#We Will Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

[xoxojisu]

NOTHING LIKE DOING NOTHING ..WITH YOU! ♡

synopsis: living 'nothing' by bruno major with katsuki bakugo

notes: this song is so peak 2020 covid holy time capsule. this is so not proofread but im so tired i cant

“dumb conversation, we lose track of time”

"if two mind readers read each other's minds, whose mind would they be reading?"

katsuki looks down at you on his chest judgmentally. "..hah?"

"like, what do you think would happen? would they just hear their own thoughts because that other person is reading their thoughts?"

katsuki scoffs. you think he's going to tell you to shut up and go to sleep.

"but their own thoughts wouldn't actually be their own thoughts because they're reading that other person's mind, so they'd hear the other person's thoughts, yeah?" he grumbles, to your surprise.

"..but then isn't it the same thing? they'd hear their own thoughts because the other person's thoughts are their own."

"no, wouldn't they..? oh, wait. ..fuck, i dunno. i'm not a damn mind reader."

"maybe both of their heads would explode! or maybe they'd both faint! or maybe they'd hear everything all at once!"

katsuki rolls his eyes affectionately at your rambling and smooths a hand over your hair. "said i dunno. shut up and go to sleep, dumbass."

"'kay, goodnight."

"night."

"..."

"..."

"maybe they'd hear an audio feedback! like when you're calling someone but their phone is right there so it makes that big sound that sounds like 'BEEEE-'"

"I SAID SHUT UP AND GO TO SLEEP."

-

“have i told you lately i’m grateful you’re mine?”

he says it in the quiet, when the tv’s humming low and you’re half-asleep.

he's not even looking at you, just playing with your fingers in his lap, like it slipped out without permission.

your breath catches. you squeeze his hand.

“no,” you whisper. “say it again?”

he glances at you, cheeks a little pink.

"said 'm grateful you're mine, dumbass." he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your hair to hide his flush. "feel like i don't say it enough."

because he is. he's so, so grateful that you're in his life. he's all explosions and anger and you're soft touches and sweet kisses. you see him, really see him, like no one else does. you're the yin to his yang, light to his dark, and the reason he likes living.

sometimes, katsuki feels guilty. guilty that he stuck such a good person with a guy like him. worries you'd be better off with someone else.

but when you whisper, "'m grateful you're mine, too," into his chest and snuggle into him and breathe him in like he's your life force, he thinks he might be ok.

-

“we'll watch the notebook for the seventeenth time”

“again?” he groans, even as he presses play.

“yes again,” you grin.

you’ve seen it so many times that you know exactly when he’s about to scoff.

he always hates on allie, saying she's "so fuckin' annoying. stop fuckin' squealin!'" he respects noah's drive, but never fails to hate on his letter-writing. always says it’s too much for a two-second romance.

but for all his hating, he never says no.

-

“i'll say 'it's stupid,' then you'll catch me crying”

you always feel him burying his face into your hair during the rain scene.

says it's "just a coincidence" whenever you call him out, but you know it's because he's a closet crybaby and actually thinks its all so romantic and sweet and meaningful. but god forbid anyone finds out that the bakugo katsuki is capable of feeling any emotion other than hot, fiery rage, so he hides crying in you.

it makes your heart swell, because it sort of feels like he's trusting his more vulnerable emotions with you. he trusts you. he loves you.

so you both sit there and cry together, watching a movie you both know the exact ending of curled up with your legs and hearts intertwined.

-

“we're not making out on a boat in the rain”

just on a secondhand couch in your tiny dorm room, blanket slipping to the floor, popcorn bowl between you.

he's soft and sweet and gentle, the complete opposite of what you'd expect. he holds you and kisses you in a way that makes your stomach flutter and your heart squeeze. it's less like he's trying to devour you, and more like he's trying to savor you. like you're precious, and he values you more than anything else in the world.

(he does. and he doesnt like the rain, anyways.)

-

“or in a house i painted blue”

you're both still stupid high schoolers living in dorm rooms, but katsuki knows he wants to marry you.

he wants to give you the whole damn world, or at the very least, whatever life you want to live. he scoffs and denies it when people call him whipped, but he knows damn well deep down that he would build that stupid blue house for you if you so much as said "please."

and katsuki is so much more of a secret romantic than people think. he doesn't just want you in a short-term or lustful sense. he wants you. all of you. the whole you. he wants to build a life with you, have a family with you, buy a house with you. so, as much as katsuki enjoys being two stupid teenagers in love, sneaking into each other's dorm rooms and cuddling on twin-sized beds, katsuki also wants to grow old together in a house of your own.

-

“but there's nothing like doing nothing with you.”

katsuki thinks his favorite times with you are in the slow moments.

he likes thrill and adrenaline, sure. he likes seeing you all dolled up and pretty for a fancy date, yes. he likes watching your reactions when he does romantic grand gestures, of course.

even still, in his mind, there's nothing more perfect than this.

you're in his hoodie and on his lap, face buried into his chest. the movie is buzzing in the background, but you both have long since abandoned it. his hand is slipped under your hoodie, rubbing slow, soothing circles the way he knows you like at your bare skin. your hearts and stomachs are full with the dinner you both cooked together, and you'll probably fall asleep soon. katsuki can tell by the way your muscles feel relaxed and boneless.

you're not doing anything fancy. no passionate makeout, no makeup, no rapidly beating hearts.

it doesn't matter. this is his favorite thing. because truly, there's nothing like doing nothing with you.

masterlist rbs + comments appreciated!

[art-by-jas]

Let Me Show You

Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x Reader Chpt.1 (AO3) Tags: Slow Burn, Feelings Realization, Hospital Gala, Flirting, First Kiss, Suggestive Themes, Age Difference, Age Gap, Mentions of Jack/Samira Word Count: 4k Summary: Your mood is sour when your 'situationship' ghosts you, but during the hospital gala, Robby checks in on you. As the night continues, things are confessed, and lines are crossed. A/N: Excuse the poorly photoshopped Noah; I had little time, and I couldn't find any pics of him in a suit that I liked. This is gonna be a multi-chaptered fic so get ready!

You step out onto the balcony and take a moment to breathe deeply, letting the cool, crisp night air embrace your face. It flows through you, washing away the day’s weight as a sigh of relief escapes your lips. You take a seat on the balcony patio chair, looking out at the night sky. Just when you’re lost in the stars, the familiar sound of the sliding door opening behind you breaks the tranquil spell.

Robby walks out onto the balcony and sees you sitting there, gazing at the night sky. He stands next to you and asks in a soft, concerned tone, "Are you okay?"

You look over at Robby, his well-fitted suit hugging his body perfectly and emphasizing his broad shoulders. You realize you've been staring at him for a little too long and quickly recover, clearing your throat before replying, "Yes, I'm fine. Just needed some fresh air."

Robby looks at you, still seeming concerned. He simply nods and asks, "Mind if I join you?"

You look at Robby, feeling a sense of comfort in his presence. "No, not at all," you reply, gesturing for him to take a seat next to you.

Robby sits down next to you, close enough that you can feel the warmth of his body just a few inches away from yours. He turns to face you, his gaze fixed on your face as if studying you, trying to read your thoughts.

There's a moment of silence between you, but it doesn't feel awkward. Robby breaks the silence, his voice soft yet firm. "You know, you can talk to me if something's bothering you. I'm a good listener."

You look at Robby and ask, "Aren't you supposed to be Gloria's show pony schmoozing around the gala?"

Robby chuckles at your comment, amused by your bluntness. "Yeah, I guess I am," he replies with a smirk. "But I needed a break from all the small talk and fake smiles." He pauses for a moment before continuing, his expression turning more serious. "Besides, I couldn't just leave you out here by yourself. You looked like you could use some company."

You feel a warmth spread through you at his words, touched by his thoughtfulness. "Thanks," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I appreciate that."

Robby smiles at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly. He leans back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest, his gaze shifting back towards the night sky.

Robby turns to you again, his expression softening. "But seriously, are you alright?" he says, his voice filled with genuine concern. "If something is bothering you, you can talk to me. I'm not going anywhere."

You take a deep breath, trying to gather your scattered thoughts as your heart races uncomfortably in your chest. "It's...it's about a guy," you finally blurt out, your cheeks burning hot with embarrassment, eyes fixed firmly on your fidgeting hands.

Robby listens intently, his eyes never leaving your face. He can sense the turmoil inside you, the way your body tenses as you struggle to get the words out. "A guy, huh?" he says, his voice gentle. "What about him?"

"A guy I really like—have liked for months now. He finally noticed me, and we texted all night while he was at work. The… Uh, the texts got spicy, and it was fun. Then it’s as if nothing happened the next day, and it's been eating me up inside."

Robby's expression darkens at your words, his protective instincts kicking in. His jaw tightens. "He made you feel that way and then just acted like it never happened?" he asks. "That's not right. You deserve better than that."

"It just…. It feels like he's playing games," you admit, your voice cracking slightly as a wave of pain washes over you. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you continue, "One moment he's all over me—texting constantly—and then the next, he vanishes completely, acts like I don't exist for days." You wrap your arms around yourself. "It hurts. And it's messing with my head. I keep asking myself what I did wrong, if I even meant anything at all."

Robby's expression darkened instantly, eyes narrowing dangerously at the thought of the guy toying with you like this.

"You're brilliant, fun to be around, and one of the most caring souls I've ever known. You shouldn't waste another moment settling for someone who treats you like an afterthought when you should be their entire world." Your heart gives a small flutter at his words.

For a moment, you see a flicker of something in his gaze that you can't quite place. It makes you feel strangely safe.

"You...you think so?" you ask, a hint of hope creeping into your fragile voice.

Robby slowly reaches over and places his hand over yours, his touch warm and soothing. He gives your hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze, his gaze still locked on your face. "I know so," Robby replies.

You give Robby a small, grateful smile, appreciating his confidence in you. The touch of his hand on yours sends a jolt through your body, causing tingles to race up your arm and down your spine. His gaze is unwavering, locked on yours as if he's searching for something deep within you.

The moment is broken as Jack suddenly slides open the balcony door, barging in. "Hey, man, I need you back on the floor," he says to Robby. "The donors are asking about you."

Robby looks at you with an apologetic expression and reluctantly stands up to go back inside. As you get up to follow him, Jack lingers and turns to you, asking with genuine concern, "Hey, kid, are you okay?"

You pause on your way inside, touched by Jack's concern. "Yeah, I'll be fine," you reassure him, trying to sound more confident than you feel. "I just needed some air."

Jack gives you a gentle smile and nods in response. "Well, if you need anything, I'm always here," he says earnestly. "Now come on, let's get back in there."

You nod and follow Jack back inside, the cold night air replaced by the warmth and noise of the gala. As you enter the room, the scent of expensive perfume and alcohol greets you once more, mingling with the sounds of music and laughter. You scan the room and find Robby engaged in conversation with a group of well-dressed donors, his charming demeanor back in full force. You can't help but feel a pang of longing as you watch him from afar.

As you are lost in thought, Mohan and Santos saunter up to you, their eyes twinkling with mischief. "Hey there, love," Mohan says, a sly grin playing at the corner of her lips.

Santos chimes in, twirling a strand of her hair playfully. "We couldn't help but notice you looking a bit... distracted," she adds, shooting a knowing smirk at you. "You were out there with Robby for quite a while," Santos adds. "What were you two up to, all alone on the balcony in the dark?"

You quickly snap out of your daze and compose yourself. "It was nothing really," you say, feigning indifference. "I just needed some air. Robby came to check on me, that's all."

Mohan understands what you're going through with your situation and says, "We know how it feels," with a sigh. "It's tough when someone plays games with your heart like that."

You genuinely thank the girls for their understanding and give them both a warm hug. Then, with a smirk, you turn to Mohan and tease, "So, speaking of relationships, what's going on between you and Jack?"

Trinity replies, nudging Samira jokingly. "Yeah, Samira, spill the beans. What's going on with you and Dr. Abbot?"

Samira blushes furiously and playfully swats at Trinity. "Nothing is going on, I swear," she insists, though her tone betrays a hint of excitement. "Jack's just a great friend and an even better teacher."

Trinity rolls her eyes, her laughter filling the air. "Oh, I bet he teaches you some things, all right,” she teases, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

You can't help but burst into laughter at Trinity's comment, the tension from earlier dissipating. "You guys are impossible," you manage to say between giggles.

The girls join in your laughter, continuing to tease and joke around. It's moments like this that make you grateful for their friendship, their easy banter, and unwavering support helping to distract you from your heartache.

The night continues, filled with a whirlwind of activity. You pose for pictures, answer countless questions from curious donors, and chat with various well-dressed guests. Throughout it all, Robby seems to appear by your side every so often, a steady presence that both comforts and confuses you. You find yourself at the bar, watching as the gala slowly starts to wind down. 

"Fancy meeting you here," a voice comes from behind you.

You spin around on the barstool and come face-to-face with Robby, his smirk in full force.

"Well, well, look who it is," you reply, feigning surprise. "What brings you here?"

Robby takes a seat beside you, signaling the bartender for a drink. "Just thought I should check in on my favorite resident," he says with a wink, his gaze lingering on yours.

You raise an eyebrow at Robby's words and playfully remind him, "Didn't you tell Langdon earlier that you don't have a favorite anything?"

Robby smiles, caught off guard by your quick recall of his earlier conversation. "Touché," he says, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "But let's just say you're a special exception."

Robby notices the lingering sadness in your eyes, and his expression softens. He leans in closer and asks softly, "That guy still on your mind?"

You're taken aback by his question, not expecting him to bring up the subject so bluntly. You hesitate for a moment, your heart skipping a beat at the sudden shift in conversation.

"Yeah," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "Is it that obvious?"

"Some people are just selfish," he finally says. "They thrive on the attention and the thrill of the chase, but the moment something real and meaningful appears, they crumble—utterly incapable of handling anything more than their own desires."

Robby gazes deeply into your eyes, his dark pupils dilating with an intensity that makes your breath catch in your throat. "You don't need a boy who makes you cry," he says firmly, his jaw clenching slightly as undeniable jealousy threaded through his voice, making his words sharper than intended. "You need someone who will make your heart race, who will make you feel good inside and out, who won't leave you hanging afterward."

You try to hide the effect his words were having on you, but the heat in your cheeks gives you away. You look down, feeling a mix of surprise and excitement. "And...and where am I supposed to find someone like that?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

He raises an eyebrow and gives you a cocky half-smile. "Maybe you don't have to look too far," he teases, his eyes flickering with desire.

Your eyes widen at his words, the heat in your cheeks spreading down to your neck. That smile, the way he looked at you...it was too much.

You try to play it cool, to match his teasing tone. "Oh, really? You got someone in mind?" you ask, your voice slightly shaky.

"Well," he starts, his eyes slowly moving from your eyes to your lips and back again, his voice rough and deep, making you shiver a little. "There's this guy I know. He's smart, funny, and super charming..."

As he continues, you can feel your heart racing in your chest, butterflies dancing in your stomach. You knew he was trying to tease you, but there was something behind his words, something that had you feeling both flustered and excited.

"Sounds like quite the catch," you manage to say, your voice quivering as you try to maintain your composure.

He leans closer to you, his face just inches from yours. His breath is warm on your skin, sending tingles down your spine. He drops his voice to a whisper, the rough edge making him sound almost dangerous.

"I'd say he's definitely a catch," he says, his gaze moving back to your lips. "He'd treat you like a queen."

You swallow hard, your mind racing with thoughts and desires. Robby's proximity is intoxicating, the way he looks at you making your head spin.

You find yourself leaning closer to him, drawn magnetically to his presence, his gaze. It feels like there's an electric current running between you, and you can hardly breathe.

"Is that so?" you manage to say, forcing the words out through the haze of desire clouding your senses.

His smirk widens as he notices your reaction, clearly enjoying the effect he's having on you. "Oh, definitely," he murmurs, his eyes roaming over your face. "He'd spoil you rotten."

You're both aware of the invisible line you're dancing on, the one neither of you has crossed...yet. The tension is thick, palpable. You can feel the heat radiating off him, the warmth of his body so close to yours. It's almost unbearable.

Robby leans even closer, his mouth now hovering just above yours. His gaze is so intense that it's almost hard to breathe.

He whispers, "Can I kiss you?"

Your heart is pounding in your chest at an impossible rate, the thrill of the moment consuming you. Your breath hitches as he asks the question. Without thinking, you find yourself nodding, your gaze locked on his.

He leans even closer, the last bit of space between you evaporating as his face inches closer to yours. You feel his stubble graze your chin. His hand comes up to cup your chin as his lips hover just millimeters away from yours. You're both afraid and excited, knowing that once he makes contact, there's no going back.

Finally, his lips meet yours, and it's like a match igniting a flame. The kiss is electric, sending sparks through your entire body. Your fingers instinctively find their way into his hair, grabbing onto him like he's a lifeline. He deepens the kiss, his hand moving to the back of your neck to pull you closer. Your thoughts fade away, replaced by pure sensation, pure desire. You surrender yourself to the moment, to the kiss.

After what feels like an eternity, you both break the kiss, breathless and panting. Your heart is still racing. When you open your eyes, you see Robby's face, still so close to yours, his face fully flushed; it’s endearing and adorable.

Robby is the first to break the silence, his voice deep and slightly breathless. "Wow," he whispers, his gaze still fixed on your face. "That was..." he trails off, his eyes flickering down to your lips. 

"Intense," you finish for him, your own voice hoarse. You both share a moment of silence, still trying to regain your composure after the intense kiss.

Robby takes a deep breath, his hand still lingering on your neck, the touch sending little jolts down your spine. His gaze is still intense, his eyes searching yours. "I've been wanting to do that for so long," he admits, his voice so low you almost missed it.

"Really?" you ask softly, an almost involuntary hint of skepticism coloring your voice. Your heart pounds in your chest, the heat of his body against yours overwhelming your senses.

Robby pulls back slightly, his eyes narrowing as he searches your face. He can tell you're doubting his words. A small frown tugs at the corner of his mouth, but instead of irritation, there's a hint of something else in his gaze. A challenge. He presses closer, his body flush against yours, his hands gripping your hips with a possessive grip, fingers digging into your flesh possessively. 

"You don't believe me?" He whispers, his voice low and gravelly.

You're momentarily stunned by the intensity of his gaze. You realize you've made him mad, but there's something about it that makes your heart race even faster.

"I...I don't know..." You hesitate, your voice betraying the mixture of desire and fear that courses through you.

"I'm going to make you believe me," he promises, his voice huskier than ever. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll have no doubt left in that pretty little mind of yours just how much I've been dying to get my hands on you."

You're rendered speechless for a moment, a thousand different emotions warring within you. His words, so confident, so possessive, send a shiver down your spine. You want to believe him, but there's still a tiny part of you that doubts. You look into his eyes, searching for any hint of insincerity, but all you find is raw desire.

"I...I don't know what to say," you finally manage to stammer, your voice hardly above a whisper.

Robby's gaze darkens, and a sly smirk plays at the corners of his mouth. He can see the conflicting emotions etched across your face, and it only fuels his desire. He leans in, his mouth hovering just inches from your ear.

Robby's mouth is so close to your ear that you can feel his warm breath against your skin. His voice is deep and seductive as he speaks.

"You don't have to say anything," he murmurs, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your body. "I'm going to be a gentleman here and tell you to go home right now and not come back to my apartment with me."

You feel a pang of disappointment at his words, but he's not finished.

Robby's grip on your hips tightens slightly, and his body presses even closer to yours. His voice is low and rough with suppressed desire as he continues, "No matter how much I would love to see you squirm underneath me tonight," he whispers, his words sending a jolt of excitement through you. "I plan to take you out on a proper date. Do this the right way."

You find yourself breathless for a moment, the intensity of his words taking you off guard. There's a part of you that wants to protest, to tell him you don't care about going on a proper date, that you just want him now, but the look in his eyes silences any protests you were about to make. He's serious, and a small part of you is touched by his determination to do things the "right way."

Robby pulls back just enough so he can see your face fully. He steps off his stool, his eyes roam over your features, searching for any hint of doubt or hesitation. His grip on your hips relaxes a little, but he doesn't let go.

"Are you okay with that?" He asks, his voice gentler, his gaze a bit more vulnerable. "With me taking you out on a date?"

You can hear the slight uncertainty in his voice, and it takes you by surprise. This whole time, he had been so confident, so possessive, almost commanding. Seeing this hint of vulnerability is endearing, and it makes you realize just how much this means to him.

"Yes," you find yourself saying, your voice just above a whisper. "I'm okay with that."

"Good," he breathes, his voice barely steady. "Because I really want to do this right with you." Robby takes a moment to compose himself, his hand slowly sliding down from your hip to your hand. He looks into your eyes, the desire still there, but tempered with a hint of affection. 

"Are you free this Tuesday or Wednesday?" he asks softly, his thumb tracing circles on the back of your hand.

"Uh, I think I can do Tuesday," you manage to say, the words coming out a bit breathy.

Robby's smile widens at your answer, and he gives your hand a gentle squeeze. "Perfect," he says, his voice filled with satisfaction. "I'll pick you up at 7 then."

"7 it is," you agree, a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling inside you.

Robby holds your gaze for a few more moments before reluctantly loosening his grip on your hand. "Alright then," he says, his voice tinged with reluctance. “I should probably say goodnight.”

You smile up at him, a playful glint in your eye. "Yeah, you probably should," you reply, a small part of you secretly hoping he won't actually leave.

Robby chuckles at your response, clearly sensing your conflicted emotions. He raises an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth tugging up into a smirk. "You're trying to make this hard for me on purpose, aren't you?" he teases.

You look up at Robby, trying to maintain a sense of composure, but a part of you wants to throw caution to the wind. So you ask, "Can I at least have a goodbye kiss before you go?"

Robby's smirk softens into a genuine smile, his dark eyes sparkling with desire. "Of course," he whispers, his hand coming up to cup your chin. He brushes his thumb gently over your bottom lip, the touch sending a jolt of electricity through you.

Slowly, he leans in, his mouth hovering just a few inches from yours. "But I warn you," he murmurs, "this might not be a simple 'goodbye' kiss."

With that, Robby closes the gap between you, his lips capturing yours in a hungry, searing kiss. He pulls you flush against him, one hand sliding down to rest possessively on your hip, the other threading through your hair, tilting your head back to deepen the kiss. Robby's tongue brushes against your bottom lip, seeking entry. Without hesitation, you part your lips, allowing his tongue to slide against yours. The kiss becomes more intense, more passionate. He dominates the kiss, his grip on your hip growing tighter as he pulls you impossibly close.

After what feels like an eternity, Robby finally breaks the kiss, pulling back just enough so he can look down at you. His breathing is ragged, and his gaze is still full of desire, but there's now a tender expression in his eyes.

A smile stretches across his lips as he takes in the sight of you, your face flushed and your lips swollen from the intensity of the kiss.

"I really should go now," he whispers, his voice a low, ragged husk. He gently brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his touch almost reverent, as if he's committing every detail of you to memory.

"I'll see you Tuesday," he says, giving your hip one more squeeze before reluctantly stepping back, his eyes locked on yours, as if he's fighting every instinct to pull you back into his arms.

"Goodnight," you whisper, your voice a little shaky. 

Robby gives you one last, lingering look, his gaze filled with a mix of desire and restraint. "Goodnight," he replies softly, his voice gruff. He takes a step back, still looking at you, as if he's warring with himself to turn and leave. But after a moment, he finally forces himself to turn away, taking a deep, steadying breath as he heads for the exit.

You find yourself sitting there for a moment, in a daze, trying to process what just happened. The feeling of Robby's body against yours still lingers, and the taste of his kiss still lingers on your lip. Finally, you manage to gather your thoughts and your things and head back to your apartment. As you walk back, the cool night air helps clear your head, but it does nothing to dampen the fluttering of your heart. When you arrive home, you set up a bath, ready to relax and scream to your friend over the phone about what happened.

You spend hours on the phone with your friend, talking about every single detail of the night. You both marvel at the events of the night, trying to dissect every little look he gave you. You can still feel the excitement coursing through your veins as you recall everything, and your heart flutters again as you remember the way his lips felt against yours.

Finally, you bid your friend goodnight and get ready for bed to rest up for work tomorrow.

MASTERLIST

[mikowirtesstories]

Frosted Glass & Firelight

Megumi x Reader - Part 2 of "No More Interruptions"

a/n: Girrrrll- I'm down bad. Welp- Here we go Part 2 of "No More Interruptions"

Contains: soft morning after, reader getting pounded, cold glass on nipples, him calling reader perfect, possessive Megumi - god I’m melting

You woke to the soft creak of the cabin shifting under early morning light and the gentle pressure of fingers dragging slowly across your hip.

You were still naked under the blanket, limbs tangled with Megumi’s, the air around you tinged with the scent of last night—sex, sweat, firewood, and pine.

His mouth found your shoulder before his voice did.

“Good morning.” His hand slightly squeezing at your hips, pushing his hips against your ass.

You smiled sleepily, eyes still closed. “You’re already starting something?”

“I never stopped,” he murmured, his voice low and rough from sleep. “You looked too good to leave alone.”

His hand slid down your bare stomach, dipping between your thighs, fingers brushing gently over your still-sensitive center. You gasped softly, your body already responding to him.

“Still so wet and warm for me,” he whispered into your ear, teeth grazing the lobe. “Didn’t even take much.”

“Megumi…” you breathed, your hand sliding over his hip, feeling how hard he already was behind you.

He kissed the back of your neck, then your shoulder blade.

Before you could protest, he pulled the blanket off and took your hand, guiding you across the cabin floor, barefoot and naked, until your body met the cool glass of the wide front window.

The early light was soft and silver, fog still clinging to the edges of the pine trees. The air was cool, but Megumi was warm behind you—his chest pressed to your back, one arm wrapping around your waist as his free hand pushed gently between your thighs again.

“No one’s out there,” he said, his voice low, dangerous. “It’s just us. You, me, and this view.”

You gasped as he dipped two fingers inside you, curling them slow and deep while his other hand came up to cup your breast. His hips ground against you, hard and insistent, his cock brushing your lower back.

“I want you right here,” he whispered, kissing behind your ear. “I want the sunrise on your skin when I show you just how much I love you.”

Your knees almost gave out, but he caught you—gripping your hips as he guided you to bend slightly, hands braced on the window. The glass was cold against your nipples, your breath fogging up the pane as you moaned softly, already aching for him.

He didn’t tease this time. He slid into you in one slow thrust, groaning your name into your neck as your body took all of him. You cried out, forehead pressing to the window, the glass rattling with every slow, deep stroke.

He fucked you like he had all the time in the world. Long, dragging thrusts that had your nails scraping at the glass and your thighs trembling.

“You feel so good,” he groaned, fingers digging into your hips. “So tight. So fucking perfect.”

You whimpered his name, begging him not to stop, your voice hoarse and desperate as he sped up—his hips snapping against yours, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing in the quiet morning cabin.

His hand snaked around again, rubbing your clit in firm circles as he whispered, “Come for me. Want to feel you while I’m still deep inside you.”

And you did—crying out loud enough to startle the birds outside, your walls clenching around him as your orgasm rolled through you.

He followed with a broken moan, hips jerking as he came hard inside you, gripping your body like he never wanted to let go.

⸻

You stayed there for a moment—both breathless and sweaty, pressed against the window with the sun on your skin and his chest warm against your back.

Eventually, he pulled out slowly, catching you before your legs gave out completely.

“You’re dangerous,” you said, still panting, turning to face him with flushed cheeks and a shaky grin.

He kissed your lips softly. “And you’re mine.”

⸻

Later, wrapped in a blanket with tea and aching thighs, you asked:

“So… how long are we staying here?”

Megumi smirked. “As long as it takes to make up for every time they interrupted us.”

a/n; Well, well, well~ Look what the cat dragged in. Oh and its saucy- Hope you had fun reading, till later you saucy fellows

[e1e4n0r5]

Their Little Plaything: 5

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends

Pairing: Bullies Cait & Vi x Loner Nerd Reader

Words: 4249

Synopsis: Some hard discussions are had

Warnings: Bullying/mocking, power imbalance Reader finally levels that playing field baby!!!, FFF threesome, ANGST!!!!, Powder comin' in hot, mentions of disordered eating (unable to eat to due emotional distress, forgetting to eat), fingering, oral sex (all receiving, all giving), dirty talk, praise kink, FEELS!!!

You were back at their house the next night, your heart hardened for whatever may come. Vi had let you in, walking with you in silence to the kitchen. Cait sat perched on one of the stools at the kitchen island, a laptop open in front of her, her chin resting on her hand as she stared intensely at the screen.

Vi stood against the counter they loved to fuck you on – you now knew that was due to hidden camera in the wall only a few feet away – her arms folded, clearly on edge.

You didn’t move further into the room, your hands twisting nervously.

“I want to see everything,” you said, voice cold and steady. “Every photo. Every video. All of it. And then you're going to delete them.”

Vi’s jaw tensed, and Cait’s eyes narrowed a touch. They weren’t surprised, you'd said as such the night before.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Cait said after a pause, her tone infuriatingly calm.

Your stomach twisted. “What do you mean, not a good idea? You recorded me. Without my consent. You don’t get to decide what’s a good idea or not.” You eyed her laptop. “Last night’s footage? Having fun editing your little pictures, making your GIFs of you two fucking me?” you snapped.

Cait shut the laptop defensively, not meeting your eye.

Vi ran a hand through her hair, clearly frustrated. “We told you, we’ve never showed them to anyone. It wasn’t about that.”

“Then what was it about?” you snapped.

“It was a private thing,” Cait said. “Just for us.”

You let out a bitter laugh. “Oh, well, that makes it okay, then. Just a private porn collection of your little conquests, right? Some trophies for you to look back on when you get bored?”

“No!” Vi barked. “Fuck. No. It wasn’t like that.”

Cait hesitated. “It was, at first,” she confessed. “It always was. For us to look back on the girls we'd fucked, on those memories. The things we all did together. But, again, it was only ever for us.”

“I knew it,” you whispered. “And you think I’m so weak, that I’ll just roll over and let you do whatever you want with my body.”

“That’s not true,” Cait said, her voice lower now. She caught herself in the lie, a reflex. “Perhaps in the beginning.”

Your breath caught.

Vi exhaled sharply, straightening up like the words were forcing themselves up her throat. “You were pathetic. You were the quiet, weird, little loner nerd, and easy to fuck with. And we liked fucking with you.”

You stared at her, each word hitting like a slap. She flinched at your expression but didn’t stop.

“But then Powder stood up for you. Suddenly you weren’t just some nerd we could poke for fun. You started opening up; we’d see you with Powder around campus, laughing, hanging out. Just being normal. You had this spark in you, and we liked seeing it grow.”

Cait stood from the stool, her voice gentle but firm. “We saw how kind you were. How smart, beautiful. You were never supposed to matter. Then after Halloween, you did. We realised that you weren’t a loner; you were alone. And we didn’t quite know what to do with that, so we fell into old patterns.”

You swallowed hard, blinking fast as tears threatened to fall but you couldn’t let them. You refused. “You’re not going to delete the videos of me, are you?”

They exchanged a look, something soft, scared, unspoken.

“They’re ours,” Cait said. “They’re pieces of something real this time. Of something we don’t want to lose.”

“They're not real if I didn't want them taken! They're stolen moments, pieces of me you felt entitled to.”

“We like you,” Vi added quietly.

You froze.

What?

“We want those memories because you’re in them. And we want more of them. If you let us.”

“More photos?”

“More memories,” Cait corrected.

You stared at her, stunned. “So, this started because I was easy for you to hurt, and what, now it’s love?”

“Yes,” Caitlyn said simply. “Messy, selfish love. But real.”

You said nothing. You’d only said that word to mock them, to show them your hurt. But…Was it real? “You two love me?”

They looked at each other, then nodded together.

Vi confessed softly, “Yeah, we do, sweetheart.”

You swallowed harshly, your throat burning with unshed tears. You could never have expected them to say that. “And the videos?”

Vi’s eyes met yours, guarded. “They stay. Even if you go-” Cait had to turn her head away. “Even if you go, they stay with us.”

"How do I know you won't just leave when you're bored of me?"

They shook their heads. "Not gonna happen, sweetheart."

Silence stretched. Your hands were shaking, your breath uneven. Everything inside you screamed that you should walk out. That this was wrong, dangerous, too much.

But another part whispered something else, something quieter. That even in all the mess, something here was painfully, confusingly honest.

You swallowed. “I need to think…”

Both nodded immediately.

“We’ll wait,” Cait said.

You turned to the door, heart racing.

And just before you opened it, you paused. But you said nothing.

Then you were gone.

Powder knew something was wrong. Like a sixth sense went off in her head, she was over at your dorm room the next morning. You'd been curled up in bed with a cup of tea, too distressed for food, just staring out the window as you tried to sort through your feelings.

Frantic knocking on your door disturbed you. It could only be Powder.

You stood up, letting her in with a small, sad smile.

“What’s happened?” she asked, immediately pulling you into a bear hug.

You wrapped your free arm around her, holding her close. “Hey, Pow.”

“What’s going on?” she demanded, holding you at arm’s length. You looked awful.

You pulled away, sitting on your bed, your back against the wall. “We had a fight.”

Powder stood still in the centre of your room, considering you carefully, her face marred by a frown and squint. “It's the photos, isn't it?”

You paused. “For fuck’s sake,” you hung your head back against your wall. “Seriously, Pow, are you psychic?”

She shook her head. “I know you, I know Vi, and – to a lesser degree – I know Cait. I just knew those photos would come into it. S’a risky game to play.”

You stayed silent, staring into your tea.

“So? You gonna tell me?”

You flexed your hands around your mug. “They were taking photos and videos of us, without telling me.”

Her jaw clenched, almost biting through her tongue. She was going to beat the two of them senseless. Trying to keep her cool for you, she asked calmly, her hands twitching at her sides, “Have they shown them to anyone, posted them somewhere?”

“No. No, they said it was just for them. Like a...I don't know, a kink. Maybe they liked the control it gave them? But then they said the more they started to like me, the more it became about having memories of us together.”

“Without asking you.”

“Yeah.”

“Did they ever ask you?”

“Yeah, lots of times.”

“And were you okay with it when they asked? Really, actually okay?”

You sipped your tea, buying yourself a few seconds to think. “I was scared at first, shy. But they made it exciting.”

“How long were they doing it in secret before they started asking?”

You hesitated. “I don’t know. They won’t show me.”

“Jeez.” Powder pondered for a few seconds. “So, is this it with them? Or could you forgive them? After I beat the ever-living shit out of both of them.”

You inhaled deeply, looking out the window. Powder let you sit in silence as you debated with yourself. Eventually you looked back. “I want to be able to forgive them.”

She nodded thoughtfully. “I'd say that's a good place to start.” She looked around your room, eyeing the growing pile of laundry, and the bin full of noodle cups. All of them barely touched. “When did you last eat something?”

You paused to think. You took too long. “Um…”

“Nope, that’s it! I’m getting us nuggets!” she declared.

“And fries?” you asked timidly, only just realising how much your stomach hurt.

“Of course fries, you numpty. And ice cream! And then we’ll talk about how stupid girls are.”

You had called them both over, your message simple: “We need to talk.”

Your room was dim, lit only by the amber glow of a desk lamp and the lavender candle you’d lit in a futile attempt to soothe yourself. You sat cross-legged on your bed, arms wrapped tightly around yourself. Vi was sat in your desk chair, leg bouncing nervously, while Cait leant back against your desk, her face troubled.

You didn’t speak right away. Let the silence stretch long enough for it to fray the edges of their usual confidence.

Finally, you looked up.

“I want honesty,” you stated. “Full honesty. It doesn't matter what the truth is, how much you think it might hurt me, you have to be honest. If you're not honest, that's it, I'm done.”

Both their heads shot up, alarm clear on their faces.

You took a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest, then continued. “When I was in high school, I liked this girl. Heather Scott. I'd had a crush on her since Freshman spring. In Sophomore year, I told her I liked her. And she said she liked me back. Smiled at me, held my hand. We agreed to meet the next afternoon behind the bleachers. And when I got there...”

“She didn’t show?” Cait asked gently.

“Oh, no, she did. Along with about half the school, all of them laughing at me…Some were recording.”

Vi clenched her wrapped hands. “Fuck.”

“Videos got posted online. The school managed to get them taken down and thankfully some people got expelled – the district classed it, sort of, like a hate attack – but the damage was done.”

They both looked tortured, Vi clenching her hands, Cait unable to stand still.

“I heard about the others.”

Neither of them breathed.

“I thought maybe…What we had was different,” you continued, your voice low. “But it’s not, is it? This is what you do. You find someone – someone you can push and control – and you make them feel wanted. Special. Until you’re done.”

“That’s not fair,” Cait said quietly.

“Isn’t it? You filmed me. You kept things from me. You played games with my head, and the worst part is, I let you. Because I thought I was the only one, that I was different.”

“You are different,” Vi said. “You think we go around falling in love with every girl we fuck?”

Your breath caught, still oddly uncomfortable with them using that word. “That’s not the point. And, honestly, I’m not even sure you two know what love looks like towards other people. You love each other, sure. But all I know is the stories about how you used girls up and moved on. I’ve seen the messages and the photos. One girl left school!”

Cait looked away. “We never hurt anyone.”

“Maybe not physically,” your voice cracked. “I can’t speak for them, but you made me feel like I was crazy that night, Cait. Like wanting honesty or respect was a crazy thing to ask for.”

Vi leant forward, eyes blazing, but beneath the heat was something else. Regret. Guilt. “We didn’t mean to do that. Not with you.”

“But you did it anyway,” you said, voice wavering.

Silence settled again.

“What about the videos?”

Cait shifted her feet. “What about them?”

“How important are they to you moving forward? If we…Continued…Would you keep filming me without my knowledge? Or what if I said I never wanted to take any photos or videos ever again, even if you ask? Would that be a deal-breaker?”

Vi’s voice had gotten hoarse, “We’re not letting you go.”

That shocked you.

“We want to be good for you. We’d love to keep making memories together-”

“Taking sex photos,” you corrected sharply.

“But,” Cait continued for Vi, “If you truly don’t want that, then we won’t. They’re not the most important thing to us now.”

“That would be you,” Vi added.

“It would be a big change for you,” you said sceptically. “How often do you think you’d reach for your phones when we’re together? Would you feel like something’s missing if there weren’t a camera on us?”

You looked between them. These two women who had made you feel seen, wanted, beautiful…But also paranoid, used, unsure.

Your heart warred with your head.

“Prove it,” you said finally. “Stop hiding things from me. Stop acting like you own me just because you want me.”

Both Cait and Vi nodded, solemn. For once, no clever smiles, no lingering touches to smooth things over.

Just a promise.

The door closed behind them.

Vi stood in the entryway, fists clenched, jaw tight. Cait set her keys down with mechanical precision. The silence between them buzzed like static, hot with tension, thick with everything they didn’t say in front of you.

"She thinks we're monsters," Vi finally said.

Cait perched on the couch, hands clasped. “Maybe we are.”

Vi turned, eyes narrowing. “Don’t say that.”

“You heard her,” Cait’s voice flat. “She thinks we used her. That we’re still using her.”

Vi flopped onto the couch, rubbing a hand down her face. “It wasn’t like the others. You know it wasn’t.”

“I know,” Cait replied, quieter. “But how is she supposed to believe that when we haven’t done anything different? For fuck’s sake, I used the same chat name for all of them!”

Vi was silent for a beat. “I didn’t think it would go this far. I didn’t think we’d care.”

“You said it yourself,” Cait murmured. “She wasn’t supposed to matter.”

“But she does.”

The words sat between them like a challenge, too heavy to ignore.

Cait stood, walking upstairs to the desk in their bedroom. Sitting down, she opened a hidden drawer, pulling out a keychain of multiple USB sticks. The ones they kept everything on. She held it in her palm, staring down at it.

Vi hovered in the doorway. “You thinking about deleting it all?”

“I’m wondering why we haven’t already.”

“Because it’s her. Because I don’t want to forget the way she looks when she lets us in. When she stops being afraid.” Vi stepped in, bracing her hands on the desk next to Cait. “So? You want to delete it?”

Cait was quiet for a long moment. Then she shook her head, setting the drives back in the drawer and closing it gently. “Not yet.”

Vi’s voice was low. “You think that makes us terrible?”

“I think it makes us selfish. But I also think it means we’re not ready to let her go.”

Vi gave a dry laugh. “We’re not good at this. At being good.”

“We’ll try. For her.”

Vi exhaled through her nose, taking Cait’s hand and crossing the room to sink onto the bed. “She’s not going to trust us again easily.”

“Then we earn it.”

Vi looked at her. “No more games?”

“No more games.”

Vi nodded, slowly, and rested her head against Cait’s shoulder. The two of them sat in silence for a long time, the weight of their decisions still heavy, but now tempered with something else.

Hope.

Then the doorbell rang.

Both women’s head shot up.

Could it be…?

Vi shot off the bed, Cait following after her. Vi skidded across the marble floor, frantically pulling the door open.

She was shoved back.

“You absolute,” shove, “pieces,” shove, “of shit!” Powder screamed at Vi, slapping her sister’s chest.

“Powder! Powder, calm down!” Vi urged, trying to catch her sister’s hands but Powder evaded her.

“You assholes! How could you?!”

Cait approached slowly. “Powder, please, let us-”

“Shut the fuck up! You recorded my friend, my best friend! And now she’s a wreck!” Powder eventually stopped hitting at Vi, who successfully pushed her back a few steps. “She trusted you,” she cried, her voice cracking. “She’s hurting, she can’t eat! You made her feel like she was only…Some toy to capture. Like she was just a game, not your girlfriend. Not someone you’re supposed to care about.”

Vi looked away, her jaw clenching.

Cait stepped forward slowly, her voice calm but serious. “We love her, Powder.”

“Then act like it,” Powder shot back. “Because right now? You don’t get to say that unless you mean it. Unless you show her.”

Vi’s voice was rough when she finally spoke. “We didn’t mean to hurt her. That was never the plan. It got…Complicated. We got used to doing things a certain way.”

“With all those other girls you think I don’t know about?”

Cait and Vi looked alarmed.

“Yeah, I heard about them too. My first week here, when people figured out I was the infamous Fighter Vi’s baby sister, let’s just say the rumours made their way back to me.”

“She’s not like the other girls,” Vi said quietly.

Cait nodded. “And you’re right, Powder. We messed up. We’ve been talking about it, about changing things.”

“We’ve already promised her honesty,” Vi added. “We’re not hiding anything anymore.”

Powder crossed her arms. “She deserves more than promises. She deserves effort. Care. She’s already got enough scars from the past, she doesn’t need more from the only two people she’s ever felt safe with.”

Cait stepped closer. “We will do better. You have our word.”

Vi looked up and met Powder’s eyes. “We’re not going to lose her. We’re going to prove we can be better. For her. For real.”

There was a long silence before Powder nodded once.

“Good,” she said softly. “Because if you hurt her again, I won’t be coming here as your sister.”

She gave them one last look, then walked toward the door.

Vi followed. “Powder-”

Powder muttered, glancing back, “Don’t ever make me hate you this much again, Violet.”

The door slammed shut behind her.

You’d been tying yourself in knots for days, turning everything over in your mind a thousand times. After hours of just staring at the wall in your room as you’d pretended to study, a cold untouched microwave meal (that Powder had bought for you; one more thing to feel bad about) near your books, you’d forced yourself out into the fresh air, hoping it would clear your mind a little. You hated how well it worked.

The nights had cooled, a soft breeze tugging at the hem of your jacket as you sat on a bench outside your dorm building. After watching campus life move around you for a while, you pulled your phone out.

I don’t want to be alone tonight.

Half an hour later, the three of you all stood in the centre of your room, none of you knowing what to do. You twisted your hands together, suddenly unsure what to say now that they were here.

“I’ve been thinking,” you said softly, “about all of this. You’ve both said you want to be better. And I do think you mean it. But… I don’t think I’ll ever forget how it started. How you made me feel. What you did.”

They glanced at each other, preparing themselves.

“For what it’s worth, sweetheart…” Vi started.

Cait finished, “We’re so sorry.”

Jaw trembling, you nodded.

“Can we just skip all that?” you begged in a quiet voice, your eyes filling with tears. “Can you just be kissing me now?”

Cait rushed to you, her hands pulling your face to hers, your lips clashing together passionately. Happy, emotionally-exhausted tears leaked from your eyes as you clung to her, as if she'd vanish if you didn't hold on tight enough.

“We’re sorry, baby,” Cait poured against your lips. “We’re so sorry, we’re so fucking sorry.”

You heard your door open. “Alright, everyone, put your headphones on, put some music on, or get out: this make up sex is gonna get loud!” Vi shouted down the hallway.

“And now we’re sorry for that too,” Cait rolled her eyes.

“Vi!” you cried out in embarrassment, your face blushing bright red.

She locked your door with a shrug. “At least I warned them,” she smirked, heading your way.

Cait eased you from her arms and nudged you into Vi's. The pink-haired woman pulled you close, demanding in her kisses as her lips fought against yours. You cupped her breasts, earning a low curse.

“Are you sure, sweetheart? We can take it slow,” Cait promised.

“Cait...” you panted, turning your head as you stayed in Vi’s arms.

“Yes, darling?” she asked, gently cupping your cheek.

“Fuck me. Now!” you challenged.

Vi growled, picking you up and sitting you down on your bed. She frantically undid your jeans, pulling them down your legs, but getting them stuck on your shoes. “Fuck! Okay, from now on,” she said firmly, pulling your shoes off and throwing them over her shoulder, “skirts and dresses only! Need quick access, baby.”

You nodded dumbly as your pussy leaked, moving your arms so Cait could remove your top and bra. Naked before them as they stood over you fully clothed, you shivered. Cait sat down on the bed, pulling you into her lap.

 Vi knelt between your legs, pushing your thighs apart. “Keep them open,” she instructed. In a devotional whisper, she kissed over your hips, “We missed you. We missed you so much.”

“I missed you too,” you whispered back as Cait held you close, kissing your neck.

Vi moved her kisses down to your pussy, flicking her tongue out and just touching your clit. You whimpered, begging for more. Vi met your eyes as she moved over your clit, sucking gently at first, then gradually increasing speed and pressure. You keened loudly, uncaring who heard you.

Cait chuckled in your ear, cupping your breasts and rolling your nipples. You pushed your chest into her hands, reaching a hand back and holding her hair.

“Do you like Vi’s mouth on your pussy, darling?”

You nodded, your breathing coming in choppy, your hips starting to roll. Vi held you to her face, squeezing the flesh of your ass as she moaned into your slit.

“I think Vi likes it too,” Cait smiled, tugging your nipples just a little harder than she normally would. You whined. “You always taste so sweet. We’ll never get enough of you.”

Vi built you up with her tongue, laving your clit and lips, sliding inside you and fucking you with it. You shook in Cait’s arms as your orgasm rolled through you, your head tipping back against her shoulder as she cupped your jaw.

“Good girl,” she praised in your ear, “that’s the first one,” making you whimper.

Vi eased your thighs back together, wiping her chin. You reached out, tugging the bottom of her shirt up, whining in your need to see her. She chuckled at your neediness, pulling her shirt over her head and unzipping her sports bra. You desperately pulled her in close, wrapping your arms around her tightly as you kissed between her breasts.

She tipped your chin up. “Who do you want first, baby?”

You groaned, you couldn’t possibly decide.

“Okay, on your knees, baby,” she urged, pulling you forward gently out of Cait’s lap.

Eagerly kneeling before her, Vi helped you open her jeans, pushing them down her thighs. Tugging her boxer briefs down, you didn’t wait any longer before lunging forward for her pussy. She groaned, holding the back of your head.

Cait stood up, removing her blouse and tailored skirt. Vi pulled her into her side, kissing her deeply, moaning into her mouth as you sucked her clit. Vi reached down, sliding her fingers into Cait’s panties, rubbing her fingers over Cait’s dripping pussy. Cait panted into Vi’s mouth, shifting her hips so Vi could slide her fingers inside, her hand on the back of your head, holding you to Vi’s pussy.

The two of them came above you, Vi flooding your mouth and chin with her juices as Cait did the same to her hand.

The rest of the night passed in a haze of lips, tongues, and fingers. You all realised that you had taken all your toys to their house, leaving you with only what you had – yourselves. It didn’t matter though; between the three of you, you had more than enough imagination to pass the night away.

You and Vi scissored on your bed, Cait alternating between you, kissing and sucking your breasts, occasionally dripping spit onto your clits. Cait laid on her back, Vi eating her out, whilst you rode her face. You fingered Vi from behind whilst Cait sucked her clit. You and Vi 69’d whilst Cait fucked herself on your desk. And so much more, you could barely remember.

Laying in your small bed together, curled in tighter than you thought possible, they swore they'd never let you go again.

And they never did.

Notes: WE MADE IT!!! Thank you so much for following this story, I had so much fun writing it. The epilogue is coming 💦 as well as bonus chapters 💦💦

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[ang3ltine]

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 ⋆.˚ 𓇼 Bob Reynolds fic

A get away from the city turns into something more special when the boy you had been crushing on, finally confesses.

a.n - sorry guys I've been in a slump lately due irl issues, but this fic is kind of self-indulgence, but I hope you enjoy <3

Summer. The time for reminiscing, warm weather, hanging out with friends and family. It's a season that you never fully understood the concept of.

Yet all of that was about to change.

It all started with a little convincing from Valentina to allow you all to spend the summer in the outhouse in South Carolina. Surprisingly, this was Buckys idea. He knew that a well deserved break was needed, especially after the whole sentry incident.

So it was decided.

Lulworth Cove, a quaint little town with lovely little shops and restaurants, and at the outermost corner of the shores, was the outhouse.

A beach house with pale wooden beams that had long been used. Almost as if it had been waiting for curious guests to enter. Perfect for a getaway from the busy city life of New York.

"God this place needs some work huh?" John mumbled while carefully pushing one of the wooden beams at the entrance. It was clearly rotting and almost falling apart and to confirm his hunch, a loose pieces of bark fell ontop of Ava's head.

John almost immediately regrets his decision and was about to apologise. Let's just say he didn't leave with just a slap on the wrist.

A few weeks went by, and almost everyone had already settled into their new home away from home. They were also surprised to see you having fun too, considering you don't usually open up as often as you do.

Yelena and Ava appreciated you hanging out with them, especially when taking long walks on the beach or even when learning how to surf. Ava was actually pretty good at it despite Yelena's doubts.

Sometimes, the three of you would do special 'girl nights' where boys were explicitly not invited. With the exception of Bob since none of you could really say no to him, especially since he's so clingy.

So there you all were, sprawled out on towels ontop of the soft white sandy beach. A massive sandcastle was in the making. However, it was mostly you, Yelena and Bob that helped. Ava only gave her opinions and gave pointers from the sidelines.

You then realised it was lacking quite a bit as you scanned the masterpiece in front of you. "I reckon we need more seashells."

With a few hums of approval from the group, you got up and walked farther away towards the ocean. The waves were calm this evening, soothing and gentle, with little to no disturbance. You let your feet settle in the warm waters, relinquishing the tranquil feeling while looking for the seashells below.

Bob had been observing from afar, which inevitably caught the girls attention. They were rather amused from his behaviour because he was clearly smitten. It was obvious to them and the rest of the team that Bob had a strong attachment to you.

Even after giving each other yearning looks across the room or taking naps together on the hammock outside, the two of you still denied being a 'couple'.

Later on in the evening, they were going to have a small bonfire party, Ava and Yelena had already talked to him about their plan. But it was better to remind him again just in case he had forgotten.

Yelena was firm yet reassuring when speaking with Bob, making sure he was ready for the night ahead of them. "Bob, listen to me. Tonight is your chance, alright? I don't want to see you loitering near the tables with us when you should be with her."

Bob was quiet for a moment before talking, a noticeable shift to worry evident in his voice. "But...what if I'm wrong? I... I don't want to ruin things between us if I am-"

Yelena interjects before Bob could say another word, already sensing that he'd ramble on about him not being worthy for you. "Bob you're being ridiculous. She's been giving you the same signals for months! I'm sure she feels the same way about you."

Ava had been listening from aside and offered some advice for him too. "I agree. You should at least try making a move tonight. It doesn't have to be a confession. Just give her a hint that you like her, and I'm sure things will hit off from there."

Bob talk a deep breath and exhaled before nodding. He was ofcourse nervous but it soon dissipated once you returned with the seashells in hand. You bent down to where he was to place some on the side of the castle to create tiny windows.

As you do so, Bob takes leisure in taking some shells for himself when you offer it to him. Earning a shy smile from him before politely thanking you. You were awfully close to him now, the faint scent of your coconut flower perfume filled his senses. It was...comforting.

Along with salty marine accords and musk intertwine, creating a soothing, nostalgic aroma that reminded him of the cherished memories he shared with you.

Unintentionally, he then bumps his shoulder against yours in order to place more shells in the same area you were targeting. It didn't bother you, so you stayed put, despite knowing that it wasn't necessary to stick with just this one particular side of the castle.

He wanted to bask in more of your presence before being interrupted by the girls. Yelena was already packing up while Ava had already done so, carrying her things in one hand while the other rested on her hip. "Sorry to ruin the fun, but it's getting dark. We should get ready for the bonfire."

Bob reluctantly gets up and dusted his clothes to get rid of excess sand. He didn't really like showing off his body so he wore the blue and white striped polo that was gifted by you, paired with some shorts so he could play in the water easily. There was even a little dolphin at the front which he loved.

It was oddly quiet in the house as everyone was getting ready for the upcoming party. John had taken you into town to buy more essentials for the bonfire as well as food for the barbecue, while the rest stayed home.

Bob was more than disappointed when he found out you had left without him, but he had other things to worry about. Especially when Yelena and Ava had progressed to another step in their plan, such as 'preparing' Bob for the occasion.

Speaking of the 'party', you had suggested it. When you were younger, your family would have midsummer parties almost every year. This time, you wanted to spend it with your new family. It had quite a long time since you last enjoyed such an occasion, so you were more than excited.

"Hey guys we're back!"

John walk in the kitchen, paper bags in hand full of groceries with you following close behind. John had already placed his bags on the countertop and was waiting for you to aswell, only you didn't.

You had stopped dead in your tracks when you spotted the familiar brunette standing near the bar area, chugged a glass of water. His sleeves were rolled up completely to expose his toned arms while his white shirt was practically see-through due to being drenched in what you assumed was sweat.

Unbeknownst to him, he hadn't even noticed you shamelessly staring at him before Yelena points it out. It was almost comical the way he just casually puts his hand up to say 'hi' with an innocent grin on his face while you slowly die of embarrassment.

Bob was already walking towards you before you had the chance to speak, offering to gelp with the groceries. "Do you need help with that?"

After putting down the bags, Yelena checks them to see if you bought all the necessities. "Oh wow you got everything! Did anything interesting happen while you were out?"

"Uhh no, nothing much. Unless you count John haggling with one of the store clerks 'eventful.'"

John was going to protest but eventually leaves it be, figuring there was no point in arguing since you were telling the truth.

Whereas Bob felt that his hair was getting in the way. So he runs his fingers through the damp locks and pushes it away from his eyes and just like that, you were done for. Suddenly you felt faint and it was getting hard to breathe, not to mention you heart was practically beating against your chest in an ungodly manner.

Yelena walks over to you, wrapped one arm around your should while the other, gestures to where Bob was standing. "Bob was helping us collect wood for the bonfire! He worked pretty hard actually...as you can see."

"Feeling a little hot are we?" Ava asked nonchalantly while giving you a smug look. You silently curse her in your head as you try to figure out a logical, appropriate answer. "Uhh yeah, probably feeling a little tense from the shopping spree."

"Hmmm right. I thought you said it was 'uneventful?" Yelena adds in with an amused tone, unapologetically enjoying the reaction she was getting out of you.

God, curse them both.

Bob grew slightly concerned while you silently excused yourself after escaping from Yelena's grasp. He the urge to go after you but then thought it was best to leave you alone for a bit.

There was still time before the party so you all gathered in the living room. Bucky, John and Alexei was outside preparing the bonfire while the rest of you stayed inside.

"котик you can't be serious!" Yelena keened over in a fit of laughter as you make small adjustments to your suit. It wasn't that your new outfit looked ridiculous, it was the fact that you took inspiration from Silver the hedgehog. Rolling your eyes playfully at her comment, you press back in defence.

"What?! It's not like he had an outfit to begin with. Besides, I only copied his gloves." In truth, you did love the character design as a whole, but you weren't going to admit that to her.

Speaking of opinions, Bob felt like he should voice his since he was, in fact, resting his head on your lap. " I think it looks great!"

"See? Even Bob agrees."

Yelena was about to interject after seeing the grin of satisfaction on your face while you highfived the brunette beneath you. Only for someone else to disagree to ruin the mood.

"I don't really like it either."

The voice was gruff, and oddly familiar. The four of you turned your attention towards the ex militant now present in the room. John Walker.

"With that fucked up shield of yours? I suggest you don't talk walker." You snorted after nodding your head towards the bent hunk of metal attached to his arm.

The roar of laughter filled the room but this time Ava and Bob joined in while John was seething with both shame and anger. "Says the one with a poster of Equestria Girls in their bedroom!"

Bob almost fell onto the floor since you got up abruptly to face the dirty blonde, who was jutting his chin out mockingly. Bob scrambled on his feet to join you by your side just in case you things go south.

"Listen John, I'm not going to fuel your ego so you can just back off." Every word your uttered was laced with sarcasm.

"Yeah! Didn't you also watch it with us one time in the cinema room?" Bob joins in to help you out, his brows furrowed as he spoke. Although you didn't really need it, you appreciated the gesture.

"Oh wow, what're you going to say now John?" John shifted on his feet while rubbing his temples, silently cursing the brunette in his mind. "Okay in my defence it was a pretty shitty movie, and secondly. Bob's your boyfriend. Ofcourse it makes sense for him to back you up."

You wanted to retort about the comment of Bob being your 'boyfriend' but just let him do his thing. Not wanting to make matters worse. Bob who was behind you, was now taking a step forward towards John with an innocent, yet almost menacing grin.

"I would take offence to that," he starts off then shrugs his shoulders with pursed lips. "But I can't take that bent out of shape tacco shield of yours seriously."

John was at a loss for words as he turned to you for some answers. You bit back a smile since you knew that Bob was capable of saying out of pocket comments just like this one at times.

"Then fix it! You're the one who did it!" John yelled, his calm demeanour finally dissipating. Yet nothing could've prepared him for what Bob was about to say next.

"Mm I don't think I will." You had to put an arm infront of him just in case, since he was practically looming over the guy. "It suits that dickish personality of yours."

Now that got you speechless as your jaw opens in disbelief before turning back to John, who had the same exact reaction.

"Ohh you want ice for that burn walker?!" Yelena retorts from her beanbag, a smug look on her face while Ava was practically dying next to her. John's reaction was more than amusing for the four of you.

He had enough and left the room in defeat before turning around to give one last sign. "Fuck off!" You knew that he had to blow off some steam, so you opted to talk to him later to even things out.

Besides, there were more pressing matters to deal with. Like getting ready for the party at 10pm. You parted ways with Bob and asked him to get ready. Both Yelena and Ava had gotten ready but you still needed help, so they came as soon as you called.

Yelena was the first to knock at your room door while Ava arrived shortly after. They heard the sound of shuffling before it opened to reveal your dishevelled appearance. It was clear that you were distressed, but Yelena was reluctant to ask you why. So Ava answers for her instead.

"Woah what happened??"

You huffed while searching through your messy closet in a hurry. "I can't find anything decent to wear!"

"Seriously? That's why your whole room looks like a zoo? моя кукла (doll) just wear anything! Were all friends here, it's not like anyone is going to judge."

It was no use. You were still picking out different clothes from the closet. So both Yelena and Ava took a seat on your bed while you showed them one fit that you thought would look best for the occasion. "This looks alright! Doesn't it...?"

Yelena didn't want you to worry even more, so she agreed pretty much straight away. "You know what? You look great! Besides, Bob doesn't really care what you look like. He loves you either way."

You must have misheard her because there was no way you believed that Bob actually liked you, jaw dropping slightly from disbelief. "Excuse me, what??"

Yelena sighs while rubbing the side of her templs before speaking. "Oh please you heard me. Bob's been stuck by your side all summer! It's obvious that he's head over heels in love with you."

Now that she mentioned it, you couldn't really deny the accusations. It's true that Bob had been pretty much glued to you since your first day joining the group. But more so than ever from the start of the summer get away.

Yelena felt like she successfully got her point across when she saw the way your cheeks were dusted with a faint hue of red. You then walked over where she was and took a seat next to her, turning your head slightly to look at her hesitantly. "And if you're wrong? I don't want to ruin what he already have 'lena..."

"Trust us, Bob definitely has a thing for you. We wouldn't be talking to you if we didn't know it was true." Ava says while giving you a reassuring smile. You let out a ridged sigh and slumped your shoulders. "Fine. I'll ask him tonight. But you guys aren't allowed to snoop alright??"

Yelena bites back a smile and nods hurriedly while Ava rolls her eyes playfully. "Were not going to, but, no promises."

Now that you had your outfit on, it was time for the makeup. Ava was quite skillful with her make-up skills so you asked her to help you. Except while doing so, she was giving you advice on how to approach Bob since she had some experiences from her previous relationships.

"Okay now that's a bit much." You briskly say while moving Ava's hand out the way when she almost pokes your eye with the brush. She mutters a quick sorry before Yelena carried on with exaggerated hand gestures.

"He didn't even deny that he wasn't your boyfriend today! Isn't that enough proof for you?"

"I agree. Also you didn't deny it either." Ava interjects calmly while applying some blush on your cheeks. You internally groaned at the sheer persistence from the two girls.

"Also remember to keep it pg."

Your cheeks grew warmer at Ava's insinuation and gave her a light smack on the arm while scoffing. "Ava--! Seriously?"

While you guys were getting ready, the boys were waiting outside rather impatiently. Bucky was already making his way down the beach, while Alexei, Bob, and John stuck it out. When you finally walk out the front door to meet up with them, they were rather surprised to see what you all were wearing.

Since the theme of midsummer was to do with flowers this year, you all wore simple flowy dresses with your signature colours. Purple, yellow, and blue. There were also single hibiscus flowers in the hair too which added a nice touch.

Ava, being the quite fashionable one in the team, came up with the idea.

"Oh uh -- you look really pretty love." Bob stutters slightly while he drinks in your appearance. Which was very out of character for him, even catching Ava offguard. She has to bring that up later whenever she wanted to tease you about Bob.

You should be used to the given nickname, yet you still found your heart racing everytime you hear it. Nonetheless, you give him a grateful smile and thankes him for the complement. Bob also couldn't help but feel himself swoon whenever you gave him that smile of yours.

Night fell swiftly, bringing with it a chill that seeped into the bones and a quiet that felt almost tangible. Everyone had gathered near the far end of the beach to avoid other groups who also wanted to take a stroll with their friends.

You were carrying some of the firewood, but it was soon taken away from your arms. "Ah - Here let me help."

Bob, being the sweet man that he was, didn't want you to work so hard when you had been running around all day organising the party. You thank him with much appreciation which he took no credit for, saying that it was nothing.

"Ohh girls, you're finally here! Alexei was going to start without you!"

Alexei was waving his arms dramatically with nothing but his shorts on. Yelena facepalmed yet again that day and groaned at the sight of his appearance. "Seriously dad? You're wearing the Russian flag?"

He was about to protest before being interrupted by Bucky in order to stop a full on argument between the two. "Thanks for bringing more firewood. I was just about to go back to get some more since it looks we'll need it."

"Oh I shouldn't really take the credit, it was actually their idea." Bob nods his head towards your direction. You was already taking a seat on one of the logs in the sand when Bucky turned to you to give you a quick thank you.

It was well past midnight, which was the perfect time to tell ghost stories. While Alexei, on the other hand, would talk about his glory days as the red guardian. Yelena had to stop him at some point since everyone was gradually becoming bored.

At one point John suggested that they start up the fireworks. Bob was rather reluctant despite some coercion by John, yet none of you pushed him. It was understandable that he'd be wary with these kind of activities. Thats when you suggested that he should look from afar and cover his ears with his hands, which he appreciated greatly.

So you slip your hands into his and walk with him farther away from the group towards a looming palm tree. You knew Bob must've been nervous from how clammy his palms were but it didn't bother you. Instead you try to reassure him that everything would be fine and that it was safe.

What you didn't know was that he was nervous because of you. Almost the whole night he had been stealing glances at you from across the small bonfire, quietly observing that way you'd idly talk with the others with such confidence and reverie.

Bucky had noticed the pair giving eachother lovesick gazes for about half an hour before deciding to share some 'dating advice' to Bob. Ofcourse his advice was a little dated but Bob still took every word he said seriously.

Evidently so, he puts his words into action when you volunteer to go with him to watch the fireworks from afar. The pair was sitting on a swing with a wooden seat, most likely handcrafted, while Bob's hand was still holding yours.

Neither of you even had the thought of letting go, so your fingers stay entangled with his. Occasionally squeezing it gently from time to time as you rock back and forth on the swing.

"You know...I'm really proud of you. It's not easy coming clean and learning to accept those around you." You say in a comforting tone and reach out to tuck his hair behind his ear. He instinctively leaned into your touch when your hand rest on his cheek, letting your thumb run across his warm skin.

"Yeah well...I wasn't on my own this time." His voice was barely a whisper as the sound of the fireworks go off in the distant, now becoming background noise. Suddenly, the air between you two grew thick with anticipation.

You hadn't realised how close you really were to him until the tip of your nose bumped his. Space was becoming scarce as Bob struggled to let out a coherent sentence. It was an innocent mistake, yet you didn't have the urgency to move away just yet.

Alas, the moment was ruined when a loud bang interrupted you both. Bob quickly covers his ears to block out the noise while you stood up to shout at Alexei for using one of the bigger fireworks.

"Alexei I told you to use the normal ones! Not your jumbo guardian themed one!!"

Alexei yells an apology and simultaneously gets scolded by Yelena and John for not listening to them. Bob was still covering his ears with his eyes shut tight, unaware that the fireworks was over for now. You say back down again and gently moved his hands away so that he wouldn't get startled.

"Bob hon', are you ok?" Its alright, Alexei's getting a good scolding from the others." You mused, trying to lighten the mood. It might have worked because as soon as you spoke of Alexei getting told off, you see the ends of his lips turn upwards into his usual puppy like grin.

Your hands were still in his while you slowly draw small patterns on his palms. The action was simple but meaningful. You'd do this to usually calm Bob down if he was ever upset or if something or someone, had triggered him. Bob was more than grateful when you took the initiative even though he didn't ask you to do so.

"Hey I uhm...I should really thank you." Bob's voice was barely a whisper but you heard him nonetheless. You hummed while still tracing patterns on his warm skin, then you peer up at him through your lashes.

"There's no need to thank me, bedsides - the others would do the same as me if they got the chance. Like Yelena."

There was no arguing there, sometimes Yelena did go to him to keep him company if you weren't available. Except, in this occasion, Bob wanted to solely focus on you and show his gratitude.

You felt him staring but you chose not to think much of it. Bob's cheeks had a slight hue of red when you did manage to look back up at him again, bringing a small smile to your face at his bashfullness. "Hm? Is there something you wanna tell me?"

It was rather teasing question but Bob was ready to indulge. You noted the way his adam apple bobbed when gulping. Once again, it was beginning to get hard for him to speak.

"Yeah uhm-- yeah I do actually... its uh-"

You bit your lip to contain your laughter due to the cuteness of his stammering. Bob had caught on and stopped himself from talking, and then smiled himself. Realising how much comfort you were bringing.

"No...I get it."

Bob was now impossibly close, completely ignoring the fact that the group was watching from their spot. It was rather sweet, the way he leaned in close to gently nuzzle his nose with yours. It was a silent plea for you to take this as a sign. "Please..."

With that, you close the distance between you both. Your mouth connected with his, Bob found himself in complete shock. Lost in a world of pure happiness and blissful pleasure, the taste of your lips on his made him feel overly giddy.

His lips like what you imagined, slightly chapped but still soft and pillowy. There was the faint reminent of hot chocolate residue on his bottom lip, causing you to grab hold of his hoodie and keep him in place as the kiss became more profound and more passionate with every minute.

Your bodies and minds becoming one, creating a sense of safety and belonging.

As they held the kiss, their lips burned, and it only encouraged them to continue further. You moved your arms back around his neck, deepening the kiss. His tongue grazed her lips, causing you to shiver. A rather bold move you'd say, considering that this was his first kiss in a while.

For a brief moment, you realised that this was inappropriate, wrong. But you did not stop, instead initiating another deep kiss, tongue grazing his lips this time.

Pure passion taking over them, they sat there kissing without want or need for precious oxygen. By the time that they were so short on breath that they would faint, they pulled apart from one another.

Bob was still chasing after your lips while you laughed softly, blocking his mouth playfully with your hand. "I'm guessing this was what you wanted to talk about?"

Bob couldn't really answer so he nodded rather sheepishly, his cheeks still flushed. You finally remove your hand and let him speak.

"I…" he stammered between gasps; his entire body's heat had risen to the point that he had to undo his hoodie to get cooler.

You may have overdone the kiss so you thought it was best to apologise just in case you took it too far, your own cheeks becoming warm from shame. "Sorry..."

Bob didn't speak and just placed his hand on your shoulder for more support. "I… Don't worry about it." He mumbled, then dips his head low to press one last sweet kiss on your lips before pulling away.

"Besides! I quite enjoyed it heh."

Bonus:

"Okay pay up." Ava says triumphantly while sticking her hand out so that John and Alexei would reluctantly give her two $40 bills.

The group had taken a bet whether or not Bob would make a move tonight, so both Ava and Yelena hit the jackpot. Even Bucky wagered, earning himself $20 too.

"Damn it - I had no idea Bob had it in him."

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[fayelero]

sorry to bother, i know you could be taking your time which is the most normal thing but in the comments of your kenma angst i saw your comment saying you'd make a new part tonight yesterday 😞😞😞

i dont mean to pressure you into anything but you think you could give me a time please cause waiting is killing me 🙏🙏🙏(dramatic)

it was really so well written and a shame for me that i saw it too early i gotta wait💔i genuinely love your writing

ⓘ 01. KENMA NOT KENMA !

⤷ FLUFF ﹫ timeskip!kenma kozume x fem!reader ﹫ JUST ON TIMEEE!! I just finished (please tell me it’s good) hers for youu <3

⚠︎ kinda angst to fluff, confusing?, kenma act weird .ᐟ.ᐟ part.1

You woke up in his arms. Like always.

The weight of Kenma’s arm slung over your waist, his forehead resting gently against the back of your neck, your legs tangled up in each other like ivy—soft, warm, familiar.

And yet…

Your heart felt hollow. Heavy and soft and soaked through, like paper that had been left in the rain too long.

You blinked against the light streaming through the curtains. Carefully, you lifted his arm and slipped out from beneath it. He barely stirred—just sighed, rolling toward the warmth you left behind. Peaceful. Unknowing.

Your phone buzzed on the nightstand.

Twitter. A couple mentions. You scrolled without thinking.

But then—

You saw it.

#KodzukenLive

#Breakdown

“I cried so hard watching that stream last night…”

“He really loves her, huh…”

“Kodzuken snapped and it was BEAUTIFUL.”

“They failed them. They don’t deserve him.”

“If you haven’t seen the stream, go watch the replay.”

Your heart stopped. Cold. Sharp.

Replay?

Your breath caught in your throat. You sat down on the edge of the bed, shoulders tight, fingers trembling as you opened the VOD.

The screen flickered to life.

And there he was.

Kenma.

Messy hair. Hollow eyes. Fury burning quiet and cold behind them.

The stream had no title. No tags. Just his face. So still, so unlike him.

You watched. Word after word.

Frozen.

He knew.

He saw it all.

He read everything they said to you.

And instead of coming to you, he—

Your hand flew to your mouth. You barely breathed as his voice trembled, as he said:

“You stole her smile.”

“You didn’t just hurt her. You hurt me.”

“I’m not sure I’ll ever get her back.”

Your vision blurred. Tears fell so fast you didn’t even notice the first ones.

He was angry. Broken. Hurt. For you.

Because of you.

No—because of them.

And yet…

You didn’t feel pain in that moment.

You felt warmth.

Flooding. Radiating from the center of your chest, spreading to your fingertips, into your toes. That horrible numbness that had held you for so long cracked—just a little.

He saw you.

He saw what they did to you.

He cared enough to burn his own name just to defend yours.

You cried.

For what they did. For what he did. For all the times you smiled while your heart was breaking, and he had unknowingly tried to stitch it back together with gentle hands and soft words.

And now…

Now, he was trying to do more.

⸻

When he woke up, you had already washed your face and curled back into bed beside him. You wiped your tears until your eyes were dry. Pretended.

He yawned, sat up, and looked at you with soft, unsure eyes.

You smiled.

“Good morning.”

He blinked slowly. “You okay?”

You nodded. Too fast.

He didn’t believe you. Not for a second. But he didn’t ask again.

That was Kenma’s way—he didn’t force words. Didn’t barge into your pain. He waited at the door and hoped you’d let him in.

Instead of talking, he pulled you close and kissed your temple.

And then the weirdest day of your life began.

⸻

He made you breakfast. That wasn’t weird.

But he made it like he was on a cooking show. Literally narrated every step.

“Here we are, placing the aesthetically pleasing strawberries on the plate. Perfect. Gordon Ramsay could never.”

You snorted. You tried not to, but you did.

He beamed. Like he’d just won a medal.

Then he dragged you into the living room and suggested—no, insisted—you two build a pillow fort. A real one. With string lights. And a Netflix queue.

He even pulled out the mini projector and set it up with “wholesome romance movies only, no trauma, I promise.”

And still—it felt off. Not Kenma.

Forced.

He was doing everything. Everything but talking about what mattered.

And you knew why. Because Kenma wasn’t built for messy conversations. He never liked conflict. He wasn’t good with panic. He processed things in his head, in silence, and sometimes the words never caught up.

But this time—you needed the words.

You sat there, under fairy lights, holding a mug of hot chocolate he made with cinnamon and way too many marshmallows, and you watched him try.

Try to fix something he didn’t know how to fix.

He was twitchy. Kept glancing at you. Kept offering you snacks. Kept starting sentences and trailing off.

Then he brought out board games.

Halfway through Uno, you were done.

Your cards hit the floor.

He blinked, startled. “Hey—?”

“I saw the stream.”

Silence.

His face changed like the whole world paused. Mouth parted. Breath hitched. Shoulders tensed.

“…You… did?”

You stood up. “You could’ve just fucking told me, Kenma!”

“I—!” he started, then stopped. Flustered. His ears turned red. “I didn’t… know how.”

Your chest rose and fell. “You yelled at thousands of people before you said a single word to me!”

“I was mad!” he said, suddenly standing too. “Not at you—at them. At me. I didn’t see what they were doing. I thought you were just tired. I didn’t… I didn’t want to pressure you.”

“So instead you—what—play house today like it never happened?” You threw your hands up. “You made pancakes and dragged me into a blanket fort, Kenma!”

He fidgeted, heart in his throat. “I thought… if I made you laugh again, it would be okay.”

Your lip trembled.

He stepped closer. Hesitantly. Hands barely raised like he wanted to touch you but didn’t know how.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m really, really bad at this. At saying things right. But—god, I wanted to tell you. I wanted to scream. I saw those messages, and I’ve never felt rage like that in my life. And then I looked at you—sleeping next to me—and I thought: I let them do this to her.”

You looked away. Your throat was tight. The tears were threatening again.

Kenma took your hand, small and shaking.

“I didn’t want to be another person hurting you with the truth.”

“But hiding it still hurt,” you whispered.

He nodded, guilt all over his face. “I know. I know I messed this up.”

And then, before you could respond, he pulled you in.

He wrapped both arms around you and buried his face in your shoulder.

“I’m so in love with you,” he mumbled, voice muffled against your skin. “I’d delete every social media account I have if it meant keeping you safe. I just… didn’t want to see you fade anymore. I was trying to bring you back.”

Your heart cracked open like glass under heat.

You hugged him back—tight.

“I never needed forts or pancakes,” you said into his hair. “I just needed you. I needed you to see me.”

He nodded fiercely. “I do. I swear I do now.”

A pause.

Then—

“I even shaved my legs for you this morning,” he blurted.

You blinked.

“…What?”

What?

He pulled back, frowning. “Like. As a peace offering. I thought maybe you’d laugh or think it was hot—I don’t know what I’m doing, okay?!”

You burst out laughing. Full-on, doubled-over, tears-streaming, stomach-aching laughter.

Kenma flushed crimson.

“There she is…” he whispered softly, watching you with the gentlest smile.

And for the first time in what felt like forever… it reached your eyes.

You stepped forward and cupped his cheeks, smiling through tears and laughter both.

“I love you,” you said, voice trembling.

He leaned into your hands. “I love you more. I love you the most. I love you so much it makes me dumb.”

“You’ve always been dumb.”

“I shaved my legs!”

“And I didn’t even notice, babe! That’s on me!”

You both laughed again—messy, breathless, but real.

You kissed him. Slow. Deep. Warm.

The pain didn’t vanish. The scars didn’t heal overnight. But right then, in his arms, with his stupid stubbly legs and his worried heart, you didn’t feel hollow anymore.

[lazysoulwriter]

don’t shut me out — i’d rather hear the hard things. - pedro pascal ── .✦

requested! thank you. content: misunderstanding, hurt/comfort, emotional vulnerability, soft!Pedro, hurt feelings but lots of love, happy ending. established relationship.

It wasn’t a big fight. But it was the kind that lingers.

You didn’t yell. No slammed doors. Just that quiet kind of tension that builds in the space between words, where a misunderstanding blooms and neither of you knows how to stop it from growing.

It started with something stupid.

A text Pedro saw on your phone while you were in the kitchen. From someone he didn’t know. Friendly, a little flirty — nothing you asked for, but enough to make something tighten in his chest.

And when he asked you about it — gentle, but clearly bothered — you shrugged.

“It’s nothing. You don’t have to worry.”

He nodded.

But he did worry.

Not because he didn’t trust you. He did. He trusted you more than anyone. But some part of him — the tired, bruised part that still remembered past heartbreaks — whispered that maybe this was how it started. A shift. A turning point.

A distance.

The problem was, he didn’t say that.

Instead, he got quiet. A little colder. Not cruel, never that — but reserved in a way that felt unfamiliar. Conversations felt clipped. His arms felt looser when he hugged you goodnight.

And you noticed.

Because you weren’t dumb. And you weren’t heartless. You just… didn’t understand what you’d done.

So you pulled back too.

And for two whole days, it was like you were tiptoeing around each other. Careful. Polite. Heartbreaking.

It all cracked open on a Thursday night.

You were folding laundry. Pedro was sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, watching you with an expression that made your chest ache.

“I miss you,” you said quietly.

That broke him.

“I’m right here,” he said. But even he didn’t sound convinced.

“No, you’re not,” you replied, voice shaking. “You haven’t really looked at me since Tuesday.”

Pedro swallowed hard, guilt painting every inch of his face. “I know. I—”

You sat beside him.

“What happened?” you asked. “Just… tell me.”

He hesitated.

Then: “I saw that message. The one from—whoever that was. And I knew it wasn’t your fault. I know that. But I just—” he shook his head, voice cracking. “I didn’t want to be the jealous guy. So I tried to let it go.”

“But you didn’t.”

“No,” he said quietly. “I didn’t. And instead of talking to you, I let it eat at me and now… here we are.”

You exhaled slowly, your hand sliding into his.

“I never replied,” you said. “I didn’t even think to bring it up because it was nothing. But I hate that it made you feel like I was pulling away.”

“I hate that I let myself believe it.”

You turned toward him.

“Next time… don’t shut me out,” you whispered. “I’d rather hear the hard things than go two days without really having you.”

Pedro looked at you like he was seeing you for the first time in days.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “For freezing up. For being scared. For letting it get in my head.”

You brushed your fingers through his hair, tugging gently until his forehead was against yours.

“You don’t have to be perfect,” you whispered. “You just have to be you. Let me in, even when it’s messy.”

Pedro kissed you then — slow and apologetic, all warmth and truth.

And when he pulled away, he exhaled against your lips.

“I love you,” he said. “So much it terrifies me sometimes.”

You smiled. “Good. Means you’re doing it right.”

And that night, you fell asleep wrapped around each other — no space left to misunderstand, no silence left to fill.

Just soft, breathing hearts finally finding their way back home.

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[rafesbuzzcutseason]

wicked game

chapter 14 - it's a date

synopsis: y/n is sarah’s roommate and the embodiment of sunshine. rafe, on the other hand, is her complete opposite. when the boys place a bet that he can't win her over, rafe takes the challenge without hesitation. after all, he never backs down from a dare. the closer rafe gets to y/n, he finds himself drawn to her warmth in a way he never expected, and for the first time, he wants to be more than just the guy with a bad reputation.

but secrets don’t stay hidden for long, and when y/n finds out the truth, rafe is left to face the consequences. now, he has to prove that somewhere along the way, the bet stopped mattering, because losing her was never part of the plan.

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you woke up hazy, mascara smudged under your eyes and the taste of alcohol lingering on the tip of your tongue. your throat was dry, head hurting, but your brain, your brain was full of him.

the way he looked at you, the way he touched you, the way he kissed you. like a man who had been waiting to do it his whole life.

you groaned, rolling over onto your back, the ache of it all sitting heavy in your chest.

you knew it hadn’t just been the alcohol. you knew that. he’d meant it. you’d felt it in the way he looked at you after, soft, like he wanted to stay in that moment forever. worried, like he'd loose you if you looked away.

"she's awake!" sarah squealed from her bed, quickly getting up and plopping herself on your duvet. "soooo... you gonna tell me about last night?" sarah poked you teasingly.

"what is there to tell?" you replied, a blush forming on your cheeks.

she raised her eyebrows, "oh come ON y/n. we all saw you walk out with rafe. you're telling me nothing happened?"

"he kissed me." you whispered.

"shut. the. fuck. up." sarah almost screamed. "and you waited until now to tell me?"

"i just woke up!" you said in defensive.

"okay, okay, whatever. details. now. don’t leave out a single thing. start from the moment he found you. wait, what was he dressed as again?"

"ghostface," you muttered, covering your eyes with your arm, remembering how good he looked.

sarah laughed. "classic rafe. so, what was it like?"

you paused, lost in the thought of last night. "it felt, fuck i don't even know. different? good? the best kiss of my life?"

that shut her up for a second. "oh so now it's a thing thing."

"what does that even mean?" you sat up, worry setting in.

"i just mean, i don't think this was just a drunk kiss." she smiled at you.

"i don't think so either." you blinked, realisation setting in. "ughhhh," you threw yourself under the covers.

"don't ughhhh this." sarah said, tugging the duvet down, her voice gentle. "you like him, he likes you."

"i think he likes me," you mumbled, suddenly self-conscious. "but what if it was just... the party? what if he wakes up today and doesn’t even think twice about it?"

sarah gave you a look. "rafe followed you around all night in a ghostface costume. he's been chasing you since he met you. he is thinking twice about it. probably more than that."

you let out a small laugh, despite the bundle of nerves in your stomach. "okay, okay."

"i’m serious." she paused, her tone dropping. "just, be careful. i love my brother, but he hangs out with idiots."

you blinked at her. "what are you saying?"

"nothing!" she said quickly, hands up. "just, keep your eyes open. and if he hurts you, i’m siding with you."

you nodded slowly, laying back into the pillows, heart thudding all over again.

just as your heart started slowing down, your phone buzzed beside you.

"well i guess i'm going on a date tonight." you spoke, an involuntary smile escaping your lips.

"are you fucking with me." sarah jumped up and grabbed your phone. "oh my god. rafe sent this? this is real?" her eyes widening as she read.

"yes it's real. stop making it a bigger thing." you snatched your phone back.

"it is a big thing y/n!" sarah grinned, "he's never like this. he doesn't do dates. he does, 'you up?' texts."

"oh great, how reassuring." you replied sarcastically.

she laughed. "no, i mean it’s different. he’s different with you."

you didn’t say anything, but you didn’t need to. you knew she was right. he was different.

*

a few hours had passed, you'd had your everything shower, shaved, hair washed, and now your room was a mess.

dresses were scattered across your bed, hangers on the floor, and a growing pile of 'absolutely not' options covered your desk chair. you stood in front of the mirror in yet another outfit, turning slightly to the side, frowning.

"try this," sarah threw you an outfit from her wardrobe, being so patient during all your stressing.

you took it from her, a beautiful black midi dress that fitted you in all the right places.

"yep. that's the one." sarah stood up, fixing your curls and turning you to the mirror. you looked good. you felt good.

"is this too try hard? is this too much?" you paused, nerves buzzing in your chest.

"no, y/n." she looked you right in the eye, "you look like the hottest girl rafe's ever gonna see."

you took a deep breath, "okay. let's do this."

as if on cue, you felt your phone buzz in your hands.

your stomach flipped. you grabbed your purse and looked in the mirror one last time.

"okay. i'm going," you said, mostly to yourself.

"you look beautiful. have the best time!" sarah called out behind you as you let your dorm door shut.

rafe was leaning against the lamp post, flowers in his hand.

fucking flowers.

he looked up the moment he heard the door open and did a double take, straightening up.

"hey," you greeted softly.

"hi," he breathed out. "you look…"

your eyes narrowed in amusement. "careful, cameron. choose your words wisely."

he smirked, stepping forward to hand you the flowers. "beautiful. you look so beautiful."

you took them, the blush creeping up your neck before you could stop it. "and you’re laying it on thick tonight."

"flowers too much?" he said, reaching for your hand.

"it's a nice touch. an unexpected touch none the less." you replied, letting him take it.

"i'm full of surprises."

"clearly. you gonna tell me where we're going?"

rafe’s fingers tightened slightly around yours, that same quiet confidence tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"nope."

you raised an eyebrow. "seriously?"

"i just said i'm full of surprises." you let him gently lead you along the now quiet street. "and no. it's not a party."

"i never said it was."

"i actually thought this through." he spoke, almost too quietly.

you glanced over at him. "so, how many girls have you brought to this surprise location?"

he shot you a look, but the corners of his mouth twitched. "don’t do that."

"do what?" you said, slightly surprised at his defensive reaction.

"pretend like this isn’t a big deal for me," he replied.

your heart fluttered. god. he said things like that so casually. like it wasn’t terrifying.

"okay," you said softly. "then i'll stop pretending."

he didn’t look at you, but you saw the way his jaw relaxed.

a few minutes later, you'd walked into a secluded area, one you hadn't seen before.

your turned to him, "what is this?"

"you’ll see," rafe said, leading you further down the path.

you saw it, a little deck overlooking the lake. a blanket already laid out, dim candles glistening and two takeout pizza boxes in the centre.

you blinked. "you picnicked?"

"technically i takeout-picnicked," rafe corrected. "but yeah. i panicked. i didn't have time for the whole thing." you could hear him starting to stress, "is this okay?"

you looked at him, "you did this for me?"

"don’t flatter yourself," he teased. "i like the view. come here when i need time to myself."

you rolled your eyes, but your cheeks hurt from smiling. he gestured for you to sit and then joined you on the blanket, leaning back on one arm as you both opened the boxes.

"no one's done something like this for me before." you admitted.

he looked over at you, that same softness from the night before in his eyes. "i wanted to do it right."

you looked away, suddenly overwhelmed. not just by the candles, or the lake, or the goddamn flowers, but by him. by how good he was being. how easy it was to fall into this version of him.

"well," you cleared your throat. "you’re off to a dangerously good start."

rafe leaned forward, "so what i'm hearing is there’ll be a second date?"

you didn’t answer. just took a bite of pizza.

he watched you for a second, then laughed quietly. "i’ll take that as a yes."

it was quiet for a few moments, comfortable. the soft sounds of leaves, water lapping somewhere below.

then rafe’s voice, low, "do you believe people can change?"

you looked at him, surprised by the question.

"i think," you said slowly, "people can change. but most of them choose not to."

his eyes stayed on the lake. "and if they want to?"

"then they’ll show you," you replied. "prove it."

his jaw twitched. "fair."

you tilted your head, narrowing your eyes at him. "why’d you ask?"

he shrugged, but it felt like a question he'd been thinking all night. "just wondering."

before you could push more, his phone buzzed beside him. he glanced at it. locked the screen fast and turned it over.

but not before you caught a glimpse of the name: topper.

his whole vibe shifted for half a second. shoulders tense, smile thinner.

you didn’t say anything. just watched as he tried to pretend everything was fine.

he cleared his throat and looked at you again, "so, you like the pizza?"

"are you deflecting?"

his brows lifted. "me? never."

you leaned back on your elbows, gaze fixed on him. he was trying to play it off, but you saw the way his fingers twitched, the way his eyes didn’t quite meet yours.

something about that name, topper, lingered in the air between you. you knew the reputation. you knew what kind of people rafe keep close.

but tonight, he’d brought you here. so, you let it go.

for now.

"i like the pizza," you said eventually. "and the candles. and the deck. and you, kind of."

he looked over, the tension in his jaw easing instantly. "kind of?"

"don’t push it."

he laughed, the real kind, head back, grin wide. and just like that, the mood softened again. like it hadn’t cracked at all.

but it had. and the uneasy feeling lingered.

a/n: another long ish chapter! hope you guys are enjoying <333 rafe trying to sus out if he'll be forgiven lollll

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Always: John Carter x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @anna-bailey @ofsoapsuds @queenslandlover-93 @gemofspace

Summary: You and John discuss the reasons behind your dancing.

Companion piece to:

Dreamer (NSFW) - John dreams of you when he's with someone else.

Little John - You try to keep John's mind off the task at hand.

The First One Is Always The Hardest - You comfort John after the death of a patient.

Forget-Me-Nots - John wakes up hung over in a strange bed and with an unexpected memento of the night before.

Speak Your Truth - John speaks his truth in the aftermath of a tragedy.

Trauma - John makes a realisation after his confession.

Fever - John gets more than he bargained for when he attends a friend's stag party in a Chicago Speakeasy.

Minx (NSFW) - John had no idea he had such a deviant little minx on his hands.

It takes John almost an hour to remove the gems and pasties from your chest. You lie with your head on his lap as he sits with his back against the headboard, lightly dabbing them with a warm, damp wash cloth to remove the adhesive. When they loosen he picks each one up carefully, depositing it into a glass he’s set on the nightstand to collect them for reuse.

“Does it hurt?” He asks you, his fingertips tracing over the red marks left on your skin.

“No.” You say drowsily. “It’s just sensitive from the adhesive.”

He picks up the moisturizer from the nightstand, squeezing it into his palms, rubbing them together to heat it. The scent of pine and cedar wood floods your senses as he spreads it gently over your breasts, smoothing it into your delicate flesh in gentle circles. You moan at the sensation and he leans in close, placing a kiss on the tip of your nose.

“I thought I wore you out.” He murmurs, the edges of his mouth tipping up into a smile.

“You did.” You mumble, stretching like a cat across the mattress. “I just like how good it makes me feel when you have your hands on me.”

“Well I like making you feel good.” He says, reaching underneath his pillow and pulling out the white Northwestern cut off he wears to bed. “You wanna put that on? Save your nipples from further harm?”

“A true gentleman.” You say as you sit up. He helps you into the shirt and it drapes over your form like it meant for you, clinging to your curves as your tousled hair falls in a wave over your features.

“Perfect.” He whispers because having you here in his bed, it’s like every single one of his wildest dreams are coming true. He draws back the sheets and you climb underneath, snuggling down into the plush pillow as he tucks the quilt carefully around you before following suit. His arm wraps around you, drawing you into the shelter of his  of his body, your bare legs tangling with his.

“Tell me about the burlesque.” He requests, his nose trailing along yours. “We both know that is certainly not the first time you’ve done it.”

His brain is still trying to reconcile with everything that’s happened tonight. From the moment he saw you up on that stage to right here, right now where you’re wearing his clothes, sleeping in his bed.

“It started in college, I have a friend whose been on the circuit since the revival, she teaches classes. Initially it was something to do to unwind and as it turns out I’m really freaking good at it. She needed a support act for one of her shows and I realised I could actually make a lot of money doing it.” You say quietly as his fingertips brush an errant strand of hair back behind your ear. “While I enjoy it, burlesque is something that I do to pay my living costs. The scholarship only covers med school and minimal living expenses, stuff like rent but not utilities or food. So doing a show or two every couple of months usually means I can eat and stay warm, focus on my studies. The fact they’re so exclusive always makes sure it’s a packed event so the billing is higher which means I can go longer between acts.”

It feels like you’ve just punched him right in the chest. The two of you have been through three years of med school together and this is the first time he’s ever had the inclination that you were struggling financially.

The things you’re talking about, they’re things he’s never had to worry about. There’s always been a roof over his head, enough food to eat, a credit card to pay for whatever he wants. He’s never had to go cold, or hungry, try to balance school work with a job. The thought of you experiencing any of those things, it wounds him. It feels like someone’s plunged a scalpel into his chest and cut him wide open.

“That look on your face right now… That’s why I never told you.” You say, your fingertips tracing over the tiny freckles that line his handsome features. “It’s hard enough being the scholarship kid at a private university, I don’t need the one person I actually give a shit about looking at me like I’m a charity case.”

“You are certainly not a charity case.” He says firmly, planting kisses on your cheeks, your chin, your jaw. “You are dedicated, determined and I am very proud of your ingenuity. You found away to make it work on your terms, not anyone else’s and that’s why I love you Crys, everything you do, it’s all you. You inspire me, you truly do.”

Your fingers thread through his hair as his mouth seeks out yours, rolling you onto your back underneath him. The heat of his bareness radiates through the thin fabric of the Northwestern cut off, warming your skin as you sigh contently at his proximity. You can’t describe what it feels to be like this with him, to be the focus of his affection.

“This is why I love being with you. You’re so open with your feelings, so honest. That realness, it’s what makes you such a good person and it’s going to help you become a great doctor. I just know it.” You tell him as you look into those fathomless dark eyes of his.

“One could even say you love me.” He murmurs, his lips brushing over the corner of your mouth before his lips start to wander again.

“You know I do.”  You whisper, your fingers digging into his back as his teeth graze that perfect spot, the one that makes you just a little crazy when he bites down. “I always have John, I always will.”

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[gingiesworld]

We Never Argue

Elizabeth Olsen x Fem Reader

Warnings: Not really any other than Lizzie trying to cause an argument but failing

AN: Just another one shot from my wattpad account. Im sorry I haven't quite been motivated to write anything new in a while guys

18+ MINORS DNI

Y/N pov

When I came home from work this morning I saw my beautiful fiancé and scarlett both sitting in the sofa with some coffee. I had just come home from doing a night shift at the station and I am tired. I go into the kitchen to get myself a beer out of the fridge since technically its my evening now. I walk into the living room and sit down next I Lizzie.

"Hey baby." I said as I kissed her cheek.

"Hi love bug." She said as she pressed a gentle kiss to my lips.

"Oh hi Scar, it's so good to see you." Scarlett said sarcastically making both lizzie and I laugh.

"Oh hi Scar, would you like a welcome kiss too?" I teased her with a smirk which resulted in Lizzie playfully slapping my arm laughing. "So what brings you here?"

"Oh just Colin being an obnoxious twat. All we seem to do now is argue even over the smallest thing." She said as she took a sip of her coffee. "Anyway isn't it too early to be drinking. Its only 9am."

"Well I just finished work and I dont start my shift until 8pm tonight." I said taking a sip of my beer which she just nodded.

"How do you guys do it?" She asked us both as we just looked at each other.

"Do what?" Lizzie and I said in unison looking at Scarlett.

"You know, you guys have the perfect relationship. I don't think I've ever known you to argue. Well lizzies never complained about you." Scar said as she looked between us.

"Well I don't know really." Lizzie said with a smile.

"I just guess we have a very strong understanding of each other. We both understand the importance of our jobs and we both try to put a lot of effort into our relationship." I said truthfully.

"I don't follow." Scar said making me chuckle.

"Well, I know pretty much all of her tells, like of she's irritated at something so I just tend to give her her favourite anchovies on toast. It always makes her feel better even if it does taste horrible." I said with a smile.

"It doesn't taste horrible." Lizzie said with a small pout.

"Well each to their own I guess." I said as I gave her a sweet kiss making her smile.

"See that right there. It was like a little disagreement. If you didn't watch that whole interaction with you two you wouldn't have thought you dissed her favourite snack." Scar said as she slightly bounced in her seat.

"I just guess we can't argue." Lizzie said with a shrug.

"That's sickening." Scar said with a scowl making us both laugh. "How about we make it a threesome?" She said jokingly.

"I think im good. I have the woman I need right here." I said as I looked at lizzie.

"Well I'm going home because I can't stand to be in the same room as you're perfect relationship anymore." She said with a huff. "Well I'll see you guys later." We both watched as she walked herself out of our house.

"Do you think it's normal that we never argue?" Lizzie asked as she turned to face me

"Yeah, I guess. I just like to think that we're soul mates." I told her as I finished my beer. "Well I'm going to get a shower and sleep OK baby." I gave her a soft kiss before heading up to our bathroom.

Lizzie's pov

I just watched as my fiancé walked upstairs to our room. Is it normal that we don't argue. I just dont really know. Pretty much every couple I know argue at least 5 times in their relationship but we haven't argued once. So I got the crazy idea that when she goes to work tonight I'm going to do some things to try and cause an argument for when she comes home tomorrow. So for the rest of the day I plotted in my head what I could do to make her mad. So I decided to hide away all of her beer out of the fridge in the cupboard under the stairs knowing that will be the first thing she will go for in the morning. As I was running around like a mad woman I didn't hear Scar make her way into our house.

"Whatcha doing?" She asked curiously.

"I don't know. Its just that every couple I know has arguments and we don't seem to have any. Whenever we have a small disagreement it doesn't really count as arguing because in the end she always agrees with me." I told her which just made her laugh. "Would you be quiet she's still asleep."

"Oh sorry, what time does she wake up?" She asked me making me check the time.

"Shit. She'll be in the shower now. I best start dinner. Would you like to stay?" I ask her as we both make our way into the kitchen.

"Yeah sure. I think I might just stay tonight. I want to see what happens in the morning." She said with a smirk making me chuckle. I decided on doing some pasta today, something simple and filling so she's energised for work.

"Mmm that smells gorgeous love." Y/N said as she wrapped her arms around my waist. I naturally leaned back into the touch as she pressed a kiss to my neck.

"Well I hope it tastes as good as it smells." I said with a smirk as i started to plate it up.

"Why is there three plates. Do we have company?" She asked me. Both scarlett and I laugh because she literally walked past her and didn't realise Scar was here. When she shot her head around Scar just done a small wave to her.

"I honestly don't know how your a detective when your not very observant." Scar said with a smirk.

"Well I'm sorry that my first thought after I wake up is to see my beautiful fiancé." She said with a smile making me blush. Lucky I was facing away from them to notice.

"Well dinner is served so stop bickering children." I told them both as I sat there plates in front of them. The three of us all ate in a comfortable silence while I kept thinking of ways to make her argue with me. As soon as we had all finished Y/N went upstairs to finish getting ready for work. She keeps her gun holster in her safe underneath our bed. I know the code to it incase I need to use the spare that's in there whenever she's at work. She taught me how to shoot it on our fourth date and let me tell you. The way she held my waist and guided my arms to help with aim as well as her breathing on my neck. Well let me tell you that was our first time together, and it was the best sex I ever had. I made her sandwiches and handed it to her as she was on her way out.

"I'll see you tomorrow my love." She said as she gave me a kiss. "I love you mi amor."

"I love you too baby. Be safe." I said as I watched her walk out the door and get in her car. When i returned to the kitchen to clean up Scar was already doing it.

"Hey thats my job." I told her as I crossed my arms across my chest.

"Well I'm doing it so take the night off." She told me as she splashed me.

Then I remembered the perfect way for her to argue, I already got rid of her beer the only other thing she loves to have when she comes home is cuddles off me. "So what else do you plan on doing to try and make her mad?" Scar asked as she dried her hands grabbing the wine and two glasses.

"Well she her love language is touch." I said with a smirk.

"Ok I don't need that picture in my head." Scar said before I could finish making me laugh.

"No not that you dirty minded fucker. I'm not gonna give her her morning cuddles." I said with a smile.

"Really, that's the best you can come up with. What happened to hiding her favourite hoodie. Smashing her favourite cup or hiding her xbox." She said with an unimpressed look.

"Well I already stole her favourite hoodie. And I can't smash her favourite cup or hide her xbox because that's just mean." I said as I glared at her for suggesting it.

"Well try and give her the silent treatment when she comes home. She'll soon get pissed off wondering what she did wrong." She told me making me realise that is perfect.

"You're right. That is genius thank you Scar." I told her as I gave her a bone crushing hug.

"I really can't wait for tomorrow now." She said with a smirk.

We both decided it was time to call it a night. When I woke up the next morning, I was excited to see if she would argue. Both scarlett and I sat on the sofa watching some TV while having a coffee waiting for Y/N to come home. And right on cue she comes home and goes straight to the fridge. I'm trying hard to keep a stoic expression on my face.

"Love, did you guys finish the beer last night?" She asked as she walked up behind the sofa. I just ignored her while scarlett had a smirk on her face. "It's OK I can just buy some more. I hope you girls had fun last night."

I was really struggling at keeping a straight face. She doesn't seem to want to argue at all. So I'm guessing it's the silent treatment.

"Did you guys have breakfast already?" She asked as she sat down in a chair with a cup of coffee.

"Yeah, we woke up pretty early this morning." Scar said matter of factly

"Ok, well I'm going to get a shower ok love." She said as she came over to give me a kiss which I turned my head and she caught my cheek instead. She just shrugged her shoulders and went up stairs.

"Why won't she argue?" I asked scarlett clearly frustrated by my perfect fiancé.

"I don't know. It seems like she just really loves you." She told me quietly.

"Even the silent treatment isn't working?" I said as I ran my hands through my hair.

"Well maybe I don't know. Well I'm going to go home now and silently envy your relationship." She said which made me chuckle as she made her way over to the door. I made my way into the kitchen I didn't hear her come down until I felt her arms wrap around me. I almost melted into her touch but then I remembered the plan. I removed myself from her embrace and went to make a fresh pot of coffee.

"Love, have I done something wrong?" She asked with a furrowed brow. I just ignored her and carried on with my task. "Please mi amor, I can't fix it if I don't know what I did." I honestly started to feel bad making her feel like she done something to upset me. "Please tell me love, I've missed hearing your voice this morning. It's the best part of my day coming home to you."

I honestly melted and gave in at her words. So I decided to tell her the truth.

"We never argue like normal couples. I've been trying to get you to argue with me." I said as I walked to where I stashed the beer and gave her one. "I started by hiding your beer since I know you're a creature of habit and want one every morning after you finish your shift. But that didn't work obviously. So I thought the silent treatment would work but that didn't either. I just want to know why we don't argue." I had started to raise my voice at her without realising.

"Ok love, we don't argue because whenever we have a disagreement, we see it from the others perspective before it blows out of proportion. Like what your doing now." She said calmly as she made her way over to me.

"Just one heated argument is all I want so we could have amazing make up sex afterwards." I said with a slight blush.

"Well if you wanted amazing sex I could definitely help there." She said with a smirk.

"No I wanted make up sex. Its more exciting than normal sex." I told her as I walked away from her.

"Ok so what other ideas did you have to make us argue?" She asked me calmly.

"Well I thought about smashing your favourite mug." I said shyly.

"My thundercats mug." She said quietly. I watched as she moved to the cupboard where we keep our mugs and she handed me the mug. "I love you baby."

"I love you too." I told her softly.

"Oh no I was talking to the mug. I don't know how I'm gonna feel about you after you do this." She said waving her hands at me making me chuckle. I looked at the mug before I threw it the wall making it shatter. I watched her face change through so many different emotions. I was expecting a shouting match but I was surprised when she started crying. I quickly walked over to her and hugged her tightly.

"Shh it's ok. I'll get you another one." I whispered as I hugged her close.

"You can't they don't make them anymore." She said between sobs.

"Huh i guess we can't really argue." I realised as she just looked at me in disbelief.

"Really you couldn't have realised that before you murdered my mug." She said sternly which just made me chuckle as I kissed the top of her head.

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[koyagifs]

sometimes

pairing: mingi x reader au: 9th member | idol | poly genre: angst with comfort word count: 1.9k synopsis: you release a song for every member on their birthday while they are away in the military warning(s):

You were huffing, doing your best to catch your breath as you stared out at the crowd. A wide smile stretched across your lips as you took in the sea of faces filling the arena.

"Atiny, how are we doing tonight?" you asked into the microphone.

The crowd erupted, their cheers echoing through the venue and making you giggle. "Ah, I love the energy here tonight. It’s so... how do you say it?"

You said the word in Korean, and the translator quickly followed in English, earning another round of cheers.

Pulling out your earpiece, your hand landed on your hip casually.

"I’m going to be here for a few days before heading to New York for the next stop. What should I visit while I’m here?"

The crowd erupted again, shouting out places all at once—unaware that you already had plans with someone.

You smiled, eyes scanning the front rows as you walked toward the edge of the stage. Then, with a small hop, you jumped down to the floor. The fans closest to you went wild, their screams reaching new heights as a guard quickly moved to stay close behind you.

Your gaze landed on an Atiny wearing your aniteez headband. Grinning, you stepped closer and held the mic out to them.

"Uh… holy shit, Yn, I’m so nervous right now," they blurted out, voice trembling with excitement.

The crowd erupted in laughter, and you laughed with them, reaching out toward the fan. Without missing a beat, they laced their fingers with yours, their hand trembling slightly in yours.

Lifting the mic back to your lips, you smiled. "It’s okay," you said gently. "What’s your name?"

They told you their name, voice shaking with nerves. You leaned in a little closer, your grip still gentle around their hand.

"Well, hi there, Andy," you said with a grin. "What’s a good place to visit while I’m in Atlanta?"

Andy gulped, visibly nervous as they leaned toward the microphone. "I know you like aquariums… so I suggest the Georgia Aquarium," they said, their voice small but sincere.

The crowd erupted into cheers again, some even shouting in agreement. You smiled warmly, clearly touched.

"The Georgia Aquarium, huh?" you repeated, nodding thoughtfully. "You did your research, huh, Andy?"

Andy laughed shyly, and you gave their hand a light squeeze before lifting it in the air like they’d just won a prize. "Give it up for Andy, everyone!"

The arena roared, chanting their name for a moment. Andy looked like they might cry, and you leaned in once more.

"Thank you," you said quietly, just for them. "That was really sweet."

Then you glanced up at the crowd again, eyes sparkling. "Alright, well I guess I know where I’m going this weekend!"

You gave Andy’s hand one final squeeze before gently letting go. As you made your way back toward the stage with your guard trailing behind, you turned around one last time and blew them a kiss, earning a new wave of screams.

Back on stage, you slid your earpiece back in and looked out at the audience with a grin that didn’t fade.

"Okay! Let’s keep this night going, yeah?"

Cheers erupted again as the next song’s intro played in your ear. The big screen behind you lit up, beginning a short, playful montage of you and Mingi—moments from rehearsals, silly backstage clips, and clips the fans had never seen before.

You turned toward the crowd, eyes twinkling. "After all, it is Mingi oppa’s birthday today!"

The cheers doubled in volume, a wave of signs and banners for him popping up across the crowd.

You laughed, pausing just long enough to let the moment build. "And we all know what I do for their birthdays!"

The crowd roared in anticipation—and then, the lights softened, the opening chords echoing through the arena.

You stepped into the center of the stage as the first line of “sometimes” left your lips, warm and steady. Immediately, the atmosphere shifted. The energy in the room quieted, focused entirely on you.

The screens above glowed with clips of you and Mingi—laughing on tour, dancing backstage, him hyping you up in the studio, goofy selfies from years back. The fans reacted to each memory, some gasping, others clutching their lightsticks closer as they began to sway in time with the melody.

You jumped on Mingi before he could even react, and he let out a surprised grunt, stumbling back a step before catching you easily. His laughter bubbled up as he wrapped his arms around you tightly, holding you like he’d been waiting for that hug for far too long.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, the familiar warmth of him flooding your senses. His scent hit you immediately—clean, sharp, unmistakably him, but now tinged with something else. Military. Discipline. Distance.

You hated it.

You hated how it reminded you he hadn’t been around the way he used to. You hated that it smelled like separation, like time lost. But you held on anyway. Because underneath it all—under the starch and formality—was still Mingi. Your Mingi.

The one who always showed up when it mattered.

And right now, he was here. With you. In the flesh.

He gently set you down, your heel still arched so you stayed close enough to almost touch him. “Come on, stink, let’s get you to shower,” he said, his voice low and amused.

You huffed softly, pressing closer to his chest. “Shower with me,” you murmured, resting your head against him. “I hate the smell of the military on you.”

Mingi chuckled, his arms tightening around your waist. “Is that an order, or a plea?”

You smirked up at him. “Maybe a little bit of both.”

He shook his head, grinning. “Alright, troublemaker. Let’s go wash this day off together.”

You smiled against his skin, feeling the tension melt away as you let yourself be held—finally home.

-

You stared down at the markings on your chest, a quiet pride settling over you. A soft smile tugged at your lips as Mingi stood behind you, his eyes never leaving your reflection in the mirror.

He was captivated—taking in every curve, every detail, silently admiring your beauty.

The warmth in his gaze made your heart flutter, a shared moment of reverence and closeness passing between you without a word. He reached for you, his lips trailing softly over your skin, making you giggle.

“Mingi, stop it,” you said, playful but breathless, trying to keep a straight face.

Mingi chuckled against your skin, his breath warm as he nuzzled your collarbone.

“Can’t help it,” he murmured, voice low and teasing. “You’re too irresistible.”

You squirmed slightly, but stayed close, letting him trace lazy kisses down your neck.

“Maybe I’ll have to teach you some self-control,” you teased back, glancing over your shoulder with a sly smile.

His hand slid around your waist, pulling you even closer. “Good luck with that, stink.”

You laughed softly, heart pounding as his lips found yours in a slow, sweet kiss—full of promise and quiet affection.

His hands moved gently, tracing patterns along your sides as the kiss deepened, slow and tender but charged with the kind of electricity that made your skin tingle. You leaned into him, your fingers threading into the soft fabric of his shirt.

“Been waiting too long for this,” he whispered against your lips, his voice husky.

You smiled against him, feeling the steady beat of his heart through his chest. “Me too.”

He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, a softness there that made your breath catch. “No more waiting. From now on, I’m not letting go.”

You nodded, your smile widening. “Good. Because neither am I.”

The moment stretched, warm and safe, a promise sealed not with words but with the quiet understanding between two people who had been apart too long.

Outside, the city pulsed with life, but here, in this small room filled with whispered touches and gentle laughter, time seemed to slow just for you.

-

You stood in front of Mingi, the buzz of the airport fading into a muffled hum behind you. Tears stung at your eyes, blurring the edges of his figure. Both of you wore masks and hats, doing your best to hide from the world—but nothing could hide the ache settling deep in your chest.

God, this sucked.

Mingi looked at you like he was memorizing everything—your eyes, the tilt of your head, the way your hands trembled ever so slightly at your sides. His own hands were clenched in the straps of his backpack, like if he let go, he'd fall apart.

“I hate this,” you whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear over the distant announcements and rolling luggage.

His eyes softened behind the brim of his hat. “Me too.”

You looked down, blinking hard. “I know this is part of it, but it doesn’t make it easier.”

“I’d stay if I could,” he said, and his voice cracked just enough to shatter something in you.

His hands reached up, cupping your cheeks gently as the tears finally spilled, warm and unrelenting. His thumbs brushed them away like it would somehow stop the ache building in your chest.

“We’re so proud of you, baby,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “So fucking proud.”

You sniffled, unable to say anything as your fingers clenched tightly around your Bbyeongming keychain. It dug slightly into your palm, grounding you.

“I don’t feel strong,” you admitted, your voice trembling. “I feel like I’m falling apart.”

He leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours, the edges of his mask brushing yours. “That’s okay. You don’t have to be strong all the time. That’s why you have us.”

Your grip on the keychain tightened further as you closed your eyes, drawing in a shaky breath that caught on the lump in your throat.

“Hey,” Mingi said softly, his thumbs still brushing your cheeks, voice rough but steady. “Think of it this way, princess…”

You opened your eyes, barely able to meet his.

“You’ve still got Jongho, Hongjoong, and Wooyoung left to see. They’re all dying to have you back. And you—” he paused, his lips twitching into a faint smile behind his mask, “you have no idea how much this means to me. Just… getting to see you again, even for a little while. Watching you up there—on stage, where you shine the brightest…”

His voice trailed off, but the way he looked at you said everything his words couldn’t.

You felt the tears bubble up again, but this time, they weren’t from pain—they were from the weight of his love. From the way he believed in you so deeply, even when you were struggling to believe in yourself.

“I just… I wish you could see yourself the way we all do,” he added, his hand drifting down to rest over yours, still clenched around the keychain. “You’re the light in every room. Even mine.”

You nodded slowly, biting your lip to keep it from trembling. “You’ll watch the shows, right?”

“Every damn one,” he promised, grinning. “Even if I have to stream them from a busted bunk with terrible Wi-Fi.”

A laugh escaped through your tears.

He kissed the top of your head one last time. “Now go show them why you’re ours.”

And then, he turned—each step heavier than the last—until he disappeared behind security.

But his words echoed in your chest, louder than the ache. You’re the light in every room. And for him—for all of them—you’d keep shining.

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[howi99]

God of Darkness: *smirk* You are afraid, that's why you can't leave. It's ok Jaune, i understand.

God of Light: *gentle smile* We have been watching you your whole life. We were watching when you were born. We were watching when you took your first steps.

Jaune: *looking down, not turning around*

God of Darkness: We watched you when you first went to school. *Chuckle* And that time you lost your first tooth. You can't leave Jaune.

Blacksmith: *whispering to herself, unable to choose for him* Please go...

God of Light: You belong here.

Blacksmith: You can do it!

Both gods: *both extend their hands toward him* With us. *Seeing him not moving* Talk to us, say something.

Jaune: ...

Both: *laughing* Say something us damn it, we are your gods! We can give you everything you wish for!

Team RWBY+NRO: *wondering if Jaune will leave the ever after or not*

Jaune: *turning back, looking up at the gods* ... In case i don't see ya, good afternoon good evening and good night. *Smile*

The gods: *losing their smile, angry to see their favorite toy getting away*

Jaune: *laugh* Yep! *Bow, before theatrically leaving them, as he takes the portal the blacksmith opened for him*

Blacksmith: *laughing, knowing full well this meant Remnant would never have to deal with her capricious sons again*

[svt-ara]

ara and hoshi have been good at hiding. the galances and the stolen touches. to the world they are just two idols in the same group— nothing more. but behind the cameras and the eyes of others, the two steals seconds that taste like freedom and what love looks like. maybe today, lying side by side on the cold floor they'll forget the world watching for a moment.

𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗘 fluff, a lil bit of angst cuz they always have to hide

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 secret relationship, mild language and that's all i think

𝗪𝗖 1.3k

𝗔𝗡 its soo late and i don't even know if what i wrote makes sense but i felt ispired and i couldn't let it go. hope yall like it

꒰୨ 𝓜asterlist ୧꒱

ara and hoshi have been together for awhile now, they were used to hiding.

they were used to hide the loving gazes they give themselves when someone who doesn't know— and doesn't have to know— was around. they were used to hide the intimate touches when they were touch-deprived for too long in front of the cameras. hoshi is known for being clingy, a tight hug or a squeeze of cheeks every now and then wasn't a big deal— neither for fans or for the staff. the members were used to the random times they disappear during one of their night outs drinking, hiding between the shadows just for a cuddle or for a pick on the lips that they didn't want to show.

you have to call others fools if they didn't notice anything at all— it wasn't obvious, they were good keeping everything lowkey. ara was good, hoshi on the other side had his times.

there were days where he was good at keeping his cool, just some gazes lingering on your face for a couple of seconds or his giggles when you had something fun to say. he was the frist to knock you off if the jokes weren't funny at all, leaving an awkward grin on your lips.

then, there were other days when everything you did was too cute for him to handle, he had to show how whipped and proud he was for her girlfriend.

[ friday, hybe building ]

ara bowed as she put her feet in the big room, greeting whoever was in there— members, staff, backup dencers. her brows frowned as bliding lights met her eyes but she had to recompone herself quickly noticing the cameras already rolling, pointed straight on her face. ara showed her best smile as she waved her hand to greet carats but her gaze was already searching for something, or— better say— someone. her typical crescent moon eyes were the last thing the camera captured.

her steps seemed a little bit rushed trowards someone, someone who lowkey was already waiting for the girl as soon as her face peeked through the door.

«am I the last one to arrive? were y'all waiting for me?» her hands rushed to her tracksuits pockets, freeing her hands from her iphone and the mask she was wearing minutes ago. her gaze pointed down, locking eyes with the brunette guy who was comfortably sitting on the small couch almost taking all the space with his legs wide open.

«we weren't starting yet» hoshi didn't seem really interested on what she had to say— he was more invested on how she looked. her long brown hair covered the half of her face making him squint his nose lightly, he needed to see what was his.

that's why his hand naturally reached her hair, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. ara blinked as his fingers gently brushed against her cheeks, its was quick— so quick that no one would've noticed if they weren't looking— but her breath still got caught for a second, both for the gentle contact and beacuse of the fear. the fear to be seen, to be exposed.

sometimes she wished they could just stop pretending, stop hiding, stop waiting for stolen seconds when none was looking— or hope no one was doing it. sometimes she wished she could've just show their innocent love folding in front of everyone eyes— it was only silent.

«yah hoshi, quit laying on the couch!» dino's voice broke the unspoken tension between the two '96 liners, snapping both of them back to the loud dance pratice room. ara galanced back as she was just facing the brunette guy, clearing her throat— an attempt to not let the awkwardness of the situation reach her cheeks.

«yah, you!» hoshi pointed at the maknae, finally getting up from the couch he was sitted on for too long, reaching him. sometimes ara was happy about how he reacted to these kind of teasing, shifting the attention to him instead of her— that would just be a mass of embarrassment and red cheeks.

ara let out a quiet breath, almost as if she had been holding it the entire time she stood there, relieved that the attention was no longer on her— or so she thought. she didn't dare to look at hoshi again, not after how the skin of his hand intimately brushed againist the skin of her full cheeks.

she turned slightly, pretending to adjust the sleeves of her tracksuit as her eyes followed the backup dancers warming up pretending she was already on work mode, pretending she wasn't thinking about him. the music started, the boys spread across the room in their usual chaotic energy, some joking, some stratching and some yawning as if they hadn't slept in days.

ara followed behind silently, moving to her spot on the pratice floor. the sound of her sneakers scraping lightly againist the polished wood as she stole one last galance trowards him laughing at something seungkwan had said, already back to being his normal self. pratice went on as usual— sweat, laughing and some horribile jokes. ara moved with precision her body, focused enough to not get scolded.

when they finally got their five-minute break, ara collapsed on the floor catching her breath. she stared at the cealing for few seconds, blinking slowly and arms streached out. «ten minutes, i just need the minutes to come back to life» she muttered under her breath, not really talking to anyone. the coreography of super was pretty insane.

it didn't take long before she heard footsteps approaching her. a shadow blocked her view of the cealing and before she could even react hoshi was already above her, his arms wrapping her waist. the weight of his body pressing on ara's chest made her wincing in pain, her head lifted slightly from the floor.

«yah, there are cameras still rolling» she hissed. her voice was sharp but still low, she didn't want to catch the attention of anyone. hoshi just chuckled softly in response, leaning on the girl a little closer.

«they're off» he said, an hint on uncertain could be heard in his voice «i think» ara face snapped back to boy as best she could've. «you think?» on of her eyebrow slightly raised, «not really the kind of certainty i need when youre pratically on top of me» her tone was ironic, but everyone could also hear the hint of nervousness that laced around.

the boy didn't moved at frist, he just stared up at her with the familiar playfull spark that decorated his dark pupils often, the kind that always made her feel like she was seconds away from giving in. and probably that's what she liked the most in him, the playful spark he never seems to lose attracted her.

then, with a dramatic sight, he moved beside her lying down the cold wood floor like they weren't both sweaty and being watched— maybe, ara felt that. their fingers barely brushed against each other, not fully touching. «i missed this, even if you're always around» hoshi murmured, his voice softer now that she even struggled for a moment trying to catch what he said.

but she didn't say anything, she didn't give him a proper answer— he didn't need to have one. her gaze shifted from the cling down to his figure laying on the floor with arms and legs wide. her lips curved just a little, almost like they were being shy, like they wanted to be a secret too.

[yasministration]

mina's marauders fic recs

for the second quarter of 2025 - before anyone says anything, i know most of these recs are from my muts, but that's just because i'm not exposed to their work. so if anyone has good blogs to check out, please share them!!

bloodmoon, part 2 - remus lupin, by @aetherraeyes

For whatever reason, Remus couldn’t bear the idea of even being in the same room as you. His body had been telling him why, but clearly he needed it spelt out for him.

does it hurt a lot - james potter, by @ticifics

His blue eyes shine behind crooked glasses, an angelic smile plastered on his lips, as if he weren’t the one responsible for the state you’re in now. As if he hadn’t been there, just a few hours ago, with his hot breath against your skin, his hands firmly gripping your waist while the world crumbled around you.

hit me where it hurts the most - sirius black, by @agreeewrites

As the eldest daughter of the Rowle family and twin to the notorious Thorfinn Rowle, you are expected to embody elegance and perfection within the exclusive world of pureblood aristocracy. Yet, you can’t seem to avoid clashing with Sirius Black, the disgraced heir of the ancient and noble House of Black. One fateful New Year’s Eve, Rabastan Lestrange, a suitor your parents dream of, finally takes notice of you, offering the promise of security and prestige. But that same night, your simmering hatred for Sirius ignites into something far more dangerous. Now, you’re faced with a devastating choice: the safety of a life bound by duty, or the

the way i see you - remus lupin, by @g1rld1ary

you're an artist, but you never let any of your friends see your work. they finally attend one of your exhibits and see your feelings on paper

warm - james potter, by @wintrsoul

your friends never understood why you were still hanging out with James despite your split up, or which the three times your friends had questioned the reality of your relationship with James, and the one time they didn't.

bothersome - james potter, by @g1rld1ary

you and james can't help but bother each other whenever you sit together in class

tell me you will believe me, pt 2 - marauders, by @colouredbyd

Your visions as a Seer used to be harmless—until they turned dark. Now, you find yourself caught between protecting the people you love and the terrifying truth only you can see. and - After your vision reveals the traitor, you’re caught between clinging to what once was and the heartbreak that follows. The people you love are trying to hold you together—but healing only comes when you let yourself feel the pain first.

we will be okay // pt. 2 - marauders, by @colouredbyd

After days of silence, you’re attacked and left broken. Only then do the Marauders realize what they’ve done. Their apologies remind you that, even in darkness, you're not alone. and - After your attack, you pull away, wounds still aching beneath fragile skin. But love finds you again, gentle and patient, slipping through the cracks you thought would never heal. Happiness blooms slowly, fragile and fierce, proof that even after ruin, there can still be light.

rumour has it // undeniably and secretly yours // say it loud - james potter, by @kjhbsies

James Potter is in a secret relationship with Y/N, but things spiral when someone mistakes Regulus Black for Y/N’s boyfriend and spreads the rumor around Hogwarts. How far will he go before he can’t take it anymore?

the boy is mine - poly!wolfstar, by @colouredbyd

you’re quiet by nature, content in the background—until someone pushes too far. When a girl flirts with Remus, something shifts. With one kiss and a quiet claim, you remind everyone exactly who he ( and Sirius) belong to.

hear me howling - remus lupin, by @ghostedgwen

Obsessed with magical creatures and late-night snacks, you accidentally discover Remus Lupin's furry problem, so you begin leaving him gifts and treats to ease your guilt. Only, he knows it's you and it's a seemingly endless waltz around the truth for your entirety at Hogwarts.

the photo in his wallet - sirius black, by @godricgryffinsnore

When a picture of his girl falls out of Sirius Black’s wallet, Remus and James seize the opportunity of a lifetime—and Sirius? Well, he doesn’t go down without screaming. And you? You grab the perfect opportunity to tease the shit out of him.

loving is easy - remus lupin, by @dismalflo

Being friends with idiots is hard. how long will it take them to realise you and Remus are dating? or a series of events where you become progressively more obvious.

i hate you, i’m sure \\ pt.2 \\ pt. 3 - sirius black, by @dismalflo

For years, you’ve hated Sirius. But when Regulus and James make an announcement, tempers flare until you reach your breaking point.

p.s i still love you \\ p.s do you still love me \\ p.s he still can’t know - james potter, by @monserelates

You find an old letter James wrote to you during fifth year confessing he loved you but never sent. You're now dating someone else. Chaos ensues.

“I kiss rougher than y/n does” - sirius black, by @ddejavvu

introducing your child to the marauders - sirius black, by @ellecdc

the trap - sirius black, by @ellecdc

27 kisses with rosekiller - rosekiller, by @ervotica

don’t you like me too, sirius? - sirius black, by @hirayalore

this fic - remus lupin, by @ellecdc

first i love you - sirius black, by @moonstruckme

[xdanisgfx]

ʚɞ IRL — 32 they wont find us here !

daniela doesn't say anything when she steps into y/n's car. doesn't utter a word when y/n asks if she's comfortable, lets only a hint of a smile show when she cracks a joke, keeps her eyes trained harshly on the road.

y/n can't handle any of it. the air around them was too forced, like being friendly was an act to keep up. but it wasn't hostile either — just unnatural, tense.

y/n brakes abruptly when the red light comes on. she stares at daniela, who still wouldn't spare her a glance. "okay, enough of this. what's wrong?"

no answer. someone crosses on the pedestrian lane in front of them.

the taller of the two sighs, running both hands over her face. "dani, i know we're not close, but seriously. your texts. last night. you're never — never — this quiet."

"green light," daniela mutters.

y/n hits the steering wheel. hard. the latina flinches, head whipping to finally look at her, alarm plastered over her expression. "what the fuck?"

"i don't want to pry but i want to help you," the black haired girl says, hands flying around as she drives. voice gentle although she's frustrated. "daniela, i want to know, i want to make you feel better, and i can't if you won't talk to me or even look at me — we're not best friends but i'm your friend now and i want. to. help."

daniela watches her. hesitant, but genuinely touched that y/n considers them friends even after how daniela acted up with her.

"we're good now, right?" y/n continues, glancing at her. "i'm sorry i missed your text. but you can tell me now, we can hang out, i promise. just... what's going on?"

the half-blonde turns her gaze back to the road, fiddling with her sleeves. "my ex boyfriend found me last night."

silence ensues as y/n lets her words sink in.

"he was really drunk, he- he was yelling at me, on the street, i couldn't understand but he wouldn't let me go and i-" her voice cracks as she explains, tears slipping over her waterline. "i was so scared," daniela whispers. "i didn't end things well with him. y/n, i'm scared he's going to find me and he'll do something, and i-"

"hey, hey, hey," y/n panics, reaching out to pull a tissue from the dashboard. she hands it to the girl, attention flitting between her and the road. "nothing's gonna happen dani. not now. not ever. i'm here, okay?"

lets her blow her nose quietly. calm down. rubs her arm comfortingly.

y/n comes to a decision. "you shouldn't go to work today."

daniela laughs wetly. "we're already on the way."

"no. we're going somewhere else. who cares if one cafe in new york is closed for the day?"

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🩷 + dad's best friend rafe? 😣😣

EMOJI GAME

🩷- pet names and praises

dads!bsf!rafe x bunny!reader

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

She’s folded into his lap like she was meant to be there, arms tucked close to her chest, legs draped over his. She’s in one of his old shirts again, sleeves slipping down past her hands, collar a little too big for her frame. It’s quiet—peaceful—but Rafe can feel something off in the way she fidgets.

He watches her for a long moment, his thumb brushing lazy circles over her knee.

“You’re awfully quiet tonight, sweetheart,” he says gently. “That pretty little brain of yours working overtime again?”

She shakes her head at first, but it’s not convincing—not when she won’t meet his eyes. Not when she’s blinking too fast, holding herself too still. Rafe tilts her chin with two fingers, just enough to catch her gaze.

“C’mon, bun,” he coaxes, voice like warm honey. “You know I can always tell when something’s bothering you. You gonna let me help, or you gonna try to hold it all in again?”

Her eyes well a little—not enough to cry, just enough to give her away. She shrinks into his chest, small and apologetic. “Didn’t wanna seem clingy,” she murmurs.

“Oh, baby,” he sighs, wrapping both arms around her and tucking her in tighter. “You think needing me makes you clingy? Bunny, needing comfort doesn’t make you a burden—it makes you human. And needing me?” He presses a kiss to her temple, voice softening even more. “That’s my favorite thing in the world.”

She lets out the tiniest, broken breath. Her hands twist into the front of his shirt like she doesn’t want to let go.

“You’re always allowed to come to me,” he tells her, gently rocking her like he used to do when she first started trusting him. “Always. I don’t care what time it is. I don’t care if it’s the middle of the night or I’m halfway through something—you need me, you come get me. That’s what I’m here for, sweetheart. That’s what we do.”

She nods slowly against him, and he feels her melt, little by little. Her muscles lose their stiffness, her breath steadies, and her fingers stop twisting with nerves.

“That’s my good girl,” he praises softly, fingers carding through her hair. “So sweet. So soft. You don’t have to do anything special to earn this, bun. Just being you is enough.”

Her head tilts, resting under his chin. He keeps talking, low and steady, like his words are meant to carry her through whatever storm she’s hiding inside.

“You’ve got the kindest heart I’ve ever known. You’re thoughtful, gentle, always tryin’ to do the right thing—even when you’re scared. That’s not weakness, baby. That’s strength. You hear me?”

“Mhmm,” she mumbles, voice small but grateful.

He smiles, stroking her back. “You’re my soft little thing, you know that? My bunny. I’ll always take care of you. Always. You don’t even have to ask.”

Another pause. Then—

“You promise?”

He leans down and kisses the top of her head. “I promise,” he says, without even thinking twice. “I’m not going anywhere. You’re safe with me.”

And she believes him—because when she’s in his arms like this, wrapped up in warmth and praise and the scent of his cologne, it’s the first time her chest doesn’t feel too tight. The first time she doesn’t feel like she has to hold herself together alone.