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unsaidholland · 4 years ago

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mean it in the morning | h. osterfield

a little bit of an angsty harrison piece that ends in fluff!!

warnings: one or more swear words, mentions of sex but no smut, harrison osterfield being a begging mess (this deserves a warning because i think he’s so cute)

it wasn’t unusual for you and harrison to wind up in bed together. you were friends who slept together, nothing more, but nothing could erase the fact that the two of you were madly in love with each other. you just refused to act on it. you wanted something with harrison, who wouldn’t? with his eyes as blue as a summer sky with as much depth as the ocean, and his touch as warm as being under the covers on a cold, winter night, yet as familiar as your childhood bedroom, how could anyone not fall in love with someone like him? it was so easy for you to fall in love with him, but what you didn’t realize was how easy it was for the blond to fall in love with you.

you were everything that he could’ve ever wanted, you just didn’t realize it. there was nothing more comforting to harrison than the weight of you in his arms or the way you looked at him and the world with a glimmer in your eyes. you had your fair share of bad days, but harrison fell in love with the way you still looked out at the world as if it still had so much to give, because you knew in your heart that you still had so much left ahead of you. that being said, harrison knew he loved you the first time you had ever slept with him. everything felt right, like two puzzle pieces fitting together - he felt like he had found his soulmate.

but now the two of you were laying in bed together, naked as the day you were born. you were facing him, hands playing with the rings that sat on his fingers. you were always obsessed with them, his rings, his fingers, his hands in general if we’re being honest. harrison’s other hand was sitting on the small of your back, thumb rubbing circles into your skin. this was home, being with harrison, having these secret moments. they were picture-perfect, capturing the intimacy between you two, but also they encapsulated the serenity that you two felt while alone together.

“i love you,” harrison whispered, but barely. if it weren’t so comfortably quiet, nothing but the sounds of you breathing, then you wouldn’t have heard it. your heart dropped. this was everything you wanted, but it didn’t seem real.

“don’t say that.” you were being cold, you knew that, but the warm secret moments had suddenly frozen over with ice, and suddenly you felt like you needed to protect yourself. you stopped playing with his rings and let go of his hands.

“why? why are you so upset with the fact that i love you?” there was that word again - love. love meant nothing when it had to do with sex, you were convinced of that at an early age. he wasn’t in love with you, you thought harrison only thought he loved you because you had slept together, and that was all. he only loved you because you gave him a good time, he only loved you because you knew how to please him, that you were sure of. you just didn’t know that level of intimacy ran deeper than merely sexual.

“because you won’t mean it in the morning. we’ll go to bed, and then wake up and you’ll act like i don’t exist because that’s what happens. it always happens,” you stated as if it was general knowledge, but that’s because it was to you. in your eyes, harrison saw you as nothing more than just a body for him to use, rather than someone who could possibly be his soulmate, someone he might want to spend the rest of his life with.

“you should know me well enough to know that i’m not like that.” out of the corner of your eye, you thought you saw harrison’s eyes go dark with sadness, turn glossy with tears that could possibly fall, but that’s something you never wanted to see. turning your back to him, you looked out the large, floor-to-ceiling windows that took up the whole wall. the stars were blocked by the clouds, the moon not even seen, but the light was there. the london skyline painted the bottom of the horizon, and it was enough of a distraction to take you away from where you were emotionally at war with harrison and yourself.

“so you want me to believe that you love me even though we’re sitting here, naked? no, harrison you’re just acting like this because i gave you a good time. that’s all you want.” the tears were welling up in your eyes, threatening to fall, but you’d be damned if you let them fall.

“i’m going home harrison, don’t follow me.” you got up from the bed and immediately went to redress yourself. you felt harrison’s grip on your wrist as you reached for your shirt. he was still butt naked, not even bothering to redress, his mind was focused on the possibility of losing you.

“y/n, please,” harrison begged, but you weren’t having any of it. he never showed you he loved you in the mornings when you would wake up together, legs intertwined, nothing but his shirt and the blankets covering your body, while the blond was just in his boxers. he never showed you he loved you when the two of you were spending time alone on the sofa having one of your weekly movie nights. maybe he did love you, and you just didn’t know it, but he sure didn’t show it.

“if you really loved me, then you would say it any other time than right after we fucked.” you knew your words were harsh, but him telling you he loved you right after a mind-blowing orgasm just felt as if he was using you. maybe he wasn’t, but your gut was convinced that he was. and maybe you were putting up a wall subconsciously to protect yourself, but at the end of the day, you didn’t want to get hurt.

you tore your wrist from his grasp, tears still threatening to fall as you slipped your shirt on. you didn’t notice that a few had fallen and there were wet spots on your shirt under the collar, but harrison did.

“goodbye harrison,” you said, getting up to walk out of the bedroom and out of his apartment. harrison followed you though, and as you heard his footsteps behind you, you tried to speed up and get out without him catching up to you. nonetheless, he caught up to you, despite all your best efforts.

“please,” harrison whispered. you tried everything to avoid his ocean blue eyes, but you had caught them and couldn’t help but notice how dark and stormy they were. they looked like the horizon you were looking at just moments earlier, cloudy, but the light was there.

you couldn’t avoid his eyes, you were drawn to them like a magnet, and only because they were some of the most beautiful things you had ever seen. you’d never seen a shade of blue quite like his eyes, and that was why you couldn’t break the eye contact. what you didn’t see hiding behind his eyes was that he was telling the truth. your judgement was clouded, but all for a good reason.

“y/n, babe, please.” the pet name was one that had been frequently used in bed, but never when he was pleading with you. the two of you tried to stay away from pet names, mainly because you didn’t want to cross the line between friends and lovers, but it was too late. you knew that. friends didn’t have sex as often as you two did, and friends definitely didn’t stay the night afterwards knowing that they were going to be held the whole night. if the two of you were just friends, then maybe you spending the night would’ve happened, but not in the way that you did.

“don’t call me that,” you whispered. you were losing your composure. from how close harrison was, to the way he was pleading with you, you were starting to give in. you tried your best to recompose yourself, but he was like a drug and you couldn’t get enough. you needed more of him.

you wanted the mornings where you would wake up next to him with his arm around you and your head on his chest to be more of a reality than a once-in-a-while thing. you wanted the nights where you would watch a film and he would lay his head in your lap so you could play with his hair, you wanted harrison, but not like this. you still felt that deep down he wouldn’t mean it in the morning, but that was immediately buried under his touch as soon as cupped your face.

“stay the night, i’ll prove it to you, i swear.” you searched his eyes for any form of a lie, but you saw nothing. harrison lifted a hand, his fingers curled into a fist except for his pinky. a soft smile appeared on your face as you locked your pinkies together, securing his promise.

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lifeisamuffin · 4 years ago

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this is a mutuals mention game! u need to mention one or more mutuals that come to your mind at first when you read the following words (per word): flower, angel, love, chocolate, sweet, cute, gorgeous, fun, sun, moon, and stars hehe

OKAY I’M LATE AGAIN OOPS 🙈, but let’s be honest are we ever late for spreading love and appreciation 🤗.

Flower: @juliaseongjoong @changminspigeon both of you are such a sweet and bright individuals 🌸 🧡

Angel: @sunghoonseyebrowcult you never fail to check in with me even while I at times respond a bit late or nothing much happened that day 😇🧡

Love: @mysticpenguincreation you dear are the definition of love and loving no questions asked. One of the most beatiful people I know both on the in and outside 🧡💚

@cb-143 my first tumblr friend who became more than my tumblr friend and I am thankfull for having ever since. You gave me so many oppertunities to and supported me no questions asked that you deserve this spot 💗🧡 @soft-black-teabag the most amazing eggies mom who made my tumblr such a lively place. You gathered together such a wonderfull group of people and you interact with all of us. I can never thank you enough for it 🧡

Chocolate: @enhypenmemes because you made the nicest cutest little enhypen family with the shared profile pictures with such a warm and sweet feeling as chocolate 🍫🧡

Sweet: @jinwoo-lee for hosting all of our lovely games and supporting and talking to us no matter what 🧡

Cute: @yjw04 since we are both bussy we don’t get to talk that often but when we do it is always such a nice and lovely conversation and overall your blog just looks so cute 🧡

@little-soobunnie more of my newly found sisters on tumblr to who I already think is such a cutey to

Gorgeous: @fullsunsunoo eventhough you could’ve easily fitted in many many more spots I had to put you here because ohmy you are gorgeous 🧡

Fun: @heeseungluvs how could I not put you here. I can still laugh when thinking about the whole discussion between the cupcake or you. Honestly you are fun in the best way though 🧡

Sun: @isaahyung also someone who is often very bussy but one of the most amazing interent friends who together with me went through the stressfull produce x 101 experience and still is with my in my heart 🧡

Moon: @varietyfreak because of the magastic person you are and since our time difference we always get to talk when it is evening over here 🌛🧡

Stars:@kingleshe because you are as beautiful and magestic as the feeling you get from looking at the stars ✨🧡

Okay I may have still left people out however I tried to restrain myself a little. Know that each and everyone on of you made my tumblr a happier and brighter place

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solecize · 5 years ago

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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. you never forget your first love. sometimes you don’t want to. other times, you can’t. 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. yuta x reader 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄. fluff / angst / high school au 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. mature language, death, mentions of a car accident, violence and verbal abuse 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. 7.7k words 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒. i finished this at 5am so its a little wonky and definitely not proofread

FOURTEEN.

the sun barely peaked out from the far horizon of the osaka skyline and the sweet smell of morning dew filled your lungs. a heavy backpack weighing down your shoulders, you hated walking to school in the mornings. clunk. clunk. clunk. the sound of your shoes drumming against the pavement guiding your path became a steady rhythm and your concerns of the day to come drowned within them; a physics test in the morning, a presentation at the end of the day, and the fact that you forgot to pack yourself a lunch. again. these thoughts settled into a roaming and wandering pace as you made your way to school.

wisps of golden rays broke though and in between branches and houses that you strolled past. specifically, the one house that you continuously walked back and forth in front of. ‘come on,’ you thought, waiting for the right moment. this routine that you’d been practicing since elementary school occurred at the almost exact same time every single time.

then, you heard the front door click. with that, you rushed back a couple steps and ignored the army marching through your chest. punctual as ever, yuta was ready. thankfully for you, that meant that you could ‘casually’ run into him on your way to school and walk together. that was the only thing you liked about walking in the mornings.

“oh, hey. good morning.” yuta bore a small smile, as he looked at you over his shoulder and locked the front door. the boy had yet to caught on to the fact that your presence was suspiciously always on time for him to exit his house.

your expression lit up when the eyes of the boy who you so deeply admired met yours. “good morning, yuta.” your smile leapt to your eyes.

as he did every morning, he jogged his way over to where you were and began walking at your side. the mere presence of him just an elbow’s touch away caused the bottom of your stomach to not just do backflips, but an entire gymnastic routine. somehow, you managed to catch your breath.

SIXTEEN.

“and then, he went all ‘bang!’” your hands waved wildly, the words were overflowing from your lips and the rush of adrenaline still fresh in your veins.

miho watched you with a single raised eyebrow, half used to your antics, but was still bewildered at your longstanding crush on soccer star nakamoto yuta. even under the dim streetlights of that hazy and humid september evening, the rogue flush glowing at the apples of your cheeks was too obvious. she simply giggled and looped her arm around yours.

the narrow streets were littered with clusters of students from your school, laughter and chatter being heard from a mile away. the joyous buzz in the air was due to the soccer game that just occurred against the team’s arch rivals, which was won in a last minute dramatic fashion. the saviour of the night? he was walking towards you.

wait, what?

although surrounded by other team members clad in navy blue tracksuits, yuta easily stood out. everyone and anyone bombarded the guy as soon as he came within sight, wanting to congratulate and praise him for his talent and efforts. for some reason, though, there was a different gleam of purpose in his bright eyes.

your heartbeat quickened, but your steady walking pace remained. this was mostly due to miho’s pointed look, as she saw the way you nearly froze up at the sight of yuta—as you always did. up until this point, you weren’t sure what got to you. his charming smile, his kind heart, the way he poured passion into everything he did . . .you were a goner. however, you also had a pile of homework waiting for you when you got home and couldn’t slow down for him, who probably had a celebration to get to.

still, that didn’t change the fact that yuta was making a beeline in your direction. you thought you were imagining it, until you heard him call your name. then, a second time. at this point, you turned around without even realizing that you’d lost control of your body.

“oof—” he ran straight into you the moment you turned around. you wobbled for a second, but yuta’s strong arms caught you almost instantly.

his eyes widened. “oh, shit, i’m so sorry—”

“—no, it’s, um, it’s okay, really!” you exclaimed and wanted to shrivel up when you realized how high your voice became. miho snickered behind you, but you ignored it.

a grin stretched across yuta’s face and the butterflies in your stomach awoke. something about his presence, his spirit lit a spark inside of you. he absentmindedly ran a hand through his hair and opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it and proceeded to play with the words on the tip of his tongue. you weren’t sure what was going on.

yuta asked, “did you enjoy the game?” at this point, he was full on ignoring the passerbys, save for the polite head nod for the congratulations he was receiving. all of his attention was on you.

“yeah, of course,” you nodded, maybe a little too vigorously. “you were really great out there. i mean it.”

“couldn’t have done it without my trusted medic.”

FIFTEEN.

you weren’t sure how exactly you were coaxed into this, but it seemed to have happened in the blink of an eye. everyone in your study group slowly began to flow out of yuta’s home, until it was just the two of you and studying wasn’t the main priority anymore. you weren’t in any rush to go home, considering your home was just a five minute walk away, and, of course, not wanting to pass up the opportunity to spend time with yuta.

“i don’t think i’m exactly fit for this,” you told him nervously, as he lead you onto the empty street by hand.

the evening went from homework to goofing around on youtube. the two of you had been exchanging music and favourite artists, which finally came down to stumbling across soccer clips. yuta then had the brilliant idea of teaching you soccer after you reminded him how much you loathed sports. for whatever reason, that brought you here.

yuta scoffed. “trust me, you’ll get the hang of it easily.”

the breeze blew softly, a relief on a hot summer night like this one. you sighed at the humidity and watched yuta. he dropped the soccer ball onto the ground and it hummed against the concrete, as he started to dribble it.

“you gotta pass with the inside of your foot,” he explained, though you were a little too mesmerized by his gorgeous calf muscles. “like this!” yuta demonstrated and passed the ball over to you like second nature.

somehow, you managed to stop the ball. it had to be either luck or the fear that it was going to crash into one of mrs. nakamoto’s potted plants. your eyes widened in shock. considering you could barely walk without tripping, this was an accomplishment.

he beamed. “great, now pass it over to me.”

what was intended to be a soft, gentle pass ended up being a hard kick to the, well, danger zone. it all happened so fast and before you knew it, the ball hit him with a loud smack! and yuta was trying to resist doubling over. his face contorted and body folded over in swallowed down pain, wincing.

you gasped and rushed over, endless apologies coming out. “oh my god, ohmygod, ohmy—”

“it’s okay, it’s okay!” yuta was gasping for air and you wrapped your arm around his shoulders, trying to help him stand up.

despite being in obvious distress, yuta still managed to laugh upon seeing your reaction. he didn’t realize how much he liked being aided to until you went out of your way to help him back inside and give him an ice pack. he didn’t realize how much he liked teaching his favourite thing to another person until he forced you outside and taught the basics of soccer to your clumsy ass.

most importantly, he didn’t realize how much he could like a person until you.

SIXTEEN.

you rolled your eyes, but you were, without a doubt, dying inside knowing that he remembered that day. “ha. hilarious.”

others continued to weave around you two and you were certain that it looked a little odd, probably annoying, that you were just standing in the middle of a crowded sidewalk. even miho had whispered that she would catch up with you later and snuck away. however, yuta didn’t budge.

“can i walk you home? it’s getting dark and i’m sure you can handle yourself, but just to be extra safe. . .” yuta offered and this took you by surprise.

“you guys just won the most important game of the season, isn’t there some sort of team celebration that you have to get to?” you raised your eyebrows, but allowed him to lead the way to your neighbourhood.

he shrugged. “everyone’s tired. besides, i wanted to, erm, talk to you.”

looking behind you, it seemed that the boys from the team were indeed dispersing, but strangely enough, were all looking in your direction. as if being caught red handed in a robbery, they all froze on the spot when they met your eyes and turned the other way immediately. yuta noticed this and grumbled something under his breath, but you didn’t catch it.

“about. . .?”

“uh, well, we’ve been friends for a while now, right?” yuta scratched the back of his neck with a tension in his movement.

shit. he found out about your crush on him. surely, he just wanted to let you down easy or something. you chomped down hard, teeth grinding against each other in pure agony. this was not happening. you managed to nod your head slowly.

he continued, “well, there’s something i’ve been meaning to tell you.” his eyes, full of fire, wandered all over, except to meet yours. “ask you, er, actually.”

you blinked, trying your best to ignore the bubble of hope forming in your chest. “what do you mean?” because there was no way he was talking about what you’d been dreaming of for god knows how long.

he slowed down in his tracks and for a few moments, there was a calm.

“i like you.” yuta finally spat out, the wind knocked out of him and you nearly fell over attempting to halt in your route. “and i wanted to ask if you’d go out with me.”

cashmere moonlight illuminated the aged roads of osaka where joy danced in the air—the joy of victory, youth, and, now, first love. time seemed to suspend just for a few moments and it tasted like fireworks. a round of whoops emerged from where yuta left him teammates behind, but it was all white noise to you.

everything was blurry and unimportant, except for him.

SEVENTEEN.

“why did we invite these two?” miho groaned, watching the two of you from the other side of the room.

it hadn’t even been a minute since entering the karaoke lounge, but you and yuta were already cuddled up in the corner of one of the couches. he had pulled you onto his lap and you let out a loud giggle at the contact. snaking his arms around your waist, you knew that you were not leaving this place for the rest of the night.

yuta raised an eyebrow. “that’s awfully rude. we’re your friends.” his signature cheeky smile formed and you couldn’t help but press a kiss on his cheek.

“you guys have been on this lovey-dovey honeymoon shit for, like, a year now,” one of yuta’s teammates groaned.

“sucks for you guys.” you grinned in response and began flipping through one of the song books.

it was the middle of the summer going into your last year of high school and you were certain of it—you didn’t have a single care in the world. it was the last summer of pure freedom and everyone felt it all around them. it was a ticking time bomb, a countdown that result in late nights out with all of your friends. tonight it brought you to karaoke.

yuta tucked a piece of stray hair behind your ear. “i like this colour on you.” you’d just dyed your hair a few shades lighter than your natural shade a couple of nights ago as apart of a dare. of course, you did it, but the more you looked at it, the worse it seemed to look.

“really?” you raised an eyebrow at him.

“duh. you look good in everything.”

you brought your face close to his ear, so that the conversation could only be heard between the two of you. “you should go sing something.”

“uh, what?” his face scrunched up jokingly, but you gave him a knowing eye.

it started off one day when you were chilling alone, just watching mamma mia on his couch. for whatever reason, yuta knew enough of the songs to be able to sing along. that’s when you discovered his gift of possibly the sweetest, smoothest voice you’ve ever heard. angelic, you insisted, but he was always too shy and didn’t acknowledge it.

since then, you’ve paid extra attention when you catch him singing under his breath, humming, or even just whistling. everyone told him how good he was, but he didn’t even consider it. nevertheless, it was the same glimmer in yuta’s eyes when he sang his favourite song as the one when he was on the field.

suddenly, the weight beneath you shifted. yuta had pushed you off his lap effortlessly, taking the song book. this forced you to stand up on your feet and left you confused.

he beckoned his friend that held the microphones over and took them from him. “what are you doing?” you asked.

“let’s sing a duet, then.” at this, all of your friends cheered in response to this unusual action from yuta. he’d always be the one to just sit in the corner with his drink, hype up everyone else, and maybe give some background vocals in the form of yelling.

“oh, really?” you laughed, not believing what was happening.

“what? i like trying new things with you,” yuta declared with a grin and passed a microphone to you, which you barely caught. “you better keep up.”

the night unfolded just like that, with nineties throwback jams and laughter all around. miho captured the memory on her polaroid and you kept several of these pictures to stow away, probably in some shoebox under your bed. however, for now, you lived these pictures. you lived them with yuta, always pushing each other to your boundaries and always with the best of hearts.

SEVENTEEN.

it started with that one time at the amusement park when you nearly lost your shit at the top of the ferris wheel. then, he noticed the way you squirmed trying to walk across the metal grates downtown where you could see just how deep it went past those holes. you never wanted to join your friends when they would have lunch on the school rooftop.

you had a fear of heights.

one promise was made clear between the two of you at the start of your senior year in high school: to make the best out of it. yuta figured that this meant pushing you to face what scared you the most. this was the first of them.

with a sigh, you suddenly found your shoes to be the most interesting thing in the world. “i really don’t know about this.”

“we took a three hour bus ride to get here and you’re not sure about this?” yuta folded his arms across his chest. “you’re the one that suggested we all go to the beach.”

you gnawed on your bottom lip. “well, yeah, but i meant to go swimming or tan or play volleyball! this—” you beckoned down to the aquamarine ocean line, “—is not what i meant, yuta!”

kicking a piece of rock, it flew right off the edge and deep down into the shore below. you watched it and the distance it made, which only caused you to stiffen up even further. the cliff had to be at least twenty meters high and despite the beautiful crystal waters, it felt like diving into a black hole. your eyes remained glued to the mocha dirt between your feet, as the sight only pumped your blood faster and faster.

yuta chuckled softly and you smacked his arm. “this isn’t funny!”

raising his hands up in defense, he approached you slowly. “come on. you’re the bravest girl i know.” your boyfriend tried to tip your chin up, but you tore in away. “you’ve been telling me for years about how you’ve wanted to get over this.”

“yeah, but we all know i’m a pussy ass bitch.”

he rolled his eyes, but wrapped his arms around you from behind and kissed your temple. “come on. if you do it, i’ll buy you food.”

you scoffed. “you think i’m that easily bought?”

even though he didn’t say a word, the look that yuta gave you was enough to indicate his agreement. you looked between him and the seemingly endless jump that awaited you just a few steps away. squinting at the sun, you let out a loud breath.

“well?” yuta asked hopefully.

you rubbed the ring on your left hand, a habit formed in the confrontation with your nerves, and braced yourself. in a twist of fate, you found yourself walking a few steps back and for a second, he thought that you were leaving. then, yuta saw the look on your face and grinned. it was enough for him to know. squeezing your eyes shut, you tried to steady yourself.

“you have to jump right after me, okay?!” you didn’t mean to yell, but everything began to muffle except for the pounding in your ears.

yuta said, “you got it, baby.” he began clapping and whooping, building up your energy at your side.

it was like flying. you ran and ran until your entire body was wrapped around blankets of air and freedom. you finally opened your eyes, wide and bright, to the world around you. it was pure lunacy. it must’ve lasted forever, because when you emerged from the sharp waters and gasping for air, yuta was already right beside you.

a boil of hysteria formed at the base of your throat. one giggle lead to another, until you were having a full on fest of laughter. you couldn’t stop and watching you, yuta couldn’t help but start laughing, too. you flung your arms around him in the tightest embrace, still shaking from the nerves, but in the best way possible. you planted a deep kiss on his lips and he groaned.

“i guess that wasn’t so—” you were cut off by yuta’s lips, capturing yours once again.

SEVENTEEN.

everyone knew you and yuta to be the couple that was late to almost everything. however, most were not aware of the fact that it was almost strictly because of him. sometimes, you had to step back and marvel at just how good he was at wasting time when getting ready for something.

“oh my god, is it possible to take any longer than this?” you yelled at him from his bedroom balcony, as you absentmindedly scrolled through your phone. at the same time, you ignored the angry messages from your friends, wondering where the two of you were.

the sound of the blow dryer finally came to a stop. “relax, there’s no need to rush.”

“it’s the last school festival we’re ever gonna have and you don’t wanna rush?” you quipped back.

this happened every time, so you weren’t nearly as irritated as you should’ve been. this was considering you woke up extra early to pick out your outfit and actually attempt real makeup on your face. it made you a little nervous, considering you made enough effort to brush your hair and throw on the nicest skirt you owned, albeit after digging through your closet for who knows how long. you arrived at yuta’s almost an hour before you were supposed to leave and without surprise, he was still in bed.

since this happened every time, you had one simple method that worked every time. all it took was one iced cube for nakamoto yuta, the mighty star player of your school’s soccer team, to squeal like a four year old and scramble out of bed. soon enough, he was in the shower and belting to chris brown at the top of his lungs.

he definitely didn’t get out soon enough.

you got up to bang on his bathroom door, but before you could do so, it swung open. yuta was fully dressed in casual attire of an oversized hoodie, a jean jacket, and black sweats. a baseball cap nestled the top of his pristine hair and you immediately swiped it off.

“hey—” yuta began to protest, but then his eyes scanned your appearance and his jaw was left hanging.

clearly, you didn’t notice, because you continued ranting. “if you took all that time to blow dry your hair, why the hell did you put on a hat?”

“you look. . .”

“we are so late and—”

he clamped a hand over your mouth, only getting a further rise out of you. “can you just listen to me?” but, this didn’t stop your attempts and yelling through his hand.

yuta didn’t let go until you had the bright idea to lick his hand, at which he let out a chorus of “yuck, ew, gross” and spun around to wash his hands immediately. you snickered at his reaction, but were still heated.

he gave you a dirty look. “damn, a guy can’t tell his girl that she looks beautiful?”

“not when the guy is the reason for them being an hour and a half late!” you cried. jaw set, you had to admit that this would normally get your heart pounding, but it was going to be your fist’s turn if he didn’t hurry. long gone were the days where you couldn’t speak the truth to yuta and now, you’d cuss him out at any given time.

he chuckled and placed a hand on your cheek. “well, you do. i don’t know what you did, but you look good, all dressed up and stuff.”

you let him bring you into a gentle embrace and melted into him almost instantaneously. “yeah, yeah, whatever,” you said into his chest. “by the way, i really enjoyed the concert you put on there.”

yuta’s ears turned slightly red, but he laughed it off. “thanks. i’ve been practicing.” he looked over and noticed the balcony door open, the curtains blowly softly against the wall. “were you just on my balcony?”

“yeah, it’s way too hot in here.”

“willingly? alone? at a high height?” he dramatically gaped and you hit his arm.

you replied, “ergh, yes, okay? let’s move on now.” you couldn’t bite back the small grin that was forming on your face and there was no way he didn’t notice it.

the two of you eventually raced out the front door and began a rock paper scissors competition to decide who would have to face an angry miho, who’d been waiting for you two for hours.

EIGHTEEN.

you shared all of the most painful moments of your life with yuta. he was there for you after every test you failed, every sad movie that pulled at your heartstrings, and every time you plucked your eyebrows. just thinking about him, you could easily remember the way his arms felt like home, when nothing else in the world seemed to matter.

“she’s going to be okay, come on. . .” he murmured into your ear, as he stroked your hair. “please, just breathe, baby.”

“miho was on her way to see me! she shouldn’t have—” you couldn’t finish the sentence, a strangled sob choking your words to bits.

yuta rocked you back and forth in his arms as you tried to look for some sort of light, but the bland eggshell walls of the hospital corridor provided nothing to comfort you. there was no one else waiting for miho except you. you were all she had.

that day, she ended up surviving the fatal car accident. you were certain that you would have gone mad if it weren’t for yuta’s warm arms and the sweet nothings he assured into your being. he was your strength that day.

likewise, yuta shared all the most painful moments of his life with you. you were there for him after every injury he suffered on the field, after every screaming match with his hotheaded father, and every lost game that he took. you somehow made him laugh on his way to the infirmary. you found every way to cheer him up after a bad game. most of all, you were the one who cradled him and let him sob into your chest in the rare moments when he would lose all control after a fight with his dad.

it was about one in the morning when you awoke in a startle. the sound of a pile of your textbooks toppling over from your desk created what seemed to be an earthquake at an ungodly hour. you awoke to your heart beating wildly, unsure of what to expect.

thankfully, it was just your idiot boyfriend, who had no idea how to climb into a room through a window. unsure of what was going on, your first instinct to whisper yell at him about whatever the hell he was doing and the fact that your parents could have woken up, but then you saw. you saw his dead eyes and his slumped over figure.

“did he. . .”

you hadn’t seen yuta in about a week, ever since his father was hospitalized. he didn’t elaborate on any details when he explained the situation to you, but you knew it was fatal. he didn’t even want you visiting.

“yeah. he went real quick and just like that,” yuta took in a deep breath, “it was over.”

you immediately sat up on your bed and made room for him, to which he immediately occupied. all you wanted to do was reach out and touch him, to enclasp his hardened joints and cold skin. looking over at him, though, it seemed like the hardest thing to do. you’d never seen yuta so empty before.

you cleared your throat, while eyeing your bedroom door to ensure all lights remained off. “shouldn’t you be with your mom and sister?”

“i dropped them off at home so they could sleep. i wanted to call you, but,” yuta shrugged, “i’m here now.”

after that, yuta didn’t talk for the rest of the night. though he stared blankly at your popcorn ceiling as if he was in another world, you kept him grounded. you talked about anything and anything to distract him. the soccer game on television that evening, the new, hideous curtains that your mother put in the living room, how you just learned to do some basic sewing, the neighbourhood gossip. you talked until your throat strained and begged for you to give up. but, you didn’t give up until the first streams of ginger orange and rose emerged from the horizon beyond your tiny window.

by then, he coasted into a deep sleep into the crook of your neck and one arm slung over your torso. you buried your face in his hair, hand clutched in his. pain always hurt, but neither of you ever had to hurt alone.

EIGHTEEN.

you shared all of the most painful moments of your life with yuta, but you never anticipated the day when one of those moments would be because of him.

“what do you mean?” you felt like you’d just been punched in the gut, your lips parting in shock.

yuta pushed his tongue to the inside of his cheek and set down his soda on the rooftop ledge. “i mean, i’m leaving. i’m going to accept their offer of admission.” his eyes were downcast and he felt like he was holding onto all of the weight in the world.

“but-but, i—” you started, but couldn’t find the words.

nothing seemed real in that moment. you shook your head and turned away, finding the door to be the only option. however, watching even your smallest of movements, yuta knew you too well and easily predicted what you were going to do next.

he grabbed your arm before you could walk away. “can we just talk about this first?”

“like the way you talked to me about applying to schools overseas?” you shot, though your voice was quieter than usual.

like every other couple in the graduating class, your future was up in the air. it was floating and it seem like every time to made a move to reach out and grab for it, all that slipped through your fingers was pure nothingness. void. you didn’t want to think about it, instead opting to live in the moment.

however, with the changing leaves and the aforementioned ticking time bomb became the background music to your every day life. there always seemed to be something that popped out of nowhere to remind you of what you dreaded—the fact that you were running out of time.

yuta ran a hand through his hair. “it wasn’t the plan, i just kinda did it on a whim and i never expected. . .” his shoulders slumped.

it was then you realized that yuta was no longer living by the same hour.

although you avoided talking about it, you and yuta were with each other every step of the way since the year began. you thought the happy ending plan you concocted in your plan was officially set in motion and absolutely nothing could go wrong.

wrong.

though you knew deep inside that this wasn’t a bad thing, that you shouldn’t be upset at yuta, there was a nagging feeling at the pit of your stomach. every bad scenario that could possibly be generated suddenly flashed before your very eyes and at that, your entire body stiffened.

your heart ached and you couldn’t help but step forward to place a hand on his chest. “listen. i’m happy for you and i’m not trying to hurt your feelings, but,” you shook your head, “that shit really hurt mine.”

before he could say anything, you took off the sweater he’d given to just a few minutes earlier when the two of you arrived. the cold breeze felt like knives against your flesh, but you ignored it. for your entire life, you knew that you were as fragile as glass. however, you never truly felt it up until this moment.

“come on, it’s not that serious,” yuta said, eyes widened.

you replied, “it doesn’t matter. this is, um, just a lot to take in.” shaking your head, you broke free of his grasp.

just as you approached the stairs to return back to the school building, you hear yuta’s voice from behind you.

“i’m not letting this be the end.”

EIGHTEEN.

when the guests began pouring out of your front door, you took this as an opportunity to sneak out the back and around to escape the dreadful atmosphere. this wasn’t to say that you weren’t grateful for the careful orchestration done to ensure a successful surprise party, you were really blown away by the plan made by your family and miho. walking into your living room to be met with a crowd of people to celebration your recent acceptance to university was the highlight of your day and the second last thing you expected.

the last thing you expected had followed you out your back door, having kept a close eye on you since the start of the party. yuta had not spoken to you in a week, not since the reveal on the school rooftop. you stated that you needed space and he respected that, but there was no way he wasn’t going to celebrate your massive academic accomplishments, especially when he was the rock to keep you stable all of this years.

plus, miho would’ve killed him.

“hey, hey, hey,” yuta’s unmistakable voice chimed in behind you, “where are you going?”

“i needed some air,” you said, without turning around.

he jogged up to you and began walking by your side. you didn’t look at him. you weren’t sure why.

yuta said, “it’s crazy how fast everything’s going now,” he shoved his hands into his pockets. “it seems like yesterday we were just fourteen and screwing around, doing whatever without caring about tomorrow.”

“. . .yeah. i think i’m going to go crazy thinking about what’s going to happen tomorrow, or the day after.” the confession tasted bitter and it showed crystal clear in your features. “like, obviously, the party was great and all but it was just another reminder of all this shit building up.”

“you have no reason to worry,” yuta scoffed. “you have so much to look forward to. i know you aren’t afraid to be on your own next year.”

“but, that’s the thing, yuta!” you bellowed. “i’m not afraid, i’m terrified. i wasn’t going be afraid because i wasn’t going to be on my own, i was supposed to have you.” it took all of your strength to even attempt to stop your voice from shaking.

like you’d always done, you found yourself immediately melting back into his arms, like they were your rightful place. “believe it or not, i am so fucking ecstatic for you. i just—”

“—wish we wouldn’t have to go our own ways?” yuta finished for you, a sad smile playing on his lips.

you nodded. “it’s stupid, but you’ve been by my side forever. and i want the best for you and trust me, i know this school is perfect for you.”

“you looked into it?”

“of course i did,” you managed to laugh. “and it checks off every single box for your dream school.”

the conversation was a volcano, waiting to erupt in the shadows for quite some time. thankfully, it wasn’t destructive. the two of you sat down on the edge of the sidewalk, still not letting go of each other. similar to leisurely flowing lava, it was warm and of beauty unlike any other.

yuta cupped your cheek and you swore you would have given anything to freeze those few seconds of time to keep. “you know, no matter what happens, you’ll always have my heart.”

that night, yuta took you to the same arcade he brought you to on your first date at fifteen. you shared laughter and exchanged music like you had for many years. the fear settling deep into both of your bodies seemed to fade for that one night. because, although he wanted to be strong and reject it, yuta was as scared as you were.

“you aren’t making the wrong decision,” you assured him, over and over again.

just like that, the magma begun to settle. the fog started to clear, but you weren’t sure if whatever hid behind it all was what you wanted. regardless, for those few seconds in time, everything seemed to be okay.

EIGHTEEN.

"stop crying, loser.”

“i am not crying!” you insisted with a laugh, as you hastily swiped at the tears brimming in your eyes. “i am totally fine, this is totally happening.”

standing in the middle of the parking lot of the ceremony hall, you looked a little ridiculous. you’d long given up on wearing heels and opted to go barefoot, your makeup was smeared, and you already ripped your gown by accident when you stepped on it going down the stairs. yuta didn’t see you that way, though.

he saw you for what you were: the smart, strong, gorgeous girl that he’d been in love with for the past four years of his life. the first girl he’d ever loved. he’d gone on believing that you were going to be the last, too, but that dream was shattered into pieces now. somehow, he accepted this with a smile.

“i guess this is goodbye,” he jokingly extended his hand, to which you slapped it out of the way and nearly jumped on him for a bone crushing hug. yuta laughed and hugged you back just as tight, beginning to twirl you around and ignored the way his cap toppled off his head in the process.

all of a sudden, you heard a loud honk. he let go of you and you noticed that your family was waiting for you to get in the car. you sighed. his eyes met yours and the silence was enough.

he pressed a kiss against your cheek, one last time. “bye, angel.”

TWENTY FIVE.

nothing was the same. your parents had long moved out of your childhood home and to the other side of the city. you lost contact with all of your high school friends and as far as you knew, they’d all moved to different points of the country. upon returning to your hometown, there was nothing left for you anymore.

dropping the last of your cardboard boxes, thankfully not one of the ones marked with ‘fragile,’ miho let out a loud huff. “finally! i thought this shit would never end,” she grumbled.

you kicked the box aside to the back wall of you brand new apartment. “thanks for helping me out.”

she was the last of your old friends to remain in osaka, having built her life here after graduation as a police officer. in fact, miho was the last of your old friends to stick by your side ever since. some were appalled at the turn of events that occurred in your life and ostracized you. others simply faded away naturally. miho was the first of them to enter your life and you were in pure relief when she promised that she wouldn’t leave your side.

miho was the one you dragged into your washroom to take the five tests to see if they were really accurate. when yuta was long gone, she was your rock. when you had to go through school with a young kid, she was your source of encouragement through strings of letters, phone calls, and text messages.

she was the last constant in your life in the ‘before’ and the ‘after.’

“duh, do you know how excited i am for you to be back?!” miho squealed, hugging you for what seemed to be the hundredth time since you arrived back in town just a year before.

you beamed. “i just. . .can’t believe it.” looking out the window, you realized that you left so much of yourself when you left at eighteen. now that you were back, you weren’t sure if you wanted to pick up where you left off.

your oldest friend nodded in understanding. suddenly, there was a loud chime and miho checked her phone immediately, frowning at her screen. she shoved in back into her purse and sighed.

“i really don’t want to leave you alone, but i have to go,” she said.

you nodded in understanding. “it’s okay. go. i have to go grocery shopping for me and the little dude over there anyway,” you replied. “i’ll catch up with you tomorrow for lunch?”

the small boy sitting at your newly moved couch looked up at the mention of himself. he’d been occupied the entire time with power rangers reruns and you walked over to him, scooping him up in a cuddle. yosuke was at the age where he whined at every form of physical affection from his mother, even if they were the best of friends like the two of you were.

“of course,” miho said and followed you. she cooed at yosuke, who’s eyes were still glued to the tablet screen in his hands. taking his chubby cheeks between her manicured fingers and pinching them, the kid let out a loud groan and you gave him a pointed look.

you cleared your throat. “say bye to auntie miho.”

“bye auntie miho,” yosuke mumbled with a grimace painted across his face.

standing up, you began to walk miho to the door. she slipped on her heels, ranting about the warm weather in november, but to be honest, you were mostly tuning her out in favour of just appreciating miho’s presence in the first place. just like old times.

you opened the door for her and waved her goodbye. however, just as you were about to close it, the door beside your apartment opened. whether it was out of curiosity or some cruel trick by destiny, you look out to greet your neighbour.

what came next couldn’t have happened in your wildest dreams.

everything was the same. sure, he grew out his hair a little bit longer, but yuta looked exactly the same in that dusty parking lot, when the two of you were eighteen. a lollipop dangled from his mouth, like before, and his surroundings were drowned out by earphones plugged into both of his ears. he still wore his late father’s titanium watch, no matter how aged it was. yuta’s eyes met yours and you were a goner, like you always were. it was more than a punch to the gut, but a full on blow to the face and a kick to the shins. your entire body felt like it’d just been battered. you couldn’t breathe.

for half a second, he glanced away. then, the nooks and crannies of his memories that hadn’t been touched in years became triggered. yuta looked up and he could’ve sworn, everything in the world stopped. his mouth ran dry and the vulnerability that settled in his bones felt as though he’d been caught in the middle of a crime.

yuta wanted to say your name, to see if it was really you, but nothing seemed to croak out.

“this can’t be real.” you didn’t know you were saying this out loud, but the words just spilled out of your mouth. you felt like a wax candle, eventually vanishing the hotter your flame grew. this couldn’t be happening.

he sputtered, “i can’t—”

you suddenly became aware of your appearance and wanted to just hide away. with your hair twisted into a half-assed bun and clad in an old t-shirt and denim overalls, you looked more like the visiting plumber than a tenant.

“—believe it,” you finished for him, trying to let the oxygen enter your body. “um, sorry, i just moved in, so i’m not really fit to be seen by actual humans.”

neither of you were sure how to go about this, both wanting to go in for a hug, but hesitated. after a few awkward attempts, yuta eventually went ‘fuck it’ and just completely squashing you into an embrace. you weren’t sure how long the hug lasted for. maybe an hour. a couple minute. a few seconds. but even just a quarter of that was enough for you. the smell of musk and teakwood filled your senses and you were lost again, forgetting about what this reunion meant for you.

“you look great.” yuta just saw you the way he’d always remembered you. “you still look the same.” he chuckled, taken aback and blown away.

you scrunched your nose. “do i?” there was no way he was being serious.

“just like the night of the spring festival.”

that was what took you by surprise, the fact that he remembered that night, much less what you looked like. still, the whole situation was not fully processed in your mind. you shook your head, blinking your doubts away.

you tried to form your words. “what, erm, are you doing here?” the awkward laugh that came out of your mouth was enough to say it all. “i mean, last i heard, you became a big shot, working for some company in europe.”

“i moved back to japan a few weeks ago,” yuta revealed, shoving his hands into his pockets. “i wanted to work back home.” though the smile on his face was small, it was enough to bring you back to the bliss of your relationship with him.

none of this was real.

you were dizzy. seeing yuta felt like seeing a ghost from your past. this wasn’t supposed to be what moving back to osaka was about. seven years away meant seven years of growth and even harder, moving on. you finally snapped yourself out of the fragrant, intoxicating daze that was nakamoto yuta and realized you had to confront the reality.

“what—” you started,

he shrugged and leaned against his door frame. “why travel the world when you feel like you’re, well, missing something?” yuta asked. “i mean, i had a lot going for me. but, something felt wrong.”

this was just honesty from yuta. after years away from his roots, there had to be a reason why he traced his footprints back to home. maybe it was after pleading to the stars for an answer, but standing in front of you seemed like the twist of fate he’d been seeking.

“nothing beats home and family, right?”

it was too late. from the ringing in your ears, you didn’t hear the tiny footsteps plopping right behind you on your new, carpeted floors. you didn’t hear the distant video music come to an abrupt pause. you didn’t hear any of it and then, you felt a tug at your pant leg.

“i’m hungry,” yosuke yawned, looking up at you through his long eyelashes.

all the colour in yuta’s face drained. you rubbed the ring on your left hand and tore your gaze away from yuta and instead focused on your son. “okay, yosuke, go back inside and i’ll make you lunch, honey.” you forced a smile, but yosuke just gave a confused side glance at yuta. nonetheless, he retreated back inside.

yuta always imagined what it would be like if he crossed paths with you again. in most of these fantasies, you’d fall right back into his arms. he rarely considered the idea that you would have someone else. he didn’t even entertain the notion at all, the dead clutch of hope still remaining within him.

“yosuke?” he asked slowly, trying to memorize the details of the little boy’s face and all he saw were your features.

it was the hardest thing for you to say.

“yeah. my son.”

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂.

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nickysurfer28 · 4 years ago

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Hot sessions: man cave part 2

This one is for @denisemarieangelina she wanted to have a Nomad Steve Rogers visit her this time in the man cave. Lol 😂 Just has you requested my lady. Here you go. You might need a fan. FYI.

Warning ⚠️: 18+ only , smut , fluff, nudity, etc.

Pairing : Densie (female reader) x Nomad Steve Rogers (infinity war)

It was finally Friday and after a long week of tropical storms and hot humid weather Denise couldn’t wait to retreat to your husband’s man cave for Movie night. Tonight, was the night for Avengers: Infinity War. Nomad Steve Rogers was another of your favorite besides Captain America Winter Soldier version. His long fluffy hair and his full beard in effect. All Denise could think about was how hairy his chest and nipples could be under that suit of his.

“I could just picture that man’s sexy hairy chest.” She quickly snapped back into reality. She finishes setting the movie on the Xbox and quickly text the girls on the chat room.

Chat room:

Denise: hey ladies, I’m all set up and ready to go! I’m just going to make popcorn really quick. I’ll be back.

Nicky: Okie Dokie

Dalia: okay momma

Shannon: take your time!

Tanya: no rush!

Denise headed into the kitchen to quickly make your popcorn. Just as she was about to pour the popcorn into the bowl your kitchen started shaking like an earthquake was happening.

“What the hell is going on!” She went to check outside but no signs of destruction anyway.

“That’s weird” She continued her way back to the man cave with the popcorn.

Just as Denise entered the man cave there stood this tall figure. She dropped the bowl of popcorn to only notice it was Steve Rogers.

“Oh ...again?!” Denise stared in awe to notice this time it was nomad Steve Rogers from Infinity War. “Holy shit...”

“Ma’am, I’m sorry to intrude but, where am I?” Steve stood firm with his hands on his utility belt.

“Uh...well you’re in my house.” She just stood there in shock. Her eyes traced his entire body.

“Well, I think I got pulled into some portal and it brought me here... you look familiar?” Steve replied.

“I believe another version came to visit me before,” Denise answered.

“Oh. well I’m Steve Rogers. You are?” Steve replied.

“I’m ... uh. oh, I’m Denise.” She replied.

“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you Denise.” Steve smiled and out his hand out for a handshake.

“Oh. pleasure is all my Steve.” She smiled back and shake his hand.

Denise could tell he looked tired and his suit was worn out. The star on his suit was gone and it looks like he hadn’t showered and eaten properly in days. She wanted to offered him a warm meal and a hot shower. The Italian women in her offering food was just second nature. She couldn’t resist because it was freaking Steve Rogers.

“Would you like something to eat Steve, possibly take a hot shower and maybe I could clean your suit” Denise replied.

Steve almost hesitated at first but the sound of a hot meal and a shower sounded good. “Sure. that would be great.” Steve smiled.

She brought him to the bathroom and showed him where the towels were. Denise left to clean up and told him she would make his meal while he washed up.

“I’ll be out here if you need anything.” Denise replied.

Steve nodded. “Thank you, Denise.”

Denise quickly headed into the kitchen and thought about making pasta. “Oh, I still have leftover spaghetti sauce...I could just make the pasta really quick.” Not long she finished making the pasta, she heated up the leftover spaghetti sauce.

Everything was all done and ready. Steve came out into the kitchen but with just a towel around his waist. Denise stood there in awe of his hairy chiseled body. He had his suit in hand.

“Sorry to come out like this. If you show me where the laundry room is, I can do it myself.” Steve replied.

“Um... uh yeah it’s right down the hallway to your left.” Her face was flushed red from the site of his body.

He smiled. “Thank you. Also is there something I can wear besides this towel.”

“Uh. yes. I’ll ...let ...check.” she stuttered.

“By the way the meal smells delicious.” Steve replied and headed into the laundry room.

She hurried out of the kitchen trying to compose herself. “Wow. that body on that man...I need a fan”

She found shirt and loose sweatpants that look like would fit Steve. She headed over to the laundry room to find Steve turning on the machine and starting the cycle to wash. Your eyes glanced up and down his delicious hairy body.

“Hey. Steve, I found shirt and sweatpants to wear while your suit gets washed.” Denise replied blushing.

“Thank you, Denise, I really appreciate it.” Steve replied.

“Oh. uh. I’ll let you get dressed. I’ll be in the man cave to clean up that popcorn I drop.” Denise replied.

She left Steve to get dressed. He came back to the kitchen and sat at the table. She brought over the hot plate of pasta to him. Steve smiled and happily ate the hot food. He seemed pleased. He offered to clean his plate and she let him since she wanted to go clean up your popcorn spill.

She grabbed the broom and headed into the man cave to clean up the popcorn that dropped on the floor. As she was cleaning, she felt these big hands wrap around her waist. Denise could feel him closing in from behind. Steve rubbed himself against her body. Her eyes widen by the feel of his hard member.

“Steve... um.” Denise replied.

“Did I say you could stop.” Steve replied.

“Oh. so that’s how you want to be. Well” Denise replied with a chuckle.

Denise turned around to face Steve. His face wasn’t please with her actions. She faced him with a big smirky grin. She traced her fingers along his beard down to his chest. He looked deep into your eyes. Her hands keeping wandering all over his chest until she reached for his already hard cock.

“Oh Steve...well. Well.” Denise giggled with excitement.

“Is that a bit much for you Denise.” Steve replied.

She couldn’t help herself any longer. Denise took a hold of Steve and threw him on the other recliner in the room.

“I want to break this chair in now” Denise replied. Without any hesitation you climbed on top of Steve ripping the shirt off and exposing his chiseled hairy chest and nipples. “God... I knew it !!”

Steve helped her out of the shirt, unclamping your bra letting out your large breasts. Steve dove into your chest kissing and sucking your breasts greedily. She laced her fingers thru his long fluffy hair moaning in ecstasy.

“Wow. Steve...ahh.” She yelled with excitement.

“You want this...Denise “Steve replied. “God !!...yesses!!” Denise squealed.

Steve helped her out of her pants and underwear with ease. He ripped the sweatpants off revealing his hard cock bobbing in the air. Denise quickly placed herself on-top of his hard cock. She could feel his thick hard cock feeling up inside. Denise began to ride him like a bucking bronco. Steve matched with her speed and thrusting deep inside as well.

“Oh yes!” She yelled out as she could feel him going deeper and harder with his thrusts. This Steve was different from the last Steve Rogers they visited here. He already been thru so much and more experienced.

“Yeah, take my big hard cock!” Steve grunted loudly.

“Oh Steve...” she squealed loudly.

Steve picked up the pace thrusting faster. She titled her head and arched your back feeling his hands squeeze on her large breasts as he pumped deep inside her. He sucked and nibbled on her nipples making her moan in sweet ecstasy. Denise pulled on his long hair as her hands trace down to his shoulders digging her fingers into his back. He grunted pumping you even more. Denise could feel the hot flush of the climax rising.

“Oh God! Steve! I’m going to cum!” Denise yelled.

“Yes, cum on my cock!” Steve replied heavily breathing. He thrusted faster this time feeling her body ready to climax. He finally spilled his hot seed inside her core. You both just collapsed there in the recliner all sweaty heavily breathing. Steve trying to catch his breathe.

“Damn women ... you were something else.”

“Oh yeah...so were you Steve.” Denise replied trying to catch her breathe.

She cleaned herself up and put on some comfy clothes. Steve finished cleaning up himself and got his suit back on. He met you back in the man cave.

“Well. Denise that was. exciting.” Steve replied.

“Same. here.” She giggled.

Steve kisses you gently on your forehead and gives her a big warm hug. She didn’t want to let go of his warm embrace.

“God this feels so good” She looked up into his blue eyes meeting with his warm smile. Steve kisses Denise gentle on the lips. He lets go and walking thru the vortex and disappears.

She can hear the cellphone beeping somewhere in the room. She quickly finds it on the table. There are over 20 notifications from the girls in the chat room. “Wait until. I tell the girls! this time it was nomad Steve.”

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rcsebudboy · 5 years ago

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Cute Carry On Questions

thanks for tagging me @isthisisagoodkiss

1- Favourite type of scone?

probably just plain with lots of jam and cream

2- London or LA?

london, i’ve never been to LA

3- kissing in the forest or holding hands under the stars?

holding hands under the stars

4- Jeans or suit?

both, i wear jeans more but i love my tartan suit it makes me feel like cher from clueless lol

5- loose hair or pulled back hair?

loose, most pulled back looks give me a headache

6- vampires or dragons?

vampires 100%, love all my vampire babies

7- what saying do you wish could be a spell?

‘well if the shoe fits’ so i could make all shoes fit me lmao

8- which carry on character would you go on a coffee date with if you could?

simon or agatha, think we’d get along very well

9- favourite carry on quote?

ohmy i don’t know there’s many, one that springs to mind is ‘i am going to die kissing simon snow. aleister crowley, i’m living a charmed life.’

10- how excited are you for wayward son?

holy shit i am too excited!! like i cant even put into words how excited i am agkdkashkdsjshdhks

i don’t who to tag so whoever sees this can do it :)

#carry on #snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch

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chrissys2boys-dannysteve · 6 years ago

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Senator Daniel Williams is facing a problem – a spate of kidnapping attempts on kids of other Senator families in his circle has him on edge.

His six-year-old son Charlie is the guiding of his life, and he’d do anything to protect him. As it turns out, though, ‘anything’ must include hiring the man he slept with and ghosted on six years ago to serve as a bodyguard.

Daniel went on a date with Steve McGarrett that was filled with chemistry, fondness and a night of passion – but the morning after, fear overtook him, and he slipped away before Steve woke up.

Part One

“Danno,” Charlie drawled, in an ever more familiar-sounding complaint. “You’re not paying attention.”

“Sorry, buddy.”

The truth was, however, that Senator Daniel ‘Danny’ Williams knew he wouldn’t be able to focus. There were more pressing things on his mind, and those things all related to the news story that was still running on TV from earlier this morning. He had it on mute so as not to alarm Charlie, but the ticker tape still read the same.

KIDNAPPING ATTEMPTS CONTINUE: Children of Senator families across New York remain a target of criminal activity.

So far, only one of the attempts had been successful – Danny only had to look into her parents’ dead, red eyes as they gave their interviews to understand. If this shit was going to continue to happen, then he was going to need to make sure it didn’t happen to them. If anybody came for his son while they were out together, then he wasn’t 100%, completely certain that he could protect him, and that was a problem he couldn’t live with.

Thankfully, this problem had an obvious solution – and that solution was due to arrive in about ten minutes.

“Danno,” said Charlie, arms folded. “You didn’t draw anything in the last five minutes!”

“But I made a good model for you buddy, huh?”

The boy wrinkled his nose, unsatisfied with this excuse, and Danny couldn’t help bit grin at his son. Charlie was such an intelligent kid, and feisty as you like. Danny knew that it often hurt children when their parents divorced, but if it had hurt Charlie, then the boy had buried it deep. His confidence, stability and pride in what made him special were admirable. Danny often felt he had a lot to learn from his son.

“We’ve got a guest that’s going to be here in about ten minutes,” Danny told him, finally picking up a crayon and starting to sketch. “Is that okay?”

“I guess so,” Charlie told him, mostly focusing on the color he was adding to his background. “Who is it?”

“I don’t know his name,” Danny admitted. “But it’s a bodyguard for you.”

“What do I need a bodyguard for?”

“To keep you safe buddy,” he said, which he knew was a shitty answer to give a smart kid like Charlie. The boy already knew that. Danny just didn’t want to tell his son the gory details. “There are a lot of bad people out there, so I just want to make sure both of us have somebody here to protect us.”

Charlie finished coloring his background, tongue stuck out in concentration. “Well, okay.”

Time seemed to pass more quickly after that - maybe because Danny was actually paying attention to their drawings instead of torturing himself with the rolling news report. As such, it startled Danny when the buzzer for the door sounded, and it took him a moment to compose himself.

“Danno,” said Charlie, eyes fixed on the page. “That’s the bodyguard.”

“It sure is,” he said, standing up and stretching before he headed to the door. Danny could only hope that whoever the agency had sent was a nice person. They’d all be spending a lot of time together, after all, and he felt things would get awkward fast if they couldn’t even marginally enjoy each other’s company.

Either way, now was the moment of truth. Danny answered the buzzer, standing by the door. “Can I help you?”

“Senator Williams?” asked the voice on the other end. “I’m from NY Star Security. I believe we have an appointment scheduled.”

“Absolutely,” Danny said, pushing the button to admit him. “Come right up. We’re in the penthouse.”

Danny took one last glance in the mirror. It shouldn’t really matter what he looked like, but he couldn’t help it. First impressions, and all that. His blonde hair styled neat and tidy this morning was still in place. The thin dusting of stubble did not look disorderly - and his personally tailored clothes fit him like a glove.

The knock at the door followed not soon after. Danny stepped over to it quickly to open it up, polite smile already fixed across his face - and set eyes on somebody eerily familiar. “Hi,” he managed, puzzled enough that it made it hard for him to get the words out. “I’m Senator Daniel Williams. Come right in.”

The slightly sour look on the other man’s face was what threw him off. Danny couldn’t recall having any enemies, and he was absolutely sure he’d met this man before. Then it dawned on him in one flash of panic. This was the first and only man he’d ever slept with.

“Steve McGarrett,” he introduced himself. This was useful, as Danny could only remember his first name. Steve… It didn’t look like he had recognized Danny yet, but surely it was only a matter of time. He had the same look on his face that Danny had felt on his own - that faint, uncertain recognition. Who is this guy? “I believe I’m here to see you about your son.”

“That’s right,” Danny said faintly, standing back to let the man pass. “Come in.”

to be continued…

(You want to be tagged for the story - please let me know)

I’m tagging: @cowandcalf, @ohmy-mcdanno, @hawaiianohana15, @auntie17, @mcdanno4life, @gatorasmus, @anotherrandomsonglyric, @teamfortress2ofresidentevil, @alexisa1206, @be-yourself-with-hims, @kozuszek, @omgmcdannoshipper, @mymcdanno, @bookemfangirl, @surewouldbeinteresting, @murphyhatesme, @ladysnowstorm, @udkl, @mcdannoangelwolf

#mcdanno #danny williams #steve mcgarrett #h50 #my writing

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chinxino5-blog · 7 years ago

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sick

deliohmtoonz fic - [ fluff request ] warnings: cursing, flirty neck kissing, poly bois 3011 words

@mellowdreemurr request! prompt: “sick delirious, ohm and toonz make him feel better on a rainy day (movie night)”

His phone rang from his bedroom as he stepped out of the bathroom, skin hot with a towel around his waist. He read the contact name with a fond smile on his lips and answered it. “Hey babe, what’s up?”

“Luke, I don’t thi-.” His boyfriend’s voice was rough and husky and the sneeze that cut his sentence short sounded unpleasantly painful.

He frowned at the carpet. “Jon? Are you alright?” The concern was evident in his voice and it only grew as the man on the line started coughing violently. He waited patiently as his lover got his lungs working again, sounding sickly with every breath. “Did you catch something?”

Jonathan grunted, clearing his throat. “Must’ve,” he forced out, voice cracking. “Can’t do dinner t’night, go with Ry.”

The older man rolled his eyes, although it went unseen. “No. We’ve been planning this dinner together for two damn weeks. We’ll just come to yours and Ry can cook his five-star lasagne and we can cuddle and watch Netflix, alright?”

“No-.” His next words were replaced by a wheezing cough. Luke waited, pinning the phone between his shoulder and his ear, and pulled on baggy pants and a loose shirt. He ignored the sharp outfit he’d laid out on the bed prior to getting in the shower. “You can’t waste the reservation! You love that restaurant. I’m gonna go sleep soon anyway.”

Luke glanced up as his bedroom door opened, Ryan walking in with a curious look on his face. He looked between the new shirt and jeans on the bed, and the casually-dressed man before him. Luke took a moment to admire the way Ryan’s jeans fit his legs and hips so perfectly. It was a shame he wouldn’t be wearing them out but Luke knew he’d see him in them another time.

“Go get changed, babe. Delly’s come up sick so we’ll go have dinner there, is that okay?” Ryan’s confusion melted to worry and concern. He hurried over to his boyfriend and took the phone from him.

“Hey baby, you alright? We’ll be over in twenty- stay put and get warm,” he gushed, always the mother-hen of their relationship. He pushed the phone back to Luke’s chest without waiting, placing a light kiss on his cheek as both ignored the whingeing that croaked from the device. “I’ll go get changed.”

With that, the brunette rushed from the room, barely giving the tallest time to admire his ass before he was gone. He lifted the phone back to his ear. “Delirious, shut the fuck up.”

“C’mon, I have Buddy to keep me company,” he whined.

“Jonathan.”

He huffed a sigh. “Yes, Luke?”

“We planned this dinner to be together, not just to go to a fancy restaurant.” He threw his towel into the bathroom, slipping on comfortable shoes and hurrying out the front. Ryan appeared beside him, donning comfortable clothes and a happy but concerned smile. “The reservation can be postponed. We can go another time. Tonight we just want to have dinner together, like we haven’t been able to do for ages, okay?”

Silence greeted him, the other man obviously fighting between being stubborn and being grateful. Luke smiled at Ryan in victory as they hurried through the light rain and hopped into the car. The brunette leaned close to Luke, speaking to the phone: “We’ll be there in three minutes, baby, boil the kettle and stay warm!”

A grunt of disapproval accompanied the sigh of defeat their boyfriend let out. “Drive safe,” was all he said before hanging up and allowing Luke to put his phone in his back pocket.

The drive was short, though not complete without Luke’s usual complaint of why on Earth he didn’t live with both boyfriends. Having to drive those few minutes through four sets of traffic lights and two main roads was always too far to venture in order to see one third of their relationship. Ryan just laughed, a promise of “Soon, Toonzy,” leaving his lips like every other time.

Ryan almost tripped three times while rushing to the elevator and along the corridor to reach Jonathan’s apartment. He held a bag to his chest and knocked on the door with his knee, too impatient to wait for Luke to catch up and knock for him. The second he heard the weak voice call out, “It’s open,” he pushed through the door and vanished into the apartment.

By the time Luke had followed him in and locked the door, Ryan had the stove on and ingredients cooking. “Don’t make a mess of my damn kitchen!” He couldn’t help but smile at the husky, broken voice of their boyfriend. The younger man appeared, shuffling into the kitchen with an oversized blanket covering him completely and pooling around his feet. He tripped over it every few steps, thin fingers clutching the ends of it to hold it tightly around him.

“You look like shit.” Luke couldn’t help but be brutally honest as he draped an arm around his sickly-looking lover. Jon sniffed, eyes red and watery above his pout.

“Fuck you,” he spat pitifully, stubbornly snuggling into him. Luke nearly fell as the shorter man allowed all of his weight to depend on him, thankful for his strength to hold the both of them upright. By Jon’s smirk, he knew what he did and didn’t feel sorry in the slightest.

Ryan glanced over his shoulder, pouring hot water into three cups holding teabags. His soft green eyes widened. “Holy shit, you look like you’re dying,” he exclaimed. Luke snickered at the insulted look Jon adopted.

“Wow, good to see you two fuckers. I’ve missed your ugly mugs too. Get out of my house, you assholes,” he muttered, wriggling out of his boyfriend’s hold to shuffle across the floor. Any time he caught either man’s eye, he glared and stuck his bottom lip out like a five year old.

Handing the spoon to Luke, Ryan curled his arms around the youngest of their trio and let his head rest on his shoulder. “You know that’s not what we mean,” he said, pressing a kiss to Jon’s jawline. “We love you, whether you’re sick or not. Right Luke?” he waited, Jonathan studying his emerald eyes with a distrustful frown. After a few long seconds of silence, Ryan turned to glare at Luke who was pretending to scroll through his phone. “Right, Luke?” he repeated.

“Sure.”

Jonathan grunted. “Bitch.” He reluctantly allowed himself to be embraced by his more lovable boyfriend, glaring over his shoulder at the oldest who just snickered in amusement. “Ohmie, can we dump him? I don’t want him anymore, he’s mean.” Luke’s eyes twinkled with a cheeky sort of fondness and Jonathan raised the bird out of his blanket-cloak when the bearded man blew several over-dramatic kisses in his direction.

“Maybe tomorrow, love. Lemme finish up cooking and we can go watch Game of Thrones until it’s ready to eat, okay? Then we can watch any movies of your choice. Sound good?” he untangled himself from the brunette, tapping his cheeks lightly to make sure he’d been listening. At Jon’s stubborn nod, he slipped out of his grip and returned to the stove.

The sick man eyed his boyfriend from across the kitchen. The suspicious glare probably wasn’t as subtle as Jonathan would have liked but it was clear he didn’t care much as Luke shot him a teasing wink. When blue eyes were cast to the ceiling, an uncaring look on his face, Luke took a few steps towards him. Those blue eyes snapped to his smirk and he stumbled back over his blanket.

“Stay back,” he said, sniffing. His ferocious glare did nothing to scare the older man away and he sent a helpless look to Ryan who just watched with a twinkle in his eye.

“If you kiss him, I’m not kissing you,” Ryan reminded Luke, and Jon’s look of desperation turned to harsh insult.

“Excuse me!?” he gasped.

Ryan shrugged. “You’re sick and we’re sharing enough germs as it is.” He put the wide dish into the oven. “I don’t want to play pass the parcel with your disease.”

“What, so you two can kiss each other but not me!?” Even though it made complete sense to him that he shouldn’t kiss either of them, he still sniffled and whinged like a child. His illness made him feel tired and a tired Delirious loved affection. What was the point if he couldn’t get even that?

Luke still grinned, hands in his pockets as he sauntered towards his youngest boyfriend. Jon shuffled back. “No, go away,” he swatted at the man with his hands, catching the DIY coat before it fell off him and pulling it tight.

For each step Luke took forwards, he took one back, yet his foolproof plan was foiled as he hit a wall. Luke closed in on him, curling his arms around his shorter boyfriend and ducking down to lift him up.

“Luke!” he shrieked, voice breaking as he was thrown up over the man’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Put me down, you bitch! Fuck you!”

Ryan shook his head as the man was carried out of the room, squealing and kicking as Luke jostled him around, hand conveniently holding his ass. He set the timer on the oven, putting dishes in the sink and getting out a pack of Maltesers. Placing the three cups of tea on a plastic tray, he carefully carried it into the next room.

The living room had no lights on but the TV, the couch holding Luke who had a grumpy Jonathan sitting between his legs, his strong arms curled around the sick man’s waist and his head rested on his shoulder. Jon was obviously trying to stay stubborn and stoic as Luke laid affectionate kisses along his shoulder and the side of his neck. It was clear to Ryan that his blue eyes were melting and that he was anything but unhappy with the situation. Luke knew it too.

“Game of Thrones?” Luke suggested, reaching for the remote at Jon’s nod. Ryan placed a few pillows at Jon’s feet, taking a seat on the floor between his legs instead and wrapping his own blanket around himself. They all fell silent as Luke navigated through the TV and Jon buried his fingertips in Ryan’s hair. Green eyes fell shut and the three of them listened to the rain outside. It had carried through the entire day with light showers, but as the night settled it grew heavy, thundering down around and above them.

Jon melted against Luke’s chest, his fingers rubbing slow circles in Ryan’s scalp. Their silliness and teasing faded away to a comfortable silence of content and for the first time in a while all three were together for the night, peaceful, happy and in love. The TV show started up on the episode following the last one they’d all watched together and Luke couldn’t stop the fond smile on his face as Jon and Ryan devoted their entire attention to the screen. The two of them followed the action closely, jumping at certain parts and leaning forward in anticipation in others. He kept his laughter silent and tapped Ryan’s shoulder gently until the other knowingly raised a hand and allowed their fingers to link loosely against the edge of the couch cushion.

When the timer of the oven rang, they paused the episode and Luke had to physically drag Jon from the couch to the dining table. They all sat and ate, telling each other what they’d been doing, what they’d missed out on. The occasional joke or prod of teasing was passed across the table with the water jug and the plate of garlic bread, and Jon thanked his sickness silently for pulling both his boyfriends to his home instead of the restaurant.

As nice as the place was, their experiences going out in public together weren’t always the best. As much as Luke assured him that there wouldn’t be a problem and as much as he knew the likeliness of there being an issue was small, he didn’t like to risk it.

Out in public it was hard to be affectionate and it was obvious all three spent more time on edge than they did laughing. People often glared in their direction or even shouted their disgust at them. It was weird enough to be publicly queer, but to be romantic with two other men? It was just not right to most people.

But here in his home with blankets and homemade food, they could be happy and comfortable. He smiled into his plate as the two men across and beside him burst out into laughter at the recounted story he told of running into the old lady downstairs in just his briefs. Their faces were glowing with happiness and he knew there was no one else he’d rather be with, no matter what other assholes thought of them.

After dinner Ryan fetched some medication for the brunette who (obviously) claimed he didn’t need anything and that his body was an impenetrable tank of power and fury that could pummel any puny disease that tried to infiltrate it. Of course, this claim went down the drain as he sneezed violently three times in a row through the word ‘fury’, and when he tried to continue the sentence, his throat closed up and forced him into a coughing fit when he tried to gasp in air.

Ryan pushed the tablets against his pursed lips. “Stop being a baby,” he scolded, poking him in the chest and stomach in weak attempts to make him open his mouth.

The man grunted, trying to speak without parting his lips. His humming sounded something like either, “You can’t make me!” or “I’m not a baby!”, Ryan couldn’t tell. He just gave Luke a look until the bearded man pulled his stubborn lover back against him. He buried his face in the crook of his neck and placed kisses along the bones of his shoulder and collar, knowing full well that it was the quickest way to get him weak in the knees. Jon grunted again, attempting to shove him away, and pressed his lips together tighter in defiance.

Luke grinned, holding him still and sliding his tongue along the pale skin, rising goosebumps in its trail. Jon quivered and melted against him. He hummed, unable to verbally tell his partner to fuck off like he’d wanted to. His body betrayed him as he stretched his neck up to allow his lover more access to the milky skin.

Ryan just rolled his eyes, his show-off of a boyfriend taking his damn time.

Luke grinned against the side of his throat and bit down gently on the sensitive skin. Jon gasped, a broken whimper dropping from his tongue. The moment his lips parted, Ryan pushed his thumb and index finger into the hollows of his cheeks, forcing his mouth open and pushing the tablets past his teeth. Jon made a sound of alarm from the back of his throat, but Luke clamped a hand over his mouth before he could spit the medicine back out.

“Swallow it.” As an afterthought, he smirked and added: “You’re good at that.” The comment earned an elbow to his ribs. Jonathan swallowed the pills and shoved his boyfriends away grumpily.

He turned to Luke and slapped a hand against his chest. “Traitor bitch,” he snapped, and Luke laughed.

“I’m not a traitor: I was never on your side,” he corrected and earned another harder slap to the chest. He grinned, unbothered completely and enveloped Ryan in a tight hug. Just to tease their ill lover, he tilted Ryan’s head up and pressed their lips together. Ryan rolled his eyes, letting them close for a second as Luke nipped at his bottom lip. When he pulled back, Jonathan was shuffling out of the room with his blanket over his head.

“I’m leaving this relationship,” he announced dramatically and they followed him with grins on their faces. “I want new boyfriends! Boyfriends who don’t tease me and don’t fuck wit’ me.” His nasally voice made his already silly words even more ridiculous and he grumbled as the two men sat either side of him. Despite his glare, he shifted so two sets of arms could curl around him and he didn’t complain as they squished him between them. “Fuck you guys,” he forced out.

Ryan kissed his cheek lovingly. “You don’t want new boyfriends,” he cooed, resting his fingers at the nape of his neck. They slowly rubbed circles into the muscles either side of his spine and he swallowed the urge to hum with pleasure. He was grumpy.

“You know we love you,” Luke added, one hand resting on the man’s thigh as he murmured his words against Jon’s pierced ear.

He struggled to shake off his anticipation and shouldered both men away from him. He tugged the blanket around him tighter and reached for the remote. “Y’all are fuckin’ with me and I know it. I ain’t stupid, you dicks.” He hid half his face in his knees and the layers of blanket, peering out at the TV and trying to ignore the chuckling either side of him.

“You love us,” Ryan assured him, resting his head on the blanket-covered shoulder. Luke huffed a laugh and pulled Jon against his side, an arm secure around his waist.

The younger man ‘hmph’ed but stayed silent. He didn’t deny the claim and he didn’t need to agree with it either. Instead, he started Pocahontas and leant back into the couch and the hold of one boyfriend, the other playing with the rings on his fingers with a head on his shoulder.

His pout melted to a soft smile in seconds and the warmth that spread to his fingertips and toes was just a reminder of the love both men possessed for him and the love he returned with no hesitation in the slightest.

mel’s ask

note: so much cuteness and fluffiness, i loved writing this one- thank you so much for the request melly, i really hope you like it! time between getting requests done will probably vary heaps, and i’m probs gonna take a few months to do them all, honestly.

thank you guys for your patience!

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