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keeplcving · 7 months

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I absolutely fell in love with your wiring babe!!!

Can you do one where Coriolanus and fem!reader have been in an established relationship but they’ve never gotten intimate before so after a year of dating they’re hanging out at coryo‘s place and a kiss turns into lore and coryo indicates he wants to go further but reader is a bit intimidated considering she‘s never done it before and coryo is a bit experienced because reader‘s like 18 and coryo‘s like 21? Thank you sm!!!

thank you so much for your kind words sweet anon! of course i can! ! i bumped their ages just a bit up to 19 and 22 so there is no morality issues with them being 17 and 20 when they started dating! hope that’s okay with you, anon! enjoy xoxo ♡

cherry.

(university!coriolanus x younger!virgin!f!reader)

summary: she may love her man, but something’s holding her back from doing more with him.

cw: younger reader (reader is 19, coryo is 22), sweet!coryo, heavy kissing, dry humping, oral (f receiving), creampie, soft sex, cuddling, aftercare (kinda??)

Today had been more than enough for you. With your first semester at the University coming to a close, with final exams, you were beyond stressed, and all you wanted to do was curl up with your boyfriend and take a nap.

You quickly make your way to the Snow’s apartment, not wanting to waste any precious time that the two of you could have together. You knew that you would have to have dinner at home tonight, in celebration of you completing your first semester. Your parents were beyond proud of you, and your academic achievements, and you couldn’t spend the night at Coriolanus’, even though you’d much rather spend time with him.

“Darling?” You say as you open the door to the apartment, looking around for the blonde head of your boyfriend. You find him in the kitchen, holding a cup of tea.

“Hello, my love.” He greets you warmly, before passing you the mug with the press of a kiss to the top of your head. You smile, feeling so overwhelmed with love for your boyfriend. He knew you so well, that chamomile tea was one of the ways you relaxed.

“Thank you.” You whispered, taking a sip of the tea. You couldn’t believe that Coryo was yours sometimes, with how thoughtful and generous he was towards you. He showed you a love that you didn’t think still existed.

“You are very welcome, my dear.” He responds, before gently taking your hand and leading you into his (and yours most nights of the week) room. Gently shutting the door, Coryo turned the dim light on, which was used to soothe the migraine you usually had after class.

You walked to your side of the bed, setting the mug down on the nightstand that was beside the bed, and you began to change into more comfortable clothes, while your boyfriend watched from his side of the bed. You then climbed into the bed into Coryo’s waiting embrace.

You hummed in relief, finally at ease after a long day. You gently inhaled, curling up on your boyfriend’s chest as he ran a hand slowly up and down over the rungs of your spine, trying his best to soothe you.

“I missed you this week.” He tells you quietly, continuing his gentle ministrations on your back.

You usually spent the night (and most of the day), but for the past week, you had spent every night hunched over your desk at home, studying. Coriolanus had told you to come study at his apartment with him, so you weren’t alone all night, but you couldn’t. You knew if you tried, you would’ve been too distracted by your handsome boyfriend to do any actual studying, which wouldn’t fare well for your grades. Your grades were super important to you, and not even Coryo could have you skipping study sessions.

“I missed you too, Coryo. I missed your strong arms holding me at night.” You giggled, remembering your inability to fall asleep this week, even after being up for twenty hours straight, without your boyfriend’s strong frame holding you close. It was almost embarrassing, the way you were so dependent on him for even the most basic of actions, like sleeping.

“And I missed you keeping me warm at night. How are you always so warm?” He joked. You knew that he was always so cold, no matter what, and holding you always soothed him, as you were always warm. It worked out for the pair of you, creating the perfect temperature you both desired.

“My body just holds a normal temperature, Snow.” You bite back, pressing a kiss to his jaw. He let out a deep groan at the feeling of your lips against his skin. He hadn’t kissed you all week, and he was feeling needy.

“Want something?” You tease, and he instantly pulls you to meet his lips. You love kissing Coriolanus. He treats you like the delicate woman you are, but also allows for some of your not-so-innocent side to come out.

He sits up, and pulls your thighs apart to straddle his own, and deepens the kiss. His hands slide down, grasping your ass firmly as you continue to kiss. He squeezes your ass, and you let out a moan at the feeling. He’d only done that a few times, but every time it felt so good.

He takes advantage of your mouth ever so slightly opening, sliding his tongue against yours. The kiss turns frantic, and you experimentally slide your hips against his thigh, pressing down. He lets out a groan, and you can feel the tent in his pants through your shorts and panties. It excites you, but it also terrifies you.

You had never had sex, and Coryo was your first real boyfriend. You had met when you had turned eighteen, on your first day at the University. You were a little lost on finding a classroom, and he had so kindly offered to help you find it. From then on, you two had been together, even though it took two months of constant flirting for him to finally ask you to be his. He was hesitant, as he had just turned twenty one, and being with someone three years his junior, especially whilst at University, was daunting. It seemed wrong, you were still so innocent, had never even been kissed.

You wanted him (and you knew he wanted you) but at the same time, you didn’t. You knew that virginity was a social construct, but it still was special to you, even if Coriolanus was also special to you, you were so afraid after being told (and overhearing) many horror stories by other girls in your class.

You tried it again, and Coryo gripped your hips, halting your movements. “Darling, if you continue, I may not be able to stop.” He hotly whispers into your ear, and you tense up. He notices this immediately, and looks apologetic. “I’m sorry, my dove. I have gotten carried away. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. You are in control here. What would you like to do?”

“I…I want to keep doing what we were just doing. It feels so good for me, Coryo. I don’t know if I’m ready to have real sex yet. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be a tease.” You tell him earnestly, eyes downcast with a matching pout upon your lips.

“Darling, you do not need to apologize to me. Whatever you feel comfortable doing, I am just fine with doing. Whatever makes you feel good. And, it feels good for me, too.” He smiles, and you nod. You should have expected this, he was always the gentleman, letting you take the lead on everything in the relationship. You knew he had experience, and you were grateful that he wasn’t controlling or demanding of you.

“Thank you for being so understanding, Coryo.” You tell him, resuming your movements, pushing your clothed cunt down and grinding on his clothed cock.

The pressure from the grinding feels so good, and when you move, you can feel him pressing against your clit through your panties. You feel animalistic as you speed up your movements, chasing that feeling deep in your stomach. It feels like a coil tightening, and you want him to make it snap.

He begins meeting your movements, pressing his cock up while you press your cunt down, and the groans that fall from his lips lead to your own pants and moans. Soon enough, you feel something inside of you snap, and you drench your panties with your juices, soaking his pants, too. You keep moving, though, knowing that you had just orgasmed. You wanted your boyfriend to feel the same pleasure.

Your rapid movements, along with the feeling of your juices soaking in his pants, make him reach his peak mere moments after you, grunting out your name. You both fall back, laying down, you directly on top of him, both breathing heavily. You collect your thoughts for a moment, allowing both of your heart rates to resume to normal.

“I think… I think I want more.” You tell him honestly, smiling. He smirks back, he had been waiting for this moment for a very long time, but he hadn’t wanted to pressure you, waiting until you were ready.

“If you’re sure, dove.” He waits for your nod, before rolling you over onto your back. He attacks your lips with kisses, trailing down to your neck, and to your collarbone.

He leaves a few love bites, and you shake your head at him. “How on earth am I supposed to hide these?” You jokingly chastise him, and he just rolls his eyes at you. You loved when he left his mark on your skin, even though this was only the third time of him doing it. It served you a reminder of him when you weren’t physically together, and you loved it.

He looks up, meeting your eyes. “Is it alright if I take this off?” He gestures to your (his) shirt that you were currently wearing. You quickly nod your approval, and he gently pulls it up, over your head. He had expected you to be wearing a bra underneath, but instead, he was met with your bare breasts. He lets out a groan, quickly leaning down to suck a nipple gently, swirling his tongue around the rapidly hardening bud.

You let out a series of mewls of pleasure, arching your back against the bed. Carefully, he lays himself over top of you, forearms holding him up so that he does not crush you. He switches breasts, lavishing both with equal attention. You grip the edge of his shirt, pulling it up until he gets the message, quickly pulling it off and throwing it somewhere you don’t see.

He continues kissing down your body, worshipping, until he reaches the waistband of your shorts. He looks up for approval, and you simply smile, and he gently brings the shorts down, over your ankles, and finally off, joining his shirt somewhere. You then reach to unbutton his pants, and he finishes the job for you, leaving the both of you in just underwear.

“Are you sure?” He asks you, giving you once last chance to back out, and change your mind.

“Yes.” You respond, smiling at him, and he smiles back.

He removes the panties, and groans at the sight of your wet heat. He palms himself through his boxers, before sliding further down the bed, so that his face was eye level with your cunt. Your heart was beating rapidly in anticipation, and when he licks that first stripe from the bottom to your clit, you let out a sharp gasp. It felt so unlike anything you had ever felt before, you never wanted it to stop.

Grasping the back of his head with both of your hands, you held him in place, and you could see him smirk. He knew you would enjoy this, and he was so glad you were taking charge. He circled your clit slowly, and you couldn’t take the teasing anymore.

“Please, Coryo. More. I don’t know what, but more.” You begged of him, and he then began eating at your cunt like he was a feral animal that hadn’t eaten in days, licking and sucking and it felt so so so good. You almost couldn’t take it, and you felt yourself quickly approaching your second orgasm of the night.

You could see him humping against the bed as he ate you out, desperate for some friction of his own. Just the sight of that alone, alongside his tongue dipping inside your dripping hole had you coming, and loudly at that. You screamed, clenching your legs around his head, coating his face with your juices.

Once you had relinquished the pressure of your legs, he brought his head out, and made eye contact with you. “Feel good, princess?”

“No, it felt awful.” You teased, ruffling his curls with your fingertips. “Of course it did, Coryo. But now, I want you to feel good.”

With that, you urged him back up the bed, and slipped your small hand into his boxers, grabbing his cock. Your fingers barely fit all the way around, and after experimentally pumping it once, you could tell it was long.

“Take your boxers off.” You told him, leaving no room for argument. He pulled them off, and your eyes widened at the sight of his cock, long, thick and painfully hard. You had felt it, sure, but seeing it was a totally different ordeal.

“Is that… Is that going to fit inside of me?” You let out with a laugh, looking up at him.

“Yes, princess. It may take some work, and some time, but I promise, it will fit.” He replies, looking so seriously at you.

You smile in response, and without further preamble, grab his cock, pumping it up and down. You surprise him, and he lets out a series of low groans that have the heat pooling up in your stomach one more. Once you are satisfied that you feel confident to take his cock inside of you, you seize your pumping.

“I’m ready to try, darling. Please, please be gentle. Don’t hurt me.” You plead, pouting lightly.

“I wouldn’t dream of hurting you, my dove. Just tell me if it gets to be too much. I will stop, I promise you that.”

With that, he slots his cock to line up with your drenched hole, and gently begins to press in. When you tense up after the first three inches, he stops immediately, meeting you eyes.

“Just give me one second, please.” You tell him, and he nods, waiting for you to tell him to continue pushing in. Once you do, he continues slowly sliding his cock into you, until he is fully surrounded by your tight, wet heat. He groans at the feeling, almost overwhelmed by how tight you’re squeezing him.

“Is it alright if I move, princess?” He asks, and you nod. He starts his movements off very slowly, trying his best not to hurt you by starting off too quickly, by getting too excited about finally being inside you.

It’s only when you beg him to give you more, that his pace quickens, and you can feel him push against a spot inside of you that makes you gush.

You had heard some girls talking about that spot, the g-spot, and how their lovers had never been able to find it. How lucky were you, your man was able to find it with ease. You moaned and gasped and writhed around, loving the feeling of his cock pounding relentlessly inside of you, hitting your g-spot every thrust.

You bring your two of your fingers down to your clit, circling it roughly while Coriolanus pounds into you, and you begin to see stars. You feel so overwhelmed, and clench around his cock. He lets out a groan, and is panting as he continues to fuck into you.

“I’m so close!” You scream, and he nods his head, not letting up. As you reach your peak, you look into his eyes, impossibly blue, and continue moaning.

You feel yourself come, but it felt like you had used the bathroom. There was so much liquid, you felt embarrassed. Coriolanus grunted as he continued his thrusts into you, and he didn’t let up until you felt him spurt deep inside of you. He slowly halted his movements, pulling out of you carefully as if not to hurt you further.

“What’s that liquid?” You asked him, confused and embarrassed. You had never done that the few times you fingered yourself, and were shocked.

“You squirted, my love. It’s totally normal, it just means your body felt so good it got overwhelmed.” He explains, running his fingers through your hair. You just nodded, allowing him to roll onto his side, pulling you flush against him, spooning.

You loved cuddling like this normally, but now, it felt all the more intimate. You had just given a part of yourself to your beautiful boyfriend, and you felt so good. Your body was so at peace, and you heard Coryo let out little snores. You realized he had fallen asleep, overexerted from your activities. You then allowed yourself to fall asleep in his arms, content with your first time.

So much for just taking a nap.

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thetorturedbuckydepartment · 2 months

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chapter one: the briefing

pairing: Bucky barnes x plus-sized!SHIElD!reader

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summary: being a SHIELD agent, you have a knack for analysing people, particularly when it comes to attraction. you have everyone figured out, sorted away into the boxes you've created. But there's one man you can never seem to figure out, the very bane of your existence -- Bucky Barnes. On the field, he is a saint, helping you dodge bullets and taking knife wounds in your name. Around the building? Public menace number one, always poised to insult or to spar with you.

After being sent on a 6-month-long torture-cum-vacation with the very man, could all this change? Could you finally figure out what has been bubbling beneath the surface for years between the two of you, the juggernaut that you know you cannot stop?

warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of murder, dead parents, scars, trauma, implied slutshaming, mentions of guns and shooting and bombs, mentions of wanting to die, dark content, reader is implied to be bisexual (I cannot fathom not being attracted to women SORRY NOT SORRY), reader is implicitly stated to be NOT A MAN

word count: 3.4k

A/N: omg it's here! had so much fun writing this, hope you all enjoy it too! im still working out a schedule for this, as ive currently written 3 chapters and am already at about 10k words! and im currently very inspired for my own, non-fanfic WIP, so im split! hope you enjoy, and as always, let me know if you liked it! comments and reblogs are much appreciated <3

Human attraction can be sorted into three little boxes: Sexual, romantic, platonic. It is somewhat of a threeway Venn diagram, and people find themselves travelling in between the perfectly drawn circles all the time. It is a marvel to some, to be able to gauge the section in which one stands with a simple glance. It’s a gift, you’ve found, having the knack to discern between the three attractions. Which means you’ve cracked the code on people, and know exactly how to assess and engage accordingly.

It’s how you find yourself in such a predicament as the following, quite often:

“You’re Butterscotch, aren’t you?” The voice is meek, quiet, and comes from directly behind you. You’ve just put down the weights at the gym, and have paused to take a drink from your water bottle, when you turn to assess the situation.

Long brown hair, blue eyes. Gorgeously shy smile as she tucks a strand behind her ear. Your whole body moves, reacting to the incarnation of Aphrodite herself in front of you. You suppose you’ve always seen women that way, to be wholly more beautiful on average compared to men. It’s how you often find yourself in bed with a woman not unlike the one before you.

She stands, slyly pushing her breasts together and leaning into you, whether it be subconscious or not, batting her long eyelashes. Sexual attraction, then. You smile, deciding to play it cool, taking another long sip of water, silently reveling in the way her eyes stick on your wet lips.

“Yeah, that’s me. And you, you’re Hazel, aren’t you?” You tip your head to one side in faux innocence, honing you eyes in on her in a way you know sends shivers down her spine, completely hypnotised by the way you silently call to her. She nods, surprised that you’ve remembered her from her initiation training 6 months ago. She was one of the older recruits, only two or three years younger than you, but valuable just the same.

“I’ve been following your career for a while now, and I must say I really look up to you.” Her lips twist into a grin, showing off her perfect teeth. Your own face darkens as you inject lust into it, and you watch as she tries to discreetly squeeze her thighs together. She’ll be eating right out of your hand in no time.

If she’d come to you 13 years ago, when you were just starting out, you would’ve wanted to tell her that all you are interested in is a promise of casualty. Nothing more, and certainly nothing less, but the absence of such a discussion did land you in hot water all that time ago. Now, your reputation precedes you, and you doubt there is a single soul in this building who doesn’t know your one-and-done policy. Of course, some of the agents surprise you and you have them on a staggered rotation, a new criteria you’ve introduced into your sex life once the gap between you and fresh faces widened to an immoral degree.

You open your mouth to give her a reply that will make her leave here with sticky thighs, when the most agitating, grating voice you’ve been almost tortured with for the past eight years echoes across the gym, calling to you.

“Let’s go Butterface, Fury had a brief for us twenty minutes ago. You can fuck around later.” You roll your eyes at the words of none other than James Buchanan Barnes, huffing out a breath. He’s done this to embarrass you, for sure, because you know for a fact that Fury’s briefing for the next mission is actually in ten minutes from right now. But you know if you showed up on time, he gets the upper hand for coming in earlier.

That’s the other reason you’re so famous around the building — your long-term feud with Bucky. Whenever the two of you end up in a meeting room, there are more insults hurled around than facts. You two love to spar together, finding any excuse to leave bruises on the other’s body. But the most damning thing? There is no better team than the both of you out on the field, your missions always resulting in the lowest casualties and highest success rates SHIELD has ever seen. It’s an eternal mystery, but to the two of you, it is clear enough. You are enemies, holding the dagger of sharp-edged insults to each other’s throats, but on a mission? It must all be put aside for the greater good, for the safety of others. The remarks are snarky but non-distracting, and you’ve jumped in front of a bullet for him more times than you would like to admit. But it doesn’t matter, because he has endured several injuries for you in turn as well.

You redirect your attention back to your self-sacrificial prey for tonight. “Well, if you need me, I’ll be available at my room on floor 13 at around ten.” You lean in to whisper into her ear, and drag a less-than-innocent finger down the side of her neck. “I can give you a few more ways to look up to me, if you’d like.” The lower octave does something to her, and you watch her eyes flutter shut as she realises you’ve gladly accepted the silent offer she was handing you on a silver platter.

You chuckle, at how easy it all is. And then spin on your heel, marching back to begrudgingly follow behind the tall brunette who seems to have a permanent scowl on his face whenever he’s in the same room as you.

He leans back against the cool metal of the elevator that will send the both of you to the top, arms crossed across his broad chest. If you didn’t hate his guts, you’d absolutely suck him dry, right here right now. It’s no surprise that he is the most beautiful man in the building, but his attitude and mannerisms have long turned you off from him.

You poke the bear.

“What happened, Barnes? You mad nobody’ll fuck you?” He turns to you then, blue eyes blazing. And it only makes your shit-eating grin widen.

“Why would I ever be mad at that? I’m mad because we have to go on a mission, and when I come to get you, you’re busy planning on how to… spend your night. Again. At this point, if they’ve got a pulse they probably meet your standards, don’t they?” He smiles cruelly, and you don’t miss the implications. But you don’t care. If you were a man, they’d be singing your praises in the streets. So why is it different now?

“If they have a pulse? Well, if that were the case, then you…” You let your eyes wander up and down, and you notice his hard shell cracking when you meet his eyes again. You smile widens and you feign a blush, and he begins to smile, thinking he’s got you. And then you throw a grenade into whatever fantasy he’s spinning in his head. “Would be dead.” Your voice has never been more cold, observing the way his shoulders slouch in something akin to disappointment.

This is his kryptonite that you love exploiting, so much. The man is wickedly attracted to you, and is equally as horrid at hiding it. You have no idea what kind, though. Which box he fits into. You’re certain it’s not platonic given the way he talks to you. The longing glances and delicate touches after missions where you end up injured had turned you towards romantic, but you know there is no denying the way his eyes drift to your cleavage when you spar, or the way his hands immediately find your hips when you best him in the ring and end up straddling him. There is no box you can put him in, and it drives you up the damn wall.

You briefly wonder what the two of you would be doing in this elevator right now if you were as attracted to him and either of you had made it known.

The elevator pings and the both of you break the burning, seething eye contact as you file into Meeting Room 17B.

“Right, before Barnes’ dick explodes at the thought of me fucking a woman, what’s the mission chief.” Barnes has the nerve to blush, sitting in the chair opposite yours, both facing the head of the table with a monitor where Fury and Stark both stand.

“Did your mother never teach you the difference between professional and casual?” He fires back, and you grin sadistically, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning back.

“She’s dead, Barnes. Have some decorum, and maybe a modicum of respect?” His face falls, knowing he’s crossed a line, but if God Himself came down and told Bucky to apologise, he’d shake hands with the Devil. “What about your father then?” He is frantically searching you for any sign of hurt or discomfort that he can exploit, you can tell by the way his eyes stick to your every feature.

“Hard to when you’re in prison for murdering your wife and attempting to murder your child.” You turn to Stark, knowing you’ve rendered him absolutely speechless. Out of the corner of your eye, you see his mouth close and open like a fish, gasping for some air. Pathetic, really, but well-deserved. In all these years, you’re surprised it took him this long to blame your upbringing, often opting to attack you as a person directly. But you finally got to play the cards you’ve kept close to your chest, a sick and twisted punishment. That means that you win, today.

“Thats 236 for Butterscotch, and Barnes is still on 220,” Tony mutters, and you can’t hide your competitive side that comes out.

You turn to him, tutting. “Keep up, Barnes. I thought you were better competition than this. Pathetic.” You’re shaking your head in mock disappointment. A blood-tinged vignette passes around in the back of your mind, but you try your best to not let it show.

The arguments between you and Bucky as so well-known to get out of hand, the Avengers started keeping score, refreshing each year, of who won the argument. This is strictly judged based on how the final retort leaves the other unable to think of a comeback. You’ve bested him 236 times already, and it’s only February.

“You didn’t tell me about your parents,” he grumbles, cheeks pink in humiliation. Why is he backing down so easily today?

“I don’t owe you shit, Barnes. Especially not about my life before I got here. Sorry, Fury, should we start the briefing?” You divert the attention back to the matter at hand, feeling like maybe you went a tiny bit too far by calling him pathetic to his face.

Since when have you ever nurtured a soft spot for him? Well, you are certainly not going to be starting today.

With both of your mouths shut and eyes attentive, Fury begins to speak.

“We need the two of you to go undercover. We have intel that Senator Parker may be dealing with copious amounts of methamphetamines, involving using his house as a lab and distribution centre. He often targets teens of ethnic backgrounds to carry the drugs and deal them in exchange for cuts — he chooses them this way so they would almost immediately go to prison, and nobody would be let off scot-free to rat him out.” Tony flashes up several holograms of the Senator, the teens caught pressing white packets into palms, and even those who ended up behind bars, and have continued to distribute the drugs from within.

“So…why do we need to go undercover?” You ask, leaning forward in your seat so you could see the graphics better.

“Well…here is Parker’s dating history…” Why does Tony sound so reluctant as he pulls up the dating history? Why is that relevant? These are just some of the questions that swirl around your mind, and are evident in your scrunched up face.

Bucky is watching you, quietly. Observing your features, observing you. He can’t help it — the grace with which you walk, the crudeness with which you speak…it’s entrancing. And you know it. He hates it.

Then, slowly, the pictures begin to appear — there are 17 women. Every single one of them looks like you — the same colour hair, the same colour eyes. Similar face shapes and similar body types. It’s like there’s 18 of you in the room.

“I’m a honeytrap?”

Fury is quick to speak, to protest the misunderstanding that the mission is an objectification of you. “No….well yes. We have carefully constructed a plan that essentially is built on the fact that you happen to be—“

“Exactly his type?” Bucky asks, feeling shame crawl up his spine at the realisation that he has something in common with a drug lord. You look at him as he speaks, and feel more and more confused by the second.

“Yes.” Tony continues. “We’ve planned to plant you in the same cul-de-sac that Parker’s house resides on, and Butterscotch can use the fact that she’s his type to sway him, win his trust. You’ll have to play the long game with him, he’s known to barely let anyone in his house unless he wants to fuck them.”

You feel a sickness coat your stomach. “Will I have to fuck him? Because I’d rather shoot Barnes and then myself and blow up this building.” You chew your lip nervously, all the confidence can your body momentarily evaporating. The old man might just be one of the worst people you’ve ever heard of when it comes to drug trafficking. Not to mention any sexual gratification is just you stepping into a stereotype of what he wants, that you are just another woman with the similar face that he wants to put his dick in. It makes your skin crawl, and you run your fingernails harshly along your forearm.

“No.” To your surprise, it’s Bucky who speaks up. He meets your eyes for a brief moment, before turning to Fury and Tony. “No, right? She clearly doesn’t want to, don’t tell me you’re gonna make her.” He sounds oddly protective over you here, which he has no right to be. But you can’t fight him, not over this.

“No, no, of course not. You won’t have to do anything you don’t want to. At most you’ll have to flirt with him, make him think he’s going to….y’know, with you. And use that advantage to sneak into his house. You won’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Butterscotch. You know we’d never do that to you, that it’s against our ethics and values.” You nod, relaxing in your seat while Bucky stares at the red, raw skin of your forearm. He wants to soothe it, he wants to soothe you—

“And if I’m going, obviously you’re gonna send the Sergeant with me, aren’t you?” They nod in unison. You take a deep breath, knowing you have to take it. There will be no mission more satisfying. And Bucky is much more bearable when the both of you have a common goal.

“So what exactly is our cover?” Bucky perks up. The both of you wear the suit of civility so quickly when you have to do your jobs.

Fury scratches his neck, exchanging a nervous glance with Tony. You anticipate the answer, knowing it will not be to your liking.

“We’ve planned to plant you in the Acorn suburb in Claremont, just across the street from Parker’s residence, for around six months. It’s a nice, quaint little city, I think the both of you would like it. It’s a lot more green, and less noisy and polluted than New York—.”

“Tony,” you warn, glaring at him. He is omitting the information. Why?

“Fine! The suburbs are conservative as shit, so you’re going as husband and wife!” Your eyes widen, and you swear you lose hearing for a second as the world goes in and out of focus. You have to pretend to be married. Pretending to be in love, you could do — in fact, you could probably pass off most intel exchanges with him as lovers’ private conversations if you smile and laugh on the right cues.

But marriage? The sanctity of which has been so thoroughly, irrevocably spoiled for you? The very reason you have only ever wanted casual in your entire life, as opposed to commitment? You can’t breathe.

You try to hide your shaky hands as you reach for the glass of water, downing it and gasping for breath. All that runs through your mind is the only instance of a married man you’ve ever known, and how it ended. How you ended, body mutilated in enough scars to rival Bucky’s left shoulder, crying out for a bloodied corpse in the back of an ambulance while the paramedics did their best to save you. How you wish they would’ve failed sometimes.

It’s too much.

“I need time to think.” You all but run out of the door, and you think the chair falls with the force of your escape, but your heart is beating too fast for you to be certain. Sweat that had dried reappears at your hairline, beading and dripping down your face. You sit on the floor, clutching at your chest as you’re bombarded by the most horrifying images that not even the strongest of sleeping pills can shake. Your eyes squeeze shut and someone is calling your name. Not Butterscotch, but the name that heinous monster chose for you when you were still in your mother’s womb.

But even that turns out to be a hallucination, your head in your hands as you hear a familiar voice call to you.

“Butterface…is the idea of being married to me that bad?” You freeze. Bucky is here, why is Bucky here? You look up to be met with him crouching by your side, Tony on the other with a hand on your shoulder, and Fury standing tall. There is not a single hint of disappointment on his face, and you’re glad.

You turn to Tony. “You know…you know what…I can’t. You know why….Tony…” His face morphs into one of intense melancholia, pulling you into him. Ever since you started working more closely together with Bucky, he’s become something of a big brother to you — overly protective and affectionately annoying.

“I know, kid. You know what? Screw this, I’ll find some other agent who looks close to you to take over with Barnes.” His voice finally calms you down, and you take in deep breaths.

You can’t win them all. You’ll have to make some sacrifices. You pull away from Tony’s arms, not even daring to glance at Bucky. He doesn’t need to see what you look like when you’re vulnerable, because you know he will do everything in his power to bring you to such a state once again, just to hurt you.

You take several deep breaths.

“No. You and Fury have said it yourself, so many times. Nobody works better with James than I do, at least not in the field. My burning hatred for him is completely personal. I— I can do it. It’s just…I probably would’ve been fine but it got brought up and it was all I could really think about and then…it just sent me over the edge. But if Barnes promises to not be as big of an asshole as he usually is, I can make it work.�� You don’t even risk a glance at him.

“I won’t be. I’ll behave. Plus, you are a lot more tolerable out on the field, so it shouldn’t be so hard. Promise, it’ll all be okay.” His tone sounds so…sincere? What on earth is up with him today? You spare him a glance, and his eyes shine brilliantly blue. And you believe him.

Bucky Barnes may be an asshole, but he would never lie to you. Especially when it concerns a mission, where miscommunications and secrets have consequences for people outside the both of you. He has at least this sense of loyalty about him.

“Alright. Guess I better get packing for Claremont, then.”

NEXT PART

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steddie-island · 6 months

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Mutually Beneficial

After seeing this art by @2jihiir0, inspiration struck and I wrote a thing. This isn't what I usually write, I hope I did your art justice and that you like it as much as Steve likes Eddie being a little mean. 😅 Words: 1,237 | Rating: E | Tags: Age gap (Older Eddie Munson, Younger Steve Harrington), Mean dom Eddie, Choking, Possessive Eddie Munson, Top Eddie Munson, Bottom Steve Harrington See ao3 for full list of tags

“Oh my god –”

It had started innocently enough, with Steve getting kicked out as soon as he’d graduated and with Eddie Munson, town outcast, advertising a room for rent and a kid who needed a sitter. Moving in would be mutually beneficial.

"Eddie, please–”

The trailer was different from what Steve was used to. The water heater was always on the fritz, it leaked when it rained, and sometimes it smelled like weed and whiskey, but the rent was cheap, his bed was comfortable, and Eddie’s kid was an angel. The sweetest little girl with big brown eyes and a head full of curls that matched her daddy’s. Steve loved her, loved watching Eddie with her and seeing how his whole demeanor changed when she was awake. He was a Doberman and she was the person he would cut the world down at the knees for. He looked at her so fucking tenderly.

Sometimes Steve caught Eddie looking at him like that, all soft and tender. When he was feeding Rhiannon, or when Eddie would come back from a business deal (Steve wasn’t stupid, he had his suspicions about what went on but he wouldn’t ask. He just knew Eddie left with an empty wallet and returned with a big wad of cash) to find the two of them reading on the couch together.

Eddie’s eyes didn’t stay soft like that when it was just the two of them. When they were alone his gaze would go almost sharklike as he sat back against the couch and watched every move Steve made.

Steve would catch him, would flush hot from head to toe. And maybe someone else would’ve seen it as a red flag, as a caution sign, but Steve had never been very good at listening to the warning labels.

It came to a head one night while Steve was cleaning up the kitchen after Rhiannon had been put to bed. He didn’t have to catch Eddie to know those dark eyes were on him, he could feel it like a physical pressure between his shoulder blades. And then it wasn’t just those eyes he could feel. It was big hands on his slim hips, Eddie’s chest against his back.

“You’re a pretty thing when you get all pink and shy,” Eddie had murmured. He smelled like the whiskey he’d been sipping since before dinner. “I keep wondering how far down your blush goes…”

Steve’s knees had nearly given out as Eddie’s fingers slipped under his t-shirt, then down beneath the waistband of his pajama bottoms. “I got a feeling it goes all… the way… down.” His hand, so rough and big and hot , wrapped around Steve’s dick, made him whimper with how tight his grip was.

A kiss was pressed to his throat while Eddie’s thumbnail caught at his slit, making his hips jerk.

“Pretty thing, why don’t you let me find out for myself, hmm? You take care of me… and I’ll take care of you.” As if to prove his point, Eddie had hit his knees. He’d bent Steve over the counter, had licked him long and deep and made him come twice with his mouth and his fingers, all before Eddie’s dick was ever inside of him.

Really, how was Steve supposed to argue with that?

“Use your words, sweet boy,” Eddie murmured. He was sitting with his arms spread across the back of the couch. His pants were open, his tanktop rucked up to show off the tattoos over his stomach.

And Steve was fucking himself down onto that thick cock.

“Please– oh god, please –”

“You said that already. Please what, baby?” Eddie threaded his fingers into Steve’s hair, tugged in a way that made Steve whimper and his dick twitch against his belly. “I told you we have to make it quick. Can’t make it quick if you don’t use your words and ask for what you need, huh?”

Steve bit down another sound as he tried to lean forward, to get his mouth on Eddie’s. “Touch me,” he begged. Just having Eddie inside of him wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough and Eddie knew that. “Don’t be mean–” “Angel, we both know you like it when I’m a little mean.” Eddie’s hand slipped down to Steve’s shoulder blade, to one of the deep bruises he’d left as he’d pounded Steve into the mattress the night before. “Don’t you?” “Ed–” Steve gasped as Eddie’s hand dropped down from his back and between his asscheeks. He was loose, open, had already taken Eddie twice that morning, too, and had the mess left in his underwear as proof. It was so easy for Eddie to shift just a little and have a finger sliding in right alongside his cock. “That what you wanted, pretty thing?” Eddie snapped his hips up once and Steve had to catch himself against Eddie’s chest. “God, look at you. So fucking greedy. So desperate for it, aren’t you?”

“Yes–” Steve was sobbing. He felt rattled, exposed, stretched so fucking wide in a way that only Eddie had ever done to him. “Please– more–” Eddie’s other hand was on his throat then, squeezing until Steve could barely get a sound out, until his eyes were rolling into the back of his head from how goddamn overwhelming this was. “I told you to be quiet, didn’t I?” Teeth dragged over Steve’s jaw, down below his ear. “It’s like you want the whole world to hear what I’m doin’ to you, like you want them to know how much you like being a slut for me, huh? How much you like being mine ?” Steve could only nod and rock that much harder. Too much, too fucking much and yet not enough to push him over the edge– Eddie slipped a second finger inside and drove up hard again, again, steady thrusts that hit his prostate and had sparks going off in Steve’s brain. He could only sit there and take it, take everything this beautiful monster of a man wanted to give him and then some.

“Are you gonna be quiet if I let go?” Eddie asked. “Are you gonna be my good boy?” Steve nodded. Eddie’s fingers loosened. And with a stifled, broken cry, Steve arched his back as his orgasm rushed through him so hard it almost fucking hurt. Eddie’s fingers were out of his body, a hand was in his hair to guide his face into Eddie’s neck. He smelled like sweat and whiskey, and being pressed there muffled the noises Steve made as Eddie fucked into him roughly again.

Eddie barely made a sound as he spilled into Steve’s body for the third time.

They sat there, letting sweat and tears and come dry on their skin, until Steve had stopped shaking and could formulate a full sentence. Eddie would kiss him, tell him how sweet he was before he found Steve’s underwear and track shorts where they’d been thrown aside. When Steve’s legs regained feeling he would get his clothes on.

Eddie would tuck his cock away.

And before Steve was allowed to settle back down with his legs in Eddie’s lap, two more tally marks would have to be added to their ongoing count. One, in pencil, to the wallpaper behind the couch. And one in permanent marker to the inside of Steve’s thigh.

A brand for the two of them– for Eddie – to see.

#Steddie fic #Steddie ficlet #Steddie #Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson #kintsugi_kid ao3

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luvyeni · 5 months

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SEX FASHION AND GUITARS — chapter 28. release party !

𐙚 pairings. rockstar!jaemin x stylist!reader

synopsis. l/n y/n fashion major and photographer on the side who says what she wants, na jaemin music major and lead guitar player for underground band DREAM. After yn forgets her to change her account and says something that catches the eye of jaemin she tries to ignore him — expect thanks to chenle she now works for them.

word count. 1877

SMUT WARNING !!

Jaemins social battery had officially burned out; he sat in the booth of the club, nursing his drink; his picture hung up all over the club, watching his friends bask in all the attention they were receiving— half these people they didn’t really know, but when you tell people there’s free alcohol then it’s bound to be crowed.

Jaemin didn’t want to get to know the girls that were coming up to him— a few months ago, their sultry voice’s and little clothing would’ve peaked his interest; however his eyes were glued to only one person, you; but you were too busy dancing with jeno to even notice.

“you look like a loser.” Chenle came over, sitting down. “how you figure?” he scoffed, taking a sip of your drink. “you’re also stupid.” He rolled his eyes. “did you come over to insult me?” chenle shook his head. “im just saying, you’re not even trying, she came here, she looks hot as fuck.” He glared at the boy. “oh calm down, she’s my best friend I can say what I want.”

“anyways she looks good, and you’re sitting here like a loser just watching.” chenle said. “if you don’t take her home tonight, I think you should just give up, let jeno do it.” Chenle smirked watching the boys nose flare up. “seems like he’s close to anyway look.” He could see jeno’s hands low on your hip. “you’re annoying.” He turned to the younger boy. “but im right.”

chenle was scooped up by jisung dragging him away, leaving the boy alone again, still watching you; the more he watched you dance with jeno, the more jealous he became— and the more that damned skirt became see through. “shit.” He grunted, sitting his drink down on the table, standing up; hoping his growing boner isn’t showing — making his way over to you.

“why are you trying to get me killed by jaemin?” jeno questioned. “what makes you say that.” He put his hand on your waist. “you’re looking this good, im not gonna lie— and I know you can feel him staring at you.” He saw right through you. “so why not just go up to him.” You smiled. “because why not?” he shook his head. “you know he really likes you, he just doesn’t know how to verbally tell you.”

“so he’s a coward?” you questioned, he laughed. “yes, but he means well.” jeno said. “besides we both know you’d rather be with him than me, because you keep looking past me and if you continue to do so im gonna kill myself.” He said stepping back, turning around. “just on time, he’s coming over here.” He went to walk away. “have fun.” He smirked walking away.

“you scared him away.” you tilted your head, he knew you were teasing him. “good.” Before you could say something, he grabbed your waist pulling you close to him. “cause I love the guy, but he was pissing me off.” he looked at your skirt. “your skirt is really sheer, anybody could see something if they looked hard enough.” He squeezed your waist, smirking when you bit your lip. “I don’t think anyone is paying attention to me like that.”

Your hands came up to the nape of his neck, he grunted upon feeling you tug at his roots. “please princess, I could see it the moment you walked in here, all the eyes on you.” He said, you chuckled. “you seem jealous.”

“why wouldn’t i?” you could hear his voice deepen. “they’re staring at what’s mine.” His nose was pressed against yours. “what’s yours?” you questioned teasingly. “don’t remember you asking.”

Having enough of this push and pull, he gripped your waist, a small whimper falling from waist, and that’s all he needed. “we’re getting out of here.” He said. “now?” you questioned. “im not fucking you the bathroom of a club.” You felt a tingle below. “we’re going back to mines.”

The damn taxi couldn’t get there faster; saying your goodbye— jaemin not really caring, he was ready to take you back to his apartment. “the taxi is here.” He grabbed your hand— dragging you outside the club, opening the door to the car, letting you get in first; secretly cause he wanted to get a peek at your ass. “fuck, your skirt really is see through.”

You smirked as he got into car after you. “you can’t wear this anymore.” You felt his hand in between your thighs. “ja-jaemin stop.” You whispered. “why, you getting turned on?” it was his turn to smirk, pressing his lips against your temple. “you know this reminds me of the first time we ever left together.” You clenched your thighs together. “dirty girl, thinking about me fucking you again.” You prayed the driver didn’t hear. “don’t worry princess, we’re almost to minds, I can tell you’re getting wet.”

A few minutes later your misery was over; you had pulled up in front of jaemins apartment complex; he paid the driver, helping you out of the car, he stayed close to you so no one was looking at your skirt; that he swore he was gonna burn after tonight— cause after tonight you’d be his.

He didn’t even wait for the elevator door to shut, before his lips was on yours, pushing you against the wall. “j-jaemin , just can’t wait.” He dry laughed. “you’re breathless and panting in my ear, and im the problem.” His hand crept up your top— but the door open. “lets go.”

He pulled you down the hall to his apartment, hurriedly unlocking his door; his cock desperate to be touched as he pushed the door open, pulling you in, pushing up against the door. “fuck I finally got you to myself.”

You both didn’t even bother taking your shoes off, going at it until you got to the room; you got control for a second, pushing him down on the bed, sinking to your knees. “sh-shit princess, you look fucking sexy down there.” He lifted his hips, letting you pull his pants down. “so eager to have my cock in your mouth.” He hissed as he felt the cold air on his length. “you missed it that much?” you kissed his cock, his precum coating your lips, he sighed.

You wrapped your lips around his red mushroom tip sucking. “oh fuck!” he gripped the sheets. “keep going baby, keep sucking my cock.” you slowly went down on him, the tip of his cock kissing the back of your throat. “fuck, I missed your mouth so much.” You felt his hand tangling up in your hair. “come on princess -fuck- I know you can take it all the way.”

He pushed your head all the way down, your nose pressed against his abdomen; your throat tightening a his cock. “oh shit , keep sucking me baby, im gonna cum.” He grunted. “fuck im gonna cum.” he gripped the shits. “shit im cumming!”

You hummed around his cock, feeling his cum coat the back of your throat with a whimper like moan— pulling off him. “there we go, be a good girl and swallow it.” His cock twitching as he watched you swallow, sticking your tongue out, letting him tap his cock on your tongue. “perfect.”

He pulled you up into a kiss, your poor cunt begging to be touched. “this fucking skirt.” He growled against your lips. “who told you to wear this out?” he pulled the skirt down. “w-wore it for you.” You pouted, he smiled. “yeah?” he threw the fabric across the room, leaving you in your black panties. “wanted to show that pretty ass off for me.” He pushed your legs open, your cunt on display. “look at you, making such a mess.” He pinched your ass. “jaemin, fuck.” You moaned.

He slid your panties to the side. “look at your poor cunt, so wet, begging to be touched.” you sighed feeling his fingers on your slit. “so sensitive, been a while since someone touched this pretty pussy hasn’t it?” you moaned, nodding— even with hanbin, you both hadn’t even had sex, wanting to wait. “good, it’s mine, no one else should be touching it.”

You moaned as he slid his fingers inside. “fuck you sound so pretty.” He huffed, moving his fingers. “gonna stretch you out before i fuck you.” He slowly adding another one, using his thumb to rub your clit. “cum for me princess, make a mess on my fingers.”

You called out his name, letting your orgasm wash over you, legs twitching as he came. “jaemin , shit!” you squeaked as he pulled his fingers out, putting them into mouth before wrapping them around his length, stroking it before slapping it on your clit, slipping inside your warm waiting cunt. “shit, you’re so fucking tight.”

You moaned as cock dragged along your wall; pulling out— a scream involuntarily leaving your lips as he slammed back into you, a curse leaving his mouth; rocking his hips. “shit, I fucking love your pussy.” His hips slapping against yours, the sounds of your dripping cunt and your moans bouncing off the walls as he slammed into your cunt. “fuck keep clenching around me.”

“oh my god.” You gasped as his cock hit a certain spot. “jaemin fuck!” he fucked into that spot over and over. “fuck jaemin im gonna cum soon, please keep going.” He sped up, his hands coming up to your shirt, squeezing your boobs, pushing your knee up, hitting a different spot that made you see stars. “fuck im cumming!” you screamed, legs twitching as you came. “oh fuck let up princess, you’re too tight — gonna cum again.”

He could feel his orgasm approaching, your cunt squeezing his cock like a vice. “sh-shit, shit im cumming.” You felt his cock twitch twice before feeling his cum coat your walls. “oh fuck.” He sighed, holding himself up, looking down at you as you breath. “fuck princess.” He huffed. “you tired me out.”

You rolled your eyes; not liking that he rolled his hip, you whined due to overstimulation. “st-stop it.” You moaned. “m'sorry.” He smirked. “I’ll leave you alone for now princess.” You hissed as he slowly pulled out, watching his cum leak out after him. “so fucking hot.”

After laying there for about 15 minutes in silence, he turned to you, kissing your temple. “mine.” He whispered. “all of you.” He pulled out close. “is mine.”

you flipped your body around, so that your chin was resting on his chest. “I really should make you work for it na jaemin.” You teased. “should make you get on your knees and gravel.” He smirked. “I’ll get on my knees alright, but I won’t be graveling while im down there.” You felt his hand, coming dangerously close to your heat. “no you aren’t touching me down there anymore tonight I am exhausted.”

He sat up. “fine , let’s get you in the shower first, and then get you something to eat because sex and alcohol is quite literally barbaric to go to sleep on.” He helped you up. “look at you being a gentleman for once” he shrugged, kissing your lips, pulling away with a cheeky smile.

“that’s because you changed me.”

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fictionalcharactersaremypassion · 12 days

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He's Here, He's Staying

“This movie fucking sucks,” Mickey complained. “You couldn’t have picked something better, Raggedy Ann?”

“It doesn’t suck,” Debbie said while Carl voiced his agreement with Mickey. “It’s a classic.”

“It’s shit,” he said flatly.

“Well, if you wanted something different, you should’ve said so instead of saying I don’t know every time I asked,” Debbie huffed.

“Like you would’ve listened,” Carl muttered, who’d made his displeasure for the film loud and clear.

“Oh, shut up, Carl! Like your idea was any better.”

Mickey propped his feet on the coffee table, needing to change the position of his legs.

“Fiona hates it when you do that,” Carl informed him.

“Not my fucking problem,” Mickey replied, though they all knew he’d lower them back down to the floor once she stopped screaming at Sammi in the other room.

The woman was getting her ass handed to her after a remark she’d made regarding Ian. Fiona had come home and flipped her shit after Debbie told her what Sammi had said when they were clearing up the dinner table.

“Ian, did you take your meds?”

The kitchen was quiet besides the sounds Liam made. Ian was in the midst of wiping down his brother’s shirt, and no one knew if he was ignoring the question or simply hadn’t heard.

“Why are you asking?” Debbie said snidely.

Mickey had to force himself to stay calm. He bit down on his tongue, focusing all his attention on the soft smile Ian wore, while Liam giggled about the “oopsie” he’d made.

“I just don’t want to see him have another one of his crazy episodes,” Sammi said matter-of-factly.

And that was when Mickey saw red.

“The fuck did you just say?” He snarled, coming over into her space.

Debbie and Carl rushed to his side to stop him from doing something he’d regret.

Probably not regret, but he got the point.

“Ian’s not crazy,” Mickey said through grit teeth.

“I didn’t say he was-”

“Shut up, Sammi!” Debbie snapped.

Mickey had wanted to say fuck it and take Ian out for a while but even though this was one of Ian’s better days, it was probably for the best to stay here.

It was Debbie’s idea to watch a movie. So that’s what they did, piling into the living room for some shitty early 2000s film that she chose.

The TV had to be turned up several times. Sammi tried to defend herself but Fiona was not having it. That’s what he liked about the oldest Gallagher; she didn’t take anyone’s shit.

Ian’s head laid on his shoulder. Mickey still struggled with openly showing his boyfriend affection in front of others, even though he came to realize that none of the Gallaghers cared about his sexuality, so this time he’d tentatively wrapped his other arm around Ian, pulling him in closer.

He glanced in the direction of the kitchen where it was still going on. “Jesus,” he muttered. He was starting to get a headache. He couldn’t even tell if Ian was really paying attention to the TV or not. “Ay, Gallagher?”

“What?” Ian mumbled.

“You doing okay?” Mickey said softly.

“I’m fine,” Ian sounded tired.

“You sure? We can go upstairs if you want. Unless you want to watch this pink shit.” Debbie spared him a glare for his remark.

Ian smiled very slightly. “We can go upstairs.”

“Fine by me,” Mickey waited until Ian peeled himself off of him to stand. “We’re going to bed. Tell me if anything good happens.”

Debbie opened her mouth and he knew what was going to come out.

“With your bitch of a sister, not the damn movie.”

The younger Gallagher’s snickered. Mickey flipped them both off, trying to suppress a smile of his own.

“Let’s go, Red,” Mickey spotted him yawning into his forearm.

“Kay,” Ian muttered sleepily.

They went up the stairs towards the boys room. Before they went in, he’d clasped a hand on Ian’s shoulder. Now that they were alone, he felt compelled to reassure his boyfriend, needed him to know that Sammi didn’t know what the fuck she was talking about.

“Ian,” he said, pausing to consider what he was about to say. “Sammi’s a bitch. You ain’t crazy. You know that, right?”

Those eyes of Ian’s that used to hold so much light were dull now, tired. He mustered up a tiny smile that Mickey wanted to believe was genuine. “Yeah.”

“I’m serious, man. She doesn’t know shit.”

Mickey’s arms looped around Ian for a hug, whose face was leaning on his shoulder.

He’d never tell anyone but it broke his goddamn heart to see Ian like this.

“Let’s go lay down,” Mickey whispered, even though there was no need to. “Kay?”

Ian nodded without a word. He let Mickey guide him in there, sitting down on the edge of the bed, his face still blank. Mickey opened the drawers, taking out a pair of sweatpants for his boyfriend to change into.

“You been wearin’ those for two days now. Let’s get these on you.”

“I just want to lay down, Mick,” Ian said quietly.

“Then let me put ‘em on you.”

“I don’t need you to play nurse for me,” Ian wasn’t looking at him anymore, his eyes fell to the floor. But this wasn’t out of annoyance like he sometimes felt whenever he thought Mickey or somebody else was nagging him, but rather shame.

And well, fuck, Mickey could understand that. He wouldn’t want anyone to treat him like this either.

“Hey,” he placed two fingers under Ian’s chin, gently pulling his face up. “Look, I know this ain’t easy for you, relying on people and shit; but I’m doing this because I want to, alright?”

Ian snorted, quietly and deprecatingly. “You didn’t sign up for this. You should go, find someone who isn’t so fucked up in the head.”

Mickey’s stomach lurched at the out Ian was giving him. He was too far gone now, and there was no way in hell he was leaving. “Shut the fuck up,” he bent down to kiss Ian’s hair. “You were fucked up in the head long before any of this bipolar shit started.”

This drew out a more genuine laugh from Ian, however slight it might have been.

“And don’t try to give me anymore damn outs, Gallagher. I ain’t going anywhere, alright?” I’m already in this.

Ian’s face had fallen again. “Mickey-”

“You want me to go?” He said, coming off as casual despite the way his heart hammered in his chest. I can’t lose you.

Ian lifted his head, meeting Mickey’s eyes. “No,” he admitted. “But you shouldn’t have to stay with someone like me.”

“There ain’t no should, Red,” Mickey needed him to understand this. “I’m stayin’ cause I want to.”

I fuckin’ love you

Fucking terrified him how much he meant it. As much as he used to deny it, pretending he and Ian weren’t anything more than fuck buddies, it was impossible to do that anymore.

“You-” Mickey’s voice got thick, “you gotta know that, Ian.”

He just sat there looking lost, not saying anything for the longest time.

“Okay.”

It was barely above a whisper. His face was so blank, yet so expressive all at the same time. But what mattered the most was how much he seemed like he wanted to believe Mickey meant what he said. If it had to take time for him to realize that then so be it.

“Okay,” Mickey repeated, a smile emerging. “Think you can get into these pants, Red, or you want help?”

“Help me.” It was a lot for Ian to say, Mickey was damn proud of him.

“Alright.”

The process was slow but Mickey didn’t push him anymore than necessary. Within a minute or two, Ian was in some fresh clothes, now laying on the bed, eyes shut but merely resting.

Mickey climbed in there too, brushing a few pieces of Ian’s hair out of his face.

Go to sleep, he thought, watching Ian’s chest rise and fall in spite of the chaos going on downstairs. You don’t need to hear anymore of that shit show.

For a couple of minutes, or it might have been longer, it was just the two of them in their own little world. Ian fell asleep, his head rolled over into Mickey’s space.

With one hand on Ian’s cheek, he softly kissed the redhead’s forehead.

Laying here was starting to make him sleepy, so Mickey let himself get comfortable, soon to be lulled to sleep by the warmth and unique smell of Ian radiating towards him. Except just when he was on the verge of nodding off, he felt a small hand shaking his arm.

It was the littlest Gallagher. A blanket was over his head, with only his face peeking out of it. His big brown eyes were wide, not that he could blame him with all the ruckus going on.

“Ay, kid,” Mickey carefully sat up so he wouldn’t jostle Ian and wake him up. “What are you doing in here?”

“I’m scared,” Liam whispered. “I want Ian.”

Well shit. Mickey glanced at his boyfriend, then back at the kid. He wasn’t really equipped to handle kid things. Wasn’t like he had much experience with his own kid. Ian did more of that than he ever did. He’d try, though. Liam was pretty easy going, hardly ever cried and shit. It was better for Ian to sleep, he probably wasn’t much up for being his brother’s comforter anyway.

“Let’s go over there,” Mickey pointed at Carl’s empty bed. He laid a hand on the kid’s back, gently easing him over there. Sitting down with his back against the wall, he intended for the kid to be beside him but Liam had other plans. He crawled into Mickey’s lap, gripping his shirt with tiny fists.

It threw him off at first, just for a second or two. He quickly recovered, focusing his attention on the four year old who was currently staring up at him like Mickey could stop all the yelling from happening.

Something shattered down below. Probably a plate or something, he guessed. Liam jumped, whimpering.

This is probably the part where he should comfort him.

“Uh,” Mickey said awkwardly, tentatively patting him on the back, “it’s okay, Liam. You’re good.”

Eh, not good. Kid was shaking a bit. Fuck.

Liam's face was in his chest now, seeking comfort that Mickey didn’t know if he could give.

Shit, Mickey thought.

He remembered back before all the bipolar shit took over, there’d been one night Yev was screaming his head off. Ian got out of bed to take care of him and didn’t come back for some time. At some point, it stopped, but Ian still hadn’t come back to bed so by than, Mickey slid out and went to find him.

Ian was standing, holding Yev in his arms, murmuring to him, a hand rubbing up and down his back.

Maybe he could channel some of that for Liam.

“Ay, Liam,” he whispered, and the kid peeked up at him, still holding onto Mickey with a death grip around his middle, “it’s okay.”

“Fi’s mad,” Liam’s eyes were watery.

“Yeah,” he conceded, “but she ain’t mad at you. Your sister’s just trying to defend Ian from that crazy bitch.”

For obvious reasons, Liam couldn’t care less about that part. He sniffled, pressing himself into Mickey more if that was possible. “I don’t like it when she’s mad.”

For a moment, he didn’t see Little Gallagher anymore but rather himself.

This whole thing made him remember, all too vividly, of his own childhood when he used to hide under the covers to block out the noise of Terry and Laura screaming at each other. Beer bottles crashing into the wall, furniture turned over, doors slammed shut. Unlike Liam, he never had anyone to make it all better. If he wouldn't have gotten teased by his brothers for being a pussy, Mickey would’ve went to them for comfort. But in the Milkovich household, you didn’t do things like that, even if you were a literal child.

“Yeah...” He muttered. “I get it.”

He hoped Liam was starting to settle down by now, that hope was thwarted when a heavy crash was heard from down there. It was so loud, so sudden, that even Mickey flinched. It definitely frightened Liam; he started to cry a little and the last thing Mickey wanted was for Ian to wake up from all this noise. But by some miracle, Ian stayed asleep, not even stirring.

Mickey still didn’t know what the fuck he was doing, so he adjusted them both, letting Liam lean one side of his face against his chest so he could cover his other ear with his hand to muffle out all the noise coming up there.

Well, it must not have been that much of a shitty idea. Liam, though still somewhat tense, relaxed a bit now that he wasn’t listening to anymore screaming. Mickey didn’t hear him sniffling either so it was a fucking win as far as he was concerned.

Liam yawned softly. Must have been past the kid’s bedtime. With any luck he’d go to sleep.

“Go to sleep, Kid,” Mickey muttered, not knowing if Liam heard him or not. “I got ya.”

He didn’t know how long it was, his phone was elsewhere, probably downstairs still, but eventually Liam was slumped against him, sound asleep.

And it was okay. He’d never had much experience with little kids before him, before Yev, so had this been months prior, he never would’ve believed himself to be capable of being here in this moment comforting him.

At some point, his eyelids fluttered shut. He didn’t stir until he felt Liam being carefully taken out of his arms.

“Wha-”

Fiona hovered above him, adjusting a sleepy Liam in her arms. “Hey,” she whispered. “Sammi’s gone. I went to check on Liam and found him here. Was he okay?”

Mickey rubbed his face, trying to wake himself up. “Yeah,” he said, biting back a yawn. “He was kinda scared but he’s alright.”

Fiona smiled at Liam. “Did Mickey make you feel better?”

Liam nodded, smiling shyly at him before turning to bury his face in her neck.

Mickey couldn’t help but flush.

“Thanks,” she told him with a warm smile. “Really appreciate you doin’ that.”

“Eh, it was nothing.”

“You’re a good guy, Mickey,” she said with a fleeting glance at Ian. “He doing okay?”

“He’s gettin’ there. Didn’t wake up once.”

“That’s good,” she let out a breath. “We’re gonna need some new dishes. Sammi destroyed quite a few of them.”

“Fucking lunatic.”

“You’re telling me,” Fiona rolled her eyes, then said to Liam. “Time for bed, Buddy. Tell Mickey goodnight.”

He didn’t do that, however, but he did extend his arms towards him.

“Wanna hug,” he said.

This surprised Mickey, but he didn't have time to dwell on that. Fiona disposed of the kid into his lap so Liam could throw his arms around his neck. Mickey reciprocated, feeling self conscious now that she was watching them.

“Night, Mickey,” Liam whispered.

“Uh, night, Kid.”

The light that came into the room was abruptly taken away by the shut door. Mickey sat there, taking in what just happened, a warmth pooling in his stomach that filled him completely.

“Mmm, Mickey?” A soft groan was heard from the other side of the room.

Ian was only half awake, turning over and expecting him to be right there next to him.

Mickey slid off Carl’s bed to go back to Ian’s, curling into his side. “Ay, go back to sleep, Red,” he said, a fond smile tugging at his lips. “I’m here. Not gonna leave you.”

#shameless #gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #liam gallagher #carl gallagher #debbie gallagher #fiona gallagher #ian and mickey #ian x mickey #shameless fanfiction

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writerpey · 8 months

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Regressor!Ellie Williams Headcanons

I’ve loved tlou literally forever, and I decided to finally write something about little ellie because tlou 2 remastered just released! I wanted to write about how ellie first started regressing & how the people in her life embraced that side of her. I have more of 17-20ish yr old ellie in mind, but if you only like the show there’s no major spoilers in here for season 2!

After David, Ellie was never the same again. He took the last of her childhood and innocence from her in the blink of an eye, and she was left with an unexplainable hurt that settled deep within her chest. As Joel scooped her up and pressed a kiss to her forehead after everything happened, she had a longing to feel that way when everything felt like it was too much.

Getting used to living in the safety of Jackson was tough for Ellie. She was used to being on guard for all of her life, the QZ a gruelling place to grow up for a little girl, let alone the harshness of the journey her and Joel took across the States.

She first started regressing a year after settling in Jackson. Things were different when she began to let go of the guard she constantly had up, and movie nights with Joel were one of many instances that made her feel small. When he put an old VCR that played cartoons on one night, she sat in quiet awe, eyes wide and sparkling at the images onscreen. Joel noticed, of course, his heart lifting with bittersweet memories of Sarah cross-legged in front of the TV on Saturday mornings.

Cartoons became a regular basis for the pair, and as the weeks passed Joel noticed a pointed change in Ellie. Her familiar humour and giggles, which he hadn’t heard since David, made a noticeable return. Ellie started to show up on Joel’s back porch, fingers twisting in her shirt, asking if he had found any more to watch.

As time went on, Ellie became less hesitant about this part of herself that she had tucked away for so long. Sometimes Tommy would show up to her little shed in Joel’s backyard, new Savage Starlight comics in his arms as she practically vibrated on the spot and thanked him with a hug that nearly knocked him over.

Her regression is in general is a very unspoken but known thing. Ellie doesn’t have any word for it, but as she grows into her inherent little-ness, she is always aware of how much Joel, Tommy, and Maria encourage and help her through the way she’s feeling. That’s not to say every moment is perfect— for one, she felt like Joel was watching over her too much as she got older. She started ranting to Dina about how there was some secret plot between Joel and Tommy to keep her away from Jackson’s regular patrols, and it turned out she was right.

Just because I get… That way sometimes, doesn’t mean I can’t take care of myself! You need to trust me.

Then Ellie, you need to tell me when you’re feelin’ younger. I can’t be sure unless you make it clear to me.

After a while, Ellie learned to tell Joel when she felt small. Once she was busy on her gardening shift at the greenhouses and couldn’t focus on the task at hand. Jesse was in her ear talking about Dina, the shift manager was frowning at how slow she was repotting tomatoes, and Ellie threw her gloves off and left in a frazzled hurry. She found Joel at the Tipsy Bison eating lunch, and practically threw herself into the chair across from him, crossing her arms over her chest.

I’m all— I’m all… My head’s all fuzzy today.

Joel quirked an eyebrow at her and set his fork down. Y’need some takin’ care of, then?

Ellie sunk low in her chair as if to physically escape from the conversation. If she wasn’t so conscious of how small she felt, she would’ve slid all the way down and hid under the table to get away from the fact that Joel was making her admit to her regression. … Yeah.

Ain’t you supposed to be workin’ your shift right now? C’mon girl, let’s get you back there. I’ll help and then we can read some of those comics you like so much together.

Ellie reached out and took Joel’s hand as they went back to the greenhouses together, tucking herself in close to his side. Jesse ruffled her hair upon her return, and she slapped his hand away and shot daggers at him with her eyes.

Maria and Ellie took to cooking together at times when the girl felt small but Joel was busy with town duties. Ellie wasn’t allowed to measure any ingredients—not after she assumed salt made everything taste better and dumped a whole bunch into the soup Maria left to simmer. But Maria, ever patient and kind, tasked Ellie to stir and mix whatever they cook or bake.

Ellie loves to spend time with Tommy, too. When her anxiety spikes and she’s full of energy that has her bouncing on the spot, Tommy is the best person to help her work out her energy. Little Ellie loves a good game of tag, the simplicity of chasing Tommy around outside bringing a warm and happy flush to her cheeks. Competitive in nature, Ellie really makes him run, catching on immediately if he’s let her win on purpose. She also gets very pouty and fussy when Joel refuses to join their games of tag, saying he’s too old for that kind of thing anymore.

Dina, on the other hand, brings out a softer side of Ellie when she’s regressed. Tender touches from the girl and kisses on the cheek make Ellie’s heart race, and she catches herself feeling small when she doesn’t expect to around Dina. Dina gifted Ellie a plush giraffe when they started dating, and Ellie immediately started sniffling, touched by the gesture and unaware that Dina had known about how she felt small sometimes.

Hey, hey, don’t cry. What, you don’t like it? Should I take it back? Dina had gently teased, only to be met with a teary and insistent sentence that no, Ellie loved it!

Ellie brought the giraffe to her next movie night with Joel. He wanted to cry too, but smiled warmly at her and kissed the crown of her head, pulling her into an embrace that she had gotten used to over the years.

Now ain’t that somethin’, Ellie. Y’give it a name?

Ellie gasped. You can do that?

#tlou agere #sfw agere #tlou fic #tlou #the last of us #the last of us agere #ellie williams #ellie williams headcanons #age regression #little!ellie williams

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littlenahsstuff · 15 days

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Can you plz do a Bridget x reader??? Perhaps super fluffy. Like a sunshine x grumpy trope?

Without baking soda

Bridget x reader.

You are making something for Bridget and suck at it but she can’t refuse you.

Warnings: not proofread! Sorry this is so short!

Word count: ~800 words

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Bridget was the best at almost anything she set her mind to, baking, baking was where she really could shine. Y/n didn’t know why out of all the ways to be a supportive girlfriend, she chose Bridget’s thing. She would just huff and say it was more personal. That she wanted to prove to Bridget she could do more than-

“Sit there and look pretty.”

Of course Bridget didn’t mean it, that Y/n couldn’t, but she still wanted to be a help. So, to prove that, Y/n would make muffins. They didn’t require any fancy filling or frosting and she always saw her mom making them when she was younger, it looked easy!

“Add… what’s a tsp?” She muttered to herself. She needed to add salt. She stood there for about five minutes trying to figure out what the cookbook people meant. She was about to give up at the start when she remembered the tiny tools also had labels on them for the amounts. So far she had sugar and flour, maybe too much of each but those required the bigger tiny tools. She quickly went onto the next thing… baking powder. Again using the tsp spoon thing.

You’d think she would’ve remembered from all her times watching Bridget bake but then again, all she was doing while Bridget was baking was gaze lovingly at her girlfriend’s face.

Okay then, “baking soda?” She puzzled. “Wait but what the hell’s the difference?” Y/n, prior to baking had gotten all of her supplies ready… except she forgot the baking soda.

“Is it like- baking powder and soda maybe, I don’t remember seeing anything…” Y/n glanced at her drink…a ginger ale. “No… it couldn’t be…” she got the brilliant idea, just a splash of soda in baking powder aught to make baking soda.

So she put just a dabble of ginger ale in her baking powder. It started bubbling but stopped.

“Perfect!” She said. Y/n went through the rest of the directions practically perfectly. the oven was the right temperature, she was extra careful with the butter and oil. She was doing great. She thought so too… until they came out of the oven rock solid. They still were delicious, but far too crunchy for anyone’s liking.

Nevertheless, she wanted to give them to Bridget, how much she wanted to changed.

She went on her grumpy little way to Bridget’s dorm, each step making her rethink the whole thing. Poor thing shook the whole way.

She knocked on the door. Bridget had said she didn’t have to, but it was always a safe measure.

“Come in!” The door creaks open and closed. Bridget gets up off of her bed and skips over to you, her arms wrap around you.

“Hi there,” you say. Your cheeks heating up.

“Hi!” She looks down. “Ooh what are these?” She points to the covered tray. You shrug.

“Um, just something I made for you” Y/n mumble, looking away. Bridget smiles and squeals.

She’s practically buzzing, “oh my, for me?” Y/n coughs, rubbing the back of her neck with one hand.

“Well… don’t get too excited, they’re not the prettiest. And um, I didn’t try them.” She laughs bitterly. Bridget smile softens. She takes the tray from you.

She unwraps them and while her frown doesn’t falter, the baker-in-the-making sees a small twitch in her eye.

“Nonsense love, these look edible.” Bridget pries one out of the tin and holds it in her hand. “This looks delightful even.” You scoff.

“No need to sugarcoat. I know it’s not that good. But even if you hate them could you try it please?” Y/n’s voice is soft. She tried not to wince as she takes a second look at the muffin.

“I was planning on eating it anyways” she rebuts, biting into the baked good with a crunch. She powers through the chew. Y/n is trying not to show she cares, when in reality, she is on the edge of her proverbial seat.

Bridget swallows and hums, “there’s a certain taste to it, but I can’t place my finger on it. It’s like lemony almost. The texture is certainly interesting, but it’s no different than snacking on a pretzel. It’s still lovely my heart.” Y/n’s shoulders relax as she huffs out a relieved sigh.

“Glad to hear, um yeah that’s ginger ale… it’s uh… an improvisation.” Y/n shyly rocks back and forth.

Bridget sets the rest of the tray down and pulls Y/n if for another hug. The heat returns immediately as Bridget thanks you.

“This was a lovely surprise thank you.” Y/n shrugs in her arms.

“Yeah no problem, I definitely need more practice. Surprised you didn’t chip a tooth.” She grumbles but smiles softly after. Overall she’s just grateful Bridget liked the effort. She squeezes Bridget once more before pulling apart.

“Harder har, no of course not. Anyways, to show you how grateful I am, why don’t we go cuddle my love?” Y/n nods. She’d never verbally admit it, but being held and holding Bridget was her most favorite thing in the world.

#rise of red #disney descendants #bridget x reader

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josiesullysblog · 2 years

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Better Than Me

~AGED UP Neteyam x Na’vi reader

~Angst, fluff

~Proofread?-no

~Summary-[Y/n] constantly feels pressure to live up to her parents.

Your father was a great man. Sadly, you were never able to meet him but heard the stories he left behind. He was a skilled hunter killing anything in sight, but he was also an excellent healer having soft yet diligent hands when helping someone.

Everyone who knew him told you how great he was, especially Jake Sully. Your father and he were best friends, apart from Neytiri, he was the only one who trusted Sully, and in your father's last moments, he was the one sobbing over his lifeless body.

Jake was the one to tell your mother, the one to comfort her during such a dark time. By the time you were born, your mother had changed. She became overprotective of you, few people ever saw or held you as a child because she feared you wouldn't return to her.

As you became older, she forced you to train, and part of it was because she wanted you to be able to defend yourself in case anything happened. Another was because she saw your father in you, she knew you were capable of being better than he was so she pushed you.

You were barely five when she’d make you wake up and train. She thought the best way to learn was by experience so she’d force you into a dangerous situation,

“I told you that you need to learn, [Y/n],” she rolled her eyes as you clung to her. She pushed you in front of a wild animal to which you froze in front of not knowing what to do. Had it not been for your mother watching, you would’ve died.

“Stop crying, such a baby,” she was walking quickly making you have to jog to keep up, “i’m not a baby, I almost got hurt!” you stopped jogging trying to catch your breath, “[Y/n], Neteyam is younger than you and would've done better!”

Comparison. Your mother did it often, telling you how you could be better more like others more like Neteyam. He was younger than you by a few months and beforehand you didn't mind him, but your mother's constant words of how he is better than you, it took a toll on you. You grew a hatred towards him, constantly giving him a cold shoulder and you knew it wasn't his fault but you couldn't help it.

Neteyam didn't know why you acted the way you did, you were an absolute angel to everyone else but him. If you were going to be rude to him, he’d do the exact thing back. “You literally can't do anything right,” he’d laugh watching you attempt to do anything. You scoffed, “your one to talk, all you ever do is try to make daddy proud.”

It was quite ironic how’d you say stuff like that, but be striving for the exact same thing. The both of you were amazing at everything you’d try as you become older. This competition between you both didn't stop but became more intense throughout the years. Someone always had to come first no matter what, that was just how you two were. Your mother became harsher constantly pushing, thriving for more. You were becoming burnt out.

Your relationship with your mother was, complicated. You felt like you needed to be perfect if she was around you and acted a certain way to please her. You wanted her happy and wanted her to say, “i’m proud of you,” but it felt like no matter how hard you tried you’d always be second place in her eyes.

“Thsts all you got?” your head turned quickly facing Neteyam. You decided to get out and train a little longer today, “as you can do any better,” you rolled your eyes as he showed him your back.

You couldn't deny that you found him cute, or that sometimes just sometimes your eyes lingered for longer than they should on him. You wanted to deny this, he was your competition you needed to be better than him.

In all honesty, he felt the same way his eyes always looked for you. He always made you weren't hurt, even if he put this front that he didn't like you the boy was in love. Everyone could tell, except you.

He stood behind you, manhandling your hands, “if you go like this you’ll have a better chance of hitting your target,” you said nothing as your face flushed at the close proximity. He let go of you, and you let the arrow go hitting exactly where you wanted.

“Say thank you,” he said smirking which only made you push him away, he grabbed your arm more quickly than your chin making you look at him, “say thank you,” you thought he was playing a prank. You wanted to hit him, but also wanted him to come closer, Neteyam’s face came closer causing you to try to close the gap.

“Neteyam!” Tuk’s voice rang through and you both pushed away from each other, “I gotta go,” he wiped his face. He left leaving you with your thoughts, how you almost kissed Neteyam.

You stumbled over your feet as you attempted to walk. You woke up with your entire body on fire, your throat hurts, and it felt like the world was spinning. You didn't want to miss training, you couldn't miss training the trouble you’d be in. So, you decided to suck it up and still attend.

“Look who decides to show up,” Neteyam smirked in your direction. You didn't even hear him, your ears were clogged you just kept walking before finally sitting down.

You thought if it was really worth it being there, but your mother's voice rang through scolding you for skipping. You grabbed a tree trunk and hauled yourself up, you groaned as you grabbed a bow and arrow and pointed it at a target. You remembered what Neteyam showed you doing it quickly and perfectly.

“Good shot,” Neteyam came behind you smiling, you just nodded feeling your forehead. Coming out here was a mistake your body was overheating.

“Thanks,” it came out slowly causing Neteyam to look at you funny, “are you feeling all right?” he tried touching you but you walked off to quickly.

His eyes followed you, something told him you weren't alright. His eyes followed you before someone called his name.

You held onto a tree for dear life as you watched everyone else go. You couldn't move, it felt like you were going to vomit or maybe faint you didn't know which one.

You turned to go home when your body gave out, and you passed out on the floor. “[Y/n]!” Neteyam’s ears turned at the sound of your arm.

His feet moved quickly as he saw your body lie lifeless on the ground, “MOVE,” he pushed everyone out his way as he stood over your body.

Someone tried stepping forward to help but Neteyam hissed them away, he grabbed your body holding you close to him. He held you and protected your body as if you were his mate.

“I’m going to Mo’at now,” he moved quickly as he placed a kiss on your forehead, “we're going to get you help, beautiful.” your entire body was hot, how could you have gone so long without help?

He slowed down in front of Mo’at’s tent to which he barged in, “grandmother, please,” Mo’at quickly stood up at her grandson’s plea and gasped, “what happened?”

“She passed out during training,” he placed her down as Mo’at grabbed a paste. She hummed a tune as she placed it over your body Neteyam sat next to you, “you should leave Neteyam,” Mo’at tried saying but Beteyam shook his head.

“I’m not leaving my mate,” he looked into his grandmother's eyes before he looked back at you, “continue, please.” Mo’at resumed as she was fighting a small smile back.

Neteyam didn't leave your side for a minute, he didn't know what came over he just felt this need to protect you. “She’ll be alright, but her body’s tired,” Mo’at said as she stood up, “I’ll go collect her mother.” Neteyam nodded as his attention shifted back to you. How could you work your body so hard that you pass out?

How could you not say anything, he understood your relationship with him wasn't the best but maybe he could've prevented this, his thought kept going he didn't realize you woke up.

“Where am I?” you shot up looking around before being faced with Neteyam, “you passed out.” He tried making you lay back down. “Does my mom know?”

Panic filled your body as your breath picked up at a rapid race. “Oh my gosh, she’s going to kill me,” tears developed in your eyes. Neteyam's eyes softened, and he engulfed you in a hug, “it’s going to be okay.”

You shook your head, “my mom’s going to be mad I have to get up,” Neteyam stopped you, “you need rest,” you groaned, “I need to be perfect.” you fought to stand up but Neteyam was stronger, “[Y/n], don't you get it? You already are there's no one you need to beat!”

You scoffed, “I need to beat you,” he looked at you funny, “everyone keeps comparing me to you, how you're so good how you're this, how you're that I need to beat you,” you started sobbing as you hit him. Neteyam let you as he listened, “I need to beat you so my mom is proud of me.”

It made sense to him, why you're always mad at him, “you already have [Y/n],” he grabbed your chin making you look at him, “you can beat me at anything I don't care, you own me.”

He smiled at you as he came closer, “I understand why you want to be the best for your mom, I was there too but you need to understand how close I was,” he stopped, “close to what?”

“How close I was to losing you today, I never want to feel like again,” you closed the gap kissing him, his hand bringing you closer.

It didn't last long, but when you two let go for air a small smile appeared on your face, “i’m sorry,” you played with his braids, “I shouldn't have been so mean to you,” Neteyam’s hands played with the sides of your loincloth, “you know how you could repay me?”

You smiled as you titled your head, “how?” he brought you closer, “like this,” he kissed you as his hands roamed your body. Your hand landed on his chest as you both back up into a table.

“[Y/n]!” your mother's panicked voice was heard but you two were too far gone to hear. “[Y/n], are you all-,” she was cut off as you both finally let go of each other.

You smiled at her as Neteyam wiped his mouth, “i’m great!”

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Hey guys! Sorry I’ve been so inactive I’ve been dealing with so much but i’m back! Hope you enjoy this!

#avatar way of water #neteyam #avatar loak #avatar #jake sully #neteyam x y/n #avatar neytiri #avatar tuk #neytiri #avatar neteyam #avatar smut #neteyam smut #neteyam sully #neteyam x you #protective neteyam #neteyam x na'vi!reader

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dinosaur-mayonnaise · 1 year

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diversity in children’s media is so important. when i first watched she-ra my mother joined me - she realised it was a remake of one of her childhood favourites and so she was super excited to watch it. most of it, that is. she absolutely adored it, until it got to the ending. until catradora became official.

of course, the signs had been there all along. it was always obvious where their relationship was heading, but she’d always had that plausible deniability to hide behind, until the end.

if i’d been a bit younger and a bit more malleable, the look of disgust on her face might have ruined the show for me. her look of obvious confusion and distaste and ‘now why would they do that?’ would’ve made me think it was weird and unnecessary that they did that.

thankfully, i wasn’t a bit younger. i was old enough to show that her reactions to two girls being in love was very much a her problem.

but most of the people watching that show are younger, kids watching innocent cartoons, often with their parents in the room, parents who think the same as my mother did.

those are the kids we need more diversity for. those are the kids who need good - or even just neutral and existent - queer representation in their cartoons. with how big media has become, it’s turned into such a significant influence of children’s worldviews.

and maybe a cartoon wouldn’t be enough to stop children adopting their parents’s queer-phobic attitudes. maybe it won’t be enough to make any huge change.

but it would be a start. it would be a step towards making queer people a normal, accepted part of children’s worldviews. and for all the kids surrounded by queer-phobic adults, a start is so important.

#cw: homophobia #she-ra #catradora #she-ra spoilers #children’s media #cartoons

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birdsandbeetlesandmoths · 2 months

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This is entirely out of pocket for me but for context I watched the latest episode of BNHA. I- uhm, well, I initially didn’t care to watch the show anymore because I lost interest due to the fanbase and the pure hate I’d gotten after expressing enjoyment for it in the past.

My brother and my mother convinced me to watch S7 with them, and I did, and it was manageable to watch.

Up until episode 11. Spoilers for MHA/BNHA S7 under cut, this is most ramblings again but it awoke some dormant part of me who loved the show when I was younger and well yeah . .

Sooooo that episode right???

I think it might’ve changed me a bit. I’ve been generally very meh about the show/series for the better part of the last year, due to my dwindling interest in it and the absolute firestorm of fandom hate that drove me away.

But I’d been watching the season with my bro and mother, who I’d accidentally gotten hooked on the show nearly five years ago.

And while I did see it coming a bit with ep10, I don’t think it would’ve ever prepared me for (what I’m only assuming is permanent? I’m not knowledgeable of the manga past vol 30) Bakugo’s death.

The buildup was stunning. In comparison to many other seasons, especially the long haul of the latter half of season 6, the fight sequences in season 7 have been nothing short of spectacular. But the pure buildup to the moment of power, the music as well, the hope that is instilled in us as we watched him practically fly around to land his hits.

For context, I used to think Bakugo’s character was annoying as shit. Then again, as a preteen, it was very easy for me to hate on characters that were simply outwardly annoying. However, somewhere around season 5, I began to harbor a sympathy for him. He was far from my favorite character, but I began to enjoy his progress, his maturity, and seeing him onscreen more often.

I respected Bakugo. I understood his insecurities. My sympathy for him only strengthened.

His critical injury in season 6 (sorry if so much of what I say isn’t specific, I genuinely haven’t watched this show in a long freaking time/interacted with the media since 2022) had me freaked. I was worried for his character and I hadn’t read far enough in the manga to be able to determine whether he would be okay or not.

This time, I’m not sure he’s coming back to us. And I’m almost scared because I wasn’t exactly prepared for the single constant throughout the entirety of the series, Izuku’s rival but closest friend, to be gone within seconds.

And please, I’d like no manga spoilers in any rbs or comments.

Shigaraki saying that Bakugo was the closest person to Izuku was a line that made me pause and think. It made me suddenly flash back through all of the seasons and their relationship and their growth alongside each other. And holy shit it made me genuinely become invested in this guy’s slow but shocking character arc in this story.

It was a beautifully crafted thing and I haven’t felt so attached to a character that I didn’t know was a part of me in the first place, in a surprisingly long time.

So, in conclusion, Bakugo Katsuki is a really fucking interesting character. I was never all that about him, I respect and sympathize with him, and suddenly when he might be gone forever I realize how much I care about him. It’s odd how that happens, how this character can sneak up on me like that.

Anyways, I think this season alone is restoring my love for this story, for this show. The dark tone shift that Horikoshi took was one of the reasons why I loved it, and I think I’ve returned to that appreciation.

#mha spoilers #bnha spoilers #mha #bnha #mha bakugou #bnha bakugou #mha deku #bnha deku #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #I think this show might’ve changed me a little #my love for this show being restored was something I needed

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missvelvetsstuff · 1 year

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https://www.tumblr.com/missvelvetsstuff/719658565357420544/i-have-a-request-please-if-its-open

Thank you so much for taking my request.

So Steve and the reader met while he was on the run and he fell in love with her and Thanos blipped the people but she was there for him no matter what

He proposed to her before they got married Scott lang showed up and etc

Steve saw Peggy and started acting weird with the reader and after returning the stones he came back old asf😭

But the reader had a surprise for him (a pregnancy) what he wanted all those 5 years he spent with her and she got mad and he argued back saying he deserved after everything he did for the people😭 so she didn’t tell him about the baby and left

After a few months she was at the grocery store and ran into Bucky and his eyes were on her swollen belly and she saw the look on his face and said “yes it’s his baby” on the way to his apartment the thousands questions on his mind “did Steve knew his girl was pregnant? Why would he leave her? If i was him I would’ve never left her. Okay stop she is /was your best friend’s girl but he left her someone he once kissed.

There was a lot going on Bucky’s mind, so decided to locate her and find where she lives so he did find her and she was shocked to see it was bucky on the door

So he demand to help her and they became closer and more comfortable around each other and ofc Bucky told Sam about the situation and Sam told the old Steve 😤 and Steve tried contacting her but couldn’t but Sam told him where she lives and he saw his Best Friend and best girl kissing while she was carrying his baby he got mad and possessive/obsessive so he went back and came back younger you know take what was his before he got selfish and left🙄

You can add more angst I wanna cry😭

I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to respond to your request. It took me a minute to flesh it all out and it'll be 5-6 chapters. Hope you like it.

This story was getting too long for me to manage so I've broken it up into chapters and will be posting each when I finish editing. I'm almost done writing so it should be posted by the end of the week. It's been a minute since I saw Civil War so please forgive me if I mess up any details.

Apparently I'm unable to write short blurbs or drabbles, sorry.

As always reader is female and above average height.

Hope y'all enjoy.

The Wrong One

Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

1. Meeting

Warnings: swearing, angst

Y/N had watched the news about the Avengers fight in Germany. All the anchors calling it a 'civil war' but she was in NYC in 2012 and saw the aliens trying to invade. She knew that the world was less safe with the Avengers fighting amongst themselves.

After losing her brother in the Battle of New York she felt her mortality acutely so quit her office job, packed up her apartment and put everything in storage and left to see the world. She had no other family or close friends to keep her in the states and yearned for something different. At this point she had seen most of Europe but lingered in Ireland, entranced by its beauty and the wonderful people.

The bar in Dublin where she was working was quiet with only a couple of customers, typical for suppertime in the middle of the week, so she worked on inventory and organizing the storage room to make room for tomorrows delivery.

The bell rang and she went up to the front to see who was there. It was a couple, the man was taller than her and took off his cap as he walked in. He had broad shoulders and a tight t-shirt, sunglasses covered his eyes and he walked to the furthest corner booth, facing the door.

The woman, pretty with blonde hair, came up to the bar "4 shots of whiskey and 2 pints of Guinness." and handed her a bill "keep the change"

Y/N nodded "Thank you. I'm Y/N if you need anything else."

Y/N knew who they were even with their attempted disguises but she certainly wasn't going to help any crooked government catch some of the Avengers so kept her mouth shut.

The next night the captain returned with another man who was black and had an easy smile, obviously the Falcon. He came up to the bar to order their drinks and flirted a little with her.

This kept up for a few weeks. Always the Captain but he had a few companions that seemed to be on a rotation, Falcon, the Scarlet Witch and a tall slender blonde man that Y/N couldn't place. Black Widow hadn't returned since the first night.

One night the Captain finally took off his sunglasses and smiled at her which made her knees weak and stomach flip, he was beautiful. Every night after that he graced her with that smile. She wanted so badly to talk to him, outside of drink orders and thanks, but didn't want to intrude.

Then she saw something on the news about them being sighted outside of Dublin and they stopped coming in. She hoped they could avoid the authorities. When the pub was slow she daydreamed about the Captain coming back to sweep her off her feet in some grand romantic gesture and she would go on the run with him.

She laughed at herself for her childish fantasies but figured they weren't hurting anyone. It wasn't like she had men, or women, knocking down the door to her apartment above the pub.

A couple of months passed uneventfully and life stayed predictable. Until the Captain came back in by himself. She felt her heart speed up, butterflies swarming her stomach and a tingle in her core.

She smiled at him "Evening. Would you like your usual or are you feeling adventurous?"

He looked at her, right into her soul and smiled, making her feel faint. "I'll take a pint and..." He paused awkwardly and she waited patiently "and, your, uh your number?"

Y/N laughed and the Captain felt his heart clench, he hadn't seen anyone like her since...

"Are you sure? You don't seem like-"

He interrupted her, almost shouting "NO!" Realizing how loud he was he spoke softly, giving her a chill, when he said "I mean yes, definitely yes" and looked at her hopefully.

"How could any girl refuse a request like that?" and took his offered phone to put her number in, naming herself 'Barmaid'.

His grin grew until he realized something "You don't have an Irish accent. Where are you from?"

She laughed lightly "It's called an Irish brogue and I keep hoping it'll rub off on me but no such luck. It's been almost 2 years and some of my regulars tease that even an Irish brogue can't overpower a New Yawk accent."

"New York? Whereabouts? Brooklyn here."

She smiled knowingly at him "I already knew that, learned about you in school. I wrote a term paper about your friend Bucky Barnes."

Steve blushed and chuckled "When did you realize who I was?"

"The first time you came in with Natasha Romanoff, you were pretty easy to recognize. Don't worry, I won't sell you out. I've always been on your side."

Steve looked at her seriously "Not always on my side if you wrote a report about Bucky." He teased.

"I seem to recall you always being on the same side. I noticed you never bring him in, is he ok?"

Steve nodded, touched by her warmth and concern "Yeah, he's uh somewhere safe, getting help to get rid of the Hydra programming."

She smiled "I'm glad he's being cared for. What about you? Are you taking care of yourself?"

He sighed "Not many opportunities for that on the road. I'm more concerned about my friends, if we were caught....."

He left off and looked at his hands, not wanting to contemplate that possibility.

Y/N reached out to touch his cheek gently, smiling when he leaned into her hand, and pulled his face up to look at her. "You'll be in just as much trouble as they will." She cupped his other cheek "You need to take care of yourself too."

Steve closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying her soft touch. Feeling sparks where her skin touched his, a stirring in his groin making a small moan slip out. When he realized it, his eyes snapped open and looked into hers.

His eyes darted around the room, confirming that no one else was in the bar before he leaned forward until his lips brushed hers, his eyes fluttering closed.

Y/N could feel her heart racing, was Captain America really kissing her in a pub in Ireland? She moved her hand from his face to the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

He smiled into the kiss and teased her lips with his tongue which she accepted and the kiss intensified until they were both out of breath.

Steve pulled back, smiling "I've been wanting to do that since the first night I came in."

She tskd him "And we've been wasting all this time? For shame Captain."

He leaned in to kiss her again before she put a finger on his lips. "I'm actually still on the clock but closing in an hour. If you want to hang out until I'm done, we can get some food and eat at my place." She asked holding her breath. She hadn't taken many men home since she stopped here but how could she not.

His grin grew and he blushed bright red as he nodded "Yes, absolutely."

They spent that night talking, getting to know each other in between making out and discovering each other's bodies.

The next few weeks they spent as much time together as possible, both dreading the time when he would have to move on.

One night a month after they first kissed, Steve came later than usual and she could tell he had something on his mind.

After she gave him his drink he grabbed her hand and looked at her sadly. She knew before he said anything. "You have to go, don't you?"

He tried to keep the tears in his eyes from falling and couldn't find the words so just nodded. After a few minutes he composed himself and spoke softly "I'm so sorry. I never meant. I can't find the words."

She nodded sympathetically and held his hand "I know Steve it's alright."

"No" he shook his head "It's not alright. None of this situation is alright but my time with you has been the only real peace I've had in, well ever really."

He pulled his hand away and stood suddenly "I'm sorry but I have to go. I'll try to come back soon."

She stood up and went up the stairs. When she came back she was on her phone. She finished her call and looked at Steve with a smile on her face, then grabbed his hand, a backpack in the other hand "So let's go."

Chapter 2

#steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #angst with a happy ending #the wrong one

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jahayla-parker · 2 years

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heelllooo, could u write something with Conrad x tall! readeer? like some angst to fluff. maybe her being insecure or something, and her distancing herself from him. oh and they are together

Heightened Insecurities : Conrad Fisher x Reader

Description: 10.8k (plus texts) Reader is Conrad's girlfriend but begins to distance herself because she is insecure about her height. Hurt-Comfort / Angst-> Fluff

Warnings: some angst, discussion of insecurities, some bullying/rude comments, crying, self-doubt, minor cursing, brief mention of cancer (his mother's)- no mention of the outcome on this within this fic

Notes: I may have gotten a bit carried away with this one haha. I tried to write it as a neutrally-casted reader as much as possible; apart from being a tall female as required by the prompt, but the rest should be inclusive (for self-insert purposes) to all demographics [if not please advise me on what to change]!

“So, the party is at seven tonight, but I was thinking-“ Conrad began as he stepped around the corner at the end of the hallway.

He froze mid-stride when his eyes landed on the empty tan couch and saw his girlfriend wasn’t in the room.

“Y/n?” Con questioned, scanning the beach house for where she might have gone.

“Hey Con!” Jeremiah greets, casually strolling past his older brother.

“Jere, wait!” Conrad requests urgently, spinning his body around in order to face Jeremiah, “where is y/n?”

Jeremiah shrugs halfheartedly, “I thought she was with you”.

Conrad sighs, his hand massaging the back of his tense neck as he repays his brother’s answer with a stiff nod, “okay, thanks”.

“You alright man?” Jere asked, despite knowing better than to expect a clear answer from his emotionally reserved brother.

Disappointment clouded Conrad’s face as he confessed, “she’s never late, I… I think she’s mad at me”.

Jeremiah tried his best not to laugh as he wasn’t wanting Conrad to shut down and not talk to him.

But seeing his older brother this way over a girl was an unusual experience.

“Why do you say that? So, she’s a few minutes late,” Jeremiah shrugged again, hoping to calm his brothers’ nerves.

“It’s like you said, she always meets us in the living room at two. It’s only” the younger Fisher boy looked at his watch, “2:10 now, so maybe she needed to stop somewhere”.

Jeremiah said it even though he knew it was unlikely.

Y/n and Conrad were the same in that way.

They were always where they said they’d be, at the time they said they’d be there.

Any deviation from that plan would always have been accounted for and the other one informed of it prior to the fact.

Conrad’s eyes scrutinized his brother to see if he was actually believing his own argument.

“Alright, I see your point. She hasn’t texted you?” Jeremiah admitted, a small frown tugging on the corners of his lips.

Conrad quickly shoved his hand into his pocket, not having thought of checking it earlier as this hadn’t happened before.

The hopeful features that had appeared on Conrad’s face at Jeremiah’s suggestion to check his texts dissolved within seconds.

“Nothing” Conrad muttered lowly.

His younger brother grimaced with widened eyes, “maybe she’s sick?”

Conrad’s head shook as he pursed his lips, “she was okay yesterday, and she would’ve texted me if that was the case. I need to go see what’s going on.”

“Don’t flip out though, she’s probably not mad at you. Unless you did something, did you do something?” Jeremiah teased, being sure to make his voice clearly playful and his features show he was trying to break the tension.

“I don’t think so” Conrad concluded, having already racked his brain for a possible fault of his within the last few days.

Jeremiah bopped his head slowly and opened his mouth to offer more advice.

But, Conrad spoke before his brother could, “I gotta go find her, see you tonight”.

Conrad sighed as he paced back and forth outside y/N’s front door; both in frustration and worry over her not answering the door.

The lights were off in most of her house apart from the window that he knew connected to her bedroom.

The driveway was empty other than her car.

It all suggested she was home alone but choosing not to answer the door when he knocked.

His fingers reluctantly reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

Conrad was already feeling hopeless about getting a response via text from her since she hadn’t returned his calls nor did she answer the door.

Nonetheless, he had to try, so he let his fingers slide across his screen until he had composed a text message to send to his girlfriend.

TEXTS

Conrad dragged a hand drown his face as he returned his phone to his back pocket.

He knew he likely looked like a kicked puppy as he walked back to his car; his head hung and feet scuffing the ground.

As he buckled himself in, he took one last glance at Y/N’s house with a loud sigh.

“You should come tonight Con! Maybe, get your mind off all this” Jeremiah advised, walking into Conrad’s room.

“You forgot to knock” Conrad criticized without looking up at his brother’s entrance.

Jeremiah stepped back slightly, knocking the inside of Conrad’s door playfully, “now, are you coming?”

Conrad furrowed his brows and shot his brother an irritated look.

He then shook his head before staring back down at his phone as it rested in his lap.

“Dude, come on, you can’t sit here all night waiting for her to text or call” Jeremiah pointed out with a dramatic huff.

“I have to figure this out. I want to fix it…” Conrad confessed.

Jeremiah saw the determination and pain in his brother’s body language and frowned.

“And you don’t know what it is that you did?” Jeremiah investigated cautiously.

Conrad merely shook his head again and answered with a soft “no”.

Conrad's eyes shifted away from the ocean and to his right as he heard faint footsteps hitting the sand.

“Hi” Conrad whispered, his voice faint out of shock as he saw his girlfriend walking to him.

Y/n offered him a petite smile and waved as she came closer to him, “Hi”.

Looking up at her as she closed the distance between them, Conrad informed her, “I wasn’t sure if you were coming”.

He watched as waves of panic and sadness took over her facial features instantly.

They had a date night planned tonight, but given everything going on between them lately, he didn't know if she would show.

She sucked her lips in until he could only see a thin outline of them and nodded, “that’s fair”.

Conrad sighed and shook his head, “no, that’s not what I meant.. I just… are we okay?”.

Y/n took a seat next to her boyfriend and nodded faintly, “yes, Con, we’re okay. I’m just dealing with some stuff”.

He stared into her eyes for a moment, as if he were trying to read her troubles through them.

“And you don’t want to talk about it?” He asked, seeing the distant look her eyes held.

Y/n shook her head from side to side as she turned her gaze to stare off into ocean waves several feet ahead of them.

“Okay, I get that” he acknowledged, reaching for her hand that was resting on the sand between their legs.

Conrad held his breath as he waited for her reaction.

She let him take hold of it without resistance, but Conrad only found true relief when a few short seconds later she intertwined their fingers.

Yet, he couldn’t help but notice the slight hesitation she had in doing so instead of her normally instant behavior.

He snuck a gaze at y/n as she watched the water ripple in the ocean, the only sound surrounding them.

Using his free hand, Conrad silently opened the picnic basket on the other side of him.

He reached in and pulled out the bouquet of flowers he purchased for her.

“I.. umm.. I got you these” Conrad mumbled, unusually shy as he moved the flowers to the front of his body.

Y/n broke her stare at the ocean and turned just enough to look over at him.

As she did, her lips snapped into a gentle smile and her eyes became glossy.

Conrad picked up on her change in demeanor right away.

“Is it too much? I know you need space, I can get rid-“ he began offering.

Unbeknownst to him, his offer only increased the guilt she had felt swell up again upon seeing the flowers.

She rapidly shook her head, “no, it’s not too much. But, you didn’t have to get me flowers Con. I’m not mad at you, there’s no reason for you to apologize or offer flowers for it”.

Conrad was confused, to say the least.

He furrowed his eyebrows before lifting one up as he told her, “I ordered them the day before last, not because of whatever’s going on. They’re not meant as an apology".

“So.. wait. You got me flowers, just because?” Y/n squeaked.

Conrad nodded slowly, looking away from her as he nervously began to offer to undo it, “but if it-“

“Thank you” she interrupted, catching on to what he was worrying over.

“I just.. I don’t des-..thank you.” Y/n repeated, cutting herself off from the self-deprecating comment she began.

She squeezed his hand that she was still holding.

“When you’re ready to talk about whatever you’re going through, I’m here, okay?” He reminded her tenderly.

She smiled as she gracefully took the flowers and held them to her, her eyes zoning in on them.

“I know… but… It’s a long story, Con” she sighed, sniffing the flowers.

He stared at her, carefully taking in her words and body language, “you have my full attention. Always. For however long it takes”.

She raised her eyes and gave him a weak smile, “Thank you. I can’t even think straight to put anything into words… much less…”.

“I know” Conrad butted in, tugging her hand to him until she was closer.

He let go of her hand so he could wrap his arm around her shoulders comfortingly.

Y/n adjusted her sitting position as she had been sitting cross-crossed to hide her legs.

She moved until her legs were bent sharply, thighs hitting the back of her calves as she tried to shrink into his embrace.

“You’re not too hot?” Conrad inquired as he got more lemonade from the basket.

“No, why?” She implored, gratefully taking the glass bottle from Conrad.

Conrad chuckled, his deep laugh making her tingle, “it’s nearly one hundred degrees out and you’re in jeans”.

She faltered, eyes now resting on her pants, “Oh, that, yeah I uhh.. just didn’t want to burn”.

Conrad rested his hand behind him, bracing his back as he raised an eyebrow at her in suspicion , “I’ve known you long enough to know you don’t burn y/n”.

As she sat in silence, staring at her legs, Conrad panicked he overstepped.

But he could see the look in her eyes even though they weren’t looking at him, and he could see her deep sadness.

“Sweetie, what is it?” He pleaded, his cheek resting on his other shoulder.

“I’m fine” was the only thing she said.

Conrad decided not to push it any further at the moment and went back to focusing on their date.

It was only a handful of minutes later when y/n saw a girl in shorts running to what appeared to be her much taller boyfriend.

She bit her lip as the girl's boyfriend smiled with clear glee as he lifted her up into the air.

Y/n didn’t want Conrad to catch her watching the other couple so she began pretending she was scanning the whole beach.

Conrad was trying to make small talk but stopped when y/n turned back to their picnic with tears in her eyes.

Normally her eyes were a source of comfort and joy for Conrad, but right now they caused a sharp pain in his chest.

“Woah! Hey, hey” he frowned deeply, cupping her cheek, “why are you crying?”

“I'm not fine. I know I said I was, but, I'm not” she admitted as she repeatedly blinked in an attempt to keep the tears from falling.

Conrad nods sympathetically, “I know.. Are you ready to talk about it?”

With a loud sigh, she shook her head.

She wanted to get over insecurities instead of alerting Conrad to why she felt he shouldn’t be with her.

��Okay, that’s alright” Conrad hummed.

“Want some y/f/f?” he offered, holding a dish of her favorite fruit before her, in hopes of changing the subject to something neutral.

She smiled at the change in subject and nodded.

TEXTS

Conrad tapped his foot against the dirty recliner he was seated in as he reread his texts from the last few days.

He was still struggling to figure out what was happening to y/n and to their relationship.

It didn’t matter to him that he was currently at some party his brother and friend had dragged him to.

His mind was, as usual, stuck on y/n.

He didn’t even bother physically acknowledging it when his brother and Steven approached him at some point that night.

The boys stood before him silently for a moment.

“Do you think she’s seeing someone else?” Steven asked carelessly as he sipped on his beer.

Jeremiah aggressively smacked the back of Steven’s head as Conrad snapped his eyes up.

“No” Conrad defended, “y/n wouldn’t do that”.

Steven offered him a semi-apologetic curl of his lips, “I’m just saying man, it would make sense as to why she’s acting weird”.

Squinting harshly at his friend, Conrad argued, “distant, not weird”.

Jeremiah hummed in agreement, offering Conrad a beer.

Conrad pushed it away, not wanting anything to impair his analyzing of the situation.

“Same thing, only you’d see a difference in that” Steven stated with an eye roll.

Conrad sighed loudly.

Conrad knew he had always been great at causing distance with people whenever he wanted to.

Yet, it was beyond infuriating to him that he didn’t know how to fix it when someone else was doing that to him instead.

It also made him feel guilty for the times he had done this to her in the past.

But he simultaneously, slightly, wished if anyone were to be causing the distance between them that it was him doing it.

Because during those times, he could at least fix the behavior if he were the one doing it.

Yet that wasn’t the case now and to make it worse, Conrad didn’t even know why she was doing it.

So how was he to fix it?

“Oh…umm..!” His brother gasped, making Conrad follow his wide-eyed stare.

As Conrad’s head faced the door, he saw y/n and a couple of her friends had arrived.

He noticed y/n was biting her lips aggressively and avoiding eye contact with everyone in the room.

“I thought you said she wasn’t feeling like going out places?” Steven pointed out.

Jeremiah smacked his head again in response as he muttered for him to shut up.

Conrad ignored their bickering, as well as the pain in his heart, as he took in the uncomfortable body language she was displaying.

He knew something was wrong, and no matter the metaphorical distance currently between them, he needed to offer his help.

Even if she wouldn’t take it, he couldn’t bear the idea of leaving her to face whatever the discomforting situation was on her own.

“I’ll be back” he mumbled, not sure if he actually would be or not, as he stood up.

“Bro… maybe you should let her come to you” Jeremiah suggested respectfully.

Conrad hesitated as he debated the suggestion.

But as he watched y/n nervously fiddle with her fingers, he firmly shook his head.

Conrad steadily made his way over to her, watching as she tried to slip away from the other guests.

Just as y/n was about to side step another person and slide out the patio door, he grabbed her hand.

She stiffened in response, making him want to drop her hand.

But, when she refused to acknowledge him, he held on; determined to stop her from trying to distance herself more.

“We should talk” Conrad stated confidently, moving to the front of her to guide them outside, away from the party.

“I don’t want to talk” she argued, her voice clipped.

“Y/n, you’re not going to win this. I have far more experience being a stubborn recluse than you” Conrad smirked, changing his approach.

Nonetheless, y/n ignored him, only trying to remove her hand from his grip.

“Are you upset with me?” Conrad inquired.

“I told you, I’m fine” she snapped, biting her cheek instantly as she watched Conrad flinch at her sharp tone.

He pulled himself together, “No you’re not. Don’t shut me out”.

”Yeah, well, I shut everybody out. Don't take it personally. It's just easier." She remarked, pushing her guilt aside.

“I’m your boyfriend y/n, not some random person you just met. It’s different. I thought we were stronger than that” Conrad declared with a steady gaze.

”I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression." She retorted rudely, moving to go around him.

For a moment Conrad faltered, feeling his old ways of shutting down creeping back.

But as his eyes scanned the woman he loved, he fought the temptations to cause distance between them on his end as well.

Instead, Conrad took a deep breath and adjusted his grip on her hand.

“Why are you doing this? If I did something just say it, scream it at me if you need to” He groaned loudly, still holding her hand.

Y/n remained silent.

She was afraid if she spoke, she would end up saying something too harsh as she couldn’t fight the sense she needed to push him away.

But she also didn’t want to hurt him in the process.

“You’re pushing me away and you won’t even tell me why!” He shouted, clearly fed up with her recent behavior.

“Do you not care about us anymore? Because you’re sure not acting like it. Fight with me if you’re mad, 'cause it’s like you don’t care at all” Conrad complained.

He tried to wait patiently for a response.

But when he saw she wasn’t going to do anymore more than stare at her shoes, he rolled his eyes.

He pushed through the turmoil he felt to mutter his response, “fine. Whatever.”

“I don’t care about us either anymore” Conrad lied, begrudgingly dropping her hand in order to walk away.

“Good” y/n shouted, her back to him as she whispered, “because you deserve more."

But the wind caught her voice, carrying it the short distance he’d walked, and made Conrad freeze as it hit his ears.

He snapped his body around, facing her, “what?”

Y/n didn’t respond, not expecting him to have heard, and was now utterly shocked.

“Y/n, what the hell did you just say?” Conrad asked sharply as he stood right before her once again.

“You deserve so much better Conrad! Happy?! Now just go, like you said, you don’t care anymore, so just leave” she snapped, her tone showing she was trying to be harsh but her true emotions seeping through as her voice trembled.

“Take it back” he ordered, glaring at her.

Without permitting any eye contact, y/n only responded with, “just fucking leave, C-Con” .

He gripped her hand firmly but tenderly.

“No. You know I only said I didn’t care because I was mad. It wasn’t true. But the first part” Conrad frowned, “what do you mean by that?"

The moonlight reflected off her skin enough to show Conrad her damp cheeks.

Seeing this, he moved to close the distance and wipe her cheeks.

Y/n sniffled as she turned away from him, “stop, I can’t do this”.

“Do what?” Conrad pushed, pleased to be getting somewhere.

She looked anywhere but his eyes as she tried to form an answer.

“Look at me, y/n, please “ Conrad shamelessly begged, tilting her head to him, “what you said just now… I don’t und-… you think I deserve more than this, more than you?”

Y/n felt her tears stream down her face as she looked into his deeply concerned eyes.

She couldn’t believe he was gazing at her with only sincere love, despite her behavior.

She nodded, “much more, yes. So just let me go and-".

“Shut up” Conrad cut her off, shaking his head in disbelief.

Her lips slightly parted in response.

As he stroked her jaw, he declared “I’m not letting you go, not over something like this. Do you actually not want us to be together?”

Y/n began to answer, but he held up his hand, “take out this 'deserve' bullshit, do you still want me? Do you still love me?”

She let out a small sob and nodded, “yes, of course. Of course I love you. I… I… I am sorry I made you question that. That proves why you des-".

He harshly shook his head, “I know you still love me. That’s why I’ve still been fighting for us. If I believed you no longer felt the same way, it would hurt, but I wouldn’t push it on you. I know there’s more going on but, I can’t know what that is unless you talk”.

As she began trembling before him, he rested his hands on her upper arms.

Her lip began violently quivering as she broke down and started crying.

While rubbing her arms, Conrad noticed the way she glance at his chest and he smiled softly, “come here”.

Y/n didn’t hesitate as she moved closer and erased the tiny distance between his chest and hers.

Conrad hummed as she let his arms embrace her, “shhhh sweetheart, we’ll figure this out okay? Whatever this is, we can handle it”.

She nodded against him as he comforted her.

After he had gotten her to settle down, Conrad led them both down the beach.

He stopped their silent walk when they reached a quieter section.

“I need to know what you meant” Conrad testified as he helped them sit down.

“It’s pretty straight forward Con” y/n sighed with a defeated shrug.

Conrad kept arm around her.

He frowned in her direction as she sat to his right, “not to me. What makes you think I deserve more than you? What does that even entail?”

“Just… someone better for you” she whispered, voice so painfully soft.

Conrad’s eyes narrowed more and he turned her to him, “don’t you dare say that, you’re perfect for me. What are you talking about?”

“No, I’m not Conrad. I… I can’t give you what the other girls can” y/n mumbled.

“Which is?” Conrad pressed, needing more information.

“Y/n, what is it that makes you feel inadequate?” He questioned upon not getting a response.

“Baby,-“ he sighed as she wiped her eyes.

“I’m too tall!” Y/n blurted loudly before crying harder.

Conrad felt all his muscles freeze at her response.

But as her body shook with her cries, he pulled it together and embraced her, “I don’t know what to say to that. What’s wrong with your height?”

“I’m too tall, I can’t give you the aesthetic short girlfriend thing guys like” y/n explained.

“I don’t care about that stuff, I love you as you are. There’s nothing wrong with your height” Conrad argued defensively.

“Conrad, please. I can’t do that gazing up at you innocently thing, I can’t sit between your legs, you can’t pick me up and carry me, you don’t have to bend down to kiss me, and it goes on. I know guys find that romantic and attractive and I’m-“ she rambled, her mouth finally confessing all the thoughts she’d struggled with lately.

Conrad’s face scrunched as his mouth parted and formed a frown, his tongue pressed against his top front teeth.

“Y/n, you can stop. I get the idea of what you’re getting at. But it’s simply not true” he swore.

“Con-“ she sighed, ready to argue with him.

“No, see, I like being able to look straight at you, kissing you without having to even think about it or move my head” Conrad began, his thumb faintly touching her cheek as he cleared the tears from her skin.

“Plus, you can still sit between my legs! Sure, your legs will stick out, but there’s nothing wrong with that. I can still hold you in that way, y/n." Conrad assured her.

"And, if you want, I have no issue with proving to you right now that I can pick you up and carry you. I assure you I can do that no matter your height, darling” He asserted firmly.

She nibbled on her bottom lip with her top row of teeth and nodded weakly against his palm, “I’m sorry that I’m so insecure”.

“Shh, no, that’s not something you can control nor should you feel bad about” Conrad corrected kindly.

“Thank you Con,…are you sure nothing about it bothers you?” She hesitatingly asked.

“I promise, nothing you come up with in your head is anything I’ve ever thought about, let alone have a problem with” Conrad assured her, stroking her cheekbone.

“Not even that I can’t wear cute heels when we go out, the way the other girls would?” Y/n inquired, still feeling guilty over him not getting to experience certain things with her.

“I don’t care what you wear as long as you’re comfortable. You could wear slippers for all I care. But why do you say you can’t wear heels?” Conrad responded, noticing the way she herself seemed disappointed in it.

“It’ll make me quite a bit taller than you” y/n pointed out simply.

He nodded slowly, confused, “So?”

“That doesn’t bother you?” Y/n questioned, holding onto his hand that was resting on her face.

Jutting his bottom lip out slightly, he shook his head, “No, does it bother you?”

“Only because I feel like it limits your experiences, or that others would say things to you about it” y/n elaborated.

“They don’t. To be fair, they probably know better than to talk bad about you at all near me” he told her.

A small giggle formed at his protective statement and she snuggled into him, “ I love you Con”.

“I love you too. Is this something you’ve always been insecure about?” Conrad asked, keeping the conversation flowing.

“Kinda. I’m taller than my parents and brother, so it’s been odd.. and it’s one of the first things people tend to notice about me so it makes me feel like people are always watching me” Y/n told him.

“Hmm” he nodded in sympathy as he absorbed her story.

"If it helps, the first thing I noticed about you was your eyes" Conrad confessed, holding her closer to him.

She bit her bottom lip as she grinned widely, shyly looking down at the sand.

"Is there anything else?" Conrad asked, hoping the answer was no but not wanting her to stop talking to him about what she was struggling with.

“Umm.. also like my ex,… He was like an inch taller so he hated it when I wore heels and his friends commented on it all the time” she added, feeling comfortable disclosing this to him now, “that’s when I learned guys like short girls and whatnot”.

Conrad shook his head, more to himself than anything, as frustration towards and anger at her ex burned in him, “I’m sorry, he’s an idiot. It was his own insecurity and ego issues, nothing about you”.

Shyly, she mumbled a soft thank you to her boyfriend.

He pulled her closer to him, hating someone made her feel like she wasn’t good enough.

“I love you Y/n. You’re so beautiful, this isn’t anything you need to worry about” he advised.

She hummed and nodded her head, “everyone has their flaws I suppose”.

Conrad shifted his lips to the side, muttering, “perhaps, but your height is not a flaw. Not in the slightest”.

Y/n suppressed her fears and looked into his loving gaze, allowing her eyes to display her confusion.

“Y/n, have you truly looked at yourself? At your legs? While trying to push those thoughts away or try to see the benefits of your height?” Conrad wondered aloud.

“No, because I don’t see any” she shook her head defiantly.

He hummed softly, “love, you do realize most models are tall?”

She faintly smiled appreciatively at him, “I’m not a model though, Con”.

“Maybe not professionally, but -“ Conrad hesitated shyly as he normally isn’t this direct and honest, “you might as well be. I’m serious about you being the most radiant person I’ve ever seen”.

He ignored his shyness and grinned as she snuggled into him more, her small smile starting to grow.

“I mean, you’re gorgeous. Everything about you is… but, honey, you clearly aren’t aware of how sexy long legs are” he chuckled, his fingertips traipsing her hip.

“Sure, some guys like shorter girls.. But, babe… long legs are…, Whew” he confessed, his cheeks flushing red even in the dark.

“Really?” Y/n asked, a bit nervous but with the hint of a smirk on her face.

“Yes, I shouldn’t say this cause you’ll use it against me,” he laughed, noticing her smirking at him, “but to be honest… even as I say that, you using it against me honestly doesn’t sound all that bad”.

Conrad laughed to himself, “you know when you’re out there playing volleyball with those shorts or swimsuit bottoms on, your legs on display?”

Y/n watched silently as he shook his head, biting his lip in lust, “it does things”.

She pressed her lips together before giggling, “oh?”.

Accepting his fate of confessing all his internal thoughts to her, Conrad hummed in confirmation and nodded “the only downside being the urge to keep the other guys from staring. But, you can wear whatever you’d like, I’m used to being ready for war when we go out. I can keep you safe. So, as long as you’re happy with what you’re wearing, I don’t mind having to deal with their stares”.

Y/n felt the temperature in her cheeks increase significantly at his confession.

“Just so long as no one else gets to leave with you” he adds firmly.

She wrapped her arm around him, “Never Conrad. No one’s ever even tried to make me feel as loved and beautiful as you’ve made me feel tonight”.

Kissing his cheek, she laughed as she added “despite the fact I probably have mascara streaks on my face”.

Y/n continued to laugh and ran her hand over her face to get any of the aforementioned streaks off.

Conrad removed her hand from her face nicely.

He used his own thumb to tenderly lift the mascara stains himself, “you deserve to know. I know communication isn’t my strong suit, and I may never find words beautiful enough to describe how I see you… let alone all that you mean to me.., but I will spend the rest of my life searching for them and telling them to you as I do”.

Y/n sobbed and snuggled tightly into him.

One of Conrad’s hands stayed on her face to keep wiping her tears.

The other was resting on her thigh through the material of her skirt.

She was wearing a skirt that covered her legs down to right above her knees.

“Sorry for crying over this” y/n apologized, hand on his chest.

“You never need to apologize to me. Ever. And certainly not for crying. I’ll always be here” Conrad promised.

“Thanks. Sorry-“ she laughed as he gave her a look as if reminding her of what he just said, “-I mean, thank you and I’ll work on not shutting down and pushing you away while I work through this”.

Conrad relaxed, “I’m glad, thank you”

“No. Thank you Con,” y/n rebutted, cuddling into his embrace even more as he kept his hands on her legs.

“Is this okay?” He asked as he watched her gaze down at his hands.

She nodded with a smile, “ yeah, when it’s you”.

Y/n rested her head on his chest.

“If I do, or say, something that makes you feel worse, or starts those thoughts, please tell me” Conrad requested softly.

Nodding she whispered, “okay”.

Y/n smiled appreciatively against his chest, her fingers tracing random patterns on his shirt, “I doubt I’ll need to, but, okay. I appreciate your support and understanding baby”.

Conrad grinned at the pet name he hadn't realized he had desperately missed hearing, “no problem y/n, I want to help, just tell me what you need. Let me give you what you need?”

“Right now…” she relaxed into him more, “just keep me warm, it’s a bit chilly and y/f/n made me wear this uncomfortable skirt and sleeveless top”.

Conrad ran his hands over her arms immediately to warm her up.

“But, in terms of this stuff, just be you Con” she murmured, “I never imagined someone being so comfortable with, and actually pleased by, my height. It’ll just take time to remember this and have it be what comes first instead of the toxic thoughts from before”.

“I can do that,” he agreed, “what do you say we get out of here and watch y/f/m at the beach house, under blankets? … and depending on how cold you are, I can make hot chocolate”.

Y/n took in the weather, feeling the slight rain hitting her.

It was raining, but not bad, more of a sprinkling.

But, despite the skirt she was in going down to her knees, the thin material offered her no warmth.

Plus, her top didn’t cover her exposed arms at all.

“You know I’m always down for cocoa” She giggled.

Conrad combed her hair with his hand as he smiled at her, “Then it’s a date, let’s go gorgeous”.

He helped her up from the sand, his hands on her hips.

His fingers were causally stroking her hips and the very top of her thighs as he steadied her on the sand.

As she looks at him, y/n could easily tell Conrad was not even thinking about it, nor was he aware he was doing it.

It was then that she recalled him doing it before.

But it was only this time, now, after tonight, that she saw it as a good thing; now that she understands his feelings about her legs and height.

“I need to tell y/f/n and y/o/f/n I’m leaving” she groaned, looking over towards the party.

“Text ‘em?” Con suggested, seeing the tired look in her eyes.

She nodded, and while she texted her friends, Conrad used his group chat with his brother and Steven to update them on his change in plans as well.

When done, he smirked, “I think it’s time I prove this to you”.

Before she could even contemplate what he meant, Conrad had swiftly picked her up.

She gasped at first but then giggled at his behavior.

“You should hold on though, honey,” he said, not wanting to risk her safety.

She laughed and shook her head, “Con, you can put me down, I get your point”

He does as she says but holds her to him, rubbing her arms to keep her warm as they walk home.

“Can we try something?” Conrad randomly inquired.

“Sure Con” she sweetly replied.

“If you’re comfortable with it, hop on my back?”He suggested.

He knew she was in a skirt but that wasn’t why he checked if she was comfortable with it.

He was worried about her emotional status with the behavior since it had to do with her legs and her height.

Conrad wasn’t stressed about anything showing when carrying her on his back as he knew y/n wore volleyball/spandex shorts under any skirts or summer dresses.

She told him long ago she did that for comfort so she never had to worry about it if she ran or did something that would lift the material.

So Conrad knew that nothing would show even with her legs around him.

But he wanted her to be comfortable emotionally as well and didn’t want to push her too much.

He began leaning down as he waited for her answer.

“I don’t know if it’ll work, Con” she admitted worryingly, afraid he’d be disappointed if it didn’t work right when they tried.

“If not, that’s okay, but, I think it will” Conrad said, after analyzing her words carefully.

“Okay, “ y/n said, letting him sink lower so she could get onto his back.

She slowly lifted herself onto Conrad’s back, his hands immediately bracing her legs as she wrapped them around him.

Conrad noticed she had tensed at first, but soon relaxed as he tenderly squeezed her thighs.

He began slowly rubbing his thumbs over her legs as he securely held her up, her legs hooked around him with her ankles loosely locked onto selves.

He grinned at her ability to due to that, another benefit of her height.

Conrad was pleased as it added another safety measure that would ensure she couldn’t fall off easily.

“Want to change?” Conrad offered when they arrived at his house.

“You can pick whatever from my closest, or some of your clothes are here too in the dresser” he told her, letting her slide down his back and step onto the hardwood floor.

She bit her inner lip and gave him a smug smile, “are your black Cousins Beach sweats clean?”

Conrad laughed at her very specific inquiry, “yeah, I think it’s in the bottom left drawer. The matching hoodie you got me is hanging in the closet”.

“Thanks Con!” She cheered, rubbing up the stairs to his room.

He smiled to himself as he went to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate for them as she changed into more comfortable clothing.

Y/n changed quickly and bolted down the stairs, sliding into the kitchen with his socks she had on.

She wrapped her arms around him, adjusting herself to be able to rest her head against his head instead of his shoulder.

Conrad grinned widely as he let go of the spoon, resting his hands over hers for a moment in peaceful silence.

He hummed to himself before he resumed stirring the cocoa mix.

When he finished, he turned around in her arms, smugly eying her in his clothes.

Y/n caught his smirk and how his ego inflated at the sight.

She rolled her eyes playfully and reached for one of the cups.

Conrad tsked and held the cup up in the air, above his head.

But, since she’s not shorter than him, it was still within her reach if she tried hard enough.

He smiled as she raised an eyebrow at him and held her hand just before the cup to show him she could still grab it.

“See, another plus for you” Conrad pointed out, kissing her cheek.

“It doesn’t bother you that you can’t successfully tease me by doing that?” Y/n pondered, ready to bring her hand back down.

He shook his head, “Not at all, because, while you’re focusing on taking it from me as I’m holding it up over our heads..”

“It makes it easier to do this” He happily declared, her body pressed against him as her arm lingered in the air, eyes on the mug again.

Before she could react to what he was telling her, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers.

She giggled happily as she grabbed the cup and lowered it to the counter next to him.

Y/n pulled him closer for another kiss, her breath hitting his lips as she teased “you could kiss me regardless of my height, Con”.

He bounced head from side to side as if thinking deeply, “Hmm… true, but, look how amazing it is to be able to just…”

With that, Conrad pressed his chest to hers, closing the few faint inches between them again, and kissed her with ease.

“I love that” He whispered, his lips still hovering over hers.

Y/n picked up her mug and grabbed his hand with her free one before dragging him to the living room.

Conrad sat down and situated then on the couch, situating her between his outstretched legs.

She knew his arrangement was intentional but found it sweet nonetheless.

Y/n smiled and curled up into him.

Even though she knew why he arranged them like that, it still did help her feel more comfortable in her own body while around him.

Y/n and Conrad were snuggled up together as they watched the movie and snacked on popcorn; warm and relaxed in each other's embrace.

“By the way, these sweats, look incredible on you” Conrad suddenly whispered into her ear, his hand slipping into the pocket of his sweatpants she had on.

He watched as she bit her lip with faux innocence, “not only are they one of my favorite pairs of yours because, God they’re soft! but also…”

She turned to look into his attentive gaze, “I usually avoid black since it can make people look taller… But since you like that…”.

Conrad felt his grin grow until he knew he was smiling like an idiot, all of his teeth showing, “Fuck, I love you”.

Slightly out of breath, he added, “and yes, I do like that. You are stunning in everything, including black. Especially, if it’s my clothing”.

As he noticed how flustered she became, Conrad’s grin turned into a confident smug as he kissed her shoulder.

The bonfire had been going for at least an hour by the time y/n and Conrad made their appearance.

It was supposed to be a relaxing evening with miscellaneous other beach goers.

Yet, it started off rough as it was now already after dusk and upon arriving, y/n promptly hit her head on one of the hanging decorations she didn’t see.

Y/n bristled immediately as those in the crowd who noticed her mishap laughed.

It wasn’t like the decorations were hung low, she was just taller than most of the girls.

And, the darkness did not aid her clumsiness nor her height difference.

Had they gotten there before sunset, she could’ve memorized where the obstacles were prior to it becoming hard to see.

Conrad clenched his fist at his side as the scene unfolded, not wanting to make a scene for her sake but pissed at those who were laughing.

However, as he watched his girlfriend take a few timid steps backward before hastily spinning around to face him, he wanted to change his mind.

He could see her insecurity and embarrassment clear as day, making him frown.

Conrad stepped forward and cautiously formed a secure grip on her.

He glared at those who were laughing, as he whispered, “you okay?”

She took a deep breath, “Yeah, thanks baby”.

It wasn’t intentional but they had gone separate ways at some point that night.

Conrad had excused himself to use the restroom.

At the same time, y/n told him she was going to go catch up with a friend for a bit.

However, she soon became thirsty and made her way to the unstable drink table that was barely staying upright on the uneven sand.

As she did, she unintentionally overheard a group of girls gossiping with each other.

“I think they’re breaking up,” one girl said, y/n recognized the voice as belonging to this girl from the country club; Hannah.

“Really?” Another girl asked, this time it was a voice y/n didn’t recognize.

“Yeah, Jenny and I heard something about that. Y/n and him have not been seen out at many parties together lately. Which isn’t normal. Like, oh my gosh, the other night, she came with friends and Conrad came with Jeremiah instead!” Hannah exclaimed with a disgusting amount of glee.

“Damn, I wonder what happened. I thought they were good” one of the girls who had been silent earlier spoke up.

Y/n didn’t even bother trying to figure out who it was that was sticking up for her relationship.

Instead, she felt a sheet of heartache and guilt slam against her.

She knew she was to blame, after all, she caused the distance between herself and Conrad.

It was the distance she caused that made people gossip like this about him.

She didn’t care what people thought of her relationship except for when it involved their views or opinions on Conrad.

Only then, did she feel the need to revise or reprimand someone for a backhanded comment.

“Oh God! I hope so! ‘cause Conrad’s soooo hot” Hannah grinned, sipping on her beer.

Y/n wanted to run but couldn’t.

It was as if her legs were punishing her for being insecure about them, because they now felt glued in place.

“I know girl, and you’d be so much cuter together” Sara, an old acquaintance of y/n’s from a few years ago, chimed in, making y/n take in a sharp gust of air.

“Honestly, like y/n is freakishly tall, even for him,” Hannah said, twirling her hair around her long polished fingernail.

“Seriously! I mean, girl! Do those legs ever stop? She’s like one of those… what’re they called.. oh, Amazon, girls” Hannah’s friend nodded.

Upon hearing this, her legs seemed to have finally agreed with her mind that she'd had enough as they shakingly began to move away from the group.

Finally, her body had decided to cooperate and y/n started to walk back to the fire to get away from their gossip.

However, it was still futile as party guests had suddenly surged closer, making it near impossible to pass.

Y/N’s eyes searched the crowd for either and escape route or her boyfriend.

As she scanned the area, Y/N heard Hannah laughing obnoxiously, “like what’s the point?! Sure she’s pretty. I guess.. but, those legs?”

Y/n unconsciously dropped her shoulders even lower and hung her head as it if made her look shorter.

“She is waaayy too tall, she knows it too” Sara scoffed, rolling her eyes.

“You think?” Hannah questioned with a sadistic smirk.

“Yeah, I’ve never seen her wear heels. She has gotta know it’s gross how tall she is compared to him” Sara answered confidently.

“Plus, everyone knows a taller boyfriend and shorter girlfriend is much better, no wonder he is ending it with her!” The other girl agreed, winking at Hannah.

Y/n clenched her teeth together as she began pushing her way through, dropping her drink onto the sandy floor.

Conrad had been laughing as he visited with one of his friends.

However, every few minutes he had done a quick scan to make sure she was safe.

He had begun this habit long before she even mentioned any self-confidence issues; instead, it was done out of his normal protective tendencies.

Once again his eyes searched the sea of bodies as he tried to find his girlfriend.

He ignored his friend’s conversation as his mind and eyes went into tunnel vision upon not seeing y/n where she was the last time he checked.

Not wanting to be rude to his friend, he nodded along cluelessly to the conversation as he kept scanning for her.

Another thing Conrad loved about her was that her height made it way easier for his panic to calm as he could easily find her in crowds when he needed her presence or when checking on her status.

So why couldn’t he now?

“Jere, do you see y/n?!” Conrad asked in a slightly panicked tone, not caring that he was cutting their friend off mid-sentence.

“No, do you think she left?” Jeremiah wondered as he stood on his tippy toes to look.

Conrad shook his head, “no, man. Things had been better the last few days and she wasn’t shrinking herself as much or running off”.

He tapped his thigh nervously before he thought to call her.

Conrad unlocked his phone to call her, worried that maybe some guy had tried something that Conrad couldn’t hear due to the loud music.

He’d never forgive himself if she was in danger and he didn’t know.

As he looked at his phone, his eyes widened upon seeing he had a few texts and a missed call from her.

Conrad audibly cursed himself for not having his vibration on so he could feel the notifications even if the music was too loud to hear them.

His fingers dashed across his screen as he called her back, “I’m so sorry! I just saw. I’m so sorry, where are you baby?!”

Y/n loudly sniffled as she struggled to talk.

But Conrad could just barely make out that she was trying to apologize and to say he could stay and enjoy the party.

“Hey, love, it’s okay, just tell me where you are, please. I need to know” he redirected as he stood on the chair beside him.

“I’m by the lifeguard stand” she whispered.

Conrad shifted his gaze to look further down on the beach, away from the party, and saw her leaning on the tower.

“I am on my way” he promised, already sprinting towards her; not caring what people might be thinking of his sudden behavior.

When he reached her, he promptly wrapped her in his arms and held her to him within seconds of her turning to him with sorrow.

“C'mere. Sit down. Tell me what's going on” Conrad guided.

“I-I can’t stop the self-deprecating thoughts about my height” she muttered, ashamed.

He kissed her forehead, “I know it’s hard Yn, but please, don't listen to that voice inside your head, listen to mine."

She wanted to just agree and not tell him what happened tonight.

But she knew better by now.

“Con… I-it’s not just in my head though” she whimpered into his chest as she lowered herself deeper into the sand.

Conrad paused as he tried to understand what she meant by that statement.

Y/n began crying harder as her shame took over her mind.

Conrad once again knew he looked like a kicked puppy, his eyes wide and sad as his lips arched downwards at a steep angle, “oh sweetie... what happened? Did someone say something to you?”

Conrad tried to keep his protective anger in check as she nodded.

“Who? What did they say? Why-?” He began firing off questions.

“Doesn’t matter Con, they’re right. They too agree you deserve better-“ she interrupted, not wanting him to keep pushing for more details as to who said it.

“I’m going to strangle every last son of a bi-..., Y/n, love " Conrad broke, watching y/n crying against him.

He noticed she began leaning back as if thinking of shutting down and pretending she was fine.

“Hey, hey, hey, don't let them say that. You're beautiful,” Conrad assured her.

“They think I’m too tall for you, Connie” y/n pouted with a small sniffle.

“I don't care what they think, to me, you are perfect” he confessed, rubbing her back.

“It’s… it’s not just me okay? Guys in general think tall girls are hot” Conrad argued, seeing her doubt still present.

“Mmmh, I only care about you anyways” she smiled softly, her hand bunching the material of his shirt between her palm and fingers, “but it’s just hard because I know guys don’t and I… I’m sorry it’s just I feel like you’re just saying that to try and make me feel better”.

Conrad licked his lips and nodded, “one second”.

Y/n waited wordlessly as Conrad typed away on his phone screen.

“See! Look, Harry Styles himself says, and I quote, ‘tall girls are hot. Short girls are cute.’” Conrad read, setting his phone back down.

“HARRY STYLES. Your favorite, and he too says tall girls are hot. Now see, if he knew you, he’d know you were both cute and hot. But, I’m glad he doesn’t cause I don’t need that kind of competition” Conrad teased lightly, smiling down at her.

She choked on a small laugh and shook her head as she cuddled into him, “there’s no competition Conrad. You’re everything. I just want you to feel good about who you’re with”.

“Y/n, I never doubted that I wanted to be with you. Not even when I just had a crush on you, let alone now” he promised, playing with her hair.

Kissing the side of her head, he whispered, “You're gorgeous baby, come closer, let me spoil you with all my love."

“Cooonnnn” she said, squirming in his arms as he placed kisses all over her.

Conrad didn’t say anything and just kept kissing her in random places until she was laughing loudly and visibly happy.

“I love you” she breathed out as he let her catch her breath.

“I love you too. I’m not sure what was said tonight, but they’re wrong. They’re beyond ignorant if they cannot see how incredible you are. Whatever was said, I’m sorry honey and I wish you’d tell me what happened so I can help even more. But it’s not true baby” Conrad rambled, feeling as though she was in a better mood to talk about it now.

“Basically… They said you finally saw things clearly regarding my height and were breaking up with me because of it” Y/n tentatively explained, knowing he’d be protective.

“I know it’s not true Con. But-“ she added, seeing the concern mixing with his otherwise angry eyes.

“Who?!” Conrad growled, fist clenched in the sand.

“Connie, it doesn’t-“ she resisted, sitting up and looking into his eyes directly this time.

“Y/n. Who. Said. That. To. You?” Conrad repeated, his eyes ablaze.

“It wasn’t to me, I was trying to grab a drink and overheard them saying that stuff… and going on and on trashing me and my height” she admitted, hand on his tense shoulder to try and calm him down.

Conrad knew what she was attempting to do, so he took several deep breaths in through his nose.

“Y/n, I need you to tell me who this was,” he asked again, his eyes softening as he looked at her.

“Con, it doesn’t change anything” she argued, squeezing his defined bicep.

“You’re right, they’re still wrong regardless. But, this cannot go unaddressed” he stubbornly huffed.

She sighed softly in defeat “I only cared because it dealt with you, if they were just saying the insults it wouldn’t have impacted so much”.

“You now I’ve not been lying about how I feel about you, your height, and your legs right?” Conrad questioned, letting the sand sift through his fingers as he released his grip on it.

“I know Connie, and I’m working on trying to get over the thoughts I had before” she promised, giving him a smile.

“It’s just hearing someone say that, you, in particular, have a problem with my biggest insecurity; you know? I’m trying Con, I promise..” y/n muttered weakly.

“Hey, I know, and you’ve been doing so well and it’s not easy to get over insecurities. But, I’m here to help. I’m not mad it impacted you, babe, I’m mad that they were talking crap about you and claiming that I thought those things” Conrad clarified, seeing how his anger was misinterpreted.

She nodded, shifting herself around to have her back to him again, “thank you Con, I’m okay now. I just needed you; you know?”

Conrad snuggled into her, “I know. And, see, that’s another thing I love about your long legs honey. You’re always there to support me when I need it, but your height means you can hold me the same way that I hold you. Like how you did when I had a long night dealing with Jere and my mom, and I was really upset”.

Y/N’s mind flashed back to a few summers ago when Conrad was very overwhelmed.

Susannah had gotten sick again, the cancer suddenly spreading rapidly.

Conrad blamed himself for not catching it earlier as if he could’ve somehow seen it coming if he’d payed more attention.

It was during a night that summer when she saw Conrad fully cry for the first time.

She’d rarely even seen his eyes water during their years of friendship, but that night he was sobbing.

Y/n couldn’t imagine the grief and pain he was in but comforted him as best as she could nonetheless.

She had wrapped him up in her arms so tightly it was as if she was shielding him from the hurt.

He clung to her as he shook, opening up to her in a way he hadn’t before.

Afterwards he was embarrassed for having been so vulnerable and not coming off as some overly emotionally-strong person.

But he still told her how much he appreciated her presence and comfort.

Y/n silently smiled to herself as she recalled the scene and the way he was so pleased to simply have had her there.

Conrad smiled back as he saw hers, “see.”

She nodded, resting her head back against his chest, “it is nice”.

He chuckled softly, “yes, it is, y/n. I just love holding you all the time. Like this is perfect. But, when I’m needing to remind myself that you’re here with me and I have you for support…, having your arms holding me and letting me just rest in your embrace, with your legs wrapped around me to keep me even closer…, nothing could’ve helped more than that”.

She rubbed her head against his chest while extending her legs as she stayed seated between his legs still, but now tapping his left foot with hers.

Conrad quickly got the point and raised his leg slightly so she could hook her leg underneath it.

Y/n slid her leg against the sand moving it below his leg slightly, her foot arched back to press against his ankle.

Conrad smiled to himself as he clasped his hands around her torso, “I still have some questions I need you to answer”.

“Okay,” she complied, rubbing her foot on his ankle as best as she could.

With some resistance she answered his questions, informing Conrad on who said these things, and what exactly was said.

Conrad kept himself calm as he reminded himself that he needed to get her situated first and then he’d deal with them.

As such, he thanked her for answering and soon took her home.

After he knew she was safe and in bed, he went back to the bonfire.

It didn’t take him long to find the girls he was furious with.

He didn’t care if he was making a scene or not as he went on about how he loved her and that the alleged flaws they were gossiping about were only a small example of the ways in which y/n was the most beautiful person.

The girls merely gawked at him in silence.

Conrad concluded his night by informing them that he better not ever hear about them talking that way about y/n again and then headed home.

The next day, y/n woke up to text from mother saying there was something for her on the steps that she brought inside and set by the door before leaving.

Y/n yawned as she slowly walked downstairs and to the door, sleepily rubbing eyes.

Seeing an elegant white box with a delicately wrapped silk bow around it, her mouth parted.

Y/n moved the bow ever so slightly to the right as her eyes caught glimpse of a small note card.

It didn’t have her name on it, but instead, the card was labeled “Babe,” with a small heart in handwriting she immediately knew recognized as Conrad’s.

She shook her head and smiled to herself, carefully carrying the box back to her room as she texted him.

As she walked, she removed and read the note card carefully.

“Y/n,

I hope you don’t mind, but I told y/f/n that I wanted to get you some heels. You mentioned feeling like you couldn’t wear them with guys, and I don’t want you to feel restricted with me. If you don’t want to wear them, or rather they be returned, that’s okay. I just wanted you to have the option. Y/f/n mentioned these were ones you’d had your eyes on, so hopefully you don’t mind me getting them for you. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you and know just how stunningly beautiful your height is. I promise to keep reminding you of that until you genuinely feel it too.

Heels or no heels, Stand Tall Darling!

-Conrad ❤️”

Tears were silently streaming down her face as she plopped into the bed, barely reaching the edge in time.

She wiped her eyes and then dried her hands on her lap before moving the card over to her nightstand.

As she turned back to the box, she slowly and tenderly unwrapped the bow from around the box, watching as it slipped off the corners and onto her bed.

Y/n opened the lid of the box excruciatingly slowly as if it would suddenly bite her.

Inside the box was the exact pair of black Gucci heels she and y/f/n had found in town a few weeks ago when y/f/n was getting ready for an event.

Y/N’s fingertips traced the velvet as tears fell down her cheeks despite the smile on her face.

“Connie” she whispered lovingly into the air even though she was by herself.

She delicately placed the shoes back in the wrapping paper in the box before getting her phone resume texting Conrad.

TEXTS

Conrad came back later that night after spending time with brother and Steven as he promised.

He knocked on her door and excitedly waited for her to answer it.

They had a fancy/formal date night planned at a new restaurant in Cousins.

Y/n took a deep breath and adjusted her dress once more before opening the door.

Her lips parted, tongue no longer resting at the bottom of her mouth as she took in the sight of him dressed up in a suit instead of his casual beach clothes.

“You look so good Con” she complimented as she grinned at him.

He just stared silently at her as his breath became caught in his throat.

“Con? Umm,” she panicked, rubbing her hands on the edge of her dress that was resting on her thigh.

She was now worrying her height made the dress too short, “is it too short on me? 'cause-"

Conrad soon found his head rapidly snapping side to side as his attention came back around.

He was still in a bit of a daze as he responded breathlessly, “no, no that’s not it, it’s not too short, …you just- wow”.

A surge of confidence rushed through y/n and made her giggle as she played with her hair, “yeah?”

Conrad dazedly nodded, still struggling to voice his compliment, “I- wow…- I umm- …you-".

Seeing him flustered over not being able to compose a simple sentence, y/n stepped closer with newly found confidence now.

As a result, she only slightly noticed the fact she had to dip her head slightly to kiss him now that she was in heels.

Conrad took a moment to react, but slowly wrapped her in his arms as he kissed her back.

When they pulled apart, he blushed and rubbed his neck.

“Okay, let me try that again” he chuckled briefly and took a deep breath, “y/n, you look radiant”.

Y/n bit her lip, placing her hand in his hair, “good, I’m at your level then honey”

Conrad glanced up slightly to look at her and teasingly shook his head.

He smirked as he argued, “you’re a level higher”.

Y/n laughed at his shamelessly bad joke, “damn, you’re cute! Now, let’s go, I’m starving”.

“Why are you staring?” Conrad smiled shyly, setting his menu down so he could see his girlfriend.

“Oh, uh, hey” she giggled nervously, making him smile more, “I just wanted to remind you that I love you."

At her confession, Conrad’s smile grew even more as he sweetly hummed.

He reached across the table for her hand, “I know you do, and I love you too”.

She nodded, squeezing his hand, “thank you for everything Connie”.

He responded by lifting her hand to his lips as she shook his head, brushing off what he felt was her unnecessary gratitude.

“Wait! Stay still, you look so ethereal like this." Conrad blurted from his lowered car window as he neared her.

Y/n had been waiting outside as Conrad pulled the car up for her.

She fought to keep her eyes from watering at how wonderful he was.

She agreed to let him take a photo as he declared the moonlight was hitting off of her just right.

He smiled and showed her the photo, “You know what I see here?”

“A beautiful girl?” She asked, expecting that to be his answer.

He kissed her cheek, “well, that’s self-explanatory since you’re in it, but, yes”.

She slapped his arm playfully and smiled.

Conrad slid his arm around her with a smug grin, “I see my precious, beautiful, tall, smart, and all-around wonderful girlfriend”.

She beamed over at him, “I seriously think this’ll be a much easier insecurity to overcome than I ever would’ve expected thanks to you Con”.

Conrad’s smug changed to a prideful smile as he stroked her cheek.

Y/n pulled him to her as they stood beside his car, silently rocking in each other's arms for a while.

As they moved to get into the car, she stopped and held his face in her hand, "seriously, thank you Con”.

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