#today I was so tired when a kid who's always pushing her friends and never listens to no or stop hit me with a book so hard it actually hurt

[jeonghanurl]

I made a gifset for offs birthday but it's like. it's fine I guess I just feel like it could have been better if I worked on it for 5 more hours but I'm so tired

[pixiesfz]

mother’s day s.c x child!reader

apart of sunshine series

plot: you first call Steph mum on Mother’s Day

warning: fluff

Some of the girls still wondered as to why you hadn’t called Steph your mum yet, it had now been almost a year since your adoption and yet you still called her “Steph” or “Stephy”.

But you called her teammates your aunties, not Kyra though she had come around so often that you thought of her as a sister, she reminded you of Lara before she was stuck to her bed in the hospital room.

You had never really thought of labelling Steph as your mother, she was always just Stephy to you and that’s what she was to Lara.

You were still trying to adjust to the fact that she was gone.

Kyra somehow was allowed to babysit you one night as Steph was out on a ‘date’ but you didn’t really know what that meant so you shrugged it off.

You and Kyra were eating spaghetti Steph pre-made before the older girl opened her mouth.

“You know sunshine, Mother’s Day is coming up” she told you and you looked up to the girl who was looking hesitant “Mother’s Day was earlier in the year Kywa”

She shook her head “Well Stephy’s Australian so we celebrate on a different date” she explained and you looked down.

“Is that like a birthday?” You ask and the 22 year old laughed “no it’s a day where we celebrate our mums and what they do for us kids” she explained

You furrowed your eyebrows “The boys at my school say Steph isn’t my mum because she didn’t push me out of her belly” you say, crossing your arms as Kyra gasped

“A mum doesn’t have to the one who gives birth to you, a mum can be someone you trust completely and looks after you”

“Steph does that” you pointed out “yes she does” Kyra smiled before you went back to your spaghetti, thinking.

Kyra flinched when you jumped on your chair

“We should make Stephy a present!”

Kyra raised her brows at your eagerness but nodded anyways “I agree!”

You told Kyra your idea before going to bed with a smile, having to do a few laps around the house before you grew tired, a trick Harper taught you at camp.

When Steph arrived and saw you sleeping in your bed with Kyra asleep on a blanket and cushion next to you she laughed softly and took a picture.

It was at training the next day that you ran to Kyra who had an extra bag to bring and a “foot injury” she had to check out.

“You two are glued to the hip now” Steph pouted when you excitedly ran to the girl “She’s my sister!” You cheered and Alessia smirked “sunshine?, if she’s your sister then what is Steph?”

You furrowed your brows “Steph is my Stephy” you explained like it was the simplest answer before running away, bringing a ‘limping’ Kyra with you.

“You don’t need to try, Less she’s never had a mum she doesn’t really know the understanding of it all, I won’t force her to call me that” Steph said to her friend who meant the best.

Whilst it seemed a little darker on the field you and Kyra were giggling and doodling posters that you were making for Steph.

Today was Australian Mother’s Day and you wanted to make it special.

Steph was your mum, you realised that now.

“What does yours say?” Kyra asked and you showed her your very glittery sign that read ‘luv you mummy’

“What does yours say?” You ask and Kyra excitedly turned hers around that said ‘not just a team mum’.

“What does that mean?” You ask and she crossed her head “you’ll find out later in life”

Kyra finally brought out your last request which was a charm bracelet with the initials of yours and Lara’s names.

“Why’d you choose this?” Kyra asked and you smiled “because Scarlett at schools mum has a necklace just like it, she showed me it was cool” you smiled and Kyra nodded.

When training came to an end the two of you found yourselves quickly cleaning up your stations before running to the change rooms where you both posed with your posters as the girls came in.

Small gasps and ‘aw’s’ were heard before finally Steph walked in.

Your smile dropped as tears took over her face.

“Mummy don’t cry!” You yelled but it only made it worse as she let out a sob.

“Mummy!” You yelled out, giving your poster to Kyra who was smiling proudly before running over to Steph.

“Oh sunshine” she smiled before bringing you into a big hug

“Happy Mother’s Day Steph” Kyra yelled from her spot, grabbing the present with the bracelet inside and walking over, passing it to her.

“Thank-thankyou Kyra” she told her with a now blotchy face and Kyra scratched your head “all her idea”.

You lifted your face from your mums shoulder “Aussie mummy day!” You cheered and the girls in the room laughed.

“I think we should go out for a nice dinner Sunshine and open my present together, how does that feel” she said, feeling embarrassed that her teammates where seeing her this vulnerable.

“Okay mummy”

[satoruhour]

omg I’d love to hear more about baby fever + gojo 🥹 just watching him match a babies babbles like he can actually understand them is killing me!!

a/n: omg stop anon this is so CUTE?? and ik i posted like three things today but posts will be slower this week since i still have work to do technically even if i have a school break ! / one sex joke lol

gojo always had a knack for caregiving — whether it was defending yuta against the higher-ups and advocating for yuji’s life (even if it had to be delayed) and making sure that one kid had gotten home safely after getting trapped in an abandoned home. but you realised you’ve never really seen your boyfriend around babies. it wasn’t a good idea in the first place, to mix babies and sorcerers — part of why nanami had waited so long before starting a family with his partner, or how utahime turned in her resignation for good after getting pregnant.

but now that you’re past terrible things in the world like sukuna and kenjaku and you both have properly buried your best friend’s body, you’re looking ahead to better things. you’re not too keen on kids, but you do sometimes spiral into what your kid with satoru would look like, probably taking the bulk of his features while some of yours are fighting to take first place. that sentiment is changed more and more when you see how gojo interacts with kids.

it’s when nanami first invites everyone to their (long overdue) baby shower, only wanting to introduce his partner and kid only a year after they’ve been safe. nanami is the happiest he’s ever been but so is gojo, dancing so foolishly in front of the kid to get her to like him that all she does is scrunch her face and hide back in her mother’s neck (“yeah, that’s nanami’s kid alright.”). soon, she’s let go to interact with the students, playing around with megumi’s dogs, running around the house from yuji and inumaki, doing silly battle poses with the girls. her laughter is like beauty to all the grown-ups in the room, something meant to be protected and cherished.

gojo tries to win her back, sitting on the floor so his height wouldn’t be too imposing and she almost runs into him. his infinity stops her and her head cocks to the side in confusion — she continues to run into gojo’s shield again and again, giggles at being constantly pushed back with a silly sound gojo makes with his mouth; it convinces her enough that she’s running into a bubble of some jelly. 

it’s some time later where you’re mingling with nanami’s partner, talking to shoko and utahime while your boyfriend chats with nanami (weirdly normal, you note) about everything. but you’re broken out of conversation when you hear gojo quietly squeal to his junior who only sighs. it’s all a facade; you know he’s actually glad his daughter succumbs to gojo’s charms soon enough, letting him carry the small toddler who’s already oh so tired from the day. she melts into satoru’s arms, mumbling something incoherent that he replies just as incoherently and bounces.

satoru strokes her hair, speaking in a hushed tone now, something that rarely happens in your home and it convinces nanami just a little to make him her godfather. he’s still considering it.

the next time it happens is when he meets utahime’s baby boy for the first time, coming over to provide some gifts and to just see your old friends. it’s a little hilarious how the first two people to have children are the people who are not particularly fond of gojo but both nanami and utahime are surprisingly tame when it comes to the strongest handling their kid. she’s giving him her baby carefully with a clear threat behind her eyes but he knows not to fuck anything up. the baby is clueless enough to not know who he was even being handed to, babbling mindlessly while drool leaves his mouth.

“babba boo-boo,” it’s gibberish, but satoru matches it perfectly, making stupid sounds back at the baby that you can’t help but grin. “wahbaba boo!” gojo continues to coo and mumble insults with a pointed finger to hime, “your mom is too uptight, can you tell her to calm down a little?” which gets a little hey! from the retired sorcerer and the baby attempts to copy his pointing. “mambama!” utahime’s and her partner’s soft gasp is all you need to know that they haven’t heard their baby call any of them, yet.

the baby continues his babbles and blows a raspberry, face lighting up at the bubbles he manages to make with saliva and gojo just has to laugh at how easily entertained children are. you’re stood there, heart melting with the gentleness in which he treats kids, because once the little one is handed back to utahime and you’re saying your goodbyes, you can’t even look at your lover without feeling lightheaded.

“you’re good with kids, y’know.” you’re saying as you remove your coat while satoru toes off his shoes in your home, your shared space. it feels unreal.

gojo pfts, “of course, baby!” he does a cute pose with thumb pointing toward him, “i’m just that good at everything.”

you laugh, “’course you are…” pulling him down, you have to kiss him or else you’d be overflowing with all the love you have for him and it’ll spill everywhere. gojo eases you into the kiss, humming and sighing in contentment.

“i’m just wondering…” you mumble, a little nervous. you’ve never thought of kids that much even but you think it might be due time even if you didn’t have a ring on your finger. “if you ever thought of having a kid with me?”

satoru’s face softens and you can hear his smile, “of course i do, princess. every time.” his voice is soft when he says it and the way it flips your heart makes you dizzy. “but only when you’re ready. and only when i’ve put a big fat rock on your fourth, although if you’re interested in a shotgun…”

you have to shoot him the finger before you’re nodding to yourself just to remind that everything depends on you. even if it takes 5, 10 years, or even if you didn’t want any children at all, gojo is enamoured with you too much to let it be a dealbreaker.

“i want it… soon.” gojo laughs softly at that, taking you into his arms right at your doorstep and kisses you deeply once again. you brace yourself against his toned chest, clutching at his coat with tippy toes. in classic gojo satoru fashion, he has to pull away to make a dirty joke.

“i’m surprised that you aren’t knocked up already with how much i c—”

“gojo satoru. if you finish that sentence—!”

“—um in you…”

you pull a face, resorting to smacking him on the arm and he surrenders with loud laughter and an apology filled with pecks and kisses. standing at the doorway, you’d never think it would happen so soon.

two months later, satoru is getting down on one knee and asking you to marry him.

[fourmoony]

hi, I just wanted to let you know that reading your writing brings me so much comfort and joy. Today, I found out that the person I’ve liked for the longest time has a girlfriend, and it’s been hard to say the least. It also didn’t help that I read an unrequited love blurb featuring remus as soon as I got home 😭 I was just wondering if you’d be willing to write something where the reader assumes that remus doesn’t like her because he seems aloof, but is actually just nervous because he likes her so much. I am so appreciative of you and your beautiful work, as always 🤍

this made me tear up. your words are so kind, and are the push i needed this week to keep writing <3 never in a million years did i think anyone would think this about my writing. thank you.

i'm sorry to hear about your crush; unrequited love is a tricky and heavy feeling. i have no doubt you'll find your person, though. as someone who's had my fair share of heartache, i promise, it won't hurt forever. my friends think i'm crazy because my advice is always to just let it hurt. but one day you'll wake up and you'll have run out of hurt. and you won't even remember what you saw in them, anymore. sending love.

P.S. i suck at writing shy remus so this is more like silent, unreadable remus. idk i'm tired. hope this is okay!

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remus lupin x f!reader - masterlist 1.2k words

cw - implied self esteem issues, smoking, drinking

Remus' thumping steps carry up the staircase only seconds after you call on him. You're facing the mirror when he arrives in the doorway, hair clasped to the side in one hand, and the other reaching aimlessly for the zip half way down the back of your dress. His eyes find yours over your shoulder in the reflection, a fond smile passing over his features when he steps through the threshold into your room.

"You look lovely." He comments, voice warm and smooth in the way that it always is.

Warm Remus, smooth Remus, so fond and kind, feels like home and everything familiar. His fingers are warm as he tugs gently at the zip, one hand placed on your shoulder for leverage. His touch is gentle, like he's afraid he might break you, and it lingers for only a moment when he's done. You swallow around the lump of want in your throat, the want for it to have lasted longer, the want for him to touch you and have it mean something. It doesn't do any good to want. Because you can't have, and you've had to deal with becoming okay with that fact.

"Thanks, Rem."

He nods, lips curled in on themselves like he wants to say something, a look in his eyes you've never been able to read. He says nothing, and he retreats with the promise to wait on you with the others in the living room. Remus does that a lot - refrains from the things he wants to say, stops himself short. You wish he wouldn't.

You're always wishing, wishing, wishing.

He keeps true to his word. Remus is waiting in the living room with Sirius, James, and a rather flustered looking Frank when you descend the staircase. It's only now you realise how lovely Remus looks in his suit. Partly because of how Sirius is wearing his - like he had a fight with it and lost. Remus stands when you appear, as if on instinct, and takes a step forwards. You smile, eyes catching on Frank who's looking at the clock like it's stealing time from before his very eyes. You suppose, in a way, it is.

"You okay?" You feel the need to ask, hint of a smile playing on your lips.

Frank looks alarmed by your question, a grimace on his face, "She's going to be there, isn't she? She's not going to, like, do a runner? Have you spoke to her today?"

James huffs a laugh, pats Frank on the shoulder rather heavily. The whiskey in his crystal tumbler splashes over the side and onto the rug. "Last I heard, Mary and Marlene had her pinned down in the make up chair, she tried, but they wouldn't let her."

Sirius barks a laugh. Frank scowls. He knows you're kidding. Alice Fortescue has been absolutely smitten for Frank Longbottom since she was thirteen. There's absolutely nothing that could stop her from walking down that aisle, today. Frank knows that as well as you do.

"Not helping." James decides, passes Frank a cigarette.

He mumbles something about not wanting to smoke inside and makes for the door. Remus gives James and Remus a pointed look, "Better make sure he doesn't do a runner, yeah?"

They're quick out the door like they actually believe Frank would ever do something like that. The only place he'd ever run to is Alice. And she'd have his balls for seeing her in her wedding dress before the ceremony. Remus gives you a familiar smile, a knowing smile, a smile he saves for you and you only. It feels like he's in on something you aren't when he smiles like that. Heat crawls up your neck, flowers wrap their way around you rib cage.

"You scrub up well, you know." Is all you manage to say, rather breathless.

Remus rolls his eyes, "I try."

A minute of amused silence, Remus passes you the glass of wine in his hand. The glass is warm from being in his clutch, but you drink from it anyway.

"I thought after the catering disaster this wedding wasn't going to happen." Remus admits, looking out of the living room window at where Frank paces the length of the front path, working his way through his second cigarette. Alice will have your head for allowing such a thing.

You hum a disagreement, eyes roaming Remus' face, it's so soft, so beautifully shaped. You've no idea why he hates his scars so much. They only outline his best qualities. The one over the bridge of his perfectly sloped nose, the one under his beautiful amber eyes, the one along his sharp cheekbones, and your favourite one: the one across his cupids bow, defining his soft, pink lips. It's a shame, really, that Remus Lupin thinks so little of himself. You'd give him the world should he only ask.

"I think nothing can stop a love like that," You murmur, soft and quiet, voice thick with something, "Not even a shoddy caterer."

Remus' eyes leave the front garden, meet with yours in a way that always makes heat explode in your chest. He's too much to look at, sometimes. It physically hurts.

"You always have such a positive outlook on life."

You laugh, shoulders shrugging, "Suppose it's habit."

"From?"

"Keeping you miserable lot from giving up all together?" You offer, smiling over the rim of your wine glass.

Remus laughs, genuine and unashamed. "Tell you what, at our wedding, I promise to be the one keeping everything together, how about that?"

He seems to flinch after that, like he's physically pained by the words coming out of his mouth. You flinch, too. The flowers around your rib cage wilt and pull tighter all in one go, a frown pulling at your lips.

"I wasn't aware we were getting married."

Remus smiles like he's in pain, "Yeah, well, step one would actually be asking you on a date, but I'm a right twat who's mucked all that up."

There's something self deprecating about him. You don't like it. Remus Lupin deserves the world. You'll give him the world. You didn't think he wanted that from you, though. But you smile, gentle and sweet in a way you hope he'll like. It feels like something shifts. Maybe the stars begin to write a story about you both. Maybe the sun stops it's rotation just for a second to watch you both.

The wedding car pulls up outside and Remus, seemingly eager to back away from the situation he's created, slams his own drink down on the table and makes for the door.

"Remus," You call after him, he turns, "I'd marry you."

You offer him a lopsided smile. His eyes search your face for any sign of a joke. He finds none. You hope he understands what you mean.

"How about a date first?" He asks.

You release a breath, a laugh, a smile. It feels like you're floating.

"Sure, yeah. That first."

The front door swings open and Sirius barges his way past Remus, panicked and disheveled, "I've lost the fucking rings!"

Remus sighs, hand in his pocket, hands Sirius the red velvet box, "Here."

You're laughing all the way down the path, shoulder brushing Remus', the start of something new.

[delirious-donna]

Ghosts of the Past [Extra Drabble]

story summary: Your best friend lets you crash at her place over the spring break since you have nowhere else to go. Little did you know that it isn't actually her place. Instead, it belongs to a tall (grumpy) hot guy who finds you in his apartment–her brother.

an: I decided that it would be cute to write a section from the POV of the couple that Kento and reader meet in the museum. I’ve grown very fond of this couple and I hope you’ll enjoy this extra little piece of the story.

warning: none, SFW, fluff and humour

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The museum was full of its usual hustle and bustle, even more so given the holidays, and it was a pleasure to be a part of the hubbub.

Felicity scanned the crowds with a keen eye, smiling at the energetic children—some more rambunctious than others—accompanied by parents trying to corral them into some semblance of order. She well remembered when her own brood were this age, and the hours spent in this much-loved building keeping them amused during school holidays.

A hand slipped into hers, more familiar than any other and Felicity squeezed the fingers of her beloved husband, glancing at him with a love that had never diminished even after all these years together. She counted her blessings for having met her soulmate so young, and for the family they had raised, as well as the fun and laughter they continued to share.

The pair perused the museum that they knew like the back of their hand, winding through the galleries and stopping to spot new artefacts and displays. This was still one of their favourite pastimes, there was always a discovery to make and even on days when it felt like they had seen everything the museum had to offer, there was always people watching to fall back on.

Much to Howard’s feigned disapproval, Felicity adored watching people. Since their children had grown up and flown the nest to build their own families it had become a ritual of sorts to indulge her social curiosities in public places such as these. There was something special about witnessing the complexities of real human relationships that scratched the itch far more than any TV drama or soap opera ever could. Friendships blooming over shared interests, young minds being educated through fun interactive education, families finding their feet with the addition of children in tow, tired parents happy to see their kids entertained to give them a moment of peace, and best of all, romance blossoming in the most unlikely places and ways.

Today was no different, with new delights to be found in every room, but it wasn’t until they neared the new photography exhibition did Felicity feel the buzz of excitement that often signalled a special find.

“You’re like a bloodhound, Flic,” Howard chuckled with a playful roll of his eyes. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and secured his wife’s arm through his own.

“Pfft, nonsense. I’m simply drawn to where the universe wants me to be.” She didn’t believe the sentiment, but she’d be damned to admit he was right after all these decades together.

The pair admired a large mural of a cheetah made up of hundreds of thousands of tiny black-and-white images until her attention was drawn to the room by their left. There were only two occupants, a young man slowly edging around the room and an equally young woman resting on the leather seat in the middle.

Felicity watched whilst the young woman never took her eyes off the man perusing the photos on the wall. Her gaze was intent but there was a softness that infused her features with what appeared to be fondness. Perhaps even attraction? The young man, on the other hand, seemed oblivious to being the focus of the woman. His posture was stiff, hands clasped behind his back with a slight rock on the balls of his feet when something interested him.

If this wasn’t a budding romance, she’d eat her hat. Felicity tugged gently at the cuff of Howard’s shirt sleeve, nodding her head in the direction of the young couple and was met with a sigh of resignation.

“Leave them be,” he hissed, though there was no heat to his tone. Despite the words, he too began to watch as the young woman moved towards the man and started to speak. They were too far away to hear the conversation, but it was obvious after a moment that it wasn’t going well.

The couple watched on whilst the woman’s expression turned to shock then irritation. Whatever the man was saying, it wasn’t going over well, and when she strode off to the other side of the room, Howard could only feel sympathy for the young man. He looked genuinely perplexed, a hand scratching at the back of his neck as if the skin prickled from the exchange.

Felicity leaned into her husband to speak close to his ear. “Doesn’t that remind you of anyone?” She chuckled, turning twinkling eyes up at him and he felt a swell of love wash through him. It did remind him of someone, himself, and the young woman would be Felicity, his Flic.

“He looks as baffled as I felt back then. You always seemed to be mad at me for something I didn’t even realise was wrong,” Howard admitted with a shake of his head.

“I was, though it hardly matters now. The only thing that truly matters is how he deals with it… will he turn on his heel or will he try to resolve the issue?”

It was obvious that the wheels inside the young man’s head were turning at an astonishing rate, but he wasn’t moving, and Felicity’s shoulders slumped sadly.

“Give him a moment,” Howard chastised, pointing towards the man’s hand. “Don’t you see how he wishes to reach for her?”

He was right. The man’s hand was stretching, reaching as if what he wanted was just out of reach. It dropped as quickly as it happened, but only because he took the tentative steps to move alongside his object of affection.

“I always reached out for you, just as he did for her. Maybe they’ll make it,” he whispered co-conspiratorially.

“He’s confused, darling. I don’t think he quite knows what he wants, only that he doesn’t have it yet. Come on,” she said, moving them towards the young couple.

The woman was near yelling, yet the man simply looked on in confusion. So badly she wished to grab them both by the ear and turn them to face one another. The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife and it was like stepping into a memory of her past, familiar and amusing. Back then, it had been far from funny but with the advantage of hindsight and a lot more life experience, she could view it for what it was.

“Oh, Howard, look there. Doesn’t that bring back memories?” Felicity called loudly, pleased when the pair jumped in surprise at being interrupted. They jerked apart like naughty children, and it only strengthened her belief that they both wanted something more than their current situation.

“They say that couples shouldn’t bicker, especially in public,” she said with a slight laugh. “But don’t listen to such rubbish. Howard and I used to snipe at each other regularly, and we’ve been married thirty-five years.”

The look of utter shock on their faces, especially the woman, was worth it. Along with the stammered explanations that it wasn’t what it seemed, that they weren’t a couple. So that was where the problem lay. Felicity wondered if it was down to one party in particular, and her gaze strayed to the young man.

A quick assessment painted a detailed picture. Young, handsome, successful, affluent given the timepiece on his wrist but maybe too invested in his work? She couldn’t blame him; society expected all youngsters these days to chase after unrealistic dreams. A career wasn’t the only thing that mattered in life, and from the expression he wore, he wasn’t as happy as he made out. A nudge in the right direction might do the trick. It would be a shame to see a bright young woman slip through his fingers simply because he was scared to try to make it work.

“My dear, when you’ve been around as long as we have, you start to trust what your gut tells you. I won’t say anything else except to offer this one piece of advice. Don’t go to bed angry, and don’t wait to go after what you truly want.”

Felicity offered a kindly smile at the young man, his jaw slack at the offered wisdom. She patted the woman’s arm once more as Howard led her away, but only after he offered his own incline of the head at the man. There was compassion in his eyes, and she knew that it felt like he was staring at his younger self at that moment. She knew that because it was the same for her, a ghost of the past come to remind them both where they started and how far they had come.

“Do you think they’ll make it?” Felicity asked once they were well out of earshot.

Howard sighed, turning his head back for a moment before replying. “If he’s anything like me then he’ll do whatever it takes to make it work.”

“You old softie…”

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[rosexxi]

Angry Confession 🐻🤎

a stupid secret admirer causes Theodore to finally confess, as messy as it may be

fluff // t.n // x slytherin! reader

Theodore Nott was angry, scratch that, he was livid. If looks could kill, everyone within a 10m radius of him would be goners. He huffed in anger as he practically stormed down the corridor, finally able to leave the stuffy classroom.

It was just his luck that today of all days, his girl y/n had recieved a love letter from a stupid secret admirer. Well he says his girl, but they both knew they were anything but exclusive. Sure you both flirted (a lot) and might have stared into each others eyes for a bit too long, but that didn't change the fact that you were only friends. Yeah just friends.

He knew deep down he had no right to be angry. It was only yesterday when you had seen him making out with some girl in the year below, but that didn't change the fact that some guy thought it was ok to send you some pathetic confession. He could do a lot better.

"What's crawled up your arse?" asked Draco at dinner. Theo didn't respond, instead he just scowled at his friend. A scowl that Draco had seen one too many times.

"He's just upset someones finally made a move on y/n."

"I don't know why you're so shocked Nott. Y/n's popular, loads of guys like her." Chimed in Blaise.

"Blaise is right. Besides it's not like you want her, you look fine with all the girls you make out with. Just let y/n be happy and stop leading her on." Said Pansy, sticking up for you. She was tired of seeing her best friend cry over Theo constantly play with her emotions.

"How can she be happy with some letter written by god knows who." Theo said. "She knows who wrote it, look there they are." pointed out Pansy.

And when Theo thought his day couldn't get any worse, he just had to turn to the Grand Hall entrance to see y/n being towered by Cormac Mclaggen. Not that big idiot, he thought. The anger rushing to his head once more causing him to abruptly stand up. Anyone but him. Theo hated everything about Mclaggen; he was clumsy, took too much space, was the dumbest kid he had ever met and knew how to run his mouth.

He didn't even pay attention to his friends behind him pleading him to sit down and before he knew it, he was marching over to the two.

"What do you think you're doing?" he yelled accusingly at Mclaggen, grabbing him by the collar and pinning him to the wall. Theodore wasn't scared of anyone, especially not this lanky git.

"Nott what the fuck are you doing?" you asked, trying to desperately pull him off the poor gryffindor. But it was pointless. Before you knew it, the two were having some pathetic fight. Throwing punches and harmful words for what reason you don't know.

Scoffing at the pathetic sight before you, you walked off to your dorm. You hated Theo. You hated how he would flirt with you then kiss some other girl. You hated how angry he got anytime some guy would be nice to you. And most of all you hated how much you didn't actually hate him. It seemed as though he just loved to see you miserable and unable to move on from him.

Some time had passed since the incident at dinner. Your roomate and best friend Pansy had come and gone and you were now alone in your room reading the letter Cormac had previously gave to you. It was sweet, you thought. No guy had ever said nice stuff like that to you before. Thanks for ruining this one Theo, you shook your head.

Just then, there came a knock at the door. But when you opened it to reveal a wounded Theodore, you instantly tried to close it.

"No hear me out y/n." he said, his voice slightly rising as he pushed the door open and let himself in.

"No Theo. You hear me out, what is wrong with you?" you sounded angry. You never got angry at anyone, not even at him no matter how many times he had pushed your buttons. He stopped in his tracks upon hearing you. "Why must you always do this to me? You flirt with me, make me feel wanted and then turn around and make out with the whole school in front of me. Like its some game to play with me. The one time some guy makes me feel pretty and wanted, you have to get angry and hurt him, and ruin my chances." all of a sudden, all the hurt he made you feel surfaced, and you couldn't help the tears that were falling.

Theo could only look at you in shock. And for the first time in his life, he actually felt disgusted by his own actions. How could he not think you were pretty. How could he allow you to think you were unwanted. He took a step forward to you, with his arms open. You slapped his hands away, and hit his chest softly, "do you want me to be alone?" you whispered, as you sobbed into your hands.

In that moment Theo felt his heart break. He stood frozen, as he stared at your weak, vulnerable body. He wanted to hold you, but how could he when he was the reason that you felt this way. He always loved your eyes, and now he was responsible for the tears that fell from them.

"Y/n?" he whispered, "I'm, I'm so sorry." he manged to get out, "I'm such an awful person, how could I make you cry, how could I make you feel this way. You deserve to be happy and loved by whoever you want. I'm so sorry angel, I don't even know why I did it. I just was so jealous of all these boys talking so highly of you and they were all good boys from good families. I didn't think you could ever want to be with someone like me. How could someone as perfect as you, love someone like me. I thought I only deserved meaningless physical flings. I'll go talk to Mclaggen for you. You don't have to forgive me but I'm sorry."

Now it was your turn to be in shock, Theodore never spoke of his feelings or emotions. The best you ever got out of him was "I'm fine". So to hear his sudden confession caught you off guard. His confession that he believes he's incapable of love, his confession that he loves you.

He turned to leave your dorm, his head hanging low. "Theo." you called as you grabbed his hand, forcing him to turn back and look into your glassy eyes. "You love me?"

It took him time to nod in response, he was busy studying your face. He finally nodded and you couldn't help but throw yourself into his arms. But he stopped you, he held your face in his hands, "You can't be with me y/n, you're too good for me. You'll have to be seen around the castle with my grumpy face." he joked, trying to make you laugh as he wiped a tear from your eye.

"I don't care Theo. I don't care, I just want you to stop hurting me."

"I won't ever again, I'll never do anything to hurt you." he muttered as he shook his head at you. He hesitated a moment, before he pulled your face into his, and he finally did what he had wanted to do for as long as he could remember. He kissed you and Merlin was it worth it. You tasted like strawberry lipgloss and it was like he was kissing an angel. You were his angel.

You suddenly pulled back and held up a finger to him, "You can't mess about anymore, you have to be my boyfriend now."

"Is that a threat," he laughed, "If so, threaten me all you want. If only you become my girlfriend. I'll be the best boyfriend for you y/n, I promise. I promise I won't let a day go by where you don't feel loved or pretty. How could I mess about when I have an angel with me."

"Pinky promise?"

He shook his head at your childish actions, but obeyed your command, making sure to bring up your pinky to his lips, so he could place a soft kiss.

"Can we go clean you up now please, you really taste like blood."

"Of course we can, I'm sorry for ruining our first kiss." he said suddenly feeling very insecure.

"Don't be, it was exactly how I pictured our first kiss to be." you joked as you both made your way to the bathroom.

"Ah so you've imagined this moment?" he asked teasingly, the old sarcastic Theodore was back.

"Don't act like you haven't."

"Ah you got me there. Want to know something funny?" he asked as you began cleaning up his face with a wet cloth and a soft hand.

You nodded in response.

"When I saw you with that stupid love confession, I made it my mission to do a better confession to you."

"Well it was certainly a memorable one." You laughed. He was happy to see you laugh again, after he caused you to cry. Your laugh was the sweetest sound he had ever heard and he could never get tired of it. He stared lovingly at you, as he had done in the past so many times without you knowing. But now he could stare for as long as he wanted to, he wanted you to see. And to know that you were so very loved.

"I'll take that."

[good-griief]

'school girl' crush

so… i've been seeing so many milf!reader x ellie stories so i had to write this write a little one shot (i may have to make a part 2)

During summer, as a college student in need of extra money, Ellie ran a daycare with her friend Dina, who was only doing it so her son had friends to play with. Now, though, Dina had met a woman named Mel, who also needed friends for her new kid, and Ellie was ready to send in her informal resignation. 

“You’re leaving?” There was one reason she wanted to stay. This adorable little toddler, Celeste. She had the biggest eyes, and the cutest hair always in little braids. She was always chatting away and stuffing her face.

But why she wanted to stay had to do with Celeste’s mother. Ellie had practically fallen in love with her. She must’ve been five or so years out of college, younger to be a mother, but definitely older than Ellie and her friends. Ellie assumed she was single, the kid’s other parent never picking her up. In fact, with that body, Ellie hoped she was single. 

Sure, she was being a bit of a perv, imagining what this woman’s body would look like outside of yoga pants and a tank top, but she couldn’t help herself when the summer heat was messing with her head like this— at least that was what she told herself. 

You, on the other hand, knew she was far too young for you. She was a college kid with a crush, but that didn't mean you didn't find her cute; always taking her shirt off around the time your SUV pulled up and swimming with the kids so she could show off her tanned, toned body. 

She’d walk your girl to your car, talking with her the whole way and smiling at you when she greeted you. 

“Mama!” Celeste would cheer, running with a waddle over to you as Ellie watched with a smile. 

You would crouch to hug her, laughing as she clung to you, but you were far too tired from work most days to lift her up and convince her to sit in a carseat. She always wanted to sit in front with you, and you always refused, but it was even worse when she hadn’t seen you all day. 

Ellie would get Celeste into her carseat for you, buckling her in and giving her an extra snack to convince her before she spoke to you until Dina called her back in. 

This time, you’d started the conversation, asking whether or not it was true what you heard your daughter tell you the day before. 

“Oh, uh, yeah. Dina found another mom, so…” She shrugged. 

“Well, that’s too bad…” You sighed, leaning against your car as you pushed your sunglasses up. You pointed your thumb to the backseat, where your toddler had already passed out. “She’s really attached to you. I don’t think I can send her back if you’re not there.”

“Aw, man… Really?” You hummed, brows raising. “Well, I guess I could—“

“Do you think you would wanna babysit for me?” You asked. Ellie paused, swallowing. Something about your attitude today was different, like you were finally acknowledging her advances. “You could come over in the mornings, same time as daycare. I’ll give you, like, two-hundred— no, three-hundred bucks? That sound good?”

“Three…” She blinked, dumbfounded. “I can’t. Not that much.”

“It’s the least I can do. We live on the complete other side of Jackson.” She nodded slowly. “Really? If that’s a yes, then… I’ll be home most of the time, working, but you can knock if you need me.” She nodded again, mind drifting to being in your home, being able to knock on your bedroom door at any time… Show you how good she was with your daughter. Maybe, she thought, you’d finally realize you were interested in her, too. “Think you can start Monday—?“

“Yes!” She quickly cleared her throat, lowering her enthusiastic voice. “Yeah. I can start whenever.”

“Are you off yet?” You then asked, earning an eager nod. “Don’t get too excited. I was just going to ask if I could get you froyo, or something.”

Ellie laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of her neck. “That’d be nice. Thanks.”

“No sweat. You’ve been working in the sun all day. Hop in.” You walked around to your driver's side as Ellie got in the passengers, completely forgetting about her shirt still sitting in Dina’s living room as you began driving. 

She looked over at you, noticing you were sitting with one leg comfortably bent up on the door and your elbow leaning on it as you held your head up. She, on the other hand, sat cross legged with her arm resting on the window. 

“I promise I’m driving safely,” you reassured her with a laugh. “This is just more comfortable.”

“Oh…” She waved you off. “That’s how I drive, too.” You chuckled at that as she looked at the hand you didn’t have on the wheel, checking for a ring. “Hey, can I ask you something?” She spoke after a moment, gaining a hum of a response from you. “Are you married?”

You laughed. “Ellie, we’ve talked about your little crush on me before.” She groaned, face heating in embarrassment. It was true, you’d told her not to be so obvious about it, but she didn’t take that as an outright rejection. “I’m way too old for you.”

“How old are you?” She asked, earning a brow raise. “Just makin’ conversation…”

“Nearing 30.”

“Well, I’m nearing 25.”

“You just turned 20.”

“21 in October. Come on!” She quickly defended herself. “You’re, what? 26? 28?”

“Oh, Ellie,” you laughed, shaking your head at her. “When this little crush you have goes away, you’ll be happy I didn’t indulge you.” You then switched the conversation. “Aren’t you excited to get back to school? What do you study again?”

You talked the rest of the way to the frozen yogurt shop, eventually getting there and parking. It was right along the beach, and you told Ellie this was usually what you did with your little girl every Friday when she got out of daycare, so she was welcome to join you. 

You were giving her mixed signals, at least in her mind, but you told her the truth as you got Celeste into her stroller. 

“You know, I really should tell you, Cella asked if you could come with us today,” you said as you nodded to the girl, who woke up with a giant grin on her face after seeing Ellie. Ellie was only paying attention to the nickname you had for your daughter, finding it adorable and fawning over it in her head. “I know what you’re thinking, so if you want me to drive you home after—“

“No!” Your toddler immediately protested. “Ellie, come home with us. Show you my new house. It’s pink!”

“Oh,” you laughed. “You’re awake enough to argue, huh?” You crouched down to look at her, pinching her little cheek. “Does that mean you’re awake enough to walk by yourself?” She immediately shook her head, grabbing her small sippy cup attached to the side of the stroller and making sure she had no way to answer your questions by sucking on the little straw. You shook your head, standing as you laughed at her. 

For being three, and halfway to four as she always reminded you, she was pretty advanced for her age. Ellie simply saw that as you being a great mother, which only encouraged her crushing on you. 

“Kiddo, I don’t think your mommy will even invite me over if you argue with her,” Ellie told the girl, who reached her little hand up for Ellie to hold as you pushed the stroller, taking note of her habitual use of mommy, and chuckling to yourself. 

“Sorry, mama,” Celeste said around the straw of her cup. 

“It’s alright, babygirl—“

“So, Ellie can come over?” Ellie laughed, covering it with a cough when you raised a brow at her encouraging your toddler to try and manipulate you. 

“Ellie?” You looked at her. “Would you like to stay for dinner?”

“Stay forever!” Your girl cheered. 

“How about dinner first?” She said, looking down at Celeste. “I’d love to,” she then said to you. 

You couldn’t deny how good she was with your girl, watching as she convinced her to walk on her own. She’d told her: “mommy’s been working all day, and she loves pushing you, but she’s probably tired, don’t you think?” And despite you saying nearly the same thing earlier, she agreed with Ellie. That gave you the opportunity to take the stroller back to the car, so she didn’t decide to sit again, and grab a shirt for Ellie— who you still hadn’t corrected about calling you mommy when your toddler said mama. 

When you came back, Ellie was talking away with her, laughing at whatever nonsense joke she would tell and making you smile. 

“Here,” you handed her the shirt and she immediately went red, saying she forgot she’d even left hers at Dina’s. 

By the time you got home, it was later than anticipated, but your girl still insisted that Ellie stay and have dinner with you. 

“Maybe another night?” You suggested as you picked her up. “Mommy’s a little tired, bubba. I think bubba’s a lil’ tired too, no?”

“Nope. Wide awake!” 

“Alright,” you laughed as you brought her in, setting her in her gated play area. “Show Ellie your new house while mommy makes dinner, ‘kay?”

The amount of times Ellie had heard you call yourself mommy that day were making her head explode. Celeste didn’t even call you that, she’d realized. She called you Mama, so she was headed down a path of thinking you were doing it just to tease her. She knew she shouldn’t be thinking this way, but it was hard when all she could think about was— “Ellie! Look!” She was brought out of her thoughts when Celeste pointed to the new dollhouse she got. It was taller than she was, and lit up like a real house. 

Ellie scoffed in surprise. “Holy shit,” she muttered. 

“Shit!” The toddler repeated before cackling to herself as Ellie freaked out and told her not to say that. “Shit, shit, shit!” She laughed.

“Stop that!” Ellie was afraid you’d hear her. “Fuck,” she cursed under her breath, “stop it. Now.” She then went on to yell ‘fuck’ as many times as she wanted. 

“What on Earth is going on in here?” You asked as you stepped out of the kitchen. “Ellie?”

“I didn’t—“

“Ellie saying no no words!” 

“No!?”

You laughed. “Ellie, why don’t you come help me in the kitchen?” You looked to your girl. “And you.” You narrowed your eyes at her, making her giggle as you smiled. “Get dinner ready for your dolls. Show Ellie how you set it all up when she gets back.”

Ellie followed you into the kitchen, the door swinging shut behind her. “I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to—“

“You know, teaching my daughter how to swear definitely won’t get you anywhere with me.” Ellie cursed to herself internally, sulking. “But, I guess it’s a good thing she already knows those words, huh?”

“What?” 

“Her dad loves action movies. She comes home quoting them.” You shrugged. “He just lets her say whatever. I’ve resorted to having her not say it outside of the house or in front of guests.”

“Great dad,” Ellie muttered, making you chuckle as you knew she was only taking the side she assumed you were on because of her crush. 

“He actually is.” She immediately grew embarrassed, making you chuckle. You couldn’t deny how much fun you were having embarrassing her this way. She was awfully cute. Especially with the way she blushed so easily. “He’s the one that got her that dollhouse. A little present for making in through daycare since he knows how tired I’ve been. She used to hate daycare before you.” That brought a smile to Ellie’s face. “Thank you, for agreeing to babysit, by the way. I don’t know what I’d do if you didn't.”

“It’s nothing,” she said quickly, gaining a smile from you. “So… I take it that means you’re not married?” She asked after a moment as she washed her hands, ready to help with whatever you were making. 

“Mm, no. He’s my best friend. We had drunk sex at a stupid party and I got pregnant,” you laughed.

“Were you dating before, or…?”

“God no,” you laughed again. “I’d just broken up with the girlfriend I had since, like, freshman year of college, so he was trying to help me get drunk and find someone else… one idiotic thing led to another, and suddenly I’m six months pregnant, and I didn’t even know until I went to the doctor for a strep test.” Ellie snorted, the whole thing sounding like something out of a television show. “I know, I know. He’s gay too. That makes it even better.” Ellie laughed loudly at that, making a smile come to your face. 

The rest of the night was spent making dinner, and putting your little girl to bed as she’d fallen asleep before dinner just as you expected. You offered for Ellie to stay anyway, and she gladly did. 

“Okay,” she finally spoke, interrupting your conversation that’d gone through dinner and dessert; it being surprisingly easy to talk to her. “I have to ask— I know I’m probably being ridiculous, but, uh, I may just need you to shut me down.” You raised your brows, humming. She realized that may be a habit for you, but it was an excruciatingly attractive habit to have. “She, uh, she calls you ‘mama’—“

Almost immediately, you lowered your head, laughing. “I don’t have an answer for that, Ellie.” Her face reddened. “All honesty, I just found it a little funny.”

“You were teasing me!” She accused with a red face. You shrugged, looking up at her with a smile and flushed cheeks. She thought back on the day, all the times she’d called you ‘mommy’, all the times she’d done so while wearing your shirt, and felt a flutter in her stomach that made her cross her legs. “You’re awful.”

“You started it—! And besides, I thought I’d have a little fun… I mean, since my little girl wanted you to spend the day with us, I needed a way to enjoy myself too, no?” Your tone was mocking, making her adjust her seating at your near insulting words. “The bathroom’s just down there.” You pointed down the hall, past the stairs. 

“Stop it,” she said pointedly, making you chuckle as you stood and grabbed both your plates. 

“I’ll give you a ride home, alright? Or, is your car at Dina’s?” You asked as you came back to the dining room. 

“What about—?”

“Her dad’s a few blocks down. I’ll tell him.” You quickly texted him, getting a message back almost immediately. 

When he got there, you went to your car with Ellie, driving with the windows down and old rock music blasting through the car at her request. You both sang along, laughing the whole way there. 

You paused the music when you got there, stopping in front of the driveway and looking at Ellie. “I’ll see you Monday?”

She nodded. “I’ll, uh…” She played with the hem of your shirt on her. “I’ll give this back to you then.”

“No need.” You gave her a smile that made her cheeks heat as you leaned your arm on the console to look at her. “Night, Ellie.”

“Night…” She muttered in a daze, quickly snapping out of it and getting out of your car to go to hers. 

As she drove home, all she could think about was your teasing, all she could smell was your perfume on the shirt, and all she could feel was her stomach fluttering. 

When she got home, she went straight to her room. She left your shirt on, slipping her bra off from underneath and taking off her pants. She got into bed, holding your shirt up to her face and inhaling deeply. She quickly stopped herself. “Oh my fucking God, Ellie.” She dropped the shirt and brought her hands to her face in embarrassment, but now all she could feel was the fabric brushing against her nipples as her mind clouded with your voice; calling yourself mommy as you looked her in the eyes. Goosebumps rose on her skin as she shook her head at herself, attempting to shake away her thoughts of you and your awfully mean teasing. She grabbed her pillow, shoving her face into it as she went red. “Get a hold of yourself.”

[kvrokasaa]

Oh no, I'm falling in love

cw: not proofread, cringe, fem!reader, third person, pining, awkward talking, forced plot, death joke(?), kissing, fluff.

Aged up!Reo x fem!reader

This is based in college.

wc: 1288

"Please get out of my way." Reo stumbled as he was pushed a little by someone behind him.

He turned around, he didn't know if he was angry or if he was going to apologize. But all words left his tongue as he looked at the person who rudely interrupted his conversation with Nagi.

He swallowed thickly as he looked at her face. She had a pout, her bottom lip jutted out a little, while she carried some books. It looked like she was in a hurry, where? He didn't know. All he could think is how pretty this girl is.

She took a good look, up and down, and back at his eyes. Her eyebrows scrunched as she began to realize who he is.

"Oh, you're Nagi's friend." Reo had been called many things, but no one had ever not known is name. His last name is on most buildings, he owns so many things.

He should be angry, maybe even feel a little sting. But that isn't like Reo, he simply nods and moves out of the way.

...

Over the next few weeks, Reo has seen this girl over and over. He learned things about her, her name is Y/n, and she's a year younger than him and Nagi but she got accepted into higher grades as a kid because of her accelerated learning.

He didn't ask for these things. Nagi caught him staring ("I do not stare!" Reo said with a bright blush on his cheeks when Nagi brought it up) and told him about her.

Reo always saw how Nagi would talk to her, and usually, he would get a little jealous, but he's not jealous for Nagi, no. He's jealous of Nagi.

He would try and talk to her, but she never has the time or day for him. That's how it feels for Reo. What he doesn't understand is that Y/n is shy, she can't stop thinking about him. And she's scared that Reo would hear her heartbeat through her chest when they talk.

But as weeks turned into months, they both got a little closer. Going out for lunch when they all had free time and talking about their professor was their new normal. Everyone, not Nagi, would look forward to meeting up and talking about their week.

But when Nagi would make excuses for not coming, usually they were about how he's too tired to come, or maybe he got a new game and has to beat the highest level, it would only be Y/n and Reo.

When those times came about, only crickets could be heard. It was rare for them to talk alone, and when they tried to talk, it would be at the same time so they never tried.

Friday rolled around rather quickly this week. She was looking forward to meeting up with Nagi and Reo again, but before she could get too excited, Nagi texted her.

Nagi🥱: not coming today

Y/n: What???? Why ??

Of course Nagi would leave her on read, is it too much to text back?

"'s a hassle." She could imagine Nagi saying.

So she sucked it up and walked to the cafe where the trio always hung out. She's 90% sure Nagi already texted Reo.

But when she walks into the cafe and sees Reo's brows furrowed, she knew that this is a set-up. She should've known when Nagi said he'd help with her crush on Reo.

Awkwardly walking to the table, she smiled as she sat down.

"Nagi's not coming today, so it's just us." Reo mouthed an 'oh' as he nodded.

Both of them cleared their throat, but no sound came out afterward. This is like going to a child's band concert and all you hear in between songs are coughs and sneezes.

She wanted to laugh at the thought, but she kept her mouth closed as she decided on what to order for today.

"I- uhm, I ordered what you usually get." She looked up from the menu. He did?

She was going to thank him for his kindness, but he interrupted her.

"Why don't you like me?" She coughed as her eyes widened.

She quickly shook her head, "I don't dislike you. I just," she didn't know what to follow up with. She can't just say that she likes him, no, that she loves him.

Because at this point, her feelings stem more to love than like. She can't just say, 'I'm in love with you!'

A cough interrupted her thoughts. She looked up and saw Reo with a bright blush dusting his cheeks and the tips of his ears. "You...love me?"

"Huh?"

"I said-"

"No!" She shook her hands in the air, retracting them to her face as she hid her face. "No, I mean yes. But why? How?"

But then she realized. Fuck. She voiced her thoughts. Her and her fucking loud mouth.

She wished the ground could create a black hole and swallow her whole. She wished she could just get up and leave.

Wait, she can just get up and leave. That's exactly what she does. But as she reached the doors to the cafe, she felt a hand fall onto her shoulder.

"Don't leave, please." Reo looks desperate, like he needs to say something but he can't. "Please, just."

He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. Why is he so nervous? Before he can delve into his thoughts any deeper, she pulls away.

Just like a cycle, he chases after her. She can't leave, not yet. He has to tell her!

"I love you!" Y/n stops walking. Did he really just shout that? What the hell!

"Damn, it feels good to finally say it," Reo mutters. He takes another deep breath, "I love you so fucking much! You-"

Before he can attract any more looks from passersby, Y/n clamps her hand over his mouth. "Reo, what the hell?!" She whisper yells

She drags him back into the cafe, sitting back down next to the table from before. "You can't just do that!"

Reo chuckles. "You did it first." She opens her mouth but quickly shuts it. Reo wants to laugh at how cute she looks.

"I don't think you get it. I love you so much. Ever since you bumped into me, I have been in love with you. Words can't explain how much I love you." He looks so desperate. Desperate to get her to understand.

"Then show me." His right brow raises, "how am I supposed to show you?"

She leans closer to him, thanking that the chairs aren't in front of another, but rather next to each other. She looks at his lips, but quickly averts her eyes back to his.

"Show me."

"I love you so much but-" Y/n quickly interrupts him.

"Yeah? Then show me," she swallowed thickly, her eyes averting from his to his lips. Her lips brushed against his, their breaths mending into one. "Show me how much you love me, Reo Mikage."

He barely let her finish her sentence before his lips engulfed hers, their passion mending into one. Reo poured every drop of love into the kiss. He didn't want to pull back, not even for much-needed air. He didn't want to let go, not yet.

He pulled her closer, his hold on her waist tightening as he held her against his chest. Closer, he needs her closer.

"Sorry to interrupt, but you need to order to stay." The waitress slaps two menus onto the small table, walking away with a huff. "highway looks nice tonight," she mutters as she walks away.

I realized while rereading the Blue Lock manga, Reo kinda looks like a red panda. His eyebrows give it away lolol

[buckrecs]

Hi Sera! I’ve been wanting to ask for recs for a while but every time I think of something you’ve already posted it, but I am a bit obsessed with this right now so I thought I’d ask anyways(you are a gem and do so much for the bucky girls on this hellsite and I love you for it!)

Have you got any Brother’s Bestfriend/Best Friend’s Brother Bucky recs?

Brother’s BFF / BFF’s Brother Bucky

masterlist | req masterlist

i follow you (pretend you want me to) by @buckys-black-dress

your best friend’s older brother who has never once given you a second glance finally does one day when he seems to be fond of your new tattoo. it throws you for quite the loop, to say the least.

The Number One Rule by @justkending

Y/N has always been seen as “Steve’s rambunctious sister.” However, she grew up, graduated, and moved to London to study abroad for 4 years and get her bachelor's degree. The girl that returns looks nothing like the teenager that left. But don’t worry, the attitude is still there and stronger than ever. What’s to come of the two grown adults that used to push each other's buttons, but now have a lot more in common than they’ve ever realized?

Untouched by @buckyalpine

A series of discovering all your firsts with your brothers hot best friend.

Save Me From Myself by @fatecantstopme

You and your boyfriend get into a fight and he beats you. You go to your brother’s house for support only to find his best friend and roommate, Bucky Barnes, instead. Bucky is furious when you tell him what happened and he takes care of you.

This Must Be A Dream by @lunarbuck

You've been best friends with Becca Barnes since third grade and have been pining over her older Bucky just as long.

super rich kids by @traitorjoelite

kids with too much money, parties every night, and an incident with your best friend's brother is just the norm on the upper east side.

The First Birthday by @eviesaurusrex

It’s not his first birthday after Hydra, but the first birthday he thinks he actually wants to celebrate—only because of YN.

it’s really you (that’s on my mind) by @heavysoldat

inseparable since middle school, it was no surprise that you ended up falling for your long-time best friend. what was surprising, was who you actually ended up with at the end of the day.

Miss America and the Heartbreak Prince by @fangirlovestuff

Your brother’s best friend, Bucky Barnes was a serious pain in your ass. Shame, since he used to be so nice when you were younger. Too bad he’s changed now in high school. Or has he? All it takes is some detective work, milkshakes and pranks for you to finally figure it out. 

Bucky Barnes x Rogers!Reader by @itsapeterthing

You’ve known your brother’s best friend Bucky Barnes since before you can even remember. As the two of you get older, your relationship grows from one of teasing friendship to an everlasting love. Despite all odds and decades apart, you never fail to find each other every time.

Not as Subtle as You Thought by @marvelousmarvelimagines

You and Bucky have been hiding a relationship from your brother successfully for several months now. Bucky’s getting tired of it though and wants to tell Steve. Are you willing to risk that? 

About Time by @vanillanaps

Coming clean about being in a relationship with your brothers best friend is never easy—or is it?

A Secret by @tweedlydumbtweedlydoo

You’re Steve’s younger sister and secretly dating Bucky and Steve finds out.

Brother vs Boyfriend by @marvelous-imagining

I Will Always Pick You Up by @eviesaurusrex

Usually, Bucky would pick her up wherever she is, but today, with a night out with some of her fellow Avengers (and her brother), it wasn’t possible that her secret boyfriend could come and pick her up, would it?

Hands Off by @buckysgoldenheart

You’re Steve’s cousin and he has some rules when it comes to you that Bucky isn’t a fan of. Mainly, that he can’t have you.

i wanna be yours by @noctumbra

you’d support him no matter what. he was yours at the very end. and you were his. 

On My Mind by @targaryenvampireslayer

You haven't seen your Brothers Best Friend in far too long. Neither of you can wait. Sexy challenges ensue.

[readyforthegarden]

Andante, Andante

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Reader

Warnings: None, just some mutual pining, some flirting and kissing.

WC: 1457

A/N: This came to me while I was driving around the other day and the song came on. I immediately drifted off into a maladaptive daydream with Sam, so please enjoy!

You liked to keep your home peaceful, tranquil, and calm. Little noise if possible. But this afternoon, it was filled with the sounds of learning. A keyboard you bought secondhand at a garage sale propped up on a stand in front of you, you and your friend Sam sharing the small bench as best as possible. Your fingers plunked down on the plastic keys, a few sour notes and a groan from you echoing in the house.

“You’re doing good, don’t worry.” Sam gave you a supportive smile.

“I hate this.” was all you replied, removing your hands from the instrument and pouting. “Why did I even want to do this?”

You knew why. At the beginning of the year, you’d softly mentioned to Sam you wanted to learn to read music, and play an instrument, as a New Year’s resolution. You were tired of being the only person in your friend group without a lick of musical talent, and feeling left out of conversation.

Sam took off running with the idea, of course. While finishing up tour, he had sent you package after package of books on music theory, reading music for dummies, and songbooks and a few pedals for your keyboard.

“Hey, I was just as bad when I started learning.” Sam tried to soothe you, running his large, warm hand up and down your back gently.

“You had the advantage of being a kid and having a brain ripe for molding. I’m old, Sam. Ancient. My mid-twenties brain is fully formed and refuses.”

“You are never too old to learn something new.” Sam chided with a click of his tongue behind his teeth. “Why don’t we try vocabulary? You’ve always been good with words.”

“I guess.” You muttered. Sam picked up one of the books by his feet, flipping through it.

“Ah, here’s an easy one. Forte?”

“Forte means loud.” you answered. Sam grinned, nodding.

“Good, good. Can you use it in a sentence for me?” Sam asked. You sighed through your nose, trying to put together something on the fly.

“Your brother Josh enters the room in a forte manner.” you giggled, remembering the last time you saw the elder Kiszka, how he burst into the room with a bottle of wine in his hand for the dinner party.

“Valid.” Sam hummed. “Piano?”

“Soft. When we talk shit about people, our voices are very piano.” you gently tapped a key, letting the soft sound vibrate out of the speaker. “Also your hair looks very piano today.” Sam blushed, clearing his throat at your compliment.

“Thanks.”

“I mean it, your hair looks good. I like it long.” you continued. You had always had a crush on Sam. He was the funny smart guy, who looked like a 70s dreamboat. You had been devastated, secretly of course, when he cut his hair a few years ago, but now that it had grown out, you were going to make sure to remind him of how good it looked any chance you got.

“I missed it being long.” Sam replied quietly, twirling his ends around his finger. Unbeknownst to you, Sam had found out through your sometimes-confidant, Jake, that you preferred his longer hair shortly after the cut, and vowed to himself grow it back. For you. He had only gotten his hair cut short to change it up, and maybe to try and get you to notice him. He thought that if he did something drastic it would be like the movies, you’d suddenly notice he was right in front of you all along. And yet, neither of you had made a single move.

“I did too.” you admitted, reaching up and running your hands through his hair, pushing it back out of his face. “I missed braiding it during movie nights.” Sam closed his eyes at the push of your fingertips through his hair, the gentle scratch of your nails against his scalp. The sound of Rosie somewhere in the house, shaking and clattering her tags broke the moment, and Sam shifted in his seat, looking back down at the book.

"Um okay, uh...how about leggiero?" Sam glanced up at you, a slight, pink blush creeping across his cheeks. You paused, your eyes scanning through an invisible book in the air in front of you as you racked your brain for the correct answer.

"Oh! Light and graceful, something I am definitely not." you chuckled under your breath. Sam felt a sudden surge through his chest. In his eyes, everything you did was graceful. You sipped your drinks with grace, walked down the street with grace, even when he was following close behind when you were tipsy and walking to the car. Hell, you even tripped, slipped and fell gracefully.

"You don't see yourself how others do." Sam's eyes widened as he realized he said it out loud, and your head whipped around to face him.

"What do you mean, Sam?" you asked softly, gazing up at him. He could pretend he didn't say it, try and move on and quiz you on more musical directions, but something in his gut told him to double down. Finally tell you how he felt about you.

"I mean, you're amazing. You keep saying you're not good at things or you're clumsy, but you don't see all the ways you dance through life. Your laugh is one of my favorite sounds ever, and when you walk into a room, the vibe changes, it becomes lighter, more vibrant. I fall in love with you over and over again every time I see you."

"You-you what?" throat feeling tight, you thought you'd misheard Sam. Surely the man who'd been the object of you affections for the past few years didn't just admit he had feelings for you.

"I-um, I..." Sam's cheeks were on fire now, he licked his lips nervously as he tried to gauge your reaction through your shock. Before he could speak again, your lips were on his. Both of you froze for a moment, but once his hands cupped your face, you felt yourself melt into him, the awkward twist of you bodies on the small bench not mattering as the two of you lost yourselves.

When the heat of the moment waned and the two of you finally pulled apart, you rested your forehead against his.

"Well, that was very espressivo." Sam chuckled, swiping his thumb across the apple of your cheek as you giggled. You gave him another peck.

"It's hard not to be expressive when your crush tells you how much they like you." you replied.

"Maybe this is how we should practice more often." Sam suggested.

"Hmm? Making out?" you hummed with another giggle.

"In a way. I'll ask you a direction, and you show me with a kiss." Sam smirked. "Like this. Staccato." you bit your bottom lip as you thought, not being able to figure out the word. You frowned, shaking your head and Sam just smiled, leaning over and pressing short, quick kisses all over your face making you laugh while his facial hair tickled your soft skin.

"Ooh I like it better when you show me." you told him. "Can you jog my memory on andante?" Sam's smirk grew as he cupped your face, bringing you in for a slow, passionate kiss. He let his fingers tangle in your hair as one of your hands rested on his thigh, fingers digging into the jean-clad limb as his tongue softly lapped with yours.

"Now," he sighed when he finally pulled away. "That was a gimmie, because I happen to know one of your favorite songs is Andante, Andante by Abba." you gave him an innocent shrug, batting your eyes.

"Get used to it, Sam." you whispered, still not have having enough of his lips as you kissed him again. "I'm gonna use every excuse in the book to kiss you from now on."

"You don't ever need an excuse again." he mumbled against your lips. "I'll kiss you from sun up til sun down, and as long as the moon is in the sky."

"We should invest in some lip balm and mouthwash then, huh?" Sam laughed and agreed. Scratching his chin, he thought for a moment.

"You know, it's getting close to dinner time, what do you say we go out for a bite?" you found yourself nodding instantly, letting him help you up from the bench.

"Then after, we can come back and practice piano? You can teach me some more?" you asked as you followed Sam towards your front door and the shoe rack. He turned suddenly and wrapped his arms around you, swaying you.

"Oh sweet thing, I plan on teaching you piano all night."

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[simsstuph]

Lawless never really cared for school, but high school was quickly becoming a place he liked being. He was making friends quickly and he seemed to rush between bells to biology. He and Mr. "Snark" were becoming really close.

Mr. Snark: Good morning class! How's everyone doing today?

The class in unison: Good.

Mr. Snark pushed through the lesson and let the kids have the last 15 minutes of class to hang out and chat amongst themselves. He made his way over to Lawless's desk.

Mr. Snark: Lawless I didn't get your homework... Everything okay?

Lawless rolled his eyes: Sorry Mr. Snark, I did it.. I just forgot it at home. My parents were being annoying and made me eat dinner with them, it's sorta their one requirement of me.

Mr. Snark chuckled: Parents can be a tricky thing. Just bring it tomorrow and I won't penalize you for it.

Lawless perked up: Woah, really? Thanks Mr. Snark!

Mr. Snark: Sure thing, besides with how close your dad and I were, it almost feels like we're family.

Lunch period:

Cozette Wren looking around the cafeteria: Where's Houstin?

Lawless: Dude, who knows.. Probs chatting it up with the ladies somewhere.

Cozette Wren rambling on: You two are going to wind up on the teen mom season premier, I just know it. Statistics say--

Lawless: Cozy.. Please. If I cared about statistics I woulda took the class.

Cozette Wren rolled her eyes: What's up with you today? You seem pissy.

Lawless: Just tired, Mr. Snark is letting me hand in my homework late without penalization. He's so chill.

Cozette Wren: He gives me the creeps! Something about him is... Just off.

Lawless: You think everyone is off, [chuckles] you need a chill pill. Always on alert for no reason. Besides he knew my dad back in the day, it's a respect thing.

Cozette Wren laughed sarcastically: They couldn't of been that close if your dad didn't even remember him when you told him he said hi.

Lawless shrugged: My pops was drunk most of his high school days, of course he wouldn't remember most of it.

They both laughed.

[deadpool15]

Attitude

We had all decided to go the fair well a decent amount of us. Bada and Howl thought it would be a good idea to have a double date. I thought it would be fun, plus who doesn't love the fair. All the happy smiles turned to shit when Jamie caught a panties in a bunch. Claiming she didn't wanna hang out today, which of course was unlike her, she loves hanging out with our friends. Though, I had wanted to know the reason only for her to sit there and ignore when I asked her. That was strike one. When we got here, Bada suggested we had towards some rides before we ate, so it wouldn't get crowded until we were done, really. "Why, are we listening to her? What if I don't wanna do that?" She said that shit out loud, and Bada turned in her direction, trying to apologize, only for her to suck her teeth and push her out of that way.

Now that shit was strike two, especially when I tried to talk to her again, and she proceeded to completely walk away from the conversation like I wasn't even there. It's like she was slowly making it her mission to fuck up everyone's day, and fuck was she succeeding. Then, as we were walking towards the haunted house, I spotted Minho now. I had no isdue with the fellow members of stray kids, but Minho was nice. Very nice to my girl, that is, though let her tell it that just got along really well and he was a nice friend. "Yea, right a nice friend that wanted to fuck you or even get a simple lick on your neck. That kid acts like he has never seen the female body when he gets around you." She shut down the argument immediately. Maybe I was being jealous but rightfully so.

"Hey, I didn't expect to see you all here. I thought you told me you couldn't show up to our practice cause something big came up." The look I gave him then her was absolutely fucking wild. She didn't want to spend time with me today because she wanted to hang around this fucking clown. "Yea, it's no biggy. I was practically forced by Seoyoung over there. But we can hang out now, if you want, they don't mind." Noe that shit was strike three and four all together. She just blew up the fucking scale. Before he could answer, I saw that smile on his face, like hell, he is hanging out with anyone today. "I'll be right back. I need to use the ladies' room. Baby, could you help me?" She stares at me for a moment while looking confused. Before I yank her hand and dragged her to the nearest bathroom.

"Omg, what the fuck Seoyoung. Why are you grabbing me like that? Someone is gonna think your ass is kidnapping me." I turned around to glance at her before finding the biggest unused stall and shoving her in. All I heard were her constant protests and slick remarks that I was so fucking tired of you hearing all day. "Say another word or so help me God I will bend you over and fuck you until you scream my name loud enough for that bitch to hear all the way outside." She gasped while looking at me in shock. Slowly backing up into the wall to find some sort of secure point to ground herself. She was scared, but finally she was listening to me. "Wow, there it is, huh? Only way to get a slut to listen. You've been sitting her all day, catching attitudes and throwing fucking tantrums. What the fuck is your problem, huh? And making plans to hang with Minho, you want to hang with him over me?" She shoke her head aggressively. "I'm s-sorry, baby. I'll be good-nghh." Shoving her into the wall while rubbing over her clit through her panties, "Now I'm your baby, before I was Seoyoung. Just needed your sloppy hole filled, didn't you?"

She whines while her head falls back against the wall, letting out harsh breaths. Trying to regain her strength, she tries to grab my arm to slow me down. So I moved her panties to the side and shoved my fingers in her pussy. She screamed out loud, I placed my hand over her mouth and kissed her neck to quiet her down. "Just want everyone to hear you, don't you, baby? My little slut that can't follow simple rules. Always fucking up. Knowing I'm gonna put you right back in your place. Tell me, could he make you feel like this." She moans in my ear, fuck did she sound good. "P-please, I'll be good." She was whining, like always. "I know you will, baby." I say as I stop and suck on my fingers while she stares at me, "why would you do that? I'm sorry I'll be better, I promise." I just kiss her cheek and tell her," Let's go. "Bad girls don't get to come, you know that. But good girls get so much. You have to earn it, show me you can earn it." She pouts but agrees, knowing I won't go back on my word. "I'll be the best for you. You'll see, baby." I pat her head listening to her word while ficing her clothes. And grabbing her hand. "Just needed a little attitude adjustment, baby."

(Request by @itstherenaissance)

[whoiwanttoday]

Today is, if you can believe it, the 12th anniversary of my blog. Which is sort of nuts because that would make me old and while my body is breaking down and I am tired all the time and it's weird how different foods bother me now that never used to, I am actually not old. My friends have largely gotten old, my family keeps getting older, yet I remain vibrant and youthful and hip and with it. It's weird. I am posting Charli XCX because in celebration of my blogiversary she announced a new album last week and released her first single and as such has been much more present in the world because that goes hand and hand with promoting a new album as a popstar. I often think about her statement that the two most important things to being a successful popstar are being young and being hot. It's that sort of thing that makes me love her, she has always had this ironic detachment mixed with metacommentary and almost satire of pop culture. Except of course, it isn't satire because it's stuff she tends to love as well. Anyway, we all know I think she's a tremendous talent and over time it seems like more and more people have come around on that, as I like to point out I got True Romance in the bargain bin but eventually I had people on discogs offering me $500 for her mixtapes. Still a cult favorite I guess but the cult is significantly bigger. Think Jonestown as opposed to those three weird dude that lived in that cul-de-sac a block away when I was a kid. Anyway, with all these anniversary I post some stats for the people who care, which is literally @femalecelebrityoftheday and @kat-eleven because he likes numbers and she likes girls, so between the two of them this picture is their ideal.

Charli has been number one since about the start of the pandemic. For years it was Kate Upton and Katy Perry changing places but what I have learned over the years is that a lot of this is a matter of, "what have you done for me lately". I didn't think it would be that way going in but largely none of us are the unique, free thinking people we think we are, we're easily influenced by the world around us and this fortunes have risen and fallen with greater popularity and to be honest with the marketing pushes around celebrity brands. Miss Mosh was pretty solidly in the top 10 once upon a time and likely still would be if she was still a working model but again, out of sight out of mind. Most of the top 20 has been in the top 10 at some point but Amber Heard was the third most posted person after the first year of this blog and guys, you might have noticed her name isn't even in that picture there and it's simply because that was a once upon a time thing that quickly cooled, no doubt in part because she became less famous for movies and more famous for tabloid drama which generates different interests. Which really is the main thing i have learned with all of this. Celebrity culture is fascinating but these aren't real people. That might get me some backlash and I am not trying to dehumanize anyone but Charli XCX is not Charlotte Aitchison and either one of those people are not someone we're seeing through anything. I think great artists indeed put part of themselves in to their work but we don't know them, we know the portion of them that they are showing us. You mix in celebrity culture, which is not art or artists but brands and marketing and you are being sold something. We are attached to an idea or an image and if you want to really examine this I would argue who and what you like says more about you than them. I don't have a greater point here I suppose, other than to simply state it. I like Charli XCX a lot, I like her work, but none of this is real in the sense my friends (who are getting so fucking old somehow) and loved ones are. It's for fun, don't lose sight of that. Today I want to fuck Charli XCX.

[witchybitchy222]

Hi lovely!! Can you please do #2 “I’ve known you since… forever, I can’t imagine life without you.” With Azriel?

Azriel x Reader | Confessions

Based on the above prompt! Short little angst with a fluffy ending!

Warnings: depression, slight allusion to suicidal thoughts

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Your family meant everything to you. The war with Hybern had threatened everyone you loved, and when it was over, you clung closer to them than ever. And after the birth of your nephew, Nyx, there was an outpouring of love around you that was truly incredible.

Now that things had settled down, everyone had fallen back into their old roles and new lives, but you…. You were lost.

As a kid, you’d never wanted to get married, or have babies. Living in the Hewn City, you knew you’d be married off to some cruel male who only wanted you to secure some alliance with your family and produce heirs. None of that was at all appealing to you and you’d dreaded and avoided it as long as you could. You’d learned to fight and use what little magic you had as a defense, you’d made yourself valuable enough to your father that he overlooked marrying you off for longer than was proper. That, and he was still holding out hope you’d be married to Rhysand.

The High Lord’s family had been close with yours. Your mothers were best friends and you’d spent a lot of your childhood playing with Rhys and his sister. When Rhys inherited his title, he’d taken you out of the Hewn City and your life in Velaris had begun.

Since then you’d been content with your found family and life working alongside the High Lord. But now, things had changed. It felt like everyone was moving on and you were standing still, and somewhere deep inside of you, you wanted a family of your own.

Of course you were more than happy for Rhys, he deserved every bit of happiness he had, and you loved Feyre and Nyx both. But now, not only was your best friend a mate and father, but Cassian was mated, Mor was dating a Valkyrie girl, and even Amren was seemingly happy with Varian. The one that hurt the most though, was Azriel and Elain.

They weren’t technically a couple, but everyone saw how much time they spent together and it was only a matter of time before they became more than friends. Really you should’ve been happy for them, you were happy for everyone else, but when it came to Azriel, your feelings had always been complicated.

You’d known the shadow singer for centuries and you’d always been close. Both of you had had flings and sexual partners, and for the most part you’d been fine with it. Content to let your feelings for him be pushed back and hold on to that spark of hope that he wasn’t in a serious relationship because he returned your feelings.

And then, Elain came along and your hope shattered. You couldn’t even hate her, she was so kind and gentle and she’d been through her own amount of trauma. You’d actually become friends rather quickly, bonding over botany. While Elain loved any and all plants, you focused mainly on herbs, medicines and poisons. She’d been more than happy to dedicate a section of her garden to them, and you’d taught her all you knew about them.

Today you’d been feeling more down than usual. You were slouched in the regular booth at Rita’s, frowning into your drink as your friends danced with their partners, leaving you alone. You knew they didn’t do it on purpose, but you were just so tired of being left out.

You downed the drink and moved across the bar, heading outside for some air. You closed your eyes and leaned against the wall, letting the cool night air wash over you.

“Y/N!” Elain’s voice called out to you. “I was hoping you’d be here tonight!”

You pushed off the wall, giving the female a smile. “You know me, I can never say no to Mor.”

Your eyes flitted behind her where Azriel stood, arms crossed and eyes scrutinizing as usual.

“I would’ve been here sooner, but I had to convince Az to come.” She turned to look at the shadowsinger and he shrugged in response. “I’m gonna go grab a drink, I’ll see you guys inside!” With a twirl of her lilac skirt, Elain disappeared into the club, likely to find her sisters.

Azriel slowly walked over and leaned against the wall next to you. “What’re you doing out here?” He asked, one eyebrow raised.

You shrugged back “just needed some air.”

“Drank to your limit already?” He smirked.

“Not even close” you snorted, nudging him with your shoulder.

You stood together in silence for a few minutes, watching the fae pass by. You knew he could tell you were upset, but you also knew he’d wait until you wanted to talk about it first. That was one thing you loved about Az, he never pried.

“Do you ever feel… out of place?” You asked, eyes sliding to his face.

“Well,” he began, “ I’m a bastard-born Illyrian with no blood relatives who lives with his best friends and their mates… so yeah.” He chuckled.

You rolled your eyes “I just mean…I feel like I’m not meant for this life anymore.”

“Y/N…” he started, his hand gently brushing your face, you turned to him, tears barely contained in your eyes “believe me, I know what you’re feeling. I’ve felt it a thousand times before, but you have to know, we’d all be lost without you. I’ve known you since… forever. I can’t imagine life without you.”

Your tears were flowing freely now as Azriel wrapped his arms around you, your head resting on his chest, wings cocooning you.

“Thanks Az, you’re the best.” You said with a sniffle.

“Mhmm” he said, hand rubbing circles on your back. “What’s got you feeling this way Y/N, I don’t want you to go down that path.”

You sighed, knowing he wouldn’t be satisfied with anything but the truth. “ I feel like everyone has their place, their person, and I’m just here. Rhys and Feyre are parents, Mor is finally being her true self, Amren has actually been showing affection towards someone, hell, even Cas is mated.” You looked up at him briefly, his attention fully trained on you before closing your eyes against his chest again. “And you have Elain.”

“Elain?” He asked, pulling back to look at your face.

“Don’t try and hide it Az, everyone knows it’s only a matter of time before you’re together” you scoffed.

“What would ever make you think that?” He asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“It’s obvious” you said, stepping out of his arms. “You’re always together, laughing and telling secrets” you tried to keep the bitterness from your voice.

You looked up at him and he laughed, he actually laughed at you.

“Y/N,” he smiled at you, “do you know why I’m here tonight?”

You frowned, was this a trick question? “Because Elain wanted you to come…” you said slowly.

“Yes, Elain wanted me to come,” he said, stepping closer to you, “she wanted me to come and spend time with you. She’s been trying every chance she gets to push us together because she figured out how I feel about you.”

“Az” you breathed, staring up at him wide-eyed .

“Ideally this isn’t how I would’ve told you, but, Y/N, I’m in love with you, and I think I always have been.”

Your whole world stopped at his confession, your heart sped up, and your body moved of its own accord. Before you even realized it you were grabbing his shirt and pulling him to you, your face tilting up to press your lips against his. Azriel sighed against you, his hands snaking around your waist, pulling you closer.

“I love you” you murmured between kisses, and he moved his body to press you against the wall, tongue entering your mouth, making you moan. The feel of his body pressed against you, his lips on yours was almost too much, and then suddenly it’s like fireworks were going off inside you, golden and sparkling. You pulled back and looked into those hazel eyes and suddenly you knew. Azriel was your mate.

You had to be grinning like an idiot but you didn’t even care because the pure joy you saw on his face matched the warmth you felt inside.

Azriel leaned his forehead against yours, letting out a soft laugh, “my mate” he grinned.

You reached up and placed a quick kiss on his lips, “I think we should go in and thank Elain.”

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[silent-raven13]

Omega Miles

Petie from Earth 2010 playing with his daughter, May in the daycare center. He saw Mayday from Earth 616 and Gerald, Jess' son playing together. May went over to play with them. "Dad, I wanna play soccer!" The toddler saw the big kids playing video games.

"Okay, come on, sweetie. Come here." He saw his three year old wobbling over to get a ball to play. He sat on his knees being more feminine the way he sit.

Mayday being seven years old and Gerald six years old were busy playing with their Nintendo Switch, "Ohh, good one, Gerry." Mayday giggles.

The dark Auburn little girl caught interest from the big kids, she went over to look over. "Hi, May!" Gerald said to the little girl.

"Hi. Hi!" She happily smiles.

"Wanna play?" Gerald being the kindest boy around, always happy to share his things.

Mayday nodded, "Yeah! We got Mario?"

"Wats dat?" May asked being confused.

Petie said, "Sorry kiddos, May is too young for those games. It might be hard for her."

"We can show her, Mister Petie!" Mayday said.

"Oh yay! I wanna learn!" May went over to sit between the two big kids.

"Okay, but remember, she's only three. She's learning." Petie said being concern, yet saw how May being so happy.

"It's fine. Brat and Berserk aren't good, too." Gerald said.

"Who?" Petie look confused.

In the front of the daycare, the daycare Spider-man sat in front desk. Then the door slides open, "Oh, hello, Morales. Dropping off your kiddos, again?"

"Yes." The Spider-man pushes a carriage with his massive baby bags. "Three." He types into the tablet.

"Alrighty." The Daycare teacher nodded.

Petie looks over spotting a certain friend, then smiles. "Hey, Miles." He could smell the strong Omega's scent filled with protection and calmness. It's sweet and soothing.

The Omega smiles happily being spotted, "Oh hey, Petie! Awe, you finally brought May!" He went to the carriage to pull out three hyper toddlers, ahh yes, the triplets! They all have Spider-hero powers.

One triplet climb on Miles' shoulder while two being in each of his arms. "Finally, they can play together again."

"Oh hi, frens!" May's head pop up to spot her friends.

The triplets being so hyper to spot May. "Oh daddy, daddy! May is here. Hurry up, we wanna play!" One of the triplets being the only girl tug her dad's suit.

"Okay. Okay, Mariana." Miles said having to go over towards the other children. He finally settle his triplets down letting them run wild.

"Oh hi, May and Gerry!" The triplets went over to the big kids.

"Oh hi, guys!" Mayday and Gerald hugs them. The triplets are very cuddly and always friendly yet so hyper. They always love games and never seem to lose energy.

Miles finally sat down being able to relax, "Ugh, finally! I was so tired this morning. My hubby had to work early today."

"Same. My wifey had an important business meeting." Petie said, "But I feel like yours is more busier with those pups."

"Oh yeah, they fell asleep at three in the morning because they wanna tussle." Miles watches his pups playing with the other children. I'm so glad they have friends to play. It's hard for them to make friends, especially with their gift."

"I know, what you mean!" Petie chuckles. The two Omegas watches their pups playing around with the big kids.

Then being unaware of another guest, "Papá, I'm fine on my own!" The nine year old pouts by her dad, "I always come here."

"Mija, I worried for you. Last time, you got lost or wonder off." Miguel 928 said to his daughter while holding his daughter's backpack filled with all her items. "You may be a Spider-hero, but you still need to master your skills." He carries her with one arm being a protective father.

"Okay. Okay." Gabriella hugs her dad, "I promise I'll be safe!"

"Good, mi vida. Tu papá te amo mucho!" Miguel hugs his daughter being happy. "I only worry for you."

"I know." She giggles. Miguel sign in his daughter, being in a wonderful mood. The older Spider-man had his life changed when his Gabriella came back to him.

Gabi spotted Miles, "Oh it's Miles! He must've dropped off Billie. HI MILES!"

The Omega turns his head being confused by the little girl. Gabriella gasps, "Opps, that's not Miles?"

"Gabi that's Miles from Earth 2020, he's an Omega." Miguel casually said.

"What's an Omega?" Gabi asked being confused.

Miles 2020 got up from his spot, "Hello, Miguel. Is this your daughter?" He tilted his head being confused. Maybe he was out of the loop with the latest news around Spider Society.

"Hello, Morales. Yes, this is Gabriella." Miguel said with a sincere smile being happy to introduce his daughter to other Spider-heroes.

"Hi, I'm Gabriella from Earth TRN 1042! I am a Spider-woman!" She grins widely at the tall and very slim Miles. This one is so different. He's thinner, slimmer with wide hips probably from child bearing and such a lush skin that makes him look so soft. He's taller, too. There's like a soft pink glow on this Miles Morales.

"Ohh how nice! Hey, Gabi. I'm Miles. It's nice to meet you." He smiles sweetly.

Gabi smiles back at him, "Hi, you look so different from Miles 1016!"

"Oh, I do. That's the famous one... the one that prove you wrong, huh?" He turns to Miguel with a smirk on his face.

Miguel seems to never live that down especially with all these Miles variants teasing and joking about him. Or the way some Spider-heroes would giggle about canon events and joke in front of him. "Yes. Yes. He was right and I was wrong, so very wrong." At least he can suck it up and face it.

Petie giggles, "I bet. Which is good that you were wrong. Don't you think?" His eyes on Gabriella.

The little girl went into her bag to pull out her juice box to drink, Miguel stares lovingly at his beautiful daughter. "Yes, I'm glad." He kisses his daughter's cheek. "Mi vida!"

"Papá!" Gabriella giggles, having to hug her dad.

Miles 2020 smiles widely until he heard loud crashing. "Brat! Ohhhh, you gonna be in trouble!" Mayday shouted out loud.

"Shh, don't tell daddy!" Brat hushes her.

"I heard that! Mariana, what did you do?" Miles 2020 went back to the daycare room to find his daughter dropping a picture frame off the wall. "Mariana, I told you to behave or I will tell your papi about your behavior!"

"Nuuuuhhh! I'll be good. Don't tell him." She pouts being upset that she started to burst into her tears. "It's not fair! It's not fair!" Then her brothers started bursting into tears.

"Ugh, I swear. They only act like this when their dad isn't around." Miles 2020 pinch the bridge of his nose.

Miguel came in to find the triplet suddenly stopping when they felt his presence. Sometimes they wonder if he was an Alpha, his large size and mean look just spook them. "Thanks, Miguel." Miles 2020 pick up Mariana to comfort her. "it's not easy with triplets."

Gabi gasps at the triplets, "Wow, triplets! Are these yours, Miles?"

"Of course! They got their amazing looks from me!" Miles 2020 grins widely being smug about it. Mariana sniffles having to suck her thumb as her daddy comforts her.

"Who's the mommy?"

"I am?" Miles grins.

"Huh?" Gabi never looked so confused in her life.

Miguel clears his throat, "Gabriella, nana... Miles 2020 is from a world where there's a second gender. He can have babies."

"Saayyy what!" Gabi never thought that was a thing. Then again, this was the multi-verse, anything is possible.

"Gabi, I gave birth to May, too." Petie said. "Me and Miles 2020 are Omegas."

"Huh?" Gabriella felt like she was trying to do math in her head. There's that word again.

"Gabi, it's... their second gender. Petie y Miles are Omegas. Omegas can give birth to their Alphas." Miguel tries his best to explain to her about it.

Mayday saw how lost Gabi looked which made her laugh out loud. The two boys from the triplets were turning their heads at Mayday who fall over on the ground cracking up. Gerald merely mutters as he plays his game, "Just say yeah, and pretend you know what they mean. It's pretty confusing."

May said, "I'm an Alpha!"

"And girls can be Alphas?" Gabriella asked, "But? How can they have babies?"

"Mmm..." Miguel didn't want to explain sex to her yet. "From a stork."

"Huh?" Gabriella never felt so confused. She study human anatomy before but that as much as she went. She knew the basics of male and female sex, but second gender? Oh she's much too young to get it.

Petie giggles, "Gabi, it's okay if you don't get it. It's hard when your not in the Omegaverse."

"Tell me about it. I had to tell Ben Riley about it five times already." Miles 2020 said then planted a kiss on his daughter.

Miguel nodded, "Yeah, see."

"Okay... so that means Miles 1016 is an Omega?" Gabi asked.

"No, bebe. Only a few Spider-heroes are. You'll when you see them." Her dad tries to explain, it's just complicated.

Gabriella said, "I'm just gonna agree."

Miles 2020 giggles, "I bet." He set his daughter down, before going to clean up the mess she made. Mariana went over to Gabriella, "Hi, wanna be my fren!"

"How about I be your big sister!" Gabriella smirks widely seeing Mariana reminding her a lot like Billie 1016.

The little toddler's eyes gleam and gasp, "For real! YEAH!" She climbs on Gabi's back being excited, "I got a sista!"

"Mari be careful, Gabi is still young." Miles 2020 worries for Mariana being too rough with Gabriella.

"She can handle it, Morels. Don't worry." Miguel tries to assure the omega.

"Alright. Mari and the boys love horsing around. Ben got the marks on his leg to prove it." The dark skinned Omega hums.

Petie giggles, "They are all Alphas, huh?"

"I believe so."

Miguel whistled being surprised, "Three Alphas? isn't that a big thing?"

"Yeah!" The Omegas nodded.

Miles 2020 proudly said, "Alphas have more power so to see my babies being one, I can be at ease."

"Same. They will have an easier life." Petie nodded.

Miguel never thought it that way, then again, he always saw Omega Spider-heroes struggling during their heat. Or they need to be alone from missions because they are preparing for their nesting for their heat. It's all too complex. Yet, Miguel did try to help them as much as he can to provide a safe place for them.

Gabriella, Mayday and Gerald all were playing the triplets and May. They had a games for them to play. The adults didn't seem to want to leave seeing how their children were having fun with each other.

It brought smiles to their faces, especially Miguel. "Now, that's a face I can get us to, Miguelito!" Miles 2020 smiles being more handsy, which is his love language when he felt safe around a man that isn't an Omega. His hand got a hold of the large man's jawline and squish it, "You use to be so grumpy and now your a beautiful swan!"

Petie laughs, "He does look better now. No more sleepless moody Miggy."

Miguel rolled his eyes at the twenty seven year old Omega, "Morales. Parker... I never been any more happier." Her grins widely showing off his canine.

The Omegas blushes then giggles. "You're such a flirt, O'Hara." Miles 2020 playfully shove the large man, which Miguel didn't budge.

The older Spider-man chuckles with amusement, "What did you expect?"

"I was hoping a threat, not you being charming." Miles 2020 had his arm on Miguel's shoulder using him to lean on while talking. "You practically begging me to leave my hubby for you."

"Careful, now. You know, he's a jealous Alpha." Petie couldn't stop laughing.

"Please, you would never leave." Miguel snorted.

"You right, but you are handsome, O'Hara. I'm surprise you haven't dated anyone yet."

"I rather be single. Been through too much." Miguel casually said. "It's better that way."

"Well, if you need emotional physical touch- of course, platonic! We're here." Petie offers. Nothing like an Omega present to sooth down their friends.

"Yup. I don't mind hugging you, Miggy-poo." Miles 2020 jokes.

"I hate when you call me that." Miguel sighs.

The Omegas laughs at him again. "Miggy-poo! Miggy-Poo!" They teased.

Mayday looks over at the adults and said to Gabriella, "When are they leaving? I thought they had to work?"

"I dunno! I guess the chisme is good. My daddy loves good gossip." Gabriella whispers to Mayday and Gerald.

"Daddy needs to leave so we can run wild!" Mariana said as she plays with Gabriella. Her brothers nodded.

Yet, the adults never left. They spend the rest of the morning talking and watching their kids play. They sat by the seats having conversation about anything their life as parents and as Spider-men.

Soon one of the triplets rushes over to his daddy, "Daddy! Daddy! I'm hungry! Can we get food?"

"Oh gosh, what time is it?" Miles 2020 saw his watch being so confused, "Did we really spend all morning talking?"

"Looks like it." Petie said.

Miguel said, "Really? Hilo del la..." He stop himself from cursing then sighs, "I wanted to catch up on my paper work. Whatever, i'll figure it out." He looks at his watch seeing the time, "Gabriella, are you hungry?"

"Yeah." She munches on her bag of chip being so hungry for lunch. "I'm starving!" She shared her chips with Mayday and Gerald.

Mariana said, "I want chicken nuggets!"

"Oh me too! And-and a free toy!" May said out loud.

Miguel said, "We can go to the food court and get lunch together. Seeing how our children are enjoying each other presents."

Miles 2020 picked up his son, "Yeah, they are getting along very well. So you three can behave, huh?" He tease his baby boy.

His son giggles being bashful and hide his face into his daddy's neck. "No..."

"No? What do you mean no?" Miles 2020 chuckles at his baby.

"Hehehe." His son giggles.

"He's get it from his dad, Miles. You know that." Petie watched at the little boy being funny.

"Oh for sure!"

Then, Jess and Peter came to get their own kids. They greeted Petie and Miles 2020 seeing how their children were hanging out most of the morning. "Yeah, we can do lunch!" Peter said to his friends. "Right, May?"

"Yeah! I want food!" Mayday got up to head to her dad.

"Me too! Me too!" Gerald said to his mom."

"Okay. Okay. We'll all go to lunch." Jess said to her son. The group head out.

Miles 2020 had to use his web as a leash, they were excited to be free from daycare. One of the boys climb on Peter B. Parker, "Hey, easy, kid. Your pretty fast, huh?" He tries to catch the boy.

"Hehe!"

"They are pups." Petie giggles as he watched Mariana and her other brother walking about being so interested by the high advance hallway. His own daughter wanted to walk with the triplets to be part of the group. "May, don't walk too far from me."

"I won't!" May hums as she saw Mariana trying to rip the web from her.

"Mariana, stop it." Miles 2020 warned his daughter.

"I don't want dis!" Mariana frowns.

Jess said, "She's ready to tussle?"

"Always." Miles 2020 keeping a close eye on the ring leader of the triplets, "She's just like her dad and he always say no!"

Miguel said, "You need to invest into a well quality leash."

"Why? I did it with my web. Look at May! She's fine." Peter 616 said.

Petie grunts, "You have one kid. Miles got three!"

"And you can't even catch Aaron." Jess said to Peter seeing he failed to catch the crawling kid around his body.

"Well, it's because I'm not use to him! I need practice." Peter said trying to get the boy.

Mayday laughs, "Daddy's funny."

"Mommy that's not Aaron. That's Karl!" Gerald said, "Aaron is over there."

Jess looks at the two boys being confused, "Wait, I thought Aaron got green eyes?"

"No, that's Karl." Miles 2020 said, "Aaron has my eye color."

Aaron hugs his daddy's leg while sucking his thumb. "Daddy, up!"

"Okay baby." Miles 2020 lifts his son, then felt his spider sense tingling, he looks over at Mariana biting through the web on her back, "Mariana! Don't bite that?" He went to pick her up with his other arm, "Ugh. Young lady, you don't know what's that web made of!"

"But I wanna be free, daddy!" Mariana scowls having to wiggle around.

"No, you will run off and will never find me again!" Miles 2020 scold her.

"No! I am safe!" She pouts.

May went over to Mayday and said, "Mayday, you gonna get chicken nuggets?"

"Yeah, what about you?"

"Um... Um... I dunno!" May said. "Maybe... sandwich."

"Gabi, what are you getting?" Gerald asked Gabriella.

"Hmm, maybe chicken sandwich or- or Empanadas!" She answered.

Miguel saw Miles 2020 saw the way Mariana moving around. "Here, I'll hold them."

"Oh thank you, Mig!" Miles 2020 handed his two children, "My back is hurting a bit." The two children happily got on Miguel. They felt so small compare to him with their tiny bodies they started climbing all over him.

"Hahaha, it's like a mountain, daddy!" Mariana giggles.

Miguel let them crawl all over him, he's use to this. Jess grins widely, "Your doing great papa bear."

"Hahaha, that's a cute name for Miguel. Papa bear!" Petie said out loud.

Miles 2020 chuckles, "Papa bear are you able to handle my pups?"

"Yes..." Miguel 928 slowly said.

The group wasn't aware of the slim young teenager coming down the same hallway they stood. She stop herself spotting a young man that's similar to her brother! Big brown eyes widen as if she felt as time had stop. Her voice gone for the moment, removing her mask to get a better look. "Miles?" She asked out loud.

The other man didn't hear her. "MILES!" The whole group stopped being startled by the shout, who was that? They all froze even the triplets.

[variety-fangirl]

Love Me or Let Me Go / JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Part 1 here

Summary: after confessing to JJ that you had been in love with him for months, your relationship shifted and changed completely. Neither knew how to act anymore, but Pope helped to pick up the pieces.

Warnings: swearing, drinking, angst, sad reader and sad JJ :(, mentions of not eating properly (skipping meals, eating little amounts)

Authors note: part 2 as promised my lovelies, I hope you all enjoy! I decided to shift things and some parts from JJ's point of view also, so I hope everyone likes it 😁 I'm so glad people wanted a part 2 😊.

Word count: 3.7k

It had been two weeks since you confessed your feelings to JJ, and it had been the hardest week of your life. You and JJ had never gone this long without talking, texting, or seeing one another. It was usually no more than two days at most, and by the time you finally did see one another, you'd be inseparable. So to go a whole two weeks without talking or seeing him was absolute hell, he wasn't just the person you were in love with, he was your best friend.

He was the missing piece that made you feel whole, he was literally your soulmate. Since that first day of school when you both met as kids, that was the day you both became one being. You felt like your whole body was numb, fading into nothing. You didn't want to lose him as a friend but you couldn't help the way you felt about him. And you weren't sure you could push those feelings aside any longer.

The first week was spent mostly crying and locked away in your room, the only people you allowed in were the rest of the group. Pope visited the most, almost every day, to check on you. You and Pope had always been close but in these last few weeks, your friendship had grown. And you were thankful for that because without realising it, that was what you needed. Everyone had grown to be concerned about you in these two weeks, even your parents and little sibling had noticed that you weren't yourself.

Everyone quickly put two and two together, realising that JJ wasn't coming around. Your family were used to seeing the blonde headed boy, having him over for dinner quite often and letting him crash on the couch whenever he needed to. So your family quickly understood something had happened but didn't want to pry.

Pope knocked on the door of y/n's house, waiting for someone to answer. Y/n's mother answered with a friendly smile on her face, a sad expression lurking behind. "Oh Pope, come in!" She greeted, ushering the boy in. Closing the door she asked for him to wait a moment, "can you take this up to her? She hasn't eaten today." She asked with a frown. He nodded, "of course! I'll try to knock some sense into her." She nodded gratefully and returned to the kitchen. Pope reached y/n's door, knocking gently. "Who is it?" Pope hardly recognised your voice, it was raspy and filled with sadness. "It's me," Pope announced, walking in once you agreed. He was instantly saddened when he took in your appearance, noticing the barely touched plate of food from that morning. He sighed and made his way over, placing the plate in front of you.

"Come here." Pope held out his arms for you, watching as you immediately crawled towards him. He uncrossed his legs, allowing you to sit between them as he held you. The second his arms wrapped around you, you crumbled. The tears instantly fell, cascading down your cheeks like a waterfall. You sobbed into Pope's chest, gripping the back of his shirt as tight as you could. He hushed you softly, "it's okay, let it out." As he placed his chin lightly on your head. You weren't sure how long you stayed like this, embraced in Pope's arms but neither bothered to move until you felt better.

Pope sat down next to you, sitting with his legs crossed. You were sitting with your knees to your chest, hugging them tightly. Your head lay on the top of your knees, facing him but you weren't looking at him. Pope noticed the glassy tired look in your eyes, they were red and puffy from crying. Pope felt awful that he couldn't take the hurt away or make you feel better. It pained him to see his friend in such pain.

He was pissed at JJ, how could he not see how amazing you were? How could he not want to be with her? No one had ever fully accepted JJ so completely, flaws and all as you had. Not even John B, so how could he hurt the person who loved him the most? Pope just couldn't understand, he felt his heartbreak for you. He could see how much you were struggling without him.

By the second week, you had managed to stop crying as often. Able to mostly keep it together for those around you who were concerned. Kie and Sarah had just left, you had been able to spend the last two hours enjoying the moment without a single thought of JJ. Which was a first, until they had left at least. You made your way downstairs to have dinner with your family for the first time in a week, finally feeling good enough to leave the safety of your bedroom.

Your family looked shocked, not expecting to see you but we're happy nonetheless. Despite not expecting to see you, a place at the table had been set for you, which made you smile. "What can I do to help?" You asked with a small smile, giggling when your mother rushed towards you with open arms.

-

You sat with your family eating your mother's homemade spaghetti bolognese, missing the taste of a full meal. You had lost your appetite all week, not being able to stomach large amounts of food. So you were grateful that you were finally able to eat normally once again. Your younger sister smiled at you, passing you some bread, happy to have you mostly back to normal. You watched as your mother and father chatted about work, playfully making jokes towards one another.

You watched as your father teased your mother lovingly, placing a peck on her pouting lips with a laugh. She giggled, not being able to stay mad at him for long. You sighed silently to yourself, feeling sadness overcome you. But you refused to let it ruin your time with your family, so you simply sat there and ate your food.

JJ sat on the porch of the chateau with a beer in hand, it had been five days since you had confessed your feelings for him. He was struggling not seeing you or talking to you at all, he wasn't used to being without his best friend. You helped to keep him sane and grounded, you always looked after him and never judged him. You were more than he could have asked for in his life and he had just thrown all that away. JJ placed his head in his hands, pulling at his hair in anger.

John B walked outside, leaning against the doorframe and observing his best friend. He felt bad for him, seeing him struggle but he had also seen how bad you were suffering also. He was torn. "Hey man." John B announced his presence to his friend, taking the seat opposite JJ. JJ raised his head to look at his friend, tears in his eyes.

"I fucked up big time, didn't I?" JJ whispered, looking at his friend sadly. John B nodded, giving him a sympathetic look. JJ stood up aggravated with himself and threw his bottle across the grass, watching as it smashed. John B went and stood with his friend, grabbing his shoulder. "How do you feel about her?" John B questioned, wanting to know. Everyone wondered, JJ hadn't told anyone how he'd felt about his best friend.

JJ laughed bitterly, "I've been in love with her for years man." JJ shook his head at himself, annoyed that he didn't answer you back that night. "Dude are you serious?! So then why didn't you say that to her days ago?" John B asked, his eyebrows knitted in confusion. JJ groaned, "because I'm a fucking idiot, okay?! Every time I've tried to tell her I've chickened out because I didn't think she would fall for someone like me, I'm a mess! Hence why we are in this situation." He huffed to himself, giving his best friend a sad look.

The sound of a car alerted the two boys, John B and JJ looked over in the direction of the noise confused. Pope got out of his father's car, slamming the door behind him. "Oh, he's pissed. At me right?" JJ questioned, already knowing the answer. John B shook his head amused, knowing Pope was going to argue with JJ.

"I've just visited y/n, do you know how much you've hurt her?!" Pope yelled, making his way over to the blonde-headed boy. "How is she?" JJ questioned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. Pope looked at him dumbfounded, "how is she?! Hmm, let me see. She hasn't stopped crying in days, she's barely eating and she refuses to leave her room. Does that sum up how she's doing?!" Pope was enraged with JJ's typical attitude, at that moment he wanted to punch his friend.

"That's fine! I can manage that, I think." JJ mumbled the last part, more to himself than the other two. Was he able to go any longer without seeing or speaking to you? He wasn't sure. But he supposed he'd have to. All JJ knew was that he needed to get you back and as more than just his best friend this time. "Okay, here's the plan," Pope muttered, pulling the two boys in to discuss what to do.

"Fuck!" JJ yelled, even more, pissed at himself than he was before. He felt like such an arse, he'd broken his best friend's heart. The person he loved more than anything, "I've fucked it up and I don't know to unfuck it!" JJ yelled, pulling at his hair. He didn't know what to do, he was stuck in a difficult position. "Help me, Pope. Help me get her back, i-i need her man." JJ could feel the tears welling in his eyes, clouding his vision. He turned from his friends, wiping his eyes.

He knew he'd fucked up big time but he needed you back, he couldn't imagine his life without you in it permanently. He'd his feelings in for long enough. "Fine, but she needs time to feel better first. You haven't seen how she's been, man." Pope sighed, remembering how broken and defeated you'd looked as he left.

-

Two weeks of not seeing or speaking to JJ had been absolute hell. You had been tempted on many occasions to call or text him. You had sat on your bed multiple times in the last week, pulling out your phone and hovering over JJ's contact. But you would back down last minute, thinking it better not to. You had sat there wondering if he had wanted to contact you as well, you hoped he would have but he never did. Which broke your heart further.

You had managed to pull yourself together mostly, not having cried for a few days. Pope had messaged you that morning asking you to get ready by 7 and to meet him outside your home. You had asked why but he refused to tell you, saying it was a secret. So by 6:30, you had eaten, showered and shaved, and gotten dressed in a tank top and shorts.

By 6:45 you were sitting on your bed anxiously, your knee bouncing up and down in one spot. A nervous habit you had. You were unsure what Pope was up to, your stomach felt knotted for some reason. You decided to go downstairs and let your parents know about the plans, knowing they would be more than happy that you were finally leaving the house.

"Hey, I'm going out for a while, meeting with Pope, Sarah, and Kie. I'll see you guys later." You hugged your family and walked out the door, heading towards the beach to meet the three. Sarah and Kie had rung you last-minute letting you know they would be joining, which was of course okay with you. You were happy to spend time with them, you just hoped JJ wouldn't turn up.

The sun was setting beautifully, a warm yellow-orange glow shining upon you. You spotted your three friends standing together, chatting about something you couldn't hear. "Hey!" You called, reaching the group with a smile. The first genuine happy smile you'd had in two weeks, which the group picked up on. "Hey! You look a lot better, healthy!" Kie commented on your appearance, making you giggle lightly.

"Thanks, Kie." You shook your head amused. Sarah and Pope looked at her annoyed, "really? Healthy?" Pope asked dumbfounded, Kie raised her hands in defence. "Sorry, sorry!" She laughed. "So! What are we doing here exactly? You guys were very vague on the phone?" You smiled, curious as to what you'd all be doing but grateful to be out of the house. The sun felt good on your skin, the light warm breeze nipping at your legs.

"You need to trust us, okay?" Pope smiled, waiting as you frown. You laughed, "no way! Every time I trust you guys I either get shot at, chased, or in trouble with the law!" You shook your hands around, turning away from them. You were grabbed by two pairs of arms, making you grumble unhappy. You frown at the three as you were turned around. "No, no, no. Come on, you trust me don't you?" Pope questioned with a raised eyebrow, he knew you did.

You huffed, "yes I do!" You announced annoyed, but you knew that none of them would put you openly in any danger unless you were all together. "Let's go then!" Sarah called happily, a big smile on her face. You couldn't help but smile in return, there was just something about Sarah Cameron's smile, she won people over effortlessly. Sarah linked arms with you and eyed you secretly, I hope this works, she thought.

They led you down onto the beach, allowing you to remove your sandals. You carried them in your hand, looking around curiously. The beach was empty apart from you guys and the silence allowed you to feel peaceful. They led you down the sand to a secluded corner, large rocks and trees covering the view of the road and pathway. You looked around confused when you noticed a little picnic area set up, blankets covering the sand so you could sit.

There was a bunch of food and drinks poking out the open lid of the basket. Pope, Sarah, and Kie gave you large smiles, positioning you where they wanted you. You turned to face them, your back to the picnic, "what is this guys?" You asked confused, pointing to the area. You noticed them walking away from you quickly, "where the hell are you going? Leaving me alone here! Guys?!" You yelled as they laughed, running away from you.

You watched as John B jumped out from behind the rocks and ran away with the three, "you two John B?! What the fuck guys?" You yelled again, you waved your arms around annoyed. "What is this?" You pointed, turning to look at the picnic, only to be met with a sheepish looking JJ scratching the back of his neck. You groaned annoyed, "traitors!" You yelled at the group who were walking away together.

They turned to look at you, giving you both thumbs up, "good luck!" You knew that was aimed at JJ. You sighed, turning to face JJ fully. You looked at the blonde-headed boy, he wore a button-up white shirt with four buttons undone. He wasn't wearing his usual cap, his hair was messy in a sexy way. He wore a pair of dark grey shorts and his favourite pair of shoes were placed by the picnic. He looked absolutely delicious and tempting, but you refused to show your attraction to the boy.

"Hey," JJ muttered, feeling extremely nervous. You could decide to just walk away, and never want to speak to him again. JJ could feel his palms sweating, his stomach churning nervously. He was terrified of losing you completely, you were his everything. Maybe he had already lost you, the thought made him panic. Oh God, what if I've already lost her? Shit, I'm such a fucking idiot. "JJ?" you called, noticing he looked like his mind was elsewhere.

You raised your eyebrow at the boy, waiting for his explanation. "Shit, sorry. What did you say?" He asked nervously, rubbing the back of his neck? "I asked what all this is for?" You replied, pointing to the picnic. You were nervous beyond belief, not having seen him in a while. The person responsible for your broken heart, but the same person who made you feel so many emotions. You were conflicted on how to feel right now.

"When I first noticed things were different between us, more than just friendship, I was terrified. I got scared, I've never had someone love me in the ways you do. You've never once judged me, you always stood by my side even when I would do some stupid shit." You both laughed at that part, remembering all the times you'd come to his aid, "you've always been my partner in crime, and you've always made sure I was taken care of. You see me for the real me, the me that I haven't shown anyone else, and that scared the shit out of me! So I did what I always do, I ran. I slept with that toroun that night of the party to push you away, I was scared you'd get tired of me and leave me like everyone seems to. And I know it's stupid! But I'm in love with you, I have been since that first day I met you. I'm a fucking idiot for not telling you sooner, but I just couldn't risk losing you." Once he'd finished explaining, you were shocked.

"I asked the gang to help me out, to set this whole thing up. I wanted to do something special as a way of helping me to apologise to you. Just give me like ten minutes to explain, please?" JJ begged, pulling at your heartstrings. He did all this for you, to say sorry. The least you could do was hear him out, so you agreed. JJ led you to the blanket, sitting down near each other.

You were curious as to why JJ did what he did, wondering why he had led you on the way he did. Did he want to hurt you in the end? You were sure not, he cared about you deeply. Surely he didn't intend to hurt you the way he had. You stared at him, giving him your full attention. JJ felt nervous, he had never fully opened up to anyone before. He tended to keep the full truth to himself, he'd never had a serious relationship before or someone that loved him as fully as you do.

You couldn't believe that he had felt the same, for years! You could feel tears prick at your eyes, "why couldn't you have said this two weeks ago? You could have saved us both the heartache." You stressed, a single tear falling. JJ lifted his hand and wiped the tear away, you leaned into his touch. JJ shifted closer, pulling you to fully face him. Your knees were touching, making your stomach do flips.

"Please y/n, give me another chance to fix this. Give me the chance to make it up to you and love you. I need you." He begged, his eyes glossy. You contemplated your options, he was extremely sorry and set up this romantic picnic to apologise. He explained why he did it, although you were a bit pissed that he'd felt this way for years and didn't say anything. An idea popped up in your mind.

You smiled, "only if you tell me why you stormed out of the porch that day at the chateau." JJ instantly knew which day you were talking about, an annoyed expression forming. He groaned, "because we always sit together, so when I saw you all giggly and close to Pope, I got jealous. You two looked like you were getting really close, especially when we went out on the boat." He huffed, seeming to remember the memory in his mind.

You giggled, "you do realise, that me and Pope were bonding over our mutual issue of being in love with people who don't like us back. Well, at least I didn't think you did," you felt amused that JJ had been jealous of you and Pope. JJ looked at you in shock, realisation hitting him. I'm an idiot, he thought to himself. You both laughed together about it. "So does that mean that I get a second chance?" JJ asked, giving you a hopeful look. You bit your lip and nodded, "yes, you get a second chance." JJ happily pulled you into a hug, squeezing you gently. You giggled, wrapping your arms around him. JJ's head relaxed into the crook of your neck, "God I missed you." He whispered, his arms tightening their grip on you.

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You smiled into his shoulder, "I missed you too." You whispered, feeling JJ pull back. You looked into one another's eyes, he flicked between your lips and eyes. You both began leaning in until your lips touched. You were both apprehensive, being gentle and slow. Your lips moved perfectly in sync, picking up in speed quickly. JJ grabbed both sides of your face, your hand grabbing the back of his neck. You grabbed the hair on the back of his neck, pulling slightly, a groan leaving JJ. He grabbed your hips, pulling you to straddle his waist.

The kiss quickly became heated, "woooh! Finally!" You heard from afar, you both turned to look at your friends a distance away cheering you on. You and JJ laughed at your friends, shaking your heads. "Shall we enjoy this picnic?" JJ questioned, a big smile on his face. You smiled in return, "yes definitely." You nodded, looking at all the food and drinks he brought, all your favourites. "I love you y/n," JJ confessed with a smile, staring at you with such love and emotion. You felt your heart soar with happiness, "I love you too JJ Maybank, more than you'll know." JJ pulled you in once again with a passionate kiss.