#we will drink straight milk together as we fall in love

[stressghoul]

Copia likes to drink straight milk

that’s it that’s the headcanon

[superstarcherrycolagirl]

i might as well be drunk in love

“slut!” by taylor swift

benny cross x fem!reader / 1.4k words

idea: you’re drunk, and benny takes care of you after a long night out

tw: drinking, swearing, so fluffy it’s sickening

notes: this is my first big piece that I’ve wrote and omg it took FOREVER !! i haven’t been able to stop thinking about “the bikeriders” she literally consumes my every waking thought AHH !! anyway i hope you guys enjoy reading this:))

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it’s just about 4 in the morning and you and benny just made it back home to your place. you’d been so busy this week due to picking up more shifts at the library so you would be able to pay off the rent by the end of the month, groceries, and afford to buy a little more thread to stitch up a pair of your jeans and the large tear on bennys jacket. not only was that stressful, but throughout the week you had to deal with some grouchy elderly women, preverted college boys (‘pinkos’ as zipco would call them), and multiple groups of chaotic elementary school students who were checking out their books for the semester, and only to have a slice of toast, scorching hot coffee with no milk OR sugar, and fucking prayer holding you together. so yes, this night out was a well deserved one. but who’s kidding? you needed that shit! now here you are, barely getting up the stairs to your apartment as benny holds onto you for dear life.

as you both stood outside of your apartment door, benny began digging for his copy of keys in his pocket while leaning you up against his side and adjusting his hold on your hip. he draped his jacket over you before you hopped onto his bike to head home, leaving him in his tattered sleeveless black shirt against the cold chicago air.

“sorry baby, turns out the key were in the other po-“ “y’arms are so pretty honey.. like-i like how they feel ‘round me” you cut him off with slurred words as you drunkenly gazed up at him.

“can’t believe i get to see them all t’time, for m’self, a-and nobody else gets ta have ‘em but me.. a’like when they hold me when it’s real cold..o-or hot.. or ‘round the pillows or the flowers ya get me.. or when ya’ cuddlin’ lula.. oh i hope she’s not t’cold, v’missed her so much.. she’s probably sad that her mama and daddy were gone all night-“ at this point benny could only chuckle as his girl jumped from talking about his arms to their sweet black cat lula, it made his heart swell.

once he got you into your apartment he began walking you straight towards your bed, as your giggles and drunk thoughts echoed down the hallway “no b-benny i don’t wanna t’sleep yet, i wanna watch t’bakin’ show on channel 6, they be makin some.. some of them valen..tines treats a-and i wanna try” you began to whine as benny sat you down at the edge of your bed, kneeling in front of you as he begins unbuckling the straps of your red kitten heels “yeah we can watch some baby, d’worry, jus’ wanna getcha out of these ‘nd this dress” “thought ‘ya liked me in this dress? grabbed these heels to match with em’” you said sadly, your eyes starting to droop.

benny looked up at you and could see the slight pout on your face, so he moved his left hand to caress your thigh “oh y’know i love this dress, but that tiny little nightie a’yours, that pretty pink flower in the middle that barely covers you up, takes the cake for me” he says as he moves closer to you “re-eally?” “yeah baby, she’s m’favorite” his voice gets muffled as he places some kisses on the tops of your thighs, still looking right back up at your sleepy eyes “but i love everythin’ that you wear.. especially when you wear nothing” he says with a smirk on his face, and had stopped your whining and shut you up instantly.

after getting your heels off benny helps you stand up to start taking off your clothes. the jacket was first to go, as he tossed it on top of your vanity chair. he then pushed the straps of your red gingham dress down which slowly began to fall to the floor. you were left in the dainty lingerie set you’d picked out for the night; the blush pink fabric with the lacy details matching the drunken flush on your face. benny takes his time to get a look at you, rubbing his callused hands up and down your sides. he knows that all the shifts you’ve picked up and the deadlines of payments have been making you stressed, so he just wants to take care of you tonight, although it won’t come close to repay you for all the sacrifices you make for him.

after benny unclasped your bra, he swiftly moved to your side of the bed and grabbed your linen night gown “arms up for me baby” you obliged, sleepily raising your arms above your head you momentarily close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of the soft fabric against your skin. but you felt something else. something running along your legs. was that fuzz? you didn’t wear socks with your heels tonight and benny already tossed your dress into the laundry bin. you were stumped until you heard a rumbling sound from beneath you. purring.

“oh lula! l-look honey s’lula! she’s purring up ‘gainst me!!” you gleamed to benny, as he too was receiving affection from lula. “she’s happy that her mama and daddy are back home, right honey? home?” benny ever so slightly teased, but out of love of his girls’ adorable rambles. “yeah. home” you said with a smile. now after changing benny walks you over to your side of the bed. he sat you down facing him, but paused briefly as he realized he forgot to take some of your jewelry off.

“one second mama, forgot to get this necklace and these hoops off, i know you sleepy but i’ll be quick” he said, quickly and gently taking them off “i told ya’ i ain’t sleepy.. gotta.. we gotta still watch our show ‘member?” “y’right baby, our show” a chuckle left his mouth; of course he remembered, but he wanted you to take the credit for remembering about it as you were fighting to stay awake. “what would i do without you baby? hmm?” “d’know ben-baby, but don’t worry, y.. ya’ have me” “and you have me baby. m’sweet baby” benny’s words became muffled as he held your jaw and kissed you deeply before placing your jewlery down on the nightstand. you were finally lying down after benny got you comfortable. he then quickly stripped down to his boxers and swapped his black shirt for a white wifebeater before joining you in bed.

just by looking at you he could tell that you were barely awake, but sticking to his word, he turned the tv onto channel 6, as clips of a dessert with chocolate and some kind of fruit in it come across the screen. strawberries? or raspberries? hell, cherries? he could not tell.

as the sounds of the baking show filled the room benny shifted you closer to him, so you could rest on his chest. “did you have a good time tonight baby? i know you’ve been excited about this meeting all week” he asked you softly. you let yourself finally close your eyes, knowing that it was okay to rest now “s’so fun.. ears are ringin’ a lil.. but had so fun with t’girls, and t’club,” benny notices that your sentences are making less sense as you are just moments away from knocking out, but he was able to make out one coherent sentence of yours before that “but i had t’most fun with ya’ tonight.. ya’ lit up m’whole night honey” seconds away from slipping into your own dream land, he had to admit, you saying that so effortlessly made his breath hitch in his throat. he didn’t have a care for anything outside the club until he met you, and you have completely flipped his life upside down because of it. it gave him meaning to ride home late at night knowing he was coming back home to you. it gave him purpose to always come back to you, regardless of what’s going on through his mind. you are there for him, you are there to care for him, laugh with him, cry with him, and to just love him for the person he is. you are there for him. you are it for him “and you light up my life baby, my light”

he reaches his hand over to turn off the little lamp on his side of the bed and when he turned his head back to look at you, you were fast asleep; soft snores leaving your mouth. he could only smile, knowing that you can get the deserved rest you’ve needed “love you so much sweet girl, with my whole heart” he kisses the top of your head as lula leaps onto the bed to join her mama and daddy for cuddles.

peace and quiet at last.

[folkloresthings]

“i keep saying things like, ‘i never saw him and we never kissed.’” x Lando

“i keep saying things like, ‘i never saw him and we never kissed’” with lando norris

✩⡱ warnings: suggestion of sex

the london apartment is as quiet as you remember it to be. probably because, despite being so central, lando lived completely alone — bliss compared to your flat shared between four girls. lando had let you in a few minutes ago, offering a cup of tea or a glass of wine, disappearing into the kitchen. but you’d stayed there by the shut door, coat still on your shoulders, head spinning with the regret of coming here. your friends had warned you to stay away, and they had every right to. night after night had you cried to them over the puzzle that was lando norris, the man that held your delicate heart in his hands. your relationship had been a complicated one, but even after a year of on and off and on again, you always managed to find your way back together.

only the night before had he messaged you, letting you know he was back in the city and, if you weren’t too busy with university, you should come over. daring not to breath a word of the text to your friends, you’d come straight across town to lando’s place after class, laptop and lecture notes still tucked in your tote.

“do you still take two sugars?” his familiar bristol accent echoed through the apartment, forcing you to drop your bag and hang up your coat. your shoes carried you through the hallway toward the kitchen, knowing every turn like the back of your hand. it always felt so right to be here in his space, more at home than you’d ever felt in your shared university house. hell, more at home than in the house you grew up in. but it was a dangerous line, and your heart was willing you to not fall in too deep again.

“yeah,” you slipped into the kitchen quietly, teetering along the edge of the counter towards where he spooned the teabags out of two mugs. “i’m trying to cut down to one but it’s not going very well.”

lando laughed. that boyish chuckle he always did when you said something without meaning to be funny. his eyes shone over to you, stirring the sugar and milk around the mug he always saved for you: one with a little cartoon duck painted on the side. you’d said once that his tea tasted nicest out of that one.

your gaze dips shyly when he slides the tea towards you, afraid you’d give in too quickly if you looked at him again. he’d always had this strange power over you, able to make you crumble with the smallest of gestures. you could hear your best friend now, tutting at your silliness of coming in the first place. lando takes a sip of his tea, closer to you now. you could only blow lightly on the hot drink, your breath too constricted to chance swallowing.

“how’s uni?” ah, small talk. it only made things more tense, wondering which of you would trip up first.

“not bad. i’m nearly finished with my dissertation, and then it’s just graduation,” you tell him calmly, focusing all your efforts on keeping your voice steady and not on staring at his wet lips. he nods, setting his mug on the counter with a soft clink. you inhale gently, watching his movements carefully, watching his chest get closer and closer to yours. you don’t know when you sat your tea down, but your hands are free now, resting on the soft material of his jumper. “lando…”

your voice is warning, but it doesn’t stop his small smirk. “what?” he murmurs, and despite the smugness in his tone his eyes are all softness, full of the love he’d promised months ago. you can’t find the energy to answer, thoughts jumbled with how warm he feels.

his lips are on you then, hesitant and tentative, making sure you’re okay with this. no matter how idiotic he’d acted in the past, he had always been considerate. as soon as your feet rise up to meet his height, he pulls you even closer. strong arms winding around your waist, pulling you flush to his frame, eyes squeezed shut as he kisses you with everything that he has. you notice the small whine that slips from his throat, and you know then how much he’s missed you.

fingers find his hair, getting lost in the brown curls, you palm on his head pushing his lips closer to you. even then, it’s not close enough, not until you could swallow him whole. your knees go weak with how his hands have slipped under your top, warm from where he held the mug of tea. but he doesn’t let up, holding you closer and tighter, swearing not to let you slip away again. his tongue, warm and sweet, makes you dizzy, that familiar heat pooling in your stomach. he clearly feels the same, tracksuit bottoms straining against your middle, feet moving to pull you both towards the bedroom.

“lando,” you part from him, breathless and muddled. when you look at him, his lips swollen, hair messed, eyes wide and yearning, you completely forget what you were going to say. he doesn’t, though, reading you like a book he’d written himself.

“right, yeah. not now. maybe we could get dinner, or something. and talk?” he offers, sensing your hesitation to trust him. had it been an hour ago, you’d have laughed the idea off. but after the way he’d kissed you, like he’d just been told you were being taken away from him for the rest of eternity, how could you refuse?

the kiss goodbye he’d given you at the door still lingers on your lips as you wait for the train, regretting how you refused his offer to let him drive you when the cold london air chills at your spine. your palm wipes at your lips as you let yourself into your own apartment, as if your friends could tell he’d been on them an hour ago.

“it’s late, where were you?” your roommate questions innocently, watching you hang up your coat and slip off your shoes. you glance at her, searching for any suspicion in her eyes.

“nowhere.”

[judgementdaysunshine]

Low heart rate

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem reader x Rhea Ripley

Description: Rhea and Damian take care of you when your heart rate acts up due to Bradycardia

Gif credits to @rhea-ripley

From the moment you woke up you knew that you weren't well at all from the cold sweats, shakes, upset stomach, dizziness, and a cold quivering feeling in your chest feeling relieved that both your partners were home. You put on a jacket and slowly walk to use the bathroom and splash water on your face while your partners were downstairs with Damian cooking and Rhea doing some laundry sitting on the step halfway down the staircase from how dizzy and sick to your stomach you got catching a few breaths before making your way down straight to the couch helping rhea with the laundry while she let the dogs out almost bumping into damian as he turned the ac on turning to find you swaying slightly sticking your arms out in front of him weakly telling him to check your pulse which he does noticing how low and shakey it was as you kept saying "It feels like my heart's quivering" he immediately picks you up in his arms laying you in bed putting a wet cloth on your head as rhea follows behind with water "Baby look at me tell me what hurts?" you shake and whimper as she gives you stomach medicine asking if you needed or wanted anything only mumbling chocolate milk which helped calm you down whenever your Bradycardia acted up feeling bad that you had scared them even though they knew of your low heart rate. They kept you wrapped in a blanket helping you slowly drink sips of chocolate milk and eat dinner shaking in damian's arms after hazing out falling asleep for a little and waking up until you finally fall and stay asleep after a few sips of cold chocolate milk and the relief of the cold wash cloth on your neck not knowing that the two stayed awake for awhile keeping an eye on you checking your pulse and rewetting the wash cloth until they were asleep with you wrapped tightly in their arms waking up the next morning feeling better than you did noticing them looking over at you with a bit of worry in their eyes "You feeling okay?" you nod as rhea pulls you into her arms while damian hanged your jacket up downstairs and held your hands across from you "I'm sorry I scared you guys it just happened out of the blue" they stopped you as you felt your eyes burn with tears. "We were worried that you had to go the hospital" you leaned your head in damian's shoulders as quiet cries filled the room saying sorry "Baby don't apologize you did nothing wrong, but we got very scared when you turned gray and kept going in and out" they held you in their arms as you slowly calmed down melting between them thankful that not only were you better but that you had two partners who loved you so much as they held you in their arms falling back asleep before waking up and having brunch watching movies tangled together on the couch.

[ray935sworld]

The photo

Or: how to get a drunk Luca to a panicking Luca for beginners?

Answer: let him sent a drunk text

„Luca, Luca, corazon, you're drunk" Marc whispered holding his boyfriend close. He had to suppress a giggle as he looked at the young Italian. His brown hair was ruffled and his beautiful blue eyes were fixed on him. He looked worn out from their day. But happy.

They had woken up together, a beautiful house on a coast far away from anyone bothering them, secure enough to be sure that no one would see or recognize them. For once, they were just an ordinary couple, going on a hike, cooking together, kissing each other and more…

However, Luca was currently busy trying to wiggle out of Marc's hug which he only unwillingly allowed. Despite the heat, he refused to let his lover go. He wanted him close and feel his heart beating against his chest. „I'm- not drunnnnk!" Luca slurred as he stood up and made a few steps towards the side of their bed.

Marc, worried he might hurt himself while not being able to walk straight, was immediately on his side. He regretted letting Luca drink so much, underestimating that he could handle way less than him. It started with wine at dinner but had soon escalated to a few drinks too many.

But after all, they were on holidays and Luca was still young. He was allowed to drink a little too much, eat unhealthy and have some fun. He was far too serious and took his diet to strict most of the time anyway. Marc didn’t wanted to be the one stopping him from the little bit of fun he allowed himself.

Marc watched as Luca take his phone and stumbled back to the bed, taking Marc's hand and making him fall with him. He laughed about it. The Spaniard was now laying on his back, his boyfriend on his stomach, grinning at him like a cat that got the milk. „Can we sleep now?" he asked suppressing a yawn.

„Yeah but I still need to send my brother some picture. I promised him" Luca said as he started tapping on his phone. Marc sighed softly. He couldn’t see the screen cause Luca was holding the phone next to his head so he could see the screen and his boyfriend at the same time. But actually, he didn’t really care. Rossi was the last thing he wanted to think about when he had his boyfriend so close to him and all for himself.

„Just do it in the morning. He won't-" he tried to argue but was immediately shut down. „No! I promised. Marc, I pro-o-omised him!" he whined and the Gresini rider was close to laughing out loud. „I need to send him some pics!" „Okay. Okay, but I'll sleep"

He was well aware that Luca would look through all his approximately 300 pictures he had taken today. This would take a while, so - to stay true to his word - Marc started caressing Lucas hair until he was too tired to hold up his arm. Instead he placed it around the younger ones shoulders and soon fell asleep.

It was a peaceful sleep. It always was when he was close to his lover. He dreamed of Luca and their life. Their future. Their love. He dreamed about their wonderful vacation, far away from everyone. They weren't worried or concerned, they didn't need to hide. There was no reason to.

„Marc!" Someone was shaking him awake, disturbing his peace. Confused he blinked, trying to locate himself and figure out what was going on. „Marc, wake up!"

He stared at the wide open eyes of his lovers. He looked scared, filled with fear and pain and an unknown horror. It was terrifying to see.

„Luca?" he asked softly. „What?" „I- Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" the other exclaimed, gasping for air. His breathing was too fast to be considered normal. He looked like he was in the middle of a panic attack. He was.

Quickly Marc sat up, hugging his lover. He felt the younger ones grip tighten around him. His arms holding him like his life depends on it. He clinched to him. „Ma-Marc" he choked as a sob left his throat.

He let a few minutes past. Luca was crying. He was crying and Marc didn't understood a word. There was no reason to ask Luca to repeat himself or explain anything. Whatever it was, he had to get his tear out of his system first.

There was nothing Marc do, except handle the gut wrenching sounds and hope his lover would be comforted by his presence. Somehow.

When he was finally breathing normally, still hanging in Marc's hug, he took a deep breath. „I... I might have done something very, very stupid yesterday" he whispered. „That's okay" he reassured him and kissed him softly. „We'll figure it out. What happened?"

For a moment he was silent, clearly avoiding his eyes. Then he looked him straight in the eyes. „Promise... Promise me... You won't yell at me" „I would never yell at you. I promise. Everyone makes mistakes and... Whatever you've done, we can find a way to deal with it."

„I... I... Fuck. I'm so sorry." he whispered, tears back in his eyes. „I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I... I didn't mean to. I swear. I... It was a mistake. It was an accident" „Luca, what did you do?" he asked again, softly but he couldn't help but notice the worry creeping in his chest. Luca was a calculating man. He had never seen him being overtaken with worry.

„I... I sent this to my brother" he whispered and showed his phone to Marc. A picture was open. One that was apparently now in Vale's inbox.

It was a beautiful picture, actually. It showed Marc, half naked. Actually he was completely naked and only covered by his blanket but luckily the picture ended under his chest. You could see with Luca wrapped around him.

The young Italian was still sleeping. His eyes were closed and his face had a peaceful look. His cheek was pressed against the older one's chest. You could see his right shoulder. He wasn't wearing a shirt either.

He looked beautiful. Calm and relaxed. They had taken the picture a few days ago. Well, Marc had taken the picture and sent it to his families group chat. His mother had asked for a confirmation that they hadn't done anything stupid and were alright after both hadn't answered for a few days.

Marc was grinning in the camera and winked. Then the realization hit him.

He fucking winked. It looked cheeky and was definitely intended. In that context it was funny. Clearly the two just had sex. In the Marquez family chat who had officially met Luca as Marc's boyfriend, that was okay. They could handle the joke. They made jokes like that all the time.

It was however highly inappropriate to send to the man who hated Marc with a burning passion.

„Fuck" he whispered. Now he understood his boyfriends panic. He was close to panicking as well but one look at his lover made him calm down. Luca was stressed enough. He was the one that had to calm him.

„I-I-I don't know what I should do! He's gonna be so angry." Luca muttered. „He's gonna - he's gonna throw me out the academy and never ever talk to me again. Fuck! What about the others? Pecco, Bez - Cele, Migno - Franco! No! No, no, no-" „Luca calm down. Please. Just breath with me-" he tried but it was too late.

He had talked himself into a panic. Again. He stood up, starting to chase his own shadow in the room. „Marc, they need the academy. Don't you understand? They own Vale everything! They can't betray him. It'd destroy them and their career. They... They will side with him and have to hate me too and they won't ever speak to me again!"

Quickly Marc stood up as well. Without thinking he grabbed his lover, forced him to stay still and took his face in his hands. He looked him straight in the eyes in a way that left no discussion about his words.

„Luca, his hate for me can't be stronger than his love for you" „No. No, you don't understand. He... He basically raised me. He was always there for me. He... He... I... I can't... He..." „But don't you understand what that means? Luca, you're his baby brother.” His mind drifted to Alex.

He tried to imagine what Vale must feel for his brother. “You're the baby he raised. He sees you as a brother and - maybe even as a son. It's obvious to everyone how much you mean to him. Trust him. Please. I trust him to make the right decision and... And if he fucks up, we'll ask the boys to get your stuff and - we'll, depending on you - We either move to Barcelona or Italy."

„I... I don't want to lose him" „I don't want you to lose him either. I know he means so much to you... That's why I trust him. You're a very good man. I believe you wouldn't trust him if he didn't deserve it."

Luca nodded. He didn't looked completely convinced but it was enough for now. The blue dots confirming that Vale had received and seen the pictures was enough to keep the tension in the room. There was no amount of words Marc could say to break it so he didn’t.

Silently they decided to start their day. It was impossible to follow they usual holiday routine of lazy morning sex and cuddling in bed. Instead they started making their breakfast. Both tried to start a conversation. Both were too uncomfortable and lost in thoughts about what might happen to keep it going.

Luca was scared to lose his family. Marc was scared Luca would resent him if Vale made the wrong reaction. Or he'd lose him. Maybe for good, he thought for a scary moment. Maybe this – a clean break, no ones fault, well maybe except Vale’s – was the best for them. Luca wouldn’t feel guilty anymore.

He stopped himself. Losing Luca, giving him up, was impossible. There was no way he’d let him go without a fight. He would find a way. Somehow. Even if he didn’t know how yet.

They sat on the patio of the vacation home they booked, when the ringing of a phone destroyed the silence. They looked at each other. It wasn't Luca's phone that was ringing.

It was Marc's.

„Who is it?" Luca asked as his boyfriend checked the display. „Your brother" he whispered, his cheeks turning white. „My- what?" Luca stared at him in shock. Neither of them had expected that turn of event.

„He calls me. I-" „Pick up!" Luca urged him and Marc quickly did. „Marquez" he answered the call. His voice was wavering He wasn't sure if attack or obedience was the best reaction.

„Here's Valentino... Rossi." The Italian answered. „I... I need to talk to you." „Okay. What's going on?" he tried to asked politely. „Don't act dumb. Your with Luca." he stated. Marc swallowed. He wasn't afraid of Vale for his sake. He was afraid of what Luca might had to go through.

„He drunk sent me a picture. Did you know that?" „Yes, he... He mentioned it." He shared a look with said man. “It was very… interesting. I didn’t expect to see my fucked out brother accompanied by… you” Luca looked defeated - sad. And that was the moment Marc decided that enough was enough. Their vacation wasn’t supposed to be like that. He wouldn’t allow that Luca’s one brake had this turn on him. He'd take control of the situation. He'd handle it.

„I know. He told me about sending it to you on accident. He was very concerned about your reaction - to put it lightly. He didn't mean to send it to you. He wanted to tell you. Not like this. But that's unimportant right now. What's important is that Luca is the most important person in my life.”

There was a light brush on Luca’s cheek. It made him look even younger. Marc looked only at him as he spoke. “I love him. I love him desperately and I feel like I can't breathe without him. I consider him part of my future, regardless and completely unrelated to his relatives. So knowing that, are you actually calling me to tell me I'm corrupting your baby brother? Are you going to accuse me, I'd be only with him to manipulate him or get back to you?"

There was a silence. Marc wasn't sure if he had overstepped. Maybe the silence was him hanging up and ending his brotherhood with Luca with one click. Or he'd get ready to yell at him. He was ready for both. He'd take care and defend Luca regardless.

„I deserved that." Came the surprising answer. „I’m not... No. No, I'm calling to apologize" he said again. His voice was calm. No amount of anger. Neither hidden nor obvious. „You what?" he asked, unsure if he had heard him correctly.

„I want to apologize. I will do a public statement explaining everything and a personal one, if you agree… I'd like to apologize to Alex and your parents too if they agree. I put them and you – all of you – through a lot of unnecessary shit over the last years.” „Wow. That's... That's a lot"

„No. It's the least I can do... Marc, I am sorry. I'm truly sorry. I didn't... Okay, let me explain. When I saw the picture I was angry. I... I was sure you'd... Well, you'd manipulate him and only use him – like you said. I know my brother is smart but... I still need to protect him." He had Alex. He knew that feeling all too well.

„I... I went to Uccio and he... It was a long and nasty talk. He wanted to throw Luca out the academy and never talk to him again. But he is my brother. He is my baby, even if he’d never admit that. I can’t… I’d never do that to him.”

Marc smiled. So he had been correct. “During the talk Uccio revealed that he consciously manipulated me to hate you. He faked data, even paid journalists to provide wrong information about you. He did everything to get rid of you and I played along. I'm sorry. All that time I trusted him and thought you were the bad one. I was the one being manipulated. I... I fired Salucci.”

He sounded sincere and that made the Spaniard hopeful. “I'm sorry, Marc. Really. I hope you can forgive me. I'd like to invite you after your holidays" „I guess not to the ranch" he joked and was glad that Vale took the joke light-hearted as he laughed along.

Lucas face became confused. „Allora, you're Luca's wag now. And no I won't consider it the other way." Marc couldn't help himself but laugh at that. Luca looked even more confused now which didn't help the Spaniard suppress his laughter. He wanted to lean in and kiss his worries away but that might be rude towards Vale and he wouldn’t risk that. Yet.

„And being the WAG means you're always welcome there too. But no. For now, I thought about my place. Not the ranch itself. More private" And more intimate. It truly meant family.

„I'd love to." he quickly agreed. He would look a gifted horse in the mouth. „Yes. I'm sure Luca will agree" „I hope... Is he sitting close to you?" „Ehm..." he said looking at Luca, the shirtless, very sexy, decorated with hickeys Luca. He was suddenly really happy this wasn't a video call.

„Yes" „Would you please hand him the phone? I'd like to apologize for being a shitty brother and not making him feel safe enough that he could have told me about your relationship when he was sober" „You're not a shitty brother." he protested. It felt like the right thing to do. Somehow. Even if he was happy to know what Vale wanted to talk about.

„Luca loves you. A lot. You mean the world to him. He was just afraid to disappoint you" „That's not really better, but thank you. I appreciate it... You know that I will kill you if you hurt him, right?" „Yeah, thought so already"

„Okay... You're treating him right... Like... Really. You're not pulling some fucked up shit and... I don't know..." „I don't. No. I never would. I could never. Luca... He means the world to me. If he'd asked me to quite motogp, I'd call Ducati on the spot."

Now Luca stared at him in shock. „Are you being serious?" The answer was immediat. „Without hesitation. I love him more than anything."

He handed his phone to his boyfriend and as Luca switched to Italian, his face twitching in horror, then release and finally happiness, Marc knew everything would be alright.

This story is part of the summer break fics 2024 and is also on my ao3

[blackkiwi]

thoughts on nanamin with his pretty wife that’s starting to lactate? ^3^

𐐪𐑂 ♡  an:  listen LISTEN SFHDGLG i just finished all my work and now i see this so honestly im kinda barking as i write. i need this man to manhandle me

warning +18 ahead

paring: Nanami Kento x Black fem reader  ♡

𐐪𐑂 ♡   cw: smut, mdni, unprotected sex, breeding, boobies ehe, lactation, Pervert Kento!, oral segs,, slight clit play ig

We all know how much of a gentleman Kento is.., so calm and collective but let's be real it's always the quietest people who'd be the most filthiest mfs on planet earth. He does his best to keep his composer and not shamefully look at your puffy nips but he fails very hard,, pls let him have a taste.

He got whiplash the first time you began to lactate,, watching his cute wife moan at the feeling of their blouse become soaked, and like the perv he is. he watched slowly at the milky droplets seeping from you shirt,, he just had to feel em,, approaching behind you pressing his hard body against your back,, he softly begins to fondle your breast, pressing and rolling his thumb against your clothed nipples, ,you knew you felt sensitive but this is a whole new feeling!! You almost came from him touching your fat tits alone,, he was beyond flustered but he didn't care. hearing your sweet mewls made all the blood shoot up straight to his dick anyway,,, he wanted nothing more then to play with your pretty tits, they feel so heavy against his hands ♡♡ ,,

Enjoys titfucking you even more now,, Loves watching your dumb face slobber all over his cock lapping up his pre cum,, pulling on your nips so he can watch you leak even more! and pressing your tits together,, the slick mixture of cum and milk together he swore it was like fucking a fleshlight again.,,

He would purposely buy lactation teas and make you drink them without showing you the box because he just loves your taste too much,, he can't let it go to waste!! Forget using a breast pump too. his strong calloused hands are right there,, ready to milk you right,, ♡

Sucking your breast is now a new addition in his work routine. Your nipples are just so wonderful,, makes direct eye contact with you the whole time,, makes sure your watching the roll of his tongue play with you nips till they get nice and puffy just the way he likes it ♡ Can easily make you cum from that alone. You have such a strong smell now it’s so sweet and intoxicating,♡, He just loves milking you!! but of course he can't leave you empty! At the crack of dawn when he wakes ups he pulls the covers off you both and lifts up your silk night gown above your hips and digs in to breakfast,, kissing your clit as goodmorning, before eating you out real good,, massaging your hips in circular motions urging you to squirt on his tongue,,your mind shooting blanks from cumming already, he just likes you a bit dumb in the morning,, so he makes sure to stuff you full of cum,, has you bouncing on his cock a lil too hard your bonnet sometimes falls off but don't worry he rewraps it on you once he's done shooting his hot seed inside you womb! Giving you a sloppy kiss and tummy rub before letting your pretty self fall back asleep ♡♡ ,,

Time for Kento to get ready for work!!,,

[nochd]

OK, you want to know why I'm so sure that trans women in sports are not some kind of secret conspiracy by men to steal women's achievements from them?

Well, yes, because there's zero evidence of any such thing happening beyond our society's bigoted stereotype of trans people as untrustworthy, but beyond that, you want to know why I'm so specifically sure?

It's because this is the exact opposite of how patriarchy works. The exact opposite.

Look, we all loved the Barbie movie, and I don't doubt that it accurately captured many women's experience of life under patriarchy. But the idea of a bunch of men getting together to proclaim men, as a group, to be better than women... that's not how it works. That's not the core dynamic of patriarchy. That's not, even as a metaphor, how we men participate in it.

The bits before and after that bit? The Kens at the beginning all jockeying over who was the best Ken, or at the climax going to war over the Barbies? That's how patriarchy works.

Patriarchy is, at its core, a relentless, never-ending, 24/7 manhood contest. Real men, they used to say, don't eat quiche. Real men drive this brand of car, not that one. Real men drink beer, not cocktails. Real men use power tools and like making them go loud. Real men play rugby and keep their hair short and join the army and binge-drink and make fart jokes. Real men show off their muscles, but not in a camp or ironic way because that would be gay and hence unmanly. No aspect of our lives is untouched. You can never relax and just enjoy things; you might be falling short of real manhood.

If patriarchy is a manhood contest, why does it hurt women worse than men? Well, partly it hurts women worse because it's a manhood contest. When worth is equated with manhood, so that to be unmanly is to be unworthy, where does that put people who aren't men at all? At the bottom of the table.

But more than that, I have yet to see a description of patriarchy that captures its fundamental drive better than Anita Sarkeesian's famous line "Women are not the opposing team, they're the ball." Women -- women's bodies, freedom, and attention -- are what the manhood contest is being fought over. To the winner go the spoils; the hero gets the girl.

Patriarchal societies attack and imprison and control women because women, being people, have the inconvenient habit of behaving as if they were neither trophies to be won and locked in a case nor livestock to be penned in and milked, and making themselves available to men who aren't their owners according to the patriarchy's laws.

If you doubt the power of the manhood contest, consider this. Fashion magazines typically contain multiple images of slim young women wearing little to nothing; the sort of thing that straight and bisexual men, in any other context, flock to see. How many men do you see leafing through the fashion magazines in bookshops or newsstands? None, because reading fashion magazines would be unmanly.

And you think some guy is going to try and win this manhood contest by wearing dresses and make-up and taking oestrogen and getting his penis removed and changing his name to a girl's name and entering an athletics event with a title starting "Women's ..."?

[specksizedgoddess]

the dragon girl had claimed the castle. the castle far off, no one even dared to go near it. but still, a girl ventured off. not to reclaim the castle, not for a chance of gold. but to find a familiar. and after a bit of searching. there she was.

the mountainus sized girl, eyes the size of boulders. legs thicker than the stone walls. her bodyshape, an admiring shape, eyecatching curves, and filled with enough food to witness a lifetime. the girl calls out, challenging the mighty dragon. the dragon turns around to see a familiar face, a smile smiting across their face.

they sit down, enticed, shaking the floor with the power of an earthquake. the girl can barely hold herself up. her little size, the fierce wind, and the sight of the dragon, pulling her towards the ground. the dragon's body jiggles, every layer of fat, her humounges titties, and her thunderous thighs. the girl can barely hold herself together.

taking of her clothes, the petite girl challenges the dragon. the offer? the girl has to climb her way, up to one of the dragons nipple, and drink her milk before without any moans or smilar stimuly. the consequenses of losing? thats the dragons choice. once more, the dragon hits the ground. this time, they are lying down. their back, their arms, their magnificent size. shaking the castle ground. the girl falls over, she can't handle the sight nor the force. the nude dragon in front of her, shining like a waterfall during sunrise.

the girl faceplants, a moan or two escapes her mouth, perhaps it was more than just that, that had escaped her. the girl shakingly trying to pick herself up. her small insignificant size, gazing upon the beauty, she stumbles forward. imagining every scales, covered by the girls love. she can barely hold herself. she has to walk all the way towards the dragons ginormous titty. it feels like a walk beyond the stars. her eyes cant even forcefully be removed from the scaled, ginourmous, and incredibly domanant woman.

and there she stands, ready to take on the challenge she self had suggested. readying herself. the dragon gives a sign, and awaits. she stumbles up their scales. every touch warmer than the other. the scales become more and more stretched. the fat, flaming skin, now has to be touching the girls every limb. climbing agains the jiggles, she has to keep herself breast tight against them. if not, she may fall off. she cant afford to lose. not that she would mind it, but she prefers to prove herself wothy of the dragon's presens and kindness.

she's reached the top. the only way forward is down the small, tight, and warm gap. however, the girl is even smaller. she goes straight down, landing in a pool of fresh dragon milk. she is so small, the dragon barely noticed. the girl prepares herself, holding back all of her own wills and liquids, and she starts. sip after sip after sip. her mouth warms up, her legs shaking rapidly, more than ever. she feels her belly expanding, she hasnt drunk this much before.

she has drunken so much, her belly filled to the brim with the arousing, warm and soft milk. she can see her own petite hips, now filled with the fat aswell. every part of her sweats the milk she is covered in. she readies herself once more. to finish what she started. she takes one sip, and one sip to much. she cant hold back the temptation anymore. her moan bursts out, along many things. she has become so arroused she passes out of excitement.

awoken by the sounds of draconic moans, and tons of milk. she has failed. yet the dragon smiles still. they cover the girl with their tongue, she feels like she's being cooked by the tremendous heat. now cleaned by the dragon. she lies there, once more, now covered in her own love. a final lick, before she passes out again

(note: holy, this one is even longer. this might end up as a habit, and im sure we could both enjoy that. well, maybe as long as it doesnt become more and more every time. i'd love feedback aswell, so let me know whats good or bad. i'll be back the next time i write XD. uwu)

GDHFJDJFJDJDF OH MY GOSH

I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH OH MY GOD I JUST. HCHCJDJCSHD I LOVE DRAGON GIRLS

The sheer looming SIZE of her... I would absolutely do something stupid like challenge a dragon to a competition like that- I'd give anything for a chance to even see her in person, let alone come into contact with her perfect, warmpth-radiating body- let ALONE the chance to drink... MMMMPH

Striding past every pile of gold in her hoard to challenge her, face red as the girl can barely stammer the words out- its a hopeless challenge, to be sure, she already knows she'll moan sooner or later, but this could be her only shot~

Also oh my gosh I NEED to drink dragon breast milk so bad. I think it would be absolutely DIVINE DHCHCBD GOSH NEED

Her tongue coaxing out to lap at me afterwards, her snout forming a smile....

GAH ITS SO GOOD

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU <3333

[galaxynajma]

satosugu for 2, 12, and 20 of the otp ask game? <3

2. What would they do if the other woke in a manic state after a nightmare?

Geto would trying talking to Gojo and find out what’s wrong while helping him calm down

He would get him a glass of water or something warm like heated milk. Letting him drink it while trying to get him to rest

As for what would Gojo do?… he would jump straight into hugging to calm him down

Or distract him with jokes try light up the mood and reassure Geto that he’s here with him and won’t be leaving anytime soon

Do they have many heated arguments? How do they smooth things over?

Text Shoko to see if she has any advice for them

Guys it’s Satosugu we all seen how their relationship went in the manga

They need someone to kick some sense into them

They would take a break from each other ( like 3 days max) then go together to a cafe to discuss and make up ( hopefully )

Choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship

I can’t help falling in love cover by tommee profitt ( more specifically jjk0 stsg )

[little-fics]

Bee

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Stucky x Reader; platonic!uncle!Tony

Summary: Reader is teetering the edge of a slip when her buddies Sam and Clint are mean to her, daddy stucky to the rescue

Warnings: age regression, scary bees, bottle, pacifier, anxiety, a little violence, angry!Steve (not at you), mean!sam and mean!clint, I may have missed some, read at your own risk

Word count: 2.2K

A/N: I had fun with this one! I hope you like it!

Disclaimer for my blog!

Life with Bucky and Steve was great, you'd officially been together for about a year, and they'd been your daddies about half that time. You didn't always regress, just when the world got a little too big and you needed to leave it all behind. The avengers didn't know about your coping mechanism, at your own request, save for Tony who has programmed Friday to detect when you're little and were about to do something that babies shouldn't do, such as cooking or showering because babies makes messes and get hurt. It was something you'd kept private and to yourself for a long time, and it took months to feel comfortable enough to talk with Steve and Bucky about it. You weren't always feeling little, and had the capability of being a very vital part to the team, but on your days off, it was easy to find yourself slipping into that headspace.

That's how you got to sitting on the balcony, slowly slipping into that headspace after a difficult mission. You'd woken up between Steve and Bucky, crawling out of the bed quietly, not quite feeling small but you know it's coming. Clint and Sam find you outside, sunbathing and staring at the clouds. Sam is the first one to come outside, Clint following close behind.

"Mornin' sunshine," Sam sits next to you, Clint moving to the other side of you, relaxing in his seat, Sam holding out a glass to you, "want some lemonade? I know that coffee makes you jittery on your days off." You take the glass, smiling at the yellow straw poking up from the top, "Thank you! And a straw!" You twiddle with it gently, pulling it out to take a sip. "Gosh," your shoulders sag and your head leans back in ecstasy, "Clint's lemonade is the best, thank you." Clint pointedly looks at Sam, smug, "Why thank you Y/n, I'm blushing." Sam scoffs, "You wouldn't have even made it if I didn't beg!" Clint shrugs, "I made food," he looks to you, "speaking of," he has you a plate with a sausage and egg biscuit. You tentatively take it from him, "Oh thank you, are you sure?" Clint laughs, leaning back in his seat, "Yeah, honey, me and Sam already had some."

Once you finish your biscuit, you're back to staring at the pretty sky, sipping on your lemonade listening to Sam and Clint bicker back and forth. A bee comes out of nowhere, eliciting a small yelp from you and you're quickly standing from your seat. They're laughing, which hurt your feelings, the fear of the bee causing you to slip fully. You try to go inside but hear Sam speak to the AI, "Friday, lock patio doors under code Falcon," before you make it to the door. When you pull on it the door won't budge. "Sam," your voice is meek, "that's not funny," you whine and shake the door again, getting nervous over the buzzing around your lemonade on the table. "Friday, open the door." Clint laughs again, "It's just a bee, you've been shot before and you can't handle a bee?" A tear slips down your face, and you feel your heartbeat pick up.

You shake on the door, trying to get away from your mean friends, wiping a tear away, "Open the door Sam." He's laughing, he thinks this is funny, "It's just a bee, it'll be gone in a minute Y/n, it's fine." You shake the door more violently, and it's clear Sam wasn't going to open the door. You bring your hand to the bracelet that lays around your wrist, a fail safe if something is wrong, to immediately notify Steve and Bucky that you need them. You find the tiny sun charm, pressing the tiny button that notifies your daddies of your state of mind and that you're in trouble, different from the other charm, a moon, who notifies your boyfriends of an emergency.

Bucky is the first one to hear Friday, "Mr. Barnes, Mr. Rogers," he groans groggily, "Friday, it's too early for this, what is it?" Bucky reaches over to find just Steve, no tiny baby to love on as he hears Friday once more, "I am sorry Mr. Barnes, but it seems munchkin has requested your presence with signs of distress." Bucky's eyes snap open at the use of the programmed name for when you're in your little space, throwing the covers off and slapping Steve's shoulder. "Bucky, what the-" Steve stops when he realizes that Bucky is already out the door, he's quickly behind him, not bothering to put a shirt on, as Bucky hadn't.

"Friday, where is munchkin?" Bucky spits, FRIDAY speaking up once more, "Munchkin is on the patio with Mr. Wilson and Mr. Barton." Their brows crunch together in confusion, Steve finally speaking up on their way to the patio, sleep still heavy in his voice, "Is something wrong?" Bucky shrugs nervously, "Friday said she was showing signs of distress." The system speaks up once more, "That is correct. Munchkin's heart rate seems to be elevated and she is showing signs of high stress. She notified me by her emergency contact Sun Ray." At this, Bucky and Steve speed up, trying to get to you as quickly as possible.

The bee is still there, attracted not only to the lemonade, but the brightly colored pajamas keeping its attention as it flies back and forth between you and the lemonade. When it flies towards you, you hide in the corner of the patio, screaming, running to the other corner to hide from it when it follows you, a tear streaking down your face. Sam sees the stray tear, immediately his stomach sinking while you're piddling with your bracelet, ignoring the tears on your face, not hearing Sam when he stands and calls out gently, "Friday unlock the doors." Sam's in front of you, "Let's go inside, come on." When he reaches for you, you flinch back from him, causing his heart to break a little. You're now frantically pushing the button on your charm.

"Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes, munchkin has sent a distress call 13 times, up to 17, 23," and then they're at the doors to the patio, slinging them open.

Bucky takes in your appearance, you look afraid, tears freely streaming down your face, now surrounded by Clint and Sam, who are violently moved by Bucky. He's lifting you by your thighs, bringing them around his waist, glaring at Sam and Clint before carrying you inside. When you're back inside, feeling the rush of AC, you let loose, heavy thick tears falling with sobs. "Shhh my little bunny, I've got you."

Steve remains on the porch, staring at a shell shocked Sam and Clint, "What happened?" They shrug, "It was just a bee, we didn't know it would scare her so bad." Steve rolls his eyes at the men, following Bucky back to your room. When he gets there, you're straddling Bucky on the bed, hands tucked under you, fists balled up tightly, hiccuping sobs. "'S mean," Bucky is rubbing your back, shushing softly while you try to explain what happened, "wouldn't let me 'nside daddy, I try." More sobs erupt from you, Steve's brow furrowing, wondering what you meant.

"Friday, show me what happened with munchkin on the patio before Sun Ray was activated." He watches as the TV screen starts playing the scene, fury creeping up in his bones, while Bucky continued to console you, but matching the fire Steve has in his eyes. Steve saunters out of the room when the TV shuts off, heading straight for Sam and Clint. Bucky holds you closer when you whimper, "Oh doll, dada will be right back, he's just gonna go get you something to drink." You continue to sob, you refused to take your pacifier, dropping it out of your mouth every time he tried to put it in, sobs not allowing it to stay. "Baby baby baby, you're okay, that little bee isn't gonna getcha in here, only daddy." He tries to tickle you, but you just sob louder. He's thankful for the soundproof walls, knowing you don't like to draw attention.

Steve finds Sam and Clint in the common room with Nat and Tony. Tony stands when he sees Steve, anger on his face still shirtless. Steve comes up from behind Sam and Clint, grabbing their shirts roughly, pulling them up and off the couch, feet dangling a foot above the floor, turning them to face him. They're shouting, trying to get Steve to let go. Tony is trying to pull Sam away from him, Nat trying to hit his weak spots so he will drop Clint but he doesn't budge.

"Did you think it was funny?" Steve spits, bringing his face closer to theirs, "Did you? You think it was funny when she cried? Think it was funny when she screamed and pulled on the door? How would you feel huh? If someone laughed at you because you were scared? If your friends laughed at you?" Tony and Nat are confused, "Steve calm down, what happened?" Steve scowls, overpowering the men easily as he turns them around, still holding them in the air. "Friday, pull up the patio clip and my bedroom feed on the common room television."

"Voice identification confirmed. One moment." The video starts playing, but all they can hear are your sobs, not able to hear the small consoling your daddy is trying or the talk from the patio clip as it plays. "Is it still funny bird boy? Is it still funny when you know you're the reason she's like this? No? Good." Steve throws them down on the couch, Tony is furious, Nat is scolding them, and Steve's on his way into the kitchen.

Tony follows Steve after shutting off the video feed, Nat still scolding the two perpetrators. Steve is piddling around, heating up some milk in the microwave. "You okay man?" Tony asks, placing a hand on his back, when Steve glares at him Tony sighs. "Man you can't go back to her seething like this." Steve lets out a huff, "I've never wanted to throttle someone like I do right now." He grabs the milk from the microwave, mixing some hot chocolate power in it, something that frequently happens when you're having a very bad day. Tony hands Steve a bottle, hidden in a thin cabinet, only unlocked by four people in the tower; Uncle Tony, your daddies, and you. "She's your baby, and she hasn't stopped crying because her buddies were mean to her and she doesn't understand, if you go in there angry, she will think you're mad at her." Tony chides, Steve, resonating with Tony's words, takes a deep breath, filling up your bottle and continuing to shake it. "Want me to come cheer her up with you?" Steve sighs, "Let us calm her down a bit, get her feeling right and we'll play some games later yeah?" Tony starts to rummage through the fridge, "Have Friday notify me." Steve nods, leaving Tony and going back to his baby.

When he opens the door, you're still crying, but when Steve sits he pulls you into his lap, holding you like a baby and rocking you. "Shhh, it's okay baby, I know they were mean, but papa's here now. It's okay," he's rubbing your face gently, your sobs turned to weak whimpers. "That's it baby, you want some milk?" You nuzzle into his chest, Bucky taking a sip of the bottle making sure it's not too hot and gives it back to Steve. He holds the tip to your lips, you instantly wrap your lips around it and hum happily.

"There she is, sweet girl," his fingers tangle in your hair, massaging your scalp gently while Bucky rubs your legs with a feather light touch. You hiccup on the milk, Steve moving it away from you and wiping away a stray tear. Your fingers clutch around his shoulder, whining, "Papa." He coos at you, "Drinking too fast aren't we love?" You let out another whine, your bottom lip wobbling, "Pease papa." He traces your jawline before bringing the bottle back to your lips, "Slower, you hear me dove?" You nod gently, closing your eyes and continuing to drink the bottle.

You're teetering on the edge of sleep, Steve wiping away a drop of milk that finds its way to the corner of your mouth. He takes the bottle very carefully, stopping when you suck on it a little harder, trying to hold it in your mouth. "Bunny," Bucky's voice sings to you, "let daddy have that, okay?" Steve tries to pull it away again, this time with no fight, Bucky pressing your pacifier to your lips, which you take happily. He clips it to the top of your pajama shirt so if you drop it, it'll stay relatively within reach. "Friday, put on munchkins lullaby playlist."

Soft music starts playing through the room, bringing you all the way under, soft snores against Steves chest alerting them to your slumber. "Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes, Mr. Wilson and Mr. Barton are outside, requesting entrance." Bucky rolls his eyes as he slides back down into the bed, "Friday, decline entrance and leave us be to nap for an hour." Steve moves you to Bucky, your sleeping form habitually wrapping around him and his warmth. Steve huddles behind you, wrapping his arm over you and resting it on Bucky, rubbing small circles. "She's gonna be a handful today," Steve comments, letting Bucky know that he thinks today is going to be one of those days where you regress further than usual. "She's gonna have such a good time with Tony." Bucky laughs, his eyes flutter shut, "Don't count her daddies short."

[tenta-cute]

Billy Lore From 'Runaway Max': Chapter 10

I live... Sorta. Not gonna lie, friends, it's difficult to make myself read this book when I have like thirty tabs of red hot Harringrove romance open on my tablet.

This chapter has quite a bit of stuff. It very briefly touches upon the racism thing. Also, some domestic abuse in this chapter. It's mostly Hawkins with some San Diego flashbacks mixed in.

Spoilers and lore under the cut!

The chapter starts with Max leaving Lucas behind and approaching Billy, who is leaning against his car. We get this scene where Billy grabs Max's wrists and tells her there are people out there that should be avoided.

He wants to know who Max talked with, what Lucas wanted, and also asks if he's causing problems for Max.

Max knows that Neil has many things to say about anyone who is not a white male Lutheran and assumes (emphasis mine) that Billy is the same.

Neil is not "openly" racist. He always claims it's about property value or crime rates or a million other keywords thanks to which he doesn't have to openly state who he is really talking about.

Billy has a history of making fun of Max's friends or interests and insulting her.

What she finds even worse is that sometimes Billy acts as if he and Max were in on some big secret together, as if they understand one another. As if he is actually concerned for her. Max believes he doesn't care for her and only acts that way sometimes to piss her off.

Ever since the Halloween night, the atmosphere in the house is very tense. While they used to be pretty angry at one another back in San Diego, they haven't been as openly hostile there.

Max realizes it's because Billy used to almost never be home back in San Diego, but in Hawkins he has a lot of free time. He started to fill it with parties, girls, and the baseball team, but all girls have curfews and the parties are rare.

Neil acts according to his routine: he leaves house in the morning and returns after 5PM. He ruffles Max's hair and buys Susan flowers. Underneath it all he's clearly ready to explode, though.

Max is hypervigilant around them, because if Billy fights with Neil he will take it out on her.

One morning Billy and Neil have a weird-ass confrontation during breakfast, lol. Billy picks up a carton of orange juice from the table and a moment later Neil reaches for it too. Billy doesn't let go. They end up quietly wrestling over it? And then Neil pulls hard enough that his elbow knocks Susan's sugar bowl to the ground, chipping it in the process.

Max finds this somewhat symbolic. She also mentions that she's been collecting signs of danger for the past seven months.

Max is not afraid of blood. She's played street hockey and tends to be pretty accident-prone with her skateboard, not to mention she loves slasher movies.

The first time she sees Neil assault Billy was in San Diego. Billy was driving in Mission Valley and was pulled over by cops.

Once Neil learns of this he goes all quiet, cold, and calm.

The scene starts with Max, Susan and Billy in the house. Max is cleaning parts of her skateboard. Billy is standing in front of the fridge and drinking milk straight from the carton, which he does because Susan hates it.

Billy is generally rude and disrespectful towards Susan.

Neil arrives, crumples up the ticket, and throws it at Billy, claims Billy is being irresponsible.

Max notes that the atmosphere in the house has been tense since that day Billy offered her a cigarette.

Max is initially shocked when Neil punches Billy.

Susan doesn't give a fuck. When Max looks to her, expecting her to step in, Susan reacts like she didn't see anything and keeps reading her magazine.

Another punch makes Billy stumble and hit a shelf. A mug falls off and shatters on the ground. Susan doesn't even look up.

Max suddenly realizes that Susan is not surprised at all by what's going on. She's horrified by the fact that her mother doesn't consider Neil's physical abuse a reason enough to leave him.

Billy manages to stand up, but he's unsteady on his feet. His lip is bleeding and his face is starting to swell. Neil tells him he's gonna teach him about responsibility and respect.

Susan leaves the room.

Neil beats Billy with a belt. When he does so, his eyes lose focus and it's like he doesn't even see Billy anymore.

Max is horrified and keeps expecting Neil to realize she's there and stop beating Billy up, but Neil doesn't care. He doesn't even seem to register she's there.

Billy is completely resigned to his fate. He doesn't make a sound and doesn't try to avoid the belt. In his eyes anger is mixed with fear and helplessness. He reminds Max of a stray dog she once saw in a dogcatcher's truck.

Right before Neil is about to start, Max tries to intervene and yells at him to stop. Neil just looks at her, smiles, and turns back to Billy to ask if this is how he raised him, to be a loser who needs a little girl to protect him. His tone is so full of disgust that it almost makes Max tear up.

Neil is not in a hurry. As he's beating Billy up, Max feels completely helpless. After he's done, Neil leaves the kitchen without a word.

Billy stays on the ground, kneeling on the floor. He doesn't say anything. After the silence becomes too much to bear, Max kneels down on the floor next to Billy and asks him if he's okay.

Billy seems completely empty when he tells Max to leave him alone. When she offers to bring him some ice, he looks up at her with hatred in his eyes that Max believes is directed at her. He snaps his teeth at her like a dog and snarls at her, once telling her to leave him alone. His voice is horrible, like a wild animals, and this time Max listens to him.

Impressions:

Oh man...

So, right off the bat we have confirmation that Neil is hella racist. Billy being racist is an assumption Max makes based on what kind of person his dad is, as well as the way he reacts to Lucas. Honestly, personally I think internalized bigotry is totally flavor of the month for Billy (alas, this might be a bit of a projection of my own experiences with extremely racist parents). That said, I think this part can definitely also support the popular theory that Billy wanted to keep Lucas away from Max because of Neil's bullshit? It was mentioned in earlier chapters that when it comes to politics and ideology Neil fully demands his household to follow his opinions and does not tolerate differing views. It's pretty clear that Billy is nothing like his father and doesn't want anything to do with him. It doesn't sound unreasonable to assume that his own views might be different than those of his father, even if he still enforces them for the sake of his own safety.

There is no doubt whatsoever about whether or not Max and Susan were aware of the abuse. They both know. Apparently Neil doesn't care about the audience.

This chapter was pretty heartbreaking when it comes to showcasing just how absolutely isolated Billy is in his situation and how strongly conditioned he is to believe that nobody can help him. First there's Susan driving the point home entirely on her own by completely ignoring physical abuse that is happening literally in front of her, but what's even worse is the way Neil instantly uses Max's attempt to help against Billy, in this case by trying to make him feel pathetic and ashamed for being defended by a little girl. Billy is literally taught that people trying to help him are only going to make it worse.

Like... damn, no wonder that kid is messed up. He's sad, he's scared, he's lonely, and he has no hope for things ever getting better. The fact that he didn't get his redemption arc is a crime. I once again reject canon and aggressively embrace fanfiction which gives Billy a happy ending.

[messers-moony]

Devotion: Chapter Twenty-Nine | F.H

Paring: Five Hargreeves X Fem!Reader (Series)

Summary: In which the Hargreeves siblings come together to stop the end of the world.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the Umbrella Academy. All rights go to the creators of the show, the comics and everyone in between. Gifs used in these chapters are NOT mine and are/were found on Pinterest.

Warnings: Cursing, Sex, Nudity, Violence, Gore, Alcohol, Drugs, Smoking, Intense Scenes, and Abuse (if I missed any let me know)

—The Stars 

❝That cannot be a normal family function.❞

The room went deathly silent. Y/n panted. Their eyes were piercing. Five stood straight and rolled back his shoulders. Y/n looked over to see Luther, concern in his eyes. Viktor and Diego looked near tears. Allison had fire in her eyes. Klaus tilted his head at her. The two Sparrows looked confused. 

“Why?” Viktor’s voice broke. 

“It was my only way back to you guys.”

Diego scoffed, “Bullshit, you’re smart. There had to have been another way.”

“There wasn’t.” Y/n said, “So I did what I do best.”

Allison scoffed, “You're all pathetic.”

“Why can't we go in there, just the five of us?”

“That would mean certain failure.” Reginald replied, “There must be eight.”

Reginald took steps toward the middle, “Children, I can't say I'm happy with this. But I see now the blame falls on me. I failed you when you were young, and I have failed you now. And in doing so, I have doomed the entire universe. If anyone needs me, I'll be in the courtyard… awaiting the end.”

“Idiots.”

She watched Ben and Reginald walk off. Viktor turned, “Was that a real apology?”

“The man's never apologized for anything in his life.”

“I actually feel bad for him.”

Five sighed, “Don't worry. It'll pass.”

Lila and Klaus walked away. Sloane looked at Five, “So now what?”

“We wait for the end.” Five said, “See you around. It's been interesting.”

He held out his hand, and Y/n took it. His hands were always so cold. Even when he was a boy, they had constantly been freezing. They were like ice. He took her away from the lobby into another room. It was filled with kitchen appliances and stainless steel. It was warm inside. The floor was a classic black tile with palm-green patterned wallpaper. He slipped his hand out of hers. She jumped on top of a counter. Her feet swung. 

Five grabbed a coffee pot and filled a green mug up. It was still warm. He smiled before handing it to her. Y/n took it from his hands, and it was warm between her palms. She took a sip while Five fluttered around the kitchen. From a cabinet, he grabbed a box of Frosted Flakes and milk from the fridge. She watched him grab a mixing bowl and pour the entire cereal package into it. Next was half of the milk. He grabbed a spoon and plopped it into the bowl.

“And what do you plan to do with that big ass bowl of cereal?”

“Eat it,” Five shrugged, “And retrace my steps from last night.”

She hummed and jumped off the counter. Y/n followed Five out of the kitchen with the mug in her hands. It was warm, smooth, and bitter. He walked around, taking occasional bites of the cereal while walking around the hotel. Y/n didn’t question and followed him everywhere. The hotel was humid still, and Y/n could feel the water vapor against her face. It made her feel sticky all over. They walked around for thirty minutes until Viktor appeared in the hall.

“What are you two doing?”

Y/n smiled, “A last stroll around the hotel.”

Five nudged her ankle and rolled his eyes, “Eating cereal. Drinking coffee. Retracing my steps.”

“Why?”

“The old man is hiding something.”

Viktor sighed, “Yeah, it feels like there's a lot of that going around.”

“How do you mean?”

“Allison apologized to me.”

Y/n tilted her head, “She apologized to me too, before the wedding.”

“Okay, and that's suspicious. How?” Five asked.

“Last night, she was ready to go ten rounds with me at the wedding, and it’s all family and Dad and love this morning.” Viktor replied, “I don't know. Something must have happened last night, but I don't know what.”

Y/n watched the bowl slip from Five’s hand, “Five!”

“It's Allison.”

Y/n almost dropped the mug in her hand. Five turned to her with wide eyes. Viktor furrowed his eyebrows, “What is?”

Before she could reply, she heard screaming from down the hall. It sounded like Sloane. Y/n walked down the hall to the White Buffalo Suite. Inside, Luther was on a white fur carpet with a slash across his chest. Sloane had his head in her lap. Her hands were covered in blood. Allison sat on the left of the pachinko game. Lila and Diego stood on the left of it. Klaus stood on the right of Luther. Y/n noticed the door to the game open and tilted her head. She grabbed Five’s hand and squeezed it twice. 

“Oh my God, Luther.”

“What happened?”

“He went to go get ice. I couldn’t-“ Sloane sobbed, “He didn't come back.”

She wept, “I… I don't know.”

“It must have been him. The guardian.”

“She's right.” Diego said, “Whatever did this had a long curved blade.”

“How can you be sure?”

“I don't know much, but I know knives.”

Y/n heard footsteps, and Reginald entered the room, “Children, what's going on?”

He gasped, “Oh God! Luther.”

“Five, this is a trap,” Y/n whispered, “And we do not have the upper hand.”

“I trust you.”

“Then fucking do something about it.”

Y/n saw his eyes. They were panicked, tired, and almost wet with tears, “I can’t. We’re going to have to let this play out.”

Sloane still cried over Luther’s body. Y/n jumped when the building rumbled. The mug slipped from her hand and hit the floor. It shattered into pieces. Ben stood on uneasy legs and looked out the door, “G-Guys? Hey, guys!”

“What are we gonna do with Luther?”

Five walked over to the door, and Y/n stood behind him. It was coming fast, “Okay, we're out of time! The Kugelblitz is here.”

“Into the passage! It's the only way!”

Viktor held Diego back, “You agreed to stay!”

“They killed Luther, all right?”

Y/n watched Ben, Viktor, Lila, and Diego walk into the tunnel. Allison was picking Sloane off the ground away from Luther. She pulled her into the tunnel. Y/n turned to Five. The lingering panic had disappeared, and only anger was left. His face hardened, and his jaw clenched. Klaus pushed Five forward, “Come on! What are you waiting for?”

“This isn't over!”

Five walked into the tunnel, and Y/n followed behind him. Their hands stayed intertwined as they walked through the bright blue tunnel. She couldn’t see anyone in front of them or behind them. Five tightened his grip on her hand, and she sighed. They came out of the other end to see the same suite. Y/n tilted her head. Everything was backward. 

“Let's never do that again.”

“What narrowly escape the apocalypse?”

Diego looked around the room, “It's kind of our thing, isn't it?”

“That cannot be a normal family function,” Y/n replied.

“Same suite, just ass-backward.”

“No hyperbole there.”

Y/n looked around the room, “This is some hardcore Alice in Wonderland shit.”

“Yeah, it only gets weirder.”

She heard panting and turned to the game machine. Reginald was rushing out of the tunnel. He slammed the door shut and panted heavily, “At last, the other side.”

“Pardon me,” Y/n said, “But where the hell is Klaus?”

“Children, I'm sorry, but your brother….” He heaved, “I did all I could, but he didn't make it through in time. The Kugelblitz has claimed its last victim.”

Five narrowed his eyes, “No, he was right behind us when we entered the tunnel.”

“We need to go back.”

“There's nothing to go back to. Children, there will be time for tears later. Right now, we have to keep moving.”

“Wait. Luther and Klaus?”

She looked around the room. Everyone had sadness on their faces. Y/n swallowed thickly. Ben was the first to leave the room. Allison followed. Then, Sloane, Diego, Lila, Viktor, Five, and Y/n. It was an awkward elevator ride down to the lobby. The hotel didn’t seem any different than the original one. Five kept a tight grip on her hand. Some of the designs were different. The pillars were orange instead of blue. The floor was black and white tile.

“It's magnificent.”

Y/n followed Five out of the elevator, “You guys should've stayed here. This place is way nicer.”

“Lila and I barely got out alive last time.” Diego said, “Remember?”

“But I'm here this time, and the numbers are in our favor.”

“Well, whatever it was, it was strong, fast, and super pissed.”

Diego pointed the gun in his hand at the bell on the front desk, “All right, so, whatever you do, do not ring this bell. Unless you wanna lose a finger or a tentacle.”

“I'll take my chances-“

“Don’t!”

“Get out of my way.”

Five pulled them into the main entrance. He looked at the doors. Y/n sighed, “Klaus didn’t not make it into the tunnel.”

“What’re you saying?”

“I’m saying I think Reginald purposefully left him to die.” She replied, “I mean, look, there’s nine of us, no more, no less. He said he only needed eight. He left someone extra as a spare to die.”

Five sighed and continued toward the doors, “Don't even try it, Five. Doors won't let you out.”

“So, what, we're stuck here?”

Y/n took her hand back and walked over to the bell. Reginald looked dreamy, “This place is a test and a trap and a means of salvation, all at once.

“Does anyone know what that sign says?”

“Yeah, it says ‘Do not ring the bell.’” Diego replied, “That's what that means.”

“We get it, Diego. Bell bad.” Five said, standing beside Y/n, “What do we do? Does anybody know?”

“Reggie?” He pulled out a notebook, “Reggie.”

Lila sighed, “I'm hungry. Does anyone fancy an unagi roll?”

“How can you possibly eat at a time like this?”

“I don't know.” Lila shrugged, “How can you be a dick at a time like this?”

“Hey!” Diego called, “Back off, all right? She's eating for-“

“Strength. In these trying times.” Lila said, “Diego, can you come with me for a second?”

 Y/n snorted and watched Diego get pulled. Five raised his eyebrows, and she shrugged. Y/n walked away from the group and to the common area on the right of the doors. Five and Viktor followed her. Viktor sat on a chair on the left, and Five sat on the right. Y/n sat on the tile between Five’s legs. Everyone else sat somewhere else. Y/n saw Allison attempting to clean the blood off her hands beside Sloane on the stairs across them. 

“Nah, it's like the old man said.” Five said, “Once is happenstance, twice is a coincidence, and three times ain't gonna happen 'cause I'm not a gibbering idiot.”

“Well, we can't be sure he killed Klaus or Luther.”

“I think we can,”

“This is his modus operandi.” Five added, “We've seen this before. Have you forgotten how we all came together in the first place?”

“Dad's funeral.”

Y/n smiled, “Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner!”

“He pulled this on you, rubes, before, and he's doing it again now.”

“Come on, Five.”

“No.” Five snapped, “He lost the vote to come through the tunnel, yet here we are.”

Viktor sighed, “Are you really sure that he could kill Luther?”

“I think he could kill Luther, Klaus, and the rest of us without breaking a moral sweat.” Five replied, “And what's worse, I think Allison is involved.”

“No. No.” Viktor scoffed, “She was with Sloane in the tunnel.”

“I'm not talking about Klaus.”

“Luther?”

Y/n watched Viktor furrow his eyebrows, “What? No, she would never do that.”

“She's been unraveling since we got to this timeline.”

“Yeah, she lost her daughter.”

“And she killed Harlan.”

“Even if you're right, I can't imagine they're just gonna come clean if we confront them.”

She smiled, “I agree.”

Reginald walked down the steps, “Gather up, children. Now that we've had a chance to catch our breath, the real work can begin.”

Y/n sighed, “Yippe.”

Everyone formed a loose circle, “Ah, the myth of the eight bells, eh?”

“Exactly. Somebody's been paying attention.”

“Okay, so we find the bells, then what?”

“No, no, no.” Reginald replied, “The bells are just a metaphor for this.”

Y/n remembered the symbol in the book, “The sigil.”

“Correct, Y/n.”

“The sigil is the key to the eight bells. Once we find this symbol, we're one step closer to resetting the universe.”

“What do we do when we find it?”

“I don't know.”

Sloane gasped. Viktor deadpanned, “Excuse me? We're here because you said you have a plan.”

“I do, up to a point.”

Lila snickered, “Great. So we'll just stay in the hotel forever, staring at the walls and eating bad sushi.”

“Finding the sigil is our only way out of here and the best chance we have of resetting the universe.”

“Funny how you and Dad are on the same page again.” Five tilted his head at Allison across the room. 

“Okay, uh, where do we start?” Viktor asked.

“We'll split into groups. I will go with Allison, Sloane, and Y/n,” He said, “Ben and Five with Viktor.”

Y/n bit her lip. Five and Viktor turned to her. She nodded, “No, we want Allison.”

“Ben for Allison.” Five replied, “We've trained together, so it makes more sense if we take Allison.”

“Yeah. No, thanks.”

“Why not?”

“Splendid idea. Allison, you go with the Umbrellas.” He announced, “Sparrows and Y/n, stick together.”

Y/n swallowed thickly. She felt someone pull her in a direction. She was met with Five’s chest. He held her tight and close, “I know you don’t want to, and I’m sorry for making you do this.”

They pulled apart, “I will find you. I always do.”

“I trust you,” Y/n said. 

He kissed her forehead before walking off. Y/n approached Sloane. She was still covered in blood, and Ben rolled his eyes. She followed them into an elevator to the right of the checkout desk. Reginald approached but stopped, “I forgot my journal. Go on. I’ll meet you on five.”

The doors closed, and Y/n swallowed. The air was thick with tension. She felt claustrophobic in the small space. Her hands threatened to pull out the Rubik cube but didn’t. She reached into her front right pocket and grabbed the knife. It was cool and shiny in her hands. It felt nice. Her head thrummed with thoughts. 

“This is a trap,” 

Ben scoffed, “What do you know?”

“I know that I can read minds,” Y/n said, “And I’m smart enough to know that Reginald forgetting his journal wasn’t a mistake.”

“You’re just a kid.”

Sloane sighed, “Ben, we should listen to her. Luther told me of all the things she’s done and solved. She’s the most powerful Umbrella.”

“I am right here.”

“I refuse to take orders from a kid.”

The elevator doors opened, “I’ve killed you once. I won’t hesitate to do it a second time.”

“You don’t scare me.”

“Enough, you two,” Sloane scolded, “Let’s start looking.”

Y/n tucked her hair behind her ears and started opening rooms on the floor. They all looked relatively similar to one another: the same patterned wallpaper, the same coral bedding, the same carpet, and furniture in each. Sloane checked in the hallways lifting paintings, shelves, and tables. She walked out to the hallway after reviewing the last room.

“Oh, don't forget to check under the plants.”

“Get off your ass and start inspecting the walls for hidden compartments.”

Ben rolled his eyes, “Hey, uh, here's a wall and, uh… Oh, here's another wall.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Y/n had never heard Sloane angry, “People are dying left and right, and you're acting like a sulky teenager.”

“You sound just like Dad.”

Y/n leaned on the wall, “Why is it so important for Dad to like you? He doesn't define you or us. We made our own mark in this world without him.”

“As the Sparrow Academy, but they're gone now.”

“He was never a Sparrow.” Sloane replied, “He was our dad and a shitty one at that. You don't need him.”

“Easy for you to say when you've already got a new family.”

“And the best part of that family just died.”

Y/n perked up at hearing footsteps. Five was watching around the corner. Y/n smiled, and Five’s face lit up, “I can't believe I'm saying this. I'm actually glad to see you guys.”

“What's wrong?”

“The hotel is changing.” Five replied, taking Y/n’s hand in his, “I've been walking around in circles, but it's like the thing is alive.”

“We should get to the lobby.”

“Tried it.” Five said, “Whatever direction I choose, I end up in the same spot.”

Ben scoffed, “Or maybe you have no sense of direction.”

“Okay, lead the way, Magellan.”

Ben rolled his eyes and walked down the hall. Sloane followed close to his right. Y/n squeezed Five’s hand and followed behind them. She felt the coolness of his palm in hers. It cooled her body down. She squeezed the knife tightly in her left hand as they followed behind. 

As they turned the corner, Y/n saw a figure covered in armor. He had a samurai sword and a mask covering his face. It snarled and flung the blade through the air. Y/n swallowed thickly. Ben rolled his eyes, “Really? A samurai?”

The samurai growled and held the tip of the blade in their direction. Y/n held took her right hand from Five and held it up. Her other hand wrapped around the knife. Y/n saw the samurai coming in their direction. Before she could do anything, Sloane screamed and flipped over it. The samurai turned, and Sloane held the sword in place. 

“Revenge looks good on her.”

“Would you shut up and help us kill this thing?”

Y/n watched Five go over to the wall and grab a familiar red axe. It looked like the one he used in Wisconsin to kill the board of directors. She watched Five disappear in a wisp and attempt to hit it. The axe didn’t penetrate, and Y/n shoved the blade back into her pocket. 

The samurai turned around and almost slashed at Five. Y/n held out her hands and tried to break the bones. She found none inside the samurai’s body. Y/n grunted as it pulled against her barrier. It was heavy. Five tried again and got nothing. Y/n whined, “We have to bring it somewhere else. I can’t hold it forever.”

Five was able to kick the sword out of the samurai’s hand, “Now!”

Y/n let go and started to run. She heard thunderous footsteps as she ran down the halls into a laundry room. It had tile floors and metal walls. Y/n hid with Sloane on one side of the building. Five and Ben were on the other. It didn’t take long for the samurai to come looking. 

“You've hit him with your ax five times.” Ben said, “He should be dead by now.”

“The armor. It's like hitting cement.”

“There's a space between the backplates.”

Five looked up, “We need to get behind him.”

“Let's kill this thing.” 

Y/n watched Sloane run out from behind the dryer, “Hey, asshole!”

Five disappeared in a wisp, and Y/n watched Sloane fall from running on the wall. The samurai threw a knife, and it slit her forearm. Y/n heard her wail in pain. She looked up to see the samurai coming toward Sloane. Then a wisp. Five went to hit it with the axe, but it whipped around, and Five fell to the ground. It slowly approached him. 

“Ben, I might be able to hold him long enough,” Y/n said softly, “But I’ll need your help.”

He nodded. Y/n stood up and held out her hands. The samurai went stiff, and Five looked at her with wide eyes. Ben summoned the horror and was standing on top of a washer. The tentacles slowly wrapped around the samurai. Y/n groaned under the guardian’s weight. The tentacles were wrapped tightly around it, and Ben strained. Y/n whined and lost focus. The sword slashed Ben’s tentacles, and he groaned. 

The samurai approached Y/n. She released a shaky breath before holding out her hands again. Y/n couldn’t see anyone around her. The sword was placed right at her neck. It felt like Lila’s blade back in the barn. She shivered and squeezed her eyes shut. She heard a snarl, and energy crackled at her fingertips. She opened her eyes to see the guardian at her feet and Five sweating. The axe had made it between the two backplates. 

“Figured it was time to save your ass.”

Y/n chuckled and wrapped her arms around him. He held her close. She felt the weight of something in her back pocket and pushed off him. Sloane sat with her back against the wall holding her forearm. Y/n knelt beside her and pulled out the small first aid kit. Her hands shook, and she used the alcohol pads to clean. Sloane whined and hissed. Y/n gave a small apology and quickly wrapped the gauze around her wrist before clipping it together. She put the kit in her pocket.

It was finished within a minute. Ben sighed, “Maybe I was wrong about you, kid.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re stupid and reckless,” Ben said, “But smart.”

Y/n helped Sloane and chuckled, “Oh, if I had a dollar every time I heard that.”

“Come on,” Five called, “Let’s go back to the lobby.”

Y/n followed Five out of the room and through the hallways. Ben and Sloane stayed close behind. They got into the elevator, and Five pressed the lobby button. Y/n grabbed an alcohol pad from the first aid kit and held Five’s jaw. She gently wiped it across the gash on his right cheekbone. She threw the used pad on the floor when most of the blood was cleaned. The elevator doors opened. Y/n saw Allison and Viktor picking someone off the ground. 

“Klaus.”

“You look like hell.”

Five huffed, “Why don't you try killing a guardian?”

“We just did.”

“So did we.”

“Klaus, I thought you were dead.”

“Yes, yes, I'm alive and amazing, despite Dad's attempts to bash my brains in but tearful reunions later.” Klaus said, “What you guys need to know right now is that Dad killed Luther. And he locked me out of the tunnel and rang that stupid bell!” 

Everyone walked toward Reginald in the lobby, “What's your plan, old man?”

“We don't have time for this.”

Y/n narrowed her eyes, “We never have fucking time.”

“You killed Luther!” Sloane yelled. 

“I had no choice. You refused to come together as a team.”

“All of your stupid myths and stories. There were never eight bells or Norsemen.” Ben spat, “You brought us here to die!”

Y/n saw Five looking at the ground, “What do you see, Five?”

He didn’t answer and ran up the stairs. She followed behind closely. He held both hands on the railing, and Y/n looked over it. Five turned to her, “I- I see it.”

“See what, Hargreeves?”

“The Sigil.”

She looked down and saw the stars. Her brain clicked. Five yelled, “Hey, I found the sigil. It’s on the-“

Y/n heard glass shatter and collapsed to her knees. She covered her head and listened to a loud thud on the tile on the lobby floor. Five yelped in pain, and she jumped back up. His left arm had been severed off. He leaned against the railing. Y/n stared, and her hands shook. Five stared at her with wide eyes. Tears were collecting in his eyes from the pain. 

“It’s okay,” She hastily started grabbing his tie, “I’ve got you, Five. I always do.”

“The sigil is in the lobby floor.” He yelled, “It's the stars!”

Her hands fumbled with the fabric until it was untied from his neck. She grabbed and smoothed it out before placing it around the severed area. She wrapped it tightly and tied a knot around it. He yelped in pain, and she squeezed tighter. Five released a breath of relief when it was done, and Y/n leaned back. Five squeezed his eyes shut and looked up, “I’d be so dead without you.”

“Tell me about it.”

She helped Five up by using his right arm. He limped unbalanced to the stairs. She helped him walk down them. They reached the third to last step. Everyone stood on a star on the ground except for Allison. There were two more left. Y/n and Five looked at them. Then they looked at each other. Y/n swallowed thickly. She saw the guardian swinging its weapon. Five pulled from her side, and she heard a wisp. He appeared on the star. 

“Y/n, quickly!”

Y/n swallowed and sprinted to the last star. Immediately, she felt pain. It ached all over her body. She felt like a thousand needles were poking her at once. A blue beam was coming out of her, and she could see the room around them changing to some form of yellow machine. She whined and groaned at the pain. Her body felt tired, and it was draining her. Something happened, and another strong wretch of pain ripped through her body. 

She screamed. It was like every bone was being ripped out from her body. It hurt. Everything ached. Her heart raced, and suddenly, it was gone. She collapsed to the floor. She looked down to see her skin greyish-blue. Five wasn’t far from her grasp. Y/n moved slowly. Allison was standing over them, completely fine. She stared at the machine with a blinking red button.

“Five,” Her throat hurt, “Five, please.”

Y/n could hear Viktor talking. It hurt her ears. Everything was so loud. Five listened to her small raspy voice and turned. He crawled over to her. He put his right arm around her, shielding her away, “It’s okay,”

His voice sounded the same. His skin was the same color, and there were dark blue blotches on his face. Y/n felt him press her tighter to his body, “I’m right here. Nothing can hurt you.”

She tightened her grip, and Five kissed the top of her head, “You’re okay. I’m here, Y/n. I’m right here.”

Y/n felt Five pick his head up, “Allison, don't touch that button. We don't know what it does.”

She could hear them, but she kept her face in Five’s chest. She heard Viktor’s voice, “Allison, stop! Don't make me do this!”

“Do you trust me?”

“Viktor, what are you doing?”

“Stop her!”

Klaus groaned, “Allison, wait!”

“Allison, don't do it!”

Then everything went dark and quiet. Y/n squeezed her eyes shut. She opened them when familiar cold hands pressed on her cheeks. Y/n’s eyes opened, and she saw green ones staring at her. She saw his smile. Y/n perked up when she heard a ding. She looked around to see everyone in an elevator. Y/n walked out to see a circular grass clearing with seven paths. 

Lila laughed, “Cool.”

Y/n looked around. The grass was bright green, and the trees were full. The sky was dark, and the air was dry. It was cool out. She looked up to see the beautiful stars glittering brightly, “Luther?”

She looked up to see Luther coming out of the elevator, “Oh shit.”

“You can see me?”

“Yes!” Viktor jumped into his arms.

“I'm alive? I'm alive!”

Y/n smiled, and Klaus clapped, “Luther's alive!”

“Oh my God!”

“That's not all, big guy.”

Luther looked down to see a very slim build. Y/n tilted her head. There was no unnatural hair or skin on his hands anymore. Luther’s eyes widened, “Oh shit! My body!”

“Wait.” He said, “I look amazing.”

“Luther's all svelte now.”

“Wait. I gotta show Sloane.”

Five looked down to see his left arm, “I got my arm back.”

“Lucky you,”

He put his arm around Y/n’s waist, “I’m always lucky.”

“This is so cool. W-Wait. Where's Sloane?”

“Oh, she was, uh… She was right behind me-“ Klaus said

“When Allison hit the button.”

Diego sighed, “She's gone too.”

“You know, I don't know about you guys, but I have not felt this good in years.”

“Does anyone know where the hell we are?”

“The hotel.” Lila said, “Or at least this is where it used to be.”

Five looked around, “I think the old man did it. I think he reset the universe.”

Y/n heard Diego and Lila chuckling. Luther was still calling out for Sloane. Luther pulled Five by the blazer, “Hey. I don't care about any resets, all right? I want my wife back. Where is she, Five?”

“I'm glad you're alive, but take your hand off me.”

“Not until you give me an answer.”

“Okay, screw this.” Y/n watched him clench his fist and move forward, but nothing happened, “Something's wrong.”

Luther furrowed his eyebrows, “That's right. You're about to get your ass kicked.”

“Yeah, kick his ass.”

“No, you moron. My power.” Five retorted, “I can't blink.”

“Yeah, right.”

Y/n watched Diego grab a knife and twist it in his hands. She held her breath as it fell to the grass beneath their feet, “That's not good.”

Luther took his hand off Five. Y/n sighed. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. She tried to reach into Klaus’ mind. He had always been easy. She got nothing. Her head was empty. There was no static, no thoughts, and no noise. Y/n looked at Five’s eyes and tried to communicate a message. He shook his head. Y/n bit her lip and held out her hands. She stared at the knife on the ground, and nothing happened. 

“No,” Y/n whispered, “No, please, no.”

“How do we get 'em back, you idiots?” Ben asked. 

No one had an answer, “I gotta… I gotta go find my wife.”

“No! Luther, you can't go. You were dead five minutes ago. You're fragile!” Klaus yelled as Luther walked away, “I gotta go after him.”

Klaus followed. Diego called, “No. Wa- Klaus, wait!”

“I'm out, bitches.” Ben walked off. 

“Come on. We should stick together and figure this out-“

“Well, what are we supposed to do?”

“Live our lives?”

She watched Diego and Lila intertwine their hands. They both walked off. Five, Viktor, and Y/n stood on the grassy path. She felt a headache pounding behind her temples. Y/n felt like she was going to throw up. Five held out his hand, and Y/n took it. It was cold, calloused, and light in hers. She followed him through the path straight from the elevator. They walked for a yard. 

Then, she threw up. 

[bitsandbobsandstuff]

The Midnight Coconuts

Summary: Bucky and his girl take a trip to the grocery store. Several things are involved, including coconuts, a 25cent gum-ball machine, Avengers branded Jell-O, chocolate milk straight from the jug, and tampons.  Characters: Bucky x Reader Words: 3k Warnings: Some swearing. Insane levels of fluff. Dangerously adorable Bucky. One (1) random reference to Not Another Teen Movie. 

A/N: Listen, I will never be over silly domestic Bucky! I originally started this story before TFATWS came out and when I imagined Sam had a niece, so just go with it. Part of me wrote this, because I needed to convince myself that I love grocery shopping (one can only eat takeaway and Trader Joe’s Orange Chicken for so long) and the other part wrote this because I firmly believe domestic routines can be the most romantic adventures out there.

When the doors to the grocery store whoosh open with a gust of stale manufactured air, Bucky skids to an abrupt and dramatic stop.  

“WAIT!”

Behind him, you stumble in panic, fumbling with an armful of reusable grocery bags. Instantly you’re imagining spilled blood and stab wounds and clean ups on aisle three and god dammit, how can there be a problem? This is a grocery store at midnight on a Wednesday. Shouldn’t the forces of evil be sleeping? Why is it so impossible to get a day off work? Don’t they know you need rest? And peanut butter? And that you’re dangerously low on toilet paper?

The forces of evil are the worst.

Raising weary fists, you huff.

“What? Where is it?”

Bucky sidesteps toward a row of small red and green machines beside the entrance, falling to his knees and smushing his nose eagerly against the glass. Reaching a hand behind him, there are several impatient grabby motions, before he glances back.

“Babe, can you give me a quarter? I need a gum-ball.”

Planting a sneaker clad foot on his ass, you shove. Hard.  

“Bucky, we talked about this. Remember how you agreed to lower the drama and keep things in perspective? I thought we were under attack.”

“If I don’t get a green gum-ball,” he declares dramatically, “there will be an attack.”

Throwing the cloth bags at his face, you stomp off to retrieve a shopping cart, plunking your purse in the front and hunching over the handlebars.  

“I thought you said you were a millionaire now. Buy your own gum-ball.”

Bucky rolls his eyes.

“Like I carry loose change,” he scoffs. “C’mon, just one quarter. Please?”

This time, he gives you the Look. That patented Bucky Barnes stare, with the wide eyes and full pouty lips and faux innocent expression, and if this man wasn’t the love of your life you’d quite happily stab him in the heart.

Instead, you open your purse and fish out a quarter, flinging it at his frustratingly pretty face. It bounces off his forehead and he scoops it up with a grin.

“So just to clarify. You came to the grocery store covered in knives, but you forgot to bring money?”

Giving you an indulgent smile, he jams the quarter into the slot. With a twist and shake, a gum-ball rattles free, and Bucky crows with delight when he sees the green candy. He pops it in his mouth. 

“I didn’t forget. I made a conscious decision to remove the temptation. If I bring cash, I’ll spend it. You know I ain’t great with that whole self control thing.”

“How encouraging to hear, from the man with knives pouring out his ass.”  

Jumping to his feet, he throws an arm around your shoulders. 

“Ass knives sound painful.”

“Depends on how sharp they are,” you mumble, pulling a carefully folded sheet of paper from your jacket.

“Excuse you? My knives are always perfectly sharpened, thank you very much. What kind of expert assassin runs around with dull knives? Damn baby, it’s like you don’t even know me.”

Ignoring him, you flatten out the paper and smooth the edges, sighing happily at the block letters and structured diagrams drawn in deep blue ink. 

Here it is, your masterpiece. A monument to productivity. The gold standard by which all optimization models should be benchmarked. This isn’t just any list, this is The List.

Everything is grouped, first by aisle, then by product location within the aisle, and then from top to bottom shelf order, to maximize efficiency. This is the dream list. The kind that inspires jealousy. The kind people hold up at TED talks when they talk about time management techniques. Marie Kondo wishes she had this list. 

Bucky snorts when he sees the carefully printed boxes.  

“God, you’re such a square,” he says adoringly. He plants a sugary wet kiss on your temple and you grind an elbow into his ribs.

“We discussed this, Bucky. Don’t mock my lists.” 

“Sorry babe, I ain’t mocking. Your lists are beautiful, they always get me all hot and bothered,” he agrees, dipping lower to lick behind your ear. “And I really love that list you keep with all those dirty, filthy, sex things you wanna do to me.”

“I don’t have a list like that.”

“Yeah, I know,” Bucky sighs, “and I don’t know how many more hints I can drop here.”

Reaching under his shirt, you rub his belly consolingly. “Okay then. This weekend I’ll sit down and make you a special list. One so disgusting and dirty and depraved, it would make Wade Wilson cry.”

Bucky laughs and squeezes you tighter. 

“About damn time honey. I’m equally parts terrified and horny. So where’re we headed first?”

“Produce,” you answer promptly, plowing forward, Bucky still chuckling beside you.

The whole scenario was ironic, actually. There was no need to grocery shop - automatic ordering mechanisms  across the Avengers tower rendered the task meaningless - but sometimes it was a welcome relief to partake in such an ordinary thing. Unable to sleep after one particularly terrible mission, you found yourself wandering the aisles of your 24-hour supermarket, dressed in pineapple adorned pajama pants and one of Bucky’s rattier sweatshirts, searching for ice cream. The unexpected symmetry of products arranged along the shelves, the rainbow hued produce, the hint of baking bread wafting from the ovens, all those everyday trappings of normality, they washed over like a soothing balm. Soon enough, the boiling bad thoughts simmered to nothing more than a cache of blurry memories.

When you got home, sleep came fast, deep and dreamless.

One month later, the idea struck again.

After 36 hours of Bucky tossing and turning, dark shadows bruising beneath weary blue eyes, you took his hand and led him down the dark street for a midnight adventure. He was skeptical, disbelieving that something so simple could chase away the insomnia. But he dutifully followed you, strolling aimlessly through the aisles, throwing odds and ends into the cart. 

The tension gradually eased, he began to relax, and suddenly? 

He was hooked.

An hour later, after arguing the health benefits of frosted Cheerios over oatmeal, poking each hunk of cheese in the display, and loading the cart with every single flavor of spaghetti sauce on the shelf, the heavy weight of remembering began to ease. When he collapsed into bed, he slept for eight hours straight.

I don’t know what that was, he swore the next morning, munching through his third bowl of frosted Cheerios, but it was magic.

And with that, a midnight ritual was born. Sometimes you make the trek alone, sometimes Bucky does the same, but whenever life permits you go together. This small slice of domesticity brings a warm comfort to this strange life.   

There is no doubt, this is your favorite area of the entire store.

Barrels filled with tart oranges and smooth red apples. Tables piled high with bananas, some just shy of yellow, others sunshine perfect, and a few with speckles of black (which are the best). Shelves lining the walls, overflowing with bundles of herbs and lettuce, all coated in a fine layer of mist. 

Bliss. 

Heading straight for the apples, you plunge into the Gala pile, rummaging until you come up with ten perfect ones. Peaches follow, fingers rubbing along the delicate pinky-orange fuzz. Squeeze, smell, squeeze, smell. Five are chosen for a pie (Sam pleaded shamelessly until you agreed to make him one), and in the cart they go. Heading toward the wall of herbs, you’re reaching for the basil when a metallic bang makes you jump. Spinning around, you find Bucky lobbing coconuts into the cart.

“We need these.”

“We really don’t, Buck. I hate coconut, it tastes like suntan lotion.”

“They’re not for eating,” he grabs an apple, wipes it on his shirt, and takes a juicy bite. “They’re for security.”

Sticky juice drips from his lip, catching in his beard. When you reach over to swipe it away, he nips your finger with a grin.

“Explain please.”

“See it’s like this. We’re just here shopping, doin’ our thang -”

“Don’t say thang.”

“- when someone attacks. What happens? BAM. One of these furry beauties breaks their face. Problem solved.”

Giving him a slow perusal, you raise an eyebrow.

“Were the 47 knives you’re carrying not enough to deflect this attack?”

Finishing off the apple in three sloppy bites, he carefully tucks the price sticker in his pocket so he can scan it before leaving and sets the mangled core beside your purse.

“Babe, these are my back-up plan. A good soldier always has a back-up plan.”

While you grab a bottle of extra-pulpy orange juice, Bucky picks two jugs of chocolate milk, snaps one open and takes a swing. Ever the thrifty shopper, he pulls a familiar bag from his back pocket, fishes out a crumpled piece of newspaper, and dangles it before you.

“Found a coupon for this,” he says gleefully. “Buy one, get one free. It’s called a BOGO. A BOGO. Hilarious, right? Fuck me, I love the future.”

Still laughing, he takes another long drink of chocolate milk and smacks his lips.

It was a lazy Sunday morning when you discovered this particular habit. Walking into the living room, you found Bucky buried in a sea of Sunday newspaper, tongue between his teeth and scissors in hand while he clipped coupons. He wasn’t picky, if it was remotely interesting, it went into the YES pile. It was one of those random things that brought him inordinate levels of joy, so of course you encouraged it. On his last birthday, you gifted him with a green zippered bag decorated with angry looking owls and official looking letters stitched across the front:

Bucky’s Coupon Bag  Thriftn’ Machine Since 1917

He laughed for five straight minutes and then stuffed it full. The bag accompanies you on every trip and the sight of Bucky excitedly rifling through his wad of coupons still makes your heart swell.  

Setting aside his BOGO, Bucky continues down the aisle, leaving you to pause in front of the yogurt. While you contemplate the merits of blackberry vs strawberry, Bucky slides over holding three cans of Reddi-Whip. 

“Are you actually planning to eat that? I thought you said whipped air is for, and I quote, ‘spineless, tasteless trash heathens’?”

Bucky shakes the can of spray whipped cream and wiggles his eyebrows, leveling you with a sultry stare. 

“Hell no I’m not eating it. This is for the bedroom. Last week I watched this god-awful movie where some blond guy - who looked exactly like Steve, by the way - made himself a whipped cream bikini for his girl. Decided I’m gonna do that for you. You’re welcome.”

“That sounds gross and unsanitary.” 

“If by gross and unsanitary you mean spicy and sexy, then yes. Yes it does.”

Whistling what sounds like the theme music from a bad porn, he adds two tubs of honey swirled Greek yogurt, pats your butt, and strolls ahead, throwing a roughish wink over his shoulder. Imagining the melted whipped cream soaking into your bedsheets, you mentally add more laundry detergent to the list.

“Hang on, turn here.”

Tugging the cart behind him, Bucky stalks toward the feminine hygiene display. It takes him a minute to scan the products before squatting down to the bottom shelf. Grabbing two jumbo boxes of tampons, oddly enough the brand you prefer, he pops back to his feet.  

“Dare I ask why you need these?”

A faint pink flush crawls up his neck.  

“Well, you know, two reasons. They’re really great for stopping bloody noses, you know? Just poke ‘em up there and they soak it all up.”

 He mimes the execution and adds a thumbs up.

“And the second reason?”

Squinting at his boots, he shuffles his feet a bit. The pink flush deepens. 

“Um, you know - I know you’re out, since I stuck the last one up Steve’s nose last week, and yeah. Anyway. It’s about that time. Of the month. For you.”

Clearing his throat, he reaches for his chocolate milk, but you grab his wrist.  

“You know when my period’s going to start?”

He shrugs self-consciously and fiddles with a loose thread on his shirt.  

“Well yeah. You think it’s just a coincidence when all your favorite candy shows up every month?” Looking up, he shoots you a crooked smile and leans over the cart to kiss your forehead. Grabbing a fistful of his shirt, you haul him in for a real kiss instead and his startled laughter tickles your lips. When you break away, those bright blue eyes are shining. 

“Thank you, Bucky,” you murmur.

“Anytime, sweetheart,” he whispers. 

This is the aisle where the cart officially explodes.

Lasagna noodles.

Egg noodles.

Spaghetti noodles.

Penne.

Linguine. 

Fettuccine.

Literally one of every noodle is selected, because Bucky Barnes is a self-proclaimed noodle slut. 

As you organize the boxes and search for orzo, you see him furtively add an extra bag of elbow macaroni. A quiet cough hides your laughter.

The last time Sam’s four-year-old niece came to the tower, she and Bucky spent hours making glittery elbow macaroni necklaces, which they ceremoniously gifted to everyone. When Sam casually mentioned her enthusiastically telling everyone at pre-school about her friend Bucky and how much fun she had visiting him, Bucky ran to a craft store and bulk bought supplies of glue, string, paint, and glitter, just in case she comes over again.

Months later and the entire team are still finding puddles of glitter all over the tower, but the delight on Bucky’s face anytime someone mentions that arts and crafts afternoon? 

It’s worth the mess.     

Gathering up brown sugar, instant oats, and chocolate chips, you turn to drop them in the cart when Bucky makes a strangled noise. Glancing over, you find him bouncing on his toes, vibrating with excitement.

“Babe. Babe. Are you making monster cookies?”

Adding a can of raisins, you search for the good vanilla. The kind that actually tastes like vanilla, not a cheap car wash air freshener. 

“I promised I would,” you remind him. Bucky plasters himself against your back, wrapping you in an enthusiastic hug and nuzzling his face against your neck.

“I love those fucking cookies,” he declares. “They’re my favorite thing ever. Next to you I mean.”

Finding the vanilla, you spin in his arms and return the squeeze.  

“I know you do. But you have to share them this time, okay? You can’t just eat them all yourself like the last two times. Agree?”

“Agree…to disagree. They’re wasted on other people, no one else loves as much. It’s for the best when I eat them all, it’s proof how much I love you. I’m doing it for you. I’m supporting you. Because I love you.”

“You’re completely full of shit,” you reply.

“I swear I’m not! Just listen!”

The excuses grow longer and wilder as Bucky outlines his rationale against sharing, walking backward and dragging the cart with him as he pleads his case. He’s diving into the science of super soldier metabolism levels and caloric requirements and the fact that his sister never shared anything with him, when he bumps into a tall display. 

He pulls up short, eyes narrowing. Plunking his fists on his hips, he growls a disgruntled sigh and glares at the rows of packaging. 

“You’ve gotta be shitting me.”

Lined up in neat rows, you see boxes of Jell-O organized by color and flavor. On the cover of each are an assortment of familiar images.  

“Are these Avengers themed Jell-O?” you ask, picking up a box with Sam’s image and the words Wild Berry Wilson. The rows extend further, filled with Lime Green Hulk and Blue Raspberry Rogers and Black Cherry Widow and Strawberry Lemon Stark. Exasperated, Bucky grabs the Sparkling Orange Spider flavor. 

“Is this for real? The kid gets one and I didn’t? Someone in PR is getting fired.”

“Well there’re only so many flavors, Buck,” you point out practically, but Bucky’s not in the mood for logic. Instead, he swipes an entire shelf of Jell-O flavors into the cart.  

“I swear to god, I have to do everything around here. Fine then. I’ll make my own flavor, Blackberry Kiwi Soldier or Winter Watermelon Rainbow, or something.” He pauses thoughtfully. “Anyway, I’ll work on the name. But I’m bringing it to dinner tomorrow night and everyone is gonna eat it.”

He dumps in a bag of mini-marshmallows and grabs sprinkles for topping, before marching down the aisle. Cringing at the volume of sugar in the cart, you make another mental note to schedule a dentist appointment.

“Go do your manly duty and find the meat. We need two 5lb rump roasts.”

“I like your rump roast,” he instantly responds and reaches over to smack your butt again. Anticipating the move, you catch his arm and twist it behind his back. He barks out a breathless laugh and you slap his ass in return.

“Your innuendos are tragic.”

Releasing him with a gentle shove, Bucky snatches up his three coconuts and ambles away, laughing while he juggles them. When he returns, he has the requested rump roasts, several packages of bacon, and a bundle of cocktail shrimp.

“If my innuendos get better, then can I touch your butt?”

“Maybe. But they better be real good.”

An added benefit to shopping at midnight? Not a soul in line.

Loading everything onto the conveyer belt, you automatically organize for bagging. Boxes together, produce together, meat together. Bucky adds a pack of batteries, a tin of mints, and some trashy magazines.

The last three items in the cart are his coconuts. They rattle around until you toss them at him, motioning back to the produce department. 

“We made it out alive. Go put them back.”

Still chomping his tasteless green gum-ball, he shakes his head and plops them down. 

“Nah, I have another idea for them. Got all those craft supplies at home, I’m gonna make you something.”

“Should I even ask?”

Bucky blows a huge, wet bubble and looks you up and down.

“Have you every worn one of those coconut bras? Like on TV, with the ladies in grass skirts? I’m gonna make you one. I already have string and glue. And glitter.”

“I think you may be overestimating your crafting abilities.” Digging out your credit card, you wait for the final tally. 

“Well, if it’s terrible then you’ll just be naked. Either way, I win.”

Shaking out your grocery sacks, he packs everything with Tetris-like efficiency and slides all of them up the vibranium arm.   

“How about I make you a deal. I’ll wear a coconut bra, if you’ll make yourself something to wear as well.”

Bucky blows another sugary bubble, pondering the idea.

“Like a coconut man thong?”

“Exactly like a coconut man thong.”

“Deal. Add it to that special dirty list you’re making me honey. We got loads to do.” 

Outside, the night air smells sweet and cool, the barest hint of a spring rain and fresh grass lingering on the breeze. Already, your eyes are feeling heavy, tonight’s quiet adventure ushering in that sought after peace. 

In your right hand, the three coconuts swing gently in their plastic sack. Humming under his breath, Bucky yawns, reaching for your other hand. His warm, calloused palm squeezes tight, his thumb stroking lightly over your skin.

He turns to you with a sleepy, lopsided smile.

Midnight and coconuts.  

It always does the trick.

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[rubyinasnuggie]

Random Headcanons No One Asked For:

-Both Ruby and Weiss are left handed

--Yang was 100% prepared to tease them about it when Blake very pointedly uses her left hand to write something

--Blake is ambidextrous

--which makes Yang the only right-handed one on the team

--until the fall of beacon oops

-Ren is fully color blind

--once baby Nora figured that out, she made it her mission to explain to him what colors are based on other sensations (sue me I love this trope)

--she describes pink as the quiet comfort they share in each other's presence

--Ren finally sees color for the first time when his semblance upgrades, and he can finally see the pink petals with Nora

-Blake likes to climb on things and find random nooks and crannies to read

--it turns into a game of reverse hide-and-seek when someone needs her: depending on how urgent it is the entire squad will drop everything and look for her

-team STRQ won the Vytal tournament their first year, specifically Summer was the champion

--Yang was more upset about the disqualification than she'd ever admit, because she secretly imagined Summer was out there somewhere watching the tournament, proud of her babies

-Tai pulled himself out of his depression by gardening: having a routine helped him, so he encouraged baby Ruby and Yang to get similar gentle hobbies

-Ruby raises chickens at home

--she very lovingly feeds them corn and calls them her ladies

--Yang affectionately calls them creatures and cluckers and other such rude things to get a rise out of Ruby

-Ruby deeply wants a cow

--this is her one and only retirement dream

--although honestly she can never imagine herself living past her 20s

-Yang struggled with picking a hobby, she gets bored easily and hates the expected

--its only post-Beacon that she understands the benefits of a routine

--thats why she ends up with a ton of chores, just some structure to help her through the day

-Ruby will drink any type of milk, but Strawberry milk is her favorite

-Sun is allergic to bananas but he doesn't know

--he thinks bananas are supposed to be spicy

-Weiss loves sour apple

-Pyrrha loves chocolate almonds

-Yang thinks fish are creepy, she just generally doesn't love the ocean

--she thinks Neptune is a little clown though

-Oscar gets dressed by putting on his left sock, left boot, then his right sock and right boot

--RNJR made it their mission to interrupt him during this just to see him walk around with one boot on

-Ruby likes to bake, it's one of the few solid memories she has of her mom

--one night Weiss was feeling homesick and Ruby taught her how to make mug cakes

--"its probably not that good compared to your cake butler, but it's pretty simple, and I like them!"

--Weiss secretly makes them at least once a week, even back home in Atlas

-Weiss has taken flight lessons, at one point Ironwood really pushed for her to become a pilot in the military

-Blake has a field journal of the different types of Grimm she's encountered

--team RWBY & JNPR have spent several nights sitting in a circle talking and adding to the journal

--while traveling across Anima, Ruby sketched and took notes on all the Grimm she saw, just in case she ever found Blake again

-Weiss collects rocks

--no, not crystals. actual rocks

--shes rarely spent time in the real outside, but whenever she has, she picks up little rocks and puts them in her pocket before anyone can see

-Jaune never actually stopped writing left and right on the bottom of his shoes actually

-Weiss had never been allowed to paint her nails as a kid, she'd always get weekly French manicures instead

--by the second semester at Beacon, Ruby, Weiss, Nora, and Ren would have weekly manicure nights where they'd paint each other's nails

--there were several times they'd rope the rest of the teams into it, especially during the Vytal tournament where they'd write team names on their nails

--during the singles round they'd write Yang on one hand and Pyrha on the other

--"we couldn't make it fit without cutting one of the R's!"

-Pyrrha and Weiss became each other's default plus one's for fancy events, to the point people began to speculate that the two were dating

--Jaune was somehow jealous of them both and it was very confusing to him since he had poor self awareness

-Yang cuts Ruby's hair, but after she lost her arm she lost the fine motor skills to do a good job, so Blake started to do it

-Blake is always there to help Yang with her phantom pains and residual limb pain

--she helps massage Yang's arm while leaning close and purring

--Yang cried the first time Blake did this because she's not used to being taken care of

-Nora never gets sick and is the designated nurse when a bug goes around the teams

--the electricity incident was the first time Nora has ever been bed-ridden

-Weiss took ballet as a child

-Jaune is actually pretty good at the guitar

-Pyrrha is not musically inclined at all its a miracle she managed to do the iconic JNPR shine dance

--jk but actually she's a decent dancer when she has the steps choreographed for her but she has no natural rhythm

-in the last few months before Pyrrha's death, she and Jaune would waltz on top of the roof together

--there were several almost kisses

--maybe a few successful kisses who knows

-there are occasions (obv extremely rare) when Ren actually takes the bulk of the energy from Nora

--this leads to thrilling game nights where Ren makes multiple 40pt remnant-equiv-of-scrabble plays while Nora naps

-Oscar is the only person who can beat Ren in scrabble, although it's very closely matched

-Oscar is amazing at chess and will play it against himself like a little square

-Yang and Ruby are experts at the tabletop war game they play in the library

--9 times out of 10, the winner is one of them

-Oscar is the only one who also knew about Compost King, which was very exciting for Jaune

--Compost King is a common game night activity while they were in Haven because its so hard to say no to Oscar

-Yang is a straight-A student and has always been

-Blake never had any formal education and she finds a lot of the classes incredibly dull or ineffective at teaching the material

--she's always the one convincing Yang to skip a class and lie in the sun-warmed grass with her

--she still gets Bs easily

-Oscar is a very fast reader and will devour any book he's given

--his aunt would frequently bring home books from town just to keep him entertained

-Ruby has suffered from migraines and nightmares her entire life, post-Beacon they only got worse

-Weiss shops at local dust stores whenever she can, even though she could get shipments for free

--however she does have Ron Swanson's "I know more than you" energy when she's shopping

-Blake and Ren will sometimes take naps together

--not cuddling, just occupying the same general space

--wake them up at your own risk

-if Ruby isn't engaged with something, she can start to scatter and dissolve into rose petals

--its a very slow process and someone has always snapped her out of it before she's fully vanished, but Yang is worried about what would happen if no one caught her in time

-Ren is afraid of horses

-Blake hates being cold

-Yang naturally radiates heat cause semblance duh

-Weiss glued the tiniest gravity crystals to the underside of Ruby's bed to ensure it never falls

-JNPR likes to push their beds all together so they can sleep in one big pile

-Nora can only sleep if she's holding someone's hand

Hope u guys enjoyed! These are in no particular order, sorry that I kinda jumped around a lot 😅

Feel free to reblog and add your own ideas and headcanons! ❤

[softjakehoon]

Can We Pretend?

Pairing: Idol Jay/Reader

Warnings: Smut. For 18+ only, minors dni.

Includes: Corruption kink, friends with benefits, protected sex, squirting, mild choking, slight biting, rough sex.

Authors note: I might edit this later. I apologize for any errors, I wrote this at 5 am instead of sleeping. Lmao.

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"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, in case you wanted to back down. 

You were watching a drama just a couple of minutes ago when he kissed you by surprise. You remember teasing him and questioning his innocence because of a scene in the drama where the main leads were hugging before having sex for the first time. 

Your brain stopped functioning for a while to remember how it all came to this. 

"Pft. Who the fuck hugs before having sex?" You almost choked on your drink out of laughter. 

"Why? Isn't that a normal thing for couples?" Jay asked you with innocence plastered on his face. 

"Are you being serious? You.. don't tell me you're still a virgin?" You were so shocked that you had to pause the drama you're both watching. 

"What's wrong with being a virgin? Also, you already know I haven't dated anyone in my life, why are you so shocked?" His lips pouting cutely as he argued.

"But that was 3 years ago, Jay. You're literally 21 now, you need to get laid." You teased him out of habit. A sting of pain suddenly grazing your heart at the thought of your best friend on someone else's bed.

"As if I have the time for that. Besides, I can't just hook up with anyone. I have a reputation to protect as an idol." He's right, you nodded in response. A sudden thought crossing your mind. 

"Wait a minute, how do you release tension then? Do you just get off by yourself or?" Your face inspecting his eyes closely for some hint. "Don't tell me you don't jack off either?" You were beyond shocked by his blank expression, showing no sign of guilt at all. 

"Holy shit, how do you even do that? You poor thing." You taunted him. 

"Enough, y/n. I'm fine, I have a lot of ways to release stress. Unless, you want to offer yourself to help." Jay knew he wasn't thinking straight when he said this but he maintained his cool and unbothered expression to see how you would react. 

"You want us to be fuck buddies, is that it? Fine, I'll help you." You weren't sure why you agreed without giving it a second thought. But you know deep inside you've been in love with Jay for 6 years already. For all those years, you tried so hard not to be overly affectionate and clingy to the boy you liked the most--in fear of him drifting away from you. You wanted to be someone constant in his life, someone he can go to whenever he needs someone to lean on. You wanted to be his soulmate. 

You've done a great job so far, but you're not sure anymore. How the hell are you going to manage pretending from now on? When you're overly sentimental and you tend to give meaning to every single thing he does. 

"What? How can you agree so fast?" He jokingly covered his mouth, pretending to be shocked. 

"What? Do you want me to take it back? It's not like this is my first time having sex anyway." You tried to act cool as much as possible, pretending that this setup isn't that much of a big deal at all. 

"Right. I'm not. But you're gonna be my first." You're almost sure he sounded hurt when he said that while looking deeply in your eyes. 

You couldn't resist it anymore. You wanted to be the one to erase his innocence but you were surprised when he kissed you first. 

You couldn't honestly tell if this is his first kiss or not because he's definitely good at it. 

You pulled away out of shock. You didn't expect him to be this good since you thought he's just gonna go for a quick peck. He looked confused at your reaction.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, in case you wanted to back down. 

"No. No, I was just shocked. I thought you were just gonna go with a quick peck, that's all." For some reason you can't look directly in his eyes. You're sure of it. If you do, you're gonna fall for him again, like you always do. 

"Well, we're not gonna go further with just a peck, right? Stop acting so shy, I thought you're gonna help me." He lifted your chin using his thumb, your eyes meeting in parallel. 

"You sure about this, Jay? I mean, I may get clingy after all of this. You know how sensitive I get. I tend to feel a lot of emotions." You warned him, followed by a fake laugh to ease the tension. You wanted to give him an idea of what could happen at least. 

"Then, don't. We're just using each other for sex, keep that in mind." You're aware he didn't mean to hurt you by this. He was just stating the obvious--drawing the line between the two of you for safety precaution. But this hurts, and you wanted him to take the pain all away, even just for a while. 

You kissed him roughly in frustration. He picked up your pace quickly, he really is a fast learner, you thought. And his lips, they're small and cute but they felt so damn good on yours. You grabbed his face, feeling every inch of his jawline, circling your fingertips on the mark on his neck. You looked deep into his eyes before gently sucking on it. He moaned at the contact, grabbing a fistful of your hair gently and pulling you back to a kiss. 

"Don't leave marks, y/n. I have a photoshoot tomorrow." He said, firmly. 

"Too bad. Wanted to fucking mark you as proof of getting your virginity taken." You chuckled. 

"Let me mark you instead, then. Proof that I let you take it." He whispered into your ear, biting into it gently, and kissing your neck while sucking on your skin up to your cleavage. 

You moaned from the sensation. You're already melting from his touch, you couldn't help but to rub your thighs together, wanting some kind of pleasure on your core as soon as possible. 

"Jay, I want your cock in me so bad." You whined, desperate to feel him inside of you. You palmed his cock inside his shorts, pulling it out. This is your first time seeing your best friend's dick and it was prettier than you imagined it would be. And you always thought he would be huge, but this doesn't even compare to the one in your dreams. The length, the girth, the tip of his cock, all red from arousal, leaking with precum already. Your mouth is watering from the sight. 

You couldn't help it. You dropped on your knees, eyes levelled to his crotch. You pumped his dick with your small hands, earning a gasp from him. You circled your tongue in his tip, gathering all the precum in it before fully deep throating him. He let out a growl this time, surprised by your sudden action. "Fuck, y/n. That's it, your mouth feels so good." You hummed in his dick, sending vibrations to his senses. You kept bobbing your head up and down, making sure to go as deep as you can, his tip hitting your throat making you slightly gag. You pulled it out for a moment to spit on it, and put it back inside your mouth, sucking him sloppily.

"Fuck, y/n. I'm close, keep going." Your jaw is starting to hurt a little, but you wanted to taste him so bad. You continued sucking him off while cupping his balls, massaging them gently. 

"Fuck, I'm cumming." He tried to get you off of him but you wrapped your arms around his thighs, pulling him closer. His cock, burying in your throat even deeper as he cummed. You looked up to him, eyes closed and mouth open from the pleasure. His head tilted back, and his hair slightly wet from sweat. The view of him from below caused a pool of wetness in your core. You milked him dry and swallowed his load without hesitation. 

"Shit, y/n. That's just.. insane. Come here, I wanna taste you too." He helped you get up, both of you smiling from ecstasy. 

You sat up on the couch, your thighs closed involuntarily trying to hide your arousal. "Can I?" He looked into your eyes, asking for permission if he could eat you out like a gentleman that he is. 

"Y-yes." You shyly answered. This is the first time someone is getting down on you after all. Your ex never liked foreplay and always went on ahead with penetration every single time that it hurts most of the time. Nervous of what's to come, you covered your face with your hands, not wanting him to see your state. 

"Let me see your pretty face, y/n. I wanna see how good I'm making you feel." He grabbed your wrist and placed your hand on his head, giving you something to hold on to while he flicks his tongue in your clit. He looked at you, your head tilted on the side, your mouth open releasing soft moans. He took the chance to put two fingers in your mouth, making you suck on them only to put them inside your cunt. He continued thrusting his fingers in and out while licking and sucking your bud, driving you insane from the pleasure, your arousal dripping down his chin generously. 

You grabbed his hair firmly as you focused on reaching your climax, clenching on his fingers. "Jay, I.. I'm gonna cum." You're almost out of breath at this point. 

He curled his fingers, hitting your g-spot several times that had you squirting around his digits. He eased you from your high, fucking your hole with his tongue and sucking on your juices. He looked up to you with lust all written in his face. His cheeks and chin, all wet and covered with your scent. 

"I always knew you'd taste good. Though I didn't know you're a squirter." He chuckled and sat on the couch. 

"Shut up. It's because it felt too good." You got up and climbed on his lap. He grabbed your ass to spread them and began kissing you again. The taste of his cum and yours both mixing in your mouth as you kiss him back. You began grinding at his erection, coating his length with your juices as he guided you by your waist. 

You're getting impatient at this point, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside you. You felt Jay searching for something in the corner of the couch, eventually bringing out a condom. 

"Why do you have that there?" You asked him, curious if he knew this would happen. 

"The boys left it here just in case. Didn't know I'd be the one to use it though." He tore the packaging and started rolling it down to the base of his cock. 

"You're such a good boy, aren't you?" You smiled at him.

"I don't think so." He whispered in your ear and bit your jaw, leaving a slight mark. You moaned a little bit louder this time. Surprised that it didn't hurt at all. "Aren't you such a pain slut? You're getting turned on by that? Huh?" His voice is so deep and velvety, making you clench your walls on nothing.

You started positioning yourself in his cock, slowly sinking down while biting your lip. He gasped from the unfamiliar sensation when he felt his tip enter you. You made sure to bottom all the way down, training your cunt to adjust to his size. 

"Shit. Move for me, baby. Be a good girl and ride my cock." He's holding you by your waist, pinning you down roughly. 

"Fuck, Jay. Your cock is so deep in me." You continued bouncing up and down, grinding back and forth on his cock from time to time whenever your legs would start to get tired.

Jay sensed that you’re starting to slow down so he started thrusting deep and sloppily into your core. You tried to meet his every thrust, biting your lips to keep yourself from screaming.

“Jay, I’m close.” He wrapped his right hand on your neck gently, while his left hand stayed at your waist. You're left at his mercy at this point. He’s in charge of the moment, giving you a smack on your ass as he growls from the intense pleasure.

“Cum for me, y/n.” With a couple of thrusts, you reached your orgasm, your walls convulsing around Jay’s cock that sent him to the edge as well.

He stayed inside you for a moment as both of you tried to catch your breath and then he pulled out after, discarding the condom in the trash bin.

He helped you get up and prepared a warm bath for you to enjoy. He knows that both of you just entered a complicated situation but he doesn’t regret it. As long as he’s with you, nothing else matters. 

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hello!! could i kindly request for a student campus crush! wonwoo hehe and you’re best friends and have unrequited feelings but u dont know if he feels the same so over a sleepover u tried confessing and you can continue from there hehe -🐼

let me hear you say | j. ww

✎ pairing: best friend!wonwoo x female reader

✎ genre: collegel!au, friends to lovers!au, mostly fluff

✎ warnings: none!

✎ wc: 2.40 k words

✎ notes: hi 🐼 anon! i got a little carried away with this one because soft, cuddly wonwoo makes my stomach do flips but i hope you like it! i'm not sure how i feel about my portrayal of yn here because i wanted them to be really supportive of wonwoo but kind of having a hard time because of their feelings towards him. i hope i was able to express that without portraying them as kind of eh :/

“Don’t you ever get tired?” You take a quick glance at your best friend as he folds up another piece of paper with a phone number written on it.

“Of what?”

“Of everyone in this school falling head over heels for you,” You say like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, proceeding to look back down at your notes. In reality, you were trying to prevent yourself from looking at the cute (albeit, confused) way your best friend was staring at you over your abrupt question.

“Well I can’t say I’m not flattered, but there aren’t really that many people yn,”

A total lie, you think to yourself. Every time you two walked around campus, your best friend attracted the adoring stares of all your classmates like some hotshot celebrity. Yes, he was popular, and yes, he totally deserved it, but if everyone knew how dorky he was, maybe they wouldn’t be so quick to hand him their number after a single conversation.

Another lie, if everyone knew what a nerd Jeon Wonwoo actually was, they’d probably fall for him harder. You would know of course, first hand experience taught you a lot of things.

It taught you how endearing it was when Wonwoo wore oversized clothing, so that he could pull the sleeves over his palms when sipping on a hot drink at the local campus cafe. It made you realize his habit of pushing his glasses up his nose, because he was too stubborn to get the bridge adjusted. It made your insides melt whenever he was nervous because he had a habit of fiddling with his fingers. You were certain that if anyone was completely head over heels and absolutely smitten by him, it was definitely you.

“Not many people my ass,” you scoffed, “you spoke to her once, just once! And now you are holding her number.” Wonwoo laughs at your poor attempt at hiding your annoyance, “For your information, we were talking about a group project, and exchanging contact information. Nothing more, and nothing less.”

You gave a little huff before going back to pretend-studying, you definitely couldn’t focus when he was sitting right across from you. You knew you were more prone to jumping to conclusions nowadays, and you hoped that Wonwoo didn’t notice your shift in behaviour. In reality, you couldn’t help but feel a little pang of worry whenever your best friend was asked out on another date. And while he rejected the offer every time, you worried that one day he might say yes and you could lose him forever.

Not that you were against Wonwoo falling in love someday. If he found a good person that he wanted to be with for the rest of his life, you would support him in a heartbeat. It was just the selfish feeling that blossomed in your chest that prevented you from feeling any true happiness for these kinds of situations, and you hated it.

You knew that he would never abandon you completely, because Wonwoo was the best friend you could ever ask for. But you also knew that it would kill you inside to see him sweep someone else off their feet.

You’ve known Wonwoo since high school, and you definitely harboured a puppy crush on him all of first year. This was back when he was still trading pokemon cards in the gym stairwell and poking at you to buy him something from the milk vending machine. The crush went away eventually and you found yourself enjoying the rest of your high school career with your closest confidant by your side.

Once you both entered university, Wonwoo had a sudden growth spurt that now put him a total head taller than you. He no longer lurked at the stairwells during lunch and instead made lots of new friends that he went out for coffee with. He started dressing nicer, and once he exchanged his old glasses for a pair of round silver ones that rested on his nose so perfectly, he instantly transformed into someone straight out of a kdrama.

Now, you have caught feelings again. And you’re scared to admit that this time a puppy crush doesn’t even encapsulate everything you’ve been feeling lately. Of course Wonwoo’s sudden change in appearance didn’t spark anything new in your feelings towards him. It was the fact that he had a new air around him that was just completely different.

Wonwoo in high school was shy, and you loved him for who he was. You two had your own small circle of friends and you would spend all your time reading or playing games in his bedroom. Wonwoo in college however, was breaking out of his shell and being the first to approach people and make new friends. He was still introverted of course, shyness and introvertedness were two different things after all. But you were proud to see Wonwoo take the initiative to make plans more often and reach out.

Wonwoo has also gotten a lot more comfortable around you. He’s grown fond of resting his head on your shoulder after a long day of classes, and wrapping you in his sweaters whenever you came by his flat. In conclusion, everything about university student Wonwoo, was driving you, (and probably the entire campus) crazy.

“Hello? yn? Don’t you have a class soon?”

You swat away the hand that was waving in front of your face to meet the eyes of the cause of all your heart troubles. One smile from Wonwoo and you were in shambles. You had it really, really bad. “Right, right, sorry I was just...distracted.”

“We’re still on for tonight right? You can just head straight to my dorm after your last class.”

“Of course Won, did you really think I was going to miss out on another rewatch of Extraordinary You?”

“Of course not,” Wonwoo chuckled. You were met with another one of those soft gazes from him, and you immediately tried to break your stare. Something in your heart tells you that you should just confess right now, and that Wonwoo was a sensible individual who wouldn’t let go of your friendship if he didn’t feel the same way.

“Hey Won, can I tell you something after class later?”

“Of course.” There was that smile again. If you weren’t so busy trying to slow your heart rate down, you would have caught the way his eyes brightened at hearing your question, and the way he looked down to twindle with his fingers.

You give Wonwoo your own smile before heading off to your last detour of the day.

Sleepovers with Wonwoo always consisted of a mountain of blankets, a never ending pile of snacks and a show to watch before eventually both of you fell asleep. When you arrived at his flat just as he was adding the finishing touches to a home cooked dinner, you realized that sleepovers with Wonwoo also consisted of another thing: Your tragic inability to keep your heart rate down.

“Dinner will be ready in a bit, you can just wash up and get changed for now,” Wonwoo turns to greet you before adding some pepper to the tteokbokki.

You nod and head over to his bathroom, where you already find your change of clothes resting on the counter. Any outsider would have been under the impression that you and Wonwoo lived together, considering that pieces of you were scattered all over his apartment. From the matching toothbrushes that were kept by the sink, to the drawer reserved only for your clothes in his bedroom.

The only reason that you and Wonwoo didn’t room together upon entering university, was the fact that your parents were wary of you rooming with a boy you weren’t even dating. Not that it mattered now, considering that you at least spent two nights at his place away from your own dorm.

After you showered and changed into your pajamas, you realized that Wonwoo had given you one of his sweaters to wear, instead of the usual shirts you slept in. Usually you would have raided his bedroom after dinner to steal one (you slept much better when you wore his clothing) but this time it appeared that he had taken the initiative for you.

Once you stepped out of the bathroom, you saw that Wonwoo was already sitting at the dining table and was on his phone. It looked like he was texting someone, and you felt your heart sink a little when he laughed at a message. No, you are not going to be jealous. You are going to be happy for your friend because he deserves all the happiness in the world.

“Is that the girl from your group project?” You sat down across from him and started piling the tteokbokki and rice onto your plate. “Yeah, she said that the professor just sent out a mass email to our class, saying that we were going to be given an extension. Turns out that email was meant for another course, but everyone is already celebrating the new deadline.”

Wonwoo shuts off his phone and turns to you, “Was there something you wanted to tell me today?”

Right. You were going to confess your feelings. It was now or never, and you weren’t sure if you could hold it in much longer. “I can just tell you after dinner, I’m starving.”

Tragic. Tragic. Tragic. Why couldn’t you just say the words, “Hey Won, I have feelings for you, do you feel the same way?” Must you be in a spiraling paradox of questioning the presence of unrequited love in the relationship you had with your best friend? Yes, most definitely yes. Since the world likes to make everything difficult for those in love.

Dinner was eaten in a comfortable silence for the most part. You liked that you never felt the need to fill the air with more conversation whenever you were with Wonwoo. There were days where you would just sit in each other’s presence and do your own thing, and those days left you with lots of time to ponder on your feelings for him. Tonight was the night that you were going to say these feelings aloud for the first time...you just needed a bit more time to procrastinate.

After you both finished your food, you relocated yourselves to the couch. You fidgeted with the end of your (his) sweater while Wonwoo searched for the show on Netflix. You figured that you would let him know in the morning, since there was a chance that you two would fall asleep before the episode ended. And you didn’t want to confess beforehand either, in fear of having to endure a brutal one hour of awkward tension if he didn’t feel the same way.

“Who would have thought that out of all the days the wifi could have chosen to bail on us, they chose the day where we were going to find out whether Haru belonged to Dan-oh’s story or not,” Wonwoo fiddles with the remote some more, while you panic in silence at the thought of spending the night with no distractions from your feelings.

“It’s not like we don’t already know how it ends,” You take deep quiet breaths to calm yourself down, you can definitely make it through the night, “We can just do other things.”

“What do you have in mind?”

You couldn’t answer him right away. The only thing you had on your mind was the fact that Wonwoo’s hand was now resting on your knee and that it was baffling how good he could look in pajamas. Wonwoo, sensing your inability to form words nervously glanced up at you before moving the conversation in a different direction, “Look, I know you had something to tell me today yn, but I realized that I wanted to share something with you too. I am in love-”

“I am in love with you Jeon Wonwoo!”

There. You blurted out a long-awaited confession before the anticipation consumed you whole. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from your hands in fear of seeing the look on Wonwoo’s face.

“Let me hear you say it again.”

“What?” You turn to Wonwoo, who no longer looked nervous. Instead, he wore the biggest shit-eating grin on his face that made you want to both kiss and strangle him. “Say it again.”

“Not when you look like you just won the lottery you nerd, you didn’t even say-”

“I am in love with you too yn.”

Well, you were never one to complain about the fact that your feelings were returned. But the way Wonwoo was cooing at your adorable expression of shock only made you want to shove him off the couch.

Which you proceeded to do.

“Hey! Aren’t you happy that I like you too?”

“Of course I’m happy! You didn’t have to try to beat me to my confession though, tonight was going to be my night!”

“You didn’t seem like you were going to say anything for the rest of the evening! You were going to wait until the next day weren’t you?”

Absolutely yes. “No!”

Any remaining tension in the atmosphere washed away as you and Wonwoo made fun of each other on the living room floor. You were beyond relieved and a little giddy that your best friend in the whole wide world saw you in the way that you saw him.

“But on a more serious note Won, were you also going to confess tonight too?”

“Actually no, but once you came out of the washroom wearing my sweater, I just had to say it before I tackled you with cuddles or something.”

“You gave me your sweater instead of my clothes to wear!”

“I know!” Wonwoo was holding your hand now and rubbing circles into your palm. The idea of cuddling the entire night didn’t sound so bad. “But you looked all nervous and shy and I was hoping that you were going to be the one to say something first.”

“Can we just agree that we confessed at the same time?” As the adrenaline from the confession began to slip away you suddenly became very tired, and you were hoping to just spend the night in the arms of your favourite person.

“Deal. So can we cuddle now?”