#all neatly in a row on my bed while i'm away

[moonchild-in-blue]

What if we all made plushies of each other according to our blog vibes/ favoured animals and hid a lock of hair inside and gave them each other's names like those voodoo dolls, but instead of using them for nefarious and evil purposes we would just tuck them in at night and give them kisses and cuddles and made them smooch each other like barbies. What then.

[vanteguccir]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSTURNIOLO TRIPLETS GO TO EUROPE * MATT STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　where Y/N, Matt's girlfriend, participates in the 'STURNIOLO TRIPLETS GO TO EUROPE VLOG' video.

FEATURING　Matt Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　yes.

WARNINGS　::　none.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

The first-class cabin was nothing short of a dream. The softly lit hallway stretched ahead of them, lined with elegant partitions that gave each seat its own private cabin. Y/N walked just behind Matt, his hand warm and firm around hers as they walked the narrow aisle. Nick was leading the way, already peeking into his assigned space, while Chris trailed behind them.

When they finally stopped at their row, Y/N’s jaw dropped. She took a tentative step into her cabin, her eyes wide as she looked around at the plush leather seat that reclined into a bed, the medium lit up screen in front of it, and the small touches of luxury like the pillow and blanket tucked neatly on the side.

"This is amazing." She breathed, turning back to the boys with a grin so bright it could’ve lit up the plane.

Chris, peering into his own cabin a few steps away, nodded enthusiastically.

"This is insane. It feels like a movie."

Matt sent the softest gaze at Y/N's way after watching her reaction, his expression gentle and boyish as he nodded, his eyes sparkling. He felt like a proud boyfriend for being able to give that experience for his girlfriend.

"It really is, huh?" He muttered, receiving a soft laugh from Y/N, who took her backpack off her back and handed it to him.

"Here, baby." She said, motioning to the space above them. "Can you put this up there for me? Please."

Matt took the bag, glancing up at the overhead compartment with a slight frown. It wasn’t immediately obvious how to open it, and he hesitated, looking around for guidance. Nick, already settled into his cabin beside Matt’s and recording the entire interaction on his phone, tilted his head toward the compartment.

"Matt, up." Nick said as he pointed.

Matt squinted, his confusion deepening.

"Where?"

Nick let out an exaggerated sigh, still recording.

"In the thing! Hold the handle and lift it, Matt."

Matt gave him a glare before following his directions. He tugged the compartment open and slid Y/N’s bag inside, muttering something about Nick always being a know-it-all, earning a quiet laugh from Y/N.

Finally, with everything in place, Matt stepped into his own cabin. It didn't take long before the hum of the plane filled the air, preparing to take off soon.

Y/N - who had been watching TikTok while it was still up - threw her phone inside her purse and looked around while trying to get comfortable on her seat, but sighing in frustation when she was unsuccessful.

She returned her feet to the ground and curved her upper body so she could see the hallway, biting her lip as she peeked at Matt's cabin. He had already settled in, reclining in the single "bed" with his hoodie draped loosely over his shoulders.

He felt eyes on him and was quick to look up, catching her hesitant gaze, a soft smile growing on his face, already knowing what she wanted, gently patting the small space beside him.

"Come here, sweetheart." He murmured, scooting closer to the window to make room.

Without hesitation, Y/N got up and crossed the small hall that put a distance between them, climbing in his bed, squeezing into the limited space. It was a tight fit, but neither of them minded.

Matt pulled the blanket over them, wrapping it snugly around her before slipping an arm around her waist, holding her close. Her head nestled against his shoulder, her breath warm and comforting against the skin of his neck.

Reaching for his headphones, Matt placed them back around his head, music already filling his ears. He stretched his free arm, fingers hovering over several titles across the small TV screen before settling on one of Y/N’s favorites, a light, cozy movie he knew she adored.

He pressed play and felt her shift slightly, her gaze flickering toward the screen as the opening scene began. She hummed in approval, though her eyelids were already drooping. Within minutes, she succumbed to the exhaustion of their long day, her arm draped around his chest as she snuggled closer. Matt rested his cheek against the top of her head, his hand moving in slow, soothing circles over her arm, his hoodie’s soft fabric gliding against her skin.

For the first time since their frenetic day began, he felt himself relax.

He glanced toward the small window beside him, catching a glimpse of the night sky dotted with stars and the lights of the airport shining in the darkness. He hummed faintly, the moment feeling both surreal and comforting.

Suddenly, Matt caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Turning slightly, he saw Nick approaching their cabin with his phone out, clearly recording. Matt shot him a glare, silently warning him to keep quiet.

Nick stopped in his tracks, raising an eyebrow at his brother’s protectiveness. He panned the phone camera toward them briefly, whispering something to the device while capturing Y/N tucked into Matt’s side and the faint glow of the screen in front of them before backing away with a dramatic roll of his eyes.

Matt let out a breath of relief, tightening his hold on Y/N just a fraction as she shifted in her sleep, her fingers curling into his hoodie.

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The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, revealing the quiet luxury of the hotel hallway. Y/N trailed by Matt's side, while Nick and Chris followed, their rolling suitcases rattling faintly on the polished floor. The flight from Boston had been long, and exhaustion clung to all of them, but the excitement of finally arriving at their destination had them buzzing with energy.

"Alright, room 111." Matt said confidently, stopping in front of the door. He placed the card against the magnetic circle above the handle, and the lock beeped, signaling it was unlocked. With a grin, he grabbed the handle and gave it a sharp pull.

Nothing happened.

He frowned, pulling again, harder this time, but the door didn’t budge.

Nick’s laughter echoed down the hall.

"It’s a push door, genius."

"Is it?" Matt muttered, frowning harder as he pulled once more, just to make sure.

Y/N rolled her eyes, stepping forward.

"Move, Matt." She said with a teasing sigh, nudging Matt gently to the side. She took the card from his hand, placing it again against the magnetic circle, and waited for the soft beep. With one fluid motion, she pushed the door open, revealing their room. Turning back, she shot Matt an amused, bored look. "It's not because we're in a different country that the way to open doors changed, honey."

Matt opened his mouth to reply, but Chris cut in with a laugh, clapping him on the shoulder.

"That’s tough, bro."

Y/N stepped inside first, and her breath hitched as she took in the sight before her. The room was a perfect blend of elegance and comfort, screaming Italian luxury.

To her front was a small white round table paired with two armchairs, a bouquet of vibrant green and white flowers arranged in a glass vase on top. Two letters sat neatly against it, each embossed with the Prada logo and addressed to both her and Matt. The sweet, rich aroma of the flowers filled the air, mingling with a faint hint of fresh linen and polished wood.

Directly to her left was an oval center table in marble, elegantly decorated with fancy chocolates, juicy fruits, and another small floral arrangement, the delicate blooms adding a pop of color to the space. Behind it sat a medium terracotta couch with two tall shelves on each side and a painting that seemed to be worth a lot.

Beyond that was the plush king-sized bed that seemed to be the most comfortable bed in the world, dressed in crisp white linens and framed by soft, warm lighting.

The tall windows occupying the whole largest wall were framed by heavy creamy curtains, slightly parted to reveal a hint of the garden below.

Y/N moved further into the room, running her fingers lightly along the wall as she absorbed every detail.

"This is..." She paused, unable to find the right word.

"Insane? Yeah." Chris finished for her, stepping in behind her with his backpack in his hands. "This is like... next-level fancy."

Nick whistled low, setting his backpack near the round table.

"This room smells expensive." He said, sniffing the air exaggeratedly.

Matt closed the door behind him, his earlier mishap forgotten as he put his backpack on the short hallway floor, meeting Y/N in the way and wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her close.

"You like it?" He asked, his voice soft in her ear. She turned to look at him, her lips curving into a warm smile.

"I love it. Prada did amazing with this choice."

As the triplets wandered around, taking in the luxurious details and pointing out things to the phone Chris had whipped out, Y/N let herself enter the bathroom, pulling her skincare bag out of her purse to start organizing the main products across the sink.

Meanwhile, Matt was quick to throw himself on the plush king-sized bed, making sure to take out his shoes first - Y/N would kill him if he didn't, closing his eyes and feeling like he could fall asleep right away.

But he was quickly disturbed by a body crashing against his, his legs quickly pressing to his own chest in a way of protecting it while Nick jabbed his sides with fake punches, so soft that felt like he was tickling his skin.

"What the- get off me, Nick!" Matt yelled between fits of uncontrollable laughter, his voice muffled by his position.

Chris stood at the foot of the bed, phone in hand, recording the chaotic scene.

"This is gold." He said, laughing as Matt tried to wriggle free, his giggling echoing throughout the room.

Y/N emerged from the bathroom holding her, now, empty purse. She paused in the doorway, taking in the sight of the boys acting like overgrown kids. Rolling her eyes, she let out a small laugh and shook her head.

She was away for only 10 minutes.

"Boys." She said in a mock-scolding tone, her voice soft and affectionate. "Be careful, please." She walked past Chris, her lips quirking into a smile as she gave his phone camera a pointed glance.

The youngest triplet chuckled.

"Don't worry, they will survive."

Y/N moved to the small couch at the back of the room where Matt put her backpack, leaving the chaos to happen behind her back. She retrieved her phone and then turned to the center table, spotting the tray of fancy chocolates Prada had left for them.

Picking one up, she inhaled deeply, savoring the rich aroma of high-quality chocolate before taking a small bite of it, feeling the unique taste explode against her tongue.

"Good?" Chris called over, turning away from Nick and Matt after they finally stopped.

"Delicious." Y/N replied, her words muffled as she chewed.

She walked towards him while chewing, watching Nick and Matt get off the bed, her steps muffled by the carpet.

"Nick, get the real camera so I don't have to vlog on my phone anymore." Chris asked as soon as Nick got closer, lowering the device slightly.

Nick was quick to go to his backpack, taking the professional camera out of it. It didn't take long for him to turn it on, quickly spinning it around to make sure it was capturing the right angle.

Matt, who looked disheveled with his hoodie slightly wrinkled and his hair a chaotic mess after Nick's earlier wrestling match, stopped by Y/N's side, standing between her and Chris.

"Alright, this is Matt's and Y/N's room. They're in a different room than the one me and Chris are staying-"

"Cause' we’re special." Matt quipped, his tone dripping with mock superiority as he glanced at Chris with a playful smirk.

Chris rolled his eyes, leaning away from Matt slightly.

"Can you fix your hair?" He gestured at Matt’s wild hair, a grin tugging at his lips.

Matt immediately raised a hand to his head, running his fingers through the messy strands.

"My hair’s all messed up ‘cause I had a hood on during the plane, and then Nick decided to fucking kill me as soon as we got here." He shot a pointed look at Nick, who was laughing behind the camera. "I'm not trying to-"

"Okay, let me show you guys all the things in the room." Nick was quick to interrupt them, turning the camera toward the room to defuse the situation. "First of all, gorgeous..."

Meanwhile, Y/N was silent by their side, phone in hand, finishing up a text to both her and the triplets' parents to let them know they’d arrived at the hotel safely. With a small smile growing on her face after listening to the small fight starting between the brothers, she slid her phone into her back pocket.

"... and I'm so fucking hungry now." Chris kept talking, his tone sounding frustrated as Y/N walked closer to them, the sound of Nick's voice showing the details of the room to the camera echoing like background noise to her ears.

Without saying a word, she stood in front of Matt, her hands reaching up to his hair. Matt didn’t miss a beat, continuing his conversation with Chris about where they should eat later.

"We can maybe go somewhere close. I don’t feel like walking too far tonight." Matt said as Y/N gently smoothed down the mess on his head, her fingers combing through his hair with practiced ease.

"There. Now you don’t look like a trainwreck." Y/N smiled, stepping back to admire her work before patting Matt’s shoulder, stepping away to return to the back of the room, planning on getting another one of those wonderful chocolates.

"Thanks, babe." Matt said nonchalantly, flashing her a soft smile before turning back to Chris. "Okay, so what are the options?"

With another piece of chocolate in her hands, she wandered toward one of the tall windows at the far end of the room.

The elegant window door opened with a soft creak, and a gust of crisp winter air swept through the room, sending a slight chill up her spine. Y/N leaned against the frame, her gaze falling to the breathtaking garden below.

The perfectly trimmed hedges, circular topiary trees, and an array of greenery gave it a serene ambiance. Umbrella-covered tables and chairs were scattered around, surrounded by other buildings of the hotel.

"Wow." She murmured to herself, finishing the chocolate as she took in the sight. She turned her head slightly, calling out to the boys behind her. "Hey, guys, come look at this!"

Chris was the first to respond, bouncing across the room like an excited puppy, followed by Nick and Matt.

"What is it?" Nick asked as he reached her side, peering out over her shoulder.

"Look." Y/N said, gesturing to the garden below. "Isn't it beautiful?"

Chris opened the other half of the window, copying Y/N's position and looking below it.

"Can we go down there?" He asked as he squinted at the view.

"We have to figure it out." Nick affirmed, making sure the camera was recording the details.

Matt slid his arm around Y/N's waist, leaning over the window frame to get a better look. His cheek brushed against hers briefly as he turned his head, her hair tickling his skin.

"I'd love to go down there." He chimed in softly, his voice warm.

Y/N glanced at him, her smile widening at the way his eyes lit up as he looked down at all the green. He was living his dream, and she felt purely joy from it.

Her hand met his on her waist, intertwining their fingers against her covered skin, squeezing his hand lovingly.

"Can we go eat now?"

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The restaurant was tucked away down a cobblestone street, just a short walk from the magnificent Duomo. The golden light spilling from the windows reflected off the polished wooden tables and pristine white tablecloths. The tantalizing scent of fresh pasta, basil, and garlic wafted through the air as waiters bustled around, balancing plates piled high with creamy sauces and twirling spaghetti.

At a corner table by the window, the four of them sat, barely holding it together after being awake for more than 24 hours. Nick slouched in his chair, lazily twirling his fork in a bowl of spaghetti, his eyelids drooping every few seconds. Chris leaned against the backrest with his elbows on the table, his mouth occasionally opening in a massive yawn between bites of fettuccine Alfredo. Matt, seated beside Y/N, kept absently running a hand through his messy hair, trying to stay awake while cutting into his lasagna.

Y/N, however, was the first to cave. The warm pasta in front of her - ravioli, creamy and rich - was absolutely delicious, but exhaustion was screaming inside her far more than hunger. She managed to eat only half before resting her fork on her plate with a soft sigh.

Matt glanced over at her, his brows pulling together in concern.

"You’re not eating more?" He asked, his voice soft but tinged with worry. "We barely ate today, honey."

Y/N shook her head wordlessly, too tired to explain that she simply couldn’t eat another bite. Instead, she shifted closer to him, tucking herself above his right biceps and resting her head on his shoulder. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his waist, squeezing him in a sleepy hug as she snuggled into his warmth.

Matt froze for a moment, holding his fork mid-air.

"Careful, sweetheart." He murmured, glancing down at her arms as they brushed the edge of his plate. "Don’t burn yourself on the lasagna." His voice was tender, and his free hand came up to lightly guide her arm away from danger.

"Hmm." Y/N hummed softly in acknowledgment, but her eyes were already closed. She didn’t seem to care much about the logistics of arm placement as she burrowed further into his side, her body practically melting against his.

The faint chuckle that escaped Matt’s lips was filled with affection as he returned to his food, though his movements were slower now, not wanting to disturb her.

"Wow." Nick muttered, his voice barely audible through his drowsiness. He leaned his chin on his palm and smirked at the sight of Y/N clinging to Matt like a koala. "She’s really comfortable, huh?"

"Looks like it." Chris added with a teasing grin, his hand subtly moving to grab his phone from the table. He couldn’t resist recording the scene in front of him; his brother’s flushed face, Y/N’s sleepy frame wrapped around Matt like he was her personal pillow, and Matt’s barely-there attempts to keep a straight face.

"Shut up." Matt muttered, rolling his eyes at his brothers while trying to keep his voice quiet enough. His head lowered slightly to press a soft, awkward kiss to the top of Y/N’s head, the angle slightly off because of her position, but the sweetness in the gesture made up for it.

Chris snickered quietly, his phone still recording as he whispered.

"Two years, and you’re still whipped, dude."

Matt didn’t even bother denying it. Instead, he simply adjusted his arm to hold her a little closer, his hand resting lightly on the right side of her thighs, bringing her legs closer. The movement was protective and tender.

"At least I’m not about to fall asleep in my pasta." He shot back softly, motioning toward Nick’s plate, where his fork was dangerously close to slipping from his fingers as he nodded off.

They continued eating in hushed tones, with Chris occasionally pausing to stifle his laughter at Nick falling asleep while chewing. Meanwhile, Y/N remained blissfully unaware of all of it, her breathing slowing as the sound of the boys’ voices blended into a soothing hum. She was vaguely aware of Matt’s hand moving to eat, but she trusted him to be careful enough not to burn or drop it on her.

When the waiter eventually came by to clear the plates, Matt stopped him, pointing to Y/N’s unfinished plate.

"Can we get this to go?" He asked softly, his voice still gentle as if not to wake her. The waiter nodded, and Matt gave him a thankful smile before returning his attention to her.

Chris finally pocketed his phone and leaned back in his chair, a grin plastered on his face.

"Well." He said quietly, looking between the three of them. "I guess this counts as a successful first dinner in Milan."

Matt hummed in agreement, pressing his cheek against Y/N’s hair, turning his focus back to his brothers.

"Are you going to meet Laura, Nick?" He asked, looking at the oldest triplet, who nodded while pressing his fingers to his eyes. "Okay, we can go wait for you at the Du... Duo... that bright building."

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The patio in front of the Duomo was vast and bustling, even late at night. The trio stood at the edge of the square, far enough from the chaos of tourists to have a quiet moment while they waited for Nick.

The cold nipped at their faces, the chill of the Milanese night seeping through their jackets. Y/N was wrapped snugly in Matt’s arms, her cheek pressed against his chest as she tried to stay warm - or at least that’s what it looked like. In truth, she was barely awake, her head lolling slightly every now and then. Matt’s oversized jacket was draped over her shoulders on top of her own, cocooning her as she clung to him.

Matt squinted at Chris’s camera, his breath visible in the cold as he began.

"Alright, I’m not going to embarrass myself by trying to say the name of this building again, but me, Chris, and Y/N are enjoying it from afar."

Chris snorted from behind the camera, tilting it slightly to frame the scene better.

"Well, me and you." He corrected, his voice dripping with humor. "Because Y/N is sleeping standing up."

Matt couldn’t hold back his laugh, the sound rumbling in his chest and vibrating against Y/N’s cheek. He looked down at her, brushing a few stray strands of hair away from her face, his fingers gentle.

"She really is." He said with a grin, glancing at the camera again.

"I’m not!" Y/N protested weakly, her voice muffled as she buried herself further into Matt’s chest. She tried to lift her head to prove them wrong but only managed to half-open her eyes, her words slurring slightly. "I’m... I’m seeing the church. It’s beautiful."

Her attempt at defiance only made Matt and Chris laugh harder.

"Yeah, sure." Chris teased, zooming in slightly on her face before panning back to Matt.

"Guys, we just went out to eat." Matt started to the camera, still chuckling. "And we were literally all falling asleep at the table."

Chris spun the device to face himself, nodding vigorously.

"We were all so tired because we’ve been up for over 24 hours. Like, we were just fading away."

"The only thing that kept me alive..." Matt added as Chris turned the camera back to him. "Was the ice cream."

Y/N stirred slightly in his arms, her voice a soft mutter.

"And me."

Both brothers froze for a moment before bursting into laughter.

"Oh my God." Chris shook his head, barely keeping the camera steady. "Did you hear that? She said 'and me'."

Matt grinned down at her, his heart melting at the sight of her sleepy pout.

"You’re not wrong, tho." He said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "You do keep me alive."

Chris groaned jokingly, pretending to gag as he zoomed in on Matt’s face.

"Alright, let’s tone down the mushy stuff for the camera, you two. This is a vlog, you know?"

Matt rolled his eyes but couldn’t stop smiling. He tightened his grip on Y/N, letting her lean on him fully as her body relaxed even more against his. She was barely conscious at this point, her breaths slow and steady, but he didn’t mind. If anything, he was glad she felt comfortable enough to rest in his arms like this.

"Where’s Nick?" Chris asked after a moment, turning the camera to capture the Duomo behind them. "He’s been gone forever."

"He probably fell asleep somewhere." Matt joked, adjusting the jacket on Y/N’s shoulders.

They continued talking nonsense as the cold air swirled around them, Chris pointing out every biker that crossed their path, but Y/N didn’t stir again. She was too far gone, her exhaustion outweighing the chill of the night or the noise of the square. Matt kept her close, shielding her from the worst of the cold as they waited, his heart full despite the fatigue pulling at him.

When Nick finally returned, his steps hurried, and his face red from the chill, he found the trio exactly as he’d expected, glancing at Y/N with a small smile.

"Ready to go?" Nick asked after explanation about the guy who tried to make him buy roses for Laura.

"More than ready." Matt replied, his voice soft. He looked down at Y/N, brushing his fingers across her cheek to rouse her gently. "C’mon, sleepyhead. Time to get back to the hotel."

Y/N mumbled something incoherent, but her arms tightened around Matt’s waist as if to say she wasn’t ready to move. He laughed quietly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he glanced at his brothers.

"Sweetheart, you have to wake up so we can go to our warm room and sleep in our bed, yeah?"

The camera was already trained on them as Matt talked Y/N out of her sleep softly.

"And this..." Chris said with a dramatic tone. "Is why Matt gets the boyfriend of the year award."

The screen cut off with the sound of their laughter echoing into the night, the cathedral standing tall behind them.

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"... Goodnight Italy, goodnight moon, goodnight Prada-"

Nick, already giggling, interrupted with a laugh.

"Goodnight Prada is crazy." He said, shaking his head and pulling the covers up to his chin.

Chris, ignoring him, continued, his voice dripping with sleep as his words got a bit mixed up.

"Goodnight pasta, airport-"

Matt cut him off, too, straightening from his relaxed stance.

"Alright, I’m out. Say goodnight me, 'cause I’m leaving."

Chris stopped abruptly whatever he was trying to say, throwing an arm out from beneath the duvet as if reaching for him.

"No, no, no!" He protested, his voice filled with fake distress.

Nick rolled his eyes, his laughter subsiding into a fond grin.

"Let him go back to Y/N before she falls asleep in the shower or something." He teased, adjusting his pillow and settling more comfortably.

Chris groaned in defeat, sinking deeper into his blankets.

"Fine. But say goodnight to her." He said, pouting as Matt smirked and nodded.

"Will do." Matt replied, switching off the camera and leaving it at the marble oval table before slipping out the door. The hallway was quiet as Matt made his way to his room, his steps soft against the carpeted floor.

He pushed the door open softly, careful not to let it creak, stepping inside before closing it behind him, and was immediately greeted by the faint scent of Y/N’s lotion lingering in the air.

After walking through the short hallway that separated the entrance from the room itself, he paused in his tracks, the sight before him pulling a soft laugh from his lips.

Y/N was already tucked in bed, the duvet pulled up to her chin, leaving only her head peeking out. Her hair, still slightly damp from her shower, clung to her pillow in messy strands. Her eyes were closed, but her face twitched slightly, her brows furrowing at the sound of his laugh, as if she was caught between sleep and awake.

He shook his head fondly, leaning against the wall.

"You’re trying so hard, aren’t you?" He murmured quietly, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

The sound of his voice seemed to stir her. Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing her sleepy gaze, eyes slightly red from the tiredness. It took her a moment to focus on him, and when she did, a small, drowsy smile curved her lips.

"Hi, baby." She murmured, her voice thick with sleep. "You’re back."

Matt chuckled softly, stepping closer to the bed.

"Yeah." He said, crouching by her side. His hand reached out to brush a strand of hair from her face. "Chris said goodnight."

"Goodnight, Chris." She mumbled, her words slurred and barely audible, and her eyes began to drift closed again.

Matt’s chest ached with affection at the sight of her so vulnerable.

"Go to sleep, sweetheart." He whispered, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her temple. "I’ll be there in a second. Just need to change."

She hummed in response, barely acknowledging his words as she nestled further into the duvet, her breathing evening out.

Matt moved quickly, changing into a pair of sweatpants and a soft shirt, all the while keeping his movements quiet. When he finally slid into bed beside her, the warmth of her body immediately drew him in. She stirred slightly, instinctively shifting closer to him, her head finding its place on his chest as her arm draped over his waist.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her snugly against him and adjusting the duvet to create a cocoon of warmth around them both. His lips found the top of her head, and he kissed it softly, lingering for a moment.

"I love you." He whispered against her hair, his voice barely audible in the stillness of the room, exhaling the comforting scent of fresh shampoo.

Y/N, her eyes still closed, raised her head slightly, her face tilting toward his. Her lips were pursed in a sleepy pout, and Matt couldn’t help but chuckle at how endearing she looked. He leaned down, meeting her lips in a lazy, intimate kiss. It was slow and messy, the sleep messing with their minds, but it was full of love.

Her head dropped back to his chest after pulling away, sighing softly.

"Thank you." She whispered.

Matt’s brow furrowed slightly as he looked down at her.

"For what?"

Her voice was soft and muffled against his shirt.

"For this. I’m only here because of you."

He shook his head, pressing another kiss to her hair.

"Even if Prada hadn’t invited us, I’d take you on a trip around all of Europe if you wanted to. Just say the word, baby."

Her lips curved into a small smile against his chest.

"I love you." She whispered.

"I love you more." He replied, his voice filled with certainty.

She hummed softly in response, her body relaxing completely against his as sleep overtook her. Matt stayed awake a little longer, his hand gently stroking her back as he watched her sleep, feeling like the luckiest man alive.

© vanteguccir

[thicc-ray-of-sunshine]

Hellooo, I don’t know if you do request but what if Ford was overworking himself down in the basement, and to surprise him, you cosplay as your DD&MD character but in lacy lingerie while give him a lap dance…Sorry if that’s too much my imagination going haywire 😃

Oh I'm soooo behind this

Suggestive content under the cut

MINORS DNI

It was late, very late actually. You were not especially surprised that Ford had yet to make an appearance; having been cooped up in the lab for most of this week tinkering away. Now was the third night in a row that he had come to bed late. Yesterday you had to drag his sorry sleep deprived behind upstairs at the ripe hour of 3am, finding him passed out in his chair and hunched over in a position that was definitely not good for his back. Tonight though he had promised to do better, to return to you at a reasonable hour. It was now 12:43am so the hour was not in fact reasonable. Old habits die hard you mused, how else was a man able to get so many PHDs?

Typically you slept rather restlessly, even more so without the comfort of Ford besides you. Tonight though you were awake at such a late hour for a reason. Said reason being what you deemed as 'positive reinforcement.' You had every intention of seducing Ford the moment he entered your shared bedroom.

Which is how you got here; in probably about a third of your Dungeons Dungeons and More Dungeons persona, lounging somewhat lackadaisically on your stomach in an extremely raunchy set of lingerie that left very little to the imagination. You fiddled with the dice next to you on the bed, enjoying the sound of them clacking together. Well the night isn't getting any younger and neither is Ford so if he wasn't gonna come up to you- you were gonna go down to him.

Bouncing up and off of the bed you plucked Ford's neatly folded bathrobe off the back of the chair at Ford's desk and pulled it over your ensemble, checking in the mirror to make sure there were no clear indicators of your chosen attire. Securing the tie around your waist, you picked up the dice and your phone, sliding them into pockets before checking your appearance one last time in the mirror and adjusting the circlet and elf ears you donned.

It was late enough that you had no real fear of running into anyone else but you still chose to be cautious; it would be incredibly obvious to anyone on the outside to just what you were doing sneaking around like this With that thought in mind you took your time getting to the basement.

Unsurprisingly Ford was still very much awake and actively working. His back and shoulders were tense and he scribbled down notes in his precious journal, still oblivious of your presence. He jumped a little when you slid up behind him, sliding your arms loosely around his neck and letting your head rest on his shoulder.

"Hello Dear. I'll be up in a few minutes, I just need to finalize this calculation."

You just hummed and coiled your arms tighter around him, fingers playing with the knit of his sweater while waiting for Ford to play catch-up. Your lack of genuine response paired with your unwillingness to leave seemed to be all Ford needed to put it together, all the pieces snapping together in his big wonderful brain. He paused in your embrace, gears grinding to a halt, pencil suddenly unmoving.

"I've done it again haven't I? What time is it my Love?"

You just laughed, cheeks flushing at the term of endearment and moving your hands to rub his tense shoulders while pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

"It's well past midnight Darling."

Your tone was sweet but matter-o-factly in his ear, letting out another small airy giggle when he dropped his head to his desk abit dramatically. You tutted at him and moved to grab ahold of his chair so you could turn him to face you; he let you. There was a rosy tint to his cheeks, clearly a little embarrassed for making you get out of bed to retrieve him like a petulant child past their bedtime for the third time this week. His eyes were apologetic when they met yours, then turning suspicious when he saw your clothing choice. You gave him very little time to scrutinize, wanting to get the drop on him. And drop you did: the robe you stole falling to the floor just as fast as Ford's jaw did. In that quick movement to had also taken liberty in placing your phone face up on his desk, a D20 in your hand as you slunk down to straddle his lap. You took great care in pressing your body to his as you placed a chaste kiss next to his open mouth, ghosting your lips across his skin until you met his ear.

"Persuasion check. Roll for seduction."

Your voice was low, a sweet beckoning whisper against him and it sent a shiver down his spine. He tried to pull you in for a kiss but you resisted him, instead flicking your wrist and letting the die in your drop onto his desk. You both watched as it rolled to a stop against the corner of his open journal. Ford gulped loudly, eyes flitting back to you.

"Eighteen."

Ford's voice was a low rasp, sounding dry in his throat. His gaze was intense, eyelids hooded. You leaned back and he chased you, still trying to kiss you. Again you resisted him, tracing his jaw with your forefinger.

"Eighteen with a multiplier of plus two for being a bard and a secondary plus two for being a half elf. So twenty-two."

Taking his jaw in your hand, you decided to have mercy on him, leading him into you for a kiss. He needed no convincing, meeting you eagerly, lips meeting yours in a bawdy open mouthed kiss. It was a little clumsy at first, noses bumping together momentarily and his glasses making themselves known against your cheek before his brain caught up with his body; influencing his handiwork. His tongue worked against yours diligently, your own wrapping around the smooth muscle and sucking lightly. That was all you allowed him, pulling away again and sitting back on your heels, letting out a laugh at the disappointed whimper that left him as you did so. The hand that had snaked it's way into your hair attempted to pull you back in, putting gentle pressure on the back of your skull to encourage you.

You smoothed your hands down his sides, stopping to squeeze his thighs, smiling when you felt the muscles clench under your fingers. Ford's hips reflexively bucked up into yours when your hands skimmed higher, against his pelvis. You turned your attention to your phone on his desk, swiping up on the screen to press play on the song you had queued up. It wasn't anything special per-say, but it worked for the occasion.

"Should've come to bed Honey."

He blinked slowly up at you, finally catching onto your plan. His grip tightened reflexively as you moved to lift yourself up before you gently grabbed his hands, bringing them to your lips, hot breath fanning against his knuckles in a way that made him feel dizzy. You placed a kiss to both of them, maintaining eye contact as you brought them both to rest back on the arms of his chair. You kept your hands over his, leaning in close to nip at his earlobe; voice low and spilling from your lips like honey as you spoke.

"Gonna keep your hands right here and to yourself okay Sweetheart?"

He nodded dumbly at you, your words and honeyed tone ringing in his ears and knocking around inside his skull.

Taking great care to actually move gracefully, you used Ford's body as leverage to smoothly stand. Making sure to arch your back in a fairly evocative way on your ascent, pushing out your breasts invitingly towards him. Your body moved lithely, almost balletic as you swiveled around on your feet, throwing a saucy look over your shoulder back at him before gyrating your hips to the music. Ford was hypnotized, watching silently from his place in his chair. Music barely audible over the blood rushing in his ears as he watched you drag your hands sensually over the contours of your body, feeling his cock come further to life beneath his slacks. He shifted in his seat, attempting to adjust his pants and relieve some of the pressure he felt somewhat discreetly. You easily caught him of course, observant at you were. Simpering at him, you closed the distance between your bodies again.

"Feeling tense Stanford?"

Upon closer inspection of your lascivious apparel he spotted some interesting and rather complex looking stitching zigzagging across the crotch area. Any and all questions he had pertaining to your undergarments were suddenly dashed and graciously answered as you whipped your body forward, arching your back harshly and tracing your hands up your spread legs tantalizingly. The new angle your body took on completely showcasing the fact that the stitching he was admiring was actually a seam, a seam that was now very much open and giving him a front row seat to your glistening folds. He balked, letting out a choked sound as he shot ramrod straight up in his chair, cock at full attention.

You smiled with a sadistic satisfaction, running your hands up his thighs just to make him squirm. Fingers just barely brushing against the clothed length of him where it was now tenting in his pants. A groan rumbled low in his throat, eyes greedily eating up the sight of your breasts sitting prettily against your torso, framed beautifully by the delicate lace trim of your bra.

He hadn't seen this piece before he realized, not recognizing the pattern of elegant lace pattern decorating your chest and hips. He felt a level of fondness rise in him right alongside want at the idea of you surprising him like this. It then struck him in the chest that this was a planned effort, orchestrated with the goal to seduce him. Although he very much doubted that your original plot had taken place in the lab; a slight on his part he imagined.

You laughed and leered lecherously at him over your shoulder before crawling your way back onto his lap. Ford was hyper aware of every movement you made on him, knowing that only his own clothing separated him from your sex. You gave him no reprieve, sitting on your haunches as you just barely hovered over him, not giving him the satisfaction of your pussy dragging against his clothed member.

His fingers flexed, clenching aggressively around the armrests as he fought to keep his composure, unwilling to be the one to end your little game. You just smiled at him again, fluttering your lashes almost innocently as you brought your hands down to play with his where they sat white knuckling the worn leather, humming thoughtfully as you traced around each individual finger.

"You're being terribly good Ford. It's really no fun."

You teased him without any bite, giggling a bit as he raised a brow at you.

"I'm just doing as you asked Dear."

He couldn't help the smirk that worked it's way onto his face, his voice taking on a lower register that he knew would get you all hot and bothered. Your reaction was subtle and he had to give credit where credit was due but he knew your every micro expression and could see straight through the slight wobble in your lip you tried to mask by biting it.

"Don't you want to touch me Ford? "

Your voice took on a pout, feigning hurt while you finally dropped your weight onto his lap, grinding heavily against his erection. Ford hissed through his teeth at the sensation, being able to feel you glide against him even through his pants. Your eyes were still on him, still waiting for an answer from him.

"Yes. I would like to very much."

You giggled again, finding his phrasing both a bit silly and endearing in your current situation.

"Roll for it."

Ford's hand was trembling slightly as he reached back for the die, fumbling around behind him on the desk blindly until he felt the smooth edges of the die beneath his fingers. Your fingers delicately traced edges of his jaw, regarding him with a sardonic expression as you watched him try to regain some semblance of his composure. He made a noise, a grunt maybe, in an effort to clear his throat; his adams apple bobbing briefly when he swallowed, his mouth feeling dry. You took the moment to bite at it, scraping your teeth and laving your tongue across the column of his throat as he wove the die between his fingers; pulling back only to watch it drop back onto his desk.

Ford's breath hitched, head turned and Lazer focused on the die as it slowly came to a stop. A loud groan could be heard throughout the space, immediately followed by howling laughter.

"A two! Critical failure!."

You gasped out between laughs that shook your whole body, having to grasp at the arms of the chair to steady yourself atop Ford as his head dropped back in defeat, hands falling limply at his sides. Ford leveled you with a chastising look at your continued snickering. You simply brought your hands back up to his face, leaning in to pepper his face with sweet kisses.

"Oh you should have come to bed Darling."

You cooed against his skin, breath tickling his cheeks as you withdrew abit. His face was softer now but still frustrated, lips turned into what you'd dignify as a pout. As much as you wanted to tease him more about it you had technically accomplished your goal; knowing full well he'd follow you wherever you would go once you got up off his lap, if he let you that is. He was being a terribly good sport about this, even with his straining, clearly painfully hard cock trapped between your bodies. Being ever so merciful whilst also indulging in your need to make Ford squirm you ground down against him hard. Absolutely languishing in the loud shattering moan that escaped his chest and the way his hands shot up to dig into your hips.

"I'll tell you what-"

A dreamy sigh left your lips along with a soft moan of Ford's name as he bucked up against you. Leaning in closer your breath fanned against his earlobe as you finished the thought he had interrupted.

"You come with me to bed and I'll let you make a saving throw."

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Sure you knew this "positive reinforcement" would probably never break this bad habit but you'd reap the very pleasureable consequences all the same.

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Summer of Love pt. 1

Pairing - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x reader

Word count - 2,367

Warnings - none

Summary - while in the final stages of recovery after a mission gone wrong, Bradley signs himself up to work at a summer camp just for something to do since Maverick has barred him from Navy work for the time being. meanwhile, you're in between jobs and figure working at a summer camp is some good experience. you meet Bradley and experience a romance you could've never expected (along with some very nosy kids)

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A/N - here it is y'all! the very first part of 'Summer of Love' I am so excited to be posting this I'm honestly so impressed with myself for writing it as quick as I did and I hope this lives up to expectations. I will say I am open to suggestions on things people may like to see within the series so if you have ideas do feel free to suggest them in my inbox :). anyways I won't ramble, as per y'all please send in requests, feedback, and enjoy!!!

After hours upon hours of driving, you finally pulled into the summer camp that was to be your home and workplace for the next couple of months. You parked your car and stepped out of the driver’s seat raising your arms and stretching, sighing as you take in the sights of the camp, amazed at all the beauty that surrounded you.

After stretching and bringing some relief to your tense body, you head in the direction of the buildings you saw, trying to locate the office and soon figuring it out by process of elimination. You approach the building, seeing someone standing just outside who is watching the various soon-to-be counsellors walking around and interacting with each other and they soon notice you approaching them.

“Hello! I’m Kerry!” The woman greets you enthusiastically and you immediately recognise her to be the Camp Director.

“Hi, I’m y/n.” You say, holding your hand out to shake hers before she consults her clipboard, eyes scanning the list for your name.

“Ah, there you are. You’ll be in cabin six. We put the counsellors in cabins together for orientation so you guys can get to know each other and near the end of orientation, we give you guys your cabins for the summer.” Kerry explains, gesturing for you to follow her as she leads you towards some wooden carts you could use to put your belongings in to carry them to the cabin easier and she waits patiently for you to unload your stuff into the cart before having you follow her to the cabin you’d be staying in for the duration of orientation. The cabin wasn’t huge, but it didn’t need to be. It sat just along the lake as all the cabins did.

When you enter the cabin, it is empty but there is evidence of other people. Neatly made beds, people’s stuff upon bedside tables and shelves.

“Thank you, Kerry.” You thanked her as you explored the cabin. Kerry bids you goodbye and tells you when meal times are and lets you know that you’re free to explore the camp and get your bearings before leaving you to your own devices. You picked an empty bed and began moving your stuff from the cart outside to the cabin and began unpacking slightly, making your bed and tucking your suitcase under the bed to clear space. You hadn’t packed too much, just following the very basics of the packing list you were sent so thankfully your bag wasn’t too big or heavy.

When you finished unpacking and tidying your stuff away, you decided to leave the cabin and explore the camp a little. Instead of backtracking the way you came when Kerry showed you to your cabin, you went the opposite direction, following the row of cabins until you reached a spot overlooking the lake and you took a moment to take in the sights. The camp was surrounded by woodland as well as the lake and the trees extended all along the lakeside, but you could see small wooden buildings directly opposite you on the lake which was a clear indicator that this camp wasn’t the only camp on the lake. After appreciating the beauty before you, you continue to walk the line of cabins, unsurprised to see that they’re mostly the same size with a small handful being a little smaller for fewer kids. You pass various other members of staff who offer you a smile and a wave which you return. You then soon end up back at the main area of the camp where the dining hall and office are located.

“Hey, I saw you standing here so I figured I’d come over and say hi. I’m Ella.” A woman approaches you with a smile. She looked to be a little younger than you but regardless you smiled and introduced yourself.

“It’s nice to meet you, Ella. I’m y/n. I’m just getting my bearings. It’s pretty spacious.” You reply, watching as she nods before glancing around the space around you.

“It takes a bit of getting used to. This is my second summer here so I’m more than happy to show you around if you’d like.” Ella offers, looking back at you with a friendly smile.

“If it’s not too much trouble I’d love it if you could show me around.” You say gratefully, following Ella as she gestures for you to follow her. She first leads you to the dining hall, taking you to the top of the stairs and showing you the large room filled with tables.

“This is the dining hall. It will be much more chill with just staff because when the kids arrive it can get noisy, not to mention all the songs at dinner.” Ella explains with a laugh, thinking back to her last year at camp.

“Got it. Make sure I prepare for all the songs.” You reply, chuckling slightly at the image of the dining hall filled with kids singing. You then follow Ella back down the stairs and stick by her side as she gives you a full tour of the camp, even explaining how certain things work around camp as well as giving little anecdotes of her own past experiences. You even find out that she’s staying in the same cabin as you during orientation which makes you relax upon the thought that you now know at least one person in the cabin. When Ella concludes the unofficial tour, you notice a group of male counsellors emerging from the staff lounge all talking over each other as they head towards the dining room just as you hear Ella mentioning that it is almost dinner time. You and Ella make your way to the dining room and join the queue for food, standing behind one of the men who had walked past you just moments prior and he soon turned around to face you and you never could’ve prepared yourself for how attractive this man was.

He was tall, had sandy blond hair and had brown eyes that looked perfect when the sun hit them. He was muscular and sporting a moustache which you thought suited him. When he locked eyes with you, he smiled softly and decided to strike up a conversation.

“Hey, you must’ve just arrived today. I’m Bradley.” He introduced himself, his smile never fading nor his eyes leaving yours even as he reached for a paper plate to serve up his meal.

“Yeah, I’ve not been here very long. I’m y/n.” You reply with a smile, grabbing a plate of your own and dishing yourself up some food.

“Nice to meet you, y/n.” You couldn’t lie at that moment. Bradley saying your name felt so right. Your name rolled off his tongue effortlessly and you tried to fight back your emotions because you did not want to be catching feelings this early on, if at all. You soon both reached the end of the food line and headed over to a free table. Some of the guys Bradley was with and Ella sat at your table as well and the eight of you spent the meal getting to know each other a little more.

“So, y/n, what kind of activities are you going to be running at camp?” One of the guys named Cameron asks after taking a sip of his water.

“Just general field sports, mostly hockey, but I am signed up to lead the occasional hikes the kids can do. What about you guys?” You say, listening intently to all the replies you receive. Most of the guys were going to be lifeguards, Ella was teaching sewing and crafts and Bradley had just remained silent.

“What about you, Bradley?” Ella asks with a smile, curious about his job within the camp.

“Same as y/n actually. Except I’ll be mostly teaching soccer. But I am doing the hiking thing as well.” Bradley admits with a sheepish smile, a tone and demeanour you didn’t expect from him.

“Well, it’s a good thing we’re starting to get to know each other already then.” You reply with a smile looking over at Bradley as he relaxes a little, smiling back at you.

The rest of the meal flies by and you soon exit the hall with Bradley, Ella, and the others and you all decide to throw around a tennis ball one of the guys who would be teaching tennis had. You tossed the ball between each other, chatting and attempting to distract each other as you all laughed. Soon enough, the sun began to set and many people began to retreat into the staff lounge to spend the rest of the evening with the rest of the staff and to watch a movie together. However, you chose to remain outside, sat on the porch, gently rocking on one of the rocking chairs that sat on the porch and watched the beautiful golden glow illuminate the camp as the sun disappeared over the horizon.

“Didn’t want to come in?” You turn around to see Bradley poking his head out of the door, having noticed your lack of presence in the staff lounge.

“I don’t really get to see sunsets like this. I wanted to appreciate each one while I get the chance.” You admit as Bradley crosses the porch, easing himself down into the other chair and focusing his attention back on you.

“You should see the sunsets where I live.” Bradley mumbles softly, thinking of the sunsets he had grown accustomed to back in Miramar.

“I take it they’re pretty.” You say in response, your eyes still fixed on the horizon and the fading of the sun.

“They’re gorgeous” Bradley says, watching the corners of your mouth twitch up into a smile before you turn to look at him. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes until you spoke up again.

“I must admit I’m very jealous that you get sunsets as pretty as this. You never really got to see the sunsets where I used to live. I can only hope when I move and start my new job I’ll have some places to watch the sunset.” You say, trying your best not to let your sadness and anxieties sneak into your voice. You had lived in the same place almost your whole life and recently realised you weren’t doing what you wanted to be doing so uprooting what you knew and moving someplace entirely new was scary. Not to mention working in a summer camp in the middle of it all.

“What’s your new job? If you don’t mind me asking.” Bradley enquires, eyes watching you with nothing but curiosity.

“Teaching. I always wanted to be a teacher and I finally got the chance, even if it does mean I’ve got to handle a big move. What about you? What do you do?” You admit with a chuckle before asking Bradley what he does for a living.

“I’m a naval aviator. I got a good chunk of time off so figured I’d do something worthwhile with my time.” Bradley says, trying not to sound boastful about his job but still wanting to display his pride in his career. He knew he wasn’t telling you the whole truth about why he was granted so much time off but he couldn’t do that to you. You seemed so sweet and he didn’t want to dump any of his trauma on you. Before another word could be spoken, you hear the door swing open once more and this time Ella appears.

“Hey, I was going to head back to the cabin to get ready for bed. Wanna come with?” She asks as you nod, standing up and just then realising how tired you were from travelling.

“I could do with an early night. I’ll see you around Bradley.” You say, at first to Ella before directing your goodbye to Bradley, sending him a soft wave and smile as you follow Ella and Bradley watches as you disappear into the darkness that now covers the camp and soon Cameron and the rest of Bradley’s cabin mates emerge from the staff lounge.

“You’ve been out here then?” John asks, having wondered where Bradley was.

“I bet he was out here with y/n. He’s been smitten since he first saw her.” Freddy then says as Bradley rolls his eyes and gets up from his seat, heading back towards his cabin with his cabin mates on his tail.

“Yes, I was out here with y/n. No, I am not smitten.” Bradley says as the boys catch up to him. He was lying of course. Bradley hadn’t been one to believe in love at first sight no matter how much his mother had told him about it growing up. But now he was starting to believe that she might be right.

Meanwhile, you had gotten ready for bed and had clambered into your bed, listening to the sounds of nature just outside your window as Ella got in the bed opposite yours.

“So, how did you enjoy your first day?” Ella asks as the two of you lay back on your beds, staring up at the ceiling.

“It was great. I can’t wait for tomorrow.” You say with a smile despite knowing Ella couldn’t see it.

“It’s good you get on so well with Bradley already. It really helps to get along with the people you are going to spend the most time with.” Ella then says, making you raise an eyebrow at her intentions.

“He’s easy to get along with. He’s a nice guy.” You reply, glancing in the direction of Ella’s bed.

“I bet your crush on him is helping too.” Ella says and you let out a laugh and roll your eyes.

“And on that note, goodnight, Ella.” You say lightly, rolling over and facing the wall as Ella jokingly groans and laughs at your reaction before quieting down and whispering a goodnight of her own. You watch the wall silently, thinking over Ella’s words for a few moments before letting your tired eyes finally drift close.

You couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

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[sombrashe]

The Hospitable | Part 3 | Day One

content non-binary oc (they/them pronouns), teenager oc, extensive death talking, canon familial death, explaining death to a child, survivor guilt, child oc

Stepping over my discarded bags I make my way to the bed where Marina now lies facing the ceiling.

"What's up, buttercup?"

"I miss Mommy."

"I do too."

"When is she coming?"

"She's not, it's just you and me now."

"Why?"

"Do you remember Nana Bela? How when everything started to get really cold and Nana got really sick? Do you remember what your Daddy told you?"

"Nana Bela is in heaven... is Mommy and Daddy there?"

"Yes, Mommy, Daddy, Ainsley, Maggie, Dom, everyone. They're all in heaven now. This train is the reason we're not in heaven with them."

Her sudden tears shatter my heart completely, I pick up the pieces enough to comfort her. Sitting down I wait until she crawls in my lap to wrap her in my arms. The hug is awkward with the amount of layers we have on but I don't stop until she pulls away. Looking up at me with damp cheeks I cup her face and wipe those tears away with my thumbs. I tap my forehead against hers.

"I know this is hard to understand and it's going to be hard, but I'm going to need you to listen to me no matter what now, okay? Just like how you listened to Mommy and Daddy."

She gives a simple nod and I know she isn't going to follow the rules. She's still just a baby. So I make a vow to myself. I will never get mad at her for anything simple again, no more older sibling complaints. I'm the adult now and I need to act like one. Smoothing her hair I stand and make my way back to the bags littering the floor. Picking them up one by one I place them in a row on the left side of the bed. My suitcase stays propped against the end of the bed waiting to be unpacked. Making sure to keep the right side clear I bring Marina to my side to assist me in unpacking. Starting with my original bad I open it to see it overflowing, a few items slip out and onto the bed and floor. Leaning down I pick up Shirley Temple and place her at the top of the bed. Going through the items I place everything in rows to get a real look at exactly what I'm left with. Ten pairs of socks and underwear, two pairs of full-body thermal underwear, an extra pair of jeans and a few pairs of plain oversized shirts, three brand new sudoku puzzle books, the entire Thirst series, a case full of mechanical pencils, pens, led and a polymer eraser. Moving a step over I let Marina pull everything out of her bag and match what she could. Fourteen pairs of socks, ten pairs of underwear, four pairs of thermal underwear, some shirts and pants, a cute sundress, three pairs of matching pajamas, two coloring books with plenty of crayons and pencils, and a few Little Critter books mixed in with some Berenstain Bears. She notices, trapped at the very bottom, a copy of The Little Mermaid and Moana.

"Okay, let's put some of this away, yeah? Make some more room so we can open the biiiig suitcase."

Marina grins and starts gathering socks in her arms with most of them slipping through and landing on the ground. Running she stands patiently. While her back is turned I gather the fallen items and open one of the top drawers. She simply chucks everything in there without care for order. Smiling I shake my head.

"Do you want the left or right drawer?"

She thinks about it deeply, her little hand resting on her hip mimicking our Mom's thinking pose. Finally, she taps her finger against her chin much like our Father.

"Right! Oh, please."

Taking a moment I slide the unopened drawer open and split our socks correctly between the drawers. Luckily Mom folded the pairs within one another so I don't have to worry about organizing them to fit. Walking over to the bed I explain to her to only grab her own underwear and place them neatly within her drawer. She does good and places them in order of days; Monday gets pink, Tuesday gets green, Wednesday gets purple, Thursday gets black and white cats, Friday gets yellow flowers, Saturday gets stripes and Sunday gets polkadot. Noticing, I follow suit, matching colors with one another. Making sure the drawers are nice and snug I pull open the one directly below. Using this one for my thermals I make sure she gets the third and last drawer for her own. Once the drawers have your sparse amount of clothes I close them tightly. Walking back to the bed I remove my parents' bags from the bed and set them gently on top of the desk to be opened later when Marina was sleeping. Gathering our collective book collection I put them on the small shelf built into the wall a few feet above the desk. Coloring books go in the top drawer and sudoku goes in the bottom drawer. Sighing I take a look around and take in just how little items we have. Keeping our folded clothes on top of the bed I lug the suitcase onto the bed with a deep huff. Jeez Louise. Before Marina can unzip the case I tell her we have to go through the front pockets first. She greedily rips open the top one and starts pulling things out without a care in the world.

"Marina, stop. STOP."

I don't mean to shout, but items are ending up on the floor and tears start as I pick them up. She shrinks into herself with a pout as I use the heel of my palm to remove the wet droplets from my bottom lashes. I give her a gentle forehead kiss and apologize, explaining that we really need everything to be organized or else we'll lose it. Smoothing her hair I hand her the pack of toothbrushes and toothpaste to run into the bathroom. A small room with a shower, toilet, and sink crammed into it. I don't see what she does with them but I do hear a drawer slide open and then snap closed. She runs back and holds out her pudgy hands wiggling her fingers to get more items. Finishing pulling everything out of the pockets I take inventory. A six-pack of toothbrushes and a three-pack of toothpaste, a full-sized Head and Shoulders shampoo with matching conditioner, a full-sized Aveeno baby wash, two full-sized CeraVe face washes, and a brand new pink waterpik. Handing the items off one by one Marina places them within the bathroom meticulously. When she returns she gives me a thumbs up and crawls onto the bed once more. I finally let her open the suitcase and we're met with loads of stuff. Where undergarments would normally be kept instead it's packed to the brim with velvet-wrapped hangers. Removing them all I take a moment to hang up the clothes already folded and waiting. Coming back from the closet I see Marina has already started to unpack. She mimics me and attempts to slip the clothes from the case onto the hangers but struggles as the velvet trips her up.

"Sissy."

She's starting to pout again and I make a deal with her. She hands me the clothes and I'll hang them up for her. She hands me ten shirts and five pairs of jeans all much too small for me and I wonder how Mom knew to pack stuff for Marina. Ignoring the nagging in my chest I robotically hang up her clothes. Her sundress and nice flower girl dress from Martha's wedding are hung up next. Next, she hands me two pairs of shoes, a pair of sneakers I've never seen before, and her glossy black flats. Placing them on the floor in the closet I walk back to her holding up our Mom's fancy event dress, black velvet that drapes over the body holding the wearer's shape. Biting the tip of my tongue I quickly hang it up and shove it to the middle of the closet, a small bit of wood hiding it from view. Next are all my clothes. Nearly my entire wardrobe is rolled and shoved into the bag, vacuum sealed bags were used to make room and I take a moment to open them as Marina struggles to follow suit. The first two are full of plain shirts and band tees, the next one is full of jeans, skirts, and shorts. At the bottom is a few extra plastic hangers that I use on my jeans while my skirts and shorts are shoved into my drawer alongside the few pairs of mismatched pajamas Mom shoved in. Finishing hanging everything up I shove the two pairs of sneakers, a pair of black heels, and a pair of basic flats into the closet. Any extra hangers are hung up and our now empty bags are placed on the closet shelf. Clicking the door closed I walk over and let myself fall face-first onto the bed. Marina follows suit and gives a dramatic sigh before patting me on the back. I smile to myself and look over at her, my cheek pressed against the mattress and I look her over. Finally, after a few minutes of silence, she peeks out to see me staring.

"I wanna walk around."

"Tomorrow, I promise. People are still finding their rooms. We'll get lost if we go out there now."

"But I'm hungry now."

She sighs and buries her head into the mattress again. Right, food. I nod and force myself off the bed. All the snacks must have been eaten or else Mom would have made sure a few were packed. No wait. I move myself over to the desk and pull Mom's tote closer to me and don't even have to rummage before a few snacks peek their way up at me. Pulling them out I realize half the bag is food. A half bag of family-sized Cheetos, unopened movie theater-sized bags of Nerds, Twizzlers, and Reece's, and a box of chocolate chip protein bars. Ripping open the box I grab three out and in the other hand, I grab up the Cheeto bag. Walking back to the bed I lay everything out. Opening a protein bar I place it in Marina's hand who happily starts munching away. Walking into the bathroom I feel relieved that there is already an unopened pack of toilet paper sitting wedged between the toilet and sink. Ripping the plastic open I stack remove a roll, put it on the holder, and rip off a few pieces to use as napkins. Before leaving I make a mental note of where Marina places all our toiletries and am pleasantly surprised at how well organized she is. Exiting the bathroom I hand over the paper and watch as she gently folds it before continuing to eat. Opening the second protein bar I have to remind her to eat slowly or else she'll get an upset tummy. Taking the third one for myself I finally force myself to look out the window and upon the darkening landscape. Nibbling on the bar I click on my phone. 87%. 6:27 pm. It's been six hours already? That doesn't feel right, but then again I have no clue what time I arrived. Chewing on my bottom lip I ignore the rest of my bar and lay it on one of the built-in nightstands adorning either side of the bed. Walking over to the TV I decide to plug it in and with Marina's input (even though I should have known) I put in The Little Mermaid. Crawling onto the bed I let her crawl into my arms as she happily crunches on cheesy styrofoam. We watch the movie on repeat until the train eventually starts moving and we soon fall asleep to the slight rocking.

[leeknowsredeyeliner]

break up - choi hyunsuk

hyunsuk x fem reader x yoshi (?)

summary: you finally confront your boyfriend and get everything off your chest. how does it result into a break up?

genre: college au, break up au

word count: 3.8k+

warning: minor cussing, mention of anxiety, minor anxiety attack (passing out), mention of anxiety pills/meds, break up

note: the first sad fanfic i’ve ever written so i hope you enjoy :)

You're trembling at the sight of the audience from backstage, basically the entire university is present. Having anxiety and dreaming of becoming a performer is obviously not the best combination, you always need to have your pills ready in case of an emergency. You're completely used to performing in front of your classmates and a large crowd but they opened the theater until every seat was filled, you can barely see the people in the back.

The only thing that keeps you going is your best friend, he's always front seat at your recitals and other performances. Even when Yoshi's not physically there to cheer you on, you know he's watching from a FaceTime call with your moms. You've been best friends since freshman orientation, you've even thought you would end up together but there was someone else that caught your eye -- your current boyfriend, Hyunsuk.

Most people suspect that Yoshi's your boyfriend because he's always seen around you, but you don't blame them, it logically makes sense. Even you sometimes feel like Yoshi treats you as more than just a best friend. Hyunsuk tends to be busy on weekends which is totally understandable, you just wish he'd make the time and effort to see you perform just once. He's never been to any of your performances or recitals, you wouldn't be surprised if he was unaware of them. Your moms are concerned for your relationship but you repeatedly remind them it's no big deal to you and he's just a busy guy.

"30 seconds," one of the backstage staff whispers passing by you. You mentally prepare yourself for your last performance of the year. 'I can do this.' Is all you repeat in your mind. The only way you can survive is by searching for your silver haired best friend in the audience and he'll give you all the encouragement you need.

"You’re up," the same person from earlier whispers from beside you. You take a deep breath in and out to slightly calm down the rollercoaster of nervousness mixed with puke in your stomach. You make your way on the stage and before the song starts, you don't hesitate to distinctively skim the first row. Your eyes stop near the middle as you see Yoshi with a big smile on his face. He gives you his iconic thumbs up of motivation and the song starts.

You sing your heart out to the audience but caught yourself looking at Yoshi a bit too often. Then again, he's the only one out there that came for you. Not even your moms could make it because of how close the performance is to the holidays.

[7:09pm]

You gather your belongings from the dressing room and speed walk out of the hall. Opening the door to the main hallway, Yoshi is leaning against the wall holding a box of chocolates. You run up to him as his arms open wide, ready for you to tackle him. Your bodies clash together, pulling him into a tight hug. His head nestles into your neck as he mumbles, "You killed it as always, (Y/n)."

"Only because of you. You know I can't do anything without you around," you giggle. You both pull away from the hug then he takes your bag away from you, slinging it over his shoulder.

"What? Am I like your lucky charm?" He jokes and you both laugh but in the back of your mind you take it seriously, he technically is. Whenever he's watching over the phone, you make the slightest mistakes and just pray the audience doesn't notice. His live presence is much more comforting to you. "These are for you. I know you hate flowers because you consider them a waste of space in your apartment." He hands you the box of chocolates -- your favorite box of chocolates.

"Thank you. I'll finish these tonight. Do you wanna go for some cheesecake?" Yoshi and you celebrate after every performance with food or if he's feeling generous, he takes you out to go shopping.

"Ooh, I can't. I'm going out with Asahi and Jihoon. I'll make it up to you tomorrow though."

"There's no need to make up for it, the chocolate's enough." The two of you don't always need to celebrate with food afterwards. Maybe going back to the apartment and spending the rest of the night with Hyunsuk will be better anyway.

"You don't need a ride home?" He asks as you make your way outside of the building.

"It's across the street, I can walk." Perks of living close to the university means saving cash for food.

"Alright, you be safe. And don't forget to take your anxiety meds once he get home," he orders, throwing your bag at you. You say your goodbyes then part ways.

[7:32pm]

You unlock the door to your apartment and while taking your shoes off, you see Hyunsuk's daily pair. It seems like he casually threw them onto the floor with no care in the world. You neatly place them in an available cubby and put your shoes away in their rightful spot.

You walk into your room to see Hyunsuk passed out across the bed. You clean out your bag, putting your belongings away where they belong. While getting dressed into your house clothes, you hear movement from outside the bathroom. Walking out of the bathroom, you throw your hair up into a ponytail.

"When did you get here?" Hyunsuk asks as you join him in the kitchen.

"Around 10 minutes ago? How long have you been home for?"

"I came here straight after school. Where were you?" He casually responds, grabbing a popsicle from the freezer. "Out with Yoshi again?" He asks with a hint of annoyance in his voice, but maybe you're just annoyed with the words that came out his mouth. It's obvious he doesn't listen to a word you say. He really had no idea about your performance? Also, what's the reason for bringing up Yoshi in that way?

"I had my monthly performance," you bluntly say. If he really had no clue, there's no way you'd be able to tolerate his ignorance. The list of things he does that piss you off keeps growing longer and longer.

"Since when do you have monthly performances?" Your eyes follow his body moving from the kitchen to the couch. The TV flickers on and you notice his interest beginning to fade away like in any conversation you've had in the past.

"Can you please turn the TV off when we're talking?" You order him like you're his mother. Does he have even the slightest drop of respect? He treats you like his sidepiece, like you're there to entertainment him whenever he feels like it.

"Don't worry, I'm still listening," he responds with his eyes glued to the TV. His eyes haven't met yours since you've arrived.

Hyunsuk is your first boyfriend. You were never the type to date before college because the only thing occupying your mind was school. Although you started off clueless in relationships, after being with Hyunsuk for a year, you eventually learned the attributes to a toxic relationship and how certain behaviors are formed.

In the beginning, it was never like this, Hyunsuk did anything and everything just to gain your attention for more than 20 seconds, trying to win you over every day. You loved playing hard to get with him, testing his limits. One day, you gave in to him and his constant courting. The two of you became the happy couple everyone aspires to be.

"But I don't want coffee today!" You whine and jump a bit in place to show how desperate you are. "Ice cream please."

"Fine, only because I love you." The word 'no' doesn't exist in his vocabulary, at least when it comes to you. He feels bad when he sees how disappointed you get when things don't go the way you want. You and Yoshi walk through the campus on your way to the ice cream parlor nearby.

Acting like a child is a natural instinct to you. You're the youngest in the family so you were babied the most and those behaviors never faded away. You enjoy your foot to stay in the squares, never touching the lines as you walk along the sidewalks. Yoshi found your actions interesting and would sometimes copy you when he felt like it, other times he'd watch you from behind as your pace quickens.

"Do it with me," you say. It was supposed to come out as an order but the baby side of you stopped yourself. You take Yoshi's hand in yours to line him up to your speed. As you hop over each line, Yoshi walks beside you looking like a loser. "You're so lame. You owe me two ice-"

"Hey, (Y/n)!" Hyunsuk chirps from beside you, cutting you off. Hyunsuk's been convincing you to let him take you on a date for too long. Every day it's the same thing, 'How does this weekend sound?' 'Just one date.' It's not that you didn't want to go out with him, you'd actually enjoy it very much. You just want to test his patience, see how long he can last, and to what extent he'll go to.

You let go of Yoshi's hand and bring your hands to the straps of your backpack. "Uh, hi?" You act totally uninterested. You like to see him stutter and think of ways for you to say more than four words at a time.

"Did you tell Yoshi you want two ice creams? I can buy you two ice cream cones, if that's what you want." If someone is willing to buy you more than one of any kind of food, you're not passing up on that opportunity. Hyunsuk willing to pay for the food just to win you over is quite worrisome though, it's a sign of easy manipulation.

"I guess," you keep your response short.

"It's okay, dude. I can buy for (Y/n)." Yoshi says from the other side of you. He may have not gotten the message that this was a test for Hyunsuk.

"I just got paid, paying for her ice cream won't hurt," Hyunsuk throws a sassy smile at Yoshi. Hyunsuk runs in front of you to get to the ice cream parlor before you and Yoshi.

"You really got him using his money for you, huh?"

"Yup! You know, he seems to like me a lot," you state the obvious.

"Really? Hm, I don't know. To me, it seems like he doesn't even want to be around you," he sarcastically says.

"I kind of like him now," you blurt out.

"A Hyunsuk confession to me? That's a shocker." He's known about who you felt about Hyunsuk for a few days now. He was neither happy nor upset about the news, he must've seen it coming. "What? Are you finally going to answer him today?" He laughs with no idea that you've already created a plan before today.

"Um, yeah." Yoshi stops in his track but you continue to walk, not caring if he gets left behind or not. "Can you walk? I have ice cream waiting for me."

"You're going to tell him? Today?" He sounds absolutely shocked. It's hard to tell whether it's because he's afraid you'd abandon him or maybe he'll feel bad if things don't work the way you'd want.

"Is that not what I just said?" You walk back over to him and wrap your arms together. "Now, let's go."

The two of you walk over to the ice cream parlor and Hyunsuk's already waiting at a table with your two ice cream cones in hand. Yoshi orders his ice cream while you sit with Hyunsuk. "Thanks," you say as he hands you both cones.

"Yeah, no problem. I remember you always had strawberry ice cream at uni so that's what I got you," he flashes a cute smile.

"Do you not have some for yourself?" You ask and he shakes his head. A frown forms on your face, it's unfair that he's bought you dessert but left himself empty-handed. You extend your arm out and force him to take your extra ice cream cone.

"Are you free this Saturday night?" You blurt our before taking a lick of your ice cream.

Hyunsuk's taken by surprise, you're never the one to initiate any conversation that demonstrates interest but you had a sudden burst of boldness. His eyes widen and he begins to stutter, "Oh. I- Well- It's a weekend- Uh-"

You cut him off, his stuttering's cute but you want a straight up answer, "If you're not free, just tell me. We can figure out another day."

"Thursday night?"

"It's a date."

The date is what initiated your relationship, it was a new beginning as a couple and for you as an individual. By the end of the date, Hyunsuk's impatient self had asked you to be his girlfriend and you proudly said yes.

You can't put your finger exactly on when your relationship went downhill, all you know is leading up to your one year anniversary, things changed.

Hyunsuk started off sweet, caring, a whore for your attention but turned into an unsupportive and distant boyfriend. He never takes you out on random dates, walks with you to school in the morning, and most importantly, you don't sleep in the same bed anymore and if you were, there'd be a line of pillows separating you. You're the only person putting in the effort nowadays and it's tiring.

You snatch the remote from beside him and turn off the TV. "What the hell? Give me back the remote!" He slightly raises his voice but it doesn't bother you. He's done it way too many times for it to have any sort of effect you.

"Oh? You want the remote back? Here, take it." You rip the batteries out from the back and slip them into your back pocket. Mercilessly, the remote is thrown onto the couch next to him.

"What the fuck was that for?" He yells yet again. His eyes meet yours for the first time, his eyebrows furrowed and face burning red.

"I can't take this anymore! I've been taking your shit for way too long. What happened to you the past few months, huh? You are a whole 'nother person. You're not the Hyunsuk I met in literature class my freshman year," I scoff. "The old you would do anything to see me, spend time with me. Please, just tel-"

"What do you expect? People change, (Y/n)! Do you want me to stay the same for the rest of my life?" He has a point, people change but never to the extent where they begin to lose interest in their girlfriend's life.

"I expect you to act like my boyfriend! You're never there for me. I'm always at your dance recitals and soccer games but never have you been to one of mine." Your vision becomes blurry because of your teary eyes. "I- I'm so fucking tired. Tired of- of having to look in the crowd and not see my boyfriend's face. Do you know how helpless I feel up on stage? You're supposed to be my number one supporter."

"You have never mentioned your performances before. How was I supposed to know?" This is his excuse? That's the fattest lie ever made on the planet.

"What do you mean?" You raise your voice. Your voice is very unstable and so is your mind, you could break at any second. "I've been bringing it up even before we started dating. I'd tell you every month, 'I have a performance next week. Do you want me to buy you a ticket?' You always have an excuse, it always has to do with work or going out with your friends. Do you just not have time for your girlfriend?"

"No! I don't! I have a social life and I need to pay the bills. All you do is go out with that stupid Yoshi boy!" He had absolutely no business bringing him into this. Is he using Yoshi as an excuse to ignore his own girlfriend?

"Pay the bills?" You quietly say to yourself before repeating it as loud as possible, "Pay the fucking bills? Your money goes straight to drinking with your friends. I am the only one paying the bills here. Me!" His head lowers down from embarrassment because he knows he's wrong. Yes, he makes money, but where does it all go? To food and drinks with his friends the night after earning it. It's a complete waste of money and a complete waste of your time. Because of how much money he spends, you end up working night and morning shifts to earn the money that he's responsible for paying off.

"And what the hell does Yoshi have to do with this? The only reason why the two of us are together so much is because he actually makes the effort to support me. He's my best friend and you're supposed to be my boyfriend. Instead of being a jealous brat, bringing up his name in an argument that has nothing to do with him, why don't you try to act your part?" You say all in one breath.

Just then, you break down into tears. You were holding it all in for too long that the pain and frustration hit you all at once, bringing you down into a ball of tears. Your breathing was obviously uneven as you were crying but it soon became hard to breathe. Hyunsuk stayed quiet the whole time, not knowing what to say or do. Was he supposed to comfort you or let you cry on the floor by yourself? After listening to your constant hiccuping and sobs continuing for god knows how long, he kneels in front of you.

Your cries were longer than usual and from the sound of his voice, he was concerned. "(Y/n)? Di- Did you take your pills when you got home?" You shake your head in response. This is why Yoshi is always there to remind you to take your pills, he knows you tend to forget at night.

"Okay." Hyunsuk disregards everything that's been said the past few minutes to focus on you and your health, "We're going to stand up and get you to the bed." He holds you up from your armpits, lifting you up from the floor. Once all of your weight is on your feet, nothing.

You see absolutely nothing. Pitch black.

[9:12pm]

You open your eyes to face the ceiling and stretch your arms and legs. "You're awake," a voice from beside you says.

"Yo- Yoshi. What are you doing here? What time is it? Where's Hyunsuk?" The questions flood out as you have a hard time remembering what happened to you.

"A lot of questions, huh? It's a bit past 9. Hyunsuk called me and told me about the fight you had and how you passed out. He didn't know how to handle you so he asked me to come over and help. He also didn't know how you'd feel if he was the first person you saw," he lets out a soft giggle at the end.

You forgot about your fight with Hyunsuk. Everything's coming back to you: The annoyance, the slight confusion of his words. You know if he were to walk through the door right now, you wouldn't hesitate to pounce him.

"You forgot to take your medicine when you got home, didn't you?" He breaks your train of thought. He knows you so well.

"Ho- How did you know?"

"Who's the one to call you at 7:40 every night to remind you?" He asks pulling out your phone to show you a missed call from him at exactly 7:40pm. Sometimes, you learn new things about yourself, like how high maintenance you are to the point where you need another person to remind you of what to do every single day.

"I didn't have to take my meds. I just shouldn't have went off on Hyunsuk, then this would've never happened."

Yoshi sighs and gently pats your head, "We both know it was bound to happen. There just needed to be something to trigger it." Again, he knows you so well, a bit too well.

"Can you bring him here? I want to finish my conversation from earlier." Maybe you won't pounce him, you have absolutely no energy for that. But you do need this weight to be lifted off of your shoulders.

"Only if you promise to not attack him or yell at him," he holds out his pinky. You connect your pinkies and do your quick handshake.

"Promise."

Yoshi leaves the room and shortly after, Hyunsuk walks through the door sending you a soft smile. You pat the spot next to you on the bed and he respectfully and quietly sits, waiting for you to say something.

"I think it's time," you softly say. You avoid eye contact with Hyunsuk because you knew if you were to look into his eyes, all it'd reflect is pain. Even though he wasn't the perfect boyfriend, maybe didn't even act like your boyfriend at all, he loves you and no matter how he acts, you both knew that. You never stopped loving him despite how many times he angered and tested you.

"Can we please try again? I swear I'll be the perfect boyfriend to you, (Y/n). I- I was thinking while you were asleep, looking back at the past few months. You put up with so much shit that you shouldn't have had to go through and I'm truly sorry. I want to make it up to you by making things right," he says with hope in his voice. "Please, (Y/n)." You look up at him, he genuinely is sorry. The regret and pain in his teary eyes are strong, no one could see past it.

You take a deep breath to quickly recollect your thoughts, "I'm sorry, Hyunsuk. I'm not happy in this relationship anymore. This could be the time to better ourselves." You keep it short, not wanting to hurt his feelings even more.

"I- I don't get a second chance?" A tear rolls down his face.

"I've given you more than just a second chance these past few months. Maybe in the future we'll have a chance to try again together." You still love Hyunsuk. There's no such thing as a perfect relationship, there's bound to be mistakes and obstacles in the way to drive you apart. If the two of you are truly meant to be then you'll meet again.

"Maybe," he softly says. "Or maybe it's Yoshi that should be given a chance."

[freddiefcknmercury]

A Promise(part 2)- Crimson & Clover

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader(Black coded/Genderless)

Word Count: 2.7+

Warnings/Disclaimer: SMUT. ANGST. cursing. mild depression/heart-ache. etc etc. if something needs to be tagged please lemme know.

A/N: LOL I'm back on my bullshit yall. heavy angst/depression from the previous Steve centered storyline so if you haven't read "You really think I didn't know?" I'll do some magic linky links here and at the bottom just in case. Also I'm trying something kinda different with the way I post the fics so feedback is welcome.

ALSO this one comes with a tiny playlist! there are Bolded lyrics throughout if you want to get a deeper sense of where I was emotionally writing this and where reader is as well you can Def give these songs a listen, they are in order of appearance:

Crimson & Clover- Tommy James & The Shondells

Every Time I Breathe- Arlissa

Navy Blue - Hasani

Summary: Bucky takes an extended leave for "work" related reasons and reader slips back into some dark places in his absence...

~*As always, be Nice to me I’m Delicate*~

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He said he might be gone most of the week. Sam called the day before and all you know is it's something important. He didn't go into detail, just packed a bag and you'd never seen him do that before. But he was also only gone a day or two at a time and never felt the need to tell you about it before now either.

Up until recently you'd tip-toe around each other. Not like you used to with Steve though, worse. Bucky is a lot better at making sure you don't know he's there until it's too late. It felt like you'd never get used to each other, or more likely that you'd never want to. You might've still been secretly hoping that he'd stop caring and go away... after a while you got tired of your own bullshit and realized he's giving off that vibe on purpose. Wordlessly telling you how you should feel about him, not wanting to get too close. You never much liked being told what to do.

It was only about two months before you became a Barnes' expert. You'd sit up at night listening intently for when he'd shower, get in bed, or wake up. He never slept more than five maybe six hours at a time, you'll never understand how he can function like that. You know how he likes his coffee, which angle he holds his cup. How and where he takes off his shoes, how much ice he puts in a drink, the way he likes to cut his toast, and what time he has to do all of it. There's an almost unnerving pattern to him, one that's always been there and you were just unwilling to notice for so long, and you're not sure if he's even aware of it.

You woke up to him already gone. You knew he was leaving but actually being left alone like that unsettled you more than you anticipated, a serious case of Deja vu. You went into your routine like normal, because everything still was, but by the fifth day... you stepped into the front room and got that empty feeling. One you hadn't really had since...

It stopped you for a few seconds longer than you liked and a large knot formed in your stomach. You spent the whole day trying to ignore the feeling but it only got worse. Like a hunger pain but much more vague, crawling through each muscle. You'd catch yourself staring at his room, Bucky's room but also... Steve's. It's the first time you let yourself admit to him fully crossing your mind in over a year.

You laid up in bed, trying to count the metaphorical sheep to no avail. Getting up thinking that a snack or a warm drink will stop the restlessness, you pause in the tiny hallway shared by your bedrooms. The low blue light from the moon outside dustily illuminating the space through  a cloudy bathroom window. You stare at the door like any second he's going to ask what you're doing up so late and you can tell him to mind his own business while pouring two cups of tea.

You just wanted to touch the knob; turn it to make sure it still works- that you're still "allowed in there if you want". But stepping inside was too far, an invasion of Bucky's privacy, and you felt it. But you couldn't help yourself. You needed to know.

They were definitely cut from the same cloth. Sparse furnishings and no decorations, save a few very small trinkets he'd held onto from who knows where. There is exactly one row on his bookshelf filled with composition notebooks that were beat to hell and back. Sticky notes lined the edge of most of the pages, so much so that they easily could've been mistaken for feathers on a quick glance. You dare not touch them. Observing someone with a past that checkered is very different to reading into the things they deem worthy of physically writing down.

Where Steve used to leave small drawings and notes Bucky left half empty ink pens and a few well used pairs of gloves. You saunter to the far corner of the room and caress a worn leather jacket hanging precariously on the lowest peg of a coat rack. Doing a slow sweep of the space something in the otherwise barren closet catches your eye. The knot in your stomach that had almost disappeared was back and it brought friends. Your shirt. His shirt. The big one that said BROOKLYN across the front, what you didn't know was your "going away gift." The one you balled up and shoved in the top corner of his closet, at the time hoping you'd never look at it again. You're amazed that it's still here, that Bucky hadn't tossed it out or tried to give it back to you when he moved in.

So you put it on. You're still not sure why but you needed to wear it. To feel it drape over your skin, enveloping you in warmth and that beautiful clean familiar scent you... loved once. It sent a shiver down your spine. The knots in your stomach were gone but now there's one in your throat. You can feel the tears seated right behind your eyes. You sit on the bed holding your face pleading with the water to stay put but it's too late. You miss him. You hate to admit it, but it's true and it always has been. You're angry and you should be, you loved him- you thought he might've loved you. Pulling the hem of the shirt up you wipe the tears off your face and fall into a pillow, trying to calm yourself out of your rage unintentionally drifting into sleep.

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You wake up to the sound of music in the kitchen.

...Ah, now I don't hardly know her, but I think I could love her...

You sit up quickly checking your phone: 11:34am. You'd fallen asleep in Bucky's room, in his bed. A blanket had been placed over you and a short scan of the room returned a brown leather duffel bag and set of black boots that weren't present last night. He'd come back early this morning and found you here. You can feel your heart fall straight out of your ass, the void that was left being filled with pure embarrassment. Is he angry? He did tuck you in...

As slowly and quietly as possible you make your way towards the door, poking your head out just enough to assess the situation. You can see his back in the kitchen, he's hovering over the sink. You notice the couch, the spare blanket and pillow from the bathroom closet folded neatly on one of the arm rests, he had to sleep there. The void gets deeper. You pull the door open just enough to slip out of and there's a quiet creak. Steve never did fix that, and you just figured out why.

Bucky didn't turn around but definitely noticed. He steps to the side, now in front of the stove and you here something crack and sizzle. You're not sure what to do here. You can try to apologies and explain but there's no un-embarrassing way out of this one. You fold your arms over your stomach trying to hold all your very delicate pieces together while you attempt to speak up. Finally reaching the bar and fully prepared to say good morning when he quickly sets a hot bowl down in front of you. White rice and a fried egg- runny yolk. You'd make it for breakfast when you'd get up early or couldn't sleep, a friend from school put you on to it. Looks like he's been studying you too. You make eye contact but, just briefly. From what little of the expression you get on his face nothing indicates that he's mad. But he hasn't said anything to the contrary either.

How was your trip?  Dangerous I bet-sorry you couldn't come home and sleep in your own goddamn bed! Oh?! AND you made me breakfast!

You feel like a crazy person.

"Comfy last night?"

He's pouring himself some coffee, not yet turning your way. There's no hostility in his voice.

You chuckle nervously.

"Yeah.. sorry about that."

"Don't worry about it."

He sets a small glass of juice down in front of you. Heavy eye contact this time, but his expression is soft. He didn't ask for an explanation and you really didn't want to give him one. But you still feel guilt looming over you. You take the glass in both hands and nurse it.

He nods at you with a squint, taking a big sip of coffee.

"If I knew that was yours I would've given it back."

The shirt. You forgot you actually put it on. You hold your breath stroking the fabric gently. Contemplating your next words.

"It's not- well, not really."

He raises an eyebrow.

"It was a gift, so I guess it does belong to me..."

Glancing back down at it you can see him realize it says "Brooklyn." His expression changes to a knowing one and it reads like regret but he quickly tries to box it back up for you. This is a new move for him.

There's a much longer pause in conversation than either of you would like before he shifts his weight awkwardly.

"Sorry."

You push glass, now empty back across the bar towards him.

"Don't worry about it-"

You swivel in your seat quickly, taking your bowl and getting up to leave. He steps out from the kitchen after you.

"Thanks for breakfast."

The tears had been welling up and started to pour over as you left. You're still in no state to pretend to be a functioning person right now. Trying to save him from your ugly cry face by escaping but he grabs your shoulder gently suggesting you backwards.

You cover your mouth to hush a sob. You can see your chest start heave but there's nothing you can do to stop yourself. He grabs the bowl setting it down carefully, then you feel a warm metal sensation squeezing the back of your neck.

"You don't have to be over it."

He's been back a couple hours and already knows you're still a mess. You scoff, laughing at yourself really.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing."

He whispered back quickly, exasperated, but tender.

You sniffle; pathetic.

"That's not how it feels."

"He fucked up. He just doesn't know it."

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders pulling you into his embrace.

It's nice to feel another person. A real solid human being; you can't remember the last time you hugged someone like this. You turn in his arms to face him. He looks tired. Not just 'had-to-sleep-on-an-old-couch' tired. Emotionally repressed. Maybe he has actually wanted to talk to you. He pulls you into him, it's just a hug  but it almost hurt how sweet this was.

Then a thought came to you, not really sure how, you can't handle more rejection right now; but you kissed him anyway, hard. Like him being gone almost killed you- because it did. He pulls away from you, just a little, reading your face his own expressionless. You search his eyes for any kind of hint as to what's going on inside his mind. You're not ready to admit this was a mistake yet. There's no real way to know how long you stood there like that. You only dare to move after you hear the song change in the background.

Words... thought they just fade away

but hurt... gave them a place to stay

"Do something."

You were sure it was just in your head but it creaked out past your lips in less than a whisper, pleading with him.

He covered your mouth with his, smoothing both hands down your neck to your shoulders gripping them gently, intently. You cling to his waist almost afraid to explore anywhere else, then slowly drag nails along his back. He pulls you back into him, you want to fuse with the warmth radiating off of his body, he bends and you collide onto the floor with a muffled thud. He cradles your head quickly so you don't get hurt but you wouldn't care at this point.

The way you fit into each other is unnerving, like your bodies weren't meant for anybody else. You both scramble to undress him in between breathy wet kisses and he's... magnificent. He pulls off his shirt and you swiftly run fingers from his neck down each arm. The metal one is warm, this surprises you for some reason. You watch as each "muscle" dances at your touch and you catch a small glimpse of something on his face that resembles insecurity... or fear. He shelves it quickly in response to you bucking your hips up to dismiss your underwear.

He buries his face in your neck, warm breaths ghosting your skin. Hooking his hands behind your knees he hoists your legs up around his waist. He bites down gently and you gasp. It's too much. He's everywhere, all at once. The last person to touch you event remotely close to this was-

"...Steve."

It just came out, you almost didn't notice it. Bucky stops, pulling back and away. He scans you, a pitiful, panting mess on the floor. The most vulnerable you've probably ever been and definitely in front of him. He shakes his head slowly once, chest heaving.

"No."

Knots line your stomach once again. He grabs your wrist to hold your arms in place up above your head and presses his forehead against yours.

"Look at me."

You hold eye contact there for a solid minute, you're sure of it. He leans forward delicately dragging teeth against your ear.

"You're gonna keep saying it until you can't forget."

He drops his hips and lines up with your entrance. You feel a thick wash of euphoria from the pressure, throwing your head back as much as possible given the floor. You roll your hips along to his, cradling each other perfectly.

His eyes didn't leave your face until you both feel your legs begin to tremble.

"Oh Bucky."

The only words you can remember.

You feel every stroke hasten and all his muscles tighten each time his name falls from your lips. He pulls your shirt up to your neck looking to spatter kisses and bite marks across your torso. You futilely dig one set of nails into the floor and the other in his shoulder as he hungrily growls into your stomach, cursing, longing for mercy.

"Fuck."

You pull him back up to your face demanding his tongue. You hear the floorboard creek from the pressure of a metal hand, the flesh one surely bruising your hip by now. There's a deep enduring moan from the back of his throat as he finds his release inside you. You gasp at the sensation and you both pant into each other, nothing but a mess on the floor now.

He presses a long, firm kiss into the bridge of your nose then falls gently on his back beside you. You roll your head up to look at his face, whatever it is he's feeling isn't immediately obvious as he stares up at the ceiling. You shift onto your side placing a light, cautious hand on his chest and he glances over at you, reaching to squeeze your thigh reassuringly.

The sky is Navy Blue soon to be baby blue and baby you got nothing but time...

He looks over your face in a deep sigh before retiring his gaze to the ceiling.

"I don't know him... The guy that left you like that."

You watch intently has his jaw clenched, he's never been able to hide that bit very well.

"I don't know what kind of..."

He trails off, clearly upset.

You sigh deeply.

"I was gonna die that night."

He rolls his head back to look at you.

"The day I met him? I had pretty much made up my mind."

You start to fiddle with the hem of your shirt. Almost reminiscent.

"But he found me in the staircase..."

You hate how subtly he did some things. If you weren't lying next to him. There's no way you'd ever be able to tell his breathing had changed.

"Essentially-"

You pick your head up, chin on his sternum.

"He saved my life."

You state matter of factually. You watch his body relax in a short, bitter way.

He rolls his head over just enough to look you in the eyes. You kiss his chest once tenderly before moving to stand up. You extend a hand down for him to grab.

"That isn't good for your back."

"You really think I didn't know?" Part1

[queenied]

La La Lu💕☁️

Babysitting? Simple, that was one of the most easiest tasks Sora had ever been given. He amongst Axel, Riku, Ven, Roxas and Terra were to babysit an infant baby for Aqua's sweet friend, Darling Dear.

"Never hung around a baby before." Riku admitted, he rubbed the back of his neck as the boys dismounted from their Gummi Ship with Aqua and into the World of New Orleans. A bayou city bustling with horse and carriage and people itching to arrive on time to work. Because they would not want to cause any sort of tension within this world, the magic within Yen Sid allowed the boys plus Aqua to adjust to this world's customs and styles so the order ensured their attire was appropriate for the sign of the times.

"Relax Riku, it's a baby! What's the worst that could happen?" Sora grinned, nudging his best friend. They followed behind Aqua towards a very gated neighborhood, the houses were large and neatly in rows from one another. Even the trees on the sidewalk were gated and many of the neighbors had a dog right beside them, walking in rows.

"Sheesh, even the trash cans have gates around them. What sort of High-maintenance dungeon are we in anyways..." Axel rolled his eyes, Roxas snickering a little at his friend's remark. Before Aqua whipped around and faces towards the guys.

"Alright boys, in the house we're about to enter, there's a newborn baby. Who you will be looking after. I expect the five of you to be on your best behavior. Darling Dear and her husband Jim are going away for a bit and it's impossible to bring their baby with them." Aqua stated.

"Why didn't you ask Xion and the girls to look after the kid instead?"  Roxas suggested.

"Because the girls are already dispatched to a mission to Atlantica. Anyways, Darling reached out to me and Yen Sid suggested I brought you boys since I'm unable to tend to this mission because I have Keyblade master business to worry about."

Ventus smiled brightly at Aqua, grabbing her hand he looked up at his older companion. "You can count on us Aqua!"

"Now that's what I wanna hear." she smiled tiredly and approached a tall but large house. The windows were tightly shut but beautiful ivory laced curtains adorned them, and the stairs were white as well. A single doggy-door was implanted onto the front of the house which gave everyone the impression that there was a dog about the house—almost everyone in this preppy neighborhood had one.

Aqua knocked on the door, almost instantly a barking dog could be heard. She chuckled happily as she was greeted at the door by a Cocker Spaniel who happily barked and jumped around Aqua's feet.

"Well, hello there Lady!" Aqua giggled and petted Lady's brown fur that laid upon the top of her head. Then she was greeted by a tall, slender man  with a red mustache. He looked very much 'about business.' He stood at the door and nodded his head kindly at Aqua.

"Hello Jim! Long time no see." Aqua greeted the man of the house. He rubbed his pointed chin. "Good to see you again Aqua. Sorry to trouble you at such short notice but Darling and I appreciate your help. She and the baby are upstairs. We trust that little Jim jr doesn't give you a hard time. He's a very polite little baby...that he is."

Lady zoomed past Jim Dear's feet and scampered outside to the five boys, she barked and jumped upon Sora's legs. Her energetic pounces nearly causing the brunette boy to fall onto the grassy terrain below him and the others just laughed.

"Oh, Jim Dear, these are the babysitters. They're trusted friends and I promise they'll protect baby Junior with all their heart. That's Sora, Axel, Riku, Ventus and Terra." Aqua introduced the five of them as they made their way towards the door. Jim Dear sneered a little bit, his fatherly instincts kicking is as five unknown males show up to care for his baby.

"You can trust us Mr Dear!" Sora said proudly. Riku nodded. "We're sort of a group of overachievers. We're super trustworthy too.

Jim's eyes scanned over each of them until he turned to Aqua. "And where will you be going?"

"I'm far too busy, which is why I trusted them with this task. I know things will be fine Jim." Aqua pleaded, Jim soon obliged, allowing the group to entire their beautiful home. Lady continuously barked behind them. Excited that a fresh group of faces were inside her house.

"Darling is just upstairs." Jim called out before he began to pack the rest of his belongings along with Darling Dear's for their long trip.

Roxas and Axel raced up the long curving staircase and the rest followed behind.

A beautiful and low singing voice ringed out the baby's nursery. An angelic looking woman who sort of resembled a princess sat upon a rocking chair, frills covering the curtains which shone a nice set of sunrays. Her voice was just so dreamy, it could put anyone to sleep or even calm them down.

La la lu, la la lu

Oh, my little star sweeper

I'll sweep the stardust for you

La la lu, la la lu

Little soft fluffy sleeper

Here comes a pink cloud for you

La la lu, la la lu

Little wandering angel

Fold up your wings, close your eyes

La la lu, la la lu

And may love be your keeper

La la lu, la la lu, la la lu

Aqua walked into the room slowly to not awaken baby Junior, greeting Darling quietly. The boys followed behind Aqua, each of the hiding behind Darling Dear, staring down at the sweet little baby. His eyes closed but in a relaxed manner and his rosy little cheeks bright pink. He was so tiny...Sora could just die from the cuteness overload.

"Thank you for coming, Aqua." Darling whispered kindly. "Baby Junior has been quite fussy lately, but only that song seems to keep him at bay." She chuckled softly. Aqua grinned, taking a quick glance at the baby.

"This is Sora, Riku, Terra, Ventus and Roxas. They'll be babysitting little Junior." Aqua introduced each boy, however they seemed to be far too enchanted by the sweet little Starsweeper who'd lain in his crib sleeping his little heart away.

"Thank you so much for helping us boys, I'll pay the five of you as soon as our trip is over. And thank you Aqua for bringing them here. So sorry for the trouble! I just hate leaving my little baby so early." Darling sighed before she gave Junior a quick kiss on his soft little face and dashed down the stairs.

"You sure you guys can handle this?" Aqua asked nervously. "If anything happens to Junior I dunno what'll happen."

Terra approached Aqua, resting a hand on her shoulder. "We've got it under control. We're keyblade heroes...and this is just a baby."

💕☁️10 minutes later...

"OH MY WORLDS! THIS CHILD WILL NOT STOP CRYING!" Riku panicked as he was covered in baby powder and was scrambling on the floor to quickly pick up all of the diapers that he dropped when he was attempting to change the stinky diaper that Junior was using.

Sora held the baby in his arms, his ears ringing from the loud cries and wails that the baby mustered. "Make it stop!"

"Quick someone grab the pacifier!" Ventus yelled as he and Terra were hurrying to the kitchen to prepare the baby bottle. Roxas was trying to cheer baby Junior up by casting a few waterga spells to put on a little water show, but that only made the little child cry louder.

Meanwhile, Axel was knocked out cold on one of the beds in the nursery. Sleeping soundly like a baby, not helping at all.

"Hush little Junior!" Sora whined, the baby only screamed louder. Roxas reached down within the baby's toy bin to grab different rattles and stuffed bears for him to become occupied with. Junior would be quiet for a total of ten seconds before he starts to cry once more.

Just then, Lady returned from her little doggy walks with her fellow dog friends Jock and Trusty. She dashed up the stairs but immediately winced as Junior continued to cry.

"Ah, there you are Lady! Can you help!?" Riku gathered the diapers and grabbed Junior from Sora's hand and continued to attempt at changing the loaded diaper.

"Where the heck is Axel!?" Ventus yelled out, unable to hear his own self think as he and Terra heated up the bottle upon the bottle heating station. Axel only snored, he seemed unfazed by the wails and cries of baby Junior.

"I'm making sure he doesn't get paid when Darling Dear returns." Terra grumbled, he attempted to pick the bottle up from the heating station but burned his own-self and gasped, throwing the bottle in the air. Ventus scurried to grab the bottle before it breaks onto the ground.

"Remind me to never have kids when I get married! Okay Riku?" Sora massaged the temple of his head, trying to relieve the headache he had from the cries.

Lady barked and jumped up and down as if she was trying to tell the boys something. She ran to the baby's crib and pushed it over to Riku with her own head. She started howling Darling Dear's lullaby.

"What's she trying to say?" Roxas groaned as he handed Riku the clips to keep the diaper together. Then Sora handed Riku an adorable pastel blue onesie to allow baby Junior to wear.

"Lady, what are you trying to tell us?" Sora lifted Lady from the ground and brushed his tired fingers through her brown fur. His head pounding like a drum from the headache the baby gave him. The cries continued as Terra and Ven ran upstairs to the room from the kitchen.

"Here's the baby milk!" Terra handed the bottle to Roxas who gently inserted the bottle into Junior's little mouth. He seized crying for a total of 2 minutes.

"Two minutes of silence was all we got." Ventus collapsed onto the floor, surrounded by baby items and the smell of baby milk formula all over his hands and  a little bit of powder on his cheek.

Axel slowly woke up, scratching his back and walking towards the rest of the guys. He chuckled lowly. "Woah, calm down youngster." He grabbed baby Junior who was crying endlessly. "So milk didn't calm you down? No biggie..." he groaned before rocking the tiny baby.

The boys stared at Axel in awe, he was amazing with babies for some reason. Junior was quiet while Axel held him and rocked him around the room. Axel reclined on the beautifully painted rocking chair and rocked back and forth as Junior stared up curiously at Axel's fire red mane of hair. 

"How are you doing that?" Roxas asked, he walked over to the rocking chair and Sora and the others later did. "Yeah what are you doing?" Riku questioned.

"Shush." Axel silenced the guys before he started to hum lowly. Secretly, Axel had a beautiful singing voice. As in, he could sing lovely ballads as if he were a Disney prince. Those emerald green eyes staring directly at baby Junior as he began to sing the beautiful lullaby that Darling would sing.

Lady smiled and curled onto Sora's lap listening to Axel sing. That was what she was trying to tell the boys.

This red human knows what he's doing. Lady thought to herself as she watched Axel sing.

La la lu, la la lu

Oh, my little star sweeper

I'll sweep the stardust for you

La la lu, la la lu

Little soft fluffy sleeper

Here comes a pink cloud for you

La la lu, la la lu

Little wandering angel

Fold up your wings, close your eyes

La la lu, la la lu

And may love be your keeper

La la lu, la la lu, la la lu

Terra stared confusedly at Axel until the song was finished, the baby slowly closed his little eyes, cooing cutely until he was fast asleep in his own little baby world.

Axel stood up slowly from the rocking chair and lowered baby Junior into the crib. Covering his little stomach with a swaddle blanket made of beautiful pink silk.

The boys stared at Axel until the ex-organization member raised an eyebrow. "Speak nothing of my singing." Before he yawned and collapsed on the floor next to the crib to fall asleep. Lady jumped down from Sora's lap and curled up next to the crib in a protective manner before falling fast asleep.

"Roxas, you've known Axel for a while. How come you didn't know he was good with babies?" Riku asked confusedly as he dusted the baby powder off of his black shorts.

Roxas blinked twice and shrugged. "Beats me, he never spoke about his hidden talent for singing either." Roxas stated before laying back on one of the beds in the nursery. Everyone slowly falling asleep after that long time of caring for a tiny child. Who knew nursing a Little Star Sweeper could be so difficult.

💕☁️ 2 hours later

Sora was greeted with Lady's licking all over his face, he groaned and then laughed a tiny bit, waking up, he heard the door unlock and he stretched.

Jim and Darling Dear were home. He happily walked downstairs to greet the couple and help them with their bags.

"How was your trip?" Sora yawned. Darling smiled and removed her winter's coat. "Oh Sora, it was tiring. Nothing but adult business really. How was our sweet little star?" She asked, placing the umbrella into it's rightful spot before being greeted to Lady who ran happily towards her owners. She barked and licked all over Darling and Jim's cheeks.

"Junior? Oh he was such an angel." Sora chuckled and lead them upstairs to the nursery, where the boys were awake. They all stood over baby Junior's little crib, where the small baby was fast asleep.

"My sweet baby..." Darling walked up to the crib, she sighed in content, glad to have trusted the boys with her son.

"Thank you for caring for my baby. As I promised you boys, I'm paying you all for your hardwork. Did Junior give you a hardtime?" Darling asked as she dug into her purse to pay each boy.

"He was a bit fussy but nothing a little singing cant handle." Terra grinned and looked at Axel who was staring down at baby Junior. He loved that baby even for the short amount of time he got to know him.

"Well that's wonderful! Thank you again for watching after him. I'll be sure to tell Aqua all about you boys. Maybe you should consider your own babysitting service." Darling Dear chuckled before lifting her baby boy out of the crib and into her arms.

💕☁️back at Mysterious Tower

"So you're telling me Axel was able to sing a baby to sleep?" Xion whispered to Roxas as he told his best friend all about what happened.

"Yeah, he's apparently good with babies...I wonder where this trait came from." Roxas laughed before hearing someone behind him clearing his throat. The room suddenly felt warm and he knew exactly who it was.

☁️💕

thank you all for reading !

[seb-owns-these-tatas]

Bucky Barnes (Supermarket)

Characters: Bucky Barnes x You

Summary: You went shopping with Bucky, and he decided that he needed to go to the bathroom until you got lost and distracted from your list. Bucky was left pouting all the way home.

Warning: JUST DAMN FLOOFYNESS and cute Bucky! I'm a sucker for fluffs and soft Buckbuck! 😍💕

Words: 2,619. It's quite long. 😉

A/N: FEEDBACKS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED! (POSTED THIS IN MY WATTPAD ACCOUNT ALREADY! :3)

Disclaimer: Pictures used are not mine. Only the edits are and the oneshot of course. 😊

"You still not done yet, doll?" Bucky announced for the 107th time. He was like that donkey in Shrek that kept on trying to annoy you.

Y/N and Bucky had gone shopping for their apartment. She thinks that Bucky's apartment needed more furniture especially that she was finally living with him. Y/N wanted a dash of homey features, and not a bachelor pad that seemed dull and plain. Bucky didn't like the idea at first, but he was left with no choice when she woke him up early and promised lots of cuddles and kisses in return, to which he quickly agreed to without any second thought.

"I think we need some more flowers, I think white tulips should do! It'll be perfect! Oh, and those too!" Y/N pointed at a set of flowers in a plain, elongated sky blue vase. Bucky was feeling the urge to pee since a while ago, he thought they were about to finish their to-buy-list, however Y/N ought to buy more things that weren't listed on their notepad.

Bucky observed both of his gloved hands in front of him, hesitating what to use in grabbing you. Despite of how comfortable he was with you, Bucky was still being cautious about his metal arm. You've talked to him about it a lot, yet he still wouldn't budge at certain times.

Your giant plum bear apprehensively took his lip in between his teeth. His dazzling blue eyes fully taking you in, emitting a glint of sparkle deep within. He languidly clasped his gloved metal hand on your arm, before it soothingly traveled down your elbow.

You quickly shut your mouth when you felt the hairs on your back stood up from his touch. His touches still gives you the goosebumps, and it was the good, satisfying types of goosebumps. Definitely not the bad ones. "Y-Yeah?"

Bucky couldn't help but give a small smile, he felt it. He knew how his touches can affect you that badly, and being the cocky man he is, his hand that was once clasped around your arm was now on your hip, his thumb caressing your pelvic bone in tenderness. "I need to use the restroom, doll. Can you wait for me?"

You scoffed, and felt his breathing hit your ear. "No, I'm going to leave you here and go straight home, Barnes." Bucky was quick to huff out his breath like a child. "Come on, doll..This supermarket is like a maze, this is my first time here in about 70 years. I wouldn't get to find you that easily,"

With a grin, you reached for his metal gloved hand resting on your hip, giving it a gentle pat to assure him that it was okay. "I was kidding, Buck. You go do your thing while I continue shopping. I'm just one call away, remember? Still not used to your Iphone?"

You felt him go closer, and before you know it. Bucky's chin was now on your shoulder, nuzzling his face in your hair. A sigh escaped your lips when you realized you just washed your hair this morning, so it obviously smelt like fragrant aloe/coconut/lavender. Yes.  "I would never get used to it. The damn thing makes me frustrated."

"Yeah, Tony told me you've broken more than what a normal person can break a phone," A set of yellow, fake daffodils that was placed high above you on a display shelf caught your eye. Y/N can't help but tiptoe her way towards it. The white, plain, oblong shaped vase slightly tapping the tips of her fingers. She couldn't reach it, and so Bucky being the gentleman he is, did it for her like it was habit to help his girlfriend all the time. "Told you to stick to android phones instead, Buck. It's less complicated."

Bucky inspected the flowers in his hand, slightly nodding to himself. He approved the flowers, it looked beautiful and perfect just like you.

He turned away, leaning down to gently place the vase in your half filled cart. "They're the same, doll. I've tried one..I think it was called a Sun-sang, but I still ended up breaking the screen when I was playing a computerized bird that kept on flapping in between green annoying pipes," Bucky's eyes brimmed as he stared out in nowhere, remembering how he couldn't beat Peter's highest score in it, having the feel to beat your friend just to show who was the best.."That bird," He thought to himself, getting lost in his train of thoughts.

"It's called a Samsung, Darling." You stand corrected, his broad, cuddly back in view. The urge to hug the daylights out of him made you wrap around your arms around his waist in which he gladly accepted.

"Refrain from saying that. It makes me remember Sam's name and his god damn pranks on me, Doll."

You nodded, peeking beside Bucky as you looked at your cart. Counting and checking what was still needed in your cart full of perishable and imperishable goods. "Yeah, yeah. Now, go pee before you pee in your pants just like the old man you are," Y/N giggled, untangling her arms that was encircled around his waist as she walked around their cart to reach the other side of it, her notebook now in hand as she ticked the goods that can now be considered off the list.

Bucky playfully narrowed his eyes at her, she was definitely teasing him again. "Oh, wait until we get back to our apartment," He warned and started walking off, until he seemed to forget something..and so, Bucky strolled back towards her. Gently grabbing her shoulders to turn her body towards him. Y/N's eyes were now wide, skeptically gazing up at her smiling boyfriend. She was completely stupefied when she saw him smiling so wide. A strand of his brunette hair falling on his eye, she didn't hesitate to reach and tuck it behind his ear in pure affection.

Bucky felt his heart pound, warmth spreading through every vein in his body. He set his eyes on you lovingly, "Kiss me before I go, Sugar."

You can't help but shake your head in disbelief, a smile threatening to tear your face in half. "You're unbelievable, Barnes." Y/N took his face in her hands, giving him one sweet smooch on his plump, cherry red lips.

"So worth it, Doll!" Their hearts were jumping out of their chests, such felicity wrapped around the couple and most importantly was the joy they feel whenever they were in each other's arms..It was a precious sight to see Bucky smiling rather than being grumpy like the first time she met him.

Bucky was now off towards the restroom. Y/N kept her distance around the area where he left her. She couldn't help but get distracted from the lists that were still waiting to be ticked. The couple still needed to buy foods and they were still in the furniture department. She thought that maybe if she waited, they'll be taking more time staying in the mall. Y/N decided to grab some of the groceries listed and decided to just walk back after five minutes to where Bucky left her.

Y/N pushed her cart. Well, she took longer than five minutes when she came back to the furniture department. She was met with a group of teenagers plumping themselves on a big, leather black sofa, randomly trying to take pictures of themselves. Y/N began to pull a grimace when she saw no Bucky Barnes waiting for her from where he left her, guessing that maybe Bucky decided to leave her shopping all by herself.

She checked her phone and saw nothing but a text from Steve that probably took him minutes to type asking about how Bucky was. Y/N quickly replied to the star spangled Avenger, locking her phone then slipping it inside the pocket of her jacket after giving Steve a text back.

No beefy walking plum could be seen, Y/N looked all around, even inspected the ceiling, and even under the rows of beds. Negative. There was definitely no Bucky Barnes.

She went back to her cart, palms wrapped around the handle as she looked in her cart. Her eyes caught a bag of chips and it was a big bag of Cheetos. Y/N began glaring at the unhealthy food. They were both in a staring competition until hell freezes over and nobody wants to lose. Somebody was pushing her hand to grab onto the snack, and she was about to be defeated when a sudden loud intercom yelled through the speakers of the huge supermarket called her name..

"Paging Y/N Y/L! Your child is at register 10,"

'What child? I don't have a child?' Y/N thought quietly, totally bewildered. The cart was now neatly kept beside a display shelves full of school supplies, intellectually telling the sales clerks that somebody owns the cart. She trotted, and jogged towards the vicinity. Passing by carts, rows of goods and customers who was looking at her in utter confusion as to why she was in a hurry.

She was far ahead from the area, but she immediately knew it was Bucky who was sitting on a bench, his burly shoulders slightly slumped in feebleness, the furry navy blue sweatshirt could be seen more clearly with every step you take, strands of his majestic brunette hair that was in a bun have fallen on his neck like he frustratingly scratched his head a couple of times while he was finding his way to search for you.

Once you were close enough, such a precious sight was revealed. You were utterly thankful that you were in a relationship with this man. Bucky was fiddling with the leather black gloves of his left metal arm, legs crossed and eyes focused on his hands with an adorable pout that could even make kids point and say their aw's.

"Buck?" Y/N pitifully uttered. Only a deep, disappointed sigh was sent to you. "You left me," Bucky said sounding defeated, eyes still on his gloves, strands of his hair falling on his face, giving you no chance to fully see his saddened eyes. "You left me," He repeated more to himself, the idea of you not waiting for him seemed impossible for his mind to process. "I told you to wait for me, but you didn't. My Iphone's dead," 

"--I can't call you, so I was left with no choice but to page you out," Bucky honestly spoke, voice sounding lower than the usual and smaller. "I looked stupid running around in circles to find you, but I couldn't. Why didn't you wait for me, Doll?" 

With one lift of his head, you were met with the most beautiful but dejected eyes you've ever seen. Your boyfriend's eyebrows were furrowed, looking like you left a puppy in the middle of the road with no one wanting to adopt him. Guilt and a tight, heavy tug at your heart brought you to lean down and hug Bucky around his neck, keeping his face in between your shoulder. 

"I thought I lost you, I-I thought--I thought they've taken you away from me--"

"Baby, shhhhhh..I'm right here now. Aren't I?" You shushed him sweetly, your hands giving sweet, calming caresses against his broad, ripped back. He couldn't help but love how you were taking care of his sadness, how you can slowly take every pain and misery away, trapping the darkness in a vault and permanently kicking it in the middle of the ocean. Only your light was keeping Bucky in check. Y/N was his sunshine, and you planned to protect him with it. 

"I'm sorry..I'm sorry, James. I'm never gonna be distracted again.. Oh, gosh..I think I need to learn to have patience," You felt him nuzzle his nose on your neck, his thick scruff tickling your neck, sneaky lips stealthily kissing the line meeting your neck and shoulder, and you couldn't help but give him a gentle slap on his back to warn his cheeky self, He was a sad child awhile ago and now he was beyond feeling cheeky. 

"Bucky. It's Bucky. But, James sounds so good to hear when it comes from your lips, Doll." He playfully informed you, craning his neck to tenderly peck your cheek. You can't help but smile at his sweet gesture. "You know that we still got more things to buy in our list right?"

Bucky straightaway groaned at that. The fluffy bear man was never a fan of doing the groceries. Nevertheless, with you. He's been trying to endure it. "Do I have a choice, Sugar?"

"No," You frankly voiced out, breaking the hug that you were both wrapped in as you stood up straight. Your eyes turning around to look at the slightly packed supermarket. "Unless, you want to stay here all day and let people know you're my child then I guess you'll need to stay,"

Bucky was quick to stand on his feet, tucking a hair that fell on his eye, eyes completely looking embarrassed as he tried hard to cover his face from every person in the supermarket, and that made you giggle. He shook his head in disbelief, "Why did they even call me your child?"

"It's because you're my baby. You have no choice but to deal with it, Barnes." You teased him, leaving your boyfriend having to deal with his reddish cheeks and loud thumping heart. With that, Bucky wholeheartedly joined your grocery adventure and was left having fun picking the right plums, fruits, vegetables, meats and everything needed since you've managed to convince him that he was better at picking foods more than you. It was fun after all.

After that incident and a little scolding from your Bucky's best pal, Steve.. you'd always waited for Bucky to return whenever he had to use the bathroom because you would rather burn holes on the floor from waiting than see your Bucky looking sad and lost once again..

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I'm in love - Bluespartanz

Made for @commentary-crew-blog

Brandon's pov

We decided that we were all gonna meet up, so we rented out a house for a couple days. 

I was excited to see Henry, as we hadn't met in person since we started dating.

Would we kiss? Just a hug? I don't know..

I was standing in the airport looking around.

My phone buzzed.

"I'm here"

Where? I don't see-

"Oof" 

In about three seconds, Henry made it across the row and tackle hugged me.

"Hi." I said awkwardly.

"Hello." Came the muffled reply.

I could smell his hair, it was definitely pear scented, maybe mixed with something else? 

His hair was also super soft, he must use conditioner.

Henry finally stopped hugging me and looked me in the eyes.

His eyes were a washed out blue, with just a hint of green, they shined in the airport lights.

"Barf, that's gross guys." 

Henry flipped the offending hoodie and hugged me again.

"Can we go back to the house now?" Diesel asked.

"Yeah, sure." I said, not letting go of Henry.

He was very warm in his jacket, the soothing kind of warmth you want to stay in forever, like a fluffy blanket.

"C'mon! I wanna take off my legs." Tyler complained.

"Fine fine, c'mon Henry." I pulled away from him but offered my hand.

He took my hand and I could feel his, my hands were rough and had a slight callus, but his were baby soft.

We all got into the car, Tyler calling shotgun and Diesel driving, which meant I was in the back with Henry.

We got in the car and resumed holding hands.

"Anï says she is gonna order pizza, what do you guys want?" Tyler asked from the front seat.

"Pepperoni mushroom." I replied.

"Sausage." Diesel said.

"Pepperoni, but I'm fine with mushrooms." Henry said, shooting me a smile.

I blushed and looked out the window.

-- Later in the night --

Diesel had just finished putting away the pizza when Tyler suggested we watch a movie.

"What kind?" I asked, holding the remote.

"Lets take a vote."

"Disney!" Anï shouted.

"Sci-fi fantasy?" Diesel suggested.

"Something funny." Henry provided.

"How about a horror movie?" Tyler asked.

There was a collective murmur and then a couple oks.

They picked some random horror movie and Tyler dimmed all the lights, making it look like a movie theater.

The beginning wasn't that scary, I mean, someone got eaten but they kinda deserved it. I mean really, who goes into the dark and spooky basement?

At the first jump scare Henry jumped a little and caught my hand.

I squeezed it a little, trying to comfort him.

At the fourth jump scare he made a shocked noise and buried his face into my side.

"What's wrong Henry, you scared?" Tyler asked.

"Why don't you ask your boyfriend?" I snarked back.

Diesel was clinging to Tyler's arm and shaking.

"Hey! Shut up.." Tyler muttered.

After the movie Anï was asleep and Diesel was traumatized.

"I'll carry her up." Diesel offered.

"Nah, here." Tyler said.

"ANÏ WAKE THE FUCK UP." Tyler screamed.

"Nooo... fack u.." Came the sleepy reply along with a middle finger.

"Anï it's time for bed." Diesel said softly.

"Okaayy.." Anï said reluctantly.

She sleepily got up and walked towards her room, Diesel following her.

After everyone left I turned to Henry, only to see he was asleep too.

I studied his face, he had long eyelashes, carefully resting against his cheeks. Soft slightly chapped lips, a shade of soft pink, his mouth was ever so slightly open. 

'He is too adorable' I thought.

I leaned over and lightly brushed his lips with my own.

He mumbled something too quiet to hear.

"What?" 

"I said, if you're gonna kiss me, do it while I'm awake." He said in a sleepy voice.

"Well apparently you are awake so.." I pointed out.

"Yeah yeah, whatever." He mumbled.

"C'mon, you should get to bed." I said, trying to get up.

"Noo.. I don't wanna." He complained, clinging to my shirt.

"Ugh, am I going to have to carry you?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Fine." I pulled up his legs and hoisted him up into my arms, carrying him bridal style.

He tucked his head to my chest and curled up slightly more.

I carried him across the living room, up the stairs, and into his room.

I gently placed him on his bed.

"Hoodie, off." He said, holding up his arms.

I sighed and shook my head, pulling the hoodie off of my sleepy boyfriend.

His beanie pulled off in the process, which I took and flattened, placing it neatly with his other beanies on the dresser.

I turned to see that he had kicked off his jeans and pulled the blanket over himself.

"Goodnight Henry." I said and kissed his cheek.

"Night, Brandon." He called as I left the room.

I closed the door and sighed.

I'm in love.

[lovemecharlie]

When Erik's away, the wives will play. Dom Charlie and Sub Hennessy.

Hennessy

Hennessy's bedroom door swings open and Charlie enters holding a medium-sized black plastic crate as she enters Hennessy's domain. "Ready to play, Miss Chiron?" Sitting the box beside the bed, Charlie pushes it with her foot signaling to Hennessy not to look inside of it.

"It's about time, Miss Jade," Henny shifts on the bed closing her leave-in moisturizer bottle and sitting it on the nightstand. She rubs the residue on her bare thighs. She'd been waiting on Charlie for an hour, but Charlie seemed to be dragging her feet. She couldn't understand why. Any other time, Charlie was all for it, ready and eager to go at the drop of a hat.

"I know I said I didn't need a room for my nasty antics, but now I'm reconsidering.. Might need to add a room to the poolhouse or something. Trick it out in a galactic theme," Charlie mused climbing onto the bed in her shorts. Hennessy was half listening. Having held off on masturbating since Charlie popped up unexpectedly at her office, small talk was dead. It'd been a looong day of distractions and self-denial ever since.

Earlier that day.

"Have you been obeying my command today Miss Chiron," Charlie asked getting directly to the point of the call when Hennessy picked up the phone.

"Yes, King Jade," she lied. She'd taken a ten-minute break just a short while ago to sate her flower's growing hunger. Being told she couldn't touch herself only made her want to do it even more.

The dispensary was clean, open, large, and full of variations of marijuana. Clear containers held shelves on shelves of neatly arranged product in nuggets, powders, and dried bits. Green, pink, purple. Charlie had never seen so much weed variety. “Hey. Where’s Dr. Chiron,” Charlie asked the girl working the floor, organizing containers. She was pointed to the greenhouse that was attached and as she walked down the rows of fresh growing plants, she spotted Hennessy closely observing a plant that didn’t look like the others. Must’ve been a hybrid of some sort. She was on the line claiming not to have touched herself and Charlie didn't believe a word the little munchkin said. “Hennessy Chiron Stevens-Udaku,” Charlie called causing the short-stacked woman to look up in surprise. The good doc looked like a stack of fluffy blonde pancakes soaked in syrup. Thick, pretty, and sweet.

“My whole damn name though,” Hennessy called back. Her initial confusion faded to an earnest smile when she saw the small bottles of Hennessy and apple juice Charlie presented. Giddily, she took them to her desk which was covered in research material. “What brings you in here today,“ she asked sitting in her leather chair. "You just came from work and you don’t smoke.” That was true.

"Came to check on my wife," Charlie replied. She was in a long sleeved zebra blouse tucked into cognac colored high rise cropped pants with black three inch heels. A smart look. Cognac for Hennessy. Hennessy started mixing her trademark concoction, Happy Juice, and just as the name suggests she was smiling into her cup. “You should mix that and sell it here in small cute round or star shaped clear containers with edible glitter. Call them Happy Bombs, Charlie suggested pulling up the hem of Hennessy's skirt.

"Watcha doin," Hennessy gasped as she blocked Charlie's bold hand with a nervous grin looking around to make sure no one was near. Charlie's eyes remained on hers willing her to keep eye contact instead of looking around.

"Right here, Hennessy," she said catching the shorter women's attention. "Who's in charge while Daddy's gone," Charlie challenged waiting for Hennessy to move her hand out of the way.

"You are," Hennessy relented hesitantly. Her hand went lax and Charlie slipped her hand under her skirt feeling the material of her panties. She'd gotten wet with her arousal.

"That's right, so listen to what I tell you. Get on the desk," Charlie commanded pushing the papers out of the way. She guided Hennessy's hips as she hopped up before sliding her fingers inside of Hennessy's panties and down her slit to her slick and slippery hole. "Why'd you lie to me," she asked bringing her wet fingers up for Hennessy to see. Hennessy wasn't admitting guilt so Charlie brought her nose close to Hennessy's belly where she could smell the floral scent of her arousal. It was fresh. "You know, I actually came to give you some bomb head.. toe-curling, leg-shaking, forget your own name head.. I came hungry and everything," she sighed licking her glossed lips. "..But I see I can't do that now because you don't follow instructions."

Hennessy gaped, suddenly ready to play the game. Erik was gone on a trip and if she wanted King Jade to make her cum, there were rules. King Jade's only rule to her for the day had been to refrain from touching herself. "Can I start over? I won't do it from this point on," Hennessy promised.

"If you do I'll know," Charlie pointed raising a brow. She backed away leaving Hennessy to her own devices. "Don't fuck up."

Currently.

Picking up on Hennessy's no bullshit mode, Charlie leaned forward, pulling on her panties to check to see if she'd obeyed this time around. It didn't seem like she'd touched herself. "Okay, take em off," she hummed watching her wife pull them down and off, flinging them at her. She caught them with her teeth snickering. "You want this tongue or not, lil girl? Play some music and lay down. Thighs up." Settling between Hennessy's plush thighs, she grooved internally to Sevyn Streeter - Sex on the Ceiling.

She started with Hennessy's calf knowing that the tiny woman was on the verge of having a fit. Placing small bites, she trailed her way to her inner kneecap and then her thigh.

🔉 Turn the bed upside down, flip me round. Gravity’s left the building.

🔉 I’ll be on top, really I’ll be on the bottom 'cause we goin' be having sex on the ceiling.

"Ask me for it first," Charlie teased, her tongue sliding through the crease between Hennessy's pussy and thigh. She was enjoying the control and Hennessy's impatient keening. There was a particular tone of neediness she developed when she was horny that caused her voice to become smol as she became more and more submissive and agreeable.

"Please, may I experience that tongue King Jade," she whimpered, way past ready. She'd been waiting for what felt like all day, her lust an unscratchable itch. Charlie's fingers rubbed down her slit, parting the lips to peer inside. Pure pink. Her tongue roamed lazily over the contours of her slick skin and inner flesh, then with purpose and precision, she moved over the highly sensitive spots, making a home at the clit. She blew on it, cool air, before enveloping it in wet warmth and adding pressure with her skilled tongue. The playlist played on in the background, forgotten by both women as physical pleasure was the only thing on their minds.

Once Charlie was convinced that Hennessy had cum enough to be completely satiated, she sat up wiping at her sticky face. Hennessy was slumped. Meanwhile, she had a tired tongue to rest. The part under her tongue had gotten its workout for the day. She stood from the bed, making her way to the bedroom door about to head to her own bathroom.

"Wait, what's in the crate," Hennessy pointed sitting up on her elbow. Rather than respond, Charlie came back and picked it up. She sat it on the bed pulling out a handful of star-shaped plastic containers filled with amber liquid. When she shook one, iridescent glitter floated like in a snowglobe. She looked to Henny for a yay or nay.

"Happy Bombs," Hennessy smiled.

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Hello! I have an idea for the ficlet (feel better btw!). Okay: HS AU with popular!Dean and popular!Cas, they're those two annoying guys who make funny (but also obnoxious) comments in every single class, and make stupid, flirtatious remarks to each other like "Cas looks pretty hot today guys" or "I'm totally dating Dean, everyone" etc. Only thing is, they're secretly in love, but neither will admit it. I've had this idea for a while and I'd LOVE for a talented author to execute it.

Aaaahhh it’s been too long since I’ve done a High School AU and I’ve missed it. Thanks for this one and thanks so much for asking me to fufill the prompt! I hope I do it justice :)

AO3

“Please take your seats quickly. I want to discuss your quiz scores so we can go over any questions you may have before the final test.” Ms. Mills said with a stack of papers clutched against her chest.

Dean stretched his arms above his head as he flopped into his usual seat on the third row, next to the wall so he could lean up against it in times of extreme laziness. He sprawled out accordingly, dropping his backpack to the floor and draping his letterman jacket over his seat until the air conditioning kicked in during the middle of class like it usually did.

“Hey, hot stuff.” Dean said with a nod as Castiel sat down in the seat next to him.

“Good morning, Dean.” Castiel said, barely looking up as he aligned his binder and world history book neatly on the small desk in front of him.

“How was that student council thingy yesterday?” Dean asked, popping a piece of gum into his mouth.

“Absolutely dreary without your shining personality to brighten all of our days,” Castiel murmured, completely straight-faced.

Dean winked as Ms. Mills began talking again.

“Some of you need to look at your notes from the beginning of the year again,” she said as she began passing back the quizzes. “And some of you need to remember that - if you want full credit on the final test - the answer to ‘What are the seven wonders of the ancient world’ is not ‘Castiel Novak’s Ass’ written seven times.”

She frowned when she got to Dean’s desk, dropping the paper on his desk as the rest of the class laughed.

Dean clicked his tongue and made a finger gun at Castiel with another wink.

“Really, Dean? Don’t be childish.” Castiel said, just loud enough for everyone to hear. “We all know that’s not true. I haven’t done any squats in at least a month.”

Dean hummed as he leaned back in his seat, obviously inspecting Castiel’s rear end. “Hmmm. Doesn’t show.”

“If you two are quite finished -” Ms. Mills rolled her eyes and made her way back up to the front of the room and rested a hand on her hip. “Now, did anyone have any questions on anything that you’d like to go over?”

Dean leaned forward and raised his hand.

“Besides you.”

Dean let his hand drop to rest above his heart in a faux-wounded position.

“Ms. Mills. I’m shocked and offended that you would deny me my right to receive an education. I wouldn’t dare waste your time with trivial questions.”

Ms. Mills raised an eyebrow.

“Mmhmm. What’s your question.”

“I noticed that you maked me down on question twelve? We had to name one of the causes of Enlightenment?”

“Again, the answer is not ‘Castiel Novak’s Ass’.”

The class broke out into laughter again as Dean leaned back in his chair and did - yet another - finger gun at his best friend.

“You can pay me after class,” Dean said teasingly.

Castiel nodded seriously.

“Cash or credit?”

The laughter finally died down, ending with a long sigh from the front of the classroom.

“… anyone else have any questions?”

***

Dean leaned back against the wall with the rest of their gym class while Castiel and Meg, who had been elected by Bobby (who’d be damned if any of the students called him Mr. Singer) stood up front, picking teams for dodgeball.

“Ruby,” Meg said with a lazy wave, and Ruby skipped over to stand next to her.

Dean smirked as Castiel pretended to survey the rest of the group before pointing at directly and predictably at Dean.

“I guess I’ll take that fine specimen over there.”

Dean flexed as he practically pranced over to his friend, posing next to him while the rest of the class either chuckled or rolled their eyes.

“Raphael.”

“Anna.”

“Abaddon.”

“Jo.”

The choosing continued until there was no one left and both teams had made their way over to their prospective sides for a pre-game huddle.

“Alright, here’s the plan,” Dean said in as loud of a whisper as he dared. “When the whistle blows, Cas, you stay behind and I’ll run ahead so that you can stare at my ass.”

Jo snorted.

“C’mon, Dean. Be serious -”

“No, no,” Castiel interrupted, holding up his hand. “He has a point. I think it’s a worthy sacrifice.”

“You guys are ridiculous.”Jo said, shaking her head. “Anyway, I think we should all run for it and damn the consequences.”

Castiel nodded along as Jo spoke.

“Yes. In all seriousness, Jo’s correct. As team captain, I think that we all should do whatever we can to get our hands on those balls.”

“Cas, you know you can always get your hands on my -”

“Shut the fuck up, Dean,” Jo said in exasperation.

***

Dean stripped off all of his football gear and took a quick shower before running back outside to the bleachers where Castiel usually met him after practice. He didn’t always stick around after school, but when Cas had student government stuff after, he’d watch what was left of Dean’s practices as they tended to go longer.

“How was practice?” Castiel asked, snapping his book closed and hopping off the bleachers to fall in step with Dean.

“Same old, same old,” Dean said, tugging up his shirt to rub at his damp hair. “Coach yells, we run, Lucifer trips Michael, and Benny tries to set me up on a date.”

Castiel tucked his book under his arm and nodded. “Sounds exciting. And you said?”

“That all a man will ever need is a cool drink of water like yourself.” Dean placed a hand over his own heart, bowing his head in reverence.

“A good answer,” Castiel said, nodding in his approval as they neared Dean’s car. “So, what’s your mom making for dinner tonight?”

“The best goddamn mashed potatoes you’ll ever have.”

“Wonderful.” Castiel grinned as he opened the Impala’s passenger side door and slipped inside. “I’m starving.”

They drove the ten minute drive to Dean’s house with the radio turned all the way up, singing the lyrics of various love songs to each other as dramatically as they could, with Castiel reminding Dean to watch the road as needed.

“Mom!” Dean shouted as he opened the front door. “Do we have enough food for a plus one?”

He dropped his backpack and stripped his shoes at the front door, watching Castiel do the same.

“Of course!” he heard from the kitchen. “Who’d you bring?”

“Adonis reincarnate.”

“Dean, you know Castiel is always welcome.” Mary said, and poked her head out from behind the doorframe. “Hello, Cas.”

“Hi, Mrs. Winchester.” Castiel waved before turning to Dean with a raised eyebrow. “Adonis reincarnate, huh? That’s a new one.”

Dean grinned.

“Only the best for you, babe.”

***

“Listen, Dean.”

Dean looked up from where he was shoving all of his clean laundry into its respective drawers while Cas lay on his bed.

“Yeah?”

Castiel’s hands drummed on his stomach.

“I was thinking… what if we went on a date?”

Dean paused and turned completely around, a pair of boxer shorts still in his hand.

“What?”

Castiel propped himself up on his elbows and licked his lips.

“You know. A…. date. You and me. Doing something together.” Dean watched Castiel pause and clear his throat. “Would you want to?”

Dean tilted his head and let a slow smile creep across his lips.

“Cas, I think that’s an amazing idea.”

Castiel’s mouth fell open, and an even wider grin split his face.

“Wait - really? You think?”

“Absolutely! You’re a genius! People will think that’s hilarious!”

Dean burst out laughing at the thought of everyone’s faces at school when they found out. It would really be the icing on the top of the cake for a lot of people. Not only would they flirt with each other at every opportunity, but now an actual date? Incredible.

“Right. Yeah.”

Dean glanced over at Castiel, who was looking away, his smile nearly gone.

“No, it really will be funny! Jo will probably die laughing. It’s a great idea, Cas.”

Castiel chuckled, but even that sounded forced, like he no longer found his idea funny.

“Thanks,” he murmured, flopping back down on the bed and staring out the window.

Weird.

Still, even though it would be a joke, the idea of going on a date with Cas… it was nice. Nicer than he’d thought it would be.

Not that he’d ever…you know.

Thought about that.

“So, what did you want to do for it?” Dean asked, though he already had a list of possibilities that he was running through. Dinner and a movie was up there at the top of the list, just because of how incredibly cliche it was.  

“I don’t care,” Cas mumbled, picking up his book again and turning to his bookmark. “You decide.”

Dean tossed the boxers into his top drawer and rubbed his hands together.

This was going to be the best date of his life.

***

It was not the best date of his life.

It was…okay. Very average, if he had to make a guess.

Definitely by no fault of Dean’s, he finally decided. He was making sure to go out of his way to be especially flirtatious with Castiel on their date by holding doors open, being more touchy-feely than usual, and absolutely drowning him in pet names.

Cas, however, wasn’t playing off of him as well as he usually did.

“Here you are, sunshine,” Dean said, opening the passenger door for Castiel with a flourish. “I hope you enjoyed the meal.”

“Thanks,” Castiel said, sliding into the seat and shutting the door himself, nearly wrenching it from Dean’s grasp.

Dean pressed his lips together as he walked over to the other side of the car to let himself in.

“You doing okay?” he asked and started the car, sparing a glance over to Castiel.

Castiel let out a breath and shot him a quick smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Yes. I’m fine. Just a little tired, I think.”

“Oh, okay.” Dean drummed his fingers against the steering wheel as he drove, the silence making the drive a little more awkward than it usually was.

“And here we are,” Dean said cheerfully when they stopped in front of Castiel’s house. “Home sweet home.”

Castiel smiled and leaned his head back on the head rest. “Well, thanks Dean. It was a fun date. We should - what are you doing?”

Dean paused in the middle of opening the driver’s side door.

“Um, walking you to your front door, of course.”

“Oh,” Castiel ducked his head and the dim lighting made it almost look like Castiel was blushing. “Dean, you don’t need to do that. I think I can find my way on my own.”

Dean scoffed and shook his head, as if the very thought of such an act wounded his honor.

“What kind of gentleman would that make me? Please.” he winked and quickly shut the door behind him to get to the other side of the car before Castiel opened the door. “It’s my pleasure.”

Castiel looked up at him as Dean opened the car door, and Dean’s heart couldn’t help but skip a beat.

Oh. Well.

He’d probably just had a little too much fun pretending to be on a date with him, is all. It was just muscle memory for him by now.

Castiel climbed out. Dean shut the door. The two of them walked up to Castiel’s porch.

Just like they would do on a real date.

“Again, thank you, Dean. It was fun.” Castiel said, smiling at him from just a foot away.

“Are you gonna leave me without a goodnight kiss?”

Dean wasn’t sure why he said it, probably because that’s what he did at the end of every date, but the moment it was out of his mouth he knew there was no taking it back. Part of him wasn’t even sure that he wanted to.

Castiel’s lips pulled into slight frown, and Dean realized that’s where he’d been staring for quite some time now.

“What?”

“You know. Goodnight kiss.” Dean pointed to his own lips with a smile.

“Why?” Castiel was squinting now, like he usually did when he didn’t understand something the teacher was saying or when he was working out a math problem.

“To like, make the date official. It’ll be funny.” Dean shrugged.

Castiel’s frown deepened.

“No.Goodnight, Dean.”

“Oh, come on, Cas!” Dean reached out and rested a hand on his forearm as Castiel turned away to open the door to his house. “It won’t mean anything. Just a kiss so we can tell people we did!”

Dean could see Castiel’s grip on the doorknob tighten minimally, and when Castiel looked back with a face full of hurt -

Dean took a step back.

“That’s why I’m saying ‘no’.”

And Dean was left alone on the porch.

***

Dean closed the door to his house as quietly as he could, and rubbed at his eyes in confusion. Something had gone very, very badly and Dean’s mind was experiencing a little too much turbulence for him to figure out what exactly that meant or where it had happened.

“Dean? Is that you?”

Dean rubbed at the back of his head as he made his way into the living room, following the sound of his mother’s voice.

Mary was sitting on the couch with a book in her lap; her hair was pulled back into a messy and reading glasses rested on the tip of her nose.

“Hey, mom.”

Mary looked up and smiled.

“Hey, hun. What were you up to?”

Dean sighed and flopped down on the couch next to her, resting his hands on his stomach.

“Went on a date with Cas.”

“Oh? And how’d it go?”

Dean shrugged and made a noncommittal grunt.

“Well, what did you do for the date?”

“Dinner and a movie.”

Mary raised her eyebrow.

“Really? I thought that was something you only did on first dates.”

Dean frowned and glanced over at his mother as she calmly turned a page in her book.

“It- it was a first date.”

Mary made a face at Dean and tutted as she shook her head in disappointment.

“You’ve never taken your boyfriend on a proper date? Dean.”

Dean sat up.

“Wha - but I - we’re not - it’s not like -” Dean steepled his fingers together and pressed them against his lips. “Wait, what…what makes you think that Cas and I are dating?”

“Well,” Mary pursed her lips thoughtfully and folded a dog-ear in her book. “Besides the intense amount of flirting that’s sort of a giveaway? Two things. One is the way that you look at him.”

“The way I….” Dean trailed off, a question in is voice.

“The way you look at him. Dean, the way you stare at Castiel reminds me of the way people stare at stars. It’s like there’s nothing else in the world you’d rather be looking at.”

Dean felt the a light blush begin crawling up his neck.

“Oh. Um. What’s the second thing, then?”

Mary smiled.

“The way he looks at you.”

***

“Cas! Hey, Cas!”

Dean shoved his way through the crowds of lunch period, trying to catch up to his best friend. Castiel had been extremely successful in avoiding him throughout their classes and even the teachers had noticed that he’d sat on the opposite side of the room from Dean instead right next to him as he usually did.

“‘Scuse me. Pardon me.” Dean used few well-timed elbow jabs until he could finally tap Castiel on the shoulder. “Cas. Hey.”

Castiel glanced over his shoulder and squinted.

“Oh. Hello Dean. How did everyone take the news about our date last night?” he asked, folding his arms in front of his chest and not bothering to hide the slight venom in his voice.

“I uh, I haven’t told anyone.” Dean said, rubbing at the back of his neck. “Look, can we talk?”

Castiel shrugged.

“Sure.”

Dean grabbed Castiel by his hand and led him outside where there weren’t so many people surrounding them before.

He took a deep breath, quickly running through the major points of long speech that he’d prepared in his head. It was full of eloquent apologies and deep confessions that he hoped would help Castiel realize how he felt and maybe help him forgive what an ass he was.

“Will you be my boyfriend?” Dean blurted, then slapped a hand over his mouth.

Castiel’s eyes widened almost comically.

“What?”

“Shit, wait. That was supposed to come last.” Dean licked his lips, feeling the panic set in. “Look, Cas. I’m so sorry about last night. I played it off like it was just a joke but…I don’t think it was. I don’t think any of this has been a joke for me and I’ve just been too much of an idiot to realize it. What I’m trying to say here is, I uh, I really like you, Cas. I don’t want any of this to be pretend anymore. I want you to be my boyfriend.”

Castiel continued to stare, and Dean didn’t blame him for taking his time while he digested the word-vomit that he’d just dumped.

“So…” he said finally. “The date was real?”

Dean shrugged, letting himself smile a little.

“It should have been.”

Castiel nodded to himself and slowly reached out to grab Dean’s hand, giving him plenty of time to move back if this wasn’t something he wanted.

He wanted it.

“Then I think I’d like that very much, Dean.” Castiel murmured, intertwining their fingers together with a grin.

“Awesome.” Dean breathed a sigh of relief and squeezed his hand tightly, not bothering to hide how giddy Castiel’s simple answer had made him. They were holding hands. Of course, they had before, but all of those times were just screwing around being funny.

This wasn’t funny anymore.

It was so much better than that.

It was real.

“So, uh, Cas?” Dean said, ducking his head a little to hide his playful grin.

“Mmmhm?”

“If that date was real, does that mean I can get a goodnight kiss now?”

Castiel raised an eyebrow, a teasing look on his face as he slowly leaned in, causing Dean’s heart to nearly burst from his chest in anticipation-

And pressed a finger against Dean’s lips.

“I never kiss on the first date. I’ll see you later, darling. ”

Dean laughed as Castiel slipped from his grasp and walked away, a slight skip in his step.

“Then I’ll pick you up at eight, hot stuff!” He called after Castiel’s retreating silhouette.

A few meandering students paused and stared at Dean curiously.

“That’s my boyfriend.” Dean said with a nonchalant shrug and the biggest goddamn smile that he’d ever had on his face.