#missed the first one bc i was in the shower but apparently people are still stuck on it. so that worked out

[kazhul]

lmao the boat broke

[milflewis]

Wait can you talk to me about the Sewis body swap AU? Since when is that a thing? I missed that this was a thing! How does it happen when does it happen pls I need to know more

ok ok so. a few weeks ago my brain broke a little after reading a friend of mine’s bodyswap story and went. what if this was sewis. and then i brainrotted in fran n kyle’s dms like i normally do and yeah. put some of the braindump under the cut bc it got long lol

the bodyswap that works like if you’re thinking of the other person. if you want them or if you want to be them or if you want to be with them. then you switch. doesn’t last that long. easy to reverse. you can either sleep on it and it switches back or get someone to switch you back.

and this happening to them over the years.

it’s 2008 and lewis wakes up one day in a hotel room with a toro rosso shirt draped over a chair and seb wakes up in a room with mclaren merch. and that one. that’s seb looking at lewis and wanting.

maybe it’s after that day where lewis was standing on his own in a meeting or something and seb apparently ran up to him, chatting away, lewis watching him.

maybe they switched one time, a few years back in gp3, back when they were britian’s brightest young star of the future against germany’s brightest young star of the future. they don’t talk about it.

they don’t talk about this time either.

it doesn’t happen in 2009.

it happens in 2010. three times in 2011. twice in 2012.

they still don’t talk about it.

seb thinks it’s all him. knows what he wants, and knows lewis sits under his skin, always always there since gp3. he wants other people too obviously over the years but lewis is always tucked away in the back of his mind.

sometimes it’s difficult to drag his eyes away from mark’s hair even when he’s angry with seb. especially when he’s angry with seb. (he thanks fuck that they never swapped bodies. it was close, he thinks, years later. he wanted mark and mark wanted to be him just as much as mark wanted him. it was so very close.)

and he wants jenson. they have fun. they laugh and drink and kiss in club bathrooms and have messy shower sex and eat cake they’re not supposed to eat in bed. it’s easy and good and jenson never hesitates in saying hi to seb in the paddock, hair still a little messy from last night.

sometimes he looks at nando, with his eyes and his deep anger and his teeth and his hair, that bone hard resentment and fury that seb itches to taste, and wants. it never happens, but seb wants.

but even then. even looking at kimi with his blond hair, and at michael’s broad shoulders and heavy hands pushing seb around while he laughs, he wants lewis.

he’s just always there.

he sleeps with mark sometime during 2017. mark who he has wanted for nearly as long as he has wanted lewis and, still, lewis sticks. lewis is still there.

lewis never tells nico about it. he figures it out himself when they switch sometime during 2014 and things are still good, still laughing, still understandable. nico smiles and for the first time in lewis’s life he doesn’t recognise him. seb stares out of lewis’s eyes and lewis swallows back the urge to cover nico’s face so he can’t see either of them. so they can pretend this never happened. nico smiles. “well,” he says. “now this is interesting.”

it is one of three times nico has ever scared him. he digs his nails into his palms. he’ll say sorry to seb tomorrow for scratching his hands.

jenson was the first person lewis told. the one they ended up somehow going to in 2008. he laughed for five minutes but has kept the sex jokes about it to a minimum since then and lewis loves him more than he can ever say.

it happens a handful of times during 2015. nico’s smile growing wider and wider each time. lewis knows it was seb everytime that year and hates how he can’t bring himself to hate him. seb at least looks apologetic when he sees lewis and doesn’t cause fights with nico in lewis’s body. lewis is so very tired.

toto never finds out. bono knows. lewis isn’t sure if christian does. he’s fairly sure rocky knew.

seb texts lewis. heard you might be joining me in ferrari. there is no question back then that seb won’t be the one replaced. lewis grins. why bother when i’ve got you. i can pop over anytime. seb laughs from across the room. charlie ignores them both.

a few months later, lewis sends him a picture of him standing in seb’s motorhome. he had a shower earlier, properly washed and conditioned seb’s hair. it’s still damp. seb sends him back a middle finger. and then, a picture of roscoe surrounded by newly bought squeaky toys.

they talk about wdcs and michael sometimes and mika. prost. senna. lewis wonders if they ever swapped. seb thinks yes.

(they never did. not when they were racing anyway. when alain retired, their minds went quiet enough that they woke up in each other’s bodies a few times in between the phone calls and aryton’s races. alain never asked aryton what was it that he was wanting.)

they talk about fashion and racing and roscoe. they talk about races not won and races that cling to you in different ways and if they could race anywhere where would they race. they talk about valtteri and kimi and charles and mick and george and daniel and jenson. they talk about nico exactly four times. they talk about mark more. nando a little less. they talk about seb in ferrari and then seb after ferrari. they talk about protesting and standing alone and kneeling and bees and what keeps them up at night. they talk about the cars and seb’s garden and baku and lewis’s music and star wars and the beatles. they talk and talk and talk over the years. over the phone. during driver’s parade. before conferences. on podiums. moments caught before qualifying. they somehow manage to never talk about this.

they keep swapping bodies and the chance at the title back and forth and they only talk about one of those things.

it slowly and surely and softly becomes a part of them. some days seb watches lewis’s fingers play with his rings and lewis wakes up in seb’s body and tidies his fridge and leaves little doodles on pieces of scrap paper around his house. other days lewis finds himself thinking of the hair on seb’s forearms and seb wakes up in lewis’s and bakes vegan bread and meticulously does lewis’s skincare and smiles at nico in the hallways of their apartment building just to freak him out. (it makes lewis laugh when nico looks weirded out to see him the next day even if he pretends to be annoyed at seb when he does it.) they keep wanting and they keep not talking about it.

they don’t really date. lewis sleeps with people every so often. stopping around 2019. he’s getting old. he never asks seb what’s the story with him.

they swap in 2020, a few hours before practise, angela swaps them back. and for the first time in years, lewis doesn’t know who was wanting the night before and is scared it was seb.

lewis is so close to the 7th. he is so very close and this is something they have never talked about but he also knows how seb feels about michael and he doesn’t know what seb was wanting the night before.

me or the wdc, lewis wants to ask him. which one were you wanting, he wants to say. but doesn’t.

lewis is brave. or at least he tries so very hard to be. but this. but this he can’t do. the last time he asked that question he had to live with the consequences and how they ate into him. so he stays quiet, wrapping the question up and swallowing it.

val seems to notice something (lewis never told him but val seems to know about it all, the swapping, lewis being in love with seb, anyway.) because he spends every minute he can that weekend with lewis. stays with him so everytime lewis is talking to someone (everytime he might possibly be talking to seb) val is there, solid and quiet and warm, and lewis loves him.

val follows him around, making near silent comments under his breath about everything and anything, and lewis barely stops laughing the entire time.

lewis wins the wdc and seb is there, right there, hand out and lewis grabs it and holds on because he’s so full of everything (he won he won he won he won he won) that he can’t not and he’s crying. he wasn’t supposed cry but he can’t help it (lewis hamilton seven time champion of the world) and he can’t fully breathe properly but it’s ok (this for all the kids out there who dreamed the impossible) because seb is right there and lewis is holding his hand. a hand that lewis knows, knows as well as his own, and seb is smiling at him, eyes crinkled at the corners.

“you’re making history man.”

and lewis knows that smile. knows the sound of that voice, how it dips and rolls. knows from watching him over the years, hearing him. knows from being in that body, smiling that smile, talking in that voice, that seb is happy for him. seb is delighted. seb is proud. and lewis can’t form the words to say anything right now so he pats him. and holds on.

(one time during the dark year with ferrari they swap bodies. when seb wakes back up in his own, lewis has cleaned his room, bought some fancy blanket and left it on his bed. it’s so soft it feels criminal. there’s a knock on his hotel room door hours later. when he opens it,,there’s a delivery person with some kind of german food that seb had never ordered even though it was his name on the package. this wasn’t the first time seb knew he loved lewis but it was the first time he realised that maybe, maybe, lewis loved him back)

then 2021 happens and it’s. it’s bad. there is barely any room in lewis’s head for anything other than the next race and he doesn’t want seb in his body here. doesn’t want him to see what this is like. and anyway. seb is somehow there nearly everytime lewis wants him to be, whether it’s in person or sending him blurry pictures of chickens and awful bee puns. they swap a few times. it’s nothing memorable.

(at the end of 2020, seb thought of going to lewis and talking about it. talking about everything. 2021 changed a lot of things.)

they don’t switch over the winter break. not once. lewis wants to tell seb thank you. thank you for giving me space. but well. that would require talking about it and lewis is still a little too shaken, a little too brittle, from abu dhabi that he doesn’t. he sends seb a clip of him in the ice bath, eyes catching off of seb’s hips, the broad width of his back. glad i couldn’t feel that cold. seb calls him twenty minutes later and rambles about everything he’s missed for an hour and thirty seven minutes.

2022 arrives and the car isn’t there and lewis is tired and sometimes he looks at seb and feels scared for something he can’t even define. they swap bodies back and forth and it’s one of the best parts of the season.

seb announces his retirement and it digs in and aches like it did when seb told him over the phone, hours before, voice quiet and low.

maybe, lewis thinks, standing in singapore, fireproofs sticking to him with sweat. maybe it’s time to talk about it.

lewis’s i know him as a human being taking on a whole other level

the only ppl seb swaps with are lewis and then michael that one time in 2010

them swapping during one of the rocs where seb drove with michael. (lewis forgot to put on the white noise music he falls asleep to when he tries to avoid thinking about seb and woke up in seb’s bed.) michael took one look at him and laughed so hard he started to cry. lewis punched him in the arm. glaring at seb’s small hands as michael laughed even harder. he switched them back with seb on facetime.

nando being so fucking annoyed in 2007 and so sure that lewis has the better car and wants it so badly that he actively swaps with lewis. lewis measuring the want to prove to nando that it’s lewis winning, not the car, against having fernando’s body win. jenson cackling as lewis texts him about what to do.

dantteri have swapped bodies exactly three different times. dan thinks it’s a sign that they’re meant to be. val just wants to be left alone. (he sends dan pictures of rosa the reindeer every so often though. they bonded when dan woke up one morning in val’s house and wearing his skin and walked outside to see an actual honest to god reindeer.)

(sometimes michael thinks him and mika don’t exactly swap bodies but live in each other’s minds. why would i need to wear his skin, he thinks, after spa, after that overtake, watching mika grin and blush at the praise people are showering on him, when i know his thoughts. when i know how he thinks.)

oh and yukierre !!

it doesn’t happen through the years when they’re teammates. well. it happens two times. barely nothing. both in the first year. they don’t talk about it.

(yuki was still following pierre’s lead in these things back then.)

they forgot about it. kind of. and then pierre goes to alpine or something. and suddenly they’re switching and pierre blames yuki because it can’t be him. he can’t have it be him because that means he’s spilling over again, wanting too much, asking for too much, and he can’t fail again. he can’t. he can’t. he needs to be perfect, so very perfect, and yuki knows it’s not him. not really. knows it’s pierre and both of them maybe that’s making this happen

[haikyuu-scenarios-drabbles]

Shower Friends (Miya Atsumu x F!reader)

The dorm you live in has co-ed bathrooms. Why that’s remotely a good idea is beyond you; and recently, your precious shower time is being interrupted by a certain blonde haired setter for the volleyball team. When he lies to his teammates that he has a girlfriend, somehow you get roped into his scheme.

genre(s): college!au, fake dating, angst, fluff, mutual pining, enemies to lovers (kinda), eventual smut (maybe)  words: 3.5k

a/n: ah the sweet sweet smell of mutual pining. also 3 more chapters are planned, not written yet though bc i just decided i’d be writing them lmao. hopefully can get started on that this weekend and post them next week 🤗

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Chapter Three

“You want me to help you with what?” You ask, a bit stunned when he showed up at the door, a terribly annoying but also cute pleading expression on his face.

He groans, his shoulders hunching forward in exasperation. “Ya really gunna make me repeat it?”

You peer closer at the top of his head and see that he’s being serious. The roots of his hair growing in are a dark brown and it had never even occurred to you that he dyes his hair the blonde color you’re so used to. “No, but why do you need my help?”

This is so embarrassing. Normally his roommate or a teammate can help him but none of them are available today and he’s already let the roots grow longer than he likes. But when one of them suggested you help him out instead, something inside him rebelled. For some reason, the thought of having you dye his hair for him made him uncomfortable, like he’s showing you an intimate part of him. This hair has been a part of him so long he can’t remember the last time he’d let it grow out.

“I can’t see if I got everything,” he admits. It took a lot of pacing around his room and staring at his roots for him to get up the courage to come over here to ask you. He can’t really explain why he was so against it, especially since you don’t seem to mind after you got over the initial shock of realizing this isn’t his natural hair.

A wave of relief washes over him when you sigh, conceding, “Alright. Just let me change into something I can get bleach on. I’ll meet you at your dorm.”

While he waits for you, he busies himself with mixing the dye together so it’s ready for you, and when you arrive in a t-shirt and shorts with paint splatters all over them, he mentally kicks himself for thinking about how even wearing something so simple you still look better than anyone he’s ever seen. Crossing your arms, you motion for him to take a seat at his desk. Before he does so, he reaches behind his neck to grab at the collar of his shirt and pull it over his head.

You stand there dumbfounded for a moment, it taking you a second to process that he’s now standing before you shirtless and you’re free to ogle his muscular chest and arms to your hearts content. He doesn’t pay any attention to you, knowing if he meets your gaze, he won’t be able to stop the heat threatening to crawl up his neck. Instead, he wraps a towel around his waist to protect his shorts and sits in the chair to wait for you.  

Except now, you have free reign to stare at his back, which is just as defined as the front of him and you need a few more seconds to reel your thoughts back.

“Whaddya waitin’ for darling?” He drawls, throwing you a glance over his shoulder, not expecting you to be standing there frozen, eyes pinned to his now bare chest.

He opens his mouth to tease you further, but your eyes snap to his and you practically shout, “Do you have another towel?” He just cocks a brow and then points to his closet where another towel is hanging on a hook. Snatching it, you return to him and drape it over his shoulders, hiding most of his annoyingly toned body. “Don’t want to get any bleach on your skin,” you explain, no way in hell ever admitting to him that you’re finding it hard to focus with him on display like that.

Absentmindedly, he hands you one of the clips he bought a long time ago, one that’s almost completely bleached itself and you start running your fingers through his hair to section it. He closes his eyes, focusing intently on the soothing sensation of your fingers on his scalp, doing his best not to groan out loud at how good it feels. With anyone else, this isn’t anything special, normally he sits as patiently as he can whilst trying not to annoy whoever is doing his hair (lest they decide to ‘mess up’ as punishment). But with you, it’s a different feeling entirely.

It's jarringly intimate as you clip his hair back and reach over him to grab the plastic gloves that came with the dye. Lathering up the applicator brush, you start slathering it onto his hair, trying your hardest to make sure it’s evenly distributed and surrounding each strand. As you do so, you ask, “How long have you been doing this?”

He resists the urge to shrug, not wanting to jostle you, replying, “Osamu and I started in middle school.”

“Osamu dyes his hair too?”

“Yeah, he goes for gray. But I’d heard blondes have more fun so—here we are.”

He grits his teeth as your fingers skim over his scalp, glad for the towel you wrapped around him to hide the goosebumps skittering along his bare skin.

“Let me guess,” you muse. “You guys did it because people couldn’t tell you apart?”

“That,” he laughs, “And we thought it would look cool. The first time we did it, it looked like shit.”

Your answering laugh warms his heart as you unclip a section of hair and keep working. “I can’t imagine your mom being too happy about it.”

“Livid. We got bleach everywhere.”

You laugh, continuing to move through his hair methodically. It doesn’t take very long as you’re just dying his roots and they weren’t that bad to begin with, contrary to what Atsumu thinks. When you finish, he gives you a sheepish look and has to swallow his pride to ask you to help him wash it out. Every time he’s tried to do it himself, he always ends up leaving a huge chunk of bleach somewhere.

You oblige, following him to the bathroom, not bothering to care about the looks you get along the way. If they want to stare at a shirtless Atsumu and then glare at you for having that all to yourself, that’s their prerogative. It does wonders for your confidence, regardless that all of this is a ruse.

Luckily, the bathroom is empty and Atsumu dutifully bends over the sink to let you start washing the dye out of his hair. He’s immensely grateful his eyes are shut, and his face is shoved into the sink to hide his flushed cheeks as he thoroughly enjoys your fingers running through his hair. The sensation of your fingernails lightly scraping over his scalp makes him ball his fists as he has to bite his lip to keep from making any sounds.

You’re unbothered, until you notice the towel has slipped from his shoulders and with the way he’s bracing himself against the counter every muscle in his back and arms is on display for you to see. It’s an effort to continue your task as if nothing is wrong and force yourself to look off into the distance instead of eyeing him up.

It’s no easy feat. Especially when you finish and he rises, scrubbing at his face with the discarded towel before moving on to his hair. You press your lips into a firm line and let yourself indulge just a little bit looking at the way his muscles flex with the movement, droplets from his damp hair trailing down the planes of his chest towards the waistband of his shorts and—your attention is broken at the sound of him chuckling and you snap your gaze to his.

You find him staring at you with mischief sparkling in his eyes, so you speak before he can tease you. “Is that it?”

“We have to actually dye it now.”

“Oh.” You turn on your heels desperate to escape his gaze. “Let’s go then.” A smirk plays across his lips, but he refrains from teasing you, solely because he very much enjoyed the way you were looking at him and doesn’t want you to stop.

And yeah—sue him if he thinks about your hands in his hair for the rest of the day. In the end, he might be a little grateful no one else was available to help him.

When mid-semester break arrives, it comes as a surprise that you actually miss each other. What surprises you even further, is that he’s the one to bring it up. Within the first night, he video calls you, a sheepish expression on his face, explaining he needed someone to complain to.

“What do you mean?” You teased. “Sounds like you’re getting stuffed with good food from Osamu and you have plenty to brag about.” You winked, smiling devilishly at him and pointing to yourself. You’re only joking. Slightly. You aren’t sure what will come about if he tells his family about you, or if that’s even a good idea. It’d be much easier to break this off cleanly without the involvement of each other’s families.

He sighs, flopping down on his bed and scrubbing his face with one hand. “They’re just dyin’ to meet you now.”

Your brows lift, half-expecting him to have tried to keep this a secret. “You told them?”

“I wasn’t gunna,” he explains. “But apparently some college sports news channel caught um—,” he coughs awkwardly, remembering very vividly this day, yet the two of you haven’t acknowledged it since. “Our—uh—celebration.”

Eyes widening, you stare at him a moment before the both of you burst out laughing. Between your giggles you manage to say, “Oops.”

Laughing alongside you, he grins, despite the pang in his heart at the voice in his head desperately trying to remind him all of this isn’t real. You aren’t his girlfriend and the moment all of this ends, you probably won’t bat an eye at him ever again. He hates how much that hurts.

Forging onward towards his demise he discloses, “I am now a very proud owner of a very jealous brother now, so thank you.”

That only makes you keep grinning, setting a hand on your cheek and dramatically saying, “What? Of little ol’ me?”

He fights the urge to tell you that yes—jealous of little ol’ you. The girl who is slowly becoming the girl of his dreams. The beautiful, funny girl who deals with him and everything that comes with him. He swallows all that, keeping the mood and saying, “He refuses to let me try any of his onigiri. A crime, really.”

“Of the highest caliber,” you agree, stifling your laughter. “Though I’m sure you steal some when he isn’t looking.”

“Yeah, but he caught me and hit me on the head with his spoon.”

“How dare he. Lucky for me, my family is clueless.”

“What do they think yer doin’ right now then?”

Shrugging you say, “I told them I had a project to work on with a classmate. Which isn’t entirely a lie, I do have a project to work on. But someone interrupted.”

He smirks. “Wonder who that could be.”

“Beats me.” His responding grin does something to you that’s been happening a lot more frequently lately. Making you feel like all the air has been punched out of you and like your heart is going to beat out of your chest. Though, you’ve gotten quite good at hiding it.

In the distance, you hear someone calling his name. He panics, it’s bad enough his family knows about you now, but he isn’t sure if he’s ready for them to meet you. Especially Osamu, who he has the sinking feeling is already suspicious of this. It’ll be a miracle if he can slip this by him.

“Gotta go!” He says quickly, and before he ends the call, he hears you chuckle and say, “Beware the spoon.”

Every day his situation only gets worse.

The next night he can’t get Osamu off his back. Enough that when he tries to retreat to his bedroom to give you a call, pathetically missing you again, Osamu bursts in when he’s about two minutes into the video call with you. He tries to shove him out, embarrassed and afraid Osamu will see straight through him. But Osamu is stubborn, and he hears you laughing on the other end of the call before saying, “Aww, Atsumu won’t you at least let me try to charm the pants off him?”

He grits his teeth, the thought that he wants you to charm the pants off of him, not his brother flitting through his head before he can stop it. But he relents, letting Osamu sit backwards on his desk chair to join the conversation.

He isn’t sure how, but somehow you get Osamu to believe this is real in a matter of minutes. You have him laughing and talking about culinary school and he almost feels jealous that your attention is now on Osamu instead of him. It’s a ridiculous notion, he knows it, but it doesn’t stop him from keeping the camera on him as much as possible.

When the call ends, Osamu looks at him seriously, and for a moment Atsumu thinks he’s just been pretending to believe you this entire time. However, he breaks into a smile and smacks him on the back saying, “Got yerself a keeper, there.”

Atsumu tries to grin with as much sincerity as he can. Yeah—he knows he does. But that isn’t going to stop this from ending.

That night, both of you go to bed feeling like you’re getting in too deep.

And as per usual, when school starts back up again, neither of you bring it up. You’re happy to keep ignoring it, hating yourself for liking this arrangement and him more and more every day. It sad really, how much time in your day is spent thinking about him. Wondering if there’s any possibility that the two of you could just transition to a real relationship. Because to you, that’s already what this is. Nothing would change, but at least you’d stop feeling guilty every time you enjoy his hand in yours or the soft press of his lips to the top of your head.

A few days after returning to school, you find yourself alone with him in his dorm room studying. He’s sitting at his desk, hunched over a textbook while you lay on his bed, head propped up by an elbow. You can feel your eyes drooping, the words blurring together, it becoming harder and harder to stay awake. His bed is too comfortable and smells overwhelmingly like him, a scent you’ve come to enjoy every time you’re pressed up against him. A mixture of his body wash and the ever-present faint smell of the volleyball court. Eventually you’re powerless against the solace of sleep.

When Atsumu notices you, his heart jumps into his throat. You look so serene and peaceful, your chest rising and falling ever so slightly, part of him wants to crawl in beside you and press his face into your neck and fall asleep right along with you.

But he too has begun to feel like this game has gone too far. The moment he had to tell his family, lie to Osamu, he knew he’d crossed a line. It isn’t fair to you. No longer does he need to pretend for his teammates that he can have a serious relationship, there isn’t a reason to torture himself and keep you tied to him anymore.

Yet, thinking about not being without you, no longer eating lunch together, studying together, or having you in the stands at his games wrenches his heart in such a way he actually feels like it’s crumpling inside his chest. He hasn’t been able to admit it, but at some point along the way, he thinks he fell in love with you. And it just hurts too much to keep pretending. Especially when you’re only doing this for peace and quiet during your showers.

For you, he shouldn’t drag this on any longer.

So, a couple days later, you texted him telling him you were in the library and can join him anytime if he wants. A harmless text, one you’ve sent him many times since this whole thing started, but this one makes his heart sink. Knowing this is the opportunity he’s been waiting for to talk to you. He tries to not think about it, trying to let volleyball take over his thoughts, but it’s futile. All he can think about is saying those words to you, and how it’s quite possibly going to utterly destroy him.

But you take it well, as he expects, squashing the hope that you might feel something for him too.

That night in the library feels particularly lonely. There’s no quick-witted remark from the boy who carved himself a place in your life, no one there to make you laugh when you’re struggling with a problem. Instead, you’re met with nothing but the darkness and silence of the library. It’s almost too much to bear, and once the silence starts closing in on you—you force yourself to leave, refusing to let yourself wallow.

The next weeks are hard. He never imagined that he’d think that after all of this was over. He keeps showering in the mornings to avoid you and uphold the deal you two struck months ago. He ignores the empty hole in his chest when he eats lunch without you, or studies late alone. The most jarring thing is your absence at his games. He constantly finds himself searching the crowd for your face, before remembering you won’t be there. He misses that intense gaze he could always feel on his back, the one that kept him awake at night when he let his thoughts run wild.

He feels as though something has been ripped from his life, leaving nothing but a gaping hole behind that seems intent on devouring him whole.

The same can be said for you.

Who knew you’d ever miss his teasing remarks while you shower? Or miss how you could complain to him endlessly about classes and then have him comfort you in the warm solace of his arms? Even the little things like walking to class together, now that you do it alone, it feels like there’s something missing.

The two you go on like that, thinking of the other every night before sleeping, tossing and turning with the thought of what could have been.

And eventually, you reach the point where you’re over it. Over pining after him day after day, peering out your door to make sure he isn’t around, or taking detours just to avoid him in the hallways. You’re over it. Enough that you’re willing to swallow your pride and confess to him, even if he doesn’t feel the same way—maybe you can fucking move on then.

Before you can talk yourself out of it, you stomp to his dorm room, his roommate opening the door; his eyes widening upon seeing you. Immediately, he grabs his keys saying into the room, “I forgot I need to go to the store Atsumu, see you later.”

He leaves no time for Atsumu to protest, out the door in a matter of moments, leaving you standing in the doorway. Atsumu is just sitting in his desk chair, looking dumfounded at you, having fully expected to never see you again.

The gears in his head grind to a halt as you say, “This is stupid.”

He gives you a bewildered look, unsure what exactly you mean by that.

You steel your courage and press on. “I like you. And you like me. I think. And all this pretending that we don’t is stupid.”

After a few moments, his lips curve into a smile, the mischievous one you used to hate but now feel relief seeing. He can’t help the joy building in his chest at your confession. How many sleepless nights thinking about this very moment did he endure?

“You said it,” he teases.

Despite giving him a look, you do nothing to stop the grin rising to your lips. “Well, it didn’t seem like you were going to.”

His smile only widens, and he motions you into the room. “Get yer butt over here already.”

You move on instinct, striding into the room and climbing into his lap, settling your legs on either side of his you wrap your arms around his neck. The overwhelming sense that yes—this is exactly where you want to be, washes over you. He smirks up at you, his large hands resting at your waist, waiting for your next move.

“I can’t believe I actually missed that stupid smirk,” you say, lowering your lips to his, fingers slipping into the short hair at the base of his neck.

His smile hasn’t faltered, muttering against your lips teasing, “Does this mean I can shower at night again?”

A laugh bubbles out of you, but he smothers it in another kiss and refuses to let go.

[maraudingforflesh]

SakuAtsu

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29129124/chapters/71509197

again, like this (55,735 words); they hook up for the first time after they’ve both lost at nationals during their last year of high school and then they keep hooking up even when kiyoomi is in college and atsumu is in the pro league

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29004675/chapters/71185563

安心 (Peace of Mind) (84,717 words); this behemoth of a fic is a straight up masterpiece centered on kiyoomi as he grows up and thinks about volleyball and atsumu

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27206239/chapters/66454693

Stick With You (99,365 words); at the start of the pandemic kiyoomi and atsumu end up stuck on an island in the Philippines after the rest of the team manages to

make it home to Japan without them

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29473077/chapters/72398289

ATSU101: how to fall in love with your fake boyfriend (110,679 words); college!au in which atsumu needs a fake date to a party and kiyoomi needs a fake boyfriend to scare off a suitor

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30823448

Uncover (3,928 words); 5 times the team realizes kiyoomi and atsumu are closer than they thought +1 time they get an explanation

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26645923

Through the Years (14,376 words); au where they’re high school sweethearts who broke up before kiyoomi joined the jackals but a team trip and a blizzard might help them reconcile

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28938666

No Hard Feelings (9,313 words); they’re fwb but they’re also much more than that even if feelings are hard and kiyoomi takes a while to figure it out

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29260299/chapters/71852220

but we're not, like, in love (17,303 words); the team makes them share a room since they’re both so keen on random hookups during away games and they start hooking up with each other but they’re not like in love or whatever

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25394974

lay it on me (no, really) (4,261 words); atsumu volunteers to be kiyoomi’s body pillow during away game hotel stays

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27976293/chapters/68521347

as long as you’re drunk (43,739 words); inunaki tells the team about an article he read that says people who sleep together five consecutive times always fall in love and kiyoomi and atsumu figure their current count of 13 times is really only 4 when you eliminate the times they were drunk so as long as one or both of them is drunk they can keep having sex without falling in love

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30624719

When I say I love you, only you know what I mean (20,778 words); they’re best friends and roommates and they’re going through shit in their own ways and atsumu brings kiyoomi on vacation with him

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26250040/chapters/63894739

Dysfunctional (27,175 words); their love story starts in high school, but they need some time to grow up and really be able to make this thing work

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27443362/chapters/67088767

Within Sight, Within Mind (25,954 words); when kiyoomi heads to college and atsumu heads to the pro league they start Skyping to stream volleyball matches together and things progress from there

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30528402

lovin' you is a gift (in and of itself) (17,270 words); kiyoomi showers atsumu with gifts but atsumu doesn’t need to have his love bought

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30654398/chapters/75630854

didnt see this comin (6,072 words); teammates, best friends, and now roommates

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28666158/chapters/70272810

Smoke and Mirrors (48,713 words); a photo of them making out at a charity event goes viral - cue fake dating and complicated feelings

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28675323

habits shaped like you (5,314 words); domestic roommates content is the shit y’all (also I’m a sucker for atsumu being soft)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31431962/chapters/77739170

The Dos and Don’ts of Loving Sakusa Kiyoomi (15,076 words); the team has a competition to see who can get kiyoomi to smile or laugh the most and atsumu really wants to win

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27843829

two pump chumps (12,646 words); kiyoomi throws their competition for most service aces leading to this very sweet fic that is mostly just porn

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25760554

every action has an equal and opposite reaction (10,485 words); it takes a Calvin Klein ad for kiyoomi to realize he’s in love with atsumu

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30744863

Roll On, Seventh Wheel (8,857 words); atsumu is finally kiyoomi’s best friend but now apparently every member of their team wants to be kiyoomi’s boyfriend

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26703058

Clipped To You (8,174 words); kiyoomi starts wearing hair clips and it’s kind of ruining atsumu’s life

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25675576

I Promise To Show Up (24,169 words); soulmates!au in which kiyoomi can see the red string of fate but he wishes he couldn’t

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29512401

Love Like This (12,433 words); in which kiyoomi is a college student who doesn’t want to go to a party and atsumu is his best friend who’s already gone pro and makes him go to the party

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29607435

laid bare, right there (26,690 words); 5 times they tell each other what to do +1 time they don’t need to - a love story told using alcohol as an extended metaphor

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25637944/chapters/62238292

Some Memories, We May Keep (31,552 words); moments missing from the canon in which they fall in love and atsumu contemplates the value of memories

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26609455

the affective presence of our black and white reruns (19,550 words); atsumu and kiyoomi meet at the youth training camp and atsumu wants him and they keeps meeting and seeing each other and atsumu keeps wanting even when they’re on the same team even when they’re sleeping together

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25748848/chapters/62528731

parallax error: angle of inclination (10,986 words); the story of their relationship from the time kiyoomi joins the black jackals to their first kiss as told by atsumu

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26213260/chapters/63796210

parallax error: line of sight (11,642 words); companion piece for the above fic telling the story from kiyoomi’s pov

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25525333/chapters/61930975

Tale as old as time (14,448 words); taking pictures of somebody just bc you like being around them and watch to capture the moment so you can post it and brag about getting to be part of that is so intimate y’all the onsen trip in this fic took me out

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26529025

golden ties, fluffy pillows and plastic wraps (14,862 words); atsumu convinces kiyoomi to attend a gala dinner with him and even gets him to coordinate their outfits so they match (y’all the other fics in this series are also so good pls read)

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1911892

know you better & related stories (series); they don’t click when kiyoomi first joins the black jackals but they make an effort to get to know each other for the sake of volleyball

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28847175

my first kiss (went a little like this) (6,384 words); atsumu offers to teach kiyoomi how to kiss

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1883938

we call everything on the ice, "love" (series); figure skating!au in which they start as a pair then move to singles skating then fall back together eventually

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23589403

three roses and a smile (19,768 words); academia!au in which kiyoomi is a surgeon and atsumu is a microbiology researcher

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25849213/chapters/62802427

Above Average. (27,498 words); kiyoomi brings atsumu home to meet his family and it doesn’t exactly go well

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28736619

gold rush (18,053 words); atsumu makes it his mission to befriend kiyoomi once he joins the jackals and he’s nothing if not persistent

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1864450

This love isn’t crazy (series); their relationship chronicled by vlogs

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30734699

2AM Solace (8,999 words); running into atsumu in the laundry room in the middle of the night became part of kiyoomi’s routine

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22859008

Notice (7,034 words); atsumu is the third person to find out about his own crush on kiyoomi

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25444576

The Jacket In Your Closet (8,681 words); atsumu gives kiyoomi his jacket when he’s having a panic attack and kiyoomi holds onto it for years

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27190837

Confessions of a V-League Setter (3,309 words); kiyoomi has never been confessed to and atsumu intends to fix that

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27637051

Intertwined (25,886 words) soulmates!au in which you body swap with your soulmate

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27028369/chapters/65984323

Better Together (17,004 words); atsumu proposes with a Twinkie while he’s drunk and kiyoomi still says yes

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27912220

The Love Language of Hair Toner (6,369 words); soulmates!au in which you have a strip of hair the same color as your soulmate’s

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28464351

intervention fer yer weird obsession (5,186 words); atsumu is a little obsessed with kiyoomi’s moles

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24599536/chapters/59422036

Who Could Have Seen This Coming? (16,706 words); kiyoomi invites atsumu over on impulse bc atsumu is having a bad day and it turns out kiyoomi maybe likes him and his company

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28423044/chapters/69648837

confessions (9,587 words); kiyoomi was an atsumu fanboy through high school and university and now that he’s atsumu’s irl boyfriend he can never let atsumu know his secret

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27811675

People Will Say We’re in Love (9,576 words); Twitter thinks they’re together so they try their best to disprove that without much success

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28558275

Notice (5,450 words); atsumu having dyslexia is one of my favorite things and I like this very sweet fic about it

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27074200/chapters/66106201

A Liar’s Truth (49,668 words); kiyoomi is raised to believe that gay people go to hell but atsumu’s thighs might be worth the risk

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1983235

commit to memory (series); domestic fics in which they figure out intimacy with one another

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29350110

On Love and Onigiri (20,595 words); au in which atsumu is an author who really wants to impress book critic kiyoomi

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27757792

i’ll do anything you say (if you say it with your hands) (7,612 words); atsumu draws words and shapes on kiyoomi while they do partner stretches at practice

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27386530

I wish to live in a world (24,835 words); story from komori’s POV centered on how he sees his cousin fall in love and grow up

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29106117

Touch (8,815 words); abo fic in which kiyoomi hates alphas but never really manages to hate atsumu

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28437999

The Self-Inflicted Torment of Loving Miya Atsumu (28,847 words); atsumu keeps flirting with iwaizumi despite oikawa’s return and kiyoomi is suffering (also the first fic in the series is the same story covering the iwaoi perspective and it is also v good and cute)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29869011

liked and subscribed (26,470 words); kiyoomi is a camboy as a side hustle and he starts sexting one of his subscribers

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30228108/chapters/74488023

Stuck in the Sunshine (73,925 words); atsumu is a virgin with a bucket list of firsts and kiyoomi offers to help him check them off

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28620252/chapters/70148025

The Story of Us (98,234 words); after a car accident and a traumatic brain injury kiyoomi is left with amnesia and atsumu is left the only person who still remembers that they were secretly in love with each other

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24419953

liminal spaces (25,969 words); atsumu becomes fixated on his interactions with kiyoomi and has a hard time processing his emotions and

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26996737/chapters/65899813

Accidentally in Lust (40,483 words); atsumu accidentally sends kiyoomi a dick pic and things spiral from there

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29303172

let me be the unspoken letters on your lips (5,975 words); college!au - they’re very open about their relationship and it isn’t their fault if no one believes them - and they were roommates!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29601684

Nails, Hair, Hips, Heels (8,638 words); look they’re both hot and painfully aware of how attractive each other are

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23393830

Brushing my fingers through those silky locks (10,452 words); washing someone’s hair to calm them down from a panic attack is a love language

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27377815/chapters/66904276

today of all days (13,760 words); kiyoomi struggles with mental health and misdiagnoses but he also heals

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25397929

Miscommunicating (4,773 words); they have a fwb deal and atsumu doesn’t realize he’s in love until osamu calls him out for carrying wet wipes

https://archiveofourown.org/series/2049654

Carnaval des Animaux (Carnival of Animals) (series); au in which kiyoomi is an Olympic figure skater

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29935584

two slow dancers (6,250 words); “shut up” “make me” the fic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24225535

ink blossoms (8,186 words); tattoo artist/florist!au

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29175837

The Devil’s Trill (9,262 words); orchestra!au

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23517244

Orientations in Planetary Orbits (3,813 words); atsumu and kiyoomi accidentally swap sweatshirts after practice and it sends kiyoomi into a bit of a crisis

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29318220

sakusa kiyoomi's boyfriend is who? (8,463 words); apparently kiyoomi has a boyfriend but atsumu doesn’t know that he’s the boyfriend

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28814007/chapters/70667205

Pulling Gravity (30,346 words); their relationship through the years - atsumu has a pull like the sun moving kiyoomi and drawing him into orbit

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29025777

Let The Ground Rumble And Shake (2,411 words); atsumu suffers a head injury during practice

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25694983

four leaf clover (5,973 words); hyper mobility is a curse that kiyoomi has worked to turn into a weapon for volleyball

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28582266/chapters/70049214

Here Is Your Verse (15,556 words); atsumu ends their FWB deal and kiyoomi shouldn’t care but absolutely does

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26044960

halcyon (2,223 words); atsumu isn’t sleeping well but kiyoomi helps with that

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28671468

alliance (3,354 words); their fake relationship is just a mutually-beneficial arrangement until it is definitely more than that

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30406824

WHAT IN CARNATION (10,661 words); atsumu has hanahaki

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28061016

too busy being yours (9,026 words); kiyoomi has hanahaki

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1921516

Terminal Curiosity (series); obviously these are porn and centered on BDSM but damn if they aren’t also character-driven masterpieces

[myboipotterimagines]

Oblivious - Draco Malfoy/Fred Weasley x Reader

Request:  Could you write a Draco Malfoy ×plus size reader imagine where the reader is oblivious when someone flirts with her and Draco just gets secretly jealous and finally snogs her and makes her realize that he was jealous when other guys flirted with her?

(A/N: So I got a little carried away and this is about 50% a Fred fic. I hope that’s okay bc I really like how it turned out. Also I think I’ll be making a part two of this fic. I really love it.)

“Are you going to the Quidditch game tonight?” Fred asks, leaning over to you when McGonagall isn’t looking.  “Wouldn’t miss it. You better take ‘em down.”  “I’ll send a bludger Malfoy’s way just for you,” he smiles.  You smile back. “Good.”

When the aforementioned bludger slammed into Malfoy, you cheered. Fred met eyes with you for a moment before being knocked by a bludger himself. “Yikes,” you murmured. 

He was fine, of course. After the obvious win, you all returned to the Gryffindor common area, a feeling of victory heavy in the air. The night slowly calmed and you retired to a love seat in the corner, finishing the last bit of your potions homework. When the right side of the couch declined, you look up to see Oliver. “Good game,” you smile. “It was a tough one but I think everyone pulled out the stops tonight,” he laughed. He paused, “do you want something to drink?” “I mean, if you’re offering,” you shrugged with a grin. He returned a moment later with two Butterbeers.  “Thank you very much,” you say before taking a swig.  “You’re very welcome,” he replied. The two of you talked for a few minutes before he was called in by his other teammates. 

The next day was far less exciting. You had potions with the Slytherins which was always more scarring than exciting. Harry sat beside you today, abandoning his usual seat next to Ron. Today’s potion was particularly difficult and when Harry’s exploded you heard laughs behind you. You scowled at Draco and his partner, who were both throwing insults at the boy beside you. “That’s really unnecessary,” you respond before Harry wraps an arm around you, pulling your attention away from the two boys. 

The laughing immediately stopped, the room now filled with an awkward silence. You were more than relieved to leave when class was finally over. When you left, you met eyes with Draco whose expression changed only slightly before Harry pulled you away. “If you want to come to practice with me I’ll give you some flying lessons when we’re done,” Harry offered once you had gained some distance from the potions classroom.  “Hmm, that is a good offer,” you considered.  “Is that a yes?” he asked, gently knocking into you.  “Yes,” you said with a laugh and a return shove. 

Practice didn’t last long. Apparently both Gryffindor and Slytherin were booked for the field. Instead of alternating, the teams decided to practice together. This, of course, led to a fight between Harry and Draco, and thus both teams. Eventually it became out of control and one of the Slytherins got knocked straight into the bleachers you were sitting on, knocking you off balance and down several rows. “Ow,” you groaned, holding onto your ribs. “Alright, that’s enough!” Oliver yelled, trying to break up the fight.  Fred flew to you, extending a hand for you to get on his broom in front of him. “Come on, I’ve got you.” You leaned back against him, your ribs still throbbing in pain. Fred wrapped both arms around your side, holding onto the broom in front of you. You felt safe riding with him.

Fred took you to the infirmary, carrying you once you reached to ground. He stayed by your side as Madam Pompfrey cast enchantment after enchantment, slowly healing your wounds. Every so often you got the strength to look up at him. He would smile and mouth, “you’re doing great.” When she was done, you felt an urge for sleep wash over you. “Thank you,” you murmured before your eyes fluttered shut. 

When you woke up, Fred was gone and Draco was in the bed beside of you with a bloodied nose. “What happened?” you asked, slowly pushing yourself into a sitting position.  “It’s honestly none of your business,” he says, a tone of annoyance in his voice.  “Wow, you’re a jerk even when wounded. It’s nice that you’re consistent.” “I’m sorry, I’m just hurting. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

An apology from Draco Malfoy. You were about to comment about how absurd it was when Madam Pompfrey approached Draco, now casting healing spells on him. It only took three before he was ready to go. She then looked you over and released you as well.  “I’ll walk you back,” Draco suggested. 

You began walking down the corridor, an awkward silence falling between you two.  “I’m sorry you got hurt,” he finally said. “It was really foolish of us.” “It’s okay. That’s just how you all are. I knew the risk when Harry invited me I guess,” you laughed.  Draco’s mood immediately changed. “Of course it was Potter.”  “Sorry, I know you guys hate each other.”  Draco sighed, “Will you just come with me?” Instead of turning left to head to your common room, Draco let you right, and before long you were at the entrance of the Slytherin common room. Two doors down is his room. You enter it, immediately drawn to the dark wood and dark green linen. Draco motions for you to sit on a bed as he rummages through a drawer. He finally finds what he was looking for - a dark gray vial.  “Here, this should help with any pain in your ribs. I made it in potions class.”  “Thank you,” you say, placing the vial in your pocket. You stand. “I better get going, I’m studying with Fred this evening.

Before you reach the door, Draco grabbed you, pulling you flush to his chest. The action was swift, leaving you shocked for only a second before realizing what he had actually done. “How are you so oblivious?” he asks, his breath hot against your cheek. His hands move to the back of your head, his fingers intertwined in your hair. Your eyes meet for only a moment before he moves in. You lips meet fast, both moving as if this is the last time they’ll ever touch. The kiss is messy and all encompassing. You grab onto the back of his robes, pulling the fabric into a fist as Draco pushes you into a wall, his neediness growing by the second. You’re only distracted a second by the knocking at the door before Draco swiftly pulls out his wand and spells it locked, his wand then dropping to the floor. 

He uses his now free hand to push you onto the closest free bed, quickly climbing on top of you. He removes his robes, leaving him in only a bloodied white shirt and dress pants. You grab onto him, pulling him down to meet you once more. In one swift motion, he flips the two of you so you’re on top of him. You lean down to kiss him but he pushes you up, undoing your outer robes. He begins on your shirt, but you grab onto his hands. “We’re moving too fast. I don’t want to go any further.”  Draco’s hand falls to his lap. “Okay. I’m fine with just this,” he says, pulling you close once more. 

Returning to the Gryffindor dorm after spending the night with a Slytherin was by definition - the walk of shame. You tried to avoid everyone but were immediately met by the trio. “Where were you?” Hermione asked, running into your arms.  “I’m okay, I promise. I just had a weird night.” “What does weird mean? You didn’t come home. We all thought you were kidnapped,” Harry responded.  “Or worse,” Ron added. “I know. I’m sorry, it’s just really unexpected and I don’t want you guys to be mad at me.” “Why would we be mad? We’re just worried, (Y/N),” Hermione said, rubbing your arm.  “I know. I was with Draco.” 

At that moment, you thought Harry was having a heart attack. He stood still, eyes wide. “You were with Draco all night?”  “Why Draco?” Ron asked. “Of all people?” “This is why I didn’t want to tell you guys. I know how much you hate him.” “I hate that you stayed overnight with anyone. But with him? I’ve got to go take a shower or something before I vomit on sight,” Harry said before retreating upstairs. It wasn’t a minute later when you heard a door slam and a familiar voice yell, “Draco?!” “We’re gonna go,” Hermione said, pulling Ron away as Fred quickly stumbled down the stairs. 

“Is it true,” he asked. “Yes, it’s true. I’m sorry. I know that the Quidditch team hates him. But it was really unexpected and-”, before you finish your sentence Fred is leading you out of the Gryffindor common room. He swiftly grabs his broom from the Quidditch supply closet.  “Get on, please,” he said, his eyes softer than before. You obliged, sitting down in front of him. He used one hand to steer and one hand to wrap around you. Pulling you tighter than he had the day on the field. He didn’t talk the whole time, just gripped onto your stomach and steered, his knuckles white on the stick.

Fred landed on a patch of land a good ways away from the school, but still on the grounds. He jumped off the broom first, walking in a tight circle then returning to stand in front of you. “How could you?” he asked, his voice hot with tears.  “He kissed me, Fred. I’ve never had anyone kiss me before. And I didn’t care that he was in another house. I didn’t know that you would all care so much.”  Fred looked confused for a moment. “You really don’t know?” “Know what?” Fred took a step closer to you, his hand reaching out the hold yours. You look up, trying to meet his eyes but his are focused on his hand. He slowly unclasps your hand and moves up, his hand grazing your arm, then your shoulder, then resting on your face. His eyes meet yours and your heart flutters in your chest. “Can I kiss you?” he whispers, the words barely meeting your ear. You nod. 

For the second time in your life, a pair of lips met yours. He’s gentler than Draco, softer. You gasp against your will, aching for closeness to the redhead. You pull closer to him, pulling one hand around his back and using the other to grab onto his fiery hair. He began trailing his kisses down to your collarbone, hitting a sensitive spot you didn’t know you had. You pull tighter to him and his hands move to pick you up. You wrap your legs around him, in bliss as he kisses you. He kneels down, laying you down on the soft grass. He hovers over you slightly before leaning down to kiss you once more. 

Regret latches onto you quickly and forcefully. You pull away, gasping for air. “What’s wrong?” Fred asks.  “I kissed both of you. Why would I do that?” you ask, panic overwhelming you.  “Hey, it’s going to be okay,” Fred said, trying to console you.  “He’s going to kill me.”  “No he’s not,” Fred said, placing both hands on your face. “It’s going to be okay, whatever you choose to do.” “I don’t know what I want, Fred, or who. I never thought that I’d be in this situation. I’m so confused.” Fred held you tight, pulling you into his chest. 

How could I be so oblivious?

[youcouldmakealife]

SOTW: Harry/Evan/Roman; Hallmark Holiday

For the prompt:  Hallmark Holiday Romance!! like the whole ~big city developer that hates Christmas goes to small town to build condos, falls in love with charming local that teaches them the true meaning of the holidays~ honestly any of pairings would be fun. i do miss harry/evan/roman tho :)

This is technically supposed to be for next Wednesday, but it’s too Christmassy not to be posted on Christmas. Set in Prince George, BC, because that is actually Evan’s hometown.

“Why does it have to be me?” Harry complains.

Annie sighs dramatically. It is maybe not the first time Harry has asked this question.

“One,” she says. “It’s the middle of Erin’s season, so obviously I can’t go.”

Harry’s fine with that. “Sam,” he says.

“Has a new girlfriend!” Annie says. “He can’t just abandon her to go to BC for months and still have a girlfriend.”

That’s a Sam problem, not a Harry problem.

“And Deb’s in the middle of mid-terms,” Annie says, like Harry was about to suggest a twenty year old with zero experience in the family business go alone to the middle of nowhere BC. It was supposed to be dad, but he had a new acquisition and he has to stay in New York until the merger into Chalmers Co. is settled, and that could be months. And since Erin’s in the middle of the hockey season, and Sam’s got a stupid girlfriend, it’s apparently Harry that is going to be going into interior British Columbia right in time for winter.

Harry packs like he’s going to the Arctic, reads up on Prince George on the flight from New York to Vancouver. It’s a small town in his view, not even 100,000 people, but at least they have a WHL team so he’ll have something to do while he’s wasting his time up there. He spends a night in Vancouver, flies out first thing in the morning in a tiny plane. The turbulence is brutal, so he’s glad to get there just to get his feet back on solid ground.

Harry waits forever for his bags — how many other bags could that small plane have — answers a few emails that can’t wait until he reaches the hotel he’ll be living in for the foreseeable future. This place doesn’t exactly have a wealth of short-term housing, which is exactly the reason Harry’s here.

He finally manages to get his bags, and then as soon as he’s moving he’s knocking into what feels like a brick wall and falling on his ass.

“Watch it,” Harry snaps.

The brick wall blinks at him, then offers a hand. “You okay?” he asks.

Harry ignores it, scrambling up. “Watch where you’re going, christ.”

“You literally ran into me,” the brick wall says.

“Whatever,” Harry mutters, and retrieves his bags. Thankfully there’s a cab outside. Waiting in the cold would have been a last straw. His room’s ready too, so he has time for a quick shower before he heads into his temporary office to survey the landscape and meet his new assistant.

Harry’s not exactly in a good mood when he gets into what is supposed to be his office — it’s tiny, and ugly, and apparently they fucked up the assistant too, because there’s no one there and —

“I’m Evan,” someone says from the doorway, and Harry looks up. And up. And up.

Harry has no idea how someone can simultaneously be a giant — he’s probably got half a foot on Harry, and Harry’s above average in height — and also like — pretty. Because Evan is very, very pretty. This is not a good thought to have about your assistant but like — temporary assistant. And suddenly Prince George is looking up as much as Harry is.

Evan is not only extremely attractive, he is also meticulous — he goes over his organizational plan with Harry, who can find no faults in it whatsoever, and Harry is very good at finding faults in everything — and quite bright, seems to pick up on everything Harry’s saying even though he’s more of a generalist in his admin experience, not used to working with developers, and honestly Harry’s a little infatuated. Okay a lot infatuated, to the point he’s a little disappointed when the end of the day arrives.

He eats in the hotel restaurant — he’ll have to ask Evan for restaurant recommendations, because the food is mediocre at best — and debates going up and getting some work done, but apparently there’s an WHL game tonight, and Harry has the weekend to catch up on what he missed, so he may as well take in a game while there’s a game to watch.

That was absolutely the right decision, because in the very back row of general admission, there is a very giant man. A very giant, familiar man.

“Harry!” Evan says, waving him over. “Sit with me!”

“You pick the back?” Harry asks, sliding in beside him. There’s no one else in the row, the scattered crowd closer to the action.

“I don’t want to block anyone’s view,” Evan says.

He’s also thoughtful. Thoughtful and a hockey fan. He is possibly too good to be true.

“You a big hockey fan?” Harry says.

“I used to play,” Evan says. “Not this level, just BCHL. I try to catch as many Cougars games as I can.”

“Played hockey through college,” Harry says, and when Evan offers him a fist, Harry bumps it. “My older brother and little sister too. And my older sister’s fiancee’s in the NWHL. We’re a big hockey family.”

“Guess I don’t have to ask why you’re at a WHL game then,” Evan says.

“Best entertainment in town,” Harry says, not quite talking about the hockey.

Evan smiles at him, and Harry smiles back. That smile of his is contagious.

They talk throughout the first few minutes, which are a slow start, and then Evan dials in a bit, in a way that Harry can tell that he’s not just a hockey fan, but a fan of the Cougars specifically. There’s a different body language when you’re invested in the outcome of a game rather than just there to watch the game itself.

Evan huffs out a frustrated breath when the Cougars are called for too many men, and the coach isn’t happy either, furiously gesticulating at the refs. It takes a moment to realize the pissed off guy in a suit and a tie with the lumberjack looking brick wall who bowled Harry over this morning, but once he does, it sort of makes sense. A guy built like that, Harry’s willing to bet he’s one of those coaches that played hockey first.

“Who’s the coach?” Harry asks.

“Roman,” Evan says. “My boyfriend.”

And of course. Of course the one tiny bright spot Harry’s encountered in this stupid town is taken. And by a rude brick shithouse who could snap Harry’s spine with one gigantic hand.

“He looks like a goon,” Harry mutters, then blanches, because you probably shouldn’t insult the boyfriend of the one person you like in this stupid town.

Evan laughs. “He was,” he says. “Sort of. He played for the North Stars before he got a knee injury, definitely got into a lot of fights while he was there.”

Oh good, Harry can now revise that to definitely capable of snapping Harry’s spine in half. That’s good to know. Absolutely terrific.

“How’s it going?” Annie asks when Harry calls her the next day.

“Bah fucking humbug,” Harry says.

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breaking curfew [part eleven] || th x reader

A/N: finally!!! here’s the full chapter

Summary: When you got the job to be a counselor at the summer camp you’d grown up attending all your life, you expected to see some familiar faces. But you certainly hadn’t counted on having to work alongside the boy who had made it his life’s mission to make your life a living hell every summer. In fact, you thought you’d never have to see Tom Holland again. But he’s is in the cabin right across from yours with campers of his own- smirk, jawline, and all. If you didn’t know any better you might’ve thought that he applied for the position just to spite you, but who were you kidding? What kind of asshole would do something like that?

Warnings: swearing, smut, choking (bc what’s hate sex w/out a lil choking)

What I listened to while writing: the breaking curfew playlist by @cinnamon-roll-peter​​

Word Count: 3.8k

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Sneaking around with Tom was more fun than you would have liked to admit. He pulled you aside every chance he got- in the middle of bonfires, free time, even sometimes during dinner. It was like he couldn’t get enough of you and you certainly weren’t complaining. Seeing him still made those ugly feelings of bitterness and resentment bubble up in your chest, but it also produced… other feelings. Feelings you’d rather not think too much about.

So you didn’t. When you were with Tom you didn’t think. Obviously. If you had used even one brain cell you wouldn’t have put yourself in this situation to begin with.

When you weren’t with Tom you tried not to think about it too much either. What you had now was good. Really good. Getting in your head about it would just fuck everything up. And as much as you hated the boy you couldn’t deny how good the dick was. God forbid he ever heard you say that, but fuck whenever you hooked up with him you lost track of time completely and let yourself get distracted by the way he looked at you when you were naked, the way he kissed you when you were least expecting it, the way his hands…

“Night off?” Harrison had asked when you ran into the cafeteria a little (more than a little) late that first morning after for breakfast duty.

You scrunched up your face in confusion, fighting the urge to bend over to catch your breath. “How’d you know?”

“You’ve got that morning-after glow,” he said knowingly and smirked.

“What are you talking about?” you asked even though you knew exactly what he was talking about. You could only hope you didn’t look as flustered as you felt, but you were pretty sure that was a longshot.

“I think you know the answer to that,” he quipped, calling your bluff. “Literally every counselor has had a wank in that cabin it’s like a rite of passage- and uh you missed a few buttons.” He nodded at the collar of your polo.

You looked down and realized you had missed way more than a few. Your cleavage had been on full display all day and there was no telling how many people you’d seen or passed on the way here. Fantastic. You looked like you belonged in a porno about camp counselors, not like you actually were one. Could the morning get any worse?

“Don’t worry, y/n, we’ve all been there. I didn’t even last a full minute my night off-”

Why did you have to ask?

“Harrison, our kids are literally right over there,” you whisper-yelled, squeezing your eyes shut to try and erase the image of Haz jerking off from your mind. 

“They’re not listening,” he brushed it off casually and crossed his arms. “Hey, I’ve been meaning to tell you that I think one of my boys has a crush on one of yours.”

You looked back over at him and grinned. “Really, who?”

“Well, I don’t know for sure-”

“Dude, just tell me!”

“You see blondie over there?” he asked, pointing discreetly at the boy filling pitchers of water. You nodded. “That’s Will. I think he might fancy the girl with the pigtails?”

“Grace?” you asked, hiding a smile as you thought back to what she’d said about Will back towards the beginning of the summer. 

“That sounds right. Apparently they have rock climbing together for activities. He talks about her a lot, but he won’t admit he likes her!”

“Typical boy.”

“I don’t know what his deal is,” he mused.

“Yeah, I don’t know why he doesn’t want to admit he likes her…” you trailed off, staring intently at Haz waiting for him to get the hint.

“Okay fuck off!”

“What? I was agreeing with you!”

“I know what you’re trying to do. You’re trying to make this about me and Nicole by comparing us to third graders and it’s completely uncalled for.”

“Technically I was only comparing you to a third grader, but I’m glad you get the gist,” you quipped, secretly enjoying the way Haz scowled in response.

“I’ll have you know that Nicole and I are… talking.”

“Talking?”

“We’re talking.”

“Talking… about?”

“Things.”

“Oh wow, that sounds really serious,” you said sarcastically. “When’s the wedding?”

“You know what, just for that comment you’re not invited.”

“Come on, you know it’s not a party without me,” you chided, elbowing him in the side. “I’d bring your ex-girlfriend as my date and everything.”

“Dear god, please not Cara, she’s fucking crazy.

You shrugged. “Yeah, but she’s also really hot.”

“You’ve got me there,” he agreed. “Is that who you were thinking about last night? My ex?” 

“What do you mean?”

“You know, last night when you were…” he made some obscene gesture with his hand that immediately made you scoff.

“I’m not having this conversation with you, Harrison.”

“Oh shit it was someone here wasn’t it? I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours!”

“I already know who yours is, that’s not how this works.”

“What if I re-invite you to the wedding?”

“Nice try.”

-

“Fuck, y/n, I’ve wanted you all day,” Tom moaned into your neck as he fumbled with the button on your shorts.

You held back a whine and arched up to give him more access as he kissed the insides of your thighs and threw your legs over his shoulders.

Your shirt was already off and the concrete was cool, almost cold on your back, reminiscent of bitter hookups in dive bar bathrooms and motel showers that you’d rather forget. To be fair you hadn’t really expected the floor of the canoe shed to be comfortable anyway, but still. You could’ve done without the memories.

Maybe the familiarity of it all was a sign that this was a bad idea, which you already knew to be true, but at least this time there weren’t any feelings involved.

“Tom, please,” you gasped out as he teased you, inching his fingers closer and closer to your panties.

“Please what, darling?” he taunted, smirking. “Use your words, y/n.”

“You’re killing me,” you sighed and tilted your head back in exasperation.

“Good,” he hummed, extending his arm out to wrap his hand around your throat. 

“Fuck.”

“This okay?” he asked, looking up at you for assurance.

“Yes- God, yes.”

It was after curfew and you were supposed to be setting up all the little caches around the camp for geocaching tomorrow, but clearly you’d gotten... sidetracked. You’d enlisted Tom to help you but he was only proving to be a distraction- in more ways than one. He’d pulled you aside as soon as you met him outside your cabin and now you were here, on the floor in the canoe shed getting leaves and sticks in your hair as he went down on you.

Once your shorts were off Tom settled back in between your legs and flicked his tongue teasingly over your panties, chuckling lowly when he heard you moan. He used the hand that wasn’t on your neck to hold your hips down, making your attempts to get more pressure on your clit useless. 

He was stronger than you expected, but that was an understatement. He held you in place so effortlessly that it was kind of a turn on. You’d seen him lifting heavy boxes and equipment around camp and you vaguely remembered him carrying you out of the lake, but you had never put two and two together until now. 

Meanwhile his other hand rested gently on your throat, squeezing lightly whenever you pouted. The contrast between the two was making your head spin. 

You whined pitifully in an effort to make him give in, but he wasn’t having any of it. Instead he sat back, removing himself from you completely, save the hand on your hips.

“I hate you,” you spat. 

“You say that every time,” he pointed out as he edged your boyshorts down your thighs. “And yet here you are.”

“My horniness outweighs my hatred,” you scoffed impatiently.

“Oh, you don’t have to tell me that,” he said and licked his lips cockily.

“Once this cast comes off I won’t need you anymore,” you reminded him, wiggling your fingers.

“Yeah, but will your hand make you feel as good as I can?” 

A rhetorical question, obviously, and he proved his point further by sucking your clit into his mouth without warning, making you arch up into him. 

“Mph.”

“What was that, love?” Tom asked, lifting his head. “Couldn’t hear you.”

You refused to answer. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. So the two of you sat there in silence, waiting to see who would be the first to give in. You could see his bulge through his pants and you knew his patience was already worn thin from when you had teased him at dinner, but you also knew how stubborn he was. No amount of moaning or pouting was going to change that.

You were stubborn too, but when he clenched his jaw in frustration and wiped your arousal from his mouth with the back of his hand you broke.

“Fuck, fine! No!”

“No what?”

“No, you’re better than my hand.”

“A little louder for the class?”

“You’re pushing it, Holland,” you growled. “Want me to go find Ying to take care of this?”

You weren’t actually sure if Fy liked you like that but for some reason bringing up his name during sex always made Tom a little more firey. 

“Sure, but I doubt he can make you scream like I can” he whispered and moved so that he was lying on his back on the floor across from you.

You scrunched up your face in confusion, wondering if he was actually calling your bluff. “What are you doing-”

“Sit on my face.”

You weren’t sure if you’d heard him right. “What?”

“You heard me. Sit on my face, love.”

Fuck. How could you say no to an invitation like that?

-

“Round two?” Tom asked breathlessly as he played with your hair.

You were laying on top of him, mostly naked, a little sweaty, completely blissed out. But as tempting as that sounded there were other things you had to do. 

“Tom, I really do need to get this done,” you insisted and raised yourself to hover over him with your good arm. “I can’t leave my campers for so long and we haven’t even started setting up for tomorrow.”

“Maybe the caches are just really hard to find tomorrow?” Tom said and shrugged.

“Are you suggesting I don’t hide them at all?”

He sat up next to you and passed your shirt over to you. “I just think it’d be kinda funny to watch them look, you know? Because you know there aren’t any to find.”

“Oh my god, you’re such an asshole.”

“You say that, but you’re laughing too.”

“I am not!” you insisted, trying to hide your smile behind your hands.

“All I’m saying is we’ve got options. We could go hide the caches or we could just say we did and have sex again.”

You shook your head. “Unbelievable.”

Campus was quiet as the two of you made your way over to the edge of the woods designated for geocaching. Only the sounds of crickets and various birds in the distance could be heard aside from you and Tom’s obnoxious laughter as you took turns running down the hill into the valley. He even ran back up to then roll down the hill like an idiot ending up with a mouthful of grass at the bottom. You laughed so hard you almost peed yourself. 

The forest itself was much darker since there weren’t any path lights down there and it was only navigable by the headlamps you and Tom were wearing. Even though you couldn’t stand him you were glad he was here. Traversing your way through the woods by yourself late at night with a broken arm sounded like a pretty bad idea.

“It looks kind of sexy on you,” he commented.

Okay maybe you would rather risk it alone. 

“What does?” you asked, deciding to entertain him.

“The headlamp. You look like a hot... cave explorer or something.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose and squeezed your eyes shut. 

“I’m serious!” he insisted. “It’s really working for me.”

“Can you stop thinking with your dick for like two seconds and focus please?” 

He cleared his throat and nodded, still biting back that shit-eating smile of his. “Sorry.”

“No you’re not.”

“Eh, maybe a little.” He looked down at the list of hiding places on his phone and grimaced. “Why are there so fucking many of these?”

“There are a lot of campers! We hide enough for everyone to find something.”

“So there’s no competition? Where’s the fun in that?”

“Only you would say that,” you sighed. “Some caches are better than others depending on their hiding places and whoever finds the most ‘gold-tier’ caches by the end of the summer gets some big prize, so don’t worry there’s still a competition involved.”

“You really like this activity?” he asked after a beat, making you stop short.

You knew what he was really asking. Do you like it better than mine? And even in the dark you could see he so badly wanted the answer to be no. Whether it was a matter of pride... or something else, you couldn’t be certain, but either way you weren’t sure which you’d rather it be or how you should answer. You decided to be indifferent.

“It’s easy.” You stared straight ahead as you walked now, not wanting to look back at him. “The kids are great, they get really into it and they have a lot of fun. I like writing the riddles and clues too. And, uh, Haz is nice I guess. It could be a lot worse.”

“That's good.” It wasn’t the response you were expecting. “Should we split up and hide these?” he asked as he referred back to the list and changed the subject. “It’d take half the time if we did.”

“Are you kidding- that’s how every horror movie starts, Tom! Are you trying to die?”

He shrugged. “I’m not afraid of a little darkness.”

“Yeah, you’d definitely be the first one dead.”

“I mean if there really is a psycho killer out in the woods with us right now I don’t think either of us stands a chance together or apart so does it really matter?” You opened your mouth to speak when he cut you off again. “I mean especially you since you have that whole broken arm disadvantage.”

“Disadvantage- are you saying you’d leave me for dead if a murderer just happened to show up?”

“I’m not not saying that...”

“After everything we’ve been through together?”

“Everything we’ve been through together? Like you wouldn’t do the same thing!”

“Well I’m considering it now!”

“Good luck with that, love,” he quipped, cradling his arm in a mocking manner as he pretended to limp along the path.

“A broken arm doesn’t stop me from running, dumbass.”

“But do you really think you could outrun me, y/l/n? I’m pretty fast.”

“Oh yeah you’re faster than me at a lot of things.” 

“Watch it.”

-

You didn’t make it back to your cabin until much later that night since Tom wouldn’t stop dicking around. You had lost track of the list more than once and stopped to make out against random trees more times than you’d like to admit. Next time you were going to ask Zendaya to help you prep. 

Given that you’d gotten in so late, your alarm the next morning was quite the wake up call. You probably would have slept through it if you hadn’t fallen asleep with your phone lying on your chest, leaving it to blare in your ear when it went off. 

You felt almost hungover and you probably looked it too. You were tempted to just go back to sleep for an extra half hour and skip your shower, but you knew you probably shouldn’t. There were likely still leaves in your hair and grass stains on your knees from a few hours ago. 

Your head spun when you sat up and you had to take a few quick breaths before standing up. You should’ve taken a few more because you were not prepared for how sore you were. Your back felt stiff and your arms felt like jelly- even the one that wasn’t broken. 

Somehow you managed to drag yourself to the bathrooms and rinse off. Like usual the showers were pretty empty so you could take your time. You washed your hair vigorously, trying to get all the dirt and grime out.

There were some small scrapes and bruises you hadn’t noticed last night and you took extra care cleaning around them so you wouldn’t make them worse. Thankfully there weren’t any... suspicious looking marks aside from the older ones on your chest that were already fading.

The quiet of the morning made getting up so early worth it. The hot water too. The plumbing was already iffy up here and the water heater was unreliable on most days, but when all the showers were full and people were trying to get ready for bed late at night you could forget about hot water. At least there was a guarantee of relatively warm water in the mornings. 

After you turned the water off you wrapped your towel around your body and grabbed your makeup bag to finish getting ready for the day. Upon opening it you realized you’d forgotten to grab a lot of necessities from the cabin before you left meaning you’d have to make do for now. 

You brushed through your as best you could with your fingers and brushed your teeth with your finger and some toothpaste from one of those mini tubes you get at the dentist that you found at the bottom of your bag. You didn’t have any hair ties with you to braid your hair back like you usually did when you washed it so it’d have to dry down like it was. 

You cursed under your breath and reluctantly looked up into the mirror to assess your appearance. It was pretty much what you expected. The dark circles under your eyes looked more defined, especially in the fluorescent lights, you hair was still all tangled despite your efforts to tame it, and, well, your arm was in a fucking plastic bag. The only way you could shower without help was if you wrapped a trash bag or a big ziploc over your cast and just hoped for the best. All things considered it wasn’t the worst thing about how you looked right now. You weren’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. 

Just as you were about to head back to your cabin you saw Fy out of the corner of your eye and waved. 

“Yo, y/l/n, what are the odds?” He said and grinned.

“Apparently pretty high since we seem to meet like this every morning.”

“I’m not complaining,” he said cheekily.

You felt butterflies start to flutter in your stomach as you watched him slick his hair back and look you up and down. “Me either.”

He took a step closer so that you were almost chest to chest.. “How’s the arm?”

“Oh, uh, good! The medicine helps a lot, thanks again for picking it up by the way.”

“Of course, any time.”

“Yeah, I’ll call you up if I ever break my arm again.”

“Dear God, please don’t break your arm again.”

You shrugged. “I mean with me you never know. I’m pretty accident prone.”

“Well maybe next time I’ll be there to catch you when you fall.”

Your breath caught in your throat as he leaned in towards you. “M-maybe.”

Then he gently brushed a strand of hair out of your face and pressed his lips to yours. Unlike your first kiss with Tom, Fy was sure of himself and sure of what he wanted. He cradled your head with his hand as he deepened the kiss and let you lean into him. You had to stand on your tiptoes to be able to reach but you didn’t mind.

He tasted like mint, which wasn’t surprising since he had probably just brushed his teeth- you flashed back to a few minutes previous when you had brushed your teeth with your finger and prayed you didn’t taste awful in turn. If you did, though, Fy wasn’t complaining. He continued to kiss you like his life depended on it and you wondered why you hadn’t done this earlier... earlier.

You pulled away suddenly, feeling very overwhelmed and out of breath.

“Shit, I’m so sorry if I overstepped,” Fy apologized immediately.

You shook your head and swallowed hard. “No, no it’s not that I was really into it actually... I just-”

“Just what?”

“There’s something that’s been bugging me for a while now and I just need to ask you about it before we go any further.”

“Okay,” he said slowly, going along with your rambling even though he was completely lost. “What is it?”

“I don’t even know if you’ll remember, it’s dumb... but um why did you stop talking to me all of the sudden? Back when we were campers?”

“In third grade?” 

You nodded. “I know it was so long ago, but I thought we were really good friends and then you just stopped talking to me out of nowhere-”

“You don’t remember?” he asked, looking equally as confused as you felt. 

“No, I don’t. Did you just not want to be friends anymore? Or did you pick Tom and his friends over me? It’s okay if  you did- I’ve just been wondering about it all these years.”

“No, no that’s not it at all,” he assured you. “Fuck, I’m sorry you’ve just been in the dark about it I thought you knew.”

“It was third grade, it's not a big deal.”

“But it was back then! And even if you had liked him it was still a dick move.”

“Wait, if I had liked who? What do you mean?”

“Um, okay, so I liked you in third grade, right? Like really liked you. I considered you my first crush and everything and when we started to get closer I thought that maybe you felt the same way... but then I found out you had a crush on someone else and-”

“Wait, Fy,” you interjected, “I-I didn’t have a crush on anyone else. I liked you back then.”

“You did?”

“But you stopped talking to me because you thought I had a crush on someone else?” you asked, finally putting the pieces together. Fy nodded. “Who?”

“Tom had told me that you had a crush on him.”

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Some many of ya'll are competing to be at the top of the curb-stomp list...

This ep you ask? Not tolerable in the slightest! First of all, did anyone else find the Barchie shower scene to be jarring? It's like the window scene in season 2 smh. Their scenes can never be enjoyed bc they always come out of the blue w no build up. Plus why are they being friends w benefits? I thought they sang Wicked Little Town Reprise and basically established they both had deep-rooted feelings for each other? Not every trope works for every couple. For instance, wouldn't a friends w benefits situation make more sense for a couple that wasn't already very aware of their feelings for one another? Not childhood best friends to lovers who have been pining for years? Like sorry that none of the sex scenes in this show can ever be the least bit romantic. Not everything has to be "steamy" smh. Plus it's funny how they try to market Archie as "mature" this season when his approach is just as immature as ever. Like Barchie are clearly using this friends w benefits situation to avoid addressing and communicating their feelings for each other...doesn't sounds very mature to me! Like how is it just 2 young people messing around when I thought ya'll were longing for each other for over a decade? Just escapism and avoidance...same way they use their work. Betty was ready to get back to work and lied to her therapist (even tho she's having PTSD nightmares), and Archibald was ready to jump back into war right away...can they stop trying to find distractions and projects to take on bc they're scared to be left alone w their own thoughts? Instead, maybe some self-reflection might help? Or confronting issues instead of burying them and denying them? Js. Not looking for them to just become the next Bughead...solving cases to avoid dealing w their own issues. And then acting morally superior. Is this the only way this show knows how to write a main couple? Bc we're just repeating the same problems that made Bughead bad in the first place.

Also really not enjoying the smug energy of some people this season. Also lowkey classist and weird. Like after 5 seasons, Archie will still refer to gang members as basically lowlives even though he got mad that Brett called him a lowlife when he went to Stonewall that one time. Like I know they're selling drugs or whatever, but so did the Serpents. You don't have to excuse it, but what happened to his compassion to at least understand people's situations? Especially considering he's apparently so buddy-buddy w the Serpents now for some reason. Like don't they sells drugs and hide bodies and what not? What makes them any different than the Ghoulies who are apparently scum w no nuance? Also love how Toni, Sweet Pea, and Fangs will turn on Jughead for mentioning them in his book (did he even say anything bad? Idk at least he didn't explicitly exploit their traumas...a step up for him!), but they'll stop everything they're doing to help Archie save the town.

And I get they want to give Toni more storylines which sounded good in theory, but I really miss her season 2 personality bc she is serving Barchie's same brand of smugness as of late. Like what gives her the right to be complicit w Cheryl's antics for 3 years and now decide all of a sudden to rise up and start acting like she has a leg to stand on? She's hating on Jughead for going against "Serpent tradition," but did she care about that when she was disregarding the Serpents' safety to go rob houses w her Northside gf bc she was bored? And Cheryl somehow became a Serpent despite leading the crusade to get them kicked out of Riverdale High? And Fangs will date Kevin, and Sweet Pea will date Josie - both privileged Northsiders who don't understand the Serpent struggle - then also run to lick Archie's boots every time he needs a favor. Meanwhile, Jughead is the one who almost died for the Serpents AND helped Sweet Pea and Fangs hide a body...but I guess all that treasured loyalty flew out the window? Like do ya'll care about Serpent values or not?

Plus, didn't Toni do business w Hiram when she bought the Whyte Worm from him? But now she's above doing business w him when he's offering full-ride scholarships for all the kids to go to a good school. Like is Hiram corrupt af? Yeah. Is he a capitalist pig? Yup. And it sucks that he bought up all of Riverdump and made it, well, a dump. But it's kind of just an unfortunate situation that they should grasp the reality of instead of putting the wellbeing of children in jeopardy to prove a point. Don't like how this group is putting their black and white sense of morality and justice over the education and futures of the children in town. If I was a student, I'd be like "cool, so now instead of a full-ride to Stonewall which could help me get to college and get out of my current situation, I have to stay at Riverdale High and be taught by people who aren't even qualified to teach. But at least those teachers have the privilege to rise against the system! Good for them I guess..."

Toni was also being highkey manipulative in that one scene w Robert M. "If our love ever meant anything to you...help us." Like what does she owe anyone in that town when they only pay her any mind to ask for a favor or money? And what was Toni doing in this scene...hmm...oh yeah, asking for a favor: money! Meanwhile, she knows Cheryl is at rock bottom and just wants to feel worthy of Toni, so Toni is choosing to exploit that for her own agenda. Got it. And now Archie is doing the same thing Bughead used to do...only talking to your friends to ask for favors and use them. Like that one scene where he called Jughead to ask for the speech but didn't try to ask him how he was or apologize or anything like that. And how Barchie banged and said "we've been wanting to do that since high school!" Ok so why didn't you? Who was holding a gun to your head and making you date Jeronica? Bc it seems like Barchie resents Jughead and Veronica on some level for preventing them from ever being together when it was actually their own fault. But at least they'll hide it and act like they're still a core 4 when it's actually fake af since Barchie treats talking to their supposed best friends, J and V, as a chore. And Archie is entitled to Jeronica's help in saving the town why? Telling Veronica she can just commute...thx for the empathy. She doesn't HAVE to help, you know. This whole season is just people wanting to act like they're good people for fighting for this grand ideal of "saving the town" when they're actually just behaving selfishly in all their interpersonal relationships. Veronica, Jughead, and Cheryl should all get together w my bestie Tabby Tate bc those 3 seem to be the ones always left w no loyal friends and who everyone wants to avoid like the plague. Especially now that they're single and outside of the main group tied together by Barchie and apparently Toni.

Was that last bit implying a feud between Alice and Hiram? Honestly, fight to the death bc both of these heathens are utterly intolerable! Hiram acts like an incel toward his own daughter and is mad that she defended herself against his abuse once 7 years ago...queen of pettiness, but he won't even do drag? Bye. And Alice is trying to play the victim yet again and group herself in w Polly. Betty and Polly's beef is its own thing. But Alice of all people cannot say Betty abandoned her when she was there for her during every breakdown and bad decision throughout the first 4 seasons and forgave her every time. Plus who cared where Polly was when Alice was too prideful to go find her? Oh yeah, Betty! She can't try to use Polly's twins as a second chance to be a good mom bc she still has all the same issues that made her first set of kids all screwed up.

P. S. Why are Barchie being vigilantes? Elizabeth ain't the DEA! I don't like this black and white, hypocritical sense of justice that this show likes propping up as morality. But also, can Archiekins and Hiram just end this once and for all w a lip sync for your life? Also, Reginald can either turn on Hiram or get eaten by the Mothman. His choice! Why did Mary rent her house out to the Ghoulies? Weirdo! Also, can someone explain Veronica's jewel job to me? I can't tell if it's illegal or not! Thx! Waiting for Cheryl to date Donna btw...

[sylvie-writes]

Clumsy

50. “You’re the clumsiest person I know…how did you survive past childhood?”

My first Sebastian Stan fic! (what a better way to start my break than ending with two fics in one day?)

hehehe, I took this from my prompt list bc I needed inspo. I had another fic in mind but it was stoopid [Ransom Drysdale voice]. Soooo here we are…

I’m gonna say it once more, I feel this isn’t my best writing (that’s why it is a hc)

Please pardon any mistakes!

I promise I will come back with a fresh mindset and better writing! 

Translation: băiat=boy

Enjoy loves!

It all started at 9 am this morning.

Sebastian had left for a photoshoot and you were still trying to figure out how to spend your day. 

As you were just about to make breakfast, Sebastian’s mom called and invited you to brunch. 

She was just the sweetest lady, a second mother to you basically.

All the time she insisted that you called her mom, which after a while, you finally did. 

Clearly, she had taken a liking to you all those years ago, a feeling you definitely reciprocated. 

So while at his photoshoot, Sebastian had gotten three missed calls from his mom and a bunch of texts. 

Come to find out, you were in the hospital and he immediately dashed out of the photoshoot. 

Now here we are, a nervous Sebastian pacing the halls, trying to find your room.

Eventually, he calmed down, came to his senses and found the room, your bright smile greeting him.

He hadn’t known what had happened and he expected the worse while on his way over. 

Sebastian took a seat beside your hospital bed, taking in your form. Right arm in a cast, and your left knee slightly elevated and in a cast.

“How in the hell did you do this, babe?”

A quiet giggle fell from your lips, the man beside you, looking at you with a confused expression. 

“Well, you see...I fell down the steps. Landed on my knee, fractured my kneecap, also landed on my right arm and broke it.” 

Shaking his head in disbelief, Sebastian let out a sigh at your constant stumbles, it’s like every week you were falling or slipping.

Last weekend you went to get a drink from the fridge and somehow managed to slip on your dress. 

To top it all off, later that night when you got out of the shower, you managed to hit your head on the shower door. Your boyfriend came rushing to your side, but you were just smiling like nothing had happened.

In all honesty, either you had a high pain tolerance or you were just desensitized. Maybe both. 

“Now, how did you manage to trip on the stairs, (y/n)?” Like a parent to a child, Sebastian looked at you with raised eyebrows and pursed lips awaiting your answer. 

“Uh well, it’s really quite a funny story you know-”

His unamused stare prompted you to quickly get back on track with the story. 

“Your mom had offered to take me out for brunch, so as I was walking down the stairs to greet her, someone rang the doorbell and it scared the cheese out of me. I slightly jumped and missed the stair below apparently…” 

Looking at Sebastian, a bashful look on your face, he just burst into laughter, you joining along, relieved he didn’t scold you. 

“You’re the clumsiest person I know…how did you survive past childhood?”

Shrugging your shoulders, you just continued to happily talk with him.

“In other words, the person who rang the doorbell delivered your nasty protein shakes. I hope it was worth it.” 

“Ah, I was wondering when they’d come in! And they aren’t nasty, you just have to try them again.”

“Says the man who literally grimaces as he drinks one.” 

Sebastian’s phone went off, a text from his mom.

“Mom brought us some food, she also wants to see you. I’ll be right back!” 

Getting up from his seat, Sebastian leaned over the hospital bed and kissed you until the smile growing on your face broke your sealed lips. 

Soon Ms. Stan came up with Sebastian, some takeout from the nearby burger joint.

The three of you talked, enjoying your burgers and the playful banter between Ms. Stan and Sebastian, every time he teased you.

“She’s so klutzy, maybe I should wrap her in bubble wrap.”

Jokingly, you ‘angrily’ threw a french fry at Sebastian, which he actually caught with his mouth.

“Oh hush, băiat! You are just as clumsy. Should I mention the time you were playing baseball and--

“Okay okay! I surrender. Wow, my own mother.” 

In mock offense, Sebastian brought his hand to his chest, mouth open in surprise. 

Laughing, you leaned over the bed rails and kissed his cheek.

“You are such a big baby.” 

Later that day, the doctors gave you the green light to head home.

Sebastian slowly helped you in the car, taking care of you as if you were a piece of the finest china.

“Make sure you don’t hit your head. And I’m being serious.”

You just stuck your tongue out at him as he returned the gesture, closing the passenger door. 

The traffic was terrible, and you both sat in a sea of cars for about half an hour.

To pass time you did some car karaoke. 

I got my hands up,

They're playin' my song

You know I'm gonna be okay

Yeah, it's a party in the USA

Yeah it's a party in the USA

While singing, Sebastian had locked his hand in yours and used it as a microphone.

Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me

I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed

She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb

In the shape of an "L" on her forehead

“Oh no babe! Looks like we can’t sing this one!”

Sebastian gestured to your leg and you looked up at the song title, turning your head, you squinted at him, a retort on the edge of your lips.

“You are mean, you know that?

Oh, I wanna dance with somebody

I wanna feel the heat with somebody

Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody

With somebody who loves me

Sure, your song playlist may have been a little bit of a hodgepodge, but they were fun to sing and definitely killed a lot of time. 

You were sure the people in the cars beside you might’ve been concerned for yours and Sebastian’s sanity. 

Do you remember the 21st night of September?

Love was changing the minds of pretenders

While chasing the clouds away...

Then, all of a sudden, an all too familiar song came on and you knew, you just knew, Sebastian was about to have a ball with this one. 

“This should be your theme song, babe.”

You got me trippin', stumblin', flippin', fumblin'

 Clumsy 'cause I'm fallin' in love (in love)

You got me slippin', tumblin', sinkin', fumblin'...

“Oh shut up smartass.”

[andoqin]

Sisyphus: The Myth Ep 1- A Dissection

Okay, so I’ve had some time to process what I subjected myself to today, so I’ve decided to list everything in episode 1 that is just completely insane and an example of how Not To Do it. 

I’m not an expert on Film Theory, but i’ve watched a shitton of media, plus I watch a lot of Youtube Video essays, so clearly I’m half

The episode starts off okay enough even if we get a weird exposition dump and “tense” parting scene between a father and daughter. 

We start in what presumably is the time travel terminal where people stand around in pyjamas waiting to get through.

Okay, fairly interesting if unspectacular but I’m guessing that’s the point, this is now an industry. We zoom in and get this line that made me laugh, because well...

a) humans are living creatures and b) the amount of microbial organisms on human skin is estimated to be at hundreds of billions, or more. And this kind of time travel/teleportation is always hinky because well if you think about it, how does that even work without getting into The Fly territory. I’m willing to cut this drama some slack here and maybe it’s an awkward translation besides. 

This gets... exceedingly long, but if you want a (too) in-depth summary of what happens in ep 1 and why it doesn’t work (for me) read on :D.

But then the real trouble starts, because PSH’s dad (I’m not bothering to learn the character names) says he’s not going with her and this is apparently very sudden. He then makes her repeat some lines that are supposed to create tension? Be exposition? Idk.

“Don’t trust anyone.” 

“Don’t get involved with [CSW]’s character.”

PSH get’s teary eyed, because her dad is not coming with her, but the problem with scenes like these is: I don’t know either of them and do not have an emotional connection to their parting. Sure, it tells us something about PSH (she likes her dad and is worried about him) but I also don’t know how important her dad is going to be down the line. So when PSH asks about her mom and what if her mom dies and her dad just replies everyone dies at some point I’m a bit weirded out, but not to the point where I necessarily want to know more. 

We then smashcut to PSH waking up in a world that’s more similar to ours and she does what her dad told her to do. She grabs her (very inconvenient) suitcase and runs along the tracks she woke up next to. We see that she is somewhat surprised by the running trains and also hardy enough to track on despite bleeding feet. 

Alas, creepy people in gas-masks with guns and drones are waiting for her, so she runs even harder and after some near misses (they are able to track her by some sort of radiation meter) makes it to safety. 

On top of a train car that the TWO DOZEN PEOPLE WITH GUNS AND DRONES are too stupid to check apparently. Clearly if she’s not under the train car, the detecting devices must be mistaken. So she just chills on top of the train car, sitting on her suitcase and those goons trundle off after 5 minutes presumably like they’re Assassin’s Creed Enemy NPCs.

Now we get introduced to CSW in the most insane scene i’ve ever witnessed. Honestly. 

He is just ~chilling in 1st class in an airplane, filming a douche who is rude to the plane staff and epically owning him because he’s So Smart.

First of all, I don’t know what that has to do with soggy noodles(which the other asshole complained about), since by that measure the noodles should be *undercooked* (lower boiling point means longer cooking time after all) and secondly good lord I already hate this guy. He then proceeds to Epically Own (tm) with a convenient Forbes (sorry “Eorbes”) Magazine that he is on the cover of and flirts with the plane hostess. 

So right off the bat, our impressions of CSW are supposed to be: He’s Cool (look at his hoodie and general bearing), he’s Smart (debatable), he’s nice to The Help (I guess???) stands up to bullies, and most importantly he’s fucking rich. I guess we’re also supposed to get the impression that he’s arrogant, maybe a bit of an asshole, but still cool and everything. 

If this had been where the scene had stopped I would have rolled my eyes and then just continued on watching. But no, the writers thought: “Schooling some sexist rich asshole isn’t enough to show off how Cool and Smart and Cocky our main character is. Also he likes the ladies.” Look at him, he’s Tony Stark only from South Korea!!!

So shortly after he sits down, and we have the first moment with CSW where he connected with me emotionally (he sees the ghost of his dead brother and the way he says “because ... you’re dead.” and I thought OOOH this I can work with), the cockpit windshield is hit by what looks to be a suitcase (DUN DUN DUUUN) and something crashes into one of the engines, causing it to explode and catch fire. 

The pilot is knocked out and unconscious and even the co-pilot loses consciousness (after conveniently unlocking the cockpit lock). CSW is the only one who goes to check on the pilots, having grabbed a fanny pack from his onboard luggage and quickly assessing the situation he revives the copilot and welds the hole in the windshield shut with some ducttape out of his fannypack and a plastic notepad. IT’S VERY EFFECTIVE! They did it in WW2, or so CSW tells us so you know it’s true.

I’m not sure that ‘s how plane windshields and duct tape and plastic notepad thingies work, but well the plane is still in freefall we have more important things to worry about :).

The electrics are all on the fritz, the copilot cannot get control of the plane and so CSW takes a seat in the captains chair (having foisted the captain out of it, not even he is so crass to sit on some unconscious dude’s lap i guess) and quickly calculates that they have 3 min and 30 secs for CSW to restart the electronics before the plane crashes. So he hands the co-pilot HIS PHONE with a timer on it for 3.5 minutes so the co-pilot can tell him when 30 seconds have passed. Instead of idk, contacting Air Traffic Control or ANYONE he just sits there and lets his big boy brain work. 

After 30 seconds he has an idea, because he’s Tony Stark-ing it up like crazy now and can just figure out the electronics of a plane cockpit in 30 seconds, but guess what. HIS PHONE RINGS. AND HE ANSWERS IT, because he’s devil-may-care and “haha look at this, friend, i’m in the cockpit of a crashing plane we have 2 minutes before i’m dead.”

Said friend is calling him from the board meeting of CSWs company, bc of course the board is ~unhappy with CSWs antics (I gotta say I can’t blame them) and the friend doesn’t believe it at first, when he says he’s in a crashing plane, but checks on the news to see it’s true. 

I ... I don’t think news work like that, we’ve gone 5 minutes from the initial troubles till now, there won’t be news reports all over the media yet. THEY’RE NOT EVEN TALKING TO AIR TRAFFIC CONTROL YET. Hell he even tells his friend to call 119 or the airport for help. I just... I’m very forgiving of a lot of things in a drama when it comes to writing. I’m willing to ignore obvious blindspots in a narrative, if I think the narrative is strong enough to support whatever it’s trying to say. At this point what could calling the police or the airport do, they have like 90 seconds left...

I don’t know what the writers are trying to tell me with this scene though? It’s so stupid, so unrealistic and CSW is so unpleasant and weird in it, because he tells his friend that he has to confess to taking out the friend’s college girlfriend on a date while they were still together. 

Well since the drama is longer than one ep, they do make it out alive, but the fact that the co-pilot managed to safely LAND the plane (which is insane to me) gets skipped over and we just get news snippets that herald CSW as a hero who singlehandedly saved the planes passengers. 

We then get to see him in his natural habitat “convalescing” in his giant apartment where he is being showered with gifts by worshippers basically. He continues to be an asshole, but his friend tells him, one more stunt and the board will kick him. 

The board will kick the guy who just saved a plane full of lives????? Yeah right, I’m sorry but that’s just fucking stupid from the writers. Why would anyone do that, even if the board hates him, kicking him now, when he’s literally a national hero would be the worst thing they could do for the stock prices. It’s only here so the writers can shoehorn in that CSW is close to OD-ing on pharmaceuticals and that the board wants to monitor his therapy and they have a way of “forcing” him to comply. 

Also he has what looks to be a dental x-ray machine next to his bed. Someone correct me if I’m wrong but lol what’s up with these set design choices. 

His friend tells him to go to fucking therapy or else and the next scene he is actually at a therapist. 

Who’s his ex-girlfriend (they have a whole tangent about that).

Who writes a report about his therapy to the board. 

But hey at least the therapy gets us a flashback of the last time he saw his brother. Big surprise he was an asshole to him as well, so no wonder he’s traumatised by that.

After therapy he *conveniently* runs into the co-pilot who’s incoherent and beaten up and hands CSW a usb-drive. It contains video of the cockpit on the day of the crash and it’s obvious what struck the plane was a suitcase and what crashed into the engine was a human being (DUN DUN DUUUUUUN maybe someone forgot to convert feet to meters when setting up the time travel thingamabob).

As he looks at the (very pixelated) figure of the person about to crash into the engine, he suddenly sees his brother’s face and honestly this scene just made me laugh? I know it’s supposed to be haunting and more evidence of CSW’s deep trauma, but I guess at this point my brain was just completely checked out. 

And that’s what we end our introductory phase of CSW. What the fuck was that plane thing even for. To show us he’s callous in the face of danger? He’s an asshole even when he’s about to die, so he’s got a long way to go? He’s haunted by the spectre of his dead brother and the guilt he feels for not being there when he died? I got a lot of that before we had the insane Plane Adventure!!! There are literally millions of ways they could have gotten this information to the viewers and not made an absurd spectacle of the plot that means that everything afterwards just feels lame, because you already had the insanity that was this plane ride, so it can only go down tension wise.

Now we’re back to PSH, but honestly her parts are kinda boring and bog-standard “UwU I’m unfamiliar with this way of life, I don’t even know how to eat a banana (that looks *nothing* like a banana btw), so I just eat it peel and root and all. Also I’m from the Future, that means I obviously know todays LOTTERY NUMBERS.”

I know kdramas like clichés and tropes, I like them too, that’s why I watch kdramas, but you gotta give me a bit more if you want me to at least invest in PSH, because I’m sure as hell not invested in CSW. 

She gets taken in by some guy, because we can’t have her homeless all the time, and she needs someone to explain this world to her and also how to eat bananas properly and she opens her suitcase. It’s got both future-tech-y looking stuff and a pink notepad that seems to hold specific information on what needs to happen on certain days. 

She also makes this expression and I don’t know if we’re supposed to laugh because she’s not threatening or if we’re supposed to laugh because she’s not threatening, but we know she’s gonna kick ass later, haha you just thought she was harmless. I gotta say it’s the former for me.

Rarrr fierce Elite Warrior PSH coming to get you.

She tries to get in touch with CSW, already breaking one of her dad’s three commandments. Oh, I guess staying with this guy breaks the other two. Welp, so much for that then. What even was the point of that first scene...

Anyway she tries to get in touch with CSW but ofc you cant just call the richest person ever (Elon Musk and Jeff Bezos would get very angry voicemails from me if that were the case), but she manages to get his voicemail. Or a voicemail he spoke for. But oh no, she is just Not Familiar with this world and keeps having a conversation with the voicemail as if it’s CSW himself. 

CSW who has scienced his way to finding the suitcase that crashed the plane and as she begs his voicemail not to open the suitcase, of course he opens it and gasp the combination for the suitcase lock is his birthday!!! Something his brother used to do!!! 

MAYBE THAT MAN WAS HIS BROTHER AFTER ALL!!!! OH NO!! 

But thank fuck the episode is over now.

VERDICT:

Just no. Don’t do this. The latter half of the show is more standard fare, but the first 25 minutes destroy any capability of this show making sense. I can see what the writers are trying to do, but it’s so hamfisted and badly written I’m just not willing to go along.

If you want a show that also has a fantasy action aspect (and this show is all fantasy no matter how much it tries to science it up), watch LUCA instead. That show at least knows how to set a tone, how to get us invested in the characters and does exposition in a way that doesn’t feel obtrusive. 

[akvtsuki-ari]

Sweetheart (Ch.2)

Warnings: smut!, choking, uhh insecuity maybe??, sub!spencer, dom!reader, talks of bdsm protocol

Length: 4.2k 

Authors Note: heyyy yall. i feel like i haven’t uploaded in DAYS idk why. another chapter of this fic bc i love it a lot but my next fic will be a dom!spence oneshot that i can’t get out of my head lol. this chapter is kinda open conversation

Plot Summary: Spencer can’t stop thinking of you but he’s too nervous to do anything about it. You’ve got doubts that only he can fix and he has questions only you can answer. Spencer really likes being choked, apparently. 

Ch. 1

Look at you baby, your lashes are so long, aren't they? Such a pretty boy," your voice rings out softly in Spencer's ears. A light sheen of sweat coats his chest as he feels your fingers around his dick, his throat caught - words disappearing from him.

"Fuck - please, Miss I'm gonna -," Spencer's voice is broken when he feels an orgasm wash over him.

Then of course, Spencer wakes up. Sunlight hitting his eyes as he blinks himself awake. He can feel it in his pajama pants, still not having registered the content of his dream before he looks down to see the massive mess. It's managed to happen a 3rd time, and its only been a week. Spencer shuts his eye in disdain as he stands up, pulling his pants off and tossing them in a hamper before he heads into the shower.

Spencer hates cold showers, he remember this fact as the water beats down on his back as he washes himself up. He washes his hair while he tries to compartmentalize the situation.

Like Spencer mentions, it's the 3rd time he's had a dream that wakes him up in such a pleasant way. You two had been dating for 2 ish months now, but Spencer chokes everytime you try and take things further. You never give him shit for it, which is more than relieving to him. You always reassure him that the two of you can take your time and that it's okay if he doesn't want it right away.

You were an angel, he knew that for sure but Spencer did want it. He was just, well - as nervous as a person could be. He still hasn't really talked to you about any of that, not about how it would work the first time the two of you did.. it. He didn't even know if you still wanted that - he'd been too petrified to ask if you still wanted to dominate him or if maybe that'd change now that you actually knew him. He didn't even know how to bring it up, or if there was a time for him to do just that. The whole thing filled him with such intense anxiety, he just didn't bring it up at all.

But, he wants to go further with you. He likes you so fucking much - of course he wanted to go further with you. He figured you knew that.

You didn't, really. You figured Spencer found you unattractive to some extent so he just kept putting off sleeping with you. It felt like a juvenile insecurity to have but well - he always reacts so poorly anytime you take this further. You knew he was anxious but there was always that self-loathing voice that told you that it was your fault, that he just didn't find you attractive enough. You pretended it didn't hurt since you like him so much, but it was starting to take it's toll.

On both ends, it was a fucking mess. Neither of you really knew why it was a mess for the other person, but it sure was one.

Spencer gets out of the shower when he hears a knock on the door. His eyes flit up to his analog clock on the wall, you were here right in time, Spencer thinks. He throws on an oversized sweater and some jeans that you bought for him. He liked them but he only really wore them cause you like them so much.

Spencer can't help the butterflies that fill his stomach when he sees you. Your eyes are dolled up in this pretty dark eye shadow, and red lipstick. You're pretty, dark and pretty but still pretty. The makeup was just new. Spencer feels like he's choking as he looks at your smiling expression Spencer shuts the door behind you as he lets you in.

"You ready to get brunch?," you ask Spencer. He dries his hair off and finds something to style it with as he walks back into the bathroom. All stuff that's new that you've introduced him too. He likes using the stuff that you told him to use though cause it makes his hair look less greasy.

"Yeah, but we've got some time before then - right?," Spencer ask. You smile and nod your head as you walk up behind Spencer, wrapping your arms around his waist. He feels small - your actual size unimportant to the way you make him feel. You pat his sweater down, hands dangerously close to his waist as you look at him, eyes gleaming. You give him a small grin when you peak over, as Spencer's eyes meet yours in a small blush. Your hands find themselves underneath his sweater, brushing his waist as you sway into him. Spencer focuses so much on doing his hair, just trying not to get hard.

"What should we do in that time?," you ask, mostly to yourself. You know Spencer probably won't do what you were thinking of doing. Spencer just blushes before shrugging, finished fixing up his hair as he moves away from your touch. You're a little hurt, not tryng to let it show as he walks back out into his living room, you following suit.

"I think they're playing some animal planet re-reruns," Spencer suggests. You give Spencer a small, half-hearted smile.

"Yeah sure," you say softly. You don't mean to be disappointed because you really do respect Spencer boundaries. You don't ever wanna do something that he's not a 100% down for and you just like him so much it doesn't matter. You had to admit though - god, you wanted to fuck his brains out and the fact that he may not return those feelings hurt a little more than your ego wanted to admit. Spencer seems to sense your disheartened demeanor, and with trying to ignore his immediate panic he looks over to you as you lean into him on the couch. He moves away from you for a few moments to look at you, and you turn to him confused.

"Are you okay?," Spencer asks concern. You give him a small smile and nod, taking his hands in yours and playing with his fingers. Spencer looks at you for a while longer before you begin to talk.

"It's nothing serious - it's kinda silly actually, so we don't -,"

"Hey," Spencer pauses. You look up at him, his eyes so full of concern. You can't help the way your heart melts, leaning up to meet Spencer's lips for a second. You look at the clock, still a good hour before the two of you have your plans. You sigh, looking down into your lap before you speak.

"I just wanna say first, that I totally respect any and all of your boundaries regarding sex - and I would never, ever pressure you into something you don't wanna do," you say slowly. Spencers nerves crawl up his back but he waits for you to continue.

"But uhm, well - I don't know, I guess I just wanna know if you still, well or if you ever wanted to sleep with me. Like ah, you know, maybe you found me unattractive. I mean, I get it - I guess I'd uhm, just wanna know beforehand," you trail off, unsure of how to say your comments. Spencers a little incredulous - did you genuinely think the reason he'd been avoiding sex was because you weren't attractive to him? Spencer just shakes his head violently, wanting to say so much but not wanting to scare you away with his words.

"Well, uhm - no it's not that at all. I think you're super attractive, and I defintely want to.. you know - with you I mean," Spencer starts, feeling the way your hand tightens around his instinctevely. This the most vunerable you've been with Spencer in your relationship so he wants to make sure you know how much he cares

"I have dreams about it, like all the time recently. I really like you, and I really do think you're very beautiful, I guess I'm just - nervous, you know? I don't know what to do, especially since we've never done that before and we met under such.. interesting circumstances. I don't know how to approach it,"

"You have wet dreams about me?," you say, a little too excited for your own good. Spencer blushes before nodding.

"Huh, I just openly admitted that didn't I? To answer your question, yes - I had one before you came over," Spencer remembers. You give him a cheeky grin and he hides his face in his head, groaning. You only laugh, pull them away before kissing his knuckles. You were more than pleased to hear this info. You stand and sit down in Spencers lap, hands on the side of his face. He gives you a small, gentle smile.

"It's okay if you're not ready to talk about sex at all, but it may help if we cover general BDSM code and standard. Nothing has to be decided or talked about if you don't want, but maybe just going over it will ease your mind up," you say softly to Spencer. His nerves settles as you continue to reassure him - your behavior is so perfectly soothing. The hand on his back, the softness in your voice and your reassurance, Spencer knew you were experienced but he was still impressed. Spencer just nods, letting you pepper kisses all over his face that made his expression scrunch up. Cute. Spencer was so cute.

"Yeah, that sounds good," Spencer manages to push out. You give him a warm smile. You move away to sit next to him, still maintaining physical contact but clearly becoming more serious.

"The most important thing to know is that everyone practices BDSM differently. There are two common standard procedures that people use, however - safe, sane, and consensual is the most common. It's just saying that both parties are participating in something that is just as it implies, and it prioritizes safety. Knowing you, I'm sure you've read up on most of this, but it doesn't hurt to explain," you say softly. Spencer nods, he did already know a lot of what you were talking about.

"The other is 'Risk-Aware Consensual Kink,' which is where both parties are participating in something they knew could have consequences that are harmful. In both situations - both parties need to be aware and understand the lengths of whatever they're participating in. It's the core of all BDSM practice, and since this is all new for you - let me be clear that your safety and sanity come first to me always. BDSM is a psychological thing at heart so making sure you're okay is firs priority," you clarify. Spencer is in awe by how.. well-spoken you were about it. He knew you were experienced but it was more than you let on. Spencer just nods, unsure of what to say.

"You've actually done this before, but the same goes for me - you know," Spencer adds. You give him a sweet kiss which he returns.

"Thank you, love. With all that, the way you assure someone's safety is obviously having discussions about limits but also by developing a safeword and system to make sure that a scene can stop at any point. It's especially important to make sure that those words are a out of place. You shouldn't use words like "Stop," or "No," as safewords because in some peoples play they refuse something as a part of foreplay or a part of the scene. Maybe a submissive whose being bratty is refusing something but they're okay with it happening - thats when a safeword can come in. If a partner at any point wants to tap out, they use that word," you explain.

Spencer nods in understanding, he didn't even think about people using those words for the purposes of foreplay or whatever else. He gives you a curious look, as you lean back. Instinctively, Spencer moves himself to lay his head on your lap which you'd sorta pavloved onto him. You'd always pat your lap when you wanted Spencer to do it, and at first it was so embarrassing but you'd do it so much he just sorta got used to it. You run your hands through his hair, the other one on his chest. His face is a little hot.

"For me, I like the stoplight system - Red meaning stop completely, yellow meaning slow down and let's talk about this, and green meaning go, I'm totally down for this. I like that system because it's a lot easier to get a sense of how the other person wants the scene to go, and if I want to try something, I can ask my submissive 'Color?,' and they can respond however they like. If they say yellow, I can break character and ask them whats up which can give them some real reassurance. Every submissive is different, but this sytem is really universal and easy to keep up with, " you say lovingly, patting Spencers chest rhythmically. You look down at his expression with serious eyes.

"Listen to me carefully when I say this my love - if we participate in a scene and there is a single doubt about what's happening, you use one of your safewords no questions asked. Using your words with me or any other signals may discuss is so important and it doesn't make you a bad submissive - okay? We are equals, always. Even if you want me to step on you, or call you pathetic - we are still equals and always will be, okay pretty boy?," you say in a stern, but loving voice. Spencer just nods, softly - so far he doesn't have many questions though he's sure that'll change at some point. Spencer nods, leaning his face into your hand as you cup his cheek. You lean down and place a kiss on his lips.

"I know I've been talking a lot, but lemme hear your thoughts, yeah? Anything," you ask Spencer.

"It's weird - I've done so much research on safe BDSM practices and understand all this stuff in theory but it seems so different in practice," Spencer comments lightly. You nod, letting him continue.

"One thing that I did notice was that you use If/When scenarios about you dominating me and I wasn't really sure what that was about. We are girlfriend and boyfriend, doesn't that sorta just imply you are my dom?," Spencer asks. You give him a pat on the chest before you go into explanation.

"It certainly helps that we're dating but you and your submission is something to be earned. We've never discussed in length until today, but of course - I was hoping that you'd want that from me. It's really just like an everyday relationship, but a lot more involved in trust and respect. We have a strong romantic connection which is really lovely, because it builds a lot of that trust and respect that you need to practice BDSM healthily and safely. I wanna lead you so I can see you grow, and hopefully, you wanna submit to me out of respect - those sorts of things,"  you say, playing with Spencer's hands. Spencer just nods, looking up at you.

"Will you be my dom, then? I want you to be. I don't think I could really imagine it being anyone else," Spencer asks out of the blue. You weren't expecting the question so suddenly, or the way your heart rips through your chest hearing it. It's so simple and innocent when Spencer asks.

"I mean, I'd love too but are you really sure? I mean -," you try to think of a reason for Spencer to say no but you really cant. Spencer just smiles at you, sitting up to look at you completely.

"I trust you so much because I know you'd never do anything to hurt me on purpose - I mean unless I asked but, you know what I mean. I'm more sure than I was about asking you to be my girlfriend because you're just a trustworthy person. You're smart and kind and lovely all around. I know I'm new to this but theres no one I trust more than you to teach me. I really like you," Spencer says warmly. You wrap your arms around him, avoiding the tears in your eyes. Spencer is so sweet, reassuring by nature and it makes your heart yearn.

"Well, then - yes, I'd love to be your dom. And to answer your question about what we do for the first time, it'll be rather purely vanilla. No hijinks, just regular sex - since it's your first time partaking in BDSM with someone else, we gotta go really slowly so you don't have to worry. It might make you a little impatient but have faith in the process," you explain softly. Spencer is relishing in the fact that you know so much - you seem to have such a tight grasp on what you were doing he had no urges to question you. You lead so naturally, you don't demand anything from him but still, Spencer follows you. Spencer would follow you into the darkness if you kept speaking to him like that.

"We'll discuss things slowly and we'll make it really easy, okay? Once I get to know you a little more in bed, we can plan and talk about our first scene. It takes time to figure this stuff out, you know," You play with Spencers hair as you look over to the clock. 27 ish minutes before you two went out for brunch. Spencer sits up, face flush as he opens his mouth to try and ask you for what he wanted - now that he knew what was on the table his mind was thinking of everything he was missing. All the touches he was aching for you to give him. Spencers eyes were a little lost as he tries to explain to you.

"Can we -? I mean, would you, you know - uhm," Spencer voice can't get the words out. You give Spencer a small smile as he leans back into the couch. You pull your dress up, straddling Spencer's lap, and Spencer's throat dries up. He can't speak as he feels your heat up against his jeans. He's hard nearly immediately, a painful feeling for his dick up against the tight denim. Spencer stares up at you startled, a playful smile on your face. You place your hands on Spencers chest, feeling him up before settling your hands on the side of his face base of his neck. You lean in slowly, breath brushing Spencers ears as he heart pounds against his chest. His body felt a little out of control, and you just seemed to be so comfortable Spencer didn't know how to deal. He's so aware of the where your fingers seem to linger around his neck - he wants to blurt out "Choke me, please," but the words seems to disappear when he opens his mouth.

"You want me to touch you, Spencer?," you ask softly. Spencer nods violently and you can't help but laugh, maintaining eye contact for a few agonizing seconds. You lean in to kiss Spencer as your hands work the zipper of his jeans, your fingers making indirect contact with Spencer's cock. He whines aloud - he's sensitive, apparently. You can't help your pleased reaction as you pull his erection of his boxers - the tip is swollen, you can feel it ache under your touch. Spencer's eyes roll up in the back of his head, despite you having barely done anything for him at all.

"How fast do you think you can get off, baby?,"

Baby. Fuck, Spencer liked when you called him that. It was so natural to you, and Spencer just sighs.

"Fast," Spencer admits, a little embarrassed. He'd never needed to cum that quickly before in his life, yet here you were making him feel like he'd break at any second if you touch him too long. He was an adult but the thought of having sex with his girlfriend made him feel like he was gonna fucking combust.

"I cum first today, hope that's okay with you," you tell Spencer warmly. He gives you a nod, he's more than okay with that. You guide his wrist under your dress, feeling his hands palm through your panties. You moan quietly, and Spencers pleased with himself. It's hard for you to not just tell him to lay back so you can sit on his face - because god did you wanna do that.

"You lead the way," you joke to Spencer, more just telling him that he has permission to do his thing. Spencer just nods, as you lean into his neck to bite hickies into it. Spencers hands are careful with you, two fingers pressed against your clit as he rubs circular motions, his other hand holding your waist steady.

"A little faster, love," you ask Spencer. He just nods as he hears your voice, soft sighs falling from your lips as you feel your orgasm build in your core. Spencer likes you so much, he's so eager to please you in every way so when you finally reach your orgasm, Spencer doesn't hesitate on letting you ride out your high. His dick is pulsating against your thigh, as you finish up and flutter your eyes open to look at him. Spencer gives you a small smile, eyes looking for your approval as you give him a lazy smile.

Spencer watches you pick your bag up from the couch, laughing as he sees you pull out a condom. He gives you a look of surprise and you just shrug, rolling it on for him.

Your lipsticks mostly on but smudged a bit as you kiss Spencer, lifting your hips up before settling back around Spencer's cock. You feel so good around him, the feeling of your lingering orgasm gripping him tight makes him choke. You ride Spencer with ease, hands around the base of his neck. Fuck - Spencer wants you to choke him so bad.

"Choke me, please," Spencer spits out. You give Spencer a look.

"Are you sure, love?,"

Spencer strains for a second, feeling his orgasm coming at him full speed before squeezing out another "please". You debate for a second, but you figure non-kinky couples do this all the time and you tighten your hands around the base of his neck.

Spencer relishes the way the air leaves his lungs and doesn't return. He loves the way you look at him when you do it, the way you adore how much he's under control. He tries to calm down but before he can think, his orgasm shoots up his spine as he looks at you pleadingly. You purposefully clench around him and Spencer's leg twitches underneath you. Your grip on his neck releases immediately and he misses the feeling of you around his neck, cumming into the condom with a heavy sigh.

"I really like you," Spencer breathes out as you cum. You bubble up with laughter as you kiss his cheek, a little red pair of lips sitting on it. He goes to wipe it off but you stop his hand, grabbing his wrist.

"Leave it," you say, an edge to your voice. Spencer can't help but nod, touching it carefully as you slip off of him. You pull off the condom for Spencer, throwing it in the trashcan of his bathroom before heading to his bathroom with your bad. Spencer follows suit, wiping himself clean with a wet-wipe before tucking himself back into his jeans. Spencer watches you fix your makeup in the mirror, as he clings onto you in the mirror.  You turn to him, wetting your lips before kissing that same spot, then using your little brush to put powder on it. You smile, leaning up to kiss him on the lips. He wraps his arms around your waist instinctively.

"Now it'll stay put. And, I really like you too," you say, rubbing his back as he hugs you. He may have been tall but he clings to you like a big baby. It was so damn endearing.

Spencer's heart beats so loudly in his chest. You were so lovely, you smelled good, and tasted nice and were so sweet to Spencer. Spencer liked you so fucking much, he just wanted to stay like this forever and the best part was you liked Spencer too. The way you rubbed his back, soothing him and humming as you gave him the affection he always dreamed of made him feel more happy than he could imagine. When he pulls away and you look at him, you place your hands on the side of his face and smile.

"You're so pretty, doc," you say. Doc - you only called him that when you felt affectionate. Spencer blushes.

"So are you,"

If you two didn't have a brunch reservation, Spencer was sure the two of you would stay like this forever. Not that he really minded, anyway.

[peachfaeryy]

Hi 🌙

It's my birthday right now. I'm 26 now.

1. What is my fondest childhood memory?

My fondest childhood memories definitely consist of the lovely people who I grew up with and derived my sense of humor/silliness from: my cousins Anna & Emily, Savannah -- my childhood best friend, and Kaleb, my eternal crush. These memories consist of them in elementary school, camp, and my grandma's house in San Antonio.

2. What is my favorite comfort food?

Probably nachos/chips/chips & queso.

3. What’s my favorite way to exercise?

Uh...DANCE.

4. Am I a morning person or a night owl?

I lean more towards night owl but I try to avoid both.

5. If I could have any superpower, what would it be?

The currency of youth.

6. Do I prefer cooking, baking, or neither?

I love both cooking and baking :) I find both extremely rewarding and cathartic.

7. Am I an introvert or an extrovert?

Ambivert strongly introvert-leaning.

8. What superhero do I find most relatable?

None, I detest all superheroes.

9. What is my favorite season of the year — and what do I love most about it?

Winter because it provides me with the most amount of physical comfort. I love sleeping in a very cold room, opening my windows with no AC on. Sitting in my car listening to music/eating with engine off. Less humidity. Food is tastier. Style is better.

10. Do I believe in the existence of angels?

Not particularly? Well, yes but I believe they have absolutely no role or effect on our world.

11. What are my favorite TV series?

American Crime Story (OJ & Versace), Fleabag, Atlanta...90 Day Fiance, Game of Thrones

12. What was the last movie I watched (or the last movie I enjoyed)?

Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest (let's gooOoo)

13. Am I a tidy person or a messy one?

I used to be very messy but not I'd consider myself pretty tidy. My nature is messy though.

14. Am I afraid of the dark?

Nah.

15. Am I more of a coffee person or a tea person?

Mostly coffee.

16. What talents do I possess that I’m proud of?

I don't have any natural-born talents but I suppose my ability to teach myself a new skill over time.

17. Do (or did) I like school?

I loved school and literally work at a school.

18. Did I go to the prom?

Unfortunately, yes.

19. What is my idea of a perfect date?

Definitely grabbing pizza at a nice restaurant.

20. Do I enjoy DIY or crafts?

Not at all, sounds awful, lol.

21. Do I forgive others easily?

Yes. But not so much anymore now that I'm older and more experienced. My instinct/nature is very forgiving.

22. Do I have a nickname — or did I ever have one?

None.

23. Do I have any phobias?

I'm scared of most anything anything everything...I'd say my daily fear is mistaking my razor for my toothbrush in the shower.

24. Have I ever met one of my heroes? If yes, who was it, and how did it go?

No?

25. Do I speak any other languages?

No, but I told myself I would learn Spanish before I die.

26. Have I ever traveled outside my native country?

Yes! I have been the Mexico and Ireland.

27. If money were no object, what would I want for my next birthday?

Maybe a trip to South Korea/Germany/Rhode Island

28. Have I ever been addicted to something?

Yes. But as far as substances? I'm addicted to Nsaid.

29. When I was a kid, what did I want to be when I grew up?

I wanted to be a wildlife photographer when I was a kid-kid.

30. Have I ever won something?

$75 with scratch offs

31. Have I ever narrowly escaped death (or serious injury)?

I'd say so, yes.

32. Do I prefer baths or showers?

Showers.

33. How am I feeling right now?

Changed.

34. Have I ever played any sports?

Soccer, Basketball, and cross-country

35. Do I prefer the beach or the mountains?

Beach, but I feel connected to both.

36. Do I prefer a Mac or a PC?

Uh...PC?

37. Do I prefer dogs or cats (or some other pet)?

Cats...I honestly do not like dogs at all.

38. Do I have any piercings or tattoos? Would I like to get any?

I have three tattoos: three rune, a sword, and a butterfly. All of which are on my arms.

39. Do I have kids?

Not right now.

40. Do I have siblings?

None.

41. What do I do on a typical Friday night?

Same thing I usually do: practice dance/choreo for a couple of hours. Read, cook, watch Youtube. If I’m going out, I’ll maybe grab dinner/hang with my friends. I MAY go to ~the club~ in a blue moon.

42. If I could go anywhere in the world with unlimited funds, where would I go?

SOUTH KOREA

43. What do I do to relax?

Shower, listen to music. Do my makeup for fun.

44. What do I do to wake up or boost my energy levels?

Blast Stray Kids

45. Would I rather have unlimited energy or unlimited money?

Unlimited money

46. Am I a collector of anything? If yes, how big is my collection?

I collect Kpop bullshit...(albums, photo cards, posters, etc.) essentially merch from my favorite artists.

47. What sort of gift would I want from my significant other on Valentine’s Day or on my birthday?

JUST flowers. All I care about it getting flowers on both of those days.

48. Which would I rather avoid — excess heat or extreme cold?

Excess heat.

49. Would movie genre would I rather watch: action, romance, fantasy, or horror?

Of those choices: horror. I also like a solid journey story.

50. Have I ever been on a diet? If yes, how did it go?

More like a mini eating disorder, lol? I went through phases where I only consumed 1500 calories.

51. If I could live anywhere for a month with whomever I choose, where would that be?

Greece with I suppose...someone I get along with.

52. Have I ever gone camping? Or do you look at a tent and think, “I feel like that’s the wonton wrapper, and I’m the filling.”

Yes, several times. I actually thoroughly enjoy camping.

53. What’s the last song I listened to?

Ribs -- Lorde

54. What’s my current obsession, and how much have I spent on it?

Anything kpop...hours. I’m talking hours and hours.

55. What’s a favorite book of mine?

We Need to Talk About Kevin

56. What should I be doing right now?

Sleeping.

57. What’s my best feature?

Physically? Boobs.

Personality? I would say kindness but that’s basic. Witty? Self-discipline.  

58. What’s the most expensive article of clothing (or shoes) that I own?

Damn...shoes...? $100?

59. What is one thing I could not live without?

Music. My one coping mechanism and literally the reason I’m alive and functional.

60. What’s one thing I can’t leave the house without (other than keys and my wallet)?

Phone... BC packet?

61. What’s one of my pet peeves?

Slow walkers

62. What wild animal would I love to have for a pet (as long as it didn’t eat anyone)?

Maybe like...a toucan?

63. What’s my favorite drink?

An ICE COLD fizzy SODA boiii

64. What’s my spirit animal, and do I own anything featuring that animal?

I guess I’m very cat-like. I used to have a lot of cat stuff, but not anymore...

65. What’s my favorite restaurant, and what’s my favorite splurge order?

I like basically any fast food joint. I’m also a sucker for Chili’s. I’m really basic. A splurge order for me would be ordering a margarita with my meal.

66. What’s my favorite movie — or the best one I’ve seen in the last three years?

I’ve been obsessed with We Need to Talk About Kevin, Pirates of the Caribbean...I’ve been wanting to rewatch Little Miss Sunshine

67. What’s a favorite hobby of mine?

Dancing :)

68. What’s my favorite go-to snack?

Health-wise: apples and peanut butter. But if I don’t care: chips

69. What are my must-haves for watching a movie in a theater?

True interest in the film

70. What’s my favorite kind of competition to watch (sports, cooking, etc.)?

Not really into competition shows.

71. Would I rather get an electric shock or get an intramuscular shot (tetanus, etc.)?

Electric shock?

72. What’s my dream car?

Bella’s shitty red truck let’s gooooo

73. What are the must-haves in the home of my dreams?

LOTS of open space, sunlight, heated bathroom floor

74. What’s my favorite sandwich?

Chicken salad, BLT, plain peanut butter

75. What’s my favorite kind of dinner? (comfort food, four-course, take-out Chinese…)

Comfort food

76. If I could change my eye and hair color, what color/s would I choose?

I would DEF change my eye color to a warm brown and my hair to very dark brown. I’m growing my natural hair out. I’m going dye-free right now.

77. Who is my favorite fictional character (or one of them)?

Jack Sparrow

78. What’s my longest relationship so far (other than family)?

4 years...

79. What is my star sign — or do I usually avoid that question?

I DO NOT care about this but I’m a Leo

80. What is my lucky number, or what is a favorite number of mine?

Uh? N/A

81. What city do I live in now, and what’s my favorite thing about it?

I still live in Denton and I detest it.

82. What state do I live in now, and what do I love about it?

Texas, its diversity.

83. If I had to move to a different state, where would I rather go?

New Mexico

84. Have I ever colored my hair? If yes, what’s my favorite hair color experiment so far?

Yes, most of my teen and adult life. But my “crazy” hair experiment right now is going dye-free and wearing my natural color.

85. Whom do I miss right now?

My 14-year-old self

86. Have I ever made a mistake that someone else refused to forgive me for?

Apparently.

87. Do I have a celebrity crush? If yes, who is it?

JOHNNY DEPP and all of Stray Kids lol. Jungkook?

88. If I could meet any celebrity for coffee/tea and a chat, who would it be?

Marina Diamandis

89. As desserts go, would I rather have ice cream or cheesecake?

Ice Cream

90. Would I rather live in a house or an apartment, and why?

A small house.

91. Would I rather live in a treehouse, a cave, or a submarine?

Treehouse

92. What is one big goal that I want to accomplish this year?

Move out of D*nton.

93. What do I want to do for a living?

I’m happy being a teacher, but ultimately I’d like to counsel kids.

94. When I feel sick, where do I usually feel it first or most noticeably?

My head.

95. What sort of smartphone do I use, and what made me choose it?

Uh? Android?

96. What’s one movie that I’ve watched repeatedly? What do I love about it?

I watch signs pretty frequently. Midsommar? I connect with its characters because they seem like real actual people? I’ve been wanting to rewatch the Lovely Bones.

100. If I could afford one, would I rather hire a chef, a personal assistant, or a housekeeper?

Housekeeper!

97. What is one food that I refuse to eat?

Liver

98. What exotic food would I be willing to try?

I’d be open to trying most any food.

99. What is one item on my bucket list, and what made me choose it?

I’m kind of working on it now. I want to put a few years in while I’m young and able to become a very good dancer. I know that to obtain that it IS going to take years. It’s something that’s really important to me because I’ve always wanted that for myself but never made actual steps to obtain/execute it. And ultimately, I want it because it allows me to feel like my true self.

[writingtoforgetreality]

I just want us to be safe – Chapter 1 (Andy Barber x Daughter!Reader)

Next Chapter / I just want us to be safe-Masterlist

Summary: You were the 20-year-old daughter of Andy Barber. Nine months after a one-night-stand, your biological mother decided to give the responsibility to him. Yet, you were happy with your small family. One day, though, a scary event occured & somehow you involuntarily started being a part of this.

Words: 2,089

Warnings: none just yet, maybe a bit of swearing bc that`s me, angst if you squint

If you like my work & wanna support me: a coffee would be highly appreciated ❤

You were (Y/N) Barber. Daughter of the assistent attorney, Andy Barber. You were 20 years old & used to attend Newton high school, like your younger brother Jacob did. Now, your background is a bit more complicated. Technically, Jacob was not your biological brother. Neither was Laurie, Jacob’s mother & Andy’s wife, your biological mother. Some time ago, when your dad had not been dating Laurie yet, he had a one-night-stand with some girl he had met at a bar. Just one night, he had not seen her after that encounter. What he did not know though: the girl got pregnant & nine months later, Andy found a small basket at his doorstep. There you were, wrapped in a blanket. There was a letter, too. Your biological mother had not been ready for a child but she knew Andy would handle you just fine. And, being the guy Andy was, he obviously took you in. You were his daughter to say the last. He made sure to take a paternity test & yep, you were his daughter.

Now, do not get me wrong, you grew up with Laurie being your mother & yet, you had never, not even once, called her “mom“. You simply did not feel ready to do so & neither your dad nor Laurie pushed you into something you were not comfortable with. When you were 6 years old, Jacob was born & ever since then, you had made sure to protect him at all costs. Your dad loved seeing you with Jacob & he loved the bond you two shared. Laurie was sure that you would be more open about her being your mother after that but nope. Your guess was that you still felt neglected by your biological mother & did not want to let another “mother figure“ get close to you. Your dad never lied to you about anything. He tried to explain to you from the very beginning how your biological mother “abandoned“ you & that Laurie was & will always be your mom. While Andy did not lie to you, the two of you had kept a secret from Jacob & Laurie. Your dad said that they did not need to know & he did not want them to see him in a different light. It was not his fault that his dad had been a criminal though. It was not his fault your grandfather killed, stabbed to be exact, a girl. He had been suffering for his actions in jail, for a very long time. You had agreed on keeping it for you, never doubting your dad. You knew he only had good intentions.

After graduating from Newton High, you got into law school near your home. You wanted to follow your dad’s footsteps. He did not force you to approach the same career & let you choose a path yourself. He would lie if he said that he was not proud of you for wanting to do the same as him though. Law school was absolutely amazing, you loved going there every day, loved coming home to tell the new things you learned at your dinner table. People say sometimes you know when a decision is right, you have a gut feeling about it. You were sure: this was YOUR way. Even though your family was quite wealthy, never having a problem about money whatsoever, you still wanted to have a part-time job during college. Earning your own money simply felt amazing. Your dad & Laurie were so proud of you for being so independent.

Here you were, a nice family, a house, the best future ahead. But life does not always roll that way, does it? Every time when Jacob had a problem in school or with homework, studying for an upcoming exam, he would knock on your door, waiting for you to yell “Come in! I told you there’s no need to knock, Jay.“ Jay. You always called him that. He was your little brother & while others called him “Jake“ or simply “Jacob“, you wanted to have something for yourself. Jay it was. Anyway, after coming into your room, asking if you were busy, the two of you always ended up doing school stuff together. It was more fun to have company & Jacob was always thankful for you helping him out. Of course you would, you never had a problem in high school, always bringing home good grades. You liked helping him wherever you could.

Your alarm woke you up at 6 am. Time to get up, get ready & head to college. Usually, dad would take you with him in the mornings since his work is close to your school. Today, though, you had to take your own car to drive to school, you had to work at your local diner afterwards. Yes, you did purchase that car on your own. After saving enough money, you decided on a small black car, not really caring too much about the brand. All that mattered was that it was not too pricey & that it worked. Of course your parents offered you to buy you that car but you wanted to do this on your own. And would you look at that, you managed to buy it without being broke. As you finished showering, putting makeup on & deciding on an outfit, you made your way downstairs where dad & Jacob were already seated. Laurie was most likely out on her daily morning run. You did not understand how someone could go jogging voluntarily. It kept you healthy but at what cost?

“G’morning male beings of this household.“ you greeted them & earned a chuckle from dad. You were not a morning person but that was not your family’s fault so you would brush off your grogginess in order not to say something you might regret later. Jacob was busy writing away on his phone. Gosh, this boy & his damned phone.

“Good morning, angel. How did you sleep?” your dad shot you a grin. He had been calling you “angel“ ever since you were little & you absolutely loved this nickname.

“Like a princess, as always.“ you answered. Some might say you were a sarcastic piece of shit & you know what, maybe they were right. You were a lot like your dad & you liked yourself & your goofiness. You could be serious when it was needed though, your personality was perfectly balanced.

“Hello? Earth to Jay?“ you waved your hand in front of his face to gain his attention but his eyes were glued on his screen still.

“Morning.“ was the only word you got out of him.

“Okay, what girl are you texting? Do I know her? Does she have an older sister? Brother, maybe? Is she hot?“ you teased him & Jacob sent you a glare which made you giggle.

“I’m just texting Derek.“ Jacob stated.

“Wow…And I thought I was the one who hated mornings.“ you stated, mostly to yourself but your dad heard you & started laughing. Even Jacob let out a low giggle.

While the three of you held a conversation, Laurie got back home, greeting you & asking you about your plans for today.

“Do I need to take any of you to school?“ dad asked.

“Um, actually, I’ll be driving myself today. I’ll be back home a bit later, gotta earn that bread, y’know?“ you smirked at both, your dad & Laurie to wait for their reactions. Seeing them laugh was one of your favorite things in this world, especially when you were the reason.

“Sure thing, just text me when you know how late it’ll be.“ dad waited for you to nod, looked at Jacob & asked “What about you, buddy?“

“I’ll be walking today.“

“You sure, you know it’s no probl-” but before dad could finish, Jacob cut him off.

“I’m fine with walking.“

“Okay, just be safe.“

Checking the time, you saw that you should keep going so you went over to dad & Laurie, gave each of them a kiss on the cheek, went over to Jacob, messed up his hair a bit which earned you a groan & finally made your way outside to your car. You hopped in, turned on the engine & started driving off. Every time you would drive yourself, you always stopped at Starbucks for a quick breakfast. Your breakfast mostly consisted of a nice coffee. No offense, but the coffee you got at home just was not it. And let’s be honest: Nobody survives college without having coffee.

Finishing all of you classes for the day, you & a few of your colleagues exited the building. Usually, when you were at college, you did not look at your phone at all, finding it too distracting when you had to focus on something else. But as soon as you unlocked your phone, you knew something was off. You had two calls from Jacob, which was weird since he barely ever called you, & 5 missed calls from dad. Fuck, something was not right. You excused yourself from your friend group, teling them you had to go to work earlier, while in reality, you moved to your car, opened it & got inside. As soon as you closed your door, you called Jacob first. He picked up almost immeadiately.

“(Y/N)? Thank god, I’ve tried calling you.“ he sounded a bit shaken up? That was off.

“Yeah, I know, sorry `bout that, Jay. You know how I ignore my phone during classes but anyway…What’s up? Are you okay?” you started growing concerned now.

“Newton High is locked down. Apparently they found a 14-year-old stabbed in the woods. I am fine though.“ his voice was quiet, almost like he did not want anyone else to hear. Your heart stopped a beat. There was a killer running around town. Who the hell would stab a teenager? Who the hell would stab anyone to begin with?

“Have you talked to dad yet?“ you really did not know what else to say. You were just glad your little brother was alright. That was all that mattered right now.

“Yes, he’s on it. He said he wanted to call you. Have YOU talked to him?“

“Not yet, I’ll call him now, just wanted to make sure you’re okay. Call me if something’s wrong or if you`re scared, okay?“ your heart was literally racing. Yeah, your brother was fine but the victim was his age & Jacob usually took the way through the woods to get to school. The mere thought of your brother being the one who had been murdered scared you like crazy.

“Will do. Thanks, (Y/N). Bye.“

“Bye, Jay.“ you ended the call & let yourself breathe for a moment. Not even once in your life did you think something like this could happen in your neighborhood. You lived in one oft he safest areas in the country & yet this brutal event had happened so close to home. The world was a scary place. A few minutes later, after calming down as good as it was possible, you dialed dad’s number. He would most likely knew more. To be honest, you were not sure if you really wanted to know more about this case but on the other hand,you were curious. Of course you were, you wanted to do this as your future job. His phone rang twice before he picked up.

“(Y/N)? Angel?“ he did not sound scared, just relieved to hear your voice.

“Yeah, it’s me, dad. I’m fine, talked to Jay. He told me what happened. Well, as much as he knew, of course. What the hell is going on?“ you were rambling. You always were when you grew nervous or anxious.

“Breathe, angel. Look, there’s a lot going on. Could you come home, like, right now? I called your boss, she said it was fine if you took the evening off.“ he knew you would say you needed to go to work so he had called the diner you worked at to explain the situation.

“I’ll be home in ten.“

“Drive safe.“ your dad always made sure you were okay, trying to protect you as much as he could. He would do everything for his family to be safe.

“Always.“ & with that, you ended the call. Everthing inside you screamed to go over the speed limit but your dad’s words popped into your mind again. He would not want this. You would survive another ten minutes before coming home.

~to be continued~

Published 04/30/2020 by Cathy

[hiddles-evans-hallucinations]

How Did We Get Here? - 5

Summary: The pictures of (Y/N) and Chris keeps on getting out in the media for the public eyes. The fans are going crazy, but as they tried their best to hide it and keep their relationship to themselves, their feelings to flaunt each other is bigger.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Famous Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: AGE GAP 

Note: a sucker for a fluff and fanfics or imagine that makes me UWUUUUUU so imma push myself to write and smiling like an idiot the whole time for the last chapter!!! // Also using celebs paparazzi shoot’s pics bc it kinds of matches with the mood I’m going for. And for the last chapter I’m using dakota and jamie cause they’re really cute on and off set. HOPE YOU LIKE IT. 

*gifs and pics are not mine*

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4 

Chris and I had to fly separately to Italy for the premiere, I was there first as I was talking to Judd when I heard a loud scream from the fans. I look to my left and found Chris smiling (gif), escorted by two men in black suits. 

My face lights up when I see him, but apparently it looks like he already saw me first before I did. 

He looks so good. 

Chris waves to the screaming girls as he approaches me and swing me around. “Hi, handsome.” I whisper. 

He pulls away and take a look at me. I was wearing a black dress. Chris bites his lower lip as he checks me out. I pull out my tongue and scrunch my nose at him making him laugh. “So beautiful.” he said with a hand on his chest. 

“Don’t cry now.” I pat his shoulder making him laugh again. 

The fans were screaming as we talk to each to each other. “KISS!” one shouted and followed by another loud screaming from them. Chris and I laughed as we hug each other one more time. 

The premiere was like usual, we spend time sometimes together for a quick interview sometimes we do it alone. I spend most of the time talking to people, taking pictures with fr I was so tired and my feet hurts that when everything and everyone seems to forget about me and I’m glad, I ask Pammy to take me to the SUV in the parking lot to chill. 

The driver turn the AC on and leave me alone as I texted Chris. 

(Y/N): ‘I’m probably gonna go before you, my feet hurts so bad.’ 

As I lay my head back and put my phone on my stomach, just when I was about to shut my eyes, the door was open. “There you are.” Chris said as I smile tiredly at him. 

“I just texted you,” 

Chris pulls his phone out of his pocket. “You did, baby?” he checks his phone and nodded. “Oh yeah, you did. 

“How did you know I’m here?” 

“Pammy told me.” 

I nodded my head. “Right, she loves you that much, she’d spoil where I am hiding to you right away.” 

“Were you hiding from me?” 

I shook my head smiling goofily. “No.” 

He jumps into the seat next to me after calling the driver. 

I stay quiet  the whole ride, I didn’t even know where we’re going, we did make plans that we would stay together on tour since we didn’t have any other movies to shoot currently. Pammy told me that tomorrow or in 1.5-hous is Chris’ birthday, I have his presents in my suitcase just before I flew here. I had to double check to Wikipedia to make sure Pammy isn’t fucking with me. 

“Hey, did you booked the hotel already?” 

Chris turns to me, his eyes are tired, “Of course, booked it two-weeks ago.” I look at him surprised. 

“Really?” 

“Yeah, I wanted to spend my birthday with you.” 

I raise my brow at him with a smirk. “Oh... so you’re telling me tomorrow’s your birthday?” Chris smiles, amused. He slides his arms around my waist shifting me closer to him, I shyly place my head on his shoulder as he puts another arm on my stomach and rest his chin on my head. 

“Do I get a special treatment for my birthday?”

I chuckle. 

“Special treatment? You wish.” I huff. 

When we arrived, there’s no paparazzi, Chris let himself out first, and as I was putting my heels back on, Chris opens the door for me. I smiled at him, puckering my lips as he leans forward to kiss me quick. 

He grabs my heels and carry it for me. I just can’t stop looking at him and think of how lucky I am to have him. Chris is hands down the most kind and caring person I have ever met in my life and now me being with him, I just feel more and more lucky every day. 

“I need to go to the bathroom first, give me the spare key.” 

I was thinking if Chris went up first I can ask for a cake for him upstairs. But, of course, “No, baby, I’ll wait for you.” I can’t help but smile.

I look around if I can have the front office guy look at me. As the guy, take a glance at me, I gesture him to follow me. Chris was looking at his phone, so for now, I’m safe to make a plan. 

“Can I help you Miss?” 

“Could you please send a slice of cake to our room at 11:58 on the clock?” 

He looks back to Chris then to me. “Right, what kind do you want?” 

“What do you have?” 

“We have the cheesecake, red velvet, classic chocolate-” 

“Classic chocolate it is.” I said to him with a smile. “Thank you. And I need one candle, and also please don’t knock, at 11:58 I’ll be right out.” 

He smiles back at me as I make my way to Chris whose eyes wanders around the interior design with its historical pictures on the wall. 

We walk into our room with him still carrying my heels. I didn’t let go of his hand until he has to open the door. I’ve never felt like this before and it’s weird, I never dated guys who were older than me until Chris, but with him, my heart race like I’ve never been before and I feel safe and I never felt like this dating guys my age. 

I look at my phone it’s 15-minutes until his birthday, Chris took off his jacket and say, “I’m gonna go shower.” I nodded my head. “I’ll do it in the morning, I’m too tired.” He smiles and kiss my head. 

Every time he kisses me, or even just a peck on my forehead, it sends electricity through my veins. 

I take off my dress, grabbing one of his white t-shirt and put it on as I remove my makeup while he was in the shower. I check my phone once again, 5-minutes. 

Chris walk out wearing the bathrobe and threw himself to be, opening his arms wide for me as I jump next to him making him chuckle. 

I keep on counting the minute. 

“I’m gonna get a drink, do you want some?” 

“That’d be great, thank you, baby.” I peck him on the lips and make my way out to the door. 

The guy from the front office stood there with a slice of chocolate cake with the candle in it. I specifically ask for one candle, ha, because of course, who likes it when your candle drizzles down to your cake? Nobody. 

He lit it up for me as I walk slowly to the bed and sing, “Happy birthday to you..” 

He looks at me with the cutest reaction (gif). 

“Happy birthday dear Chris... Happy birthday to you.” 

I stood there for a second, biting my lower lip nervously at him as he stood up. Kissing me passionately before looking at the cake and back to me. “Make a wish.” I said. 

He shuts his eyes for a minute and blow the candle. 

“Thank you, (Y/N)..” 

“The surprise isn’t over yet!” I said handing him the cake and went to my suitcase to get his present. 

Chris placed the cake onto the table near us and open the present and pout in response of how cute it is. 

A matching sweater for him and Dodger, his got Dodger’s face on it and Dogder’s got Chris’ face. 

“Oh man... this is the cutest thing ever...” 

I look at him excitedly, I knew he’d like it because if my puppy’s still alive and someone give me those sweaters for my birthday, I would probably cry. 

“Thank you, I love it.” 

I kiss him once more. 

. . . . 

I took a shower when Chris was still asleep, and as I was having breakfast in the balcony looking at the view of Venice, I open Instagram and uploaded a picture of us together on set.

‘Happy birthday America’s ass @chrisevans there wouldn’t be Nala if Benji don’t exist. You are the reason many people smile today, including mine.’  

I smiled at the picture, it was the first time we had our kiss on set but many more off set. I put my phone and eat my breakfast with my feet up on the balcony wearing bathrobe and a towel wrapped around my head. 

A solid ten-minutes later, my phone didn’t stop buzzing from the notifications. I remember I turn off my notifications for Instagram. “What is going on..” I look it up and there was people tagging me in a photo by Chris. 

‘IS THAT @(Y/N/L/N)?!?!?!?! OMGGGGGGG!!!!’

‘Tell me that’s her and I’ll die happily’ 

‘Omg they’re spending his brithday together i can’t do it.’ 

‘ITS HEEEERRR!!!’ 

It’s a picture of me, right now. 

‘Buongiorno, Venice.’ 

I look back and find him leaning against the door looking at me. I blushed. 

“Good morning.” 

“Good morning, birthday boy.” 

Chris walks to me and kiss my cheeks. 

“You’re so sneaky.” 

He laughed, “You look so good baby, I can’t just do it!” he jokes making me laugh. 

“Shall we go for a date today?” he ask. 

I nodded. 

After we went for a brunch, we were standing outside of the restaurant looking at the view. Chris has his hand wrapped around my waist as we talk about how we’re going to work “us” out when our schedules are busy. 

“Well, you’re more famous than me so, I can make the time for you.” 

He pfft’ed me. “No, I’m not.” 

“Oh yes. I mean, aren’t we supposed to be ready if things doesn’t work out?” 

He stays silence.

“But, it sucks if I have to meet other people or see you with someone else and I have to adapt to someone new, I don’t think I want that anymore.” 

I nodded my head, I feel the same way, I know I might be younger than him but exchanging one man to another is never my style. I’m not saying I’m ready to get married but, it’s nice to just have one person for as long as you also want it. 

Meeting people constantly sucks, and I feel too comfortable with Chris that I know for sure I never felt anything like this before. 

“You’re right.” I said. 

Chris just looks at me and say, “Gosh, I love you.” 

My eyes widens in shock. 

“W-what?”

Chris’ face turns blue, even green and yellow looking at my reaction. “I’m sorry was that too soon?” 

I bit my lower lip, I am so nervous. 

We just stood there in silence, looking at other ways. I can feel tension between us in this silence, but I know I feel the same way. 

“Chris?” 

He turns to me. 

“I love you too.” 

His face lights up, the biggest smile I’ve seen. 

“You do?” 

I nodded my head as he grabs me by shirt closer to him and kisses me passionately. Deep and passionate, and we stay like that for as long as I wish it to be. 

And he said, it was easy to love me, but little did he know that it was easier to love him and it’s hard not to. 

I want time to stop ticking just for us. 

Articles about (Y/N) and Chris: 

‘Chris Evans and co star (Y/N/L/N) shares a passionate kiss in Italy!’  - X

‘It’s official! (Y/N/L/N) finally taking it to public with Chris Evans!’ - X

‘(Y/N/L/N) wishes Chris Evans on Instagram. The reason she smiles today!’ - X

‘Chris Evans take (Y/N/L/N) on  a romantic stroll in Italy holding hands.’  - X

. . . . .

@patzammit​ @joannaliceevans-fanficblog​

[doing-all-write]

don’t be a baby

Pairing: Billy x Reader

Summary: Reader is a nurse who’s brother falls into the Sky Walker crowd. After he gets injured, Billy takes it upon himself to look after Reader’s brother and calm Reader’s nerves as they get ready for their next job. But when the job goes awry and Reader can’t keep Billy safe, how does she cope? 

Word Count: 11K

Warnings: Smut (only 18+ interact please!), swearing, blood and softness bc we love two idiots pining over each other but refusing to acknowledge their feelings for each other!!

A/N: I wrote this in a caffeine fueled burst of inspiration after talking to @mrhoemazzello​ about how much of a baby Billy would be when he gets injured and you have to patch him up and it made me so soft and shoutout to @itsabenthing​ for helping me flesh out this idea and for always being such a great cheerleader 💖but this bad boy is DEFINITELY going to be a two parter so keep an eye out part two coming soon!

Also the first part of this story takes place before the events of 6Underground and the job they’re planning and go on is the one in the movie just to give everyone some context. 

💖💖As always likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated 💖💖

There was a thump at the window. 

She ignored it. It was close to midnight and the idea that someone could be knocking on her (three stories high) window at this time seemed ludicrous. She groaned, shifting in the chair she had curled up in hours ago, reaching out for the sweet release of unconsciousness to claim her before her anxiety kept her up.

She knew Billy was most likely gone. She didn't want to admit it to herself but the relentless loop in her head was a broken record of he's gone he's gone he's gone he's gone.

There was still a part of her that hoped Billy had gotten away unscathed. She had seen him in action, she knew what he was capable of and she sent out a wish that Billy would come running into her apartment like the day he came running into the hospital. 

~~~

She had been working in the Emergency Room, taking over a fellow nurses night rotations in exchange for a few extra days off, when a man had limped in, blue eyes frantic, blonde hair damp and smashed to his forehead, carrying what looked like a dummy in a hoodie, both of them covered in dried blood.

She raced around the desk to them, looping the arm of the prone man around her shoulders as she helped steer them to the nearest room. The blonde kept babbling on about how the man between them had hurt himself while they wrestled the man into a bed. Once the unconscious man was laying down, she pulled back the hood obscuring his face and felt her soul leave her body.

Her brother's face was the one staring back at her.

Now is not the time. Pull it together. You know what to do. Her Nurse Brain kicked in and she shoved the blonde to the side as she hastily started taking care of her brother. Once he had been stabilized and diagnosed with nothing more than a nasty bump on the head, a broken ankle and a badly bloodied nose, she had shoved the shadow who had been following her around into the hallway, crowding him into the supply closet and demanding answers. 

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Oh, careful there, love. You keep talking dirty to me like that and I'll fall in love with you."

"Why the fuck were you with my brother?" 

"Taking him out on a date because he spoke to me with the same dirty mouth you both share apparently." 

He was obstinate, shifting between smart ass answers and flirting as she tried to get any scrap of information from him. She finally hit her limit and spat out, "He's my fucking brother and if you don't tell me what happened, I'll assume it was you and have you thrown in jail. I don't give a fuck about you," She had jabbed a finger into his chest and he winced, "but I do give a fuck about my family." 

Her Nurse Brain activated again when she saw him wince. Eyes zipping over him, assessing, she took in his bloodied face and hands. "Unzip your hoodie."

"Interesting. I'd always heard that angry sex was the best. Can't believe I'm gonna find out if that's true in this supply closet."

Rolling her eyes, she'd batted his hands away as he tried to prevent her from unzipping his hoodie. Fixing him with her if you don't let me do my fucking job I'll kill you and make it look like an accident stare, he had held his hands up in surrender. 

Metallic ticks were the only noise as she pulled the zipper down, revealing the red tank top underneath. 

"Wait, was this originally white?" 

A huff of breath was the only answer she received before she pulled him back into the room with her brother, patching him up while she kept up a running commentary of grumbling about how he had endangered not only her own brother but also himself.

"I mean, what kind of stupid, reckless, idiot would do something like that! Jesus, you see one too many Marvel movies and think, 'hmm, that looks easy. I can do that too!' I mean honestly."

Her monologue was interrupted by the feel of a rough palm grasping her forearm. It seemed like trying to get the next words out were more painful than sustaining the injuries he had already taken that night, "I was protecting him. He works with our crew well and I told him not to come with us but he insisted. Said he needed these jobs so he could help his little sister pay off her student loans." 

That had shut her up. 

~~~

He didn't remember falling asleep but he stirred as he felt his arm being moved.

"It's okay, it's just me." 

"I'm sorry, I don't know a 'me'. I only know the hard ass nurse who I had incredible sexual chemistry with." He heard her huff out a breath, could almost hear her eyes rolling as well. Her fingers were gentle as she made sure the IV drip in his arm was still firmly in place. She saw his lips quirk and rolled her eyes, again, "Go back to sleep. I like you more when you're unconscious."

"Great bedside manner you have there, sweetheart. You got a name?" 

There was silence, then, "It's (Y/N)."

He sighed, "Well, (Y/N), it's nice to meet you. I'm Billy, and that guy in the opposite bed? That's Mark. Though I'm assuming you two already know each other since you're related and all."

"If you weren't in a hospital bed, I'd smack you."

"There's that bedside manner that keeps the patients coming back."

~~~

Billy didn't remember when he drifted off again but when he came to, the light on the other side of his eyelids was the dull yellow of the beginning rays of sunlight welcoming another morning. Eyelids fluttering open, Billy had seen her, curled up in a hospital chair right by Mark's bed, hand cupping her brother's as their chests rose and fell in tandem. Feeling like he was encroaching on a private moment, he closed his eyes again, praying that the tear he felt running down his cheek would dry before either of them would wake up. 

~~~

"Hey. (Y/N). Wake up. C'mon. I've got him from here, go home and shower. Grab some food." 

Her eyelids flickered open and a groan came flying out of her mouth as she slowly started rolling her neck around. As she did so, she couldn't help her eyes from straying to the bed across the room. But it was empty. 

~~~

Her brother had been discharged the next day and she'd been keeping a close eye on him since. A few days later, she kicked open the door of his apartment, yelling out a greeting as she tried to balance the two large tote bags of food, games and movies she had brought over to help keep him entertained and fed as he healed up.

"I know you're a purist when it comes to��Star Trek but I brought over the reboots because one, Chris Pine is very easy on the eyes and two, Star Trek is Star Trek I mean, as long as someone says 'live long and prosper' you're good, right?"

Her voice trailed off as she padded into his living room only to be met with four pairs of eyes staring back at her. Everyone, including her brother, was wearing black athletic clothes making them look a bit like a goth gymnastics team, she felt like a toddler amongst them in her over-sized sweater and leggings.

Her eyes sought out her brother's in hopes he would explain. Mark's eyes pleaded with her to be understanding and it wasn't until she heard someone clear their throat that she realized she recognized the blue eyes staring back at her,

"I'll, uh, I'll just come help you unpack those bags. Okay, love?" The steel cutting along the edge of his words gave her no time to argue as she felt Billy's large hand pressing into her lower back as he shoved her into the kitchen. 

Tripping over her feet, she flung the Star Trek DVD back onto the counter as she rounded on Billy.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" the words were pulverized through her clenched teeth. Her hands curled into fists to prevent them from shaking. She was terrified that these people were back in her brother's life, and only a few days after he had left the hospital because of their recklessness.  

"It's so lovely to see you too! I missed you and your warm bedside manner so much darling." He snarled back as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Now is not the time. Last time you showed up in my life you almost got my brother killed. You better explain yourself now or I'm grabbing the broom and beating everyone in that room out the door and then breaking the broom over your head personally."

Blue eyes widened till she could see the whites all the way around them, "How are you allowed to take care of people? You should be locked up by the pigs not me." He swiveled around, grabbing a beer from the fridge and popping the top off by putting the lid of the bottle against the rim of the counter and hitting it with the heel of his hand. 

Peering out of the corner of his eye he saw her eyes widen, a flush building in her cheeks. She hated how that simple action had sent a flash of warmth through her. 

Smirking, he turned back to her, bringing the bottle to his lips, taking a long sip as she shook herself from thinking about what other things Billy could do with his hands. 

So maybe she had noticed how handsome he was after he had fallen asleep in the hospital. She was only human. 

"While I'm so glad you're enjoying my brothers hospitality, maybe you could dignify me with an answer?" She knew the sarcasm dripping from every word was poisonous but she couldn't help herself. Just because she had seen dried tear tracks on Billy's face when she had woken up to check on him in the cool dawn morning and, alright, maybe she had checked the medical records in the hospital for information on him ("It's like Facebook stalking!" her voice rising as she quickly tried to close his records after her co-worker called her out on it.) and maybe her heart had twisted in on itself when she woke up the next morning and he was gone and maybe she had spent a few thousand hours thinking about him and wondering if she would ever see him again didn't mean she wanted him in her life. 

Right? 

Sighing, Billy leaned back against the counter, crossing his arms as the bottle dangled between two long fingers, "We're planning another job and we asked your brother to do surveillance. All he'll be doing is sitting on that couch," he closed one eye, pointing towards the sofa Mark was currently residing at, "watching security cameras and making sure none of us get caught and warning us of any potential baddies around the corner. It's easy, it's harmless and you could even be sitting next to him babysitting if you're really that concerned about my safety."

Rolling her eyes, she stepped forward to start unpacking the bags, needing something to do with her hands and eyes. Looking right at Billy was like staring at the sun. She feared looking at him for too long would result in permanent damage from his eyes boring into hers, or that the fluttering in her stomach would get stronger the more she talked to him.  

She'd be lying if she said she hadn't seen the group Billy ran with around the city. Walking along, earbuds in, minding her own business, she'd hear a thud, look up and instead of squirrels scampering along the telephone wires, it would be people. Executing flips, yelling, jeering, she'd watch in awe while Nurse Brain would be calculating what kind of injuries they'd sustain and how bad said injuries would be if they fell, but they never did. 

They looked more comfortable walking in the sky than on the ground. They were flying. Confident. So sure that there would be something there to catch them. She had started calling them "Sky Walkers."

Every time she saw them from then on, she always had an ache in her heart for the rest of the day. She craved the security and confidence they had. She'd looked down at her feet encased in Nike's, cursing them for staying ground to the tiled floor of the hospital. 

"All I know is, last time my brother got mixed up with you guys, he showed up at my hospital, bloody and unconscious." Her shoulders hunched forward as anger drained from her body thinking about how frightened she had been. "Can you blame me for being scared?" 

This last sentence was almost missed by Billy. But seeing her look so defeated, Billy's heartstrings tugged. Mark talked about his sister a lot. It was clear they took care of each other. He had always wondered what it would have been like to have that consistency.

Placing Tupperware on the kitchen table, the silence stretched out as Billy sized her up. Finally, her eyes rose, meeting his underneath the harsh fluorescent light. The eyes staring into hers were calculating but not cold. They weren't the eyes of a doctor, sizing up a patient and only seeing a maze of veins, arteries and organs that with the right snip or stitch could be fixed. His was a gaze that peeled back the layers of skin and bone, seeing right into the most vulnerable parts of yourself. 

"You've noticed that your loans are almost entirely paid off. Haven't you." It wasn't a question. It was a statement. Billy had been the one to walk Mark through the steps to help pay off her loans without it being suspicious. He had heard her on the other end of the line when she called to tell Mark how much her loans had gone down. The voice on the other end high-pitched, tinny, but the love between them so palpable he had to leave the room. 

Her eyes darted down as she busied herself carrying Tupperware over to the fridge, her hair a curtain over her profile as she leaned down to place it in the fridge. "He loves you, you know. A lot. That's the only reason he took the gig." He took a sip of beer, watching her frame, way too still to not be listening, peering into the fridge but not seeing anything. "He's friends with Jean, the mastermind, out there and when he complained about how unfair it was of you to have so many loans, Jean offered him a cut of the benefits if he helped us with the job." 

She didn't feel the coolness of the fridge air wafting over her, she felt nothing but enormous guilt. She was the reason he had been injured. That he was mixed up in this crowd. She was the reason he was putting himself in harms way and if he died? It would be all her fault. 

Billy, chuckled to himself as she was gripped in the throes of an existential crisis, "Jean's a good guy but I think he mainly knew having a nurse in our good graces would be immeasurably helpful."

His eyes widened as she turned to face him, flecks of mascara caught in the tears moving down her face but she didn't seem to notice them streaking down. It seemed like she barely noticed him, "You have to keep an eye on him. Please. If anything happens to him-because of me-I-I don't..." her voice trailed off.

Billy crouched down, cupping her shoulders as he pressed his forehead into hers, "Hey. Hey, love. Love? Look at me, focus on my voice, okay?" He pulled back so he could look into both of her eyes. With enormous effort she pulled herself back to this moment, in her brothers kitchen, crouched on the floor with a Sky Walker. "I'll keep an eye on him. He's one of us now. We look after our own, got it? We always do." She nodded, searching his eyes for any sign of lying but there was none. Just warm, blue skies, promising her that from then on out, everything would be fine. 

~

After their rendezvous in the kitchen, Billy had gone back to the living room to plan while she had splashed cold water on her face and pulled herself together. By the time she slunk out of the kitchen, arms wrapped around herself, everyone was leaving and Billy had his arm around a brunette girl who reeked of sexual experience and danger. 

She was pretty sure she reeked of "Christmas Cookie" hand sanitizer and sexual frustration. 

Billy caught her eye as he strolled out of the room, winking at her as he walked past. 

Her heart caught in her throat at the action but remembered how his girlfriend was someone who flew through the air with enormous ease and she was someone who was locked on the ground. 

~

Patching her brother up came easy to her. She wished it had been the first time she had fixed him up but that would be a lie. She went over to his apartment a few times a week. Sometimes the other Sky Walker's would be there, sometimes not. Most of the time if they were over, they spent their time planning the next big heist. Maps and blueprints covered every available surface and surveillance footage became a comforting background noise as she would prep dinner or check Mark's ankle and help him do physical therapy.

Sometimes it would just be Jean hanging out, playing video games with Mark. The first dinner he joined them for, she found she could barely look at him. The resentment towards him still a solid rock in her stomach. 

A few meals later, Jean gently tugged her into the living room after she had gotten Mark set up in bed, "Alright. I know why you won't look at me. Let me have it."

He had sat on the couch for over an hour, hands folded in his lap, nodding as she ripped him a new one, getting out all of her fear and anger. Once she had run out of steam and was standing in front of him, he had taken her hands in his, making the same promise Billy had. That Mark was one of their own now. He would do everything he could to take care of him. The eyes peering back up at her were full of nothing but sincerity.

Glancing down, she sniffled, peering at their hands intertwined, "You have questionable tattoos." Jean barked out a laugh, "You think mine are bad? You should see some of Billy's."  

From then on, she looked forward to having the Sky Walker's around. Whenever she entered Mark's apartment in the weeks leading up to the mission, her heart would speed up in anticipation.

Sometimes it would come crashing to the ground when she saw no sign of Billy. Other times, she was positive individuals could see her heart beating through her shirt when her eyes caught his from across the room. 

The only downer was, if Billy was there, that usually meant his girlfriend, Cassandra, was there as well. 

She had tried, a valiant effort in her opinion, to make nice with her. Most of the time, they were the only girls around. Working to find common ground with Cassandra was proving to be a difficult task, mainly because Cassandra would fix her with a blank stare until she slunk back into the kitchen to restock Mark's fridge.  

The last straw for her had been when she had walked into Mark's apartment, yelling hello only to look up and see Cassandra fixing her with a blank stare and sharpening a knife

She quickly found that anyone who carried their own knife sharpening kit was someone she didn't particularly trust. It made her nervous then, that Billy did so much. 

But she didn't want to interfere. She didn't want to think about all the lethal ways Cassandra could injure her with that blade if she found out she had meddled in her relationship.

When Billy was there, she could hardly stop the grin that threatened to split her face as she busied herself in the kitchen making food for everyone, jumping every time someone came into the kitchen, waiting for Billy to come in under the guise of getting a beverage but always stopping to chat with her. 

Those stolen minutes in the kitchen with Billy were quickly becoming her favorite times. 

She hadn't meant to develop a crush on Billy, but, how could she not? Other than the physical reasons, (she had once seen him take his shirt off to try on a new one and she almost dropped a whole bowl of soup into Mark's lap) he was genuine. Ever since he had looked into her eyes and promised to take care of her brother, he had kept that promise. 

When plans would change, he'd come into the kitchen and update her. He'd tell her all the different contingency plans they had. And while she knew her brother wasn't going on this mission, she still felt a sense of peace wash over her as he walked her through the plan. 

There was one night she asked him, "How did you even get into the Sky Walker stuff?" Coughing on the sip of beer he'd just downed, he made a choking noise, "The what stuff?"

Blushing, she realized she had let slip the private name she had called them ever since she first saw them leaping through the sky, "Umm, Sky Walkers? It's dumb, I know, but I saw you guys months ago leaping over buildings and wires and to me, from the ground, it was like you were walking on the sky, like you had mastered the force and the elements and I've called you that ever since..." her voice trailed off as Billy sat down next to her.   

Laying his arms on the table, a smirk played across his lips, "Well, now that I know you're a huge Star Wars nerd, you're even cuter." his eyes dancing with mirth.

Her heart sank at that. She knew Billy didn't feel the same way about her (why would he when he had Cassandra slinking around out there waiting out for him to join her in the sky) but her heart still leaped at the knowledge that he thought she was cute.

His eyes fixed on an unseen spot as he mulled the name over, "I gotta say, I like the name Sky Walkers. Might bring that up to the whole team. Give you full credit and trademark rights of course." He winked and she giggled as she pulled her mug of tea closer. 

"Why don't you join us in the living room? You're always welcome. And I have insider intel that when Jean's over, you two hang out like you're best friends. So why don't you want to hang out with me?" He made an exaggerated pouty face at her as she struggled to not lean over and bite his exposed bottom lip.

"Because you annoy me" she said primly as she lifted her mug to her mouth, then before she could stop herself, "and I don't think your girlfriend likes me very much." 

The tea was scalding but she forced herself to take a long sip so she wouldn't have to look at Billy's face. 

Billy sat there, studying her, she seemed so out of place with the dark clothes that were rotating in and out of Mark's place. They'd all be caught up in planning, then she'd come bursting into the apartment and it was like she was bringing sunshine in with her. 

She painted her nails with pink sparkles, she watched romantic comedies, she told him about the little kids she played with in the hospital on her rounds, she laughed easily, she engaged with the other members of the crew, pulling them into her warmth, her goodness. She had patched all of them up at one time or another. The more she got to know the whole crew, the more she relaxed and the more she relaxed, the more Billy found sunshine spilling through her cracks and coaxing him towards her warmth. 

But then, Cassandra would lazily lift an eyebrow at him, nod her head and he'd leave with her. He'd known Cassandra since he joined the Sky Walkers. They'd just recently started...well...he wouldn't call it "dating" so much as he and Cassandra would do a job together and then have mind blowing sex after when adrenaline made them both want to explode out of their skins. 

He was starting to realize though that he and Cassandra didn't...talk. Not like how Billy talked to (Y/N).

He laid out his hands on the table, looking at his fingers. They were calloused, rough, covered in tattoos. Her hands were soft despite having to wash them a million times a day. ("I use lotion every day, multiple times a day, how do you not own lotion Billy?" He had walked into Mark's apartment the next day only to be met with a bottle of Bath and Body Works hand lotion being thrown at him by Mark. His heart had squeezed in his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.) and her nails were adorned with pink sparkles. His own nails were busted and, he was pretty sure, had dried blood under them.

He had no business thinking the butterflies that erupted in his stomach every time she smiled at him meant anything more than she was cute and he liked cute women. Never mind that if she said Cassandra didn't like her he was on the verge of saying he'd dump her. 

"Yeah, well. Cassandra doesn't like too many people. I wouldn't worry about it too much." He slapped his hands on the table pushing himself up. Lifting her eyes from her mug she watched him retreat back into the living room, the muscles of his back moving and shifting as he made his way back to the Sky Walkers, slipping easily onto the arm of the chair Cassandra was lazing in.

She really hated how good they looked next to each other. 

She finished her tea, listening to them finalizing plans and making arrangements for the job, which would happen the day after next.  

She had been hoping she'd have a shift scheduled at the hospital but no such luck. 

Sighing, she stood up to rinse her mug out. In less than 48 hours she would be back here, sitting with Mark, trying to keep herself occupied and to not care too much that Billy was out there and she couldn't do anything to keep him safe. 

~~~

The job went awry so quickly. 

She didn't know what to make of it. One minute she had been sitting on Mark's sofa, curled up with a book as Mark sat at his desk, surrounded by monitors. Listening to him call out commands, chuckle softly at jokes, the sharp tap of keys as he disconnected security cameras or diverted them away from where the Sky Walkers were prowling.

For a while, she had been standing behind him, watching all of this happen as the group slipped through the halls of a lavish hotel. Tapping Mark's shoulder, in an over exaggerated whisper, she told him to tell the team that she said good luck and that if any of them got injured she "wouldn't patch them up because then they wouldn't learn anything." 

Mark rolled his eyes and obliged, reaching a hand down to squeeze (Y/N)'s in a reassuring gesture.

Through Mark's headset, she heard the team giving their thanks, promising her that this job would do away with the rest of her loans and they'd be back to her before she knew it. Billy had looked dead set into the nearest security camera and winked as he promised he'd come back in one piece.

A gasp flew form her parted lips as her brother cleared his throat, reminding Billy to get his ass moving and to stop flirting with his sister. 

Then, shit hit the fan.

It started with her hearing Billy's roughly accented voice piercing through Mark's headphones, yelling about the jewels being fakes.

Mark talked him through it, as Jean yelled back at Billy which is when Mark started yelling. 

That's when she had heard gunshots. 

Everything was a blur after that. She ran to the monitors and thought she was looking at a video game. There were so many men with guns running towards where the Sky Walkers were she assumed it was an army of some sort. She saw the flash of guns discharging and people she knew, people she had come to love, fall to the ground where she hoped like hell they would get back up again. 

Part of her wanted to call her hospital, pull some strings and help as many of them as she could but Mark had pulled her into his chest, telling her it was no use. 

In the confusion and mayhem she thought she had seen Billy, necklace clamped firmly between his teeth, jumping through a window but she couldn't be sure. 

So, she and Mark had to sit and wait. Till Jean came back. 

Just Jean.

He explained what had happened as he and Mark sat at the kitchen table, nursing a bottle of whiskey. She had stayed for one drink but the grief didn't feel like one she could share in. 

She finally left, as she walked away, each step thudded to the ground while the only refrain that carried her home was billybillybillybillybillybillybilly. It wasn't until she found herself standing outside of her front door that she realized her body had carried her home while her thoughts had been in the sky.

Her body felt heavier, though she knew that a part of her heart had died in Mark's apartment that night and she wasn't sure if it would ever be whole again.

Her body was on autopilot as she stepped into the shower but each drop of water hitting her back felt like a knife.

She knew Cassandra and the rest of the team were there to help him. No matter how she felt about Cassandra personally, she knew she was part of the team. They were there for back up but so many people were in the fray.

So many people gone.

The water had gone cold by the time she stepped out of the shower. Not that she could feel it anyway.

Braiding her hair, she settled down on the chair by her window. It overlooked the fire escape she would lounge on with a glass of wine on nice summer nights.

Tonight it was empty, utilitarian. Only reminding her of how many Billy had fallen through as he tried to get away.

She leaned her head against the window, feeling the glass pushing back against her skull. Easing the dull ache that throbbed within as she closed her eyes. 

~~~

That's where she had been when she heard the first thump.

Sleep had been within her grasp when she heard the second thump. 

Groggily reaching into her sweatpants pocket, she pulled her phone out and saw it was 3:14 am. 

There were no texts or calls from Mark.

She sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose, wondering if it was her neighbors making that noise. 

The third thump rattled her window causing her to jolt out of her chair.

Slowly, she reached her hand forward, nudging the blinds back, letting her eyes adjust to the nighttime as the lights from street lamps below worked to permeate the darkness that covered the world. That's when she saw the dark lump of something on her fire escape.

Squinting her eyes, her first thought was, why would someone throw their garbage bag onto my fire escape?

Flicking on the lamp she had by the window, it cast an uneven glow over the lump revealing dark clothes and athletics shoes spattered with blood.

The figure raised its head and time slowed down in those moments. The wan light drifting up from below barely illuminated the eyes staring back at her but she'd know the color anywhere. Those blue eyes, the color of her sky, was the only way she knew it was Billy.

The rest of him resembled a man who had scrabbled his way back from hell. His face was covered in scraps and tears. His visage and hands covered with dried blood. There was a wound on his neck that was slowly leaking blood but had started to congeal into a nasty mess.

His hair was matted to his head. His right eye was ringed in the blues and blacks of the beginnings of a nasty black eye. Sweat shined on his face as he blearily took in her face. He did his best to fight the smile breaking over his lips but he was so grateful to see her he barely noticed when his lips cracked even more.  

As she opened the window she heard someone panting "thank god thank god thank god" and it took her a minute to realize that the prayer was falling from her lips. She bundled Billy into her apartment, setting him down on the chair by the window, still warm from her body. 

She locked the window, drawing her curtains closed and rushed over to the front door, double checking it had been locked as well. For extra security she pushed one of her kitchen chairs underneath the door knob. 

Hearing a snort she turned, "You watch too many bad gangster movies as a kid?" 

Fighting against the lump in her throat, her voice came out thick as she tried to match his snark, "Yeah, well. You'll thank me later when the bad guys are stopped by my Ikea chair."

He heaved out a sigh that she supposed was as close as he could get to a laugh in his state. Sinking deeper into the chair, hissing as he finally allowed his body to relax. Nurse Brain kicked in as she took stock of his body, where he was holding tension, where he was avoiding putting pressure, assessing how old the cuts were. After a quick run down, she raced to her freezer.

Filling her arms with every bag of frozen veggies she had, she quickly wrapped them in paper towels, briskly walking back over to Billy's form. She watched the rise and fall of his chest, listened to the rattle of every intake, so grateful for each shuttery breath. 

The grateful feeling was quickly overcome by anger. This asshole. 

This was the second time he had shown up to throw himself at her mercy in a horrific state. She almost wished he were dead. She felt her knees shake, betraying how grateful she was that he was alive and in her apartment. 

Instead of telling him all that though, she slapped a bag of frozen peas on his eye.

Yelping, his body curled inward as his hand reached up to catch the bag, pressing the peas back into place, "What the fuck? These are bloody freezing. I barely make it out alive and you're trying to kill me with frost bite from," he pulled the bag back squinting at it, "frozen peas?"  

"Oh I'm so sorry that the frozen veggies I slapped on your busted face so you don't swell up like a fucking balloon aren't to your liking. My sincerest apologizes your majesty." She hissed out as she slapped another bag on his side as he let out a grunt.

He pressed a hand to the bag against his side as she mumbled, her fingers dancing over his form as she poked and prodded, trying to feel what the damage was, what she could do for him here and if he needed to get to a hospital. 

"Couldn't make this experience a little more pleasant could ya?" He didn't mean to be a dick but in his defense, he had had a hell of a day. The job didn't go at all like they planned, he'd lost friends, Cassandra turned out to be a backstabbing thief, he didn't get the necklace, he'd fallen from the top of a building and then, to really just make the day fucking wild, when he'd come too, some weirdo had offered him the strangest proposition he'd ever heard after pretending he was going to kill Billy.

So, yeah. He was a little grumpy. 

"You're lucky I even let your sorry ass into my apartment. How do you even know where I live anyway?"

"I've been having you followed by my top men."

"You asked Mark didn't you."

"Fuck."

Her lips quirked up for a second as she finished rotating his foot around checking for any swelling or broken bones. Standing up she declared, "You don't have anything seriously wrong or broken on you which is a fucking miracle. Just some bad scraps that I can take care of here." She made her way to the hall closet where she kept a first aid kit and other medical accessories. Ever since Mark sliced his hand open one Thanksgiving which had been dubbed the "Bloodiest Thanksgiving Since The Pilgrims Landed" she figured she'd better be stocked. 

Billy sank lower into the chair. Leaning his head back he let out a sigh, hearing (Y/N) mumbling to herself, rattling around, he could almost pretend that he had come over under normal circumstances.

Hearing the soft thud of her footfalls, he cracked an eye open as she pulled a stool closer to his face. Looking up at him through her eyelashes, she started pouring something on a cotton ball, "If you thought the frozen peas were bad you're really gonna hate this." 

"What could be worse than-" his sentence was cut off by a strangled cry as she pressed the cotton ball onto the scrap by his eye. Slamming his fists on the arms of the chair, he felt his body seize up as he fought to keep control, "Fucking hell (Y/N). Seriously, they should revoke your nurses license."

"You keep disrespecting me like that and I'm just going to dump this whole bottle on you." She snapped at him. Billy pried his eyes open as he took deep breaths. He turned his head to face her, opening his mouth to fire off another comment when he glanced down at her hands and stopped. 

She was getting more of the disinfectant on the floor and her legs than she was getting on the cotton ball held in her hand. Her voice managed to be strong and sure but her hands told a different story. One of anxiety, one of worry, one of relief.

"Were you worried about me baby?" His voice was so soft that for a second she wondered if someone else had entered her apartment. Locking eyes with him, she thought about how just hours before, she had been certain she would never see his face again.

Never joke with him again, talk to him, share a quiet moment with him, never learn everything about him, never sit with him at their own kitchen table one day.

She wanted that. She wanted hours and days and months and years of kitchen table talks with Billy. Feeling the relief at having him back with her, she didn't even think about her next actions. 

She leaned forward and kissed him...only to pull back immediately, "Oh my god I'm such an idiot. Your lip is so busted, I'm so sorry I shouldn't have done that, that was so dumb and what if I had hurt you even more? That would have been terrible-" 

Billy's hand reached up, cupping the back of her head and pulling her into him. Her lips were soft and he bet a hundred bucks that she used chapstick every day. He knew his lips were chapped, cracked and probably coated in dried blood but he didn't care. Feeling her pressed against him helped take away the fear he had been trying to tamp down ever since the maniac in the garage had pretended to kill him. 

Finally pulling back he let out a shaky laugh, "Were you really that worried I wouldn't come back to you, love?" 

"No, I was worried that you wouldn't help me pay off my loans. Fuck your safety, I needed money." She was trying to get them back to their usual banter but the big gulps of air she was taking betrayed how she was really feeling. 

"You were worried about me. You wanted me to be safe and come back to you in one piece. Don't deny it." The smugness of his voice made her smile as she pressed a kiss to his cheek and whispered in his ear, "You ever tell anyone I said this and I'll deny it but, yes."

She pulled away, placing the cotton balls and bottle on the floor, giving herself some time to collect herself as Billy reached his hands toward her, grabbing her own and rubbing his thumbs over the backs of her hands, sending sparks up her arms right into her heart. 

Her heart ached for both of them. They both had lost so much today but they were lucky enough to be able to come back to each other. Billy heaved a sigh and looked up at her, "You were right." 

"I usually am but what specifically was I right about in this instance?" 

"You're a giant pain in my ass. About Cassandra. She wasn't trustworthy. Left me hanging off the edge of a building, stole the necklace and left the rest of the team behind," he brushed a piece of her hair out of the way, letting his fingers linger on her cheek, "should have listened to you." 

Blushing, she leaned her cheek into Billy's palm, "Hmm, I could get used to hearing you tell me that." Billy chuckled as she straightened up and fixed him with a glare, "You just have to keep promising me you're going to come back to me in one piece." 

Billy's eyes darkened, shifting in the chair as he remembered the deal the man in the room had proposed to him. Being able to go completely off the grid. Everything wiped clean. He would be a ghost. 

But being in (Y/N)'s apartment, holding her hands in his, having her smile, kiss and hold him...he wondered if he had made the right decision. 

"I'll do my best, darling." He muttered, purposefully not saying promise because he knew, some day soon, he would break that promise and he didn't know if he'd be able to live with himself knowing he had broken her trust. 

Placing a soft kiss on his lips, she stroked the side of his face with her thumb. Sniffing she shook her head slightly, "Alright. Quit distracting me, I need to finish patching you up." 

He chuckled, "Would it kill you to be nice to me? I mean, we just had an incredibly tender moment and I did have a pretty rough day..." his voice trailed off as he widened his eyes in an attempt to gain sympathy. She scoffed as she grabbed the cotton balls and disinfectant again.

"I suppose falling from the top of a building would kind of ruin your day. Now hold still. And don't be a baby." She dabbed the soaked cotton ball on the scrap on his neck, intertwining her fingers with his as he hissed out a breath. Squeezing his fingers, she murmured apologizes and encouragement, "I'm sorry my love, it's okay. Breathe. You're doing great."  

After slapping some band-aids on the worst of the cuts ("What, no Spiderman Band-Aids?") she helped him to the shower, leaving him to wash off the day as she went to her room to find some sweats for him. Luckily, she had nicked plenty of Mark's sweatpants over the years so she laid those and a shirt out for Billy to find when he came into the room from his shower. 

Hearing the door open, she looked up only to be met by a shirtless Billy, hair slicked back, chest damp, towel riding low on his hips. She didn't mean for the sharp intake of breath to be so audible but it was worth it when it earned her a smirk from Billy as he crossed over to her. 

"Even beat up all to hell, still not a terrible sight, huh?" 

Swallowing thickly she just nodded her head in agreement. Not trusting herself to speak she quickly turned and grabbed the clothes she laid out, shoved them into his arms and left, the sound of Billy chuckling following her out into the living room. 

Settling onto her couch she fiddled with the end of her braid, contemplating why she had seen anguish flash through Billy's eyes when she made him promise to come back to her in one piece. She had definitely noticed the lack of the word "promise" when Billy answered her request. 

The timeline of what happened since he fell didn't make much sense either. If Billy had fallen from the building, then where had he been for so long? There was no way somebody would have ignored a body laying unconscious in the street, especially with cops swarming the building. 

"Baby? Hey. I can sleep on the couch. I don't mind."

Jolting out of her thoughts, she blinked as she came back to the present moment, Billy standing over her, "No! You shouldn't be sleeping on a couch. You can sleep in my bed."

"I've been waiting for an invitation to your bed for a long time baby." She flushed as she pushed herself off the couch. Grabbing Billy's hand, they walked back to her bedroom. Settling themselves under the covers she was gripped by a sudden wave of anxiety, should she try to cuddle with him? Would he want space now? Did she want to give him space? He was the one sharing her bed.

The anxiety melted away when she heard a voice in her ear, "Come here, love. I won't bite. Unless you're into that." She giggled she turned her body to face his, nuzzling her face into his chest, breathing in the smell of him as he wrapped his arms around her, pressing a kiss onto the top of her head.

Stroking her back, they drifted off to sleep. Their breathe synching up as they finally felt safe from the world as they created their own little one in each others arms. 

~

The light streaming into her apartment caused her to stir. Stretching her body out she almost forgot that she had shared a bed with Billy last night. When she remembered, she was gripped with panic when she realized he was no longer there. Leaping from the bed, she raced into her living room, making sure that the door hadn't been busted down and Billy had been taken while she'd been sleeping. She knew it was illogical or she'd have to be the most sound sleeper on the planet but she still exhaled a breath when she saw her door was still locked and the chair underneath it still in place. 

"Gotta say, I did sleep better knowing that we were protected by your highly sophisticated security system." She turned at the sound of his deep voice, he was standing at her stove, cooking eggs as he smiled at her, "Did you really think I'd leave you like I did the first time we met?"

Shaking her head she went to him, wrapping her arms around his waist, exhaling as he wrapped one arm around her shoulders, using his other arm to keep stirring the eggs. "Don't scare me like that. I thought you got taken and I'm not Liam Neeson. I have no skills to use to find you." His chest rumbled with laughter, "Well, Liam Neeson isn't as pretty as you but you're crafty. I'd trust you to find me."

Placing a kiss onto his chest, she giggled, "Do you want coffee?" he nodded, "Also, how are you feeling today?"

"Sore. Like I fell from the top of a building and landed on concrete." 

"Huh. Interesting. Did you do anything out of the ordinary yesterday?" Faux innocence lacing her voice as she measured out coffee grounds.

"Yeah. I fell from the top of a building and landed on concrete." Was Billy's deadpan response which had her cracking up which made Billy laugh at how hard she was laughing. 

They finally pulled themselves together and stared at each other, him smiling, her hiccuping as she wiped at her eyes, "We're some pretty sick fucks for laughing at something like that, huh?"

He shrugged, "Probably. But it feels good to laugh. Especially with you." 

~~

After breakfast had been cleared away, Billy had stretched out on the couch, more bags of frozen peas on his various injuries. She came out of the kitchen, taking a moment to enjoy the peace before she broached the inevitable, "So, we should probably see Mark and Jean at some point. They're going to want to know you're okay." 

Billy grunted in agreement, tipping his head back to look at her, "Yeah. That's not a bad idea. They're going to be pissed I came to you first before them though." 

"I don't think so. I think they're just going to be relieved that you're alive. Plus, I am a nurse. It'd make sense to come to me and not those two chuckle fucks." She padded over to the couch, standing over him. "If you had gone to them first they would have just brought you to me anyway."

"That's true." He gazed up at her before grabbing her hands and tugging her down. Resisting, she giggled, "I don't want to fall on top of you and hurt you more, but I'll lie down next to you if you want."

He nodded eagerly, shifting his body over on the couch to make room for her, she curled up against him. Their legs intertwining as she splayed a hand over his chest, the rise and fall of his chest a balm to her anxiety and helping root her to him. 

Inhaling deeply, then instantly regretting it at how it caused his ribcage to feel like it might crack, Billy felt more content here than he ever had in his entire life. He wanted to capture this feeling, bottle it, find a way to make it permanent. Make it stick so he wouldn't have to do what he knew was coming. 

Sighing, (Y/N) snuggled closer, and his heart broke at how cruel he was being, how selfish. But he couldn't help it. He had asked for 24 hours and by god if he wouldn't make the most of them. 

"Hey." he murmured into her hair, she made a noise in the back of her throat that made his heart skip a beat. He brought two fingers to her chin, tilting her head back so she'd be forced to look at him. A slow grin traveled across her lips as he drank in her face, memorizing every part of it so he'd never forget. He had done it so many times in Mark's apartment in shitty lighting that in good lighting, it was like seeing your favorite painting in person instead of through a computer screen.  

Leaning down, he brought his lips to hers. Cupping his cheek with her hand, she kissed him back, relishing in how good it felt to be able to do this instead of just imagining it. Pulling back she smiled, resting her forehead against his. 

"What is it, baby?"

"It just...you have no idea how long I've wanted this. And to finally be able to do it...I don't know. It feels really good to have you here, with me. Like this." Widening her eyes she pulled back, "Not like, you being injured but like being with you in this, way." Her voice trailing off when she became bashful at how vulnerable she had just been. 

The wave of love, adoration and warmth he felt for her crested over him, causing his eyes to fall closed to keep the tears at bay. He didn't deserve this, he didn't deserve her. But, fuck, he would make the most of this time with her and make sure she knew how much he loved her. 

Tilting his head back down, he locked their lips together. She moved her lips against his, memorizing their curves, their slopes, how they fit together. Her hand cupped his cheek, being mindful of his black eye and the various scraps covering the planes of it. 

Feeling her hands caress his face with care, Billy became overcome. He was upset, guilt-ridden and worried he had made the wrong decision. Fighting to keep himself in the moment, he deepened the kiss, gripping her waist with an intensity that startled her. She jolted forward, causing Billy to groan when her heat made contact with the bulge that was growing larger by the second. 

"Damn baby, we've only been kissing for a minute, quit trying to get into my pants already." 

"You wish I was trying to get into your pants." her lips brushed against his with every other word and she could feel him smiling. He nipped at her bottom lip, causing her to gasp which allowed him ample time to connect their lips, exploring her mouth with his tongue. Their hands drifting up and down their sides, exploring as they got more comfortable with each others forms.

Dancing her fingers down his arms, she felt the muscles clenching and unclenching as his hand found her hip and squeezed causing her to moan involuntarily. Smirking, he ran his hand up and over the rise of her hip, trailing his fingers down into the dip of her waist. She snuggled closer to Billy, breathing in coffee, disinfectant and the unmistakable scent that was Billy. 

Draping his arm over her waist, he pulled her even closer to him. Feeling his hardening length in his sweatpants she tested the waters by circling her hips against him. Causing a moan to erupt from his mouth and throw his head back in ecstasy. 

"Baby, what's the professional nurses opinion of having sex when someone's injured? Asking for myself because if I don't have sex with you tonight I just may toss myself off another building."

Giggling, she ran her fingers through his hair, pushing it back from his forehead so she could look in his eyes, "In a nurses opinion? Probably not. But in (Y/N)'s personal opinion? Who gives a shit I've wanted to fuck you since the first day I saw you." 

Locking his eyes onto hers, her breath hitched in her throat at the intensity of his gaze. His normally sky blue eyes were the color before a storm and his hand was locked onto her hip with a strength that she couldn't wait to explore later. 

"Then get up here, baby, and fuck me how you've always wanted to." 

Swinging her leg over, she found herself straddling Billy, placing her hands on his chest, she felt the large planes of his chest expanding as he took a shaky breath in, his eyes glassy. Flicking her hair back she leaned forward to kiss him deeply, "What baby?"

Shaking his head he cleared his throat, "Nothing. Just, dammit baby. You look like a goddess." 

Blushing she bent down to nip at his throat, causing him to buck his hips up, causing his hard length to rub against her clothed cunt causing them both to dissolve into moans. Pushing herself up, she started rocking her hips teasingly along his cock. 

Whining in the back of his throat he begged, "Please, love, I don't care, just fuck me. Please." 

Shocked at the control she had over this man, she ripped the t shirt she had been wearing over her head, exposing her tits and black underwear she had been wearing. Billy keened and grasped her tits, causing her to push her chest forward, the feel of his calloused palms teasing her nipples caused her eyes to roll into the back of her head. 

Billy reached his hands down, shimmying his sweatpants and underwear down far enough so his cock sprang up between them, her mouth watering at how thick it was. Stroking her center through her panties with two fingers he cocked an eyebrow at her, "I can't exactly fuck you through these so they'll have to go. I don't care how sexy they are."

Laughing, she stood up on the couch, resting one hand on the wall as she shimmied the panties down her legs, kneeling back over Billy's exposed length when Billy stopped her, "Wait, hold on a second baby." He teased one finger, then another into her dripping core, pumping in and out slowly as she rocked her hips forward trying to get more of him into her. 

Billy slowly dragged them out, popping his fingers into his mouth and holding eye contact with (Y/N) as he sucked his fingers clean, relishing the sweet taste of her, "Okay, baby. I think you're wet enough." 

"Damn right I am." She murmured as she sank down onto his hard cock, taking his full length, resting her hands on Billy's strong chest pushing her tits together in the most delicious way Billy had ever seen. His hands found purchase on her hips as she started rocking back and forth, working his length. Feeling his cock stretching her walls in the most amazing way, she tilted her pelvis in that way she knew would have his cock nudging her g-spot, getting her closer to where she wanted to be, which was total ecstasy with Billy. 

Billy's eyes screwed closed as she found her rhythm and worked his cock, trying to reach her orgasm. His whole body felt like an exposed fuse, bursting with energy and if she touched him in the right way he would combust. 

"Billy, please, rub my clit..." she panted as she rocked her hips faster, Billy could feel her walls clenching as she went faster and he reached down, rubbing the sensitive nub with his calloused fingers, causing her eyes to roll into the back of her head as she chased her high, "Is that what you want baby? Yeah? You wanna come all over this cock?" Billy mumbled as she stared up at the angel fucking herself over on his cock. He almost came seeing how blissed out she was but then he rubbed a little harder on her clit and it pushed her right over the edge. She came with a strangled cry of "Billy!" and her walls clamped down as she fell forward into his chest.

"There's a girl, such a good girl. My best girl. My only girl. Oh my love, taking me so well..." Billy mumbled as he stroked her hair, "Now, let me take over." She nodded as Billy grasped her hips and started slamming his hips against hers, causing her to moan out, feeling her pussy tighten again as he brought a hand down to her ass, the sound of the sharp slap reverberating through her apartment.

Distantly, in the back of her mind, she wondered if this was good for him in his current injured state but being so close to a second orgasm left her with one thought but to cum around his cock again. 

Finding a rhythm, their hips met as she pressed her lips to his, catching his moans and hoping to mute her own as they fucked each other into oblivion. All too soon, she felt the familiar catch in her stomach as her second orgasm came around, "Billy..I..I'm so close."

"I know darling, me too. Can you wait? Can you cum with me? Please baby." She nodded as Billy fucked her harder, she rocked her hips faster and then suddenly, Billy let loose a string of expletives and she chanted billy billy billy oh god over and over again like a prayer as she felt him fill her pussy with his warm cum. 

After a few minutes, she pulled away from his sweaty chest, pushing her hair behind her ears as she grinned down at him. Grinning back up at her, he tickled her waist, "Normally I can last longer but that sex has been building up for several months."

Throwing her head back she let out a laugh, "Don't worry. I don't plan on stopping having sex with you anytime soon. We have all the time in the world to build up a tolerance to each other." 

A dark look washed over Billy's face as he contemplated how little time they had but instead of answering, he pulled her down into another kiss, "Let's just focus on today, love."

~~~

They spent the rest of the day entwined on the couch, mixing it up between lazy make out sessions, sex and her standing up to get the door when the delivery person rang the door to drop off food and beer. 

She had asked if Billy wanted her to text Mark and Jean but he just told her he would deal with it soon. So she didn't push it. She knew she was being selfish but she wanted to keep living in this world that consisted of her, Billy and the pizza they ordered alive for as long as she could.

Unfortunately, it ended all too soon as all good things are wont to do. Soon enough, Billy was pulling on his shoes, as it grew dark out, she had been getting comfortable when he knelt down next to the bed. "Listen, love. I need to drop off something to Mark and Jean. Don't wait up for me." He leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead as she lifted her head up to meet him halfway. 

"It's late babe, are you sure they'll still be up?" He fixed her with an incredulous look, "It's Mark and Jean. Of course they're still awake." She shrugged as she considered who they were talking about and conceded defeat. "Just come back to me in one piece okay? If you want," she hastily added as she realized he may want to go back to his own home "It's an open invitation. I'm sure you want to go home." 

He smiled at her with melancholy in his eyes as he pressed a kiss to one cheek, "With you?" then a second kiss to her other cheek "I'm always home" Biting her lip to contain the smile threatening to break her face in two, Billy decided he had never seen a more beautiful woman and wanted to alway think of her like this. 

~~~

She woke the next morning to 25 missed calls from Mark and 33 from Jean. Blearily, she called Mark. Once he picked up and started rambling, she hung up and stared straight up at the ceiling. 

It wasn't until Mark came to get her after not hearing from her for hours did she register how damp her cheeks had become. She was numb. Time didn't mean anything, nothing meant anything anymore. 

Billy was dead. 

He had broken his promise. 

~~~

Standing at the edge of a gaping hole in the world, she contemplated throwing herself into it along with the empty casket they'd be burying. She barely registered the low rumbles of a priest talking but not really hearing anything. Billy had gone to Mark and Jean, told them he needed to run a quick errand and gone back to the hotel they had just robbed from. He had been running along the roof, where it overlooked the rocky ledge of the ocean. He had jumped, thinking there was a platform there but there hadn't been. There was Billy, the air and the jagged rocks along the coast the only thing to greet him.  

The coast guard searched for hours but had found no body. Just the black rubber bracelet he always wore around his wrist. 

Twirling the bracelet between her fingers now, she decided that since the casket was empty, there was no point.

She had been numb since she got the news. Not moving from her couch unless Mark or Jean came to propel her into the shower, make her eat some food. but she really didn't see a point in doing anything anymore.

He had promised. 

And now he was gone. So what did it matter what she did? People left, they broke promises, and words and promises didn't mean anything to anyone she guessed. She may as well do anything she wanted.

Lifting her head she saw Mark, Jean and two women who had introduced themselves as Billy's mother and sister. Mark had introduced her as Billy's girlfriend and they murmured how much Billy talked about her but it was all too little too late. 

She didn't want to know anyone else other than Billy but that had been ripped from her. Standing at the edge of his grave she felt Mark and Jean grasping her shoulders, telling her they were going to give her some space. So it was just the three of them and as his sister looked at her, she smiled a thin smile, "You're just as pretty as he said you were." 

She fell to her knees. It was all too much, She couldn't support herself without Billy. What did it matter? All her skills, all her knowledge about keeping people safe when she couldn't even save the person that mattered most.

~~~

"Oof, there are three certified hotties just weeping over your grave dude. How doe that feel?"

Billy's stomach clenched as he saw (Y/N) fall to her knees at his grave, watching his mother and sister race around to help her. It wasn't until One clapped a hand on his shoulder did he register that he had involuntarily moved forward to help her. 

"Nuh-uh bro. Not anymore. Don't even think about doing a Christmas Carol Ghosts of Christmas Past bullshit. I spent way too much money for you to blow this whole operation."

Billy nodded mutely. Keeping an eye on the women around his grave he swallowed around the lump that had been stuck in his throat since he had left (Y/N)'s apartment.

What One had suggested to him had been too good to pass up. And when One had promised, in writing, that (Y/N) would always be kept safe and comfortable, it was a no brainer. And he knew, in his heart of hearts, that she deserved someone better, more stable than him. Not some Sky Walker who always had his head in the clouds. 

Who one day may not come back to her.

Taking a deep breath he turned his back on the trio that were surrounding his grave. Sending up a prayer, he hoped she would be safe and would get over him soon. Because he knew he would never get over her for the rest of his short, harrowing life. 

[parkjess]

Astro reaction to you telling them they’re gonna be fathers.

Requested by my best bestie: @kittychloe16

Myungjun:

“Honey...” you walk up to your husband when he enters the house you two share after a day at work. You were feeling unwell for the past few days so you decided to check if by any chance, you carry a human inside of you.

This morning was one of your most nerving day, you woke up because you had to throw up and then you took the test. Which at first was one light line so you thought for a moment that you only caught a cold, but it was way more than that. -“Hey, What is it?” You slip your hands around your hubby’s waist and he hugs you tight, concerned by the tone of your voice. “Baby...” you start to tear up and you sob into his shirt, -“it’s okay, just tell me what wrong.” He brushes your hair with his fingers and calms you down. “I’m-“ the tears slowly choke you, “Baby...” you whisper-sob again. -“Yes, I’m here honey, it’s okay.” “No, I have a baby... inside me. Myungjun, were going to have a baby.” Your words turn into an echo inside his head very quick after you finish your sentence. His eyes open widely in disbelief as he quickly place his hand on your stomach. -“Goodness! Are you for real?!” He exclaimed in pure excitement, honestly you never saw him this excited before. You nod your head and cry as he pulls you closer to his chest again. -“You’re having a mini Myungjun inside baby, why aren’t you excited?!” You cry from happiness, because you carry a mini Myungjun in your own body.

Jinwoo:

It’s been a month since you last saw, felt, kissed, hugged your husband. You had no choice because that’s his work and you’re really supportive and everything.

But you couldn’t hold it in anymore, you found out you’re pregnant few days ago but you can’t say a word to anyone, and the person who is ‘guilty’ in this case, is on a world tour right now. You were sitting in your room crying every now and then, missing Jinwoo but can’t talk to people, not even to your parents. You can’t let anyone know before your husband knows. Apparently your child was stronger than you even when he’s not born yet, so you forced yourself to facetime jinwoo.

“Hey babe.” He answers with the cute nickname he’s used to call you. -“I have something to tell you.” he didn’t even notice the tears that were falling down your cheeks because you looked down the whole time. Before he could say another thing or reply with ‘what’s wrong’, you just had to say these words out loud, and so you lifted your face to the phone. “I’m pregnant.” You said that, and in that moment, his whole world had changed. But it was so fun saying those two words that were bothering you for whatever feels like forever. “You’re WHAT?!” He said surprised. “BABE! Oh my god!”

-“I’m sorry you had to hear that over a FaceTime, I just couldn’t hide it anymore.” You apologize, for literally something that wasn’t your fault. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I’m so glad babe! I love you so much.” He says in excitement and kisses the screen of his phone, you do the same. Bc. “Babe please don’t cry, I love you, and I miss you like crazy but I’m gonna see you soon okay? Oh my god I still can’t believe that!”

Dongmin:

You and dongmin were a couple for 3 years already and he proposed to you after a year, actually, today is your first anniversary as a married couple. And the day you found out that in a year from now on, the love of your life and you are gonna hold a little human you both love more than each other.

-“NO WAY! F**k, baby!” You shout from the bathroom, tears are filling your eyes. He hurries to check up on what’s wrong, seeing you there, standing against the sink with a white stick in your hand and the other one covers your mouth. The pregnancy test was in your drawer since you got married just in case you feel unwell and have a feeling there’s a baby in you. -“DONGMI-“ he steals the white stick from your hand and takes a quick look to approve this is what he thinks it is. “I’m so happy!” He hugs you immediately, tightly, and it feels like he will never let you go from his grip.

After a few minutes of calling your parents to announce the exciting news, he lifts up your shirt a bit to expose your tummy, place some kisses on it, you laugh while seeing him like that. And he starts to talk to the lil human (look at the pic above and imagine).

Moonbin:

After keeping it a secret from your boyfriend/husband, you decide to take him to a restaurant date.

-“Baby,” you take his hands in yours and your heart starts to beat as fast as you never knew before. -“I have something for you.” You stare into each other’s eyes and you leave one of his hands to get something from the purse beside you. You place the little socks on the empty table, (this is already after a meal you shared, to loosen the stress). He looks at you in confusion, wondering if he’s thought are right. -“Congratulations daddy.” You simply whisper, but loud enough for him to hear. “YOU ARE- oh my GOD.” He screams from happiness. Taking the little socks in his hands and places them between both of yours and his, so that both of you hold it, intertwining fingers. “Congratulations MOMMY.” He says and softly kisses the back of your hands.

Minhyuk: warning: longest reaction🤦🏻‍♀️

You were waiting for him to come back home after work, it is 8pm and you made a fancy dinner to announce him the news you were waiting to tell for your whole life.

He finally entered home, you hid in your shared bedroom as if you were getting dressed as he got into shower. Meanwhile you decorated the dining table, he got out of the shower, meeting you, dressed fancy in high heels and a dress. -“Baby,” you walk up to him, meeting his gaze for the first time today, you missed him like crazy.

“Wow baby, you look beautiful. What is it all for?” He asks as you wrap your arms around his neck, pecking him in between words. You LOVE his smell, and his touch, and HIM in general. He smiles through the small kisses you place on his lips. -“I missed you so much.” You say, he places a soft kiss right under your jawline, and another one on your neck. “Me too.” He replies and you lead him to the dining table.

In the middle of dinner, while chit-chatting about how was your day, he places a hand on yours that is resting on the table. “What did you want to tell me?” Huh? How does he know? Oh right, that pregnancy stupidity, you forget everything that you wanna do or tell. Apparently you texted him earlier that you have something to tell him. You take a deep breath, close your eyes and turn your head to face the ceiling. -“Minhyuk, I am... you are going, ok relax. Don’t panic, please?” The words don’t come out easily as your hand starts to shake under his touch. “Baby~ just tell me, it’ll be fine.” Okay, here it goes. -“Baby, I am carrying your... ah- child. I’m pregnant, Minhyuk.” The tears weren’t asking for your permission and started to fall down your cheeks. (Now take a look at the pic above to see what his face looks like after you announce him.) He looks at you with eyes full of love, can’t believe what his ears just heard. “Baby- are you really?!” He was calm, he was soft, but his heart had a party inside. He was the most loving person to you carrying his child, and he was the happiest to be your man.

Sanha:

Oh come on, father who? He needs a babysitter.

You would probably tell him about taking the pregnancy test because both of you are young (I know minhyuk and moonbin are too tho lmao) and scared to death.

He was scared even more than you because he was the drama queen in your relationship. But what you didn’t know is that he really was hoping you are pregnant with his child.

You were screaming together while waiting for the line to show a dark pink shade, and when it did, he almost passed out. Jk. He kissed your forehead after the both of you calmed down from the first moment realizing. He slowly pushed you to the wall and kissed you slowly and gently.

“I’m so happy it happend.”