring, black dots invading your eyeline. You collapsed onto your side, no longer having the strength to hold yourself up. With a final wheezing breath you let your eyes flutter shut.

There was a loud bang, a sound that came from somewhere to to your left. Or was it behind you? You couldn't tell. Everything around you sounded like you were hearing it from underwater.

Something was tapping your cheek and there was a voice, ringing like a bell, saying words you couldn't quite make out. You forced your eyes open to see Ava's face in front of yours. She was grabbing at you. Her fingers were pushing at the skin of your neck. You could see her mouth moving but you couldn't make out what she was trying to say. You let your eyes flutter closed again just as you felt your body begin to move across the floor.

Then you were gasping awake, awareness crashing back over you like a tidal wave. The first thing you noticed was the sky above you. You were out of the lab and laying on the grassy forest floor. There was a stick poking your back and drops of rain were beginning to trickle onto your face but you were alive.

The second thing you saw was Ava's face hovering above your own.

"Oh my god."

Her words were dripping with relief and it was then that you noticed the gentle placement of her hand on your stomach.

"I thought I was too late. I thought you were dead."

You blinked up at her dumbly, still trying to regain your cognizance. Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth and your head was still spinning but the feeling of Ava's hand was grounding, like she was the only thing keeping you from floating away.

"You came back."

Your words were soft, barely a rasp as they fell from your lips, but they were filled with emotion.

Ava reached a hand up, brushing your wet hair from your eyes with movements more gentle than you'd ever seen from her. She was looking down at you with such concern, like she thought you were going to break in her grasp.

"I would never leave you. Not ever."

You sighed, the burning sensation still lingering inside of your lungs. The words slipped out before you had a chance to stop them.

"I thought you hated me."

You watched as her eyes slipped closed, almost as if the the words brought her pain.

"I know. I'm sorry."

"You always avoided me," you continued. "I tried to be your friend but you never wanted me around."

"That's not true," she whispered. Her voice was so soft that you almost didn't hear her. "I was just scared. I didn't know what to do. No one has ever made me feel the way you do."

And suddenly, it all made sense. Suddenly, you understood. Ava had spent so much of her life alone and unloved. She was used to pushing people away, it was self-preservation, almost instinctual.

"...But when I saw you in there," she continued. "When I thought you were going to die... it made me realise how stupid I'd been. I care about you, so much. I need you to know that."

You couldn't help the soft smile that grazed your lips. Despite the pain and exhaustion and the cold of the rain falling on your face, all you felt in that moment, was warmth.

"I care about you too, Ava. More than you even know."

She smiled back, gently leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

"Thank you for saving me."

She pulled away to meet your eyes.

"I'll always save you."

You sighed contentedly, taking her hand in yours and for the first time in a long time, maybe ever, you let your self hope. Maybe, just maybe, this would be the start of something beautiful.

It was then that you noticed the plumes of dark smoke that were filling the sky. Your mind wandered back to the crash that you'd heard inside the base.

"Ava? Did you blow a hole through the wall?"

"Yeah, I might have."

You chuckled. "So much for a stealth mission."

#thunderbolts #thunderbolts fanfic #ava starr x reader #ava starr #bucky barnes #yelena belova #new avengers #thunderbolts x reader

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wlwsoccerfics · 21 hours ago

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Mama,Mommy & the new Baby(RachelDalyXSarahMaylingXKidReader)

A/N: it's short but pure fluff.

Summary: your mommies just brought your Baby Brother.

You were just three years old but still already such a good big sister. Sitting in your Mamas (Rachel) lap while your Mommy (Sarah) was nursing your Baby Brother Lian. Lian was born two days ago.

"mama? Lian's hungwy?" You asked.

"yes that's right. So Mommy has to feed him, since he can't eat like you just yet." Your Mama explained. Smiling softly.

"no fish and chiwps for Lian?"you asked and frowned softly.

"No he is too small for that. But when he is old enough he can eat it." Your mommy explained.

"i Share with him then." You answered.

"aww that's cute, my sweet Girl! I bet he would like that!" Your Mama said. Smiling softly. Cuddling you a bit closer.

"i want to be the bestest sister!" You explained.

"you already are the best sister, Sweetheart." Your Mama replied and smiled even more.

"Mama is right, Angel." Your Mommy answered. Lian was close to falling asleep.

"Mommy, Lian sleepy now?" You wanted to know. Gently touching your Baby Brothers tiny foot, touching it gently. Which made him curl his little toes.

"yes Lian is always getting sleepy when he has eaten. Babies do alot of sleeping and eating." Your Mommy explained and you nodded your head in understanding.

"sleeping and eating? Bestest Life. I Likes both too!" You announced. "And i like playing with my Toys!" You let your mommies know. Both of them let out a soft giggle.

"that is understandable. We like all three Things as well!" Your mama said softly and laughed. Which made you giggle as well.

"i also like football Mommy! One day i want to become a lionesses. Cause Mama was one! Roar!" You said, serious tone in your voice.

Two hours later you were dressed in an Aston Villa Kit. Pink paw patrol shoes on. A ball under your arm. Your mommies promised to go on a Family walk together and you were allowed to bring your lionesses Football with you.

"Mommy?Mama? Lian can Play with me when?" You asked your mommies and looked at your little Brother who was asleep in the pram.

"this gonna take a while. He can't walk right now. First he has to learn alot of other skills before he can Play football with you, little Angel!" Your Mama explained. You looked at your Mommy.

"How many weeks until he can Walk?" You wanted to know.

"sweet Girl that's gonna take a bit longer than that!" Your Mommy informed you.

"okay, i will wait!" You answered with a soft smile. "But Mommy and Mama you Play football with me?" You asked.

"always Angel!" Your Mommy replied and they kept their promise.

Twenty minutes later you reached the park. Your Mommy sat on the bench, Lian in her arms. Still asleep, while you and your Mama played football on the Grass.

"Look Mommy i scored a Goal against Mama!" You told your Mommy. Your Mommy was smiling softly.

"oh wow darling that's amazing." She answered.

"Mama needs to learn goalie from auntie Mary!" You said, smiling softly.

"your auntie Mary is a world class goalie. I won't ever be as good as her!"your Mama admitted.

"true Mama. Auntie Mary is the bestest goalie. Auntie Hannah is great too! Auntie Hannah is gonna win the Euros for us!"you spoke up.

You played with your Mama for thirty more minutes before you walked back Home. And at Home you climbed into your mamas lap, watching Bluey on the Couch. While your Mommy was nursing your Baby Brother. Sitting next to you. You ended Up falling asleep half way through the Episode of Bluey.

"Football tired her out." Your Mommy whispered out, looking over to you and your Mama.

"that or being an amazing big sister!" Your Mama said with a soft smile.

"that's actually a very valid Point you got there, Babe!" Your Mommy answered. Leaning over to kiss your Mama before kissing you on the head carefully and placing a soft kiss on Lian's little nose.

#woso x reader #woso request #woso fic #rachel daly x sarah mayling x reader #RachelDaly x Reader #sarah mayling x reader

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So having spent a couple days thinking about it and also before I get into it I do just wanna acknowledge how it’s entirely reasonable to take issue with how Lalah was presented in the latest episode of Gquuuuuux. But I do think that with the context of Gquuuuuux Lalah staying in the brothel is incredibly important for what Gquuuuuux is trying to say. So a common thread for all the OYW/Gundam 79 vets shown in Gquuuuuux is that they’re stuck in the war. They haven’t been able to move past it, Challia’s still searching for char, Gihren and Kycilia are both still in the wartime fear of assassination and weapons development emphasised by Xavier saying they haven’t even met since the OYW and Lalah has stuck herself in the brothel waiting for char to come save her.

And topping it off the assumedly char character seems to still be trying to kill the Zabi’s and they’ve all been searching for the rose of Sharon this entire time. But all of them have made this choice and I believe that Lalah in this episode, similarly to how Zeon and the brothel have been used, is intended to emphasise this point further.

Like Kycilia and Gihren have chosen to continue on researching new weapons of war and preparing for a civil war by choice, sure it’s the prisoner’s dilemma but it’s still their choice. Similarly Challia rather than trying to actually do something to kill the Zabi’s like he and char planned has spent the last decade and a half searching for Char. Same with Lalah, rather than escaping either with Machu or any time before that she’s waiting for Char to come save her. And this is important because so much of Nyaan, Shuji and Machu’s story has been about finding a place for themselves. And just like how Anqi and Xavier and Deux are the worst possibilities for them, Anqi a jaded woman who trusts no one and is willing to sell people out once they lose their usefulness, Xavier a soldier whose sold his ideals and personhood for alleged safety, and Deux a girl who sacrificied everything in the name of experiencing the Kira Kira, the veterans are similarly advisory tales.

Challia is the man who gives up everything he cares about in the fruitless search for someone he’s centred his whole life around, Gihren and Kycilia show the downfalls of plunging into the war machine for a purpose no matter how noble you think it is, and Lalah is similarly to Challia the consequence of tying your worth to someone else. All of which are possible ends at current for really only Nyaan and Machu but still relevant to my point. These are all people showing potential end points for the protagonists and yet also advisory stories about why they shouldn’t end up like that

Like last ep Xavier basically was just making a case to Nyaan about why she doesn’t want to stay with Zeon and would rather go back to her friends just like how in this ep Lalah while also being a big exposition dump was showing Machu that she was right in taking grasp of her destiny when she did with the Gundam. Because otherwise she’d be stuck suffering waiting for someone else to save her.

This sort of thing is also why I am extremely confident Nyaan and Machu aren’t being set up to be Charmuro 2.0, the show is putting so much effort into showing how badly these people have suffered because of their inability to find good places for themselves where they truly thrive I A. Don’t see the show saying that yes the place for NyaChu is the exact same place that two other adults that suffered greatly from the same generation inhabited 40 years ago and B. I think it’s far too bleak an answer for a show that I think is at its core one of positivity. Like firstly it’s kind of insane to make a show at least partially aimed at teens and say their place in life is to die in a toxic Yuri explosion but also I think that with the subtle parts of it’s portrayals for Nyaan and Machu the show is giving a lot of grace to the idea that teenagers are smart enough to figure it out if they’re given the space to figure it out. And so I doubt the ending at its core character-wise for Nyaan and Machu at the very least will be not much more complicated than the two of them finding the space to figure out who they are and moving beyond the failings of Zeon and the Federation.

Likely together and depending on Shuji’s state at the end with or without him, as a very direct contrast to Charmuro they’ll either move past the loss without blaming each other and just accepting that he’s gone and filling the space he’s left with each other. Or they’ll, like in ep 7, show that Shuji isn’t something that’ll come between them, their bond is ultimately stronger than both of them having feelings for the same boy (likely because they have the same feelings for each tier too.)

Although I do also have to say at the end of this that with only three episodes left it’s entirely possible that they just completely fail to actually deliver on tany of this and instead it devolves into some multiverse bullshit but I do think I’m at least accurate with my read on Lalah. Because while I’m only part way through Utena from what I’ve heard and read about it the victimising inherent to certain roles that’s discussed in that anime is very similar to what’s going on with Lalah in Gquuuuuux and that by seeing the visions of char and Amuro and the OYW she’s relegated herself to this role as someone to be saved and taken away her own agency and this is supposed to be a bad thing for her to do. Similarly to how Challia has lost himself in the search for the red comet and failed to achieve anything that he and char talked about doing.

#jackattack rambles #gundam gquuuuuux #gundam gquuuuuux spoilers #while I am incredibly excited to see where this is going I’m also incredibly worried about how well the ending will pull it together #I am also growing increasingly dubious about Shuji’s reappearance #like if it isn’t at least hinted at next ep I doubt it’s happening #and like I mean Shuji specifically Char’s reappearance was always a guarantee but if there’s not more than confirmation people survive and #nothing for Shuji specifically I don’t see him coming back #character analysis #I really hope that they manage to land this show #like there’s also all the stuff with alt Lalah from this week which is something I’m not willing to have any idea about until next week #at the very least #also do wanna emphasise again that yeah it’s totally valid to be annoyed or upset at what they did with Lalah this week cause of the history #of female characters getting shafted like this but I do think it’s the same thing they’re doing with Challia and that Lalah is entirely #capable of leaving whenever she wants but is choosing not to #the cage is open but the birds staying on her perch

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kai34902 · 3 days ago

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Addiction

Blurb: When all eyes are on you, you are forced to preform. till your legs bleed, your heart torn apart, and your mind goes numb you must not stop. Until a boy who has no interest in anything but science and space becomes a safe haven for you.

Or alternatively

When two people realize their feelings too late, and now must rebuild civilization while also try to get rid of their feelings for the other. Just one problem: they're addicted to each other

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Paring: Senku x reader

Can be found on

Ao3

Quotev

Chapter 9: Pulsing

summery: Conflict occurs that you have to face on, but you don't want to face against it. Then a great adventure begins.

(IM SORRY IF (Y/N) SEEMS TO BE WEAK HERE SHE JUST DOESN'T WANNA HURT TSUKASA BECAUSE SHE CARES FOR HIM)

Word count: 3392

Warning: Heinous flirting cuz I have zero game :D

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The sound of a panicked Taiju echoed into your ear. “Wait, why is Nothing happening? Don't worry, Yuzuriha, it's fine! Is this fine, Senku? (y/n)?” He cried to you guys for answers.

You couldn’t answer, still trying to process the information that was handed to you not even a minute ago. Your mind drew a blank. Both from information about the petrification and memories of Tsukasa. You were trying to pinpoint just when he was awful, but all you could pull out was soft moments with him.

You guys would fight and train together with spears and fists. Stamina training that you believed that Senku needed more than you. Furthermore, there were times when he would give you the last fish. He believed that you needed more meat on your bone, which you vehemently disagreed with but still ate because he would bug you about it for the rest of the day or the day after. In truth, you had a hard time believing in Senku. But you know in your heart that he would never lie to you.

Poor Taiju was still looking at his friends for answers, but thankfully Senku stepped up. “Well, the reaction isn't instantaneous. The petrification is much like cryostasis. The stone shell acts as a protective coating made from trace metals in the body. An unknown process caused them to phase shift, and they took on a petrified state.”

“You lost me, Senku! It's so complicated!” You could see Taiju’s eyes almost pop out of their sockets.

Right here is when you would usually jump in and give a dumb down explanation, but you couldn’t even utter a cry. Senku saw this and jumped in about it being a theory from the year of experimenting you all did.

Suddenly the sound of cracking stones echoed around you. It brought you out of your mind. The stone fragments broke off of Yuzuriha as she fell gracefully into Taiju’s arms like a damsel.

You were about to cry. Scratch that you were crying. You didn’t know you were till Senku came up and rubbed your tears away from your face. His thumb stopped right underneath your left eye. Tears fogged up your vision, but you could still see his gentle gaze.

“Are you back to our world now, Doll?” He spoke in that same tone that annoyed you for years on end.

“Kinda,” you sighed. Wiping off the remaining tears while Senku tried to “catch Yuzuriha up.”

“Pardon the intrusion on your big moment,” Senku began, “but you need to make a decision before he gets back. He held up a finger.

“There are only two options, so choose carefully. Plan A: The two of you

Run away this instant and find a new place to live. The farther, the better.”

You knew that Yuzuriha and Taiju wouldn’t take that option. They are like you. They’ll stick right beside Senku like ink on paper. Together you guys were like birds of a feather.

“Plan B: We join together and fight to stop Tsukasa's murder spree, using the weapons of civilization.” Senku pulled up a second finger.

“Come on, man! Obviously, we'll stay and fight by your side! I mean really, what kind of people do you think we are?!” The tense air that Senku created was immediately demolished by Taiju’s immense loyalty. Yuzuriha jumped on board despite not knowing what was going on. It was a nonsensical moment, but it made you happy.

Tsukasa returned to crush that moment. Unfortunately, he came just when Taiju was yelling about Tsukasa’s murder spree. “So I'm "killing people"? Huh. I'd say that's a matter of perspective. I call it culling them. For the benefit of the new world.”

You turned to him first. His fierce gaze looked down upon your three friends, but it softened when he looked at you. When you caught it, you felt the sudden urge to run up to him and hit him over and over while you scream “Why! Why! Why!” while you cried. But you knew better.

Right now he was a predator while you guys were prey. You couldn’t treat him like the Tsukasa from before. One wrong move and you’ll all be dead. You had to stay vigilant.

Tsukasa dropped the lion skin, the one that he used on you the other night, on the ground. He was walking closer to you guys. Taiju swiftly jumped ahead, shielding you guys from any potential attacks.

Senku was slightly taken aback. He was surprised that Tsukasa wouldn’t hide his murderous intent, especially in front of you, the girl he's interested in. He thought that Tsukasa would at least wait till you were gone somewhere or kidnap you like some sort of yandere. Senku thought that Tsukasa would only do that after he got his hands on the miracle fluid and disposed of him, Taiju, and Yuzuriha.

Tsukasa then let go of what he was clutching onto in preparation for an attack. It was stone fragments, specifically the horrific expression in their eyes the person made when they were petrified. It angered Taiju, who saw it.

“Senku, if things go bad, please take care of Yuzuriha. And I know (y/n) is safe in your hands. I'm gonna stop him! Right here and now!” He charged straight towards Tsukasa.

You tried to yell at him to stop; after all, you know better than anyone about Tsukasa's strength and skills. But he wouldn’t listen. Taiju continued charging at Tsukasa as if he was a piece of red fabric and he was the raging bull.

You saw an arrow fly past Taiju and aimed at Tsukasa. You looked from the corner of your eye and saw Senku, with a crossbow in his hands. You couldn’t ask him when he made that and why he didn’t show you it because your attention was caught on Tsukasa. He had caught the arrow and slammed it down onto the ground just before he spun to get some momentum and then used it to kick Taiju. Thankfully, Taiju blocked it in time.

You were concerned for Taiju’s arm. You reckon that Daniel’s kicks, if done in a certain way, could lead to nerve and blood vessel damage to the victim. That's why he was prohibited from doing it too much and why he switched to overpowering his opponents to dodging their attacks and then landing a few soft blows before they all surrendered. So if Tsukasa is anything like Daniel, you hoped Taiju’s arm wasn’t broken.

“Nobody has ever taken one of my kicks full force and remained standing before… It's true, but what's even more interesting is the feeling I get that you actually refused to attack me just now. Why is that?” You heard Tsukasa ask.

“I don't hit anyone!” Taiju yelled. “You can hit me or kick me or

Whatever the hell you wanna do! But I'm telling' ya! You gotta stop breaking those statues! Because killing is wrong! End of story!”

A stupid thing to say to the strongest human that's currently sentient. But the sentiment was there, so you couldn't be prouder. For Tsukasa, however, he was confused. Taiju did make a deal or compromise; he just made a statement. Taiju would continuously use it every time Tsukasa spoke. So Tsukasa used a different tactic. He pointed towards the girl right beside you, Yuzuriha.

“That girl you just revived, what if I told you I'd kill her instead?”

You and Taiju quickly moved in front of her. Shielding her from Tsukasa. But it didn’t take long for Taiju’s injury to catch up on him. Of all things, his head started to bleed before he fell onto the ground in front of Yuzuriha.

“Oh no! Taiju!” Yuzuriha collapsed right beside him. You couldn’t afford to look behind and check up on Taiju.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of Tsukasa. You wouldn’t allow him to hurt any anymore of your friends. But you were also scared. You didn’t want to hurt him either. You still cared for him, but if you have to, you will do anything to protect your friends.

“It seems it did hurt him.” Senku came up and placed his hand on your shoulder. Breaking you free from the prolonged tense stares you and Tsukasa gave each other.

“He's bleeding like a stuck pig. He'll need a couple of days to sleep it off.”

“Yeah. So let's not fight each other. You guys just protect your girlfriends and quit worrying about some random statues. Meanwhile, I will do what I need to do.” Tsukasa picked up the lion skin cape he discarded earlier and walked away with a final warning.

“That arrow I shot was moving at over 200 kilometers per hour.” Senku finally spoke.

“That's crazy. He just grabbed it.” Yuzuriha replied.

“Yeah, and it didn’t stop him.” You finally spoke up, “So we need a better alternative, don’t we, Genius~?” You turned around and flashed them a grin. You tried to hide what you were feeling, but your grin gave it away. It wasn’t as happy as before. Senku obviously noticed but didn’t comment. He just started stomping on Taiju and coercing him to finally get up and stop pretending.

“What are you doing?! You said he needed to sleep for a few days!” Yuzuriha yelped.

“Give me a freaking break! Is this it? You're just gonna lose that easily, ya big oaf?” Senku still continued on, plunging Taiju into the ground.

You tried to get Senku off of Taiju. Even if Taiju had bottomless energy and dexterity, he was still human. He could still get hurt, and this might have been the case. Unfortunately for you but fortunately for Senku, Taiju woke up.

“No way! Not me!” He stood up and flexed. Ignoring the trail of blood that was trickling down the side of his head.

“Oh, wow! Are you really okay?” Yuzuriha spoke. Finally, another voice of reason, you cheered in your head.

“Don't worry! I'm made of stronger stuff than that! And I'm still crazy-full of energy!”

You were also tempted to reply with the “that's what she said” joke, but you fought the urge. As Senku pulls Taiju back from running to Tsukasa, you help bring Yuzuriha back to her feet.

“Are you ok, Zuri?” Your voice softens, “I know this wasn’t the scene you’d expect after being woken up after 3700 years.”

“Yeah, but I’ll be fine, Cosmo.” She smiled brightly.

Cosmo is a nickname Yuzuriha gave you guys when you were in middle school. You had just told her about the Halloween party you went to the previous year. It was loud and obnoxious, and not only that, people barely dressed up! You felt awkward in your Elphaba costume the entire time while you were watching the others in their half assed costumes. Turns out it was just a hangout for middle schoolers looking for their next relationships disguised as a Halloween party. That's when Yuzuriha got the idea of hosting your own party.

It would just be you two, Senku and Taiju, at Yuzuriha’s house. You two even planned matching costumes, Cosmo and Wanda from the Fairy OddParents. You were Cosmo while she was Wanda, and that's how you got the nickname.

Though, in addition, when Taiju heard, he also wanted to be apart, so he ended up becoming Timmy. With Taiju making your matching costumes into a group, you now had to get Senku in it. With limited characters, you guys chose the next best thing, Poof/Periwinkle. At first Senku refused, but after weeks of begging he finally caved. He just couldn’t resist you.

You missed hearing the nickname coming from Yuzuriha, especially since it reminded you that you had a picture of Senku in the first poof costume Yuzuriha made. It was a dress that he immediately took off once he realized what you guys made him wear (he was blindfolded; that's why he didn’t know at first). It was a nice memory to look back to and unfortunately will stay that way, as the phone that you had the photo on is long gone.

“In the Stone World, there's only one sure-fire path to defeating a monster. Advancing civilization and crafting weapons of science!” You both heard Senku’s voice in the distance.

He then went straight towards the hut, and the three of you followed him, curious of what he was doing. He then started crushing the pots you had previously made.

“Wow, what a waste. And they were perfectly good too.” You spoke sarcastically. You obviously knew what he was doing, so you drifted away for a bit to pack some stuff and get ahead of the clock.

“What the heck are you doing, Senku?” Taiju asked

“Staging a scene obviously. This way it'll look like he freaked us out so badly, we just took some food and ran off.”

“What do ya mean by that? Are we really gonna give up?” Taiju was surprised by Senku’s willingness to give up, which was uncharacteristic of him.

“No, but it'll look like it.” He replied, “If we can make some weapons of science before he realizes what we're really up to, then victory is ours. But if he gets wise to us? Game over. The race is on, you guys.” He chuckled and left the hut.

“Come on, we have some packing to do.” Senku was about to list off things that Yuzuriha and Taiju needed to find and get but was stopped by you at the bottom of the ladder with the last bag you guys needed.

“Always one step ahead of me, aren't you, doll?” He chuckled again.

“If I’m always ahead, maybe you should pick up the pace, sweetheart~” You let out a lighthearted laugh as you winked at him.

You were surprised to see some red on Senku’s face. You opened both eyes swiftly to try to get a better look, but it wasn’t there anymore. You chalked it up to the sunrays; yeah, it was the sunrays…

Taiju and Yuzuriha saw their friend quickly compose himself as if he hadn’t just contracted scarlet fever a moment ago. They knew thought the same as they glanced at each other with an unspoken agreement and silent understanding. Unfortunately for Yuzuriha, Taiju didn’t get it fully. She had to cover his mouth in order to not embarrass Senku further.

With a couple of extra spears for protection and about fifteen minutes away from what is the closest thing to a home in the stone world, Senku began to explain where they were heading for the weapons of science they were looking for. “We're gonna hunt for materials to make weapons, starting at Hakone!”

“Isn’t that about 80 kilometers away?” Your voice elevated in shock despite knowing beforehand where he was aiming to go.

“Just think of it as an adventure.” He smirked, “And don't worry, Doll, I’ll make the journey worth your while. I'm sure once you see what we’ll be making, you’ll get excited.”

You let out a sigh, contemplating whether or not you should say what you were going to say. You don't back down. No, that's not who you are. “Oh please, every second with you is enough to leave me on edge.”

Senku was taken aback and almost choked on his saliva. He was about to say something before Taiju chimed in.

“80 kilometers is like two whole marathons! We can knock it out in five hours!”

“Maybe a freak of nature like you can.” Senku’s voice spewed.

You and Yuzuriha noticed the pink petals that drifted from the sky; it was cherry blossoms. Its beauty attracted a lot of tourists from all over the world, but these petals were a bit different.

It wasn’t a surprise for you after all; the Prunus yedoensis weren’t self pollinating. Even if the birds' insects spread their seeds and pollen around, they wouldn’t be able to produce the same trees. So without human help, they would’ve been the first to die out. The four of you continued walking for another thirty minutes until you reached a cliff.

“Man, what an amazing view!” Taiju exclaimed with his big ol’ goody grin.

“It's perfect.” Senku brought out something from his utility belt. It was a sextant.

“It's been 35,970 seconds since sunrise,” he muttered under his breath.

“Wow! You just spit that number out like it was no big deal!” Yuzuriha exclaimed,

“Well, while he was a statue, he counted for hundreds of billions of seconds. So he's pretty good at it by now.” Taiju explained.

“What did you do, Cosmo, when you were petrified?”

You didn’t want to answer. You were still ashamed for not using your time wisely compared to Senku.

“She used her memory to re-read her favorite books and re-” You covered Taiju’s mouth quickly before he could continue yapping. It didn’t stop him, but it did make it inaudible, so I guess it's better than nothing.

“Recenter you two,” Senku commanded.

“A sextant is supposed to tell you your exact location based on the time. But unfortunately, this one seems to be total garbage. But without GPS, this is all we've got.” He looked down, trying to understand where in the world you four were at.

“Isn’t this around Kamakura?” You added

“That's what I'm thinking, but I'd love to know our true coordinates.”

“Huh. Think they’re still any buildings we can use as landmarks?” Taiju tried to help.

“Sweet pea… They've all crumbled after this long. There's nothing left.” From the corner of your eyes you saw Yuzuriha running away. You followed her, just in case she got lost, injured, or met a predator. This is definitely NOT a trauma response.

“Hey! What's the matter?” You heard Taiju call out from a distance.

“It looks like there's some kind of clearing in the trees up ahead!” Yuzuriha replied.

You guys stopped right when the trees cleared up. You gasped as you took in the sight of a familiar statue that stood tall against the test of time.

“Kamakura's landmarks are still standing.” Yuzuriha muttered.

“Our location is 35 degrees, 19 minutes north by 139 degrees, 32 minutes east.” Senku explained after catching his breath.

Yuzuriha started to tear up. The 3700 years finally caught up to her as she stared into the broken cracks of the Buddha statue. Memories of her and her family flooded into her mind with great pressure. It was more like a tsunami rather than a flood. It didn’t take too long for Taiju to notice the tears that fell from Yuzuriha’s face.

“Hey! What's wrong, Yuzuriha?! Did someone make you cry?! Was it me?!” His own tears threatened to fall.

“I'm not crying! I mean, I am, but it's not that kind of crying because it's not anybody's fault, okay? It's just... this is a lot for me to handle“. She paused, trying to find her words.

“I haven't been up for a full day, and none of this feels real to me yet. But seeing the Great Buddha of Kamakura like this makes me realize that we really are in Japan and thousands of years have passed by without us. I thought about my mom, my dad, and everyone else. And I just…”

Senku walked in between them. “Come on, there's nothing to worry about. We're gonna beat Tsukasa before too long, then saving humanity is right around the corner.”

This was his own special way of cheering someone up. No falsehood in his words, no unnecessary cheering, and no over the top gestures. It's one of the many things about him that people don’t notice. These are the type of people who just categorize him as a cold-blooded, heartless man who would marry science if he could.

But you can see the in between. The silent but caring actions he takes, the softened words, and the time he’ll spend just for you. No one will believe you, but that's no problem. You know him and his character, and that alone is enough.

You laugh at the antics that Senku was up to. He was about to take some copper to upgrade his sextant. Taiju was trying to coerce him out of it.

“Never a dull moment, huh?” Yuzuriha laughed right beside you.

“Not with Senku around.”

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I SLIT MY OWN THROAT JUST TO SEE IF YOU'D MOURN ME

Pairing: Héctor Fort x fem!reader, toxic situationship

Summary: While Héctor keeps you on your toes about your relationship, telling you that he loves you, amongst other things, he can't quite seem to commit to you. To him, it's all no-strings-attached, but you want more and you end up hurting your own feelings in the process.

Word Count: ~4.3k (oops, not again)

Reading Time: ~17 Minutes

Warnings: Slightly suggestive, mentions of sex and hooking up, mentions of alcohol and drinking, heavy swearing, Héctor turns into a real asshole at the end, he makes reader cry, reader knows something has to change but doesn't try to change anything, complicated mess of feelings on both sides, no hopeful ending, not proof read (english isn't my first language)

A/N: BOAHHHHH we lowkey gotta execute all of portugal rn. GERMANY WTF????? Wie kann man so eine BESCHISSENE PISS ZWEITE HALBZEIT SPIELEN🫩 I already kinda knew we were losing when I saw 3-4-3 and Waldemar Anton with Robin Koch in the defense. WE LET A GRANDPA SHOOT A GOAL WHAT IS WRONG WITH US (yes, Ronaldo is not my goat)???? This was finished in rage, so excuse any angry spelling mistakes, but we just lost in the most embarrassing way. Word Cup, here we come (we'll still win, of course)! On a diffrent note tho: It was really fun writing for Héctor. He's probably one of the prettiest men I've ever seen in my life. Also, I'm 100% sure he's a very sweet guy who wouldn't do something like in this fic lmao lmk if y'all want a part 2 with a happier ending! Inspiration for this was this song👇

Those beautiful eyes. Big, tantalizing, brown eyes that you seemed to get lost in every time you saw them. And, it didn't matter that you were just looking at a picture of him. You could stare at him for hours and not get bored of it. If he would let you.

You and Héctor met just a couple months ago in the streets of Barcelona. To be honest, you didn't know who he was — And he didn't expect you to. The minute he layed his eyes on you he knew you were perfect: Mostly because your biggest interest wasn't football. You were a fresh breeze in his life, finally someone who wasn't connected to his career. To you, though, it was probably the coolest thing to have a professional football player like you. Héctor is tall, talented, easy to talk to... You like the fact that he works out and surrounds himself with good people. His first impression was perfect, it was natural to fall in love with him.

If things could've stayed that way, you wouldn't be here right now. You'd be beside him, in his bed, looking at the real thing. As the situationship progressed, you realized that Héctor was different deep down. He wasn't this charming young man social media makes him out to be (because, of course, the first thing you did was stalk him on the internet to see what people had to say about him).

Soon enough, you took notice that he treats hou more like a side piece than a girl he's interested in. You're good enough to take out, mostly to parties, and for sex, but that was kind of it. Then, when you were back home, you'd watch tiktoks of fan interactions Héctor had and wondered why he didn't treat you with the same amount of respect.

There's phases of love bombing, meaning he'll send you flowers to your doorstep, invite you over to his house to cook together or buys you expensive things you wouldn't ask for, but those are followed by weeks of silence. Like right now. All you can do is stare at the screen, pictures of you two together and text messages from two days ago:

"You're so beautiful, mi amor."

"I want to take you to training with me."

"I love you."

He loves you. You hold onto those three little words for a long time.

...

"Oh my god, seriously, you need to get a grip girl." Your best friends voice rung out of your phone. "What do you mean?"

You were currently sitting at your vanity, getting ready for... something. You didn't know what it was yet, but something was telling you that Héctor would text you.

"What I mean? Are you crazy?" Calling Mia for advice on this situation always gave you a reality check. She'd never lie to you or coddle you and that's exactly what you needed. You wanted to not care about his attention so much, but it was like your body yearned for it. "That boy has you wrapped around his finger and he didn't even need to do anything." Carefully, you curled your eyelashes while listening to Mia go on and on about your situationship. "And still, he won't respect you."

"How is he not respecting me?"

"Girl..."

"What?"

"All this hanging out and hooking up and he still hasn't asked you to be his girlfriend? You know he meets up with other girls too, right?"

Of course you knew. Hearing that out of somebody else's mouth hit a bit too hard, though. You sighed and stared at yourself in the mirror, a weird feeling suddenly settling in your stomach. That was, until you heard a ping from your phone. With a gasp, you quickly grabbed it and heard Mia groan in annoyance on the other end of the line.

"I'll pick you up in 15, be ready."

"See, I told you he'd text!" You continued to do your makeup gingerly and all giggly. Even if your best friend didn't like what Héctor was doing with you and thought that you were a bit too naïve, she let it slide. This time. At no point you thought Mia was jealous of you, though. Other friends always made it sound like she was trying to get in between of your relationship with Héctor, mostly because he's a footballer bla bla bla, but, the truth is, you know. You know that the dynamic between you and the boy isn't ideal, you know that he's probably just toying with your feelings and you know that you should call this thing off. But you can't. And you won't.

Héctor, even if his feelings were bipolar towards you, never made you feel used. Whenever he's take you out to one of his friend's functions he'd introduce you properly and keep his arm around your waist. He made it all seem very normal and that was perhaps what made you so attached.

There's been nights where you cried yourself to sleep over rumors in your friendgroup about a new girl he's seeing or over the fact that he wouldn't text you. You'd never dare to double text, so if he left you on delivered, you were of course being petty. You ask yourself: Am I not good enough? What do other girls have that I don't? Why would he go for her and not me? What you didn't see was, that you were never the problem in the first place.

Teenage love is hard to swallow. Especially when considering that you both were almost 20. Mia thought this was highschool drama, but to you it was very real. Héctor would never deny your feelings whenever you opened up to him (which has happened like two times only), but he'd also never change. He gave you the feeling of being loved unconditionally. And it was addicting admittedly.

...

Like many times before in the last ten minutes, you were checking yourself out in your mirror. Mia had hung up just a few minutes before and your room felt cold and alone. Why were you sulking now? Did her words really hit home that close? You should be happy Héctor's coming over!

You were lying to yourself and you knew that. If only you could—

The sound of your doorbell ripped you out of your thoughts. The heavy feeling on your chest was lifted immediately when you grabbed your bag and ran down the stairs. Luckily, your parents were away for the weekend, which means if anything else would happen at your place...

Carefully, you opened the front door as to not seem so excited at Héctor's presence. Your eyes immediately fell to his hands which held a bouquet of your favorite flowers. He looked rather nonchalant about it, but the second his eyes found your face, they lit up like firework.

"Hey, princesa." He grinned as he called you the nickname, immediately pulling you in for a hug. His arms rested on your waist when he did so. It took you a moment to reciprocate the gesture, your hands resting on his chest. When pulling away, Héctor pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, which left you absolutely breathless... even though nothing had happened yet.

"These.. are your favorites, right?" Holding out the bouquet, you took it from his hands and grinned. "Yes.. yes they are. They're beautiful, thank you!" This wasn't anything new. After a long period of not meeting up, he's always have some sort of gift with him. Either your favorite snack, jewelry you mentioned liking before or, well, flowers. Héctor payed attention to detail, which made it harder for you to believe he didn't love you. There had to be something behind all of this, right?

On the way to your favorite stargazing spot, the footballer couldn't help but compliment you every minute.

"You look really pretty tonight."

"You've said that like five times by now."

"What? I can't compliment my girl no more?"

While you guys laughed about the situation, your brain couldn't help but replay Héctor's words in your mind. His girl. He called you his girl. If this wasn't a clear sign, then what is?

"I'm really sorry I couldn't make more time for you, by the way." Héctor sighed, absentmindedly skipping some songs on the playlist he put on. "Yeah, don't worry about it, I know you're busy." Obviously, you couldn't expect him to make time for you during the busiest time of the season. The last few games were on the horizon and you knew how important the sport was to him. "I shouldn't be too busy for you, tho! Like... ugh." You giggled at his frustration.

For the remainder of time, a comfortable silence settled between the two of you. You just watched him drive, which was really attractive in your mind. Héctor has called you his passenger princess before. Oh, seriously, how could this guy not be in love with you. It was almost impossible, especially with the way you put so much work into your appearance, or the way you behave around him (you know, not to seem so obsessed) and stuff. Unfortunately, you'd do anything for quiet moments like these as long as they're with him.

And a night out stargazing spot with Héctor always meant making out on the hood of his car.

...

Quietness. Warmth. Comfort. Those were all things you felt while laying next to him right now. Nothing happened tonight — Meaning no sex, that is. Héctor said, this wasn't the type of meet up for that. He wanted to savor the time he had with you tonight, that's all. He wanted to talk about everything, god and the world and maybe also why he's mad at the world right now.

It was natural to let him sleep over, especially when that meant he's hold you close while you slept. Héctor's arms around you always made you feel safe, like you didn't need anything else in the universe.

On one hand, it did make you extremely happy that this seemed to be more meaningful to him, on the other hand you didn't know why. You were suspicious... suspicious if he was feeling guilty about something and felt like he needed to make it up to you. Cheating, maybe. But, would it really be cheating if you weren't officially a thing? No, you had no right to call it that.

Héctors breath on your neck grounded you in reality again. Your hand was interlaced with his and all of this felt so domestic. The thing you were looking at on your phone cancelled all of that out in a minute. A mutual friend of yours and Héctor had sent you a screenshot of a snapchat story just 20 minutes ago.

Just as you had suspected, it was from a girl you didn't like anyway. She posted a picture with her on what seemed to be Héctor's lap. Oh, how much you wanted to beat the shit out of him right now. Perfect opportunity even: He's right beside you.

And then it hits you again.

You're not his girlfriend. What are you doing? Why are you so mad? He didn't cheat. He didn't do anything. It was in his right to pursue othrr girls but... wow, the things you'd do to be the only one. You bit down on your cheek to hold yourself back from crying as you just slid your phone under your pillow.

Héctor slightly shifted against you, making his presence apparent again. Your thoughts were half empty as you tried to make sense of the conversation you had earlier this night:

"Are you free on Saturday next week?" You turned your head to him and nodded, curious as to what Héctor had in mind this time. "Great, I want you as my plus one." Satisfied, he propped himself up with one arm and leaned down to press a chaste kiss on your lips. "What do you mean? Plus one to what?" He proceeded to explain how one of his guy friends was throwing this huge house party, but obviously it was still exclusive. Somehow boys in Barcelona seemed to be plugged in everywhere, because you did in fact also recognize the name of that friend. "Uhhh... okay, fine, I'll come." Instead of saying thank you, Héctor pressed another kiss on your lips, leaving you no time to kiss him back. "We'll have a good time, you'll see."

Aha, why didn't he ask one of his other girls then if he loves them so mu—

"Mhm.. princesa, are you okay?" The sudden rumbling of his voice startled you. Confused you turned your head around, to find Héctor, half awake, already staring at you. "Yes? Why? Are you okay?" You whispered back. The boy yawned in response and nodded, looking like he was about to fall asleep again. "Yeah.. you just... squeezed my hand so hard, I thought you wanted me to wake up." Aaaaand he was knocked out again.

With an irritated look on your face, you turned your head back. Did you actually get this frustrated? You must've.

Great, it's like you're digging your own grave here. You thought tonight would be a good night out, but now it seems to settle in your mind that this was in no way healthy. You should talk to him.. no, you needed to talk. It was long overdue and you knew it.

...

The next morning, you didn't really want to be mad at him anymore. Especially not when he woke you up by kissing you down your neck.

On monday, you also didn't have the mental capacity to call Héctor or text him that you needed to talk with him or that you didn't want to go to that party on Saturday.

Same thing on Tuesday, just then he had facetimed you, which seemed to make all your worries go away.

On Wednesday, you just said fuck it, and you went with. Maybe, if you didn't go, you'd ruin an opportunity for him to ask you to be his girlfriend. It definitely felt like an appropriate timing, like afterwards when leaving the party. And, if it didn't happen, you could make new friends, get yourself drunk and pick out a new guy to like. And that wouldn't be cheating, just like how him letting another girl onto his lap isn't cheating either.

After another, for you depressing, phone call with Mia and a few other things to do with studying and worrying about other things for once, Saturday rolls around. Héctor comes by fairly early just to see you get ready. He says it's one of his favorite things, especially because he gets to have a say in what you'll wear. Sometimes he wants it matching, too.

In a slightly uncomfortable way, most likely because of his presence which had never happened before, you pull at the dress you decided to put on — Short, not at all classy and defining all in one. Quickly, you stole a glance at the guy on your bed, watching him tap away at his phone through the mirror. You squinted, trying to make out who he was texting through his mimics. Eventually, Héctor just sighed and put his phone away, his eyes coming to rest on you.

"It's like you're doing it on purpose." Héctor said with a grin and slowly stood up from your bed. You basically felt the way he dragged his eyes over your body, a slight feeling of embarrassment creeping up your cheeks. You moved your gaze to your feet as you started feeling shy or some weird emotion you couldn't really register at all. It has never been like this before, so why are you sweating now?

"What am I doing on purpose?"

"Oh come on now."

You felt his hands come to rest on your hips, slowly dragging themselves over your ass and thighs. He was just eagerly watching your reaction in the mirror without a care in the world. "Hm? Ready to go?"

The minute you stepped into that place, you werr reminded why you didn't want to come in the first place. It's loud, filled with people you don't know and frankly don't want to know, and the smell of strong liquor, sweat and maybe other bodily fluids was in the air. Héctor haphazardly held your hand while dragging you through a crowd of people, trying to get to his friend. You felt watched, exposed and most definitely judged, even though most people were probably just doing their own thing. Or were staring at him and not at you.

"Hey, there you are!" You turned your head back to your date and the guy he was apparently invited in. Without so much as a "Hello" or "How are you?", he went in for a full hug to greet you. And when you tried shooting Héctor a look, he was already gone, off to somewhere else. Great. Now you were stuck with the host who doesn't know how to respect other's boundaries and his friends who are looking at you like they've never seen a woman before.

Twenty-or-so minutes later, you had randomly joined a mixed group of guys and girls who had dragged you in with the question "Oh my god, didn't you arrive with Héctor?" The drink in your hand was a badly mixed blend of what seemed to be cheap Vodka and Lemonade. Whoever made this must've been drunk out of their mind, but you started to get used to it the more you sipped to forget all that around you. You had gone completely non-verbal, another guy next to you was trying to flirt with you and one particular girl out of the bunch didn't seem to like this at all.

"And, you know, you're like the prettiest girl here, sooooo..." Matteo, the guy next to you, said waiting on a response from you. Apparently the appreciative nod you gave him was not enough, because he repeated himself again, trying to get just something out of you by placing his hand on your thigh. Quickly, you slapped it away with a serious expression this time: "Hey! None of that. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Matteo, a guy who had probably never gotten rejected in his life, was appalled. You couldn't care less, which he gathered by the way you rolled your eyes at him and continued to scan the area for Hèctor. "The fuck is your problem?" He sounded entitled when asking. "I'm just complimenting you. Don't you wanna have a good time? Jesus, women.."

You tried tuning him out by concentrating on the music rather his stupid voice, but it was hard ignoring this idiot who wouldn't stop speculating why you weren't interested. And then he blames it on women? You should've left the minute Héctor left you alone in this mess.

He was probably off somewhere with another girl, having the time of his life while you're stuck here with people who won't even talk to you. Except for Matteo, of course. Why be his stupid plus one of he was going to leave you anyway? What was the point of brining you here? In the end, you were stupid enough to even agree to this.

"Wait.. Are you his girlfriend?"

"Who's girlfriend?"

"Héctors! That's why you don't want me.. Man, sorry, I didn't know you guys were a thing now."

What and absolute idiot. But, the situation resolved itself. You just nodded and agreed, apologzing even for "not being available" or some bullshit. This, of course, made the others in the group listen up, too. Immediately, the girl next to you grabbed you by your shoulder and slightly shook you. "Holy shit! You're his girlfriend!"

Eventually, while you were getting knotted up in all the lies you tried to come up with to back this thing now, Matteo removed himself from the situation, making his rounds for a new drink and possibly a new girl to harass. This got interrupted, though, when he spotted your alleged boyfriend in the kitchen.

"Héctor."

"Matteo."

The latter got himself some water from the sink and drank it faster than he needed to.

"Dude, so sorry, I just tried hitting on your girlfriend. I wasn't trying to start anything so if she mentions that to you, just know I didn't mean it."

Héctor looked at him like he just said the stupidest thing in the world. He sniffled slightly and squinted his eyes, like that was going to help him understand this situation. "What do you mean my girlfriend?" Matteo seemed oblivious or simply too drunk to notice. "Huh? Yeah, the girl you left there."

"And.. she said she's my girlfriend? Only to you, or?" Héctor evidently got more and more irritated by this interaction and the information he had just attained. "No? She openly said you're her boyfriend. Aren't you? Like, bro, I really didn't mean to hit on her." No. You couldn't. Right? Why on earth would you? He thought you knew this was casual— What is your problem?

After a minute of angry silence, Héctor abandoned his drink by the other empty cups on the counter and made a beeline to you. "Awww, how cute! Can't believe you guys have been going steady now! I didn't even kno—" This... very challenging conversation with the girls in the group werr suddenly interrupted by Héctor grabbing your arm. Not in a forceful way, but definitely in a determined one. Yeah, determined to get you out of here. "Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt you," Héctor mumbled out, "but I need her for a moment."

The young footballer took the liberty to drag you all the way outside to his car, the cold wind of the night hitting you in the face pretty ungracefully. "Would you just tell me what's going on? Héctor?" And he wouldn't respond. He had wrapped his hand tightly around your wrist, shaking his head no everytime you asked him something. Eventually, when he reached for his car keys, you ripped your arm away from him: "What's wrong? What the fuck? That hurt, dude!"

"Get in." Héctor looked at you like you had just killed someone. "What?" You weren't going to lie, you were kind of scared of this now. "Get. In. I'm driving you home. This was a bad idea."

...

The whole car ride was quiet and cold. Not only would Héctor not talk to you, but he wouldn't even do anything to make this more bearable. Slowly, you realized that you had probably fucked it all up with this lie you came up with. To your defense: You needed it to get rid of Matteo and all the other guys trying to hit on you. But, Héctor didn't know that and you weren't ready to start this conversation just yet.

Without you realizing, he had pulled into your drive way and put the car in park. "Why are you telling others that you're my girlfriend?" Oh yeah. This was it, wasn't it? "Look, I had to okay? These guys wouldn't leave me alone and I just—"

"No. No! You.. you can't just go around and say stuff like that! Are you actually mental?" Héctor gradually raised his voice at you, which madr you shudder. Slowly, you turned your head in his direction, finding him already staring you down. His eyes were filled with an emotion you had never seen him with before. Especially not directed against you. "You have to be one crazy fucking woman to do that. I am not your boyfriend, okay? You should've just come to me.. god." You bit down on your cheek while he was clearly struggling to find words for this.

"Do you know what others will believe now? Huh? Do you know how fast this shit can spread? Huh? No! No you don't." Yes you did. You kept quiet as Héctor continued to yell at you about how this will effect rumors again, how this will make fan girls bring hell onto you and so on. You didn't care. The only thing you cared about was how he yelled at you. You heard you heart shatter into a million tiny pieces.

After a few minutes, you couldn't hold it in anymore: "Oh my god! Stop! Genuinely stop!" Héctor did stop, looking at you in an offended way. "Why can't you just be my boyfriend? Do you know how long you've been basically playing with me?" You yelling back at him with this sentiment only made him laugh. In frustration, sure, but he could already feel his blood boil at the choice of your words. "Nah, you can't be serious. Playing with you? I thought you knew what kind of thing this was!"

"Not until you said you loved me! Who does that to a person?" Your voice cracked when asking him that question. For months you've been dying to ask Héctor exactly this and now you know he wouldn't take you seriously. "You should've known this was casual! You know I go out with other girls, why can't you just leave things as they are! Now what will they think of me? As some kind of cheater?"

Tears started prickling down your face, quiet sobbing filling the dreaded silence. Héctor looked at you with a more remorseful expression, but still didn't do anything to comfort you. His head was reeling, as was yours.

You just unbuckled your seatbelt and bolted out of his car, slamming the door shut. You didn't look back, you didn't want to and you didn't need to. And Héctor just watched you go inside, back home again without stopping you, even though you really wanted him to.

You wanted him to realize what he did and come running to your front door to stop you, to hug you, to comfort you.

But those are all things you cannot expect from an immature teenager who doesn't even know when to correctly use the words "I love you".

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