#i just packed away some books and now i wanna read them but i can't til after I've moved out/in

[rxmqnova]

Thinking about yn and Wanda broke up, it wasn't messy or anything bad, It was the right person, wrong time.

Wanda is a writer, signing her first important contract and releasing her first book. People liked the book and she was getting famous, and before her first event, she was thinking if Yn is gonna be there or not, when they were together, Yn promised she will be there no matter what, and even if she had to quit her job, she will be there but now, she wasn't sure if her ex girlfriend will be there, they werent even text each other, they needed some space but they missed each other.

When the event started, Wanda was looking if she can see yn in there or not, but she couldn't see her, but she was there, wearing a blue cap, almost at the end Wanda was looking again and they made eye contact and Wanda was smiling at her.

So when everything finished, Yn went to where Wanda was and they were hugged and Yn told her about she Will never break a promise and that she is so proud of her. They missed each other and told the other the same thing, and they went to Wanda's house and talked about how much they want to be together again.

Author event

NO ONE'S POV "I promise I'll be there, Wands. Even if that meant quitting my job, I will be there" Thinking about her ex-girlfriends words, Wanda lets out a sad sigh.

Back then Wanda only just signed her first ever very important contract and released a book which people actually really liked and now Wanda's about to attend her first ever author event.

It's been a few months since Y/N and Wanda broke up, yet the writer still wonders if Y/N will fulfill her promise and come to the event.

To be honest… she really wishes Y/N will and she will have a chance to see her ex-girlfriend again.

They were a perfect match for each other, but unfortunately it was a wrong time for them. Y/N got an important job offer, something she's been waiting for ever since she started working for the company.

It required Y/N to move to another city though and Wanda didn't want her girlfriend to just drop the offer she'd been waiting her entire life for and let her go.

The event eventually starts and Wanda has some talk about the book first. Of course she can't help but look around every single moment she can to see if Y/N isn't here by any chance.

Then comes the book signing and quite a long line forms. That doesn't stop Wanda from looking around though, hoping Y/N would just magically appear.

And then the miracle happens and Wanda locks eyes with a girl in a blue cap, immediately recognizing the face.

Wanda smiles warmly, the nerves finally coming down when Y/N's actually here.

When the endless line comes to an end and everyone leaves, Wanda lets out a sigh when she realizes Y/N's not here anymore. The whole place is empty… or not?

"Could I get an autograph, miss Maximoff?" Y/N teases, placing Wanda's book on the table in front of the writer, immediately bringing smile to Wanda's face.

"Y/N, you came" Wanda pulls her ex-girlfriend in for a tight hug without wasting any more second which makes Y/N let out a chuckle actually.

"Yeah, I did. Hi" Y/N smiles as soon as they pull away, staring into the green eyes she's missed so much.

"Hi" Wanda nearly whispers, biting her lower lip as she's staring back into Y/N's eyes. "I'm glad you're here"

"Of course I am. I promised to come and I never break my promises. I'm really proud of you, Wands. I've read the book, it's really amazing" Y/N smiles warmly, Wanda's cheeks going red.

"Thank you" Wanda says, smiling back. "Hey, don't you wanna come to my apartment? We can have a glass of wine and catch up on everything?"

"Oh, sure. That sounds great" Y/N nods at Wanda's suggestion, watching as Wanda packs her things quickly.

Wanda doesn't live that far from where the event took place, so the walk is quite short.

And as soon as the girls arrive to Wanda's place, Y/N can't help but smile as it looks still the same as the last time she was here.

While Y/N sits down on the couch, Wanda goes to pour them the glasses of wine as she promised earlier. She's back soon, joining Y/N and handing her one of the glasses.

"Can I be honest with you, Y/N?" Wanda sighs, wanting to get it off her chest.

"Of course" Y/N nods, watching the other girl confused and wondering what she's about to say.

"… I really miss you, Y/N. And I know that your work is really important to you and that you've dreamt about that position for a long time. But the few months since we broke up have been the worst months of my life and I just miss you so much" Wanda sighs, squeezing her eyes shut and hoping Y/N won't just leave after what she just told her.

Y/N can't help but let out a small laugh. It's just incredible how perfect the two are for each other.

"What's so funny?" Wanda asks, tilting her head in confusion.

"I just… I came to tell you the same. I quit my job. I guess I just can't be without you. I missed you so much, Wands" Y/N admits, slowly taking Wanda's hand in hers and giving her knuckles a rub.

"You quit your job for me?" Wanda asks in shock, looking at the other girl with wide eyes.

"Yeah. I don't think it's possible for me to live without you, Wanda. And it wasn't as good as I thought it would be anyway" Y/N admits, letting out an akward chuckle.

Wanda smiles, placing hers and Y/N's glass on the coffee table before pulling Y/N in for a hug, closing her eyes and enjoying the warm embrace.

"I love you, Y/N" Wanda nearly whispers, still not believing this is happening.

"I love you too, Wanda" Y/N tells her back, meaning every single word and feeling exactly the same as Wanda. "Will you go on a date with me?"

"Of course I will!" Wanda chuckles, cupping Y/N's cheeks with her palms and rubbing her cheeks with her thumbs.

She knows one thing for sure now… no matter what has life prepared for them, she's not letting Y/N ever again.

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Wanda Maximoff masterlist

Masterlist

[after-witch]

I wanna know how you feel and think about alhaitham. How down bad are you for him? Do you amusedly roll your eyes when you read/hear him hes just a feeble scholar with a six packs you wanna paw and biceps that doesnt skip an arm day you wanna rest on??? Thanks!

Honestly, right now I think about Alhaitham only in the context of the dynamic @j0succ has crafted with him and Kaveh co-sharing a darling, which I've fallen head over heels with. Go read every post they've made on the topic because it really sticks to your gut.

But I think about Alhaitham mostly being overbearing and condescending and (in his reasoning) "academic" about it all.

All of your complaints are easily brushed off to him. You want to go home? You can't, your reputation is in disgrace and you could be arrested for fraud. (Nevermind that he's the one who arranged this.) You want to see your friends? Impossible, even if you weren't disgraced, they were the reason that you acted to irresponsibly in the first place, they're a bad influence on you. He's trying to better you, and it would undue all his progress.

You want to go outside? Ridiculous. Someone could see you. You could get hurt. You could try to run away. He'll rattle off all the ways you've been disobedient recently, and ask, does this sound like someone who can be trusted outside? Of course it doesn't.

(And if you are obedient and you do what he says, well, you wouldn't be asking to go outside at all, because he said you shouldn't go outside and you're supposed to view his word as law. So the mere act of asking shows that you aren't being good. It's a trap, really.)

His goal is to mold you into a better person--the person he wants you to be. Which is someone obedient and sweet and submissive, who looks at him with gratitude, who doesn't cry and whine and struggle when he tells you to undress or when he tells you to sit still and let him kiss you. Someone who profusely thanks him for letting you borrow paper and writing utensils, for buying you something that isn't Spartan and bare-bones. Someone who doesn't cry and ask him to let you go. Someone who trusts that he knows what's right, he's smarter, he's better suited to caring for you than you ever were for yourself.

But then, there's Kaveh--

Kaveh is always there to pick up the pieces of your broken life, wiping your tears, kissing your cheek, rubbing your back. You can sit right with him on the sofa and cry about how you miss your friends and family, you miss the feel of grass, you miss the fresh air, you miss your life.

And that's okay, he'll cluck and hush you and hold you, and in a few hours you'll have a vase of some gorgeous wildflowers sourced from a market that plucks them in Avidya forest, a new book that you mentioned earlier that Alhaitham refused to buy for you because you told him he's a creepy fuck the night before. He'll snuggle with you and read it to you, if you want? And you could use some alone time, but you feel more beholden to Kaveh than is healthy (he went out of his way to get these things, knowing that Alhaitham is going to be mad about it, how could you turn down his request?) so you let him curl up with you and rest your head against his chest.

And if Alhaitham walks in and visibly bristles at the way you snuggle into Kaveh's embrace, the way you don't try to squirm out of his arms, is it such a bad thing to enjoy it? You have so little to enjoy nowadays, after all.

[roadkillremi]

SEQUEL to - Please, Don't kill me, Mr.Ghostface

Randy Meeks x Fem!Reader

Masterlist Part 2 on Masterlist

Warnings : mentions Sex, language, mentions dying, mentions Killing, Reader has hallucinations (If I miss anything let me know)

I do NOT support killing

Summary : After the 1996 Woods borrow murders, will you move on? Attending college with some old friends and making new ones. Your past stalking you at times making everything difficult.

"Can you tell me what you were thinking when he was going to kill your friends?"

The clocked ticked loudly on the wall, you fidgeted picking your nails.

"Disgusted, trapped, with myself to be exact. If I didn't say anything I'd get hurt. If I did if get hurt. There's nothing I could do about it."

She nodded scrabbling on the notebook paper.

"And it's said you stabbed Billy Loomis 17 times. Is that correct?"

"I didn't count. I just... Did it. It was either that or die."

"I know."

"I don't wanna talk about Billy." You looked out the window not being able to face her.

"Let's talk about your visions then.".

You nodded still looking out the window with a soft gaze.

"I got a call from your Aunt. She said according to the teacher you started yelling in class. Cause you saw... Them.".

You nodded, "Yes."

"They're dead they can't hurt you."

"I know. But nightmares can't die."

She sighed, "You're suffering from PTSD, it's not strange to suffer after a traumatic event. Sydney, Randy, and Gale are doing fine. Sydneys getting through it maybe you can talk to her-"

"Sydney's rich and popular. She has the ability... To be loved easily."

"You don't know Sydney's life-"

"But I know mine!" You turned to her.

"Tell me about school."

"People look at me like I'm a zombie or something. I mean since someone died the exams aren't a big deal... People think I'm a killer... Ever since Gale... Did a short read of her upcoming book..."

"Self defense is not murder."

"Yes, I know! Still hurts. The only reason I got into college is because of being a victim. I don't even know what to major in."

"Don't you like movies? Major in directing."

"that's Randy's thing. I love movies, but I don't wanna make them."

"just come up with a list and think it through. How's your sleeping been?"

You looked down at your lap, "It's hard to sleep. I have bad dreams and wake up.".

"have you tried a-"

"Routine. Yes. Sometimes Randy spends the night."

She raised her eyebrow, "Not like that!".

"Mhm." She wrote something down.

"Do you think im a killer?" You looked at her deeply. She looked up at you and didn't speak for a moment.

"I think you're an angry child with a rough past seeking the love you didn't have."

"That wasn't my question."

"No, you're not a killer."

"You hesitated."

"This isn't about me. Its about you."

Silence filled the room back up again.

"I'm scared I'll kill again."

You folded your graphic tees into a box. Music played in the background as you packed up. The last week you've been packing for college. Surprisingly Sydney asked to be roommates, you said yes.

Your room was almost empty now, you sat on your bed.

"Finally running away from here?"

Billy appeared next to you, he leaned down to see your face.

"You're not real."

"I'm real to you."

You didn't look towards him, you closed your eyes trying to focus on breathing.

"You can't shut me out!" He yelled.

"Go away, Billy!" You yelled back. Your Aunt rushed in at the sound of you yelling.

"Everything alright?"

"Yeah, just a nightmare." You stood up.

"Okay. Well Randy called, he's on his way. So get ready to pack up his car." She gave a pathetic smile and walked away. You sighed putting shoes on before taking boxes near the front door. Randy pulled up walking in the house, ever since the killing he seemed to peak. He had more muscle and wore shirts that showed it, he even grew out a small beard. He wasn't the only thing that change in the summer though.

People around you took note about how you seemed more free than usual. You got to dress in clothes without Billy saying you looked whorish. Not only that but you randy had sex, a lot. In his car, in your room, even at his work. There was of course close calls but nothing to serious. He got better at sex the more you two did it. Sometimes it was passionate and loving, others were more rough and animalistic.

"God, I'm not gonna have room for all this!" Randy exclaimed mentioning the boxes. You rolled your eyes, "It's everything, clothes, bedding, school supplies, all of it.".

Randy grabbed a box letting out a small huff. You patted his back, "you got this.".

"You better help that boy!" Your Aunt yelled out.

"Yeah!" Randy mocked smiling. You grabbed a box following him to the car. The trunk had all of Randy's bags stuffed into there. He placed the boxes in the back seat. You huffed back and forth between the car and the house.

"That's all of them!" You yelled out to Randy. He slammed the car door shut, "Thank God!" He cried over dramatically.

Your Aunt hugged you tightly sniffling, "Call when you can. Stay safe.".

"I will, I love you." You hugged her back tightly.

Months later

You banged on Randy's door, "Randy Meeks! Get your ass up!". He got drunk with his roommate, Paul last night. He called you slurring his words telling you how much he loves you. He opened the door, "Sorry, I was getting dress!".

"You look like shit." You laughed. His hair a bit messy and bags under his eyes.

"You look amazing too, darling" he said in a British accent.

You walked to class with him holding his hand. Some girls snickered at you as you passed them. Randy glanced at them, "What's their problem?".

"Don't worry about it. You know how some women are, don't grow out of the popularity in high school." You sighed.

"Pfft, yeah tell me about it." He said leaning close to your ear. His hot breath tickling the side of your face.

A frisbee passed by in front of you two, "Couldn't have caught it?! Dick.." some guy said running after it.

"See?" Randy gestured. You rolled your eyes, "Come on Mr.Meeks we have a film class to get to!".

"You know how I get when you call me that." He joked. You jokingly gave him a look, "You'll just have to rub it out in the bathroom.". He smiled hugging you from behind picking you up a bit.

"Or I could fuck you when Paul's gone"

You laughed tapping his arm to let you go. "Poor Paul needs a break from us pounding like dogs in there." You said walking into the building. Randy caught up with you, "Well this dogs ready to pounce.". He sprayed mouth spray in his mouth winking at you.

[dira333]

Unwavering I - Ibiki x Reader

this is for @snuggleboots (taglist is open) this is what happens if you rant to me about your favorite character - I can't help but write about them.

Warnings: Reader is dealing with psychological aspects of her work and she's having trouble with alcoholism. Please do not read if this triggers you.

This is going to be a longer fic, I've already written four more parts and am currently working on the ending.

Masterlist

“Aunty!” Little Ino’s voice is so much like herself - hard to ignore. 

“Hey, Princess.” You drop low to grab her and throw her up in the air, catching her easily in your arms when she comes down giggling.

“You have a new Lipstick!” Ino points out, sticky fingers already on your mouth.

“Hmm. Do you like the color?”

“It’s pretty.”

“You think so? You wanna try too?”

“I can?” Ino asks, blue eyes wide in excitement.

“Why not?” You ask back just as her mother steps out of the shop. “But it will be our secret.” You whisper into your niece's ear and she giggles, clutching you a little tighter.

“What a bold choice.” Your sister-in-law points out when you enter the flower shop with Ino still secure in your arms. 

“You think so?” You smile at yourself in the big window and wipe some lipstick off that Ino had smeared before. “I think it could be a little brighter.”

“I won’t tell you what to wear for work, but is it really the right attire to work at the shop?” 

You press a kiss to Ino’s left cheek instead of answering, exaggerate the noise, and repeat it on the other side of her face. She giggles, unaware of the red blooming on her cheeks now. 

“I think it suits me just fine.” You tell your sister-in-law and turn back to the window, pointing Ino’s reflection out to her. “What do you think, Ino-chan?”

“It’s so pretty!”

-

“Stocking up?” Ibiki’s so close his chest bumps into your back as you wait in line. There are five bottles of wine, two bottles of Sake, and a six-pack of cheap bear in your baskets, crushing a bag of instant ramen under their weight.

“Oh, I’m having a party.” You lie effortlessly and turn to smile up at him.

That’s the most infuriating thing about Ibiki. No matter how bright your lipstick or low-cut your top is, his eyes never leave your eyes when he’s talking to you. You wonder if he’s learned to read them.

“Great.” His voice is so dry he could very well be reading a phone book out loud. “When is it? I’ll bring the snacks.”

“You’re not invited.” You turn back and start unloading your stuff, scrambling to pull your wallet out in time to pay.

“Put in on my tab.” Ibiki orders behind you. “If you’re free this evening, I need to discuss next week's interrogations with you.”

You sigh and pack your groceries back into your basket, silently enjoying how the Ramen noodles crunch under the weight of the wine bottles.

“Can it wait until after I had Dinner?” You ask when he puts his wallet away, his own basket a stark contrast to yours. It’s filled with fresh vegetables and a square package that’s either meat or fish. It’s so healthy, it could give you hives.

Instead of answering he puts one hand on your elbow. He doesn’t need to put any pressure into the touch to let you know to start walking. 

Only when you’re outside the store he starts talking again.

“I’ll cook,” he orders, his voice making it clear that he’s not going to take no for an answer, “Your dinner will just leave you unable to talk.”

Shame burns in your veins as you keep walking, unable to speak.

Your last physical had been a few weeks ago but not even Tsunade telling you to lower your Alcohol intake had made you feel this way. After all, who was she to talk?

.

Ibiki slips his shoes off before he steps inside his apartment and you follow his example awkwardly. Inside, the fattest cat you’ve ever seen trots up to your colleague and rubs itself on his leg, purring so loud you wonder if it’s really an animal and not something else.

“This is Neko.” Ibiki introduces you. “She is very friendly.”

Neko looks up at you as if she wants to disagree. There’s no purring for you, instead, she shows you her ass and walks away.

“Make yourself at home. I’ll start cooking.”

“Can I help?”

“Can you?” He asks back, slipping out of his coat. “Cook, I mean?”

Shame burns through you again. Every other time this topic came up it made you look rebellious and cool to women and a femme fatale to the guys. 

In front of Ibiki, you feel like even more of a failure.

“I’m not stupid.” You bark out and he nods.

“You can cut the vegetables.”

-

“This is Ibiki Morino.” Inochi gestures at the guy in front of you. “You’re going to work together from now on.”

“Why?” You ask, eyeing him curiously. You know Ibiki. You’d been one year behind him in the academy, but other than that you hadn’t interacted much. 

He’d always been just one of the guys, not as memorable as Kakashi nor as flirtatious as Genma. Not a pervert and not someone to lust after. Just… Ibiki.

You, on the other hand, should be well-known to him.

“He’s been made Jonin recently,” Inoichi explains and you straighten in interest.

“Can’t he talk for himself?” You ask because you hate that he’s made Jonin before you. Even if he’s one year older than you, you’ve been handled as the Families Genius for years.

“He can.” Ibiki’s voice is deep, even at sixteen. “I’m going to be assistant to the leader of the Intelligence Division.” 

You gape in shock, turning back to your brother. “I was going to be assistant!” 

You know you sound like a petulant child, but he’d promised you this position the moment he’d known he’d become Leader.

Inoichi has the decency to look ashamed. Ibiki looks like he could care less.

“Since your abilities are so similar, the Hokage thought it would be better to have someone else take the role of the assistant.” Ibiki points out dryly. “But I hope to work well with you as my assistant.” 

You move on instinct, but Inoichi is faster, grabs your hand before it can connect with Ibiki’s face. You’re not sure if you wanted to slap him or read his mind, but now you just look like a fool.

.

Ibiki is the right choice for the position, even if you don’t want to admit it out loud.

He works late when Inoichi can’t be bothered to, little Ino always a bit more important than work. His approach is so different from yours that it would be easy to push it aside but you can see that it works. It’s like two hands, entwined. It’s hard to tell where one starts and the other ends.

But he’s infuriating, impossible to crack.

More than once you’ve been called the most beautiful Kunoichi of your generation. You’ve learned to use your beauty in your work without anyone teaching you to the point that men spill their secrets at the sight of your lips or the flutter of your lashes. 

Not Ibiki.

When you have to leave Konoha for a mission and Genma and Ebisu are trying to subtly fight over who gets to share a tent with you, Ibiki tells them with a bored voice that they will share one tent, leaving you to take over the first watch.

Ibiki is a hard-ass, uncaring for anything that’s not his work.

That’s what you think until

-

You curse and grip your hand but there’s still blood dribbling down your arm.

“Let me see.” Ibiki is at your side in a heartbeat, pulling your hands apart to assess the damage.

“It won’t need stitches.” He exclaims. “But if you don’t want it to leave a scar you should use Chakra.”

“I know that.” You huff in indignation. “I’m trained in Medical Ninjutsu.”

“Then you’ll have no problem with helping yourself.” He points out and pulls you toward the sink only to step in the place you just vacated, inspecting your work. Even from this distance you can tell you haven’t done your best. You hate cutting onions. 

Ibiki doesn’t mention the uneven pieces and you turn back to the cut in your hand, calming yourself down enough to heal it up.

“Turn down the heat.” He points at the stove when you’re done. “And turn the fish.”

You stare at him in confusion. He takes a Spatula from a drawer and flips the filet in the pan without further comment. You feel like a little kid but not in a good way and you scramble to find something to hold on to.

“About next week’s interrogations.”

“I don’t think you should interrogate the Kiri-Nin.” His eyes are on a green vegetable you can’t name. He’s cutting it into thin stripes, his hand moving so swiftly it distracts you from his words for a moment.

You gape when you realize what he’s just said. 

“What? No! I was successful with his colleague when your method did not work. It’s my job!”

“Just because two Shinobi come from the same Village doesn’t mean they will both succumb to the same interrogation.” He points out.

You huff. “Let me try. If it won’t work, you’ll have free reign. But I’m sure it will work.”

“Oh? Did you have something planned?”

You straighten. “Of course. Most Kiri-Nin are used to harsher methods. It works well to establish a connection with them.”

He hums in thought. “How are you planning on doing that?”

You start to explain, quickly engaged in a conversation as he continues asking questions. It’s easy to forget that Ibiki is a hard-ass when he decides to act like a normal person.

“Please set the table.” He interrupts your explanation of a difficult Jutsu. “The plates are in this drawer.”

You straighten in surprise. You hadn’t noticed the time passing.

“Do you want some wine?” You ask when you set down the plates, your basket at the door attracting your attention like it’s True North and you’re an innocent compass drawn toward it.

“No alcohol in this house,” Ibiki announces from the kitchen.

“It’s just a little wine.” You huff.

“Nothing’s just a little wine with you.” His voice is calm but his words cut into you like knives made from ice. You freeze.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask, your voice dangerously low.

“You know what I mean.”

“No, Morino. I don’t.”

He turns, dares to lean his back against the stove behind him.

“I got the report from your last physical.” He announces. “Inoichi doesn’t know yet, but-”

“What?” You hiss. “Were you planning on telling him? Hm? To get me kicked off the squad?”

“You’re going to get yourself kicked off if you keep drinking like that.”

“I don’t have a fucking problem!” You yell. Something crashes loudly and you realize belatedly that you threw a plate at his head, the porcelain shattering on contact but hitting only the kitchen cupboards.

Ibiki doesn’t speak. Somewhere behind you, you can hear Neko mewling loudly, clearly indignant about the noise in her home. You can barely breathe, the room suddenly too small for you. You move toward the door without another word, grab your basket on the way out, and leave your shoes in your haste to get away.

You don’t have a problem.

-

Your team lead is dead, Ibiki has been captured and Ebisu keeps bleeding from a nasty cut on his arm. He’s the least helpful in this situation, mumbling non-stop as he goes through all the books he’s read, trying to find a strategy that might work.

The worst thing about this? It’s your fault. 

Well, that’s not entirely correct. You didn’t kill your team lead and you were not the one who barely missed Ebisu’s heart and instead cut into his arm.

But you’d been one heartbeat too slow, stumbling to catch up in a fight that would have been difficult to win even in top condition. 

You remember fighting with Ibiki on your way here, calling him a stuck-up bitch to his face when he refused to listen to your plan on implementing a new Jutsu. 

You remember him moving you out of the way, scarred hands warm on your skin as he pushed you to the side just moments before he was pulled from your sight. 

If you’d been faster, better, less intent on fighting him instead of your actual opponent, he’d still be here.

Right now you’d take being captured over sitting here with Ebisu.

There’s nothing quite like figuring out you’re not as talented as everyone thinks you are. Nothing like realizing your own failings just in time to see someone looking up to you, believing that you’ll be exactly what they need.

Ebisu is looking at you like that. “You’re the team lead now.” He says and your stomach churns so violently you have to excuse yourself.

You wish for the warmth that settles in your stomach after the first sip of Sake or the fuzzy feeling of safety that comes after a glass of wine. Everything but what you have now.

.

You promise yourself a six-pack of beer if you manage to find out where they’re keeping Ibiki. Your body won’t mind the extra calories if Ebisu keeps eating your rations as well as his.

When that is done, you promise yourself that new dress you’d been eyeing. It’s a deep shade of brown that makes you look like a delicate flower and reminds you a little bit of Ibiki’s eyes when he’s laughing - not that you’d ever tell him that. It’s crazy expensive but you’ll look amazing in it. It might even get Ibiki to show a reaction if only to sigh and tell you not to waste your money on things like this.

All you have to do to earn this dress? Break Ibiki out.

When you find him, his head is a bloody mess but he’s glaring up at you as you untie him.

“Took you long enough.” He jokes but winces when you move him.

“Can you walk?” You ask and put a hand on his neck to stabilize him.

“Sure.” He says but doesn’t budge.

“I don’t know much Medical Ninjutsu.” You explain as you position yourself, pulling his head gently into your lap. A lock of silver hair clings to your fingers when you pull them away and you stare at it. Whatever it is that makes you slip the lock of hair into your pocket, it shall stay hidden.

“Ah, don’t worry if it leaves a scar.” He jokes. “It will fit my face.”

He must notice how your breathing picks up as you struggle to keep your Chakra flowing. You’ve never minded the sight or smell of blood until now. There’s just so much of it and all of it is Ibiki’s.

“How’s Ebisu?”

“He’s fine.” 

“And you?”

“Just a little hungry.” You lie, fighting against the urge to throw up.

“Ebisu ate your rations?”

You sigh. 

“Why did you push me out of the way?”

“My work doesn’t care if I get a new scar or two. Your work does.”

You laugh shakily.

“You’re just saying that. In reality, you thought I’d not make it through their interrogation.”

You don’t sound angry, don’t feel it even though you think you should. He’d not be wrong in thinking it either.

“You would have made it through the interrogation without a problem,” Ibiki states calmly. “But they might have thought you don’t know enough and killed you.”

Your hands still on his skin. You barely managed to stop the bleeding.

“Ibiki-” You start, unsure what you want to say when Ebisu bursts through the door.

“Guys, we have to go! Oh, am I interrupting something?”

“Yeah, me trying to heal him.” You snap back. “Help me here. He can’t walk on his own.”

.

It’s a miracle that Ibiki makes it back to Konoha alive. That he survives the multiple head wounds. He doesn’t seem ashamed of his scars but you are. It’s another sign of your failings.

You never buy that brown dress but on weekends when you’re not on babysitting duty, you sit with a new six-pack of beer or a bottle or two of wine and fight the fear of being left behind.

[hammity-hammer]

Here Without You.

oof okay so i wrote this the day i had to put my cat down- and i ended up torturing my dearest stevie with the saddest headcannons i could think of :) 

I decided I’m gonna split it up into two parts that way… the really depressing part doesn’t have to like hurt your heart if you just wanna pretend that it ends vaguely happy<3

tw: eddie stays dead :(, grief, steve isolating himself

this is a little over 2k words and is pretty pg!

---

“Stevie, what if the kids hear?” Eddie laughed, tossing his head back as Steve sprinkled kisses all over his neck. He grunted, tightening his grip on Eddie’s hips.

“It’s okay, they’re on the other side of the house,” Steve whispered against his neck before sucking a mark into his soft skin. He nibbled lightly, rubbing a soothing circle on Eddie’s hip with his thumb when he gasped.

Eddie tugged the hand he had in Steve’s hair up, bringing their lips together again. Steve gasped into the kiss, running one of his hands up and under Eddie’s shirt to grasp at the skin he found there.

“I think I could be in love with you, Steve Harrington,” Eddie whispered against his lips, eliciting a grin from the other man.

“I think I could be in love with you too, Eddie Munson,” Steve sighed and kissed his cheek, moving to his forehead, his nose, his other cheek, his chin.

He kissed every part of Eddie’s face that he could reach, bringing the hand still on Eddie’s hip up to cup his cheek.

“When this is all over, we’ll move so, so far away from here, I promise. We can pack you and Wayne and Robs up and we’ll just drive, we can do anything, Eds,” Steve rested their foreheads together and closed his eyes, “I can’t imagine living without you now that I know you.”

Eddie closed his eyes to keep them from watering, “You won’t have to, don’t talk like that.”

---

Vecna's dead. He's been dead for 3 years, and everyone seems to have moved on. Max recovered, albeit slowly, and can't see very well but she has her friends who help her. Dustin's foot healed okay, but his heart won't ever be the same, not after having one of two men that he looked up to die in his arms. He'd sobbed for what felt like an eternity, waiting for Steve and the others to find them and help him save Eddie, but it was too late.

They held the funeral service for him, with a closed casket, and Dustin could barely get out of bed to go. Everyone had been devastated, of course, but it seemed Dustin and Steve carried the worst of it. Steve barely spoke to anyone for weeks after the funeral, only keeping in constant communication with Robin, but only because she wouldn't let him not talk to her.

She'd been worried, and although she and the others were faring okay, and had recovered from their injuries and were still mourning their friend, she couldn't figure out how to help Steve through it. She'd suggested all kinds of things to take his mind off of it, things she'd read in some psychology text books she'd checked out at the library, but nothing seemed to work. Steve stayed so, so sad, and would barely leave his room, even when Robin was there. He'd make excuses, saying he was sick, or that his parents were coming into town so he had to make sure he was presentable, but they hadn't been back since Hawkins split open.

"Steve... I know that you're going through it right now, but I need my best friend back. I need you to be okay," Robin had said once through his door. It was the first month after Eddie, and she'd barely seen him. He hadn't left the house, but luckily he'd given her a spare key in case she needed to use it.

She got no response.

Robin knocked softly on the door, trying to get him to say something, "Hey Steve-O, I'd really appreciate it if you said literally anything!"

He grunted from the other side, and she could hear him sniffling. She sighed, dropping her hands to her side as she sat down in front of the door.

"Okay, that works. I miss you, dude. I really, really miss you," she admitted quietly, assuming he couldn't actually hear her.

---

Their days mostly repeated that way, him shutting himself inside, her bringing him random supplies and telling him about her day. It wasn't perfect, and some days he'd let her in to cuddle and cry, but it worked for the most part. Robin wanted to support him in any way she could, and he just wanted to wallow and reminisce about his short time with the love of his life.

It took time, but eventually he healed enough to be a person again. He got a new job, with Robin of course, at the local grocery store. He'd spend his days in the back, moving pallets from the trucks into the bay, and keeping inventory. They spent months like this, Robin working at the register and spending her breaks with him in the back, while he said nothing and worked.

---

One day, he steps outside in the back area to smoke a cigarette, a bad habit that started up again post-Eddie, when he hears a noise come from one of the dumpsters. He tries not to panic, knowing that the upside down has been gone for three long years, but he can't let his guard down. Grabbing a loose board from a broken pallet, he makes his way to the dumpster.

Steve takes the board and lifts one of the lids on the dumpster, flipping it back quickly and taking a step back. After a moment, when nothing seems to jump out at him, he peers over the lid and makes eye contact with a snow white cat laying on a trash bag. His eyes widen and he puts down the board he was holding, moving to put a hand near the cat.

It sniffs at him and begins rubbing the side of its face on his hand. He laughs in surprise and pets it lightly, surprised by the softness of its fur.

"Hey there sweetie... What are you doing in here? It's dangerous to lay in dumpsters," he whispers as he continues petting it, surprised when it starts purring softly under his hand. He pets it for a bit, trying to think of a way to get the cat out of the dumpster without having to crawl in, or leave it there by itself.

He eventually decides that trying to just scoop it up into his arms is his best bet, so he moves his arm not occupied with petting to the other side of the cat. It opens its eyes a bit, checking to see what's moved, but decides that his other arm isn't a threat. The cat looks big, and feels even bigger when he manages to lift it from its spot. It lets out the weirdest meow he's probably ever heard, sounding vaguely like it's got some sort of frog stuck in its throat.

"Sh, sh, sh... it's okay, I've got you buddy, you don't have to cry," he murmurs as he cradles it, scratching the top of its head. It wiggles a bit, as if to leap out of his arms, but he keeps his grip on it until it calms enough for him to start walking back into the store.

Steve presses a kiss onto its head before carefully opening the door and trying to search for his manager. He spots one and speed walks over, making sure not to squish his dumpster cat in the process.

“Jake! Hey, I have to go home now! Sorry!” Steve exclaims and points to the cat in his arms as his manager, Jake, stares at him with a blank face.

“Where did you get that thing? You can’t leave work early because of it,��� Jakes starts, rolling his eyes when Steve’s bottom lip starts to puff out.

“I found him in the trash... I couldn’t just leave him there! And, I’m not asking you to leave, I’m telling you that I’m leaving. I’m also taking tomorrow off, too,” Steve responds, cocking an eyebrow at the man before him.

Jake scoffs and waves a hand at him, “Whatever, Harrington, it’s your paycheck, I guess.”

Steve nods and goes to grab his bag before heading out.

---

“What if we named it... McBrain?” Eddie suggested with a giggle. Steve rolled his eyes, slapping a palm to his forehead.

“McBrain? What the fuck kind of name is that? For a cat?” He laughed while Eddie shrugged at him.

“Well.. He’s the drummer for Iron Maiden! It’s a cool name! Just picture it, Stevie, little McBrain waking us up at 3am, trying to get us to give him pets... getting to take him to the vet and telling them that he’s our son, McBrain Munson, ‘Brainie’ for short, it’d be amazing!” Eddie laughed, throwing an arm around Steve’s shoulder while the other dramatically flew in front of both of them as he spoke.

“I dunno... we won’t even be able to get one for a few months, we have to make sure that wherever we live is okay with pets... I think that whatever ridiculous name you want to curse our poor guy with is perfect.” Steve conceded, pecking Eddie on the cheek.

They’d been trying to pass the time as they walked in the Upside Down, and landed on future pets and what they’d be. Luckily, Eddie was a big fan of cats, and had always wanted one but couldn’t have one because of Wayne’s severe allergies.

Eddie grinned at Steve, pecking his cheek back and taking his arm away so he could properly balance as they walked.

---

Steve sighs as he closes the front door, finally home and away from anyone that would question why he just took the cat, instead of taking it to a shelter.

He lugs the carrier upstairs, making sure to run and grab all of the supplies once the cat is safely in his room.

“All right, bud, time for you to get acquainted with your new home,” He whispers as he opens the carrier door. He begins to set up the litter box in his ensuite, putting the water bowl and food bowl by his dresser. He hums softly while the cat cautiously walks around, sniffing at everything.

It lets out a loud meow, startling Steve. He whips his head to look at it, and it’s just sitting there, staring. Its eyes are a bright green, and they look as empty as they are big while they meow once again at him.

“Okay... are you hungry? I’ll give you this? Will this make you happy, Dumpster Cat?” He asks while pouring a bit of dry food in the bowl. He pops a can of wet foot and starts pouring it in as well while the cat tries to knock the can out of his hand.

“Hey man! You can’t just do that while I’m trying to feed you! Calm down!” Steve startles and finishes emptying the can. The cat begins eating, making a giant mess as he does.

Steve sighs and laughs, taking the can and rinsing it. He looks at himself in the mirror, barely recognizing the man looking back at him.

The years have been kind to him, at least. His hair is longer, and his face has more stubble than it used to, but there doesn't seem to be any joy in his eyes anymore. He just looks tired, which is pretty on point, considering his dreams are still flooded with flashes of his lost love.

He shakes his head and heads back out into his room, a small smile spreading on his face as he watches the cat finish eating.

“You sure were a hungry little guy, huh...” He comments and sits on his bed, removing his shoes and work jacket. He hadn’t even realized he’d forgotten to take them off, and removing his shoes feels heavenly. The cat walks over to them and sniffs them before gagging, and Steve gasps dramatically.

The cat stretches its legs out and decides to hop on his bed, right next to him. It begins to purr loudly, and he puts a hand gently on its back to pet it.

“You know... you remind me of someone that I really, really love, big guy. You would’ve loved him too.” He whispers to the cat. It stares up at him with its big eyes before opening its maw to yawn.

Steve laughs and decides to lay back on his bed, eyes feeling heavy all of a sudden. The cat moves with him, crawling to lay right next to his head.

Sleep comes easy for once, dreamless and comforting.

---

!! Here it is :) I’ll have the sad sad sad part out later this week hopefully! lemme know what you think <3

[alostlittleriverlotus]

Wait, that was a stupid question. We already are. Then, my actual ask is, what's your favorite pass time? Like what do you do when ur not on Tumblr??

Let me think. Mostly play video games honestly. DS, 2DS XL, Switch and after I move I'll have my Wii U and GameCube to play games on.

I will sometimes draw and paint, most general art. I do write fanfiction and write stories I hope to be published one day. These are all pretty rare since ADHD and fatigue kick my butt most days.

I watch mostly YouTube as of right now. Typically the gaming side of things with like Markiplier, Call Me Kevin, RTGame, Alpharad, stuff like that, but I watch a variety of content.

I'm on my phone a lot. I mostly just check fandoms for my special interests like the Splatoon subreddit or scrolling on here. Or just checking news.

I'm in the process of moving rn so I've been busy organizing some stuff and putting stuff away.

The only show I really watch right now is Bluey just cause I'm a traumatized individual lol, but I'll get with my friend MA on call and we'll watch videos or shows together. Like, we're trying to watch the rest of The Owl House, but with her busy schedule and not getting home till like 9 pm my time, yeah, we don't really got time to do that.

It really does just boil down to mostly video games and watching something and focusing on taking care of my body since disabilities and unable to get help for em thanks to financial stuff and relying on my parents. So I pretty much just spend time in my room, chatting with my friend MA and my girlfriend, watching stuff which is whatever I feel like, playing video games, and working on the boxing stuff up part of moving when I can. I also love reading, but I have a lot of books I bought for my trauma so they can emotionally exhaust me 😅

My favorite past time is def video games and watching stuff that seems so cool to me. For instance, watching speed runs or Mario Kaizo stuff. Since my hands don't respond well, I could not do a lot of it though I do want to get into speed running one day, so I love watching these people do things I cannot do. I love commentary side of YouTube. I love video essays on stuff I would normally not care about or stuff I haven't thought about in a long time, especially when it comes to lore of pieces of media that I will never care about. I have a wide variety of games and game systems to play, I'll also often play with my friend MA when we get the chance. So those are definitely my favorites. Just doing stuff that lets me relax, turn off my brain, or watch something that will make me almost die of laughter. I've played video games since as long as I can remember, starting with like educational kids games on the computer before I could even read. So they've always been a big comfort for me and a big part of my life and I love to challenge myself now with them and explore a variety of different games.

One thing I wanna get back into is Legos at some point. I miss building with Legos and so probably for a holiday or something or if I can save up for it, I'll just buy myself a nice Lego set to build.

I rambled a lot cause my thoughts are very disjointed, but I hope that gave ya an idea of what I do. I mostly play on my switch these days since it's the easiest for my to access. With my set up in my room, it's difficult to play the Wii and GameCube without back problems or the Wii remote struggling with the sensor bar + I'm moving so I'm getting them packed away. And then for my DS's, it's just I don't keep em charged honestly 😅 though I am actually playing Leaf Green on my DS right now so yay, I finally charged one lol. But yeah, that's pretty much all I do :p with video games and YouTube being the most prominent. I also mostly talk to MA and my gf a lot of the time. They're both long distance so texting is our main way to communicate since we can't just like hang out. But yeah, that's pretty much it. I'm gonna stop now lol. It's basically just whatever I hyperfixate on most of the time.

Edit: Pffft, just remembered. I roleplay with MA a lot. Mostly just comfort roleplays for both of us. I used to roleplay a lot and even had an Envy (fullmetal alchemist brotherhood) roleplay account, but gave it up cause of how fandoms can be and just some personal reasons and anxiety around interacting with people. I do that about just as much, when MA is free of course.

[holyalto]

♡ A Sims Tag! ♡

This is from ALMOST a year ago. I seen it in my drafts so it's getting posted NOW because I'm finally playing the sims again lol.

Show us a rendition of yourself in your own art! Can be anything! Sims render? Random stick figure? Picrew? Go nuts! (Just be sure to tag the artist if you use someone else’s picrew!!!!) Tag the blogs you want to know, and don’t be a dick that’s it! Also, feel free to answer as vague or in-depth as you want. And if you don’t want to answer a question for any reason just don’t vibe with it! Skip it if you wanna!

(original tag by morgynemberisagenderfluiddaddy and the original post is here. i was tagged by cosmiksims, thank you!!)

1.) Do you prefer to be referred by your name or blog name?

either one is fine with me! i go by my nickname on here anyway. my full name is mercedes. :)

2.) Where are you from?

ohio. i have never tasted anything except corn and chocolate covered blobs of peanut butter in my life. someone please help me.

3.) Do you have pets? 👀

yes! my fiance and i have quite a few. we have a cat named tiramisu, a guinea pig named cookie, a bearded dragon named borris, a leopard gecko named anubi and a florida king snake that i call roach because i can't pronounce his real name <3 (and i don't like him rip)

4.) Tell us about your “dream.”

i just want to be a good mother, partner, friend, family member, stranger. that's it. i know it's very simplistic but that's my dream. i want to be a good person.

5.) Aside from art, what are your hobbies?

my 'art' is playing the sims apparently hahahaha. uhm, i like other video games as well. more simulation management style. things like software inc, jurassic world evolution, project highrise, tropico, ANIMAL CROSSING EEEEE, etc.

6.) Does anyone irl know about your blog?

my fiance! he called my bee legacy 'fan fiction' and i nearly died.

7.) Do you know anyone from your blog irl?

nope.

8.) What are some fun facts about you?

i own every animal crossing main game. i still play pokemon go everyday. i have a six month old son who is VERY cute. and i'm turning 22 next month.

9.) What’s your day job?

i'm a stay at home mom :)

10.) What’s your aesthetic?

uh!! next question because i'm just... slob trait lmao

11.) What kind of artist are you?

i actually went to graphic design school. college sucks hard when you're mentally ill tho lol

12.) How did you get into your form of art?

art - wattpad. i was 12 and started making book covers for people haha. i got really into photo manipulation after that and took that as my focus in vocational school and then went and did about two semesters of it in college. sims - i was 11 and wanted the paranormal pack. my mom went out and bought it for me because i begged for it for days. i played with it daily and eventually collected all of the sims 3 packs except for the last one. it took me a long time to switch to sims 4 after release because i was stubborn. i bought it like four months late, opened it twice, hated that i didn't understand the controls, and refused to play it again until a few months later.

13.) What do you watch/listen/read/anything else while you create?

youtube mostly, in the background. a lot of flabaliki/simssupply and buzzfeed unsolved because i love them and their dumb faces so much.

14.) What meme would you use to describe yourself?

probably the 'not a thought behind those eyes' tiktok audio

15.) If you were on the run, what would you change your name to?

why would i just give away information i may need in the future

16.) Have you ever or do you want to change blog names?

yes! i want to but i have some cc that uses that name. so i'll stick with it.

17.) God forbid Tumblr decides to pull a MySpace and lets us have page songs, what song would you choose?

i would simply delete my blog.

and now, the tags. only if you’re comfortable though! ♡ just tagging the people i see most in my notifications. don't feel pressured <3 @almost-spring @coatedinhoney @whyhellosims + absolutely anyone else. just say i tagged you.

[therecordchanger62279]

An excerpt from my unpublished novel:

No sooner had I closed the door to my apartment, and laid my keys on the table, I heard a familiar knock on the door - two quick knocks, followed by a pause, and then another knock for good measure. I opened the door, and greeted my neighbor from across the hall.

"Hi, Anita. If you're up this early, you must have a client on the way."

"The bastard just cancelled. Or rather his wife did."

"His wife called you?"

"Yeah. The moron put me in his appointment book with the number next to my name. She found it, and called just now."

"What did you say?"

"Well, she started yelling right away, and cussin' me out, and wanted to know who I was, and how long I'd been having an affair with her husband? I told her to relax. I said it was nothing like that. He was a client, and that was all."

"Dodged a bullet, huh?"

"Nope. She wouldn't let it go so I finally told her what services I performed for her husband, and told her maybe if she'd try it sometime he wouldn't have to come to me."

"You didn't!"

"I sure as hell did. I don't need the aggravation. Besides, I'm out the money, and now I've got a whole morning to kill."

"Well, you wanna come in for some juice or something?"

"No. I want some coffee, and since you don't drink it you can come over to my place."

"Anita, I can't -

"I'm not asking you over for that - although the offer is good any time. I came over to tell you FedEx dropped a box in the hallway at my door. But it's for you. I dragged it inside. But it's heavy, and I ain't draggin' it to your place. You can come get it. If I'm gonna throw my back out, I'd like to be getting paid when it happens."

"Do you know where it's from?"

"I think maybe your publisher. Is it your new book? Did you get it finished?"

"It's been finished, but they turned it down, so it's not that."

I grabbed some scissors from the kitchen drawer, and we went across the hall. I cut the box open, and staring up at me were copies of my last book, with a note, and an invoice on top.

"What is it?" Anita asked.

Reading the invoice, I replied, "Remaindered copies of my last book."

"What's that?"

"They're the remaining, unsold copies of my book after they've shipped all the rest to book shops. It means the book is out of print, and they're severing ties with me, and settling my contract. I expected it after they turned down the new one."

"Sorry to hear that. But at least you've still got your job, and you can always write another book, right?"

"I got laid off yesterday. The paper is downsizing. In fact as soon as I shower and change, I'm headed to the office to get my things."

"Oh, man, that sucks. I'm really sorry. What are you gonna do?"

"I'm gonna pack up and move to a warmer, cheaper, place."

"You can't! You're the only other person on this floor besides that weirdo in 3D. I'll be all alone"

"Honey, with a face like yours, you'll never be alone."

"And who's gonna sweet talk me like that if you leave?"

"Don't your clients do that?"

"Nah. They figure if they have to pay, I should be sweet talking them."

"That's just not right."

"Tell me about it."

[sparklingchim]

long way home 13 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 1.4k

genre: dilf!jungkook, friends to lovers

rating: pg

warnings: liddol nabi is incredibly missed by oc :(, cute i love u's in the end

summary: the one where you miss nabi.

a/n: hi hello after writing this i wanna buy adorable little baby onesies too

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08| 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 |

masterlist | long way home masterlist

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You couldn't stop yourself.

No one would be able to stop themselves.

You're in the baby section of a clothing store and your arm is packed with soft coloured teeny tiny pieces of clothing that you picked out just for Nabi.

You had gotten off from work and were just looking at the stores that you were passing on your way home when you saw that there was a huge discount on all articles in H&M.

You got yourself some basics and looked through some underwear when you noticed the baby section from the corner of your eye.

From the moment you entered the section and saw all of the tiny clothes from up close you knew it was over. You would not leave this store without having your hands full of bags that are filled with cute little clothes for Nabi.

You had to contain your squeaks when you saw a dusky pink coloured hat that has little bear ears on top. It looks just like the one that Jungkook had recently gotten for Nabi - just in a way cuter colour.

You couldn't wait to put it on Nabi - just picturing her with this pink fluffy hat on, her big innocent eyes watching you through her long lashes and her cheeks all chubby and screaming to get pinched, makes you want to rush to Jungkook's apartment and put the hat on Nabi.

Approximately ten minutes later your left arm feels numb from all the clothes your piling up on it.

Once you are out of the store you're heading home with 4 bags. One contains clothes that you bought for yourself and the other ones, well...they're mainly stuffed with fuzzy onesies...and all of them might have little ears that'll make Nabi look like a little bear. You just couldn't help yourself when you saw the big selection of clothing with bear ears attached to them. Perhaps you also bought her some small plushie too, which...Jungkook will not be glad to hear about because Nabi's nursery is already filled to the brim with plushies.

You blame your little shopping frenzy on the fact that you haven't seen Nabi for about four days. You're happy that Jungkook seems to go to work more regularly now and that the babysitter that Nabi once hated so much is much more welcome now, but you can't help missing her. And Jungkook as well, because he hasn't been showing up either. The past few days you've been waiting for him to visit the coffee shop in the morning, but he never did.

You struggle to fish your phone from your purse but once you finally do you call Jungkook.

You hold all four bags in one hand in order to be able to hold your phone against your ear. You're lucky to only live a few blocks away.

Jungkook answers the call within a few seconds.

"Hey," he greets, baritone voice making your tummy feel all kinds of butterflies flying around.

"I have good news - well, honestly speaking, I think they're bad news for you. But good news for me."

"Have you been buying books with my credit card again?"

"I-" For a brief second you close your eyes, not believing his audacity. "I don't have your card anymore, remember? I returned it weeks ago, dummy."

"Well, then it can't be bad news if I haven't lost any money because of it."

"Stop acting like you didn't give me your consent to buy books with your money!" A sulky pout settles on your lips.

"Eight, y/n. You bought eight books," he reminds you.

You click your tongue. "I couldn't decide. I wanted to read all of them."

"Last time I checked you had only read three of them."

"Buying books and reading books are two complete different hobbies, okay?" you defend yourself. "You wanna know what the news are?"

"I'm all ears."

"I might have bought Nabi a few things. As in, a few clothes. And some plushies."

"A few?" he inquires sceptically.

"Like...three bags."

Jungkook is silent for what feels like an eternity. Now that you are no longer focused on his voice, you are aware of the sounds of passing cars and people that you had blocked out earlier.

"Three bags?" You can clearly picture him pinching the bridge of his nose right now.

"Everything looked so adorable and cute. I couldn't resist, Koo"

"You know exactly how many clothes she already owns, y/n."

"But...they aren't as cute as the things I just bought. I swear, you're gonna freak out when I'm gonna show these onesies to you."

"What am I supposed to do with all this clothing once Nabi grows out of it?" Jungkook grumps.

"Keep them for your next baby."

"That won't happen for at least another 10 years, I hope," he mutters.

"You want Nabi to grow up all alone?"

"I can get her a dog or something."

You shrug. "Sounds fair." The wind blows hair in your face. You jut your lower lip out, puffing upwards to get rid of it. "So, when will I see my baby again?"

"You just recently looked after Nabi," Jungkook points out.

"But, that was like, last week. I miss her. Don't you have to go to work? I can watch her while you're gone," you offer.

"You do know that I have someone to look after her, right? And if I remember correctly, you were the one telling me to finally get someone to help me with Nabi."

"That doesn't mean that I don't want to see her anymore. I still love her, Koo." After a moment of silence you inquire, "Is Nabi okay with the babysitter now? Or does she still not like her?"

"Well..." Jungkook clears his throat before he continues, "Nabi is still not really fond of her, but...she's slowly getting used to her."

"Sounds good. Do you think I could come over today? I'm dying to see how these clothes are gonna look on her."

"I don't think today's a good idea," Jungkook replies, voice thick.

"Well, then tell me when you'll have time." You stop at a red light. "Where have you been in the mornings the last few days? Even the grannies that always drink their morning coffee at our place have started to miss you. They always look around the counter area where you'd usually be."

"Don't be dramatic, please," he sighs.

"I swear! I'm not making this up."

"I've just been busy. That's all."

"I hate having to eat my cookie alone," you sulk.

"I started giving morning classes again. That's why I haven't showed up," Jungkook explains.

"Really? But you hate morning classes."

"I do, but I think I'll give it a try for a few weeks."

"So I shouldn't expect to see you in the mornings anymore?" you ask, shoulders slumping at the mere thought of not seeing him in the morning anymore.

"I mean, I could try and stop by tomorrow morning if you'd like that?"

Though you'd love to see him, the fact that Jungkook only wants to visit the coffee shop because you want him to and not because he wants to, makes you shake your head to the question.

"No need to, it's fine." Squaring your shoulders, you walk across the street with long strides after the lights turned green. "You know that you can just tell me if you don't want to hang out with me?"

"Y/n," he sighs. "You know that's not the truth."

"You really make it seem that way, though," you admit.

"It's just- Nabi's slowly getting used to her and I want to use that time to work more," he clarifies.

"I understand, Jungkook. I think it's good that you're being consistent with the babysitter watching over her. I just really miss Nabi, that's all." You exhale, kinda regretting having made that accusation.

"She probably misses you just as much," Jungkook says and you hear the smile on his face as he talks.

"Are you going to work later?"

"I am actually at work right now," he says.

"Oh! I didn't-"

"It's fine, I'm on my break now. But it actually ended three minutes ago, so I gotta hang up now. Get home safely, yeah?"

"Have fun at work," you say and in the next second you're exclaiming, "Jungkook! Wait."

"Hm?" Your heart flutters at that innocent sound.

"When should I drop Nabi's new clothes off?"

"I'll text you," he replies.

"Oh, and, be so nice and send me a pic of Nabi later? Pretty please? I really miss her."

Jungkook chuckles, which elicits a smile on your lips in return.

"Sure, whatever you want."

"Thanks, love you."

"Love you too, baby.

[flower-slut004]

can you do a continuation of "I could never hurt you" the Isaac Lahey one but too bad for Isaac, she got with stiles

its alright if you don't wanna

You Hurt Me First

Part One

Isaac clenched his jaw as he watched Stiles lean over and read from Yn's side as she laughed at the book in her hands.

Stiles smiled at the sound of her laughter and looked at her with the biggest smile as she explained the plotline. Isaac snarled as he watched Stiles press a soft kiss on her cheek.

"Woah... what did your smoothie do to you?" Scott asked as he sat down with Allison. Isaac shot him a look and looked down to see his smoothie cup had been crushed by his hand.

Groaning, he shook smoothie off his hand and grabbed the tissues Allison silently offered. "Thanks.." he mumbles as he continues to watch the two.

Allison clears her throat as she moves her head to catch his attention. "Are we still up for our date tonight?" she reached for his hand. Isaac flinches then relaxes "Uh.. tonight?" he stares hard ahead at Stiles and Yn.

Allison huffs "Yes tonight..." she turns around and feels her heart crack at the sight of Isaac's anger. Pretending to receive a phone call she excuses herself.

"What the hell man" Scott hisses. Isaac side-eyes Scott but returns his attention to Yn.

Yn... the girl of his dreams. He had everything when he was with her. His heart aches when he knows he can't hold her like he use to. He missed how she would read to him on sleepless nights, how she ate pizza cold and would debate him on it, as well as missing the smell of her perfume he can only now get a whiff of when she walks by or hangs out with another pack member.

Scott throws a fry at the beta. "What!" Isaac snaps.

"You can't do that to Allison, You can't do that to Stiles, You can't do that to Yn" he hissed. Isaac was taken aback by the comment "I don't care about Stiles and Allison will understand." he mummers.

Scott sighs "You're being an asshole. Allison likes you. She really likes you, man. Fuck, I'll do anything for her to look at me like that again"

"And I'll do anything for Yn to look at me like that again" he repeated as he watched Yn feed Stiles some of her sandwich.

Stiles wipes his mouth as he whispers something in Yn's ear and kissed her neck as he got up from the table.

Isaac shot up his seat and ignored Scott's harsh whispers to come back.

"Hey...can we talk?" He asks as he appears in front of Yn. Yn looked up and sighed as she closed her book. "I don't really think that's a good idea.."

"Please?" Isaac pleaded. Yn pursed her lips as she nodded and got up from her seat.

Issac happily followed her to a more private area of the cafeteria and admired her as she leaned against the lockers.

"I miss you. I miss your touch, your kiss, your laugh, I I..." he began to stutter as he professed his undying love for Yn.

Yn couldn't help but let out a snort she quickly covered. Clearing her throat she watched as his eyes begin to water.

"Did you miss them after you cheated on me or when you were dating Allison?" she mummers. "I made a mistake okay" he reaches for her hand only to be pushed away.

"The only mistake here is you thinking I'd take you back" she sighs, looking unimpressed.

Isaac runs his fingers through his fair, frustrated, “Yn, I know I know but please. I fucking miss you and I just can’t understand why….” he lets out a shaky voice “Why him”

“Why her?” she snaps back, Isaac stares back at her without saying anything,

Yn nods as she rolls her eyes “Just what I thought…” she sighs as she turns around.

“Wait wait wait….” he called back. Yn stopped in her tracks without turning back.

"You said you would never hurt me" his voice cracked as tears began to stream down his face.

"You hurt me first..." she mumbles walking away.

[scarlet-fantasies]

i don’t wanna be greedy but ur werewolf eren headcanons we’re so good 😫 can i pls get some more 😂😂 like maybe pregnancy headcanons or something? thank u ❤️ also i love ur blog sm i always find myself rereading ur work <3

Hi anon(s),

No you're completely fine. I'm so glad you liked them. And of course you can. And awww thank you, I'm touched. Don't ever feel like your asking for to much I love writing about Eren soooo much.

-Scarlet.

Prompt

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Eren as a werewolf bf w human gf

Yeager brothers as werewolves

Werewolf Eren with pregnant gf (human)

Gosh, I'm so happy to finally write this. Ugh so cute.

Okay so let me just say this, Werewolf Eren is horny all the time so it's no surprise that you became pregnant at one point.

Probably with being with him for a while, like maybe even a couple years in a relationship and just having an epic love with him.

Now I think you probably thought having a kid with a werewolf was either impossible or that the chances were just so slim so you probably never thought about pregnancy since well no one said a damn thing.

And Eren didn't think of it either even tho he knew you could he just assumed you knew.

Also, let me just say that you are probably having more than one kid at once cause, werewolves reproduce like dogs so prepare for some pack of kids. So at least twins, lol.

Tho it could be a rare chance if you only have one.

Anyways let's talk about how you found out:

You had been feeling sick for a whole week and you and Eren assumed it was just your period attacking you before it would show up or that you just caught a bug of some sort.

Though by now in the second week you weren't sick but more or so just different. You had so much energy, it even surprised Eren.

Everything about you was heightened, cause werewolf babies give you side effects obviously.

So yes you were energetic and probably a little stronger than you were.

But the biggest thing that made you worry was when Sasha pointed out how you didn't fit your dress/sweaters the same way you did. When you were getting ready with her and Mikasa.

"I don't know Y/n, something about you is different. I'm not saying your fat tho." She'd clarify making you laugh.

"No, no its fine . . . but I have been eating a little more. I honestly, can't help it."

"Really? Anything else?"

"Yeah, I have a lot of energy and I don't work out but I feel stronger. By the way, is hot in here?" You'd explain, fanning yourself.

Seeing werewolves are always warm your body heat mixed with a baby that is part wolf might make you feel a little hotter.

"Oh my gosh, Y/n!" Sasha and Mikasa would exclaim looking shocked.

"What?!" You'd look at them worried.

"You're pregnant!" They both shouted, screaming and hugging you.

After some explaining and acceptance of your pregnancy, you began to connect all the dots and no longer doubted it. You were happy but worried about what Eren would say. Of course, you had to tell him.

You kept it secret for a few days seeing you're worried and unsure of how to tell him. Tho it all happened so unexpectedly, seeing that he came home early he caught you reading a baby name book Mikasa gave you.

“Hi y/n what are you reading?” He’d look over as you were hiding the book from his sight. Well trying to.

“Hi y/n what are you reading?” He’d look over as you were hiding the book from his sight. Well trying to.

“Ahh nothing—just some b—“

“Baby names?” He'd ask, grabbing the book from your hands.

“I—Eren I can explain. . . I didn’t think it would happen or that it could but-“

“You’re pregnant . . ?” He’d ask with a little smile.

“Yeah, i didn’t—“

“Took you long enough.” He’d joke, grinning at you.

“Eren Yeager. What is that supposed to mean?’ You’d sass.

“Whatever you want it to mean.” He’d tease before kissing you.

He’d pull away, “I’m so glad I wasn’t wrong about this.” He’d grin putting a hand on your belly.

“You knew?”

“I suspected. You were acting different. . . and you, a little bit of weight gain.” Hearing this you’d gasp before he clarified.

“Which is exactly what you needed. I’m really glad we’re going to have babies.” He’d smile bringing you in a hug and kiss your head.

Taken back his words you’d say, “Um Eren, it’s only one. We’re having one baby.”

“Babe I hate to break it to you but werewolves never have just one kid. That's like really rare.”

“What!?”

“We have multiple.”

“S-so then how many am I going to have?!” You'd look at him with wide eyes.

“Probably 6—-or four! I don’t know. But please tell me you want them too?” He saw your worry and tried to scare you less.

“Yes of course I want them. I just don’t know how this is all going to work. I’ve never been a mom, let alone for more than one kid.”

“Y/n it’s going to be fine. Let’s take this slow, alright? I’m going to call my dad tomorrow so he can check on you and I’ll be there too. Sasha knows a lot about this too, so don't worry.”

His dad is probably a doctor still, but as a cover-up.

So yes you two were excited obviously they explained to you what changes you may feel and obviously what not to do but seeing you didn't have a lot of issues you didn't think you'd have a lot of side effects, at least not in the beginning.

But that later on changed and Eren still loved you nonetheless even tho your anger may have increased seeing that you were probably carrying 2+ children in you.

I mean you could definitely break down a door with all the strength you have now, you could probably even break people's bones and beat up whole men (depending on how strong you are of course).

Any you know since there little wolves the anger only doubles and triples in you. So you need to be relaxed since your emotions are very unstable.

Your eyes probably turn orange sometimes for only a second, it’s like a small flash. And it’s only when you get mad.

Eren's taught you a lot about controlling it but he knows the struggle. He usually makes sure you're not mad so that you don't get carried away. But with anger comes emotions, so you are also probably very emotional too.

"Y/n, it's fine."

"No, it's not."

"Hey, look at me." He'd say softly, towering over you with his height.

You shook your head whilst looking at him with teary eyes. "Eren, I can't do this anymore. I never w-wanted to be a werewolf which is exactly w-why you didn't turn me, and now all these side effects basically classify me as one and I-I don't want that. It's s-so hard. I get angry so fast, I have so much energy that I can't sleep, I'm hungry, my nails keep getting longer, I can hear so many sounds and I feel so much pain. I'm out of control--I don't even know how you're keeping up with me. Even Zeke can't handle me when you leave him to babysit." You'd cover your hands with your face only to cry being so overwhelmed with the millions of things you were experiencing.

He'd pull you into a hug and shower you with kisses."Shhh, hey, look at me. It's going to be okay. You have me, and I know what to do. So no matter what happens it's going to be okay. You're not out of control, you're just pregnant." He'd reassure you.

Now apart from being really angry and emotional, you also might be hungry and everything you feel in your pregnancy is double what a human would feel so just imagine how annoying that could be.

Though Eren completely understands and allows you to blame him for all this. And trust me you'll definitely want to blame him for your hair growing out faster which means you shave a lot more frequently.

"This is so annoying, I'm waxing almost every day, lucky if it's only every week." You'd complain, sitting on a chair whilst Eren was crouched down putting on the waxing cream on your legs.

"Correction, I'm waxing them for you." He'd remind teasing you.

"That's your fault for making me pregnant." You'd cross your arms.

"Oh really? So it's my fault that this happened?" He'd grin whilst putting the strips on your legs.

"You're the one with a high--Ow! Eren!" You'd wince as you felt him rip off the strip unexpectedly. It didn't hurt too much but it hurt.

"What was that, sweetheart?" He'd laugh.

"You're such an ass. I hate you." You'd whine.

"I love you more." He'd laugh before kissing you and your belly.

Another side effect is that your sex drive has gone up so you are either as horny as Eren or worse. 😂

So he sees a side he doesn't normally see, and even tho you can have sex during your pregnancy he doesn't always want to cause he thinks he'll hurt you, so you might be sexually frustrated and after some convincing, he might cave and actually just do it with you.

"Eren." You'd whine whilst sitting on his lap and kissing his jawline.

"Hey, what's gotten into you?"

"What, I can't kiss you?" You'd flash him an innocent smile.

"No---wait a minute."

"Hm?" You'd hum whilst kissing him a slightly grinding on him.

"Are---Are you horny right now?"

You'd pausing hearing this made you blush, you were never the horny one in the relationship, it was always him. Now things were changing and let's just say it made you a little awkward.

"I---I uh--Gosh, stupid side effects." You'd groan getting off him only for him to pull you into his lap.

“Baby don’t be shy . . . You know, as cute as it is you know I’m worried about you getting hurt right?” He’d frown, wanting to meet your needs but still worried.

“But Eren I’m fine. Nothing's going to happen.”

“Babe nothings going to change my mind. It’s still a no.”

“Fine, I’m going to bed then. I guess I bought that lingerie for nothing.” You’d mention getting up from his lap and heading to your room.

He’d come up behind you with a change of heart. “Hmm, on second thought why don’t you show me. I’ve been dying to see you these couple of months.”

If it wasn’t enough for him you’d probably strip in front of him all the time when you were alone with him to get his attention and it works.

Because of the side effects, you have to stay away from Wolfsbane and sliver. They won’t kill you but it will hurt you.

Now apart from the side effects let’s talk about the cute stuff but maybe strange things.

Because your babies are werewolves, I picture you have 3 or 4. And so let’s just say they kick a lot. And it hurts but something that scared you but also made you emotional is that you got to see one of your children’s handprints against your belly. You told Eren to come in the room right away while you were getting ready to change. It was a very cute moment for you both. And Eren definitely took a picture.

Apart from all the crazy things you deal with during the pregnancy, there are very loving moments for you and Eren.

Like when he kisses your baby bump, or how he talks to his kids.

Even when he says he loves you both and how everyday before he leaves he kisses you and your stomach.

He always talks about what they could be named.

Loves to listen to the heartbeat of his children too. He can probably tell which one is which and has already gotten names for them.

He helps you change clothes or even carries you. And even feeds you if you allow him.

If your reading a baby book you’ll find that he stares at you and thinks you look cute carrying his babies.

He made a nursery with the help of his friends and you love him for it.

Okay so the labor, I’ll be general with it but it hurt a lot. The contractions had you screaming it honestly may have even scared him. Seeing your outburst of a scream so sudden.

Your anger can also take over during this time. And things can get out of hand so obviously, it’d have to be a natural birth and probably not at a hospital so you only have the help of his friends and family.

He held your hand of course and he told you to breathe and he was worried about you. But it was a success.

After lots of pain and having your eyes change color once again😂😂.

Though if Eren wasn’t around I could totally see his brother being there for you since he probably likes you in this au and well your family by this point so you matter.

Anyways when the babies were born you both were just so happy. You were obviously relieved when you got to hold them and probably even cried from being overwhelmed.

You two learned the basics and whatnot and took turns on taking care of them at night. You probably fell asleep in the nursery chair a couple times too bc you were exhausted and Eren always found jt cute so he used to carry you and put you to bed.

In the mornings when you would hold one of your babies, seeing it was your first one that woke up from a nap you were spending time with it (hence the photo above) Eren found the sight of you with his child to be so adorable.

He helps you with feeding them, bathing them, etc.

But he won’t it admit but he likes it when you breastfeed them. But not in a sick way.

He loves watching you nurture them and how you worry for them. And he does the same and he worries about you see that you put your babies first and hardly think of yourself now.

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[tinysushimark]

Shopping (LMH)

fluff, established relationship, y/n x mark, cursing, angy markie, public relationship, y/n idol (implied).

Mentions of Jaehyun, Jungwoo, Johnny, Haechan 💞

WC- 0.988k

"Me and Johnny can handle all of it." You said and ruffled his hair, slowly going closer to kiss his cheeks.

"I mean, we're moving in together and I can't be there to buy stuff, it's making me annoyed." Mark said and looked down, fidgeting with the strings of his hoodie, "I really wanted to do the furniture shopping together."

"Well, work is a priority." You said and bent down to make him look at you, "We can buy stuff together the next time." You said and smiled at him, he still looked down, "You're a priority too though." He said and continued twirling the strings.

Your heart skipped a beat when he said that, you put your palms on his cheeks to make him look up, "Just the fact that you said that makes me feel so special baby. You don't have to worry, just being together with you makes me happy."

"I wanna do things together though, when I'm free you're busy, when I'm busy, you're free, is our relationship just coming back home to one another and hanging out on weekends?" Mark sighed and pushed the pillow down, his face forming a small pout. "We can't help it, can we?"

"We can't but it annoys me! Why can't we go on dates like normal couples? The paparazzi will click too many pictures. I asked my manager if i can go shopping with you, he said, "No, paparazzi will click pictures." I mean, why did they reveal our relationship if they had this much of a problem with the media?" He said and slouched, his eyes still on the pillow and his hands squishing the life out of it.

"Markie." You said and tried to get his attention on you, he flinched and removed your hand from his cheek, "No." He got up with the pillow and walked out of the room, going towards the living room where the other members would be.

Jaehyun stared down at the two of you when all of you were eating, Haechan didn't pay much attention, food time is food time. Everyone else sensed the tension between you and Mark and decided to break it slowly.

Jungwoo slipped you a glass of water and you smiled at him, bringing the spoonful of rice near your mouth. "Our Markie, are you done packing?" Mark nodded and gave a sly smile and looked back down at his food. "Didn't you need any sort of help?"

"Why do you think y/n is here?" Mark said to Jungwoo and picked up the chopsticks, he picked up the egg roll and mixed it with the rice slowly eating out of the bowl.

"When are you guys moving?"

"Jungwoo, don't make this more awkward." He said and finished his food, he set down his utensils and got up from the table.

"You bastard! WHO'S GOING TO PICK UP YOUR DIRTY UTENSILS?" Jungwoo shouted at Mark who went inside without saying anything.

"Hyung, leave him be." Haechan said, trying to calm Jungwoo down.

"What's wrong with him?" Jungwoo asked you and you looked up at him, "Manager said no for shopping."

"He's pissed about that?"

"They put him in some dumb ethics seminar so that he doesn't go shopping, he said he's attended it thrice before."

"We'll talk to the manager."

"Mine said yes, but how will you convince his?"

"We have our ways." Jungwoo said, picking up Mark's utensils and putting them in the sink.

You packed the last of whatever Mark needed to move in the carton and then looked around his room one last time. You smiled at your pictures which were set on the table, those were the last things you had to pack. Mark had told you to leave his books, guitar and frames out when you pack, he wanted to pack them on his own. He came out of the washroom, his expression stoic. He picked up the frames and started wrapping them with bubble wrap. You slid your arms around him and he didn't say a word, he kept doing his work silently.

"You can't be mad at everyone."

"I am mad at the world." Mark said and put his first wrapped frame down. "It's fine, baby, I swear." You said planted a kiss on his shoulder.

"I am not fine with it." He snickered and tore the bubble wrap angrily. You didn't say a word after that, you buried your face in his back, knowing if you say too much he will get even more annoyed and will probably throw you out of the room.

"You know what's even more annoying?" You hummed behind him and he turned to face you, "I am ready to fight the world for you, but I seem to stop when it comes to work." Mark said and slid his arms around your waist, "But this isn't even work." He said and sighed.

"That is understandable, Mark. If you don't work, who'll run the house?" You giggled, "My lord." A smile broke on his face and he giggled too, "My lord? How did you even come up with that?" He laughed and then pulled you down on the mattress, "I love you."

"I love you too, dumbo." You said pushed his hair, the door opened and you saw Jungwoo, he closed the door in a flash and walked away.

"Jungwoo was at the door." You said and pushed Mark aside, "He probably thought we were doing something."

"He has trauma from last time." Mark said and laughed, "I don't!" Jungwoo said and opened the door again, "It's normal for couples to, you know!" Jungwoo said and tried avoiding eye contact, "Anyways, I got you permission to go shopping." Jungwoo said and passed Mark the paper.

"You owe me one." Jungwoo said, Mark's eyes lit up and he jumped on the mattress slowly, "Thank you!!" He hugged Jungwoo and smiled happily.

"Happy now?"

"Very."

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Moving in with the guys? Love your stuff xx

Van

✨ You point blank refused to move in with him until he bought a god damn fridge. You don't understand how he lived so long without a bloody fridge.

✨ Where was he keeping milk??? For all the brews he drinks in a day??

✨ Moving in is chaos, you never really organised a specific day just kept packing up when the mood took you. And he was worse, his room at his parents was such a mess and he's such a sentimental dafty that he has all this shite from when he was a kid. And the attention span of a gnat. You try to help him pack but you both keep getting distracted.

✨ And unpacking is twice as hard arguing over where his toy yoda gets to live (he thinks it should be on the fireplace for all to marvel in its glory) (you do not)

✨ Redecorating is fun but a mess and you make the slowest progress. This boy has so much energy but holy shit does he channel it all into procrastinating? Lots of painting and doing DIY to the tune of van Morrison and van serenading you.

✨ Living off take out for like two weeks straight because you've still not unpacked the kitchen. You do have a fridge now though so that's something.

✨ He definitely thinks you should christen every room together.

Bondy

✨ You never really moved in, it just happened over time

✨ You kinda went round for dinner one night and never left. Occasionally you'd drive home to pick up some more clothes, a few books you wanted to read. Over time his home just became yours without either of you noticing.

✨ One day he looked around and just noticed it, smirked to himself and said "hey, y/n wanna move in with me?" "uh...yeah I guess that could be nice..." "good cause a reckon you already have," hes grinning when he says it. Hes thrilled to bits.

✨ Can imagine a lot of drunk dancing in the kitchen to Roxy music whilst you cook up midnight snacks.

✨ You probably have a garden, you probably sit and bird watch in the garden when you go out for a cig. Listening to the birds chattering. Sometimes you make up the conversations they're having.

✨ I think you also do gardening together, you like digging up the weeds with him, growing vegetables, trying every year to grow Strawberries. Bondy is conflicted because the hedgehogs are ruining your fun by eating them but he thinks they're having fun too and he doesn't want to ruin theirs. You have lots of debates about the Strawberries.

✨ When you finally grow successful Strawberries you pick them all together, wash them and then sit in the grass feeding them to one another, dramatically critiquing and awarding each one a Michelin star rating.

✨ DIY is chaos but it's so fun. Lots of earthy neutrals, lots of paint on your faces and your clothes, he likes to give you a commentary of what he's doing as if he's da vinci

Benji

✨He was definitely nervous to ask you even though he knew you'd say yes. When you do say yes he wants to start making plans immediately.

✨ You go house hunting and choose which houses you go to visit based on which ones you want to snoop inside. You visit some mental houses you had no intention of buying just out of curiosity. You pretend you're on escape to the Country.

✨ First thing you set up is the bed and the TV and the games consoles. You don't get anything else done for several days because of this.

✨ You're just making the most of all this alone time you get now you live together. Your favourite thing is how you get to fall asleep with him every night and wake up with him every morning.

✨ You get a cat or a dog almost straight away.

Bob

✨ Can't picture him living anywhere but a big farm house now sorry so, you're living your cottagecore dreams finally.

✨ You get a gorgeous sheepdog obviously.

✨Lighting fires in the evening and getting cosy under blankets on the sofa, falling asleep curled up with one another at the end of a day.

✨ You've already picked out which room will be the nursery one day.

✨ Moving in with Bob was pretty organised, he'd been thinking and planning so long that the move was planned to the letter and it all went as smoothly as possible.

✨But nothing ever goes perfect when it comes to moving, any minor disasters however (for twenty minutes you were locked out because he'd left the key at the old house) are delt with together as a team and everything is pretty relaxed.

✨Eating pizza on the floor of the living room on the first night, super late, nothings really unpacked yet and you've only put the bed together upstairs. You sit watching Netflix on your phone, drinking cups of tea talking about everything you can do to the house. Planning your future together.

Sam

✨Why do I get the feeling this would be utterly nuts? All his band mates would be roped into helping you and really? Did it help or did it hinder? Who knows...

✨Getting them round to help with the painting and stuff too, this is a mess, you all make a mess. It's like a bunch of kids have been given a house. Are the boys more excited than you are? Who knows.

✨Sam is just buzzing and excited but a little bit nervous too, its such a big step and he's anxious for things to go well.

✨After everythings been moved in you all go down the local for a celebratory pint. Which turns into several which turns into heading back to your new home, all the lads sleeping on the floor. You and Sam sleeping on a mattress upstairs because you were too drunk to work out how to get the slats in the bedframe.

✨Cuddling up with him under the covers and whispering to eachother about how amazing it is you finally have a house. You're gan wake up next to one another forever.

✨And then Sam's a little anxious again and he nervously asks you whether you're intimidated by it. "a bit I guess..." "yeah it's big int it... We're doing somat pretty big," "yeah, it's amazing though, a love it an a love you..."

"but what if yas get sick of me seeing me everyday like..."

"Sam..."

✨ You roll over kiss his nose "a couldn't be sick of you if a tried and spending the rest of my life with you sounds like a dream come true"

[buckyjamess-archive]

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chapter eighteen • a/n: last chapter folks- wanna thank all those who interacted/read it, I hope you enjoyed it! ♡ gonna miss these fools, ngl • wordcount: 2k • warnings: nothing but fluff. Parenthood. Babies. Kids.

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going through  rough years after losing your husband, you try to raise your daughter the best you can. With the help from the wilson's you make the best of it but the road is bumpy when sam introduces you to his friend.

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His hands are warmer and maybe even bigger as his fingers are intertwined with yours, gently swaying back and forth, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand or a light squeeze to remind you he's still there. 

a few steps ahead, rosie groans, huffs and puffs as she pushes the stroller the best she can. Talking to her little brother who gurgles back just as much. 

"You're really heavy!" 

a soft pink, round handbag with minnie mouse printed on the front hangs loosely in Steve's other hand. Handed to him seconds after leaving the restaurant by Rosie herself as she offered to push her little brother back home. A heavy diaper bag he'd taken off the stroller to take away some weight, hangs of his shoulder– you told him you could carry one of the two but Steve being Steve, refused your offer and instead clamped his hand in yours.

A day out planned by the man walking next to you. A day with the four of you, letting Rosie and JJ get used to Steve being around for more than the two hours every night before getting tucked in. That Steve wasn't just a friend anymore– though Rosie 'just knew' when you told her Steve was more than a friend, a special friend. 

'I don't kiss my friends like that' 

Rosie didn't mind, or at least you think. She was good with everyone, stranger or not. Opening up to Steve wasn't a problem, becoming friends with Steve came easy for the girl. 

And bucky, bucky would always be dad.

'Now I have three daddies. My real daddy, my normal daddy and steve.' 

And though you never intended to let Steve in your life so quickly, it became serious pretty fast. 

Delicately glueing back each other's pieces left of a broken heart; giving solace, a shoulder to cry on and someone to hold. Steve and you never intended to become this, you were just friends, used-to-be-coworkers. It happened. Bucky no longer floating through your head every other minute or feeling that ache in your chest– just you and Steve and for now after the heartbreak Bucky caused you could in all honesty say that Steve Rogers treated you better than anyone ever did.

The stroller comes to a halt when Rosie stills in front of the apartment block. She let's go of the stroller and places both hands on her sides, bright yellow sunglasses resting on the bridge of her nose, she sighs heavily. 

"That was heavy." 

You and Steve chuckle at Rosie her stance as if an old man admiring his self-built furniture, sarcasm dripping from her body yet as innocent as can be. 

"I bet it was, kid." 

"Yes, JJ eats too much." 

"Says the girl who ate all my fries." 

Letting go of your hand, Steve hands Rosie back her own bag which she happily takes– slipping the diaper bag from his shoulder, you wrap your hand around it and carefully toss it over your own. Hand digging in to find your keys. Taking the few steps up the building, you push open the door and watch how Steve casually carries the stroller and JJ up the steps and follows Rosie in the building.

The walk to the elevator is short, the three of you and the stroller packed tight in the small space– you stay quiet, watching the interaction between Rosie and Steve, your heart grows ten times its size. You thank the gods above for giving you all these amazing men in your life, even if they broke your heart in different ways- teaching you the ways of life, giving the best things to ever exist, trusting you, caring about you..loving you.

Riley, your first real love. The one that changed your life forever. Teaching the ropes of this crazy thing called adult life. Be the calm to your chaos. Showed you love like you'd never had before– sure enough about it all to put a ring around your finger and giving you the most important job of them all; be a mother to a beautiful, funny and feisty daughter. Riley who gave you real heartbreak, leaving an empty hole in your heart and took a piece of your soul with him

Sam who stood by your side through it all. Going through the process together of losing a spouse and partner on the field. Your shoulder to lean on when things got rough, a friend of your man turned into your best friend– showing you the meaning of family by letting you into his own.

Bucky who stole your heart so fast, you never had a chance to let it settle– a wild man willing to wait. A wild man who showed you that life after Riley could be something beautiful; taught you how to love again, brought you back to life and gave you the gift you call your son, gave Rosie a father figure. Bucky the best mistake you'd ever made in your life.

And maybe all these men were needed to get you with the one. Without Riley no Sam and without Sam no Bucky, and you'd never have met Steve if you didn't move to Brooklyn. All these men lead you to him.

Steve. The man who picked up the pieces and put them back together– the man you so desperately needed in your life. The calm that Riley once gave you and the wild and silly bucky once showed. The one for real this time.

Even if things didn't go your way, men changing every chapter of your book– life was pretty amazing. 

Steve must've seen the slight wobble of your chin and your eyes filling with tears. His firm hand back into yours, you look up to meet his blues, you shoot him a tight lipped smile.

"Mommy, why are you crying?" 

You inhale deeply, quickly wiping away the tears that have made their way down your cheeks and not trusting your own voice, you smile at your daughter but shrug. 

"You know what I think?" Steve quips, the hand that's intertwined with yours now snaking around your waist to pull you ever closer into his side "I think mom's just really happy." 

Rosie nods unsure but gives a toothy grin "then I'm happy too, then we're all happy." 

"Then we're all happy." 

He reads you like an open book, something you got to love and hate over the last few weeks. Nitpicking little flaws to get under your skin or be the biggest sap whenever you're feeling down; he knows you like the back of his hand. 

"This is so stupid," you breath out a shaky chuckle "Jesus, I'm crying in an elevator–" 

"It's not stupid," Steve reassures "we're all just very happy, right?" 

"Yeah." You nod. 

Squeezing your side, Steve let's you know he's there and plants a kiss to your temple before resting his chin upon your head.

"I love you, sweetheart." 

Bucky can't quite believe it himself; just a month ago he labeled Steve Rogers as his arch enemy and wish bad things upon the blonde and now, now bucky hopes and wishes the blonde would treat you better than anyone else– welcomed Steve into the mess. 

At ease, okay, alright but above all grateful. You didn't kick him out of your life or that of his kids– you wouldn't be the first mother to do such a thing, he's seen it on TV multiple times. Bucky's grateful that you and him still were a thing just not the same. Parents of your kids, friends.

Though jealousy would strike once in a while and he reminded himself of the mistake he'd made, It was good this way.

Big helium balloons in the shape of letters and numbers float above the table shoved against the wall, reading 'JJ 1 YEAR'. Silver birthday garlands hanging from ceilings along the baby blue and white balloons– table filled with snacks, gifts and drinks. Cramped in your apartment but done together– texting back and forth, nights of planning brought you all here, JJ his first birthday.

Friends and family here to celebrate something the two of you made from love.

Bucky leans against the kitchen bar, one hand tucked deep into the pocket of his jeans and the other wrapped around a bottle of beer. Eyes upon the small crowd gathered and lands on Steve, barely on his knees next to a side table, small plastic tiara on his head as Rosie applies makeup on the guy's face from the set she'd just got as a gift from uncle Sam.

Bucky smiles, at least you picked a child magnet, a guy who'll love his kids as much as the two of you do. 

Bucky scans the crowd again and spots you without any problem, another smile on his face at the sight of his godchild hailey holding JJ, probably gossiping around with you.

It's good this way.

"Hey man." 

Snapping out of his own world, Bucky meets the eyes of a man he hasn't spoken to in months; sam. Not since he got to learn about Bucky's mistake.

"Hey." Bucky shoots him a tight lipped smile.

Standing still next to Bucky, Sam leans against the bar in the same stance and follows Bucky's gaze to the crowd to you, his son and hailey.

"He looks like you." Sam confesses "scary." 

Letting his head fall, Bucky chuckles and nods "at least we know it's mine." 

Sam chuckles along till it dies down, silence falling over both men as they keep watching the scene in front of them. How you leave Hailey with her nephew and mingle with some friends– bucky can feel Sam's eyes burning on his face. 

"Told you so, didn't I?" 

Bucky snorts "Let's not go there, I've learned my lesson." 

"Do you?" Sam quips with a grin on his face "No new love on the horizon?" 

Bucky nods, he has learned his lesson and he knows he'll never find someone like you again– he has definitely learned his lesson and definitely not ready for something new.

"No man, I'm going to focus on my kids." Bucky breathes out a soft chuckle "apparently I still have two." 

"Rosie loves you– I have to thank you for that, giving Rosie a father figure." 

"Wouldn't trade it for anything else." 

"I know." 

Another, comfortable silence falls like a thick blanket. Knowing each other well enough to know what they're thinking– a smile creeping on both men's faces at the sight of you pushing yourself past some people and beelining towards the duo.

"Mind If I join?" 

Scooting aside, both Sam and bucky make space for you in between and your arm that snakes around Bucky's back gives him a warm and fuzzy feeling– he pulls you closer into his side with his arm dropped over your shoulder 

"A year ago you nearly passed out." You mumble softly 

"I didn't pass out." Bucky scoffs 

"I said nearly–" 

"Not even nearly." 

"The nurses had to sit you down." 

"They never–" 

"They did!" 

It's a game of back and forth, getting underneath each other's skin and Bucky hopes things like this will never change even if you decided to spend the rest of your life with steve. The silly arguments, the silly fights and the lame jokes– bucky would be alright as long as that stayed. 

The squeeze around his side makes Bucky aware you're still there. Locking eyes with yours, one's he's found himself lost in many times before, he copies your smile. 

"What?" 

"Nothing– we did good." You state.

Though things didn't go the way it was supposed to, the two of you did good indeed, more than good even. 

"I think we did amazing." Bucky smiles back.

Wrapping his arm around your shoulder a bit tighter, he places a quick kiss on your forehead before following your gaze into the crowd, his daughter, his son, his family and steve.

It's good this way.

"So, guys," Sam clears his throat from beside you "really gotta know what happened on hailey her birthday party that day." 

"No, you don't." You and Bucky chuckle in unison "you really don't."

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[gemstone-roses]

Little moments

Bucky x Sarah, Sam x Reader.

partly inspired by @luciilferss bucky pretends to be a sea monster idea, thanks for encouraging me to write this😙x. Dividers by@whimsicalrogers 💕

Summary: bucky pretents to be a sea monster, Sam teaches you how to swim. Fluff, mentions of drowning (brief).

Tags: @whoreforsamwilson @samwilsons-pillowpecs

The sun pierces through the curtains, it's early, and it's too bright and it's the kind of sunshine you know will bring a gorgeous day.

Sarah wakes slowly, rolling over to cuddle, but finds an empty side instead. She can hear muffled voices from downstairs, the smell of something cooking wafts through the air.

She finds bucky plating up pancakes and bacon, nothing but a pair of shorts on and he looks divine.

"I made you breakfast" he smiles and it's a goofy smile, putting the plate down he Wraps his arms around her.

"Mm thankyou baby" she smiles, their foreheads touching, it's a little moment, Sarah likes the little moments with bucky, the little kisses, when he comes up behind her and snakes his arms around her waist,the moments where they lay in bed, reading, separate books, but together.

"were finished", the boys spoke at the same time "can we go now?" they say exitidly.

Bucky grins at the two boys, aj and cass were so excited, their swimming stuff already packed.

"Okay then, boys, you have everything?"

"yeah we do!"

Bucky swings a bag pack over his shoulder.

"You boys, have fun, and behave!" Sarah kisses them on the forehead

"Okay mum we will" they smile cheekily

"that goes for you too James" she leans in to kiss him

"of course" he winks, shouting I love you as he heads out the door.

"last one in the water smells" aj shouts as him and his brother race to get in first.

Bucky chuckles at the boys, leaving the bags on the boat.

The boys are splashing each other, each splash getting bigger and bigger, they don't notice bucky sneak up behind them.

"do you know what the great famed buckmonster does to people who splash?" he growls, grabbing hold of cass, chuckling as the boy kicks his legs lightly to get away.

"what about you aj? What do you think the buckmonster does? Does he.. Tickle..?" Cass giggles as bucky tickles him,

"or does he....

Bucky lifts up cass over his head, before throwing him lightly into the water.

"my turn my turn!!" aj shouts swimming over to him

"again again!!" Cass pleads, both boys surrounding bucky in the water.

Bucky chuckles before doing the same to aj.

"are you boys having fun down there?"

"UNCLE SAM!!!" the boys cheer

"get in with us and bucky!! "

"yeah Sam, I need an extra sea monster to help me out!" bucky shouts up.

"Okay, I'm coming" Sam strips off his shirt

"You too auntie y/n" Cass shouts.

"You know what, I'm gonna stay up here with your mum, she needs some help with the boat" you smile.

"No I don't, you heard the boys, go on y/n" Sarah chuckles

"No really, I'm okay up here"

"Come on honey, I promise not to splash you" Sam winks

Sam notices your look of apprehension, he swims over to the side of the boat.

"what's wrong honey?" he questions softly.

"I can't swim" you whisper, avoiding his gaze.

"Okay, that's okay, I'll help you" Sam smiles up at you.

"um I don't think-

"You trust him y/n? Sarah interrupts

"with my life"

"then go on" she smiles, squeezing your shoulder in encouragement

Sam meets you at the edge of the water, he looks glorious, water dripping down his toned body.

He Wraps his arms around your waist.

"Come on, we're just gonna walk into the water okay, don't worry it's not deep, you can touch the floor" he smiles.

You wince as the cold water hits your toes.

You make it up to waist height before you stop.

Sam shows you some techniques on how to swim and stay afloat, he makes it seem easy.

"Sam I can't"

His arm is still around your waist

He spins you round to face him

"It's okay, I'm not gonna let you drown honey, I'm here"

You glance over to aj, cass and bucky, smiling as they continue to splash each other and shriek with laughter. The boys have floats and bucky is up to his chest in water.

"It's, it's not that far out" you say shakily

"You wanna go join them?"

"yeah, just-just don't let go okay?"

"I would never" he kisses you.

Sam guides you over to them, keeping a tight grip, telling you how good you were doing.

The water levels rising now, you can still touch the floor and it's not that deep, but your still slightly terrified.

"your doing so well honey" Sam whisperes in your ear.

Your almost there, you see cass swim over to bucky, wrapping his arms around buckys neck and whispering something.

They turn to you, cass clinging tightly to buckys neck, bucky has his float in one hand, the other holding the boy.

"auntie y/n, you can use my float for a bit if you like!! I don't mind, bucky can be my float for a bit" he giggles cheekily.

"Oh is that right" bucky laughs

"Thankyou cass" you say, clutching the float for dear life.

"Sam, you can, I think I'm good now" you smile at him

"are you sure?"

"yeah"

"Okay well I'll stay close honey, don't worry" he comforts

Your beginning to get the hang of it, even splashing Sam a couple of times, you turn round to give Sarah a wave, she waves back before suddenly stopping. You furrow your brows, confused.

"ARRGHH" someone yells behind you, jumping on your back

You scream as the boy giggles, you let go of the float, scrambling to keep yourself afloat, Sarah's doubled over laughing on the boat, buckys trying to hide his giggle and Sam's shocked face turns to amusement

"aj!" you whine

You grab the float to give to the boy so he can let go of you

"You did it!" he says proudly

"I did what?"

"your not holding onto anything!!" he says gleefully

"I-oh!"

"SAM!! SAM I DID IT!!" you yell

Sam cheers, raising his arms in the air, you hear Sarah whooping from the boat, shouting good job at her son.

"but, you know what aj?, now that I can swim?"

"what?"

"you've got, hmm, one, two, and THREE, seamonsters now" you smile, before he tries to swim away, yelling gleefully.

The sun is setting, the boys are leaning against the side of the boat fast asleep, their leaning against each other, your sat in a circle, on crates, Sarah leans her head on buckys chest, humming in delight as the evening breeze blows over.

Sam's got his arm around your shoulder, beer hanging between his fingers.

You lean your head on his shoulder, sighing in content.

"I love this" Sarah says

"These little moments, sitting here, watching the sun, its like the world is still, these little moments, with my family, is everything". She continues.

Sarah raises her beer, prompting bucky and you and Sam to do the same.

"To family" she says

"to family" you all chorus. Clinking your beers together.

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Luke Patterson // Miscommunication

"Where are you going?" You ask as you watch Alex fix his hair.

"Me, Julie, Reggie, and Layla are going to the movies," he said distractedly.

"Oh, that sounds fun. Can I come?" You asked with a small, hopeful smile. He had asked you to come over and help him with his math homework but an hour in, halfway through the worksheet he had gotten a text and dropped his pencil.

"Oh, Layla already bought our tickets," he said, sliding his hands through his hair once more.

"I can buy my own ticket," you laugh breathily.

"Well we're going to get dinner after and Layla made the reservations," he said, not looking up from the laces of his shoes.

"Okay, do you want to hang out later?" You asked.

"Maybe tomorrow. I'll text you, okay?" He ruffled your hair before he was leaving the room, leaving you alone in his space. You felt almost like a little sibling, too young to hang out with the older kids. You swallowed it down, assuring yourself that you were just reading too much into previously made plans. You shake it off as you pack up your stuff.

-

To Julie: you wanna hang out?

From Julie: I kinda already have plans :/

To Julie: okay, maybe another time? :)

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To Reggie: you busy?

From Reggie: yeah, got plans.

To Reggie: oh okay :)

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To Alex: you wanna do something?

From Alex: sorry babes, plans.

To Alex: wyd?

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You throw your phone down and link your fingers on your stomach, staring up at the ceiling as you process. All of your friends are together right now and none of them invited you.

Except Luke.

-

"Babe?" You whispered to yourself. Reggie never called you babe. He called you 'sport' and 'kid' to be a dick because you're the youngest. You shake your head, trying to force the entire text conversation out of your head as you grab your book from your locker.

"Yo," you flinch when someone appears beside you, and your cheeks flare up when Luke comes into your vision. The butterflies in your stomach are very quickly squashed when you remember Reggie's words. "You wanna hang out later?" Luke asked, poking your cheek.

"Um, I can't, my mom needs me to pick up my brother from school," you said, staring into your locker to avoid his eyes.

"I can drive you there," he offered, ducking his head to try and catch your eyes.

"I um, I have a lot on my mind so I'm just going to walk, but thanks Luke," you give him a halfhearted smile, slam your locker shut, and turn to walk away. Luke calls your name but he doesn't try and chase after you.

-

"Where have you been, I feel like I haven't seen you in years," Alex said as he climbed onto your bed and draped his entire body over your back. You grunted, hiding your face under the covers as he took it upon himself to cuddle you.

"I saw you at school today," you muttered into your blankets.

"No, I saw you, I said hi, and you ran away," Alex corrected.

"I didn't run away," you mumbled. Alex tugged the blankets down to reveal your face and he smiled softly at you.

"Whats going on?" He whispered. You sighed, rolling over until you were on your back and he was beside you. He brushed your hair away from your forehead and waited patiently as you worked up the courage to say what you were thinking.

"I feel silly," you covered your face with your hands as you groaned.

"For what?" Alex pushed.

"Cause I feel left out," you whispered.

"What? All you have to do is text me and I'd be here within the minute. You're like my favorite person ever, Y/n," Alex chuckled.

"Alex," you uncover your face to look at him. "I've texted you every day this week and you keep telling me you're busy," you said.

"What?" Alex furrowed his eyebrows. "No, I've been texting you nonstop, you haven't answered." Alex struggled to lift his hips and pull out his phone, then he showed you messages of your name and a long two of texts from him. You click on the contact with your name and your forehead creased.

"Alex, this isn't even my number!" You said.

"What?" He took his phone back. You pulled your phone out and showed him your message thread, with all of your messages. Alex grabbed your phone and tried to call his phone.

His phone didn't ring.

"Okay, this is weird," Alex mumbled.

"Wait," you looked down at your phone, eyebrows furrowed. "Look at these texts from Reggie. I thought it was really weird that he called me 'babe' because he's never done that," you showed Alex the thread and he furrowed his eyebrows. Alex looked up at you with a slack face of realization.

"Layla calls everyone 'babe'," he said.

"Layla? Why would she text me as Reggie?" You asked.

"She likes Luke!" Alex exclaimed, making you flinch. "She likes Luke, you like Luke, and Luke obviously likes you, it makes so much sense," he smacked his forehead.

"Luke doesn't even like me though," you deflected.

"Now's not the time for denial, we have a bitch to bust," he jumped up from your bed and dragged you out of it.

"Don't say anything like that ever again," you laughed as he tried to pull you out of your room. "Alex! Wait, i need clothes!"

-

"Y/n!" Julie cheered as Alex tugged you into Layla living room.

"Hey guys," you wave a bit shyly, which is off character at this point.

"Please tell me you're staying," Reggie pouted.

"Actually, we're here for a bit of an interrogation," Alex said, crossing his arms as he looked over at Layla. She raised her eyebrows with a look of innocence.

"Raise your hand if you've texted Y/n at all this week," Alex said. Only Luke raised his hand.

"I've tried, but she hasn't answered," Julie said.

"Yeah, same here," Reggie nodded.

"Yeah, I thought it was weird that she hasn't been around so I went over to her house. We made some pretty shocking discoveries too," Alex took your phone from your hand and opened up the messages that Reggie had supposedly sent you. "Do you remember sending these messages, Reggie?" Alex asked, handing him the phone. Reggie read them over and his face twisted up.

"What the hell? No, I didn't send any of these," he said.

"Let me see," Luke reached for the phone.

"No, Luke, wait," you tried to grab it but it was already in his hand and he was already reading them. You muttered a curse as you tried to hide behind your hand, stepping a bit behind Alex.

"Oh," he whispered. "I never said that!" He assured, pointing to the phone.

"I don't think any of us have been talking for ourself. Layla, anything to say?" Alex turned to her with an icy expression.

"Why would I have anything to do with this?" She said, raising her hands and softening her eyes.

"Because you've been trying to throw yourself at Luke since we met you and you knew they liked each other," Julie said, standing up and walking to your side, crossing her arms as Alex was.

"I wouldn't do anything this manipulative or sneaky, that's not who I am! I genuinely like you guys, I wouldn't do anything to betray your trust! Why-" she was cut off as her phone started to ring. Alex smirked, turning Y/n's towards her, Reggies name flashing on the contact.

"You changed our numbers so our messages would go to your phone and had Y/n believing that we were icing her out. As far as I'm concerned, you're a jealous, manipulative bitch," Alex smiled like he'd just complimented her shoes.

"Let's go," Julie demanded, ushering everyone out of the house.

"Whatever! You're all lame anyways!" Layla screamed, her face red.

"Everyone to Y/n's house, we have some serious bonding to do," Reggie said, ruffling Y/n's hair. Luke grabbed Y/n's wrist before she could walk to Alex's car, and tugged her back. He cupped her jaw and held her waist and leaned in to press his lips to hers. She melted into it instantly, trusting that her knees wouldn't buckle and if they did, trusting he would catch her.

"Okay, maybe not that much bonding," Reggie laughed.

"Eh, let them have their moment, they've been pining long enough," Julie said, waving them away.

You wrapped your arms around Luke's shoulders and pressed you chest against his, kissing him harder.

Im sorry if you read this without the visuals, I didn’t realize I didn’t upload them :)