#so i was like fine. i’ll fix it later. let me change my bed

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Someone needs to put me down like a sick dog

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GOOD GIRL

Avenger Loki x gender neutral!reader In which Loki changes things up a little

~ SMUT!! [ fingering, praise, light breast play, light oral, references to vaginal s3x ]

~ TW!! [ character injury but mild ]

I meant it as a joke, you thought to yourself, half ruefully, half gleefully. But as the quivering, spread legs before you revealed a dripping, fluttering cunt, you could hardly call your thoughts regret. 

It all started with the mission. Twenty-four escaped convicts, an easy night out for the Avengers. Technically, it was below Avenger status (not exactly world-saving, after all), but Tony was trying to make a good impression on the U.S. government, so the superhuman heroes spent a lot of time running errands for the White House. You and Peter were on it, an easy fix. Honestly, either one of you could’ve done it alone. 

You went left, Spider-Man went right. There were supposed to be an even split, but the numbers changed too quickly to communicate. You soared over the frigid treetops, angel wings beating the air, when a harpoon speared through your feathers. You crashed to the ground, keening with pain. 

Six criminals got away. Peter handled the other eighteen, but the damage was done. They sent Vision after the last six and helicoptered the two of them back to Stark Towers. 

Loki, as one can imagine, was distraught. 

“What happened? Parker, who did this to her? She needs medical assistance—”

“What do you think I’m trying to do, Curlicues?” Tony Stark gestured to the corner with his chin. “Go over there and sit like a good girl.”

An unfamiliarly dangerous spark lit Loki’s features. You cocked your head curiously through the pain, but Tony blew him a kiss. Loki hissed through his teeth, but backed off, letting Tony scan your gaping wound.

“You know, I always wondered if these things were illusions,” Tony mused, tapping on his holographic screens. “They appear out of nowhere, it doesn’t make sense, unless—” 

“Pocket dimension,” you gritted, as Bruce Banner and Tony snapped their fingers in unison. 

“That does make sense,” Bruce said brightly.

A red syringe-shaped arm popped out of the side of the medical bed. It blasted freezing nanoparticles over the gash in your wing, then retracted. Enhanced healing patches were placed over the bruises and road rash along your arm and thighs, and Tony gave you a jar of skin-repair salve for later. A few adrenaline injections to the arm later, and you were feeling much better. 

“Can I see my boyfriend now? He might tear a hole through all nine realms if you don’t let him check on me,” you rolled your eyes, beckoning Loki over. 

He pushed past Tony, elbowing him out of the way. “Darling, are you okay?”

“You’re welcome,” Stark said. “No problem. I’ll just go over here and lick my ass, I guess.”

“Yes, do that,” Loki muttered. Tony winked at him, deadpan. 

“I’m much better,” you reassured him, flexing the wing and drawing his attention. “I heal quickly, remember? The worst was the pain, but it won’t linger.” 

“Good. Then let’s get to your bed. You need rest.” Loki scooped you up. The world wavered in a flash of green, blinding and strong, and suddenly they were back in their old, cozy room. A sweater lay, forgotten, on a chair. A few snack wrappers and… other kinds of wrappers lay scattered about the floor. 

“Oh it’s a mess,” you smacked your forehead. “Good thing they healed me in the med bay and not here.” 

“I’ll clean it up, don’t worry,” he assured you, his eyes sincere. “Just take it easy, dearest.” 

“What’s got you all worried, Lo?” you laughed, cupping his cheek. “I’m fine. I’ve been hurt worse before.” 

“Yes, but that was before we were together. Additionally, I fear I’m facing some… insecurity, as it were.” He glanced away, cheeks pinking. 

“Insecurity? About what?” 

“I- nothing. It’s no matter. We shall discuss later,” he brushed you off, standing. “Please, let me clean for you.” 

You grinned up at him. “If you say so. Thanks for cleaning for me, Loki. You’re such a good girl.” 

You put a growl on it, a low, sultry purr. The tone of voice you usually said good boy or beg for me in. You meant it as a joke, a demeaning one, a call back to Tony’s patronizing snub. 

Instead, you saw something liquify in Loki’s eyes. That same look he got when his cock was in your hands, or your teeth were sinking into his skin. 

And being yourself, you capitalized on it. 

“Do you like that?” you cooed, arching an eyebrow. “Do you want to be my pretty girl, Loki? My good little obedient princess?”

Oh, you had him cornered. His bottom lip trembled with thinly held control, his eyes darting back and forth, warring with himself. 

You reached up, pulling him back down, so that he kneeled before her. You locked his gaze with her own. 

“If you want to be my good girl,” you said gently, “You can.”

Loki shuddered, and slowly, his shoulders began to slough down and round off. His frame turned slighter, more slender, and his chest swelled. He was daintier, but still with the shoulder-length choppy hair and wild silver eyes. He was no he at all. She was Loki. A tall, wiry, masc Loki, with a dripping mess between her legs. 

Loki whimpered as you laughed aloud, running your hands through that silky black hair. “Oh, you pretty girl, so many tricks up your sleeve! Why don’t you strip for me, so we can see what pretty trick you have up your pants.”

You had never seen Loki undress so quickly. 

And so, here you were, Loki breathless and growling beneath you, your fingers sliding into Loki’s slippery, throbbing mess. You curled your fingers acutely, and Loki bucked up into your hand. 

“Naughty,” you cooed. “Bad girls don’t get to cum. Stay still.”

“Please, love,” Loki begged, her cheeks flushed red. “Please let me cum.” 

“Behave,” you scolded. “And maybe I’ll consider it.” 

Loki let out the prettiest keening sound you’d ever heard. You giggled, leaning forward, wrapping your lips around Loki’s pulsating clit. You sucked, hard, and she moaned again, her legs clamping around your head.

“Is this the insecurity you were dealing with, pet?” you asked, stroking the pad of your thumb over Loki’s sensitive, aching clit. “Were you lost?” 

She nodded, eyes screwed shut with pleasure and humiliation. “I wasn’t sure how you’d —fuck— react.” 

You smiled, running your hand flat up her belly, cupping a tender breast, and squeezing. “Pretty girl. I’d never want you to be anything less than yourself.” 

Her eyes opened, beautiful and silver as always. Loki smiled up at you, holding your hand over her breast. “Sweet love,” she murmured. 

“Besides,” you gave her a sharklike smile. “Now I get to fuck you. Spread your legs.” 

With a whimper, she complied. 

[vantejinnieee]

black dress | jjk

pairing: jungkook x female reader

genre: fluff, smut, committed relationship

rating: 18+

warnings: fingering, oral, penetration, public sex, unprotected sex, non idol au, playful bickering

word count: 2.3k+

summary: in which you and your boyfriend decide to go shopping. and thing take a spicy turn.

A/N: idk if i like this one but i tried 

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“I really need a dress for the party tonight.” “Don’t you have like thousands of dresses already?” “I do have dresses jungkook, but i don’t have a black party dress. the dress code is black remember? and also i have lesser dresses than the number of black shirts you won.” 

jungkook and you have been playfully bickering with each other for the past few minutes. you wanted to go shopping but jungkook was too lazy to leave the house.

jungkook looked offended and said, “excuse me but black shirts are a necessity. see how it’s come in handy for tonight’s party?” 

“doesn’t mean you need hundreds of the same shirt.”

“ok fine i’ll come shopping with you if that means you stop talking shit about my black shirts.”

you giggled and hopped towards jungkook who was sitting on the bed and hugged him. “i love you, you know that?”

jungkook sighed. “you just want to be a passenger princess don’t you?”

“oops.” you giggled.

jungkook smiled at your cuteness and pulled you closer to him. he softly kissed you on your lips, his hands making his way under your shirt.

you pull back. “woah woah mister. now’s not the time to get nasty. we need to  leave now.”

you get up from the bed and skipped towards the closet to change. jungkook adoringly looked at you skipping from happiness. “i’m a lucky guy”, he thought to himself.

almost 35 minutes later, you arrived at the mall. since it was the weekend the mall was pretty much packed.

“this is gonna take a while isn’t it?” jungkook said while looking at you.

“it will go by quickly if you help me pick a dress. you have good taste.”

jungkook took your hand and intertwined your fingers with his. “i don’t have good taste you just look too good in everything. an angel you are.”

you blushed at his unexpected compliment and looked away.

“got shy all of a sudden?” jungkook giggled and pulled at your hand. “come on let’s go. we’ve gotta get you a black dress.”

around 20 minutes had gone by and you still hadn’t found the perfect dress for you.

“honey i really liked the second dress on you. it was very flattering.” jungkook tried to cheer you up as your search wasn’t going all too well.

“it made me look like i’m a divorced woman living all alone in the suburbs”, you pouted.

“forever 21′s right there. maybe you’ll find something there.”

“i better hope so.”

as you were browsing through the dresses, you found a dress just to your liking. it was a midi bodycon black dress, with a slit on the right side and a small cutout below the chest.

you signalled jungkook, who was browsing through shoes in another section, to come to you.

“found one bae?”

“i think so. come and sit outside the fitting room. tell me how it looks.”

“roger”

thankfully, the fitting room aisle was completely empty. you entered the farthest fitting room and hoped that this was the dress.

as you tried it on, you automatically knew that was the one. it hugged you just at the right curves, accentuating your perfect body figure. it had an open back and just the right amount of cleavage. you felt sexy in it.

you popped your head out of the room to call for jungkook. he glanced at you and smiled, making his way towards you.

you opened the door wide for him to check out the dress, and you.

his eyes grew wid. “wow. honey you look phenomenal. so sexy.” his eyes kept lingering over your body and you felt your cheeks becoming warmer under his gaze.

you did a twirl for him to show off the back.

“WOW.”

his mouth was wide open all the while as he checked you out. 

“wait there’s something wrong with the dress.” he suddenly pointed out to the back.

“what? is it torn?”

“no, wait let me fix it for you.” he glanced if anyone else was nearby and entered into the fitting room with you.

the fitting rooms had floor to ceiling doors so no one on the outside would be able to tell he was in there with you.

“so what’s wr-”

you couldn’t even finish your sentence before jungkook started kissing you, passionately. one of his hands was desperately roaming all over your body, while the other held your neck for stability.

you pulled away. “jungkook what are you doing?” you whispered to him.

“you look way too irresistible baby. let me have you. i don’t think i can wait.”

“bunny we’re in a public place right now. someone might hear us. we could be reported.”

“so just keep it down if you don’t want to be caught. can i continue?”

you gulped. you’ve been jungkook for almost two years now and you had never seen him as he was desperate now. he was becoming impatient by every passing second. and you enjoyed it, making you more daring.

you lightly pulled him closer to you by his shirt and slid your other hand over his bulge.

taking the signal, jungkook picked you up and started kissing you, with your back pressed against the cold mirror.

his hands were gripping your ass as he held you in position. you put your hands around his neck, while playing with his hair, which drove him crazy.

he started planting kisses on your neck, making you moan lightly.

he pulled away from you. “shit i can’t do this anymore.”

he put you down and undressed you till you were completely naked.

“gorgeous. so hot, as always.” he said while glancing you from head to toe.

you smiled and pulled him by his pants and unbuckled his pants, and then removed his shirt, while he desperately kissed you and his hands wandered all over your body, desperate to be inside you, to have a taste of you.

after he was completely naked too, he began kissing your breasts, sucking and nibbling on your nipples. his hands met your womanhood, making you flinch from the sudden contact.

“you’re so wet baby.”

“what did you expect? you drive me crazy jungkook.”

he started slowly rubbing your clit in circles. he kneeled down and put your left leg on his shoulder.

he now had a clear view of your glorious mess down there, which was his favourite sight in the world.

his mouth met your pussy. he slid his tongue inside you and started thrusting his tongue in you slowly. his one hand held you by your hips as the other slowly rubbed your pulsating clitoris.

but he was going too slow, just to tease you and make you crave for more. and he succeeded.

“jungkook please, go faster. i need you.” you practically begged him as you were painfully turned on by then.

satisfied by your reaction, jungkook started thrusting two fingers inside you, while his tongue now sucked and massaged your clitoris, giving you just the right amount of stimulation to make you go over your edge.

you held onto jungkook with one of your hands while you covered your mouth with the other hand. you didn’t want your moans to be heard.

you rolled your eyes back as you were being driven closer to the edge by the second.

“fuck jungkook please don’t stop. just like that baby. i’m gonna come”

jungkook went faster, while he kept his eyes on you as you were nearing your orgasm.

soon enough, your legs were shaking from the orgasm, your thighs pressing jungkook’s face between you and your juices spilling all over his face. even though you tried your best to not let out a noise, you couldn’t hold it in anymore and let out a moan as you orgasmed.

jungkook pulled your thighs apart and licked all your juices and pushed his tongue in you, getting more of your juice and swallowing it, savouring your taste which he loved so much, all the while he maintained eye contact with you.

you felt shy as you watched him practically drink your juice, but it only turned you on more. 

“that’s my favourite taste ever in the world, you know that?” jungkook said as he got up from his knees pulled you closer to him.

you shyly smiled and put your arms around him, hiding your face in his chest.

“look at me baby.” he said while lifting your chin up toward him.

he kissed you, making you taste the little bit of your juice which was still on his lips. that was hot.

he slowly pushed you back while making out, till your back hit the mirror. 

he took his penis in his hand and lightly brushed his tip against your clit. he loved teasing you.

“don’t do this jungkook. i want you in me.” you pleaded him with a pout.

he let out a giggle. “you’re so fucking hot but adorable at the same time. how’s that so?”

“i guess i just hav-”

you didn’t even get to finish your sentence when jungkook pushed himself inside you slowly.

you moaned loudly, taken aback. jungkook quickly put his hand over your mouth.

he put one of your legs over his shoulder, giving him easy access to your g-spot. by now he knew just the spots to hit to drive you over the edge.

his hands leaned against the mirror for support as he started thrusting inside you even faster. you pursed your lips together so as to not let out a moan. you intertwined your fingers around his neck and pulled him closer, pushing him deeper into you.

you let out a light moan as you put head on his neck and bit him lightly. he hissed from the pain but only went faster.

just then, someone knocked on the door, making jungkook stop.

“hi is someone in there?” a woman asked.

both of you looked at each other and tried not to make any noise. 

“hi yeah, it’s occupied right now. i brought quite a lot of clothes to try out. sorry it’ll take a few more minutes.”

jungkook, being the mischief he is, started thrusting, moving in and out of you slowly.

your eyes widened and you mouthed “what the fuck” to him.

“oh okay. i was just checking. saw you going in earlier but didn’t see you coming out. if you need any assistance do let me know ma’am.” the employee replied.

“yes thank you, but i don’t think that’ll be needed.”

you tried your best to maintain your breath and jungkook started picking up his pace.

“alright ma’am, i’ll be nearby if you do.”

as you heard her footsteps fade away, jungkook started going as fast as he could, taking you by surprise once again and letting out a loud moan. 

jungkook sushed you by kissing you. he continued kissing you but that didn’t stop you from moaning on his mouth. 

he removed one of his hands from the mirror and started massaging your clit in a fast motion.

you arched your back, nearing your orgasm. 

“are you coming?” jungkook whispered in your ears as he tried not to moan as well.

“y-yes. so cl-clo-close. fuck.”

“you feel so good baby fuck i’m going to cum soon.”

you scratched his back as you felt a knot forming in your stomach.

“now?” 

“i’m coming jungkook. oh fuck. shit.”

jungkook quickly kissed you to silence you as your nails dug deeper into his flesh and your legs shook tremendously from your second orgasm.

as you were finished with your orgasm, jungkook pulled away and slid two of his finger into you and licked the juice off his fingers.

“so good.”

you lowered yourself and took jungkook’s penis in you, as he still had to cum. you started sucking on his cock, making him moan lightly.

he held your head and gently pushed his penis deeper into your mouth, making your eyes tear.

“i’m gonna come fuck.”

he pulled out his cock from your mouth. “i want to swallow.” you told him.

he stroked his penis with his hands and quickly inserted his penis in your mouth again and came in your mouth. 

you swallowed as much as you could and licked the rest off.

jungkook got you up from the floor and kissed you.

“that was one hell of an experience.”

“it really was.” you smiled. “now get dressed soon or else we might actually get caught.”

you both quickly got dressed and checked if there was any mess you needed to clean up. luckily, there wasn’t much.

you grabbed your things and was about to unlock the door when jungkook tugged at your arm.

“what honey?”

“nothing. just, i love you.” he kissed your forehead.

you smiled and kissed him on his cheeks. “i love you too. i love life with you.”

“and i wouldn’t have it any other way either.”

you unlocked the door and took a peek outside, making sure no one was outside.

seeing as the coast was clear, you signalled jungkook to come out too.

“did you find something you liked ma’am?” the employee, who had interrupted you sex, asked.  

“oh yes. i’d like to get the dress please.”

“it’s a magic dress.” jungkook jokingly told the employee.

you nudged jungkook and smiled at the employee. “it’s an inside joke.”

she let out a polite laugh, “i could tell. i won’t tell on you, don’t worry.”

dumbfounded, you asked, “i’m sorry?”

she just kindly smiled. “the counter’s over here ma’am. please follow me.”

you looked over at jungkook, who was equally as dumbfounded as you.

“oh yeah. she definitely heard us. she definitely knows we just had sex.” jungkook says. “at least she knows you’re with a man who pleasures you so much.”

“shut it.” you hit his arm. “let’s get out of here quickly.”

jungkook laughed and followed you. “oh just so you know, we’re definitely going for a round two tonight. i might just tear that dress off of you.”

“jungkook quiet”

“yes ma’am”

“you’re so annoying”

“only for you”

[its-time-to-write]

hello! only if you’re comfortable with writing it of course, could i request a fic where the reader has a really bad day at work and jamie comes over with snacks to watch movies and stuff while giving the reader reassurance?🫶

no pressure ofc!!

-xx<3

Plot? We don’t know her. Thanks for requesting! This helped me put of my slump a little

send for me

“Argh!” You slam the door to your flat in frustration and throw your bag on the floor so hard it bounces. It’s been an absolute shit day. Everything that could possibly have gone wrong, went wrong, and somehow it became your responsibility to fix it. It was like one of those dreams where you can never get where you’re going no matter how fast you run. You always seem to end up going backwards.

But now you’re home and you’re free to scream to the void in peace. You trudge to your room and flop facedown on your bed, shoes and clothes still on, resolving not to move until the sun comes up.

You’re there for maybe ten seconds when your stomach grumbles. Shit.

You groan and roll over. You should probably eat something. Hopefully there are good leftovers in the fridge because you are absolutely not cooking. You remember that you just cleaned everything out yesterday and you’re pretty sure that nothing could make this day worse. 

You pull out your phone to order takeout and see you have a missed text from one Jamie Tartt. 

Double shit.

With the way today’s going, it’s probably a breakup text.

(It’s not, you’re just dramatic.)

What it actually says is, Hey love, how was ur day? ;)

You smile ever so slightly, despite yourself.

You reply with a singular: shitty to which Jamie says, be over in 20.

—

You hear the key turn in your door almost exactly twenty minutes later, and you have not moved from the bed. 

That’s actually not true, you moved once to roll back over onto your stomach.

You can hear Jamie moving around in the kitchen before coming into the bedroom.

You hear his footsteps stop at the foot of your bed. 

“Babe,” he says.

You grunt in response.

“Have you been here the whole fucking time?”

“Jamie Tartt,” you say, face still pressed into your pillow, “you better wipe that goddamn smile off your face before I flip over.”

“How’d you even know I was smiling?” he says defensively, and you don’t need to look at him to know that he still is. You roll over to face him.

Jamie makes what he calls his “empathy face.”

“Aw, babe,” he says. “You didn’t even change out of your work clothes?”

You shake your head, making no effort to get up.

Jamie shakes his head back at you and then, without warning, flops on top of you.

“Jamie!” you shriek, “get off!”

You try to shove him off you, but you swear he wills himself to be heavier.

“Nope,” he says, voice muffled due to the fact that his head is in the crook of your neck.

You wiggle a few times, then give up, succumbing to giggles. Jamie pushes himself up a little bit and grins.

“There it is!” he says. “Fucking best part of me day.” He’s getting up just as fast as he laid down. “Let’s get you into some pajamas, yeah?”

You sit up and let Jamie take off your work clothes and maneuver you into an old t-shirt and sweatpants. He’s been over enough times that he knows where everything is. He can’t resist making a comment about your semi-naked body, one that makes you blush and smack him, while he sticks his tongue out at you. The only way to get rid of that cocky look is to kiss it off his face, so you do. You’re kissing him and he’s sliding his hands up your shirt so you move to take it off but he grabs your hands and says, “Oi!”

You still. “What?”

“Took me forever to get you out of bed, I’ll get you back in it but I brought food. It’s in the kitchen and it’s gettin’ cold.”

You squint at him. “Fine. But after that you’re going to fuck me so good that I’m going to completely forget this fucking awful day.”

Jamie gives you a small salute and says, “Yes boss,” before hauling you over his shoulder and into the kitchen.

—

You’re halfway through the pizza he brought when you say, “Should you be eating this?”

He shrugs. “Dunno. What Roy don’t know won’t kill him.”

You laugh and lapse back into silence.

You both have a few more bites when Jamie asks, “D’you want to talk about it?”

You glare at the slice you’re holding. “No. Yes. I don’t know.”

Jamie waits expectantly.

“It just fucking sucked,” you say frankly. “Everything went wrong. I had to deal with it. I didn’t get anything done that I needed to, and I’m pretty sure that I’m going to get in trouble for it tomorrow. And I hate that shit. None of it was my fault but fucking Matt from HR is going to tell everyone that it was because he fucking hates me.”

Jamie nods. “Fuck Matt from HR,” he says. 

You shrug. “I just want to, I don’t know, reset my fucking heart rate to a normal pace. It’s all batshit crazy because I’m so stressed. And tired. And I’ve sworn more today than I have in my entire fucking life.”

Jamie laughs at that. “Gonna give Roy a run for his money, ey?” he asks.

“I’ve been thinking about letting my eyebrows go,” you say seriously. “Go for the full look.”

“One’s enough, babe.” Jamie shudders. “Hey, when you’re done, we’re gonna watch a movie.”

You open your mouth to protest but he shushes you. “Don’t want to hear it, this is your one opportunity to make me watch a movie of your choice, no complaints.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Fine, some complaints.”

—

You picked Jamie’s season of Lust Conquers All. Hey, he said minimal complaining. Plus, he adds a nice narrative. He has a lot of things to say about it.

The credits are rolling on episode three, and you and Jamie are sitting on your couch. Well, he’s sitting. You’re laying down with your legs across his lap. He wraps an arm around you waist and pulls you onto his lap for a kiss.

“Babe,” he says between kisses, “did you mean what you said earlier? We can just go to sleep if you want.”

You smile. “Take me to bed Tartt.”

Jamie smiles back then stops. “Wait. Did you mean, like, to sleep or..?”

You roll your eyes. “For sex, Jamie.”

Jamie grins again. “Right, yeah, that’s what I thought, just wanted to be sure.”

You stand up and he follows, letting you pull him to the bedroom.

He says, “Lead the way, boss,” and you tell him you’re pretty sure you can work with that. 

It’s a better ending to the day than you thought it was going to be.

[mvltisstuff]

hello!! i absolutely love, love love, your buck fics, cowboy like me was so good. i was wondering if i can request a fic? buck and reader are best friends too stubborn to realize their feelings and have to share a bed for some reason, buck for some reason knows this trope and prepares themself like “i can do this, they’re my best friend it won’t be weird” so morning comes and he wakes up but they’re not cuddling and he gets gets disappointed and that’s how he realizes his feelings and maybe a confession. thank you if you do this but no worry if you don’t get to it. take care ❤️

sweet nothing - e.b

summary: basically for the request above :)

evan buckley x reader

a/n: i was so so happy to see that someone requested something and i hope you enjoy it! 🩶🩶 i’ve never done a one bed trope before so hang in there. i’ll be editing this a little later as i am going out but i wanted to get this up for you!

edit: omg i lowkey read this wrong i’m so sorry i can def write it again if you’re not a fan of it

y/n and buck have known each other for years, working together at the station. they meshed so well together and they realized that their connection might be stronger than a normal one between co-workers.

they started hanging out more and more, going to bars and getting dinner. they’d go to parties together and they talked all the time. having to deal with the repercussions of being a first responder, they found comfort in each other. after a death or near a death, they’d go back to someone’s place, hoping to bring normality back to the day. the bad days and the good days, they were always there.

it’s hard for buck not to get attached to someone so easily after dealing with people leaving. he never received affection from his mother or father, and his sister leaving so soon changed his view on things. his ego might be big, but it’s not big enough to prevent him from clinging to someone who shows him an ounce of love.

they were scarily similar, and they knew it. that’s why they were friends. they could talk to each other and actually understand each other after not having anyone for years.

they both know they’re more than friends, and everyone at the firehouse teases them anyway. buck normally has no problem with admission, taking girls home and letting them forget him the next day. he cannot admit his feelings for y/n after all these years. whether it be encouragement from eddie or bobby, the fear of ruining the best relationship he’s ever had outweighs that.

after a crazy day off, driving around the city and doing anything they can imagine, they realize how late it is and start to drive home. bucks mood of the night goes from pure happiness to dread. he doesn’t want it to be over, because any time that is spent with her is more time that he feels like nothing could stop him.

“buck, where are we?” y/n asks in the passenger seat of his jeep.

“oh, we’re um… at the place i went a few weeks ago. i just-“

“don’t know how to get back?” she finished his sentence and he gives her a look.

“yes, i do actually! we just have to go down that freeway.” he tries fixing the situation, not wanting to leave her stranded in the middle of nowhere. “ok, i have no clue where we are, but it’s fine! we have google maps.” buck pulls out his phone and sits on the app for minutes, praying that the little loading sign goes away. some small part of him wants to turn on airplane mode and hope she doesn’t notice, so they can stay together for a little while longer. she looks over to the phone and sighs.

“just pull up to that gas station over there. i have to pee.” she says, and he starts driving over to the dark gas station with the 24-hour sign. after she runs in, she runs back out with a ton of snacks and drinks.

“i thought you were just using their bathroom?”

“what? it’s just a few snacks, what’s wrong with that?” she laughs and throws them back into the car as he’s waiting outside too, filling his tank.

“did you buy a map in there too?”

“very funny, buck. like you can read a damn map.”

“i could if we were stranded somewhere! and oh, take a look around.” he acknowledges the fact that they don’t know where they are, but can still make fun of each other and laugh.

“listen, let’s just drive around for a bit and see what we find.” y/n recommends. buck grumbles and gets back into his car, turning on the engine.

it mutters and doesn’t turn on, he tries again and realizes it’s not going anywhere. he keeps playing around with it before y/n interrupts him. “i think it’s broken, buck.”

“it’s a jeep, it’s fine!” he says, trying to defend his precious car.

“ok, well. i’m gonna go inside and ask where any hotels are.” y/n says, and buck runs his hand down his face.

“get a bag of doritos while you’re at it.”

after minutes of waiting, y/n comes out of the gas station and walks over to the car. “did you call a truck?”

“yeah, they’ll be here soon.”

“well, get your walking stick, partner because the nearest hotel is a mile away.” she says sarcastically, grabbing her stuff out of his car.

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“we’re sorry, ma’am but all our two guest rooms are full for tonight,” the hotel receptionist tells them.

“shit, ok. do you have any other available rooms?” buck peeps in and asks.

“we have a one person room on floor 3, it has a full bathroom and everything.” after the exhaustion of the night and having to walk around looking for this hotel, they basically will crash anywhere.

“we’ll take it.” they both say simultaneously.

they climb up the the room with their arms full of stuff they don’t even need. they swing open the door and make their way inside. “ladies first,” buck says, leaning against the door.

“thank you very much, sir.” y/n replies and places some of their goodies on the tv stand. “this is nice, i guess! we could fit in here if we really wanted to.”

“yeah, i can stay on the floor and you take the bed.” y/n laughs at his request and he gives her a confused expression.

“really, buck. we all know you’re picky about your sleeping situations. take the bed. i’m fine on the floor. ladies always take the bed.” she smirks at him.

“oh, well if you put it like that, i’ll take it,” he says, throwing himself on the bed. “you’re gonna sleep in jeans?”

“well, i didn’t bring an overnight bag. it’s fine, it’s just for one night.”

“i have en extra shirt in my car, just wear that. it’s big on me, so it’ll be like a dress!” he tells her. “a nightgown for the queen herself, if i must say.”

“you didn’t bring it in? you even brought your med kit?”

“you never know, y/n. what if you cut yourself open? you never. know.” he jokes.

“whatever,” she smiles and laughs. “i’m going to wash my face and i’m going to bed.” she walks into the bathroom and buck stays on the bed. he doesn’t want to leave her on the floor, but he doesn’t know if he could contain his thoughts if they slept together. that sounds really awful, but that might make him spit out words he doesn’t want her to know.

when she comes back out, buck is stripped of his shirt and left in his pants. her heart rate noticeably speeds up, and she doesn’t really know what to say. she’s seen him without a shirt, but spending the night together? she’s in for a hell of a night. her mouth is slightly open, and she closes it again, realizing he’s looking right at her. “like what you see?” he says, looking up from his phone. she shakes her head and turns around. she pulls on his massive shirt and now it’s his turn to have an internal freak out.

seeing his name on her back and his shirt on her body might send him into arrest. her soft hair falls down her back after she pulls out her bun and she runs her hands through it. buck looks around at her body, her shoulders peeking out through the top and the neckline down. he shakes his head and forces his eyes to look back down at his phone. she gets down on the floor, pulling the blanket over her and laying on the few that she placed under her. “g’night, buck. go to sleep.”

“n-night, y/n.”

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buck stays on the bed the whole night, being able to sleep peacefully in the quiet room. y/n on the other hand, feels like she’s gonna fall through the floor. she hates the floor, she would’ve taken the bed, but his comfort was more important to her.

she loves him, she really does, but both of their stubbornness and lack of acknowledgement of their feelings prevents her from making any moves. but she swears this hard, itchy rug might be the death of her.

buck feels the corner of the blanket get pulled up, and a light hand on his shoulder, pulling him out of his slumber. “move over, i cant stay on this rug.”

even the deep sleep he was in couldn’t keep his mind from going places. he was so happy, probably too happy. “yeah-yeah, of course.” he says, moving his body. he was wide awake now, turning to face her. “you know, i’m really happy we got stuck here together.”

her faces reveals a bright smile and buck can still see through the darkness of the room. “me too.”

they both turn over and fall asleep, trying to quiet the thoughts in their head. the ones that have been begging to be released for months.

when they wake up in the morning, y/n feels so much better. the sun was shining lightly through the shades and she rubs her eyes. she looks over and buck, whos much closer than she thought.

she realizes their closeness, his arms wrapped around her and their legs tangled together. her head is right next to his, their foreheads practically touching.

she thought about moving from her spot, it physically, she couldn’t bring herself to. the warmth of bucks body brought a whole new feeling. she felt at peace, which sounds silly but she felt like she could take on anything as long as he was there. it was her opportunity to be with him, being as close as ever.

he woke up from his own sleep, eyes fluttering open and his breaths were deep and slow. he looked up at her, and smiled when he saw how close they were to each other. “hey,” he says, with a raspy voice morning voice and y/n feels grateful to even hear one word.

“hi,” she whispers back to him. “sleep well?”

“i slept great, i wonder why,” he looks around and then lands his eyes back on her. “i’m glad you’re here.”

“you know, i kinda thought i was dreaming when i woke up,” she speaks. “i’m glad i wasn’t.”

“i’m glad you weren’t dreaming too.” he pulls her in, wrapping his arm around her lower back. he leans in, planting a sweet kiss on her lips. they stay in this position for a while, taking the time to spend with each other after waiting the past few years in hiding.

“uh… we should probably, um, get up?” she smiles and is practically speechless. she tries to form the words but really doesn’t want to go anywhere.

“nah, let’s stay here.” he pulls her in and rolls over her, but keeping his weight off. they whisper sweet nothings at each other and she giggles at his soft kisses all over, finally relieved that they can be together without the fear of ruining something great.

[lafrexniere]

Mark Estapa - Stuck with you

“Ahh I’m so proud of you,” you squealed as you hugged your best friend Adam. 

“Thanks, Y/N,” he said squeezing you tight. You both let go smiling, you looked around and watched more of the team come out shouting and cheering. After several high-fives and more hugs as players and families walked by you and Adam you still hadn’t seen your boyfriend Mark.

“Do you know where Mark is Adam?” You asked him. He thought for a moment and realized a lot of the sophomores weren’t out of the locker room yet.

“I might have an idea, c’mon let’s go,” he grabbed the sleeve of the oversized jersey of Mark’s that you were wearing. He pulled you through the crowd down to the tunnel leading to the locker room. 

“Lemme just make sure everyone is decent,” he yelled over the loud music thumping through the locker room door. He peeked in then walked in and was in there for a decent amount of time,

“What’s taking you so long Adam?” You yelled pounding on the door. You got no answer, “Okay that’s it I’m coming in.” You burst through the door to see a shirtless Mark, dancing around the locker room, Adam was standing with his hands on his hips watching.

“I tried to get his attention, but he’s a little busy, as you can see,” Adam laughed.

“Ahem!” you cleared your throat loudly, Mark was still dancing, too happy to notice you. You watched him hop around in his skates and saw the smile on his face, it was glowing. It was the smile that made you fall in love with him when you first met, the same smile almost a year later. Mark eventually stopped dancing because he ran out of breath. He looked and saw you after he turned off the music.

“Y/N, how long have you been standing there?” he said grinning away while catching his breath.

“Long enough,” you laughed, as he began to walk over to you.

“C’mere baby,” he opened his arms. You hugged his sweaty shirtless body, while he spun you around. 

“I’m so proud of you,” you smiled, ruffling his hair, and resting your foreheads against one another. You two were in your own little world of happiness that you had forgotten about the other boy in the room.

“I’ll uhh give you two so privacy,” Adam nodded, leaving the locker room. You two watched the locker room door close and paused for a minute.

“Finally a moment alone with my number one fan,” he grinned. He pulled your face closer to his as you wrapped your arms tighter around his neck. He met his lips with yours, rubbing your back, pulling you even closer if that was possible. You both broke apart for air as Mark went to lean in again, but you stopped him.

“Don’t you wanna finish changing Mark?”

“What? You don’t like this?”

“No, I mean yes I do, you’re hot but, uh we are still in the locker room,” you shrugged.

“Fine I’ll change,” he rolled his eyes and sat down, “only because I stink, not cause you told me to,”

“Yeah okay Mark,” you said handing him his shirt. He finished changing, and threw his bag over his shoulder, taking your hand. The two of you walked out of the almost empty arena as he loaded his bag on the bus. 

“Where are the boys?” he wondered, “Eh doesn’t matter, spending time with my girl after a big win is all I want right now.” You blushed and looked down at the ground as a gust of wind came causing you to shiver. He tucked you under his arm against him as you walked to the hotel, you were staying at. As you walked you both exchanged stories from your trip to Allentown considering you hadn’t seen each other as much as you wanted. 

“So then I’m all like, ‘hey look at the jersey I’m wearing’ then he shut up,” you laughed telling your story from the game.

“Damn State fans,” he laughed as he opened the door of the hotel for you. You both went to your room and lay on your bed. You locked hands and your eyes met. 

“Have I told you how amazing you are?” you smiled moving closer to him. He let go of your hand and fixed his hair, it was what he would do to hide his blushing.

“I have the most amazing girlfriend, I’m so lucky to have found you,”

“I’m the lucky one, I’m dating the man of my dreams,” you knew what that statement would do to him. He wrapped his arms around you pulling you into his chest. He caressed your head, placing kisses on the top of it every so often.

“Why can’t it be like this all the time?” he groaned, lifting your head up.

“You’re a D1 hockey player, remember?” you rolled your eyes playing with his hair.

“I’m just too amazing I guess,” he sighed.

“And humble too,” you teased.

“Shut up,” he let go of you and began to roll over, you stopped him by wrapping your arm around his stomach, pulling him back towards you.

“Oh don’t be mad at me Marky,” he hated that nickname from you.

“You wanna play this game Y/N? Try me?” You grinned slowly moving your hand up from his stomach to where he was most ticklish. He squirmed and began to laugh then pulled your hand away and became very serious. You did it again with your other hand, leading to the loudest laugh that you loved hearing. He sat up moving away from you.

“Aww Marky come back,” you pouted, seeing his playful annoyed glare. “Marky please,” you repeated the nickname over and over again until he pulled you up to be next to him. 

“Watch it L/N,”

“Or what, what are you gonna do Estapa? Nothing could possibly upset me on this amazing day of winning,” you batted your eyes. He grabbed you pulling you on top of him as he lay back on the bed holding you tight.

“You’re stuck with me Y/N,” he said kissing you.

“There’s no one else I’d rather be stuck with.”

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Enjoy!!!

[wonik1ss]

✦ 9 lives — ❝ seol sullyoon ❞

[ you're not for sale, woah-oh-oh ]

synopsis • for 8 lives you and seol yoon a have meet and never interacted, meaning you would die without ever meeting your sole mate until you walked into the pet shop and saw her standing there ( 1.1k ) imagine / fluff a lil sad but happy ending so :) < song : not for sale - enhypen >

a/n : spoiler ! gra gra boom bitch x2

“in this world if not by your ninth life you find your one.. the one that lights up your life.. makes you happy all the time..!”

“mom the road!”

“will always be here.. but you won’t! just humor your birth giver for a sec kid”

“this ‘kid’ is thirteen.. I’m basically an adult..”

“ya.. so we need to talk about this.. you have eighteen years to find your one before you die..”

“graphic”

“haha.. “

“how will I know though..?”

“your little heart tattoo will go from black to white”

“so was dad like no-“

“he wasn’t but you have me and that’s all that matters”

“MOM THE TRUC-“

you sat dazed in your hospital bed while your mom lay dead on the bed over. no sobs, no tears just shallow breathing.

“y/n- is it? your grandparents are here”. looking up your grandma opened her arms and you ran into the bawling. that was the last time you really cried. not over low grades.. boys.. or girls.. not even over your college acceptance letter.

“ooh don’t you look darling..”

“ok I got everything.. so I’ll see you in four months..”. you beamed at your grandma as she fixed your skirt and kissed your cheek.

“go.. go.. the wheel of fortune is on..!”. you laughed as your grandpa hugged you and slid fifteen bucks into your pocket and winked. when you got to college nothing really changed. wake up.. force yourself to get ready.. go to school.. sleep. and repeat. one day though while you sat in the corner of another useless college party you remembered a memory.

so as a drugged up.. thirty year old? tried to hit on you, you ran out and called an uber. getting out at the nearest pet shop. walking in you looked around. what dog did your mom want to get again..

“hi..?”

“oh hi I’m trying to buy a-“

“dog! hehe.. we have a range in breed and attitude so-“

“shit sorry I’m off my shift yoona will be here in a minute just wait here..!”

you nodded and looked around. what a small business leaving their customer unattend-

then you saw her.. or maybe him..

a tiny little pup with a gold coat. you opened the gate and stared at.. it? you both tilted your heads and then it jumped into your lap.

“aren’t you a peppy one..”

“ya charlie’s such a cute little girl huh”. you jumped.

“oh sorry I’m sullyoon or seol yoon a..”. you felt a tingle thinking it was your phone you bowed to the girl and went to answer it. but when you pulled your phone out you only saw that your heart was now white..

“ouch..!”. a few minutes later charlie I’m hand you decided to pop the question.

“so do you need anything else..”

“your number..? maybe I mea-“

“it’s on the receipt..”

“I invite you over and you being a.. record..”

“I swear it’s good !”. sullyoon giggled as she let you in and put the record on.

cheoeum neukkineun feeling

neol mannago jakkuman simjangi isanghae

“so.. who are they”. you sat inbetween the two college beds with the girl as the song went on.

“some old band named enhypen..”

simjangeun for sale (Ooh)

sarangdo for sale

sullyoon sang along and you joined in jokingly. soon you both just blankly stared at eachother. her eyes went down and so did yours. when you locked lips you swore you heard fireworks. with your hands in her hair and hers on your waist you both somehow got up and your back was now on her bed. a door opened and sullyoon threw the covers over you both.

“I’ll be back in five k?”

“ok kyujin.. have fun”. you giggled as you heard the door start to close.

“I new you had a girlfriend !”

your next proper date want proper at all. you sat on the floor flour dotting your face while sullyoon put out the fire on her stove top.

“It’s fine it’s gone !”. you giggled as you stood up and saw her face. she giggled and grabbed on to your top and tugged you closer.

“what’s so funny?”. you tried to deadpan while sullyoon played with your hair.

“the brownies”

“hmm”

“are burnt”

“then.. I guess I’ll just eat you !”. you ran but she was to fast, sullyoon tickled you while simultaneously kissing your neck.

“sully it stinks !”

“you smell like strawberries !”

“babbbbbby”

“bobo bear… “

“loooooser”

you threw a pillow at the bored girl on your bed.

“what sully?”

“excuse me? this is our.. 1..3.. 6th date! and your studying..?”. your laptop magically closed with sullyoon flipping you onto her lap.

“so you want a dumb girlfriend”. the taller girl took of your glasses.

“no I want a present one.. can we watch rapunzel now?”. as sullyoon cupped your face and got closer you cracked.

“fuck.. fine”. charlie jumped into your lap and you laughed as sullyoon pulled up the movie.

four months you were drunk on the girls love. with out turning a finger you knew when she was the one hugging you. how she always need you around after a test. and how your grandparents loved her. sitting down with charlie in your lap now three times his last size sullyoon walked over.

“thier dead asleep..”

“that’s what happens when your old..”

“k love let’s go.. I wanna get your grandma those strawberry sandwiches she keep raving about”. you nodded and placed down charlie he dropped dead asleep.

putting on your coat you felt a kiss on your cheek.

“le-go girl”

“I told you to get off that ipad..”

“but I’m a minecraft pro girl !”. you giggled as sullyoon flexed her ‘muscles’. then something caught your eyes.

“y/n wait !”

“it’s perfect”

“it’s so cold..”. you lightly punched your the taller girl as you bent down and hit her with some snow.

“abuse !”. sullyoon pouted as you giggled, which slowly faded as you felt snow hit your face. brushing of your clothes you smiled at her.

four months had passed and now you both were in the middle of winter. playing in the snow.

“so would you go with me to the.. lodge.. i kno-“

“I’m your girlfriend ofcourse I would”.

sullyoon giggled ‘your’..

as your crossed the street she kissed you on the cheek and you giggled. so much you didn’t see it coming. and other truck. so you would go out the way your mom did. at least you were in her arms.. maybe your ashes would be for sale at some ju-

“neoraneun jonjaeneun naege isseo

you're not, you're not for sale..”

your eyes slowly opened.

“it’s our song..”. infront of you was a bruised sullyoon still smiling.

“why am I not for sale at some garage sale..”. sullyoon giggled and kissed your lips once again.

“your not for sale..”

woah-oh-oh

pal su eomne

sal su eomne, yeah, yeah, ooh

[scrollonso]

It Makes Sense — 1 (out of 2?)

“No… Domi, listen, I di-” Pecco was cut off by another angry yell being spouted by the phone. “Can you actually just listen to me?! Stop fucking screaming over the phone, I can hear you just fine!”

Pecco had been on the phone with her for almost an hour, and for the entirety of that time Bez had been laying on his back, watching the older man through half-lidded eyes. They were oh so busy, and she oh so rudely interrupted them. It was funny though, seeing Pecco pacing a hole through his floor in nothing but his underwear, covered in bite marks and hickeys that most definitely did not come from Domi. It put a sense of pride into Bez knowing that no matter who Pecco was with… it would never be them, always him.

Maybe it was fucked up of him to be so happy about it, maybe it made him a messed up person to be glad that no one else could ever make Pecco feel the way he did. But he didnt care, and it didn't change that it was true.

“Just listen to me! Actually fucking listen! Domizia…” He paused for a moment, the sound of the woman's voice booming through the phone speaker. Bez had never liked Domizia, but he also had never liked any of Pecco's girlfriends. They were always so whiny and annoying. ‘Blah blah blah, you and Bez are too close’ ‘Spend more time with me’ ‘Don’t ditch me for him blah blah blah’. All they did was bitch and moan. It was obnoxious.

“I'm sorry, okay? There is nothing else I can say… I genuinely forgot we had plans and I-” he sounded defeated. “What? …No'' Pecco looked over at Bez, eyes raking over his form. Sitting in his bed, shirtless wearing nothing but tattered old ripped jeans with his piercing shining in from the light of the dim bedroom, a smirk playing at his lips. Pecco looked him dead in his eyes before speaking into the phone. “No, Marco isn't here right now, I haven't talked to him all day.”

It took everything in the man not to laugh his ass off. Pecco could obviously hear the stifled laugh because when he sat down on the bed next to him he slapped his arm, whispering for him to shut up.

“… I’ll talk to you later okay, I swear… No I really gotta go,” Pecco sighed. “Domi, I’ll talk to you later… I need to, like, clean up and stuff, my apartment is a mess, seriously I need to go-”

Before Pecco could stop him, Bez snatched the phone out of his hands, not letting go no matter how much Pecco tried to wrestle it out of his grasp. He hung up just as Pecco got a grip

"Seriously, Bez?" He asked, groaning as he looked at the phone in his hands. "You should've let me finish talking it out with her before you hung up."

“Well if you loved her, I wouldn’t be in your bed right now. If you really cared about her, you wouldn’t be covered in my bite marks and my hickeys.”

“Just shut the fuck up Bez… I have to go do damage control.” Pecco said, trying to get up, Bez quick to pull him back down

“Or… you should just stop thinking about her pathetic ass and stay in bed with me, we could continue what we started...”

“As tempting as that sounds, I need to fix this, I can't have her upset at me for long."

Bez just looked at the other boy, rolling his eyes and sighing, putting Pecco's phone on the bedside table next to him. Leaning over and pressing the other into the bed, ducking his head into the space between his shoulder and neck. “She’s sweet, y’know… She cares about me, treats me well.” Pecco spoke softly.

“Does she?” Bez mumbled, pressing small kisses to his skin, sucking on it lightly.

“Y-yeah… She does.” His voice was quiet and full of breath as Bez's hands started to roam around his body, one settling on his hip and the other rubbing his arm.

“Do you love her, Pecco?”

“…Y-yes”

Bez's fingers dug into his hip as he bit down particularly hard on his shoulder, making him gasp, push his head away, and involuntarily buck his hips all at the same time. “If you love her, why am I the one in your bed right now?”

“Bez…”

“You don’t love her, just like you didn’t love the last one, or the one before that. Because every single time, you end up knocking on my apartment door begging me to-“

“How many times do I have to tell you to shut the fuck up!” Pecco smashed his lips onto the other, setting them for a bruising pace, neither minded though. Nothing was ever gentle between the two of them, always fast and aggressive, maybe that’s what they like about each other. They don’t have to tone anything down, they could be awful and mean and still end up in the same bed afterwards.

“It’s not always me seeking you out, you know…I’m not that fucking desperate” Pecco said pulling away from him. “How many times have you pulled me away from hangouts and texted me during dates trying to get me back at your place?”

“And how many times have you done it? Sure, I’m pathetic for asking, but you’re pathetic for listening.”

“I hate you.” He leaned back in, kissing him feverishly. Bez's hands felt so cold against him while Pecco was on fire, skin a flush red. “How do you want it?”

“Hmm? What’s that?” He leaned down to his jaw, kissing and biting at it as Pecco tried to speak.

“You know what I mean.”

“Do I?”

“Just-… Come on.”

He stopped for a moment, teasing with the notion that he was thinking about it, trying to figure him out, but Bez knew exactly what he was asking.

“Oh, if I’m fucking you or you’re fucking me? Well, why didn’t you say that Pecco?” Bez smiled, and god, it did nothing but piss him off. “I don’t know, I think I have a lot to prove. Make sure you don’t call her back..”

“You petty bitch!” Pecco was laughing until Bez moved his hand to the back of his head, tangling it through the short curls, tightening his fist yanking on the hair in his grasp. “Fuck!” He moaned out, head tilted back and mouth open.

“If I fuck you hard enough you won’t even remember her name, will you?”

“Then actually do it instead of just running your mouth.”

Pecco felt the strong sting of a slap across his cheek, so hard it almost gave him whiplash. “You’re not the one telling me what to do here.” Pecco couldn't help but shudder at the sound of his voice, head still turned to the side as he was breathing heavily. If he wasn't hard before he certainly was now. “Wow… you’re fucking disgusting, arent you? Did you like that, Pecco? You like it when I hit you?”

Suddenly, Pecco wasn't moving, wasn't saying anything, eyes fixed on a patch of the dark blue sheets covering their his bed. Bez's stomach almost did a flip, hearing him so silent, not reacting, he worried for a moment that he might have gone a bit far.

“Amo..”

But his worries dissipated as soon as Pecco lunged forward, pushing Bez down and pressing all his weight onto him.

“You’re the one that likes hitting me, I simply humour you.”

Once again, Bez and Pecco caught each other in a kiss that was closer to eating eachothers faces than anything. The brunette's hand moved lower and lower until his palm rested right over the bulge in Bez's jeans, not quite pressing down, just resting there, teasing at the idea of friction.

Everytime Bez tried to buck his hips into his hands, the other would move it up with him, denying him the satisfaction, smiling into the kiss as he did so. He was growing frustrated, Pecco could feel it by the grip of the other man’s hand in his hair and the way he panted between each kiss while moving his hips up desperately. He moved down close to Bez's ear, whispering softly, with a voice far too angelic for anything the two of them were doing.

“And here I thought you were gonna take control, something about fucking me so hard I forget her name?” Bez gave a shaky exhale at the sound of Pecco's voice, taking a moment to collect himself. “I still remember it pretty well, hell… I still remember the way her pu-“

He was quickly cut off by the hand resting in his hair, yanking him back as the other moved forward, small whimpers escaping this mouth as Bez pulled him farther and farther back.

“Bez, Bez, Bez, please-“ he gave his hair another good tug, whipping his neck back and forth as he whined his name “I didn’t mean to-“

But every time he tried to speak, Bez just pulled harder, pulling until Pecco's hands frantically moved up. His palms resting over his knuckles trying to pry him off and release him from that damn death grip.

Smack.

Another harsh slap, his cock twitching when the calloused hand met the soft skin of his face. his cheek was red, his ears were ringing, and god, did he need Bez to just tear his boxers off and fuck him already. He didn’t know how much longer he could take this… how much longer he would last.

“I bet this could get you off alone couldn’t it? Pulling on your hair and slapping that pretty face of yours.” Bez looked at him as he spoke, his eyes showed nothing but adoration for him, and while looking at him like this, like Pecco had hung every single star up in the sky himself, he reared back his hand adding one more harsh slap to his face.

“CAZZO! Bez, fuck!” Pecco almost squealed, the skin on the right side of his face red and raw, a stark contrast to the left, cool and untouched. Bez's hips twitched and spasmed, bucking at nothing but air.

“Yeah… yeah, I could definitely get you off like this, wouldn’t even have to touch your dick… Bet I wouldnt have to fuck you either.” He chuckled. To anyone else, he looked fucking insane, but to Pecco? He almost looked godly up above him like this, holding him tightly in his grasp as he was groveling at his mercy. Yeah… Bez was a cruel and unforgiving god, a god that Pecco would worship at the altar of every chance he got. “You’re such a whore you know that? Sitting here humping the air while I hit you. Does your girlfriend know you like this shit?”

When Bez moved his hand towards Pecco's face, his whole body tense, ready for another blow to the face. He was surprised by him delicately holding his face, it made his cheeks sting no matter how soft the display was… and god did he love the sting.

“She doesn't…”

“What was that, amo?”

“We don't do shit like this together…”

Bez smiled. “Yeah, I didn't think so, I’m the only one that can give you what you need, aren't I?”

“Dont act so fucking smug-” Bez squeezed the cheek had been abusing all night, digging his short nails into the raw skin.

“Dont be fucking rude!” he released him, his grip on his face gone, and pulling his hand out of his hair. Pecco didn't even realize how harsh the grip was until it was released. His scalp was burning and sore, and his cheek was going to bruise, explaining that was going to be… interesting for sure.

Bez, who was propped up on the bed by his knees, finally began unbuckling his belt, slowly unzipping the fly. “I think… You forget yourself.” His voice was raspy, and filled with nothing but pure amusement. “You are so determined to defy me that you deny yourself of what you want.”

“The fuck are you talk-“ Pecco's jaw was grabbed harshly thus cutting him off.

“Shut the fuck up! Your mouth isn’t good for anything but sucking and moaning. Quit fucking talking!” The grip on Pecco's jaw got tighter as he shook his head back and forth.

“Fuck you.” He managed to choke out

“You can do that next time, it's my turn today.”

“Oh shut up-“

“Suck,” he interrupted quickly, staring straight into his eyes.

“Ask nicely.”

“Fine…” Bez grabbed him, shoving his face down, mouth hovering over the shaft of his dick, close enough he could feel every breath hitting the skin. He grabbed the base, tapping the tip on Pecco's lip. “Please open your mouth and suck my dick like the depraved whore you are.”

“That’s not very nice of you, Marco.” Pecco opening his mouth to speak was his first mistake, Bez taking the opportunity to shove the tip of his cock between his lips and quickly to the back of his throat.

He panicked for a moment, trying to pull off, but Bez's hand ruined every attempt at getting away.

“Stop struggling, stop- calm down and stop being a fucking baby about it.” He didn’t let up, not until Pecco stopped gagging and slapping his hands at his thighs. If he wanted to stop he would pinch. “I’m going to let go now, and you’re gonna bob your head up and down and fucking suck.”

And like that, his hand moved away, granting Pecco a small amount of mercy. It was still hovering in case his head needed a good push. Pecco tried to start off slow, maybe tease a bit, he loved Bez's reaction and how he tried to act less pathetic than he was, resisting the urge to whine and whimper when Pecco's mouth was wrapped around him. But Bez was growing impatient, deciding to start bucking his hips and returning his hand in its favorite place, gripping tightly around Pecco's hair. Well, it was his hands' third favorite place.

The first was around Pecco's neck, watching his face turn a light shade of purple before he finally let up; the second was his cock, when he would continue to jerk him off until he is overstimulated and begging him to let go; and third was his hair, when he could yank him around like his own personal ragdoll.

He continued thrusting his hips, watching his dick as it slowly dragged across his tongue and lips, precum and spit dribbling from his mouth. He could finish like this. It was tempting actually, to shove his head down and cum down his throat, basking in the sounds of him choking and the feeling of him struggling to get away.

He pulled Pecco off by his hair, the brunette breathing heavily, gasping almost. He needed to collect himself, Bez was too close and he didn’t want to fill his mouth, no he wanted to finish inside, he needed to fuck Pecco until he was screaming, and cum inside because goddamnit, he was his. He fucking belonged to him. He pulled his head up, kissing him, tongue licking along his lips.

“Lay… down,” he said between each kiss with him. Moving down to suck a couple more hickeys into the very minuscule amount of unmarked skin covering his body.

When Pecco's head finally hit the pillow, Bez pulled his boxers down.

It felt like the world had stopped spinning for a moment, Pecco looking up at him and Bez looking down, jeans still resting on his hips, fly open and cock out, and Pecco laying on the bed with his boxers bunched around his ankles and his body sprawled out like a figure in a renaissance painting. This was it, this was all he wanted, he was all he wanted.

Bez was terrified, and Pecco could see it on his face too, the lust turning bitter and forming into some sort of dread.

“Marco? You calling it quits?” His voice was soft, of course it was soft, he cared. He saw a shift in Bez's expression because of course he did, he knew Bez in such an intricate way — how could he not? And thinking about that only made it worse. “Let’s just… do this later, yeah?”

“No,” Bez blurted out, his hands holding onto Pecco's hips.

“No?”

“No, we aren’t doing this later, I want to fuck you now.” He pushed it away, it’s what he had to do, he couldn’t think about his damn feelings when all he wanted to feel was Pecco clenching around him when he finally cums.

“Mar-“

“If I wanted to fucking stop, I would’ve said the word. I haven’t, have I?”

“No… You haven’t.”

“Then shut the hell up about it.”

“Don’t fucking talk to me like that, you cunt.” Pecco leaned up to get into his face and was imedetly pushed back down. “If you don’t quit being such an asshole you aren’t fucking me at all.”

Bez just rolled his eyes as he reached over to the nightstand to grab the half empty bottle of lube, they had just gotten it a couple weeks ago and it was almost gone…

“I’m being fucking serious.”

He looked at him a moment, popping the cap open.

“Shut up.”

“Don’t want to.”

“Why are you such a bitch about everything?” He complained, squirting a pretty generous amount of the lubricant onto his fingers, not bothering to warm it up before pushing one in.

“Cold! cold cold cold, quit it.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“I’m going to be worse to you next time.” Pecco breathed out, getting used to the feeling as Bez pushed the finger in and out. “You… are going to suffeeeerrr…” His words veered off into a whiny moan when a second finger was added.

“Oh, am I, baby? What’re you gonna do?”

“Gonna… fuck…” The pace of his fingers kept speeding up, making it difficult for Pecco to string a sentence together. “Fuck your face… ‘til you’re crying.”

“Are you?” The third finger was added, this one drew a loud moan out of Pecco, it was beautiful. “Is that all? That’s kinda boring, just until I cry?”

“You know that… collar we got?” That… That’s what made Bez freeze, finger stuck right at the knuckle and eyes a bit wide. If he wasn’t already hard he would have sprung up immediately. “The one with 'Pecco's' engraved on it?”

“I thought we were saving that for a special occasion.”

“I think bending you over in front of me and fucking you until you’re sobbing is pretty special.” It was Pecco's turn to smile at him — still looking so lovely — tan skin against the white sheets, dark bruises and bites littering every inch of his body, despite all that he looked almost innocent. Even when presented to him with his fingers knuckles deep inside curling in whatever direction would make him squirm, he looked sweet.

While talking about putta a fucking collar on him, he looked sweet.

“Getting a bit ahead of ourselves huh?” Bez chuckled out.

“Just preparing for the future.”

Bez considered a fourth for a second, but three was already too many, he knew how much Pecco liked it to hurt. It was just so much fun though, Pecco trying to act so casual while losing his mind just to Bez's fingers. He pulled them out despite every little protest coming from Pecco's mouth.

“Don’t be ungrateful. You are lucky I let you have my fingers.”

“Fuck me.” Pecco gasped out, a hand reaching out to grab Bez's arm.

“Patience.”

“Fuck… me.”

“I said you have to fucking wait a minute. I need to get more lube and-“

“I don’t give a shit about the lube Bez! Fuck me dry for all I care, there's already enough!” Pecco snapped, fingers digging into Bez's arm. “If you don’t hurry up, I’m going to press your goddamn face into this mattress and fuck you myself.”

If Bez's right hand wasn’t busy wiping the remaining lubricant onto his cock, he would slap the already blooming bruises on his cheek.

So… he used his left hand instead, the pristine and clear cheek being marked red, matching the other.

“You’re so ungrateful, did you know that?” Bez grabbed Pecco's thighs, pushing his legs closer and closer to his shoulders, almost folding him in half, leaving his hole on display. “But your body makes up for it, you don’t gotta worry.”

He pushed just the tip in, barely catching the rim before he pulled it right out, entertained by the way Pecco struggled to keep his breathing consistent and his eyes opened.

“Put it the fuck in!”

Another loud crack of palm against skin sounded through the room. “You think you would learn your fucking lesson, Pecco.”

“Please… Marco… Please fuck me, I need you, I need your cock, I can’t…you have to, please, I’ll do anything, please, fuck.” Tears slipped down Pecco's cheeks as he begged for Bez to fuck him. And he just couldn’t help it then, it was almost like he blacked out and his body started acting on its own. Finally thrusting into him, not taking the time to let Pecco adjust and starting the pace quick and brutal. Fucking into him like he wanted to break him in half, like he wanted to destroy him until he couldn’t move a single muscle.

He held onto Pecco's calves as he plowed into him, Pecco not able to shut up, broken moans echoing through the room.

“God, you are such a whore. You need to quiet down before your neighbours hear you… I bet you would like that wouldn’t you?”

“Hmm… Oh… mhmm!”

“Can’t even speak, can you? Is it that good? Do you just love my cock that much?” He didn’t slow down, not even when his hand snaked between Pecco's thighs to run his fingers along the shaft of his cock, lightly caressing it. “Aw, you still haven’t been touched yet have you? I bet you’re really pent up aren’t you? Do you want me to touch your dick, amore?”

Pecco's brain was fuzzy, he could barely focus on the world around him, let alone the words being spoken to him, but he nodded his head.

“Words, use them,” Bez croaked out, his pace faltering the closer he got to the edge. “If you want something, you gotta ask for it.”

“Yes… y-yes, yes, please touch, tou- fuck, oh fuck, Bez, god! Yes, touch my co- Jesus fuck!” He could barely get the sentence out, and that meant Bez was doing it right.

“That’s so pathetic.”

“Bez…”

“Begging just for me to touch you?”

“You told me to!” Pecco almost whined at him, as Bez borderline laughed at him.

“Mhm, and you listened like a good little bitch, didn’t you, Pecco?” He punctuated his words with a particularly hard buck of his hips, his dick hitting Pecco's prostate head-on, making him cry out in pleasure. It didn’t help that Bez finally held on to his cock, squeezing the base of it as he fucked him. Pecco was not going to finish first, Bez would make sure of it. He needed to know that his body wasn’t his own, it wasn’t his girlfriends either, no. It was Bez's. His property and most prized possession.

“Mar… Marco, it fucking hurts!”

“I know, just give me a minute, I’m almost there, baby, I promise.” He kissed him, not hungrily like it had been this whole time, not with aggression or overbearing control but, with a softer passion, the two pairs moving together in the softest gesture of the whole night. Maybe that’s what did it, that small little fantasy in Bez's head that they had more kisses like that, kisses that lingered just for the sake of closeness and not because they needed something to fulfill their bodies needs. Maybe that’s what got Bez to finally cum… or maybe it’s the way Pecco's hole clenched around his cock and he moaned into his mouth as he pulled away… It was probably the second one.

“Fuck… Shit, oh my… Pecco, baby, you are something.” He was so busy riding out his orgasm, thrusts slowing down as he came down, that he forgot about the hand wrapped around Pecco's weeping cock. And the way he squirmed and groaned, begging for him to let go and jerk him off. “Oh, yeah… You need to get off, too. You wouldn’t mind if I just left you like this, would you?

It was a joke, but Pecco obviously wasn’t in the mood to take Bez's shit. His hands moved up to dig into Bez's scalp and pulled his face close, noses touching.

“I don't give a shit if it's your birthday

I will fucking. Kill. You.”

Bez gulped, staring right into Pecco's dark brown eyes. “Hot.”

Pecco sighed, throwing his head back into the pillow, and that’s when he started moving his hand, slowly rubbing his thumb over the slit. He unfolded him and rested his legs on his shoulders. Moving down to take the tip of Pecco's cock into his mouth and suck on it. Tongue swirling around it, encouraged by Pecco's hand resting in his hair and moaning out at every slight movement. He didn’t take the whole thing, using his hand to jerk him off until he was cumming.

Pecco's hips spasmed as he came, screaming out and digging his fingernails into the palms of his hands until Bez pulled off with the most obnoxious popping noise.

“Be… Bez…”

He fucking swallowed it.

“Hm?”

“Apple juice.”

Bez stopped in his tracks, as he was pulling away from Pecco and setting his legs down.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Want it.”

“Aren’t you supposed to drink water after getting your brains fucked out?”

“Yeah, but… I want fucking apple juice.”

“Fine, whatever, I’ll get you apple juice.” He rolled his eyes, standing up and grabbing the box of tissues to throw at Pecco so he could clean himself up while he went to the kitchen.

When he came back in, Pecco was still sitting naked on the bed, now with his phone in hand and a serious look on his face, his head shot up when Bez walked in.

“I'm gonna propose.” the brunette whispered, sighing as he sat his phone down and grabbed his glass. “Christmas Eve, I'm gonna propose..”

“Yeah, okay Pecco.” he laughed, flopping onto the bed next to him.

“I am.” Pecco sat up, looking down at Bez "We can't keep doing this, we're both boys.c

"And?" Bez hummed, closing his eyes "Doesn't stop you from loving my cock."

"Bez. She's a girl, it makes sense for me to propose. This- Us. It doesn't make sense."

He just hummed, he didn't believe him.

Pecco had rehearsed his speech a hundred times in his mind, but standing here now, in front of Domizia in the same place they had their first date, the words felt heavier. It was Christmas Eve, the scent of pine and cinnamon in the air, and the lights from the buildings around them softly illuminated the streets.

Pecco’s breath came out in small, misty clouds as he tried to steady himself. Domizia was bundled up in a patterned scarf, her cheeks pink from the chill, eyes sparkling with the same love and warmth she had always shown him.

He reached into his coat pocket, fingers brushing against the small velvet box. Everything about this moment was perfect, yet his chest felt tight. The words he had planned seemed to tangle in his throat. But he had made his choice. This was right. It made sense.

"Domizia," he began, his voice low but firm, "I’ve been thinking about us, about everything we’ve been through. You’re my everything, the one person who’s always been there for me."

She smiled softly, stepping closer, her gloved hand gently brushing his arm. "Francesco, you’re making me nervous," she teased lightly, her breath visible in the cool air.

He chuckled, but it didn’t ease the tension building inside him. Slowly, he pulled out the ring box and knelt down on one knee, the city lights casting a warm glow on the ring nestled inside. Domizia’s eyes widened in surprise, her hand flying to her mouth as she gasped.

“I love you, Domizia. I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” Pecco said, his voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside him. “Will you marry me?”

For a moment, everything seemed to stand still. Domizia’s eyes filled with tears, her face lighting up with pure joy. She nodded eagerly, her voice trembling as she whispered, "Sì, sì, of course!"

He slipped the ring onto her finger, feeling a strange mix of relief and weight as she threw her arms around him. The world around them felt distant, the noise of the city fading into the background as they embraced. This was the future he had chosen—the life that made sense. But even as Domizia held him tightly, Pecco couldn’t shake the lingering shadow of what he was leaving behind. The man he was leaving behind.

Pecco’s mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as he and Domizia walked through the softly lit streets, her arm linked through his. She was glowing with happiness, showing off the ring to every passerby who glanced their way. But behind his smile, Pecco felt a storm brewing within him.

He knew what he had to do next. It was inevitable, like a slow-moving train heading toward its destination. His heart ached with the weight of it, the reality of the promise he had just made pressing down on him. He glanced at his watch, the cold metal against his wrist grounding him as they reached the hotel.

“Should we go in?” Domizia asked, her eyes hopeful, her hand resting on his chest. She had no idea of the inner turmoil twisting inside him.

Pecco leaned down and kissed her softly. “I need to take care of something, amore. I’ll be back later.”

She pouted playfully but nodded, trusting him. As she always did. “Don’t be too long, okay? I want to wake up with you.”

He kissed her again, this time with a tenderness that almost broke him. “I’ll be back soon.”

As soon as Domizia disappeared into the building, Pecco let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. The tension that had been coiling inside him since the moment he proposed began to unravel, but only slightly. The warmth of her embrace still lingered on his skin, yet it didn’t bring the comfort it should have. Instead, it felt like a reminder of the weight he had just tied himself to — a weight that felt both safe and suffocating at once.

His hand trembled slightly as he reached into his coat pocket, fishing out his phone. For a moment, he stared at the screen, his mind racing. He had just promised his future to Domizia, but here he was, heart pounding, thinking of someone else. Someone who had always been in the background, in the shadows of his decisions, but never fully gone.

Pecco's fingers hovered over the keyboard, doubt creeping in. But he couldn’t stop himself. Not this time. He needed to see him, to feel that familiar rush that always came when they were together—the pull that kept dragging him back, no matter how hard he tried to resist.

With a quick breath, he typed out the words before he could second-guess himself any further.

"I need to see you."

"Now."

He hesitated for the briefest of moments before pressing send, knowing that whatever came next, there was no turning back.

Bez was waiting at Pecco and Domizia’s house, leaning against the doorframe when Pecco arrived. His posture was casual, but his eyes told a different story — darker than usual, shadowed with something Pecco couldn’t quite place. It was a look he knew all too well. It was a mix of anger, hurt, and anticipation, as if Bez had been waiting for this moment with an intensity that mirrored the weight of Pecco's own dread. They had been dancing around this conversation for too long, and tonight, neither could avoid it.

Pecco barely had time to close the door behind him before Bez pulled him in, pressing their lips together in a kiss that was more desperate than passionate. It wasn’t gentle or hesitant. It was demanding, a collision of need and frustration, of all the things they hadn’t said. It was familiar, the way Bez’s mouth moved against his, the way their bodies fit together, like the hundreds of times they had done this before. Pecco responded instinctively, his hands finding their way to Bez’s back, pulling him in as close as he could, as if proximity might make everything easier to understand, as if being together like this could make the rest of the world disappear.

They stumbled toward the couch, breath mingling with quiet gasps as their hands roamed over each other. Bez’s fingers threaded through Pecco’s hair, tugging just enough to send a shiver down his spine, a whine escaping as Bez's lips moved to press against Pecco’s neck. For a brief, stolen moment, it was as if everything was right again, as if nothing had changed between them. The familiar heat between them was still there, burning with the same intensity that always brought them back to each other, no matter how many times they tried to walk away.

But even as Pecco lost himself in Bez’s touch, his mind was racing. The ring on Domizia’s finger felt like a lead weight in his pocket, a constant reminder of the choice he had made tonight. A choice that had no place in this room, no place in the way Bez made him feel. He wanted to forget everything, to drown in the fire between them, to let Bez’s hands and lips burn away the guilt that gnawed at him. But he couldn’t.

He gently pushed Marco back, his chest heaving as he tried to find the words. Marco’s brow furrowed in confusion, his hands still gripping Pecco’s shirt.

“What’s wrong?” Marco asked, his voice low, almost fearful. "You didn't pinch me?"

Pecco pulled away, standing up and reaching into his coat pocket. He pulled out the velvet box, flipping it open to reveal the ring no longer nestled inside. Marco’s eyes widened in shock as he processed what Pecco was saying.

“This…” Pecco began, his voice thick with emotion, “this can never happen again.”

Bez looked up at him, his eyes searching Pecco’s face, trying to understand. “You’re- You really went through with it?”

Pecco nodded, closing the box and placing it back in his pocket. “I asked her tonight. She said yes.”

Bez laughed bitterly, shaking his head as he stood up. “So, that’s it? You’re just going to walk away from everything we had? From us? Seriously?”

Pecco felt his throat tighten, but he forced himself to meet Bez's gaze. “I can’t keep doing this, Bez. We can’t keep doing this. Domi… she’s my future. She’s the one I’m supposed to be with.”

“And what am I, then? A mistake?” Bez's voice was shaking, hurt. “Just some phase you had to get out of your system? Just testing the fucking faggot waters before settling down with some slut?”

“Don't call her that,” Pecco said quickly, stepping closer, his hand reaching out to cup Bez's face. “No, Marco, you were never a mistake. But we both knew this day would come. It had to.”

Bez closed his eyes, leaning into Pecco’s touch for just a moment longer before pulling away. “So, that’s it. We’re done?”

Pecco swallowed hard, nodding. “Yeah. We’re done.”

They stood there in silence, the weight of the moment settling over them like a heavy blanket. Finally, Bez turned and walked toward the door, pausing just before he stepped out.

“I hope she makes you happy, amore,” Bez said quietly, not turning around. “I really do.”

And then he was gone, leaving Pecco standing alone in the dark apartment, the echo of their goodbye lingering in the air.

Marco hadn’t felt this hollow in a long time. The familiar warmth of Vale's ranch — usually his favorite place to be during the holidays — felt like an emotional landmine this year. He couldn’t bear the thought of facing Pecco and Domi, watching them bask in the glow of their engagement while everyone celebrated around them.

It wasn’t just the usual holiday gathering. It was their Christmas now, the first of many where they’d be the center of attention, smiling and sharing their happiness with the world. And Bez? He’d be on the sidelines, forced to swallow the bitterness gnawing at his insides.

So he stayed away. He made excuses — something about needing time to rest, needing space. Valentino had tried to convince him otherwise, even sent a few messages asking if he was okay. Bez brushed it off with half-hearted responses, knowing that even Vale couldn’t pull him out of this one.

Instead of the ranch, he spent Christmas alone in his apartment. The quiet was suffocating, a far cry from the usual lively chaos of his racing family. He tried distracting himself with movies, but they all felt meaningless. Even riding, his usual escape, couldn’t fill the void. Everything seemed to loop back to Pecco — his laughter, his touch, his promises.

He imagined them at the ranch, the others surrounding Pecco and Domizia with congratulations. He could see Domizia holding out her hand, showing off the ring, while Pecco stood proudly beside her. That image stung more than any crash ever had.

[bxcketbarnes]

The Window

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 2500+

Even though I’m sick I managed to finish this fic! I sacrificed some sleep for it, but I believe it was worth it. I really hope you guys like it! I’m slowly getting back to my normal writing self. Enjoy! xox

"Y/N, I truly believe that Peter likes you," Gwen tells you through the phone.

A sigh leaves your lips as you wrap a towel around your body, tucking it so it stays in place.

You grab an extra towel for your hair before walking into your bedroom, taking your phone with you. "Gwen, you know I hate talking about this," you mention.

"I know, but it's the truth. I've seen the way he looks at you."

You sit on the edge of your bed, holding the phone close to your face as her words replay in your head. "He looks at me like any friend would," you shake your head and glance towards the window.

A gasp leaves your lips when you notice Peter crouching outside your closed window. You spring up from your spot, telling Gwen you must go before hanging up.

Your cheeks flush at the fact that you're standing in nothing but a towel. You thrust the window open before Peter tumbles into your room.

"Pete, what are you doing here?" You ask him while taking a step back.

His hands find themselves on your arms for a few moments before a hiss leaves his lips. Your eyes drop down to the bloody wound on his ribs.

"I got into a bit of trouble," he whispers while slowly dropping to the floor. "I didn't know where else to go."

"Jesus," you mumble and kneel beside him, inspecting the wound without touching it. "Let me get the first aid kit."

You spring up from the floor, grabbing your clothes from the bed before moving into your bathroom. You quickly change into your pajamas and grab the first aid kit from under the sink.

You tuck some hair behind your ear and walk back into your bedroom. In your absence, Peter tugged off the top half of his spidey suit.

Oh my… Your cheeks blush as your eyes glance over his defined torso. You press your lips together and kneel right beside him. "It doesn't look too bad," you mumble while opening up an alcohol pad.

You wipe it against the wound, a hiss leaving Peter's lips. Your free hand gently presses against his abs, keeping him in place as you wipe up all the blood.

Silence fills the room as you clean him up, your gaze fixed on the cut. Peter pushes some of your hair back as you place a large bandage on his ribs. "You okay?" He whispers to you, causing your eyes to flick up at him.

"I should be asking you that," you chuckle softly before sitting on your heels. You glide your fingers over the clean bandage, making sure it stays in place.

"I'll be fine, you know that," he reminds you while giving you a look. You smile softly and nod your head, knowing that he heals faster than a human. "You seem down."

You shrug your shoulders and push yourself up from the floor, grabbing the trash beside you. "I'm okay. I’m just going through some stuff. Nothing I haven't handled before," you reassure him, gliding your free hand through his hair.

Peter watches you walk into your bathroom, tossing the trash into the waste bin. He places a hand over the wound before picking himself up. "You know I'm here for you, right?" Peter asks, his eyebrows furrowing together.

"Of course, Pete," you laugh, heading back into your bedroom.

The two of you sit down on your bed and you reach for your phone. You notice a text from Gwen, asking if everything was okay. You make a mental note to text her later before placing the device on your nightstand.

"I interrupted something, didn't I?" He questions with a chuckle, overseeing the text.

"It was nothing," you tell him, leaning your hands against the mattress. "You know how Gwen is. Always meddling with my love life."

Peter looks down at his hands, his fingers fumbling with each other. Your love life? He asks himself, wetting his lips. "What's going on in your love life? And why haven't you told me?" He glances towards you.

The smile drops from your lips, seeing the serious look on his face. "P-Peter, i-it's nothing like that," you stutter while sitting up straight.

"Then why is she so adamant?"

"I-I don't know. It's Gwen," you play off, chewing on your bottom lip.

Peter hums before reaching for your hand, taking it into his. Your heart pounds against your chest as his fingers lace with yours. "You would tell me if you like someone, right?" He asks in a quiet voice.

"Y-Yeah," you lie, feeling his hand squeeze yours.

"You realize I can tell when you lie to me," he chuckles before releasing your hand.

A sigh leaves your lips and you adjust your seating position, turning your body slightly to face him. "Sorry, it's just… it's complicated," you murmur, keeping your eyes on your lap.

"Do I know him?" Peter asks you, hearing the sadness in his voice.

You lift your gaze, a little confused as to why he sounds sad. "Uh, maybe? We all go to the same school," you shrug, concentrating on not revealing your lie.

He hums in response before standing up from his spot. You watch him walk out of your room and you let out a deep breath. That was close…

"Pete?" You call out to him after a minute of him being gone.

You push yourself off of your bed and stand in your doorway, looking into your semi-small apartment. He stands at the sink in your kitchen, downing a glass of water.

"Are you planning on staying here tonight?" You ask him while crossing your arms over your chest.

"I think I might head home. I don't want to worry Aunt May," he mentions, setting the empty glass into the sink.

He walks past you, his shoulders bumping yours during his passing. You swallow the lump in your throat as your gaze follows him. Peter rushes to put the top half of his suit back on before he grabs his mask.

"Are you mad at me?" You ask him just as he opens your window. "Are you mad that I won't tell you who I'm in love with?"

The brunette glances back at you, noticing the glossiness in your eyes. "You're in love?" He asks you, a crack in his voice.

He doesn’t give you enough time to answer him as Peter pulls the mask over his head before jumping out your window. The dam of emotions starts to break as you slowly walk over to the window, looking out of it.

You can see his silhouette swinging in the distance when the tears start streaming down your cheeks. "I'm in love with you," you sigh.

-

It's been a few days since your altercation with Peter and you feel he's ignoring you. No matter how many times you try texting or calling, you get nothing.

Gwen hands you a glass of water and a couple of ibuprofen. You release a groan, pushing the items away before trying to get up from your couch.

"W-Why did we come home? I was having a good time," you whine, your words beginning to slur.

"Because you're drunk enough," Gwen sighs, setting the water and pills onto the coffee table. "Don't make me call Peter."

A scoff leaves your lips as you walk into your kitchen. I've got a liquor bottle around here somewhere. You think to yourself, stumbling left and right. "Good luck. He hasn't talked to me in four days," you tell her angrily, fetching the bottle of Malibu from your cupboard.

Before you're able to take a drink, Gwen snatches it from your hands. You protest, reaching for it when she holds it above her head. "Why hasn't he talked to you?" She asks you with furrowed brows.

"B-Because I wouldn't tell him that I'm in love with him," you say to her, continuously reaching for the bottle.

Gwen slaps your hands away and rushes to throw the bottle away. "Why didn't you tell him? Clearly, he feels something for you if he thinks you're in love with someone else," your friend sighs, looking toward you.

You pout, feeling the sadness starting to seep through. You scrunch your nose, ignoring her question before walking into your bedroom. 

She watches you slam your door before she releases a sigh. Gwen pulls her phone out and dials Peter's number, pressing the device against her ear.

It rings four times before he picks up. "Hello?" His voice comes through the receiver.

"Hey, Peter. Are you busy?" She asks him, tucking her free hand into her pocket.

"Uh, not at the moment, but I'm almost done. Why?" He questions her, hearing the wind blowing on his side.

Gwen sighs and walks over to your bedroom door, listening carefully. "Y/N's drunk and I need to get home to my dad. I was wondering if you could stop by when you're done and check in on her. She's a bit of a mess," she informs him.

"She's drunk? She rarely ever gets drunk," he mumbles quietly.

"Yeah, well, apparently she's pretty upset that you haven't been talking to her," she explains before opening your door just a smidge. The sound of your shower running hits your ears before she closes the door again. "So, fix it."

Gwen hangs up, not giving him a chance to explain or defend himself. She calls out to you, letting you know that she's leaving before you hear your front door open and then close.

You sit on the floor in your shower, your fingers tapping against your arms as you stare off in the distance. The warm water trails down your skin as you take a deep breath.

You push yourself up from the floor, being careful that you don't slip, and turn the water off. You grab your robe from the hook, quickly putting it on before walking out of your bathroom.

After tying the robe, you walk out into the living room and grab the glass of water. You decide to take the pills so you don't have a pounding headache in the morning. You bring the water into your bedroom, setting it on your nightstand.

A couple of knocks echo off your window, causing you to lift your head. "Peter?" You call out to him while climbing out of bed.

You open your window and he climbs into your room. You check him for wounds, knowing it's the main reason for him coming to your place after patrol.

"I'm okay," he reassures you. "Gwen called me."

"She did?" You ask him as he rests his hands on your arms.

He gently moves your body so you're sitting down on your bed. "She did, yeah. She had to go home and asked me to check on you," Peter says while sitting beside you.

"I'm surprised you agreed to it," you whisper, keeping your gaze on your hands.

Peter's chest clenches and he releases a sigh. "I'm sorry I haven't texted or called. It wasn't nice of me to ignore you," he explains while reaching for your hand.

You let him grab a hold of your hand as you glance towards him. "Why did you?" You ask him, feeling his fingers glide along the back of your hand.

"I was upset," he shrugs his shoulders. Peter stays quiet for a few moments before looking back at you. "Finding out that the girl you're in love with is in love with someone is hard to hear."

Your breath hitches in your throat at his confession. "You're in love with me?" You ask him, your heart starting to pound against your chest.

"Yeah, I have been for years," Peter sighs, squeezing your hand gently.

You bring your free hand to his face, stroking his cheek with your thumb. "I've been in love with you since I was fifteen," you whisper, his honey-brown eyes looking into yours.

He leans in and presses his lips to yours, causing both of you to lean back a bit. Your fingers comb through his hair as you kiss him back. Peter's hands move to your waist before they slide across your lower back.

"God, we should've done this sooner," he mumbles against your lips, placing tiny kisses on them.

"If only we could read the signs," you giggle.

You and Peter lay back on the bed, both of your arms wrapped around one another. He nuzzles his face into your neck as his hands slip under the robe you're wearing.

"I love you," Peter mutters against your skin.

-

You kick the door to your apartment open and grab the grocery bags. You huff while carrying the semi-heavy bags into your place, setting them onto the table. "Jesus, I had to buy a lot of stuff, huh," you mumble to yourself.

"Why didn't you call me for help?" Peter's voice calls out to you.

A scream leaves your lips, whipping your head around to see the brunette standing in your doorway. "Peter!" You scold with wide eyes, looking around your apartment. "How the fuck did you get in here?"

"The window," he jabs his thumb in the direction of your window.

"My window," you repeat to yourself with a laugh. You shake your head as Peter walks toward you.

His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into his body. The two of you sway back and forth as he hugs you from behind. "I missed you," Peter mumbles and pulls away.

"You saw me two days ago," you chuckle and walk towards your table to unpack your groceries. "Oh, and, do you ever plan to use the front door?"

"Oh, absolutely not," Peter laughs at your question.

He watches you walk past him, bottles of different condiments in your hands. "I'm not always going to be by my window, bugboy," you mention to him with a teasing grin.

"The window is just so convenient," he smirks.

You roll your eyes playfully while shoving the condiments you bought into your cupboard. "I don't know how that statement is true, but okay," you laugh, putting away the rest of your groceries.

Peter leans against the table and holds his hands out to you. "I just like coming through your window. Do you want me to use the front door?" He asks you with an eyebrow raised.

You step into his embrace, resting your hands on his shoulders. "No, you don't have to. It's just less energy you have to endure. I don't have a fire escape you can land on," you shrug your shoulders while grazing your fingertips along the back of his neck.

"Oh please, honey," Peter clicks his tongue in response. "I'm Spider-Man. I've got a lot of endurance."

Your cheeks blush at the slight innuendo. Peter's hand slides down the middle of your back and rests on your right ass cheek. "Do you, now?" You ask and bite your lip.

"Mhm, maybe you can find out," he whispers, his eyes glancing down at your lips.

"Yeah, maybe you should show me."

-

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[twinklingstar1ights]

Beat Again

Changmin Summary: Your heart has just been broken by your ex. Then you meet Changmin who wants to fix it. (non-idol au)  WC:~2.8k Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

“Come on y/n! It’s been three weeks, you can’t mope in bed forever. He’s a bastard, don't waste time being sad over him.” Your friend pulled your arm in an effort to get you out of bed.

“He’s also my first love, highschool sweetheart, and who I delusionally thought could be my one and only.” You buried yourself farther into your bed sheets. Your friend sighs. 

“Yes I know, you loved him wholeheartedly, but you have to move on. Come out with us tonight please? We all miss hanging out with you,” they plead. 

“I don’t drink. Why would I go to a bar?” you refused

“Because they have really good food and your friends are going, please?” Your friend shook your hand.

“Mmmh…no” you state.

“Fine, let me rephrase. Either you get out of bed and get ready or I’ll drag you there wrapped up in this blanket burrito,” they told you. 

“You wouldn't,” you said. Right after the words left your mouth. Your friend is wiggling their arms under your frame and lifting you up.

“Aye! Stop! Stop!” You fought back, making both of you end up on the floor. 

“Now will you come on your own or should I start dragging you.” Your friend grabs a hold of the blacket you’re now tangled in. 

“I’ll go,” you surrendered. “Let me go get changed,” you grumbled, untangling your limbs from the blanket. 

“Be quick, y/f/n is already there,” they called after you as you went to go change.

“Sweats, really? Not even jeans?” Your friend disapproved of your outfit. 

“I will go back into the blanket burrito,” you threatened. 

“You look great. Let’s go,” they quickly changed their tone and came over to your side to usher you out of your room and apartment. 

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“Y/n! You’re here! How did you do it?” Your other friends are quick to come and squish you in hugs.

“They literally dragged me out of my bed,” you say, shooting your friend a glare.

“I did what I had to do,” your friend says shamelessly. Your friends lead you over to the counter of the bar, where you each took a seat on a stool.

“Changmin this is y/n. Y/n this Changmin, he owns the place.” Your friend introduces you to the guy on the other side of the counter.

“Nice to meet you,” you greeted him. 

“Likewise.” He smiled at you. 

“The entertainment has arrived.” You hear some guy announce. 

“Oh y/f/n is here too,” another guy notes. 

“These two your friends?” another one asks. 

“Yes this is y/f/n and y/n.” Your friend points to either of you. 

“The one going through a breakup?” one checks pointing at you. 

“You talked about me?” You looked at your friend with a look of betrayal. 

“It’s not like that,” they quickly defended. “They were asking me why I haven’t been around,” they explained. 

“I never stopped you from coming.” You leaned forward, resting your head on your arms. 

“I know, but how could we leave you alone when you were so upset?” they say. 

“We’ll go set up.” The three guys excused themselves. You learned their names were Chanhee, Kevin and Jacob. 

Later you left alone on your barstool while your two friends went to go watch Chanhee, Kevin and Jacob’s set. Your phone rang, an unsaved number displayed across your screen. At first you thought nothing of it simply declining the call, but then the number called you back again and again. Now you know who it was, your ex. This is partly why you’re having such a hard time moving on because he keeps calling you. A sigh leaves your mouth as you reject his call for the fifth time. 

Changmin easily picked up on the sound of your ringing phone. He didn’t think anything of it initially, but then he saw the annoyed look on your face and he put the pieces of the puzzle together. Your ex must’ve been calling you. He finished serving his current customer then went over to where you sat on your stool. 

Your phone rings for the seventh time and you're ready to turn your phone off. You would just block the number, but it’s hard to do when the phone keeps ringing. Before you can decline the call another hand reaches for your phone, it was Changmin’s. 

“What are you-”

“Hello,” he answered the call. “I’m Changmin. Why are you calling?” You listened as Changmin talked to your ex. “Why would I tell the girl that I’m seeing that another guy wants to talk to her.” Your eyes widen at Changmin’s words. “Leave her alone. You two aren’t together anymore. Stop calling my girl.” With that Changmin hangs up your phone and slides it back over to you. 

“Thanks,” you say, sounding a bit awkward. 

“It’s no problem. Are you ok?” he asked. You’re taken back a bit by his question. 

“I’m fine. It’s just annoying,” you reply. 

“Want to talk about it?” he suggested. You shook your head. 

“I’m sure you get bored by plenty of strangers telling you about their exes,” you say. 

“You’re not a stranger. You’re a friend of y/f/n, who is also my friend,” he pointed. 

“I guess but-”

“I’m also nosy. Tell me about your ex,” he interjected, making you laugh slightly. It was the first time you laughed since the breakup. 

“He’s my first love. We met freshman year of highschool and started dating during sophomore year. We dated through the rest of highschool. After graduation he was attending college abroad, but we agreed to do long distance. It wasn’t a hard decision because we loved each other a lot.” You pause feeling some tears prick your eyes, but you shook them away. “So for the first year of college we did distance and it was hard, but we did it. Then he went back for his second year. I thought everything was great between us, but then I received this message from a girl saying that she was his girlfriend.” You sniffed, but continued. “I didn’t want to believe it, but she had plenty of proof. They apparently got together towards the end of freshman year. He was two timing us. I confronted him about it and broke up with him, but he’s been contacting me ever since saying how sorry he is and that it was a mistake. I blocked him, but he keeps using his friends’ phones to call me,” you finished. 

“The dude is an idiot. You didn’t deserve that,” Changmin says sympathetically. 

“Thanks,” you say. 

“If he bothers you again let me know. I’ll handle him,” he tells you. 

“For ‘your’ girl’,” you joked.

“Yeah, for my girl,” Changmin smiled.

“You two are talking?” Your friends came back over. The guy’s set had ended. Your friend shoots Changmin a look. 

“My ex called me,” you inform. 

“Again? I’ll kill him,” your friend states protectively. 

“It’s ok. Changmin handled it,” you disclose. 

“Oh?” Your friend looks at Changmin again. Your other friend tells you to come to the bathroom with them.

“You’re interested in my friend aren’t you?” Your friend pointed a finger at Changmin.

“What if I am?” Changmin challenged. 

“Normally I’d support, but she just got out of a serious relationship. She doesn’t need someone new hitting on her so soon. She’s still really hurt,” your friend said. 

“I want to make her pain go away,” Changmin states. “Look, she told me all about her ex. It’s not like I’m gonna actively pursue her, but I do want to spend more time with her, get to know one another better.” 

Much to your friends' surprise you wanted to spend more time with Changmin too. You easily accepted your friend's offer to go to the bar again.

“Wait, I literally had to drag you out of bed last time and now you’re just agreeing?” Your friend looks at you with disbelief. 

“Shouldn’t you two be happy? I’m not moping around,” you say.

“We are happy. It’s just a bit odd,” they state and your other friend quickly agrees.

“I actually started to feel better after talking to Changmin,” you informed. 

“Shut up! Are you moving onto Changmin!?” Your friend shrieked. 

“No, no. Don’t get the wrong idea. I think he would be a nice friend is all,” you clarified. Both of your friends look a bit disappointed. “What?” you questioned. 

“I don’t want you to rush into a new relationship or anything, but Changmin is a good guy,” your friend states. 

“I know,” you say, turning around to do your hair. 

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“Hey,” you happily greeted Changmin as you took a seat on a stool. 

“Nice to see you again,” Changmin tells you with a smile. You feel your friend’s elbow playfully elbow your side. You turned to them and mouthed “stop” which only made them shrug innocently. 

“Has he bothered you since last time?” Changmin asked you. 

“Nope. I guess you scared him,” you tell him. 

“Good.” 

Changmin spent all the time he had not serving his customers talking with you. It was safe to say that his interest in you surely turned into liking you. He planned on staying true to his word though, he wasn’t going to pursue you. It still hasn’t been all that long since you got out of your relationship. He wanted to respect your space, give you time, but at the same time, man did he want nothing more than to be around you. 

It seems like you wanted to be around Changmin too though. After a couple more times of visiting him at his bar the two of you exchanged contact information with each other. The two of you started talking and hanging out, as friends of course. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You got a bit of flour on your face,” Changmin tells you. The two of you were currently baking together. 

“Where?” You questioned, dabbing your face with the back of your hand. 

“There.” Changmin smiled mischievously as he threw a handful of flour at your face.

“Changmin!” you yelled at him. Quickly retorting my throwing flour back at him. The bake you were doing was forgotten as you ran around your kitchen throwing flour at one another. The kitchen was not only full of flour but also happy screams and laughter as you chased each other.

After the two of yours little flour fight, you finish baking, putting the sweet treat into the oven. Changmin offered to start cleaning up while you took a shower. Once you were out of the shower you told Changmin that he should get cleaned up too. That you probably had some oversized clothes that should fit him. Cahngmin left to shower and you laid the clothes out for him to change into. You picked up and finished cleaning the kitchen. 

You made your way over to your couch and turned on the t.v while you waited for Changmin. Then you heard a knock on your door. It was odd, you weren’t expecting anyone. Still you made your way to your apartment door and opened it. 

“Mom!” you said surprised. “What are you doing here?” you asked as your mom made her way into the apartment. 

“I wanted to see you. Can I not?” She made herself comfortable on your couch. 

“It’s not that you can’t, but you usually let me know first,” you chuckled nervously. You can hear the water of the shower shut off. 

“I was in the area for some errands, so I thought I would surprise you.” 

“Well I’m certainly surprised,” you say. You hear the bathroom door open. 

“Do you have company? Is one of your friends-oh hi young man,” your mom greets Changmin. Why do you feel like you got caught?

“He’s just a friend. His name is Changmin,” you introduced him. He greets your mother back and awkwardly takes a seat beside you on the couch. 

“You lend your guy friends your clothes?” your mom looks at you suspiciously. It was obvious that the clothes he was wearing were yours because they were still kinda small for him. 

“His clothes were dirty,” you explained. 

“We had a flour fight while baking,” Changmin chimed in. Right then the timer goes off. “I’ll go pull it out.” Changmin excused himself. 

“Why didn’t you tell me about him?” your mom immediately asked you. 

“Cause I knew you acted like this,” you responded. 

“It’s not a bad thing. I’m just surprised. A couple months ago you would call me sobbing. Now you're having a baking date with a cute flour fight with a guy.” 

“A friend,” you correct her. 

“Honey, neither of you look at each other like you’re friends,” your mom sassed you. “You seem happier with him too,” she said more seriously. 

“You’ve known him for three minutes,” you retorted. 

“And that’s enough. He looks at you like he’d hang the stars in the sky for you. Plus that shirt clearly isn't comfortable for him to wear, but he’s not complaining. He just looks like he’s happy to be wearing your clothes,” she teased. 

“Mom stop,” you complained. Changmin came back over to the couch. Once again taking a seat next to you. 

“Changmin, that shirt looks like it’s tight in the wrong places. Are you sure you aren’t uncomfortable?” Your mom asked, trying to prove her point. 

“It’s fine,” he smiled. “I won’t be wearing it for too long anyway. It’s nice that y/n offered to lend them to me.” Her point was proven. 

After your mom and Changmin left you mom’s words repeated over in your head. Neither of you look at each other like you’re friends. You placed your hand over your heart, feeling it beat against your palm. It told you Changmin wasn’t just a friend either. 

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Summer time had rolled around. You and Changmin had continued to hang out as friends even though it was apparent to anyone who looked at the two of you together that there was something more there.

Currently you were waiting for Changmin outside of a museum you two were going to visit. 

“Y/n!” You heard a voice call for you. It wasn’t Changmin’s, it was a voice you didn’t want to hear. It was your ex’s. You started to walk away.

“Y/n please?” A hand grabbed onto your wrist. 

“Let me go!” you harshly pulled your wrist from your ex’s hold.

“Please just listen to me alright? I’m sorry so sorry. I messed up big time. I know and-” 

“I’m glad you know.” You tried to walk away again, but your ex cut you off standing in front of you. 

“Can’t you give me another chance please? I was a really good boyfriend for four years wasn’t I? I know I messed everything up, but you can’t just forget about everything that happened before that. Take me back. Losing you is the worst thing to ever happen to me,” he claims. 

“Baby who’s this? Is he bothering you?” Changmin shows up beside you, pulling you into his side protectively. He has heard enough of the conversation to know that this is your ex.

“My ex and yes he’s bothering me,” you say leaning into Changmin’s side, wrapping your own arms around his waist. 

“Didn’t I tell you to leave her alone?” Changmin scoffed. 

“You’re the dude who answered her phone?” Your ex glares at Changmin.

“He’s my boyfriend, who answered my phone,” you corrected. Changmin knows now is not the time, but you calling him your boyfriend made his heart soar. He so desperately wanted it to be true. 

“There’s no way you moved on from me,” your ex said. 

“It’s not hard to move on from a cheater. She deserves so much better than a scum like you, so leave my girl alone.” Changmin calling you his girl makes the butterflies fly in your stomach. Changmin leads you away from your ex and up the steps to the museum. 

“Are you ok?” He checks on you as soon as you’re inside. 

“Yeah I am.” The situation that just occurred outside confirmed two things. One, you were definitely over your ex. Two, you moved on to Changmin. You wished you were saying the truth when you called him your boyfriend. “I did realize something though,” you added. 

“What’s that?” Changmin looked at you intently. 

“I wish it were true when I called you my boyfriend,” you say. Changmin can’t contain his happiness as he pulls you into a hug. 

“I wish it was true too,” he tells you whilst squeezing you tight. “I’ve liked you for so long,” he confesses. 

“I like you too,” you confessed back. The pair of you pull away from the hug with bright smiles on your faces. The two of you then begin to walk around the museum hand in hand on your first official date. 

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“I knew it!” your mom exclaimed when you introduced Changmin to her as your boyfriend

[something-tofightfor]

Smutsgiving 2023: Apple Pie / Tim Rockford

Pairing: Tim Rockford x Female Reader (Black Days pairing)

Word Count: 1,810

Warning: M.... but it's borderline.

Author's Note: It's Tim's turn to shine. I figured he fit with a dessert specifically because of the way he and Reader first met. Hope you like it.

Takes place in the Black Days universe, down the road from where we left them in the last chapter.

Smmary: This is Apple Pie America.

“Tim you’re going to be late!” Calling up the stairs to him, your eyes flicked to the clock on the stove. “You were supposed to leave ten minutes ago.” 

“I’m coming!” He yelled down the steps, and then only moments later you saw his socked feet, the typically clean-pressed legs of his jeans following. “I pulled a button off of my shirt and had to change it.” Pressing your lips together at the sight of him still working to button the cuffs of his sleeves, you waited. “I’ll fix it when I have time, but I just threw it onto the bed, and -”

“I’ve got it, Tim.” Stepping closer, you reached out to straighten his collar. “It’ll be good to go when you get home.” 

“Thank you.” He relaxed slightly, reaching up with one hand to run his fingers through his already tousled hair. “Why does it smell so good? What are you -”

“Made you an apple pie to take in to the station. I reheated it this morning.” You bit the inside of your cheek and then closed your eyes. “I figured for anyone else that has to work today, it’d be nice to know it’s in the break room if they want it.” 

“I’m sorry.” He leaned in, tipping his head forward to rest his forehead against yours. “I thought I was gonna be off, and -”

“No. It’s fine. I understand.” Your arms went around his waist, though you were careful about not wrinkling his shirt. “This was part of the deal, right?” 

“Right.” He said your name, waiting until you were looking at him to continue. “Thank you for understanding.” 

“Not necessary.” Wrinkling your nose, you smiled at him. “But seriously, you’re going to be late.” He swore when he saw the time, and then kissed your forehead with a loud smack of his lips before he spun away from you and grabbed the jacket hanging over the back of one chair, tossing it over his shoulder. “Be careful, Tim. Call me later if you can.” 

“I always am.” He nodded and picked up the pie and his keys, flashing you a quick smile. “And I will.” 

He disappeared through the garage door only a few seconds later, and when you heard the motorized whirr of the door shutting, you finally let yourself deflate, pressing your palms to the countertop and hanging your head. 

You weren’t mad at Tim; you were just disappointed that for the first time in as long as you could remember, you’d be spending a holiday entirely alone. “And who knows when he’ll get home.” 

There was nothing else for you to do, so you turned the oven off and then headed back upstairs, wandering back into the bedroom. It was still early, and you didn’t have a single thing on your schedule for the day - so you decided to go back to sleep for a few hours, crawling into the large bed on Tim’s side and burying your face in the pillows. It’s almost like he’s here. 

It only took a few minutes for you to fall asleep, though your lips were still set into a deep frown, even as you drifted off. 

— 

Later that night, you stepped through the front doors of the police station, pulling your coat tighter around your body. 

After signing in, you headed up to the floor where Tim’s office was, waving hello to the two other people you passed on the way. It was much quieter than usual, with only a skeleton crew on staff - and for the first time, you wondered exactly how Tim had gotten roped into working that day when the station was getting along fine with so few people there. Doesn’t matter. He wouldn’t have come in if he didn’t have to.

When you got to his office, the door was partially shut, though the light was on behind it, the glow visible as it spilled out into the main office area. “Tim?” Knocking twice, you pushed the door open. “I’m here, I -”

Cutting yourself off when you saw that he was on the phone, you winced and mouthed the word sorry to him before pushing the door mostly shut behind you and taking a seat on the chair opposite his. The conversation was a lot of Tim humming in agreement and saying “yeah, ok” and “sure. If you want”, but throughout it, he never took his eyes off of you. 

It still made you feel giddy sometimes when he stared at you, his dark eyes assessing your form with quiet and unashamed interest. But the difference now was that you didn’t have to pretend you weren’t doing the same in return. Because he likes it just as much as I do. 

He hung up the phone a few minutes later, removing his glasses with two fingers before setting them down on his desk and raising that same hand to massage his temples. “I’m so fucking glad you’re here. Today’s been a shitshow.” 

You leaned forward and put your hand on his arm, but after a second you pulled it back, rising to your feet. Fuck that. Circling the desk, you stepped behind his chair and then leaned down, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face against the side of his neck as you squeezed. “It’s almost over, Tim.” You didn’t know what had happened - or why he was upset, but it didn’t matter. “Is there anything I can do?” 

“No.” He angled his head toward you, using both hands to squeeze your forearms. “You’re here. That’s enough.” 

The two of you stayed like that for long moments, Tim’s office completely silent aside from the sounds of your quiet breaths, but he moved first, saying your name and then shifting in the chair. “What?”

“C’mon. Since you’re here now, we’re gonna go get some of that pie.” 

It took you a few minutes to get everything together, but after a quick trip to the break room and a stop at the coffee maker, the two of you were back in his office with the door shut, the light from his desk lamp softly illuminating the room. 

“I’m sorry it’s not key lime.” You licked your fork clean, deciding to break the tension. “That’s not very Thanksgiving, though.” 

“If it was key lime, I wouldn’t have bothered bringing it in.” He smiled, the man winking at you. “But no, this is great. Everyone that had some fucking loved it.” That made you feel good - you and Tim were still in the early stages of your relationship and you didn’t want to do too much, but it wasn’t a secret that he was dating someone, a few of his coworkers regularly asking about you and how you were doing. “I probably won’t get out of here until late tonight.” 

You’d known it was coming - the phone call and stack of folders on his desk were good indicators - but it still made you sad. “How late?”

“Midnight? Maybe after? I’m not sure. Since everyone’s with their families and all the stores are closed, it’s a good time to poke around on a couple cases.” He broke a piece of crust off and popped it in his mouth, frowning. “I hate leaving you alone on a holiday.” 

That admission in and of itself was huge, and spoke volumes about his feelings toward you. Well, shit. “It’s just a day, Tim.” You shrugged, wiping apple filling from your fingers with a napkin. “It was just going to be the two of us anyway. I can stop on the way home and grab dinner before I spend the rest of the night watching Netflix. It’s no different than any other -”

“It should be.” He sighed, pushing himself away from his desk. “C’mere.” You circled the desk and stood in front of him, waiting. “I’m gonna make this up to you.” 

“You don’t need to.” Giving him a tight smile, you shrugged. “I promise.” The last thing you wanted was for him to beat himself up over something he couldn’t control - and that you were well aware of as a possibility. “Wh-” He reached out and took your hand as he stood, urging you closer with his other arm wrapped around your waist. “Tim.” 

“You’ll let me.” He smiled, lips hovering just above yours. “You like it when I apologize to you.” That was true - and had been true since the first time after the Ryan confrontation - and though you didn’t like having misunderstandings with Tim, making up once you’d gotten past them was more than enjoyable. And we both know it. 

“I do.” Agreeing, you kissed him on the mouth, the press of your lips lingering. “But so do you.” He laughed at that, letting go of your hand to wrap you in both arms before kissing you again, lips parted so that he could slip his tongue through. 

You tasted apple in his kiss, and when you parted so that you could take a breath, you saw a smear of the filling at the corner of his mouth and on his mustache. “Hey, wait a second.” Reaching up, you swiped at it with your thumb, Tim’s eyes widening when he realized what you were doing. “I can’t walk out of here with filling all over my…” 

Trailing off, you took a short breath when Tim turned his head, enveloping the tip of your thumb with his lips and sucking, his eyes half closed. I wasn’t … fuck. His teeth grazed your skin as he drew his lips back and you gasped again, body going stiff. But Tim was ready, taking a half step forward so that you were forced against the edge of his desk, your thighs pressed to the beveled surface and his flush with yours. 

“How about you don’t walk out of here just yet?” He whispered the words, a smirk appearing on his lips. “There’s no one else around, and when my door’s shut, they all know not to bother me.” Your stomach bottomed out at the implication of his words, head moving up and down in a nod before you’d even thought through your answer. Oh, hell yes. “You sure?”

“Fuck yeah, Detective Rockford.” He growled and then was kissing you again, the action a little more desperate than it had been moments earlier. And you didn’t mind, easing yourself into a sitting position on his desktop and widening the spread of your legs so that he could move even closer. He broke away from your mouth and kissed his way down your cheek and over your jaw, teeth grazing the skin there. 

And when you lifted a hand to tangle your fingers in his hair, giving the locks a sharp tug, his hips jerked forward. The man ground against you briefly and let you know exactly how sure he was. 

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[honestlydarkprincess]

WIP Wednesday!

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eddie 5+1 dates has gotten completely out of control, we're at 9.6k and i'm still writing the 5th date. someone stop me. anyway, have a snippet!

“Hey, you okay? Why’d you leave so fast. I thought we were going to hang out like we usually do after one of these.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry. I just have a lot on my mind and I needed to get home,” Buck replied.

“Oh,” Eddie tried not to feel hurt at that, that Buck hadn’t stuck around so Eddie could help him talk through whatever was on his mind. Because that’s what they did. They had each others backs. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No, it’s okay,” Buck cleared his throat. “How was your call with Pepa?”

Eddie bit his lip hard as he debated whether or not to let Buck change the subject. Ultimately he decided he didn’t want to push this over the phone, so he went with the topic change. “It was fine, she was surprised that tonight didn’t work out, though. Apparently she had had ‘really good feeling’ about this one.”

Buck chuckled. “She’s said that about every single one of them.”

“Yeah,” Eddie made a face. “But she’s already got another date lined up so she can’t be too broken up about it.”

Eddie had been hoping for another chuckle but all he got was silence on Buck’s end. “Buck? Seriously, what’s up? Are you…is having to babysit so much bothering you?”

“Of course not, Eddie,” Buck said quickly, sounding offended. “You know I love spending time with Christopher.”

“Then what’s going on? Why were you so weird tonight? Why are you being weird now?”

“Maybe it’s just hard for me to see you go on dates, okay!” Buck burst out in a huff. He regretted the words the moment they left his lips and he sighed. “Sorry, forget I said that. I gotta go, Eds. I’ll talk to you later.”

Eddie was left staring at his phone, unable to comprehend what had just happened. He couldn’t make sense of his thoughts so he decided to go to bed, resigning himself to figuring out how to fix this in the morning.

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[lheewonz]

My Future Is Yours ╱╱ 종성 ✧ p.js

synopsis :: ceo’s son!jay x male!reader go on vacation in paris

“summertime is meant to fall in love”

The city is too big. Too many interruptions, too many people.

So Jay takes you on vacation, just the two of you, just how he likes it.

warning :: mentioned arranged marriage, implied homophobia

word count :: 5.5k

“There’s only one bed?” Your voice comes out a little louder than intended.

“Uhm, yea.” Jay’s eyes flick towards you almost nervously. “This is my parents anniversary vacation home, they don’t usually take me with them.”

“Ew, don’t tell me that.”

“Don’t worry I had the sheets and mattress changed. If it’s a problem I can find us a hotel instead?”

“No.” You turn away from the bed and instead choose to focus on starting to unpack the small amount of stuff you had. “We just haven’t shared a bed since high school. I’m being weird, don’t worry about it.”

“Okay.” He sounds weirdly relieved and also starts unpacking. Jay looks over to the small space I put my stuff in. “I can’t believe you didn’t know we were staying for a month.”

You scoff at him. “I can’t believe you forgot to let me know we were staying for a month.”

“This is why I tell you to pack early.”

“It’s fine, I’ll just steal your clothes.” Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the way Jay lets a small smile grace his face at your words. A ding sounds off in the somewhat quiet room, and Jay picks it up. A couple of seconds later he aggressively taps on the screen before tossing it onto the bed. “Who was it?”

“My dad.”

“Is he bothering you about the company?”

“Kind of... He wants me to get married.” It’s silent after he says that. You stop what you’re doing and stare at him as if he’s grown two heads, a pit of dread fills your stomach.

“What?”

Jay sighs, “He’s trying to arrange a marriage with one of our stronger affiliate companies for more money.” You sit down on the bed, trying to wrap your head around the situation. The idea of Jay getting married, for any reason, filled you with negative emotions you didn’t even want to try deciphering.

“But you’re only 21? I thought your dad was reasonable.”

Jay scoffs. “He can be anything, but reasonable sometimes. He told me by the time he was 21 he had already met and planned to marry my mom. And ‘You should’ve settled down already’.” Jay mocks his father’s voice. He shakes his head and finishes putting the rest of his clothes in the drawers. “Mind if we skip dinner tonight? I need to sleep on this.”

“Oh, yea no that’s fine. I’m pretty tired anyway. Do you want your honey?’ You lean down to fish it out of your bag since Jay’s own bag had been filled with other necessities. You hold it out to him, he sends you a small smile and takes it from you.

“Thanks.”

“Of course.”

After the both of you wash up and fix your luggage so no one falls, you settle into bed beside each other. In the darkness you stare at the ceiling, laying as straight as you can so you don’t disturb Jay when he's sleeping. You can hear clicks of the honey cap opening and closing until about 15 minutes later, Jay’s breathing evens out.

You wait a few minutes to make sure he’s really asleep before sitting up and pulling out your laptop. You spend less than 10 minutes finding a mall you think Jay will enjoy going to, to take his mind off the arranged marriage situation. After calculating how far away it was from the house and planning how long to be gone, you shut down the laptop and set it aside.

As you lay down to sleep the last thought on your mind is about the sour feelings you had gotten when Jay mentioned marriage.

Aside from that, the first couple of days of your and Jay’s trip was uneventful but peaceful. They were mainly spent shopping and then visiting tourist attractions before dinner. You had quickly gotten over the slight awkwardness at having to share a bed with Jay, especially when you had woken up randomly on the 4th night with him draped across your back, his arms encircling you loosely.

It had felt warm, and incredibly domestic, and in your sleepy haze, you had turned over in his arms to bury your face into his neck and go back to sleep. When you had woken up again, Jay had surprised you with breakfast in bed that he made himself. While you ate, Jay listed off tourist attractions to visit for the day, and then make reservations at some fancy, expensive restaurant.

You had quickly gotten used to this new routine, already having an attraction picked out when Jay had woken you that morning: the Eiffel Tower.

The morning seemed to drag on forever. Jay had proposed visiting the shopping center again that morning before the Eiffel Tower, and of course, you couldn’t say no. He pulled you in the direction of multiple shops he hadn’t had the chance to visit the first time and basically exhausted you with all the running around that was happening.

You had paused in front of a store to catch your breath while Jay went on ahead. As you were hunched over and heaving for air, the light reflecting off of something shiny caught your eye and you realized you were standing in front of a jewelry store. The glinting light attracted your attention once more and you walk closer to the display window.

A pair of silver rings glint once more under the light.

The rings make you smile and for a moment you try to remember how it feels to want to have a future with someone. Instead, you remember how once upon a time you did want to have a future with someone, only for them to ruin your life. Now the only person in your life you couldn’t imagine continuing on without was Jay. The same man who was currently running at you with a speed you didn’t know he possessed.

“Woah-“ You hold your arms out to catch him as he barrels into you after tripping over a loose stone.

“Sorry.” Jay looks to the side at the display window and then back at you. “We have to go Y/n. I want to go to a couple more shops and then we’re going to the tower.”

You groan again, knowing that means you’ll be dragged around again, but at least you’re a couple of stores closer to where you want to be. As Jay pulls you along, he takes one last long glance at the jewelry store, as if committing it to memory, and then fully sprinting away with you in hand.

The sprinting doesn’t stop until you get back to the vacation home after taking as many pictures as you had storage for in front of the Eiffel Tower.

The two of you had ended up staying outside almost all day. Instead of going to one of the fancy restaurants Jay seemed to adore, the both of you had walked around exploring the Parisian street food and Jay got to show off his French skills, smiling bashfully at the compliments he received.

You were absolutely exhausted and napped as soon as you had laid your head onto your pillow. A couple of hours later you wake up to Jay walking back into the room hiding something in his hands, but when you open your mouth to ask, he shushes you and you chalk it up to be nothing and decide to just go to sleep for the night.

The next day you forego visiting a tourist attraction, social battery burnt out from all the random chatter you partook in at all the other sites and all the late night dinners.

Jay sits on the edge of the bed, laptop in his hands as he looks up places to get lunch from. You lay across the bed behind him, holding your switch above your face playing Animal Crossing.

The silence is comfortable, the two of you just basking in each other’s presence. Occasionally you open your mouth to curse Tom Nook’s name and Jay would chuckle, but otherwise, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Eventually, your stomach growls loudly and you groan. “When’s the food going to be here?”

“Should be about 20 minutes.” You groan louder in response, tossing the switch off to the side annoyed and bored.

Your eyes close to think. Not about anything in particular, but you find your thoughts drifting to Jay’s arranged marriage. The sour feeling spreads throughout your chest, but you ignore it. You think about what Jay had relayed to you and an idea pops into your head.

After Jay shuts off the laptop, setting it off to the side, and lays down beside you, you speak. “I’ve been thinking, your dad would call off the marriage if you got a boyfriend, right?”

“Yeah, I guess. What are you suggesting?” Jay looks at you curiously, almost hopeful.

“We’re in Paris, Jay. It has to be named the ‘City of Love’ for a reason.” You choose to ignore the resurfacing sour feelings once more. “I’m sure you could find someone in the 3 weeks we have left here. Someone has to meet your picky standards.”

“Picky?”

You shrug. “You’ve been single for the entire time I’ve known you, I assumed you had way too high standards.”

Jay says nothing. A couple minutes pass and you turn around to see if he somehow fell asleep, only to be startled to find that he’s already staring at you. “What?”

“I’m… in love with someone already.”

Sadness clutches at your heart almost painfully, but you chalk it up to the fact that Jay hadn’t told you about it rather than anything else. “Were you ever going to tell me?”

“Eventually, yes.”

“Okay, well do I know this guy?” You tried to keep your tone light, and neutral, but you weren’t sure how well that was working. Jay nods slowly. “What’s his name?”

Jay takes a deep breath. “Y/n.”

His answer makes your eyes widen. “Oh.”

It’s painfully silent after that. Jay continues staring at you while you look anywhere but at him. Questions build up inside you and threaten to spill past your lips.

“You don’t-” Jay starts to speak, but you can’t stop a question from escaping you.

“When?”

“Huh?”

“When… or how long have you, uhm, loved me?”

Jay takes another deep breath, like it’s almost painful to admit, and sits up. “When you were dating Jihoon. I don’t know if you remember, but we were hanging out after the movies and I asked you why you were with him and you said you didn’t see a good future with him, but ‘Who else would love me like this?’. And I remember being upset and thinking I would love you the way you deserve… That was when I realized.”

Your mouth goes dry and you sit up as well. “That was... 5 years ago Jay.”

“I know.”

“I’m sorry, Jay.” The way Jay’s face falls just slightly as if he knew what you were going to say, but still had a little hope, makes your heart break a little. “I can’t say I feel the same. Ever since Jihoon, I’ve never thought of dating.”

The silence returns. You want to say something, but you’re not sure how to make this better. A part of you feels as if you should’ve just accepted his confession, you’ve known Jay for long enough to know that he would be perfect, but you also know that Jay deserves you being genuine with him. A part of you regrets bringing up the topic in the first place. Another part of you thinks that you should explore this.

Dating Jay would be so easy. He already knows almost everything about you (and vice versa), Jay could cook, he was sweet and always considerate of your feelings, and there was no worry about him outing you to your parents as that had already been done (thanks Jihoon). Really there were no cons, except that Jay could realize that dating you maybe wasn’t what he wanted, but he had already been in love with you for 5 years and had constantly seen you at your worst.

Maybe… you should give it a try. The worst that could happen is that it doesn’t work out.

For the entirety of your mental deliberation, Jay has been quiet and staring at the wall just past you. When you look at him you realize that maybe, you had taken a little too long to think. Jay was anxiously fiddling with the cap of his honey bottle.

“I have an idea.” Jay’s eyes focus on you immediately. “I- I wouldn’t be opposed to dating you.”

“But you don’t like me.” Jay shakes his head. “Don’t date me because you feel bad.”

A frown finds its way onto your face. “I wouldn’t do that to you. I didn’t say I would be your boyfriend, just that we should date. Isn’t the whole point of dating trying to find out if a relationship is worth pursuing?”

It’s Jay’s turn to frown. “If you thought I was worth pursuing, you would’ve liked me already.”

“Jay…” You sigh. “You of all people know how things were for me after Jihoon broke up with me. I wasn’t really looking to pursue anything, with anyone. If I had known you had liked me before, maybe we’d dating already.”

He raises an eyebrow at your words. “So, what? You want to… give it a ‘trial run’ or something?”

“Basically.” You shrug. “We still have about 3 weeks left on vacation. We could date for the rest of our vacation and I’ll tell you how I feel.”

Jay thinks and then shakes his head again. “I don’t understand why you’re doing this.”

“Because I don’t want to just move past this without giving it a chance and regretting it later.”

Jay scuffs his feet against the carpet taking his time to think about your proposal. “…What will happen after..? If you don’t like me..?”

“That’s up to you, but I hope we could still be friends after.”

Jay looks you in the eyes, and serious as ever. “I couldn’t live my life without you.”

“I couldn’t live mine without you either.” You hold eye contact with him, noting the very light blush on his cheeks. “So…? Are we doing this?”

A hand comes up to hide the small smile on his face and then goes to rub the back of his neck. “Can I start right now?”

“With what?”

“I want to cuddle with you until the food gets here.”

“We always do that?” You watch him hold his arms out to you and you scoot towards him. It feels just a little bit awkward as his arms wrap around you and pull you closer. He lays down with you in his arms and you can feel the way his breath hits your ear and you can hear how fast his heart is beating.

“It feels different now.”

If you focus enough to distract yourself from the way Jay surrounds you completely, you can feel the way your own heart is beating fast. “Yeah, you’re right.”

The following weeks are… different.

Well, not that different from when they had first arrived, but now that you know how Jay feels, and you’ve both agreed to try dating, everything feels… different. Everything Jay does feels more purposeful in a way. The feeling of being spoiled grows exponentially.

The way Jay has added in light forehead kisses to his routine of waking you up with breakfast ready. The way Jay buys everything you show the slightest amount of interest in. The way Jay insists on you wearing his clothes for dinner. The way Jay cuddles you at night, tightly holding onto you like he’s afraid you’ll be gone when he wakes up.

All the little things he did, that have changed just slightly, and now you can see his intentions.

Eventually, you run out of places you want to visit, so instead the both of you start to spend your days tangled up in each other. Sometimes you’re silent, and Jay checks his emails maybe even getting a little work done (so he’s not terribly behind when the both of you finally go back) while you play games or nap beside him. Other times the both of you sit on the balcony, huddled up together under a blanket, and talk. Jay would bring out the good wine and you would get a little tipsy, giggling into each other before dinnertime.

After a longer day of drinking on the balcony, you end up skipping dinner and settling in with Jay to sleep. You fell asleep to Jay stroking your hair and whispering words that made you blush lightly into your ear, the last thought on your mind being "I don’t want this to end".

It wasn’t until the next morning that you started thinking about how you felt. You had woken up first for a change and quickly turned off Jay’s alarm to let the pretty boy beside you sleep longer. As you shifted around in the bed, Jay’s grip on you tightened and you stopped to look and see if you had woken him. All you saw was his pouting sleeping face. Your smile is involuntary and you reach over to brush the hair out of his face before managing to maneuver yourself out of his arms and replace yourself with a pillow.

Quietly, you walk into the kitchen, after brushing your teeth and washing your face, determined to surprise Jay for a change, despite your lack of cooking experience. How hard can it be?

Surprisingly, you made it through the eggs okay, all that was left was to actually finish cooking the rest of them after your little test to see if you seasoned them right. You decided to put the eggs on the stove to cook and then turn your focus to mixing the waffle batter, which would be the worst idea you’ve had in a while.

Ten minutes later the fire alarm goes off after you’ve left the eggs on the stove for far too long while you were trying to fix the waffle batter that was way too watery. Jay slowly walks into the kitchen, still sleepy and extremely confused, as you just stare at the burning eggs. He reaches around you to turn off the stove, picks up the pan, and puts it in the sink, letting the water run. He shuffles back to you and wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head against your shoulder. “If you were hungry, why didn’t you wake me up?”

“I wanted to surprise you…” Jay frowns at your dejected tone and runs a hand up and down your back comfortingly. “I’m sorry.”

“The batter looks-“

You shake your head, interrupting him. “It’s too watery. I kept adding flour to make it better, but then there was too much flour, so I put more water and now it’s too watery and there’s too much batter.”

Jay’s silent for a moment and then he pulls back. He angles your head down and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Thank you for trying. Do you want to clean up and then go to the cafe for breakfast?”

“I’m paying.” Jay opens his mouth to protest, but you cut him off before he can speak. “I want to pay, please?”

“Fine.”

The two of you get to work, Jay cleaning the numerous amount of utensils and bowls you used, while you cleaned up the rest of the kitchen, somehow managing to find flour in random cracks and crevices. Afterward, Jay pulls you into the bedroom and tosses one of his hoodies at you.

“Why’d you tell me to pack clothes if you were just gonna make me wear yours.”

Jay shrugs. “I can’t help what I like. Do you want to walk to the-?”

“Yes.” You cut him off by accident, blushing at the way he raises his eyebrow at your eagerness. “…I want to hold your hand.”

Jay laughs at your shyness. “We can still hold hands in the car?”

“I know, but it’s… different. Shut up.” His laughter grows louder. You slip his hoodie on over your shirt and leave the room to wait by the door and put your shoes on. Minutes later Jay comes out wearing a hoodie and sweatpants like you, his shoes already on.

He grabs the house keys and then reaches for your hand. “If you get tired, I’m not carrying you back.”

You scoff at him as he opens the door, pulling you through it. “You will.”

“I will.” He agrees and smiles at you. It’s then, looking at his smiling face, that you realize just how much you like him and how you were stupid to not realize it earlier. The way your mood soured when Jay mentioned the possibility of an arranged marriage. There was a very fine line between cuddling as friends and cuddling as friends that liked each other, and you were certain that you and Jay had crossed that line numerous times over the years. The way you had felt about Jay had been pretty set in stone for over 4 years, and yet it was only now that you were realizing those feelings weren’t just admiration or platonic love, but genuine like (or love considering it’s been 4 years).

The walk to the cafe continues in silence as you think about the man next to you. The past 2-3 weeks have made you realize just how blind you’ve been. It had been such a shock to you when Jay had first told you how he felt, but as you walk, it hits you that the way he’s been treating you hasn’t changed, aside from his touches becoming more confident after he confessed.

You remember how he used to hover around you, even before the two of you became such good friends. Every memory of the beginnings of your friendship that you can think of involve Jay around you in some capacity, seemingly desperate to be in your space, despite him only being friends with other mutual friends at the time. You squeeze his hand, smiling when he reciprocates, reminiscing on how far the both of you have come in 6 years.

The bell of the cafe startles you out of your memories. Jay greets one of the workers with a wave and he pulls you to a secluded booth in the back and you sit face to face. Seconds later the employee Jay waved at brings your food and you raise your eyebrow at him.

“I may have called beforehand.”

You squint at him, “Did you pay beforehand?” All of a sudden Jay seems to find the menu more interesting than your conversation. You scoff at him and pull your hand out of his grasp.

“No- Wait, I’m sorry.” He reaches for your hand again, but you scoot further into the booth away from him. “Y/n…” He scoots towards you, but you scoot away again. “Come back.”

You give him the stink eye, “No. Stay over there.”

Jay, of course, does not listen and it turns into the two of you scooting around the booth, circling each other. The food is starting to get cold, and it seems there’s no end to this, until- “Y/n, baby, please.”

The pet name makes you pause, your hands coming up to conceal the blush spreading across your cheeks, and seconds later Jay’s arms encircle your waist. “Got you.”

You roll your eyes at his smug tone and then reach across the table to grab your food. “You want me so bad.”

“I do.”

“I know that… now.” You rest your head on his shoulder. “I was thinking about how you used to follow me around, earlier.”

Jay barks out a laugh at that, briefly attracting the attention of the other cafe customers. “Yeah, I guess I did.”

“You’re finally making progress after 6 years, how do you feel?” You hold your fist up to his mouth as if you were holding a mic.

“Can I be honest?”

“Always.”

“Like I want to kiss you.” Your eyes widen a bit. “Can I?”

You stumble over your words as you respond. “I- Yea. Yes, you don’t have to ask.”

Jay’s hand finds your chin and tilts your head up to face him. Your heart pounds as he leans in and you forget that you’re out in public. His lips meet yours and you almost forget to breathe. The kiss is special, but not special in a way that you felt sparks fly, more so that kissing Jay felt so natural, like a piece of you that you didn’t realize was missing until you had it. The kiss is a chaste one, not lasting very long, and as soon as Jay pulls away you lean in for another peck.

You settle down against his shoulder and finally start eating your, now cold, breakfast sandwich. Beside you, Jay can’t stop smiling. “Eat your food. I woke up too early for this.”

“You can nap if you want to, I know you woke up earlier than usual. You even turned off my alarm.”

“You drank more than I did, I wanted you to rest.” You shrug, taking another bite of your sandwich. “I thought you said you weren’t going to carry me.”

Jay finally takes a bite of his own breakfast. “I changed my mind. I might get weird looks, but I’d rather you get as much rest as you can.”

You finish up the last couple bites of your sandwich and then interlace your fingers with his as you close your eyes. “If you insist.”

“Y/n? Are you awake?” Jay's voice calls out to you softly from above. Your eyes stay closed and you only hum in response. A sigh leaves you when you feel Jay’s hand start to card through your hair. “Wake up, it’ll be time for dinner soon.” With your eyes still closed you pout, irritated at the thought of having to get up, and Jay laughs softly. Seconds later you feel his lips brush against your forehead. “Okay, I’ll cancel the reservation.”

The resulting small smile on your face must look silly because Jay laughs louder this time. Your smile grows a bit wider when Jay kisses your cheek, and wider when he does it again, until you’re laughing and he’s pressed kisses all over your face. After a few minutes, Jay pauses and you take the time to calm yourself and mentally prepare to open your eyes. A few more minutes pass and you can feel Jay’s stare.

You open your eyes to see Jay lost in thought above you, eyebrows furrowed and lips pouting slightly. You reach up to smooth his wrinkles with your thumb, “What are you thinking about?”

You watch Jay contemplate his answer before he opens his mouth. “Marry me.”

Your eyebrows raise in surprise. Your shocked eyes meet his intense ones, as he stares back at you intently, awaiting your response. A nervous chuckle escapes you, “I feel like you skipped a couple chapters.”

Your nervous tone seems to remind Jay of your current situation and he backtracks quickly. “Not- I didn’t mean right now.” He moves to sit beside you as you sit up to listen to him better. “I would love to marry you one day. It’s just… I’ve been in love with you for so long just asking to be your boyfriend doesn’t feel like enough.” His hand reaches into his pocket and pulls out a box.

He laughs when you shift beside him nervously. “Whatcha got there?”

“Relax, I’m not proposing, yet.” He opens the box to reveal the matching rings you had seen earlier that week. “They’re promise rings.”

“Oh.” You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

“I saw you staring at them, and I may have gotten a bit ahead of myself. I bought them while you were sleeping.” Jay holds his hand out for yours, grabbing one of the rings with his other hand. When you place your shaky hand into his, he slips the ring onto your middle finger and presses a kiss to the back of your hand. “I want to promise my future to you. I’m not asking you to promise the same thing, you don’t even have to wear the ring if you don’t want to. Just have it and know that I love you- That I’m in love with you, and there isn’t much I wouldn’t do for you.”

“What if I didn’t want to put a label on us and we just stayed like this? Just Y/n and Jay.” Jay leans forward and presses his forehead against yours.

“That’s okay. My time is yours to waste if you choose to do so.”

You close your eyes and take a moment to process what he says. “That’s dangerous, Jay.”

“I don’t mind anything as long as it’s you.”

“…Then I guess you’re lucky your boyfriend isn’t some psycho who would take advantage of that.”

“Boyfriend?” You feel Jay pull away from you and open your eyes to see his hopeful expression.

“Give me your hand.” You grab the other ring from the box. Jay’s eyes follow as you slip the ring onto his middle finger and then lace your hands together. “I want to promise the world to you. You deserve so much, you’ve been with me through everything. I want to promise my future to you as well…” A long pause follows as you try to find the right words.

Jay closes his eyes, seemingly preparing himself for whatever else you have to say. “But?”

“But I can’t.” He exhales sharply.

“You know better than anyone how I feel about commitment. I really lo-“ You stop short, realizing what you were about to say, and look down to avoid the way Jay’s gaze turned to you quickly. “I, uhm... I really like you, Jay. Even before realizing how I liked you, I never imagined my future without you. So, no, I can’t promise my future to you, yet. But know that I will get there and it won’t be a waste of time and in the meantime I want you to be my boyfriend.”

For a moment it’s like everything stops as Jay processes what you say. He opens his eyes and stares at you first, then lowers his gaze to the rings. “Can I kiss you?”

“I already said you don’t have to ask.”

“Yea, but it’s a serious moment, and I-“

“Jay.” You interrupt what you can tell will develop into a ramble.

“Right.” In no time at all Jay’s lips meet yours, gentle, but filled with passion. He leans forward into the kiss, pushing you backward to lie on the bed. He pulls back slightly, pressing a couple more light kisses to your lips. “Being your boyfriend sounds amazing.”

“Good.” You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his torso. “You’re stuck with me.”

Jay’s chuckle makes your face flush. “There’s no one else I’d rather be stuck with.” A quick kiss is pressed on your cheek.

“You should call your dad. Since.. you know.”

“Oh. Right.” Jay rises from the bed and grabs his phone on the way to the bathroom for privacy. You stay laid across the bed and think about the future. A furious blush spread across your cheeks as you remember what Jay had said earlier about marrying you. You can picture your future together already, waking up to him beside you every morning, every anniversary being treated as the most important holiday, adopting together, and having a family.

While you’re lost in thought, smiling to yourself, Jay comes back into the room smiling. He plops down onto the bed beside you. “My dad said he already knew.”

“Then wha-“

“I don’t know, I stopped questioning him a long time ago.” Jay then frowns. “He also said he’ll disown me if I ever break your heart.”

You laugh sharply. “I had a feeling he loved me. No matter how much he acts like he doesn’t.”

“He’s gonna start treating you like you’re his son instead of me.” Jay shifts towards you, resting his head on his hand. “What were you thinking about?”

You sigh softly and turn your head towards him, “Us. The future.”

“You don’t have to think about it too much. I’m willing to wait as long as you need me to.”

You simply smile at him and shrug. “I think I feel good about the future.”

“You do?” You can see the way Jay fails to fight off his smile. “Why?”

“Because it’s with you.” Jay surges forward, capturing your lips once more. The kiss is slow and purposeful. Your hands come up to find purchase in Jay’s hair, trying to pull him closer against you, despite being as close as you can be. The long kiss eventually dissolves into a series of kisses.

“I’m extending our vacation.” He says between kisses.

“Oh? Okay.”

“i’m asking for your love, i don’t wanna go home”

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a/n :: the rings can look however you want em to look fr fr but these are ones i found n really like.. it took me 2-3 weeks to write this i'm so sick

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[professional-benaddict]

my part 15🖤🖤

part 14 in the reblog by @winterspiderpurrs

“The brat drugged me!” Tony’s words are a bit slurry and he sways on his feet.

“Rightfully so. Let’s get you to lay down before you hurt youself.” Stephen says, stepping forward but Tony slaps his hand away.

“The fuck?! Are you crazy? Defen-defending Peter? He drugged me!” Tony roars.

Now Peter is definitely sure Tony took something, because this rage seems over the top. Besides, he is still up and talking, even with half a sedative in his system.

“You, asshole…” Stephen mutters, and with one harsh push, he shoves his husband back so he falls onto the bed.

The shove knocks the air out of Tony for a second, but it was probably more due to the shock of being pushed. It wouldn’t hurt him physically, but the man looks confused and blinks slowly on the bed. He mumbles something, then finally passes out. It seems the sudden change in posture helped the sedative kick in fully.

Stephen grumbles something under his breath. He comes closer to the bed, checking Tony’s pulse and feeling his breath against the palm of his hand. He loosens his husband’s tie, then turns to Peter who is still on the floor.

“Let me see your throat, yeah? Steve, could you get an ice pack?”

——

10 minutes later, Tony starts waking up. He does not immediately remember how he ended up on his bed, in one of his good suits, but there he is, staring at the ceiling.

The boss sits up with a groan, and he has to put his head in his hands to try and stop the room from spinning. He blinks his eyes, focusing his gaze.

“Oh, you’re up. Don’t go anywhere though, or I’ll just shove you back in.” Stephen says, sounding either bored or annoyed.

Stephen and Peter are sat in the chairs across from the bed. The doctor is checking the nurse’s throat, making mental notes on the bruising and swelling. Peter’s tears from earlier have been replaced by flushed cheeks, but now that Tony is awake and fixing his mean look on him again, the tears threaten to come back.

“You-”

“Anthony! You shut your mouth.” Stephen says lowly, making his husband pause.

“Why? Who are you, or you, to order me around? I was heading out to do business, and now it is all ruined thanks to you two.”

“I’m your husband, that’s who. You’d be dead ten times over without me, so I order you around. And Peter has been nothing but kind and extremely patient with you, and you went an attacked him like hot-headed asshole. You disappoint me, husband.” Stephen says the last word with such venom that even Peter feels sick at hearing it.

Tony’s eyes darken, but he averts them. A sign of defeat. Peter watches the interaction in amazement.

“It’s not even that bad. He’s fine. You’re just fussing for nothing.” Tony grumbles.

Peter swallows hard. It hurts his throat, and the tears also add to the pain. He rises from his seat and walks over to Tony. The nurse keeps his chin up, looking down at the man under his nose. The lights make the darkening bruises around Peter’s throat look even more visible.

Peter waits for Tony to meet his eyes and holds his gaze. He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t need to. Then, he walks out of the room.

Now Peter knows who is in charge around the house.

[lou-lj]

always there for you

theodor nott x fem reader

(fluff/ hurt comfort)

summary: Theo invites you to a slithering party but it doesn’t go as planned (also y’all not a couple but the crush is incredibly visible) (maybe i should write more about how this crush develops?)

warnings: anxiety attack

“Hey Y/n, i’ve searched the whole castle for you! How long have you been in here?” The tall brown haired boy stood before you with his green tie hanging loose around his neck. “Theo maybe you forgot, but we have to write our transfiguration essay to next week, which makes half of our grade.“ A small smile flys over his features as he closes the books lying in front of you. “That answered my question, let’s go eat dinner, pansy is saving your favorite pie.” You stretched while a yawn escaped your mouth “Oh that does sound nice.” Theo collected your pullover, books and bag as you shoved your writing utensils in said bag. Which he draped over his shoulder lightly shoving you out the library.

Together you arrived at the great hall where some people were already eating, while others just arrived or left. You went over to his friend group sitting down next to Blaise, “Hey you look as if you just woke up, here.” He handed you something that looked like juice but when you tried it the strong alcohol was definitely noticeable. “Y’all partying tonight or what’s that for?” you asked as you gave the cup back to the grinning boy. “Yeah, well actually the Stytherins are throwing a party for our quidditch team tonight. I wanted to ask if you maybe would come, just if you want to i know partys aren’t your thing, but i thought maybe youd be down to celebrate my win… I mean not my win just you know i part of the team and-" Pansy came to his rescue as he began to loose the topic in his ramble. “I’ll be there too, we’ll all be and we’d like you to come!“ You gave it a thought but decided to agree, if you didn’t like it you could just leave. It wouldn’t be a big deal “Sure i come to celebrate you Theo.“ you said while shooting him a wink. “Here you are y/n! We need you, Mandy cut her own hair and is now having a mental breakdown.“ Sue Li one of your roommates stood behind you, smiling apologetic. “Oh man ok sure, see y’all later!“ With that you vanished out the hall.“She forgot to eat, i’ll save her some for later right? Yes she should eat before drinking.“ Pansy laughed at Theo, while Draco shook his head “God you’re so crushing on this girl!“ “What? No way.”

After helping your friends and changing out of your uniform your watch was already on 8:45pm so you just quickly fixed up your hair and then sprinted to the slytherin common room. As you walked in Pansy who was clearly drunk hugged you. “Guys she made it!” The others cheered, as she dragged you onto some sort of dance area. The room was incredibly crowded and a heavy smell of sweat and alcohol mixed in your nose. “Here have a drink.” Matheo shoved a beer in your hand which came very handy for you as your mouth grew dryer every second. You took a sip while trying to relax. Theo who stood next to you leaned down to talk to you “I’m glad you still made it, everything fine with Mandy?” “Yeah we made it work, sorry that i’m late.” “No worry’s.”

The party grew even more crowded and louder every minute and you didn’t feel comfortable but the others were having fun so you weren’t gonna say anything. But Theo’s eyes were constantly on you and he didn’t need you to say anything in order of sensing your anxiousness. “Hey let’s get out of here yeah?”

He took your hand and lead you to his room. “You ok?” He turned to you after closing the door. Tears were streaming down your cheeks and your hands were trembling out of no where. “I- I don’t know Theo-“ He rushed to your side patting your cheeks dry with his sleeve. “Hey y/n look at me, you’re ok, alright? Breathe with me, come on let’s sit down.” he sat down on a bed placing you on his lap. You buried your head in his chest as he soothingly caressed your back.

“Ah shit i’m sorry for all this.” you half laugh after calming down. Theo shook his head while smiling at you “Nah stop being sorry for this kinda stuff i’m glad you’re ok.” “I’ll wash my face, be right back.” He nodded while opening a window. As you came back a slight breeze was coming from the window where Theo sat. “Come here, I took some food from diner cause you left with out eating and-“ You smiled while walking towards him, “Thanks,” you sat down next to him unpacking the food while leaning onto his chest “not just for the food but for helping me and being there for me.” “I didn’t mind. I’ll always be there for you, ya know that?”

A/N: Hey guys, I’m not really happy with how this fic turned out, but I wanted to post something cause I feel like it’s been some time. I don’t even know what’s going on I just hadn’t had the time or motivation to write much lately. I hope y’all still happy with what i put on here cause i’m just confused with myself hahah….. idk what this note is, live with it or don’t i’m a mess it happens sorry, love y’all :)

[snugglebug-92]

Steve Holtz x Reader

You knock on the door before letting yourself in. You take your shoes off before walking into the living room. You get about 3 steps into the room before you are greeted with various versions of ‘hi mom’. You roll your eyes at the boys before greeting each one in turn. After you are done you look at Nolan.

“He in his room?” you question.

“Yeah. I haven’t seen him leave since practice ended.” he gives you a knowing look.

“Okay thanks, Cap,” you smile at the boy before trudging up the stairs. You make your way to his room knocking softly at the door. You don’t hear a response so you slowly open the door. Setting your backpack on his desk chair you notice the soft snores coming from your boyfriend. You change out of your jeans and sweater and into one of his hoodies. You lift up the blankets and slip next to your sleeping boyfriend.

“Go away Phil,” he groans.

“Baby I sure hope your roommates don’t just climb into your bed with you,” you giggle at your boyfriend's comment.

“What are you doing here?” he questions turning around to face you.

“You weren’t answering your phone and you missed lunch. I was worried about you,” you state as he starts to sit up, “I know you don’t feel good so I made you soup.”

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know but I wanted to. Plus I know you like it.”

“No I mean you don’t have to take care of me. I feel fine. It’s just a little cold.”

“Baby you missed your morning classes and our lunch date. You can’t be feeling fine.”

“You don’t know how I feel. I just needed to take a nap. I’m fine.”

“Sorry I worry about my boyfriend.”

“That’s the problem.”

“I don’t understand,” you question.

“That’s the problem. You don’t understand and you’re always up in my business.”

“I’m sorry baby. I can leave if you want.”

“Yeah, that would be great.”

“Okay. I can leave you alone. Do you want me to come back later?”

“No. Just stop being so clingy.”

“I’m sor-” “You know what. We should take a break,” he finally snaps.

“You don’t really mean that,”

“Yeah, I do. You’re too clingy and I can’t put up with you right now.”

“Baby I-”

“No y/n just stop. We need a break. Please leave.” he sighs running a hand through his hair.

“Okay. I’ll leave,” you sigh getting up. You put your jeans back on and tug his sweatshirt off hanging it back up before slipping your sweater on. You look back at him thinking he changed his mind but he didn’t. You take the thermos out of your backpack and set it on his desk.

“I’ll leave the soup for you,” you sniffle before walking out of his room. Making your way downstairs you see the boys haven’t moved much.

“How is he doing?” Phillipe questions noticing you’ve come down.

“He’s not doing too good,” you sniffle. This causes a few people to look over at you two.

“Hey mom can you help me with - are you okay?” Johnny questions.

“Yeah, I’m fine. What do you need help with?” you question quickly wiping your tears away.

“Could you help me with this paper?” he questions.

“You wanna do it now or?” you question.

“I just need you to proofread it.”

“Can you just email it to me?”

“Yeah, I’ll do that.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me. I’m the one who should be thanking you.” he finishes as you go to the front door so you can hurry up and leave.

“I’m going to head out. I’ll see you boys later.” you say running out the door before anyone can stop you. You quickly start walking so you can get away from the house as fast as possible. You make your way to your house and quickly head up to your room before anyone can stop you. You set your backpack down and change into an oversized t-shirt before climbing into bed. You grab your laptop to start proofreading Johnny’s paper. You make a few comments about things he should fix before shutting your laptop and heading downstairs to start your dishes. By the time you finish filling up the sink, the tears are now freely falling. You can’t believe it. 2 years. You had been together 2 years and it might be over just like that. One of your roommates comes over to help you dry the dishes.

“Hey I know dishes suck but it’s nothing to cry over,” she bumps your shoulder hoping to make you laugh. It doesn’t work and you only end up crying harder remembering that these dishes were from the soup you made for your now ex-boyfriend.

“Hey what’s wrong?” she questions.

“We broke up,” you sob.

“What?” she questions shocked.

“We bro-,”

“No I mean you two were like the definition of couple goals I just don’t get it,” she sighs.

“I went over and he said I was too clingy and that I don’t understand him anymore and,”  you trail off as your crumple to the floor wrapping your arms around your knees.

“Hey hey it’s okay. Just let it all out,” she says wrapping her arms around you. You lean into her and let it all out. Once you finally steady your breathing you rest your head on her shoulder.

“Can we get ice cream?” you question.

“Of course. What kind?” she asks.

“I don’t care. I just want ice cream.”

“We’ll get you ice cream,” she says texting your roommate to get you some ice cream. The 3 of you spend the rest of your night eating ice cream and watching one tree hill reruns.

It’s been about a since you and Steve broke up. Based on the boys' texts very few of them knew. You had only told Ethan when he came over to get some advice on how to talk to a girl he liked. He asked how you got together with Holtz and that’s when the dam broke and you told him everything. You asked him to not tell anyone and he didn’t but you knew it would eventually get out. What you didn’t expect was a call from coach saying Steve had just been brought to the hospital because he had a seizure and was very sick. You knew he hadn't been doing that good based on the updates from the boys. You quickly get dressed and head to the address of the hospital you had been texted. You park and head inside before going to the main desk.

“How are you here to see?” the lady questions.

“I’m here to see Steve Hotlz,” you look at her.

“Okay. I’m going to need your ID so I can make a name tag for you.” you had her your ID and grab the name tag from her before heading up to the 4th floor. When you get there you ask the nurse which room he is in. You place your hand on the door before it hits you. He doesn’t want you here. You broke up and he’s not yours to worry about. You take a step back getting ready to leave before you see an older woman smiling at you.

“There’s been a lot of boys going in and out of that room. He’d be happy to have his girl come and visit.” you look up at her and smile before heading into the room. That’s where your heart shatters. There are IVs in his arm and he’s on a respirator. You walk to the chair and pull it next to his bed. You grab his hand and hold it before resting your head on the edge of the bed. You sit there for a while before emailing your professors letting them know you were not going to be in class today. You text your roommates letting them know where you were before you power your phone off and look at the boy. His eyelids are slightly fluttering. He looks so relaxed and at peace. His brows are no longer furrowed and the constant beeping of his heart is a slow steady rhythm.

You don’t know how long you stay with him but eventually, you fall asleep. The pattern continues you study him being at a sense of peace you’ve only seen a few times. You eventually fall asleep which causes the pattern to restart. You know it’s been a few days of you only leaving for 20 minutes at most to get some food and go to the bathroom. Finally, on Friday a few of the boys come to visit after the game. Ethan sees your sleeping form slumped in the chair. He texted you about an hour after you told him you were at the hospital. He smiled at you before letting the boys know the two of you were sleeping. Eventually, you wake up to see Moyle standing on the other side of the room.

“You should go home and change clothes. Maybe eat some really food,” he says walking to the side you are one.

“I’m fine I just want to be here for him.” you sigh straightening up cringing when your back cracks.

“The nurse said you haven't left the floor since you got here which was,” he squints looking at your badge,” 5 days ago.”

“I’m fine Moyle. I just,” and that's when the tears start to fall.

“Hey now it will be okay,” he says coming to hug you.

“I’m scared Nol. I already lost him once what if I lose him again,” you sniffle.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, he didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“We broke up. That day I came over. He said that he needed a break and I was too clingy. I haven’t talked to him since.” you sigh.

“I didn’t know. I’m sorry.” “I don’t know what to do Nol. What if we woke up and decided he really doesn’t want me and that we are over. I can’t handle that. I’ve barely managed these past two weeks.” “Y/n that won’t happen. He’ll wake up and realize he’s dumb and you’ll get back together and it will be like nothing happened. I can stay here while you go and if you need anything text one of the boys and they’ll do whatever you need.”

“Okay. I’ll do that. I’ll be back in a few hours.” you sigh getting up and grabbing your bag. You walk down to the elevator and head home. You grab some of the extra soup you had in the freezer from two weeks ago and put it in a pot to reheat. You go to shower and change into a new pair of clothes before putting the soup in a thermos to have in case he wakes up. You also grab him a pair of clothes to change into for when he can be released. You put that into a bag and eat a sandwich before heading back to the hospital. You go to the front desk to a new name tag before heading back to his room. When you get there you see a few of the boys are they're talking about their weeks. You walk into the room and a bunch of the boys hugs you happy to see their mom again. All of them decide to leave giving you a hug before they leave. Ethan is the last one to leave giving you a hug and giving you a quick it will be okay. You sit down on the chair and continue the same routine you had the previous few days.

“Hi. I don’t even know if you want me here or if you ever wanted to see me again but I couldn’t not come. Coach called me and I’ve been here since. I love you and just because you told me to leave doesn’t mean I’m going to stop loving you. I’ll always be here for you,” you give him a kiss on the head before grabbing his hand and resting your chin on the edge of the bed. You eventually fall asleep. It doesn’t last long because soon you feel someone squeeze your shoulder.

“Hi, sweetie. I didn’t mean to wake you up,” you look up to see Mrs.Hotlz smiling down at you.

“Hi. How are you?” you question.

“I’m okay. I should be asking how you are. The nurse said you only left once since you got here.”

“I’m fine. Just worried. I know he’ll be okay I don’t know what will happen when he wakes up.”

“He’s gonna pop the question. You guys have only been together for 2 years but he loves you. And you didn’t hear this from me but he bought a ring.”

“I don’t think that’s gonna happen.” “What do you mean? I have never seen my son look at a girl the way he looks at you.”

“We broke up,” you whisper.

“WHAT!” she questions.

“Yeah about 2 weeks ago. He ended things.”

“I don’t understand. He showed me the ring a month ago. We came down to visit and he took us to dinner and showed it to us.”

“I was shocked too. But it happened and here we are now.”

“I’m sorry.” the two of you sit down and look at the boy before she leaves to answer a phone call from her husband. While she’s gone you feel someone squeeze your hand. You look up and see Steve slowly opening his eyes. You shoot up going to call the nurse before something can happen. They run a few tests before removing his breathing tube and letting you two go and see him.

“You should go, sweetie. I can call the boys and let them know,”

“Okay.” you walk into the room and see the boy sitting up.

“I brought you soup,” you start not knowing what to say to the boy.

“Really,” he looks up at you. You go to grab the thermos and pour it into a bowl for him to eat. You place it on his bedside table for him to eat.

“Honey I have too many IVs and sensors to eat right now. I wish I could,” he frowns.

“Here just sit there and I can do it,” you say grabbing a spoon to feed him. You feed him the soup and when he’s done you notice a few of the nurses are there to run some more tests.

“We were gonna get you something to eat and feed you but it seems like you already have someone for that,” one of the nurses smiles.

“Yeah I guess I have someone for that,” he smiles taking your hand in his.

“We’ll leave you two alone for now. Press the button if you need anything,” the last nurse says as she leaves the room.

“I should leave,” you sigh getting ready to go.

“Please stay. I’m sorry. I really am,” he grabs your hand forcing you to stay.

“I’m the one who should apologize. I didn’t give you your space and I was too clingy.”

“Honey. You have nothing to apologize for. I was the one who was a jerk and ended things. I still don’t know why I did that.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it's not. And you were right. You shouldn’t be here. Anyone else would have never given a second thought. They would have dropped me and never came. But you did. And I love you for that. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“I would do anything if it meant we could get back together.”

“Just ask,” you whisper. Cupping his cheek.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” he questions leaning into your touch.

“I’m all yours baby. Even when I wasn’t,” you lean in to kiss him. Placing your lips on his gently to test the waters. As soon as you pull away he chases back after you to catch your lips once again. After a second you pull away to go and let the others come into the room.

People stay for a few hours talking to the boy all happy he’s okay. They have him stay overnight for observation. The next morning you two leave hand-in-hand and for the first time in weeks, both of you finally feel whole again.

It’s been a few months since you and Steve got back together and you couldn’t be happier. Tonight is his first night back on the ice and everyone is excited.

“Baby, did you need help with your tie? I know you can never do it on your own,” you yell from the bathroom as you finish you makeup.

“I need help picking one out. Should I do blue or pink?” he questions.

“Do the blue one. That’ll look better with your undershirt,” you state as you head out from the bathroom. He grabs the tie and hands it to you while going to sit on the bed. You step in between his legs as you go to do his tie. You finish it and he stands up so he can leave to get to the rink.

“Not so fast,” you say grabbing his tie and pull him down to your level. You plant your lips on him and he’s fast to respond slotting his lips against yours.

“I’ll see you after the game?” he questions finally pulling away.

“I’ll be waiting in the tunnel for you handsome,” you smile.

“I love you.”

“I love you more baby.”

“Not possible,” he shakes his head at you before leaving. You finish getting ready and pull his jersey over your head before leaving to go to yost. You sit down next to Steve’s parents and a few of his family members who are all excited to see him play again.

As the third period starts the boys are tied with the other team 4-4. Soon there are only a few seconds left and the game is still tied. Adam has the puck and passes it to Dylan who shoots it. The puck hits the crossbar and Steve is quick to reshoot the puck. It goes into the net and the buzzer sounded. The crowd goes wild as Michigan just won. Steve looks into the crowd and blows you a kiss before meeting the team in a group hug. You go down to wait for the boys with a few girlfriends. After what feels like forever he finally comes out.

“Good job baby. I’m so proud of you,” you smile up at the boy. He wraps his arm around you and kisses your forehead not trusting his voice right now. The two of you walk toward his car and he starts driving. You grab his hand from over the council and hold it as he drives. After about 20 minutes of driving he pulls into a park with a small ice rink. He goes to open your door before grabbing both his and your skates along with an extra item you forgot he owned. The two of you skate around both laughing at the fact he’s still in his game-day suit. You look at the stars until you turn around and see Steve on one knee.

“Look I know we're both young and some people might not think this is a good idea but I couldn’t wait. You’ve always been there for me. Even when I was on death's door. I don’t know what tomorrow will bring but I know I want you by my side no matter what happens. So y/n honey will you marry me?” he asks. You shake your head as the tears fall.

“Baby you already know the answer,” you smile kneeling down with him, “yes!” The two of you hear cheers as he slips the ring on your finger.

“I love you, future wife.”

“I love you, future husband.”