#GONNA GET MY GIRLS TOGETHER WE'LL BE FEELING ALRIGHT

[jellofangy]

Little Robots is classic 2000s British nostalgia and no one can change my mind lololol-

I’m still a bit sad that he never got an animated appearance because he is such a Y2K entity so I thought I would fix that sort of with a little bit of a redesign. Also renamed him because his original name wasn’t cool enough. 

Yes. He and Sporty are in love. Bi rights lmao-

PS: He probs prefers My Scene over Barbie/Bratz. Just some ramble out of nowhere don’t mind.

[bunny-1111]

Did I stutter? Theo Nott x fem!reader

Description: With the Christmas ball approaching, you can’t stop daydreaming about Theo. But when Pansy reveals that he’s been quietly chasing off your suitors, you’re left questioning his true feelings. When confronted, Theo’s possessiveness comes to light—but will he finally ask you to the ball?

Genre: Angst, slow burn, romance Warnings: Slight possessiveness, mild language

Word count: 1.9k

Part 2, here

Unedited and unread

reblogs, likes and comments appreciated my loves <3

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The Christmas ball was a yearly sensation.

When the autumn leaves were long covered by the deep snow of winter, was when you knew it was not far off.

As you sat in the great hall across from your friends in a daydream, imagining Theo all dressed up in a three-piece suit, your mind slipped into mush as you dreamed about his hand placed delicately on your waist, moving you through the steps of a waltz.

"Hello, earth calling. Are you even listening to me?!" Pansy clicked her fingers to pull you attention back into focus

"Sorry, you were saying?" you rush, flustered by your own thoughts.

"Yeah, I was asking if you want to go to Hogsmeade this afternoon?" she continued.

"Oh sure" you agree, you eyes now glued to your plate, trying to pull your mind away from him

"we'll join you, yeah" Draco casually adds

"No!" Pansy quickly exclaims

"what, why not?" replies Draco his voice high and whiney

"Because, girls day, only, we're gonna try find some dresses for the Christmas ball" inisted Pans

"we are?" you question

"we are." she states

"Oh Merlin, I hate this ball bullshit" Enzo adds, throwing his fork down

"Couldn't agree more, Enz" says Theo softly

"Yeah, Theo it must be so annoying having every girl in every house ask you to the dance, gosh you boys are insufferable" ranted Pansy

Oh, that's right, the unpleasant reminder that you and Theodore have no romantic relations and you can't do anything about the girls who swoon over him, Merlin. Why do they all have to be so desperate for him? Why can't they just leave him for you? Why can't something happen between you two why can't h-

"Come on let's go get ready for Hogs" She interrupts your self-destructive thoughts, now dragging you along back to the dorms.

As you shiver into your scarf, the cold air bites at your lips, the snow filled streets of Hogsmeade bring a sense of quickness in turns of just how soon the ball is.

"I expect someone should ask you to the dance soon" Pansy says linking her arms in your as you walk together, shopping bags in your free arms.

"Thanks, Pans, you too," you smile

You're met with unusual silence from her, so you give her a small shove, a gentle nudge, saying, spit it out.

"Well, Draco's asked me to go... I've said yes" she carefully says

"Pans! When, why didn't you tell me? This again, I thought you said you and Dray were really done this time?" You ramble, eyes wide with passionate protection for her

"I know, but like his gonna let someone else take me, I wouldn't want him to go with anyone else take me either, it's just like you and-" she starts

"Don't finish that sentence alright, you and Draco dated, Theo and I nothing" you huff

"Oh yeah, then why is he going around threatening any guy who even considers asking you." her tone

Pansy’s words hit you like a bludger to the chest, forcing the air out of your lungs. You almost stumble your steps, but she keeps her arm linked with yours, pulling you along as if she hadn’t just dropped a bombshell

“What are you talking about?” you ask, trying to sound casual, but your voice betrays you, cracking at the end.

Pansy raises a brow, glancing at you like she’s holding the world’s best secret, and you’re not in on it. “Oh, don’t play dumb. It’s been happening for months.”

Months?

Theo, your Theo, going around and threatening people from asking you to the ball? That doesn’t make sense. He barely looked at you when you weren't all together, always composed, acting as though your presence didn’t make his eyes soften as you wished they would.

But then again, you have noticed that boys, nice boys, that is, had stopped approaching you after a while. You chalked it up to bad luck. You and your friends did have a certain unapproachability. The rumors swirled about Theodore Nott being unattainable, uninterested in any romance, but he never gave any indication that he’d be willing to defend you, much less ward off potential suitors.

“yeah right, that can’t be true.” Your denial comes out weaker than you intend, the words sitting heavy on your tongue.

Pansy giggles like the school girl she is. “Sweetheart, believe what you want, but I know a possessive bloke when I see one. Trust me, Draco’s the same way, just less… subtle.” She waves her hand dismissively, but her eyes hold a knowing glimmer, irritating you. Like she has insight into your life that you aren’t aware of yourself.

You shake your head, trying to process everything. “But why wouldn’t he just—”

“Ask you himself?” Pansy finishes for you, her voice lilting, almost teasing. “Oh, come on, you know Theo. He’s about as emotionally available as a cursed lock. He probably doesn’t even realise what he’s doing half the time.”

“But pans, months?”

Pansy shrugs a nonchalant gesture that tells you she’s probably been keeping this from you for a while. “Look, I didn’t say anything because I thought you’d figure it out, and honestly, it’s kind of fun watching him sulk whenever someone gets too close. Merlin, the way he glares could melt the snow.”

You let out a breath, the cold air burning your lungs as you try to wrap your mind around it. Theodore Nott, the Theo who lives in your mind, your friend of years, the same Theo you desperately want to yourself, had been quietly chasing off any competition? It feels surreal, like a dream you’d conjured in the midst of one of your daydreams in the Great Hall.

But if that’s true… then why hasn’t he made a move? Why hasn’t he said anything to you?

As if reading your thoughts, Pansy squeezes your arm. “Don’t overthink it. Boys are complicated, especially our boys alright, even when they think they’re being clear. Maybe he’s waiting for the right moment, or maybe he’s just an idiot.”

You laugh, a short, breathy sound that fogs up the air around you. “Yeah, idiot sounds about right.”

Hogsmeade is bustling with students, all of them chattering about the upcoming ball, dresses, dates, and everything in between. You glance at shop windows, your eyes trailing over elegant gowns and shimmering accessories, but your mind is miles away, stuck on a certain brown-haired Slytherin boy who, apparently, has been harboring some very mixed signals.

By the time you make it back to the castle, your hands are full of bags, and your head is full of unanswered questions. Pansy is still chattering away, something about her dress and how Draco better match her, but you can barely focus.

You keep replaying her words over and over again. Theo’s threatening people? Why wouldn’t he just ask me? The thought sends your heart into a frenzy, and no matter how much you try to convince yourself, it’s nothing, that maybe Pansy is exaggerating; you know deep down that she’s probably right.

It isn’t until the next morning at breakfast that you catch sight of Theo, sitting at the Slytherin table with his usual quiet confidence. His hair is slightly tousled, like he couldn’t be bothered to comb it properly, and his tie is crooked, but it doesn’t matter—he still looks effortlessly good, as always.

Your heart does a little flip as you watch him, your mind racing with everything Pansy told you. Should you say something? Ask him if it’s true? Or would that be too forward? Maybe you should just wait it out, see if he says anything first…

But before you can make a decision, Theo glances up and locks eyes with you. It’s a brief moment, but it’s enough to send your pulse skyrocketing. His expression is unreadable, as usual, but there’s something in his gaze that makes your stomach twist.

You quickly look away, focusing on your plate, but your thoughts are a mess. Could he see it all on your face? Are you accidentally showing what you didn't have the courage to say?

The rest of the day passes in a blur, and by the time evening rolls around, you’re no closer to figuring out what to do. Pansy, of course, is no help—she just keeps teasing you about it, making cryptic comments about how Theo’s going to “make his move” eventually.

You’re not so sure.

It’s not until later, when you’re heading back to the common room after a long day of classes, that you run into Theo. Literally.

You’re not paying attention, too caught up in your own thoughts, and you bump right into him as you turn the corner.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t—” you start to apologize, but the words die in your throat when you look up and realize it’s him.

Theo’s standing there, hands in his pockets, his usual calm, unreadable expression in place. But there’s something different about him tonight, something that makes your heart race.

“Hey,” he says, his voice low and smooth, sending a shiver down your spine, as his hand lays on your shoulder, steading your place in front of him

“Hey,” you reply, trying to keep your voice still, but it’s a losing battle.

For a moment, neither of you says anything. The silence stretches between you, heavy with unspoken words and tension.

Before you can make a decision, Theo breaks the silence. “You’re going to the ball, right?”

The question catches you off guard, and you nod before you can stop yourself. “Yeah, I am.”

His eyes darken slightly, and he takes a step closer. “With anyone?”

Your heart skips a beat, and for a second, you forget how to breathe. Is this it? Is he finally going to ask you?

“No,” you manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Theo’s gaze stays locked on yours for a long moment, and then, finally, he says, “Good. Keep it that way.”

And just like that, he turns and walks away, leaving you standing there, your mind spinning.

You stand frozen in place, his words echoing in your mind. Good. Keep it that way. It’s a simple sentence, but the way Theo said it, with that intensity in his eyes, sends your heart into a tailspin.

What did he mean by that? Was it a warning? A request? Or something else entirely?

You shake your head, trying to clear the confusion, but it’s no use. Theo’s always been hard to read, but this feels different—like there’s something just beneath the surface that you can’t quite grasp.

"No Theo wait!" you call out before he gets too far

His body swiftly turns around waiting for you, typical Teddy, of course he makes you run after him.

When you finally reach him all you can manage is "I don't understand."

"what's not to understand, darling," he says softly almost sympathetic

"Have you stopped guys from asking me, personally?" you say so quickly you didn't even have time to realise what you had just asked

"Yes. I have" he replies immediately

"wh-what?" you mutter out

"Did I fucking stutter? Anyone asks you and you tell me" his tone stern and meaningful, inching closer and closer to you, "alright"

"alright" you agree in a small voice

"Good girl" he smiles as he tilts his head, before walking off.

well, what the fuck now.

Author Note: I've been feeling so unsure about my writing lately, I've been struggling to produce good work. I have been so flat out at work that by the time I get home, I'm writing at like 2am, so it just turns out shit... and I get too tired to finish it properly like this one, but I just wanted to get something out. Ugh, I'm sorry. anyway hope you try to enjoy this one, I will get back to my confident writing soon, I hope lol love youuuuuuu, B.

Part 2, here

[lyekisses]

alright clocking in for another shift of complaining about the same things every day!

[cntloup]

Together

Fem!Reader fluff, angst, pregnancy

"You ok, lovie?" Simon asks worriedly when he sets his eyes on you, sitting on the sofa, expressionless and silent tears running down your cheeks. "Huh?" you come back to this world upon hearing his soft voice, quickly wiping away the tears with your sleeves, rubbing harshly and leaving a sting. He kneels in front of you and takes your hands in his, "Hey, hey! Gently!" he coos as he presses soft kisses on the back of your hands and tenderly wipes your tears with the pad of his thumb. "Tell me what's wrong, love." his tone is soft, yet serious, expecting an answer.

Shortly after, you break into sobs, "I feel so weak. I- I feel like the baby is eating away at me piece by piece. I know I shouldn't say that about my baby but...what if- what if I can't go through with this?" you ask your husband who’s been your rock through all of this.

Now that you're seven months pregnant and the reality of giving birth and having a baby has dawned on you, also the hormones and the bodily changes have taken a toll on your physical, emotional and mental state, you're anxious about not being able to get through all of it.

The thought of giving birth absolutely frightens you. And being a mother. What if you can't be a good mother to your child? What if you neglect your child in some way without knowing so? What if you succumb to the demons of your past? All these thoughts prance around your mind, darkening your skies and laying a heavy weight on your shoulders.

He takes you in his arms, your head on his shoulder as you sob onto his shirt and he gently nuzzles your head in his palm, brushing his fingers through your hair. "You can, love. Of course you can. You're the strongest person I know. Also the doctor said everything is fine and going smoothly. You have nothing to worry about. And I'm right here by your side, no matter what." he reassures you, rubbing your arms and back soothingly, his touch comforting, slowly putting your mind at ease.

"I-I'm just worried about not being a good parent." you mutter as you lift your head, looking into his eyes. He can't believe the words that just came out of your mouth. "You're gonna be the best mother in the world. You're everything a child would need and more. You're perfect, my love. Don't let these thoughts get into that pretty little head of yours." he says, his eyes filled with pure love and admiration.

"I'm far from perfect. But I will try to be the best I can." you respond, holding his gaze, a smile starting to appear on your lips. "Atta girl!" he praises "I'm not perfect either, but we'll learn together, alright?" "Together." you repeat, nodding as you hold his hand in yours. As long as he's by your side, you can overcome any worries and anxieties.

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[loveesiren]

Baby Daddy (Pt. 2)

Rafe Cameron x Reader

A/n: Here's part two! Let me know if you guys want more to this story :)

Warnings: Birth, emergency c-section, language, fluff

Word Count: 1.7k+

You leaned your head on Rafe's shoulder, his hand rubbing your swollen belly as you were handed yet another gift.

You were grateful for this baby shower that Rose had put together but you couldn't help the fact that you were absolutely exhausted.

You were in no way prepared for how much pregnancy took a toll on your body. Especially in the third trimester.

You held the tiny pink blanket up. The soft fabric was lined with silk and it was absolutely adorable.

"And when you finally tell us her name, we'll get it stitched on there. Along with her birthday." Sarah said with a smile as her and John B watched you examine their gift.

"It's perfect," You say. "And her name will be revealed once she's born." You chuckle.

"I can't believe you're making us wait," John B whines, rolling his eyes.

"She's gonna be here any day now," Rafe smiled, looking down at you. "And this has been great but Y/N really needs to get some rest."

"But there is still more presents!" Rose whines.

"And she will open them later," Rafe scolds. "She's exhausted."

You were practically falling asleep in Rafe's arms.

"Alright, fine," Rose says as she stands up. "For anyone who would like to continue celebrating, join me in the back yard!"

John B and Sarah stay behind, cleaning up the mess of wrapping paper that littered the living room.

"I'm going to take her up to bed," Rafe said as he stood up and pulled you off the couch.

"Rafe, no, too fat." You grumbled as you felt him try to lift you. "I can do it."

"Baby-"

"I can do it!"

John B and Sarah laugh as you fall back on the couch, obviously too tired to move.

Rafe sighs before bending over and scooping you into his arms.

"Rafe, no-"

"Shhhh," He says, picking you up effortlessly. "Uhm, do you guys need me to-"

"Go," Sarah says with a smile. "We got it."

Rafe offers a small smile before carrying you upstairs to the room the two of you shared. Rose had turned the guest room next to Rafe's room into a nursery. The two rooms sat in a part of the house that was mostly cut off from the rest. It was the perfect little corner for the two of you and your baby while you saved up for your own place.

Rafe laid you down on the bed and pulled the covers over the two of you as he crawled in next to you and cradled your belly. "Get some rest, Mama." He said, placing a kiss on your temple.

"Rafe..." You whispered.

"Yes?"

You could feel his fingers trail over your skin. The way he cared for you and was so gentle and excited for your baby, you couldn't wait anymore. You had to tell him.

"I love you." You say as you look up to meet his eyes.

His breath caught in his throat as he registered your words. "W-what?"

You giggled. "I love you, Rafe. You're amazing. And you're going to be an amazing dad. I know we've been doing this whole pregnancy thing in kind of a weird way but I'd kind of like to be a real a fami-"

Rafe pressed his lips to yours, caressing your cheek as he deepened the kiss. "I've been in love with you for so long," He admitted against your lips. "I want all of this. I want us. I want our baby. I want to be a family."

You smiled at his response. He'd changed so much since you found out you were pregnant. He quit coke. He worked hard. He was constantly at your side making sure you had everything you needed. You practically had to pull him off you so you could go check on John B.

You could see his eyes swelling with tears. "What's wrong, baby?" You asked as you cupped his cheek.

"Nothing," He shook his head as a tear fell from his eye. "I just have my dream girl and I get to meet my fucking daughter soon. My life is perfect."

You couldn't help but tear up at his words. You ran your fingers through his hair as he rested his head on your shoulder. It wasn't long before the two of you drifted off to sleep.

———-

"AHHHHH!" You screamed as you shot up in bed. "Oh my fucking God!"

"What is it baby?!" Rafe asked eagerly as he quickly flipped on the lamp.

"It fucking hurts!" You spit. "Rafe...Rafe I think I'm contracting." You're barely able to get the words out.

"Oh, fuck. Okay!" He yells as he hops out of bed. He opens the door and yells into the hallway. "Dad! Rose!"

"Fuck, FUCK!" You scream.

"Okay, hold on baby, I have your bag." Rafe runs to his closet and pulls out the bag he had packed for you for when the time finally came. "Rose!" He screams again.

"I'm coming! What is it?" She says as her and Ward enter the room. "Oh, okay!"

Rose is by your side instantly, helping you off the bed.

"Ah! I can't-" You say as you fall to the floor. "I can't walk, it hurts so much."

"I got you baby," Rafe says, once again scooping you into his arms with minimal effort.

"Ward, start the car!" Rose commands as she grabs your bag and you all head downstairs.

Rafe climbs into the back seat with you. You dig your nails into his arm as another contraction invades your body.

"It's okay, sweet girl." Rafe says as he presses his lips to your forehead. "Just breathe with me, okay?" He holds your swollen belly up, relieving some of the pressure so you're able to catch your breath.

You can feel the car speeding to the hospital. You can hear Ward and Rose arguing in the front seat. You can feel Rafe wrapped around you, whispering sweetly into your ear. But you couldn't help the black haze that was washing over your vision as you lost consciousness.

"Hey, hey!" Rafe said as he lightly tapped your cheek. "Y/N, baby, stay with me!"

"We're almost there!" Ward says.

"She's unconscious!" Rafe screams.

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Your eyes fluttered open. It was almost painful to keep your eyelids up.

Large windows lined the room, letting in the sunrise. Purple skies as the sun made it's way into view.

You felt so confused. You placed a hand on your belly. No bump. You instantly shot up, panicking at your missing baby bump you had grown so used to.

"Rafe!" You screamed.

"Hey, hey!" Rafe said as he came out of the bathroom, bouncing a tiny human in his arms. "Calm down baby, I'm here. We're here." He smiles as he sits on the bed next to you.

"Is that...is that my daughter?" You ask, taking in her tiny features. She had Rafe's eyes and your lips. A perfect mix of the two of you.

Rafe smiles, moving to place her in your arms. "You did so good, mama."

You hold her gently, tears filling your eyes as she instantly looked for your nipple. You happily fed her, gushing over the fact she knew you were her mother.

"I-I don't even remember."

"It was complicated," Rafe begins, rubbing one hand over your leg and one over her tiny head. "Emergency c-section. Thought I was gonna lose you. But you were so strong."

You couldn't help but cry. A tear falling on your child's cheek but Rafe brushed it away.

"She's been so fussy until now. She doesn't like the bottle." Rafe chuckles.

"How long have a been out?"

"Two days,"

You shudder, realizing you missed the first two days of your child's life.

Rafe pulls himself up to sit behind you. You lean back against his chest as you continue to feed your child. He runs his fingers up and down your arms and places kisses on your temples.

"I love you so much," He whispers.

"I love you too," You said as you felt yourself drift back to sleep. Rafe brought his arms around you to help hold your baby as she finished nursing.

When you woke up again the sun was setting. Rafe was draped over you, snoring softly. Your daughter in a bassinet beside you, sleeping peacefully.

You heard a knock at the door. Rafe shot up, rubbing his eyes as he tried to process what was going on.

"Hmmm, okay." He said, half asleep as he stumbled towards the door.

You felt bad. You knew he'd been doing all of this on his own while you were out. He needed sleep.

"Hey," Rafe said as your family members piled in. You were grateful for the large room.

Rose and Wheezie carried flowers and gifts, placing them on the dresser by the window. Ward followed behind them.

John B and Sarah came in after them with balloons, setting them to the side as they quickly ran to see your baby.

"Jesus," Rafe grumbled as he laid back down beside you. "M' sorry baby. They wouldn't let anyone but me in until today."

You pet his hair and place a kiss on his head as he rests against your shoulder. "It's okay, babe."

You were wide awake now. Rafe tried his best to sit up and interact but you could tell he wasn't going to last long.

John B held your baby as everyone else crowded around him. She was smiling up at him and it made your heart melt.

"So," Sarah asked. "What's her name?"

You turned to Rafe and smiled. He smiled and rubbed his eyes. "Her name is Juliette Lilith Cameron." He announced.

All the girls gushed over the name. John B smiled down at his niece, bouncing her happily.

Ward came around the side of the bed and placed a hand on Rafe's shoulder. "Congratulations, son. You're going to be a great father."

Rafe smiles at his dads words. "Thanks, dad." He gushes. You can't help but tear up. You knew how much Rafe wanted his dad to be proud of him.

After everyone had a turn holding Juliette, Rafe finally ushered them all out, claiming you and baby needed your rest. But in all honesty, you and Juliette were fine. Rafe was the one that needed a break.

After you nursed Juliette and laid her down to sleep, you and Rafe snuggled in your hospital bed, eating mediocre hospital food and watching Family Feud.

"Can I get you anything, baby?" Rafe mumbled against your shoulder, barely able to keep his eyes open.

"Get some sleep, my love." You whisper, placing a kiss on his head.

"Gotta take care of my girls first," He mumbles.

"We're good," You promise him. "We need you to be well rested."

Rafe hums into your skin, wrapping his arm tighter around you but not tight enough to hurt you since you were still healing.

"Love my girls," Was the last thing he said before he drifted off to sleep.

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[babyhatesreality]

The Book was Better

Daddy!Stucky x little f!reader

Warnings: SFW Agere (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name used sparingly, pet names/nicknames, fear of disappointment, a little language, fluff (I mean really do you expect anything less from me? :D)

PLEASE NOTE- THIS STORY IS AGERE AND SFW, THE REST OF MY BLOG IS NOT NECESSARILY SO. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. DO NOT COPY, PLAGIARIZE, OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORKS ONTO ANY SITE. Likes, comments, and reblogs deeply appreciated! 

A/N- for @asittwas, who just gave me the loveliest compliment and reblog. Thank you darling!! To all of you- sorry to be gone so long. Life hopefully is going to ease up for a while.

"Alright puppy, you ready?" Steve said, grinning as he finished tying your shoes.

"YES!" you screamed with joy, flinging yourself forward into his arms. He laughed and tossed you in the air, before bringing you into his chest and nuzzling your cheek lovingly. "Can we please go now pleeeeease?"

"Yup, it's go time! Let's get Daddy and head out."

You wriggled with excitement. You all were going to the zoo today! The day was finally here! They'd been hyping you up for a while over it- not that you needed the help getting excited- and you were nearly exploding for joy, hence Papa carrying you to find Daddy. If he put you down, you were likely to run roughly 9000 laps around the apartment just on adrenaline alone. And while chasing you was a good workout for the both of them, Steve and Bucky had agreed to keep your energy reserved for the zoo.

"What animals are you most excited to see today, little one?" Steve asked, bouncing you playfully as you made your way together to the bedroom. They had asked you the same question every day for the past two weeks, and you had a different answer every time.

You tapped your fingers against your lips, thinking. "Ummmm..." you mumbled as you thought hard. "Da tigers, and da sheep, and...and..." Steve pinched his lips together in amusement at this new combo and waited for you to finish your thought, "....and the DRAGONS!"

Well. That was an entirely new one.

Steve carefully cleared his throat, wanting to get ahead of this now. "Baby," he said gently, slowing down his pace a bit. You frowned and looked down at his feet, speaking before he could gather his thoughts and patting him hard on the shoulder.

"Papa, go faster!"

"Baby, listen-"

"Go faster to Daddy!! Now!!!"

"Hey," Steve said sternly, stopping immediately. You bit your lip, looking contrite. "Are you allowed to talk to me that way?"

"I sorry," you said, abashed. "I excited."

Steve smiled gently and gave you a kiss on the temple in forgiveness as he resumed his journey. "I know you're excited. But I need you to listen right now and be a good girl. Understood?"

"Okay, Papa!"

"Good girl. So...so there will be lots of fun animals at the zoo today, and we'll see them all, okay?"

"Okay!"

"But there might not be all the animals you want. Sometimes that happens."

"But dat's where dey live. In da ZOO. Dey gonna be dere."

"I know, honey," he said patiently, praying that this didn't go off the rails. They had been reading the Hobbit to you, and you had become obsessed with the characters, especially Smaug. He was the ultimate villain in all your playacting recently. Steve and Bucky tried so hard not to destroy your make believe world, but he also didn't want you to get crushed when you didn't see anything close to the dragon in your mind today. "We'll see all the animals that live at the zoo. But some animals don't live at the zoo."

"I know! Dey live all over the world and den some live at the zoo."

"Right. So the zoo doesn't have all the animals in the world. But that doesn't mean that we're not going to have lots of fun, right?"

"Right!"

"Right. So if an animal isn't there, then that's okay, right? Because we're still gonna have fun."

"Yup!"

"Okay, then!" Steve said, knowing he had laid the ground work to help you if you mentioned "dragons" again, and feeling pretty good about it. You two walked into the bedroom just as Bucky was pulling on a baseball cap. You squealed in delight, leaning forward out of Steve's arms towards Bucky. He spun around and effortlessly caught you, giving you a huge kiss on the cheek.

"Alright, Trouble, you ready?" he asked as Steve retrieved his own ballcap. "You ready to see all the animals?"

"Yeah! We gonna see DRAGONS!"

Steve's nervous gaze swung to Bucky's face. Bucky was looking at you impassively, clearly in thought. He turned and smiled gently, and Steve's heart stopped racing for a moment. Surely Bucky would help and say the right thing to you.

"Well, you never know at the zoo," Bucky said with a shrug and a grin. You cheered loudly. He chuckled at the look of astonished betrayal on his husband's face as you all headed out the door.

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It became clear to the both of them that the idea of dragons had taken hold of your little mind and was not letting up. The entire way there, you chatted animatedly about how when you saw the dragon, Papa and Daddy could pretend to be the knights and the kings and the elves and the hobbits from Daddy's book and save you- the beautiful princess- from certain death and then you- who also apparently wielded a convenient bow and arrow- would save all the animals in the zoo and become the Princess of New York City.

When you all went through the front gates, there was a blessed time when they thought they might be off the hook from this whole dragon thing. All the sights captured and held your attention. You were instantly mesmerized by the beautiful tigers, you laughed at the silly monkeys, you followed the paths of the birds and the peacocks being very careful not to scare them, and your eyes had taken on a wonderous look when you actually got to feed a giraffe. The petting zoo part had been a huge hit. They were almost home free, thinking about lunch as you skipped in between them down the path, holding both their hands.

"Can we see da dragons now?" you asked politely out of the blue, after about three hours of not mentioning it once. Steve shot Bucky a nervous look.

"Well, Baby, remember how I said that some animals don't live in zoos?" Steve said carefully

"Yeah, but-"

"Well, love, dragons don't do well in zoos. And this zoo doesn't have any dragons."

"Yes dey-"

"No, no they don't. But we can go see other animals and keep having fun, right?"

"Go see da dragons!"

"There's no dragons to see here, baby. We could go look at the zebras instead, how would you like that?"

You shook your head, planting your feet, which caused them both to stop. You pointed to a sign on the left, letting go of Bucky's hand.

"See? Da dragons is DERE!" you said triumphantly. "I see da word!!" They turned and looked. The sign that you were impetuously pointing to listed reptiles, tortoises, and...Komodo dragons. "See? Dragons!" You snatched Bucky's hand again, pulling them in that direction. "We gotta go!" you hollered joyfully, yanking your daddies as hard as you could to follow you.

"She must have recognized the word from looking at the book," Steve murmured to Bucky as he let you drag him towards the enclosure. "Do you think she's going to be upset when...when she sees it?"

"Only one way to find out," Bucky said, failing to suppress his grin at your stubbornness and determination, and trotting willingly with you. Steve sighed, exasperated, internally grumbling and swearing to himself that if you had a meltdown it was all going to be Bucky's fault.

Once you all got closer, you excitedly asked Bucky to pick you up in a hushed voice, knowing that dragons could hear intruders into their caves. You wanted a better view for your first time seeing a live dragon.

Steve watched your face very carefully as the three of you approached the large viewing area. He watched as your brow wrinkled in confusion. He heard you whisper to Bucky.

"Where is da treasure?"

Bucky, to his credit, answered quickly, having worked on his game plan all along. "Probably inside," he whispered back. "You know, so the other dragons and zoo people don't steal it. He's got it hidden extra extra good."

"Dat makes sense," you said, nodding wisely. You craned your neck, holding tightly onto Bucky as he tried to hold in a snicker. "How's come we see outsides and not a cave like da book?" was your next question.

"Because we don't want to go into the cave and get burned up, do we?"

"OH! No, don't want dat."

"I didn't think you did."

"But den how's he gonna come out?" You pointed to the opening in the rock. "Is too small."

Bucky was saved by a lizard in that moment. He didn't have a good answer to that one, but luckily the Komodo dragon chose to make his appearance right then. Both Steve and Bucky turned their faces to watch you as your jaw dropped in utter astonishment. The Komodo dragon took his sweet time stepping out of the enclosure, his long tongue flicking the air around him.

"What's he doing?" you asked in an awed voice.

"He's got the scent of something," Bucky whispered back, actually knowing the real answer here. "He senses and tastes something in the air and he's trying to figure out what it is."

"Ohhhhh," you breathed in wonder. Your eyes took in every inch of that Komodo dragon, your little body jolting with surprise or glee anytime the lizard moved. After about three minutes of you being nearly catatonic with joy at finally seeing a dragon, you turned to Bucky again, confusion crossing your face.

"Is bigger in da book," you commented as you tried to figure out why this dragon was so small.

Bucky couldn't help the snort of laughter at that moment, but as your little frown deepened just a bit, he passed it off as a cough then turned very seriously to you. "This must be a baby dragon," he explained in a lofty voice that was clearly supposed to be a stab at a scholarly approach. "A big dragon probably wouldn't agree to live at the zoo."

"But, den where is his daddy dragon? Is he gonna come back?" you asked anxiously.

"Oh yeah, of course," Bucky said without missing a beat. Steve suppressed a smile, knowing that NOW Bucky was mentally sweating bullets. Then, damn it all, Bucky once again dug himself out of the hole. "You know what? This is probably a distraction," Bucky whispered conspiratorially to you.

"Distra...districta...a what?"

"A distraction. The daddy dragon is guarding the real treasure, while the baby dragon makes everyone come look at him because he's so cute and sweet. No one will think to go looking for their treasure because the baby dragon distracts them!"

"Dat is so SMART!" you gasped in agreed. "Smart dragons! Like da books!!"

"Yup, exactly like the books."

You looked back at the Komodo dragon, smiling ear to ear, then turned back to both your daddies.

"Da book was better," you declared happily, then nodded sagely as if the matter was now closed. "Can we go see zebras?"

You all had a delightful rest of the day at the zoo, seeing all the animals, and that night you cheerfully went to bed without a fuss at the promise of a story with your daddies starring as the knights of New York who saved you from the dragon.

And for the rest of your lives, occasionally Steve or Bucky would turn to each other and quietly say "Eh, the book was better," making the each other laugh to the point of joyful tears.

[talaok]

If you’re taking requests I could kill for some Pedro fluff !! I’m thinking maybe sick reader and over protective Pedro. It’s been a ROUGH week and Pedro fics are how I’m surviving all of my autoimmune issues rn 😅

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x sick!reader

Warnings: just fluffity fluff

A/n: girl, I'm sorry to hear that, here's a much too short fic that I hope will make you feel better(sorry I took so long)

The stupid pot was taking an eternity to fill, meanwhile, you could feel your legs ready to give in.

Once the water was finally enough you closed the tap and forced your body to step towards the stove.

Unwillingly, it did, but you still had to rest your elbow on the counter and give your head a rest as you turned the stove on.

Your brain felt about to explode from how much it hurt, it was as if a million splinters were loose in your cranium, and you couldn't do absolutely anything about it besides praying for it to stop together with your runny nose and your sore throat.

What a shitshow, you sighed, feeling your eyelids closing on their own accord when the front door opened.

"hola mi amor" Pedro half-shouted from the entrance, making you groan.

Too loud babe, too loud

"hey" he greeted again, entering the kitchen, but his expression changed immediately the moment he saw you doubled over the counter "hey, what happened?" he asked, concerned, as he rushed to you, his hand going to your back to try and soothe you.

" 'm sick" you responded with a creaky voice

"Wha-when? Why didn't you call me?"

you couldn't help but laugh a bit "I'm fine baby"

"you don't seem fine" he scolded "What are you even doing up?"

"I wanted tea"

he scoffed, done with you "You should have called me"

"to make tea?" you laughed, forcing yourself to stand up.

He put his hands on your waist, gently bringing you closer

"Yes. To make tea" he nodded, inching closer "and to take care of anything else you might need" he explained, going in for a kiss.

"no kisses" you stopped him "You're gonna get sick too"

"I don't care, sweetheart, 'just want to kiss my sick little lady," he said, making you roll your eyes, as you regardless accepted his lips on yours.

"now" he said, as he moved some hair out your face "go lie down"

"what about the tea?"

"I'll make the tea"

"I'm not dying Pedro, I can make some t-"

you weren't able to finish the sentence as you felt your feet being lifted from the ground. You let out a small yelp as he picked you up bridal style.

"Baby!" you whined, hitting his chest "I can walk"

"doesn't mean you should" He didn't give your complaints any mind as he walked you to the bedroom.

He kicked the door open and laid you down on the bed.

"here," he said, covering your body with the sheets "I don't want to see you getting up anymore alright?"

You smiled, looking up at him "What if I have to pee?"

He shook his head, grinning "We'll figure that out" he said, bending down to kiss your forehead "Rest now, I'll bring you the tea as soon as it's ready"

" alright" you mumbled, relishing in the feeling of your bed

"Are you hungry?" he murmured sweetly

"mh-mh" you nodded

"I'll make you some soup" he decided

"I don't want soup"

"what do you want?"

You thought about it

"Pizza"

"pizza?" He asked, chuckling

"Yes pizza" You nodded

"Whatever my pretty lady desires" he kissed you "I'll order it right away, you stay put."

[sturn-saturn]

don't worry, darling

pairing: fempregnant!reader x chris

synopsis: y/n is afraid of raising a baby girl

warnings: tears, angst??, fluff, small mention of blood

a/n: wrote this real quick, hope you like it!!

you both met when you were 7 years old. you tripped trying to chase your ball which caused you to scrape your knee. you see a boy run to you who looks about your age.

"are you alright?" he asks holding his hand out.

you take his hand and he helps you up.

"i think so. my knees bleeding though."

"come on. i'll help you to your mom" he smiles "i'm chris by the way!"

"i'm y/n" you said shyly.

"oh y/n honey! what happened to your knee!?" i hear my mom exclaim as chris and i walk towards her.

"i fell and this is chris, he helped me up!" you smile back and forth at him and my mom.

"thank you for helping her chris that was very nice of you!" my mom says

"you're welcome! feel better y/n" he smiles as he runs back to the playground.

years later...

"it's crazy to think how we met because you scraped your knee" he says rubbing your belly with one hand and holding the steering wheel with the other.

you're 19 weeks pregnant with your first baby and you both are currently on the way to the park you first met in as kids for your gender reveal, just the two of you.

"what do you think they'll be?" you ask.

"hopefully a healthy happy baby"

"i hope so" you smile

chris parks the car and he walks over to you side to help you out the car. you walk, hand in hand, to a picnic table under the shade and unpack the cake from the box. you brought plastic knives and plates as well as forks.

"are you ready y/n?"

"to tell you the truth, no but let's do it."

chris holds the knife and you put your hand on top of his. you close your eyes and cut into the cake together. you feel your heart pounding out of your chest at the moment and i'm sure chris feels the same.

you finally pick up the slice of cake and place it on a plate.

"okay we open our eyes in 3...2...1..." he says

you open your eyes to look at the plate and you see a layer of pink frosting between the two layers of cake.

"A GIRL. I'M GONNA BE A GIRL DAD. Y/N WE'RE HAVING A GIRL!" he yells excitedly and hugs you.

tears start to flood dow your face and you throw your head in your hands with a wave of emotion coming over me.

"baby whats wrong?" he asks pulling you close.

"i'm scared chris"

"hey, hey, hey, it'll be fine, the doctors can give you an epidural and just listen to what they tell you to do in order to get through it."

"not about birth chris, about h-having a girl. i'm scared of raising a girl. i'm scared of bringing her into this world and i'm scared we wont be able to p-protect her." you sob.

"don't worry, darling. we'll protect her, we'll love her, and we'll teach her all she needs to know. she's gonna be amazing just like her mama." he kisses the side of your head and rubs your arm.

"you know, your parents did a great job raising you." you smiled up at him wiping your tears. "from the moment you helped me up when i fell, i knew i would love you for the rest of my life.”

[starsomens]

Reader and Noah on the day of their wedding!!

Like maybe from their povs? Like individual? Maybe they do a first look or one of them gets nervous so one of them goes to the other end they hold hands without looking, you know what I mean???

If you understand thank you love😭

A/N: AHHH so adorable! I guess I kinda mushed 2 ideas together??

You were pacing back and forth in the dressing room of the venue, nerves getting the better of you. Your makeup was flawless, your hair styled perfectly. The dress? It hugged your figure like a dream, making you feel like royalty. Yet, amidst this perfection, you were a bundle of nerves. Your hands trembled, the words of your vows tangled on your tongue, and you couldn't believe you were sweating enough to risk your makeup.

"Y/N, you're going to do just fine!" "we'll be there to remind you anyway!" "Noah's gonna love anything you say to him hon"

It was undeniable that your friends were an incredible support system during such a time. As you reviewed your vows, you hoped to recite them from memory, yet you were very aware that the paper would be necessary. Amidst your reading, your phone vibrated on the table. Approaching, you noticed Nick was calling. The plan was for you and Noah to stay out of contact before the wedding, but it seemed Noah had assigned Nick to keep in touch with you, just in case.

"Hello?"

"hey Y/N..so we may have a bit of a situation and the ceremony starts in an hour," Nick gets right to the point "nothing bad just nerves..."

Crap.

"Can I talk to him Nick?" You asked starting to worry about your soon to be husband

"Well that's what I was going to ask," he says "he wanted to know if you two can meet?"

"Meet? But-"

"I know, the seeing part but just trust me on this. Neither of you will see one another but I think he really just needs to be in your presence right now..." you sigh feeling as if this was a bad omen (HA). What if he was getting cold feet? What if he didn't want to marry at all??

You take a deep breath and sigh "Alright Nick, I trust you. Where should I meet you guys?" you ask him

"We'll come to you, don't worry. See you soon," he said, and abruptly, the call ended. Despite the slight dilemma, you were relieved that Nick was there to assist him. You informed the girls about the situation and mentioned that you might need the room to yourself. About ten minutes later, a knock on your door prompted you to answer it. As you cracked open the door, you found no one there. It seemed odd, and just as you were about to step out, you heard Noah's voice.

“I’m here babe…..” he stuck his hand out to the right where he was hiding behind the wall where you couldn’t see him. Very, very clever, you take his hand in yours and lean against the frame

"Hey...." you said softly "what's going on baby? talk to me..." you gave him a small squeeze coxing him to speak

"I uh...I was practicing my vows and I was listening to my words and I just though like....how....what if....I can't live up to what...I want to give you?" he sighs

"What...what do you mean hon?"

"I mean...I want to give you everything you want and deserve, I want to be the best partner, I just want you to be happy and keep you happy.....what if I fail? What if I make you miserable instead?"

Oh God… this poor man. The urge to giggle at his concerns was there, but it was overshadowed by heartache over his lack of self-belief. You understood that marriage was a significant leap and wouldn't be flawless. Yet, it was him you wanted to brave it with, and no one else.

"Noah, darling…" you exhale deeply, intertwining his fingers with yours, "Do you remember our anniversary? You had this grand idea planned, but then it rained, our reservation fell through, and we just headed back home to order pizza, remember?"

"Yeah…" It wasn't his proudest moment; he had wanted to make it special, but it felt as though the world was against that. "I'm still sorry about that—"

"It was one of my favorite dates. Nothing was overpriced or extreme, and I always laugh and smile when I recall us getting caught in the rain together," you say, smiling at the memory of both of you giggling in the rain after being told your reservation was canceled. You both stood outside the restaurant, laughing under the downpour. "And how you indulged me with a kiss in the rain, just like in the movies. I remember sharing the story with my friends and feeling so giddy about the memory. The way you kissed and held me in the rain, and then we chose our favorite movie to watch afterward…"

“…did you actually like it?” He asked

"Apart from the proposal, it's my favorite memory of us. You don't need to be perfect because you already are perfect to me. Every flaw, every habit, everything you think you need to improve—I love all of it… I love you so much, Noah," he said softly, giving his hand a squeeze. You knew that sometimes he underestimated himself. He works tirelessly, striving to improve, yet he doesn't give himself enough credit, and that extends to everything he does in your relationship.

"our marriage won't be perfect, but it doesn't mean we won't work it out together, okay?"

"y-yeah...okay princess.." you hear a slight sniff

"Awhhh baby are you crying?"

"N-no! I have allergies!" Your only response was to giggle at his defense. You knew he could be emotional yet still try to conceal it. Raising your hand, you waited for him to notice your signal. He understood all too well and leaned his face into your hand. As your thumb gently caressed his cheekbone, he relaxed into your touch, turning his face to kiss your palm.

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't you dare apologize, Noah, instead I want you to wait or me at the alter and know that I'll be there...okay?"

“Okay……I love you Y/N.”

“I love you Noah….”

You both hesitantly let each other’s hands go knowing that the ceremony would be starting in about 20 minutes. However, matter, you’ve had this encounter with your soon to be husband, it was cut down to about 10. Which meant that Noah was now running down to the altar and you were putting on your finishing touches, grabbing your bouquet and making your way down to the entrance door.

First, the groomsmen and the bridesmaids walked down the aisle. You wait your turn, praying and hoping to whatever God or entity there is that you wouldn’t trip down the aisle and forget your vowels. All thoughts were followed by the flashing cameras provided by Bryan to capture some behind-the-scenes. Waving his hand above his head so that you can look his way and smile. Noah may or may have not told him to get extra pictures of you so that he can have to remember.

And now finally, it was time for you to walk down the aisle as the song you picked starts playing. Jolly had actually done the honors of playing the guitar of the song you and Noah had dedicated to yourselves and your relationship everyone as you start to walk down the aisle. Everybody in all and all smiles as they see you, enter with your gorgeous dress and a beautiful bouquet to match.

All of these eyes were trained on you, but all you could focus on was Noah the way he smiled and how his face would come down over his eyes as he tried to hold his back. Especially when it came to displaying his emotions in public, Noah was very good at it except for today. Today he saw the woman of his dreams, walking towards him, looking absolutely stunning in that moment as you make your last few steps to him and take his hand he cannot understand how someone like him so someone like you.

The song ends, and everybody takes a seat as the officiant speaks.

“We are here today witness the union between Noah and Y/N. Now, before we get to the vows, Noah had asked me to let you all know that despite his expression down, he is crying like a baby” your friends and family giggle as the officiant narrates Noah’s in her monologue “however, my part is going to be short. These two tell each other exactly what it is like to be in love,”

That was your signal to start

“Noah, you came into my life when I was in pieces and put me back together. He saw me for all of my broken heart and left me anyway. It didn’t scare you but it made you stay and I love you for that,” you take a breath as you blink away the tears and continue to speak “ Noah. You are my best friend and there is no one in this world. I would rather spend the rest of my life with I promise stay up late and wait for you to get home, I promise to make waffles with you the day you’re home after tour, but above all else I promise to love you endlessly even on the days that you don’t love yourself I will love you in your place”

No caresses the back of your palm with his thumb as he quietly mouths “Thank you baby,”

Noah then pulls out a paper slip that he had in the pocket of his tux and starts to read.

“ When I first met Y/N, I was actually way too scared to go and talk to her. So what I did was when her and her friend were looking, I threw a napkin with my name and number on it, hoping that she would text me, great plan right?” The crowd chuckles “ but somehow she found my social media instead because your friend is a damn FBI agent. I am so glad that she did, because now I don’t hesitate for a moment when it comes to her. I knew I was first together. I wanted you to be with me for the rest of our lives. I wanted to be the one to make you smile, the one to make you laugh and the ones to love you until my dying breath” you can already tell that you were crying, and you just didn’t care if it would mess up your make up. Hearing his declaration of love was enough to make you like a baby

“Y/N, you are the light of my life, and my reason to keep going. Even in death, I will find you and continue to hold and love you. And even in our next lives, I will find you again and love you more and more each time….i love you so so much…”

At this point, everyone in the crowd, including the officiant, were tears and moved by your words of love.

“ I think it’s very clear with the answers are but Noah do you take Y/N to be your wife as long as you both shall live ?”

“I fucking do”

“And do you Y/N, take Noah to be your husband for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do…”

“Then By the power invest of me, but the state of California, I am not your husband in life. You may kiss the bride.”

Noah did not have to be told twice as he pulled you in close by your waist. His other hand coming to the back of your head as he crashes his lips onto yours. Your friends and family, roaring and celebration, as collapse, and she filled the room. But in the moment, everything went silent as you and Noah had finally, tied the knot pull back slightly and whispers to you

“ Mrs. Sebastian now…”

“ you’re my husband now,”

“Yes I am,” he smiles as he goes in for another kiss. Finally, you were his and he was yours.

[kyleoreillylover]

Beat Them or Join Them

Jey Uso x Reader

Summary: Jey has been trying to get you, his best friend to join him in The Bloodline. Will tonight finally be the night you listen to him?

TW: Typical wrestling violence, reader going to the medics.

A/N: The Jey bug got me, he is just too damn fine for me not to write for! 😫 Hope you guys like this! 😙

Jey watched as you got ready in the locker room, your SmackDown Women's Championship resting on a nearby table. You and Jey had been best friends for years, and he respected and admired your independence. But lately, he had been persistent in trying to convince you to join the Bloodline. He had this burning desire to protect you, and he knew he couldn't do it alone from the sidelines.

"Hey sweetheart.” he began, leaning against the doorframe. "You know how strong we are together. Roman, Jimmy, Solo, me... We could dominate this whole place."

You smirked, raising an eyebrow. "I like doing things my way, Jey. You know that."

Jey smiled, shaking his head. "Yeah, I do. But think about it. Together, we'd be unstoppable. The family backing you.”

You playfully rolled your eyes. "Being friends with Roman, Jimmy and Solo is enough ‘family’ for me."

Jey laughed, knowing you had your own reasons. "Alright, alright, I won't bug you about it too much. Just remember, it’s always an option. And I’ll have your back either way. ”

You smiled at him. He was too sweet. “I've got a title to defend tonight against Asuka. But-" Your smile widened when he grinned in anticipation. "-you can keep trying to sway me after I kick her ass. I promise.”

He nodded, still grinning widely. He moved past you and grabbed the title off of the table. You thought he would hand it to you, but he shook his head. "Nah, turn around." You rose a brow but complied. You felt his arms wrap around you as he leaned down to your height, feeling his cool hands on your skin while he fastened the championship around your waist.

You giggled when he playfully tugged at the strap of your title, swatting his hands away. He laughed with you, opening the door for you

“Now, you can kick some ass.”

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The match was intense, and despite your determination, Asuka's offense was relentless. Neither of you let up. Just when you thought you had her right where you wanted her, Asuka's mist caught you off guard, blurring your vision. Despite the burning in your eyes, you managed to flip her over and roll her up for the win. The pain was intense though, and you were helped backstage by the medical team.

Jey rushed to the ring, concern etched on his face as he supported you. "You alright, sweetheart?"

You winced, leaning on him for support. "Damn, that mist stings like hell."

In the medical area, you cursed and fumed, furious at both the pain and Asuka. Jey held onto your arm, his touch grounding you amidst the chaos. "Easy, girl.”he said, his voice soothing. "You got the dub, and we'll deal with Asuka later."

Asuka's taunts still echoed in your mind, her words gnawing at your temper. "I'm gonna rip her apart, Jey. Nobody messes with me like this."

Jey's hand cupped your cheek, his touch calming you. "I get it, uce. But you're a champ. You still won. You're stronger than this."

Your anger slowly subsided as you took deep breaths, your focus shifting from the pain to Jey's presence. "Thanks, Jey. You always know how to calm me down."

He grinned, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "That's what I’m here for."

You hesitated, looking at him thoughtfully. "You really want me to join the Bloodline, don't you?"

Jey nodded, his expression serious. "We're a family, you are my family, babygirl. We look out for each other. Imagine what we could accomplish together."

You sighed, leaning your head against his shoulder. "I'll think about it, okay? But no promises."

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around you protectively. "That's all I ask."

The adrenaline faded, the meds kicked and you let your eyes close, letting yourself relax in the arms of the person you trusted the most.

Jey looked down at your sleeping form and he couldn’t help but smile at you. You looked precious, even while sleeping. And he knew then and there that he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if you got hurt.

He tightened his arms around you, bringing you closer to him, and promised himself that even if you didn’t join the Bloodline, whatever decision you decide to make, that he would protect you with his life either way, his family be damned.

[butterphii]

Just Us

Help Me (Part 1)

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TW: Fake relationship, sexual tension, kissing, happiness, mostly fluff, secret crush

Note: First Jake series! Thank you @anyalikeslasagna for helping me so much through this part, it's gonna be a pretty mid length series, probably about 10 or less parts. Enjoy! ^^

-------------------Jake Peralta------------------

You were in your quiet and quaint apartment, soft music playing from your speaker as you cleaned and danced, a knock came rapping at your door.

You stopped the music with a call out, running to answer your door. As you opened the door, you saw Jake right outside with a tight, sparkly purple dress. "Hey, what's up? What's that for?" You asked, reaching for it before he pulled it away. "Let me in and I'll tell you," He said pushing you over and rummaging through your fridge. "You have nothing but junk in here!" He whined. "It's literally all the food groups, Jake. You just wouldn't know that because you only eat chips and drink only orange soda." You groaned. "True dat!" He chuckled to your reply. He sat on the couch, twiddling his fingers.

"Whats wrong?" You asked, handing him the bag of kettle cooked potato chips you had. "Well, you know how we're like besties and people usually think we're dating? Well I might..." He paused. "Have told the squad you were my girlfriend and that you'd come with me to the party with them tonight." He spoke quickly. You were quiet for a minute, trying to process the words that just came out of his mouth. "So I have to go to a party with your colleagues, whom of which I've NEVER MET, and pretend to DATE YOU?" You asked, angry he did that and never told you but happy you'd finally get to "date" Jake.

"Yeah..don't be mad, just come with me! It's gonna be ok! You're awesome, I'm totally awesome, and we'll be perfect together." He grinned. That was a sentence you've longed to hear.

"Fine. But, we need to discuss boundaries. I'm only going because I don't want you to embarrass yourself in front of your 'dad'." You were referring to the captain that Jake used to hate but now loves. "Alright! So's, what can I do an' what can't I do?" He asked, rubbing his sweaty palms on his knees.

"You can call me cute names, just nothing dumb, so like babe, baby, and dear is fine, no babydoll or baby girl." You exclaimed in disgust. "You can hold my hand, hip, and shoulder, no ass pokes. Kissing is good too, jus' no sexual jokes or anything, except your usual." The words slipped from your mouth easily. "I'm good with all of those. But, is holding you close to me ok? Like, pulling you by the waist, I guess." He asked, his cheeks a soft pink glow, his hand rubbing the back of his neck vigorously. You nodded to his question, handing him the TV remote. "Stay as long as you want, since we've gotta get into character." You told him, grabbing his hand and pulling him up off the couch.

"Ok, let me try this, just so you know, it's all fake," He smiled. "Don't take it like I'd really do this to you." A chuckle escaped his smile. You grinned at him, letting him do his thing.

He wrapped his arm around your waist, one hand resting on your lower back and the other on your upper, close to your neck. Your breath hitched, core aching. His hand moved its way to the back of your neck, pulling you close and your head up to reach his, and pressing a kiss to your lips.

His lips were soft. The kiss was softer. It was endearing. He had you pulled all the way up to his own body, a soft bulge growing under where your own pussy lay, crying for the feeling of it inside you.

He released your lips, looking into your eyes. His gorgeous brown eyes glimmering in the warm lighting of your apartment. "Was that good? Believable?" He asked, letting your body go. "Uh-Yeah. That's good." You smiled, the empty feeling filling your heart.

"Party's at 7, I'll pick you up. Wear this dress and uhh..black heels. I'll see you later, Princess." The last word was dragged out. You never said it was allowed, but you never said it wasn't. It made your heart flutter and your body warm. You grabbed the dress excitedly and skipped to your bedroom to pick out the rest of your outfit.

[bellezaycafe]

Get Your Shit Together - Chapter 3

genre: 2024 Season AU

pairing: there will be romance but I haven't finalised who yet. platonic! oc x literally the whole grid.

warnings: swearing

context: Sadie, a 20 year old university student from Melbourne, decided to take a gap year and volunteer at 2 Formula One races in different countries.

Sadie's Faceclaim: Maia Mitchell (but you can visualise her howver you want :) )

comments: I guess this is a series now. I'm keeping the title Get Your Shit Together because I think Sadie is the kind of person who pretends to have her shit together but doesn't, so she helps everyone else get theirs together.

Part 1 | Masterlist

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Max Verstappen was in a paddock interview when someone caught his eye. Dark brown hair, round face, sharp nose and a confident aura that compared to no others.

“Wait- hang on. Lewis, Lewis.” The older man looked over and his gaze followed Max’s pointed finger. “Mate, is that who I think it is?”

“Yeah mate, I think so.” Lewis’ smile only grew as he agreed.

“Who are you pointing too?” the interviewer asked.

Max hoped that she was just out of view of the cameras as he said, “the volunteer from Australia. The good one.”

He didn’t know how else to explain his respect for her in English; to him, she was good.

“It’ll be good to finally learn her name,” Lewis mused, scratching at his neat stubble.

“None of you know her name?” The reporter asked.

“No,” Lewis said into Max’s microphone. “I never had the chance to find her after the interviews.”

“I saw her the next day, I apologised for my behaviour to her,” Max commented. “But I forgot to ask her for her name.”

The reporter shook his head. “Alright well, thank you both for your time.”

Max nodded respectfully while Lewis said, “thank you.”

Then they both charged through the crowd towards the last place they saw the woman.

“Bets on her name?” Lewis asked.

“I don’t know. Something very Australian?”

“I feel like she’s a Layla or a Nira.”

"I think it's Sadie," came Lando's voice as he squished himself between the champions. "I asked Dave, one of the McLaren staff."

But when they reached the spot she had been, she'd vanished.

Max frowned and tried to use his height to see her but it was hopeless. Lewis pulled his phone out of nowhere and dialed a number. Lando just sat on the edge of a nearby pot plant.

"Heya," Lewis said into his phone. "I'm gonna need a paddock pass for our garage."

A pause.

"No, ass. I haven't found someone for the weekend and I don't intend to. It's for the girl from Melbourne, the volunteer George told you about... Yes, I know Carmen wants to meet her, that's why I'm asking you for a paddock pass."

Lando laughed from his seat, something boisterous and loud that had surrounding staff glancing over. Max was glad to hear his laugh again, it had been too long since they had hung out.

"No, I don't know her last name. I haven't even confirmed her first name... I can't ask her, she's not in front of me... I don't know where she is, we saw her from a distance... Max and Lando... Alright, fine. We'll find her."

Lewis hung up and sighed with a glance to the sky.

"They won't give you a pass?" Max guessed.

"They need her name first."

"Did you see who she was with?" Lando asked.

"Yeah," Lewis said. "Some paramedics. I recognised Mark, he's been the on call medic for years."

Max mulled over the fact he hadn't noticed anyone around her. He also mulled over the excitement little Lando Norris was trying to squash.

"I know where the medic tent is." He almost leapt up from his perch.

Lewis gave Max a knowing smirk as they disappeared into the crowd.

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Sadie had no idea they had seen her. She was hoping that none of the drivers would remember her. She still hadn't seen their interviews from Melbourne and was clueless about the actions the FIA had taken to hand out penalties directly after the race.

"Hungry?" Mark, a middle-aged paramedic with greying blonde hair and smile lines besides his eyes, asked.

"I am starving, please tell me there is somewhere I can get a decent sanga."

Mark frowned. "Sanga?"

"Sandwich," Sadie corrected. She was almost bouncing as she spotted the food trucks.

"You Australian's are weird," Mark commented but he couldn't hide his smile.

"And you English are uncultured," she returned.

She liked Mark, they'd met yesterday during practices and clicked. He was her supervisor during the free practice sessions and qualifying but she'd stuck by his side off track too. He didn't mind, he knew she was there, on the other side of the world, alone, to work for a sport she loved.

He'd told her at the volunteer's group dinner last night that she was living the dream he had wanted to at 20. He'd had a couple wines and would not shut up about how much his wife would love to meet her.

"Mark, what do you want?" she called over her shoulder as the reached the sandwich truck. When he didn't reply, she glanced behind her.

He was 100 metres back, talking to none other than Sir Lewis Hamilton. Sadie turned back around, remembering their interaction in Melbourne.

Another body stepped up beside her, swathed in bright orange.

Correction: Papaya.

Sadie didn't turn, assuming it was a McLaren employee looking fro some early lunch.

"It's a surprise to see you here." Lando offered the icebreaker.

She turned at his voice and fought to keep her composure. His brown curls swished as he turned his head towards her.

"I didn't think you'd remember me," she said truthfully. Sadie focused her eyes on the bridge of his nose as she spoke, she didn't want to meet those ever-changing eyes. She'd already noted that they matched the day's grey sky.

"Most of us did." The driver shrugged. "Carmen, George's partner, wants to meet you. Lewis is trying to get you Mercedes paddock passes."

Sadie groaned at that, stepping closer to the food truck as the line moved forwards. "I'm not stepping near any of your garages unless I'm doing my job. Too many cameras, too many people."

Lando laughed. "Understandable, but Lewis is determined."

Sadie paused for a moment as the line moved again. "How about, I will come and meet George and Carmen after the race? I'll meet Carmen while Lewis and George do their interviews and debriefs?"

The same brown curls swayed as Lando nodded. "I think they'll agree to that. All the cameras will be focused on the interviews and top three."

Sadie made an 'exactly' gesture and stepped up to the food truck with a goodbye wave.

By the time she had ordered her sandwich and Mark's signature wrap, the drivers had finished speaking with the paramedic.

He joined her while they waited.

"You never told me it was you who scolded Max in Melbourne," Mark noted.

Sadie muttered a curse. "I was hoping that everyone had forgotten about that. I lost my temper and I'm not proud of it."

"Lewis said that you stood up for yourself."

"I scolded him like a school teacher."

"You did call him a child."

"Angry, remember?"

"Sandwich and wrap for Sadie!" the food vendor shouted.

She stepped up, collected their food and handed her wrap to Mark.

"I didn't tell anyone about it because don't like media attention," she told him. "I hate how how the media follow the drivers. They have to fight for a private life, and I hate that. Max was angry, I was angry, and that interaction was something between the drivers and I. It had nothing to do with the fan's consumption of the race."

Mark hummed his agreement around his wrap.

"The media circus doesn't know what happened, and they don't need to. His reaction was fair, and they don't need to be involved."

Sadie watched something pass over Mark's face but she couldn't place what it was. She devoured her sandwich instead.

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Please let me know about how you feel about the direction this thing is going!!

[bbrissonn]

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 - 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡

☆⋆｡°‧★ in which the two teenagers make their feelings about the other clear

☆⋆｡°‧★ will smith x dahlia monroe

☆⋆｡°‧★ wc: 2.5k

☆⋆｡°‧★ au masterlist

it had now been almost week since dahlia and will's pizza dinner. the two freshmen had hung out pretty much everyday since then. meeting in the library right before the boy had to go to practice, meeting for dinner after, and if they were not together, they were always texting.

tonight, the eagles were hosting michigan state. they were playing on a thursday, which dahlia did not really understand since they always played during the weekend. the two had agreed to meet up at a small cafe before will had to start getting ready.

"hey." the boy said, sitting down next to the girl. she had been sitting at a long table against the window, giving her a perfect view of all the trees turning beautiful shades of reds, oranges and yellows. she had been so busy writing down her notes that she had not even noticed the boy walking in.

"hi." she answered with a smile as will handed her a coffee, pressing a small kiss to her temple before letting his eyes look down at her notes.

"what on earth is that?"

"it's for my african world class."

"and you actually understand half the words you're writing down?" the boy asked confused as he started reading her notes. her handwriting was messy, but perfect at the same time.

"yes, william, i do. unlike you, when i go to class, i listen to what my teachers say instead of sleeping and asking someone who's not even in my class for help." the girl sassed, taking her notes away from him.

for the last couple of days, their library meeting had mainly been tutoring sessions for the boy. dahlia was somehow capable of picking up with he was learning for his major quicker than he was. her statement earned her a glare from the boy besides her.

"it's not my fault i got stuck with all the early classes."

"but it is your fault for being tired because you stayed up late."

"i stay up late because of you!" he reasoned, making the girl scoff.

"i'm not forcing you to stay up and talk to me, will. if you're tired just go sleep. i'm not gonna die."

"whatever." the boy mumbled. he turned his body so he was facing the window, a small pout on his face as he crossed him arms over his chest.

"don't pout." dahlia said, poking his check and kissing it. "you're too pretty to pout, willy." she added without realizing what she was saying. will's pout became a smirk as his eyes looked over at hers.

"you think i'm pretty?"

"shut up." the girl blushed, looking away as will let out a chuckle. one of his arm went to the back of her chair as he moved to he was facing her.

"don't be shy now!" he said, his smirk still present on his face. still, the girl did not move or say anything else, making will chuckle slightly. "alright, alright, we'll talk about something else. how was your day?"

"fine." the girl mumbled, her eyes looking up from her lap, but still avoiding the boy's gaze.

"you had your favourite class today, i doubt it was just fine, dahls." the boy pushed, making dahlia roll her eyes while butterflies flew around in her stomach. she loved it when he called her that.

"i got paired for a project with one of the dumbest guy i've ever met. he's so full of himself." the girl complained with an eye roll as her mind went back to the conversation she had with him earlier. he had made it quite clear that he wanted to do the least work possible since he was so busy with lacrosse.

"switch partners?"

"already tried. my professor said if i want to switch i have to find someone who wants to switch. no one wanted to, and i understand why." the girl sighed before sipping on her coffee. it was going to be a long couple of weeks.

"i'm sorry." the boy frowned. he knew dahlia took her studies very seriously, and this guy was clearly not going to be of any help to her.

"don't be. at least we're getting individual grades, so if he does nothing it's going to be his problem. we'll just get a shitty one for the presentation part."

"well, if it makes you feel any better, i'm sure you're gonna get an amazing grade. like always." the boy said with a soft smile, making the girl look over at him with a smile of her own.

"you guys winning would make feel a little better too."

"oh, so now you care about sports?"

"no." the girl laughed. "but if you guys lose again, you'll be all moody like last week and-"

"i wasn't moody!" will exclaimed, cutting the girl off. dahlia let out a giggle as she looked over at him with a shocked expression.

"you totally were! you were frowning the whole night until we got to eat."

"i was hungry." the smith boy said, trying his hardest to defend himself.

"more like hangry." dahlia whispered under he breath, making will send a playful glare her way.

"whatever." he sassed, making dahlia chuckle. "we're winning tonight, i can feel it."

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dahlia's voice rang loudly in violette's ears had the final buzzer echoed in the forum. the guys had won 6-4 against the spartans, will getting a goal and two assists. the two teens had agreed to meet up at the same spot as they did last time after game, violette sending a wink towards her best friend as the two parted ways.

after almost fourty minutes of waiting, the blond boy eventually appeared. dahlia was quick to make her way to him, a wide grin on her face. she was wearing a plain eagles sweatshirt with a pair of jeans, she looked adorable, but will really wished she was wearing his jersey instead.

the hockey player felt butterflies in his stomach as her arms wrapped around his neck, her giggle echoing in his ear as he picked her up slightly. her perfume was the only thing he could smell, and he was obsessed with it. he did not really know what the sent was exactly, but it was soft and comforting to him.

"you did amazing, oh my god!" she grinned as will put her down, but that did not mean their hug ended. instead, the smith boy brought the girl even closer to him, if that was even possible.

"yeah?"

"yeah! and you guys won!"

"i'm really glad you're here, dahls." the boy whispered after a couple of seconds of silence. dahlia smiled against his neck, her arms holding him even tighter than before. "means a lot."

"you make it to not wanna come, wills. you're amazing, like really amazing." the girl answered, making the boy pull back a bit, but their arms stayed around the other.

"to be honest, i've been trying a lot harder the last couple of games." he said, making dahlia confused.

"why?"

"there's a pretty girl i'm trying to impress." will flirted, leaning his forehead down to meet dahlia's. he had a wide grin on his face as dahlia's eyes avoided his, a deep blush appearing on her cheek.

"yeah?"

"yeah. think it's working?"

"i think... she wants you to kiss her." the girl said, catching both of them off guard. dahlia had never ever said something so straight forward to a guy before, especially not something like this. one of will's hand moved from her waist to her face, cupping her cheek.

"is she sure?" the blond asked, leaning down even further to the point where their lips were inches away.

"100%" she responded, and the next second, will's lips were on hers. dahlia's hand slide down from his neck and down his chest, holding onto his suit vest.

the two teenagers both smiled into the kiss, keeping the other as close as possible, before eventually pulling away slightly to catch their breaths. will was the first to open his eyes, staring down in adoration at the girl who's wide grin, made her whole face glow.

"hi." dahlia giggled once she opened her eyes the find the boy staring at her. will chuckled slightly before reconnecting their lips again, the hand that was on her face going back down to her waist and keeping her close. meanwhile, the girl's hand went back to his neck, pulling him down a little more.

"my parents are waiting." the boy mumbled sadly when they pulled away once again. the girl frowned a bit before cupping both of his cheeks in her hands.

"coffee tomorrow?" she asked, placing a soft kiss to the tip of his nose.

"it's a date." he stated, making the girl raise her brows at him.

"and who decided that?"

"me."

"and what if i don't want it to be a date?" she sassed, making will chuckle a bit.

"then you're lying to yourself, sweetie." he answered with just as much sassed before placing on last kiss on her lips. "text me when you get home."

"call me when you get home?"

"of course."

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"can i ask you something?" will questioned the next morning. the two were sitting in the same spot as the previous day, but this time no notes were splattered in front of them.

"what's up?"

"you don't have to yes if you don't want to, like i'm not trying to pressure you into doing it if you don't want to, so don't-"

"just ask me, will." the girl cut him off softly, placing a hand on his thigh, making him blush slightly. the boy nodded a bit before finally asking his question.

"can you- do you..." he started, but nothing else came out, making him sigh. dahlia's hand from his thigh to his hand, squeezing it softly to reassure him. "wear my jersey tonight?" he finally asked, his eyes staring into hers.

she was supposed to be happy, jumping in her seat that he asked her to wear his jersey. there were tons of girls on campus who would die to be in her position right now, and she knew that. a hot rookie who was drafted in the nhl? of course everyone knew who he was, which meant almost every girl who dreamed of marrying an athlete was after him.

but for some reason, she felt her stomach drop, and not in the good way. they had barely known each other for a week, and kissed, which dahlia still could not believe she initiated. it was all going so fast.

"i- uh... i appreciate you asking, will, i really do. i just... i think i'm ready for that yet. i mean, i want to, i really do, but i just feel like we're going too fast, will." she explained, her eyes looking down at her lap as her hands meet together, fidgeting with one another. the two sat in silence for almost a whole minute until will placed a hand on her back.

"that's okay. we can slow down, i'm sorry i've been too pushy-"

"you weren't. i promise, i just... i don't know." she sighed looking up from her lap, but still avoiding his gaze.

"talk to me, dahls." will whispered softly, making the girl let out another sigh.

"i've never... i've never really experienced this before. i mean, i've been in a relationship and all that stuff, the guy was an asshole though. he only texted me before we dated, so this stuff is all new to me. and like, i saw everyone at school experiencing it, and i wanted it to be so badly. and it's finally happening to me, and honestly i don't really get why."

"what do you mean?"

"come on, will. you're this bigshot future star and i am just me. i'm gonna my degree and then work for the next i don't how many years. why me?" she explained. when the girl got home the previous night, she could not believed what had happened, nor why it happened. she suddenly found herself growing insecure, she had barely ever gotten attention from guys, and now all of the sudden will could not get enough of her? it just did not make sense in her head.

"what if that's what i like about you? you're just you, dahlia. you have your dreams, and your goals, and you're gonna achieve all of them, i know that. you don't really care about the fact that i'm me, and i love that. i can be just me with you, not will smith the fourth pick, just will. you're the only that's ever made me feel like that." will admitted, his voice low and soft. his words made dahlia look over at him, their eyes locking together.

"i'm glad you feel you that way with me." she smiled, making the boy smile as well. "i like being around you, too. you make feel... special. no one's ever made me feel like that before, it's nice. it's nice that it's you." it was now her turn to admit. even though neither of them had directly said it, it was now clear to the both of them that they liked each other, and the other liked them.

"i'm happy i make you feel that way." will responded, making dahlia bite her lower lips as tons of thoughts ran through her mind. will could tell she was thinking, she always made that same face of centration when trying to figure out something.

"i'll wear your jersey." she stated, making will smiled even wider than before. "under one condition. kiss me." will laughed before leaning in a pressing a kiss to her lips. the two teens had been hesitating since they met up if it should happen or not, neither of them really knowing how the other felt.

but now it was clear. they liked each other, a lot, making this kiss mean so much more than the ones from the previous night. it was soft and gentle, just like voices a couple of minutes ago.

"and a sip of your coffee." the girl added when the two pulled apart. her voice barely being hearable, but will heard every word.

"that's two conditions."

"do you want me to wear the damn jersey or not?" she sassed, and the next thing she knew, will's coffee was in her hands.

"drink away."

[anonymityisfunwriter]

There Is No Coming Back From This - Chapter 6

Characters: Stark!Reader, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes Summary: "It's her time, Tony. And I hate that as much as you do, but there's some things you can't fix. There is no coming back from this."

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“You know we’re walking right into a trap, Steve.”

“I know.”

Bucky nods, turning the corner and entering the building. "Then let's do this."

"I counted 10 floors. They're gonna try to overwhelm us before we ever make it to her. If you're what they're after, they'll have no issue taking all three of us if they get the chance," Steve carefully calculates out loud. "We'll stay together. Keep as quiet as we can. Avoid guns if we can. The element of surprise can only help us here." 

"Got it." 

"We'll go floor by floor. Sweep the area then move on, but if my gut's right, they'll have her on the roof. They'll want to back us into a corner. Let's move."

Steve takes the lead, following his directive to a tee. Floor after floor, fighting through infestations of HYDRA agents all waiting for them. Sweeping each floor with no sign of you. 

Meanwhile, you stand at the very edge of the building's roof. Your heels dangle off the ledge, toes barely sitting on the ledge. An unfamiliar man holds you by your throat with a grip light enough to allow for airflow. 

"When I get down from here, I'm gonna kick your ass," you rasp against the man's hand. 

"Shut up," the man spits at you. 

"Are you really that scared of getting beat up by a girl? Put the gun down and let's see how big of a man you really are," you taunt, futilely swinging your fist at him. 

"I won't tell you again."

"I won't tell you again," you mock. 

Out of breath from fighting through dozens of floors of HYDRA agents, Bucky crouches in the doorway, watching as you egg your abductor on. "Does she ever know when to stop mouthing off?"

"I guess she did get something from her father," Steve whispers, silently signaling Bucky to take the opposite side of the roof. 

Bucky nods, flanking the man, "Drop the gun."

The man smirks at the sight of Bucky standing before him. "I knew you'd come."

"He said drop it," Steve barks from the other side, surrounding the man. "Drop it and give us the kid back."

"The soldier first."

"The girl first," Steve orders. 

The man's grip tightens, forcing you even further off the ledge. So far that you can't feel the ground beneath your feet.

Steve watches on as your legs flail in the air, trying to kick the man and take the pressure off your windpipe. 

Your eyes dart to just behind Steve, watching as several HYDRA agents try to surprise him. Steve doesn't even hear the sounds of the gravel shifting behind him, too focused on getting you back and out of harm's way. You take your hand off the man's grip, pointing to behind Steve, you choppily exhale, "Behind you."

"Let her go!" Steve demands. 

Your abductor languidly shrugs. Your eyes widen as you realize what's about to happen. He smirks at you, then at Steve, "Alright."

Your hearts falls to the pit of your stomach when he finally lets go, dropping you off the ledge of the rooftop.

You helplessly reach for the air, trying to grab to anything to keep you from plummeting to your death. Your fall is silent in the surrounding calamity. 

"Steve!" Bucky shouts. 

Steve dives for you, but before he can reach you, the HYDRA agents pounce on the two of them. It's a whirlwind, and yet there's nothing, not the dozen agents, not being hopelessly outmanned and outgunned, that can keep Steve's rage in check. 

And before Bucky realizes it, Steve storms towards the man that just dropped you off the building. He dodges the fists thrown, twisting his arm behind his back.

He pushes him closer and closer to the ledge with every punctuated word, "Do you understand what you did? You killed an innocent girl, an innocent child." Lost in his rage, he remembers you as a kid. He remembers Tony's words, reminding him that to you, Steve was as close to family as anyone could get. "You killed my niece."

His morality, his ethics, his beliefs are nothing but small voices in the back of Steve's head. He doesn't even feel guilty about the fear flashing in the man's eyes. With one swift kick to the chest, the man stumbles back, almost going over the ledge. Steve grabs the man's utility vest, narrowly keeping him from falling. "She didn't deserve that."

"Steve!" Bucky tries to stop him, but Steve's grip moves from the vest to the man's throat.

He dangles him over the ledge the way he dangled you moments before letting you go. "Should I kill you the way you killed her?"

"Steve!" you shout from below. "Could I get some help here? Maybe before you avenge my death?"

Bucky's eyes blow wide, scrambling towards the edge of the roof to look. And sure enough, your hand is clawed into the building's stone. "Oh my God..."

Steve tosses the man in his hands back onto the roof like he weighs nothing. He takes off down the stairs with Bucky right on his heels. Bucky stops for a moment, turning back to look at the man's face paled with fear. He smirks at him, reaching for his gun. He fires a single shot into the man's leg, doing nothing as he hears the man's screams of pain. 

With the odd, open shape of the building, they each take a floor above and below the side of the building where you held on.

Bucky reaches you first. He opens the door to the abandoned apartment, tossing the patio door open. He climbs over the metal gate of the patio, reaching over as far as he can.

It's not far enough. "I can't reach you. You're gonna have to jump." 

"I can't! I'll fall!" you shout down at him.

"Come on, kid. You're gonna have to trust me here . Swing a little and let go. I'll catch you. I promise, I'm not gonna let anything happen to you."

You look up at him, and even from the distance, he can see the fear shining in your eyes. "Bucky..."

"I promise, kid. I got you."

With all the upper body strength you possess, you swing yourself slightly and let go. Bucky snatches your hand, hauling you up with his vibranium hand. 

"Thank you." You offer a small smile to Bucky. You theatrically dust yourself off, sighing in relief, "Whew... that was a close one."

Steve dashes into the apartment to see you safely on over the railing and with Bucky. 

The moment you see him, you cross your arms, tired and aching from dangling off the side of a building. "Damn it, Steve! Have you not seen any movie ever? You never tell the guy dangling a person over the cliff to let them go!" 

He ignores your swear words and sarcastic remarks, instead, he pulls you into a crushing embrace. "Don't ever scare me like that again."

"I'll try not to," your mumble into his shoulder. "This is nice."

He lets out a sigh of relief, pulling away to thoroughly examine you. "You're okay? You're not hurt? Shoulder dislocated? Hand broken?"

You gently pat your shoulder and shrug, "I don't think so, I feel fine."

He lifts your chin, jerking it in different directions to examine your face and neck. "Your throat's going to bruise. Can you breathe okay? Does it hurt to breathe? Can you take a deep breath? What about -"

You swat Steve's hand away, "I'm fine, really! I might have whiplash now, but I'm fine!"

He shakily exhales, bending down with one hand on his knee and the other over his heart, "Are you sure?"

"Are you okay? You look like you're about to have a heart attack!" You turn to Bucky, "Is Steve about to have a heart attack?"

"I don't know." Bucky shrugs, resting his hands on his hips. You look over at him silently imploring him to do something, anything. He sighs, rolling his eyes in acquiescence. He takes a step forward, leaning over to clap Steve on the back, "Deep breaths, Steve. She's fine."

You throw your hands up, "That's it? That's your big intervention?"  

"Oh, I'm sorry, let me go grab my emergency defibrillator," Bucky sarcastically remarks. 

Steve straightens his spine, once again fussing over you, "Are you sure? What if you're just in shock? Are you positive you're okay?"

You swat Steve's hand away from you, "Yes, Mother Hen. I'm fine, but maybe, just maybe, we might not want to hang out in the place swarming with the bad guys!" 

"Right! Right! Good idea!" Steve agrees, his shoulders still quickly rising and falling with his panicked breathing. "You've never leaving my sight again, by the way." 

"Why?" you scoff, a snort of laughter leaving your mouth. "I've got great odds. I've literally escaped imminent death twice!" 

"Alright, settle down," Bucky interrupts. "Don't let that go to your head." 

"It might just be adrenaline, but I feel great!" you exclaim the moment you exit the abandoned building and back into the town square. 

"Okay, but maybe we don't tempt fate?" Steve calls after you as you practically skip down the cobblestone pavements.

Though he'd never admit it, Bucky bites back a smile, quirking an eyebrow as you outpace the both of them. "Should we stop her?"

"I say we let her run it off." 

Bucky snorts, smirking over at Steve, "Says the man that almost had a self induced heart attack."

"Funny, very funny, jerk." 

"Punk," Bucky retorts. "So now what?" 

"We keep with the plan. Bus station to a bigger train station." 

"And then what?

Steve watches on as you continue on your merry way. He knows that adrenaline wears off. He knows that what comes next isn't easy. The three of you all running for an undetermined amount of time. He doesn't know how long this moment of lightness will continue before the loss seeps into your bones.

He'll let you have this short moment, the feeling of invincibility, the rush of surviving such bleak odds. And still, he knows what you and Tony both refused to admit, there was no coming back from this.

"We keep running." 

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[rafesbby]

Still Mine

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x fem!kook!reader

Warnings: language, smut, unprotected sex, cock warming

Word Count: 1.9k+

Summary: Rafe is your ex-boyfriend and loses his shit when he sees you with a certain pogue.

A/N: This is my first post, go easy on me alright?

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It's been a whole month since you and Rafe broke up and you finally feel good enough to get out and do something. Which is why when Sarah asked if you were going to the kegger tonight, you said yes.

You're standing with Sarah and the pogues when you see Rafe. He's in a group with Topper and Kelce, beers in hand, talking and laughing with two blonde bitches girls. You feel your fingers clench around the can in your hand.

"Y/n, are you okay?" Kiara is the first to notice your blank state.

"Yeah, I'm fine." You attempt a smile, but the look on her face shows she doesn't believe you.

"I don't know about you guys but I'm ready to get this party started." JJ pulls out his pocketknife, pokes a small hole in his beer can, and effortlessly shotguns the whole thing.

"Cheer up, princess." JJ pokes another can and holds it out to you. "Here."

You turn it and bring it to your mouth, mimicking JJ's previous actions. When you finish, you squeeze the empty can and toss it to the ground.

"Damn, princess. Where'd you learn to do that?"

"I'm not as lame as you think I am Maybank."

"Me and John B are gonna go get another drink. We'll see you all later." Sarah says as they walk away.

"Yeah, I'm gonna go find Pope." Kiara says as she too walks away.

Leaving just you and JJ.

"Just me and you, princess. Let's go have some fun." JJ smiles and holds out his hand.

"Stop calling me that." You take his hand and JJ interlocks your fingers, swinging your arms as you both walk off.

A little bit later...

By this point, you've had multiple drinks and can feel yourself losing your filter. JJ hasn't left your side since you arrived which you're not complaining about. He's good company.

You're getting another beer when you glance over and see Rafe for the second time tonight. But this time, he sees you too. Both of you are stuck on each other's eyes. After a second, you look away and focus on finding JJ again. But when you turn back, Rafe is still watching your every move.

When you make it back to JJ, you still have the feeling that Rafe is watching you. And if your being honest, all you want to do in your drunken state is make him jealous. He deserves it after everything he has put you through.

Your relationship was toxic. No matter what you said or did or tried, it was still toxic. You're stuck in a never-ending loop. There's always something that pulls you guys back together. And you feel terrible putting all the blame on him, but it really is all Rafe's fault. He's the one who does the drugs. He's the one who screams and initiates the stupid arguments you have almost every time you're together. It gets to the point where you can't handle it anymore. And that's when you end things.

So yes. He deserves everything you're about to do.

You find JJ talking to a random touron by the bonfire. When he sees you approaching, he ends his conversation and turns his attention to you.

"Hey J, you think you're drunk enough you won't remember any of tonight in the morning?"

"Hell yeah. I never remember shit after nights like these. Why?"

You answer him by slamming your lips on his. Slowly moving your hands to the back of his head, tugging at his golden hair. JJ doesn't hesitate to kiss back, slipping his tongue into your mouth and tossing his drink to the side to pull you closer.

You and JJ have been close ever since Sarah and John B got together. And you can't deny the immediate attraction you had towards him. But you knew nothing was ever going to happen. You were still dating Rafe at the time and even after the breakup you felt you still belonged to the kook.

When the two of you break away from each other your faces are still close. JJ's about to ask something when someone comes up from behind you and shoves JJ away.

Rafe.

"What the fuck Rafe?" You yell, moving between him and the pogue that's still trying to get up from the ground.

"You piece of shit. You want to do that again?" JJ is up and around you fast, hands and jaw clenched. Face to face with Rafe.

"Rafe, just walk away." You try and fail to get his attention. The look in his eye tells you he's not backing down.

"Why are you making out with my girlfriend, hm?" Rafe spits in JJ's face.

"She's not your girlfriend anymore now is she?"

Rafe takes another step forward. "What makes you think she wants a dirty pogue like you?"

"Rafe, please just stop! I'm the one who kissed him." This catches Rafe's attention. "Please just leave him alone!"

Rafe purposefully bumps into JJ's shoulder on his way over to you.

"What did you just say?" Rafe is now right in front of you. Looking down at you, his head tilted with a hard stare present on his face.

"Leave him alone."

"No. Before that." Rafe is staring directly into your eyes. Waiting for your response.

You glance at JJ before answering Rafe. "You know what I said Rafe."

"And why the fuck would you do something like that?"

He's angry. You can't help but feel a little turned on when he acts like this. One of the reasons your relationship lasted as long as it did was because of the sex. How good it was. How often you guys got lost in each other's bodies. The way his eyebrows scrunched and that stupid look he gave you made you fall to your knees every single time.

"Did you want my attention? Because you have it. What do you want?" Rafe spat in your face.

"Yeah, Rafe. I admit it. I did want your attention. But now that I have it, I want something else." You look up at him, a small smirk growing on your face.

"I thought you hated me, baby." Rafe brings his hands up to cup your face.

"I thought I did too." You stepped back away from Rafe and turned your head towards the pogue who is still watching the strange interaction between you guys. "I'm gonna go okay?"

"Yeah, ok. Do you want me to take you?" JJ runs his fingers down the length of your arm. You hear Rafe clear his throat from behind you.

You snicker at Rafe's impatient jealousy. "I'll be okay."

Concern flashes through JJ's eyes. "Call me. For any reason at all, got it?"

"Thanks, J." You wrap your arms around JJ, resting your head on his chest. "Thanks for looking out for me tonight."

Everyone seems more sober now that the kegger has come to an end. You can't help but feel bad for JJ. After all, you kissed him, then Rafe got involved, and now you're leaving with Rafe instead of him.

But who were you kidding? You always found yourself going back to Rafe. No matter what happened that caused you guys to separate. This would make the third time you have left one of these parties with Rafe.

Rafe opens the door to his house and motions for you to go inside.

As soon as the door is shut, Rafe slams you against the closet wall. One hand resting on the wall by your head and the other tracing up and down the side of your face.

"I'm so ready to make you mine all over again." With that he kisses you. The kiss holds so much emotion. It's hard and deep and feels better than any other kiss you guys have shared. As he pulls away, he tugs at your bottom lip with his teeth.

He slips his arms under your legs and carries you all the way up the stairs and into his bedroom, making sure to close the door behind him. He throws you down on his bed and quickly yanks his shirt up and over his head.

"I need to feel you, baby. I've missed you. Missed this." He's now on top of you, sliding his hands underneath your shirt. The contrast of his warm hands and cold rings on your skin makes you shiver. He finds the strap to your bra and unclasps it, bringing it out from under your shirt. Tossing it on the floor, he repositions himself so his face is down where you need him the most.

Two of his fingers hook around the sides of your shorts and tugs them all the way down your legs. Revealing your underwear. His favorite underwear.

"Fuck, Y/n. You're going to drive me insane." In no time at all, your underwear has joined your bra and shorts on the floor. The only thing still clinging to your body being your shirt. "Get this fucking thing off." Rafe grunts lifting your shirt.

You're now completely bare and vulnerable to Rafe. You can feel the wetness dripping down your thighs.

Rafe's mouth starts on your core, moving his tongue in between your folds. "So sweet for me." As he fucks you with his tongue, he begins rubbing your swollen clit with his thumb.

The moans you were trying to suppress so the sleeping Cameron's wouldn't hear come out the harder Rafe sucks.

Rafe pauses to look up at your face. "You trying to get us caught, baby?" His fingers replace his mouth. Moving in and out of you at a speed he knows you to enjoy.

"I'm gonna cum, Rafe."

"You understand you're mine, right?"

"Rafe, please-" Your need for release was getting stronger.

"Not that dirty pogue's. You're mine."

"Rafe." You stammer.

"Say it, baby. You're still mine. You will always be mine."

"Fuck, Rafe. Yes. I'm yours. Only yours. Always yours."

"You can cum, baby." His fingers speed up as you release all over them. He brings them up to his lips and sucks them clean of your juices.

He lifts off the bed to remove his shorts and briefs that should have been gone ages ago and climbs on top of you once again. He catches your lips with his in a feverish kiss, his tongue dominating the inside of your mouth. And then he's inside you. Moving in and out at an ungodly pace. Reaching farther than you could ever imagine.

"Shit, you feel so good. Take my cock so well, baby." Rafe hides his face in your neck as he continues to thrust into you. He nibbles at your skin eliciting a moan out of you. He's so big.

"Rafe, don't stop. Never stop." You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "I'm close, Rafe." You moan. Rafe kisses your lips and begins to overstimulate you by adding his thumb to your clit.

"Wait for me, baby. I'm almost there." His fingers rubbing you and his sloppy movements in and out of you is too much.

"Rafe, please. I can't-"

"Ok, baby. I'm ready. It's okay." A few more thrusts and you're releasing together.

"Fuck, baby." You're both breathing hard, coming back down from your highs.

Rafe doesn't pull out his cock. Instead, he lays down on top of you, stroking the hair out of your eyes.

"You're so beautiful." He lightly brushes his lips over your forehead. "My beautiful girl."

He moves off of you and wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer so you're chest to chest looking into each other's eyes.

"I love you." He puts his forehead against yours, closing his eyes.

Your hand scratches up and down his exposed back. "I love you. So much."

You knew it was a bad idea. To be here with Rafe...again. But it seemed like whatever you did to stay away, it never worked. You never really wanted it to work anyway. Hopefully this time it would end differently. Being with him tonight felt different than all the times before. And you can't help but hope it truly does end differently. You hope it will be better this time.

Because you really do love him. So much it hurts.

[helpwhatsthis]

could I request smut of best friend Robin coming across photos of reader and Eddie sending one another nudes 😱 then later on reader and Robin sext?

eddies girl- r.b./e.m

thank you sm for requesting babes!

I changed it bc I am very picky abt my modern aus, but there are definitely still nudes and this is way better than sexting.

ignore the use of time period inaccurate toys!

disclaimer that there are no relations between eddie and robin! (if anyone tries to argue with me about robins sexuality, prepare to have a molotov cocktail thrown in your window ♡)

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robin had know she was fucked from the moment she saw you punch a russian in the face during summer of 85'.

she'd known she was even more fucked the moment she pulled open eddies nightstand in search of a song to save nancy.

before she could even move her eyes to the contents of the drawer, eddie had started screaming and running toward her. the tapes were forgotten from both of her hands when she gazed down to see god knows how many photos of one of her best friends in such... compromising positions.

if it hadn't been for steves screams to hurry up, and eddies pointed yet still terrified stare- she thinks she would have laughed from the shock of it all. because if she was a little more perverted (and a lot less rushed) it would have been like striking gold to her.

she can't deny to herself how many times she'd thought about the small glimpse she'd had. once everyone was safe, and eddie and max had been released from the hospital, it was all she had thought about for days. she'd barely left her room. every time her eyes closed, she saw it. saw you. tied up to your headboard, eddies hellfire shirt bunched up over your tits, and his hands pressing on your stomach. your head thrown back in ecstacy.

and with the sight came the questions. would you ever, in a million years or another lifetime let her touch you like that? what would you sound like? do want to fuck eddie as much as he talks about wanting to fuck you?

now her thighs are clenching together in the dusk surrounding the lake. she feels like a preteen boy, about to blow her load in her jeans while you moan along with joan jett to cherry bomb.

how could she not? your eyes are glassy and bloodshot, smoke falling from your nose. your black bathing suit leaves nothing of your body shape to the imagination. but most of all, even in the low light she can see the dark hickies on your skin.

"she's so fucking perfect, isn't she?" eddie muses softly, his knee bumping her own. guilt immediately fills her being when she looks back at him. even though his skin is covered in harsh scars, and there's a fear lurking in his eyes, he smiles as he watches you.

he loves you.

and you love him.

"to the ends of the earth, teddy" you had whispered in the back of steves car while begging him to hang on.

"i- I mean yeah, sure-" she stumbles on her words, sure shes been caught staring for too long.

"cool it, buckley." he smirks, turning his gaze to her. "I know you want to fuck my girlfriend, there's no reason to freak out."

"I don't!" she blurts, probably a little too loudly when you and steve turn back to look at her.

"shut up rob," he laughs, smacking her shoulder. "I know you have a shitty sleep schedule, and you have work tomorrow. so me and the succubus are gonna head home."

"dick" you grit, reaching up to slap his ass harshly as he stands.

why the fuck is he covering for her right now?

she's seen how possessive eddie can get, even before his escapades in an alternate dimension. since then, they'd only increased tenfold.

"we'll finish this conversation later." he murmurs, leaning down and feigning a kiss goodbye on the top of her head.

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"-and she's lovin' him with that body, I just know it. and he's holding her in his arms late-late at night-"

robin groans, throwing her head back against the headrest of steves passenger seat. "alright, sorry springfield. I can't handle you tonight."

she reaches to turn down the radio, causing steve to fake a moan of agony.

"shit, robin. is this y/n. again?" he asks, glancing at her pitifully.

"yes, again." she snaps. "it's like she knows exactly how to work her way into the most minute crevices of my brain" she explains exaggeratedly with her hands.

much to her annoyance, steve just chuckles.

"and eddie knows-" she looks at him, finally allowing her fear to show through. she knows that some point, eddie had threatened a guy within an inch of his life, all because he heard from someone who heard from someone else that the guy had a crush on you.

she did not feel like having eddie threaten to put a pipe bomb in her mailbox. or whatever deranged shit came out of his mouth.

"and how would he know?" steve asks skeptically.

because all I do is stare at her boobs,

or because I stole one of her shirts,

maybe even because sometimes I wake myself up moaning her name in my sleep.

"I don't know." she lies. straight through fucking teeth. "but he told me he knows."

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"alright, I'll be back in a few." you huff, grabbing eddies keys so that you could pick up steve and some take out. "love you, bubba" you hum, pressing a short kiss to eddies lips that makes robin painfully aware of being the third wheel.

"love you too." he smiles blissfully as he watches you walk out the door. it takes less than a second for him to turn back to her, cheshire grin upturning his lips. "let's get down to business-"

he wiggles his brows at her, causing her to roll her eyes. "and what would that be, edward?" she snaps, looking anywhere but his face. she knows that if she looks at him too long, she'll become a sobbing, apologizing mess.

"well, all three of us are off thursday." he shrugs. "and wayne is going out with some fishing buddies-" he smirks, biting his lip as he leans toward her.

"that means y/n and I are gonna have that new, big nda money house all to ourselves... unless of course you wanna come over?"

and she can see it vividly now, playing behind her eyelids. she's not stupid. she nows eddie fucked you on every surface of the new place after you'd bought it with your hush money.

it's a nice place, a really nice place actually. it's no harrington mansion, but you have eddie have a big plush bed on the second floor.

she wonders what it'd be like, to fuck you the king size bed you share with your boyfriend.

"and what would happen if I did come over?" she bites the bullet, looking skeptically at eddie. she almost wishes she hadn't when she sees the victorious look on eddies face.

"well y'know, it's not like I've put too much thought to it-" he laughs, eyes lost in thought as he absent-mindedly picks at the couch. "but you probably come in and find her tied to one of the kitchen chairs, wand buzzing against her puffy clit and begging someone to fill her up."

and she can almost hear it then, the loud buzzing and your whines for him.

no, for her.

"and of course I'd be mean, tell her no. and you'd get to play the hero, making her cum over and over on your pink cock."

there's a burning in her stomach, and she almost cries out when she clenches her thighs.

"god robin, she gets so wet for you. I make her tell me about how she wants your fingers inside and your tits in her face when im fucking her."

and she can't suppress it then, a soft moan pulling from her throat. she pulls her knees under her chin, peering up at him through teary eyes. he smiles, almost warmly as he claps a hand on her shoulder.

"so come over, or don't. s'up to you darlin'."

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her hands are shakey as she reaches to close the mirror on the visor, letting out a huff of anxiety.

"you're really gonna do this?" steve ask, pulling her out of her thoughts.

"I guess so, and if it's horrible I'll call you when you're on break and make you come pick me up." she shrugs, looking back out the window.

"It's not gonna be horrible, rob." steve states, even though he knows very well that his is definitely out of her comfort zone.

she's so lost in her own head that she barely notices when he stops the car in the driveway.

"oh god-" she murmurs softly, gazing at the front door.

"It's just eddie and y/n, you'll be okay." he promises, reaching out a squeezing her hand.

the walk to the door feels endless on her trembling legs. she almost can bring herself to knock when she finally reaches it. but she does.

"It's open!" she hears eddie call from inside.

before she even has the door all the way open, she hears you cry out.

"eddie, please." you beg, hands fisting your binds and hips trying to wiggle away from the vibrations. it's a fruitless effort, only adding stimulation to your swollen cunt.

your beautiful. it's a simple thought, and the first thing that occurs to her as she stares into the the living room.

she thinks that eddie must have the self control of a god, being able to write nerd shit in his notebook while you're tied up and jerking around like that right in front of him.

"god eddie, please make it stop." you pant, body slumping and pushing your clit into the toy harder.

he only smiles, reaching out and turning it up a setting. you practically scream, head falling back and making her knees feel weak.

"come torture her a bit, buckley." he smiles at her. "lose the clothes on the way." he hums, going back to his notebook.

and she's waited so long to see you like this that she obeys without a second thought, striping down to her underwear and sitting beside him on the couch.

from here, she can see all of you. you're chest is heaving so hard it makes your tits bounce. there's visible tremors running through your belly. and your cunt, fuck. it's leaking everywhere and your puffy clit is twitching against the head of the wand.

"r-robin-" you choke, voice broken. "please make it stop?" you you beg, tear filled eyes pleading at her.

"oh y/n." she hums, reaching out to wipe the tear tracks from your cheeks. you push into her touch, and jerk a second later when eddie flicks the handle of the wand.

"make her cum." he says, relaxing back into the couch with his arms behind his head.

"how?" she asks, not able to tear her gaze from your clenching hole.

he sits up wordlessly, reaching for the clasp of her bra. he stops, eyes asking for permission. she nods, and seconds later the material is falling from her chest.

the sound you make is strangled, wanting nothing more than to feel the hard buds of her nipples against your tongue.

"do whatever feels right?" eddie shrugs.

and so she does, standing from the couch and pulling down her panties. your whining, body keening toward hers as you watch her undress.

she can help herself, hands caressing your face and she guides it so that your chin rests on her sternum.

it almost feel natural as she moves her hands to the sides of her breasts, pushing them and effectively smashing you between them.

and she giggles, fucking giggles, as you sob into her skin.

"can I kiss her?" she asks shyly, looking over her shoulder at eddie.

"you can do whatever the fuck you want to her, robin" he grins.

the next thing you know, her mouth is on yours, her tongue running along yours. you don't even notice her moving, so consumed by her mouth. she drops on your lap, folds warm and wet against your legs as her hand wraps around your neck.

"f-fuck" you cry into her mouth when she squeezes slightly.

and then she's in a daze, hips rocking against your mound and causing you to thrust into the vibe.

you take her tit into your mouth, nearly biting at her nipple and making her moan.

"oh fuck, that's it y/n" she gasps, hands tugging your hairs.

"go on and cum for her, baby." eddie encourages, reaching out and squeezing you knee.

it's euphoria as you let go. cunt clenching and feeling your pulse everywhere. your deaf to your owns screams of pleasure, deaf to both of their praising words. it's just wave after wave of bliss.

when you come to, the wand is clicked off. your head is resting on robins shoulder and her hands are rubbing soothing circles on your back.

"come on, princess. buckley isn't done with you yet." he hums, beginning to untie you.

"your getting payback for that teasing." you threaten, making robin laugh.

"oh yeah, and how is that?" he smirks.

"when is steves next day off?" you smile devilishly up at robin.

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