#I wasn't late I was doing last minute edits

[ethereal-feline]

Miraculous Vigilantes: Multiplication!

Shh! Gotta be as quiet as a mouse!

(Me remembering these are supposed to be one shots not a whole as long fic with a convoluted chapter system)

[restinpeacesensei]

traditional style 💖

[navybrat817]

Miss Navy! What if the reader joined the thunderbolts and fooled around with Bucky?

Bahaha. I have a thot, nonnie.

Not Exactly a Secret

Pairing: Thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You and Bucky are really good teammates... and more.

Word Count: Over 1.1k

Warnings: Kissing, implied smut, humor, team bonding (kind of), Thunderbolts spoilers, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: Using this beautiful @nixakimbo edit for reasons (you know why if you've seen Thunderbolts!). ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

In hindsight, they all should've seen it coming.

You were the last to join the team and easy to get along with. You could roll with the punches and keep up with Alexei, put John in his place when he stepped out of line, sympathize with Bob, and have a blast with Yelena and Ava. Hell, you even congratulated Bucky on his six month stint as a Congressman and swore he made a difference. He admired your kindness. He admired you.

The team thought Bucky was just being extra welcoming since he always found an excuse to be around you. If you offered to cook for the team, he was beside you in the kitchen ready to help. If you wanted to spar, he dropped what he was doing to go to the training room. And if you suggested a movie night, he sat next to you with your favorite snacks ready to go and a blanket in case you got cold.

Everyone noticed that Bucky smiled more when you were around. He laughed more, too. Turned to you for advice and didn't mind staying up late to chat or exchange books. Your room also happened to be beside his and he spent a lot of time in there, more than a regular teammate should.

The recent movie night you snuggled against him and started to doze off. If anyone else had tried to snuggle with him there was a chance they'd lose a hand, but not you. “Mmm. You're so good to me, Bucky,” you said when he picked you up.

“You know me. Just being a good teammate,” he replied, holding you close the way a boyfriend would and not at all like a teammate.

Yeah, they should’ve seen it coming.

Bob stumbled upon you by accident. He had forgotten his hoodie in the common room after one of the movie nights and froze when he spotted you and Bucky making out on the couch. He stood there for a full minute torn because he wanted to get his hoodie back, but he didn't want to interrupt. He ultimately decided against it when Bucky pushed you back on the cushions. On top of his hoodie.

“I’ll just… I’ll get it tomorrow. And I’ll wash it. Yeah, yeah. I'll do that. It’s fine. Everything’s fine,” he mumbled as he went back to his room.

You were kind enough to wash it yourself the next day and offered to buy him a new one, but he declined. It was nice that you offered. And he was happy because he saw how happy you made Bucky.

Yelena caught the two of you in the training room. For a moment it looked like Bucky was trying a new move on you and she almost asked him to show her how it was done. Tilting her head after a few seconds, she realized what she was seeing wasn't a defense move at all. If there was any doubt, the grunt he let out and the moan you gave him in response when some clothes were moved aside told her very loud and clear what was happening. And it would've been rude to stay and watch.

“Oh, I'm not sparring on that mat again,” she muttered.

She did spar on it again after Bucky cleaned it twice.

Ava didn't catch the two of you doing anything. She phased in the kitchen one day while Bucky was eating and making a mess. The exasperated look on your face when you tossed him a paper towel was adorable, as was the smile you two exchanged. Bucky never looked that soft around anyone else.

“You eat pussy like that?” Ava asked to get a rise out of Bucky when another drop of sauce hit his shirt.

“Yeah, he does,” you said without skipping a beat.

Ava laughed, thinking it was a joke at first, before she caught Bucky staring you down and licking his lips. You bit your lip and Ava almost phased out of the room to give you two some privacy. You beat her to it by sauntering out of the room with a smirk, the super soldier hot on your tail and leaving his mess behind.

“Thank you for not using the counter since we eat here!” Ava called out after the two of you.

Bucky had you on the counter the next day so he could eat, too.

Alexei found the two of you in his limo tangled up in each other. You couldn't explain why you and Bucky decided to fool around in there, but you wanted to have some fun and the limo was there. And it was clean. The Red Guardian wasn't at all upset. In fact, he felt honored that the Winter Soldier wanted to have sex in his limo and blasted “Pony” to set the mood.

“That’s what I talk about!” he cheered before Yelena dragged him away.

She also decided then and there that she’d always ride in the front seat of the limo.

John was the last to know, which surprised no one. After a successful mission, he realized neither you nor Bucky had answered a question he asked. Whatever smartass comment he began died in his throat when Bucky unashamedly kissed you. There was nothing gentle or chaste about it. It was a deep, filthy kiss and he felt like a perv watching.

Bucky must've thought something similar since he gave John the finger all while he continued to kiss you and you gripped his hair.

“Are you guys…” John trailed off since the rest of the group didn't seem at all surprised by the display. “Wait, did everyone know? Was I the only one who didn't know?”

“Yes, dime store Captain America.” Ava rolled her eyes. “Everyone knew.”

Whether it was the insult of being the last to know, John looked offended. “Even Bobby? And since when did the two of them become a thing?”

Bucky broke the kiss to glare at the blonde. “Yeah, asshole, Bob knew,” he replied.

“And it wasn't really a secret. We just hadn't officially announced it,” you said, giggling when Bucky’s lips found yours again.

Apparently the display was the official announcement.

“I really did know,” Bob smiled before he cleared his throat. “I, uh, found them in the common room.”

“Training room,” Yelena said.

Ava nodded. “Kitchen.”

“Limo!” Alexei shouted, hitting his chest. “My limo.”

“Jesus Christ,” John muttered.

Bob shrugged. “I think they make a good couple.”

“Of course, you do,” Yelena said, a small smile forming on her face as you and Bucky carried on. “I think so, too.”

Yeah, lovelies. Loved the film. Not at all sorry. Catch more shenanigans with Game Nights. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[venusbyline]

Oasis ࿐ྂ Kinktober. 01, oct.

— pairing: Spencer Reid x wife!reader

— type: smut, Kinktober (Criminal Minds Edition)

— kink: squirting + overstimulation

— summary: Spencer finds out another guy made you squirt in the past and it hits a nerve. You agree to try this with him, even after your husband's sudden childish behavior.

— word count: 4.3k

— tags/warnings: kinktober 1st day, female!reader, husband!Reid, squirting, overstimulation, arguing, mention of safeword (no use), fingering, oral sex (female receiving), curse words, light degradation, biting, body worship, no use of y/n. english is not my first language.

— tagging list: @thatredlipped-classic @magnoliatrees-world @ehedrick012110 @hotchsmutrecs @slutcakes00

— crossposting: AO3

Ever since Spencer had to stay away from Virginia for more than fifteen days solving an extremely urgent criminal case, you've been needy all the time. Your thoughts were in an ironical division between your concern for your husband's safety and well-being, but also the pure desperation and desire to be touched by him again as soon as he returned home.

And it didn't happen.

Unfortunately, Spencer arrived so tired the night before that he didn't even bother to reheat his dinner. After all, it wasn't your fault if he returned late and the lasagna was already cold. Spencer was never a husband who demanded you anything. Both of you cooked and took turns doing the other tasks... As any couple should do. Of course he never complained if you didn't make his lunch before work. It was the least a husband should do. And you two knew it.

So it was a big surprise when there were no welcome hugs and kisses, but just the rolling of his eyes when he noticed that you put his dish in the fridge due the lateness. A spoiled attitude coming from him, and you gave up the lecture because you supposed he was just exhausted and frustrated after the case he solved with the team.

However, that didn't last long. Spencer simply took his things to sleep in the guest room. That made you angry as hell. He couldn't be being such a petty brat over a damn cold dinner, right? Spencer wasn't like that.

It was only a few minutes before you followed Spencer into the other room, asking for an at least reasonable explanation for what was happening to him.

And your hope of ending the night of Spencer's return with a good sex was completely dashed due to the unexpected argument.

During the morning, you left the room still sleepy and grumpy by Spencer's behavior last night, but tried to focus on other things. You tried to distract yourself by making the breakfast, furrowed brow as you watched the eggs and bacon strips frying in the pan.

You turned the piece of meat to the other side when you realized that it was already a little fried, but you let out a sigh when you felt hands entwining around your waist, the recognition of the shaving lotion smell preventing you from screaming in fright.

"It smells great..." Spencer hummed with groggy voice from sleep, leaning over so he could be at your height and resting his chin on your shoulder. The compliment about the good scent he was also flowing almost escaped your lips, but you remained silent, ignoring his existence right there behind you. Even though you hated giving him the silent treatment, your pride was wounded and you needed to give him a taste of his own medicine. After all, he had been trying to ignore you all night, before the uncomfortable silence turned into a stupid fight.

Not getting any reaction made Spencer's heart to ache, and he sighed. "Honey, please... Talk to me. You know how much it hurts me not to talk to you."

You couldn't help but let out a mockery sound, without even looking at him back. "Seriously, Reid? Because I remember very well that you were planning to do exactly that shit last night."

Your accusation made Spencer let out a frustrated sigh, his hands letting go of your waist and taking a few steps away. For a moment, you thought he was angry too and going back to guest room or maybe the living room, but instead, you looked at him furiously as he turned off the flame of the stove.

"What the hell? I haven't finished cooking yet!" You exclaimed with a frown, not believing your husband's boldness.

"Yeah... I know." Spencer took a deep breath, looking at you with those puppy dog eyes. "You can finish later. I need to explain myself."

"Oh, so now you wanna explain yourself?" You scoffed. "Maybe if you had done that yesterday instead of treating me like trash or-"

Spencer cut you off, holding your shoulders gently but firmly enough to make you shut up and pay attention to what he needed to say.

"I'm so sorry, okay?" He began and one of your eyebrows rose in a nonverbal sarcasm sign. "I'm serious, honey. I was an asshole last night and-"

"Yes. You were." Your words came out colder than he was expecting and he swallowed the lump that formed in his throat. "You threw a lot of shit at me without me even knowing why we were fighting."

Spencer took another deep breath, trying to work up the courage to confess about what messed with his mind. He knew that nothing he said would justify his actions and that was making him anxious, his heart ached not only at the mere thought of you not forgiving his childish behavior, but also at the possibility of you keeping to avoid his touches and his attempts to talk.

Spencer let go of your shoulders, his hands coming down until they were intertwined with yours, even if your fingers were stiff at first.

"I was jealous..." The confession finally came in an embarrassed whisper.

A perplexity look appeared on your face. "Jealous? Of what?" You asked, trying to look him in the eyes, even though his face was tilted down, a few strands of hair hiding his flushed cheeks. When he didn't answer, you insisted, lightly touching his fingers that were still intertwined with yours. "Explain it to me, Spencie."

Your demand said by a less angry way made him whimper, needing to be honest. "Y-Yesterday, after the case, the team was at the BAU. JJ, Prentiss and Garcia were talking some personal stuff about their sex lives..." Spencer began. "I-I wasn't paying attention, logically, I swear. I was with Morgan and Hotch talking about random things, but my hearing accidentally picked up a certain topic of the talk between the girls and-"

"Spencie..." Your voice softer now that you noticed how he seemed embarrassed and stuttering like a little child, as well as he was also beating around the bush. "I know you're nervous, but you could try going straight to the point, please? I'm worried here too."

Spencer nodded, knowing you were right. "I accidentally heard JJ whispering to the girls that you already had a squirt." He murmured and it was your turn to get hot and rosy cheeks. You could imagine that JJ hadn't told your secret as a gossip, but rather to add some important information on the subject, but it still left you embarrassed. "But you never had a squirt with me..."

Your eyes widened with realization and you tried to work around the situation. "Baby..."

"Don't do that... Please. I know how it works, okay? I know that not every woman can squirt and I also know that those of you who can squirt don't necessarily do this often. I've also read that it's not always as pleasing for you as porn makes it seem-"

You cut him off. "So you also know that squirting doesn't always happen during a orgasm. It can also happen even without cumming. It's something individual for each woman, it's not like an exact rule."

Spencer huffed angrily. "I know, fuck. I know..." He grumbled, running a hand over his face. "I know how all this shit works. But it doesn't change anything."

"What doesn't change, Reid?" You exclaimed impatiently now.

"The fact that you hid this from me!" Spencer shouted and you immediately rolled your eyes. "Damn, don't you dare roll your eyes at me. You don't know how much hearing that behind my back hurt me."

"Retroactive jealousy? Really, Spencer? You know better than anyone this doesn't make any sense." You huffed, massaging your temples to avoid the huge urge to pick up that frying pan and hit your husband in the back of the head.

His jaw clenched when you mentioned that. "It's not... It's not just jealousy, much less the retroactive one." He was stubborn like a fucking child, the sight of Spencer crossing his arms to try to look more mature almost made you chuckle.

"Oh, I bet it is, and very immature too." The scoff escaped before you could think of something more gentle to say. "Fuck, Spencer. It's not like we share details about our past sex lives with each other. That would be really awkward and uncomfortable. I don't wanna know what you've done with other women in your past and I guess you don't wanna know what I've done in my past either."

Spencer kept his arms crossed, but his eyebrows shot up and his jaw clenched for the second time, a clear sign that he knew you were right, it was just hard to admit.

"Well, I really don't wanna hear about that old stuff, but this is important one..."

"Why on earth would this be important?"

"BECAUSE NOW I'M FEELING INSUFFICIENT!" Spencer uncrossing his arms as he looked at you with despair. "I feel like I'm not giving you enough pleasure! Now I feel like I've never given you a decent orgasm."

You felt your eyes widen again. It all still didn't make any sense, it was something completely irrational coming from Spencer. You knew that academically, Spencer was always a genius who knew about anything in the world, but when it was something regarding you or your relationship, he acted like any man, lost with most situations and also insecure at times.

"You're being ridiculous." You grumbled, trying to push past him before his hand closed around your wrist, keeping you firmly in place.

"I know. I know I'm being immature and irrational, but-"

"But what, Spencer? Jesus Christ, if you were trying to deal with jealousy, it would have been easier to have asked to fuck me last night or something."

His face flushed and he began to stutter, not knowing what to do other than let go of your arm.

After two minutes of awkward silence, Spencer tried to argue again. "That's not... That doesn't make sense. We can't solve our relationship problems by having sex..."

His hypocrisy made you roll your eyes. "Oh, sure. And fighting solved it?" You asked and he looked away, knowing you were right. Again. "Yesterday I was really desperate to have sex with you."

He lifted his head and looked at you, surprised. "You mean that?"

You laughed quietly due to the confusion in his face. "Yes, Spencie. You've been away from home for over a fortnight, do you really think I'm not fucking horny?"

Spencer stopped to think for a moment, scratching the back of his head and trying hard to find a solution to the stupid situation he created. "So can we... Can we try?"

You looked at him, thinking about denying it out of a tantrum, but you just sighed and then argued. "I don't know, Spencer... I'm not in the mood, but we can try just for learning purposes. More like a lesson than our real sex."

A guilt expression appeared on Spencer's face, along with a pang in his chest. The idea of you not even wanting to have real sex with him for now was torturous for him. He knew he had failed with you, being so immature to the point of making you lose your lust about the situation. But he could try to redeem himself. Even though it was a selfish thought at first, he was now determined to apologize properly.

"Yes... Yes, that sounds good..." He gave you a sad smile.

You lay down on the bed and put a pillow under your hip. Your pajamas were already thrown somewhere random on the floor, just like the pink cotton panties. You were ready to teach Spencer whatever he needed to learn.

There was no certainty that he would be able to make you squirt. You always had the best orgasms when Spencer was in charge of pleasuring you, but he was feeling less after the discovery that you had already squirted with the help of another man. A man who wasn't him.

Maybe hiding this fact from him hadn't been tbe wisest choice, even if you hadn't done it on purpose. You just didn't think that mentioning this situation or asking Spencer to try that would really be so important. Over the years, no man had given you half the pleasure that Spencer gave you on a daily basis, squirting or not.

"Well, let's do it." Your words came out emotionless as you parted your legs, giving him the perfect view of your still barely wet pussy.

"You're shaved..." Spencer frowned at your complete lack of pubic hair so suddenly. Or at least that's what he thought.

You rolled your eyes, impatience side by side with embarrassment, both eating you alive. "Like I said, I was desperate to fuck with you as soon as you got back from the case. So I decided to get a full wax beforehand."

At other times, Spencer would laugh hearing you confess so openly about your high desire for his body over the past few weeks. At other times, he would even tease you about needing a vibrator to help you achieve your release when he was away, even if you were more than capable of cumming with your own fingers.

But your hands didn't provide you the same ecstasy that Spencer's long thin fingers made you feel. And he knew it too.

You felt yourself holding your breath the moment Spencer took off his shirt to make himself more comfortable. As much as your pride told you to look away from his body, it was impossible for you to stop enjoying the view. Watching Spencer's bare skin was as addictive as the fresh water of an Oasis should be for thirsty people walking through deserts. And you couldn't lie... You were desperate to quench your thirst and taste him again after all that time away from each other.

Spencer knelt on the floor, carefully pulling your legs so that your lower body was closer to the edge of the bed, and automatically closer to his face.

"Are you okay, honey?" He asked with a cocky smile as he felt your thighs tingle as he touched them to adjust your position.

Hearing your husband's sarcastic smugness, you held back from punching him in the shoulder. "Yeah, I'm great." Your voice sounded angry and he chuckled softly, nodding his head and turning his attention to your center, which was finally starting to get wetter.

"I'm seeing..."

You ignored his mockery and looked at the ceiling, not wanting to exchange eye contact at that moment. Spencer's puppy eyes plus his mischievous smile were an almost fallen angel combination. Like a wolf in sheep's clothing or the Devil in disguise, just as Elvis Presley said in that song.

Spencer giggled as he ran his fingertips down your thighs, caressing your skin so gently that it felt like delightful torment. You fought to maintain an expression of indifference and boredom, but the goosebumps that passed through your body told him a different story.

Already knowing that not so soon you would give in and admit your lust, Spencer began to left kisses spread across the lower part of your thighs, enjoying the sound of your breathing becoming increasingly panting.

"What's the next step, professor? Your teaching method it's being too silent..." Spencer joked and you couldn't help but roll your eyes.

"Just... Just keep doing what you always do for now." You hummed with the last bit of patience you had left, grabbing the sheet to keep your hands out of Spencer's hair.

Another chuckle escaped Spencer's lips and he nodded, placing more soft kisses on your skin before moving closer to your pussy again, closing his eyes and inhaling the scent of your essence for a few seconds before leaving a quick delicate kiss on your bud. “F-fuck…” You squirmed slightly, your eyes widening at his unexpected action. "T-this is new..."

"I saw something like this while I was watching porn after our argument and I thought this might be good for you." Spencer confessed and you nodded with difficulty, a confirmation that the wished effect was occurring.

You looked at Spencer's cute face, but the eye contact lasted very little time, because as soon as Spencer's tongue began to tease your clit, your head arched back, more moans escaping as he held your legs firmly, not letting you give in to the normal human reaction of trying to deflect sudden pleasure. "Fuck... Why is this even better than usual?"

Spencer laughed again at the question you asked amidst the moaning session. He knew you were more touchy this time and he had an idea why. Probably due to the fact that both of you missed each other's bodies, as well as the fact that he was working hard as if it were actually a goal to be achieved, a prize to be won. But he wouldn't stop licking you to admit it. Deep down, he supposed that you were realizing that too.

"T-two fingers, Spencer! Put two fingers inside!" Your order left him a little disconcerted, since despite everything, he was used to putting in one finger at a time. As soon as he did what you demanded to him, he felt the walls of your pussy almost crushing his fingers, a desperate moan escaping your lips, fleshy and reddened from holding back the sounds that wanted to escape.

"Damn, honey... You're needy today." Spencer smirked, starting the movements more gently, wanting to enjoy the sight of you writhing around his fingers, begging for more. "You said it would just be a lesson, just a method to stop my stupid retroactive jealousy... But you're loving it, don't you?"

You just kept moaning. Even though the pleasure was obvious by the way your cheeks flushed and your hips rolled around Spencer's fingers. Pride prevented you from saying you were excited to make a mess on the sheets.

When Spencer interspersed the fingerfucking and his lips closing slightly around your clit, starting to suck gently, an immediate whimper left your lips. "F-fuck, do it again. Do it one more time, Spencie."

Spencer, the genius who learned too quickly, followed your commands like a good boy, sucking the swollen bud again, his fingers moving faster when he noticed how you eyes were rolling back in pleasure. It was a divine view. He could fuck you for hours, just as he could watch you cum for hours too.

He greedily licked away your first orgasm of the day, even though he knew it still wasn't enough. It still wasn't the goal you two were looking to achieve that morning. However, not only did Spencer never waste the opportunity to take in every drop of your sweet release, but he also knew that the first orgasm could make it easier to get closer to your potential squirt.

And to be honest, he might even be content with your normal orgasms, since you looked so beautiful when you came on his lips.

Your lungs burned for air as his breathing normalized, his heartbeat became faster and your vision readjusting to reality. When the white flashes disappeared, you look back at Spencer, who still has a cocky smile on his face, his fingers still working inside you.

"Honey, you're a very unfocused teacher." He mocked and the literal joke made you laugh, a weak, breathless sound, mixed with some sighs of pleasure that were impossible to you contain.

"Or maybe my dearest student's very diligent. Too much, actually." Your mockery made him laugh too. His lips moving closer to your intimacy again, but now focusing on nibbling the flesh of your thigh, speeding up his fingerfucking again. Even the smallest touch making you whimper, your pussy tightening from the overstimulation.

Spencer noticed this and bit your skin for the second time, now with a little more pressure, and you were sure you heard the neighbor from the next apartment knock on the wall to curse you for the sudden fucking loud moan in the middle of the morning. This only further increased Spencer's growing arousal and your need for more release. "Grumpy old woman." You mumbled about her, trying hard to hide the embarrassment that colored your cheeks.

"Oh, c'mon... Don't be shy, my dear wife." Spencer chuckled, licking your soft flesh before teasing your with his teeth again, but now just scraping them across your skin until he reached your core. You felt the moment when the central and lateral incisors brush against your clit. It was a soft act despite it taking a gasp from you due to the little pain. And then he did it again, returning to moving his fingers roughly.

When Spencer nibbled on your swollen clit, you almost screamed, but his free hand stopped you from moving away from him. “Relax, baby…” He purred, licking your sensitive pussy to redress for the pain he caused, his wet warm tongue matching perfectly with the bitter sting of his teeth returning to bit the same spot. It was so painful and hot...

“S-Spencie…” You whimpered as he blew on your slightly tortured clit. A rush of air so brief that you would barely feel it usually, but now, with your pussy burning in flames, the mere breeze of his sigh in that right spot made you shiver and squeeze his fingers tighter.

"It's okay, I'm feeling it, baby... I'm feeling your little pussy squeezing me. Are you gonna cum again? Will you be a good wife and wet my tongue with your cum?" Spencer practically growled, focusing back on fingering you, his fingers moving in and out of you at such a fast pace that the wet obscene noise joined your moans, filling the room like music to Spencer's ears.

The moment his tongue returned to licking your soaked folds, your body shook more than expected and you opened your mouth in a silent scream, your back writhing in Spencer's grip, arched and aching as the clear jets wetted your husband's face, a guttural groan escaping him as he opened his eyes to see you with your eyes closed and your legs shaking as he committed himself to drinking every drop from the fountain you provided.

Spencer didn't give you time to adjust to that non-routine orgasm. He took care of remaining with his head in the same position, between your thighs, licking your pussy as if it were the tastiest Oasis' water. Savoring the flavor, eyes closed as he concentrated on getting messy, not caring which part of his face he was rubbing against your warm cunt. Whether it was the lips, the nose, the chin... He rubbed every inch of his face, noticing how your moans became desperate again and you tried to push his head away, a mix of overstimulation and shyness.

Spencer always loved eating you out. However, nothing was like now. Nothing was like feeling eaten alive by a hungry lover, and at the same time so worshiped by him.

"J-Jesus... it's enough, Spencie. S-stop, please." You tried to push him away, enough to get a heavenly view of his face glistening due your juices, completely messed up and handsome like a angel.

But he looked up grinning like a devil. "Unless you want or need to say your safeword, then it's not enough and I'm not stopping now." He threatened, even though you two knew that the one word would stop him immediately.

Instead of answering him, you grabbed the back of Spencer's head closer to your already swollen pussy. He removed his fingers, focusing on letting you rub against his face. Every inch of the tip of his nose brushing against your folds was enough to make more pathetic whimpers come from you, plus a little liquid leaking out, now in light jets and low quantities.

You trembled, letting go of the back of his head and looking at him with your lip bleeding from biting so much. You wanted to say something, anything to say thank you, but Spencer had other plans. His fingers, still soaked from fucking your walls, began to return working on your clit. He smirked at your screams of pleasure, the tears streaming down your face... And he enjoyed every minute of all of this, exchanging his long fingers for his own palm, where the friction turned aggressiver, more painful, eliciting louder screams from you as he practically left your pussy raw, biting your thighs to create a mix of impressive actions whose only possible consequence was having you squirting into the palm of his hand, screaming like a whore. His little whore. Only his.

And when you did it, Spencer finally moved his arms away from your body. You sobbed, eyes closed and tears flowing. But he knew you were fine, especially when you let out a soft, weak and shy chuckle at just hearing the sound of him licking his own fingers so as not to waste any drop of your squirt.

"Was I better than your ex?" Spencer teased, pulling you to his chest, where he could caressing your hair and calm your tremors from all the orgasms he gave you.

Still with your eyes closed to try and calm down, you let out a scoff through your nose. He already understands how you feel, but that doesn't stop him from wanting you to say it, loud and clear. You nodded at his provocation and received a soft kiss on your forehead, while his hands snaked around your waist, getting closer to your tired and fragile body. "You're a very smart and diligent student." You managed to scoff and Spencer laughed, kissing your cheeks.

"Only because you're my favorite professor, honey."

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[osaemu]

GOJO SATORU: ❛❛ SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ staying the night at your ex-husband's house was a mistake. NSFW

contents: fem!reader. you and gojo have a daughter. oral (m. and f. recieving), satoru calls you a slut + whore, degradation mixed with praise, mocking, dacryphilia.

author's note: edit—crying bcs an irl read this and alluded to it in one of our convos pls actually kill me /hj

"hey, sweetheart," the man holding your daughter's hand says casually, as if he doesn't know how much you hate the pet name. "you took your sweet time."

a familiar scowl makes its way onto your face and you cross your arms. "satoru, will you ever stop calling me that?" you ask exasperatedly, pressing two of your fingers into your temples.

six years.

you've known satoru for six years, and you were his wife for four of them. now, after a long, painful road, you two were finally divorcées.

it's been a year since you and satoru ended things, and sure, it was hard for all of you, but life moved on. your daughter, to her delight, still gets to see her father on weekends. and unfortunately, you usually tagged along.

"mommy, can we stay for the night?" your four year old asks, looking up at you with big, shiny eyes. "please?"

you hesitate — if it were up to you, you wouldn't stay in this house, the one you once lived in any longer. "sorry, pumpkin. i think we should go. wouldn't wanna intrude on daddy's space any longer."

you hate the look on satoru's face when you refer to him in the same way your daughter does. fucking pervert.

"you two can stay as long as you want," satoru interjects smoothly. he smiles lazily, kneeling down to your daughter's height and ruffling her hair. "it's kinda late, isn't it? i'd hate for you to have to drive all the way back in the dark."

"yeah, mummy!" your daughter says, nodding along to satoru's words. "i'm tired."

you wince and ignore the smug grin on satoru's face as he stands back up with a soft grunt. "we should head home, kiddo. i bet your dad has work to do, and we have our own house."

satoru frowns slightly at the last statement, but he doesn't even consider shooting back — not in front of his daughter. "sweetheart," he says to you, voice coated in that sickeningly sweet tone that you hated, "it's late. and i don't have any work."

when satoru sees the way you scowl at him, a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. "you have any other reasons why you wanna leave?"

none that you need to know.

both your ex-husband and your daughter, who takes after her dad more, take your silence as grudging agreement. 

"hey, kid, d'you want to go to bed?" satoru fondly asks your daughter, ruffling her hair again. when she nods, sleepiness evident in her eyes, satoru scoops her up and carries her off to her room without looking back.

when they turn the corner into your daughter's room, you sigh and plop down on satoru's couch. your ex-husband was an infuriatingly good father, and it pissed you off. 

a couple minutes later, satoru strolls out of the room, closing the door gently behind him. 

"so, babe, you dating anyone?" satoru says conversationally as he plops down on the couch next to you. he's close enough to make you tense, but stays just out of your personal space.

"what's it to you if i am?" you mutter, ignoring the pet name. you know that if you tell him to stop, he'll just say it more, so you don't bother.

he scoffs and faces you, resting his back against the arm of the couch. "what's up your ass today?"

"fuck off, satoru."

satoru whistles and tsks at you, shaking his head. "language, sweetheart. you kiss our daughter with that mouth?" 

after a couple seconds, his expression softens and he studies your face carefully. "what's on your mind?"

and just like that, you're back to the times when the two of you were happy. back when satoru wasn't such a dipshit and actually cared about how you felt.

unfortunately, those times were over.

long over, you remind yourself as you dig your nails into the palm of your hand. "nothing you need to be concerned about," you reply. your tone is clipped, and the words come out harsher than you meant them to.

satoru doesn't seem to mind. in fact, he has a lopsided grin on his face as he scoots closer to you, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.

"you wanna fuck it out?"

his words are so unexpected that your mouth almost drops open. thankfully, it doesn't, but a couple minutes later, your legs do.

"fuckkk," you moan, tilting your head back as satoru's tongue trails a stripe up your slit. 

"keep it down, sweetheart," satoru says without looking up. "don't wan' to wake up our daughter, do ya?"

you hum in response, physically covering your mouth with one of your hands to muffle the sounds escaping the confines of your lips.

in the year that you and satoru had ended things until now, you'd slept with a couple guys. you'd even dated one or two of them, but god, none of them could use their mouth like satoru could.

satoru can't help but smile as he eats you out, pulling away momentarily to shake his head at you. "tsk, you were so mean to me earlier. and now look at you." he dips his head to nip at your clit and grins when he feels you flinch.

"i've barely even started and you're already drippin' all over my sheets," he mutters, lips brushing against your inner thigh. "fuck, takin' my tongue so good, you little slut."

"satoru, i w-wanna cum," you mewl, shuddering when his tongue re-enters your folds. "wan' you inside me."

"i already am, dummy."

you feebly attempt to swat his head in response before scowling and insisting that he knew what you meant.

satoru scoffs as he pulls himself up to face level to you. he readjusts his position over you so your back is pressed into the mattress underneath him before pressing his lips to your ear.

"let's put that mouth of yours to use, yeah?" he mumbles, slipping two fingers underneath his sweatpants' waistband and tugging him off. 

it's been years since you last fucked with satoru, and in that time you had forgotten just how pretty he was. you'd never admit it out loud, but you really didn't mind the reminder. setting into a comfortable position, you wrap your lips around his cock, relishing the way his moans get louder and louder.

you hum slightly, resisting the urge to smile when you feel satoru shake from the vibration. but god, his reaction when you run your tongue over his tip? priceless.

"fuck, baby, it's been too long since you've sucked me off. forgot how good you were- aah," he cuts himself off with a breathy moan. "fuckkk."

you briefly stop to look up at him with a cheeky smile. "you still moan like a girl, satoru."

"and you're as much of a slut for me as ever," he grumbles, reaching down and pushing your head into his painfully hard cock again. "d-don't stop, baby. feels s' good."

satoru's moans only get louder from there, until you have to be the one reminding him that your daughter's asleep two doors down.

"m' gonna cum," he whines, grabbing a handful of your hair and tangling his long fingers in it. "swallow all of it, yeah? don't waste a drop."

you nod your head obiediently, using your tongue just the way you know he's always liked to push him closer and closer to the edge until–

"fuckin' whore," satoru gasps, groaning loudly as he cums in your mouth, hips grinding against your face. "aah, missed your s-slutty tongue, baby, fuck."

"missed your girly moans," you manage to gasp before his tip hits the back of your throat, painfully so.

"shut up and swallow," satoru commands, tugging on your hair just enough to make you cry out. "yeah, who's moaning like a slut now, hmm?"

after you swallow all his cum and lick your now-swollen lips, satoru has you open your mouth so he can check. 

"good girl, looks like there's at least one thing you can do right, even if it is just sucking me off. c'mere," he mutters, pinning you down on the mattress and making the bedsprings creak loudly. "m' gonna fuck you, m'kay?"

you nod, reaching out to stroke his saliva-covered cock. "y-yes, please, satoru."

your ex-husband, who you should really not be fucking with, looks down at you with a smirk and takes your hand, bringing it up to his lips. "you look so pretty, baby. all covered in my cum, never looked hotter."

he nudges your legs apart with his knee before pushing himself into you, gritting his teeth through a smug grin when you cry out in pain. "careful, baby. wouldn't wanna wake up our daughter with your slutty moans, would ya?"

"s-satoru, hurts s' much," you whine, pawing at his chest. "you're too big, i can't-"

"you're too big, i can't," satoru mocks, rolling his eyes. "how do you think our daughter was made, baby? did the storks just drop her off?"

his next thrust is particularly harsh, and something about your pained cry almost makes him cum again on the spot. "fuck, we should do this more often," satoru cooes, reaching up and stroking your cheek. "wait, you cryin'?"

yes, you were crying. your cheeks were wet with a mixture of your tears and the remainder of his cum from earlier, and fuck, all you could think about was satoru's cock. so much for being so over him.

satoru laughs, shaking his head and slowing his pace to give you a kiss. "just when i thought you couldn't get any prettier, you gotta go and prove me wrong," he mumbles, licking his lips. "god, you're fucking beautiful."

he presses his lips to yours again, this time letting his tongue slip into your mouth. "i missed you so much, baby. i still do," he mutters in between kisses. he's controlling the pace, purposefully making each kiss's ending sudden as to not allow you to talk — only him.

"you know how many times i've jacked off to you?" satoru breaths, reaching down to grab your thighs and push you impossibly deeper into him. "you know how fuckin' much i want to put a ring on your finger?"

"satoru, i-" you try to say, but his mouth is on yours before you can finish your sentence. and a couple seconds later, more words are waterfalling out of him.

"fuck, baby, you have no idea. i fucked up, but i swear i've changed. c'mon, give me one chance, i-"

"mummy? daddy?"

you and satoru both flinch and whip your heads towards the door when you hear your daughter's voice, preparing to make up some far-fetched story to tell her besides we were fucking.

thankfully, the universe allows you two seconds to cover yours and satoru's bodies with a blanket before your daughter opens the door and pokes her head inside. "i heard noises."

you look at satoru for help making up an excuse, and thankfully he has one ready to go. 

"oh, we were just watching a movie," he lies, running a hand through his hair. "go back to bed, kiddo. we'll tuck you back in in a second, yeah?"

your daughter looks at you before looking back at satoru and nodding. 

"close the door, please!" you call as she turns to leave. when the door shuts behind her, you let out a long exhale and bury your head in satoru's chest.

and to your horror, the door opens once more.

your daughter looks at you with shiny, curious eyes. "mommy, are you and daddy back together?"

satoru saves you from having to answer that impossible question with a laugh, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer. "go back to bed, pumpkin. i'll be there to tuck you in."

ten seconds after the door shuts for what you hope is the final time, you turn and glare at satoru. "you're gonna tuck her in?"

satoru scoffs in mock disbelief, raising his eyebrows and pointedly looking you up and down. "if you wanna tuck in our four year old daughter covered in my cum, be my guest."

you nudge his arms off of you and bury your face in a pillow, groaning softly. "fuck you, satoru."

"love you too, sweetheart."

[etheraltides]

BITTER SWEET ᥫ᭡࿔

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x kook!thornton!Reader

Summarize: Rafe Cameron, a rising name in the business world, desperately needs a date for the wedding of the year. With a major investment deal on the line and his image at stake, he finds himself reluctantly turning to the last person he ever expected for help: Topper’s little sister, a girl he’s bickered with since he could remember.

Warning(s): cursing, Rafe being Rafe.

A/N: English isn’t my first language and I did my best to edit it all - so if something escaped me, please, let me know. Feedback is more than welcome .ᐟ

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ Chapter two: shopping for disaster ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

Rafe Cameron sat in his car outside Topper's house, the black SUV gleaming under the midday sun. He glanced at his watch for the third time in less than ten minutes, annoyance bubbling beneath the surface. Rafe had dismissed all his meetings in the afternoon and a few in the morning to make sure he'd be there in time so she wouldn't have an excuse to back away from it. He hadn't expected her to take her sweet time, but he should have known better.

Rafe should've known you weren't be civil even if you accepted it. Which, to be honest, still surprised him. He was ready to have the door slammed on his face but it seems not even you could say no to some easy money.

His phone buzzed with a text and for a moment, he thought it was saying you'd be down in five, but it was just Topper reminding him about their gym session tomorrow morning, having no idea what his best friend and sister were plotting behind his back. He sighed, shifting in his seat, the leather creaking under his movements in a way that had his annoyance growing. Why was it taking so long for you to get ready? You weren’t going for some fashion show, just to buy stuff downtown.

"Fucking bitch" Rafe muttered under his breath, hitting the horn a couple of times. He was already regretting all of this. The longer he sat there, the more the idea of bringing you as his fake girlfriend felt like a terrible decision. You'd probably jump at every chance to mess with him like you were doing now.

Just as he was about to give up and head home to, hopefully, contact a few clients, he spotted a car pulling up. He hadn't seen this one around before and by the low price, it surely wasn't your family’s. From the rearview mirror, he saw the loser push his aviators up, leaning in to kiss the girl. Rafe's stomach twisted as Topper's sister slid out, your hair tousled and a satisfied smile playing on your lips. Gross.

The sight of her closing the passenger door sent a jolt of irritation through him, mixed with something he couldn't quite identify. You looked carefree, laughing at something the guy said, and for a moment, Rafe felt like an intruder on a private scene he had no right to witness.

"Seriously?" he muttered under his breath, slamming closed the door of his truck. Were you hooking up while he was waiting in the sun?

You turned around towards the voice, your smile fading when you caught sight of him. His jaw clenched and his gaze sharp.

"Rafe?" you asked, surprise etching your features as you adjusted the strap of your bag, the casual air of confidence slipping slightly. You hadn't noticed his car when the touron parked. "You're early."

If Topper heard about this, you'd be dammed. You had told him you'd be sleeping over a friend.

"Or you're late.” he replied, crossing his arms, unable to keep the edge out of his voice. "What was that all about?"

Your brows furrowed, the glint in your eyes replaced by defensiveness. "I had... plans. Not that it's any of your business."

"Plans? Is that what you call it?" Rafe shot back, frustration bubbling to the surface as he ran a hand through his buzzcut. "You said we'd leave at noon. Did you really think it was okay to keep me waiting while you were off with some random douchebag? I fucking canceled my meetings to be here on time because you wanted to go shopping for shit!''

"As if you care, idiot." you snapped, the challenge in your voice clear. "I'm doing you a favor, remember? You have no right to question me about my plans and he wasn't a douchebag."

"Because I thought you'd have some decency!" he countered, irritation lacing his tone as he struggled to keep his voice down, walking closer to you. He points towards the car was minutes ago. "That asshole didn't even open the door for you when he dropped you off."

"Well, it was better than sit around and wait for you!" you shot back, an eyebrow raised defiantly as you wrapped your hair in a messy bun, feeling too hot from all this arguing in the sun. "It's not like you're the perfect image of being on time."

He shook his head, trying to tamp down the rising anger and something deeper that he always refused to acknowledge. "Let's just go, alright?" he muttered, opening the passenger door for you with an exaggerated sight.

You arched a brow, starring at him while he stood there with the door held open, for you. Whatever. You shook your head, clenching your jaw as you moved to the passenger seat, only to realize a second too late that you needed to change into something… well, better. The door was already slammed closed and Rafe was already on his seat.

Rafe started the engine and pulled out of the driveway. The radio was off and you had your arms crossed over your chest, looking to the window with an almost unnotiaciable pount on your lips. He didn't even give you time to shower and change. How could you go shopping in a t-shirt and jean shorts? Rude. Brute.

"Do you even have a plan for this?" you asked after a few minutes in silence, watching the front of the boutiques.

"Yeah, I figured we'd just wing it" he replied, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. Did Topper know you were hanging around with broken tourons now? If not, he'd make sure to tell him later.

"Wing it? You're kidding, right?" you laughed, but the sound had a sharp edge. A superiority that crawled under his skin. "People love to gossip at these events. If we just act like we're a couple, someone will definitely ask questions."

"Fine." he snapped, annoyance dripping in his voice as he parked the car in front of one of the many expensive stores of the island. "What do you suggest then, Mrs. Director of Fake Dates."

He hopped off the car and you rolled your eyes, grabbing your bag. You muttered a thank you as he opened the door for you, stopping in the sidewalk.

"Where did you say the wedding was again?" you furrowed your brows, not really remembering this piece of information. "Well, anyway. We need a backstory. Something believable. How about we say we've known each other since we were kids? You're my brother best friend. We had a falling out last summer and decided to give it another shot. Cliché. People eat that shit."

"Italy" He shrugged, following you as you decided which store would be first. You stopped in your tracks, looking at him with arched brows.

"Did you just say Italy as if in Europe?" you blinked, taking a deep breath as you nodded at yourself.

“How many fucking Italies do you know?” He snorted as his head turned to look at you, dumbfounded. You forced a smile, showing him the middle finger.

"Don't worry. It's just for one weekend, I told you." He held open the door of the boutique you stopped in front of, pushing you inside by the shoulder. "Let's keep the details of the story short, alright? The less people know, the better.”

“All right, Mr. Boring. Time to find me a dress that won’t embarrass you.”

Rafe followed you inside, mentally preparing himself for the impending chaos. The store was bright and stylish, filled with an array of dresses and heels. You immediately dove into the racks, pulling out pieces in vibrant colors and flowing fabrics, not sparring him a second glance.

Fuck, he could already feel his pockets hurting.

“Help me out here,” you called over your shoulder, an armful of dresses piled high. “You’ve got baby arms but let’s see if they can handle this.”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes as he picked up a few dresses. “I don’t have baby arms,” he retorted, but the smirk on his face betrayed his amusement. Baby arms, really?

“Are you serious right now?” you teased, glancing back at him with a playful challenge in your eyes. “Maybe I should get you my workout plan instead of a dress.”

He shot you a glare, but the corner of his mouth twitched in a reluctant smile before he caught himself. “Just get what you need, and I’ll carry it, but don’t expect me to play your little games.”

You grinned, the mischievous light in your eyes making his heart race. Because you were infuriating. “Oh, but you’re going to play. It’s part of the deal.”

You’d already been through several rounds of dresses - each one met with a casual nod or a half-hearted comment from Rafe as he scrolled on his phone. A sleek black gown had caught his eye for a moment, and the deep red one had nearly made him lose his cool, but he managed to keep his reactions under control. He wasn’t about to give you the satisfaction of knowing just how much he was affected. You already were infuriating enough without him feeding your ego.

But then you stepped out in a blue dress. It wasn’t just any blue dress—it clung to you figure like it was made for you, the fabric flowing and shimmering as you walked. It hugged your figure perfectly, accentuating you curves in a way that made his breath hitch. The neckline dipped just enough to draw the eye, and the slit running from the edge of the dress to the top of you thigh was nothing short of provocative. Rafe felt his heart race, an unfamiliar heat burning in his veins.

He caught himself staring, quickly snapping his gaze back up to your face. Get it together, Cameron. She was annoying, infuriating, and the last person he should be looking at like that. Yet here he was, shifting in his seat, a strange heat building in his chest as you spun around and gave him a look that practically dared him to say something.

“What do you think?” you asked, your voice teasing but soft, as if you already knew the effect the dress was having on him.

He cleared his throat, trying desperately to summon one of his usual sarcastic remarks. “It’s… fine,” he managed, though his voice didn’t carry its usual edge.

You tilted your head, eyes gleaming with amusement as you starred at him through the mirror. “Fine? Just fine?” You pouted and turned around. You stepped closer, and he could feel the air between you grow thicker. “You’re not even looking.”

“I’m looking,” he muttered, his eyes betraying him again by glancing down at your legs before he moved it to his phone. He hated how easy it was for you to get under his skin. Every part of him was screaming to look away, to say something snarky and put you in her place, but for once, he couldn’t find the words. You looked too good. He hated it.

“No witty comeback? Wow, I’m impressed,” you teased, taking another step forward, the fabric of the dress shifting with your movement in a way that only drew his attention more.

He swallowed hard, doing his best to remember why you annoyed him so much. You’re frustrating. You’re a pain. He forced himself to think of every little thing you’d ever done to irritate him, but the sight of you in that dress made it nearly impossible.

“At least you’re as hot as you are annoying,” he finally muttered under his breath, shaking his head in a vain attempt to hide the fact that his pulse was racing.

You raised an eyebrow, clearly delighted with his response. A surprise chuckle escaped your lips. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Rafe huffed, trying to regain some composure. “Don’t get used to it,” he said, though the slight crack in his voice betrayed him.

“Too much for your business crowd?” you asked, spinning around in front of the mirror, your tone laced with amusement.

“Nah, you’ll fit right in,” he said, though his mind was screaming the opposite. Too much. Way too much. Too much for his own sake.

As you turned back to the mirror, adjusting the slit in the dress, Rafe allowed himself one more glance, feeling a mix of frustration and something else bubble up inside him. He preferred you when you were just annoying.

“I’m not carrying you out when those heels become too much,” he tossed out, trying to steer the conversation back into a safer territory.

You laughed, not missing a beat. “Don’t worry, I can handle myself. But it’s nice to know you’re concerned.”

“Concerned?” he scoffed, rolling his eyes. “More like I just don’t want you slowing me down.”

But as you disappeared back into the fitting room, he leaned against the wall, running a hand through his hair in frustration. You were supposed to be his best friend’s little infuriating sister helping him with this. Yet with every passing second, it felt like you were becoming something else entirely. He couldn’t shake the way his gaze lingered on you, how he was beginning to dread the moment you’d step out of his line of sight. When did you turn human and stopped being a complete bitch?

Maybe it’s just been too long since Rafe got laid. Yeah, that was right. Between throwing his dad’s ashes and building a name for himself in the business world, Rafe barely had time to find some release. He’d fix it tonight.

Rafe was already at the counter, signing off on the receipt for all the dresses you’d tried on and decided that would be used in the weekend. His jaw clenched as he tried to ignore the numbers.

“Well, that was fun,” you quipped, an exaggerated smile as you leaned next to him, telling the lady that he’d be carrying all the bags.

Rafe shot you a look, muttering, “Fun? For you, maybe.”

“Come on, Rafe,” you teased, “one of the conditions for me agreeing to this whole thing was that you pay for everything.”

He scoffed, sliding his black card back into his wallet. “Yeah, trust me, I’m well aware. Still doesn’t make it any less painful.”

“Don’t be such a baby. We’re practically made of money,” you said, glancing at the bags filled with dresses for the wedding weekend. “Besides, you should be thanking me. You’re the one getting something out of this.”

“Yeah, I’m getting a headache.”

You rolled her eyes, nudging him playfully - a bit too hard. “You’re so dramatic.”

He offered you the fakest smile you’ve ever seen before shoving half of the bags to you.

As you stepped out into the street, Rafe hesitated. Against his better judgment, he found himself saying, “You hungry?”

You blinked, clearly surprised. “Why, Rafe Cameron, are you actually offering to buy me food after spending all that cash on dresses?”

“Don’t push it,” he grumbled, starting to walk toward a small café nearby. “But since we’re supposed to be convincing everyone at this wedding, we might as well figure out the rules over lunch.”

You followed, a surprised smirk playing on your lips. “Rules? You mean besides the one where you’re my personal ATM for the weekend?”

“Yeah, that one too,” he said dryly as they found a table outside the café, placing the bags down not so gently.

You sat down, menus in hand, and for a brief moment, they both seemed content to sit in silence. Until you broke it.

“Okay, so first rule,” you glanced up from the menu. “No kissing.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. “Why would think I’d kiss you? I’m not desperate”

“We can hold hands, lean in, whatever. But no actual kissing,” you insisted, tone firm. “This is strictly business.”

“We can hold hands, lean in, whatever. But no actual kissing,” she insisted, her tone firm. “This is strictly business.”

“Strictly business, huh?” He smirked, shaking his head. “You say that, but you’ll be the one swooning if we get too close.”

You let out a laugh, clearly unimpressed. “Please, Cameron, if you were half as charming as you think you are, you wouldn’t need a fake girlfriend in the first place.”

“Oh, I’m charming enough. You’re just stubborn and blind.” He leaned in a little, lowering his voice. “Admit it - you’re at least a little curious what it’d be like.”

Your smile faltered just for a second before it was replaced with a disgusted face, “Curious? About you? Only to see how much more annoying you can get.”

Rafe’s gaze flickered down to your legs as you shifted in the seat, his jaw tightening as he caught himself. Annoying. Infuriating. But damn if you’re not hot, he thought, biting back a comment. His expression hardened, trying to snap himself out of it. He really needed to get laid, quickly.

You crossed your arms, leaning forward a little. “Second rule: no jealous boyfriend act. I don’t need you scaring off guys at the wedding.”

Rafe rolled his eyes. “Why would I be jealous? Get over yourself.”

“Yeah, okay,” you leaned back in your chair. “Just remember, this isn’t real. No need for the possessive act.”

“I got it. Fake dating. No jealousy,” he repeated, the sarcasm dripping from his voice.

“And no trying to use this as an excuse to annoy me,” you added with a pointed look. “Topper won’t be knowing about this. Ever.”

Rafe barked out a laugh. “Annoy you? That’s practically the only fun part of this arrangement.”

“Right, because you’re soooo fun to be around,” you shot back, rolling your eyes dramatically.

“Look, just follow my lead, alright? I’ll make sure we don’t look like complete idiots in front of my business associates,” he said, picking up his menu.

“I’m not the one who looks like an idiot,” you muttered under your breath, pretending to read the menu.

He snorted, clearly hearing you, but chose not to respond. The air was filled with silence again as they waited for the waiter.

Finally, you set your menu down and locked eyes with him. “Okay, but one more thing.”

“What now?” he asked, exasperated.

“No flirting with other girls while we’re there. I’m not covering for you if you get caught in some hotel scandal.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow, half amused and half annoyed. “Please. I should’ve known you were the jealous type.”

“Oh, sure,” your voice dripping with sarcasm. “Just stick to the plan, Rafe. We get in, play our parts, and get out without embarrassing ourselves. You can handle that, right?”

Rafe leaned in slightly, his smirk still in place. “I don’t know, princess. You seem pretty good at embarrassing yourself. Might be contagious.”

You glared at him but couldn’t hold back a small smile. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re still here, so what does that say about you?”

You opened you mouth to respond, ready say that it made you the kindest person in the world, but the waiter returned just in time to take your orders. As you waited for the waitress to come back with your order, you pulled your phone to scroll, had seen enough of Rafe’s face for the afternoon.

You tried to think of the best way to survive this fake dating arrangement with as little emotional damage as possible for one weekend. Maybe you’d end up killing each other first.

“Can you…” you took a deep breath, nibbling on your bottom lip while you looked around before meeting his gaze. “Not tell Topper about what you’ve seen earlier?”

“The douchebag?” Rafe arched a brow, his jaw tensing as he remembered the encounter, your hair tousled.

“He isn’t a douchebag but yeah, that.” you let out a long sigh, sipping on your juice.

“I’ll think about it. Let’s see how you will do during the wedding, huh.” He offered you one of these smug smirks that made you want to punch his face. Of course he wouldn’t make things easy for you.

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ TAGLIST: @megiiite @melsunshine @maybankslover @wearemadeofstardust0 @lilithblackkk

[jasscheeks]

haikyuu ; the wing spikers

their reactions to if you had to go home

pairings: iwaizumi, tsukishima, hinata, osamu, ushijima, bokuto, suna, and asahi x fem!reader

i hope this isn’t too longgg i just wanted to make sure i got just abt everyone

tell me if i forget anybody or there’s someone else you want to see!

warnings: after-timeskip characters, i love ushijima yall

m.list

pretty setter edition

IWAIZUMI hops up with you when you get up and starts helping you look for your stuff. you'd been staying over for a few days, it might've been longer but the two of you stopped counting. you stayed so long to the point where he'd reserved a few drawers and hangers for your clothes, making his apartment a place where you can live comfortably. his house became like a home away from home to you, just like he intended.

but you're confused as he starts following you towards the door and slipping his shoes on with you. last time you checked, you were the one who didn't live here. "iwa? where are you going?" you ask but he just shrugs and grabs both of your coats and sidles behind you.

"what do you mean?" he holds your jacket open for you to slip your arms through. "i'm taking you back to your apartment," he explained as you turned towards him, helping you adjust the sleeves of your jacket.

you looked up at your boyfriend as if he'd grown another eye. "it's pretty late though," you then returned the gesture as you helped him put his coat on. while you straightened out the front of his jacket, he took the opportunity to wrap his arms around your shoulders.

"babe that's even more of a reason for me to take you," he chuckled, eyes practically glistening as he stared down at you. "there's no way i'm letting you take the subway alone this late at night," he told you before pressing a kiss to your forehead. seeing the look on your face, he could tell you were readying your protest. so he beat you to it, "and it's fine, i want to drive you home, that's just more time together."

so without another word, you hopped into the passenger's seat of iwaizumi's car. your laughter, the music you played between your shared account, and your singing filled the interior. as he glanced over at you, a smile immediately plastered itself on your lips, proving iwaizumi's point that he couldn't be any happier than when he's with you. you bring a certain light to any situation that no one can replicate.

however, on the ride back it was quiet, just him and the playlist the two of you had created. the whole ride every song would remind him of you, and he could imagine you now, singing your heart out in the passenger seat. he could hear your coax as you desperately tried to get him to sing at least one line. but looking over at the passenger's side, he was met with the vacant space that was reserved for you only.

back at his apartment, it wasn't any better now that everything reminded him of you. he saw you at every crevice and every turn, it was starting to feel a little lonely and empty without his other half around. you lit up his apartment with your very presence, every single lamp would simply pale in comparison.

20 minutes into the silence, he was starting to think that maybe he should've convinced you to spend just one more night.

"what are you doing?" TSUKISHIMA asks, seeing you slowly gathering your stuff together. you'd just been lounging about in his apartment, now watching some random movie on netflix as you cuddled into his side.

well, you were until you suddenly got up and grabbed your bag and started shoving your stuff inside.

even though tsukishima would never admit it, he loved having you so close. you were so warm and cuddly that he couldn’t help but want to keep you around him, it was hard not to miss you. so feeling your body heat leave his side he immediately noticed and turned to look at you.

peering over your shoulder, you can already feel his hard stare on you before even making eye contact. without his glasses, he looked even sharper than he is with them on.

“oh, it's just, it’s getting a little late tsuki," you stated as you gently put your bag down, your arms relaxing, "i don't want to overstay my welcome, you know?"

his eyebrow quirked up just hearing that. "overstay?" he repeated, sass laced throughout his voice. you turned completely towards him before he shook his head and reached over, "what are you on about?" he grunted as he grabbed a hold of your hand and pulled you back into his arms, returning you to his side just as you were.

"just..." he looked down at you only to pause seeing the way you were ogling at him. just seeing your eyes sparkle, he could've sworn he felt his heart stop for a second. it didn't help that he found you to be the prettiest girl on the planet. and to think you were here and only had eyes for him, he felt like the luckiest guy alive.

looking away, he felt his cheeks warm up as blood rushed to his face. "stay for now..." he then muttered, "and stop looking at me like that."

your sweet, sweet giggles filled the air, knowing the way tsukishima gets embarrassed all too well. he can never fool you, even as he tried to look all tough you could still see the tips of his ears turning red like apples. "stop looking at you like what?" you teased, laying your head on his chest, intertwining your fingers with the hand he had wrapped around your waist.

he didn't dare look at you, knowing you'd only tease him more. you were beating him at his own game like you always did, doing the exact thing that made him fall head over heels for you. "i don’t find you funny," he quipped in the most serious tone he could muster, but he's lying straight through his teeth.

HINATA watched on curiously, as you kissed his cheek and stood up from the couch the two of you had huddled together on. “huh?” he asked out loud, waiting for you to repeat what you had just said.

his eyes followed you as you walked to the kitchen, watching as you grabbed your keys from the counter, the jingle of them immediately catching his attention. that sound was way too familiar for him, and he had an idea of what was coming next.

"you’re going home?" he asked as he leant his head backwards over the head of the couch, his vision looking as though you were walking on the ceiling towards the bedroom. a few seconds passed by and you were walking out with your bag, eyes finding his. you were definitely leaving, and he could already feel his heart dropping.

as you approached him, you snorted, his silly posture tickling your heartstrings. placing your hands on either side of his face, you leant over to press a soft kiss onto his pouted lips. "mhm, it’s about that time,” you confirmed his worst fear. as soon as the two of you parted he was quick to sit up, seemingly giving himself whiplash but that never was the case with hinata.

“but why?” he asked, slightly making you jump at his sudden outburst of energy. “you’re leaving already? it feels like you just got here…” he scratched the back of his head, his eyebrows knitting together.

whenever he was with you, his internal clock slowed down so he could savor every moment with you. time passed by so excruciatingly slow, though he’d rather that than time to fly by. he noticed that he truly wanted to be present for every minute when he was near you, so of course he made sure to give you his utmost attention.

and he was quite well at what he did. he’s never made you feel like he wasn’t listening or like he was annoyed with your presence. in his eyes, you were like the sun and him the sunflower that made it a point to find the sun. “shoyo, i’ve been here all day!” you giggled those contagious giggles he was drinking up, his own smile growing onto his lips as well. throwing your arms over his shoulders from where you stood behind the couch, your laughter filled his ears. you just couldn’t help it, he was cute without even trying.

his muscular hand met your side, the other grabbing hold of your arm. “no, seriously! you really can’t stay?” he asked as he slightly laughed just hearing your bellows. his thumb rubbed soothing circles into your arm, hoping that this little bit would convince you.

his eyes gave you that same look he always gave you when you had to leave. eyebrows furrowed, brown eyes filled with sadness, and the tiny jut of his lips, you knew his tricks all too well. “please? just one night?” he added, flashing a pleading smile your way.

just like you knew him, he knew you all too well. he could see you crumbling bit by bit, internally debating if you should stay or not. and of course, it was clear to the both of you that soon “one night” would turn into multiple.

you sighed, tilting your head to the side as you played with the orange hairs that fell at the back of his neck. “mmm…fine, just one more night,” you bit his bait, immediately noticing the victorious smile that curled itself onto his lips.

he pulled you in close and pressed a long kiss into your check, “alright! now come back over here! i’m starting to get cold,” he released you from his arms, watching giddily as you made your way around and back into his cuddles, right where you belonged.

OSAMU is confused when you start making moves to leave. you start talking about how late it is and how you have a class in the morning. but how could you even think about leaving when the both of you are so comfortable, snuggled up on his bed right now? he can be the one to take you to your classes too, problem solved.

but he sees you slowly moving away, and it's hurting his heart bit by bit. "babe, you're hurting my feelings right now, where are you going?" he asked, sneaky fingers inching closer to your waist.

you freeze, eyes finally meeting his. the look in them is unreadable, but you can tell by the tone of his voice he doesn't appreciate you scooting off the bed. "it's about time i start heading home, 'samu. i've been here all day," you answered, not even noticing the arm he snaked around your waist.

he shrugged, "duh, but i don't mind," he quipped as he slowly pulled you back into his chest, "can't this be like your second home?" he cuddled back into you, hoping you wouldn't move away again. "your home away from home?" he suggested, with his arms wrapped securely around you, he nuzzled his face into your neck like he had before.

"but ‘samu…” you asked him, your voice echoing in his ears. “are you sure?” he hummed back affirmatively, the sound of his deep voice vibrating against your neck, tickling your skin. you couldn't fight the smile that spread on your lips, "so if i moved in tomorrow you wouldn't be mad?" you asked again, making him hum confusedly.

"nope, actually, that can be arranged,” and just like that, he sent your heart straight to the clouds. he adjusted himself to where he hovered over your body with his arms holding him up. "i like it better when you're here, it looks and feels a lot brighter, ya' know?" his eyes bore into yours, the warm yet serious glint in them sending butterflies bounding around your insides. "maybe it's about time you move in."

you reached for his cheeks, a smile on your lips as you guided him back down. "guess i'm staying permanently, hmm?" softly, you pressed yours against his, your smile spreading to his lips with one touch. his woody musk and the smell of his restaurant filled your nostrils. its delicious scent filled your lungs and suddenly you craved his cooking. and of course, the only way you could get that was by spending the night.

his hands roamed down, pulling your leg to wrap around his waist, the mere feeling of his touch sending a whirlwind of butterflies fluttering through your stomach. as your kisses began to get a bit more feverish, both your hands began to wander around each other, the ins and outs of your bodies feeling like second nature to the two of you.

so softly, he murmured against your lips, “mhm, we can work the details out later, baby,” he kissed your chin this time, trailing his way down. “just for right now…stay, please.”

"i’d like it if you stayed," USHIJIMA suggested, turning his head to you. you sat with your body facing his, legs sitting over his lap as his big, strong hands massaged soothing circles over your calves. his massage only stopped when you’d mentioned heading back to your own apartment. “i like having you here,” he trailed a hand down from your knee to your ankle.

you blinked back, getting the exact answer you expected. you were merely testing the waters, considering this was the first time you’d stayed over for so long. “i’ve been here all day though, toshi,” you tilted your head to the side, eyes never once leaving his. so far the water was warm and inviting.

“doesn’t make me like it any less,” he shrugged back, directing his eyes to the pretty pair of legs sitting in his lap. “it’s fine, there’s no rule saying you can’t stay longer,” he grazed his gentle touch over your skin, the mere feeling of his calloused fingers gliding over you sent shivers up your spine. you loved how he expressed himself unapologetically. there was nothing but transparency between the two of you. no secrets, no lies, just transparent love.

ushijima wasn’t a man of many words, but when he felt strongly about something, he’d make it known. you always adored that about him. you could listen to him ramble about volleyball for hours, because the sparkle it brought to your lovers eyes was something worth witnessing.

he was much of the same, always giving you his undivided attention and respect when you’d open up to him. it’s only been a little bit over a year since the two of you started dating, but he could already see you being his last. just watching you smile and laugh as you recalled something from your day, he can already imagine you moving through your shared home, glistening ring on your finger as you joined him on the couch just as you are now. he wanted to be the reason behind that smile, behind that melodious laugh that could be heard from far and wide.

you’re his first and last love, and ushijima’s sure of it.

“so you don’t mind if i stay the night?” you flashed that sweet smile he often dreamt about. just looking at you he was transported back to the first time he met you at one of his games. back then he just knew he needed to have you, and his gut hasn’t proven him wrong yet.

exhaling through his nose laughing, he hooked an arm underneath your legs and pulled you further down the couch. dipping you back onto the plush cushions beneath you, you caught a glimpse of the grin on his lips as he hovered over you. “i wouldn’t mind if you decided to stay a lifetime,” he pressed a kiss into your cheek, picking his legs up onto the couch as well. as he pressed more kisses into your skin, he basked in the sweet giggles that fell from your lips, your soft hands meeting his cheeks.

“toshi, stop that tickles!” you squealed the closer he got to the crook of your neck, the exact place you were ticklish. he knew that of course, kissing that spot on purpose just to hear you laugh.

he pressed just a few more kisses into your jaw and cheeks, before he was coming up to meet your eyes. your smile was contagious, as he leant into the touch you ghosted over his cheek, craving for more, “so you’re staying over?” he asked, one last time.

just by the look in your eyes, he had an idea what the answer would be. pulling him back down you murmured against his lips, “i’m staying for a lifetime,” you smiled before pressing further, capturing his lips with yours.

BOKUTO goes into extreme sulk mode, he's as dramatic as can be. he's helping you get your stuff together, just very...very...slowly. he's hoping that maybe the slower he goes the faster you'll forget and stay over for a few more hours.

earlier you were showering him with kisses and endless affection, now you were talking about leaving him? what man would be okay with that? definitely not this one.

he can't function without waking up to your pretty face in the early mornings. who will he wait on in those late nights to come back to his arms? who will he try to make food for on those nights they want to have homemade food? and who will he have to hold him when he's feeling down? you were one of his life sources, he always feels so energized and content when he's in your presence.

"kou, for the last time, i'm not leaving you, i'm just leaving your apartment." you pressed your lips against his cheek, your hands holding either side of his face. here he was holding your waist against his slumped body, sunken shoulders conveying his distaste for the loss of your company. he mumbled something along the lines of that's basically the same thing, making you tut your lips at him.

he looked down at you, those dejected eyes telling you just how much he wanted you to stay. "babe, you can facetime me when i get home, i'll call you as soon as i get back."

"i know, i know...just," he nodded, leaning into your soft touch. he was never this sulky whenever you left his apartment. of course there was the occasional whining here and there, but this was a full-blown emotional roller coaster. "not even for a few more hours?" he tilted his head into the palm of your hand, letting his gaze remain locked on yours. he'd never shy away from making eye contact with you, you were just about the only thing he could stare at for hours on end.

his pretty girl, he's completely enamored by you he can't exist in a world without you, or better yet an apartment that doesn't have you in it. "not even, i have to go home and finish packing for my trip," you cooed, but for some reason that only made matters worse.

he'd almost let the fact that you'll be gone for a whole two weeks on your girl's trip to cancun slip from his mind. it was just the icing on the cake. why can't you just bring him along? he always argues that he wouldn't bother you at all unless you call for him. "ugh, that's two long weeks without you," he hugged you tighter, burying his face into your shoulder this time, relishing in the giggles that fell from your pretty lips. "i'm missing you already," he mumbled, as he nuzzled into your skin, feeling your soft touch along the base of his neck. the sound of your laugh lifted the weight off his shoulders just a little bit, but he still was torn over this.

even as you hop into your car and drive away, he's leaning on his doorframe, hoping you'll return home as soon as you can.

"why are you trying to leave?" SUNA demands in that monotone voice, his strong arms holding you tight against his chest. you squirmed all you could, giggling at how serious he was. he'd caught you red-handed as you tiptoed around his apartment discreetly gathering your things without notifying him first. he scooped you up so quick, keeping you in hug jail until you answered him.

it was all within good reason though. you knew exactly how he acted when you left his apartment. suddenly his clingy side would come out to play and you were back in his arms for another day or so. how could you say no to him? he was so pretty and his hazel eyes only melted that adamant facade you'd put up. suna rintarou was utterly irresistible in your eyes.

you weren't complaining though, because when you think about it, you like being at his apartment more than anywhere else. contrary to your joint friends' belief, his apartment was way more clean than they'd joked about. he kept it clean and tidy and always kept some of your clothes over so you'd have something to change into. but he did prefer you wear his clothes a lot more, saying they made you look cute.

"suna! let gooo, i promise i'll be back later!" you turned your head to look at him. as you lifted your hand to caress the left side of his face, he turned inwards so he could look at you. "we'll see each other on saturday," you giggled at the pout on his lips and the way his deadpan expression barely changed.

he shook his head, "it's tuesday, that's too far," he groaned before he unraveled his self from around you. instead, he ducked down and hooked an arm under your legs, supporting your back with his other arm as he hoisted you up into his arms. hearing your girly squeals and feeling you cling onto him for dear life, he snickered and mumbled a small, "i got you," adjusting your position so he could keep you secure against his chest.

swiftly, he began walking back to the bedroom, ready to return to that comfy position the two of you were just in, all before you so rudely got up and left him. "rin, i'm still leaving." you smacked his shoulder, noticing he was doing all he could to ignore your pleas.

he gently let you down onto the soft sheets, before crashing next to you, pulling you back into his arms. his grip was firm, even as you tried to break free from his arms, he wasn't budging at all. softly, he pressed a kiss against your forehead, smiling at the way you relaxed, "shhh, let's just sleep for now."

but even after he dragged you back to the bed, you found a way to get home after all. he stood at the doorframe, pulling out all the stops to get you to stay but you weren’t budging.

finally, you gave him his goodbye kiss, and of course he was trying to use that as opening to pull you back inside (he failed). expect a lengthy facetime call of him listing a plethora of pros if you move in together once you make it home.

"you're leaving?" ASAHI sleepily murmurs into your temple, his arms still draped around your frame. his big hands rested at the small of your back, and with his muscular arms hugging you close, you were basking in the warmth that emanated off of his core. and that only made it harder to move.

mumbling, you snuggled further into his chest as you snaked your arm up and around his shoulder, pulling yourself closer to him. "mhm...i gotta get home," the drowsy tone was still so prominent in your voice. your words held no real intention, because as long as asahi was the comfy, warm, grizzly bear that he is, you weren't moving a single inch.

after the day the two of you spent outside his apartment, this nap was much needed. he had taken you on quite the eventful date that lasted just about all day. first, you hit up your favorite breakfast place, then both of yours and his favorite clothing shops, he even bought you a few things and vice versa. on top of that he took you to a dine in movie theater. and again after the theater, he had to take you out to ice cream. the two of you came to the conclusion a few dates back that no date is complete without ice cream.

all that food and running around the city was definitely catching up to you both. it seemed as soon as you stepped foot in asahi's apartment, melatonin lingered in the air that had the two of you walking like zombies to his bed. he was quick to hoist you up into his arms, keeping you pressed up against his chest as the two of you dozed off.

"hm," he hummed, his soft yet deep voice echoing through your ears. "when are you leaving?" he asked, his sleepy voice sending butterflies throughout your body.

you hummed, trying to figure out just when you were going to leave. but the more you sunk into the warmth that was practically radiating off of his body, the more you didn’t want to leave. you'd been at his place all day, so you felt like it was about time you started heading home. but these cuddles were well-needed and heavily persuading your previous choices.

prying your eyes open, you searched his sleepy expression, your own drowsy mind taking over as you slowly blinked up at him. his eyes were fully closed and his lips were slightly parted, to which you placed a sweet kiss to the corner of. "in...a little bit," you finished. but that was most definitely a lie.

as his lips curled into a bashful grin, you were snuggling back into your position. already, you could feel yourself drifting off to take yet another nap, wrapped up in his arms.

thank you for reading!! and please repost! if i missed anybody or there’s someone you want to see, let me know!!!

[curawrites]

Searching, Saving, Sparring, Kissing

Garrick Tavis x fem!Reader

Warnings: Minor Onyx Storm spoilers, cursing, unwanted attention from a man, sparring, kissing, lazy ending.

Note: Exams are finally over and I’m finally free!! Yippee!!! 💚Anyways, I tried something different with this fic and it turned out okay I think? Idk I kinda gave up on editing this more because it’s all I’ve done for the past few days.

Tag list: @ttheslutttybookwworm @sheblogs @mazzer @luvly-writer @river-of-woe @celeste-fourthwing

Garrick sighed as he once again, looked at the time. You were supposed to have joined him for training in the sparring gym ten minutes ago but you still hadn’t showed up.

Strange.. It wasn't like you to be late.

Although, it was the weekend so you could have just slept in.. Wait- No, you couldn’t have because every morning you wake up early to go fly on your dragon Ahvi, he knew this. But even then, you should have been back by now.

So where were you?

When five more minutes had passed and you still hadn’t showed up Garrick decided that he should go find you. Who knows, maybe you lost track of time flying or maybe you were still getting ready in your dorm.

Figuring the most likely scenario was the first one, he decided to question Chradh before venturing out to look for you in the quadrant, “Is Ahvi in the Vale?” He asked through the bond.

“She is and has been for the last thirty minutes now that she went out on her usual morning flight with the Shy One you like.” Chradh answered.

So you were back from your flight.

After thanking his dragon, Garrick left the sparring gym to try and catch you on what he assumed would be your way to the gym from your dorm.

But he never got to run into you before he found himself questioning the girl who lived next to you as he stood in front of the door to your dormitory. “Hey do you know if Y/n is in there?” He asked her.

She blinked at him suspicious before answering, “I heard her leave this morning like she usually does but I don’t think she’s been back.” She shrugged before walking off.

Well that’s weird. If you weren’t in your dorm, or on your way to the gym, or out flying, where were you?

The only other place Garrick could possibly think of would be the Archives. It was possible that you had decided to return a few books before meeting up with him, and had lost track of time while looking over the new books Jesinia would have given you.

To avoid the long walk to the Scribe Quadrant, he decided to discreetly use his distance wielding to travel there in an instant.

Thankfully the first person he saw when he entered the Archives was Jesinia. He quickly signed a greeting to her before asking her if she had seen you this morning.

She gave him a confused look before signing back that she hadn’t seen you since you had came the week prior.

Garrick visibly deflated at her answer then signed a quick thank you before he left.

How in the gods names was he not able to find you? It wasn’t like you were Xaden who could hide in the shadows. You had your routine and you liked books where else- Then it hit him, you could be in the library!

Not only was it in the Rider’s Quadrant but it was on the way from your dorm to the sparring gym.

He scolded himself for not thinking of that sooner, before he once again used his distance wielding to get to the library. Only to not find you anywhere amongst the many cadets currently studying for whatever tests they had.

Now he was truly stumped, it’s not like you would’ve wanted to ditch him or anything. You had agreed to his offer very enthusiastically and with the cutest blush on your face, so he knew you had intended on coming.

As a last resort, he decided to question Chradh again, “Does Ahvi know where Y/n is? I can’t find her anywhere.” Garrick asked as he walked through the halls, still keeping an eye out for you.

Chradh grumbled in slight annoyance, “I’m sure Ahvi knows exactly where her own rider is. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t be eating double her weight in sheep as we speak.” He pointed out, as if Garrick could see what he was observing.

Garrick sighed, “Could you just ask her where she is? ..Please.” He said as he undid the wrap around his hand.

Chradh let out a displeased growl, “And interrupt Ahvi’s feasting? I think not. I’d rather fly all the way to the border in a thunderstorm before facing her wrath.” He responded.

Garrick rolled his eyes, “Tell her I asked then, maybe she’ll take it better because she likes me.” He rewrapped his hand as he waited for a response.

Seriously how bad could Ahvi be? She was half Chradh’s age and size for the gods’ sakes.

After a few seconds of silence Chradh finally replied, “The Shy One is in the courtyard.” He informed through a stubborn grumble.

The courtyard? Why would you be- Garrick shook his head, all that mattered was that he knew where to find you, “Thank you.” He huffed before immediately heading to the courtyard.

Thankfully the walk wasn’t long and when Garrick finally stepped outside, he was immediately met with the sight of you talking with some guy. A guy he couldn’t seem to recognize.

It’s not like he knew every person in the quadrant, but this guy was no cadet, he had a lieutenant’s patch on his flight jacket. But why would a lieutenant even be at Basgaith? More importantly, why were you even talking to this guy in the first place? And what the fuck was he giving you?

Garrick felt his fists tighten as he watched the guy hold out a black leather harness strapped with two very ornate looking short swords and eight matching daggers towards you.

Considering he knew Xaden had spent a small fortune on Violet’s daggers, he could only imagine that this man had used his entire life savings to buy those.

Jealousy churned in the pit of Garrick’s stomach as he watched you tense up in surprise. But to his shock and relief, you didn’t jump up and squeal like you usually did when you were excited. No, you took a few steps back, causing the guy’s smug expression to falter before he started to step towards you.

Garrick’s protective instinct kicked in before he was walking closer to the rotunda where you stood.

The first thing he was able to hear was your very shy but polite protests, “N-no. Gods no I can’t accept that..!” You stuttered, waving your hands frantically in front of you.

The guy chuckled at your stunned expression, “Come on Y/n, don’t be so modest! This gear is specially made for your signet! You see, all the swords and daggers have runes imbedded in their blades that allow you to cover them in flames without the metal melting.” He explained proudly.

You stared at him in complete disbelief before an awkward laugh bubbled its way out of your throat, “Oh Tom- Th-this is.. This is too much..” You sputtered as you took another step back.

Tom flashed you a charming smile, “Nonsense! I can’t help but spoil you okay? You are my favourite cadet after all.” He said as he began to unbuckle and pull out all of the harness’ straps. “Here, I’ll even help you put it all on.” He offered.

Garrick felt bile build up in his throat. What. The. Actual. Fuck.

Your entire body tensed, “Tom it’s really not necessary- I’m already late for my sparring session..” You protested but he had already sunk to his knees.

Tom completely ignored any and all of your pleading as he strapped you into the harness. Once the straps were wrapped snuggly around your thighs and hips, he adjusted the sheaths of each blade, making sure the two short swords crossed comfortably above your butt, while the daggers rested on the outside of your thighs.

When he was seemingly done you let out a sigh of relief. Thank the gods..

But Tom wasn’t getting up, instead he was staring up at you while his hands rested on your thighs, inches away from your ass.

You blinked down at him, waiting for him to move but the moment never came, “Um.. I need.. I need to go now- Garrick is waiting for me..” You chuckled awkwardly.

Tom’s brows furrowed, “Y/n, I barely see you.. Surely he can wait a little longer.” His hands gripped your harness tightly.

A shaky sigh left your lips, “Tom, please.. I’m already really late..” You pleaded, keeping your tone gentle as you tried to loosen the hold he had on the leather straps.

That was the last straw for Garrick. It was clear to him that you were not feeling this guy at all and despite that you were still being way too nice to the fucking creep.

And while he adored your shy and kind demeanour, it was unfortunately your biggest detriment when it came to confrontation. Especially when it came to people who were of a higher rank than you, like a lieutenant.

Having enough of watching you let Tom walk all over you, Garrick finally decided to make his presence known. “Ah, there you are Y/n, I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” He called out as he walked to your side.

Your head whipped towards him, revealing the embarrassed flush that coloured your face, “Garrick I’m so sorry. I- I was just on my way after I flew with Ahvi but I got caught up-“ Words awkwardly tumbled from your mouth as you desperately tried to explain yourself.

Stupid Tom! This was not how you wished Garrick had found you. Now he was going to think you weren’t interested in him but you really were and-

Garrick only shook his head, “Don’t apologize you were only ten minutes late when I decided to go look for you. I assumed you went to the Archives to return some books to Jesinia before we were supposed to meet up.” He smiled reassuringly.

A blush warmed your cheeks, “A-ah.. you know me too well..” You muttered as you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

With your attention else where, you didn’t notice that Tom was finally standing up.

He completely ignored Garrick’s presence as he brushed the grass off of his pants, “We’ll continue this later, yeah?” He looked at you expectantly, a strained smile plastered on his face.

Before you could respond, Garrick glared at him, “Unfortunately you won’t. We have a test to study for after training.” He lied before turning to you, “Now then, let’s go spar.” He put a hand on your lower back.

You nodded stiffly, quietly uttering a simple goodbye to Tom before you let Garrick lead you back inside the quadrant. “Thanks for getting me out of that Garrick..” you muttered as the tension left your body.

He glanced towards you, “Yeah, don’t worry about it. That Tom guy seemed like a real creep..” Garrick commented with a shudder.

A sigh left your lips, “He seemed perfectly normal the last few times we’ve chatted but I guess me mentioning we had plans set him off or something..” You shrugged as you walked into the sparring gym. “Anyways enough about him. I want to talk about sparring.” You huffed before pulling out some cotton wraps from your pocket.

Garrick smiled, “Someone’s excited.” He teased while adjusting the mat that he had claimed earlier that morning.

Your cheeks warmed, “Why wouldn’t I be? It’s good practice to spar with you, especially unarmed because I’m shit at it. I do well with a weapon and my signet, and I can take on most girls without them. But I’d rather not get my ass handed to me by some buff first year guy again because that was embarrassing..” you cringed at the memory as you wrapped up your hands and knuckles.

He hummed in response as he fixed his own wraps, “So no weapons?” He said as he glanced towards you.

“Nope. Just hand to hand.” You confirmed as you loosened all your harness’ straps

The harness fell down your legs and hit the floor with a metallic thud, “Aww you don’t want to try out your new gear? I was looking forward to having you hold such a pretty knife at my throat.” He pouted playfully.

A flustered noise of surprise slipped past your lips, “Sh-shut up..” You kicked the gear to the side before walking towards the mat.

Garrick snorted as he saw your flushed face, “You ready?” He asked, matching your fighting stance.

Your fists clenched against the cotton wraps, “Ready.” You nodded before swinging.

He dodged your punch easily, only to be kicked in the gut. Not bad, he thought, not bad..

Winning a sparring match against Garrick had seemed practically impossible before. But now that you had actually landed a few good hits on him, you couldn’t stop the hope from blooming in your chest.

Maybe you had severely underestimated yourself earlier or perhaps Zinhal had blessed that damn first year with some beginners luck because you were actually holding your own-

Suddenly your feet were swept out from under you. Panic washed over you in an instant and before you could really think it through, you had already grabbed onto Garrick, forcing him to go down with you.

Your back hit the mat with a force that knocked the wind right out of you, and the smacking sound that followed echoed throughout the empty gym. Despite struggling to breath, you still tried to fight back.

And while your attempts were valiant, they weren’t able to stop Garrick from pressing your thighs down with his knees before grabbing both your wrists into his hands and pinning them above your head. You tried you best to squirm out of his hold but it was no use.

A defeated sigh left your lips as you realized that you were in fact trapped, “I yield..” you muttered as your head fell back against the mat.

Garrick let go of your wrists, “Fuck yeah!” He cheered, raising both arms in the air before he placed his hands on either side of your head.

His victorious smirk faltered as he gazed down at you. Gods.. You looked absolutely irresistible like this, all flushed and sweaty under him.. He hadn’t intended to pin you down so suggestively but he wasn’t complaining when his eyes met your own.

You panted heavily as you looked up at him, a blush slowly creeping up your cheeks as you realized how inappropriate this would look to any outsider passing by.

A grin tugged at the corners of Garrick’s mouth as he watched your face turn bright red while your lips pursed into a flustered pout. He couldn’t help but stare at them, they looked so soft.. So kissable.. So- His eyes fluttered shut as he leaned down and kissed you. …Warm.. He finished the thought as his lips melded against yours.

When you weren’t kissing him back, Garrick pulled away and opened his eyes. He was about to apologize for taking it too far but your stunned expression stopped him in his tracks.

Your eyes were wide with shock while your mouth opened and closed as your tried to find your words, “Garrick.. I..~” You licked your lips before looking him dead in the eyes, “Kiss me again..~” You demanded.

Garrick grinned as his cheeks warmed, “Gladly.~” He said before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours again.

This time you kissed him back passionately, wrapping your arms around his neck before tangling your hands into his dark hair.

The world seemed to fade away while the sounds of your lips melding against each others echoed throughout the empty gym as you lost yourselves in your passionate exchange..

[clarkeyscvntymullet]

ALMOST, ALWAYS - ARTHUR TV

word count : 3400 words

content warnings : angst, alcohol consumption, suggested anxiety attack, confrontation, social media toxicity, language etc

A/N : i am obsessed with angst, can you tell?

masterlist here !!

You and Arthur met on someone else's couch, via a YouTube video. Chip threw together a last-minute group challenge to produce content.

You weren't even supposed to be there, just tagging along with your best friend George, but someone dropped out, and you found yourself in the centre of the frame, awkwardly holding a microphone and trying not to laugh. Arthur was behind the camera, giving you the thumbs up between takes. After, he walked up to you, handed you a drink and said, "You're funny when you're nervous, lovely to meet you by the way!" That moment stayed with you for far too long - your mind ingraining the memory of his warm hand on yours, and his kind eyes. That marked the beginning.

From there, it was a constant blur of collaborations, hectic shoot days, and inside jokes that the audience would never fully grasp. You and Arthur became inseparable, but you were always hesitant to go any further. The comments loved it, t he fan edits were unrelenting and George chided you constantly.

"He looks at you like you hung the stars," George stated once, breaking the silence.

"He looks at everyone like that," you stated, realising it wasn't true.

You liked him, he liked you. But neither of you had the chest to tell the other, until it was too late.

Arthur was trending on Twitter, and it was made apparent to you that Arthur had been spotted on a date, with fans dissecting a well-taken picture: soft lighting, a beautiful stranger in a green jacket laughing over coffee. She was fucking gorgeous, and everything you weren't.

You scrolled through Twitter and Instagram, grumpily in your flat with George. He leaned forward halfway through to side-eye you. "You okay?"

"Yeah," you said.

But your stomach twisted when you saw how he looked at her through the lens. Like maybe this time, the camera was telling the truth.

When Arthur posted a story with him and her holding hands, it wasn't just a collab. She meant something to him - you didn’t ask, he didn’t tell you. You stopped reaching out all together, heartbroken that you hadn't made the first move, now it was too late.

Sabina texted you the address of the party with a heart emoji. You almost didn’t go, but Liv called saying, "Everyone’s asking if you’re coming, you need to babe, fuck him."

So you went, dressed up, showed up and did a terrific job of pretending you were OK.

The flat was packed, half of the people were YouTubers, and the other half TikTokers. Chip was doing shots in the corner with Chris, and Arthur Hill was already very loud and sloppy. Arthur was in the kitchen, so was she - his new girlfriend. You downed your vodka cranberry.

They looked perfect together. She was perched on the counter, legs swinging, laughing at something Arthur said, and your heart ached as this was the happiest you'd seen him look.

George appeared beside you like clockwork, his hand on your shoulder like a silent acknowledgement of your suffering. "You okay?"

You nodded, and lied, attempting to not warrant more worry from George. "Sure."

Then she spotted you and walked over, a large smile on her face, knowing she was going to twist the knife.

"You’re Y/N, right? Arthur talks about you, he said you were like, his best mate."

Your smile cracked, "Yeah, we go a while back."

She tilted her head, voice sickly sweet. "I love how close your group is, it's cute."

George was at your side again before you could respond, putting his arm around your shoulders - turning him away from her. "Fucking hell, come on," he said. "Let’s get you another drink."

You spent the next hour drinking too fast, too much. You were watching them and laughing too loud at things that weren’t funny, hoping to attract Arthur's attention.

But the alcohol only made the ache worse. And now she kept looking at you like she knew, like she got off on being able to smell the heartbreak on you.

Everywhere you turned, there was another reminder. Arthur laughing at something she said, her touching his arm like it belonged to her - like how you used to.

You wandered to the edge of the living room where Chip and Chris were filming a quick TikTok. Bach was behind the camera and Arthur was supposed to jump in next.

"You alright?" Bach asked, catching your eye, looking uncharacteristically concerned. You just gave a queasy thumbs up and turned away.

"She doesn’t look great," Chris muttered with a furrowed brow, watching you go in the other direction.

You stumbled toward the kitchen again in search of something stronger to make the night go faster. You tried to find George but couldn’t, you saw her instead, and for the second time that night she walked towards you.

She smiled at you like she pitied you, or worse, like she was bored of the whole situation that she created in the first place.

"You don’t have to be weird about it, you know," she said, so softly, it was almost patronising.

You blinked. "Sorry?"

"I mean, you and Arthur, whatever that even was. I’m not trying to step on any over-sensitive toes. He just moved on, and to be honest, can't blame him - you're so not his type, darling."

Your heart cracked open. "Right." You were too drunk, shaky - you couldn't let her get the better of you - definitely not here.

You left before she could see you cry, you headed for the bathroom and locked the door, sat down and lost it. Your hands were shaking, you couldn’t breathe and tears clouded your vision.

Liv found you first, then Sabina. They pulled you off the floor, wiped the mascara off your cheeks and held your hand, as Flo grabbed some wine from the kitchen.

"He picked her," you whispered, hiccupping in between sobs.

Sabina kissed your forehead. "Then he has no idea what he’s just lost, babe."

You stayed in the bathroom for ages, because going out there meant seeing it all again and your little heart couldn’t take it.

George was furious, he’d seen enough - he was devastated for you, and wasn't about to let you spiral any further over a boy who hadn't got his act together.

He found Arthur laughing in the kitchen with Chris and her, beer bottle in her hand like nothing was wrong, like you weren't crying your eyes out over him.

George slammed his own bottle on the counter, seething. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Arthur blinked. "What?"

"Your best friend is in the bathroom crying her heart out, and you’re here, laughing and having a good ol' fucking jolly like nothing happened?"

Arthur looked stunned and Chris froze mouth agape. She had the nerve to raise an eyebrow, a small smirk playing on her lips.

"You knew," George spat. "You’ve always known how she felt, and instead of saying anything, you string her along and then bring her here like she means nothing to you. You're a smart man Arthur, would it hurt you to use some common sense every once in a while?."

Arthur's face fell, ears burning hot. "I didn’t mean to hurt her."

"But you did, and you’re too much of a coward to admit it, because that would mean admitting you were in the wrong."

People were staring now, and Chris, ever the right hand man, was watching, jaw tight - ready to intervene at any given point.

Arthur tried to get a word in, but George wasn’t done. "You don’t get to call her your best friend and then treat her like a backup plan. She’s not some safety net for when you get bored. Open your eyes Arthur, wake up - because your new bird doesn't fucking like you, not how your best friend does, God knows why."

Arthur opened his mouth, then closed it, his head snapped to the right, because you were standing in the doorway. Eyes glassy, face pale, still swaying from the wine you'd gulped down in a hurry. He tried to walk towards you, reaching out for you, but you had heard everything. You turned around and swiftly walked out.

You didn’t cry again until you were in the comfort of your own house.

Your whole body felt heavy as you stripped out of your dress that you had once been so excited to wear, and you left it on the floor. After locking the door, you crawled into bed and sobbed, the heaviness of your heart weighing on you.

You didn’t sleep a wink that night, the pillow muffling your pained cries.

The next morning was even worse. Your phone was blowing up every five minutes with messages you weren't yet ready to open. George, Sabina, Liv, even a couple from Chip. Arthur too - his name haunting your notifications like a ghost you hadn’t buried, and a ghost you'd never bury.

Then the internet noticed yours and Arthur's distance. Someone at the party had uploaded a blurry video of the confrontation. George’s normally calm and cheery voice was angry, and the words came out crystal clear, unmistakable. "You don’t get to treat her like a backup plan!"

By midday, your name was trending, accounts were dissecting the fallout; comparing clips, pulling receipts from old vlogs.

Then she tweeted: "Some people mistake friendship for flirting. Don’t be delusional hun x."

It blew up instantly, replies flooded with clown emojis, screenshots of you and Arthur from the last year. There were mixed opinions, many in support of you, but you didn't want to hear it.

You muted everything, but it didn’t stop the ache and the humiliation. It didn't ease the part of you that still loved him.

George came over without asking, you gave him a key a few months ago and he let himself in, sat on the bottom of your bed. "We don’t have to talk, I'll just be here, if you need me that is."

So you curled into his chest, and cried into his shirt, and by the end of it you were stretched tight with crying, but at least you felt a little bit lighter.

You ignored Arthur’s texts and his calls, you missed him, but were healing and George had advised him to ignore his ministrations. He showed up at your flat, knuckles sore for knocking on the door for five entire minutes.

When you opened the door, he looked wrecked. "I messed up," he said. "I should’ve said something, a long, long time ago."

You crossed your arms, leaned against the doorframe - still not letting him in. "Why didn’t you?"

"Because I didn’t want to lose you."

"Why now? What's brought on the sudden change?"

"I’m terrified that I already have."

You stared at him. "You really hurt me, I can never hurt like that again, Arthur," you whispered.

"I know, it makes me feel sick, I hate myself for it."

He stepped forward, voice shaking. "I didn’t choose her, I was scared. You mean everything to me, and if I messed it up, I couldn’t bear the thought of it."

You shook your head. "You let me think I was crazy, you let me spiral."

"I know, I’m so sorry."

You stared at him, heart pounding.

"I love you," he said, eyes glassy. "I’ve always loved you, not as a backup, definitely not as a maybe. You were the only thing that ever felt real, you brightened my days."

Your breath caught, originally unsure but the walls you had built cracked just enough.

"I love you too," you said, barely audible.

He stepped closer. "Can I?" You nodded.

He closed the gap in between you, both hands on the side of your face, and when you kissed, it wasn’t almost. It was always.

[martinluvrr]

CRUSH CRAZY | PAIGE BUECKERS

⋅˚₊‧ paige x fem!physio

⋅˚₊‧ summary: the new physio of the Uconn Wbb has caught the eye of their golden player, but it seems Paige has become a little... crush crazy.

⋅˚₊‧ warnings: hoping none

⋅˚₊‧ duayaps: i hateee thisss but its been sitting in my drafts so i finally finished it 😭

⋅˚₊‧ nav ||

"AND BEFORE YOU TAKE THE PILLS MAKE SURE YOU ATE SOME FOOD" I said to Azzi. It's been about 2 weeks since I started working with her, the Uconn medical staff have been nothing but welcoming.

At first, I didn't know what I was getting myself into, where I come from basketball isn't a big enough thing the way football is ( soccer ). I also didn't spend that much tie on social media, but as soon as I opened tiktok, tons of edits filled my page, most about Uconn and other teams. There were especially edits of Uconn's number five.

Paige Bueckers.

The girl was attractive. And she had the confidence to prove it. Me and Paige had very little contact together , but even if it was for a second, for some odd reason, my stomach was filled with butterflies.

"Thank you again" Azzi's sweet voice said. I turned around to look at the girl, after she underwent surgery for tearing her ACL during practice last November, there was still a little pain in the leg, but nothing that should stop her from rejoining the team in January. Of course, left out from not being in the action.

"No problem and please be careful ,i dont wanna se you anymore, you're boring' I jokingly said to her, she let out a laugh. I heard a chuckle behind me, when I turned, there in all her glory, number five.

"Hi Paige" I muttered, suddenly becoming shy.

"Hey" She said grinning. "Soooooo..."

"Paige" I said sternly, hiding my smile. "What are you doing here?"

"I-I was just checking up on Azzi" She told me, cracking a small smile at Azzi. I hoped the disappointed wasn't showing in my face, the delusional part in me was hoping she just came to see me.

"Well she's all yours"

✰

"Coach" Nika yelled, suddenly at Geno. "I don't feel so good"

"What happened?" Geno questioned her, making her sit down. She was fine 10 minutes ago.

"I feel like I'm gonna throw up" She said, staring at the ground. Coach felt Paige come beside him. "You okay?" Paige asked, Nika shook her head.

"Maybe we should call Y/N" Paige said, Nika nodded. Geno looked at the both of them, did they hit their head?

"Y/N's a physio, she doesn't deal with stomach problems" He explained, then he heard a cackle come from behind them. KK.

Now he got it, just before Nika came up to him, she was talking with Paige and KK, the three of them whispering amongst one another. Knowing Paige and her little crush, he could figure out that she put Nika up to this.

"Try telling me that again after suicides, maybe i'll believe it then" He said,trying to hide his smile, both Nika and Paige groaned. KK struggled to hide her laugh, scratch that, she didn't even hide it.

"Girl Boo, maybe next time" She said to Paige, laughing.

✰

Practice was over, and everybody was tired. Most of them half a sleep, including Paige. While they were used to their morning practices, Paige had a late night.

"Nah I'm going pick up something from Y/N real quick" She hard Aubrey say. Hearing Y/N name, Paige was awake real quick.

" I'll come with you" She offered, the locker suddenly filled with laughs. Her teammate agreed but not before teasing her with the rest. After getting ready, both of the Uconn basketball players made their way to the medical wing, Paige was nervous, she was always nervous to see Y/N. Suddenly feeling insecure, Paige smelled herself, stressing because she's sweaty. She heard her teammate laugh. "Bro relax" Aubrey reassured her.

When they finally stood in front of Y/N's office door, when Aubrey saw that Paige was still in a bit of a daze, she took the honor of knocking on the office door. When they both heard a sweet voice yelling come in, they followed her orders.

"Oh Hi" I said surprised to see both of them here. Aubrey replied greeting me back, but Paige, just stood there staring at her, grinning like a maniac. "Hi P" I said to her.

"Hey" she replied. Before i could ask what she was doing here, Aubrey caught my attention, asking about her meds and if she could take lighter ones. I replied to all her questions, asking if she was feeling okay or if she needed a checkup. While i talked to Aubrey, i could feel Paige's eyes on me at the side of my head.

As Aubrey left, i expected for Paige to follow her, but the blonde didn't move. "P, do you need something?" i asked her.

"there's this party tonight , you should stop by"

Was Paige inviting you as a date? no.

"Okay, text me the details and i'll think about it" i kinda accepted her invite. Tonight i already made plans with my roommate, i don't think its a good idea to cancel those just because i want to see my crush. I also didn't want my hopes to be up.

While Y/N thought about that, Paige was beaming with excitement on the inside, if Y/N did show up tonight. this was going to be the night where she made her move.

✰

She didn't show, she. didn't. show.

In Y/N's head, she didn't think not being at that party was a big deal. she assumed Paige was just being nice inviting her and she definitely didn't know that P was disappointed.

Today they had normal hard practices, and today was actually the final time Paige tried to get Y/N's attention. no like actually the last time.

As she dribbled the ball, suddenly she dropped the ball, and dramatically fell to the ground. Ice let out a laugh, but while she knew what Paige's plan was, Geno and Y/N didn't.

I gasped, seeing Paige suddenly on the ground, she was fine literally 10seconds ago. Quickly running over, followed by the rest of the coaching staff.

“Can u get up by yourself?”

“I can try”

okay good sign, good sign. it’s not broken.

“To my office” I instructed both Nika and Paige. While holding on to Paige, giving her a bit of support.

When we arrived, I made Paige lay down. And started testing her knee. It seemed fine, actually perfect.

“Maybe we should get another opinion, I don’t think my brains working properly”

I can’t seem to find out whats wrong, she says her knee hurts, but the tests i did make her look perfect.

“Ummm Alright” i heard her hesitate. Her voice slightly nervous.

“Paige”

“Yeah”

“Are you… not injured?”

“Kinda” She answered.

I furrowed my eyebrows, making me think back. Maybe she didn’t want the pressure or she just wanted an excuse out of practice.

“Paige if you are using this to get out of practice well you’ve got another thing comi-”

“Im using this as an excuse to see you” She cut you off.

“What”

“I’ve literally been giving you hints all year and you’re telling me you didnt know i liked you?”

“Well no” I answered honestly. When i finally met her eyes, a small smile took over my face. Her sad face turned hopeful.

“I like you too P” i said “You couldve just asked me out and this wouldn’t have had to happen”

“Don’t even try to turn this on me ma” she started ranting, you just laughed and stood there watching. Okay so you weren’t delusional.

✰

[gremlin-girly]

Late Night

Pairing: Bucky x gn!reader (with one use of "doll")

Tags/warnings: FLUFF, mutual pining, Bucky crushing on you HARD, sleepy reader (again), friends to lovers, pet names (doll and sweetheart), a hint of angst bc of past trauma, mentions of past trauma (winter soldier), cuddling

Summary: After another late night at work, you refuse to let Bucky down and insist on still coming over to watch the movie you've both been trying to arrange a viewing of for the last few weeks. However, five minutes in you find yourself falling asleep...

Word count: 689

Not beta'd. Written this morning. I do not give permission for my work to be translated, reposted or fed into an AI machine.

A/N: I thought of this a while ago. Am I procrastinating the final installment? Yes. 🫠 I spent two hours editing it yesterday and have found something I don't like and want changed 🙃 oh well.... it should be out by the end of this week sorry Mel

And in typical Friday the 13th fashion i have slept 4hrs, forgot to book my taxi and there's a spider currently scuttling the floor and harassing me. Please send assistance 🥲- Love, Grem x

Masterlist | Busy Morning w/ Steve | The Bucky Barnes Collection

It's said that when animals feel safe around you, they fall asleep near you. Although Bucky wasn't surprised you'd fallen asleep (you'd been working so late recently it was understandable), he was surprised when your head hit his shoulder and even more surprised when you nuzzled against him.

His heart jackhammered painfully in his chest as he tried to control his breathing. He glanced down to where you'd taken residence against him, your soft cheeks pillowing you from the hard muscles in his shoulder. God, you looked perfect even when you slept.

Bucky's heart strings seized as he smiled down at your sleeping form. You felt safe around him. The Winter Soldier had killed so many people and had been a danger to everyone. Everyone was, at least in Bucky's mind, rightfully fearful of him or at least worried about him "snapping".

Everyone but you, it seemed.

When he'd first met you, you'd greeted him with a warm smile and a quick handshake. You didn't even bat an eyelid when you'd grabbed his left hand (the metal hand, the killing hand) and continued blabbering about welcoming him to S.H.I.E.L.D officially. He knew you'd be different from that moment but he didn't realise just how different.

Your sleepiness and lack of sleep was relatable to Bucky; nightmares, nightterrors and nighttime anxiety attacks had plagued him for months. You'd shared tips with him and whilst they weren't entirely helpful at times, there was a comfort there. You were someone he could speak to freely. In fact, he hadn't even told you about the nightmare nor had you asked. One morning at the compound, making coffee in the kitchen you'd only said, "trouble sleeping? I get the feeling. Apparently cherry juice helps."

He'd playfully joked back asking if he looked that bad and you'd grinned at him saying that he was still pretty to you.

It was the first time anyone had called him pretty.

How and when he fell for you he couldn't pin point. Maybe it was that first encounter, maybe it was when you called him pretty or maybe it was ten seconds ago when you fell asleep next to him, blissfully unaware at how you somehow managed to always turn his brain to mush.

"Doll?" Bucky murmurs, nudging your pudgy cheek with his shoulder and biting back a smile when you frown at him with your eyes closed. "The opening credits have barely started and you're falling asleep."

"Hmm? Hmm." You may have been willfully ignoring Bucky in favour of sleep but the facts remained that he was warm, cosy and smelled ridiculously good. Any excuse to stay asleep like this was an excuse worth using.

Bucky sighs and flicks the TV off, scooping you gently into his arms. You make one weak sound of protest but otherwise limply fall against him.

"I'm putting you to bed." He tells you, carrying you into his room and gently setting you onto the bed.

"'M not tired." You mumble curling into his covers as he tucks you in. Your surrounded by the smell of Bucky and the all too familiar fuzzy feeling warms your chest.

"Yeah, you are." Bucky chuckles softly. "Get some sleep. We can watch the movie tomorrow."

As he moves to leave, he hears your whispered request and he pauses.

"Stay with me?"

"Uh...." Bucky swallows. What he wouldn't give to stay next to you but you're sleep-addled brain is the one making the request.

"Please?" You mumble into the covers. "You're so warm. I feel so safe with you near me."

The bed dips as Bucky concedes to your request instantly but he doesn't dare touch you, no, not until you turn until him and snuggle against his chest and grumble a sleepy goodnight does he drape his arm around you and hold you close.

It takes a while for him to fall asleep, his mind racing with thoughts of you and what it meant that you felt safe enough to sleep in his bed with him in it. But when he does finally drift, it's the best night's sleep he's had in a long while.

[banquetwriter]

Johnnie x reader and he’s just super loud during sex moaning and whining

୨୧ Deep moans ୨୧

pairing: Johnnie Guilbert ♡︎ fem!Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡ not edited we die like men, smut with heavy plot, panic attacks, sorta drunk smut, not safe sex, cum fingering lol, lowkey dom!r vibes

summary: ʚ Johnnies feelings for you cause him to freak out, luckily your there to calm him down •smut• ɞ

Words: 2805

An: HIIII YALLLL SOREY IRS A DAY LATE HHEEGE also this fic was inspired by the middle picture hehe

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Johnnie was scrolling away on his phone. Not doing anything useful at all. Just messing around on Twitter. He was supposed to go to a punk show with you tonight. Alone. Just the two of you. Jake being the supportive friend he was, tried and failed to set the two of you up.

You were pretty, and funny, and you made his heart race quicker whenever he was around you. Plus you smelled good. Which was a creepy thing to say but it was true. Tonight wasn't even supposed to be a not-date ‘date’. It was supposed to be you Scuff and him all hanging out at a show then maybe a bar after.

Lucky for him Scuff canceled last minute leaving the plans to the two of you. He assumed that meant the plans were off. He was mistaken.

You enthusiastically told him how much you wanted to go with him tonight. That didn't help his ever-growing feelings for you.

So there he sat on your couch awkwardly looking around as you finished getting ready. He could hear you walking around your room, your boots making enough noise to reach the living room.

“Ok ok, I'm ready,” you say, stepping out of your room. Fuck. You looked good as hell. He felt his cheeks heat up slightly looking at you quickly putting his phone away. “Took you long enough.” he joked, staring at you.

“Hey hush, it takes time for a girl to get pretty,” you murmur, flicking your hair back dramatically. “Oh, don't I know it.” Johnnie sarcastically flicked his dead hair back in the same dramatic fashion.

You both laugh at his joke. Your heart flutters watching his smile spread as he laughs. You quickly push your feelings down as you both sit in silence for a few seconds. Johnnie doesn't say anything just looking down avoiding eye contact of any kind.

“Ok let me call Uber,” you say quickly pulling your phone out. You type around and order the car looking at up Johnnie who is just sitting on his phone. “Hey don't look so bored,” you say putting your phone down.

He looks up from his phone with a small smile. “Sorry,” he mumbles, pushing his phone in his pocket. “I know we aren't going with a big group or anything but I promise I'm fun to be around,” you tell him walking up.

You were so close he could practically feel your breath. “I-I know that. I'm just like, anxiety blah,” he mumbles shrugging. He knows your ‘fun’. He was more worried about going to a show with lots of people.

That anxiety sat with him, in the Uber and all the way to the venue. It rested on his shoulder like a terrible angel as you both walked in after getting a stamp on your hands.

“I'm so excited Johnnie!” you squeal in his ear. It was loud and sorta hot at the place, which was to be expected. He just didn't know how to handle it.

He was already feeling anxious, but he was certain his heart was gonna leap out of his chest when you suddenly took his hand and led him to a good spot. Your hands were so soft. You went up behind someone who just didn't seem to want to get out of the way, Johnnie stood right behind you.

Your cold bracelets touching his hand were all too much input. Eventually whoever was in your way left and you found a spot upstairs next to the railing. “This is such a good spot!” you exclaim looking back at him. He looked down at you with a smile and, while still holding your hand, he looked out at the stage.

You were right, it was an amazing view. What he was more focused on was your hands still holding his hand. You pulled out your phone and let go. Johnnie feels ashamed at how much he misses holding your hand.

You pull up your camera app and hold it up to get both of you in it. “Here wait come closer,” you say, scooting back slightly. He furrows his brows slightly and rests his head on your shoulder for the picture.

You stick your tongue in the corner of your mouth and snap the picture. “Hehe thank you” you mumble uploading the photo to your Instagram story with a song from the band you were seeing.

You put your phone away as the show begins. Johnnie moves his body slightly watching you headbang to the music. He enjoyed metal music to a degree but he was mostly here for you.

As the night rolled on he had more and more fun as you forced him to dance. He smiled at you as you screamed for the new band that appeared on stage.

However, the beautiful bliss that the two of you existed in was shortly ruined as some people you knew from somewhere came up and said hi to you. Johnnie didn't know them and was subsequently left alone for a few minutes as you attempted to catch up with your friends.

He tried to focus on the band playing but he couldn't seem to as the anxiety creeped back into his throat. “Hey I'm gonna go get a drink at the bar if you want anything?” you yelled. “Yeah get me a Jack and Coke,” he yelled back.

Maybe if he got drunk this feeling would go away. He felt like he might throw up and die from the feeling that filled his bones. Some of your friends hung around the same spot as they waited for you.

Did they know you were with him? Were they judging him somehow? He was relieved when you appeared back about 10 minutes later with several drinks in your hand. “Ok, who got this freaky-looking blue one?” you ask.

One of your friends raises their hands and you step towards them, they take the drink from your arms as you look down. “Oh here is your Jack and Coke Johnnie,” you mumble, stepping towards him, he picks the drink up and immediately starts sipping it.

He doesn't have just one drink. He was surely gonna be hungover tomorrow. However, with the added alcohol, it was harder and harder to think rationally. He leaned against the railing feeling his heart breaking at your laugh with your friends.

He wishes he could be like that. He rubs his hands in the face. Cringing at how he feels. You were just his friend, someone who took enough pity on him to hang out. It felt like there were a million bees in his ears.

“Hey let's go ok?” your voice brought him out of his state. “What?” he asked, looking at you. “I called an Uber, let's go home ok? You don't look ok right now,” you yelled over the music. He could swear his heart stopped when you said those words.

He froze, not able to return to real life. “Come on.” you beckoned once again taking his hand and leading him out of the venue. You both get into the Uber, your hands not leaving one another.

In the same way, his eyes didn't leave you for more than a few seconds. He was so grateful for someone like you to be in his life. You made it back to your apartment, both of you drunkenly stumbling in.

“Sit down, I'll get you some water,” you said, making your way to the kitchen. He sat down taking the glass with a ‘thank you’. You say down next to him, moving your hand up to his face and adjusting his hair. He was certain he would burn a hole into you from how much he was staring.

You took the glass out of his hand and set it down. “What's wrong? You looked like you were gonna cry,” you asked him, your gaze full of nothing but worry. “I was just having a panic attack,” he told you, looking away.

You once again lifted your hand up and moved his cheek so he faced you. “Why? Did I do something wrong?” you ask. “No! No, you didn't I just-” he sighs, unsure of how to delicately tell you, that he was so in love with you he almost couldn't bear it.

That the thought of you with someone else was nearly enough to kill him. “Listen I need to tell you something, and before I tell you I want to tell you I'm so sorry. I don't want this to affect our friendship-” his mouth suddenly feels dry.

You don't say anything, you sit silently staring at him. “Mm fuck.” he mumbles burying his face in his hands slightly. You reach your hand out and pull his hands away from his face slightly, you scoot forward. You kept your hand on his eyes searching his.

This certainly wasn't helping. “I-I mmm fuck. I'm sorry. I've developed feelings for you, and I know that can ruin friendships, which is the last thing I want with you. I never meant for this to happen and I'm really sorry.” he braced for you to take your hand away.

But you didn't. You looked up at him. He couldn't tell what you were thinking. He was hoping you would say something, anything, to relieve an ounce of stress. But you said nothing, instead, you pulled him directly into a hug.

He reciprocates the contact, squeezing you close. “Did you seriously think I never liked you back?” you asked, pulling away from him. “Yeah,” he whispers, unable to get his voice much louder. “Sometimes you can be so dumb,” you mumble with a laugh.

“Sorry,” he says with a laugh looking at you. “Don't be. And I'm sorry you worried yourself sick over this, Johnnie since the moment I met you I knew I wanted to be with you. I wanted to tell you I just had to wait until I knew you felt the same.” you confessed.

Johnnie felt like a million pounds had been lifted off of his chest. “So what do we do from here?” he asked, looking at you. “I think there is only one thing we can do,” you whispered back to him. You closed the gap between the two of you. Your lips are crashing against his.

He feels his face heat up as you push his shoulders down slightly. He lays down on the couch as you start to crawl on top of him tasting the liquor on his breath. Your hips rest against his as your hands start to slide up his button-up.

You pull your lips apart for a second, you find his hands and guide him to your shirt. He gets the hunt and fumbles to lift it off your body. You aid him and it reveals your torso.

He stares slightly for a second seeing your tits spill out of your bra. You smirk at his staring, wasting no time unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. He shrugged his shirt off revealing all of his tattoos. His hands found your waist as you pulled him back into another kiss.

You used your hips to grind down on him, his boner resting nicely on your clit. Your pressure causes him to whine out. You pull away from him, moving your hands to unlock your bra.

“Take your pants off,” you instruct him. He is on his hands in an instant, you rip your bra off and sit up to take yours off as well. Johnnie's hands falter as he stares at your tits. “Don't get distracted.” you chastise. A grin spreads on his face as he feels blood rushing to his face and his dick.

You revel in his body, his tattoo-covered chest rising and falling. You lick your lips slightly as you walk back to where Johnnie is lying down on the couch. Your hand wraps around his jaw, lifting his head up and pulling him into a kiss.

Your other hand roams his body. He whines slightly into your mouth with the contact. His erection grew painfully with your attention.

His whining only increased as your lips moved to his neck, sucking and hitting on his skin. The marks left in your wake didn't leave for days after. Your delicate fingers slid up and down his torso.

“Mm fuck.” he whines wiggling his in anticipation. You notice his struggle and slide your hands all the way down to his bare hips. You pin him down slightly. That only encourages bucking. “You gotta hold still for me baby,” you mumble, bringing your hand down to his aching cock.

“Mhm,” he whines, nodding his head. “I can do that,” he whispered, watching your hand start to massage his hip bones. He sharply inhaled looking at your eyes as they darkened with desire. You turn and begin to straddle his lap.

He leans back on his elbows watching as you begin to place delicate kisses on the tip of his cock. He clenches his jaw in an attempt to hold back the moan that threatens to rip through his throat as you make your way down his cock.

His attempts fail as he lets out a high-pitched screech that he quickly attempts to conceal with his hand. “Oh that part is extra sensitive huh?” you coo batting your eyelashes before placing a lick up a vein.

“Jesus fuck you're going to kill me.” he whimpered. “Oh I don't plan on killing you sweet thing, but I'll get you close,” you whispered, against his neck. “Oh god,” he mutters as your hand slowly wraps around his aching cock.

His hands find their way to the dip of your back nearly drawing blood from his scratches. The combination of your grinding your cunt down on his side, your soft hand tightly fucking his cock, and your warm wet kiss spread out against your neck and chest he wasn't going to last long.

His cute little whimpers and moans only drove you further and further to your own end but you weren't going to get it simply from grinding your cunt against him. You let your ministrations stop pulling away from him. His worried eyes slowly grow excited as you reposition yourself above his cock.

You pumped it a few times before beginning to tease your clit and entrance with it. “Oh god.” he whimpered into the back of his hand as you teased his tip.

You decided to pity him and let yourself sink all the way down onto him. As you bottom out, we both gasped in sync. His hands found my waist as I slammed down on top of him. Unable to contain his sounds any longer, he let every pant, moan, and whine out.

Johnnie sounded like a bitch in heat as watched your delicious cunt swallow him whole. “Please don't stop holy fuck.” he mutters starting unable to see clearly as he feels the coil threatening to snap in his stomach. He tries to reach out and help you somehow.

You quickly swat his hands away, wishing to see his own pleasure rather than your own. His pretty whines and the faces he was making were worth it to hold off for a little longer.

And rewarded you were, with a particularly quick pump of your body let Johnnie finally unravel all the stress he had felt tonight. “Oh Jesus fuck.” his incoherent curse was lost in a sea of moans as he fucked himself into you shooting hot ropes of cum.

“Oh fuck oh my god,” he whined coming down from the high. You slow your pace to a stop watching him attempt to lift himself up. “Did you finish yet?” he asks, still panting.

“No, not yet.” you wander looking down at him. “Sit back,” he murmurs, gesturing towards the couch. You smirked but complied and sat down on the couch, Johnnie brought his fingers into your hair kissing you deeply. He brought his free hand down to yours and guided it to your clit.

You got the hint and started to pleasure yourself. He brought the still-free hand down and slipped a finger into your sopping cunt. After a second of pumping his finger in and out he slipped in two.

Your orgasim approached rapidly as it was your turn to moan. Johnnie swallowed every last one as he curled deep, hitting your g spot. “I'm gonna cum.” you warned as your legs shook.

Johnnie didn't stop his movements and let you cling to him as you rode out your organism. Your pretty moans felt like prayers to his ears. As you began to fall from your high he removed his fingers from you and placed a very loving and gentle kiss on the top of your head.

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hey!

i was wondering if you could do a spencer x reader where reader is on their period and spencer acts as their period tracker? idk if that makes sense but like he memorized reader’s cycle so he knows when it’s coming?

ty!

Omg this idea is sossosososo cute 😭🫶 I'm so sorry for responding this late but it completely slipped my mind

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That Time Of The Month & A Worried Little Lapdog

Veryveryvery fluffy oneshot (just below 1k) abt spencey worrying abt user on their period !! (Edited this bc I didn't like the og formatting)

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Spencer was taking far too long to get home, in your opinion, anyway. He texted you that he'd 'Be home soon! ❤️' fifteen minutes ago. You sat on the couch, waiting frustratedly.

'where are you ???' You send to him, groaning and lying back on the couch. You just wanted to see him! He was well aware of that, feeling the exact same things. You occupied most of his mind. It was borderline painful to be away from you so much of the time.

It felt like an eternity before you suddenly heard the key in the door, and Spencer was walking in. He was carrying... shopping bags?

"I'm home!" He exclaims, immediately walking over to you and sitting the bags down next to the couch, craning over to give you a kiss on the cheek. "I missed you."

"You always do." You respond, smiling. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him onto the couch next to you. He takes your legs and holds them over his lap. "What took you so long? I went shopping earlier..." You add.

"Oh, I uhm. I noticed that you were - uhm - due your period." He lowers his voice at the last part, embarrassed that he'd memorised your cycle.

"I am?" You question. Now, that made sense. You'd been tired the past few days, skin breaking out, headaches. You'd never tracked your period, preferring to ignore it for as long as you could until you were actually bleeding and couldn't anymore.

"Yeah. So... so I got you stuff." Truth was, he looked up a list of what could help someone on their period and bought everything on it.

"Stuff?"

"Chocolates, cranberries, fruit, a hot water bottle - how do you not have a hot water bottle? Socks, advil..." He says bashfully, looking down and rubbing your leg.

"Oh, Spencer, thank you." You'd never gotten that treatment from one of your exes. Then again, none of your exes were nerdy, sentimental, FBI agent, super-geniuses. But mainly nerdy over all of that.

He tilts his head and smiles awkwardly, scooting closer to you and leaning his head on your shoulder while continuing to hold your legs.

2

The quiet bliss of the night was swept up the next morning.

You two two had climbed into bed at some point and fell asleep tied up in each other's legs. When you woke, Spencer was already up making you breakfast.

You groaned as you got up and dragged yourself to the toilet, immdeidatley seeing blood dripping down into the toilet bowl as you sat. You huffed and cleaned yourself up, getting a clean pair of underwear and a pad. When you were done, you walked down to the kitchen and hugged Spencer from behind.

"Morning." He says softly, turning his head and kissing you on the forehead.

"Morning..." You respond groggily. "You're making me pancakes?" You question.

"Of course." He hums. Spencer wasn't always there in the morning, receiving surprise work calls in the night far too often for your liking.

You trot off to the couch where you lie down, a few minutes pass before he comes after you holding a plate. He sits at the other end of the couch, your legs tangled together as he gazes at you.

"What?" You ask, frowning.

"You're just so... beautiful."

You raise your eyebrows, hair thrown up, pyjamas, no makeup, tired, half-asleep. It was endearing. He thought you were beautiful in every scenario, every moment that he spent with you.

"Really! I don't want to go to work. I just want to be here. With you." He states, not an ounce of a lie in his words. It was also eight in the morning.

"Me too."

He groans, placing his food down. He lays down on his front and rests his head on your thigh. He presses his hands against your lower stomach while he looks up at you. Needy, needy Spencer.

You two stay entangled in each other until Spencer has to get up. First of all, he makes up a hot water bottle for you and hands it to you. Then, he gets up and gets dressed, everything miss-matched because he didn't want to make you get up and pick his clothes for him. He brings down a blanket for you and then reluctantly leaves.

3

Later on, you'd recieved about a hundred texts that were all variations of 'You okay? ❤️' from Spencer, and every time you respond with 'yeah im okay' he's so relieved that he doesn't even flinch at the lack of grammar.

He's nervous and fiddling with your hair tie that's on his wrist for most of the day. He's also unaware of how the rest of his team are theorising on why. He'd been dating you for a while, but never got any less stressed out when you were on your period, or he was out working for more than a day.

When they finally catch the unsub, he's practically running to the jet, and when they get off it when they're back at Quantico, he's actually running out the door to get back home.

He's in the door of your shared apartment, tail wagging as he jumps to your side. He's crouched down next to the couch while holding your wrist to his face.

"I missed you." He kisses your dainty wrist and travels down to your hand.

"Come here." You say, motioning for him to get on the couch with you, where you've been basically bedridden the whole day.

He climbs up to your side, kicking his shoes off and nestling his head in your neck.

"Mmmph... I want to stay here forever." He says, muffled by your neck.

"I know."

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BBC Radio 1 - 1997: The love edition

Can't believe that so many seminal Noel & Liam quotes are from the very same interview, either Noel's life + music crisis poured it all out of him, or the good moments are just indeed that good BTS.

Naturally, they were (allegedly) drunk. Liam wasn't supposed to show up but he changed his mind last minute, my headcanon is that he missed Noel judging from how well they got along that day.

I'm very friendly to my bed, I love my bed, and my bed loves me.

(Interviewer says Liam only gets better, Noel complains Liam doesn't show up for B sides recordings, Liam says he had a sore throat, and somehow, this comes to this.)

Love-love-love. Liam twists exhibition (oasis photo thing) into expedition and Noel's bullying turns into a live fantasy of marching down the south pole wastelands together to build heart shaped igloos, also Liam's shy. And fighting for his life.

There we have it, a recorded (half) confession.

Okay so here I find the "as long as ... for a couple of quids" holds some meaning as Noel goes a little rigid saying no. Can't ever meant this. but I can't for the life of me understand Liam.

Also Liam clears out that inspiration entails for him listening and understanding him without rushing into ill-made judgments and it's palpable he's at his limits with the media. Coincidentally the day after this interview he was tracked down by journalists, asking him if he had regrets over what he said, because apparently he swore too much and had people clutch on their pearls all over the UK.

Supersonic quote but in full. Mad for it, Noel says.

I'll be a really good uncle to Liam's child.

I could sum this one up with Pardon? but -- "that man is a bigger man than I am, why, it has nothing to do with you, but he has to deal with life and with somebody like me on top of everything else" yet by the end of that year it had all gone to flames. Also audio proof they did give each other birthday presents, not lost on me this one.

Noel truly cares about Liam's opinion but won't show it (nothing new ik) However that giggle at the end has my wonders.

Bonus:

In the honour of a 2024 magazine article deeply regretting Liam's menacing aura and rock n roll attitude from 1997

And, if anyone can possibly make out what Liam says Noel is pointing his way, this one maxed out my comprehension skills:

[emeraldserenade]

The Love On These Pages ~ Joaquin Torres

synopsis: you were struggling to find something that inspired you enough to draw, that was until you started noticing the stranger that frequents the same coffee shop as you.

tw: fem!reader, limited use of y/n, barely edited.

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

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You were trying, you had invoice after invoice piling up at home. You just couldn't get yourself to draw, let alone paint someone else's request. You needed to, you promised your costumers that you would have it to them. It wasn't your only source of income, but you did need the extra money if you were to be able to afford rent and all your other necessities.

"And a strawberry danish, please," the sound of a male's voice made you look up. It was quite quiet in the coffee shop, and you knew a lot of the regulars since you were here a bit. You, however, had never seen him before. His tan skin and dark curls drew your attention, the pretty smile you saw him give the barista was just the cherry on top. You quickly looked down as he turned your way, hoping he didn't see you staring.

"y/n!" The male barista called your name from behind the counter, your pastry that you ordered less than 3 minutes ago in his hand.

"Thank you," you gave him a shy smile as he handed you the plate. As you walked back over to your table, you noticed the stranger sitting at the table just next to yours.

You watched as Joaquin, as you learned was his name from the barista calling it out, walk to get his pastry and you were suddenly hit with inspiration.

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You brought your personal sketchbook along with the current drawing you were finishing for your last invoice before you started accepting more. You felt more like yourself lately, the inspiration from watching Joaquin just be himself in the coffee shop. You gently hummed along to the song that played in the coffee shop, you were alone at the moment, the baristas being the only other one's there. The bell on the door chimed, causing you to look up. You saw it was Joaquin and went back to working on the drawing.

"Can I sit here?" Joaquin asked you and you looked up confused.

"Uh," you took a look around at the empty cafe. "Yeah, sure," you pulled your personal sketchbook closer to you so he could sit across from you.

"You're y/n, right?" Joaquin questioned.

"Yeah, you're Joaquin, you get a lightly sweetened coffee and either a strawberry or blueberry danish," you rambled, face flushing when you realized what you said.

"Yeah, I do!" His smile lit up his whole face you suddenly felt better about rambling. "What are you drawing?"

"Oh, it's a commissioned piece. From what I gathered it's of a bayou in someone's childhood backyard," you explained. Gently spinning the canvas around to show Joaquin the drawing. "I still have to take it home and paint it, but this is almost done," you let him look at him for a while before spinning it back to you.

"Do you only do commissioned work?"

"No, I draw for myself when I have the right inspiration," you told him, pushing your sketchbook towards him and opening to the marked page. It was just the view you had from your bedroom window, but you were proud of it.

"That's amazing," Joaquin reached for your book, stopping to look at you for confirmation that he can grab it. You let him, spacing on the fact that you had drawn him, and let him flip through the pages while you packed up some of the extra supplies you had out. "I like these one specifically," Joaquin told you and you looked up, suddenly very aware you had drawn him.

"Oh," you paused, staring at the sketches you have done. "I hope you don't think these are weird," you told him, gently grabbing your book from him.

"Not at all, I'm proud to be your muse," he assured you. "I can see the love on these pages," Joaquin pointed to the book in your hands with a smile. "Would you like me to pose for one? I can get the suit too," he offered.

"If you're ok with it, sure," you bashfully told him, hoping he wouldn't change his mind.

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"Are you sure you're comfortable with this?" You wrung your hands together, Joaquin was sitting on your living room chair while you had your paints in front of you. He had put on his Falcon attire to give you something 'more excited than sweatpants and a hoodie to draw' as he said.

"All I have to do is sit here and look pretty, and how hard can that be? You do it without trying all the time," Joaquin told you, your face flushing at his words.

"Ok, if you're sure," you told him before setting to work on your painting.

You started with just an outline of how he was sitting, he was facing away from you and towards the tv. You let him watch it as you worked so he would have to get bored, it worked in your favor because you got to paint his side profile. You hummed with the music of the movie, working hard to get his likeness with your painting.

"How's it going?" Joaquin turned to face you after the first movie ended.

"Look back at the tv," you hummed, making him laugh.

"Yes, ma'am," he looked back at the tv.

"And to answer your question, it's going fine," you replied.

By the end of the third movie, you had finished it for the time being. You didn't have all the details but you had the suit details.

"You can change now, I can't image that suit is very comfortable to sit in for so long," you told him, making him look at you.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I got the details of it. Now it's just the details of your hair and face that I need to work on," you told him, gently grabbing the canvas to spin it to him.

"Wow," he breathed out as he moved closer. "Let me change and then we can have a personal one on one session to make sure you really get the details of my hair and face," Joaquin's innuendo made your face flush.

"Joaquin!" You exclaimed, making him laugh at your shy demeanor.

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[saltcxrcle]

aftermath ── . ✶ sam. w & jess. m

summary: you're not ready to deal with the ramifications from the night before, so avoiding your best friend and her boyfriend is your only plan

pairings: sam winchester x reader x jessica moore, samjess, bi!jessica moore, bi!readerノwc: 5.6k warnings: pt. 2/3, no use of 'y/n', angst and there's a lot of it, a sliver of fluff, mentions of polyamorous relationships, canon compliant ending!, major character death, barely edited; all mistakes are my own a/n: ...im not sorry guys for the angst guys, but having them happy for a little was not the plan at all but i liked the idea lol! also i did leave writing this fic til the last minute and finished minutes before i needed to publish this LMAO so apologies if its not as polished as it could be but please read the first part after hours if you haven't already and enjoy the fic!! the after series masterlist

GOD, YOU NEVER WANTED TO WAKE UP AGAIN. 

But your prayers weren't answered. There was a knock on your bedroom door. You stirred from your despair-fueled slumber—your eyes were practically glued shut from the dried tears around the corners of your eyes and down your face. You let out a low groan as you shifted onto your back. 

"Honey? Are you awake?" You heard your mom crack open your door, curiosity coloring her tone.  

"Yeah." You rasped out. You rubbed at your eyes and you had a feeling that they were slightly puffy from how hard you cried last night. 

The door creaked even louder, signaling to you that your mom was coming into your room. 

"I saw your car parked out front. What are you doing here?" There wasn't any skepticism or worry in her voice—just concern. 

You sighed, not really wanting to divulge to your mom the late-night escapades that happened the night before. "Just felt like coming back home." You told her as you sat up, peeled your eyes open, and looked at her. 

Your mom raised an eyebrow at you, clearly not believing you, as her eyes took in your figure. You knew you looked like a mess—dried tear tracks on your cheeks, red-rimmed and puffy eyes, and a slightly congested nose. 

"Are you sick?" Your mom asked as she came over and sat on the edge of your bed. 

You shook your head. "No, I just had a bad night and wanted to come home." You explained. 

It wasn't the whole truth, but you didn't need or want to tell your mom about being in love with Jess and having a threesome with her boyfriend—then leaving in the middle of the night to avoid an awkward situation in the morning. 

Your mom sent you a soft smile in understanding. "I have some leftovers from breakfast if you want to have some lunch." She patted your knee before leaving your room. 

"Thank you!" You called out to her gratefully as she left. You glanced at the alarm clock on your nightstand, and your eyes widened at the time: 1:19 PM. You hadn't slept in like this in a while. 

You tore your eyes away from the clock and ran your hand down your face. Shaking your head, you got out of bed and rustled through your dresser to grab a change of clothes. Before leaving the room, you caught a glance of yourself in the full-length mirror by your dresser. 

God, you looked rough. Your hair was in a state of disrepair, and your eyes, as you predicted, were puffy and red. While scrutinizing your appearance and turning your head, you caught a dark mark on the side of your neck. Your hand immediately went to touch the tender spot, and you silently cursed out Sam, the memory of him nipping and sucking at your neck coming back to the forefront of your mind. 

Your eyes trailed down your clothed form and swallowed thickly as you realized that you were wearing Sam's shirt and Jess's flower-patterned sweatpants. An unpleasant feeling rose within you as you rushed out of your room, not being able to stand the sight of yourself in the mirror.

As soon as you made it into your bathroom, you turned on the shower and quickly stripped out of the clothes you were wearing, ignoring the mixed scent of yourself, Jess, and Sam that wafted off the collar of the shift and filled your nose. 

You all but jumped into the shower and started to scrub the remnants of last night's mistakes off of you. When you got out of the shower, you felt marginally better as your sock-clad feet padded back into your room. You were half-tempted to fall back into bed, but the rumbling of your stomach said otherwise. You tossed the clothes you were wearing into your hamper, noting that you needed to wash them and eventually give them back to Jess and Sam. 

And as if fate was taunting you, your phone buzzed on your nightstand before it rang. You flinched at the noise at first before picking it up, your stomach dropping at the caller ID: Jessy. 

You were not at all ready to talk to her or Sam, so you let your phone go to voicemail before going downstairs and eating a late lunch. You could faintly hear the TV from the living room as you passed it and headed to the kitchen.

You quickly heated up the plate that was covered, sat down at the kitchen island, and ate your lunch. As you ate, you stared blankly at the glass sliding door that led to your backyard, the wooden swing that was tied to the massive tree that was planted years before you were born, swaying gently in the fall breeze. 

Once you were done eating, you placed your dishes in the sink before grabbing a water bottle and heading into your backyard. The soft breeze kissed your skin as you sat down on the old swing. You remember during the summer before you started high school, you and Jess would spend hours in your backyard, playing and messing around on the swing, until your mom called the two of you inside for snacks or dinner. A wistful sigh left your parted lips as you looked up at the tree, the leaves slowly turning into various shades of green, yellow, and orange. 

Everything seemed so simple back then. You didn't have to deal with the complicated emotions that came with adulthood, and all you had to worry about was if you were going to be in the same classes with Jessica. 

You groaned out loud, putting your face in your hands. Why did it seem like your world revolved around Jessica? Oh wait, it's because she's your best friend and you're in love with her. You thought bitterly as you swung on the swing gently, the wood creaking as you did. 

Your phone rang, pulling you out of your brooding thoughts. Without looking at the caller ID, you picked up. 

"Hello?" 

"Hey! Where are you?" Jess's voice came through the small speaker in your flip phone and into your ear. 

A shiver zipped down your spine, hearing her voice, your mind (not so helpfully) reminding you of how her breathy moans sounded last night. 

You swallowed thickly. "I'm with my parents. Why?" You tried to sound normal, but the lump in your throat refused to go away. 

"Well, you weren't there when we woke up this morning." Jess said slowly, almost hesitant to bring it up at all. "We checked your apartment but you weren't there either." 

"Right. I woke up pretty early and remembered that my mom needed help with the cafe today, so…" You trailed off before wincing. That was an awful excuse, but you'd say anything to try to get off the phone with Jessica right now. 

"Oh. Are you coming back after you finish helping your mom?" She asked.

"No, I stopped by my apartment and picked up my laundry, so I'm staying over the weekend to do it." The lie rolled off of your tongue as you pulled at the drawstring of your sweatpants. 

There was an awkward silence that settled between the two of you, which was a rare occurrence since you guys always had something to say to one another. 

"Will you let me know when you come back tomorrow? Sam and I want to talk about last night." 

You squeezed your eyes shut and let out a harsh breath through your nose. That was the last thing you wanted to do. 

"Yeah. Will do. See you soon." Your words came out clipped. You hung up abruptly, not letting Jess say goodbye. 

You wanted to throw your phone across the yard and disappear from the face of the earth. You were dreading the conversation, your mind cycling through all the possible outcomes, and well, they weren't good. You groaned again as you shook your head, getting up from the swing and heading back inside. 

You had no idea how the conversation was going to go, but one thing you knew for sure was that you were going to postpone it as long as you could. 

Jess frowned as she pulled her phone away from her ear. You hadn't let her greet you goodbye, which you never did before. She could tell that you were acting differently than usual, and she couldn't help but think that your behavior was affected by the events of last night. 

Jess let out a small sigh before sinking back into the couch and staring at the ceiling. She honestly was afraid of how the conversation would pan out. You were her best friend, and Jessica didn't know what she'd do if she let this come in between the friendship that you guys shared. 

If she was going to be honest with herself, she had always gravitated toward you and practically dreamed about sleeping with you before she started to date Sam. It felt right with you as the three of you lost yourselves in the haze of lust and desire. 

The door opening to the apartment broke her out of her stupor, and she smiled when she saw Sam walking through the doorway. 

Sam smiled at Jess. "Did you call her?" 

Jess nodded. "Yeah, turns out she left earlier this morning because her mom needed help at the cafe." 

Sam hummed in understanding. "Is she coming back tonight?" 

"No. She said she was spending the weekend with her parents." 

Sam nodded, making his way over to the couch, and settled next to Jessica. "It'll be fine. You just have to tell her what you told me earlier, okay?" 

Sam must have noticed Jess's anxious expression, and at his words, she relaxed but grabbed his hand. 

"I know," Jess murmured, "She sounded weird on the phone. I'm just a little worried about how she'll react." 

Sam leaned in and pressed his forehead to Jessica's. "She's your best friend, I doubt that she's going to react badly. She might be shocked at first but I'm sure it'll go smoothly." 

Jess let out a sigh before smiling, reassured by her boyfriend's words. She leaned in and pressed her lips to Sam's. "I love you." She mumbled against his lips, making Sam smile. 

"Love you too, baby." 

Okay, maybe so you lied to Jess when you told her that you'd let her know when you got back to your apartment. You decided to go back to your apartment around 1AM, knowing that both Sam and Jess had 8AM classes on Mondays—and being diligent students, they tended to go to bed early so they could function that early in the morning. 

You were silently thanking whatever higher power was looking over you that you were in a completely different major than both Sam and Jessica, so your schedules this semester didn't quite line up, so when they had gaps in between classes, you had classes and vice versa. And since you knew the campus so well, you had plenty of secluded spots where you could hide from the couple. 

Did the pit of guilt in your stomach grow each time either Sam or Jessica called you and didn't pick up? Maybe, but you shoved it down into a metaphorical box to never be seen by you ever again as you threw yourself into your studies. 

You did the disappearing act for a solid week and a half before you slipped up. You were in the library in the usual spot you and Jessica would study in, thinking that you were safe there as she was in class. But luck was not on your side. 

You heard rapid footsteps heading towards you as Jessica whisper-shouted your name, a fiery glint in her eyes. You had never been on the receiving end of her furious gaze before, but the sight of it made you swallow thickly as nerves began to fester in your gut. 

You glanced down at your watch and realized that she had finished class ten minutes ago. You had lost track of time. But your next class started in fifteen minutes, and it was a ten-minute walk from the library, so as Jess approached, you began to pack up your things. 

Jess quickly ripped the book from your hands and looked at you with a stern expression. "Nope. We're talking right now. What makes you think you can practically drop off of the face of the earth and avoid both Sam's and I's calls?" 

Jess's voice had gradually increased in volume, making you wince at both the volume and harshness of her words. Someone from a couple of tables away had shushed her, but Jess paid them no mind as she looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to explain yourself.

You looked back down at your watch again. "Jess I can't right now, I have class in like thirteen minutes." 

Jess scoffed. "Really? I don't think it'll take you that long to explain why you've been avoiding me." 

You pressed your lips together into a thin line. "Jess. I don't have time for this right now. Give me my book." All of your stuff was packed up at this point. You just needed your book. 

"Not until you explain why you've been avoiding me." 

Frustration brewed in your chest at Jess's persistence. It was always something you admired about her, but right now, it was getting on your nerves.  

"I've been busy with school. Midterms have been kicking my ass." You said cooly, meeting Jess's eyes with a hardened gaze of your own. 

Jess squinted at you, opening her mouth to throw a retort—but you quickly ripped the book out of her hands and stuffed it into your backpack before slinging it over your shoulder. 

"You got your explanation now. See you later, Jess." You push past Jessica and head towards the entrance of the library, but you don't get very far. Jess grabs your wrist. 

"Can we talk later?" A pleading look in her cerulean gaze. 

You ripped your wrist out from her grasp like she burned you. "Maybe." You murmured before scurrying out of the library and heading to class. 

That was the last time you had talked to Jess before another week had passed. 

October was slowly coming to a close, having spent the last week of September and the first week of October avoiding Jess and Sam. The autumnal breeze swept through the air as you walked back to your apartment, the full moon lighting the path you were on. You quickly made your way into the complex and toward your unit. You let out a sigh of relief when the heated air hit your cheeks—having been cooled by the chilly night air. 

Toeing off your shoes, discarding your scarf and coat, and hanging them on your coat rack, you moved further into your apartment before freezing in your spot at the sight of Sam and Jessica in your small living area—their gazes on you. 

You tugged on the black long-sleeved shirt that you were wearing underneath your jacket. "How the hell did you guys get in?" 

"You gave me a spare key, remember." Jess said with a cocked head and a hand on her hip. Sam stood beside her with his arms crossed, an unreadable expression on his face. 

You pressed your tongue into your cheek—you forgot you gave her a key for emergencies. "Right," You cleared your throat before crossing your arms over your chest, "So, what do you want?" 

That was stupid to say. You thought to yourself as the words fell off of your tongue, seeing Jess's eyes flare with anger while Sam's sparked with irritation. 

"What I want is to talk to my best friend who has been avoiding me for the past two and half weeks." Jess said through gritted teeth as she slowly started to walk toward you. 

"We're talking right now." 

Your name fell from her lips like a warning. "Don't be a smartass right now."

"You've been avoiding us since that night. Why?" Sam spoke up for the first time since you entered the room. 

Jess had stopped in front of you and looked at you intently, waiting for your answer. 

You looked away from them—their gazes were piercing, and all you wanted to do was crawl out of your own body and bolt out of the room. You really didn't want to talk about this right now.  But you knew this was going to happen whether you wanted it to or not, and well, Sam and Jess cornered you in your own apartment. There wasn't anywhere to run now. 

You took a deep breath before looking at Sam, not being able to meet Jessica's eyes. "I didn't want to really talk about it and make things awkward." The truth laced your words, but it obviously wasn't the entire truth. 

"That's what we wanted to talk about that morning, you know?" 

You nodded at Jess's words. "Yeah, well I wasn't well prepared to talk about how a threesome between all of us happened." And the fact that I'm in love with Jess and could fall in love with your boyfriend. You added mentally.

"I think it would have been a little bit awkward nonetheless, but you've made it ten times worse since you've been avoiding us." Jess pointed out knowingly. 

You scowled internally. You hated how right Jessica was. You blamed your flight instinct, but you still dreaded the rest of this conversation. 

"Okay, so we had a night of drunken fun and had a threesome and I made it a bigger deal than it actually was. Happy now? It's been addressed." An awkward smile was plastered to your face as you uncrossed your arms and shoved your hands into your jean pockets, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet. 

Jess sighed and shook her head at you. "It meant a lot more than that to me." 

The awkward smile fell off of your face as you looked at her, surprised. Hope bloomed in your chest but stamped it down when you saw Sam shift from his spot near the couch, reminding you that he was in the room. 

You swallowed hard. "What do you mean by that?" 

Jess ran a hand through her blond curls before extending her hand towards you. "Can we sit down for a minute so I can explain myself?" 

You looked down at her hand before taking it hesitantly, ignoring the way your hand fit against hers. She led you to the couch, and Sam took the armchair that was situated across from it. 

You sat down next to Jess, glancing at Sam before settling your gaze on Jess. You finally took the time to really look at her and saw a slightly wild look in her eyes as she fiddled with her fingers. 

"Look, we should have talked about this before we all decided to all sleep together, but better late than never right?" Jess let out a hollow laugh before continuing. "There's no other way to put this and there's no point in dancing around it, but I really like you."

You froze at her words, staring at her with shock coating your features. "What?" 

Jess couldn't help but smile at your stunned reaction. "I like you. Like more than a friend." 

You glanced at Sam. "But Sa-" 

"Feels the same way about you as well." Sam interjected with a small smile. 

What the hell is happening? You couldn't believe it. You swore you entered an alternate universe, or you're dreaming because there was no way that your best friend you've been in love with and her boyfriend just admitted to liking you beyond a platonic sense. 

"I-i don't really understand what you're getting at here." You couldn't help but stutter out. 

Sam moved from his spot and sat down in the empty space next to you, sandwiching between him and Jess before gently grabbing your hand. You noticed how much bigger his hands were compared to yours before realizing that Jess had yet to release yours from her grasp. You bit the inside of your cheek—it felt right to have both of them right beside you.

"We both like you in more of a romantic way than a friendly way." Sam explained with a kind smile on his face. 

Your brows furrowed as you looked at Jess. "But I thought you were str-" but your words were cut off by Jess's chuckles. 

"You know better than anyone to assume someone's sexuality. Besides, I didn't realize it until my first year here." 

"Oh." Damn, you usually had a really good gaydar—but you had convinced yourself that Jess was painfully straight for a long time and shut down any and all possibilities that she could be queer as well. 

Both Jess and Sam shared a look of amusement at your slightly dazed appearance. You blinked hard before shaking yourself out of it and popped the bubble that was created between the three of you, standing up from the couch and pinching the bridge of your nose. 

"So, let me get this right. Both of you have feelings for me but decided to tell me after the fact we had a threesome?" 

Sam and Jess nodded at your words, making you groan slightly. This was all so confusing for you. "I have too many questions about the implications but I'm afraid I'm too sober to deal with this. Are you guys proposing what I think you're trying to tell me?" 

The couple in front of you shared a nervous look before Sam cleared his throat. "Yeah." He answered you. 

You crossed your arms again. "How would that even work? A relationship between the three of us." 

You weren't going to ask how they knew that you even liked them back, but looking back, you suppose you were a little obvious about it. 

Jess stood up and gently placed her hands on your arms, coaxing them out from their position so she could hold your hands. "By taking it slow, and communicating a lot. So that means no running away or avoiding us." 

You looked away at Jess' pointed look, but she let go of one of your hands to place a hand on your face, making you look at her again. You couldn't help but lean into her touch. 

"But if you don't want to do this, we understand, and we can go back to how it was before everything." 

You sighed, biting your bottom lip in thought. "Okay. Let's do this." You squeezed her hand, which was in yours. 

Jess's eyes lit up, and your heart practically skipped a beat at her beaming smile. Sam was looking at the scene in front of him with a soft smile on his face. 

"Can I kiss you?" Jess asked tenderly, her thumb caressing the apple of your cheek. 

"Yeah." As soon as the words left your mouth, her lips descended onto yours—pulling into a sweet kiss filled with devotion and adoration. You sunk into the kiss, and you felt Jess smile as you moved your lips against hers. 

You were so wrapped up in Jess that you didn't hear Sam get up from his spot on the couch and move behind you. His hands resting on your hips pulled you back to the present, and you leaned into his hands. 

Sam gently pulled you away from Jess, turned you around his arms, and kissed you, leaving you no room to breathe in between the kiss with Jess and his. God, they both were great kissers. Your hands rested on his chest as Sam kissed you with a tenderness that you've never experienced before and made your heart pump faster at the feeling. 

You eventually pulled away from Sam and rested your head on his chest, trying to calm your racing heart rate. You could feel Jess's hand resting on your back as you inhaled the mix of Sam and Jess's scents, notes of vanilla, cherries, cedar, and cinnamon blending together. 

You pulled away from Sam's chest to say something, but a yawn escaped you before you could even say a syllable. You felt your face flush slightly at the chuckles that Sam and Jess let out. 

"Let's head to bed." Sam said before leading you to your bedroom. 

"Wait, all of us?" You asked as you made it to your room. 

"Yep, Sam and I brought our stuff," Jess said as she gestured to their bags lying at the foot of your queen-sized bed. 

You turned to face her with a raised eyebrow. "You were really sure about this conversation going your way huh?" 

Jess shrugged. "Maybe." She sent you a slight smirk, making you shake your head at her with a small laugh. 

The three of you got changed into your pajamas and managed to cram into your bed like sardines. It didn't help that both Sam and Jess were slightly taller than average, so you were squished in between them in the middle of the bed as you were tucked into Sam's side, and Jess was wrapped around your other side, a leg thrown over your legs and arm over your waist. You could only imagine what you looked like right now, but you couldn't care less as you drifted off into a dreamless sleep between your two favorite people. 

You knocked on Sam and Jess's apartment, adjusting the headband halo you had on. The past two weeks were filled with navigating this new dynamic between Sam and Jess. It was a little awkward at first, but the three of you settled into it well. Not much had changed besides the fact that you spent a lot more time together and shared the occasional kiss and makeout session with the two of them. Nothing had escalated past heated kisses and over-clothes touching since you guys were still taking it slow. 

The door finally opened, revealing Jess wearing a sexy nurse costume as she adjusted the hat on her head. 

"Hey, baby!" She greeted you with a bright smile before leaning in and pecking you on the lips. She pulled back and gave you a once-over. "Come in. You look amazing." 

You were thinking about matching Jess with her nurse costume, but you had been planning your angel costume since August. You hadn't told Jess until a week before Halloween. "Thanks, you look beautiful."

"Thank you." Jess said before turning around with a hand on her hip. "Sam. Are you coming or what?" 

Sam peaked out from the doorway, dressed in his usual layers. "Do I have to?" He asked. 

"Yes, we didn't get dressed up for nothing and it'll be fun!" Jess gestured between the two of you. 

"Where's your costume anyways?" You asked. 

Sam walked up to the both of you, laughing before ducking his head down. "You know how I feel about Halloween." 

Despite his objections, you and Jess pulled him out of the apartment and towards the bar. It was practically filled to the brim with drunk and costumed college students, and you met up with a mutual friend of yours, Jess's, Luis. You guys managed to get a table for the four of you before Luis got shots for your table. 

Music pumped through the air as you sat next to Sam, Jess standing across from you as you raised your shot glass. 

"So here's to Sam and his awesome LSAT victory." Jess congratulated her boyfriend. 

"All right, all right, it's not that big a deal." Sam waved off the accomplishment, making you shake your head. Sam, ever the humble giant. 

"He acts all humble but he scored a 174." Jess tells Luis. 

Luis shoots down the liquor in the glass. "He's that good?" 

"Yep. He's freakishly smart." You couldn't help but tease Sam before knocking back your drink. 

Sam shook his head at you after he drank the shot as well. 

"So there you go. You are a first-round draft pick. You can go to any law school you want!" Luis moved from between Sam and Jess to your other side and sat down on the stool beside yours. 

"Actually, I got an interview here. Monday. If it goes okay I think I got a shot at a full ride next year." 

"Hey. It's going to go great." Jess promised.

"It better." Sam had a nervous smile on his face. 

"How does it feel to be the golden boy of your family?" Luis asked. 

Sam shook his head. "Ah, they don't know."

"Oh, no, I would be gloating! Why not?" Luis exclaimed as he sat up from the table. 

You and Jess shared a look from across the small table. You had some idea about Sam's family, but all you knew was that he had an older brother, that his mom died when he was young, and he wasn't close to his brother and dad anymore.

"Because we're not exactly the Bradys."

"And I'm not exactly the Huxtables." Luis shot back. "More shots?" 

"No." The three of you said simultaneously, but Luis went back to the bar anyway. You shook your head at him before focusing back on Sam and Jess. 

"No, seriously. I'm proud of you. And you're gonna knock 'em dead on Monday and you're gonna get that full ride. I know it." Jess gushed, smiling brightly at Sam. 

"What would I do without you?" Sam sighed in admiration. 

"Crash and burn." Jess said cheekily before Sam pulled her into a kiss. 

Before, you would have looked at the scene with jealousy boiling in your gut, feeling like you were intruding on their moment. But now, you were slowly working through those emotions and smiled at the scene in front of you as you took a sip of water. You understood that Sam and Jess had a deeper connection with each other than the three of you had collectively. Besides, it's not like you could advertise the fact that the three of you were in a polyamorous relationship, so you'd save your congratulations for Sam later.  

"You guys are disgustingly sweet." You quipped when they pulled apart. They both rolled their eyes at you. 

"If I didn't know you any better, I'd think you were jealous." Jess teased, a knowing smile playing on her lips. 

"Whatever." You glanced down at your watch—it didn't go with your costume, but you didn't care. "I gotta get going. Mom needs my help tomorrow morning." 

"Awee, are you sure you can't stay longer?" Jess pouted at you. 

"I would if I could, but I actually need to help my mom this time." 

"Are you sure? You can just crash at ours and just leave in the morning." Sam suggested, not comfortable with you driving this late. 

"I'll be fine, Sammy. I'll see you before your interview on Monday, okay?" You grabbed the small white bag you brought with you before getting up from your seat and pecking both of them on the cheek. 

"Love you guys, I'll see you soon." You said before leaving the bar and heading back to your apartment. 

"That'll be $3.50 please." 

The customer handed you a five-dollar bill. "Keep the change." She smiled at you before stepping away from the counter to wait for her coffee to be made. 

Your phone rang in your back pocket, and you pulled it out to see Jess was calling you. "Hey, Olivia, I'm taking my break right now." You told the girl your mom had hired. She nodded at you, and you went into the breakroom as you answered the call. 

"What's up?" 

"Sam left with his brother." 

You furrowed your brows at Jess's words. "I'm sorry what?" 

Jess sighed before jumping into the story of how Dean, Sam's older brother, had broken into their apartment and said that they had to find their Dad since he got lost on a hunting trip. 

"Wait a minute. Sam knows how to hunt? Mmm didn't expect that." 

"That's not the poInt and you know that." Jess snapped at you. 

"Sorry. But if he said that he'll be back in time for his interview, then he'll be back. When has he ever gone back on his promises?" 

Jess sighed. "You're right but I can't help feeling like something is going to happen soon. Something bad." 

"You've been feeling it too?" You asked. You felt something twist in your gut as you woke up this morning, but you tried to ignore it. 

"I just can't shake it. Ever since Sam left, it's just been there, you know?" 

You agreed. "Look, I'm coming back early tomorrow and we'll spend the rest of the day together and wait for Sam to come back okay?"

"You don't have to-," 

You interjected. "Trust me, I want to Jess." 

"Okay." 

"Good, I'll call you when I'm outside of your complex." 

"I love you." Jess said softly. 

"Love you too." You responded before you hung up and went back to work. 

"Are you sure that you don't want me to stay with you tonight?" You asked as Jess tried to push you out of the apartment. 

Jess laughed at the puppy dog look you were giving her. "I'll be fine, you have class tomorrow." 

"So do you." You pointed out. 

"Just go, I'll see you tomorrow." 

You huffed. "And here I thought you loved me." You pouted at Jess. 

Jess leaned in and kissed you on the lips. "I do, sometimes too much. But you have to go, it's late." 

"It's only midnight." 

Jess chuckled, giving you another kiss. "Go, I'll see you in the morning." 

"Fine. Love you." You mumbled against her lips. 

"I love you too." 

Little did you know that was the last time you'd ever hear those three words uttered by Jess ever again.