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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.

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bbibintak · 3 days ago

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゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ 𝓢unday 𝓜orning

pairing: san x reader

contains: pure fluff, established relationship, lowkey skinship

summary: when san gets clingy all over you and just him being downbad in the morning..

a/n: hiiii omg this is my first ever (short) fic might b a bit shit "( – ⌓ – ) hope u enjoy it though! also seonghwa mentioned #yass

It was a casual Sunday morning, and the clock on the nightstand read 11:00 a.m. With sunlight streaming through the curtains, a soft golden glow cast across the room. They lay together on the soft mattress with the covers tangling around them.

San stirred first, his eyes fluttered open, and the first thing he saw was you. He softly tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, clearing it from your face. "Can't believe you're all mine," he whispered.

You subtly opened your eyes at the gentle brush of his fingers, "Good morning, love" San said softly, his voice still laced with his sleepy voice "Mmm morning" your murmured while rubbing your eyes as a quiet yawn escaped, San couldn't help but smile as his heart melting a little by your adoring face.

"How was your sleep?" you asked with a soft voice. "It was alright," he replied with a gentle smile. "I had you beside me". You blushed a little at that cheesy statement, "Pfft.. that's such a lame answer," you scoff, jokingly. "Oh, admit it, I saw you blushing," he smirks as he pulls you closer, brushing a kiss against your lips. "Shut up," you giggled as you started to deepen the kiss with your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers playing with the end of his hair.

"Y'know," he murmured between kisses, "Seonghwa invited us for lunch." You pulled away for a second, "It's okay, Seonghwa can wait." "Wouldn't it be rude to him?" San raised an eyebrow, giving you a questioning look. You pouted in response, "C'mon.. you're just so warm," you mumbled, snuggling in closer. "Plus, it's freezing outside."

He let out a soft chuckle. "Yeah.. I guess it's better to stay like this for a while." San's eyes lingered on your face as he tucked his arm around your waist, pulling you to his lap, "I had fun last night," he teases. Your cheeks flushed instantly, and you covered your face with your hands. "Why on earth bring that up?" San laughed, clearly enjoying your reaction. "Think you can handle another round?" San said with a sly smile, his fingers lazily tracing circles on your waist.

You smack his chest gently. "Think you can handle this fist if you keep talking like that?" He laughed, "I really like this side of you." he kissed you again—slow and deep, as he started to go down on your neck, leaving marks. You pulled away just enough to speak, slightly out of breath, "Okay, but.. I start to feel kinda bad for Seonghwa we should probably—" "Enough about him you said he can wait right?" he cuts you off with a smirk, gosh that damn smirk.

You exhaled a laugh. "I guess so, fine, just 10 more minutes." San only continues to pepper kisses all over your neck. "I can't promise you that." After all, he makes you forget that 10-minute—or that lunch plan you both had with Seonghwa.

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lazysoulwriter · 2 days ago

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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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bullet-prooflove · 17 hours ago

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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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howi99 · 1 day ago

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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*

#rwby #jaune arc #god of darkness #god of light #rwby blacksmith #truman show

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mikowirtesstories · 13 hours ago

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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

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svt-ara · 2 days ago

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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

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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.

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xoxojisu · 4 hours ago

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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.

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ang3ltine · 5 hours ago

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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.

"I actually quite enjoyed it heh."

Bonus:

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

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

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

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fayelero · 6 hours ago

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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.

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ramp-it-up · 2 days ago

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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.

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bellherald · 3 days ago

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Law and Caring; Cora-san's Wish

I think it is both very funny and incredibly touching that Law had helped Cora-san and Luffy by saving their lives through either mercy of keeping a damning lie or direct medical intervention and then they do not leave him alone. Both of them refuse to leave him behind during his self-destructive episodes, literally picking Law up and carrying him off to face his fears and keep him alive. For Cora-san this included hospitals for his disease, but both of them end up going against Doflamingo directly.

They face down Doflamingo and ultimately he loses. Because of Cora-san, he lost Law and the Op-op no mi; because of Luffy, he lost everything—including Law and the Op-op no mi once again.

Both Luffy and Cora-san are known for being rather determined people and physically violent when mad. Luffy was not being the most gentle ride and accidentally hurting Law compared to Cora hurting Law from hospitals, their relentless drive to ensure Law makes it causing some damage in the progress. The fact that both would rather die first then let Doflamingo kill off Law, pushing him out of Doflamingo's reach and taking the attention upon themselves.

It’s fascinating how for both Law and Luffy the other can remind of loved ones they've lost so fiercely. No wonder they both care for each other.

Luffy has never doubted that Law is a good person; if anything, he ends up taking him for granted and assuming he will agree with his behavior, like with expanding the alliance. Law does, but to him that's really besides the point!

Law's got a facade of a cruel pirate and a reputation to back it up. Apoo calls him out as known for brutality at Maineford and the G-5 marines are terrified at the sight of Law, wanting to turn tail immediately. Hawkins is intimidated by the murderous man that doesn't fear not reaching tomorrow. He's known for taking a hundred hearts to become a Warlord, and, in all respects, the man is terrifying. Law can dice people into bits and do as he pleases.

And yet, despite what you hear, we see repeated moments like this. Flipping the script from last time where Luffy was advocating for action on a countries behalf, Law is the one actively arguing for the citizens. A captain of a silly, friendly crew that loves him, cherishing his accomplishments and hyping him up even as he's exasperatedly sighing in the back. He saves Luffy's and Jinbe's lives for no good reason that could justify a cruel pirate intervening in a war just to save people. Law cares for the Punkhazard children of his own volition when the goal is accomplished even knowing Doflamingo is on the way. He repeatedly saves people by teleporting them from certain death, from Sanji, Luffy, the samurai, Viola and Rebecca. Law doesn't directly kill anyone, even stating that he doesn't like killing. His abilities are centered around not the taking of life but instead to preserve it.

Law has a tendency to help people out despite him trying to seem uncaring and a scary pirate and then that coming around and biting him because they end up caring for him back. Cora-san, Bepo, Penguin & Shachi, Jean Bart, Luffy & the Straw Hats, Punkhazard, Dressrosa, Zou, Wano. It's a consistent facet of his character that I thoroughly enjoy.

Despite his bluster with the samurai being on the ship, everyone knows better and is genuinely thanking Law for letting them on. After all, he’s the one who saved them from sinking in the first place. Then he saved the plan too! It was a small but super cute interaction that made me very gleeful while also very clearly summarizing the Trafalgar plight. A doctor cursed to save lives and then pretend that he doesn't do that, actually. No one listens to him trying to be a scary pirate, he's constantly undermined in his efforts.

Saying this seems counter intuitive considering the last time they parted as enemies Law proceeded to save Luffy's life, but whatever helps him sleep at night!

Law doesn't admit to caring easily, it's incredibly terrifying for someone who has been burned so severely in his life to face down potentially bonding with other people as anything other than inviting more pain. Especially when he's keenly aware of the active hunt his fruit draws upon him and the name he bears. He ends up confessing to it in his actions. It's part of why he is so consistently disgruntled with being seen positively, being kept at a distance keeps him safe. Law has multiple layers to keep from connecting with those around him but we see people getting through the cracks in them. Law can't help but leave those gaps because he is a doctor.

Even when it seems hopeless in Law’s life, where he is unable to move and faced with once again being dehumanized, coveted, used because he is not a human to a monstrous Blackbeard but instead a valuable tool—Law is saved by people he’s saved before. Law’s bluster about being enemies was passed over by both the Straw Hats and his own crew who had worked together even with their alliance ‘over’ and the goal complete. Chopper had been working on something for Bepo and because of that bond, it is the Straw Hats helping Law and Bepo avoid a fate we saw for another D. defeated by Blackbeard all those years ago in Pre-TS. Not seen as a human, but a tool for the powerful to use and kill for their own gains and greater schemes.

Law knew Doflamingo was a monster. He didn't care. He wanted to use Doflamingo to become one himself and being use as a tool by Doflamingo was fine by him. After everything that happened to him, he wanted to be a monster in his last years because the world stripped everything away from him.

His family, his home, his dignity and rights as a human being, his future… Cora gave them back. Law got to be human again, not a monster.

Cora-san got what he had wanted from the beginning, for Law to have the opportunity for a free life. He safeguarded Law's heart and helped bring him back, making sure that the boy who cared enough to keep him alive wasn't snuffed out. Destined not just for destruction but greater than that, Cora-san freed him from Doflamingo's strings by making him care again.

Law keeps that spirit alive through the carefully considered kindness he keeps tucked away from open view. Seeing it is always a treat, but seeing the kindness as the gift that keeps on giving? Law is surrounded by care, both his own and the people around him.

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kier-with-a-k · 2 days ago

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Slow mornings - N. S.

Photographer!Nick x Artist!Oliver(oc)

Warning: None! Just pure sweetness!

Slow.

In the moment.

Seeing him.

Head laid down on my chest.

He’s absolutely gorgeous. Even with his hair a mess, cheeks scrunched up a little from the way he’s curled in, clinging to sleep. Even then, he’s burning brighter than the sun.

It’s 4 a.m.

There’s no sun. But if there was… it wouldn’t compete with my boyfriend.

Not even close.

The room is dim and quiet except for the hum of the fan and the soft rhythm of our breathing, tangled together. I trace lazy shapes against his back, and he shifts just slightly, not waking, just nuzzling closer like he knows. Like he always knows.

Eventually, I slide out from under him, careful not to wake him. I kiss the top of his head and whisper, “I’ll be in the studio,” like I always do.

He hums a soft, half-conscious noise that sounds like okay or I love you or maybe both.

The studio is still cold from the night, wood floors cool under my feet. The light in here is soft, still blue-grey with the early morning. I open a window. Let it breathe. Let myself breathe.

I start painting.

It’s slow. Everything’s slow today.

Each stroke is deliberate, gentle. The world is still asleep, and so is Nick, and I let that softness bleed into the canvas.

Time stretches and folds in on itself like it always does when I paint. I forget to look at the clock. I just move. In color. In stillness.

Then—

Arms around my waist.

Warm, familiar.

A soft, sleepy voice against my back. “You left me.”

I smile. Close my eyes. Lean into him.

“Barely,” I whisper, my hands still dripping in ochre and light.

He rests his chin on my shoulder, watching the canvas over my arm. “What’re you painting?”

“You,” I say without thinking.

He laughs, quiet. He’s still got bed hair, and he smells like coffee and the sheets we never bother to straighten.

There’s a pause. A slow kind of silence. I feel him shift. Then—he lets go. Just for a second.

I turn my head just in time to see him lift his camera.

Click.

He caught me mid-smile. Shirt smudged in paint. Still lost in the moment.

He grins like he’s won something. “You always get me in your paintings. I’m just returning the favor.”

I shake my head, but I’m smiling too hard to mean it.

He comes back to wrap his arms around me again, this time with the coffee in one hand, carefully angled so it doesn’t spill. He presses a kiss to the side of my neck and says, soft, “You looked beautiful.”

“Messy,” I correct.

“Beautiful,” he says again, more sure this time.

We stay like that.

In the quiet. In the moment. In the hush of a morning no one else knows we’ve stolen.

And maybe the world’s out there, loud and fast and overwhelming—

But here, in this tiny studio, in this slow morning—

He’s untouchable.

And I’m the luckiest person alive.

A/N: ik I said I wasn't gonna be posting a fic soon... Welp... Lmao I had fun writing this! I was in a good mood and this was inspired by @sturnsblogs ask! Definitely no angst for a while I have some ideas but I'mma let them sit for now...

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koyagifs · 10 hours ago

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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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rafesbuzzcutseason · 4 hours ago

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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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