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dirtysvthoughts · 8 months

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ur gymrat boyfriends <3

tags/warnings: smut, pwp, female! reader, boyfriend! wonwoo, boyfriend! jihoon, poly! relationship, pet names (baby, honey, princess, my darlings), literally one mention of ass smacking, reader gets fully nude, wonwoo and jihoon are gymrats (kinda obvious lol), dirty talk, pussy eating - but guess who though 👀, sorta kinda wall & mirror sex? you’ll see, wonwoo kinda takes the lead in this one heheh 🤭

word count: 2.5k (i got carried away y’all, i’m so sorry this was supposed to be short 😭)

a/n: i was told several times i was a menace for coming up with this idea, so why not continue my spread of mischief 😗 i saw this pic and instantly got several thoughts running through my brain… thanks to @playmetheclassics @wonwussy and @gyuwoncheol for dealing with my nonsense 🥹

when jihoon suggested you join him and wonwoo at the gym, you were hesitant at first.

“won’t there be lots of people there? and i thought you two working out together was a you guys thing, i don’t wanna intrude on that.. we all need our own spaces,” your voice and eyes lower, but the hand your boyfriend places on your thigh immediately has your eyes staring into his.

“working out is never just a me and wonwoo thing, you’re always welcome to join us. you’ve just been too shy to tag along,” jihoon’s ruffles your hair as your eyes shift away again. “besides, we haven’t done anything with all three of us in a bit. it’ll be nice,” he pats your back as he gets up, heading towards your bathroom to take a shower.

a few days later, you take up jihoon’s offer, and decide to join him and your other boyfriend at the gym. donning a strappy black sports bra and black shorts, you enter the room your lovers are in - their bodies coming to attention once you come into the space.

“hi my darlings,” you sweetly muse as you put your things down. wonwoo immediately sets his weights to the side and approaches you, hands falling on your waist as he kisses the center of your forehead. “hey pretty girl,” he smirks as you lean further into his touch, caressing your cheek delicately with his fingertips. “i haven’t seen you in a minute, are you taking care of yourself?”

“yes, i promise,” you respond back, pressing a chaste kiss to his soft lips. wonwoo kisses you back moving his hands toward your chest - until jihoon clears his throat loudly, stopping the both of you in your tracks.

“i know you two haven’t seen each other in a while, but we do have to stay focused. wonwoo and i can’t spend all day here unfortunately, we have other schedules later on tonight.”

you sigh disappointingly, wanting more of wonwoo’s touch on you, but also realizing that jihoon was right. he did warn you in advance this morning that while the three of you would be reunited, it wouldn’t be as long as you would like it to. they could only stay at the gym for an hour until all three of you had to go your separate ways again. it had been about two weeks since all three of you were able to hang out together. who knows when the next time would be?

you then decided you just need the savor the present moments with your boyfriends.

30 more minutes pass in which all of you have worked on different body groups - your boyfriends helping each other with their chest workouts, and jihoon helping you on some of your weighted exercises, giving you tips and pointers on how to make it challenging, but not overwhelming. all three of you take a break from the exercise, getting some water as you lay down on your mat and your men sit on different benches.

“how do you guys do this everyday?” you question in astonishment. “it’s only been 30 minutes but i feel like i got in a workout for the rest of the week,” you grab your phone and scroll through some of your apps while your boyfriends laugh at your joke.

“you just gotta keep it consistent honey,” wonwoo comments. “the more you do it, the less harder it becomes.”

“and the faster you get the results you want,” jihoon adds in. “wonwoo and i didn’t get our physiques overnight. remember those late nights when one of us would have to facetime you at the gym?”

your pussy throbs at the memories jihoon unlocked for you. “how could i forget when you both unintentionally teased me with your muscles?” you murmur in your head, thinking about your last gym facetime with jihoon and how you wanted nothing more than for him to pin you down after seeing him in a tight, sleeveless black shirt, hair covering his eyes.?

“y-yeah,” you whisper biting down on your lip, quickly and tightly closing your legs to prevent the boys from catching on. “i don’t think i ever told you guys this, but i’m proud of you both for working so hard to take care of yourselves. and trust me, i definitely see the work you put in.”

wonwoo chuckles, running his hand through his hair. “i think you need to elaborate honey, what does that mean?”

you roll your eyes as you sit up, looking directly at wonwoo when your response comes out of your mouth. “i think you know what i mean, baby,” you tease as you roll up to your knees. “you and jihoon are too hot to handle,” you bite your lip as your mind continues to drown in your needy thoughts. “your arms are so built that i want to be pinned down or choked by them practically every day. when you both wear oversized shirts, you can still see the details of your chest muscles, and god, both of you have the waist of greek gods.. you’re my fucking adonises.”

“mmm, is that so honey?” wonwoo questions, but he already knows the answer. “if that’s the case, then come over here and sit on my lap, let me show you how this gym work can be put to very good use.”

you stand up, walking towards your boyfriend and when you’re close enough, gingerly putting one leg over his, making sure your pussy pressed against his crotch. once you feel situated, you begin to grind on wonwoo’s lap, hands pressing down on his shoulders, moaning at how you could feel his hardness at you just got started.

wonwoo quickly takes notice in how you were lost in pleasure, your eyes closed and your head falling back, revealing how pretty your neck and their lines looked. he takes advantage of this opportunity, and pulls you closer by the waist, holding you by your lower back. wonwoo then attaches his lips above your collarbone, pillow-like kisses heightening your sensations.

“mmmm,” you moan in ecstasy, sounds getting a bit louder as he kisses his way down to the valley of your chest. “mmm, wo’neil, more pl-please,” you reach for the nape of his neck and pull him forward to bring him to the exact spot he’s trying to reach. he smiles knowing both of you were on the same page, and starts mouthing at your breasts, leaving open kisses and licks anywhere he could.

jihoon was watching you both intently from his corner of the room, but when he heard you moan beautifully for the third time in a row and he saw wonwoo making love to your chest? he was done being a spectator. he had to join the action.

you and wonwoo are so caught up in each other that neither of you notice jihoon walking up to you both and stopping once he reaches your backside. his fingers grasp the hem of your bra and gently pull it up, causing you and wonwoo to momentarily freeze. your tilt your head back to look at your boyfriend, in a trance from how wonwoo riled you up.

“jihoon?” you question as he sits you up to pull your bra over your head, tossing it to the other side of the room.

“couldn’t let the two of you have all the fun,” he teases, now moving to touch your mounds. “such a beautiful body you have, baby,” smirking at how with every touch, your nipples got perkier.

you moan out jihoon’s name as wonwoo goes back to making you feel good with his mouth. the feeling of both of them on you has your toes curling and your panties getting wetter.

“shit, w-wonwoo, ji-jihoon,” you breathlessly whisper their names. “needed you both so bad, i missed this so much,” your last word turns into a moan when wonwoo feels up your clit through your shorts.

“jihoon, she’s so wet already,” wonwoo chuckles circling his thumb over the center of your crotch, enjoying the many noises that left your mouth. “we’ve barely even started honey, you wanna share with the class?”

“i’m practically about to make a spot on these shorts, i’m dripping wet for the both of you! take me on the floor, the wall, this fucking bench - i don’t care, i just need you both inside of me,” you desperately plead.

both of their dicks twitch at your words, and they share at look with each other. they nod their heads in agreement, and wonwoo places his thumb in your chin, ensuring all of your focus was on him.

“stand up pretty honey,” he commands, and you do, trying not to lose your balance. once you’re off wonwoo, jihoon slowly pulls your shorts down your legs, revealing the black, strappy panties you decided to wear.

amused, wonwoo trails his fingers over your waistband, pulling it away and then letting it snap against your skin. your core gushes, not expecting wonwoo playing with your panties to have such an effect on you.

“oh my god, please!” you whine. “no more teasing, i don’t think i can take it.”

jihoon laughs, pressing a kiss to your temple, fingers playing with your earlobe. “c’mon wonwoo, help me get our baby to the mirror.”

wonwoo gladly obliges, turning you around to have your back facing his chest. he helps you walk backwards as jihoon temporarily leaves you two, making sure the door was locked.

you turn your cheek toward wonwoo as his back finally presses against the reflective material, fingers slowly crawling towards your folds to touch you again - this time without any clothes blocking his way. “why do i get the feeling that you and hoon planned this before i got here?” you scoff in disbelief, but it quickly turns into another moan as wonwoo begins a scissoring motion that had your body aching for more.

“and if we did?” jihoon smirks, making his way back to you. he kneels when he gets in front of you, blowing lightly on your folds and you think you might pass out from the combined feeling of oral and physical touch in your most sensitive area.

“y-you guys are some-something el-else,” you can barely muster as jihoon begins to inhale your scent down there, groaning and mentioning how good you were going to taste.

“and i bet she would taste good too jihoon,”’wonwoo chimes in. “every time i’ve eaten you out, you’ve always filled my appetite. you’re so satisfying. you taste so sweet, pretty honey,” he brings his fingers out from inside you and brings them to your lips. without another thought, you suck dramatically on his fingers, enjoying how wonwoo pushed his fingers deeper into your mouth.

he pulls off with a pop and he goes to your chest, grabbing at any skin he could get his hands on. you press down on his hand as you brace for more, whimpering at how good it all felt.

you weren’t expecting to get louder however, and that’s when jihoon finally decides to put his mouth to use. he leaves one long lick on your clit, and your body breaks out in good shivers.

“oh my fucking god,” you breathe out, feeling like you were going to an otherworldly paradise. jihoon doesn’t stop there and continues his motions, alternating the pacing of his tongue.

“you like it when jihoon eats you out baby?” you nod frantically. “such a pretty little thing when you’re getting fucked out.. maybe i should fuck you from behind? hmm, put my tip in just a little bit and get you writhing for me,” he curves the shape of you ass and spanks the left cheek, causing you to tilt forward a bit as you cry out.

“please, please keep talking that way wonwoo, it s-sounds so good coming out of your mouth!” jihoon can’t help but laugh to himself because you were right, the more wonwoo talked dirty to you, the wetter you became, and all he wanted was to have your juices covering the bottom half of his face.

“such a needy, desperate little girl.. you love a filthy mouth don’t you?” before you can respond, wonwoo’s tongue roams on the edge of your earlobe and you whine out for your boyfriend.

“that’s right, keep calling my name out like that.. who’s helping you get off like this?”

“you are! wonwoo, wonwoo!”

“and be nice princess, who else is making you feel good? he’s working just as hard as me,” wonwoo tilts your head down to have you view jihoon, still making love to your folds like a pussy-starved man. jihoon looks at you with the most cunning, seductive look and you fear your coil could come undone any second.

“jihoonie,” you moan, biting down on your lip. “you’re making me feel so good down there, but i don’t know how long i can la- ah!” his tongue goes at its fastest pace since you three started and that’s all it takes for you to finally release, chanting both of your boyfriend’s names like they were the only words you knew.

jihoon moves his mouth away from the lower half of your body, a cheshire grin sweeping across his face, knowing his wish for today finally came true.

“came so much that you got it all over my face baby,” he licks his lips and the move has you clenching again, even though you had an intense orgasm seconds before. “dirty talk does something to you because you were dripping on my lips.” you blush at jihoon’s intimate statement as your body tries to slump to the floor, but wonwoo brings you back up.

“can’t have you laying down just yet, do you think you can handle another round princess? i do wanna put my dick inside of you, but only if you’re ready. what about you jihoon?”

the mentioned male nods in agreement, “yeah neither of us has filled you up yet, and i don’t think we can go anywhere until we’ve accomplished that.”

you look at the clock in the room, and there were about 10 minutes left before you guys had to leave. surely that’s enough time for one more orgasm.

“okay, but this time, i actually wanna see some skin from you two,” you pout. “i was the only one naked, and that’s not fair.. lemme see all of your work,” you innocently tease, doe eyes making them both horny.

“you really are something else,” jihoon expresses as he takes off his jacket first, then his shirt. wonwoo follows suit, hoodie coming off and his shirt following, both of their outerwear now in a small pile.

“you’ll have to help us with our pants though if you want both of us in your pretty little holes,” wonwoo remarks.

you sigh, knowing that even though you will get what you want, it’s not gonna come to you easy. that’s what it was like dealing with your gymrat boyfriends.

“yes baby,” you whisper as you come down to your knees, pulling down wonwoo, then jihoon’s pants and boxers down, revealing their pretty and girthy dicks.

“hm, i guess those late nights were worth it,” you say to yourself.

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nctsworld · 10 months

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✩‌ haechan x reader | fluff | 1.3k

SUMMARY | in which haechan is always your one (and annoying) late-night customer at the 24/7 convenience store you work at and one evening, he forgets his wallet. in lieu of payment, he asks if he can take you out on a date instead. // part of the connection series

WARNINGS | slightly insecure reader, none really!

RATING | teen+

AUTHOR'S NOTE | please check out (and maybe send in some prompt requests) @nctpromptmeme!

You ring him up, like clockwork.

The scanner picks up a bag of the Korean brand onion rings, two Red Bulls, and an instant noodle cup.

He’s the only consistent man in your life, ignoring the fact that the sole reason why he’s in your life is because he always comes into the 24/7 convenience store you work at during late, sometimes ungodly, hours. Tonight, it’s not that bad: 1:53am.

Rarely, no one else strolls in during your shift (and you’re grateful it’s a safe neighbourhood).

However, this young man lives to make your shift a painful one.

Usually with ruffled hair, transparent-framed glasses, and a simple t-shirt and sweatpants, he saunters in as if he owns the store, often swinging his keys or obnoxiously whistling along to the song playing in the background. From the moment he steps into the store, his existence alone irks you.

Unsurprisingly, he then takes a solid ten minutes on average (yes, you’ve timed it) to buy his items. Whistling evolves into screeches or emphatic oohs and aahs. Sometimes, he even narrates the entire process, as if he's the main character in a show. And yet, despite it all, he ends up buying the same rotation of his favourite items.

If not the onion rings, the shrimp crackers. If not the Red Bulls, the bottles of Monster instead. He may be grabbing one cup of noodles tonight, but other times it’s three. Potentially even a completely different brand, if he’s feeling adventurous.

On that note, predictability is in his nature. You plead internally for him to live a little, to maybe even spice up his night with a little change, for crying out loud. Heck, maybe even change the grey or black t-shirt he always wears to a shade that’s not a neutral tone or to put on a jacket for once.

And the cherry on top is the constant annoying smirk he flashes when you tell him his total.

You want to punch it off his face, smear it across the shiny floors with the dirty mop water you use at the beginning and end of shift.

“How are you doing tonight, gorgeous?” he asks. Sometimes gorgeous is replaced with beautiful or cutie. It only adds to his annoyance of regularity and you have an itch he does this all the time with others, making you not take his typical endearing terms seriously.

You can’t help but roll your eyes. “I’m not gorgeous, but, as always, thank you for the compliment.”

His smirk melts, and you catch yourself feeling a tinge of something as his features soften.

“You are, though,” your regular says. You quickly glance up, wondering if that pout and look in his eyes are genuine. “You know that I call you gorgeous because I mean it, right?”

You’re unsure how to react, so you give a small nod and repeat the total, softly this time.

There’s a beat when the man gets lost in thought, but the moment quickly fades. He reaches into his sweatpants. However, he stops abruptly, before he reaches in again and pats the outside of his other pockets.

“Fuck,” he hisses. You realize two things: one, you’ve never heard him curse; and two, he doesn’t have his wallet.

Well, that surely is different than usual.

Instinctively, you pull the snacks toward you.

“Don’t you dare think I’m letting you walk away with everything for free,” you say, half-jokingly. Even though you’re 80% certain you can trust him, you still don’t know what he’s like.

He smiles sweetly, quite differently than his smirks, forcing you to admit he’s handsome (just a little). “How could you expect me to stoop that low?” he whine-asks, clutching his chest in pain.

After a moment of staring up at the ceiling in thought with his tongue running against his lower teeth, a Cheshire grin spreads over his face and he raises an eyebrow.

You don’t like it one bit and regret the moment earlier, mentally punching yourself for finding him a tiny bit attractive.

“How about…”—he pauses as he rhythmically taps his fingers onto the counter—“...you let me take you out on a date in exchange for these items?”

A scoff releases into the air. “Are you really telling me I’m only worth $11.87?”

“What—no! Of course not,” he flicks a wrist upward in annoyance, then gestures to himself. “A date with me is worth way more in value, so you’ll be getting a better bargain.”

You could not believe this guy. “Is a date with you really going to be worth it?”

“Look,” he leans in over the counter and you catch a whiff of a light, woody scent. You fight off the desire to deeply inhale it. “No matter where we go or what happens, I’ll make sure you’ll be happy by the end of it. Isn’t that worth taking the risk of losing $11.87?”

Squinting your eyes at him, while still clutching the goods he wants, you start to warm-up to the idea since you don’t have anything to lose (but maybe that’s due to the influence of his slightly intoxicating aura).

“Will you choose the date location?” you ask, guarded.

He shakes his head. “Everything will be up to you and I’ll try to accommodate my schedule as best as I can.”

You raise an eyebrow, challenging him. “And what if I want to go to the most expensive restaurant in town?”

Without hesitation, he nods. “Then we’ll go to the most expensive restaurant in town.”

“If I wanted to order the $130 steak?”

“$130 steak it is.”

“If I—”

The cute (you can’t deny it at this point) stranger cuts you off with a raise of his hand. God, you hate how cocky he is.

Suddenly, he holds out a hand, sticking his pinky finger up. He waggles it, and you realize he’s waiting for you to do the same. You curl a pinky around his.

“There. I promise you—cross my heart and swear on my mother’s life—that I’ll uphold and adhere to whatever date conditions you ask of me.” He straightens, stepping away from the counter. “Now, can I please have my snacks and drinks?”

The events of tonight took quite a turn. Never in a million years would you think Mr. Predictability would ask you out on a date, let alone be pretty sweet about it.

Perhaps there’s more to him than you thought.

You hand him your phone, and he does the same.

When he gives it back, you shake your head at the text he sent and the name he gave himself.

“Hyuck?” you ask, unfamiliar with the name.

“Short for Donghyuck, but yes, beautiful?”

You turn your phone towards him in disbelief. “What’s with the heart next to your name?”

He shrugs, flashing you another smug smile. “What about it?”

Glancing down at his phone, he beams. You wonder if it’s because you wrote the following in brackets after your name: You Owe Me a Date Worth More than $11.87.

“And your name is just as beautiful as you are.”

Again, another eye roll. You wonder if the date will be filled with more of it. You shove the stuff towards him.

“I have to know: do those lines really work?”

“Well, I have a date lined up with you, so you tell me.”

Before you have a chance to retort, he grabs something out from his pocket.

A wallet.

His motherfucking wallet, and he has the audacity to toss a $20 bill onto the counter with the same grin that you still want to wipe the floor with. Your jaw hangs.

“Keep the change,” he says, along with your name and grants you a wink as he grabs his items.

“I’ll be seeing you on our date soon, gorgeous.”

AUTHOR'S ENDING NOTE

thank you for reading! i've been getting so much love for this - y'all are amazing. if you would like to read an informal continuation, see here!

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cosmal · 1 year

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hiii babe 🍰

spacey jane: james potter + i knew by lizzy mcalpine.

i knew that you loved me when i saw that my shoes was untied you bent down to tie it in the middle of the street

shoelaces

summary — james potter ties your shoes up in the middle of the street. you love him.

content — james potter x fem!reader, she/her, fluff

note — thank you this was such a cute request

The faster you walk, the more you get hit by the snow. The wind picks it up and blows it in your face. It’s so cold it feels like needles against your numb cheeks.

James has your hand inside his pocket because you’d forgotten your gloves and you wouldn’t take his.

“Y/N, sweetheart, take these.”

“No, because then you’ll be cold.”

“Right, then give me your hands.”

You’re both half trudging down the sludge against the pavement, James’s hand tightens too hard when he thinks you might slip.

“Why has Sirius invited us to his place on one of the coldest days of the year?” James grumbles. Half an hour ago he was giddy with excitement to see Sirius’s new flat.

“And why did you park three blocks away?” you ask.

James ignores you. You both know it’s because there wasn’t a single park, you just like to tease.

You’re almost there but every step you take feels heavy, like his flat just won’t get any closer. You go to cross the road right outside where you’re supposed to be and can feel your shoelaces hitting your ankle.

“Shit, my lace,” you mumble. You’re too close to slipping, you can’t imagine tripping over.

James stops right in the middle of the street when he looks down at your feet. “Stop,” he says softly. You stop with him when your arms snags against his.

He bends down onto one knee right into the snow and you gawp. “James!”

He swats your foot. “Stand still, angel.”

You do as he says. Mostly because you want him to hurry. “What are you bloody doing?”

“Babe, I don’t want to be a smartass right in the middle of the road,” he snorts, tightening your laces a little too hard, “but I’m tying your shoelaces up.”

“Yes, James,” you chide. “In the middle of the road.”

He makes two loops and if you weren’t too busy watching the corner to your left, you’d laugh at his bunny-ear method. With love, of course. He’s adorable. But right now, you’re a little peeved.

James looks up at you with soft eyes and a bright smile. You melt faster than the falling snow. You’re half annoyed because he’s being reckless, but also half adored because he’s being reckless on behalf of you. “I didn’t want you tripping.”

You want to put your hands in his hair. You also don’t want to encourage him. “Thank you, James, truly baby,” you hurry, words a little jammed, still genuine, “but please hurry up. I don’t want to get flattened.”

“I’d never let that happen,” he says, a little offended, a lot loving.

“I know.”

James grins. “Double knots?”

You roll your eyes, still annoyed. Shaking your foot you say, “C’mon, up.”

James gets up, letting you pull him into your side to cross the rest of street. Standing under a street lamp you stop still. James stops too, though hesitant.

“What’s up? Your other shoelace undone?” he frowns.

“No, it’s good.”

You needle your arms under his, pushing through the fleece of his parka jacket, angling your head up to look at him. James looks confused, still, he wraps his arms around your back with a ruffle of synthetic materials.

“I know it’s cold, baby,” he starts, squeezing you close, “but don’t you want to get inside? I’ll hug you all over Sirius’s new couch if y’want.”

His head blocks the the street lamp, curls haloed by warm yellow light and a falling of snow. You watch it decorate his hair and scatter in his too-long lashes, landing on the lenses of his glasses, and for the hundredth time since you met him, you think he’s the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen. It’s always just as startling as the first time.

“Did you just tie my laces in the middle of the street?”

James might think you’re scolding him. Though your features are soft and little too lovesick. You seem quite dizzied.

James grins boyishly. “Yeah…”

“We could’ve been hit by a lorry,” you laugh, half smothered by a chattering of your teeth.

“We could also freeze to death out here,” he says back.

“James…” you mumble, hiding your face in his chest. He smells like damp fleece and dwindling cologne that the wind keeps picking up.

“What?” he lets out a startled laugh, shielding your cold head with his big hand. Your hair is already half-damp. He’s starting to regret not letting you out at the front of Sirius’s building and finding a park himself.

“You love me,” you say suddenly, voice tainted with girlish laughter.

“Of course, I do,” he says. He smooths a kiss into your hair for good measure.

“Only boys who love you tie your laces up in the middle of the street.” You pull back your head from his chest and catch his gaze. He looks a mixture of confused and a little fond.

“How do you know that?” he feigns shock, “Who else has been tying up your shoes, huh?”

You shake your head, giggling, “No one.”

He dips you back, arms tight around your torso. Mouth hovering over yours, he says, “Who else?”

“No one,” you repeat, huffing a high pitched laugh. “Just you.”

He kisses you. Soft and quick and all things cold. You can’t help the smile that presses up against his lips. “Good,” he murmurs quickly.

You try to kiss him back. He grins all smug when he has you chasing his mouth. He stops when you huff, letting you too willingly kiss him.

“Should only be me tying up your shoes,” he says.

“Yeah,” you hum back.

And obviously he is. He doesn’t let you tie your own laces ever again when you’re around him.

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kaisers-house-of-desires · 11 months

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I am still indecisive, but Gojo, Nananemi (I feel like the more I type his name, the more I misspell it), or Sukuna x husband reader and Yuji as their adopted son? Just some teeth rotting fluff from your local ace.

One loving family coming right up~!

Title: 2 + 1

Characters: Gojo Satoru x m!reader, Yuji Itadori

Contains: fluff <3, adoption

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+ (except Itadori bc...adoption)

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI (This may not be smut, but I still want the above to be followed)

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"Satoru...let's have a child!"

Gojo choked on his coffee, practically coughing up a lung. "Wh-What?!"

"Let's...let's have a child!"

You had been pondering the idea for quite some time. You two had been together for awhile, and seeing so many happy couples with a child has given you a little bit of baby fever.

"I uh...a-are you sure? A kid is a...real big responsibility, y'know?"

"Yes! Yes I'm really sure! C'mon, Satoru!"

Gojo was silent, readjusting his sunglasses that he always insited on wearing as he sat back in the chair. "Well...First off, I'd be a terrible father--"

"Oh don't you start that--"

"I would! I mean, look at me! I can't even take care of myself!"

"Mhm...and that's why you double check whenever I order your food to make sure I get the right thing, or make sure I use the right detergent in washing your clothes."

"H-Hey! That doesn't mean anything!"

"It means that if you can be so vigilant on things you care about, you can be vigilant with a child!"

Gojo's cheeks puffed in a pout as he looked away from you, not liking how you made sense. "Hm...well...I at least want to think on it..."

Elated, you jumped from your seat on the couch and squeezed him into a hug. "Thank you, Satoru!!"

"H-Hey, easy! You're gonna spill my coffee!"

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Now something like this didn't come quick or easy for that matter. You two had to have deep conversations about how this would work: how to organize a room for the child to have space, what foods to make, toys to get them, what rules there would be, etc. Not only that, but you two had to look deep into adoption agencies and see what their policies were and how to go about this.

It was mentally taxing, and at times, you two had to put it off for awhile, just to make sure it could be tackled with a clear head. After all, this was a massive decision, one that affected not only your lives, but the life of a child. You two began to wonder if it would even be possible until finally, after all your searching, an agency reached out to you, willing to take your case.

Now came the next step, home interviews, personal interviews, background checks, all the works, all the more strain that was going into it. Though Gojo assured you it would work out in the end, which meant a lot coming from him, as he was hesitant on this in the first place.

Still, you two persevered.

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3 Years Later

"Satoru, I'm home!"

You sighed as you sat on the step inside the house, kicking your shoes off to allow your feet to rest after long hours at work. You were soon greated by small, thudding feet rapidly approaching you.

"Daddy! Daddy Daddy!"

A body barreled into you, and two arms tightly wrapped around yours, giving you a practical death squeeze. You couldn't help but chuckle at the small child, ruffling his hair.

"Heya, Yuji. How was your day today?"

Yuji straightened up, waving his arms up and down. "It was fun!! Papa and I played "Stack the Blocks"! We had to see how big we could make the towers! Papa lost at three blocks, and I beat him with five blocks!

"Oh really now?" You gave a playful grin as you stood up, picking up Yuji in the process. "What else did you and Papa do today?"

"Oh! I did Papa's hair! Wanna see?!"

From the other room you could hear Gojo object. "N-No no! Daddy doesn't need to see this, Yuji!"

"Come on, Papa! You look amazing!"

Before Gojo could object any further, you stepped into the living room. Your husband was sitting on the floor, his white hair pulled into very messy and tangled pigtails with an additional one on top of his head.

"...Yuji didn't want me taking them out so I couldn't," he huffed.

You couldn't hold back the giggle that slipped out, and you set Yuji down. "He looks wonderful, Yuji! You did a great job!"

"Heh. See, Papa? Daddy likes it! So you will too!"

Gojo grumbled something under his breath, but you could only chuckle as you rolled up your sleeves. "I'm gonna get started on dinner. Yuji? Can you make Papa extra cute for dinner tonight?"

"Mhm!"

Much to Gojo's dismay, you walked out of sight before he could bribe his way out of another hairstyling.

As you prepared dinner, a simple, happy thought crossed your mind:

I love this family.

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justmeinadaze · 2 years

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Good Neighbors Part 6 (Steddie X Reader)

A/N: I bare you your Steddie crack...I mean content... for the week :). I love reading yawls reblogs and comments on this series lol it provides me much needed serotonin. I love you guys so much!

Warnings: Steddie dynamic and all that that implies (I regret nothing). Fluff in the beginning with readers kiddo <3

Word count: 3180

“Happy Birthday, Steve!” You, Eddie, and Dylan shout as he comes through the door.

“Oh wow. Hey!” You son runs into his arms as Steve lifts him up.

You hold up a cake in front of his face with lit candles. “Make a wish.” Dylan directs him as Steve pretends to think for a second before blowing them out.

“Great. We get Harrington spit.” You smack Eddie’s chest with the back of your hand. “Naw, I’m sure it’s fine. We’ll all inherit slick, shiny hair and a hairy chest.” Steve scowls at him as he sits on a stool by the counter.

“I made the cake! Right, mom?”

You reach up in their cabinets and pull down some plates. “Huh? Oh, yes. He made the entire thing by himself. Eddie and I did absolutely nothing.”, you answer in a playful monotone.

“Yup. Not a damn thing.” Eddie doubles down backing you up.

“Well, thanks, Little Man. I’m glad we got to hang out before you left to see your dad.”

Dylan looks down and moves the cake on his plate around with his fork. Steve sees you and Eddie exchange a glance. “Baby, why don’t you go get Steve his present you got him. I left it in Eddie’s room on the right.” He jumps down and runs down the hallway.

“Charlie cancelled. Said his work was sending him out of town. Of course, Vivian’s going with him.” Your jaw clenches as Steve reaches for your arm, pulling you to his side.

“Did you call your lawyer?”

“Yeah, but we don’t have to talk about that today. Today is your day.” You lean down to kiss his lips before you hear tiny feet scurry back towards the kitchen.

You lift Dylan on to the counter as he hands Steve his present. He quickly unwraps it and pulls out a small wood container. On the lid in green was his name painted across the top. The sides had drawn video boxes like the ones at Family Video.

“Did you make this?” Steve asks him and the boy nods, his mouth stuffed with cake. “This is amazing. Thank you so much.”

“You can put your watch and stuff in it! We did it at school for arts and crafts.” Steve ruffles his hair in his hand.

There’s a light knock on their door and Eddie gets up to open it.

“Hey Kierra.” You reach over to hug her as your son pounces on her from the counter.

“Hey Y/N. Ugh, weirdo! You’re getting too heavy. Hey Steve. Happy Birthday.”

He thanks her as she puts Dylan back on the ground. He runs into the living room to grab his backpack. “I see C-H-A-R-L-I-E bailed. Always a charmer, that one. Alright, so I will have him back around noon tomorrow?”

You nod giving him a big kiss before he waves at the other boys and leaves with your sister.

“He didn’t have to go. I’m sure we could have had fun with the four of us.” Steve rises from his chair, placing the plate in the sink.

“Yeah, but you see Eddie and I had a few ideas for the evening. One of them being that the three of us have never been on a real date. Now you two get changed. Eddie knows where we are going so he SHOULD know what’s appropriate. I will meet you in an hour.” You smile at them as you dance out the front door.

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“This is the fanciest fucking place I’ve ever been to.” Eddie looks up towards the Italian restaurant. Out of habit your hand raises to smack his arm but he reaches out grabbing your wrist without even looking, anticipating your move. “Hey, no kid tonight so I can say fuck all I want.”

“You guys didn’t have to do this, you know?” Steve was still looking over the outside of the restaurant.

Your eyes meet Eddies as he leans down to not so subtly whisper in your direction. “He doesn’t know how to accept good things he deserves.” He straightens up and walks over to Steve patting his shoulder. “You can thank Mr. Harrington for that one.”

“Eddie, stop.” You wrap your arms around Steve’s waist. “We know we didn’t have to but we wanted to.” You let him go as you head towards the front door of the building, your heels clacking along the way. “And if all else fails we can sell the kid to get our money back.”

They both laugh as Eddie runs ahead of you to open the door.

This definitely wasn’t a normal scene for the three of you. Steve would have been ok with cake and pizza. Eddie with a six pack of bottled beer and you putting on a movie Steve liked while you enjoyed the evening. But you guys did things like that on a normal basis. You and Eddie thought this would be the perfect opportunity to go on a nice date night out and try something new.

When you saw them in their suits before you left you knew it was the right choice. As always, they both looked delicious. You had no idea if they coordinated wearing the same style black suit or if it just happened but it worked. The did have different ties though that displayed their personalities. Steve’s was green where Eddie’s was red with a guitar on the bottom.

A couple of nights before, Dylan came with you to the mall to search for a dress that Steve might like. You tried on a few before you found the one you were currently wearing which made Dylan clap in the fitting room. It was a red spaghetti strap that hugged your curves down to a bit above your knee. You found some red heels that had buckles that wrapped around your ankles. Your hair was up in a tight ponytail that bounced from side to side as you walked.

The hostess led you three outside to a table on the terrace. The dinner was absolutely amazing and through the night your eyes struggled to keep focus on one boy at a time. They both looked so happy especially Steve.

“No one has ever done anything like this for you? Ever?”

He shakes his head as he leans back in his chair. “No. Usually I’m the one doing stuff like this.”

You glance at Eddie as he laughs. “Sweetheart, look at me. Who would want to bring me here?”

“I remember once on my dad’s birthday when I was like 7 or 8, we made him this big fancy dinner with a cake and everything.” Steve starts to chuckle. “He never even came home.”

Eddie leans back in his chair as well and chugs the rest of his glass. “Wayne, my uncle, I think he was the only one who actually celebrated my birthday. Growing up anyway. After Steve and I became friends…” They toast their empty glasses to each other, giggling. “Yeeeeeah, we’re going to need more of this.”

It was then that Steve realized how silent you were. He gently taps your foot with his. “What about you?”

“My parents were good about birthdays. Sometimes there would be fights because my dad got us something ‘boy’.” You roll your eyes. “Now Charlie on the other hand. No, forget it.”

“No, hey, I want to hear your story.”

“Steve, it’s your birthday. I shouldn’t be talking about my ex.”

“Hey. That’s right. It’s MY birthday and I want to hear what you were going to say.”

You sigh at his persistence. “No, we never did anything like this. On our first date, we went out of town to this biker bar. Someone spilled their drink on me AND he got punched in the face. In hindsight, I see the red flags.” You swig back the liquid in your glass. “Yeah, Eds, you’re right. We’re going to need more of this.”

“That’s another reason you hate her, isn’t it? Because he doesn’t do shit like that with her.” Eddie kicks Steve so hard under the table that the boy shouts in pain.

“Harrington! Oh my god. And I’m the one who needs to control his mouth.” You giggle at their interaction. “You keep this up and I’m going to tell her not to give you the other present we had planned tonight.”

Steve looks at you with wide eyes and you tilt you head playfully to confirm with Eddie. You get up from your chair and crawl into his lap, kissing his forehead. He presses you tightly to him, gliding his hand up and down your arm.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you with my question.”

“It’s ok, babe. I know.”

Eddie stands from his seat. “Alright, let me go give these people your arm, Princess, and my leg and then we can get outta here.”

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Steve and Eddie are both laying on Eddie’s bed cackling like little kids as they shared a joint. Steve was in the middle as you laid on his other side, softly running your hand up and down is clothed chest while he had his arm wrapped around you playing with your hair.

“Seriously guys. I don’t think I can handle any more surprises.”

Eddie ignores Steve rolling to his side to look at you, gently reaching out to boop your nose.

“You still okay over there?”

You glide your hand into one of the openings of Steve’s shirt and rub his warm skin. “Excited.”

Eddie winks at you before leaning over to kiss your cheek and jumping off the bed.

“What? Wait, excited for what?”

Smiling at his confusion, you grab his cheek, bringing your lips to his. Steve slings his other arm over, holding your face as close to his as possible. His hips turn towards your but you reach down and push them back, undoing his belt with one hand.

“Ay hey!” Steve whines for second when he feels his pants and boxers being tugged down his legs aggressively.

“Eddie! I promise Steve. I’ll smack him if he gets too rough.” You lean up on your knees and swat the other boy’s now shirtless chest.

“I don’t mind rough.”

“Told you.” Eddie grabs your hips pretending to body slam you back on the bed. He reaches behind you to unzip your dress and pull it down your body. “You see, Baby Girl. You forget. I’ve known this man since high school.” As you crawl away over Steve’s chest to his other side, Eddie grabs the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs along the way.

You unbutton the rest of Steve shirt, sliding it down his arms, and throwing to on the floor. You place a pillow under his head, sitting on your knees next him.

“For your birthday, Eddie and I thought we could make you feel good.” A moan leaves his lips as Eddie’s strong hand grips his cock and takes it in his warm awaiting mouth. You lean down and pull the metalhead’s long hair to one side. “Remember Eddie, he’s not exactly like you. The deeper the better. Right, Stevie?”

He licks his bottom lip as he nods. You gently guide his head lower on the other boy’s dick making him gag as spit falls from his mouth. The sound that leave’s Steve’s lips is obscene but you love it. You reach for his hand and glide his fingers through your folds.

“You feel that, baby? Fuck. I just love watching you two play.” Steve reaches his arm around to grab the back of your neck, pulling you down to him. When his lips connect with yours, he thrusts his fingers into your entrance as you whimper into his mouth. “Have you ever kissed him like you do me?” Steve shakes his head, grunting against your lips.

You call Eddie’s name but he is transfixed on his current task. Steve’s fingers slide out of you as you crawl to Eddie, grabbing his face with your hands, and lifting his forehead to yours. His hand continues to rub Steve as he leans in to suck on your neck. You pull both boys till their facing each other. Steve doesn’t give Eddie a moment to think as he grips his jaw bring his lips to his own.

You reached between your legs, circling your clit with your fingers. They kissed each other differently than they kissed you. There was almost a desperation behind it as if this moment had been brewing for many years. You watched as Steve reached down to take Eddie’s cock in his hands, matching the other man’s pace. You could watch them all night. They were so beautiful together.

Eddie’s head turned abruptly at the sound of your moan as Steve’s lips trailed down his neck. The long-haired boy reached for you as you climbed towards him on your knees. His lips pressed against yours as he thrust 2 fingers inside of you, pumping them hastily. The sound of what he was doing to you filled the room. Your body trembled as you came around him, gripping his neck to hold you steady.

When he pulled his fingers out, they were covered in your slick. Eddie smiled as he offered them to Steve who sucked on them eagerly.

“I’ll never get over how good you taste, Princess.”

Steve hums in approval. Eddie moves to the side, rises to his feet, and stands near the end of his bed. He reaches down pumping his cock casually as he waits for whatever happens next. You turn Steve’s head so his eyes lock with yours.

“We were thinking we would try something new and since it’s your day Eddie said you could choose.” You gently rub the tip of your nose against his own. “Do you want him inside of you or do you want to be inside of him?” Steve lets out a shaky sigh of pleasure making you smile.

“I want to fuck him. So fucking bad.”

Your smile grows as you make grabby hands at Eddie. He dives back on the bed, landing on you. His lips find yours quickly, moaning into them as he grinds his cock on the outside of your dripping pussy lips. You both groan as he breaches that barrier and slides easily into your entrance.

After a few slow pumps, he freezes when he feels Steve line himself up behind him. Your pussy clenches around him at the sound of Steve spitting him hand, stroking his cock. He delicately pushes his tip into the boy in front of him and you watch as Eddie’s mouth falls open. You reach up and caress his face as Steve slowly pushes himself further in.

“Eddie, baby, are you okay?” You murmur up to him but all he can do is nod. “Steve?”

His eyes shift to you, glassy and blown out, giving you a small nod as well. Your cunt flutters again at his reaction and Eddie growls as his head falls forward. You push his hair out of the way so you can see his face.

“How does it feel? Tell me, baby. I want to hear you.” Steve bottoms out but remains still waiting to hear Eddie answer you.

“It feels…so fucking good. I’ve never felt-mmmm- anything like this. Move, Harrington.”

Steve thrusts forward slowly, pushing Eddie forward into you, making you both moan.

He tries to set a steady pace but every time Eddie pumps into you he pushes himself back on Steve and this boy had no intention of moving slowly. His hips smacked against yours roughly and Steve finally gave in fully matching Eddie’s rapid rhythm. You tried to keep your eyes open to watch them but it’s difficult.

Steve leaned on top of Eddie’s back, pushing him deeper into you as he leaned over him to reach your lips. You could feel Eddie grunting into your neck. The sound mixed with him being pushed further into your pussy was almost too much. Your lips hovered over Steves, openly panting into his mouth as you came.

Steve wrapped him arms around Eddie’s chest, thrusting into him aggressively, both men chasing their own highs. Eddie felt it before you did. He leaned up on his arms, looking down at you with sweat glimmering against his skin.

“You’re going to cum again, aren’t you?” You nod as his head comes down to rest against yours. “I can feel it. You’re so fucking tight with your pussy clinging to my cock. Do you want to cum with him?” Eddie reaches between your legs, circling your clit. Your arms cling around his neck as Steve’s hips begin to sputter and he collapses onto the boy in front of him as he cums inside of him. Watching the pleasure on his face as he climaxed was enough to drive you over the edge and you whimpered into Eddie’s shoulder as the coil snapped.

“Good girl. It’s ok. You’re ok. We’re here. God, you feel so good. Fuck.” Eddie whispered more praises in your ear as his own hips started to faulter. Steve pulled out of him falling on the bed watching you both with his hooded eyes, waiting for his friend to cum. It didn’t take him long after a couple more rough thrusts you felt him release his seed inside of you before dropping flat onto your body.

Eddie rolled onto his back and you reached down lazily to grab his hand, looping his fingers in with yours. You don’t know how long you were both laying but suddenly Steve’s voice broke through the silence.

“I made a bath.” Neither of you opened your eyes to address him.

“Steve, it’s your day. We should be making you a bath.”

“It’s after midnight. It is no longer my birthday.”

“Oh, well then our legs don’t work at the moment.” You giggle at Eddie’s comment and he starts chuckling with you. “I tried, Sweetheart. Holy hell!” Eddie gasped as Steve pulled him to his feet and threw him over his shoulder.

Amused, you followed after them. Steve placed him on his feet and pointed to the tub. “In. Now.” He hears your tiny laugh echo through the bathroom and he gives you a playfully look of warning. You hold up your hands in defeat and climb in front of Eddie, leaning back against his chest. Steve sat on the floor facing you two, trying to help get you clean.

He couldn’t help but smile at the image in front of him. Eddie’s arms were wrapped around your own as you hugged your body. Your head was leaning back on his shoulder with your face turned into his neck, his own face turned slightly towards yours. You both looked so content, at peace.

Your hand reaches out to touch Steve’s arm. “Did you have a good day?”

“I think this is the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

You smile as you struggle to keep your eyes open. “Good. You deserve it. You both deserve to be celebrated.”

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deeptrashwitch · 1 month

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Nice time

Alicia: Yes, I know Cami *in a call with her sister* right now we are on a friend's place, so if you can wait for me for a couple of days, then we can find each other on...Vietnam is okay for you?

Cami: Sure! Anyway I still have to finish an article, see you in Hanói?

Alicia: Hanói will be, love you

Cami: Love you too!

*Alicia hangs the call and looks down to the box on her hands, then starts to look for her plane tickets. The sooner were that night, so she had to pack and go in less than three hours.*

Alicia: Well, let's give this away and go to the airport!

*She walks around whistling a melody before finding Luke first, walking towards him*

Alicia: Boy!

Luke: Hey Alicia, what is it?

Alicia: Here *hands him a little box and a flower* bought this for you

Luke: Uhhh, t-thanks *surprised* but why?

Alicia: Even I have my sweet moments, now I gotta go, time's running for me

*The next one she found was Aly (@alypink OC), who gave her a little hug before talking for some minutes*

Alicia: I bought this for you, and I bought one for Lily *gives her two boxes, a flower and a little toy* I hope you like it

Aly: Awwww! I love it, Alicia *hugs her again* I'm sure Lily will love it too!

Alicia: I'm glad, well, I better continue then

*The next one was Jackson inside the empty medic bay, who was already going to complain just to being in a loss of words when Alicia left a box and a flower over his desk, just smiling at him. And when she looked around, she noticed Aelan*

Alicia: Hey, Aelan!

Aelan (@islandtarochips OC): Captain Marchant? Please tell me you didn't do anything stupid with my Captain...

Alicia: Not this time, I just came to give away a gift *laughs* and to say sorry for giving you such trouble

Aelan: That's...new, but it won't save you from the scolding

Alicia: I know, that isn't the point

Aelan: ...Thanks Captain

Alicia: Sure *ruffles Jackson's hair before walking away* gotta go, have a good day!

Aelan: ...If you don't want it, I do

Jackson: Keep your hands off my fucking gift

*Inside the hangars, Alicia found a big group. There were Noah, Agnes, Elijah, Alexander, Nigel, Francis, Nicholas, Marcus and Elliot talking and laughing*

Alicia: Should I be worried of you taking over the world?

All: No *at unison*

Alicia: Then I give you this and leave you with your conspiracy *starts giving away the gifts and the flowers* I bought some things that I thought you could like, and yes Nigel, I bought it for you too. And if you can prank Kanoa for me, then I owe you a drink

Nigel: *surprised* ...Heh, will do! *smiling*

Francis: *stands up and hugs her* Thank you, Cap!

Alicia: Yeah, yeah *pats him on the back*

Agnes: Can I hug you too? *curious*

Alicia: ... *sighs* Yes, Agnes, you c- *gets tackled in a hug* oof

Marcus: Need some help over there? *smiling*

Alicia: No need, don't worry

Marcus: Alright then, thanks for this Cap

Alicia: Absolutely

*After some minutes Alicia went to look for the rest of the people, finding Edward first*

Edward: So you did this again? I wonder what their reactions were *chuckles*

Alicia: You talk like I was a bitch or something *giving him a box of candies, a flower and a bottle*

Edward: You remembered... *smiles taking the bottle*

Alicia: Of course I did, I have good memory

Edward: Thanks Licia, seriously

Alicia: I know, take care of everyone with Luke and Jackson while I'm gone, would ya?

Edward: Where to?

Alicia: *scoffs* Hanói, Vietnam

Edward: Have fun, you earn it every time

*After that Alicia went to Kanoa's office, finding him and Tiala inside.*

Alicia: Can I? *knocking on the door*

Kanoa: Yeah, what is it? Found anything funny to do? *smiling*

Tiala: Please don't, I have enough for today *tired laugh*

Alicia: Not today, just came to say goodbye before I go to the airport *gives them the boxes and the flowers* and to give you this

Tiala: A gift? *raises an eyebrow with a smile* what's the special ocassion?

Alicia: Absolutely none *chuckles* just me being a good person

Tiala: Thank you, Alicia

Alicia: *winks at her* Absolutely, hope you like it

Kanoa: Thank you, Licia! *hugs her, raising her a bit from the floor* this is a miracle!

Alicia: Get off of me, Noa! *hisses trying to break the hug* you'll break my fucking ribs!

Kanoa: Nah, nah *laughs* you deserve the hug

Alicia: Tiala, help me *sighs* if he doesn't leave me alone, I'll kick him

Tiala: ...Can I keep his things if you do?

Alicia: Yeah, sure

Tiala: Then feel free to kick his ass *smiles while taking Kanoa's gift*

Kanoa: Hey! Leave it! *tries to grab her without leaving Alicia*

Alicia: Let me go! Damnit, let me go! *screeching*

*Fortunately, Alicia was able to arrive to the airport on time and meet with Camila in Hanói two days later when the youngest arrived*

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have-you-seen-my-sanity · 18 days

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Restless Night

Moonboys x fem!reader

Summary: You can't sleep but the boys help you out.

Tags: Mostly Fluff.

You don't even remember how many hours you were awake now, was it 3 or 4? At first you tried to tire yourself out by scrolling through your phone, that didn't help, so you simply laid in bed, closed your eyes and hoped for the sleepy wonder to finally happen. That didn't happen too, in fact it only increased the frustration. So you tried it with a glass of cold water, but...that only made you go to the toilet...

And here you are, in your boys shared bed, literally whirling around like a tornado, your covers suddenly feels like having 7 different edges because of your kicking and ended on the floor.

You looked over, Marc was the one to fall asleep with you and he is sleeping like a goddamn rock, he didn't even budge when you were whirling around...maybe it was because of the tough mission Marc had. You thought about nudging him awake, but that would just get him grumpy and if you were really unlucky, Jake would be the one to wake up and he would use Steven's ankle restraints on you to keep you at bay...

Maybe you should go look around where Marc and Jake kept their hard alcohol? You already know it atleast knocks Jake out pretty good.

But...

You decided to try your luck and lean close to Marc's ear, whispering softly "Pssst, Marc."

Marc didn't wake up, instead he only shifted to lay on his side...

You sighed, thinking about if you could somehow knock yourself out, when suddenly Marc finally stirred

"Love?" It wasn't the American accent you heard, neither was it the Spanish one, instead it was the sweet British accent that made you smile. It was sweet Steven.

"Steven!" You immediately jumped back into the bed to cuddle Steven.

"Hey there jumpy." Steven smiled sweetly, taking you in his arms and giving a gentle squeeze "Why aren't you sleeping?"

"I've been awake for 3 to 4 hours straight now. And Marc was sleeping like he was hit by a truck." You replied with a small chuckle making Steven laugh,

"Next time hold his nose closed and he will awake in no time." Steven joked and slowly let you go to sit up

Don't give her any ideas Steven.

Steven let out a laugh at hearing Marc's voice before he turned towards you, "Well, if you have trouble sleeping then come with me to the kitchen, I can make you some tea if you want." Steven offered.

"Yes please, because I was about to snoop around for Marc and Jake's hard hitting stuff." You giggled and stood up to make your way to the kitchen.

Steven followed you, on his way he passed a small mirror on the wall, seeing Jake

Don't tell her about the hard stuff, Hermaño. That's not the right stuff for our sweet princessa anyway.

"Don't worry mate, I won't tell her." Steven assured, entering the kitched already seeing you sitting at the table

"Who was it?" You grinned.

"Both actually," Steven opened a drawer and got his wide collection of teas out, "Marc didn't like the idea of me giving you ideas on how to wake him up. And Jake don't want you to find out their secret stash."

You couldn't help but smile, "You three are too sweet."

Steven turned his head, giving you a smile "They said thank you." he prepared the kettle and walked over to the window to look out, noticing a full moon shining bright "Oh look at that, no wonder you couldn't sleep, it's full moon."

You raised your head "Again? It already was full moon the past four days. Maybe Khonshu is trying to piss of the other gods again." You chuckled.

Steven turned to you, walked over and ruffled your hair gently "Now why would he do that?"

You shrugged "I don't know. Maybe to torture me for tonight?"

Steven grabbed a teabag of Green tea for you, "Khonshu can be a bit of a bugger sometimes but torturing you with lack of sleep? Nahh, you're his little gem." Steven got a cup, pouring the hot water in and putting the green tea bag inside.

You cocked an eyebrow, "He calls me a what?"

You heard Steven chuckle, but it wasn't his british accent, it was a deep spanish one, it was Jake

"Si, mi armor, you heard right you're his little gem." Jake got you the steaming cup of tea, setting it down infront of you before sitting down opposite from you, grinning cheekily.

"Not his little bug?" You chuckled, looking down at the steaming tea infront of you.

"Nah, he called you that at first but now he calls you little gem. But it suits you more than anything." this time the accent was american.

You looked up, seeing indeed Marc leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table, "Tell him I like him." you smiled innocently.

"Oh he'll be flattened." Marc chuckled, "Now drink your tea or I will get mine and Jake's hard hitting stuff, trust me you don't want any sleeping troubles after that." he threatened playfully, looking over to the small mirror and shooting Jake a teasing smile.

But before you could take a sip, you let out a sudden yawn, Marc clearly saw that and decided to tease you, "Aww, is someone getting tired from talking too much?" he grinned.

You shot him a glare but couldn't hold back the smile tugging at your lips while sipping on the tea.

Before you knew it, another yawn escaped you, catching Marc's attention once again as he proceeded to stand up "Alright honey, time for some well earned sleep. I'll let Steven out so he can tuck you in." Marc smiled and grabbed your now-empty cup of tea to place it on the counter and leading you out of the kitchen back to your shared bed "And don't forget, in the morning you will sleep like getting hit by a truck." Marc teased as he made his way to their side of the bed.

You settled in too, and before you could lay down Steven was back, "Now you sleep, alright?" he smiled, getting under the covers.

Steven pulled you close and wrapped his arms around you, "Sleep well, love." he whispered softly.

"Sleep well, Stevie."

#moon knight #steven grant #oscar isaac #marc spector #jake lockley

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🩰RedCrackle Aesthetic🩰

If you want to be +/- to the taglist you can text, reblog w/ comment, ask, etc. You will be tagged for every aesthetic that I do.♥️Taglist: @grahamcarmen @fuckyeahmiraculous @rys-redcrackle @chiefladyluminary @etherealdisneyvillainness

This is a gift to @grahamcarmen ^^, their friendship means a lot to me and I wanted to do something special by doing a ballet!au.

Carmen and Gray: A Ballet Love Story

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Late and quiet, the city was hushed and the lights dimmed on the quaint street. The house of ballet, the music was gone, each room was empty, and the dancers were asleep, so they can dance the following morning. Beyond the majority, there were two rebels, two young dancers unlike the rest, moving with the shadows, and the intention of proving to everyone that they were the best.

He picks up his stuff, he sighs a sleepy breath, and walks the quiet halls of the building looking in each room. He picks up on the sound of music coming from a close distance. As he walks closer the only glimpse of light; the moon light leaking through the windows. He heard soft feet moving across the floor, he knew exactly who it was. He stood in the middle of the doorway, he watched her dance. Her hair was down, released from the tight bun she wore, her loose dress moved with her; the only thing she was missing was a partner. He walked to her.

“You’ve almost got it,” he said from behind her.

She gasped and spun around, she saw his face and relaxed, “Gray…. Huh, I should’ve known it was you.”

She barely knew him, all she knew about him was when girls would talk about him in class and he seemed genuine. But she decided she didn’t need that kind of distraction. Until one night, the night that invited a large crowd, the performance of the Nutcracker. He and a girl, one she personally didn’t like, Sheena were the stars of the show. Graham and Carmen bumped into each other, they introduced each other and she saw that he was very polite and caring.

But now, she was shocked that he was there. She felt her heartbeat escalate, was it that she was caught being here after hours or was it because of… him.

“It’s Graham….”

“Oh really? I should’ve known,” she smirked.

“You’re a cheeky one aren’t you… being here when you’re not supposed to… saying my name wrong.”

“I could say the same. Say, what are you doing here so late,” she said ruffling his hair.

“Hey,” he laughed and she smiled, thinking about how cute he looked like that.

“Well done, you managed to distract me from what I was doing, pretty boy.”

“Ah well so did you, I was gonna head home and call it a night. But- wait- pretty boy?”

“Oh please, you know all the girls are drooling over you….” She said with her heart sinking.

“Pfft…” he rolled his eyes, “you’re jealous aren’t you?”

“Me? As if,” she said, thanking the darkness for hiding her blush.

“Anyway… how about you go back into form,” he told her as he went back to fix the music.

He found her error, “is it ok if I touch you, to help you?”

“Um… I- i- guess,” she felt her entire body heat up from nervousness. She never got nervous, but why was it him she was getting nervous for.

He placed he hands on her hips and moved them up her back fixing her position, “ is this good?” She nodded, her heartbeat was definitely escalated. “Ok.. well, this shows confidence, you need to be less stiff too, loosen up.” She took in and out a deep breath, relaxing her muscles, and hopefully her heartbeat. “That’s better. Now we will continue from this. This is a partnered dance, is it not?”

“Yes, it is…” she said. Oh god…. she thought.

“I did this dance last year, hopefully I’m not too rusty,” he chuckled.

When they music replayed they danced, quickly becoming in sync with each other. Carmen couldn’t let go of the thought of him being so, so, so close, and neither did he. Just them, only them, no one watching. “You do know what’s coming up right?” He whispered in her ear, sending chills down her back. She knew, “yes….”

One… two… three… and she was lifted in the air, they both got distracted by looking at each other, and they found themselves collapsing on top of each other.

Carmen opened her eyes, finding herself on his chest, “OH MY GOD! Gray, are you okay?”

He bursted out laughing, “I’m fine, are you okay?” He caressed her head.

“Yeah, yeah…. I’m ok. Maybe we should call it a night.”

“Mhm,” he got up and helped her to her feet.

Graham walked her to her house and wished her a good night.

She shut the door, she felt her heart pounding and replaying the night over and over in her head.

For the past two weeks, they kept meeting up and he helped her with her next performance. Her instructor, Countess Cleo, noticed the she was improving in her classes and the more comfortable they got with one another.

They got coffee together one morning before going to practice, they laughed a lot together, each moment was important to them and he begun to see Carmen differently too. He found himself looking at her, having a strong desire of seeing her. But for the both of them, they looked forward to seeing each other after their class ended.

It was the day of the show, Carmen was getting ready. She had a gorgeous dress, her hair was in a clean high bun, and her makeup made her face sparkle.

She went to talk with a few of the girls, Sheena, leader of the group, she hated talking to her. Sheena was once again bragging to everyone that she played in the Nutcracker. Even though Carmen couldn’t handle it, she had to keep up appearances. However, Carmen, of course, had her snarky comments that she would say to Sheena.

Sheena was talking to the group, and Carmen was about to say something, but she saw Graham behind Sheena and snuck away from the group. She followed close behind him. Where is he going? she thought.

She knew he was preforming tonight. She followed up to the roof. Why is he going to the roof?!

He stopped and kneeled to look at the large glass dome. “C’mere, it has the best view.” He talked to her.

How did he know I was-? She thought as she walked and kneeled next to him.

“What are you doing up here Gray? We have a show coming up… well I do anyway…”

He looked directly into her eyes, the he turned away and stared through the glass and sighed. “Why not…? I was going to watch you from up here,” he looked back at her. His eyes lit up, “I love this song!” He got up and reached for her hand. She looked up at him and held his hand as she got up.

“Just follow my lead.”

He rested his hand on her hip and held her hand as they did a slow dance. She slowly started to forget about her performance, getting lost in the sounds of his heart beat and warmth.

As she rested her arms on his shoulder, she looked at him, “I think this is the part where we kiss,” she said almost shyly. Graham rested his forehead on hers and his hair sprawled on her, he chuckled, “Mhm.” He lifted her chin and moved in for a kiss. It's soft and slow, the intimacy of it all making her head feel light. Softly touching their lips, several closed-mouth consecutive light kisses. She reaches her hand up and tangles her fingers in his hair, at the nape of his neck, feeling the softness of his curls. He takes on the encouragement and brings his mouth down again, but this time he lodges her upper lip in between his and gives her a proper, albeit slow, kiss. She sighs into it and tightens her fingers around his neck, so he leans closer and deepens the kiss.

The sounds of clapping stopped them. Coming back in haze and her heart fluttery and happy, she realized, “Gray! I have to go.” “We better go my red sneak-a-roo.”

They rushed their way downstairs, Carmen holding his hand as she guided him backstage.

"There you two are!" the instructor, Countess Cleo, said angrily.

"We were just-" Graham started.

"I don't want to hear it. One of these days you two are gonna get caught. You two are just lucky enough that I'm going to keep my mouth shut."

She turned around and smiled at him as he smiled back at her.

She left to go to perform, the only thing he could watch was her and everything else was blocked out.

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missgwen · 2 years

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tutorial : how to summon a demon!

This sucks.

Those two words have been drifting around her mind for the last three hours since the blackout. Yes, the electricity really said “I’m out, I’ll return when I feel like it. Most likely when you’re asleep and have already experienced the seven stages of grief.”.

So yes, this sucks.

This typhoon is getting on her nerves. Afterall, it was the reason why she’s now lying spread-eagled on the cold leather couch, with nothing but the sound of the rain-fall and the dancing shadows—caused by the oil lamp—for entertainment. Oh, and the cat sitting next to her, looking as judgmental as usual.

Now, the atmosphere wasn’t scary, in-fact, she’s loving the vibe. The silence, the chilly air, the flame from the lamp bright and burning a pretty shade of orange casting a similar hue to the walls and ceiling. It was nice, very... Halloween-y.

With a sigh, she stood, migrating to the armchair near the lamp so she could curl up and gaze at the burning wick and try to summon a demon or two.

Just kidding, of course she wouldn’t do tha—

“—Come forth, Belial.” she blurted out, shocking even herself, clapping a hand over her mouth, eyes widened at the impulse decision. A stupid impulse decision. But hey, it’s not like she’s a demon whisperer, of course nothing will happen.

She relaxed, hands carding through her hair, looking around, not nervous. Not scared.

As her hand fell back down to what was supposed to be the leather of the armchair, something felt furry and warm, making her heart-beat accelerate. Her head snapped to the direction of the fur-source so fast that she was surprised her neck didn’t snap.

Only to see the cat.

Oh, that cat. She would wring its neck if it wasn’t socially unacceptable.

“I thought you were the demon I summoned,” she said, as if the cat could understand, “But you’re too cute to be a demon aren’t you?” She smiled, anger forgotten as she pet the annoyed looking feline.

“Yes, thanks, but I already knew that.”

“Oh you shouldn’t be too cocky—” she felt as if her heart jumped to her throat, hands knocked away by the now hissing cat who was looking at something behind her, or rather someone.

What. The. Heck.

As she turned around, she was met by a man with a lazy grin leaning against her window sill, his dark feathery hair ruffled fashionably with an I-just-woke-up-and-I-look-this-good style, staring at her with his eyes shining golden, filled with mischief.

Abruptly, she stood up, the cat now gone. Probably escaped to her parent’s room.

She was about to scream for help, but she found that she couldn’t, and she felt her body moving on its own, sitting back down.

“Calm down,” the man spoke, his voice sounding naturally playful, unnerving, like she’d do whatever he says, “You should have seen your face,” he snorted, his handsome face contorting with amusement.

“It was hilarious, really.”

She had to resist the urge to nod, to laugh with him. Definitely a silver-tongue, definitely not human.

“Who the hell are you?” She didn’t mean to sound so weak.

“Hm?” The man looked way too confused for someone who just showed up out of thin air.

“Who are you? What do you want?” She rambled, the situation sinking in, sending her in a panic.

This man showed up out of nowhere, now making himself comfortable on the armchair next to hers so casually as if he was supposed to be there.

“Whoa, calm down,” He said, his sinister grin returning.

“I know you called for my friend Belial, but he’s busy,” he crossed his legs, arms moving to lean against the backrest.

She felt like passing out.

“So he asked me to substitute. I’m Loki, God of Mischief, nice to meet you!”

#happy halloween #this was supposed to be in my school newspaper but it wasn’t greenlighted because of #pRofAniTy #and #UsE anD rEpreSenTaTiOn oF dEmoNIC enTitiES #fuck them #they shouldn’t have asked for a halloween story if they couldn’t handle demons right?#ugh i’m so mad #flash fiction

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iwritesometimes1 · 2 years

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Pokémon Fanfiction:

🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮

Chapter 1:

Without Her

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The sweet-smelling breeze of Pallet Town was hypnotizing. All of Hazel’s senses flew out the window as the warm, Spring breeze fluttered around her. It was an absolutely gorgeous day, and more importantly, Blue isn’t around. Don’t get Hazel wrong— she loves Blue, but being around him for hours on end every day can be taxing. His absence wasn’t totally positive though; he was off getting his partner Pokémon, while Hazel was stuck doing house work. The Spring breeze helped her feel better about the situation, though.

“Chin up, Hazel,” the voice of Daisy Oak, Hazel’s older cousin sighed while leaning against the doorframe, “Grandpa will give you a Pokémon someday.”

Hazel huffed, an annoyed smirk appearing on her lips, “I know that, Daisy. I’m just as old as Blue yet he doesn’t think I should have one. It’s annoying. I’ve been through more than Blue, I should get a Pokémon too.”

Daisy couldn’t help but ruffle Hazel’s hair in pity over her declaration, “Maybe he’s just waiting to find the perfect fit for your partner. He is keen about doing stuff like that.”

Hazel shrugged once again and picked up a hoe. She began scrapping at the loose dirt below in her impending garden, “Thanks, Daisy. I hope that’s the case.”

Daisy walked off. Hazel could sense the pity absolutely flowing out of her, which annoyed the young teen. That’s all adults ever do; pity her. Once someone learns about her past with Team Rocket’s evil methods, pity is all they can muster. It was such a familiar, numb feeling,

“Hazel!” the familiar voice of Blue echoed through the empty town of Pallet, “Gramps wants to chat with you!”

Hazel’s eyes widened as she saw Blue approaching; a Squirtle sitting comfortably in his arms. Red was following too, at a further distance of course. Blue not-so-secretly hated Red, but Hazel couldn’t understand why. He was a sweet kid; sometimes too quiet for his own good, but once you got him talking, he’d never shut up. Red had a Charmander confidently stomping behind him; the flame tail swooping in the air as it walked.

Hazel leapt up from the ground and brushed her knees clean of debris, “What’s up?”

“Just come on! Ask questions later!” Blue remarked while turning back around on his heel, “You’re really gonna want to hear what he wants to tell you!”

That’s all Hazel needed to know. Jumping down the stairs to the house, she swiftly joined the two boys on their jaunt back to Professor Oak’s Lab. As they walked, Hazel stroked Squirtle’s little head, “I always wanted a Squirtle. Such a sweet and reliable Pokémon!”

“I don’t know about sweet,” Blue commented while balancing his partner in his hand opposite to the side Hazel was on, “More like cool and powerful. Whenever it evolves to Blastoise, it’ll be unstoppable!”

The little Squirtle squeaks in response, obviously liking the praise from its trainer. Hazel rolled her eyes,

“I wish you didn’t only care about battling. Pokémon are beautiful creatures that deserve the same respect as you and I.”

“Sounds kinda weak to me,” Blue interjects as the Lab comes into sight, “I hope that mindset changes soon, or else you’ll never be a reliable rival for Red and I.”

Red just shrugged. Obviously he agreed with Hazel, but thought better than to share his opinion. Hazel didn’t blame him.

The group of three pushed through the Lab doors. A harsh burst of air conditioning cut through the humidity of outside, and immediately, Hazel’s sweat began to dissipate. Professor Oak was just ahead; typing on a small iPad while shifting looks at a Pidgeotto that was preening itself,

“Hey, Grandpa!” Hazel shouted excitedly while walking towards the older man. Of course, she stopped to give Pidgeotto a nice pat, “Blue and Red said you wanted to speak with me?”

The older man turned around; a smile overtaking his whole face, “Hazel my dear! Yes! I see Blue gave you the message!” The Professor moved some files and folders out of the way from his desk. A single Pokéball sat in the middle of the chaos, “I have decided, after a lot of thought and consideration, that you should be able to have a Pokémon just like your cousin.”

Hazel’s mouth grew dry. Was this really happening? Was Grandpa giving her a Pokémon just like he did with Red and Blue?

“Thank you!” she shouted excitedly, pulling the older man into a hug, “What are my options?”

The smile dropped from Professor Oak’s face. He laughed nervously, “Hazel, I meant to give you the message earlier. I was going to have you choose a Pokémon this morning with Red and Blue. They already took Squirtle and Charmander… so you’re left with——“

Hazel cuts him off, “I’m stuck with Bulbasaur?”

Professor Oak shrugged it off, “Bulbasaur is a wonderful choice. Such a sweet and easily trained Pokémon. It would be a phenomenal partner for you.”

Hazel sighed again. Sure, nothing is wrong with Bulbasaur… but it just sucked that she didn’t have a say in this choice. Blue and Red already solidified this decision without her knowing. She extended her hand outwards and grasped the ruby-red Pokéball,

“That’s okay!” she commented, “Bulbasaur will be my perfect partner!”

Professor Oak smiled and nodded, which resulted in Hazel tossing the Pokéball lightly into the air. A stream of white light emerged from the Pokéball. A small, green frog was standing in front of her; a smile on its little face,

“Hi, Bulbasaur!” Hazel smiled while crouching down to its height, “My name is Hazel— it’s so nice to meet you! I’m looking forward to being your partner, if you’ll let me of course!”

The small grass type took a step closer to Hazel, sniffed her hand, and nodded. The little creature playfully head butted her hand, and climbed into Hazel’s arms; solidifying their impending friendship,

“Nice choice, Hazel!” Blue commented, obviously proud. Blue doesn’t dish out compliments often, so this truly was good news, “Unfortunately though, as my rival, I am going to have to challenge you and Red both to a battle!”

#pokémon #pokémon trainer #pokémon red fanfic #pokémon fandom #pokémon fire red #pokémon fanfic #blue oak #red pokémon #squirtle #bulbasaur #charmander #professor oak #pokémon fanfiction #chapter 1

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im addicted to "date or die" help

(have some tea because I don't know how to ask for a next part without offering you something in return-)

♥️🍵♥️

Awww thank you!

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

CW: Poison, vomit

Supervillain caught Villain's hand as they snuck yet another pickle from between the thick, mayonnaise-smothered bread of their sandwich.

“Stop picking it apart and just eat it.”

“But I don't like these things," Villain complained, yanking free and dropping the pickle onto a growing pile of soggy vegetables in the corner of their tray. It was pretty hard to be scared of one of the country's most deadly when their death was already scheduled for that afternoon.

"At least eat the lettuce." Supervillain lifted the top bread, scooped up a few limp leaves, and slapped them back on top of the ham.

"Hey!" Villain tried to pry Supervillain's hand away, but the more they pulled, the harder the master criminal pressed the sandwich against the table. "You're crushing it!

Supervillan raised their brow. "Are you going to eat the lettuce?"

"Yes!"

Supervillain relinquished their grip, and Villain seized their meal in both hands. Once it was secured, they shot the other villain a sideways glance.

"No..."

Villain swiped the lettuce out with the corner of the top bread slice then took out half the sandwich in one massive bite.

"You little--" Supervillain stopped, apparently noticing Friend's idle gaze on them, and plopped their hand on Villain's head instead. Their fingers dragged soft through their hair in a very good imitation of fond exasperation. "You're insufferable."

Why do you care if I eat my vegetables when I'm going to die today?

That's what Villain wanted to say, but there were some things even a dead person didn’t dare say to Supervillain, so they just leaned their full cheek against the inside of Supervillain’s arm and faked a cheeky smile. They were getting pretty good at this pretend dating stuff. Too bad it hadn’t amounted to much.

Friend and their spouse sat on the bench across from them, tanned and freshly returned from their honeymoon. Villain had been racking their brain for days for another life-saving plan, but here they were on their date with absolutely nothing. Supervillain would kill them as soon as they got home. Villain could have laughed at themself. Home? That house was a prison. And yet it’d never brought them fear or discomfort. Maybe that made it worse.

They knew things now. Things that no victim should know about their executioner. They knew that supervillain sang in the shower every morning. They knew that they didn't drink coffee. or any hot drink for that matter, but were partial to lukewarm water. They knew they were a health nut but still snuck seconds on dessert. They knew it took them either three hours on the punching bag or two episodes of Cake Boss to get to sleep when they were stressed and that they rubbed their feet together when sleepy. Most importantly, they knew they were a person, a fact that had successfully slipped under the radar in the three years Villain worked for them. Because of that they finally understood why the criminal killed so many of their own people. Fear. Fear that one day someone would pick up too many secrets, too many pieces of their kingdom, and overthrow them. And Villain wasn't sure that was something they could talk them out of.

"Looks like you two are closer than ever," Friend said, teeth gritting with their smile.

Geez, this dude had issues. It was satisfying at first, but couldn't they just let it go? They were married for goodness sakes. They couldn't be possessive of Supervillain forever.

"What can I say?" Supervillain shrugged. "They're a sweetheart."

"Not exactly your usual type," Friend said.

"Ah, the type that lets me decide what they eat on their sandwiches?" They ruffled Villain's hair a little and pecked their forehead. "Don't worry, I'm very much past that."

Friend followed each movement like a knife lined up for the throw and offered another smile, this one even more like a grimace than the last one. "No, I meant your real type. You know, other supervillains, super powerhouses, people like that."

Villain forced smooth the confused lines scrunching their face, however, the disbelief remained. For as much history as they shared, how did Friend not realize that the type they described was exactly what intimidated Supervillain? That it was the reason they treated partners like dolls in the first place? Friend was an exception because of their longstanding relationship as crime partners in the past, and they were obviously trying to remind Supervillain of that connection, but were they seriously that stupid?

"I'm not sure what you mean," Supervillain said, tilting their head innocently. "I've always preferred people like Villain."

Friend's nails tore through their sandwich wrappings as they curled into fists. "I see."

Villain applauded silently. As their situation was, they wouldn't exactly say they were on Supervilllain's side, but they felt even less sympathetic for Friend. Not with their manipulative behavior. At least Supervillain was honest...or as honest as you could be while fake dating your ex-employee and now-hostage.

"Hon," Friend's Spouse said, pulling on their arm. "Let's take a walk, hm?" They turned to Supervillain and Villain as they slid out of the booth. "Want us to refill your drinks while we're up?"

"Sure," Supervillain said without hesitation, obviously still preening from their masterful comeback. They shoved both their cups at the couple before Villain had time to make the appropriate light protest. Luckily, Friend's Spouse didn't seem bothered by the breach in social etiquette, and taking a cup in each hand, they looped arms with Friend and made their way to the soda dispenser on the other side of the restaurant.

Supervillain dropped their hand from Villlain's head to the back of their seat, a low chuckle rising in their throat.

"Maybe you should cut it back a little," Villain said.

"What are you talking about?"

"Next time you see them you'll have 'broken up with me.' Don't push it too far. Unless you've changed your mind about killing me today?"

"I absolutely have not," Supervillain said, folding their arms. "But I am feeling somewhat merciful after today's performance, so we can push it back to this evening."

"How magnanimous."

"Don't get mouthy."

Villain shivered a little under their glare. Wow, they really were getting too brave. Maybe this fake dating situation had gotten to their head.

"Don't you think your friend is being strange?" They partly said it in hopes of taking Supervillain's attention off them, but they were also truly unsettled.

"They're always strange," Supervillain said, but a sudden grin curved up their jaw. "Oh, do you mean how completely and utterly humiliated they've been today?"

"You have a strange way of showing your affection."

Supervillain scoffed. "As if they didn't start it."

"But no," Villain continued. "It's more than that. They're giving me some really dangerous vibes."

"They're a supervillain, what do you expect?"

Villain spotted the couple circling back around, and it really was none of their concern anyway, so they simply nodded. "I guess your right."

"Here you are," Friend's Spouse announced cheerily, setting the tall paper cups down in front of them. "Oh!" They switched the drinks' places. "Actually, this one is yours, Villain."

That strange feeling was back again.

"I'm sorry," Villain replied just as bright. "I'm actually not very thirsty. I shouldn't have had you refill it."

"It's no problem." The beautiful civilian waved away their apology with a neatly manicured hand. "We were over there anyway. So don't drink it if you don't feel up to it."

Maybe Villain was overreacting after all. And what did they even care if they were right? Were they really that desperate to live an extra few hours? Maybe it had less to do with the when and more to do with the who. They'd made this deal with Supervillain. If anyone was going to kill them, they should be the one to do it.

Supervillain apparently had none of the same qualms and downed their own drink in a few gulps. "Thanks for the lunch, you two, but we should get going, now. We have evening plans to get ready for."

Oh boy, did they have evening plans.

"Of course," Friend said. They gave Supervillain a hardy embrace as they stood up and clapped Villain's shoulder in a much friendlier manner than they'd been demonstrating earlier. Their spouse's hug was more believable. If anything really had been done to their drink, Friend had probably put them up to it.

"Let's get together again soon," Supervillain threw out before wrapping their arm around Villain's shoulders and leading them back to the car.

As they slid into the driver's seat, a sudden assault of short violent coughs made them double in their seat.

"Alright?" Villain asked automatically.

Supervillain cleared their throat. "Just a tickle."

By the time they got back to Supervillain's house, that tickle had turned into a cold sweat and shallow breathing. Villain stood behind Supervillain with their hands outstretched in case the criminal suddenly toppled backward.

Supervillain's suddenly clapped their hands over their mouth and ran stumbling to the bathroom, knocking their shoulder on the door frame on the way. Villain raced after them and, since the door wasn't closed, peeked inside. The master criminal braced themself over the toilet, long, dark hair curtaining their face as they proceeded to lose their entire lunch.

"Is it food poisoning?" Villain asked optimistically when there was a pause.

"It's some sort of poisoning," Supervillain coughed bitterly.

They surged up from the floor to grab the glass on the edge of the counter, dumping their toothbrush into the sink before spewing the next round of vomit inside. They sank back to their knees, fumbling their phone out of their pocket and struggling to put in the security code. They heaved again before they got any further.

"I need you to do something for me," they gasped into the toilet bowl, a shiver running down their spine. "Go to my contacts and search up Healer. Send a text telling them I need them to make a toxicology report on a sample of mine."

Villain debated for several seconds whether they should actually do as Supervillain said or if they should simply hide the phone away and wait for nature to take its course. Supervillain's pitifulness got the better of them.

The rumor of Supervillain's relationship had already been spread to most of their network, so when Healer showed up at the door, the look they gave Villain and the cup of vomit in their hand was slightly less condescending than it might have been previously.

"You know this is typically done with blood," Healer said as they stepped into the bathroom.

"Don't get...get cute with me. You get what you get." Supervillain smacked their lips several times to speak and the eyes squinted through their hair showed more iris than pupil.

Healer brushed the hair to the side, wrinkling their nose at the bile caught in the ends. "How's your vision."

"Blurry." Supervillain looked like they wanted to lean over the toilet again, but they forced themself to stay upright and meet Healer's eyes. Villain had nearly forgotten about their pride. Perhaps they only showed their weakness to Villain because they knew it didn't matter.

"Your symptoms look like a reaction to belladonna, but I'm going to take this back with me to be sure." They raised the cup in the air with thinly veiled disgust. "I'll be back as soon as I can."

"I'm immune to belladonna," Supervillain said.

Healer raised their brow.

"Or in the process," Supervillain amended. "I'm past the life-threatening stage."

"I'm still going to act quickly. Keep throwing up."

"You don't have to tell me." As soon as Healer was out of the room they dove back down.

Villain knelt helplessly behind them and stared at the plush shower rug. Looked like they lived another day, though it wasn't how they expected it to happen. Several scenarios ran through their head. The first: to make a run for it, though, as they'd already established, they weren't confident in their ability to evade Supervillain once they recovered. The second: kill Supervillain first while they were in this weakened state. That is, become Supervillain's worst fear.

Villain rolled it over in their mind for a few seconds but eventually came to the same result as earlier. There was something too sickening about that thought, especially with the usually robust Supervillain drained to a husk of themself on the floor. Villain had just never been the type of killer to target the defenseless or cause unnecessary pain. So be it. They'd continue on their current path.

Villain pulled Supervillain’s hair back into a thick bundle and rubbed soft circles between their shoulder blades. Surpisingly, Supervillain didn't fight it, instead dissolving into a shivering mess. Each time they heaved, Villain patted their back and murmured meaningless comforts into their ear.

“Can you lean over the tub?” Villain asked when the finally seemed dry.

“I still feel like I’m going to throw up,” Supervillain moaned. Cold sweat glistened on the nape of their neck and trickled beneath their shirt collar.

“It’s ok if you do, there’s a drain,” Villain said, wrapping their arm around their shoulder and guiding them over. Supervillain's head flopped forward and they gripped the tub edge so hard their knuckles went white.

Villain lifted their hand off their back just long enough to pull down the showerhead and temper the water, then they were back at Supervillain's side, spraying all the crusted vomit from their hair. They dragged their fingers gently from scalp to ends, then faced the showerhead away to lather in a generous amount of shampoo. Once the hair was rinsed once again, they twisted it all up in a towel and helped Supervillain to their feet.

The supervillain leaned heavily on them all the way to their bedroom where Villain laid them on their side atop the covers. As soon as they were settled, Villain made a run to the bathroom for a brush and a second towel and then to the kitchen for a bowl in case the criminal threw up again. When they returned, Supervillain was curled up in a fetal position with their eyes scrunched shut.

“Let’s dry your hair, hm?” Villain said, settling down beside them. They unwrapped the soaked towel and began rubbing the dry one up and down the criminal’s damp locks. As the long hair fluffed, Villain pulled Supervillains head into their lap and began brushing their long hair to the middle of their back.

“There you go," they said after a few minutes, nodding at the clean, shiny hair proudly. They went to get up, but Supervillain caught weakly to their wrist.

“Don’t stop,” they ordered, though it came out more like a plea.

Villain blinked. “Oh. Ok.”

They resumed the brushing and Supervillain closed their eyes. Villain's arm fell into a silent rhythm with the passing seconds, to the point where they weren't aware of the sky darkening outside. They weren't sure how long they sat there, but it was Supervillain who finally broke the quiet.

“You're only doing this because you don’t want me to kill you."

“That's true," Villain said. "But I also don’t think it’s right to let anybody suffer.”

“What kind of a villain are you?”

“Being a villain doesn’t make me a monster. Isn't that how it goes for most of us? We'd all be heroes if it weren't for just a few rebellious quirks?"

Goosebumps ran up Supervillain's arms and the back of their neck, so Villain took the bottom corner of the bed covers and folded them over Supervillain's middle.

"Anyway, it's not all selflessness. I also get the awful feeling that something terrible might happen to me if you’re out of the way.”

"Like what?"

Villain paused. They couldn't exactly say. It was the same pit of anxiety that hit them when Supervillain had asked to meet with them three weeks ago. Probably not so much a superpower as it was an instinct. A deep, foreboding dread that chewed mildly at their insides.

"Who do you think poisoned you?" they asked instead.

"Friend's Spouse. They were the one who refilled our drinks and they were very particular about which one I got."

Villain hadn't thought about it that way before, that the civilian hadn't switched drinks to harm them but to spare them. "That makes sense actually seeing how jealous Friend has been acting lately. Maybe they wanted you out of the way so there was nobody to compete with anymore."

And to think they thought Friend's Spouse might be nice.

"What a hack job if it turns out to be belladonna." Supervillain's stomach gurgled and they curled in on themself for a moment. "Won't they be shocked when I show up for our next double date."

"Wait 'our' as in me and you?"

"Hm."

"Aren't you killing me tonight? Or, er, once you feel up to it?"

"Not after this," Supervillain said. "It's war, now. How do you feel about pushing your death off a little further?"

A weight Villain hadn't known they were carrying lifted off their shoulders. They had to hold back the relief in their voice. "Sounds fine to me."

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Supervillain watched Villain's softly rising chest. They'd nodded off a few minutes ago and now half their body was sprawled out across the bed while the other half dangled over the edge. They were likely to fall off in that position.

Supervillain gingerly scooted a couple feet toward the other end then wrapped both arms around the smaller criminal's middle and dragged them fully onto the mattress. The small exertion left them panting and awkwardly draped around Villain.

A knock followed by the creak of the front door announced Healer's arrival. No one knew the real status of their relationship, so they didn't bother removing themself before Healer entered the room.

To their professional credit, the doctor blanched for only a moment.

"Belladonna," they confirmed. Supervillain was oddly relieved when they didn't ask them to lift their arm from around Villain's waist as they injected the antidote into their shoulder.

Supervillain winced, and Villain groaned a little in their sleep as they gripped them tighter. "I hate needles. I hate them."

"I know," Healer said, "but you'll be feeling better in no time, if not a touch sleepy."

'Touch' was an understatement. Supervillain felt like their brain had been overlaid with fog. They tried not to show it though. They wanted this person out of their house first.

"Thanks, doc. Really appreciate the assist. Now...could you..."

They flicked their eyes toward the door.

"Of course," Healer said, still all professionalism. "I'll stop by again tomorrow."

Supervillain listened for the front door to open and close before tiredly plopping their chin on Villain's shoulder.

"I don't think I can kill you," they whispered. It wasn't something they'd fully allowed to develop in their head, let alone say out loud, but there it was. "I'm much too fond of you being alive."

They spread their mouth into a wide yawn. Their limbs suddenly felt too heavy to move, so against better judgment they snuggled in closer.

"You don't act scared but I know that you are. Do you think you could...ever not be? Or maybe...forgive me?"

Folds of thick darkness swept over them slow and sudden, dragging them down down down into a vast dreamless sleep. No time, no thoughts, no end. Until the light pierced their eyes. Not the familiar glow of the sun through the blinds, something paler, harsh. The ceiling lights? But why were those on? More poignant than that was the emptiness of their arms. It took several moments to remember why that was important, but when it finally hit, it hit hard.

Maybe Villain had gone back to their own bed. Supervillain wouldn't blame them.

The creak of the bedroom door sent their heart jumping, and they had to practically pry their eyelids open. They struggled to blink away the combined blur of sleep and tears, but the picture slowly came into focus.

"Good morning," Friend grinned into their face.

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jamesbuchananxsteviegrant · 3 years

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I Pick the TV Show, Rogers Shuts His Cake-Hole | Bucky x Steve x Reader (Angst, Fluff)

Category: Angst, Fluff (Suggested) Age: 14+ Trigger Warnings: none, other than the standard explicit language Ship: Bucky x Steve x Reader Summary: Steve Snaps At Reader When He’s Stressed, Resulting In Her Being Very Upset Request: "can u write where steve/bucky is overwhelmed with something and when reader asks to help or is telling them to relax they snap at reader and reader is hurt which makes them feel really bad afterwards. thank you sm. i love ur writings. and this is anon right? is it alright if u dont post my response if its not anon? im sorry. thank you so much. ur blog always pictures great stucky imagines. 💗💗💗" Contains Spoilers for: N/A Word Count: 2,488

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A given, the super-soldier had been on nonstop missions for the last month or so, but she thought she was helping him feel better, not making him feel worse.

“Would you like anything to eat, Stevie? You’ve barely moved all day.” (Y/N)’s voice is small. Quiet.

She’s leaning through the door of his study where he’s sat putting together his mission reports from the last three or four missions he’s been out on.

He shakes his head but doesn’t even turn to look at her.

Sighing, the woman walks further into the room where her boyfriend is slouched over the desk.

“You gotta take a break, Stevie.” She whispers, resting her hands on his shoulders.

She notices the way they tense up, but he still remains silent.

His fingers continue to write up his report on the laptop.

“I’m worried about you, Stevie; talk to me.”

“I’m busy, (Y/N).”

“I know you are, baby, but you’ve gotta look after yourself too.” She attempts, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. He pulls away.

The woman furrows her brows.

“Steve, please, you’ve got to-”

“(Y/N), just stop!”

The shout is sudden and it makes her flinch back away from the man as he turns to face her.

“I’m fine, alright?! I don’t need you babying me all the time!”

She doesn’t respond for a second, surprised at her lover’s outburst.

He says nothing more, simply turns back to the laptop and continues typing away.

“Steve, look how stressed you are. Can you please just-”

“STOP! Okay?! Just stop! Leave me the fuck alone while I finish these neverending mission reports. For once in your life can you just understand that not everything is about you?!”

(Y/N) swears that being shot in the heart wouldn’t hurt half as much as the words that just came out of the man’s mouth.

Her mouth opens and closes as if searching for the right words to say, but that hurt.

Is she really that bad? Is that the truth behind all of this? That she’s clingy? Thinks everything is about her? That was never her intention. (Y/N) is well aware of how important being an Avenger is. Hell, she is an Avenger, for Christ’s sakes.

She says nothing more and leaves the room.

She can’t even decide if she feels sad. No. She’s not sad, she’s not angry, she’s not… anything.

Numb.

Naturally, her feet lead her to their room. Steve’s room. They all basically share the super soldier’s abode since they all got together, but right now she doesn’t dare open the door.

Doing a full one-eighty spin, (Y/N) takes herself back to a place she barely touches anymore. Her room.

It’s pretty empty. Most of her clothes are in Steve’s room, in her own walk-in wardrobe. Her bed is perfectly made from the last time she slept in here - maybe a year ago?

The woman walks around her bed and straight onto her bedroom balcony, overlooking the lake at the back of the compound, and stays there. For three-hours. Until Bucky comes looking for her.

He came home from his mission about thirty-minutes ago only to find their shared room of Steve’s empty. He searched just about everywhere, completely clueless.

“FRIDAY, where’s (Y/N) and Steve?” He finally gives in.

“Captain Rogers is in study five, and Agent (L/N) is in her private quarters.”

Now that makes the brunet furrow his brows.

Why would (Y/N) be in her room and not his or Steve’s?

He prioritises finding (Y/N) first, knowing Steve will be writing up mission reports, no doubt.

Despite them being together for over six-years now, he hesitates when reaching for the handle of her bedroom door. Instead, the man opts to knock.

No answer.

“(Y/N)?” Nothing. “Doll, it’s me; can I come in?” Nothing.

Bucky tries the door handle and finds it unlocked, yet still hesitates.

“Baby?” He calls out. Again, nothing.

He’s cautious now. Scared.

Her room looks as untouched as the last time he saw it, which was a few months back when she was after one of her plushies.

“(Y/N)?”

It’s when he feels the chill of the midnight winds ruffle his hair that he realises her balcony doors aren’t fully closed.

Striding straight over, his eyes widen at the sight of his girlfriend curled up in the corner of the outdoor area, crying.

“(Y/N), baby, hey, what’s wrong?!”

Bucky immediately drops to his knees in front of the woman, reaching for her hands and gently tugging them away from her tear-stained face.

“(Y/N), doll, look at me.” His voice is gentle. Soothing.

She does almost instantly but her sadness stays.

“What happened, baby? Are you hurt?”

The fear and sincerity in his voice is enough to prompt the woman to shake her head. Yes, she’s hurting emotionally, but he needs confirmation that she’s not dying.

The woman immediately sees the relief take over his features, but he’s still concerned.

“What’s wrong, doll?”

Her eyes stray away from his, not wanting to tell him what’s got her so upset.

“Hey, no, look at me, baby,” He whispers, hand lightly grasping at her chin to raise her face back up to his. “What’s got you so worked up, (Y/N)?”

Another shake of her head as she tries to escape her lover’s hold.

“Baby, please, you’re scaring me.”

Her face contorts into something close to heartbreak as she wants nothing more than to reassure the man in front of her.

“It’s okay, Buck.”

“It’s not okay! Doll, I haven’t seen you cry since Stevie nearly died on that mission in Ohio like two-years-ago! Talk to me.”

She takes a deep breath and wipes her face of the shedding tears.

“Do you want me to get Stevie?”

The question is innocent and makes sense, but her eyes widen and she shakes her head desperately.

“No! No, please, no.”

That truly makes the super soldier concerned.

“Doll, please can you tell me what’s happened?”

Never in the last eight-years that Bucky and (Y/N) have known each other has she been so reluctant to see Steve.

Another sob escapes her and it’s breaking his heart.

“Baby, please.”

“Steve got mad at me, alright?!” She manages an attempted shout. “I just wanted him to look after himself.”

“What happened? What did Steve do?”

He’s concerned. Massively.

“I was trying to get him to eat; he hasn’t eaten properly in so long. He’s so overworked and he’s hung up on all these mission reports. He told me that not everything was about me - shouted at me; told me to stop.” She’s whimpering and sniffling again now. “Please get him to eat something, James.”

That last sentence is the one that crushes him. She’s upset, yeah, but above all that, she’s still worried about the blond super soldier.

“Come on, baby, let’s go to our room and get into bed, yeah? I’ll go and speak to Stevie.”

Her eyes meet his and she looks scared, but the ocean blue gaze that he returns makes her bound to his every command.

The woman nods.

“Okay.”

“That’s my girl.”

With the help of the Winter Soldier, (Y/N) manages to stand up, letting him lead her out of her private room and into their shared one of Steve’s.

“Here, let’s get you into your PJs, yeah?”

He doesn’t leave room for negotiation as he helps his girlfriend strip out of her casual dress and into one of his oversized t-shirts.

“You get snuggled up in bed, doll. I’m going to go and get Stevie, okay?”

He hates how she looks nervous at the mention of their other lover’s name.

“He loves you more than words can describe, baby girl, I promise you. He shouldn’t have lashed out at you, I’m gonna talk to him, okay?”

A hesitant nod and forced smile is enough for now.

“I’ll be back shortly, I promise.” He leans over and gives the woman a kiss on the lips, leaving her with one of her favourite shows playing on the TV.

“Bucky,” Her choked up voice calls out just before he leaves.

The man turns from his place in the doorway.

“I love you.”

The smile that takes over his expression is contagious.

“I love you too, baby girl. More than anything.”

Despite his reassurance to the woman, he’s pretty damn pissed for a number of reasons about Steve losing his cool with their girl. Reason number one being, how dare he? Reason number two being, he knows better than to overwork, yet here we are.

Bucky doesn’t even knock once he approaches the glass doors of the study where Steve is sat typing away on the laptop.

The blond doesn’t even glance up to see who entered. He barely heard the door open which enrages Bucky further.

The brunet slams the lid of the laptop shut without saying a word, prompting Steve’s head to shoot up, glaring daggers at whoever has interrupted him.

“What the fuck, James?!”

That makes Bucky really get annoyed.

“Are you serious right now, Rogers?”

“I’m in the middle of about seven different mission reports, Buck, I’ve gotta finish them.” The man sighs, going to open the lid of the PC once more, only for Bucky to hold it down. “James, seriously,”

“No. What you need to do is explain to me why our girlfriend has been crying for the last God-knows how many hours?”

That makes Steve snap back to reality.

“What? (Y/N) has been crying? Is she okay?”

Bucky literally rolls his eyes at that.

“Are you fucking serious, Steve?” He repeats, Steve looking confused, expression contorting as he realises that his boyfriend is seriously angry at him.

“Bucky, what’s wrong? What’s happened?”

The Winter Soldier’s head lolls back as he groans in frustration.

“You seriously have no idea?” He asks, rhetorically, watching Steve look almost scared. “Do you often shout at your girlfriend and forget it happened?”

Cap’s eyes widen at that, and he visibly gulps.

“What?”

“She came in here to make sure you were looking after yourself, which you weren’t, by the way, and you tell her that not everything is about her?! Are you fucking stupid, Steve?!”

He remembers it all too well in that moment, turning his head down to avoid the frustrated glare of his male lover.

“No. No, you don’t get to look away from me. Look at me.” Bucky demands, watching the blond super soldier reluctantly do so. “I come home from my own exhausting mission, search for (Y/N) for thirty-minutes, and find her crying her God-damn heart out on the balcony of HER room; not our room, Steve, no. Her room.”

Steve’s heart shatters and his eyes widen once more.

(Y/N) hates staying in her room. She’d always be in his or Bucky’s without a doubt.

“I- Buck-”

Bucky shakes his head and stands back upright as Steve is lost for words.

“I’m not mad at you, Steve. I get it, you know? You’ve been overworking for the last month, I know you’re stressed, but fuck, baby, you can’t hurt her like that. Do you know how much my heart fucking shattered when I saw her curled up in the corner of her own God-damn balcony?! It tore me apart. She hasn’t cried since you nearly fuckin-” Bucky chokes on his own word as he walks away from his lover.

“I’m sorry! Buck, I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have let Fury send me on that many missions, I- I should’ve said no. I’m sorry.” Steve attempts, standing up and following the brunet, turning him around to face him once more.

“It’s not me you need to be apologising to, Stevie.”

Captain America nods and leans up to press a kiss to the man’s lips.

“I’m sorry, James.”

Bucky takes a deep breath and forces a smile.

“I forgive you. Of course I forgive you, I know you didn’t mean it, but I swear to God, if you hurt her again…”

Steve is already shaking his head.

“I wouldn’t dream of either of you getting hurt. Where is she?”

“Our room.”

He nods and begins heading toward the woman to which he owes more than he can give.

The door is half ajar when Steve gets there, he slowly opens it to reveal his girlfriend in all her glory, curled up under their Captain America themed duvet - which Sam bought the trio as a joke last Christmas. Her face is clear-as-day red from her earlier upset, and it breaks his heart.

The man knocks gently on the day as if not to startle the poor girl.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He offers a solemn smile when she turns to see who’s there.

He hates the way he can see her hesitation to speak to him as opposed to her usual squeal of his name, arms opening wide to welcome him into her cuddle-fest.

“Hi.” She manages, forcing her own smile.

There’s silence floating between them, the only sound being Jensen Ackles, in his role of Dean Winchester, talking a load of nonsense about pie on the TV that’s streaming Supernatural.

“Baby, I’m so sorry.” Steve manages, taking a step toward the bed. “Nothing can excuse the way I yelled at you, and I’m so sorry for that, but, sweetheart, trust me when I say I didn’t mean it. I was so stupidly stressed, and I should never have let it get to that point.”

She nods, truly believing his words, but it still hurt.

The blond sits down on the edge of the bed, not daring to cuddle his girlfriend until she’s comfortable.

“I love you so much, (Y/N) (L/N).”

A bigger smile taints her lips at that.

“I love you too, Steven.” Her voice is barely a whisper but he hears it clear as day.

“Can I hold you?”

(Y/N) smiles and shakes her head as if he was being silly.

“You never need to ask permission for that, Stevie. No matter what.”

With another sad smile, he pulls the woman into his arms and holds her tighter than ever before.

“I’m so sorry, my love.”

“I forgive you, but no more missions for a while.” She whispers.

“Yes, boss.”

Bucky’s leaning against the doorframe, watching the interaction. He took a detour to Tony’s office and made sure to give the billionaire a piece of his mind about making sure Fury didn’t have Steve on any missions for a long time.

“Is this the last episode?” The brunet speaks up, stripping himself of his clothes as he enters their room properly.

“Yeah.” (Y/N) nods.

“I still think we should watch Vampire Diaries instead.” Steve chuckles, mirroring Bucky’s actions.

“I pick the TV show, Rogers shuts his cake-hole.” (Y/N) teases, mocking a line from Supernatural and snuggling herself in the middle of the bed, sandwiched between the two super soldiers - where she belongs. “I love you both.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

“Love you always, doll.”

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He makes you insecure

Pairing: Yeonjun x fem reader

Genre: angst to fluff | hurt/ comfort

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I excitedly run out and embrace Yeonjun in a tight hug, holding him like it was the last time I’d ever see him. I hadn’t seen him in a week since he had to do his physics project and he had said he was having an even bigger headache because his group mates wouldn’t corporate much so he had to do almost everything himself, I had texted him earlier asking if he wanted to go to a carnival since it was his day off today, he agreed after a long while of hesitation.

“Woah clam down”, he chuckles and I scoff, “calm down? I missed you so much!”, I embrace him even more tightly if that was even possible.

“I missed you too”, he says as he wraps his arms around me, resting his chin on top of my head.

Listening to our playlist, we head to the carnival that had recently arrived in town. I did want to go when it first came (three days ago) but I also wanted to go with Yeonjun so I declined when my parents, friends and cousins asked during the past three days.

I wanted to make it special so I only wanted to go with Yeonjun. Being more than excited to strike the ‘go to a carnival with him’ off my ‘things I want to do with Yeonjun’ list on my journal, I didn’t even try to hide my excitement.

“Babe, give me a kiss quick”, he says when we stop at a red light, “before it turns green”

His eyes are still on the road but his lips form a pout, turning slightly my way.

I quickly grab his face and land a quick peck right before the light turns green. “Do you have to do that everytime?” I chuckle

“It’s my energy boost”, he exclaims

When we arrive, I squeal in excitement as I see the huge Ferris wheel and hear merry songs playing in the background. “What do you want to ride first?” He asks and without a second of delay I answer, “merry go round and then the pirate ship and then we can go to the other ones but we’ll go on the Ferris wheel at the end of the day.”

“Why Ferris wheel at the end though?” He asks and I smile, “because then it’ll be sunset and I wanna see my gorgeous boyfriend at the top of the Ferris wheel where the sunset will fall right on him and I’d kiss him because he belongs to me and nobody else”

He chuckles before ruffling my hair, “god you’re so cute, whose girlfriend are you?”

“Yours”, I say

We go to buy our headbands from the gift shop first. Yeonjun puts on a black cat ear headband so I pick the white cat ear one and we take some pictures by a mirror at the shop before making our way to the rides.

When I catch sight of a snack shop, I hold Yeonjun’s hand. Stopping him. “Babe I’m gonna get some ice cream, can you go buy the tickets and wait in line?”

He nods, sending me off with a small peck.

“One vanilla with Oreos and one strawberry with a chocolate pockey stick”, I order and the waiter nods, turning around to prepare my said ice cream flavors.

“Hey you’re y/n right”, the girl standing next to me asks. “Uh yes…do I- do I know you?” I ask

She chuckles, “oh sorry, I’m Haerin, Yeonjun’s ex girlfriend”

I blink, since when was it okay for someone to approach their ex’s current partner like this?

“I see, I’m-“

“Yeonjun’s girlfriend”, she grins, “I know, I saw you on his lock screen”

The new year picture that Soobin took of us at their dorm when we were having a little party by ourselves.

“I see”, I say, “I wanted to thank you for being understanding and all”, she suddenly says and I frown

“What?”

She‘s surprised (or pretending to be), “Yeonjun didn’t tell you? Well he’s been at the hospital the past few days taking care of me because I had to go for a surgery”

Oh-

I am hurt, of course I’d be hurt. I put my trust in him thinking he’d been working and threw my feelings away when I had missed him up to a point where I’d end up looking at his picture for hours. But all those feelings are only for me to keep. Not for display, not for her, not for the person at the counter and not Yeonjun, not anymore.

I get my ice cream from the man and pay him, turning to Haerin (if I’m not wrong) I give her a small smile. Which obviously shocked her, “no worries”, I say, “I hope you’re fine now and I love your hair”, with that I turn away and walk towards the exit

When I notice my phone vibrating, I didn’t have to look at it to know that it was Yeonjun and if anybody thought I was forgiving him easily. They were completely wrong.

“Y/n”, I hear Yeonjun shouting from a distance but I don’t stop, Yeonjun catches up to me fast and he’s holding my wrist in no time, “hey where are you going?” He asks, breathless

I look at him, “to go around playing with rainbow dash, where does it look like I’m going Yeonjun?”

He doesn’t laugh at my sarcasm when he notices my visible anger, “did I- did I do anything?” He asks moistening his lips

I pretend to think, “hmm not anything that I know off, I’m just storming off for no reason.”

I stare at his face for a long minute before walking away with a stoic face. He catches up again, “did Haerin tell you?” He asks

“The girl you took care of at the hospital? Oh yeah she dropped to say thanks, you know? For being understanding and all” I state as I keep walking, “thanks for making me seem like a nice person by the way.”

“Y/n”, he holds my arm again, stopping me from taking another step, “she was very sick, what was I supposed to do? Just ignore her?”

I scoff, “very sick? Is that what she was? I’m ashamed I mistook it for jealousy.”

“This is why I didn’t tell you”, he sighs, “I knew you’d start acting this way”

I don’t say anything

“You know y/n, if you could stop thinking that the world revolves around you then maybe you’d be a little more sympathetic. My ex or not she’s still a human being and she only called me because I was one of the few people that knew about her sickness”, he continues

I still don’t say anything. Wanting to keep Yeonjun from drifting away from me was apparently selfish, according to him. He had chosen his ex over me and right now as he’s talking. It’s obvious that he’s taking his ex’s side and instead of reassuring me that they have nothing anymore, that he had kept his boundaries and had taken care of her, he’s frustrated by me for being hurt that he didn’t at least inform me. The lump in my throat felt like a rock stuck to the back of my throat, I swallow hard but it still doesn’t go down.

“I don’t know how I’ll be able to put up with this if you keep doing shit like this every now and then”, he massages his temple in pure frustration. Deep within my chest, I feel this retching pain. Like something was eating me from the inside out, like something with needles for legs were trampling all over my heart.

“You done?” I ask and he looks at me, “go take care of her then, it’s not my concern anymore.Bye.”

As soon as I turn around a tear slips my eye, ignoring everything going in the background I focus on my breathing and quickly make my way. Anywhere, as long as I’m alone.

A heavy week passed by and I haven’t been projecting much sadness for people to see.

I don’t miss school, of course I wasn’t ruining my future just because some dirtbag had broken my heart. I have been going to school and unfortunately Yeonjun has been too. He avoided me and so did I, we don’t meet eyes in the hallways like we used to and we don’t eat our lunch together watching our friends cringe at our pda like we used to. As much as I’d hate to admit, I do miss him and I want him to come back into my arms but watching him take care of Haerin like some lovesick fool made me think twice.

After school I have to stay back to clean the classroom along with a few other students, “y/n what’s up with you and Yeonjun?” Hyunsuk asks

“What’s up with you and your height?” I ask and he purses his lips, “touché”

He walks over to me and whispers, “hey”, I gesture a ‘what?’ With my head and he takes out an elastic band from his pocket, “watch this”, he takes a tiny ball of paper, places it on the band and stretches it before releasing it towards Junkyu’s direction.

Sadly for junkyu he was bending down while scooping the dusts with his ass as a perfect target. When the paper hits his ass, he yelps, throwing the broom out of the window in the process.

“Oh shit”, he runs to the window and looks down, “I’m so sorry”, he says bowing multiple times to whoever he threw the broom on

I bang on the table as I laugh my eyes out, Hyunsuk is on the floor, laughing like there was no tomorrow.

“I’m gonna kill you”, junkyu chases after Hyunsuk and they’re out of the classroom. Running down the hallways.

I stay behind catching my breath, it was good to finally laugh and enjoy myself. I don’t know what made me think that whatever happened with Yeonjun had to keep me from enjoying myself.

When I turn around, my breath hitches. Yeonjun is at the door staring at me, his eyes displaying a soft and tender gaze.

I clear my throat before picking my bag and making my way to the other exit, Yeonjun quickly dashes to the other door. Keeping me from walking any further.

“Y/n”, he starts and I stare at a window down the hallway like it was the blockbuster movie of the year.

“Won’t you look at me?” He asks and I still don’t respond, “I put my hair down today, you said you could stare at me for hours if I put my hair down”, he says teasingly and I do everything in my power to not look up and ruffle his soft fluffy hair.

“Come on~” he whines, jumping a little and I could clearly make out the pout on his lips from the way he was speaking.

I look at him, “where’s your girlfriend? You might wanna go take care of her, she’s very sick Yeonjun.”

“She’s right infront of me and I will take care of her even though she’s my very healthy baby”, he gleams. Oh god I could die.

“I’m trying to not think the world revolves around me Yeonjun, leave me alone”, I try to walk away but he puts his arm infront of me, “well my world revolves around you so think anything you want peaches.”

I almost melt to the floor, why does he have to do me dirty like this?

“Apparently I’m just a measly comet in your galaxy and you already have a sun that brightens up your world”, I state

“Well then I’d rather live in darkness and revolve around my cute little comet rather than the sun”, he responds, this man had his responses readier than any critic with their criticism.

“It’s cute how you think you can just waltz back into my life like that”, I click my tongue

“As long as the dance is with you princess, I’m willing to dance for an eternity”, his hand goes to my cheek, cradling it ever so softly

“I’m sorry”, he says, “you don’t know how much I missed you. I went to your house to apologize right after you went but you weren’t at home”, I remember crying my eyes out on a bridge at a park somewhere instead of going home.

“I thought it was over and that you really didn’t want to see me so I tried to respect that but it seems I just can’t live without you”, he smiles

I bite down on my bottom lip, “I should’ve been more considerate and let you take care of her, I’m sor-”

He pecks my lip, “you were right, it was just jealousy. Her sickness was cured right after we broke up and she used it as an excuse to take you away from me.”

“You mean take you away from me”, I chuckle, he pulls me flush into his chest, “she can’t take me away from you, you’re on my mind twenty four seven baby.”

I smile, finally happy to be back in his arms, “so are you, you big idiot”, I mumble into his chest

“You hurt me angel”, I could hear the smile in his words

“Buy me ice cream and I might consider calling you my pretty boy”, I say

“Yes ma’am”, he says and we make our way towards our favorite diner.

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new light part 11: just one night — rafe cameron

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summary: rafe finally gives his father the ultimatum he’s been sitting on for months; you immediately, if unknowingly, show him that it was one hundred percent worth it.

pairing: rafe x reader

warnings: swearing, alcohol, suggestive content/very VERY light smut not sure if u can even call it that but minors dni thanks

a/n: holy shit hiiiii!!! thanks for waiting on this one, and thanks to my moots who talked it through with me <3 alright, there will officially be 12 parts of new light, followed by an epilogue. so just one more after this! buckle up, enjoy, come talk to me afterrr

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but if you give me just one night

Rafe gets one more kiss on the cheek from you before you leave him for the night. He’s walking you to your front door like he normally would, making sure you and your dog get inside safely, not turning and walking back to his truck until he hears you deadbolt the door. It’s the same but so different—nostalgic but still new again at the same time. It’s almost like the beginning of your relationship when you were getting to know each other all over again, becoming used to each other in a different way.

And it’s this weird place in between being back to what you once were, and hopefully carving out another new part of this relationship. Rafe couldn’t explain it if he tried—you had barely assured him at all verbally, but he almost feels like laughing once he gets back inside his truck, cheeks flushed from the cold and from you, smiling the whole way home, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel as he just breathes.

He realizes halfway home he has to circle back to the grocery store, where he’d completely abandoned his original plans once he ran into you, and you both literally dropped everything. He’s thankful for the sweatshirt and hat combination he’s sporting, not keen to interact with anyone he’d recognize that might ask him why he’s smiling the way he is.

“Sorry Wheez,” he apologizes upon his arrival at home, ruffling his youngest sister’s hair as he greets her in the kitchen. He tosses the box of hot chocolate packets she’d requested onto the counter, leaning up against it. “Got a little caught up.”

She looks up from her phone, considering him skeptically. “For over an hour?”

Rafe just shrugs. “Busy. It’s Thanksgiving this week, y’know. Lot of people buying a lot of food and… whatever.”

“Okay. Whatever. Do you want some?”

“Sure,” Rafe nods absent-mindedly, mind already miles away from the kitchen in which he stood.

The adrenaline of seeing you, getting to touch you and hold you again, was quickly shedding off of him in waves, shattering, cracking, and peeling until he’s barely anything more than an anxious mess with nothing to do but wait for you to be ready. Which he could do, he reminds himself.

“I’ll have one too, sweetie.”

His father’s voice immediately sets Rafe’s spine straight as a board, thoughts of you clearing and eyes shifting to the man standing in the entryway of the kitchen. Rafe doesn’t say anything in greeting, just nodding before glancing to the other end of the kitchen, ready to make his exit if—when—he needs to.

“Okay, so three mugs,” Wheezie murmurs, busying herself with pulling things out of the cabinets.

Things were always tense between Rafe and his dad, he can’t remember one moment recently where they hadn’t been—actually. But ever since his birthday, things had only been worse. You hung up on him and his hands shook with his next moves, typing in his dad’s contact to have the conversation he should’ve demanded months ago.

“Rafe, did you check in with Ezra like I asked?” Ward asks, the smile reserved for his sisters slipping off of his face in an instant once he addresses his son.

“Yes, sir. We wrapped up today for the holiday weekend.”

“You’re not working at all tomorrow?” Ward asks, looking surprised.

“No,” Rafe says, eyebrows furrowed, nerves coming to the surface. “Ezra said he cleared it with you, that the financial team was done today, ’til next Monday.”

“Huh,” Ward says in consideration. “Alright. If you feel like you’ve earned that.”

Rafe can feel Wheezie looking at the two of them, knows she’s picked up on the tone shift just like he has. Rafe almost sighs, concedes to logging some hours tomorrow. But then he thinks about you, what he told you, promised you. And himself. “I do. My department’s off tomorrow, dad. So I am too.”

But as much as he hates it sometimes, Rafe is his father’s son, because Ward doesn’t back down either. “Let me guess. Big plans with Y/n? Kelce’s dad told me about his uh—party?”

“It’s a bar crawl.”

“You’re taking Y/n to the bars?” he asks, sounding as if he’s barely holding back a laugh. Rafe doesn’t feel the same inclination to throw something at him like he would have a few months ago whenever his dad so much as mentioned your name, but it’s not exactly a terrible thing that there’s nothing within his immediate reach right now.

“Dad,” he warns, shooting him a look.

“Just seems a bit… beneath her.”

Rafe immediately heads for the doorway in which his father came, not stopping to look for confirmation. “I’ll meet you out on the deck.”

His father gives him about five minutes to pace the deck in contemplation, before appearing with a freshly poured finger of whiskey, one hand tucked into his pocket and an exasperated look on his face. “What now?”

“What now—dad,” Rafe starts, doing his best not to slip into son mode. He knows his father will be more receptive if Rafe treats this like business. He briefly contemplates an alternate reality, where he’s actively seeking out his father for advice on how to treat you right, not working overtime to protect you from him instead. But that’s a false reality his father had been chipping away at for years, until it was staring Rafe in the face over the summer. “I thought we understood each other, when we talked on my birthday?”

“Your birthday?” Ward asks, swirling his glass. “Ah, you mean when you called me after I sent you a nice bottle of champagne to berate me for looking out for you?”

“Look—looking out for me?”

“I’m just trying to get you to be realistic about this girl, son. She’s distracting you, and she doesn’t care how hard you work—”

“No. Stop,” Rafe says, willing his voice not to waver from the sheer frustration thrumming under his skin. “I told you to back off of her.”

“Huh,” Ward says, glint in his eye. “And yet I can’t seem to figure out why. Because it seems to be the consensus around town that you two aren’t really an item anymore.”

Rafe doesn’t let himself freeze, show any sign of trepidation or give any indication that he’d been caught out. He knew this was a possibility, your hometown was way too small sometimes. This self-preserving lie he’d kept up for so long—half out of his own assuredness you’d somehow find your way back to him, half out of the fear of the told-you-so look on his dad’s face, the one he’s getting right now—he knew it’d only stick for so long before he was found out. He feels his jaw twitch, but that’s all he gives before clearing his throat. “Yeah, well. Check your sources, then—just dropped her off.”

His father’s eyebrows unceremoniously shoot into his hairline, and Rafe feels the slightest sense of victory. “Really?”

“Really. But you know what? That wouldn’t even matter, dad,” he says. “I don’t care what happens—you can’t talk about her like that. Not in front of anyone, and not in front of me.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, son,” Ward says around a chuckle, bringing his drink to his lips again.

And then there’s this ugly, dark pit that had been settled in Rafe’s stomach since his sophomore year of college, when his father made him come home to work for him for the first time. And not just the minor tasks he’d been picking up since he was fifteen, or the ride alongs to construction sites he’d always loved as a kid. The first time he’d really had to work for his dad, be his son and his employee simultaneously. The first glimpse into what he’d always thought would be the rest of his life—what he’d warned you about that night on your roof when he asked you to be his. And he’d pushed the feeling about it down for as long as he could, ignoring the anxiety it’d cause him, the pure exhaustion and anguish it often left him with to work for his father.

Until he couldn’t anymore, on the night John B had pulled him aside at that stupid party to ask about you and Ward. When things had already been off between you two for weeks, and he could come up with no good reason as to why. Then you’d looked up at him through your tear-soaked lashes, wobbling lips and shaking voice repeating the words his father said to you. Everything clicked into place when he realized you’d internalized it, had been carrying those words around in your heart and in your head for weeks until you weren’t looking at Rafe the same way anymore, the way he’d finally gotten you to see him after all these years.

This is the first time he’s going to ever verbalize it, but this feeling had been pressing down on Rafe for years.

“You’re right,” Rafe says. “I can’t. All I can do is make it clear to you that this is a deal-breaker for me.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means,” he says, “She’s here to stay, alright? And I refuse to put her through the wringer with you. She’s smart, she’s kind, she’s so fucking good for me, and just so much more than think you she is—she’s the love of my life, dad. And I can’t be involved in the business like this if it’s hurting her. I actually won’t.”

“Won’t what?” Ward asks, looking thoroughly confused at this point.

“Work for you, dad,” Rafe finally admits, wishing he’d grabbed a whiskey too at this point. “She’s—Dad, that girl is everything to me, she always has been.”

“You’d quit the business for her?”

“If I had to put distance between the two of us, I would. And that’s the only way I can think to do it.” Rafe has to take a long breath to quell the tightness in his throat, staring up at the sky and blinking rapidly a few times before speaking again. “Not like there’s much else to our relationship.”

“Rafe, bud—”

“I love her, dad. And if you can’t respect that—well, I guess I should polish up my cover letter, shouldn’t I?”

Rafe swears he sees hurt flash across his father’s face, but it’s hardly an emotion he’s ever seen in him before, so he can’t be sure. And he’s straightening himself out and taking another pull of whiskey, steeling himself before Rafe can even get a read anyways. “Okay. And where will you go?”

“I have options,” Rafe says. This wasn’t how he expected this to go at all, and maybe the slightest glimmer of hope you’d given him at the pool, the tiniest way you’d let your guard down—just like he’d seen you do the first time at the start of the summer—maybe that’s what gives him the push. He thinks about the internships he’d withheld from his dad over the past few years, the resume he’d built, contacts in a network he’d made all on his own. Because maybe in the back of his mind he’d always known it’d end like this. Fuck, he’d even finally accept Beau’s LinkedIn request if he had to—because he knew he deserved better than this, and so did you. “Plenty.”

“This is exactly what I was afraid of, Rafe,” Ward sighs, pinching his brow in anguish. If Rafe hadn’t spent years and years trying to prove himself to this man, only to be met with empty praises or unimpressed write-offs, he might have it in him to be affected by the disappointment. “She’s pulling you away.”

“No,” Rafe says, voice raising in anger. “No, that was all you. Okay? Maybe she gave me a reason. But it’s always been like this between us—you can’t even try to deny that.”

Ward sighs again, polishing off the rest of his glass. “She must be some girl, Rafe.”

Rafe grunts in frustration. “Dad—don’t you like, with Rose? Wouldn’t you protect her from anything you had to?”

“Your little high school sweetheart is hardly comparable to my wife—your stepmother.”

“Maybe to you. But shouldn’t the fact I’m willing to go to these lengths… that should tell you something, dad. And if it doesn’t, I’m not sure what else we have to talk about.”

Rafe leaves his dad’s frozen figure on the deck then, waving his little sister off when she asks about the hot cocoa and taking the stairs to his room two steps at a time, trying not to think about what he just did.

—

mccall: ok everyone is wondering so i’m just gonna ask. have you talked to redacted

davis: i think what this bitch MEANT to ask was how are u doing bb!? how’s home!!!

delilah: no but like… wren is asking too

y/n: he just dropped me off

The group FaceTime call commences in seconds, much to your chagrin—although what could you have expected at this point? Your friends had absorbed Rafe into their orbit within minutes of meeting him, even if it took McCall a few shots to warm up, she came around too once she got to know him. Just how everyone always did around him.

“Hey,” Delilah says, her voice breaking through the mess of log-on sounds and cut off conversations first. She gives you a sympathetic smile. “How are you, Y/n/n?”

“No, don’t answer that yet,” McCall says, voice cutting through before she’s turning back to someone off-screen. “Give me a sec. Mom, it’s my friends. Ex-boyfriend stuff, very important.”

Wren peeks into Delilah’s frame then, readjusting his hair and then waving at the camera. “Hey, Y/n. What’s going on down south?”

You’re rushing to shut your door, glaring at Dylan’s disappointed look aimed at you from across the hall, turning on your fairy lights. “Not much, um. Kinda late here.”

“Okay, I’m here,” Davis announces, his line finally connecting too. “What did I miss?”

“No—wait,” McCall urges. “Cyrus, get the fuck out or I swear—okay. Okay, I’m ready. What did he do?”

“Who? Hometown?” Wren pipes up. “Y’all back together?”

“Oh my god, Wren,” Delilah sighs, giving you an apologetic look. “Babe, please go refill our drinks, yeah? I’ll catch you up after.”

“But—”

“Please.”

“Okay,” Davis starts, blotting a serum into his face once Wren walks off. “Everyone should just shut the fuck up. Let her speak, then we judge later. You saw Rafe?”

“Yeah, on accident,” you emphasize, looking at McCall’s little FaceTime square, her unimpressed expression doing nothing to put you at ease. “I swear, we just ran into each other. There aren't many places to be on this island, alright?”

“Okay, and then what? Wait—did you guys hook up? Did you yell at him, or—”

“McCall,” Davis warns, eyes straying away from his mirror to shoot her a look through the phone.

Delilah is the first one to pick up on your distress, shushing the others. “Hey, so what happened? Was it good?”

“We didn’t—we just talked,” you say. A smile pulls on your lips despite yourself. “Actually, it was nice. He took me to the pool.”

“Ah, good one,” Wren says, appearing in the frame once again, head burrowing into Delilah’s shoulder after he presses a kiss to her head.

“Not gonna lie, have to agree with Wren here,” Davis concedes, hand over his mouth as he grins. “That’s cute.”

“No, stop, you’re all way too romantic. It’s literally so fucking hard being the only earth sign in this friend group,” McCall sighs. “Focus, Y/n. What did he say?”

“Oh, god,” you sigh, falling back onto your bed finally. “Like—everything. We talked about everything. And I didn’t just—guys, you know I wouldn’t just let him off.”

“McCall made sure of that,” Davis grumbles.

“Excuse you.”

“Excuse you, I live there too. I had to listen to every single lecture,” Davis says, readjusting his skincare headband. “Every fucking one.”

You’d tuned the lectures out at a certain point, exchanging listening to McCall’s opinions about the terrors of long-distance and hometown boyfriends for your own fantasies about you and Rafe getting back together. You loved her, and she meant well—but she was scarred, and it definitely affected her judgment. Against her will, too, because you knew she liked Rafe deep down. Very deep down, in a place usually only unearthed by alcohol. “Alright. Guys, I appreciated this Socratic seminar. I think I’m just gonna sleep on it.”

“No, wait—we could put it to a vote,” Delilah says. “Two votes for Rafe.”

She doesn’t even glance at Wren when she says it, who just nods his head and brings his beer to his lips all the same.

“You guys,” you groan. “Come on.”

“Do I get a vote?”

“No, McCall. Because we all know what it is and you still won’t win,” Davis says.

“Alright, go easy on her guys. Make good choices. Good night, Y/n/n,” Wren says, making the decision for everyone else to leave you alone. He ducks out of the frame again after a wave.

“I’ll be off too, my sweet. You got this,” Delilah says, waving. “Text us!”

When it’s just your roommates left, an awkward silence drags until Davis clears his throat. “McCall, hang up.”

“What!” she squawks, mouth falling open in indignation. “I’m being helpful.”

“Nope.”

“Y/n,” she tries, directing her words toward you now. “You know I’m just worried about you.”

“I know, and thank you, really,” you say. “I’ll text you later, yeah?”

“Ugh, fine. Bye uglies,” she says, resigned as she hangs up.

“Talk to me,” Davis says when the two of you are finally, blessedly alone. “What are we thinking?”

You suck in a breath before you unload. “Davis, it was… like. I literally had to physically make myself walk away before I just jumped all over him, or—”

“Okay, that’s not necessarily bad, Y/n.”

“I know, it just means I trust him,” you admit, because it’s true. “I don’t know, though. It was weird—I just felt like I needed to give myself some time?”

Davis nods, squinting in consideration. “I think it’s good that you’re thinking it through. Your man is nothing if not charming—”

“Oh, come on.”

“I’m kidding,” Davis concedes. “But also not. The pool? Come on. But look, he’s great, Y/n—you know I like him for you. And if you trust him, then I trust you. Even so, there’s still nothing wrong with taking some time. Maybe a few weeks while you guys finish out the semester?”

“Weeks?” you squeak, head rearing back from the screen.

“Okay, sorry,” he laughs. “Alright. What about at least a few days? After the holiday.”

“Days… plural. Yeah,” you nod, convincing yourself. “I guess I can think about that.”

“You don’t have to take any more time than you need to, you know that, right?” he says, voice softer. “You’re not an emotional thinker, Y/n. Trust your judgment.”

“I know,” you breathe, thinking of the way you’d felt seeing him. Everything had felt like it clicked into place immediately, but you had made him prove it to you anyways. And he had, ten times over. “I know.”

“But hey, what about the other stuff?”

“What do you mean?”

“You had some regrets too, didn’t you? I know you were beating yourself up over the thing with his dad. And the baby. Maybe you’ll feel better about all this if you tell him about that?” Davis says, lighting a candle in frame.

“Yeah, we talked about that too,” you confirm, nodding your head. “I think we’re okay there. He’s shit at accepting apologies, but—”

“Of course he is, he’s a man.”

“But, I think I got my point across. I hope I did.”

“Then what, my dear,” Davis says dramatically, finally finishing up his routine and giving you his full attention. “Are you waiting for?”

“I don’t know,” you groan.

“You’ll know when you’re done waiting,” he assures you. “It’ll feel right.”

“I guess you’re right.”

Davis sighs, smiling softly at you. “You’re not going to sleep at all tonight, are you?”

“Not a chance,” you agree. “I just wanna see him.”

“Go see him tomorrow,” Davis says.

You just look at him, smiling slightly. “I think I’ll be able to wait that long.”

“Bitch, you don’t even have to do that!” Davis says, clapping his hands. “There are no rules here—chug some chard and show up on his doorstep right now. It’ll be dramatic, and so, so romantic.”

You let yourself briefly consider it, shaking yourself out of it immediately after. “No, I—no. I’m too nervous. What am I even gonna say?”

“Okay, let me get some wine and then you can practice on me tonight. Grab a notepad.”

—

You’ve been sitting on the back deck since sunrise—maybe even a little before. It’s all a blur at this point, the sleep you got and didn’t get, the numerous scenarios you talked through with Davis until you couldn’t stand it anymore, the physical ache your body feels knowing Rafe is within your reach just down the road, all you wanted since August, and you’re not even being held by him.

The skyline of the town you grew up in, beautiful and familiar as it is, isn’t enough to distract you from your thoughts; if you overthought it, if you’re making him wait too long, if the way you feel like Rafe’s an ocean whose tide has always been pulling you in should scare you. Or if you should just run into it, arms and heart open, let him crash over you in waves.

“You’re up early,” your dad says from behind you, two mugs of coffee in hand. You shake your head and smile as you accept one from him, shaky hands settling around the warm ceramic as you bring it to rest in your lap.

“Couldn’t sleep.”

“I know,” your dad chuckles. “Heard you stomping around all night. Thought Rafe might have been scaling the wall again.”

“That was one time,” you say around a smile. Rafe still has no idea your dad knew he was sneaking into the house all summer, and couldn’t care less considering he liked Rafe and you were both grown. Your dad had texted you the security camera footage the very next morning: ‘Might wanna tell your boyfriend if he isn’t going to hide his gigantic truck down the block anymore, he may as well start using the front door, too.’ You never shared it with Rafe because you knew he’d quite literally never come over again, and you were a teeny bit selfish.

Your heart sinks a little at the specific memory, Rafe showing up in the middle of the night. So worried about you—seeking your reassurances when you were the one that had been holding back. The first time your relationship was tested, and all it took to iron it out was you being openly vulnerable with your feelings for him.

You have to sideline the memory to give your dad your full attention—or as much of it as you can muster. “But I did see him yesterday, at the store.”

Your dad looks over from where he’d settled into a deck chair next to you. “Did you? That explains the stomping. And the fact that you came home with nothing.”

Your cheeks heat up, realizing for the first time he was right. You might have bid Rafe a good night quick enough that your family (sans Dylan, who texted you immediately to ask if that was Rafe’s truck he heard outside) didn’t see him on the porch, but you guess your dad was more attentive than you thought. “Yeah.”

“What’d you think? Need me to straighten him out for you?”

You roll your eyes, finally bringing your coffee up for a sip. You figure you can’t get any more nerve-y at this point, and you could use the extra energy as you tried to plan the rest of your day. “No, dad. It’s not like that.”

“I’m teasing, I’m teasing,” he says, a hand patting your forearm gingerly where it rests on the chair arm. “I know it’s not.”

“He’s not—he loves me, dad. I know he does,” you sigh, eyes welling up. “I don’t know why I’m holding back.”

“You’re protecting yourself. Maybe a little too much.”

You furrow your eyebrows, looking over at him. “Is that bad?”

“Not all the time,” he says, drinking his own coffee. “I’d rather you be too careful than not enough.”

Too careful. It’s something that you’d always been in so many different ways, but especially when it came to boys and love—when it came to Rafe Cameron.

It started with completely ignoring him whenever you couldn’t hide your feelings around him as a young teenager, no longer talking whenever he’d join a group, sitting as far away from him as possible in whatever classes you shared—even though you’d somehow always get paired up anyways. And it evolved into this practiced indifference that came across as disinterest once you two got older, once Rafe seemed to discover girls and you boys, but never each other. Even though you always knew. Even though you couldn’t help the times you slipped up around him, looked at him too long or pushed a “just friends” boundary too far, and could now look back and recognize the moments when he couldn’t either. These random moments of longing that never amounted to anything, and then you ran far, far away from him.

But the distance and the lessened communication that came with college did nothing to help you shake him. Just like Rafe, you were always prying for information from your friends, or seeking him out at house parties during spring breaks, even if just to exchange greetings and a quick hug. It was just years of hiding, pining, running—until you couldn’t run anymore, until you didn’t want to.

And you realize, you still don’t. And you’ll never want to again.

“Okay,” you say, standing abruptly, handing your coffee off to your dad. He smiles up at you. “I’m gonna go.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Where is this you’re going?” your mom says, making her way out to the patio as well, looking far too put together for this early in the morning. “Will you be back by lunch? You said you’d be home to help before tomorrow, remember? Speaking of—did you invite Rafe?”

“I’m going to see him,” you say, barely paying attention to your mom’s rambles until you hear his name. “Right now, actually.”

“Y/n,” your mother says, sounding slightly scandalized, taking in your attire. “Well not like that you’re not. At least run a brush through your hair, or put on a dress, sweetie—”

But you don’t care, can barely hear her, your messy hair and old embroidered college sweatshirt a mere afterthought as you made your way back into the house in search of your car keys.

“Relax, honey,” you hear your dad reassure her. “Rafe won’t care.”

—

If you could focus on anything besides how nervous you were, you might be the slightest bit regretful you hadn’t taken your mom’s advice. It was a rough night, and you could see it in your face as you sat parked outside of Tannyhill, the driving visor in your Range Rover flipped down so you could take in your appearance. Your best bet is to at least throw on some backup perfume and cherry chapstick from your center console, which you still don’t even do, forcing yourself out of the car as soon as you clock only Sarah and Rafe’s cars parked in the driveway. You really didn’t mind seeing Rose most of the time, but seeing Ward’s SUV in the driveway on the rare occasions Rafe would invite you over to Tannyhill was always enough to put you on edge, so you’re thankful when they’re nowhere to be found even at the early hour.

It’s not until you’re walking up the path to the front door that it dawns on you your realization moment had come nearly at the crack of dawn, the sun higher in the sky at this point but still low enough to paint it hues of pink and blue.

“Y/n?”

Your second thoughts about the early hour dispel at the sound of Sarah’s voice, and you’re waving at her lamely as she looks at you in disbelief. Ah, so Rafe had told her. “Hey, Sarah.”

“Uh, hey,” she says, breaking into a smile. “What are you doing here?”

“Rafe’s home, right?”

“Yeah, he’s home. Think he’s swimming though,” she says, making your eyes widen. “Don’t worry, inside. And Wheezie went to work with Rose.”

“Ah,” you say, nodding in understanding. You rock back onto the balls of your feet a bit awkwardly, hands clasped in front of you. “So, uh—how’s school? Did you end up rushing?”

“No,” she says, smiling. “My friend, Kie—she has this whole thing. Apparently sororities can be, like, wildly unethical?”

You nod, feeling yourself relax a little at the menial conversation. Sarah had always been great at talking your ear off whenever you came around, not that you minded. You always saw the effort Rafe put into connecting with Dylan, and you had no problem doing the same. “Well, I hope you’re still having fun.”

“Yeah,” she says, adjusting her bag in her arms, still smiling at you. “Are you here to like, talk to him… or—”

Sarah’s mischievous prying is thankfully cut off when the crunch of gravel distracts you both, signaling another vehicle pulling up in the driveway—the most disgusting brown van you’ve ever seen in your life.

Your unlikely partner in crime is waving from the driver’s seat to Sarah. But then John B sees you and he just points, a huge smile on his face. You have to refrain from laughing in disbelief, just smiling and pointing right back at him before you finally turn and make your way inside the house, patting a confused Sarah on the shoulder as you pass her by. “Have fun!”

The house is practically dead silent when you enter, the echo of the sound of the door clicking shut bouncing off of the walls.

The drive here and the walk-up was all fueled by pure adrenaline, surprise, fumes, sleep deprivation—who knows. Pretty much anything but the courage you actually needed.

Now you stand in Rafe’s foyer, only your insecurities standing between you and what you wanted. You blackout on the walk down the hall to the Camerons’ indoor pool—hardly the Olympic size Rafe was used to at Kildare Academy, but he said it did the job. If he wasn’t swimming in it during off-season, he was sneaking you and a group of friends in when his dad was out of town in high school—more often than not ignoring anyone else in the vicinity while he hovered around you.

But with so much time spent away you realize you no longer immediately associate Rafe’s home with the high school days—those memories replaced by the last summer you spent here. Intimidating dinners with his family, the random glass of wine with Rose every now and then, hangs with Kelce and Topper in the pool house, the times you’d crouched over the dining room table to help Wheezie with her practice SAT essays.

Rafe sneaking you upstairs to his room whenever he could, leading you out to the Druthers with a smile on his face, or the two of you quietly slipping down to the cellar near the basement to grab a bottle of wine before you went to sit on the porch swing and watch the sunset together. This version of Rafe that used to seem new, but was in actuality all too familiar.

You roll your neck and take one last shaky breath before you’re sliding the door to the pool room open.

He’s sitting on the side of the pool when you enter, chest heaving like he’d just finished a few laps, looking down at where his legs rest in the water. His hair is a wet mess, his goggles pulled up to his forehead. Rafe must not hear the door, because he makes no immediate move, stuck staring into the turquoise water until you clear your throat.

“Y/n/n?”

You’re both frozen for a second, until you speak again, realizing he was waiting for you to respond. “Rafe, hi.”

“W-what are you doing here?” he asks, his facial features slipping into worry once he assesses yours. “What’s wrong?”

“Can you—” you gesture wildly to where he’s still in the pool.

“Yeah,” he says, lifting himself over the edge. He grabs a towel resting over one of the chairs, running it quickly over his body and his hair, and part of you is just a little angry he’s shirtless and dripping wet while you’re trying to have this conversation with him—a conversation that requires judgment and focus. “What’s up?”

“I’ve been thinking. A lot,” you start. “Since last night. I really didn’t sleep that much.”

“Okay,” he nods, hands on his hips. He runs the towel over his hair again, gesturing to one of the chaise lounges as he nears you. “Do you… wanna sit?”

You shake your head firmly. “No.”

He sighs, shoulders deflating. His hair is stuck up every which way, goggle impressions encircling his eyes. You know he only swims nowadays when he’s stressed. “Okay. Whenever you wanna—you look… you’re scaring me, sweetheart.“

“No,” you say, hopefully stopping that thought before he can even think it, shaking your hands out. “No, don’t be scared. I’m just, like, really trying to hype myself up a bit here.”

“No?” he asks, stepping closer to you. “Y/n, I know you needed time. And I don’t mind, I was even thinking… if you need it, we could wait ‘til the holidays? And then we can talk again. I mean, I’ll still be… yours and everything—“

You shake your head again. No more time, no more waiting.

“No, no more time. I don’t want any more time, Rafe. I want…” you trail off, a hand coming to cradle the side of his face, your thumb swiping under his eye and your other fingers tangled into his wet hair. Rafe holds his breath, eyes never straying from your own as you search his entire face. “I want you. Now. We’ve already waited so long, and—I love you, Rafe. And I knew you were struggling a-and I didn’t say anything because I was scared, and I didn’t want you to know that I knew you were freaking out—and I should’ve just fucking told you about the baby as soon as I found out—”

Rafe grabs your hand where it’s on his face, squeezing it lightly. “Y/n/n, hey. No that’s okay, really—”

“No, it’s not, Rafe. Because I was worried just like you were, and I wanted to keep all of the hard stuff away because finally letting myself fall in love with you was just like—it was so easy, Rafe. Like I always thought it would be since I was a kid. But I wasn’t ready for the hard parts,” you say, breathing heavily at this point, trying to ground yourself through your touch on his face. “I thought it’d be easier to just not deal with it, but then not having you—after I finally got you. That was the actual hard part.”

Rafe just nods. “I know.”

“So it’s gonna be hard sometimes, yeah? But we have to figure it out,” you say. “I wanna figure it out with you. Everything with your dad, and where we end up, all of it.”

“I know, me too.”

“But you have to—Rafe,” you say, your voice breaking. You can finally say it, what you bit back at the airport, what some part of you had always known. “You have to know you’re it for me, right? Like there’s nothing—there’s nobody else better for me, that can give me more or be what you think I need, there’s nobody, baby—it’s just you.”

“It’s me?”

“It’s you,” you breathe. “So you don’t get to just freak out and break up with me.”

“Fuck—I know, never. I mean it.”

“You know?”

“I know.”

“So, can you—”

“Gonna kiss you now, Y/l/n.”

And Rafe’s glancing between your eyes and your lips several times, then finally bringing you into the kiss you’d been aching for for weeks, neither of you paying any mind to the way his hair is dripping water onto your forehead, his wet swim trunks leaving a watermark on your sweatshirt and jeans where he has your hips pulled flush into his, one hand on your back and the other immediately in your hair. He pulls back after a while, practically gasping. “I love you. So fucking much.”

“Love you too,” you say, arms around his neck as you tug him back down. “Missed you.”

“Missed you. More,” he claims, pulling back long enough to look into your eyes. “And I’m so sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too.”

“No more secrets, for real this time,” he says, a hand under your chin. He kisses you when you nod. “I’ll tell you everything later.”

“And Rafe, with your dad… I just really want you to be happy, okay?” you say, pulling back to stare into his eyes. “I don’t care if he doesn’t like us together. Figure it out however you need to, and I’ll be there for you.”

Rafe sighs, eyes slipping shut as he thinks for a second. “I know. I’m figuring that one out, Y/n/n. It’s not going to be easy, but… think I have my priorities in order now.”

“Me too,” you smile, so happy that your breakup is already something you’re talking about in past tense. You bite your lip, eyes flicking across his face before you venture on. “I want you to know that I haven’t watered your plant once, by the way. And it’s still alive and kicking.”

Rafe grins at that, all attempts to keep you dry completely gone as he finally pushes you back into the main part of the house, hands firm on your hips. “Well, I didn’t even open that essay you edited. Found an old draft and just turned it in. B minus.”

“Rafe, I would’ve gotten you an A,” you say, reaching up and kissing just his bottom lip. You swipe your thumb over it, grin matching his.

“I will buy you a new plant,” he says, hand sliding into the strands of hair at the nape of your neck, still attempting to kiss you, talk to you, and lead you through Tannyhill simultaneously. “Promise. And you should also know you and those stupid jeans ruined my favorite movie franchise for me.”

You laugh out loud at that, fading into giggles as Rafe pecks your cheeks and chin where you’re pressed up against the stair banister, making his way down your neck before he has to pull himself back. “Yeah? Haven’t been able to listen to that indie band you hate in weeks, Cameron.”

“Okay, I’m not apologizing for that one,” Rafe laughs, the sound resonating in your chest. “I did you a favor. Also, I kept finding your hair everywhere.”

“Mm, wait—kinda love that one,” you preen, a hand scratching lightly at his scalp. “Still mine?”

“Still yours. Always been yours, baby,” Rafe says, glint in his eye when he pulls back again. “You didn’t correct that waiter at dinner, in California, did you Y/n Cameron?”

You have to push him off of you just long enough to actually make it inside of his bedroom—which he obviously makes harder than it needs to be. And then it’s water dripping all over the floor, your shoes being kicked off, a flurry of your bodies trying to reconnect in every single way as your voices did the same.

“I know. And I kept your shirt after you left,” you practically whine, still flustered from his last confession, letting him strip you of your sweatshirt as he presses kisses down your neck.

“Knew it was missing. I thought you might have added it to the collection,” Rafe laughs, walking you back toward his unmade bed easily. Your skin sings at the familiar brush of his cotton sheets. “That has to be at least five at this point.”

You just look up at him where he’s still standing over you, smirk on your lips. “Well. Six, if you count high school.”

“Mine,” Rafe breathes, practically melting down into you, lips pressing into every accessible part of your skin, two fingers tugging one of your bra straps down and to the side when he runs out of room. “Always been mine, too, yeah?”

“Yes, Rafe, fuck,” you keen, feeling his hand finally slip to the button of your jeans. He pauses his work on your neck, leaning back to gauge a reaction from you before he continues.

“Can I?”

“Please,” you nod, nerves on fire as he finally drags your jeans down your legs, dropping them to the floor underneath him. It’s barely 7AM, you got here maybe ten minutes ago, and you know you must look a disheveled and over-tired mess by the time Rafe has you nearly bare and back in his bed again.

But your boy just looks down at you in wonder, one hand holding himself up as the other tries to find a place to settle on your body, finally resting on the side of your face, thumbing at your bottom lip. He leans down for a searing kiss, basically just two smiles pressing together when the lust momentarily wears off and you’re both just grinning idiots; Rafe pulls back just far enough to whisper something against your lips.

“Hi again, dream girl.”

—

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