#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!

[delilaheilish]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ☆ TALK YOU THROUGH IT 𓂃 billie eilish

⤷ phone sex, masturbation, pet names, praise.

in a cozy, dimly lit room, the flickering glow of neon hues bouncing off walls that seem to hold a thousand unspoken secrets. you sink back into the plush cushion of your chair, the softness wrapping around you like a warm embrace. your heart flutters as you reach for the phone, fingers tracing the familiar outline with fondness.

it's a delicate dance, balancing the desire to hear her voice with the knowledge that the distance between you both is vast, an ocean you cannot bridge tonight. but as you press the call button, anticipation blooms in your chest, swelling until it threatens to overflow. her ringtone, a haunting melody that seems to echo with every beat of your heart.

the phone buzzes against your ear, and her voice spills out, rich and husky. "hey, baby," she purrs, and it's as if the world shrinks down to just the two of you.

the sound of her voice sends a jolt straight to your core, heat pooling low in your belly. her words are a seductive caress, stroking over your skin even as miles stretch out between you. you can almost smell the sweet scent of her perfume, almost taste the tang of her lips.

"hi love," you whisper back, feeling a blush creep up your neck as your heart pounds against your ribs. "i miss you so much." it's not just the physical touch you crave—it's the feeling of her, the way she makes you quiver inside.

"i know, babe," she responds, her tone softening. "but i'm right here with you." her voice is a gentle whisper against your ear, as if she's right there beside you. "tell me what you want." your breath catches in your throat as you realize the path this conversation is about to take. but the desire coursing through you is too powerful to resist. you lean back into the chair, fingers creeping down your body, trailing a path of fire over your skin.

"i want you," you confess, voice barely above a whisper. "i want to touch myself, imagining it's your fingers instead of mine." it's a confession, a secret desire spilled out onto the phone lines. billie hums in approval on the other end. "that's my good girl," she praises, her voice laced with desire. "go on, show me how much you want me."

your hand slips beneath the waistband of your shorts, finding the slick heat that's already building. a soft moan escapes your lips as your fingers slide over your clit, circling it with deliberate slowness. "billie," you breathe her name like a mantra, a plea for more. your hips buck into your hand, seeking more of that delicious friction. "god, it's so good."

her laughter is a soft, sultry sound on the other end of the line. "keep going, babe," she urges. "i want to hear every moan, every gasp you make thinking of me."

you comply willingly, fingers working in a rhythm that has your back arching off the chair. every touch sends sparks flying through your body, each stroke of your fingers bringing you closer to the edge.

billie's voice in your ear is a constant source of encouragement, her dirty talk pushing you further into the abyss of pleasure. "that's it, baby," she coos. "cum f’me. let me hear you come undone because of me."

and then it happens, a tidal wave of pleasure crashes over you, rippling through every fiber of your being. you cry out her name, voice shaking with the force of your climax.

as you come down from the high, your breathing slowly returns to normal. you realize billie is still on the line, her voice soft and gentle now. "i'm so proud of you," she murmurs. "you're so fucking beautiful when you let go like that."

her praise wraps around you like a blanket, warming your skin and soothing your racing heart. you close your eyes, a contented smile on your lips. "thank you," you say, your voice filled with affection. "i love you, billie."

"i love you too," she responds, her voice tender. "don't worry, lovey. i'll be back soon. until then, we can make every night count." the line goes silent as you hang up the phone, a satisfied sigh escaping your lips. though she's thousands of miles away, her presence lingers within you, a promise of more to come.

© delilaheilish

💌: well hello. i literally have never written for anyone but the sturniolo triplets this is weird af

[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

[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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[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

[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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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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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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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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the size of baby kent II - roy kent x reader

warnings; pregnancy (dur), giving birth, smut, roy is over protective as hell

part one; finding out + first half of pregnancy part two; second half of pregnancy + birth of baby kent part three; the first few months of baby kent's life

the size of a cantaloupe

"Will you rub my feet?" you ask, wiggling your toes on Roy's lap.

He looks up from his book, ready to say no because he's reading about what to pack in your hospital bag and he's stressed out about getting that together sooner rather than later, but he sees your pout, and looks down at your swollen ankles, and can't bring himself to deny you.

Setting the book aside, he pulls your sore foot into his hand, rubbing the soles gently, working out the muscles like he'd trained for it.

You settle deeper into the couch, watching the romcom you'd put on, and Roy just works away, looking between what he's doing and you, noticing the way your shoulders relax, and how you seem more comfortable.

"Do they hurt?"

"Yeah," you sigh, "pretty much all the time."

"I'm proud of you," he says, smiling, "doing some good work here, baby. Growing our little one, I know it hasn't been easy."

"You big softie," you coo, wiggling your toes at him. He laughs, pushing against the muscle, not hard enough to hurt you but enough to make you kick out of his hold. "Be nice!"

"I stopped what I was doing to rub your grubby little toes," he laughs, running a hand up your thigh. "You know what will really make you feel better?"

"Let me guess..." you laugh as he tugs your arm, bringing you up to sit on his lap, and you feel how hard he is through his boxers. "My feet get you that hard?"

He groans, "No, I was just thinking about how the last time we had sex on this couch I got you pregnant."

"Wanna show me how you did that?"

"My pleasure," he grunts, pulling your face down for a kiss.

His lips move against yours like he's been waiting for this all night, his tongue moves against your lip and you moan, more easily turned on in your condition.

"No teasing," you mumble, "want you in me now."

"Don't worry baby," Roy said, shuffling his boxers down to his knees, and pushing your big t-shirt out of the way. He doesn't bother taking off your panties, just moves them to the side as he lines himself up, fucking himself up into you.

You both moan as you're fully sat on him, wet and warm and tight against him. "Give you everything you want baby," he coos, holding your face in one hand and your hip in the other, helping you rock softly against him. "Just ask and it's yours."

You hover a little, letting Roy do the work of fucking you, and his hand creeps from your hip to your clit, rubbing gentle circles around the sensitive bud.

"Feels so good," you moan, "always make me feel so good."

"Show me," he orders, "show me how good, cum on my lap, yeah? Let me feel it." He kisses all over your face as he talks to you, your own features scrunched up in pleasure. "C'mon baby, show me how good and I'll show you how good."

He presses a little harder on your clit, and it's enough to snap that rubber band of pleasure in your core, and you're clenching up around him, encourage him to coat your walls with his own release.

Roy continues placing kisses over your face, as you slouch against him, his cock slowly softening inside you.

"C'mon, darling, let's go shower. I'll hold the baby up while you enjoy the water."

"You're the best man alive."

the size of an acorn squash

"Okay, mum, how are you feeling?" the doctor asks, looking at your chart as she walks into the room.

You weren't quite due for an appointment yet, but Roy had gotten really worried about the back pain you've been having, it was stopping you from sleeping. So here you were, back on the table, talking to Dr. Lalani.

Roy is beside you, tired but loving as he sweeps his thumb back and forth across your forehead, his other hand holding yours firmly.

"Tired, we're both tired," you say, "I can't sleep and Roy doesn't like falling asleep when I can't."

"Insomnia is common at this stage, and not cause for concern, I know it's hard, but this where you start napping whenever you can, if you're comfortable on the couch, sleep. And you, dad, I know it sucks but you also need to sleep," the doctor puts the chart down, and washes her hands while the ultrasound technician starts up the machines. "I know you wanted to talk about some pain in your back, let's look at that and we'll circle back to sleeping, see if the two aren't related."

You explain the pain, you talk about the pressure, and the anxiety of being a new mom, and the doctor and Roy are both listening so intently.

The ultrasound tech starts looking at the baby while you talk, and you find comfort in seeing your little one moving around.

"I don't think we're experiencing anything that threatens you or the baby," the doctor says, looking at the screen and feeling your stomach. "Baby is looking good, resting where they should be. For the next week I'd like to you try a light yoga routine a few times a day, it's very gentle, I hope that will give some relief for the pain, and it may even help you sleep."

"We'll do it together," Roy says to you, squeezing your hand tight three times.

"Good lad," Dr. Lalani says, looking up at the screen. "Now, for some fun news... would you like to know the sex of the baby?"

You look at Roy, who's nodding slightly, but as always, he's giving you the final say.

"Yes, we would."

"Congratulations, looks like you're going to have a little boy."

And Roy's crying before you even have a chance to process the news. His hands stay on you as the doctor wishes you well and leaves, telling you to book an appointment for a week from now if the yoga doesn't help. The technician cleans you up, hands you a few print outs of the ultrasound, and leaves you to get changed.

Roy's tears are running freely down his face, but he doesn't feel embarrassed, or shameful, this is the best time of his fucking life. Football glory is nothing compared to this. He helps you off the table, and step into your pants, where he pulls them up for you.

"I want to put one of these on my desk," he says, admiring the blurry picture, as you shimmy into your shirt. "I want to see this little fella every chance I get."

"Awh, love," you coo, putting a gentle hand on his cheek, thumbing away the tears.

"A little boy," he mumbles, nuzzling into your palm, "I fucking knew it."

the size of a head of lettuce

"Easy darling, just like that, push your bum out a bit.... there you go, how's that feel?"

You grunt, the easy yoga pose seems harder than it should be, but it's been helping with the aches, and you've been sleeping longer hours since you started, so there was no going back now, tyrant Roy wouldn't let you stop something that's clearly beneficial for you and the baby.

"One more pose, okay? One big back stretch and then I'll make you some french toast before I go, okay?"

Bribing you with french toast was a dirty move, but effective, as you stretch out as much as you can, holding it as Roy counts.

"Now doesn't that feel better?"

You won't look at him, which makes Roy laugh, because yes it does feel better.

As he starts on your toast, you watch him from the counter, chin in your hands as you admire him working away on your breakfast. It's easy to appreciate him, and all he does, especially when he's shirtless, making you food, and just generally taking care of you, and shirtless.

"You're handsome," you coo, "always takin' care of us."

"Well you're doing all the hard stuff, love," he says, leaving the toast to cook for a second while he comes around the counter to pull you into his arms. He kisses you on the forehead, and puts an affection hand over the baby. "And you're doing so well at it."

"Stop it, I was trying to compliment you," you whine, "you've built that lovely nursery, you cook and clean more than I do, and I just work from my computer, you actually go and train the boys all day. You're working so hard."

He smiles, kissing you on the forehead again. "I would do anything for you, both of you. So get used to it because this is what the rest of your life looks like."

He returns to the stove, but turns after a moment. "Well, couple months after the baby's born maybe we can split the cleanin' fifty-fifty again." You just hum in reply, both of you know damn well you'd be doing more now if Roy would let you.

When Roy brings two plates of food over, you're happily digging in, while he seems zoned out.

"Y'okay?" you mumbled, taking another huge bit of food.

"Season starts soon, I just... I don't want to be busy." Roy sighs, pushing some food around on his plate. "I want to be a good dad, I want to be here," he says.

"Baby," you reach out to him, taking his hand in yours. "You're going to be a great father, you already are. You take care of the little guy every chance you get." You give him a reassuring squeeze, and he's looking at you. His eyes hazy with anxiety, but he's listening, waiting for you to go on. "And we're going to do it together. I'll be right by your side every step of the way. All you have to do to be great is care, and you've got that down, my love."

He nods, closing his eyes to let your words sink in. "I love you," he says, bringing your hand up to his mouth to lay a few gentle kisses on the knuckle. "Being with you has been the greatest honour of my life. And the baby, I can't wait to meet him, I hope he's just like you."

"He'll be like us both," you say, smiling. "I've been thinking we need a name for him, I want to start calling him other than little turnip."

"Any ideas?"

"What about Jamie?"

Roy laughs, "shut the fuck up."

"What about Grant?"

He says the name out loud a couple of times, you laugh as he tries is in different tones, as if seeing how it tastes. Roy leans close to your stomach, resting his eye against the bump, holding you by your hips. "Are you a Grant, baby?"

the size of a cauliflower

Tossing and turning, whimpering, you accidentally wake up Roy. He grumbles, trying to wake up, rubbing his eyes, but when he notices your distress, his eyes snap open, and he's gently shaking you awake. Seems like a fucking crime, to wake up you after you've had the hardest time sleeping. But he's worried something's happening.

"Baby, c'mon, you're all right darling," he's cooing, moving his hands up and down your arm as you jolt awake, struggling to take in your surroundings.

You can't help the emotions flowing through you, and you're bursting into tears, letting Roy wrap you in his arms. He's talking to you so sweetly, whispering kind, loving things into your ear, letting you cry away some of the whatever had happened in your sleep.

"What's goin' on, darling? Hm? What happened?"

"What if he doesn't like me?" you whimper, tucking your head into Roy's chest.

"Oh baby," he muses, not needing to ask anymore to know what's happening, and he planted a kiss on your head, "there isn't a world where Grant comes out and doesn't love you more than anyone else. The way you take care of him? Reading to him, high fiving all his little kicks," he never stops rubbing your arms, "He already loves you. There is no one in the world you doesn't fall in love with you the moment they meet you."

"Do you really think that?"

"Do I think that... darling, I spent the first half of our relationship beating off the team."

"You were beating off the team while we were dating?"

"Oh, fucking come off it, beating away the team... I meant, oh you know what I meant, they were all trying to steal you from me. Until I set 'em all straight. Told them the next one to hit on you, even playfully, had to do 20 pushes. The one after that, 40. They didn't learn 'til 120 and their little arms started givin' out."

"But Grant isn't going to be like that, it's different. What if I'm a bad mum," your voice catches in your throat, "what if he can't wait to get away from me."

"Darlin' listen to me," Roy says in a tone that's firm and grounding, breaking you out of the slight panic you were in, "he will love you, because you will love him. You keep him safe, you've been keeping him safe for months and he'll know that. He'll know you're his mum and no one will ever love him more than you do."

"D'you think?"

"Yes darling, I think that. There isn't a person alive who I think is more fit to be a mum than you." Roy kisses against your forehead and holds you close in his arms.

He looks at the clock, he's supposed to be up in two hours for training with Jamie, but he won't take the comfort away from you. Wouldn't dream of leaving you alone to catch some more sleep. He could be tired at training, the season would be starting soon, and he was so worried about this happening when he's away. What will he do? Stay behind? Should he take a step back this season? He didn't know what to do. Didn't know how to protect you from feeling alone.

"I'm sorry I woke you up," you say. Roy looks down at you shocked, and considers you may be able to read his mind.

"No, don't ever be sorry for that. You wake me up for anything, wake me up for a cup of water, I don't mind. I'm here for you."

"I love you, Roy." You snuggle deeper into him, you let his warmth spread comfort throughout your body, you let him into your mind and soul to bring you back down. "There's no one in the world more fit to be a dad than you."

"I barely had one," he whispers, "dunno what I'm doing."

"Just do what you've been doing with Pheebs, s'no different," you murmur, "just have to love 'em and teach 'em and keep 'em safe..."

"Stop trying to comfort me and go back to sleep," he whispers into your hair, smiling against you, "my lovely girl."

the size of a bunch of broccoli

"Keeley, I love you but I am perfectly capable of walking down the steps on my own," you say, hand held tightly in hers as she guides you down the steps of the stadium.

"I know that," she defends, sneaking a look down at Roy, who's staring at the two of you, arms crossed, turned fully away from the play the boys are practicing, "but look at the way he's lookin' at us, s'fucking scary. He's like a predator tracking your every movement." Keeley shudders. "That baby is gunna be the most protected baby the country's ever seen. That includes the royal babies."

"He's a bit protective," you laugh, finally reaching the end of the world's longest staircase, or that's how it feels anyway. And Keeley lets you go, but keeps leading you through the hallways.

"Oi, baby mamma!" Jamie shouts, jogging up to you, wide smile on his face. "I'd hug ya but Roy'd probably come side tackle me before I could grab ye."

You laugh, "hey Jamie, how's pre-season treating you?"

"Ah, s'alright," Jamie smiles, walking alongside you and Keeley, "how's the baby building?"

"S'alright," you mimic, "I'm working on his eyelids now."

"Gross," Jamie laughs, "he just in there with no eyelids?"

"He doesn't just form all at once," Keeley laughs, "it's bit by bit."

"Well, finishing building the lil guy already, I want to meet 'im."

"Only nine weeks to go," you say, running a hand over the bump affectionately. "Feels like it's been years he's been in there, I don't even remember what it's like to not have Grant weighing me down."

The three of you make it to Roy's office, where you flop unceremoniously into the comfy chair Roy had brought into the office, just for you, in case you wanted to visit, he couldn't let you sit in some stiff office chair.

"There's my favourite girl!" Ted Lasso said, "Oh my, don't you look beautiful, honey. Just the bee knees, could I have the honour of touching the baby?" Ted's smile makes you smile, he's just so genuine.

"Of course, Ted. Rub the belly for luck for tomorrow's game."

"Don't mind if I do," he said, kneeling down beside you, "oh! He's kicking for me! Might have to sign him to the team, feels like a good strong kick!"

"If he's anything like his daddy, he'll play." You laugh as you feel him kick harder, like he's trying to say something. "He likes you. Might even like you more than Keeley, if that's possible."

"Hey! That's my little turnip," Keeley says, pouting. "I'm number three in his life, don't you forget it. You, Roy, and then me."

"Well it's good to know I won't be short on babysitters," you laugh, Ted raises to a stand, rubbing his hands together as if he's spreading the good luck like lotion.

"Definitely not, it's important for new parents to have time to themselves, even if it's just the length of a walk around the block," Ted says, "and I do love walkin' around the block."

"No one's takin' Grant anywhere," Roy says, pushing passed Jamie and coming to your side, kissing your cheek in greeting then rubbing a hand over your belly to greet his son. "He stays with me."

"Clingy," you say, taking on of his hands into yours, "it takes a load of my shoulders to not have to be the worried one, thanks for covering me babe." You joke and Roy just grunts in response, squeezing your hand twice quickly. Your eyes closed in a wince, trying to take a full breath but Grant is blocking your way. "I think he's tryna break out the way he's kickin' me love, I may have to go home soon instead of grab lunch with you. I think he's sitting right on my lung."

"Why don't I take you home and Jamie will bring us some kebabs and we can eat at home, huh? We can have lunch on the couch," he said.

"I'm not an uber driver," Jamie scoffed, crossing his arms, but whined when Keeley elbowed him. "Obviously I'm gunna do it! But a please would've been nice."

Roy looked at him for a moment, then looked at you wincing, then rolled his eyes. "Please."

"You make him a better man," Jamie says, bowing playfully, laughing when Keeley elbows him again. "C'mon Keels, you come with and order for everyone."

"Thanks guys, you don't have to go out of your way just for me," you say, blushing under the attention, it comes with being pregnant, you know, but there's also a guilt to it. You're not feeling great so the plan changes.

"Yes, we do, don't be silly," Keeley said, smiling in her kind, authentic way, waving your worries away, "we wanted to see you, no one cares where that is, babes."

"Just appreciate it, darlin'," Ted says, clapping your shoulder gently, like a father would, "it's your village, simple as that."

the size of a butternut squash

"Not today, right buddy?" you ask your stomach, keeled over on the couch, trying to shuffle your way into comfort. "S'too early, baby."

You'd left bed, the soft mattress was unreasonably annoying when Roy wasn't in it, and found yourself on the couch. He had an away game yesterday, and something about him being away made the braxton hicks contractions ten times worse. Maybe Grant was upset about his dad being gone, maybe you were stressed about it. Whatever it was, it'd kept you up most of the night, and now you were watching the sunrise.

Roy would be back sometime today, but it felt unbearable. It was too early to call him, although you can hear his voice in your head saying, call me baby, call me for anything, anytime.

Grant kicks again, another contraction you don't believe.

You call him.

He picks up on the first ring.

"You okay, baby? S'happening? Why aren't you asleep?" All his questions come out rush and slurred, his morning voice a raspy, panicked mess.

You're crying, you hadn't even realized until you couldn't answer.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, m'right here, can you hear me?" You hear shuffling, you picture Roy sitting on the edge of the bed, looking for his shirt, ready to run home if he has to. "Darling, please."

"Sorry," you creek out, harder than necessary to get the words out. "I couldn't sleep."

"S'okay baby, I'll be home in uh," Roy checks the clock on the bedside table, "eight hours give or take, okay? I'll see if I can wrangle them up early and head to..."

"No," you interrupt, "you can't do that. I can't come before the team."

"You will always come before the team," he says, firmly, unapologetically. "You and Grant come before anyone." Roy thinks for a moment. "And Pheebs and her mum of course, all four of ya are tied for first."

You laugh, the fake contractions subside.

"I keep scaring you," you sigh, "I don't mean to."

"Stop feeling guilty," Roy says, you hear him typing on his phone, you must be on speaker. "I'm your guy, it's my job to worry about you and love you." Something dings on his phone. "I'm catching a plane in two hours, I'll be home in four, okay? Try to take a nap and I'll be home by the time you wake up."

"Roy," you start, but he shushes you. It's soft and loving and tender.

"Don't say a thing baby, I always should've had a plane home booked." He begins packing, you hear him throwing his few things in his bag. "You put on Muppets from Space and take a nap on the couch, I'll be home to wake you up, okay?"

"Thanks baby," you sigh, settling into the couch.

Grant stops kicking.

He just wanted his daddy to come home.

"Anything for you baby, anything for him."

the size of a pineapple

The season was going well so far. You tried to come to as many games as possible, but Roy hated you being around all the commotion. The excitement seemed to negatively effect your anxiety, which was already worsened by the hormones, and Roy couldn't focus on you while the game was in full swing.

But he also knew he was just being overprotective, he knew it was something to work on. He lied to himself over and over, promised himself it would be different once Grant was born.

Picturing that bundle in his arms, just six weeks away, maybe less... there was just no way he would relax like that. How could he? His little baby.

Roy stood on his side of the pitch, Ted and Beard on either side of him. Jamie was playing better than ever, Isaac was blocking every shot on him. It should've been exciting, it should've been fun.

But he couldn't stop glancing up at the owner's box, couldn't stop checking on you to see if you were alright.

The pregnancy had gotten rough now, back pain was winning the fight, your joints hurt all the time, you had to start maternity leave early. Roy didn't want you to go back to work once Grant was here, you'd been arguing about it off and on, but Roy was convinced he'd win the fight. You were too honestly, but stubborn about it.

Roy took another deep breath, missing the action and keeping his eyes on you.

"She's okay, you know," Beard whispered, "Rebecca's right by her side."

"Yeah, but Rebecca's not me," Roy grunted, "so it's not fucking good enough."

Roy flinched when he saw you grab your stomach. Why weren't you sitting? Your poor knees. He wanted to take it all away, wanted you to feel no pain at all and him to feel it for you.

He sighs in relief when you take a seat. And when the Greyhounds win the game, he's already off the pitch, making his way to you, like he always will.

the size of a papaya

Roy is doing his final walkthrough of the nursery, he's making sure everything is stable. He pokes and prods at shelves to make sure they're safe, as if the baby is going to be hanging off of them when you guys come home.

The go bags are by the door, baby seat is secured in the backseat of the car, and Roy is refusing to go to any and all away games, in fear that labour will start without him, so he instead is there via zoom, watching a blurry screen that Beard holds surprisingly steady.

He keeps you close at all times, and when he can't, he's constantly texting you.

"I think everything is good love," he says, wiggling the side of the crib again. "We should get you to the couch, c'mon."

"I'm fine, Roy, seriously. I've been sat all day."

"But your ankles are so swollen, let's go sit together, we can cuddle before the match starts."

You want to be annoyed, you do. But it's all because he cares, he cares so much that he just wants to make sure you and the baby are safe. Every single Monday he loads you into the car, takes you to the doctor, then gets you a chocolate croissant from that bakery you like. Every Tuesday he washes your hair for you. Everyday he cooks. Everyday he cleans. He's just been so supportive and so protective.

He's going to be the best father.

So you let him lead you to the couch. You lean into his side, and his hand fans out over your stomach.

You wouldn't dare wish time away, but you do wish your baby was here already.

the size of a mini watermelon

Grant Theodore Kent is ready to come out of hiding right in the middle of a home game.

You try to keep him in there, partially out of anxiety, partially out of respect for the football match - one that you were meant to be at. But your contractions get too close together, and it's time to go to the hospital. Roy has the hospital bags in the trunk of the minivan already, safely stowed during any and all time he was away from the house so he could deliver them if need be.

His phone was either dead or on do not disturb, either way, you couldn't get through. He would be devastated if he missed the birth, he would never forgive himself and you know it.

You call his sister first, who luckily is off today and is currently rushing to get to you.

And then you call Rebecca, who doesn't answer. Then Keeley.

It must be an exciting match because no one is checking their phones.

Roy's sister barges into your house, and finds you on the couch, sweating and holding onto your bump, legs soaked and hair matted to your forehead.

You call Rebecca again from the car, and she yells over the noise, but can barely hear you.

A contraction silences you, and Roy's sister screams 'send him to hospital now!!' and the line cuts out. You pray that she heard that, but it was time to focus on Grant now.

Roy feels off.

Something is off.

He noticed you weren't up in the box earlier, but you hadn't called; so he figured you were just too tired to come to the game. But something feels... wrong. He looks up and Rebecca is pointing at her phone, waving her arms, and he sees Higgins running down the steps into the stadium, presumably to come out to the pitch.

Roy looks at his phone, and it's dead.

And he knows what's wrong.

Ignoring any and all pain in his knee, he's running faster than he has in years. He turns around, says nothing to anyone, and is sprinting as fast as possible through the halls, leaving everything he owns behind. None of it matters, nothing matters - the only thing on Earth that has ever mattered at all is getting to the hospital and not missing the birth of his little boy.

He feels sick as he's driving, he's nervous, and excited, and scared, and happy, and there's tears in his eyes, so he's speeding, but he's being careful.

Grant was coming. Grant would be here today.

And Roy was not going to miss it.

He parks crooked in the lot, and is running into hospital, sprinting as fast as he could to the front desk, shouting your name before he even got there. Doesn't say thank you when the receptionist gives him a room number, just takes off running again, ignoring the shouts for him to slow down.

He can hear you screaming as he gets closer, and both winces and rejoices, knowing it wasn't over and he hasn't missed it.

"Just in time dad," the doctor said, nurses handing Roy gloves and apparel to put on.

He comes to you first, checks on you first. His sister happily taking a backseat to everything.

"Hi love," he says, pushing wet hair off your forehead, "I'm sorry I'm late."

"I'm glad you're here," you cry, half pain and half relief. "It's happening."

"It's happening," he repeats.

He leans down to kiss your forehead. And holds your hand in his, letting you squeeze as tight as you need. He wouldn't mind if you broke his hand, it's the least he could do.

And it began. He let you cuss him out, scream, blame him, let you damn near break his fingers, and he only returned with praises, and thank yous, and nonstop words of encouragement. He was solid, he was steady. He was a brick wall to lean on after a ten mile hike.

When Grant comes into the world, there's not a dry eye in sight - save for maybe the medical staff.

Roy is sobbing, his baby being the most beautiful thing he's ever seen in his fucking life. He takes his place by the doctor, cuts the cord, and the nurse takes him to clean him up for a moment, and Roy's back on you. Crying and kissing you, and you're crying, asking for Grant, smiling through tears when the nurse put the crying bundle in your arms.

Roy has a hand on each of you, one on your head, and one on the bottom of the bundle, protecting his family, always watching out for the two of you. His sister takes a few photos of the moment, then slips out to call Keeley, and let her know everything went perfectly. And go collect Pheebs from the nieghbour.

When Roy finally checks his phone a few hours larer, he sees a game report from Ted, and can't help but laugh.

"We won the match," Roy says, "Grant was born at the same time that Jamie scored a winning goal. Fuckin' figure that." Roy laughs, a bright booming smile over his features as his kisses you, then kisses Grant. "He's never gunna fucking let that go."

[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.

[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.

[ramp-it-up]

Sugar High

Simple Sugar | Sugar is Sweet | Sugar, Cubed

Summary: I revisited Sugar and the boys from the Sugar is Sweet séries, and let me tell you. Bucky and Steve sure have grown up from their college days. Bucky left and lied; Steve stayed and lied. Tony sends you to Tokyo with Steve and well... On a weekend trip to Kyoto, you and Steve have a real talk on Fushimi Inari

Word Count: 1.6 K

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader; mention of Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Not Beta’d. SMUT. Read at your own risk. Roommate/Co-worker au, ANGST!, Steve apologizes, lots of angst, talk of hurt and Bucky suffers. Another tattoo! Basically, you are doomed.

A/N: This is related to the Sugar is Sweet and Sugar, Cubed au, but can be read alone. This comes after Simple Sugar. I was reflecting on the fact that @yenzys-lucky-charm is really interested in this unfinished series of mine, and the fact that this time last year, I was on a plane back to the US from Japan. A time was had. Tokyo, Kyoto, Osaka, Hokkaido. We had a blast. But one of the most magical moments was when we hiked Fushimi Inari. I did it with a UTI. 🙃 But it was amazing. Mr. Inari is magic, so I had to include it here. Pics of the torii gates and the overlook at Kyoto mine. Let me know if you like this bit of angst.

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Mt. Inari Trail, Kyoto

Rain turned the mountain path into a river of silver.

Droplets slid down moss-slick stone and drummed softly on the endless red torii gates climbing toward the clouds. You were soaked through your hoodie and leggings, but it was peaceful.

You ducked beneath the low eaves of a wayside shrine. A fox statue kept silent guard, its granite fur jeweled with rain.

Steve jogged up a heartbeat later, cap dark with water, chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm.

“You good?” 

“I love it. The quiet,” you said, steam curling from your lips.

“No crowds. No noise.”

He smiled.

“Magic. Feels like a place you can start over.”

You didn’t answer, not at first. Rain rattled the bamboo gutter. Steve’s gentle gaze searched your face.

“I keep playing that night in Tokyo on repeat,” he said, voice dropping. 

The words vibrated through the wood at your back. 

“Every sound you made. Everything I failed to say.”

Your pulse thudded. 

“That’s the problem, Steve. You lied to me about Bucky. And what you didn’t say, in the elevator, still screams louder than what you did say in bed.”

He flinched. Rain pattered off his brim and down the rigid line of his jaw.

“I didn’t tell you he was injured because I was too afraid you’d leave for him once you knew how bad he was hurt. Too selfish to share. And I should’ve shut him down in that elevator,” he admitted.

“But I froze. And it damaged you.” 

His breath fogged between you. 

“Let me earn your trust back. No lies. No silence.”

You didn’t pull away when his fingers slipped between yours. 

“You sure honesty won’t break us worse?”

“We’re already cracked,” he said.

“Honesty’s the only thing that might fix us.”

The torii tunnel shimmered behind him, red lacquer slick as new blood. You exhaled, let go of his hand, then stepped back into the rain.

—--

You walked another ten minutes in silence. 

The shower tapered to a mist and stone foxes watched from every bend, their eyes green with moss. In a clearing a lone cherry tree spread budding branches over a weather-worn bench.

You sat, damp clothes clinging, heart knocking against your ribs. Steve stood at the overlook, city lights blinking in the far distance.

“Maybe we were doomed from the start,” he said to the dark.

“Or maybe we just needed less ego and more time.”

You huffed.

“Might’ve required different men.”

He laughed under his breath. 

“Yeah. Might’ve. But we were so good at the pretending part. That summer in Stark House... god. The three of us? We had no clue what we were sitting on.”

“You mean the pile of unresolved sexual tension?”

Steve huffed a laugh.

“That, and the closeness. The quiet parts. The way he used to fall asleep with his hand in your hair, and how you always used my shoulder when we watched movies.”

You blinked slowly, the memory heavy in your chest.

“What a time,” you murmured.

Steve turned, his wet lashes glowing in the moonlight.

“The dare isn’t about sex anymore, Sugar. It’s about truth. About finishing the sentence we choked on back then.”

“What if we finish it wrong?” you whispered.

“Then at least we tried.” 

He offered his hand again. This time you took it without hesitation.

—-

You found a small izakaya near the base of Fushimi Inari, a quiet spot, the kind that didn’t cater to tourists. 

Inside were wood-paneled walls, paper lanterns, and a few handwritten menus tacked up above the open grill. The scent of soy and charcoal filled the air. 

You were the only foreigners in the place, but no one paid you much attention. Maybe it was the rain.

Maybe it was the way Steve watched you like he was still catching his breath from that conversation on the mountain.

You ordered sake; you both needed it. He poured for you and you let him.

It was cozy and dim. Your clothes were damp from the hike, but the warmth from the shared nabe pot had you melting into the wooden bench seat across from Steve. There was music playing softly, something vintage and jazzy.

Your legs brushed under the table. 

His knee stayed pressed to yours.

“So,” you said, sampling your sake, fire blooming down your throat.“Those contests with Bucky. Explain.”

Steve smirked, wiping broth from his mouth with the back of his hand.

“God, we were idiots. We had whole arguments over who could make you laugh harder, who you hugged longer, or who got the last fry off your plate.”

He shook his head.

“But the truth is, I think he and I both knew the second we met you that we had both already lost. Our hearts. To you.”

You didn’t respond. But Steve pressed on.

“You remember the night we all crashed in the media room?”

You laughed. It was early on in the fellowship. The first week.

“Under that terrible knit blanket?”

Steve laughed too.

“God, yeah. You were in the middle, wearing my hoodie and his sweatpants.”

You shook your head, smiling.

“We didn’t even make it through the movie.”

“You fell asleep on my chest. Bucky wrapped himself around your back like a goddamn furnace.”

“And you both had hard ons by sunrise. I remember.”

Steve blushed, but you didn’t let him off the hook.

“You two practically eye-fucked me in Theory of Advanced Quantum Mechanics the whole next morning.”

Steve chuckled. 

“We were twenty-one and dumb. And we thought we could play it cool.”

Silence fell between you again. Not awkward. Not empty.

“Truth is,” Steve said, voice lower than the music, “we never stopped wanting you. Either of us.”

You set your cup down, eyes locked on his. 

“Maybe I never stopped wanting… both.”

Heat flared behind his gaze, but his hands stayed on the tabletop, knuckles white with restraint.

“Then quit punishing the three of us. Let’s talk to him. Together.”

You sat with those words as the server brought grilled skewers and hot miso, as you refilled his cup and then your own.

“Been a long time since I felt that… safe,” he murmured.

You nodded, voice small.

“Or that stupid.

A breathy laugh escaped him. “Both.”

You set your cup down, fingers steady for the first time in months.

“Maybe,” you said, meeting his gaze, “we should talk to Bucky."

“Together?” Steve asked.

“Together,” you answered.

—---

Bucky’s Apartment, West Side, 10 pm the next day.

It was cold in the apartment, but Bucky didn’t move to fix it. He just stood at the window, jaw clenched, watching a streak of neon ripple across the Hudson. 

It had been three days since he heard you were reassigned.

Sent to Tokyo. With Steve.

Not him. Of course not him. He deserved that.

Hell, maybe he deserved worse.

He hadn’t known at first. Just noticed you weren’t at the office. Then no one responded to his pings. 

Then Tony's assistant gave him a tight-lipped “She's been reassigned indefinitely. Stark’s orders.”

And then the kicker: Steve had been sent too. You were together.

Bucky leaned his forehead against the glass. He deserved this exile.

The memory returned on an endless loop: his own voice, filled with jealousy, asking you which cock you preferred; Steve, frozen. 

Your face registered shock, then something worse. Disbelief and betrayal.

The moment the lights cut back on, your expression fixed in his memory like a photograph he deserved to choke on forever.

He’d wanted you to hurt the way he’d been hurting. Mission accomplished.

Outside, a barge horn moaned; red lights crawled along the opposite shore. Bucky exhaled a breath. 

Congrats, Barnes. You finally found a cavern she wouldn’t follow you into.

He scrubbed a hand down his face, and the itch started then on his lower left ribcage, right over his heart. He lifted the hem of his tee.

A clean black glucose ring stared back. Simple chemistry. One loop, six peaks. You in his blood, permanent as marrow. He’d never told you. Never thought he had the right after that elevator.

It wasn’t even an original idea, Steve’s ink had inspired his.

What would you say if you saw it?

Maybe: You don’t get to keep pieces of me, Bucky. Not after you broke them.

A chill climbed his spine. He dropped onto the couch, and time slipped; minutes, maybe hours, blurred into gray. He almost powered off his phone when the screen flared.

Catalysts & Curves ⚗️

That group thread had been dead for well over a year. He tapped it on impulse.

A photo filled the screen.

A scandalously shaped croissant splayed on a café plate, glossy and indecent under fluorescent light.

Beside it, a paper cup: SUGAR scrawled in Sharpie.

Sugar: This croissant just propositioned me. Send help. Or napkins.

Bucky’s chest tightened with shock first, then a bloom of something hopeful.

Steve had already replied.

Steve: Told you that place was cursed. That pastry looks dangerous. Don’t eat that, or anything. You’ll be doomed to stay there forever.

Bucky’s thumbs hovered. Then sarcasm, his only armor, tumbled out.

Bucky: Looks like Steve’s understudy. More layers, too.

Message sent. Regret hit instantly, but before he could second-guess himself, a reply.

Sugar:  …

Three dots pulsed. Bucky waited, his breath held.  

Sugar: Okay, that was funny.

He smiled.

Bucky: Glad Japan hasn’t dulled your pastry-radar. You good?

There was a pause long enough for his heart to riot. 

Finally,

Sugar: Getting there.

Twelve letters, one soft promise. Not forgiveness, yet, but a rope tossed into black water.

Bucky grasped it with both hands.

The neon outside blurred as moisture glazed his eyes. And for the first time in three nights the apartment didn’t feel so cold.

Somewhere across the world you were laughing again.

He let that be enough to breathe.

For now.

[angel06babysworld]

🩷 + 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.