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janovavalen · 10 months ago

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hi, can i request percy x fem!reader or just reader if you don’t write fem.

Basically percy is dating someone from the mortal world and she asks percy to attend these important dates for her because idk she’s in ballet or something and he misses it because he’s always doing quest with annabeth and the reader feels like he’s going to leave her. happy ending pls.

a/n: awhh omg yes ofc 😭!!

✧MISUNDERSTANDING || percy jackson x fem!reader

summary: up above!

word count: 3393 (bruh i was aiming for like 1k not MF 3K WHAT IS THISSS MY THUMB HURTS…and im tired ☹️)

warnings: a bit of hurt reader and percy, miss communication, fluff and comfort in the end

y/n breathed heavily and steadily she made sure her feet were pointed and flexed to perfection. her arms being outstretched perfectly and her fingers pointed towards the walls of the studio her teacher, miss.yana, instructed her to finally move.

‘now! close your feet!—‘y/n did just so. as she held them together, unmoving she breathed steadily through her nose, making sure not to flex her face that would cause the whole class to restart.

she didn’t particularly hate ballet, she loved it beyond measure. she loved it so much—it was her mother’s favorite thing to do when she was young and when she had a small incident that stopped her from doing ballet all together, y/n promised her at the age of nine that she would continue her love for ballet.

and now here she was, four years later still doing ballet with a small collection of good metals at home to make her mother proud.

‘open feet! close, open feet! close!’ the teacher shouted to the class. they all did just as she told with no hesitance and no mistake.

if there were any—from anyone. that person would be the punching bag until next week. luckily y/n has never had to experience that, she made sure she was always perfect for the class, teacher, herself and her mother.

‘rest…good job today class, you are now dismissed. julia! make sure you keep stretching i saw slight hesitation in your leg stretches, if you need it checked out please get that down before next month.’

next month just so happened to be one of their important plays that would be watched by one of the most popular and well paid ballet teachers of all time in new york. she would be watching the class y/n so happens to be in to see who is most fitted for her privet class, and y/n had to make sure she was picked, she had to.

as y/n rested and walked over to her duffle bag that held all of her supplies, her friend maxine walked up to her. she always wore pink leg warmers and her hair in one of the tighter buns y/n had ever seen before.

‘hey y/n! were you able to hang out tonight? me and rebecca were thinking we would do a small movie night at hers? we all get these cute little themed colored snacks and watch like, horror movies or something?’ maxine smiled down at y/n who gave a tight lip apologetic smile.

‘awh i’m sorry…maybe we can reschedule on it? i’m supposed to be meeting percy today’ y/n threw on her sweats and sweatshirt to match. her new shoes being simple brown boots and her hat on to cover her head from the windy weather outside.

maxine smile and awed—‘oh! you guys are so cute together in so jealous, i though you’d said he was studying abroad?’

yeah and by that she means some place far far away were humans can’t even enter.

‘yeah…but he’s visiting today and we were going to see that new movie in theaters’ y/n smiled at maxine who nodded her head with a warm smile.

‘awh! you two have fun okay? text me the details later!’ as she walked away y/n waved her goodbye and made her way to the opposite door. leading her way out of the studio and right into to the sidewalk of new york city.

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when y/n got home she made herself known by yelling out to her parents—‘mom, dad! i’m home!’ she yelled. just then she quickly heard footsteps coming from the both of them as they smiled and hugged their daughter.

‘my sweet! how was practice? i’m so happy you got back safe i keep telling you dad here to get you a bike or a car! ah! was that nasty teacher mean to you today? huh?’ her mom rushed to her side as her dad gave her a shocked look at what she said about the car and bike.

‘you didn’t tell me—‘

‘shut up i did!’

‘nuh-uh!’

‘yes! yes (f/n) i told you a hundred times you were just always half asleep when i told you—‘

‘wh! well maybe if i weren’t half asleep i would have know—‘

‘okay guys! it’s okay i’m back! i don’t need a car but i will like a bike? and no she wasn’t mean today, i did pretty good’ y/n praised herself as she set down her bag which was quickly picked up by her dad who went to put it in her room.

‘awh that’s good to here, oh! and what about you and percy? huh? you told me you two were going out tonight is that still on?’

‘yes mom. i’m going to be leaving around five or six and back at nine like always, maybe he’ll stay, maybe he won’t.’ y/n shrugged as she was walked by her mom arm in arm.

‘well, i’ll cut fresh fruit just in case, now i know your tired so go take a nice bath! get ready for your date’ she sang while y/n felt her face warm.

‘mom! don’t say it like that’

‘well! i mean you’ve been together for how long now?’

‘two years—‘

‘two years! and you still get nervous! i still think it’s adorable don’t worry, im sure he does too’ she teased while y/n groaned and made her way to her room.

when she got there she immediately went to rush for her phone and unlocked it. her homescreen being her pet and lock being her and percy at the beach. she loved that picture so much, she’s probably posted it about a hundred times over and over on her photo dumps.

going into her contacts she was quick to text her boyfriend, percy. hoping she wasn’t interrupting him or anything.

‘hey percy! i just got back from practice. everything going well at camp?’ she texted. and almost immediately he responded.

‘hey! yeah, everything is good, i’m getting my things packed for movie night, i should be getting to you pretty soon. miss me?’ he teasingly sent making y/n turn off her phone for a second to smile with her hand over her mouth.

breathing out and unlocking it once more she texted him—‘of course i did, how could i not?’ he hearted her message and replied quickly.

‘well don’t worry i miss you just as much. i’ll see you soon okay?’ she heated his message as well and sent back a meme that he would always send her and closed off her phone.

deciding it was time to get ready she went to collect her bathroom things and started to get ready for her night.

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after about two hours of getting ready, listening to music and texting percy non stop, she finally saw it was time to leave the house. rushing to grab her purse and shoes she used down to the front door and made her goodbyes that consisted of hugs and kisses to and from her parents.

rushing out the front door, she signaled for a taxi which likely saw her and picked her up.

‘were to?’ he asked

‘the movie theater please’

as y/n said that and the taxi driver started to move, she texted percy that she was on his way which she was left with a ‘seen’.

strange…frowning her eyes bowed she kept the message open and waited for his response. he was usually really quick with this, never leaving her on seen nor delivered without a small warning beforehand of course.

‘hm…’ she mumbled.

‘we’re here!’ he told y/n who looked up from her phone in a hurry and looked to the side to see the movie theater.

‘oh, thank you’ paying him plus tip he smiled at her and said his bye which she did the same.

making her way out of the car and into the movies, she paid for the two tickets with the money percy sent her a few days prior, getting popcorn with her own money and some other snacks which was expensive as always.

looking down to see she was left on seen almost ten minutes ago, y/n double texted which she hated.

sending a small pic of the things she bought and the tickets that were next to the popcorn she held them all and walked to the movie room.

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sitting down into her seat she kept her focus on her phone, the big screen and the entrance of the movie room. hoping that one of the blondes that would walk in was her boyfriend who hopefully had a small explanation to leaving her hanging with the texts…twice!

sitting back as the room became dark she decided it was time to call him. he said he was on his way? and she didn’t mean to be obnoxious but she needed to know he was at least okay.

walking out of the room she called him…it rang. and rang…and rang.

then she heard his voice—‘hey!’

‘percy where are you—‘

‘this is percy and you’ve reached my voicemail box. if i didn’t pick up i’m either with my amazing girlfriend, slaying monsters or just sleeping, leave a message.’ scoffing a bit at his voicemail she spoke.

‘percy im at the movies and i just wanted to know if you were okay? or if you're on your way? the movie started and i'm going to be watching this amazing movie without you…call me back, please?’

hanging up and looking down at her phone and time she sighed and closed her eyes, ignoring the slight plained pit in her stomachs and heart she pushed it aside and walked back into the movie room.

sitting down and watching some of the movie she would occasionally look at her phone, the entrance. the screen. her phone, the entrance, the screen.

over, and over. until soon, without realizing it had been the end of the movie.

she still felt herself trapped in the endless loop she created for herself. her phone, the entrance and the screen.

soon enough she realized what she didn’t want to think was true, he wasn’t coming. he wasn’t showing up once again.

this happened five times in the last five months on each date that was planned every five months.

pressing her body against the seat, she sighed and placed her hands on her face. letting out a shaky breath, y/n picked up her things and made her way out of the theater.

walking until the sidewalk of new york, she felt her phone vibrate.

picking it up in a hurry she saw percy’s name flash across the screen—she answered.

‘percy—‘

‘n/n! listen im so so sorry! i—i lost track of time, i was set on a quest the second i was going to leave and i—‘

‘so what? the quests mean more than me? hanging with annabeth—‘

‘y/n please…don’t say that it’s not like that and you know it.’

‘well i sure feels like that percy! you stood me up! you left me alone again just like the picnic, the dinner, the fourth of july, my birthday!? percy…are your trying to tell me something—‘

‘no! y/n! no, it—no! stop what your thinking because it isn’t true okay? please—it isn't like that at all okay? i just….its—‘

‘explain to me percy…i’m listening.’ as y/n stood on the side of the building she felt her eyes well up with a bit of tears as her grip on her phone tightened. her purse being clutched by her side.

‘it’s….’

‘explain to me percy…please.’ she helplessly begged while holding the phone. on the other end, all she heard was a bit of noise and his breathing.

‘i—i can’t.’ he mumbled. scoffing y/n threw her head back slowly while rolling her shoulders. trying not to embarrass herself by crying in the middle of the sidewalk.

‘of course. bye percy.’

‘wait—‘ just as he said this she hung up and placed her phone in her purse. it vibrated, indicating someone was calling, seeing it might be her mom she looked and it was percy.

she didn’t pick up.

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when she got home, y/n was met with a silent house. her parents were sleep and she was kind of happy with this. she could walk to her room with no trouble.

once she got their, she immediately broke down, her hands finding ways to her mouth to silence her cries, y/n shook her head a bit and bit her lip.

the pain in her chest grew and grew to which it felt like she couldn’t breath.

was this his way of breaking up with her? was this is plan all along since she and him had to split? this whole time he was in camp…he could’ve been talking to someone else. this whole time.

sighing and crying a bit more she wiped her tears and breathed heavily, a shaky breath as she made her way to her closet and picked her pajamas.

after taking off some of her makeup, and putting her hair in a more comfortable up-do. she placed her phone on the bedside table and turned to the wall, her widow being slightly open to show the moons shine from space.

feeling her body shake a bit from her cries she suddenly heard—tik.

quieting down, y/n stopped and waiting just to hear another—tik, tik—one became two and two became four.

sighing she sat up and looked at her slightly ajar window to see there were small rocks being down at her window.

what kind of drunk is doing this so late at night? and why her window? and why on this day as of right now.

groaning she sat up and grabbed her bat to make sure bod is was handing from her window. stepping slow and close to her window she saw curls then a face—with a black hoodie on. screaming she went to swing her bat but was stopped with—‘oh my god! stop! stop! it’s me!’

stopping her movements…she knew that voice. placing the bat down and aggressively taking off his hoddie she saw it was percy.

‘what—‘

‘i know i know, what are you doing here? why are you here? what do you want you pertinacious douchebag—i know but please? let me explain…please.’ he silently begged her as y/n firmly looked down at him. giving up as she saw his blue eyes, she placed down the bag completely and stepped beside it let him in.

once he was in he turned to her. y/n had her arms crossed and her face flat, filled and prominent with upset, hurt, anger and confusion. the slight previous look of tears in her puffy eyes made his heart sink.

‘oh y/n…i—‘

‘why did you ditch me all those months? huh? i asked you and i will keep asking…if you can’t give a reason at all and it’s related to your demigod duties i will respect that and leave it alone but please just tell me something? anything.’ y/n hopelessly looked up into percy eyes who looked down at eyes and sighed.

placing his hand on her arms that were folded she let then loosen as he pressed his body against her own, embracing her with the warmth of her preciously covered body and his naturally warm one. she melting into his hind immediately and tested up again.

‘is this you breaking up with me? i don’t get it i—‘

‘i was trying to clear up my schedule to make it to your play next month.’ he answered, finally.

pulling away immediately she looked into his sad eyes that watched her own as a small tear dropped.

‘what?’

‘you were telling me for six months now about how important and exited you were for this big play so i worked and worked on many of my quiets that were already ahead of me to make sure none of them interfere with your play. i want to make there so i can see you dance, i know i’ve been really…horrible with being a boyfriend and making it to our dates and im so so sorry, half of it was planned and half of it was pure coincidence on being caught in a quest…’

‘planned?’ she asked, eyes eyebrows turning up and he nodded.

‘yeah planned…i know how serious you and ballet are and i know your always stressed at being this perfect image for the world when in fact your always perfect and there isn’t anything that can’t make you ten times better than you already are. some of the dates i missed were meant to be missed like the picnic, and the ice skating rink and your birthday…i was there, you just couldn’t see me. and now that i think about it sounds creepy and weird—‘

‘yeah it dose’ she laughed as he smiled.

‘but i didn’t show up because i knew you needed the time to freely open up and relax. your picnic was what i made you, the food and stuff i made myself that’s why—‘

‘that’s why some of the things were blue…’ she recalled.

‘mhm…and your birthday?’

‘a ocean view with blue ribbons around the napkins and flowers…but why didn’t you tell me?’ she looked up in wonder.

‘it would ruin your surprise’ she shrugged while she tilted her head in a bit of confusion.

‘my surprise?’

picking up the bag that was set next to him that she failed to notice he handed it to her and she grinned up at him, a bit nervous he watched her open the blue bag. seeing another box, she opened it.

inside were his and her favorite blue colored ballet shoes. y/n smiled and picked them up immediately, placing the box and bag on her table, she looked at them and saw a small note inside.

in it was what said—

from here on out from all of my accomplished quested i have even granted a two year stay in new york with you, and for these two years i will stay by your side non stop to make up for my missed dates, and missed hugs and talks. your favorite — percy jackson.

looking up at him with teary eyes, she launched herself at him with her arms around his neck, y/n felt percy rub her back soothingly and she immediately spoke.

‘oh my god i’m so sorry! i was so mean to you over the phone and i almost hit you with a bat! and i wa thinking of doing it anyway seeing who you were oh my—im so sorry percy oh my gosh’ she squeezed him even tighter as percy laughed a bit and held her closer.

‘it’s okay! it’s okay! i would to the same, i hoped you did so you would forgive me then baby me back to health’ he revealed making y/n pull away and push him with a scoff.

he smiled at her and pulled her in by her hand, one of his other hands making their way to hold her face soothingly and pulling her in for a sweet kiss. he was always one for words and actions. smiling and melting into it y/n kissed back all until—

‘who’s in here! my baby—what!’ the two of them turned to see y/n’s mother and father holding bats only to immediately relax.

‘percy!’

‘hi mrs.l/n…hi mr.l/n’ he shamefully waved at the two who rolled their eyes and let out a relieved sigh.

‘my god—percy please. next time use the front door’ he dad groaned as he went to walk away and back to bed only to feel his wife want aorund. turning to see her staring at the two with an adored face painted on her she awed.

‘my babies! look at you—‘ just then she was picked up and taken out of the room by y/n’s dad—her husband—‘wait! i was just checking on them!’

‘they’re fine’ he replied.

y/n smiled and covered her face with embarrassment as percy looked down at her and smiled as well, grabbing her hands and pulling them away from her face he kissed her once more.

#percy jackson x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy pjo #percy series

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h4m1lt0ns · 1 year ago

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HEARTBREAK SYNDROME.

episode one :: SELFISH.

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ pairing ︴max verstappen x singer!y/n

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ genre ︴social media au / irl snippets

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ summary ﹔five years worth of love thrown away in the trash, all at y/n’s expense.

fc – wonyoung jang (aged up to 28)

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ warnings ﹕cheating, angst.

[may, 15 2023]

y/n

♡ liked by redbullracing, danielricciardo and 4,294,103 others.

y/n here’s to five years of u being fuckin annoying. i love you maximilian.

839,193 comments.

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☆ IMESSAGE with ; honey badger

honey badger: where are you

y/n: ???

y/n: in the studio rn, do u need anything?

honey badger: huh

honey badger: wait are you not coming?

honey badger: i thought we were doing

karaoke together ☹️

y/n: bro what are u talking about

y/n: come where? i already have plans tonight

honey badger: i’m ??

honey badger: hold on

y/n: …danny? 😀

honey badger: bro why aren’t you here

y/n: BROS NOT MAKING SENSE 🔥 🔥 🔥

honey badger: bae we’re all at the usual club

rn and i was wondering why you’re not here 😃

y/n:…

y/n: now who the fuck is we.

honey badger: 😭😭😭😭

honey badger: bro how do u not know

honey badger: didn’t max tell you? we’re supposed

to go out

honey badger: y/n?

y/n: wait

y/n: oh this motherfucker

honey badger: wait what

y/n: is max with you

honey badger: bestie i’m scared what’s going on

yn: we’ve been fighting recently

y/n: him and i are supposed to go out

for our anniversary and to talk things out

why the fuck is he at a fucking club

y/n: and he didn’t even fucking tell me

y/n: this the second year in a row what

the fuck is his fucking problem

honey badger: wOAHHHHHH

honey badger: HOLD ONNNN

honey badger: CALL ME RNNN

☆ IMESSAGE with ; funeral guest list.

honey badger removed maximilian!

honey badger: y/n pick up the phone

honey badger: come on please

chal eclair: y/n please answer the call

my baby lando: y/n please

alabono: i’m sorry we couldn’t stop him

chal eclair: ^^^

chili!: y/n come on now

chili!: y/n please answer the call amor

princess george: y/n we know it’s hard but we need to know if you’re okay

PIERRE GASLYYYY: we’re all worried y/n

PIERRE GASLYYYY: GUYS SHE ANSWERED KIKA’S CALL

chal eclair: i see how it is y/n 😐

my baby lando: mom do u not love me anymore

chili!: woooooowwwwww okay y/n

honey badger: all of you shut the fuck up

honey badger: pierre what’s kika saying

alabono: lily and carmen are on their way to you y/n

PIERRE GASLYYYY: she’s crying

PIERRE GASLYYYY: while cussing out max

PIERRE GASLYYYY: but crying hard

chili!: so y/n of her

my baby lando: real

yukino: i will run him over for you 💕

chal eclair: okay relax

chili!: true

my baby lando: yes but not now

honey badger: y/n say something

alabono: lily and carmen are with her now

alabono: she’s not okay guys 😕

yukino: what are they saying

alabono: she’s crying really hard and isn’t breathing well

my baby lando: WHAT ELSE

chal eclair: IS SHE SAFE

honey badger: DOES SHE NEED ANYTHING

chili!: alex i swear to god 😃

alabono: she’s safe and doesn’t need anything rn. lily and carmen are gonna sleep over w her, they won’t leave her alone

princess george: oh okay thank god

my baby lando: i blocked max but someone tell him it’s on fucking sight when i see him

chal eclair: i second that

yukino: count me in

PIERRE GASLYYYY: kika said we’re setting his house on fire

alabono: bringing the gas

#max verstappen x reader #carlos sainz x reader #charles leclerc x reader #daniel ricciardo x reader #alex albon x reader #yuki tsunoda x reader #pierre gasly x trader #lando norris x reader #george russell x reader #lewis hamilton x reader #f1 #f1 fanfiction #f1 smau #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #f1 x you

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theunforgvnn · 3 months ago

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i think im obsessed with leon spiderman au

Leon's ribs were probably broken, his legs were shaking and he was definitely bleeding yet he didn't seem to care.

“Are you okay?” He quickly ran to you. He sounded stressed and even though you couldn't see it, his facial expression was worried as well.

You just nodded. Maybe you weren't well enough to talk right now, maybe Spider-Man had saved you and was standing in front of you in the flesh.

After a few minutes of silence, you asked. “Are you okay?”

He nodded and added "Ready to go home?"

"Yeah, yeah." He asked you for your address and you had no idea he already knew your address. Not like he was a pervert or a stalker he already knew you and maybe he loved you ever since he met you.

He then opened his arm for you to hug. You were already soaked from falling into the river, so when Leon wrapped his arm around you, you felt warm. Leon panicked even more because you could hear how fast his heart is beating.

Swinging around in Spiderman’s arms was an experience you would never forget. On the other side Leon was sure that it didn’t hurt that much anymore because he was hugging you.

When your feet touch the ground you wanted it to last longer. He stood upside down, watching you. “Take a hot shower when you get home, alright?” You nodded. “Thanks, for everything.” And smiled softly.

"I'm your friendly neighborhood Spider-man,that's my job." He simply said.

"You talk like saving someone's life is a normal thing to do, but you do that every day, right?" Leon chuckled.

"I would save you any day, but please don't be in a situation like this again, okay?" But deep down Leon knew that what happened to you was his fault because whenever someone learnt who he really is something always happen to you.

"I'll try." You smiled. Then you waited, you waited without knowing why.

You reached for his mask. Leon took your hand. “Wait.”

"Don't worry, I have no intention of revealing your identity."

You pulled his mask down to his nose. “Can i ?”

"Please..."

And then it happened, the moment Leon had been waiting for years, time stopped the second his lips touched yours. Leon wanted this moment to never end, he wanted you to love Leon S Kennedy not only Spider-Man .

But he broke the kiss first. He adjusted his mask and said, "Take care." this time not caring about changing his voice.

You watched as he swung away and he watched you from an angle where you couldn't see him.

"Leon ?" You snapped your fingers

“Hm ?” Leon realized he hasn’t been listening to you.

“Oh my god…you’re the one who asked me to tell you what happened yesterday and you’re not even listening. Am i starting to bore you ?”

“No,no you’re not.” He swallowed his food. “I’m sorry,my bad.”

You just smiled. “Well, good thing that Spider-man was there to save me. Y’know he was definitely taller than than the photos you took. He even might be taller than you.”

“Pretty sure we are the same height.” Leon immediately added.

“I'm not sure, I need to see you two together first.” You shrugged. “Then we kissed but i don’t think he liked it.”

“What makes you say that ?”

“He ran away.” You sighed.

Leon didn't respond at first. “You like him ?” He asked instead.

“Doesn’t matter.” You shrugged.

“Why not ?” He asked obviously surprised.

“Leon,he is Spider-man ! Spider-man for god’s sake ! Today Stacey talked to me and asked me if i can introduce her to Spider-man.” You laughed but not because you were happy more like painful.

Leon nodded, you both ate your lunch in silence.

But tonight he will come to your house and kiss you, but this time he won't stop until you do.

ARGHHH I LOVE HIM

I WASN’T GONNA END IT LIKE THIS BUT I GOT LAZY ☹️☹️

anyways this is kinda translated sooo…. sorry if this fic doesn’t make sense 🙏

#leon x reader #resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #resident evil 4 #spiderman

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heartshapedcigaretteburns · 9 months ago

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(RAHRWAHRAHAHAHWAHRAWR 😩‼️)

Childhood Bsf Soap! Who hates leaving you even before you start dating. He worries about you 24/7 while he's on a mission even if he knows you can take care of yourself.

Childhood Bsf Soap! Who can't help but feel like you're already family. You're at his parents house every holiday get together and you're friends with all his cousins and siblings. You're his plus one to every wedding. It'd be so easy for you to take his last name.

Childhood Bsf Soap! Who convinces you to move in with him. He says it's cost efficient but really it's because he can't stand being away from you more than he has to. He loves coming home to you just lounging or cooking bc it makes him feel like you're his little wife waiting for him to come home ☹️ he just wants someone to hold him when it's over. It also doesn't hurt that he gets to see you prance around with wet hair in just a t shirt (no bra 😏) and panties bc you hate the feelings of pants on your freshly moisturized legs.

This doesn't help the problem Childhood Bsf Soap! has of talking about you to his team like you've been married to him for years. Calls you his lass, the missus, his lady. "Can't make it to the bar tonight, the missus has been looking forward to this new movie so I'm gonna take my lass to see it." The first time he complained about your new partner his teammates were stunned bc this whole time they thought you were his gf/wife. Soap likes the idea of people assuming you 2 are a couple.

Childhood Bsf Soap! Who has never liked any of your past partners and always made it very well known bc this boy can't hide his emotions. If he has to be around the person you're talking to romantically he's constantly like this 😡 in the corner literally POUTING. He'll even go as far as trying to convince you to break up with them for something. "They didn't even know your favorite childhood cartoon! They obviously don't care about getting to know you on a deeper level maybe you should end it now 😁"

Childhood Bsf Soap! Who already knows your relationship preferences and love languages. When he finally decides he's had enough of the just friends thing he takes full advantage of the years he's spent listening to you rant about love and ramble about your dream partner. All of the sudden he's hitting you with all the aspects you want in a partner and it's not an opportunity any sane person could pass up.

Childhood Bsf Soap! Who traps you in the bedroom the night before a mission. He got the call just after lunch and you haven't left the bed since. Hours later, his head is on your chest and you're lazily stroking his mohawk and watching some cooking show on the tv. He stays buried in you all night even after he goes soft just to be as close to you as possible before he has to leave. He's praying he's allowed to come back to you again this time.

Umh 2nd ever time doing something like this 😬not as proud of this one bc I don't read much about Soap personally but I figured I started with Gaz so I might as well do another underated one. Soap needs some love too fr 💕 I really don't know what I'm doing y'all 😔😭

#cod x reader #cod fanfic #cod smut #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mactavish #john price x reader #john price #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley

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starrynights-sunnyskies · 5 months ago

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as the flowers bloom, my heart does too ⋆*·ﾟmisa x putellas!femreader, social media au, (10/-)

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when your relationship ends and all you want to do is hide and cry, flowers suddenly start to appear on your doorstep.

or; misa hating to see a pretty girl cry and suffer and going out of her way to cheer her up while staying anonymous

fic: see my masterlist 🤍

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sofie.svava even more happy times ahead!!

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bff1 celebrating with the good clicquot i see! jk, here's to a ton of happy memories!!! you both deserve it 💘

yourusername home is wherever you are 😘 liked by marisabel_rguez ↳ albaps9 is it me or does it smell cheesy in here? liked by alexiaputellas

username1 and they were roommates!!! ↳ username2 historians will say they were good friends

jennihermoso When's the housewarming party? 😉

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bff2 I MISS YOU ALREADY!! ↳ bff3 Me too. ↳ bff1 me three ↳ albaps9 me four ↳ alexiaputellas Me too. ↳ bbf1 alexia you broke our chain 😤 ↳ alexiaputellas 😂

marisabel_rguez Mi alma, I'll be back from camp before you know it! 😘 ↳ yourusername ☹️

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username1 😍😍😍

bff2 The sweetest couple!

claudiaapina 👏

albaps9 seeing you two always makes me so happy, excuse me while i go and sob 😓

alexiaputellas Finally no more secrecy or surprises for me jajaja ↳ albaps9 don't you fucking jinx it now, you can still be teased and traumatised 🤣 ↳ alexiaputellas Ay, please no 🤨

jennihermoso As you should 😘

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you nooo where are you 🥺

Misa 🤍 Good morning, love!! Getting groceries with your mami. You looked too peaceful. Didn’t want to wake you. Didn’t you find my note?

you what note? 😔

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you wait i found it!! i love you too 😊

you oh and can you please bring more of my favourite snacks? alba ate them last night ):

Misa 🤍 Already got them in the cart 😛

you te quiero MUCHO

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Misa 🤍 Hey, now where are YOU? 😂😅

you walking the dogs with albs and ale 😳

you but i'll be back in a sec! prometo 🤍🌼

Misa 🤍 No worries, take as long as you need. I've been wanting to have a chat with your mom for a while now anyway 😘

you better not be about me. you know that gossiping is a sin, right?

Misa 🤍 Can it really be called gossiping when it's just gushing about you?

Misa 🤍 And hey, what we did last night wasn't? Since when have you been on your best behaviour?

you just feel like being a good girl for you for once

you anyway, you better watch her, because she can't help herself but do stuff around the house and there are things i don’t need her to find 😐

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you misa??

you this is important 😖

you MARIA ISABEL RODRIGUEZ!

you ay ay ay... oh no 😅

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username5 PLS NO TROUBLE IN PARADISE PLS PLS PLS I BEG

username6 Wait, what's happened?

username7 No, now i'm upset too ):

username8 at least she showed up to support? can't be that bad, then? 😅

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a/n: thank you for still being here to read and support, loves! 🌼🌻

#misa rodriguez x reader #woso social media au #woso x reader

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bonesandchalamet · 1 year ago

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welcome to the final show - h.styles

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pairings: harry styles x reader!

warnings: fluff

a/n: in my depressed era now that tour is over ☹️

it’s over. it’s somehow a bittersweet ending that for some reason, you never saw actually coming to an end. he’s exhausted, but his heart has never been so full seeing his fans send the love right back to him night after night, and this one seems to get to him more.

family, friends, team members, band members, and even celebrity guests all approach his sweaty body first. fist bumps, high fives, and hugs are all he knows for the next couple of minutes, until the crowd of loved ones part like the sea to reveal you. a kiss would be nice, he thinks to himself. after all, it’s the second most magical thing he could experience after his final performance.

“you did such a good job, h.” you launch your body into his. the smell of his heightened body odor doesn’t bother you in this moment. you just press yourself further into him before pulling away and giving him what he wants. a kiss.

“you enjoy it?” he asks like it’s a ever question. every moment of each show was more than enjoyable, so when he sees you roll your eyes he knows. he knows you loved every second until it was over.

“go get changed.” you point in the direction of his dressing room, and it hits him. the emptiness in his gut appears once again attempting to swallow him. this was over. the performing would actually stop and he could have a break. you can already see the wheels turning in his head, he’s wondering what he’ll do with his free time. he’s never had this much of it since COVID.

“what if I want to stay in this?” he gestures to the gold fringe suit he’s wearing, the vest showing off his beautiful abs and butterfly tattoo. one of his best outfits, you thought to yourself when you saw him enter the stage.

“I won’t mind that.” you smile, cheeks hurting so badly from the whole night of doing so, but you still press on watching his eyes light up at your approval.

you know why he doesn’t want to take it off. it’ll be like admitting the best thing thats ever really happened to be over. that him hearing his fans scream when the lights drop, sing his lyrics back to him, and dance to his songs will be over. the joy he brought to millions upon millions would finally stop. for the first time, he could fly home and have no where else to be later.

“I bet he’ll sleep like a baby tonight.” Anne wraps her arms around your shoulders, a tight smile on her lips and tear stained cheeks that match yours. she’s proud of her sons accomplishments, but she knows he’s ready to go home. she knows he’s ready to sleep in your arms for hours upon hours.

you nod in agreement watching him trot off to Lloyd, his camera hung around his neck showing the band members his photography of the night.

“I got this picture of you, y/n.” Lloyd’s eyebrows wiggle in a mischievous way, harry taps his shoulder with his index finger begging to show him already.

“calm down!” Lloyd laughs, his thumb clicking through the photos until it stops and settles on, what you believe, is an image of you.

harry takes the camera in his hands, a small smile forms on his lips as he stares long and hard at the picture. it’s like if he blinks the image of your visibly tears streaming down your cheeks, bright smile, and pink boa would all go away.

“I love this picture, can you print it out for me?” harry taps the small screen, and he talks with Lloyd like you’re not there. the camera gets passed around to band members again, and your image fades with the millions of other ones.

“was it a good picture?” you ask him when he’s finally moved on from the group and back over to you.

“darling, the best picture ever. going to have it framed forever.” he presses his lips against your temple, arms wrapping around your body, and once again you’re pulled into his sweaty body.

“going to have this night framed for ever as well. it was one for the books.” you watch him nod, arms wrap tighter around you for a second, “now let’s go home, h.”

“I couldn’t have agreed more, let’s go home.”

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enemies to lover with nat !! i’m begging for u to end this drought! spoiled reader who always get on nats nerve very angsty if you could make it

Party Queen

Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader

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a/n: this was so fun to write but idk if i did the request justice ☹️ anyways i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: drugs and alcohol, underage drinking and smoking, swearing, tell me if i missed anything!!

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“Of course I wasn’t home for curfew,” you chuckle, sending Shauna and Jackie an odd look. You were talking about the keg party you had all attended last night, and how late you had ended up leaving.

“Won’t your parents care?” Shauna scoffs.

“As long as I’m not pregnant, why the hell would Rebecca care?”

Both of them look at you, even more confused now. You sigh, bringing your knee up to your chest to tie your cleats.

“Rebecca? The housekeeper? I told you guys about her, right?” Jackie nods after a moment.

“Yeah, but… I kinda thought you were joking?”

You let out a laugh, bending over on the bench, almost crying as you double over.

“Oh, oh, my God, that is so funny,” you breathe when you calm down. “I mean, like, not to be a bitch, but come on! My dad’s off in like, Canada or something, and my mom’s at a wellness retreat in San Antonio. Rebecca is my second mom, basically.”

“Yeah…” Jackie chuckles. “Because that’s perfectly normal.”

You shrug, setting your now tied cleats onto the ground.

“Oh, that reminds me. I was thinking- team bonding at my house tonight? We can use the pool, and I think the hottub is warm, and Rebecca can order pizza for us!” you stand up, putting your hands around Jackie and Shauna’s shoulders as Coach Martinez calls you onto the field.

“Can Jeff come?” Jackie asks.

“Only if you share,” you wink, and it takes Jackie a moment, but she laughs when she realizes you’re joking.

Shauna shrugs. “I’ll come.”

“Great!” you smile, squeezing their shoulders before letting go to take a knee in front of Coach.

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“Hey, Taissa,” you say. There’s a pause in the scrimmage- one of the JV girls had accidentally kicked the ball over the fence, and Misty had volunteered to go get it, conveniently not knowing where the extras were.

“Hey, Y/N,” Taissa says, stretching by pulling her foot up to her back.

“Team bonding at my house tonight?” she raises one eyebrow at you. You would be lying if you said you didn’t have a reputation. “Fine. It’s a party.”

She looks you up and down. “Free booze?”

“And pizza!” you sing. “Bring your bathing suit, too.”

She bites her lip, toying with the idea. “Sure,” she says after a moment, sending you a small smile.

“What could the great Taissa Turner possibly have to say to the Party Queen?” Natalie snorts, walking over just as Misty shouts she has the ball, starting her run back over.

Taissa rolls her eyes.

“Party,” you say, drawing out the world while you fix your ponytail. “Free booze, free pizza, and my pool? What’s not to love?”

She smiles and rolls her eyes. “Sorry, Y/N, I’m just deathly allergic to mansions and the people who live in them.”

“You’re no fun,” you scoff. “I mean, what else are you gonna do tonight? Get drunk and suck someone’s dick? Why not at least do it on my dad’s dime?”

“Ha. Fuck you, Y/N.”

“Will you just come?” you groan. “It’s team bonding.”

She stares at you up and down for a moment, and you adjust your jersey, feeling weird under her stare.

“Fine,” she says after a moment.

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Rebecca had only shook her head and said not to cause any damage, before placing an order for a million pizzas, and you changed into bathing suit, putting on a loose white cover-up, making sure the pool was clean and the snacks and pizza were out- before you rubbed some sunscreen on yourself, put on some sunglasses, and sat in the last rays of the dying sun.

“Oh, holy shit,” someone laughs, and you hear the click of the fence gate shut. You pull your sunglasses down, looking at Taissa and Van.

“You’re here!” you smile, standing up, adjusting your sunglasses and placing an oversized beach hat on your head. Van immediately grabs a slice of pizza, looking at you, but you only make a wide motion with your hands. “The hot tubs at, like, 102, and the pool is at 84, I think,” your voice drops to a whisper, even though Rebecca is inside the guest room reading her romance book, “the beer is in the coolers.” You nod your head to the two coolers you had lined up against the wall and filled with cheap alcohol.

“Oh, thank God,” Taissa mutters, immediately walking over to it. The gate creaks open again, and slowly, everyone starts filing in.

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Natalie doesn’t arrive until it’s already dark, when it feels like the party is just getting started. You’ve long abandoned all your accessories, instead chatting with one of the freshman, Allie, about how she had gotten invited to prom.

“Hey, Party Queen,” Natalie mutters, looking around, and you’re already a little tipsy.

“Natalie!” you shout, not meaning to, and she laughs and cringes while you clear your throat. “I’m drunk,” you explain, and she raises her eyebrows.

“Just a bit?”

“Just a bit,” you nod, saluting like a soldier, which makes you giggle. “Oh, um, beer is-” you spin around, until you finally find the wall with the coolers. “There. And any pizza left is on the table. You were late,” you shrug.

“Oh, wow. What will I ever do without a slice of cheap pizza?”

You frown. “I love Alfredo’s pizza, though.”

“Oh, God,” she mutters, looking around the backyard. Allie has long since walked away. “This place is ridiculous, you know?”

“Ridiculously fun?” you ask, reaching out to grab her wrist, tugging her over to the lounge chairs. A girl screams as she jumps into the pool from the diving board, and Natalie grins, laughing.

“Not the word I would have used,” Natalie shrugs, and you grab her bag from her and put it on the nearest lounge chair. “What the fuck are you doing?” she asks, not making a move to grab her bag.

“Won’t you swim?” you ask, feeling slightly bad that not everyone is having fun at your party. You had a reputation to uphold, anyways. Natalie rolls her eyes, and you lift off your bathing suit cover, letting it drop to the concrete.

She looks at your boobs.

“Stoo staring at my boobs,” you grumble, slipping off your flip-flops.

“What- why would I stare at your boobs?”

“‘Cause I’m hot, duh.”

“I think the parties are getting to your brain.”

You shrug and step into the water, looking at her over your shoulder. And she’s staring at you, but she doesn’t make any move to take off your own clothes. You shrug and submerge yourself, swimming over to Jackie, Shauna, and the infamous Jeff.

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You climb out of the pool, pretending you don’t feel eyes on you, spotting Natalie and a glowing ember in her hand. She hasn’t even taken off her jacket, and you suppose it’s a little chilly, especially coming out of the water.

The refreshing pool did nothing to make you any less drunk, and you sit on the end of Natalie’s lounge chair, forcing her to tuck her legs up and sit to avoid getting wet.

“Jesus Christ,” she groans, letting smoke blow out of her mouth. You lean forward.

“Give me some,” you say.

She scoffs. “Why would I do that? Not even a please from the spoiled queen? Oh, God, I’m wounded.”

“Fine. You’ve smoked so much I can probably just absorb it from the air around you.”

You can see her smile, slightly forced, like it always is when it comes to you. “Why are you such a bitch? Mad that daddy’s away?”

“I’m having a pool party at my house, unsupervised, with pizza and beer. Why would I be mad?”

“Yeah, whatever,” she mumbles.

“Seriously, can I have some, though?”

“No.”

“Look at who’s the bitch now, huh?”

“You didn’t even say please, you spoiled brat.”

“Please!” you shout, a smile on your face, and Natalie laughs but finally gives in after a moment, putting the join in front of your face, and you eagerly wrap your lips around the end and breathe in the poisoned air.

You cough, smoke dripping from your mouth.

“Loser,” she mumbles, and you choose to pretend not to have heard it. She takes it back, taking her own drag, and the sounds of the girls talking and shouting and water splashing becomes the only noise.

Natalie Scatorccio has hated you from as long as you could remember. Maybe she was jealous, or maybe you had really done something to hurt her- either indirectly, or so long ago and small enough you had completely forgotten.

“Jesus,” she mutters after a moment, shuffling around, before something hits you.

“The fuck?” you ask, only to be faced with Natalie’s jacket.

“You’re shivering. It’s making me cold just looking at you.”

“Aw,” you coo, wrapping the leather jackets over your mostly-dried shoulders. “Who knew Natalie Scatorccio, infamous bitch, had a heart?”

“Who knew Y/N L/N, infamous brat, could be stupid enough to not grab a towel after she got out the pool?”

“Why do you hate me?” you ask after a moment. “Like, seriously. Did I do something super fucked up in elementary school? Because, come on, get over it.”

“I don’t hate you. You’re just annoying and spoiled.”

“So you’ve mentioned.” You turn to her, eyeing her suspiciously, and her cheeks flush, but it’s probably from the weed. “Get over it,” you say after a moment. “Not my fault my dad is like, rich, or whatever.”

She just looks away.

“Well, you’re annoying, too, you know,” you say after a moment, missing the sound of her voice.

“Oh?” she asks, but by the way she smiles- both of you know you have nothing to say.

“Whatever,” you mumble. “This is making me sad.”

You stand, stumbling a bit, throwing Natalie’s now damp jacket back onto her.

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By the time Jackie and Shauna have bid their goodbyes to you, everyone else is gone. You sigh, suiting on a lounge chair in the pitch black, stretching and feeling everything pop, before curling up. You think you stay like that for a few more minutes, telling yourself you’ll get up, but you never do.

The gate creaks open again, and you flip over, scared about serial killers-

“Damn,” Natalie mutters. “I just forgot my jacket. You… you good?” you sigh and wrap your arms around yourself.

You love throwing parties. You love the people and the music, the food and the drinks, the drugs, everything about it. They call you the Party Queen and you are- but mainly because you wish they would never end.

There’s this empty feeling festering inside of you, and this sickness that will never be cured. You tell yourself you’re not bothered by your parents leaving, but now, you don’t know.

Natalie takes a few steps closer, and you look up at her.

“I never like the end of parties,” you say.

“It’s freezing outside. You’re gonna catch a cold,” Natalie sighs, picking up her jacket. But maybe you’re too drunk too move. Natalie takes a sip from someone’s leftover beer. She mutters something to herself, before grabbing your hand and hauling you up to stand.

You stumble, drunk and confused, and she’s drunk too, so she barely steadies you, her hands all over you.

“Huh?” you say, and she wraps a tentative arm around your waist and guides you around the pool, and to the faint lights of your house.

“Time for bed,” she mumbles, and you look at her, before unlocking the sliding glass door and stepping inside the cool house.

“Why are you helping me?” you ask, staring at her suspiciously as you both lean on each other, tired and tipsy.

“I would feel like shit if I just let you to die out there.”

“I wasn’t gonna die,” you snort, taking a turn so you end up in front of the stairs. “It’s not cold enough for that yet. Besides, I was gonna get up.”

“You’re drunk,” she deadpans, and you look at her, almost missing a step, but the two of you quickly steady yourselves. “You can’t even get up the stairs, Y/N,” she sighs.

“Okay,” you mumble, drawing out the word, until you finally lean forward and open the door. Natalie helps you sit on the bed, before looking around your room, covered in soccer trophies and medals, pictures of various teams you had been on.

She sighs. “Goodnight, Party Queen,” she says after a moment, and turns to leave.

“How are you gonna get home?”

“Walk,” she shrugs, and you open the window near your bed, looking out at the sky through the faint streetlights. It’s dark, not only from the lack of sunlight but from some dark clouds rolling about in the sky.

“But, like, don’t you live at the trailer park? That’s, like, on the other side of town.” You gesture to the window. “I think it’s gonna rain.”

“Okay, Miss Meteorologist,” she chuckles, but you aren’t laughing. You’re tired.

“You can stay, if you want,” you yawn. “Rebecca won’t mind.”

“Goodnight,” she says again, as you stand up and start to slip off your bathing suit.

“You should stay.”

She doesn’t turn around until you do, until you’ve slipped on a t-shirt and a pair of undies.

“You should stay, Natalie. I would feel horrible if you died out there.”

She looks at you, then at the dark window.

“Fine,” she says after a moment, slipping off her jacket and her sneakers, placing them in a neat pile near your bed. “Only ‘cause I don’t wanna get rained on.”

“You’re drooling thinking about sharing a bed with me.”

It takes her a moment, but she laughs. Like, really, truly laughs in a way you haven’t heard anyone laugh in years. And after a moment, you’re laughing too, and suddenly she’s sitting on the edge of your bed next to you, the laughter dying off.

“I’m going to bed,” you announce, already dreading waking up with a hangover.

Everything you’re doing is shrouded in a thick haze, and you can’t tell which way is up or down, and you can’t turn back. Not now.

“I always thought you were a bitch. ‘Cause you were such a bitch to me,” you say, curling up on your side. She lays on her back, staring at the ceiling, staying far away from you and breathing heavily.

“You deserved it,” she says after a moment. “You always walk around like you own the world- it was my cosmic duty to knock you down a few pegs.” You giggle, and she finally turns her head to face you. She hides a hiccup into her hand. “But, uh, this house is so big and empty, you know? Now I feel bad.”

“I don’t think you’re so bad, Natalie,” you murmur, and she lets out a dry laugh.

“Maybe you aren’t either. I mean, you’re still a spoiled brat, but.”

“And you’re a trailer park loser.”

“Then you’re a desperate loser.”

“Fuck off, bitch,” you mutter into the pillow. “At least I’m not a goddamn drug addict.”

“At least I’m not a poor little lonely girl, waiting here her parents to pay attention to her.” She turns fully onto her side, and you look at her with narrowed eyes.

“At least my parents make money.”

“Shut up,” she breathes. “You don’t even know anything except spending money.”

“And you don’t know anything besides sucking dick.” The air in the room feels heavier, tangible.

“Shut up.”

“At least I have money to spend.”

But the more you talk, the more you don’t mean it. The more smiles form across both of your faces, giddy and carefree, too teenage girls basically home alone in a big mansion- but they only care about this room, this bed.

“Shut. Up.”

She’s whispering now, leaning towards you, and you’re leaning towards her, like you’re two magnets who can’t stay away.

“You shut up.”

She makes a motion that seems to be a shrug, before making the final leap forward, that final connection, and smashing her lips onto yours.

Life becomes flashes of teeth and tongues, lips and hands, until you’re pulling back for air, her hands in your hair, your lips bitten and swollen, the remnants of your lipstick smeared across her face.

She only pulls away enough so that your noses still brush against each others, and you can feel her breath against your skin, labored from kissing.

“At least I’m not a stupid Party Queen,” she gasps after a moment.

You smile. “You wish you were.”

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hughesmedicine · 4 months ago

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birthday day girl 2 | q. hughes

quinn hughes x burrow reader

a/n: happy birthday girly pop, I love you so much and in a few months we’ll be meeting for the first time and seriously cannot wait for that moment🩷. I’ve seen you grown into this amazing person and I’m excited to see you grow into the person you deserve to be. Enjoy being 18 and I love you so so much, continue to make me so so proud!! Go and be the most amazing vet I’ll ever know!(and marry a football player!) @burreauxinfinity

(I’m not happy with how some of it turned out but had to do this for the bday girl🩷 yearly tradition ofc!)

ynburrow

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ynburrow heres to 25 years and making that daily post🩷 thank you quinny for making this year the best year of my life. You’ve believed in me through everything and I couldn’t have asked for a better support system through my career and through yours, becoming captain was insane and I’m so so proud of you!! @/jackhughes I’ll see you tonight for shots

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_quinnhughes happy birthday love! Can’t wait to see you tonight and snatch you back from Jamarr

lahjay10_ ay man she was my best friend first, I have rights

ynburrow sorry baby but he’s right

jackhughes 25 for 25?🤭

ynburrow YES! PREGAME AT THE LAKE HOUSE HUGHES! We’ll do the rest at the bar ofc!

joeyb_9 absolutely not, you can’t even handle 25 shots!

ynburrow bold of you to assume I’m doing 25😭 I’ll make jack split it

joeyb_9 that’s the y/n I know

trevorzegras but you’ve done 25 shots before? Literally have video proof

ynburrow TREVOR STFU joe didn’t know that shit!

trevorzegras oh god I’m dead

lahjay10_ yeah you are, good luck man.

trevorzegras thanks I’m going to need it.

maxverstappen happy birthday y/n! Your gift should be arriving in the mail soon!

yourusername omg. Somebody pinch me, is this happening?

landonorris not dreaming bestie! (But I’ll still pinch you)

ynburrow your pinches hurt stay away! You do it way too hard for a normal person☹️

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_quinnhughes birthday dinner for my girl🩷 HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY I love you so much and couldn’t ask for anything better then you. You make my day sm better and know how to keep me in check. Enjoy your big day hun and your present is at home waiting for you!

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edwards73 SIMP ON THE MAIN?? lhughes06 your brother is so down bad.

lhughes_06 that’s nothing new?

ynhughesburrowoh Ethan let’s not forget how when Quinn first brought me over you liked me😭 tripped up the steps trying to flirt with me

edwards73 this is why we have beef y/n/n

ynhughesburrow mhm “beef” he says as he’s currently tanning with me outside and ranting about girl problems

edwatds73 _quinnhughes get your girlfriend man!

_quinnhughes sorry I cant control her🤷‍♀️ enjoy your tan baby

lhughes_06 HAPPY BIRTHDAY SISTER IN LAW! permission to take you out for a few for some birthday shopping??

ynburrow YES PLEASE I need to go to the Lego store and stock up on the new f1 series they have

lhughes_06 looks like I know what I’m purchasing for you! We can build it together and also got you tickets the Vegas f1 race

ynhughesburrow LUKE YOU DIDNT?!! YOU BETTER BE COMING WITH ME

lhughes_06 I am! Have a game in Vegas that week

maxvertappen1 and you’re gonna be sitting in the Red Bull garage y/n!

ynhughesburrow omg this is the best birtbday ever!!😭 you guys are the best thank you so much.

_quinnhughes and ynhughesburrow

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_quinnhughes here’s to forever with you my love! Thank you for coming into my life and making it better🩷. I’m still glad Luke dragged me to that red wings game that day or we wouldn’t have crossed paths. Can’t wait to start our own family and have one like mine. (It has to be three boys)

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ynhughesburrow I’m actually sobbing, I love you so much😭🩷 my lifeline I swear, thank you for coming into my life baby. It’s been better with you and I can’t imagine bullying my brother with anybody else🫶🏻 (and I’ll die if I don’t get a daughter q)

_quinnhughes I love you so much more, seriously thank you for everything you’ve done for me. (Fine one girl three boys)

ynhughesburrow you better learn how to get pregnant if you think I’m pushing out four kids baby

_quinnhughes don’t worry I know I can convince you

jackhughes god you guys make me sick( DIBS ON HAVING NIC STAY AT OURS DURING VACATIONS, Luke and I need our sister in law time )

lahjay10_ man why do you guys keep stealing my best friend?? Sleepovers are our thing!

ynhughesburrow I get a kick out of these comments😭😭 you guys are so entertaining

jackhughes what if I said you were invited ja’marr?

lahyjay10_ then yes we can have that sleepover then!

_quinnhughes not you guys stealing my wife, go away! I get my time with her now

elblue6 thank you for loving my son y/n! You’ve lit up his world and I couldn’t have asked for a better daughter in law😭🩷 I’m expecting grand babies soon!

_quinnhughes MOM

ynhughesburrow I’m wheezing 😭 but yes soon momma el! Have to create our own hockey family (or football considering who the uncles are)

joeyb_9 oh the kids will be interested in football! I’m babysitting them a lot!

lhughes_06 Quinn save them now. We need the Hughes hockey legacy to continue

ynhughesburrow the kids will have control over their own futures! If they want to play either or they can and if they don’t they don’t have to. But I do hope one of them joins f1👀

joeyb_9 yes ma’am!

lahjay10_ yes ma’am!

lhughes_06 understood!

landonorris if you bring him around when you do have we can convince him bestie!

ynhughesburrow IM ALREADY LOOKING AT FLIGHTS

#quinn hughes #luke hughes #jack hughes #hockey #trevor zegras #umich boys #dylan duke #best friends #instagram fics #instagram edits #insta edit #quinn hughes x !burrow reader

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wqxianwriting · 1 year ago

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how to make a golden retriever happy.

SLIGHTLY proofread | f!reader | poly relationship with nick & charlie though reader isn’t dating charlie | pretty damn long i got ahead of myself, sorry :,) | they’re so cute but im so bad at details fr | lunch date, walks, stargazing w fireflies & movie night! (you got headbands to wear… guess what movie charlie is having y’all watch rn) | what is stargazing | author questioning what color sonic’s eyes are | theres some crying at the end and a mention of breaking up but its just those negative thoughts actin up, theyre all okay :) | angst/comfort? | not many kisses unfortunately but THERE ARE SOME, like three scenes… two? | there is cussing, not much | nick & reader flashbacks

#%a/n%#;; first request done! thanks for it, they mean so much to me. i didn’t wanna make it too long but here we are lolol, hope it’s enjoyable though 🥹💜 also ntm on your family details but your mom does appear and she has a “set” personality! no one else appears though so you can imagine the reader’s family how you want, though it is mentioned your mom is married. also note, since reader is a lady she goes to the same school as like, elle darcy tara (and probably imogen too, right?). meant to post this yesterday but i wanted to add some stuff at the end haha, sorry sorry this is a whole ass wattpad book fr, feel like i wrote so much and nothing at the same time. hope you enjoy if you give it a read thought fhdhdj

OH YEAH last thing, the emotions in this story is kind of a whiplash 💀 one minute they’re happy the next theyre kinda sad or bittersweet so- hopefully the pacing doesnt seem bad… BE WARNED. shouldn’t be too crazy. okay thats it this time do enjoy

character(s):

nick & charlie (heartstopper)

elle & tao cameo

reader’s mom omg she’s a sweetheart, charlie’s parents are mentioned/super small cameo, nick’s mom also has a small cameo/is mentioned

darcy, imogen and sahar are very briefly mentioned!

The sweet sound of the school bell rings throughout and the school and every single student sighs in relief of the noise. You glance up at the clock on the wall before looking around the classroom where students are packing up their bags while talking noisily to one another.

You allow yourself to recline in your chair, left arm reaching back to where your backpack dangles off the seat and slide your hands into the side pocket, grabbing your phone.

Nicky Ricky Dicky: I’m alive!

Char: you live! i live too :) wanna walk together today or are you both busy? (gonna pick you up bestie)

Y/N: i’ll meet you outside (ty loveliest)

Char: awesome!!! nick?

Nicky Ricky Dicky: Sorry aha, I need to go home quickly today but I’ll be sure to join tomorrow!

This makes you pout and you can imagine your bestfriend having the same expression because the sad emoji he wrote in the group-chat even makes you sadder.

Char: ☹️

Y/N: don’f worry charlie

Y/N: Don’t*

Nicky Ricky Dicky: Sorry :,)

Char: It’s fine! Do what you have to do… we gonna facetime tonight though?

Char hearts your message ‘don’f worry charlie’.

Nicky Ricky Dicky: No promises but I’ll do my best. 😠❤️

Nicky Ricky Dicky: i gtg now, love you both <3

Y/N: lym! ❤️

Char: love you! ❤️❤️❤️

Y/N: three hearts 🥹

Char: y/n. STOP. come outside before i die

Y/N: omg… such a drama king like okay

You write and yet, you’re quick to jump from your chair and snatch your bag before sliding it on your shoulder. You push in your chair and skip out into the hallways where you see Elle. “Heya, Elle!”

She smiles warmly and waves goodbye to her friends before stepping in sync with you. “Hey there, Miss, didn’t catch your name.” You bump her shoulder and she bumps you back. “What’re you up to?”

“Charlie’s gonna come pick me up, hopefully via bike… mines broke the other day.” You sigh and she gives you a look of pity while trying to bite back a grin. Then she perks up.

“Not Nick?”

You shake your head, rubbing a hand against your temple. “Mm-mm, you ever just get a feeling something is off?”

Elle nods, turning her face away from you and her hands grip onto the handle of her bag that bounces against her legs. “Yeah, just putting it out there… graduation may be on his mind, I know its on mine and it’s been kicking my ass to be honest,” You wrap an arm around her in comfort and she hums in appreciation. “Just all that weird stuff, weird thoughts and anxiety…” Then she pauses, raising a hand and flicking her wrist. “Okay- not weird, but you know.”

That makes you snort, “Yeah, I get’cha… maybe, but we’ve always been open about that kind of stuff, I just don’t understand why it’d be a issue… I mean, we’ve talked about it many times before so it’s kind of odd, I guess?” You and Elle share a look of confusion before shrugging.

“Maybe it’s been having more of an impact y’know? You can speak easily about something when you’re not there yet but… graduation is coming up and everyone is worried about the future. You know how things don’t hit you till it’s happening literally next week or something? Maybe its hitting harder.”

Your heart clenches in pain at those words. She’s not wrong, there is a high chance it’s staring to affect him more… hitting harder than you’d know. You nibble on your bottom lip in concern and furrow your eyebrows,

“Well. If he’s being an idiot and isn’t gonna come to us about it then I’ll beat him up.” You place your hands on your hips, lightly joking to disperse the tense air between the two of you. Of course he isn’t being an idiot but you refuse to let him stress on his own. Elle chokes out a laugh in surprise.

“Oh god, he better run, she’s scary when she’s angry.” One of her hands let go of her bag and she hold her stomach while laughing a bit more. “Wouldn’t that be a sight?”

You scoff, “Like we haven’t argued before.”

“You argue about literal video games.”

“Stop.” You laugh and push at her shoulder. “Oh, and Elle, you know I’m your friend and if you ever need an ear to lend about college talk or need help to get your mind off of it to just relax, you got me.” She stares at you for a few beats before cracking into a grin.

“Thank you, Y/N. You know you got me too.”

Outside the school building you’re quick to spot two familiar figures by the gate. “Yes, he’s here!” Your arms raise in celebration then instantly flop down, “There’s no bike…!”

Elle calls out which makes the two boys stiff in seconds.

“Get your butts over here, Mr. Xu and Mr. Spring!” They awkwardly crane their necks to your direction and simultaneously sigh in relief – probably thinking you were teachers.

“You nearly gave me a heart attack!” Tao exclaims as you and Elle once you’re right infront of the two, gesturing to his heart. Elle is quick to place a hand over his chest – Tao’s cheeks lowkey reddening but you decide not to point it out for his sake – and her eyes widen a bit.

“Tao, your chest is gonna shoot out your chest.”

“See?”

“That is the goal, sire.” You finger gun at him and he smacks your hand away lightly with an exasperated look. It makes you giggle. “Elle is just feeling a little silly today.”

“It’s my agenda.” She grins before engulfing Charlie into a hug and he squeaks in surprise before squeezing her back. “Hello, Charlie!”

“Are you sure your heart isn’t pounding because you’ve gotten your daily dose of Elle?” You whisper while stepping in line next to Tao, facing your head to your other friends but you can see him tense at the corner of your eye.

He pinches his nose bridge, mumbling and you catch some of the words, suspiciously sounding like him saying he’s gonna fight you. His cheeks bloom a rosy rose so you take the win either way and smugly smirk at him.

“Hi, Elle!” His muffled laugh catches your attention, making you and Tao smile at the interaction before you wrap an arm around the latter, making him eyeroll, of course he does, but he wraps an arm around your shoulder and gives you a light squeeze in response.

“We best be off on our merry way,” You speak up, checking the time as the two friends let go of eachother. “I wanna stop by that new shop that opened a few weeks ago… Is that fine, Char?”

He gives you a thumbs up and Elle speaks, “Let me know how their desserts taste, I’ve been wondering but honestly they don’t look that good so…” She stares at you with a grimace before shrugging.

“Noted~” You say in a singsong voice before wrapping your arms around Charlie. “I’ll call you later, enjoy your afternoon date.” You and Charlie give the couple teasing grins and they take the bait, looking away in shyness but Tao takes the initiative and connects their hands together. It makes you melt.

“Shut up.” He groans, snapping but tone very much unthreatening adding on the fact he’s trying to cover his flustered face with his free hand.

“Yes, yes grumpy old man, we’ll see you later.” You and Charlie waist no time to start down the road with waves.

“Bye!” He shouts.

“I’m not a grumpy old man!” Tao stomps his foot, comedically. Right. How could you make that mistake?

“Bye, Y/N and Charlie!” Elle laughs with a wave and tugs her totally-not-grumpy boyfriend off in the other direction. You watch their hands tighten around eachother, squinting in amusement when Tao’s scowl instantly softens into a lovestruck gaze.

“Ahhh, young love.”

“You’re starting to sound like the old one here.” Charlie snickers, hands coming up to hold onto your forearms that are still bounded around him.

“You wound me, Char.” You squeeze him and he huffs. “I literally think the same when you and Nick are interacting, it’s so,” You make weird noises, fingers wiggling. “Y’know? Very sweet. Very cute, I even have some photos of you latching onto eachother while sleeping. Wanna see-?”

His brain feels like it’s shutting down, lightly smacking your arm when you lift it as to grab your phone. “Stop it.” You could practically see those animated stars swirling around his head and laugh.

You relent and unwrap your arms with a cheeky smile. He glances at you before hiding his face in his hands. “Ughh, whatever. You act like you don’t jump Nick the minute you see him.” Yeah, that’s crazy. You feel your own cheeks flaring up.

“You must be blind.”

“No, no, no. Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Lie!” He exclaims in a joking tone, uncovering his face and poking you in accusation. You lean away, losing your balance and forcing yourself to lean on your tippy toe. Your other foot comes down onto pavement with a stomp and you twirl like you’re dancing. Charlie definitely notices this misstep, doesn’t say anything but you see his shoulders shaking in silence. He’s laughing.

“I never lie?” You pick off the conversation.

“Was that a question?” He tilts his head back at you.

“No?”

He stares at you, eyebrow twitching and you puff out your cheeks like a frog, looking anywhere but in his direction. “You’re awfully cheeky today.”

“How am I being cheeky?” He gives you a look like you’re being ridiculous.

“Charlie Spring is a little cheeky today, my oh my, what have I done to deserve this.” Then you raise your voice in a slight yell, “Ahhh! Who is this?! This isn’t my Charlieeee…!” Your arms reach for the sky.

“You’re an idiot.” He takes the chance and poke you again which makes you yelp. You narrow your eyes. He runs off, you chase.

That was last week. You haven’t seen your boyfriend in a couple of days and it’s concerning. He responds hours late to your messages, doesn’t even respond in your group chat with Charlie, his calls barely last ten minutes and you literally haven’t seen this man in person. Charlie tells you he still shows up at school but his eye-bags are pretty bad.

“Is he avoiding me? I’m confused.” You frown, balled up on Charlie’s bed and feeling very mixed. A little annoyed, a little sad, and alot of worried. Charlie sets down two mugs on his bedside table and sits next to you on the bed. His rests a hand atop of your head and lightly taps it.

“No… I don’t think so. I see him at school and he tries to act normal but even he doesn’t respond to me like that outside of school.” The scowl his face makes has deepened and you’re quick to wrap an arm around his leg in comfort. He lets out a weak smile but it’s quick to fall off his face. “I’m confused too…”

You both stay silent, it’s nearly deafening. “I don’t wanna force him to tell us anything – I mean, he knows he can come to us if he needs it but if he’s really stressed about school maybe we can help give him some space to not think about it. Even if its only for a bit, you know?” Charlie listens to you mumble while tugging at a loose thread on his sweater and nods slowly, eyes lost in thought.

“Should we go somewhere?” He tilts his head back to look at the ceiling before his gaze travels around his room’s walls, hoping to find an inkling of inspection.

“That sounds fine.” The somber feeling in the room lifts a bit when you start to grin. You shift onto your back, raising your right arm in the air and sprawl out your fingers. “We could go out, do something and eat… I kinda wanna stargaze, is that weird?”

He lets out a chuckle, glancing down at you with a teasing glint in his eyes, “Wow, you’re such a romantic, Y/N. I’m shocked.” To which you scoff.

“Well, duh. Who makes all the date plans?”

“Okay, no, that’s because you say we’re bad at planning dates – you refuse us to even be involved.”

“Charlie, Nick brought you to a dog park as a date.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“You both stayed there till nine.”

He full on laughs now, bumping you with his knee and you smack it back in retort. “No judgement though, I would do the same but that was for the whole day! Who stays at a dog park from Eleven to Nine?” He continues to laugh until they turn into giggles.

“Maybe… we’re unique.”

“True that. You didn’t even bring baby Nells, shaking my head.” To put emphasis, you shake your head and your friend has to gasp out for air. “Don’t die, now.”

“Whatever whatever.” He brings his hands to his face and rubs his cheeks in circular motion to calm himself. His face is flushed and he exhales slowly before reaching for his phone. “Do you want your drink?”

You remove your arm from his leg and sit up properly, holding on your hands and he complies, placing the mug between them. “Thank you~” You lean on the wall, flopping your legs onto Charlie’s before crossing them at the ankles – to which he sighs in annoyance and it makes you grin. “What’re you doing?”

“I’m gonna search for places to go that is nearby but not too close… you have a place in mind for stargazing?” He grabs his own mug that is black and littered with yellow stars, how ironic. You nod sleepily, slowly sipping your preferred drink and tap at the cup absentmindedly.

“Yeah, it’s near my house.”

He flicks his eyes towards you for a second.

Then goes back to typing on his phone.

“You mean it is your home.”

“Maybe.”

You smirk, he sighs and you both go back to planning. Nick honestly better be willing to get his ass dragged out of the house by his lovely girlfriend and boyfriend because money is involved and you both would be damned if he just wallows in self despair, alone.

So, that’s what happens, you fill Charlie’s parents in on needing to steal your bestfriend during the weekend and some of the plans involved like a movie night. They agreed to let him stay over for the night but he must call every few hours or atleast text.

Your parents love the boys and were completely down with the idea. Of course you also secretly called Nick’s mum and she had filled you in on a couple things that made you a tad bit more nervous to see your boyfriend.

Seems like your assumption was correct (more like Elle’s). “Lately he’s been talking about colleges, right… he’s planning to go on a trip sometime this month to check them out but he seems stressed, it’s been worrying me. You know though, kids probably don’t want their parents all in their business, haha,” She laughs softly and you can hear running water cut off on her end – probably washing something – “He knows he can come to me so I’m just letting him have his space. It’s lovely you and Charlie want to ease his mind! Glad he’s with and friends with two sweethearts,” This makes your face flare up in embarrassment but your chest puffs with pride.

“Of course, and I know he appreciates you being patient and understanding with him. The thing we don’t wanna do is pressure him… I just hope this can help take his mind off of the stress and you know… relax?” You grimace a bit, tugging at the end of your sleeve as the phone sits between your ear and shoulder.

“I get it, mhm. Thank you, Y/N.” Her voice is still soft but gets even more sincere with a hint of emotion. Had you feeling emotional too.

Saturday is quick to arrive and you stare at your reflection with determination. Brushing down your outfit, you admire your date look a bit more before turning around slowly and snatch your bag off the bed which is filled with random necessities that you may or may not need along with your wallet.

“Alright, Nick Nelson, prepare yourself for the best date you’ll ever be on.” You puff out your cheeks, grab you phone of the charger and exit your room. “I’ll be off, Mother~” You hum once you reach the end of the staircase and spot your Mom on the couch with a paper in hand.

“What is with the formal address?” She chuckles behind her hand, standing up and following you towards the front door. “I’ll see you later tonight with Nick and Charlie, right? Enjoy yourselves.” She smiles, wrapping her arms around your head and you hug her back with a gentle squeeze.

“Oh! Wait.”

She quickly unravels herself from you and speeds down the hall to the kitchen. Your eyes stare down the direction she went for a few seconds before deciding to slip on your shoes.

“Okay, here you go.” You’re standing with the door open by the time she comes back and she gives you a picnic basket. It’s not super big but you have to grab it with two hands. Less from the size, more from the weight.

“Mom. What did you pack in here?” You huff out a laugh, going to open the lid but she stops you.

“No, do not open it. It’s like… a wedding. You can’t see your spouse or it’ll be bad luck!” She speaks with a finger raised and you cock an eyebrow up. Whatever you say, Mom is basically your expression and she seems to notice because she places her hands on her hips with an exasperated look. “Just trust me, I’ve done it before and it was bad luck all day.”

“Mhm, mhm, right.” You nod, half listening and backing up on your porch. She follows, hand on the doorknob with a soft smile and she pinches your cheek with her other hand. “Thanks, I love you.”

“Love you too, honey.” She full on grins now and waves. After your ‘see you later’ promises, you’re quick to dart down the street and across the roads to a nearby park where Charlie said he’d meet you after picking up Nick. It gives you enough time to unload the nice lunch packed for the three of you and hopefully buy some refreshing popsicles or ice creams before they arrive.

Seems like luck is on your side though – maybe your Mom was right – because the minute you finish laying out the huge blanket in a nice shaded area you hear the sound of someone ringing a familiar bell sound. You turn your head so quick it nearly gave you whiplash and your eyes widen at the person walking along the park’s path, pushing a white squared cart decorated with photos of different types of cold treats.

You take your bag and phone, dialing Charlie’s number while speedwalking across the grassy field. It takes two rings before you hear his voice.

“Yes, partner in crime?” His voice comes off as staticky for a moment.

“What the hell are you doin’, your mic is scuffed as hell…”

“I’m walking!” You could imagine the eyeroll Charlie would do and bite your cheek to not laugh.

“Are you with Nick?” You continue to talk but smile in greeting when the ice cream seller stops at you coming over. He says hello and you wave before looking over all the choices on the cart.

“Yes. We’re grabbing drinks right now, you okay?”

“Yeah! I’m at the park, set up the picnic – though the food is still in the basket,” You glance back at your spot and after making sure nothing seems out of the ordinary you look back at the cart. “You remember those ice cream cart things? You want something?”

It’s silent between the two of you as Charlie ponders, in the meantime you point to your desired choice and the guy nods with a smile, opening the ice cream cart before digging around in the pile of cold desserts until he finds the one you want.

“Do they-“ He cuts himself off with a chuckle and you perk up at his voice, “Do they um,” He snorts this time then sighs to calm himself, “The ones with the bubblegum eyes. I wanna try one.”

You laugh a little, thanking the ice cream man as he sets the packaged treat in your hand. “Do you want the sonic one or something?”

“Whatever you spot first or whichever is given. Oh wait- Nick-“ You zone out a bit as he speaks to the blond and point to the blue hedgehog. The ice cream man continues his search. “He said he wants the crybaby ice cream.”

“Oh god.” You sigh in adoration, tilting your head back to the clear blue sky. “Weren’t they, like, terrible the last time we tried them?”

This time you hear Nick’s cheerful voice and he scoffs, “Okay, no. That was because for some weird reason you and Darcy wanted to put warheads into the mix.”

“Thank you,” You say to the nice man, grabbing a ten and a five dollar bill as a tip out of your wallet with a smile. You then put all the treats into your bag along with the wallet, waving the man bye which he returns and goes on his merry way. Your focus goes back to the two boys. “Ah yes, I remember the part where your face went sooo red. Hilarious, I have videos I think.”

He groans in prospect and you hear muffled giggles erupt from Charlie. “Why do you do this to me?”

“What are you talking about?” You tease and he groans again.

Charlie then speaks up, sounding way closer to the phone. “Alright! We’ll see you in two-point-five seconds.” You hum in response and say your goodbyes before hanging up the phone.

You reach the blanket again, flopping on your tush and take the ice creams out, aligning them with precision on top of the picnic basket. Charlie doesn’t disappoint because not two minutes later you see two familiar figures walking down the park path, one of them pointing towards your general direction and ditching the path to the grass.

You could feel your heart pound from… nervousness or excitement? Maybe both and it makes you grin, waving at the two. They get closer and Charlie waves awkwardly with a hand that has a drink in it, to which you notice his other hand also had a drink… and one of Nick’s. The blond’s other hand is carrying headbands of some sort and a bag is hanging off his arm.

“Char told me to get these while we were in the grocery store.” Nick speaks first when they get to you, he lifts the hand with headbands. “I decided not to question it.” You raise your hands and he carefully sets the accessories in them. Ah. Barbie headbands.

“Charlie…” Your brows pinch in amusement but also bewilderment. “What have you decided?”

He chuckles mysteriously, lifting a foot off the ground to point at your hand. “Put those down and take your drink, please. My hands are freezing.”

“Oops.” You comply and take the cup. The two eventual settle down with Nick in the middle and you quietly take a nice sip of the beverages. “Thank you.”

The boys nod and you glance at Nick, noticing the shadows of bags under his eyes. It makes you frown for a second, “So, what am I doing here on this lovely day.” Before you could inquire, Nick speaks up first, eyes shutting in contentment and a pretty smile adoring his face.

You lean back on the palm of your hand, eyeing Charlie and he meets your gaze. “Can we not want to hang out with the one and only, Mr. Nick Nelson?” You speak with a teasing tone, leaning into his side. His smile goes wider and he opens his eyes to meet yours.

“You make me sound like some big shot.”

Your eyes narrow.

“Well it was hard to reach you… so…” His gaze falters along with his smile, nervously tapping the top of his cup. “Not to pressure you, you know that but Charlie and I will always be there to listen if you need it.” You poke his arm gently and you spot Charlie’s hand sliding into Nick’s.

“Yeah.” Charlie nods, squeezing their hands, “But if not, that’s fine too. Y/N and I wanted to just, relax with you. Spend some time together.”

That makes Nick let out a shaky laugh and a wobbly smile. “Thanks.” He pauses. “Really. It’s just been, crazy?” He nibbles at his bottom lip before sighing and flops on his back, leaving his cup between his crossed legs and dragging the two of you down with him – which makes you all share a laugh.

Charlie rests against his boyfriend’s chest – facing his direction and you flip onto your stomach to play with both of their soft locks. “What has?” You ask softly.

He’s silent for a bit, tapping his fingers on your back with his free hand. “I’m not sure, school? Life? …Me? There’s no exact reason, everything just seems to be crashing down in my brain and it’s annoying to say the least.” He sighs heavily, “I’m probably just having that kind of month where everything is just feels like alot.” He frowns and you move the hand in his hair down under his chin, gently squeezing his cheeks and he chuckles.

“That’s perfectly fine, it happens.” You move the hand to trail up the left side of his face and place your palm over his forehead like you’re checking his temperature and it makes Charlie join in, prodding at Nick’s neck gently.

“There’s a lot going through your life right now, perfectly understandable why it feels overwhelming and such. Thank you for talking to us about it.” Charlie speaks softly.

“Of course. I don’t,” Nick pauses, opening his eyes with a flash of worry, “I don’t want it to feel like I’m shutting you both out or anything, or if it feels like you’ve done something wrong. I feel less weird thinking I’m overreacting, haha…” The laugh comes off flat but from the reassuring smiles from his lovers, he feels at ease.

“You’re not.”

“Nuh-uh.” You and Charlie speak simultaneously, denying such thoughts. It makes Nick laugh which sounds less forceful.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to talk about everything right now since I don’t even think I’m done… accessing everything but really, thank you. You both are my anchors.” If you didn’t tear up from that, your heart definitely did. Charlie gets up off Nick, letting go of the blond’s hand and tilts his head back with his hands over his face.

“Same, Charlie.” You cover your own face and lay flat against the blanket.

“I…” Nick trails off with another laugh and he sits back up which catches both of your attention. “Can we eat though, I’m getting a little hungry.” He gives a shy smile and you also sit up.

“Oh shit, what if the ice cream melted?!” This realization has the three of you shooting towards the basket, grabbing the packaged delights and simultaneously sigh in relief. They’re not melted… yet.

“Should we just eat these first and then eat the actual lunch next?” Charlie bites back a laugh, already opening up the plastic and pulling out the bubblegum eye Sonic, wasting no time to put it in his mouth with wide adorning eyes.

You and Nick watch him in amusement before opening your own. “I wanted this lime popsicle they usually sell but there were none.” You sigh before eyeing Nick’s container of airhead ice cream. He opens the top and it reveals the swirls of… red? Or pink and green.

“That’s funny, we saw those while we were at the store. There were these coconut flavors too.” Nick reminisces, plucking the taped but wrapped in it’s own plastic wooden spoon off the side of the ice cream container.

Charlie hums before looking down at the bitten into Sonic, “Why does Sonic have green eyes? Are they actually green?”

You all stay silent.

“I thought they were black or brown?” You speak in confusion.

“Right? Even blue….” Charlie tilts his head.

“Technically all of those are correct though they turn red as well… It’s the different franchises, I guess?” Nick furrows his brows in thought, scooping into his sour treat after freeing the wooden stick and eats away, wincing here and there. You watch with amusement.

The lunch date you can say with absolute certainty was very successful. You all catch up on things that have been going on and different shows you’ve been watching. Sharing ice cream, stuffing yourselves full with your Mom’s cooking – there was even a drink war? All you knew was one minute you were nearly done with your beverage and the next it’s being tossed in Nick’s direction as you try and run away from Charlie’s retort from you getting him seconds before. Ah, can’t forget the classic kisses shared under one of the many trees at the park and the newest photos stored in your ‘Nick & Char ❤️’ album, like the picture of Charlie ‘painting’ Nick’s face with whip cream. Where the fuck did you get whip cream from? Ask your mother.

Around the time you were all packing up, a teenager around your age ran up with their four other friends and inform you there is a nice walking trail – pointing towards the area where the park path splits, one continuing into a circle around the whole field and the other going into an area with rows of trees.

“Y’think we’ll get jumpscared? Like a haunted path or something.” You joked.

“They said there’s a nice stream down the path.” Nick smirks at your joking, placing a hand on your head and you puff out your cheeks, feeling them heat up a bit.

“Ah yes, you can take a nice swim in it when I push you in there, Y/N.” Charlie hums, quick to dart his eyes away when you flip your head in his direction.

“You’re so evil to me?” You watch him with wild eyes, mouth agape and he laughs.

“Do you think we’ll actually able to get in?” Nick ponders and you flip the wild gaze to him now.

“With us three, I’m sure we can pull it off.” Charlie responds with a menacing grin, mischief all up in his eyes and you’re playing ping pong with your eyes, flitting back and forth between them.

“I’m gonna be arrested today, huh…” Your boyfriend and bestfriend just giggle like evil people.

In the end, you three didn’t get in the stream’s water but there were some fishes so you decided to feel them the crust that Charlie didn’t eat from his sandwich and take some more photos. Nick had picked Charlie up bridal-style, getting dangerously close to the water and you record it all.

“Don’t drop me!” Charlie tightens his hold around Nick, fear and excitement in his tone.

“This takes me back to the beach…” Nick ignores his boyfriend’s pleas and spins around carefully.

“Do not reminisce while I’m in your arms, please and thank you?!” He exclaims and it makes you full on laugh, an arm over your stomach while watching the whole exchange happen.

It’s not long before it turns from afternoon to evening, you three return back from the area with Nick and Charlie debating on if they saw a deer or not. Charlie saying it was definitely there and Nick saying it wasn’t there.

“Carl Grimes flashbacks…” You hum and Charlie puts you in a headlock.

“Do not. I will cry right here.” He pouts and pulls at your cheeks, ignoring your protests. Nick watches with a soft gleam in his eyes, rocking the picnic basket back and forth with a hand.

You all walk down the sidewalk side by side once Charlie lets you go, talking about random things before Nick realizes the direction you’re going.

“Are we dropping Y/N off?” He frowns.

It catches you and Charlie off guard. “What? What makes you think that?” You raise an eyebrow. Nick points ahead and your house in slowly coming up in view. Ah.

“Ah.” Charlie speaks your thought and you both share a laugh. “No, we’re not dropping her off.” Charlie stretches his arms with a grunt before eyeing the bag strapped around Nick. “You brought pajamas and clothes for tomorrow, right?”

Nick nods, pursing his lips. “Still confused about that.”

You scoff in amusement and place a hand on your forehead with an endearing smile. “Nick…”

“Don’t worry, you’ll understand soon.” Charlie gives him a thumbs up, paired with a wink before darting ahead of the two of you. Nick flicks his gaze to you in question but you put on an act and shrug.

“What he said,” You pause for a moment, eyes burning into Nick’s, “Do you like stargazing?”

He moves closer to you, closing the gap and tugs your hand in his. The question makes him look up at the sky for a moment. “Mmm. Never tried it before? What counts as stargazing? I’ve… been in the car on trips and looked out the window…?” You give him a perplexed look which he returns.

“Alright, well-“ You chuckle, “That can… technically count? I guess? Just… Yeah.” You give up midway, tugging Nick along when you get closer to the front of your house where Charlie awaits. “You’re on your phone while you’re on a date? Tsk tsk.” You tut your lips in disapproval and Charlie startles.

He rolls his eyes, flipping his phone to the two of you bounding up the steps. “I was texting Saha- oops, hold on-“ He cuts himself off, flipping the phone back around with a nervous smile.

You glance at Nick before moving your hand to cover his eyes with your other hand. He gasps in surprise but doesn’t question it any further, grinning a bit. Facing back to Charlie you mouth the word, ‘Barbie?’ and tilt your head in confusion. He nods.

“You’re silly.” You remove your hand from Nick’s face and flatten your hand, tapping Charlie’s forehead in a chopping motion. He rubs the area with a laugh and you knock on your front door.

“Did you forget your keys?” Nick giggles when you give him a look of shame.

“Maybe.”

Your Mom is quick to open the door, grinning widely. “Welcome back. Hello, Charlie and Nick.” They wave in shyness and she scoots back to let the three of you in. “What’s the plan next, soldier?” She bumps the door closed with her hip and loosely crosses her arms, raising an eyebrow at you specifically.

“Gonna go in the back for about an hour…” You trail off, taking your shoes off in the most complicated way. With your feet, or the heels per-say. When you finish you take the basket from Nick and walk to the kitchen with your mom as the boys finish taking off their own shoes. “To stargaze.” You finally finish when Nick’s ears are out of reach.

She pats you on the back with approval, “Attagirl. How was lunch?”

“It was fun! We spoke a bit, ate and went down a trail.” You bounce your head to the side while listening the activities before pausing. “He seems more… energized?” Your lips purse.

“Was that a question?” She leans against the counter, one arm coming out of the self-hug and she combs her hand through your hair. You give her an awkward look and she breathes out a laugh. Tapping the crown of your forehead, she moves away to the fridge with a soft smile. “Well, if he seems to be uplifted,” She eyes you before taking out three water bottles. “That’s great news, no?” Then sets them infront of you on counter.

“You’re right but… I don’t know. I just feel like I can do more,” You huff. “But that’s dumb because of course I can’t, this has to be something Nick figures out and all I can do is support him.”

“Honey, that is doing more for him. Supporting him is the biggest help you can five someone, along with what you’re already doing. Taking him out, letting him have space to clear his mind and being a safe net. Same thing with Charlie, no?“ Her hands latch onto your shoulders and give the muscles a gentle squeeze. “I know it feels like you want to do so much more but, there’s only so much.” You tilt your head back and look up at her with a half-smile before relenting.

“You’re right.”

“A mother is always right.” She lets go and moves towards the stove, giving you a smug side eye… which you return with an unamused eyeroll.

“Yes, yes. My mother is always right. Sometimes.”

“About ninety-nine percent.”

“Ninety-five…” You lift an eyebrow and give her pointed look. She has a spoon in her hand when she looks over you and points it to her chin in thought, it’s just a bit though.

“Ninety-seven. Take it or leave it.”

You scoff in amusement before scooping up the bottles, “Whatever you say, ma’am. We’ll be outside.” She hums in understanding and you exit out the kitchen, walking into the dining room before reaching the living room where the duo waits.

“Pleasure for you to join us.” Charlie smirks and takes two of the bottles from your arms with a nod of thanks.

“Be welcomed.” Nick muses with a grin and cracks open the bottle, taking a quick refreshing sip.

“What is this speech? I hate it.” Your face scrunches up in disgust before gesturing to the sliding glass door. “Shall we?”

“Look who’s doing it now…” Charlie stares at you cheekily. You give him the finger, he returns it.

There are slides in a shoe rack near the door and you three take a pair before stepping out. Nick’s eyes widen in wonder. Your backyard has a big blanket – similar to the one from the picnic – sitting in the middle of the area that has a plot of grass and lanterns that hang off metal rods sit nicely around in the grass that have curves at the end, doing nicely as handles. What surprises you are the little bugs that fly and flicker with a yellow-green gleam in the air.

“Since when do we get fireflies?” You speak first.

“Since forever, Y/N.” Charlie poked your back and you jump, flipping around to get him back but he’s already slipped behind Nick.

“You little…”

“Ah, ah ah, you have to be nice to me.”

“Says who?” He’s being ridiculous.

“Says me. Your bestfriend.” He peaks around Nick’s side – who, mind you, is still focusing on the backyard’s look – with a teasing grin.

“I’mma beat you up.”

“No!” He lets out a laugh when you lunge towards him, twirling out of your reach and running around with you flailing behind.

It felt special to Nick. The orange-red sky turning into it’s pitch dark blue color, stars twinkling down on you three with a full moon bright. His eyes are stuck on his two partners, the fireflies swirling around them out of disturbance but still they still decorate the backyard with green-yellow hues, not ready to leave. He remembers this conversation you had in this backyard a year ago…

“Do you think fireflies come around this area?” You were sitting on a bean bag, legs tucked beneath yourself and were practically sunken into the ‘seat.’ Charlie had insisted you to put it on the concrete side of the backyard so you did and now your face is hidden behind Nick’s switch in your hands.

Speaking of who, Nick is currently soaked wet, wringing out the ends of his shirt and Charlie wraps himself up in a towel. It’s late night, pitch dark but they wanted to play with water balloons and your Mom happened to be out of the house to pick up dinner.

“Maybe…” He leans back to look at the sky. “Why? Do you like fireflies or something?” He looks back down at you. The question has you silent for a couple of beats before you set down the console. He watches you with an amused twinkle in his gaze, puffing out his chest in pride at seeing you in his sweater. Charlie had been wearing it earlier and you both traded before they brought out the balloons.

“I mean, I have never seen any so, maybe, maybe not.” You shrug, unfolding your legs and stretching them out with a groan. Your socked feet slap down against the concrete and you sit up a bit. “Don’t you think they’re kinda special though? My Mom said it’s like they’re glowing up your night, dancing around you and stuff.” You eye the floor. “Appearing on specials occasions like they know,” You lean back into the seat with a sigh, “Said that’s how she got married. Isn’t that crazy?”

Charlie purses his lips, tilting his head to the side before smiling, “Sounds magical. They’re the ‘true love’ bugs.” His smile widens into a grin.

“Exactly!” You snap your fingers with a nod, bumping your heel against the stone pavement.

“I’m sure they do appear out here though, don’t they come out at Midnight?” Charlie shivers while speaking, hugging the towel around himself tighter. You sympathize with a playful grin.

“Maybe. But well, you boys should get inside and warm up. We’ll try next time.”

“Nick! Are you gonna come and lay down?” He snaps out of his head, eyes darting to you and Charlie lying on the blanket though Charlie is trying to tap out from a leg lock you have him in.

He snorts in surprise, not missing a beat and closing the distance. “How the hell did this happen?”

“Nick! Help me~” Charlie wails before pinching your thigh, making you yelp and quickly let go.

“That is cheating!” You exclaim, rubbing your leg with a wince.

“All’s fair in war.” He snickers, reaching a hand out to Nick who takes it and sits down between you two.

It’s a nice silence between the three of you, you’re not sure who laid down first but you eventually followed. Nick has his arms wrapped around the two of you and you’ve glanced up at his face which shows contentment. You even met his gaze while peeking and it caught you off guard with how much his brown orbs were filled with much love and affection.

You reach a hand out towards Charlie and tussle at curls, making him whine in protest but lets you continue anyway. “I’m not good with constellations so you’re not gonna be getting that during this stargaze adventure.” You mumble against Nick with a laugh and it makes the other two chuckle.

“Nah, that’s alright… I’m happy with this…” You and Charlie freeze at how soft Nick’s voice sounds. Serene. Content. More than happy but not quite ecstatic. Filled with much love directed towards the two of you and it has your heart pounding.

You sit up on your elbow, making Nick’s arm slip off of you and he eyes you with suspicion. “Actually…” This would be way more comfortable on your knees so you sit up, tuck your calves beneath you and cuff Charlie’s face into your hands. It’s nearly laugh worthy of how quick his face turns a deep red and how you felt it happen under your touch.

You lean forward, careful not to face-plant into him – that would be awkward… and painful – pressing your lips against him. You both move into a soft but passionate rhythm. Your thumb brushes against his dusted cheeks, pressing hard against his lips one final time before moving back with a dazed grin.

He returns it, chuckling shyly before meeting Charlie’s intense gaze. You choke back a laugh with the swiftness of your friend sliding up a bit, hand softly cupping the side of Nick’s face and sharing their own kiss. Also very slow, and passionate. Your tilt your head up towards your house, eyeing the sliding door and sigh in relief to not see your Mom near it. By the time your gaze returns you’re meeting with the two boys staring at you with flushed faces.

“Oh my god, you’re so red.” You laugh.

“Shut up?” Charlie hands an arm over his face, probably burning up a bit more from the teasing.

The fireflies have died down, some still hanging around but you notice most are gone and a smile tugs at your lips. “Wanna go inside now?”

Charlie removes his arm with a sharp inhale and the two nod. “Do you need to bring the blanket in?” He points to the cloth when you all stand and you’re quick to shake your head.

“Nah. I’ll grab and wash it tomorrow,” You stretch your limbs, hearing some pop. “I need new bones…”

Nick sticks his tongue out in playful disgust, “That sounds horrific.”

“Wouldn’t that be crazy though? If we needed to trade in new bones when we’re old and seniors.”

“Y/N.” Charlie’s eyebrows bend and he grimaces, “Why do you come up with the most freaky scenarios.” It’s not a question.

“Yeah, like the apocalypse one from before.” Nick pitches in with a frown that falters into a smile.

You all step into the living room after you’re done turning off the lanterns and have grabbed your bottles, “Because my brain is so amazing that I just think of things you would never think of.” You make a gesture to your brain before wiggling your fingers like you’ve done a magic trick.

“Or so you say…” Charlie glances somewhere else before meeting your eyes, “Less would never think of more, shouldn’t think of.” He flicks his hand towards you, thumb and index finger out in a finger gun.

“Hey, these could be real life events soon to happen.”

“Yeah the bones theory would happen when we all become immortal.” He chuckles and you roll your eyes.

Then boom, jumpscare. Your Mom appears just as you’re settling on the couch. A screech leaves all of your mouths and she stares in shock with mild confusion and amusement.

“Hello to you three, too.” She giggles, walking over to the glass door, tugging the lock between the handle down and pulls the thick curtains down. “Enjoy stargazing?” She turns back around with a soft smile.

You three shift your gazes away. Apparently it wasn’t just you that still had the intimate moment in the back of your brain, huh? “Yeah, thanks Mom.”

If she noticed the slight awkwardness building up, she doesn’t mention it nor show it and instead clasps her hands together, “That’s wonderful! Dinner is finished so feel free to grab whatever you want. I’ll be upstairs if you need me.” She fills you in on her own plan for the night which is pretty much staying in her room so you all have your own time. She then tilts her head, eyes spacing out until she perks up, “And then there’s brownies that are baking, should be finished soon. I set a timer so when you hear it please take it our for me, Y/N.”

You nod before frowning, “Why does it have to be me?” Apparently she didn’t understand from the confusion crossing her face. You then point to Charlie and Nick.

Charlie looks offended, “We are a guest?” but his tone is light.

“You practically live here? Your clothes are in my closet, mind you.” Nick and your Mom choke out a laugh while Charlie flares up, flustered.

“Nick’s are too?!”

“Which is why I included him in my pointing?!”

Two people are bickering, two people laughing at the scene. It doesn’t take long for you Mom to calm you both down, “It doesn’t matter who, it doesn’t matter if it’s all three of you. Please just don’t let them burn.” She chuckles a bit more before rubbing her hand against her collarbone to calm herself, “Have a great time. I’ll be in my room.” You all wave her ‘goodnight’ and she retreats upstairs.

You three share a silence. Then Nick speaks,

“…So what exactly are we doing? It seems you both are full of surprises today,” He wears a teasing look which makes you and Charlie look away.

“Don’t worry about it, mister. You enjoy the ride.” You talk first before nudging Charlie with your leg. “You put the movie on, I’ll go make our plates and...” You eye Nick for a moment not knowing what he should do.

“Nick, I put the backpack in Y/N’s room, could you go get it while we set up? Oh! The headbands too.” Charlie pitches in and grins at the mention of the headbands. You and Nick blink at him before standing up to dart down your own paths.

While you’re making the plates the oven timer does go off. You take a toothpick from one of the drawers, flick on the oven light, open the oven – making you flinch back from the heat – then poke the dark chocolate fudge goodness. It has baked all the way so you grab oven mitts and drag the pan of brownies out of it’s cooker, sets it on the stove and flick turn the oven off.

After making sure everything was set in the kitchen you grab two plates and exit the kitchen, back into the living room where the movie is paused on the TV right before it begins. Charlie stands up and helps grab the two plates, letting you dart back into the kitchen again for the last one just in time for Nick to return.

“Do you want drinks? We got juices, sodas, water, you name it.” You peak your head out behind the dining room wall and the two boys pause midway in putting on the barbie headbands. You bite your lip to hold back a laugh.

“Do you have that tropical mix?” Nick speaks and you nod, he points at you in affirmation of the drink then finishes adjusting the plastic accessory around his hair.

“Root beer, please.” Charlie speaks next before his eyes shine open and wide, “Do you think we can have floats…”

Your eyebrows perk up, “I think we have vanilla? But you’re not getting that till the brownies cool down.”

“Oh, they’re out? Thank Barbie.” He holds his hands up in a prayer.

You stare at him, very much unamused and he gives you a cheeky grin.

“I’ll have tropical juice for now then.”

With a thumbs up you return to the kitchen once more, grabbing three tall glass cups from the cabinet and grab the carton juice out the fridge. You fill up two cups before staring at your own. After deciding your choice of drink, you put everything away and startle while turning around and seeing Nick in the doorway.

“Sorry,” He smiles apologetically, walking up to you and grabbing the cups filled with juice that is his and Charlie’s. He catches you off guard once again, planting a soft kiss on your cheek before bounding off to the living room again.

“What the fuck.” You stand in oblivion, feeling your face heat up. You decide you won’t unpack that tonight, flicking off the kitchen light and rejoining your movie mates.

Nick and Charlie had switched spots to where the blond was in the middle like he had been all day and your boyfriend pats the free spot next to him. You comply, setting your cup on the table while sitting and you lean into Nick with a soft smile.

“You forgot this, kind ma’am.” Charlie grabs the plastic pink band and you lean forward. He puts it on carefully and leans back with a self-satisfied expression, grabbing the remote with a quite cheer. “Are we ready for the best movie night ever?”

You and Nick watch him with amusement, “Yes, Charles, we are.”

“Not Charles, I will fight you.” He shivers at the name.

“You call me Nicholas?” Nick speaks. It makes you laugh.

“It’s your real name.” He grins.

“Is Charles not your real name, Char?” You lift an eyebrow and he rolls his eyes, still wearing the grin.

“No, it is ‘Charlie “Char” Spring’.”

You let out an insufferable sigh.

“Y’know, Y/N has called me ‘Luke’ before.” Nick leans his head back with a scoff. This makes you have a full on belly laugh which makes Charlie react the same way. “Yes, yes laugh it away.” He sighs like he’s in pain.

It takes five minutes to calm down. You wipe a precious tear away, “It was on call too and he hung up. Would not answer for like, an hour.” You inhale deeply at the memory before laughing again.

“Should we start calling him Luke as a nickname?”

“Please, please don’t.” Nick squeezes the arm wrapped around Charlie’s waist with a pleading look.

“Awwe you can’t do that.” He pouts, reaching up to pinch Nick’s face.

“Dho wha?” He sounds funny with Charlie tugging at his face.

“The puppy eyed look. The doe eyes.” You bat your eyelashes at Nick when he eyes you from the corner of his eyes before rolling them.

“We’ve gone all dahy withosut this, nowh yuu wanna shtart?” Now he’s the one doing the insufferable sighing.

“It’s a daily mission.” Charlie nods, a serious expression crossing his looks – putting on an act. He then lets go and grabs the remote again, “Movie time!”

“Movie time!” You cheer afterwards.

You three are silent for a bit as the movie plays, you and Charlie cuddling into Nick. He plants soft kisses down your face and you flush a bit. Then he moves to Charlie, repeating the action, who giggles quietly and eyes Nick with a shy look. It makes you laugh under your breath and Charlie doesn’t miss it, pointing to you with a brow raised and expression saying, ‘Don’t laugh at me when you’re acting the same.’ You look away.

“Hey,” Nick suddenly speaks up and the two of you look over. “Thanks for today. It really helped calm me down…” He continues to train his eyes on the TV but his ears burn from you and Charlie giving him your undivided attention. “And reassured me about a few things…” He purses his lips.

“Reassured?” Charlie asks quietly, as if afraid to make Nick snap his mouth shut and not speak again.

Nick sucks in a breath and you shiver from his fingers crawling up your arm. You watch Charlie lift his own hand and hold the arm wrapped around him.

“Yeah. Since everything felt like it was crashing down, I don’t know. It kinda made me feel… negative? About certain stuff. Between us. Not that I’m not happy, I’m more than thankful to be with you two but just like, how you both felt towards me…” His pursed lips flatten and your brows bend at the way his eyes dim.

“Breaking up with me for example because maybe you felt neglected or such. It made me so scared to think about I stopped responding to both of your messages most of the time and barely wanted to call because you know, what if one day you just went, ‘Yeah I don’t think we should be together,’ such and such.” You both stay quiet to let him speak his mind and you hate that he ever thought such things.

When Nick stays silent you take a sharp inhale, meeting eyes with Charlie’s glossed ones. The sight breaks your heart. “Nick…” You start off carefully and he looks over to you with so much exhaust. Slowly, you cuff his face – the same way you did outside – brushing your thumbs against him cheeks. Your right hand moves down, playfully you press your thumb against his bottom lip and smile gently.

“I’m sorry that you ever felt that way. It’s far from the truth, sweetheart.” He lets out an airy chuckle and you watch with adoration. “Y’know brains come up with the craziest scenarios when you’re stressed and it’s annoying, and stupid.” You huff, left hand moving against his cheek and he leans into the touch. Your thumb and index finger latch onto his ear and you pinch it lightly. “Do you know that, that would never happen unless you came to me asking for such a thing?” You pucker out your lips.

He watches you in a daze before laughing. “Do you know that would never happen?” Then he turns to Charlie with a soft look. “And you, Char?”

Charlie rubs at his reddening eyes and inhales. He then nods, opening his mouth before faltering. You both give him and moment and he closes his eyes in frustration before heaving out a sigh. Concern is evident in both of your expressions but Charlie opens his eyes with a new look of determination, straight at Nick.

He smacks his hands against Nick’s shoulders which makes the latter’s mouth hang open in surprise. “Nick. I love you. A lot. It hurts to know that you were dealing with these emotions, but know I’m not blaming you. How could I? It’s not your fault. Never feel bad for needing to take your time to sort out your own feelings and what’s going on with yourself. We’d never blame you for that because in the end, you know we have you, right?”

Nick nods and you can see his own eyes get glossy as well. Charlie then looks at you, “I love you too, Y/N, don’t tell Tao but you’re my bestfriend.” He chuckles, wiping at his eye again and you wipe at your owns.

“Hey, he can be your guy bestfriend and we wouldn’t have to fight over titles.” You wink, before leaning to Nick and kissing him softly. “I love you both, very much so. I’m glad you were able to talk to us, Nick.”

“Was that your goal today?” He grins in a joking manner, tilting his head in the crook of Charlie’s neck while entangling his fingers with yours.

“Did it work?” Charlie sniffles a bit before laughing. You laugh as well, “This is ridiculous we’re supposed to be watching Barbie and now we’re sobbing.”

“I give up.” You throw your head back, side eyeing the TV.

“Nooo, don’t give up.” Nicks chuckles before sitting upright. “We can still watch… we should probably eat too.” He points to the lonely plates on the table.

“True.” You and Charlie agree. You three take a moment to collect yourselves with a few embarrassed laughs here and there before settling back down.

“What’s in the bag, by the way?” You gesture to the backpack under the coffee table as Charlie rewinds the movie back to the beginning. He glances down.

“Snacks.”

“It’s good.” You hum in approval, taking a bite of your food. The three of you enjoy the movie and dinner, later on making those root beer floats paired with the brownies. Charlie had explained to Nick that he was texting Sahar about the Barbie Movie and she told him she went with Imogen. Apparently, Imogen gives the movie a 2/10 because she messed up her outfit at the theaters.

“That’s terrible.” Nick stares at Charlie in shock but it doesn’t last long with the way his lips curve into a smirk, “That’s not her real rating though, is it?”

“Of course not, she loved it.” Charlie laughs.

You’ve been quiet this whole time but suddenly loll your head to face them. Nick already giving you an exasperated look when you got their attention. “Nick. Your new name in my phone is Ken Nelson.”

#.my writing #heartstopper x reader #heartstopper x f!reader #heartstopper x fem reader #heartstopper x fem!reader #i didnt do my typical ‘small text big text at the end’ its too much writing 💀#i rlly dont fully like this but !! didnt wanna keep it stuck in the drafts #again LOTTS of writing im sorry Jfhfjfke #nick and charlie x f!reader #nick and charlie x fem reader #nick and charlie x fem!reader #technically…#nick nelson x reader #nick nelson x f!reader #nick nelson x fem reader #nick nelson x fem!reader #right?

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doumadono · 1 year ago

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Emergency request

Lately, I've come to the realization that I'm expecting my first child. Regrettably, my boyfriend's reaction hasn't matched my excitement. In fact, it's safe to say he's quite upset with me. He told me I should have been more cautious because he hadn't considered starting a family just yet ☹️

Could I perhaps ask for a scenario where Bakugo reacts to this news initially with resistance, creating an angsty atmosphere, but then gradually comes to understand that he'll do everything to protect both you and the child growing inside you, providing a comforting and reassuring twist to the situation?

A/N: hello, dear Anonnie. I deeply appreciate your trust in me for this request. I've endeavored to craft a narrative that balances the angst and sweetness, and I sincerely hope you find the final result enjoyable. I'm sorry to hear about the challenges you're facing right now. Remember that your excitement about becoming a parent is valid and beautiful. While it may take time for your boyfriend to come around, focus on taking care of yourself and your growing baby ♥ You've got this! If you ever want to discuss it further or need advice, feel free to reach out to me.

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Bakugo's apartment was frequenly a battleground, whether it was due to his relentless training or the fiery arguments that often ensued between the two of you. Tonight, however, was different. It started with a subtle yet significant change in your demeanor, one that Bakugo couldn't ignore.

As you nervously shifted on a couch, Bakugo sensed something was amiss. His sharp crimson eyes narrowed, and his voice carried a hint of irritation. "What's eating you, nerd?" he grumbled, clearly not in the mood for any drama.

You hesitated for a moment, fidgeting with your fingers, your heart pounding in your chest. This wasn't how you'd planned to break the news, but there was no turning back now. "Katsuki, I… I have something to tell you."

His patience was running thin as he snapped, "Quit beating around the damn bush and spit it out, dumbass!"

Taking a deep breath, you finally blurted out, "I'm pregnant."

The silence that followed was deafening. Bakugo's crimson eyes widened, and his normally fierce expression contorted into one of shock and disbelief. "You've got to be kidding me," he chuckled darkly, his voice a dangerous whisper.

Your heart sank as his reaction played out exactly as you'd feared. His anger was palpable, his fury radiating off of him in waves.

"How could you be so careless?" he roared, his palms igniting with sparks of explosions. "I never signed up for this!"

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. "I wasn't careless, Katsuki! You should have been more cautious, that's the fact! I didn't plan for this either."

He stormed away from you, pacing back and forth in his living room. "This is a fucking disaster," he muttered, raking his fingers through his unruly ash blond hair. "I can't believe you've put me in this situation. You're a fucking idiot! Attention whore!"

You watched him, your heart breaking with every second that passed. You knew Bakugo was stubborn, fiercely independent, and had never considered settling down, let alone becoming a father. This wasn't the joyful reaction you had hoped for, and it stung. You hadn't expected him to be overjoyed, but you had hoped for some understanding. Tears rolled down your cheeks, your chin quivered.

Days turned into weeks, and the angsty atmosphere in your shared home didn't dissipate. Bakugo's initial reaction still hung between you like a dark cloud, making it difficult to find common ground. But as time passed, you noticed small changes in his behavior.

He started accompanying you to doctor's appointments, though he grumbled about them every time. He began asking questions about the baby's development, and you could sense a growing curiosity in him. It was as if he was reluctantly accepting the reality of the situation.

One evening, as you sat in your small room in silence, Bakugo cleared his throat awkwardly, peeking inside. "You know, I've been thinking, nerd," he began, his tone noticeably softer than before. "Maybe I reacted like a total idiot back then."

Your heart skipped a beat at the unexpected admission. "Katsuki…?"

He faced you with a conflicted expression. "Damn it," he grumbled. "I can't believe I'm going to be a father. I'm not fucking ready."

It was a fragile moment, a crack in his gruff exterior, and you seized the opportunity. You got up and took a cautious step closer to him, your voice barely above a whisper. "Katsuki, I know this is overwhelming, but we'll figure it out together. We can do this. Together…"

His anger seemed to waver as he looked at you, and for the first time in weeks, his gaze softened. "I don't want you to experience negative emotions, it hurts the baby, as I read."

You smiled through your tears streaming down your cheeks, reaching out to gently touch his arm. "I know you'll protect us, no matter what."

It was a long, tense night filled with more discussions. But gradually, Bakugo started to ask questions, seeking to understand the changes that were coming. He may not have shown it openly, but you could see the determination in his eyes.

As dawn approached, Bakugo finally pulled you into an embrace, his grip surprisingly gentle. "I won't let anything happen to you or our child," he vowed, his voice filled with newfound resolve. "I'll protect you both, no matter what it takes." Suddenly, the man reached out, hesitantly at first, and then placed his hand gently on your already visible baby bump. His touch was warm, his palm tender against your bump.

You looked up at him, your heart swelling with a mix of emotions.

You both stood in silence for a moment, his hand resting on your belly as if feeling for any sign of movement from the growing life inside. Then, with a hint of vulnerability in his eyes, he remarked, looking into your eyes, "I can't believe there's a little person in there."

You smiled, placing your hand on top of his. "It's incredible, isn't it?"

It wasn't a sudden transformation, but a gradual acceptance of the new reality. Bakugo's gruff personality remained, but now it was infused with a fierce determination to be the best partner and father he could be.

As you rested your head on his muscular shoulder, you knew that while the road ahead would be challenging, you and Bakugo would face it together.

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moonjxsung · 1 year ago

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GIRL THE BINNIE THOUGHTS ARE STRONG

Like changbin just gives me the BIGGEST boy best friend vibes..

Sfw side he would go shopping with you, video games with you...yall literally do everything together, late night walks, your shoulder to cry on at wtf o'clock, you'd pull pranks on each other ALL the fucking time, he'd 10/10 always sleep over at your place bc it got too late and he'd take the couch to give you space. But then one night he finds himself in your bed bc "It's comfier" and he just refuses to leave and so do you (it's your before anyway) so now you just have this arrangement of going to sleep in your bed together and no one bats an eye....until the feelings develop

NOW THIS IS UP TO INTERPRETATION

but nsfw binnie would either slowly start getting more touchy and grabbed with you, lingering hands and lingering looks, if yall went clubbing he'd be pulling you closer and chasing other guys away by "mistake"....guess too many guys didn't like him around and thought he was your boyfriend...not his fault though....

NOW I SEE THIS GOING 2 WAYS

1. You get into an argument with him for always cockblocking you and he quips back with "because it should be me fucking you instead"

Or 2. The cliche movie night with your best boy and yall get extra cuddly until he's pulling you into his lap and grabbing your ass and tips while grinding up into you, please touch him he's been waiting so long AAH OKAY CLEARLY THIS IS MY FAVOURITE THOUGHT 🤣 like idk how buff this man is he's the biggest babie but uses his strength against you so much and is so cocky about how dumb you (me) go for him 🤣

Despite being the ultimate lee know stan binnie is my biggest wrecker and I brain rot over him so much

Pic for....brain food? 🤣

OHHHH MY GOSH BESTIE…… I hope you know I LITERALLY just queued this in my requests for a oneshot bc ??? HELLO???? The part about the bed PLEASEEEEE it would start so platonic too!! Like he would be so cute in his little pajamas whining about how “your apartment’s too cold☹️” so he’d make a literal NEST with your pillows and blankets and the two of you would be giggling so hard and it would just become an everyday thing somehow 🥺 and then at some point he showers at your place after the gym and comes out shirtless and you’re like??? 🫣 And he’s SO into teasing you about his muscles “go on, you can touch them if you want…” and even though you guys are still friends at this point- the sexual!! Tension!!!! At some point you start getting jealous of him bringing up random girls when he’s talking and he gets even more teasing about it “aww are you jealous or something? If you wanted me all along you could’ve just said that” but you’re so stubborn and headstrong that’s it’s always “NO I just don’t like her, duh”. And then it snowballs until he’s the one getting jealous… someone getting a little too close to you at the club, someone asking for your number when the two of you are out together. And at some point, you deny him the chance to stay the night because you’re completely set on bringing home someone from the club “Changbin, you can’t really stay the night tonight…” and with a gesture to the sleazy guy you’re all over he gets LIVID at the thought of someone else fucking you in your bed, in the spot he usually occupies. So he makes a scene, in true Changbin fashion, and he’s loud and rude and you’re angry that he’s cockblocking you like this when he’s always bringing up random girls and talking about all of his sexual endeavors?? Cue to crying in a taxi on the way home and yelling at him in your apartment. Where he completely shuts you up with a kiss and fucks the shit out of you in your bed, beside your little collection of plushies and pillows he’s so kindly gathered for you. Railing you into the mattress until you’re a drooly whimpering mess “is this what you want? Why didn’t you say something earlier? God you take me so well, baby, it’s always meant to be us. Now be a good girl and give me another one.”

Anyways. All this is to say I agree and Changbin request lined up. Ty bestie 🤭🫶 ILYYY

#I NEED HIM #ask #request #changbin #skz smut #stray kids #skz #stray kids hard hours #CHANGBIN ONE CHANCE PLEASE #the cockiness would be so hot ugh #the tension leading up to the sex… would be unreal

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larcenywrites · 2 years ago

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i'm so glad your requests are open!!! so, i would like to request a drunken love confession with tony (young or not, you decide) and female reader, they're at a party or something and tony drunkenly says that he loves her, she returns of course, they make love and stay together forever ❤️ unprotected sex since i'm crazy about breeding kink and especially with him, can you blame me?

I had so much trouble deciding between young or older Tony 🥲 I went with older, though! I swear this started off as being at a party, and somehow it morphed into just- finding a sad drunk Tony at his home instead ☹️ but he won't be sad for long! also dw everything I do is unprotected unless I’m asked

Drunken Confessions

Tony Stark x fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ | unprotected p in v | mentions of alcohol/inebriation (No sex under the influence) | afab reader |

Word Count: 6K

A/N: ugh, sorry it took so long! It went through three different plots, young and older Tony, the smut took forever because I couldn't find my usual groove, these last weeks of school are crazy busy, and then somehow it became 6k words 🤧

Parties are fun and all, but not when you attend for the one person that doesn't show up! Not that you disliked your other friends, but they didn't make your chees blush and heart flutter, though the drink just might! And it just might be driving you to his house, too. His absence was far from normal (and always boring), but he hadn't even told anyone, and you knew he wasn't busy. Perhaps it was silly, but love made you do crazy things sometimes (and alcohol). He'd probably do the same thing for you. Besides, who else would check up on him?

You removed your growingly uncomfortable shoes, placing them by the door and wandering the cold wooden floor, much quieter now without the click-clack of those heels. Tony was nowhere in sight, but-

"Mr. Stark is upstairs," the voice of his AI assistant nearly echoed through the dimly lit house, "on the balcony."

"Thank you," you replied a bit awkwardly. You carefully made your way up the stairs, already noticing brighter lights from the hall ahead and reaching the left-open sliding glass door. Stepping out onto the balcony, you quickly noticed the nearby row of lounger chairs, and their single occupant.

He didn't acknowledge your presence, but you wouldn't have made it past the gate without his say-so. You stepped into the space between the two chairs, observing the scenery while you debated on taking a seat. And no, not the scenery of the night sky. Next to him was a nearly empty bottle of bourbon that you were sure was full this morning. Well, it might as well be empty. There probably wasn't even enough to fill a quarter of the lowball glass in his hand, but that wasn't exactly the first thing your eyes took an interest in, nor the most interesting thing here. You tried not to linger too long on the shirtless man before you, only clad in a black pair of sweatpants and a pair of dark sunglasses. This already looked like a much funner scene than the one you just left.

He finally turned, cheek pressed to his shoulder and focus staring straight ahead rather than... up where your eyes were. You couldn't see his eyes, but you could imagine that drunken gaze drifting over you... or probably needing a moment to register that you were actually there. When he finally looked up, his brow furrowed over those tinted rims. "What'd you come here for?"

You had to hold back a laugh behind your pursed-lipped smile at his genuine confusion. That tinted stare followed along as you lowered into the seat next to him, making sure to hold your dress as you went. You relaxed back into the dark cushion before turning to him "I was just," you started with a shrug, keeping your tone quiet as if it would interrupt the serenity he'd built here. You sighed to yourself, deciding to withhold your statement of worry. "I didn't see you at the party tonight," you went with instead, staring into those dark-tinted lenses and unable to get any read on him. Not now that his confusion had faded back into that straight-faced expression and his eyes were still so hidden, but you had to admit that it was easier to stare into those mocha lenses than into those mocha eyes. He finally gave you a teasing smile.

"Did you want to see me?" He asked, tone almost as smooth as always and lopsided grin growing when you momentarily looked away with a shy smile. "It's just not like you to miss out," you evaded his question with your earlier worry, turning back to him with a sympathetic smile and inquisitive eyes that wiped that flirty smile into a discouraged pout.

"Who said I'm missing out?" He sassed, lifting the glass from his chest and tipping it towards you in an up-and-down motion as if to prove his point. You got a little nervous that that dark liquid was about to spill over its glass' rim, but he quickly saved it when he brought it back upright and pressed it to his lips. Well, it was aimed a little too high against his parted lips that were searching for the rim. You kept your smile soft and tried not to laugh at his drunken struggle. Instead, you replied to his rhetorical question. "Drinking alone's no fun."

"Glasses are in the kitchen," he said matter-of-factly, mumbling against the glass and lifting a heavy arm. A pointed finger twirled around a few times before finally directing you to the glass doors behind him. "If it matters that much." He turned back toward the horizon nearly hidden by the night's darkness and flushed out by the warm light flooding through the windows behind you. He finally lowered the glass a little and found its opening, taking a swift sip and resting it on his chest once again. You couldn't help but catch your attention on his lips, watching his tongue lick over them and linger on his bottom lip. His eyes were barely visible now that he was turned away, and sunglasses starting to slide down his nose a bit. They were distant and staring at nothing, far from the usual drunken glaze you were used to seeing, usually lively and crinkled from his playful smile when he toyed with your emotions or full of mischief when he was getting a little rowdy, just as when he wasn't drinking. It was odd to see him like this, and you weren't sure if it was simply the bourbon to blame.

"Have you been here all night?" You asked quietly. A dumb question, admittedly, but as upsetting as the thought of him being here alone all night like this was, you wanted to know. His head flopped rather dramatically onto his shoulder to look at you again. A raised brow seemed to confirm that your question was, in fact, dumb.

"I usually am?" It was almost sarcastic, if not for the return of that innocent confusion. "I live here."

You chuckled, shaking your head at him. "I mean, out here," you emphasized, shrugging your shoulder as if to point at him. You rolled onto your side, glancing back at the bottle sitting next to him on the ground and trying not to look at anything other than the glass resting on his bare chest. "Like this," your voice held gentle concern as you settled back into his undercover stare.

"Are you always this nosey?" That sass came back in full force. "Surely I'm not that interesting." He turned away again, bringing the glass back to his lips. You watched him take another drink, trying not to let your smile fade. It wasn't that you were upset that he was being a bit snappy with you, but rather that he was snappy at all. This wasn't like him, especially not with you, unless something had gone wrong. Or something was eating away at him. Enough to keep him here on what was normally a fun Saturday night where he'd be drinking with you instead of alone. But you weren't sure what position you were in to pry into his personal problems. "Interesting enough for me to be here at one in the morning," you countered him with a smooth attempt at flattering him, but he still wasn't having it. That now nearly empty glass rested on his chest again. "Must have been a lame party."

Those tinted frames taunted you. Pretending to keep up an unbothered state, and hiding those pretty brown eyes that you would much rather be staring into now. He didn't seem to react when you reached out to him, carefully grabbing at the end of one of the lenses resting over his cheek and sliding the pair down his nose. That whiskey gaze was already settled on you with a tired interest, flicking around as if to study the features of your face now that it wasn't so obstructed. You folded the arms in and laid the expensive pair of shades beneath your chair for safekeeping. Maybe it was with the knowledge of his intoxication, but it was suddenly easier to hold his gaze, even when he was staring back. This time your smile was happier, and a tease played on your lips. "Would it be lame to say it wasn't as fun without you?"

A smile finally played at the corner of his mouth, but only for a moment. He quickly looked down as it faded and turned away from you again. "You can't say stuff like that," he said lowly, discouraged almost, staring into his whiskey glass. The leap in your chest at seeing him smile dropped. As much as you wanted to ask, you knew he wouldn't elaborate. Instead you resorted to what anyone would say after causing such a cute face to frown. "I'm sorry."

"No, I-" He jumped at your apology, pausing when he looked at you. He was alert with a sobering panic, searching your eyes for his words. He finally sighed. "I just don't think that means what I..." He trailed off meekly, looking down in defeat and turning back to the glass in his hands, swirling the dark liquor around as if seeing how much was left, or deciding whether or not to finish it off. Something pulled at your heart, but was chasing after it while he was in such a state advantageous? Would you be pushing him somewhere by mistake when he was simply just... drunk?

Would he remember it anyway? Maybe it wouldn't be a bad thing if he didn't.

"What do you want it to mean?" You asked tentatively. He didn't immediately answer, chest rising and falling in a silent sigh. He finished off the last of that liquid courage, hopefully with the intention of putting it to use.

"Maybe I," he started, stopping himself again when he made the mistake of locking eyes, "want it to mean more," he continued with an already defeated tone, glancing down. He never had this much trouble holding attention, even on jittery days. You watched that contemplating pointer finger circle around the glass' rim.

"Maybe I want something more, and-" he started to add, but a heavy sigh stopped him again. "I'm just some drunk asshole on his balcony," he finished with a low rumble instead, saying it as if realizing something disappointing.

"You're not an asshole," you quickly came to his support, but he was always quick with his retorts.

"Not to you," he corrected, tipping the this-time-empty glass at you again. He glanced down with a thoughtful hum and pointed a finger to the sky. The glass tipped in his direction now with his corrective motion. "Usually."

You huffed, admittedly amused but not necessarily happy with his answer. His eyes flicked back up, but not to focus on you. Instead, focusing on the bottom of his glass as if looking in and wondering why it was empty. As much as you would love to keep watching the silly sight, he was in no state for you to be stirring his emotions. You, yourself, were no stranger to it, and it was hard enough to handle sober.

"Okay, maybe that's enough for tonight," you interrupted with an obvious smile in your voice, moving to sit up. You softly rested a hand on his when he grabbed the nearly empty bottle at his side. He didn't argue when you took the glass from his other hand, focused on your touch.

"Well it's all gone anyway, so," he mumbled, slightly tipping the bottle onto its side. As you can imagine, he was proven wrong by the stream of bourbon spilling onto the dark wood of the deck. The puddle it left behind wasn't too big, at least. "I guess there was a little left," he commented apologetically. You wrapped your fingers around the neck of the bottle and carefully pulled it from his hand. He watched as you stood up, looking up at you helplessly.

"Hold on," you said softly before making your way to the door. The lights in the kitchen were dimmed, but brightening them felt like another disturbance of the peace. You set the bottle and its glass companion in the deep sink to be dealt with later. You twisted the faucet until you found the warm water and grabbed a neatly folded rag that was already nearby.

With that partially dampened cloth in hand, you made your way back outside. Tony perked up as soon as you returned, arms now folded over his stomach and legs drawn up. You lowered to your knees and quickly began to wipe up that spilled alcohol.

"You don't have to do that."

"It's fine," you reassured him. "I don't want it to stain."

"I'm sorry," he apologized. "You always fix my fuck-ups."

You chuckled, turning your head. His eyes were wide and atoning. You wanted nothing more than to reach out again. "I promise it's not a big deal," you reassured him again. Your soft smile turned into a sly grin. "Maybe I like fixing your fuck-ups," you said flirtingly, wiping over the damp spot on the floor one more time. He turned away from you with a low whine and a pout. "I told you not to do that."

"Do what, Tony?"

"Act like you love me back," he mumbled sadly.

He didn't see your shy smile until you carefully cupped your hand under his jaw, coaxing him to look at you again. He wasn't budging other than to side-eye you. "What if I do?"

"Then you probably shouldn't." His eyes shifted away again. "You don't deserve me." You were pretty sure you knew what he actually meant, given that self-depreciative attitude and defeated tone, but it had your heart dropping regardless. Within seconds he was facing you with panicked eyes.

"Wait- I didn't mean it like that, like-" he stumbled over his words to correct himself, "you deserve better." You couldn't say you preferred hearing it that way, either. Maybe you shouldn't have led him here in this state after all. "Okay, maybe you should get in bed," you softly suggested, starting to stand from your kneeled position and taking your hand from his face.

"I'm sorry, are you mad?" He had that helpless look on his face again when you looked down at him. "I promise I didn't mean it like that."

"I kno-"

"I swear I really do love you," he reiterated desperately. You giggled, bringing your hand to his cheek and rubbing your thumb over his cheekbone. How does that saying go again? Something like 'a drunk mind tells the heart's truth'? You can never remember, but you were sure he was telling the truth.

"I know," you repeated, this time without being interrupted. "I just think you need to go lay down."

"But you just got here," he practically whimpered. You had to resist the urge to kiss that cute face and its subtle blush barely visible in the dim lighting. "I didn't say I was leaving yet," you cooed. "Come on." You took your hand from his face and offered it for him to take, not knowing if he needed something to hold onto. He seemed to hesitate, staring at your outstretched palm for a few seconds before finally moving. He cautiously took your hand and pivoted your way. With his feet on the ground and his other hand gripping the chair, you patiently watched over him as he stood. He looked down at you once he did, hand still in yours. You swallowed nervously and wrapped your helping hand around his bicep. From there, his slow stumble and your patient guidance finally led the two of you back into the house. As many odd situations as you've gotten yourself into here, you couldn't say that one of them was leading a sulking and inebriated Tony (who was attempting to profess his love while shirtless, at that) into his dimly lit bedroom. And thank god you didn't have to wrestle him up any stairs.

"Is that okay?" He asked it as if he was continuing a conversation that had been going on this whole time. "Is what okay?" You kept your hold on his arm as he sat on the edge of the bed. You could almost sigh in relief, but your heart sped up again when he looked up at you. "That I love you," he mumbled again. "Does that make things weird?" He sounded like he'd already gotten his answer, and that answer had been bad. Even an empathetic smile and your palm returning to his cheek didn't soften that disparagement. "No," you reassured him, "In fact, I think it's sweet." At that, a goofy smile tugged at his lips, and you once again had to resist that kissable face that leaned into your touch. "But I still think you should get some sleep." Tony didn't agree, his eyes shut with a frown and a pitiful whine. "Are you leaving?"

You couldn't help but laugh a little. "Do you want me to stay?"

"Kinda," he admitted shyly. "I kinda want you to sleep with me," he added, still just as innocent. You couldn't hide the humored grin on your face, especially when his brow furrowed and his eyes cracked open. "Wait, not like that, I- like," he stumbled over his thoughts again. "I meant like next to me," he closed his eyes again, confusion still in his expression. "I'm sorry." His head flopped limply against your palm. You let out the giggle you'd been holding in, carefully pressing your lips to his temple as you finally failed at your attempts to not kiss him. When you pulled back, the eyes looking up at you again were perkier.

"Give me a few minutes," you promised, still needing to do something with the damp rag in your other hand, and now you had to figure out how to get out of this dress. You left him hunched over at the edge of the bed, hoping he could figure out the rest on his own (and hopefully wouldn't manage to undress himself while you were gone). Unfortunately, you had to wrestle yourself down those stairs again and back into the kitchen. After washing the rag under the faucet and filling that empty glass with warm water, you quickly made your way back upstairs after flicking off the lights. Actually, you backtracked at that first step, deicing to grab a bottle of water from the fridge to keep on his nightstand.

Luckily it seemed that Tony had figured it out... mostly. He wasn't under the covers, but he was sprawled out, seemingly comfortable enough, on his stomach and with arms around his pillow. You had half a mind to curl up with him had he not been drinking so much. Instead, you quietly made your way into his closet. Surely he wouldn't mind if you swiped that cute pink button-up for the night, and with it being a little long, maybe you could get away without raiding through his dresser. After struggling with the zipper on your back and fumbling with the ivory-colored buttons of his shirt, you decided just that. You neatly hung your dress on the same clothes hanger you'd just stolen from and hooked it over the top of the door. Exhaustion finally caught up to you when you carefully sat on the bed, trying not to disturb your new bedmate as you tucked in next to him.

It wasn't your companion that woke you up, nor the morning sunlight that struggled to find its way through the temporarily tinted windows, but the dryness in your mouth from last night's drinking and the mild headache that was more annoying for its persistence than its pain. Your eyes opened to the sleeping form still on his side of the bed. At some point, he must have finally managed to crawl under the blankets. Tony was turned away from you, this time on his side. You weren't sure if he even knew or remembered that you were here, or maybe that was why he turned away.

Your headache made you realize that you probably should've laid some medicine out for him (and for you), but you couldn't begin to guess where it might be or if he even owned painkillers. You stretched out while taking the opportunity to ogle his strong shoulders and back. As much as you would've liked to stay like this, the dryness in your throat was only worsening the longer you lay around, and you weren't sure that you wanted to deal with the awkwardness that would surely follow once he woke up in bed with you. So, after working up the willpower for another minute, you finally stepped onto the chilly hardwood floor with only some regret. That then became moderate when you found yourself standing at the top of the stairs. With a sigh and your arms crossed over your chest, you again worked up the willpower to descend.

You didn't bother with the switch on the wall when you made your way back into the kitchen, filled with the natural morning light. You knew he wouldn't hear it, but you opened the refrigerator as quietly as you could. There was always a peace here that you hated to interrupt. You took another bottle of water, this time for yourself, and took a few coldly burning sips.

It wasn't long before heavy footfalls echoed from the stairs, and thankfully they sounded much more coordinated than last night. You watched a still half-nude Tony make his way toward you, joggers sitting teasingly low around his hips to add to the attractive sight. You felt better about admiring him now that he wasn't so inebriated. That, and he was too busy rubbing sleep from his eyes to notice your stare. His bottle joined yours on the counter when he approached. You leaned against the cold marble. "Do you feel okay?" You asked quietly, sliding in a little closer. "You sounded like you had a few too many last night," you joked a bit nervously, afraid that was simply all it was or afraid he wouldn't remember at all. He huffed a laugh and thoughtfully glanced away with a small smile. "Yeah," he said quietly. Your heart dropped at the word, unwilling to press further. Tony did a lot of things when he was intoxicated, after all, but being a docile sap was a new one. You could only hope that it wasn't some one-off incident while he was sad and just sort of... got lost. Even when a hand found your arm and so tentatively slid down to your wrist, it took you a few seconds to react. You looked up at him, gaze just as tentative as his touch, and dark eyes just as soft as they searched the somber features of your face, and just as soft as the smile that fluttered your heart.

"But I'm not drunk this time," he said quietly, eyes quickly flicking over your body in that innocent way, simply observing. You smiled back at him in hopeful relief. "Listen, I," he started slowly, eyes searching yours again while he searched for his words, "I meant what I said last night." He swallowed nervously even when your grin grew wider, but even shakey confidence was still confidence. "I love you," he repeated last night's spiel. "Like, actually love you." You laughed a little and shyly looked down, but it must have only made him more antsy.

"Like, 'share my whole life with you', love you," he reiterated, nervously babbling even with the drink out of his system. Perhaps to fill in for your silence and let you know he wasn't playing games for once. It was endearing, but that gaze drifting well below your eyes when you looked back up had less than sweet intentions, just now registering what you were wearing. He gave you a cute head tilt and a signature smug grin when his stare met yours again. That smoother tone and stronger confidence made their return. "Like, 'I could really get used to you in my shirt and no pants', love you." You giggled at the comment. Well, it was mostly romantic. The hand on your wrist finally slid into your hand. You followed along and slid your free one to his cheek. That smug grin softened, and he leaned into your touch with a short sigh.

"I love you, too, Tony," you chimed back. "Like, 'I could get used to sleeping with you', love you," you teased, poking a little fun at his phrasing from last night. He turned into your hand with a huff, but that still shy smile kissed your palm. Your gaze couldn't help but wander down again, along with your hand on his cheek that now settled on his chest. It caught his attention, and his breath. "And I wouldn't mind getting used to this either," you added, biting your grin. Something behind those eyes shifted when you looked up at him, and their up-and-down glance was slower this time. A sly smile barely curled at the corner of his lips. "I was going to take you to dinner first," he started, seductive implication dripping in his tone, "hopefully in that dress you were wearing last night."

"You still can," you sang. Boldly, you slid your hand further, feeling over the firmness behind his abs before twisting your fingers around one of the drawstrings of his pants.

"Oh, I will," he quickly assured you before wrapping an arm around your back to pull you even closer. "But maybe we could skip ahead a little?" Who could resist that charming smirk and voice still deep with sleep? Now you wished you had stayed in bed just to wake up to it, but with the way his fingers dug into your waist and his eyes bore into yours, you were sure you'd get the opportunity again soon. You absentmindedly played with the waistband of his joggers. "What did you have in mind?"

He took his hand from yours and snuck it under that loose-fitting shirt. A warm palm trailed up your waist and hesitated over your ribcage. Your heart sped up when he pressed flush against you, the arm around you retreating to rest a hand on your hip before pinning you, back to the cool marble counter. Your now free hand drifted over his shoulder as he leaned in, and by the time you found the soft curls on the back of his neck, the smile on those plush lips ghosted against yours. "You better not make me go up those stairs again," you warned teasingly. A humored huff barely fanned over your lips before he finally closed that millimeter gap. His lips barely moved against yours, but were far from gentle with the pushing weight behind them. His grip flexed with the deepening tilt of his head, and drifted down when he pulled back with a barely noticeable lick that had your lips parting for more that never came.

Fingers teased and twirled at the lacy panties you were still wearing from your fancier fit from last night. Your nails dug into his abs in anticipation when you felt that well-fitted pair sliding down your thighs. Those soft lips lowered to your neck, skipping straight to teeth and sucking marks into your skin while using the lower angle to push your panties a little further until they could just drop down your legs and to the floor. Hands, somehow even more eager, gripped harshly at your now bare hips, dragging you impossibly close and grinding that obviously growing erection into you. The feeling alone had you gasping a moan and lolling your head to the side, whole body willing to go limp at a moment's notice. Teeth bit punishingly, or perhaps rewardingly, at your better accessible throat.

Your hands, displaced from their hold on his stomach, drifted up his neck and tangled in his dark hair, pulling him closer to encourage more of those wet kisses and harsh nips to your pulse. A hand slid between your thighs as he switched sides. Your leg raised against his to give him more room, and the last hand on your hip drifted to the back of your thigh. A warm palm cupped your mound, and rough fingers all too gently repeated a teasing trail from clit to slit.

One more quick nip to your jaw and those still wetted lips trailed along your cheek, making a b-line for yours. His touch pressed a little harder into your nub, rubbing circles with the help of the slick arousal he'd spread (and caused). There was a ghosting smirk at the corner of your mouth, and you could imagine it growing wider when you abruptly let out a whimperish that had been building with the quick pleasure in your core. Taking refuge in his neck, you tried not to interrupt by squeezing your legs together, focusing on digging your nails into his shoulders instead. The grip on the back of your thigh probably would've stopped you anyway… if the frustrating slowing of his fingers didn't, that is. You could already feel that buildup fading and teetering, but even with the weak way you tried to grind into his hand, you weren't granted any more of that perfect friction.

"What if I carry you up the stairs?" The teasing upturn of his voice was low next to your ear. Somehow he made such a simple question knee-buckling. At least you were well supported between him and the kitchen counter. In fact, you wouldn't mind if he wanted to take you here instead, but perhaps he was too gentlemanly for that… for your first time, at least. You sighed into his neck, unsure whether it was in weak laughter or a frustrated moan. "You might have to," you tease back. The answer was enough for him. Tony abruptly withdrew his hands from you, swiftly shifting to your side with a hand snaking to your back and the other eagerly hooking under your legs. Your arms tightened around his neck at suddenly being lifted, and you made sure to lean into him-- especially when he was stampeding up that dreaded staircase.

With the same eagered energy, you were dropped back-first onto his bed. He dropped with you, still halfway off the bed and only one knee clambering onto the mattress. Hands were drifting under your shirt again and his lips were back on yours in an instant. This time it was rougher, quicker. You could hardly keep up. His lips forced yours apart and his tongue barely poked at your lower lip, but as soon as you dared to tease yours back, he was pulling away. You gulped when he slid his pants to the floor, cock springing out and tip glistening with smeared precum. Instinctively, and with eyes flicking between him and his stroking hand, you started working at the first button of the long-sleeved shirt you wore to fully undress with him. He hummed in thought, affectionately tickling at your waist and looking down at you with a poorly hidden smug grin. "Keep it on," he chimed, "it's cute." With a slight blush, you watched with anticipation as he took his new place between your legs. With a few more strokes, he teased the warm head of his cock around your entrance, playing it over your clit until you were squirming against him and your legs were desperately spreading more. He finally pushed in, leaning over you with an arm at your side. Your hand flew to his arm, the muscles under your palm tense as you both sighed with relief.

Those first thrusts were shallow, both of you feeling each other out, and thick length patiently stretching you out until you could take him further, and without that nagging burn. His perfectly tapered head was already digging right into your g-spot with ease, drawing a moan from you that was as steady and slow as his pace. Eyes closing and mouth agape, your hand rose to twist at the corner of the pillow, and your head rolled almost elegantly to the side. You relaxed into the gentle rock, pulsing tighter around his hard cock as if begging it deeper.

A staggering moan above you accompanied the sudden harshness in his grip. It drifted up your waist and over your wrist as the other left to grip into the sheets right beside you. You didn't even need to think about it when you felt fingers grazing over yours, instantly letting go of your hold on the cushion and letting him intertwine his hand with yours. With the loving handhold came a new angle, bodies pressing closer and cock slipping deeper. He instantly found that extra soft spot so close to your cervix, brushing fleeting twinges of bolting pleasure that were frustratingly far apart with the slow and nearly pull-out pace.

You bit back the moan rising in your chest, but a whimper still tore its way through your throat when he finally bottomed out, grinding into your end with hips rotating against yours. Your lips parted again in a sigh that was quickly interrupted by lips frantically finding the corner of your mouth. You turned to meet him. His tongue was licking at your bottom lip again, and this time with the intention to continue. It tentatively took the opportunity of your already open mouth and slipped against yours, plush lips still working with yours. You once again found those soft curls on his neck, twirling and pulling a few strands around your fingers.

You gasped into his mouth when he suddenly bucked into you with a powerful thrust. Followed by another. And another. His cock dragged deliciously against your g-spot at a sickeningly slow pace, but rammed harshly on its way back in to make up for it, and filled you out so completely. Your nails scratching down the rise and fall of his arching back sputtered his hips with the shiver it sent down his spine, stilling after each deep stroke. He still tasted a bit like that honeyed whiskey from last night, but once again, he denied you another taste. With one more hard kiss, he broke away from you. You tried to chase after the lips trailing over your cheek, but you were too late when they drifted into your neck.

His hips stiffly pistoned faster as he cozied into you for leverage. He was heavy pressed on top of you and heavy inside you, practically pushing you up the bed a little with every thrust. The low groan muffled into your neck and fanning warmly over your pulse was the last little push you needed to finally reach the end of that climbing pleasure, quickly gushing through you and throbbing your walls around that hard cock. He hardly staggered, pumping into you with a haste greedy to keep you cumming so tight around him or with an impatience to join you.

Your fingers threaded through his hair and your legs squirmed around him, and your cried moan was nearly knocked out of you when he pressed you into the mattress, and the hand in yours tightened its grip. One more hard thrust and he stilled, burying deep inside you with a hot throb that spilled hotter cum. Your lips were parted in a silent moan, but Tony's pleased grunts filled in for you. You tensed with another silent gasp when he shallowly fucked in and out of you again, desperately milking more from his orgasm.

Wet kisses decorated your neck as he slowed to a stop again, still pressed as far as you could take him. You felt him finally relax against you, thumb rubbing reassuringly at your hand. Those same kisses making their way to your cheek convinced you to relax into the warmth of the aftermath with him. He carefully pecked your lips, smiling when you reciprocated with more force. Your smile grew with his, breathily giggling when he playfully nibbled your bottom lip and quickly pulled away to press one more kiss next to your nose.

You watched him sit up, resisting the urge to chase after the hand leaving yours. You flinched at the feeling of him slipping out of you, now clenching around nothing and nearly shivering at the dripping mix of cum that followed him out. Tony sat at the edge of the bed, wrapping an arm around your thigh and planting a kiss on your knee. He rested his cheek where his lips had just been, looking down at you expectantly. "Would you like a shower or a bath?"

You laughed. If you were still going out later, a shower might be more productive, but... "I really don't want to stand up," you admitted with a shy grin. With a laugh in his smile, he gave your leg another quick peck.

"Bath it is."

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