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UNMATCHED II.
A/N: soooo you guys were just as horny for a part 2 to this story as i was so here we are, giving in to the temptation. disclaimer, i know their behavior is giving red flag energy but lets just put that aside for the sake of the story now lol
WORD COUNT: 3.8k
WARNING: sexual content, age gap, student-professor relationship
SUMMARY:Â Harry has been trying his best to forget what happened with Y/N, he is set on never making the same mistake, but it seems like fate has different plans for him.
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That skirt. That goddamned skirt. Thatâs gonna be the death of Harry.Â
And also the fact that she went back to that asshole.Â
Sitting in the busy school cafeteria Harry has zoned out of the conversation at the table a long time ago, precisely when he saw Y/N stroll in wearing that short skirt with that dickhead she should have ditched already or better, she shouldnât have even dated him in the first place. But now they are moving in the line with their group of friends and he has his hand on her waist and it keeps inching lower, just a few more inches and his hand could be slipping under her skirâ
âHarry? Hello?âÂ
Stella catches his attention and he is forced to move his focus back to his colleagues at the table.Â
âHuh? Sorry, what did you say?â He clears his throat and keeps his eyes on his half-eaten sandwich in front of him.Â
âWhatâs up with you? You havenât been your usual self lately.â
âJust⌠tired. Iâm behind with my research and have a bunch of papers to grade before winter break.â
âThe joys of being a teacher,â Stella chuckles. âDonât worry, itâll get better with time.â
âReally?â
âNo,â she smirks at him. âBut youâll care less.â
She soon returns to the conversation at the table and Harry finds himself looking for Y/N again. Thereâs no trace of her in the line, but he is quick to spot her at a table across the dining hall, sitting beside Dickhead who has an arm around her neck, keeping her close as he wants everyone to know that they are together.
And it irks Harry way more than it probably should.Â
Itâs been a little over a week since Stellaâs Christmas party and also that very heated and very wrong kiss he shared with Y/N. That weekend was like hell, he kept beating himself over and over about it, cursing himself out for being so stupid and reckless. He still has no idea what came over him that let him make out with a student, but he knew one thing for sure: it couldnât happen again.Â
So when Y/N walked into the classroom before his first lecture early on monday he didnât even let her speak before he got to the point.Â
âIt shouldnât have happened. Iâm so sorry for it, but I canât undo it now. I suggest letâs pretend nothing happened, itâs for the absolute best. No one can know about it and it will never happen again.â
She seemed taken aback by his outburst, but after a bit of hesitation she nodded.
âOkay. Nothing happened. It must have been the wine.â
âYes,â he agreed right away. âWe both drank more than we should have and made a mistake.â
She flinched at his last word, but didnât protest, only nodded, holding her textbooks tighter to her chest. She looked so sad, even disappointed that Harry almost wanted to take back what he just said, but he knew he couldnât.Â
âAre you⌠okay?â he dared to ask, but when she looked at him again, her eyes told nothing.Â
âIâm fine. Iâll see you in class, professor.â
And she was out of the classroom before he could say another word. In class she sat in the back and not even once did she look at him. He knows, because he kept looking at her.Â
Heâs been trying his best to get her out of his head, but with not much luck. Not when all he can think about is how soft her lips felt against his, how insanely good she tasted mixed with the coldness of the night, how amazingly she fit into his palm, the curve of her neck, back, waist and hips⌠and how badly he wants to experience it again even though itâs the worst possible idea.Â
Harry thinks he is going insane. Genuinely.Â
Heâs been burying himself into work, but his focus has been all over the place, so itâs been more like a waste of time. He is one of the last ones in the building today as well. Most professors left a long time ago, but the lights in Harryâs tiny office are still on as he is hunched over a stack of papers. When he has to read over the same line for the twentieth time he drops his pen with a tired groan and leans back in his chair. He takes his glasses off and rubs his eyes roughly, until he is practically seeing stars.Â
âFuck,â he huffs, staring at the papers that are still waiting to be graded. Checking the time on his phone he is surprised to see that itâs already past seven.
He stands from his chair and steps to the window. The campus looks quiet at this time, only a few students are walking towards the dorm thatâs next to the literature departmentâs building. Itâs a wednesday night, the semester ends next week so some lucky students who have no more exams left in the year have already left for the holidays. Harry will be going home right before Christmas, he plans to use those few days of the break to work on his research in peace.Â
From his window he sees part of the parking lot next to the dorm, itâs quite dark there, he almost doesnât notice the figures sitting in the car closest to him, but a few heartbeats later realization hits him.
Itâs Y/N and the dickhead.Â
They are pretty far, but Harry can tell that they are in a heated fight, judging from how Y/N is gesticulating. Obviously he canât hear them, but if he had to guess he would say she is shouting, from what he can see.Â
For a moment he tells him to just ignore the scene, itâs none of anyone elseâs business, let alone his. But when he sees the asshole slap his hands against the wheel several times, making Y/N jump, Harry is moving before he could second guess his actions.Â
He practically sprints down that stairs, already trying to figure out how heâll interject without appearing like a creep, but he forgets all his plans when he is marching towards the parking lot and sees the scene unfold from up close.Â
At some point they must have gotten out of the car, because Harry catches the dickhead getting back into the driving seat, Y/N is crying and tries to stop him from shutting the door, but he swings it with such force that she stumbles forward, holding onto the handle. When Harry sees her almost fall to the asphalt he starts running, just as the car comes to life and he drives away so fast, he almost runs over Y/Nâs feet.Â
âFuck you, Charlie! Fuck you!â She screams after the car, tears streaming down her cheeks.Â
âHey, hey, hey!â Harry rushes over to her, grabs her by her shoulders and turns her away from the direction of the car. âHey, what happened?â
She is gasping for air from the crying as she wraps her arms around her, those beautiful eyes that are usually filled with curiosity are now full of confusion and hurt.Â
âY/N, look at me,â he begs and she hiccups a few times before she finally looks him in the eyes.Â
âH-Harry?â
He ignores how good it feels to hear her call him by his first name again and tries to focus on the situation.
âYeah. Letâs get inside, okay? Itâs freezing cold.â
She nods and lets him steer her towards the building and up to his office. By the time she sits in the old armchair in the corner of his office she has stopped sobbing, but her expression looks just as miserable as before.Â
âIâll make you a tea. Do you like tea?â he asks, stepping over to the tiny side table where he keeps his kettle and tiny tea collection with two mugs. She nods and he is quick to turn on the kettle. He grabs a chamomile filter and drops it into one of the mugs and while the water boils he hands her a box of tissues that she accepts with a quietly murmured thank you.Â
When the tea is done he hands her the mug and sits in his chair, unsure what to say. He definitely did not plan to have her in his office anytime soon and definitely not like this.Â
âGo on, lecture me about being with him,â she says at last, staring into the mug in her hands.Â
âI wasnât planning on it.â
âBut youâd be right.â She looks up at him, eyes still red from the crying.Â
âWhy did you go back to him?â he softly asks, not wanting to make her feel even worse.Â
âI donât know,â she shrugs, looking away again. âHe could be convincing, I guess.â
âHope you wonât believe him after this.â
âNo,â she chuckles bitterly before taking a sip from the tea, leaning back in the armchair. âNot even the sex will convince me to go back to him.â
Harryâs muscles jump at her words. Not because he is such a prude, but because instantly he is thinking about sex⌠and her⌠and his body reacts involuntarily. Clearing his throat he crosses his legs and looks anywhere but at her.
âIâm sorry, I shouldnât have said that,â she chuckles softly, but she doesnât seem sorry at all.Â
âNo, I⌠umâŚâ Harry has no idea what to say. This feels like such an impossible situation, he is definitely walking on eggshells here and the fact that he is semi-hard does not help his case.Â
While he is looking for the right words she places her mug to his desk and crosses her legs, a curious look playing in her eyes as she is looking at him. She appears calm and confident suddenly, like she wasnât sobbing ten minutes ago.Â
âI lied,â she then speaks up.
âAbout what?â
âI know why I went back to him.â
âOh. Okay, why did you?â
She holds his gaze for one⌠two⌠three seconds before her lips part, then she hesitates for one more moment before answering.Â
âBecause I couldnât go to you.â
A shiver runs down his spine at her words, his body is betraying him already, but he hangs onto the last bit of his rationality.
âY/N, donât.â
âDonât what? Donât tell the truth?â
âWe agreed that we are not talking about it again.â
âIâm not talking about that night. Iâm talking about how badly Iâve been wanting you, but knowing I canât have you I went back to Charlie even though I knew I shouldnât have.âÂ
âY/NâŚâ His mouth is dry and he feels ridiculously hot even though the heating hasnât been working too well lately in his office. He is clawing at the arms of his chair, trying to keep the remains of his cool, though it feels like he is hanging on a thread.
âI wonât do anything about it, donât worry. And I wonât bring it up again.â She sounds different this time, the confidence has turned into what feels like disappointment and it lurches something in Harryâs gut.Â
Standing she smoothes her clothes before looking at Harry, a tiny sliver of expectancy glistening in her eyes.Â
âThanks for the tea. I better get going.â
She is already moving towards the door when Harry jumps to his feet, entirely lost about what to think, do or say. He strides after her and just when she is about to reach for the knob, he grabs her other hand, stopping her mid action.Â
But he has no idea why he just did that. His rationality is screaming at him, but with each passing moment he spends holding her hand, the noise gets farther and farther away until itâs lost somewhere in the back of his mind.Â
Slowly, she turns her head, eyes taking in the sight of their touching hands before her gaze meets his. He instantly stumbles back, letting go of her like she was on fire, but she doesnât seem surprised. Instead, she turns around and just stands there, with a calm, but determined look on her face.Â
âCareful professor,â she then speaks up. âI might take your actions as a hint.â
âA hintâŚâ he breathes out, almost mesmerized with her, he is convinced sheâs put a spell on him, because he canât move or think straight, he just keeps staring at her.
âYes, a hint,â she nods shortly. âThat you want me just as much as I want you.â
He swallows down a moan that almost slips through his lips at her words. His whole body is burning for her, palms sweating and itching to touch her and he can almost taste her on his tongue again, desperate to pick up from where they left off not long ago.Â
The tiniest smirk tugs on the corners of her mouth when she sees just how much he is struggling and she takes it as her queue to push her luck just a bit further. She takes a step closer to him, but still leaves some space between them, wanting him to close those last inches.Â
âYou know you can have me.â She cocks her head to the side, blinking up at him innocently. âRight here, on your desk or in that armchair. I want to be your good girl and take whatever you give me.â
âStop it,â he manages to breathe out, but all his strength is gone, it sounds more like a plea rather than an order.Â
âWhat if I donât?â she sassily questions. âWill you punish me?â
Harry whimpers. They both know he is close to breaking and she is not stepping down now and sheâs determined to push him over the edge. Slowly she reaches up, drags a finger across her lips before moving then down, tugging at her shirt at her chest, revealing more of the exposed skin there, then she starts playing with the top button, all while keeping her eyes focused on him. He sucks on his breath, his gaze keeps switching between her eyes and what her fingers are doing.Â
Then it pops open, revealing the delicious swell of her breasts and a bit of the lacy bra as well and he knows he is gone.Â
âClose the curtain,â he simply orders and a sudden rush of excitement washes over her as she quickly moves across the room, drawing the curtains on the window and turning around she is expecting him to be in the same spot, but to her surprise he is right there and before she could say a word, his lips crash down on hers with such force she would have fallen back if he didnât already have an arm around her waist.Â
His other hand is quick to find its way to her throat first, then to her jaw, angling her head perfectly so he can devour her.Â
He spins them around and she gasps when her ass meets the edge of his desk, still kissing her he pushes forward, blindly tossing everything on the desk aside to make room, something clatters as it falls to the ground but neither of them cares to even look. His hands are on the back of her legs and he helps her up until she is sitting on top of the desk.Â
She eagerly opens her thighs and circles her legs around his hips, pulling him closer and when she feels just how hard he already is, pushing against her clothed center, she canât help but moan at the sensation.Â
âItâs a one time thing,â he pants when her fingers start to work on his shirt and his hands find the button of her jeans.Â
âSure,â she breathes out smiling.
âJust to get it out of our system.â
âOf course,â she nods eagerly, and a moment later she is tugging his shirt off his shoulders.Â
Buttons come undone, clothes are thrown across the room and soon enough all of his focus is on her naked chest, his hands exploring the tender, heated skin before his head dips down and his mouth meets her hardened nipples.Â
âOh fuck,â she moans, head falling back as she has an arm around his shoulders, the other one planted behind her on the desk. All while his hands are tugging down her jeans, finally giving him the chance to touch her inner thighs, exploring the warmth and softness heâs been fantasizing about for so long.Â
He gently bites on one of her nipples, making her back arch, burying his face between her breasts before he leans back to get rid of her jeans. She has a moment to admire his naked torso, all the tattoos heâs been hiding under his clothes, his pants are hanging around his knees and his erection is throbbing through the fabric of his underwear. She canât help but smile at the sight, itâs surely one sheâll remember forever.
When her jeans are discarded on the floor he plants his hands on her thighs and pushes them wide open, revealing her drenched panties. He brings his thumb over the wet fabric, lazily drags it over her clit, making her tremble under his touch. Then keeping eye contact with her he pulls his chair under him, sits down and rolls closer so his face is perfectly lined up with her. With his eyes still locked on hers, he leans forward, moves her panties to the side and places a sloppy, open mouthed kiss to her throbbing clit, making her moan so loud, he digs his fingers into her thighs pulling back.Â
âYou need to be quiet,â he warns her and she just eagerly nods, watching him take her underwear off completely and go back to where he was a moment ago.Â
Harry drinks up her taste, he licks, kisses and sucks on the right spots, making her see stars as her orgasm is building up. When she feels two of his fingers slip into her she grabs a handful of his hair, tugging on it.Â
But right when she is about to tip over the edge he pulls back, leaving her in a heaving mess. Reaching into one of his drawers he grabs a condom and standing up he watches her lying on his desk, chest rapidly rising and falling while he rolls the condom on.Â
To his surprise, she gets up and jumps off the desk, taking the initiative by pushing him down back into the chair and straddling his lap. His hands are quick to move to her ass as his cock wedges between her drenched folds. He hisses when she starts rolling her hips, making them both even more feral for whatâs about to come.Â
She leans forward and kisses him, her hand reaching down between them until it finds his cock. She gives him a few lazy strokes to which he hums lowly into her mouth. Then she stops her kisses, lips still brushing against his, eyes meeting again as she lifts herself up just enough to angle him underneath her and then slowly she eases down, letting him enter her inch by inch until she is filled entirely. She gasps at the feeling of her walls stretching around him and they both stop for a few moments, just savoring how perfectly they fit together.Â
She plants both her hands to the base of his neck, kisses him again and starts moving her hips.Â
âFuck, Y/N, you feel so good,â he groans, locking his arms around her, fingers digging into her naked back and side as she starts to slowly pick up her pace, bouncing on him.Â
When he starts thrusting upwards, meeting her movements, her head rolls back from how deep she feels him inside her, his tip reaching the perfect spot.Â
âYes, right there!â she gasps as he buries his head in her neck, kissing and sucking on the soft skin while keeping his rhythm. âIâm so close,â she breathes out, her hands raking through his messy hair.Â
Wanting even more friction she adjusts herself and then starts moving faster and rougher, aching for the release. She looks down, her eyes meet his gaze and she just knows he is as close as she is.Â
âHarry,â she moans and hearing his name fall from her lips is what pushes him over the edge.
Grunting, his thrusts get rougher and fall out of their fast pace, he pushes into her over and over again as he fills the condom and watching him fall apart helps her let go as well. He feels her walls tighten around him while he is still riding out the afterwaves of his own orgasm, her mouth hangs open, nails digging into his shoulders so harshly they surely leave marks.Â
Then they both slowly come off their high and she leans forward, capturing his lips in a much softer kiss than the ones theyâve shared just minutes ago. He gladly returns, their lips melt together and his fingers gently roam her naked back while he is still inside her.Â
Theyâre quiet when she moves off him and grabs a few tissues to clean herself up while he discards the condom. The clothes are picked up from the floor one by one and a sense of unsureness settles between them as they both get dressed.Â
She was the only thing on his mind just five minutes ago, but now that the sex haze is gone, his thoughts start racing. What did he do? What will happen now? This shouldnât have happened but still, he wants to do it again and again and again.Â
As if she knew he was panicking inside, she steps to him, takes his face in her hands and pulls him into a long, passionate kiss that instantly makes him forget about everything else.Â
âDonât overthink it,â she whispers against his lips. âWeâre adults.â
âIâm your teacher,â he hums.
âThe semester is almost over. Grade my last paper and weâre done,â she simply says with very little care about his current status. But he is not that sold on it just yet, hesitation and worry is all over his face. âDid you not want it?â
âYou know how much I wanted it,â he admits defeatedly.Â
âGreat. I wanted it too. And I want it again. So Iâll come by tomorrow again. Youâll bend me over that desk after I had your cock in my mouth, then tell me what grade Iâm getting for the semester and we do it again after that.â
He is already feeling himself getting hard again. Deep down he knows he should say no, but he has no will left to fight with himself anymore. So all he does is nod and then kiss her.Â
âIâll see you tomorrow, professor.â She grabs her coat from the floor and then walks out of his office like nothing happened.Â
Harry falls into his chair and assesses the mess on and around his desk, staring at the spot where she was sitting not long ago. He knows he is making his biggest mistake ever, but sinning has never felt this good.
And right now he is willing to take this risk.
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⊠: the aftermath of the las vegas grand prix with max
đđđđ. : max verstappen
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You couldn't remember the exact moment when the tears prickling your eyes had started streaming down your face, but right then it didn't matter. Nothing really did.
The only thing you could focus on was the roaring of the engines right across the pit lane, matching the loud thumping of your heart.
One more lap.
Just one lap, and Max would've been crowned World Champion for the fourth time in a row.
You brought your hands up to your mouth, squeezing them together in a silent prayer as your eyes remained glued to the little screen in the Red Bull box. The crowd cheered as George Russell was declared winner of the Grand Prix, their screams seeming miles away from you as you still held your breath. The race wasn't over yet.
The next few minutes were a confused swirl of people shouting, hugs, and congratulating pats on the backâa river of blue suits that dragged you outside into the crisp night breeze. You ran alongside the rest of the crew, vision blurred with tears, until you reached the barrier and let out something between a sob and a laugh.
There he was.
Standing tall on top of the car with both arms thrown in the air, taking in the thousands of people yelling his name and chanting him with a deafening applause, Max had never looked so genuinely happy and excited about his own achievement.
Suddenly, his gaze caught yours through the visor of his helmet, and you could swear you'd seen his eyes light up. In less than one second, he jumped off the vehicle and ran up to where you were standing, his large hands immediately finding your waist as you secured yours around his neck, letting him effortlessly lift you off the ground and spin you in the air while just screaming with pure, raw joy.
Once he was done, he didn't let you go, wrapping your legs around his torso and placing his hands on the back of your thighs to keep you up. His chest rose with every heavy pant he let out. You closed your eyes, tears still spilling from them, before resting your forehead against the cold glass of the visor and taking a deep breath of relief: finally.
Pulling away, you gently helped him take the helmet off, one of his hands quickly leaving your side to rip the balaclava off his head. All you could see was a glimpse of his icy blue eyes before his fingers firmly cupped your jaw and drew you into him, your lips crashing together. The suddenness of the kiss made you drop the helmet to the ground.
You ran your fingers through his hair, trying to pull him impossibly closer, your lips chasing each other in their own perfect race, breaths intertwined in a flawless melody.
Even with your eyes closed, you could feel the blinding flashes of the paparazzi's cameras surrounding you. You could hear the amused whistles coming from both fans and the other drivers, but you couldnât care less. This moment was yours and yours only, and it felt so right: just you and Max, melting in each other's arms.
When you moved back, breathless from the intense kiss, you brought your still trembling hands up to his face and traced every inch of it with your fingertips, your touch feathery, almost as if to draw a map on his glistening skin: thick, pensive eyebrows, always so focused eyes, and full lips.
"You did it, Max," you managed to whisper, voice hoarse from staying silent for too long. "Four-times World Champion."
"Actually, this is the first World Championship I've really won." You could hear the laugh in his voice, his smug expression making your eyebrows furrow in confusion.
"Because it's the first one my world came to see," he explained softly, his fingers running up to your forehead to brush a lock of hair out of your face before grazing your silky skin, his gaze lovingly locked onto yours.
You felt your eyes well up with hot tears once again, but as soon as one of them started rolling down your cheek, he was quick to catch it with his thumb and tenderly wipe it away.
"Nice reflexes, Verstappen," you muttered against his lips, a faint smirk plastered on your face.
"Not bad for a four-time World Champion, huh?" He grinned back before closing the gap between the two of you, drunk on the feeling of your mouths dancing together.
The world around him was long forgotten. For now, the only world he seemed to care about was the one wrapped tight into his arms.
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tlp jk is def the type to absolutely sob when he sees oc walk down the aisle/when heâs trying to propose to her and it maybe just me but I feel like after that one year anniversary heâs like Iâm wifing this girl DOWNN cause I feel like he lich has the ring and everyth ready to go heâs waiting heâs prepped đ
here it is!!! #thee proposal drabble this is literally the cutest thing ever i wish love was real đ𼚠hope u enj!!!!!!!!!!
summary: in which jungkook proposes and it doesn't start off well
w/c: 3.7k
warning/s: tlp couple is extremely in love that is a warning. they're also cry babies. listen to something by the beatles for the major feels đ
âBaby,â Jungkook sighs, matching your pace. âAre we really fighting right now?âÂ
âNo.â Is your stern response, continuing your quick steps without even bothering to look back at him.Â
âI guess we are fighting right now.â Jungkook mumbles to himself, taking two big strides so he can finally catch up with you.Â
You donât pay him any attention when he slides his arm around your waist while the other holds the bag of large popcorn you bought a while ago, leaning down to kiss the side of your head. Jungkook doesnât even care about the people passing by around the cinema; they have lives to care about on their own â he can kiss his girlfriend wherever and whenever he wants.Â
âIâm sorry.â He whispers in your hair, enough for only you to hear.Â
Thereâs a crease on your forehead that hasnât ceased ever since you left the restaurant you had your dinner at. But after a few beats, you let out a sigh.Â
âI just really wanted to see the movie in IMAX.â you lament, and Jungkook feels bad. He really does.Â
âI know, baby, I really am sorry,â he apologizes once again. âWe can see it tomorroââ but he realizes you both have a full-time shift, so he opts for, âânext week?âÂ
âJungkook, the screening ends in the next two days.â you say, tone bordering on annoyed now. You reel it back in, gently saying, âI justâ I told you to hurry up earlier, but you kept on changing your hair even thoughâ you know what, forget about it. Which cinema were we in, again?âÂ
Jungkookâs nerves begin to kick in, because you look like youâre genuinely upset now. He can tell it by the tone of your voice, the disappointment and the simmering irritation of having to deal with the situation. You donât get angry often â no scratch that, you donât get angry at all. However, it does come in withdrawal-like gestures and behavior â like now.Â
And again, Jungkook really does feel bad for having to do what he did earlier. You werenât able to purchase tickets online so you had to make do with buying on the actual booth â and because Jungkook took way too long in the comfort room of the restaurant fixing his hair, you arrived at the cinema way too late and the tickets for the last IMAX screening of the night ran out. It left you with no choice but to go with the regular one instead, and needless to say, youâre not at all that happy about that.Â
Well, shit. Jungkook thinks. This date is not going well at all. The waitress at the restaurant you ate at a while ago openly flirted with him on your table and he was too stunned to do something that you had to tell her off by yourself. That had obviously taken a hit on your mood, and the cinema thing just kind of maybe amplified it and Jungkook thinks heâs beginning to get fucked.
âIâll make up it up to you, babyââÂ
âThe tickets, Jungkook.âÂ
Jungkook purses his lips into a thin line and gives them to you.
You walk alongside each other quietly, but Jungkook doesnât let go of your waist while you head towards the dark and quiet hallway, leading to the seats. You donât pry his hand off so maybe â maybe â thatâs a good thing.Â
But god, this night isnât going well like he wanted it to be. Suddenly, heâs nervous again. More nervous that he was in the shower awhile ago when you were still prepping for the date back at home. Heâs anxious about fucking the whole thing up, and sure, he could trust his track record of never fucking up when it comes to doing big things in his life, but this is different. This will be different. And heâs just so fucking scared that he checks on his watch again.Â
8:22pm.Â
Eight minutes before the movie starts in your cinema. And eight minutes more before theâ
âJungkook,â You call him, and heâs just in the middle of pushing the seat down for you when you do so. He looks at you. Confused, you ask, âDo you have somewhere to go?âÂ
âHuh?â
âYou keep on looking at your watch. You have been since we were at the restaurant.âÂ
Jungkookâs eyes widen and heâs thankful thereâs barely any lights in the hall.
âIâ no. No.â He shakes his head, placing down the bag of popcorn in the middle and takes your hand instead, interlocking your fingers. âIâm sorry, did I keep doing that?â He asks consciously.
Heâs really fucking this up, and youâre noticing it.Â
âYes, itâs bothering me a little,â You shuffle in your seat a little, facing Jungkook. Softly, you ask, âDo you wanna go home? We can ditch the movie. Iâm sorry for being a dickhead the whole night. Itâs not an excuse but I really wanted to watch this movie in IMAX⌠but itâs fine. Iâm not mad at you. Iâm just in a⌠mood. And I know Iâm taking it out on you. Iâm sorry. Iâm being so unappreciative over here â I know you were supposed to work on your researchââ
âHey,â Jungkook stops you before you can even finish that. âNo, baby. This is our date. I donât wanna go home yet and Iâm genuinely really sorry for missing the IMAX screening.â Heâd add he didnât mean to take long in the comfort room earlier⌠but that would be a lie. He intended to do that so you can both arrive here on time like planned.Â
You purse your lips into a thin line. âStill⌠Iâm sorry for being a little bitch.âÂ
âNot true. Youâre an angel.â Jungkook says and brings your interlocked hands up to kiss your knuckles. âLove you.âÂ
You frown. âLove you too.âÂ
That earns you a hearty chuckle from him. âI love you more.âÂ
âNot that again.â You sigh, turning sideways to look ahead on the screen but not breaking away from his hold.Â
Jungkook contains his smile as his gaze falls to the big screen as well, nerves crumbling down a little at the exchange. Youâre the only person who can make him nervous but the only one who can take it away at the same time.Â
âHuh,â you utter suddenly in the middle of some trailer playing. âItâs so weird thereâs only a few people here.â
At that, Jungkookâs heart rate picks up a bit. âY-yeah? Well, itâs late at night.âÂ
âFair.âÂ
âAnd this movieâs not really new, right? Just an anniversary screening thing.â Jungkook continues to add, as if determined to justify your claim.Â
You nod. âI guess youâre right.âÂ
âYep.âÂ
His phone lights up and youâre busy sipping on your drink so Jungkook takes that as an opportunity to check the messages he received.
tae [8:28pm]: starting in 2
tae [8:28pm]: good luck buddy
Jungkook swipes his tongue over his lips â a nervous habit â quickly turning it off and pocketing the device. He places his arm on the arm rest and taps his fingers on the plastic surface anxiously.Â
It feels like thereâs a ticking clock above his head when the trailer finally ends, because he knows the thing should start rolling.Â
And Jungkook swears heâs prepared for this for so many weeks. Months for the matter. Itâs now May and the ring has been bought since February. What was once tucked away from the depths of his closet is now snugged in the pockets of his trouser, deep enough that you couldnât pinpoint the bulging outline of the box.
Jungkook originally planned for you both to be out of the country when he does it. But things got really hectic at the hospital and while he personally couldâve still taken a leave, you couldnât. Jungkook brought up the idea of vacationing a little, âJust for a week,â, he said, but then you sadly told him that you couldnât even if you wanted to and he understood that greatly. Heâs in the same line of work, after all.Â
So, with what seemed to be the nth deliberation with Doyeon, Taehyung, and Nayeon, he ultimately decided on this set-up. You know; trick you into going to the mall with him so you can pass by the cinema and he successfully executes the proposal seamlessly. But obviously, it didnât go as smoothly as that.
After your dinner, you impulsively decided that you wanted to watch a movie in IMAX, but it starts at exactly as Jungkookâs proposal, and so he had to compromise a little bit; the admittedly poor (but effective) solution coming in the form of intentionally staying a little longer in the comfort room of the restaurant just so you two would be lat.Â
And Jungkook swears itâs for a good reason! Because everythingâs prepped and ready to roll and he canât have himself waste another perfect opportunity. He remembers almost popping the question three months ago, two months ago, month ago, few weeks ago and heck, even last night â but heâd always get cold feet and think the time wasnât right.Â
Right now, though, is different.Â
And he wants it so badly to be different.
Good thing you settled things quickly. Now that his being late is past you, he can be a little more confident in what heâs about to do.Â
The next trailer shows up and Jungkook sits upright, knowing whatâs coming. He has it memorized, down to each frame. He was the one who edited it, after all, a product of his humble multimedia skills, that is. Jungkook couldâve gone to a professional but he really wanted to do it himself, scared they wouldnât be able to tell you what he wanted to. And so he did. The gang also told him that it would be better if he did it himself.
And now heâs showing it to you â you, whoâs completely clueless beside him.Â
It starts as a bit of a misdirect. Thereâs an intro from a famous movie studio, and a scene from a real movie â and so of course you donât suspect anything, as Jungkook could say from his peripheral view.
Suddenly, the screen goes black. It causes a pregnant pause, stretched to exactly five seconds (again, Jungkook edited that), and then, a familiar clip suddenly plays.Â
Itâs a video of you taken from Jungkookâs camcorder back in med school. First year, around the second semester. You were at Moonâs Printing Shop and you were looking down at your notes when Jungkook, behind the camera, called your name.Â
You looked up, hair messy from an all-nighter study but Jungkookâs certain the Jungkook behind the scene was still thinking you were the prettiest girl heâs ever seen just like heâs thinking now.Â
âWho would you wanna be if you were given the chance to be somebody else in your next life?âÂ
You grimace. âHopefully, still me.âÂ
âSo boring,â Jungkook exaggerated, his laughter reverberating in the hall of the theater. âBe serious.âÂ
You looked flustered in the video. âIâm serious. I donât wanna be somebody else.âÂ
In his seat, Jungkook feels the real you sitting beside him tugging at your enclosed hands together, so he looks at you.Â
âJungkook, what is this?â You say, evidently unaware of whatâs currently happening, your brows furrowed in that cute confusion.Â
âJust something Iâve been working on for the past three months.â he smiles, bringing your hands together to his lips again. He just couldnât stop kissing and touching you even if he tries.
You stare at him with your mouth agape, but you donât say anything else, your gaze falling back to the screen once again.Â
âOkay, since you donât wanna play this game I wanna be Darth Vader.â Jungkook said in the video.Â
âWhat? The evil guy from Star Wars?â You frowned. âThatâs not⌠hmm⌠okay. I guess I wanna be⌠Spongebob, then.âÂ
âOh. Wow. Interesting. Alright, Darth Vaderâs out. I wanna be Patrick instead.âÂ
âI like that. So weâll still be bestfriends, right?âÂ
âYeah. And I still get to stress you out even in the next life.âÂ
That made you laugh, the warm burst of laughter filling the hall which makes Jungkookâs lips curl up as he watches the screen. He can never get tired of it; your smile, your laugh, your face as it lights up. Thereâs something so incredibly angelic about you he sometimes thinks youâre not human at all. Or maybe just part-human⌠nonetheless, he feels grateful. For literally everything.Â
Something in the way she movesâŚ
The video transitions to another reel of you taken by Jungkook while The Beatlesâ Something plays in the background.Â
"Oh my god..." Jungkook hears you gasp beside him, but he doesn't allow himself to break just yet. Instead, he tightens his grip on your hand, feeling your response as you hold on just as firmly.
The screen continues to show candid moments of you from med school. All recorded and taken by Jungkook; the trips you took during that time, that rave party you went to where you got extremely drunk â and when that showed up, you giggled beside him and said, âI told you to delete that.â, which he just laughed at.Â
Later on, the clips got more recent, you in your lilac dress and Jungkookâs white tux⌠it was a video of you dancing in Nayeonâs wedding.Â
âW-whaâ⌠I didnât â who took that?â You whisper, sounding in awe.Â
âNayeon was apparently recording from the stage at that time.â Jungkook says, looking at you and smiling when he sees that you have your eyes glued to the screen.Â
âThis is soâŚâ you trail off, but you donât really say anything in continuation.Â
Recent videos of you play, capturing moments from the two years youâve been together. Thereâs that clip in Vienna, a few in Florence, Paris, Melbourne... Itâs surreal to think that he captured those memories, never imagining theyâd be used for something like this.Â
Something in the way she knows
And all I have to do is think of her
Something in the things she shows me
I don't want to leave her now
You know I believe and how
The song fades to an end and so did the compilation of your videos. The screen shows Jungkook this time instead. He leaned towards the camera, checked the optics, and then smiled a little. From the background, you know it was taken by the wall of his room, near the window because you can see the Sanrio plushie you put on the table beside there. Itâs a little out of frame but you can still recognize it.Â
Then, he spoke.Â
âUhm, hi,â He started, and you hold your breath, feeling like youâre on the edge of your seat but not in that anxious way. âI donât really know where Iâm going with this. Iâm thinking of doing this video⌠for my proposal â and ah, my proposal â wait, I really shouldâve written a script for this but I wanted this to be natural as much as possible and Iâm going off-track so weâll move on to what I really wanna say,âÂ
You canât help but laugh at that, and you hear Jungkook joining in with you.Â
â__, youâre the love of my life. Youâre my lover, but youâre my best friend most of all. I look back on the times weâve spent together â a decade. There was no time in those years that I didnât thank my lucky stars for knowing and meeting you. Youâre the best thing that ever happened to me, and I really hope you know how much I love you because no matter how hard I try to put it into action and words, no amount of it would tell you how I truly feel.â A pause. Then he took out something from his pocket. Raising his hand, a red velvet box appeared in the frame. He was about to open it when suddenly, your voice is heard behind the camera.Â
âJungkook?âÂ
Jungkook quickly pocketed the box, and the camera shook a little, the angle now distorted, probably due to his panic upon hearing your voice.Â
âYes, baby?â The audio played.Â
âYou were doing something?âÂ
âNah. Just trying out my new camera.â Jungkook said.Â
âOh. Lemme see.âÂ
The camera got picked up, and Jungkook switched the camera to you.
In your seat, you nibble on your bottom lip upon seeing your own face this time, a poor attempt to stop your jaw from breaking apart because you couldnât stop yourself from smiling watching the whole thing.Â
âPretty girl.â You hear Jungkook say behind the recorder. His hand came up to caress your face in the video, thumb rubbing over your cheek. âI love you.âÂ
You looked confused at first but then you told him, anyway, âI love you too.âÂ
You leaned down, and the video gets switched out to another one of Jungkook on a different day.Â
âSorry the video got interrupted by my gorgeous girlfriend.â
You both laugh at that, and as if on cue, your eyes meet â silently acknowledging that youâre thinking the same thing. In that shared glance, it's clear you both understand how things escalated in that moment, that night â how that kiss turned into something more.
âI just wanted to say that, uh, I love her. No, you, Iâm talking to youââ He sighed in the clip, and you canât help but chuckle. âAnyway. I love you. I love you so much, baby. More than anything else in the world. I feel like I donât say it enough although Taehyung teases me about convulsing if I canât say it to you for no longer than five minutes â heâs probably right but thatâs not the point. What I wanna say is â again â is that, I love you, __. And I want to spend the rest of my lifetime with you. I wanna grow old with you. Spend every day and every night with you. I want us to wake up together every morning, make our breakfast together, go to work together, do laundry together, our taxes â man, I donât know. Anything. I just want to do anything and everything with you. Maybe adopt a dog in the near future, if you want to, that is. Youâre probably gonna be watching this in the theater by this moment â god I hope I donât fuck the whole thing up, the gang is gonna be so pissed â but Iâll drop the question for you and I know we already talked about it many times before and two months ago you said you were ready if I was also ready. I couldnât tell you Iâve been ready since the first week we started dating. But I hope⌠what you felt two months ago is still what you feel right nowâŚâÂ
Then, the big screen fades to black, and suddenly, a few lights in the hall flicker on, illuminating Jungkookânow on his knees. In his hand is a red velvet box, now open, revealing a stunning ring thatâs so beautiful it leaves your jaw slack.
He clears his throat. â__, youâre my best friend. Have been and always will be. Youâre my home, my partner. I will love you for as long as you let me andââ Jungkook doesnât mean it but thereâs suddenly a lump in his throat that forms along the way and he has to choke it back, making his voice crack a little bit as he looks into your eyes. ââ and I really want to live all my remaining years with you and be yours forever.â He bites his lip, looks up at you with those doe eyes you love so much. Then, the question comes, âCan I be your husband?âÂ
âJungkookâŚâ You look down at him, your mouth opening and closing, lost for words. Youâve passed the point of holding back tears, and when your eyes meet hisâso full of sincerity and revereâyou completely break. âY-yes. Yes! One hundred percent yes,â you manage to say through your sobs, nodding fervently as your vision blurs from the tears streaming down your face.
As soon as you say that, all the lights in the room turn on and thereâs a holler from the direction of the projection room that you canât help but look at.Â
âCongrats!âÂ
You gasp as you see Doyeon and Nayeon. Theyâre both waving at you with huge grins on their faces. Genuinely surprised and confused at the same time, you start to look around, and suddenly, you realize that everybody is literally⌠your family. Taehyung, your dad, your mom, your sister and Seokjin all occupy the front rows, and in front of them are Jungkookâs own family as well. From afar, you see Jungkookâs father coming up to give your dad a hug which he reciprocates as they laugh together.Â
Your eyes are drawn back to Jungkook.Â
âJungkook⌠theyâre all here,â you say, struggling to hold back the onslaught of tears. They wonât stop.
And at this point, Jungkook canât help it. Not anymore. He sees you crying and he canât help but do it as well. He sniffs, taking your hand and kissing the back of your palm.
âYes, baby. Everybody is here.â
âBaby, why are you crying?â You ask him despite yourself.
Jungkook chuckles in between his tears, swiping a hand on his eyes. âIâm just so happy. You make me so happy. Thank you. Thank you for saying yes.â
That makes you cry even more, earning another laugh from Jungkook but itâs filled with endearment. Slowly, he takes your hand and you watch teary-eyed as he finally inserts the ring around your ring finger.Â
The diamond-encrusted band, with a larger diamond glimmering in the center, fits perfectly around your finger. You stare at it in awe, admiring how gorgeous it looksâtrying to recall a time when Jungkook measured your finger to make it fit so flawlessly. But you can't remember, and you don't mind at all, instead looking up at him as he stands to his feet.
"I love you, Jungkook. I really do," you say with all the sincerity in your heart, hoping he knows as much.
"I can't wait to marry you," he replies, his voice full of emotion before he pulls you into his arms and leans down to kiss you gently on the lips. Itâs soft and itâs sweet just like the love heâs given you all these years.
A cheer erupts around you, and normally, you'd feel shy about kissing in front of your family. But this time, you donât feel embarrassed at all.
Itâs just you and Jungkook. Bound for a lifetime of unadulterated love.
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aline
âet j'ai criĂŠ, criĂŠ "aline!" pour qu'elle revienne, et j'ai pleurĂŠ, pleurĂŠ, oh j'avais trop de peineâ
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pairing: wednesday addams x reader
summary: sometimes youâd talk about dying to wednesday, though it was something an addams couldnât ever really fear. that was, until the person being lost was you.
warnings: erm you die lol, major character death, wednesday being sad, mentions of blood, self sacrifice, maybe a little contrived way to die but too bad
word count: 1.6k
A/N: i promise im okay but this was truly an interesting plot line to follow, and i couldnât bear not writing it down. if it made you sad, donât worry, because i have more fluffy stuff on the way. it was something short i had considered doing for a long time, so even if this flops i'm completely happy with how it came out.
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"Wednesday?" you asked, eyes on the wooden ceiling of her room. From the way her head rests against the warm plane of your chest, she can feel the smooth skin move as you say her name, heart right under her ear. It nearly lulls her to sleep, had it not been a question.
"Yes?" she purrs, lazily propping herself up on her arm. There are heavy weights on her eyelids, but the line of your mouth tells her something is troubling you. Youâre too saturnine, much too glum for what you and Wednesday just did, and her eyes soften imperceptibly, her thumb going to your side to quietly stroke itself back and forth there. âWhatâs plaguing you?â
You canât help but shudder at the contact of her hand and the goosebumps the pads of her fingers leave in their wake. âAre you... do you...," you attempt, the question falling flat on your tongue. She furrows her eyebrows at your hesitation.
"Say your thoughts,â she says, forehead creased in concern. It's almost funny, how caring and soft she is, now that she's given up on trying to seem aloof and apathetic towards you, her skin warm against your own.
The Addams Curse to love someone with every fibre of their being had taken hold of Wednesday entirely, and she looked at you sometimes like you held her beating heart in your hands, or at least like she'd cut it out for you, if you were to need it. She raises a hand, gently brushing a few hairs from your forehead.
âAre you afraid of dying?â
Her eyebrows furrow even further, scanning your face for any indicators of harm. âWhere is this coming from? Has something been done to you?â
But you shrug, finally looking down to look her in the eyes with softness. âI was just wondering⌠are you?â
She narrows her eyes. âYou know Iâm an Addams. Death is a friend, not a foe. Fear of that serves no purpose. Only cowardice from facing a fight. Only to make you weak.â
Your eyes flit away. âHm.â Thereâs no hiding of disagreement in your tone, and it has an embarrassing amount of power over her, how she itches to know what goes on in that head of yours.
âWhat?â
âI think⌠I think my fear is what makes me strong. Iâm afraid of losing those I care about. And so I fight with every bit of sweat, blood, and tears that I have. Your loss is my deepest fear, Wednesday. My deepest.â
She stared at you momentarily, then looked out the window to the stars. âHow is one to fear death when it is far from the end? Death may take me from your sight, but it cannot take me from your heart. There I live, vibrant and whole. Forever.â
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Youâd never even realised how much blood the human body could actually hold, until you were standing there in the centre of the quad with an arrow straight right below your heart, its steel tip poking from your back. Your own blood coated your hands where you cupped it, dribbling down the splintered wood and splattering in droplets to the cobblestone in thick, dark red splotches.
The bloodâ your bloodâ is coming out even more now, and you turn to look at Wednesday, where you had shoved her out of harmâs way. Her eyes are wide in horror, like she's seeing something straight from a nightmare of hers, and you take a clammy step towards her, frigid and burning at the same time.
âWensââ you stammer, and suddenly your knees are giving out. She rushes forward, trying to catch you in her arms, but you're too heavy, deadweight that tugs on her. You fall onto them, your knees, clutching at the newly opened maw of your chest with a gasp, and before you know it youâre falling forward towards the floor.
Wednesday follows you down, catching you before you can land, and she holds you tight, turning you over onto your back as the arrow sticks straight up from the heart she cherishes so much. The wood is already splintering, nearly falling apart, and her hand goes to your wound as if trying to put your blood back into your body.
Itâs uncomfortable, with the metal tip of Xavierâs arrow sticking from the back of your chest and lightly prodding at her front, but she squeezes you tightly against herself, hands frantically travelling the length of your torso and raking over your arms, anywhere she can reach. But thereâs nothing she can do. Itâs a thought she refuses to confront, but Wednesday specialised in dealing with dead things; she was unfamiliar with how to keep things alive, no matter how much she needed you to stay that way.
Crackstone is cackling from his belly, a toothy sneer spreading itself out onto his leathery face as he looks at the damage heâs done, stomping towards you. âHey!â Bianca yells from the opposite door, and the pilgrim whips around, as Xavier takes another shot at him. It lands in the pilgrimâs arm but he pulls it out like a twig, snapping it and tossing it to the ground, before he makes his way towards Bianca.
Your white shirt is completely soaking itself in your blood, droplets running down Wednesdayâs fingers where she tries to hold the wound and apply pressure. But there was no saving a skewered heart.
"No, no, no," she coos, voice barely above a whisper and tears already pricking at the corners of her eyes. You're crying out in pain as the arrow shifts within you, fingers scrabbling at Wednesday's arms where they hold at you. Your fingernails sink into her skin, and she winces but doesn't pull away.
"Wens," you say again, infinitely weaker than before. "WednesdayâŚâ Itâs like your mouth wonât move coherently with your brain, like words mean trudging through ice and slush to come out, even the red-hot ones you need to say. âHâHurts,â you spit out, and with it comes a small stream of blood from your mouth as you cough and air becomes less and less available.
She nods in a rush, tears beginning to stream down her cheeks. âIâm aware, I know,â sheâs completely crying now. âWe will get you care, cara mia, just holâ just hold on for a little while.â But youâre shaking your head.
âDonât haveâ I donât haveââ youâre coughing up more blood, and she wipes it from your chin with a shaky hand. Thereâs just too much of it, everywhere. You had once gifted her some as a token of your devotion and it was a prized possession of hers, but now there was so much and she would have given it back in a heartbeat if it gave you any more of those.
She can vaguely hear Bianca and Xavier yelling on the other side of the quad, and various fires rage on in their chaotic yet vibrant corners, tickling against her skin in large crackles, burning in the reflection of your eyes that stare up at the sky. Your head is leaning against her shoulder, and she raises her hand, stroking through your soft hair as you heave in her arms.
âYou must live, I promise you,â Wednesday insists fiercely, âI promise you, if you die right now, I will kill you.â But its tears that streak down her face, her jaw clenching and dark eyeliner running down her cheeks. Sheâs squeezing you right against herself, feeling the pain of the sharp arrow poke at her own skin.
âVibrant and whâwhole?â you said with a smile, feeling your voice begin to slow down and with it, the beating of your heart. The blood has pooled in a sick puddle around your body.
Sheâs shaking her head. âCara mia, we donât need to do this, we will get you to a doctor. You will beââ
ââWednesday,â you interrupt. Your voice has reached an eerie calm that sends a shiver down her spine, and it snaps her from any sort of hope. âVibrant⌠and whole?â
She looks down at you for a moment, tracing the features of your nose, the planes of your cheeks, the colours of your eyes and the wryness of your smile. Wednesday swallows. âForever. You know that. You must always know that.â
You nod, letting out a small laugh. It hurts, she can hear you wheeze right after you done it, but you sit in silence for a moment, and she can feel you get slower and slower, and your shirt gets redder and redder. The tears are uncontrollable, now, as she sits there with you. Her friends are losing in the corner, but she's losing something unthinkable, and she's so damn scared the entire time it's happening.
"The stars look beautiful tonight," you whisper so only she can hear it, your voice cracking at the end. In seconds, you're gone. She can feel the life, the glorious life, evaporate from you, your head lulling back against her and your weight becoming a hundred times heavier, but she doesn't move, squeezing you against her.
She's unsure how long she stays like that, but when she can no longer take it, she shifts, laying you down on the ground. You look peaceful, looking up at the stars, and it takes an effort to close your eyes that Wednesday had never felt with the dead before. She gently closes them, shutting the door on the eyes that used to captivate her very heart. It's almost like she could convince herself that you're only resting for a moment, and she leans over you, placing a meaningful kiss upon your forehead, just like she would when she snuck out after a night of sleeping over, and there were no prying eyes there to watch.
"Vibrant and whole," she whispers like a promise, turning back to the fight with a piece of the sword in her shaking fists. "For you, cara mia."
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well that was sad... anyways more happy stuff coming next time
#jenna ortega x reader#jenna ortega#letorip#wednesday addams x reader#wednesday x reader#wednesday addams#wednesday addams x you#wednesday addams x y/n
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Still The One
Note - just as a little thank you for being so kind I thought Iâd post something Iâve written lately. Iâll be back in a few days when my heads on straight but i hope youâre all well 𩷠and I miss you guys and my masey
Pairing - Mason Mount Ă Reader
Word count - 1.5k
Warnings - fluff
âSorry guysâ you heard from behind you. The hand that was being placed on your waist squeezing you ever so softly as their hot breath tickled your neck but you knew that voice instantly and you couldnât help but smile. âCould I borrow my wife please?â
The chorus of awwwâs from your little group of friends that you were standing with made you blush but you didnât care. Melting back into Mason's body behind you as he wrapped his arms further around your waist and kissed your shoulder. His skin was hot from embarrassment as his cheek touched your neck and you thought it was the cutest thing ever.
It was the first time heâd referred to you as his wife to other people. The sound making your skin tingle as you couldnât contain you giggles and you just felt yourself radiating joy as your friends mirrored your smile.
âGo on then, y/n. Your husband needs youâ your best friend laughed. Her sending you a wink as he pulled back so you could take his hand and when you turned to face him you felt your heart explode in your chest.
You couldnât believe he was officially all yours.
This whole day had gone by in a flash, time only stopping when you caught eyes with him as he looked back at you tearily down the aisle and it finally hit you that you were actually doing this. Finally marrying the boy of your dreams and cementing the rest of your lives together.
âWhatâs up?â You asked as you followed him. Trying your best you wade through in your huge dress as Mason did his best not to step on it.
âIt's first dance time, are you ready?â He asked. Brows wiggling cheekily at you and you were beginning to wonder if he had something up his sleeve.
âWhat do you mean? We just sway from side to side right?â
âNah, Iâve been working on my movesâ he winked. âJust follow my lead yeah?â
âOh Mase, I donât like the sound of thatâ you laughed, but there was no time to argue. Mason giving the DJ a wave as he led you to the centre of the dance floor and you noticed people had started to gather in a circle around the perimeter. The nerves suddenly hit you that everyone would be looking at you but one look at Mason's kind face let you know everything would be fine.
âLadies and gentlemen, Mr and Mrs Mountâ
When it came to picking the song for your first dance, there was only one option you could think of. The pair of you had never really had a song that was yours before and considering how long youâd been together for you figured you should have had one by now. That all changed around six months ago when you and Mason went on a date night with Rasmus and Laura to see Teddy Swims and Mason pulled you in extra close for one specific song.
Youâd heard the original so many times, but listening to the boy you loved murmur the lyrics softly into your ear was a moment that etched itself right into your brain and as you looked up him right now you felt those same feelings swarm you.
He was so handsome
His hair was styled just how you liked it, him asking you what your favourite look of his was a few weeks before today so he could have it just like that and your chest fluttered at the gesture. His eyes were warm and happy as they creased at the sides but it was your favourite smile in the whole wide world that your eyes were drawn to. The same one you were met with on your first date that made you fall for him in the first place, the same one you woke up to and went to sleep with every night and the same one that you saw when he told you I do a few hours prior.
You were so so in love with him you thought you might burst.
As the start of the song played, Mason took your hand and kissed the back of it causing the butterflies to surge in your tummy. You were so in awe of him itâs like you were floating and when he pulled you in closer by your waist you wrapped your arms around his neck. Letting him sway you ever so gently as his forehead rested on yours.
Looks like we made it, look how far we've come my baby
We mighta took the long way, we knew we'd get there someday
Tears were springing in your eyes almost instantly, looking up into his eyes as you could tell his were a little watery too. His freckled nose pink as he blushed and you had to hold back from pulling him in for a kiss as everyone was watching and and you werenât sure if you could pull yourself away.
They said, "I bet they'll never make it"
But just look at us holding on
We're still together, still going strong
âI canât believe we finally did itâ he laughed quietly, trying to pull you in a bit closer but the puffy skirt of your dress made it difficult.
âSorry, this dress is bloody massiveâ you laughed. âIâll take it off soonâ
âOh yeahâ he winked and you laughed at the way he couldnât keep things serious ever.
âCheeky, I meant Iâll change into my evening dressâ
You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're still the one I want for life
âHave you had a good day, Mrs Mount?â He asked, not getting tired of hearing that name come out of his mouth and his smile mirror yours as you grinned up at him happily.
âThe best dayâ you beamed. âI love you so muchâ
âI love you tooâ he whispered. Placing his forehead back on yours and shutting his eyes so he could feel the lyrics whilst you looked up at his perfect face.
You're still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss goodnight
Even though today was all about the pair of you, youâd missed him. Since the ceremony youâd been pulled apart to try and speak to everyone that had joined you for your special day but you wanted to be around him more than anything. So you took this opportunity with both hands and held him close. Letting him whisper the words in your ear just had he had that night as he slowly moved you around the dance floor and forgot everyone else that was there. Feeling so full of love as you inhaled his scent and revelled in the feel of him. Knowing you just needed to get through the rest of your day and it would be just the two of you again.
âYou trust me right?â He whispered. His voice teasing and you didnât know why he was asking you that and when you pulled back to look at him his eyes were sparkling with joy.
âI just married you, I can hardly say no can I?
âRight answerâ he laughed, pulling away so he could spin you out to the side of him and you giggled as he pulled you back in so your neck was against his arm and he could dip you back. The whole room cheering as he lent down to kiss you but you couldnât kiss him back properly as you were laughing so it was just a mess of lips and teeth.
As soon as he pulled you back up and into his arms properly again you grabbed his face and kissed him. Not happy with the fact you hadnât kissed him the right way just now and even though everyone was being loud you blocked out the noise and focused on your man as he lifted you up by your waist and spun you around a few times.
âAre these those moves youâve been practising?â You giggled as he settled you back down. Going back to swaying you gently as the song was coming to an end but you wished it would have gone on forever. Knowing as soon as it was over youâd be torn away from him again until later on when you went to bed.
âNah, Iâve got a few more to show you laterâ he winked. Your face turning bright red at the cheeky remark and even though he was joking, in the back of your mind you were hoping there was a lick of truth to it. The pair of you smiling back at each other delight, feeling completely euphoric at the fact you were stood in the middle of a dance floor in the arms of the one you loved more than anything with the rest of your lives to navigate together.
Youâd made it. Made your way through the awkward talking stage, to your first date and then to your first kiss and everything that comes after. Through laughter and tears, fights and apologies and everything in between. Youâd done it together and you knew youâd never be alone again.
I'm so glad we made it
Look how far we've come, my baby
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But I'm a Creep
⥠âKidnapper! Choso x reader
author's note: I'm an idiot and accidentally deleted this so now I'm having to repost it. warnings: non con. dub con. kidnapping. tied up reader. sub choso. smut. gagged reader. 18+ MDNI
You whined as he wrapped his mouth around your abused nipple, tears spilling from your eyes at the painful sensation. It had been pleasurable at first, about an hour ago when you awoke to him fondling you but now your nipples were sore and tired from the constant sucking and licking being inflicted on you from your kidnapper.Â
Kidnapper. The man that had abducted you. Someone that you barely really knew except from passing encounters at work.Â
Choso Kamo was the last person you had expected this from.Â
So he was a bit strange according to your co-workers. And there were a few rumours that you had heard about him through mutual friends. But you chalked it all up to him just being a little different, a bit of an introvert compared to yourself.Â
From the moment he was hired five months ago, Choso had been a hard nut to crack. He barely talked, only offering you a small head nod as he strolled into the store. He preferred to keep himself to the stock room rather than help out front. It wasnât till you had seen some girls from campus clearly staring and giggling at him a few weeks into the job, that you actually had your first proper interaction with him.Â
The girls were being cruel, you could see in the way they stuck up their noses and eyed him out of the corner of their eyes. All while Choso was simply trying to fix one of the display stands.Â
He clearly noticed them, fingers trembling as he fiddled with the stack of DVDs in his hand. But you could tell he was just trying to ignore them, hoping theyâd possibly get bored and walk away.Â
You couldnât just ignore them, not when your blood boiled at the mere sight of what they were doing. Before you even realised it, you were standing in front of them, blocking their vision of Choso with a tight smile spread across your face.Â
âCan I help you?â You asked, eyes flickering between each of the girls.Â
They grew quiet, amusement dropping from their faces as they looked between each other.Â
âWell if you couldnât find everything today, I do apologise. But we are closing for the day.â You motioned to the door with a pointed glare.Â
They all scrambled out of the store, muttering things under their breath that you didnât care to hear before you turned to Choso.Â
You crouched down to where he was still fumbling with the DVDs, noticing the tinge of pink that covered the tops of his ears.Â
âYou okay?â You asked, reaching out to place your hand on top of his.Â
He snatched his hand away, finally turning to you with a flushed face.Â
âSorry.â You smiled at him, taking your hand back.Â
âI-Iâm fine,â he nervously laughed, nodding his head.Â
âDid you know them?âÂ
âUh-them?â He pointed to where the girls had been standing and you nodded. âUm-no. I-I guess maybe in passing.â He swallowed, eyes meeting yours for a second before flickering away.
âTheyâre dicks,â you told him, hoping to lighten the mood. âBest to just ignore them.âÂ
âY-yeah,â he agreed, before returning to what he had previously been doing.Â
You hadnât really expected a change in your relationship after that but Choso seemed to warm to you. But the next day, he actually spoke your name, greeting you with a small smile before he went into the back.Â
You and Choso had small interactions after that, but nothing that would make you think he would do this.Â
The guy could barely speak two words to you last week. His eyes barely ever directly looked into yours and he nervously stuttered every time you thanked him over a simple task. The only conversations you had consisted of two words from him so to think he could do this? That he had harboured some sort of crush on you.Â
The possibility had never crossed your mind. It only seemed reality as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, licking at the subtle skin he had spent time marking up.Â
It was only hours ago he had offered you a lift home from work and now you had found yourself with your wrists tied to his bed, completely naked underneath him.Â
âPlease,â he whimpered, sucking at the skin of your neck. âI need you so bad.âÂ
You barely registered what he was saying, too focused on the way his fingers were sliding over your soaked folds. He clearly knew what he was doing, making you a wet fucked out mess before youâd even been able to cum. It had you wondering if he had been with a girl before, if the way he acted in the store with you had all just been some sort of act.Â
The thought was pushed away as soon as he whimpered again, pressing his wet cheeks into your neck. âI need you to need me,â he said, almost on the verge of sobbing. âY/N.âÂ
The mere mention of your name had you peeling your eyes open, only to find yourself fighting off shutting them again when his fingers pressed into your clit. You hissed at the sensation, trying to bite down the noises that were stirring in the back of your throat. But it was near impossible when his fingers prodded at your entrance, threatening to force them into your walls.Â
You tried to protest against him but your screams were muffled through the cloth placed between your lips and with your hands tied there was nothing you could do.Â
Your toes curled when he forced two fingers into his entrance and even though you cried against the cloth, you knew he could feel your walls sucking him in. Especially when you felt him smile against your skin, lifting his head so he could look at you.Â
âYou like this,â he questioned, curling his fingers inside of you, eager for a reaction. âGot to tell me, baby.âÂ
The moan was lost in your throat and even though your pussy was leaking all over him, the confirmation clearly wasnât enough.Â
It was only when another noise of you was strangled between the cloth did he poke at it, knitting his brows together as he asked, âNeed me to take this out for you?âÂ
You nodded frantically, practically begging him.Â
âYou canât scream.â He narrowed his eyes at you, clearly questioning whether it was a good idea or not. âSukuna said I shouldnât.âÂ
You knew that name, his older brother, you remembered. He was the one that had got Choso a job in the first place. You hadnât met him, he had left the store long before you started but to think he knew you were in here and he didnât care. It was sickening.Â
âItâll be better for you if you donât try and scream. I donât know what heâll make me do to you if you do.â There was an uneasiness to his tone as if he was scared at the possibility and you hated the idea that Choso could do something worse to you. âDo you understand?âÂ
You gave him a small nod, hoping that would be enough for him.Â
Thankfully it was, feeling his fingers pull at the cloth he had jammed in your mouth until it was all the way out.Â
He watched you cautiously as he did so, waiting with his hand against your cheek in case you did try to scream. You didnât though and you werenât sure who it took more by surprise, you or the man hovering above you.Â
âYou okay?âÂ
It felt genuine the way he asked you, wide wet eyes looking down at you with some sort of concern. You couldnât understand it and you werenât sure if you really wanted to.
You gave him the faintest of nods, too fearful not to answer him with the way he stared at you, like he was desperate for an answer.Â
It was only when his fingers delved deeper into you, did you realise what you unknowingly agreed to. You couldnât help but moan as he slipped a third finger in, clawing at the restraints that bound your hands together. With each drag of his fingers against your spongy walls you felt the lines of consent begin to blur.Â
He had brought you here against your own will, you reminded yourself. But had there been something that you did that eluded him to the idea that you wanted to be here? That this was right?
Choso wasnât like the other guys at work, the horn dogs that drooled over anything with two legs and a hole they could slip it into. You could see it in the way he watched you now, his gaze darkening, the brown iris barely visible with how badly his eyes dilated. His lips parted and all that seemed to escape him were shallow breaths, as if he was enjoying this more than you. Like he was simply getting off on seeing you overcome with pleasure.Â
Your body trembled at the idea of it, terrified and almost⌠excited? You couldnât deny how close you were teetering towards your oncoming orgasm. Yet you were still fearful of the man on top of you, not entirely sure what he could be gaining out of this.Â
âYou want this,â he hummed, bringing his lips to rest against yours. âDonât you?âÂ
You couldnât deny him, not with how his eyes brimmed with tears that threatened to spill against your skin. So you agreed once more, lips moving against his as you squeaked out a small, âYes.âÂ
He grinned at that, nudging his nose against yours as he connected your lips into a needy kiss.Â
You whined into it, feeling his thumb circle your sensitive clit. You clenched around him instinctively, feeling your hips buck into him for more in which he was eager to give you. He didnât waste any time, pressing his thumb into you while his fingers thrusted and curled into you, nudging against a sweet spot that had you moaning into his mouth.Â
You were overly glad for his lips pressed to yours when you came, muffling the screams of pleasure that tore through your throat. Your thighs clamped around him, trying to push him away rather than keep him in. But Choso was an immovable object and you knew you just needed to come to terms with that.Â
âChoso,â you yelped, squirming underneath him.Â
His eyes widened at that, worried that you might begin to scream for release.Â
You didnât though but instead, breathlessly pleaded with him to stop. âPlease, no more.âÂ
âIâm sorry,â he hushed you, pressing feather light kisses to your face as he distracted you from pulling his fingers from your walls. âYouâre okay.âÂ
You werenât entirely in agreement with that, feeling your walls still flutter with the after effects of the long awaited orgasm. But you were in no state to fight him on the matter either.
âYouâre okay, right?â He lifted his face to look over you with that sad puppy look.
âIâm okay,â you told him, between a shaky breath.Â
He seemed happy with your response, bringing his lips against yours once again. This kiss was sticky and desperate, Chosoâs tongue sinking into your mouth as he explored it. He whined when you didnât reciprocate, moving his tongue so deep into your mouth that you had to push it away with your own, or youâd choke on it.Â
It had him smiling, your tongue finally moving against his even if it was in an attempt to fight back. He didnât seem to care, or maybe he just didnât realise, living in some sort of delusion that this was completely consensual, that this was what you wanted.Â
He was eager for your confirmation, you finally realised. Desperate for it.Â
âChoso,â you whispered, breaking free from the kiss as you twisted your head away. âChoso, can you-â You stopped yourself, turning to his face with a small pout.Â
âAnything,â he responded, without even hearing the full question.Â
âMy hands.â You wiggled them underneath you, pressing your lips together as you jutted out your bottom lip. âThey hurt.â You swallowed and whined, âPlease.âÂ
He nodded, hands reaching over you to fumble with your restraints that had you tied to his bed. It only took a few seconds before your wrists were freed and you could pull your hands back to your side. It also wasnât long before you began to use your new found freedom to slip away, only to be caught instantly with a hand wrapped around your wrist.Â
You winced as Choso applied pressure to the fresh bruises, and yanked you back underneath him.Â
âTry that again and Iâll have to tie you up again,â he warned, jaw clenching as he glared down at you. He quickly dropped his glare, eyes softening at you as he tried to mask his anger. But it was still there, you could see it in his rigid form that kneeled over yours. âI donât want to hurt you. You're the last person I want to hurt, Y/N.âÂ
A chill ran over you as he ran a finger over your cheek, sliding it down your neck as his eyes followed the movement. He stopped once he reached your breast, swallowing at the sight of the abused flesh and licking his lips.Â
âPlease, donât do that again.â His eyes flew back up to yours, his jaw tightening as he waited for your response.Â
âI wonât do it again,â you told him, feeling unnerved by the way he stared at you. âI promise.âÂ
Relief seemed to wash over him, his body relaxing once again as his eyes fell downwards. âGood, good.â He licked his lips, cheeks darkening to red at the sight of something.Â
You followed his gaze, widening at the sight of him in his boxers. The material clung to him, his bulge and the wet patch practically staring at you. You were so stuck on the sight of him, you barely noticed his hand dragging yours towards him, not until he was slipping it inside the article of clothing with a sigh.Â
It was a sticky mess inside, cum coating your fingers before your hand found his cock. You werenât really thinking, gripping it slightly in your hand as if you were entranced by it. You moved your hand over it, dragging it up and letting your fingers slide over the tip. It was only when he gasped at the touch, did you snap back to reality, snatching your hand back.Â
You held it in front of you, slightly amazed at the sight of the cum that coated your fingers. Had he been touching himself this whole time? It wasnât possible, both hands had been at you the whole time. But surelyâÂ
âI know I shouldnât have,â he said, eyes flickering towards your gaze. âNot before you anyway but-â His body folded over yours again, till you could feel his leaking cock touching your leg, the piece of clothing over it doing nothing to hide it. â-you donât get how you make me feel. It just happened.âÂ
You swallowed at that, watching him as he leaned further into you. You knew what was going to happen and even though you knew some part of you wanted to fight against it, there was another sicker part that thought itâd be easier to succumb to it instead. That part had you widening your legs, making more space for him as he pressed his body against yours.Â
âIâll make you feel so good, I swear,â he whispered, rutting his hips against yours. âI promise.â You bit back a moan as he repeated his actions, feeling his bulge rub against your overly sensitive clit. âMake you feel good.â
âOkay,â you whispered.Â
He stopped, eyes meeting yours again as if he didnât quite hear you.Â
You werenât even sure you could quite hear what you were saying either, the words didnât even feel like your own as they fell from your tongue. âMake me feel good then.âÂ
You had no time to act when Choso descended upon you, slipping his boxers down all while he kissed you. It was your turn to whine when you felt his cock slide against your folds, hissing into him as it ran over your clit. He seemed so content in just doing this, rubbing his cock between your folds as he mixed your juices with his. You were sure if you didnât say anything heâd cum like this and be done with it, or feel the need to still take you again.Â
âChoso,â you called, sliding your hand between your bodies. You found his cock, hard and wanting, finally grabbing his attention. âInside me.â His eyes snapped towards yours. âI want it inside me.âÂ
His eyes widened as he withdrew from your lips, swallowing nervously as he peeled himself off of you slightly.Â
âChoso?â You knitted your brows together, looking up at his flushed face.Â
âI-uh-â he shifted, blinking as he looked down again.Â
âItâs okay.â You comforted him, sliding his cock against yourself until you lined his tip up with your entrance. âJust push it in.â You guided him, bringing your hips up a bit so he partially slid in. âLike this.âÂ
Choso followed, pushing his hips into yours, groaning as he filled you to the hilt. Once he was all the way in, there was no stopping him. He was suddenly hooked on the feeling of being inside you, thrusting his hips back and forth continuously. He was so lost in it, sinking his face into your neck with such a deep whimper that you werenât entirely sure youâd be able to break him from it.Â
All you could do was take it and take it you did.Â
You matched his moans with your own, wrapping your legs around him as he fucked you into the mattress. There was no denying it, everything felt right with Choso inside of you. You felt full to the brim. Your walls snugly wrapped around him, squeezing him, begging for more.Â
âFeels so good,â he whispered into your ear, licking the shell of it. âI want to go deeper. Deeper.âÂ
You werenât completely sure what he was talking about until his hands brought your legs up, folding them between your bodies.Â
Oh deeper.
You swore you could feel him in your stomach at the angle, and the sensation had you mewling out his name.Â
You werenât at all surprised at how fast both of you were brought to the edge. You could feel your brain turning into mush at how well his cock was rutting itself in and out of you and you could feel Choso tightening his grip onto you, as his pace began to pick up.Â
âSo good.â He repeated the phrase over and over again, the sound of his moans vibrating through you as he did so. So good. Until your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you felt yourself gushing all over him, your orgasm washing over you. So good. Until he was spilling inside of you, gasping at the feel of your walls milking him for all he had to offer.Â
You were spent after that, the aftershocks still coursing through your body as he slowed himself to a stop. You werenât even surprised when he didnât pull himself out of you, collapsing on top of you and keeping himself buried inside you instead. He seemed satisfiedâ sedated as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck with a deep sigh.Â
He seemed so content, body fully relaxed on top of yours that you didnât want to break him away from it. But as you came back to the reality of your situation, you found yourself needing to say something, only too scared to break the silence you both rested in.Â
Luckily for you, it wasnât your words that broke the silence but a sudden knocking on Chosoâs bedroom door, followed by a voice you could only imagine was Chosoâs older brother.Â
âKid is out for another hour before you both need to shut up.âÂ
Choso didnât seem to react, only sighing as he kissed your subtle skin.Â
You parted your lips to speak, but you stopped yourself realising it might be better not to know. Not to understand.Â
Instead you closed your eyes, sinking into his touch as he began to lick at the column of your neck and trace his fingers into your sides. You didnât know what was going to happen after this but for a moment you were too tired to care. You just assumed youâd have to let him decide.Â
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Wanting for More (Ekko x gn!reader)
Warnings: None
Genre: Fluff
Fandom: Arcane
Summary: Ekko sees you asleep and covers you with a blanket
Word count: 767
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You both had lost track of time, that was obvious. You two had been working on something in Ekko's workplace for a few hours, and a while ago you decided to take a break and lie down for a bit.
He'd been really concentrated in his work, but he suddenly realized he hadn't heard you in a while, so he decided to take a look at you, only to find out you'd fallen asleep. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of you, looking so peaceful and dreamy. This wasn't the first time Ekko got lost in his thoughts while staring at you, it was quite common actually, or it had been lately at least.
There was something more than just friendship between you two, you both knew that. But neither of you had the courage to do something about it, and both of you were scared, too. It seemed easier to not act on your feelings and just enjoy the relationship you already had, but the wanting for more was starting to be unbearable for him. He wanted you to be his, as much as he wanted to be yours.
No one understood him like you did, and no one supported him and trusted him like you did. You two had known each other for years now, since you were one of the first ones to join the Firelights, and from that day his life was never the same again. Ekko was genuinely happy when you were around, he saw hope in you, maybe even a future together. When you two were together, he wasn't the Firelights' leader, he was just Ekko, he could relax around you. In a world like yours, having someone like that was a privilege.
He got out of his thoughts when he realized you were curled up into a ball, clearly cold. He quickly got up and looked for a blanket, and when he found it he covered you with it. He got down to your level, next to the bed, and put a strand of hair behind your ear, putting it away from your face and leaving his hand on your shoulder. He smiled again, feeling grateful for having you in his life and being able to share these little moments.
You got a bit startled by his touch and slowly opened your eyes, seeing Ekko at eye level with you.
"Hey," you said in almost a whisper, and he replied with a shy smile. "How long have I been asleep?"
"I have no idea, I just found you a couple minutes ago", he replied, while caressing your shoulder a bit.
You still felt sleepy, but you could see how tired he was, his eyes could never lie, and definitely not to you.
"You should get some sleep, Ekko", you told him. "Here, I'll move so you can fit in here." You did as you said, leaving space for him to hop on the bed and lie down next to you. This wasn't uncommon between the two of you, but lately the tension in these moments had become obvious, even if you tried to ignore it. Still, you were so tired you didn't really care right now, you just wanted to go back to sleep.
"I should keep working."
"Just shut up and come here, working can wait." He was a very self-demanding person, but he knew you were right, so he took off his shoes and did as you said.
You ended up being face to face, and you could feel your heart beating really fast, like it was gonna explode. You closed your eyes and you rested your head on his shoulder. "Thank you for the blanket", you murmured, loud enough for him to hear.
"Anytime", he answered, wrapping his arm around you.
You closed your eyes and enjoyed his warmth and his touch, wishing you could stay like this forever. It didn't take long for you to fall asleep again, and he could tell from the way you were breathing. He gave you a little kiss on the forehead, savouring every second with you in his arms.
"You mean the world to me", he whispered. He imagined sleeping like this every night and couldn't help but smile. He knew life was hard and that the world was dangerous, but he also knew he couldn't live in fear and put a stop to his own life just to help and save others. He knew he had to tell you how he felt, and find a bit of hope with you amongst all the chaos that surrounded you.
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okay so this is my first arcane post. i haven't written in a while so i'm a bit rusty and english is not my first language, but i hope you enjoy this!
requests are officially open for arcane characters, you can check my rules in my profile!
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A simple gesture
pairing: timeskip pro hero bakugo x florist reader
synopsis: in which a villain attacks a city and how they first met
note: i swear I'll upload the new chapter soon...
⌠. ăâş ă . ⌠. ăâş ă . ⌠⌠. ăâş ă . ⌠. ăâş ă . âŚ
The first time you met the pro hero Dynamight wasnât under the best of circumstances.
It had been a chaotic morning. The air was thick with the smell of rain, the clouds hanging heavy in the sky like a warning. You were just finishing up with a delivery when the sound of explosions echoed through the streets. The sudden shockwave rattled your windows, the tremor of it sent a slight jolt of panic through your chest.
You knew that voice. It was unmistakable.
Dynamight, also known as Katsuki Bakugo.
As a Pro Hero, his presence was no stranger in the city. He was loud, brash, and was always making a sceneâwhether it was in the field or just walking down the street. But today, his usual energetic blasts of power seemed a little... too close to your shop.
You rushed outside, ready to make sure nothing had been destroyed, only to be greeted by the sight of Dynamight himself standing in the middle of the street, a few blocks down, as a villain sprinted away from him, seemingly unhurt despite the trail of fire left behind.
With a scowl, he blasted the villain back with a quick explosion, sending the enemy stumbling across the ground, and knocking them unconscious in seconds.
You didnât hesitate. You grabbed the nearest cart of flowers from the front of your shop and ran toward the commotion. The villain had been caught, but the street was left in disarray, flower petals strewn about by the blast of Dynamight's attack. The sudden thought of your shopâs inventory sent a pang of frustration through you.
Just as you reached the scene, he was turning to leave, his back facing you. You could see the slight exhaustion in his shoulders, but as always, his demeanor was harsh. Before he could step away, you called out.
"Hey!" You jogged over to him, trying to steady your breathing. "Do you know just how much damage you caused?!"
Dynamight paused and turned, his fiery gaze locking onto you. His frown deepened, and the usual glint of irritation in his eyes returned "Tch, I donât have time for this. Itâs not like itâs a big deal."
"You literally just knocked over half of my flowers!" you retorted, raising your hands in frustration as you glanced at the scattered petals and crushed stems. You werenât angry, not reallyâit was just the instinct to protect what you worked hard for.
He glanced over at the mess with a sigh, his expression softening for a brief second, though he quickly masked it with his usual scowl. "Itâs not like I did it on purpose," he muttered, running a hand through his spiky blonde hair. "Iâll pay for the damages, alright?"
You blinked at him, taken aback. This wasnât what you expected. Most people wouldâve brushed it off or ignored it. But Dynamight, in his own strange way, was offering a solution.
"Iâm not trying to take your money." you said, the words coming/ blurting out of your mouth before you could think. "Just... be more careful next time, alright?"
He looked at you for a moment, the familiar tension in his jaw easing up just a bit. He didnât argue, which was surprising. "Fine," he grunted, his hands slipping into his jacket's pockets/ the pockets of his jacket. "Although, you should learn to stand further away when shit like that happens."
A brief chuckle escaped you. "Iâm a florist, not a fighter. Iâm used to taking care of plants, not dodging explosions."
He shot you a sideways glance, his expression unreadable for a moment. "Yeah, well... flowers are pretty delicate, huh?"
There was a beat of silence between you before he gave a sharp nod and walked away, leaving you to clean up the mess. His footsteps echoed in the quiet street as he disappeared into the distance. You stood there, staring at the spot where he stood, unsure of what had just happened.
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A week later, Dynamight returned.
You were tending to some roses by the window when the bell above the door chimed again. You didnât even look up at first, assuming it was a regular customer.
"Got any damn tulips?" a voice grunted from behind you, sounding annoyed.
You paused, recognizing the voice instantly, and turned to face him, who stood in the doorway with an expression that was half irritated and half... hesitant?
"Uh, sure, right here." you said, motioning to the cooler where the tulips were stored. âWhatâs the occasion?â
He grunted, his eyes darting around as he clearly tried to avoid saying much. âJust... get âem ready, okay?â He said awkwardly, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket.
You raised an eyebrow but didnât question it. He wasnât one for sharing personal details, you knew that much. You prepared the bouquet, wrapping the stems carefully, trying not to notice how his gaze seemed to flicker back to you every few seconds.
"Here you go," you said, handing him the small bouquet of vibrant tulips. "Are these for someone special?"
He snatched them from your hands quickly, glancing at the flowers with an unreadable expression. Then, in his usual gruff tone, he muttered, "Yeah, whatever. Iâm just trying to make up for last week."
A small, surprised laugh escaped you. "Youâre actually apologizing?"
He scowled but said nothing, his hand/grip tightening around the stems of the flowers. "Iâm not... apologizing. Iâm just making sure I donât get yelled at again."
Despite his stubbornness, you could see the sincerity in his actions. "Well, thank you. It means a lot, Dynamight," you said quietly, a smile tugging at your lips. "Iâm sure whoeverâs getting these will appreciate it."
He mumbled something under his breath, then turned to leave. But before he reached the door, he paused, glancing back at you.
"Yeah, well... donât expect me to start buying flowers every week," he said, his tone a little softer than usual. "But Iâll see you around."
You watched him go, your heart unexpectedly light as you stood behind the counter, the soft scent of tulips still lingering in the air.
Maybe Dynamight was a lot more complicated than he appeared. But you had the feeling that this wasnât the last time heâd be visiting your little shop.
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first time w anton? virgin anton x virgin reader?
IM ON MY KNEES BEGGING YOU đ
⌠BABY GIRL, 143 ! ANTON
001. PAIRING , virgin anton Ă virgin reader
002. SYNOPSIS , anton had been away from you for some months and now when he was back, you showed him all the texts you had seen on his phone. only ending up sealing the deal at the end.
003. GENRE , smut
004. WARNING(S) , kissing, a little dirty talk but anton is just shameless lol, teasing, pussy slapping, little to no prep, boob play, nipple play (slightly), they make up pretty early after fight, hymen breaking, mentions of blood and pain, too much plot if you ask me, lmk if I missed anything.
005. WORD COUNT , 1.8K
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You had been dating Anton for a few years now. You met through a dating app, and while some might find that odd, you both clicked instantly. For better or worse, you fell in love.
Since you started dating at a young age, you both decided to seek job opportunities outside of town, which meant navigating a long-distance relationship. While many say long-distance relationships often fizzle out, that wasnât the case for you two.
In fact, Anton would send you those silly memes that made you laugh and would video call you while cooking, asking for your advice if he messed something up. His friends teased you, saying you two were practically a married couple, and while there was some truth to that, the more accurate reality was that you both missed each other terribly.
So when he finally returned after landing a high-paying jobâwhile you worked part-time as a cashier to cover rentâhe insisted on paying your rent, but you turned him down.
The relationship seemed perfect, especially with his visit after what felt like two long years apart. But everything changed when you accidentally glanced at his phone. A text from a number with a heart emoji as a name read, âIs my baby fine?â In that moment, the realization hit you hard: the person you thought was your boyfriend was cheating on you.
âSO YOU CHEATED?!â you shouted as soon as you heard him enter the apartment. Anton, always the goofy one, jumped back in surprise at your furious tone and asked, feigning ignorance, âIâm not sure what you're talking about.â
âThe message!â you ground out through clenched teeth, pointing at his phone, which he had mistakenly left behind.
As understanding seemed to dawn on him, he cursed under his breath and then smiled, which only confused you more. Why was he smiling? Shouldnât he be trying to explain himself? Did those years together not mean anything to him?
Then he stepped closer, and instinctively, you took a step back until your back hit the wall of your apartment. His hands cupped your face as he said, âHmm⌠Why would you trust the text so much? The âbabyâ wasnât me. The âbabyâ was her dog, the one she asked me to take care of for a while.â
You didnât buy it, so you pressed on, âOh really? Then why does her username have a heart?â
He paused for a moment but answered without hesitation, even though you glared at him. âWell, maybe because thatâs my mom?â
Processing that, your eyes widened. It actually made a sick sort of sense. The woman in the profile picture looked significantly older and bore some resemblance to Anton. Now you found yourself in a strange situation, filled with doubt.
You had just confronted your longtime boyfriend, your heart racing at the thought of betrayal, all sparked by a simple text while he gently held your face in his hands. âIâm sorry,â he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity.
âIâm hurt, but Iâll find it in my heart to forgive you. I could never cheat on you, Y/N,â he reassured, resting his forehead against yours, the warmth of his skin anchoring you in that moment.
It took you back to when your love was fresh and innocent, when you were just seventeen, lost in each otherâs world. Those years apart felt like an eternity, and as you closed your eyes, you longed for the sweetness of his touch, the electric thrill of his lips on yours.
The kiss deepened, a beautiful melody played by your lips as you moved together in perfect sync. He pulled away just enough to catch his breath before diving back in, his tongue tracing gentle patterns that sent shivers down your spine.
You felt the rhythm of your tongues entwining, a lovely exploration you had only ever dreamed of. You had talked about waiting for one another, yet now you felt the exhilarating unknown of your connection. His hands traveled up your shirt, igniting tingles on your skin, and as he broke the kiss to rest his forehead against yours, the world around you faded away.
âCan I touch you more?â he asked, his hands gliding under your shirt as he looked at you with such intensity and love, as if he had been waiting for this moment forever. The truth was, both of you were a bit inexperienced in this area, but letâs be honest, you both wanted to explore⌠so you nodded.
Before long, his hands were cupping your breasts beneath your shirt and bra. He was touching your bare skin. You could feel both of your breaths hitching; it was something new for the two of you after all.
You feel Anton's warm breath on your face as he leans in close, his lips softly brushing against yours in a tender kiss. "I can... really touch, right?" he murmurs, looking for your confirmation before pulling you closer, his strong arms wrapping around you. His tongue dances with yours as the kiss deepens, sending tingles through your body.
When you nod, he breaks the kiss, and his hands move with a swiftness that takes your breath away. Your shirt and bra are discarded in one smooth motion, leaving your bare skin exposed to his hungry gaze. His thumbs find your nipples, rubbing the sensitive buds until they harden into tight peaks. You can't help but let out a soft moan as waves of pleasure wash over you, your back pressed firmly against the wall.
Suddenly, you're airborne as Anton scoops you up in his arms, cradling you securely against his chest. A warm feeling envelops you, and you can't help but wish that at least one of you had some experience with this. "You don't mind, right?" he asks, his voice tinged with uncertainty as he lays you down gently on the bed.
"Yeah, but..." you trail off, a hint of nervousness creeping into your tone. "Do you know how to...? At least one of us should know what we're doing."
Anton crawls on top of you, his powerful body hovering over yours. He leans down, planting a soft kiss between the valley of your breasts before looking up at you from between them. A sheepish grin spreads across his face. "I may have watched some... for scientific purposes, of course," he adds with a playful wink.
His arousal is evident, a hardened bulge straining against the fabric of his pants. It brushes against your jeans, sending shivers through both of you.
Your eyes flutter shut as Anton unbuttons his pants, the sound of fabric sliding against fabric filling the room. He discards them on the floor, along with your own jeans, the cool air brushing against your now bare skin. His large hand envelops your smaller one, guiding it towards his clothed bulge. You both hitch a breath as your fingers make contact, his arousal evident beneath the thin fabric.
"See what you do to me?" he whispers, his voice low and husky with need. You swallow hard, your heart thumping in your chest as he pushes his boxers down, and you see him, all hard and long, your eyes widening as a deep blush spreads across your cheeks at the exposed sight of him, vulnerable to you.
"Baby, you wanna put it in or do I?" he asks, unapologetic and direct, his tone incredulous. You squirm under him and look away, embarrassment exuding like a palpable scent.
"That's not quite. decent," you mumble, your voice barely more than a whisper.
Anton chuckles, a low, rich sound that sends shivers down your spine. "For what we're about to do, I don't think we should care about being decent," he says with a raised brow and a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as your clothes join his on the floor.
Again, his hand bumps against yours to move it to his bare cock. You can feel every ridge and vein beneath your fingertips, the heat of his skin searing against your own. Your shyness returns, but there's no denying the effect your touch has on him. He groans and his hips bulge slightly as your hand is constricted around his length.
"Have you never slept with anyone?" you ask, a note of skepticism creeping into your voice because of how confident he seemed. He shakes his head, the dark locks falling across his forehead.
"It's because I love you and I trust you," he breathes, words stuttered over a guttural curse as your hand tightens its grip. "Fuck.â
Your grip tightens on the shoulder of Anton as his cock teases your wetness, the head slapping lightly against your pussy. He lets out a sigh as that anticipation builds between you and him. "I am going to put it in," he whispers, his gaze searching yours for any sign of disapproval. Finding none, he slowly pushes forward, the tip of his cock breaching your entrance.
A shiver of agony rips across you as your cherry is broken, drops of blood trickling down into your pussy. Tears well up from your squeezed eyes, your body tensing against this strange sensation. Anton buries his face in the crook of your neck, his own breathing in ragged gasps. "Itâh-hurtsâ" your voice cracks, the words barely audible.
He lifts his head, his eyes meeting yours as he asks, "Should I pull out?" Despite the guilt etched on his face, you shake your head stubbornly. "No, I want to do it." Your walls clench around him, your body instinctively trying to accommodate his size.
Anton takes a sharp breath of air. He waits a few moments before pushing deeper. A scream tears from your throat, your body arching off the bed as he sheathes himself fully inside you. Tears stream down your face, and he leans down, capturing your lips in a tender kiss as he stills, allowing you to adjust to the intrusion.
"This is good, right? You're not scared now. are you?" he whispers against your lips, his hips rocking gently, your body slowly relaxing as it grows accustomed to the stretch.
"Mm." is all you can say, your mind dazed by the shocks of the sensations. His cock spasms inside you, and you and he are suddenly acutely aware of the crimson stain spreading across the sheets. Concern flickers in his eyes, but he knows this is normal, a testament to your lost innocence.
"It's okay, baby. It's supposed to hurt a little the first time," Anton reassures you, his voice soft and soothing. He kisses your tears away, his lips trailing along your cheek and down your neck. "I've got you. We'll go slow."
He starts to move, his hips rocking gently against yours, easing you into the rhythm. Each thrust sends a wave of pleasure mixed with discomfort, your body struggling to adapt to the foreign sensation of being filled so completely.
"Breathe, Y/N. In and out," he coaches, his own breathing ragged as he fights to maintain control. "Tell me how it feels. If it's too much, I'll stop."
You whimper, your nails digging into his shoulders as you try to focus on the instructions. "I-It's intense," you manage, your voice trembling. "But don't stop. I want to feel all of you."
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slasher reactions to you being hit on 1
michael myers:
yeah no theyre already dead lets just establish that. we all know
he follows you everywhere, he sees everything.
so when he sees someone flirting with you, god help them (HA) if you look the slightest bit upset, nah, gone
you're at home and look up to see him covered in blood as..he usually is, but you tilt your head (as if you were even curious)
"it was that weirdo who hit on me, wasn't it?" you got a silent stare in response.
sighing, you got up and patted his chest. "thanks."
you're closely followed through the house for the rest of the night, and you sigh
is he jealous..? ah, hell.
"michael, i love you, only you." you pat his chest, and he seems to relax. "okay?" he nods a bit and brushes your cheek.
art the clown:
i know i just said it but good GOD that person is DEAD theyre SO DONE
art is possessive and wont tolerate people even looking at you weird. youve had to hold him back bc he thought someone gave you a dirty look a few times
whoever hit on you is slaughtered in minutes, probably right in front of you, depending on where you are
if they are absolutely torn to shreds by the clown while you watch, and said person isn't dead yet, art will hold you close and/or kiss you with a glare on his face as if to say "Mine!" as his vic fades out
he will turn to you and grin his weird little grin afterwards, hugging you close. aww. ...blood is getting on you.
herbert west:
seethes quietly at first. who is this plebeian? this moron? you are HIS. obviously.
he grabs your hand and keeps glaring, and he has a strong, cold glare for such a mouse of a man
he gets fed up, fast, and stands up, clearing his throat. "they are SPOKEN for," his eyes sharp, his hand still grasping yours.
not wanting to deal with that kinda works for him in some situations. he looks, presents, and sounds difficult as hell. and..he is
any jokes or remarks about him or his appearance dont phase him. his self confidence is strong, and he doesnt really care about the opinions of others about himself...well. he kind of cares about yours. maybe a lot.
able to talk so much he chases people off. amazing
will be on high alert for similar interactions (or any interactions when you are involved) for a while afterwards. jealous streak. its mostly quiet, unless someone openly flirts with you again.
pyramid head:
death.
billy lenz:
immediately insecure when you mention it. panic.
someone flirted with you?! what? why cant they be closer so he can stab their eyes out-
calms down after you tell him you hated it, though, and kiss him
needs reassurance every five minutes, but it's okay.
play with his hair. it makes him feel better.
brahms heelshire:
the deliveryman flirted with you a bit...too much. you were clearly uncomfortable. you shut the door and sighed shakily each time. he noticed.
brahms nestled up to you at bedtime, stroking your hair. "I dislike the new deliveryman, y/n." You nodded.
you knew he was a killer, you knew he would...kill for you. you bit your lip as you fell asleep to his heat behind you.
the next delivery day you held your own hand and sighed, but jumped a bit as brahms came out. he looked down at you, motioning you to open the door.
you shook but nodded, opening the door to the same creep that hit on you last time. you did your exchange. here we go..
"Come in for some tea?" you asked, getting an enthusiastic response. He came in, not seeing Brahms.
You flinched as your Brahms slammed a knife into the delivery's neck. But settled. You ran to him, nudging his mask to kiss his cheek. He purred.
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Requesting Noah x reader where the reader experiences post partum depression after giving birth to their newborn baby girl.
Post partum depression is no joke and something so many women, including myself, have had to deal with. I wish it on no new mom. But, when you have a good partner who supports you entirely, it makes all the differenceđĽ°
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I held her in my arms like she was the most valuable thing in the world. To me she was. She was my daughter. She was the best part of me and her mother put together, a treasure created out of pure love.
I looked over at my wife, watching as she delivered the remaining proof of her pregnancy, feeling nothing but pride and respect for her. What I had just witnessed in the last thirteen hours was nothing short of an absolute miracle.
I had no idea how difficult it was for a woman to give birth until now. The strength and resilience I saw in her made me see her and all women in a whole new light. It was an indescribable yet incredible feeling.
She looked up at me, smiling her beautiful yet exhausted smile. She looked completely different now; she was a mother. I grinned back, offering her our daughter and gently laid her on her chest when she said yes.
"Noah, she has your nose and your eyes," my wife gushed, kissing our little girl's rosy forehead.
"She really does, doesn't she?" I marveled, unable to hide my grin. I kissed my wife's forehead, praising her over and over for what she went through for us. I had what I'd always wanted. I had my family.
Days after we came home were a struggle. The nights were sleepless, the days exhausting. The constant feeding and changing diapers was a lot of work I wasn't prepared for. But neither was my wife.
She started crying more than usual. At first, it was simple little tears, but then there were days where those tears lingered all day and sometimes into the night, too. They would lead into spurts of her doubting her ability to be a mother and caring for our baby the way she needed to be cared for.
That's when she would say things like, "Our daughter does better when I'm not around. Maybe it's for the best", or "I just want to disappear. All of this is too much."
I knew she was exhausted, not mentally prepared for any of this, so I did my best to help take the burden off her shoulders, hoping it would help. Sometimes it did, but most of the time I think it only made things worse.
A few weeks went by, and things began to mellow out some; with our daughter at least. We got into a routine and a schedule of sleep, making the nights more bearable.
But my wife would still have her spouts of irritability, sometimes waking up and starting things for no reason. It was usually over little things like dishes or clothes, but then it started to become bigger. She accused me of not being home enough and not helping out enough which would always end with her falling apart and crying again. It broke me.
I didn't know what to do, except hold her and tell her everything was going to be okay, even though I wasn't so sure.
I would watch her during feedings and how she seemed distant from our baby, looking away, never making that mother to baby eye contact I read about in the "What to Expect When Your Wife is Expanding" book Jolly bought me for my first "father's day". She was physically there, but not mentally.
Days after our daughter turned a month old, I came home to find her sitting on the couch in the living room, staring into nothing. She had the most distant spaced out look on her face, her eyes completely void of anything.
"Baby, are you alright?" I gently shook her. She finally snapped out of whatever daze she was in, shaking her head.
"Noah," smiling weakly at me.
"Baby, I'm really worried about you. You're not looking or acting like yourself," I finally admitted to her.
"I feel okay," she said weakly.
"When was the last time you ate?" I brushed some loose hair out of her eyes, running my hand down her cheek.
She thought for a moment then shrugged.
"Come on, I sighed, taking her hand and pulling her towards the kitchen. That's when the baby monitor went off, signaling our little girl was awake.
"Why don't you go get her, and I'll make us something to eat." My wife shook her head.
"No, you get her. She wants her daddy."
Letting go of my hand she made her way into the kitchen, leaving me in a bit of shock. I thought this was the worst of it, but I didn't know how much worse it could get.
Sex was out of the question. Not just for the first six weeks of course, but even past that. She closed herself off to me, not wanting me to touch her or be around her. It got to the point that she was sleeping on the couch and whenever I came into the room she would leave. I didn't understand any of it.
I eventually had to stay home from the studio and recording with the guys, having everyone bring everything to my house because I was too scared to leave her and the baby alone. Something was off with my wife, and I couldn't figure it out. I was taking it personally, thinking that the end of us had come and what was meant to be the happiest time in our lives was now becoming the hardest and most hurtful. I was done. I couldn't go through with it anymore.
One night, after our little one fell asleep after her feeding, my wife laid her in her bassinet then turned to leave the room.
"Don't leave. Please. Just stay with me for a minute," I asked, trying not to sound too desperate.
She turned and looked at me with tears in her eyes.
All the color was gone from her beautiful face, her complexion dull. Her hair, normally shiny and in her wavy ponytail, was unkept, piled high on the top of her head in a messy bun. Her sleep clothes were the same ones she'd worn for almost a week.
This was nothing but a shell of my wife and it killed me seeing her this way.
"Come sit with me, baby, please," patting the bed next to me. At first she hesitated, but then, surprisingly, she came and partially sat on the bed.
I tucked her hair behind her ear, smiling at her when she looked at me so sadly. I leaned in to kiss her, slowly so as to not startle her, and felt relieved when she kissed me back. Her hands found the back of my neck, twisting the longer pieces of hair at the nape of it. Her touch sent shivers down my spine. I was longing for her in ways I didn't even realize.
"I miss you," I confessed, placing my forehead to hers and holding her head between my hands.
"I know," she sniffed and I wiped away the tears that slid down her cheeks with the pads of my thumbs.
"I miss you, too, Noah."
"Then talk to me," I whispered, "tell me what you're feeling. Even if you can't make sense out of it. Just tell me anyway. I'll listen."
And she did.
I ran a hot bubble bath and for the first time in months I held my wife's beautiful naked body against mine, listening as she told me everything she had been going through.
I washed her hair, scrubbed her back, and helped her shave her legs, and in return, she gave me the best sex I'd had in a while.
Watching her face as she came on my cock buried up inside her made me cum, the feeling taking us both to a higher place we hadn't been in a while. It was euphoric.
Once out of the bath and fully dressed, she checked on our little angel still fast asleep, and for the first time since we brought her home, I watched the brightest, sweetest smile grace my wife's face as she looked down on her. It made my heart swell with joy.
We discovered that night, after some slight research that what she was experiencing was called postpartum depression.
It's something most new mother's get, some more extreme than others. We weren't throwing all our eggs into the basket of self diagnosis, but she promised to call her doctor the next morning and schedule an appointment.
Seven months old. Time flies when you're having fun. I watched my wife as she attempted to feed our angel sweet potatoes for the first time. Surprisingly, she liked them. A quarter of the jar later and we had a happy, sleepy little baby.
I cleaned her up and handed her to mama as she willingly and lovingly took her and cradled her just the way she liked it. With some warm milk, a soft blanket, and mama's arms, our little girl was out like a light.
My wife looked up at me, smiling brightly. She was herself again and there was no better feeling than to see her return. With a mild medication and a little therapy, postpartum depression slowly made its way out of our lives, restoring to me the woman I loved.
She apologized, over and over, time and time again, but I always reminded her there was nothing to apologize for. None of it was ever her fault.
"Thank you for sticking it out with me, Noah. Thank you for not running away."
I took her hand and kissed it, rubbing her growing belly carrying baby Davis number two. Now that we knew what to mostly expect, this little gem would be easier to handle.
"For better or for worse, Princess. You've got me and them, forever."
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Marshmallow lover | B.B & S.R
>> Bucky comes home from a mission, flashbacks are brought back. But luckily you know what Bucky needs to clam down. Not only you and Steve but also hot chocolate. <<
Pairing: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes Ă Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x Girlfriend!Reader
Wordcount: 2.852 Words
Warnings: poly-relationship, m/m/f, established relationship, anxiety/panic, mention of punching), nicknames (babydoll, princess, majesty), fluff
Authors Note: Reposted because I accidentally deleted the other one. Dedicated to @mercurial-chuckles. Cause you asked for Stucky, hehe. I had another idea but I just haven't had enough motivation or ideas to write it. So I hope you like that one anyway. Divider made by me.
Events: Stucky Bingo [SB6010 | B3 | Writing Format: second person + November Prompt: Home I @stuckybingo], Steve Rogers Bingo [SB4054 | C3 | Free Space | @steverogersbingo]
Masterlist | Stucky x Reader Masterlist
It was one of these early winter days, where the weather wasn't too cold but you could already feel the breeze the winter was bringing with itself. The air was cool; your hands would have been ice blocks already, but luckily your boyfriend was holding one of them, and the other has been stuck in your pocket since the two of you left the house.
Actually, the two of you thought about staying home until Bucky came home â from the mission â in the evening. But when Bucky told you that he wouldn't be home before the late evening, Steve decided to force you in a loving way to go shopping with him. He knew you loved decoration, so it was the best opportunity to make you leave the house and have some fun with him. Otherwise, you would have sat in the hallway, watching the front door until Bucky walked inside.
It happened once, and both of your men made sure that they would distract you if the other one was on a mission and came home late. Of course, they understood why you acted like that; it was weird to have one of you not in bed at night or missing at the table during meals. Even watching television was different if one of them was on a mission â which didn't happen often anymore.
But after the last time you refused to leave the spot in the hallway unless you had to use the bathroom, Steve took you shopping this time. And luckily, he managed to get your mind off of the fact that Bucky could be injured when he came home. Even though you seemed distracted, Steve felt a little restless; he knew you felt the same, but he just hoped the decoration was distracting enough for you. Little did he know that you hoped the same for him, because deep down, you wanted to return home to make sure that Bucky was fine once he came home. But you tried to calm yourself; Bucky could call you once he was home, and he could take care of himself for a bit too. Plus, he sometimes even enjoyed having a moment just for himself after some missions.
When you had some items you wanted and were happy with, you and Steve made your way back home. It was just a short walk, but the later it got, the colder it was. You were shivering, and Steve's strong arm around your waist and his muscular body pressed against your side didn't help much to warm you up. âYou know, my tooth...â you chuckled softly, moving them inside your shoes even though you didn't really feel them because of the cold anymore. âThey are pretty cold. Guess they would fall off if I bumped them.â
âThen we get you home pretty fast. Don't want your toes to fall off. Bucky wouldn't like that either," Steve joked, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your hair. The two of you didn't talk much; there was no need. It was just the closeness to one another, the happiness and love that you felt whenever you were close to your boyfriends. So you just walked quietly along the streets with him, the sky slowly darkening, and you were glad you were almost home already.
After a few more minutes of walking, you finally walked into the warm house. It was almost a burning feeling on your skin, and you hissed softly. Steve had to shove you into the house, or else you would probably have walked backwards and out of the warmth back into the cold. He chuckled behind you, his calloused hands holding you by your waist before pushing you further into the hallway so he was able to close the door behind you.
âIt's warm, isn't it? Maybe itâs because you're surrounded by such hot men.â Steve laughed softly, taking your jacket, before he took off his own jacket and shoes. You narrowed your eyes when you walked further into your house, looking around to find Bucky. You were sure he was home; his shoes were in the hallway where they belonged. But instead of your boyfriend coming immediately to greet the two of you, he was nowhere to be seen. Steve's voice interrupted your thoughts before you could even start to worry. âMaybe he's in the bedroom; he loves showers after a mission. While you look for him, I'm gonna make some hot chocolate for us.â
You nodded, pecking Steve's lips softly, before you turned away to walk to your shared bedroom. You didn't hear any noises, neither the shower nor Bucky looking through the wardrobe to find something comfortable to wear. You tried as best as you could to not worry about him. Bucky was sometimes pretty quiet, especially after missions. It was almost like he had to get used to home again to know he wasn't on a mission any longer.
The door of your bedroom was almost closed, but you saw a little part of the bed, the small bedside table, and a hint of something else â feet. Or it was more the toes that were curled, like they were the only part that was holding him grounded. You pushed the door open, looking to the side where Bucky was sitting. Your eyes widened as you saw him curled up into himself. His knees were pressed against his chest, his hands properly bruising his skin already, while his eyes were unfocused. Bucky was just staring into the air with a fearful expression on his handsome face.
You slowly walked closer to him, unsure what to do. Sweat was running down his forehead; even his hair was sweaty, and his clothes were stuck to him like a second skin â soaked in sweat. You're not sure how long he was sitting there like that; his teeth gritted, his jaw clenched, and you noticed his other muscles being more visible than usual through his clothes. Bucky was tense like he was still in a fight, and in a certain way he was â but instead of fighting against some people like Hydra, he was fighting his own battle with himself, with his fear in his mind.
âBucky?â You asked softly, your voice just above a whisper when you kneeled down in front of him. There was still some distance, so he wasn't able to reach you if he would punch or kick. You have seen Steve in such situations with Bucky before; he had to take the one or another punch already â which caused Bucky to feel even more guilty after. But Steve always assured him that it's not as bad as it looks and that it would never change anything about the way he feels for Bucky or sees his boyfriend. And even though he never hurt you, Bucky was always sorry that you had to see him struggling so much with his nightmares and flashbacks from the past â you never judged him; you only loved him more when he couldn't love himself.
Bucky didn't react when you called him by his name. His fingers only tightened around his legs. You wanted to reach out, but you know you shouldn't. Bucky once had his hand around Steve's throat the moment his fingertips brushed along his lover's leg. And you knew Steve was stronger than you; he had struggled to get the other super soldier off of him, so you were pretty sure Bucky would crash you before you could even call for Steve. And both told you to never call Steve for help; they trust and love you, but they were too worried about you â and Bucky would never be okay with himself again if he would hurt you. And you understood it.
After another time calling him by his name but getting no answer, you sigh softly. Tears slowly formed in his eyes, rolling down his cheeks, and everything inside of you screamed to wipe them away, to pull him into you, but you were too afraid to scare him even more. So, you decided to make the only thing that came as an alternative solution to your mind â Steve.
From the time you walked into the bedroom to the moment you got up to walk to the door and shout for Steve, only a few minutes passed. But for you, it felt like at least twenty minutes, not being able to help Bucky and not wanting to leave his side while you tried to come up with something that could help without Steve's help.
You opened the door of your shared bedroom a bit more, looking out into the hallway. âSteve!â You shouted, earning immediately a soft âYes.â from him. He was still making the hot chocolate, but he was worried the moment you shouted his name instead of coming into the kitchen with Bucky. âIâI need you here. Or Bucky needs you... WE NEED YOU.â
Steve would have chuckled about your wording, but he knew that this wasnât a situation to laugh about. He immediately turned off everything that could burn. His footsteps were loud and heavy when he walked to your shared bedroom. He noticed you looking out of the door, narrowing his eyes when he didn't see Bucky close to you. The big grump was actually holding you close, hugging, carrying, or kissing you the whole time. But right now, it was only you who waited for him to come to the bedroom.
"Where's Buck? Are you okay? Did he⌠What's wrong?â Steve asked, not even letting you a moment to answer. You brought your hand to his cheek, stroking it softly before giving him a slight, soft smile. He knew you didn't feel like you tried to show, but he knew you did it to calm the two of you down. It wouldn't help any of you to freak out or be more worried. After a moment, you take your hand away, taking a step to the side, and letting Steve walk into the room.
âHe doesn't react when I talk to him. I-I don't know what I can do, but you... You trailed off, watching Steve's eyes widen as he saw your boyfriend looking like a lost puppy. You watched him walk over to Bucky, pulling you with him before Steve pushed you to sit down on the bed, and he kneeled down in front of Bucky. Steve was way closer than you were earlier, and you pulled your knees up, hugging them while you watched your boyfriends intensely. âYou know what to do, right?â
Steve nodded, smiling softly. He turned his head back to Bucky, placing his hand on the brown-haired man's knees. Bucky hissed; his metal hand shot up to place a punch into Steve's pretty face, but he caught Bucky's hand. Steve held Bucky's hand tightly, trying to force his hand back down, and after a moment it even worked. You watched them with slightly parted lips; when did Steve find out how to catch Bucky's hand â especially his metal hand?
âBuck, it's me. It's Steve. You're home; do you hear me?â Steve asked, his voice soft. He ran his thick fingers slowly up and down the side of Bucky's thigh. He leaned a bit closer; his other hand was still holding Bucky's metal hand, and you wonder if Bucky was trying to punch him with his other hand but he didn't. âYou're home, with me and our princess. You know, your babydoll.â
Bucky gasped softly, his eyes wider than before. His hands made grabbing motions, and Steve smiled softly, feeling Bucky being less tense than he was just a moment ago. Steve let go of his boyfriend's metal hand, using his hand to wipe away some sweat from Bucky's forehead.
âHi, Buck,â he chuckled. Bucky slowly calmed down, noticing his surroundings. Bucky was slowly letting go of his legs, stretching them slowly between Steve's legs while his head fell forward against Steve's shoulder. âYou're home; we are home. We got ya. Scared our princess a bit.â
âMy babydoll?â Bucky's voice was hoarse and quiet, but Steve understood him anyway. He slowly nodded, caressing Bucky wet strands. Steve then turned his head to you, nodding at Bucky and mouthing that he just asked for you before he even asked anything else. âMy babydoll, my Stevie.â
âWeâre here, Buck. Do you want her to come closer as well, or do you need a moment?â Steve asked softly. He knew â you both knew â that Bucky was still pretty shaken up and that he could use some time to calm down or that he needed to feel the two of you, to smell the two of you, and to see the two of you to calm down completely.
Since the brown-haired man didn't really trust his voice, he only lifted his hand, making a grabby hand into the direction of the bed where you were still sitting. His other hand was interlaced with Steves, holding him close to Bucky. You slowly moved down from the bed; your knees were cracking softly when you stretched them out, and Steve laughed softly.
âThought we were old, but you're cracking just like we do,â he told you, smirking before he moved a bit to the side to make space for you in front of Bucky. You rolled your eyes, moving closer to Bucky, but before you could have even said anything or moved another inch, he pulled you into his lap. You were straddling his thick thighs, your chest pressed against his.
Bucky hid his face in the crock of your neck, pulling Steve against his side so the two of you â the two people he loved the most, who meant everything to him â were as close as possible to him. After a moment of comfortable silence, he lifted his head. He was still sweaty, but his ocean blue eyes were brightened, and the sparkle you and Steve loved so much were visible again. A soft smile was tugging at Bucky's lips, causing you to smile as well. He leaned closer, pecking your lips before he did the same with Steve, sighing softly.
âHi,â he chuckled, resting his head on your shoulder once again. âMissed you two. Do I smell hot chocolate?â
Both you and Steve laughed softly. When it came to hot chocolate, especially with marshmallows, you had to be faster than Bucky, or else he â accidentally â drank everything before you even reached the kitchen.
âMhm, itâs probably cold again, but I can warm it up while you get a shower, sweaty,â Steve teased, using the nickname on purpose instead of âsweetyâ. Bucky rolled his eyes, growling softly, but he then nodded. Steve wasn't wrong; he felt like he had already taken a shower, but this time with his own sweat. âWe got some marshmallows, and our princess got a lot of decorations.â
You nodded; your eyes lit up as you opened your mouth to start and explain what you got and why you got it. Bucky chuckled, loving your excitement. But he wanted you to show him and explain it while the three of you would be sitting wrapped up in a blanket on the couch with hot chocolate and marshmallows. So he pressed his lips onto yours before you could even start to tell him more about it.
âBut I'm taking my babydoll to take a shower with me,â Bucky grumbled, and there he was again. Your Bucky, the love of your and Steveâs lives who never let go of you, who needed to be close to you, needed to kiss you and just show you all the love and affection. Of course, he did the same with Steve too, but he had another task, so it was you who was going to join him in the shower. âPlus, need her to wash my hair. Feels so much better when she massages the shampoo into my hair with her soft hands.â
âOf course you do,â Steve chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to Bucky and then your forehead before he got up to get the chocolate ready. Bucky opened his mouth, but Steve turned around, smirking at him. âYeah, with as many marshmallows as you wish, my majesty.â
âGood boy.â Bucky grinned at Steve, who suddenly blushed and turned away. âMission completed, making Stevie blush. Now, my next mission is to get you into the shower with me. Mhm, missed you. I love you so much, babydoll. And you too, Steve, I know you're standing in the hallway.â
âI love you too,â you say in unison with Steve, who then made his way down the hallway back to the kitchen. Bucky got up, keeping you in his arms before he walked with you to the bathroom, getting the two of you into the shower. It wasn't just cleaning him; it was a lot more Bucky being possessive and touch-starved, and you were his solution â you were gladly his way to get touches and be happy when it meant kisses, hugs, soft touches, and all the compliments you loved so much to hear from your boyfriends.
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Alright, there's something I'd like to talk about, and let's come at it with an open mind. When Season one of Arcane ended I was 99% sure that Mel was not going to make it to this season. I was praying for every kind of miracle that could happen just to keep that beautiful goddess on screen but she was the first line of contact for that bomb.
Now that everything has been revealed, I want to talk about that bomb.
Ironically, Season two episode one starts with the exact same shine of gold that ended season one.
See, season one:
Season two:
And when the smoke clears we can see her leaning really close to Jayce, like she got blasted towards him.
Now, looking at the seat arrangements from Season one, I can actually see it a lot better now that I'm taking a second look. We can see that she is standing directly in the line of fire, Jayce is standing to her left and Viktor is sitting in his chair, Jayce's chair. Just about everyone sitting by her right died, Salo is sitting furthest away from the blast, opposite her. He probably saw it just a few seconds before she did.
And when she wakes up, all groggy and out of focus, her hands are on his shoulder. They been there, she did not just put them there, she already had her hands on him. Protecting him.
But what I really want to pay attention to, is the look on Mel's face when she and Jayce take in the damage.
The entire place burned down. Realistically, not a single person should have survived that, especially not unharmed.
Then the damage starts sinking in (Don't look at Jayce, look at Mel):
Look at Mel, as they look around the room of injured Councillors.
Jayce is panicking, full on panicking, he's had his nerves rattled, he's never seen anything like this (unlike Mel who, if the audience remembers, grew up in Noxus). And the sweetest thing is how she follows him around, trying to comfort him, while he's trying to shake Cassandra awake.
And she stays right there by his side, until her mother pulls her away (foreshadowing about their duties pulling them apart perhaps?)
Now, imagine you were in the middle of a disaster, a terrible disaster, and you had the power to save every single person in that room, but you did not know this because no one ever bothered once telling you that you had powers. However, in that moment, you did indeed save one person, without knowing, without even thinking. Who did Mel save?
She saved Jayce. (The craziest thing about that.....is that.... Viktor was literally right beside him. He was right beside Jayce OMG đđ).
Watching this scene, I cannot imagine the amount of guilt that threatened to swallow Mel whole ever0y time she saw the aftermath of what happened and a small part of her brain would nag her that she could have prevented it, that she could have protected Jayce's friend.
So why Jayce? Why ONLY Jayce?
"Because she loves him."
Obvious answer, two plus two equals four, but this is Arcane we're talking about, there is more to this simple equation and it is plain to see in their reactions in the aftermath.
Jayce is devastated. He is new to war, he does not know shit about it, it scares him to see all the people that he respects flattened like they are nothing. The Piltover Council means something to Jayce.
To Mel, they are colleagues. They are.... people with names and faces and power. They are people she would help on a normal day, but at the first sign of danger she clung to one person.
Jayce was Viktor's first friend, and he was Mel's too. He was the first person to tell her that she was not crazy. The first person to strangely believe in her dreams, to pour out affection not out of arrogance but genuine care that he was not ashamed or even hesitant to show her. He fought for peace when she began to doubt. When she felt unstable, his naivete and pure heart steadied her.
Mel loved Jayce. Loved him so much that she did not freak out when he was tweaking cause of the Arcane. So much that she fought for him when he was getting outright dominated by his ex. đđ And while it is not the space shattering world changing soul bonded union of javik, I think it is beautiful that Mek loved Jayce.
I think it's ironic that the brotherly love that people keep trying to achieve with Jayce and Viktor was represented so well with Jayce and Mel. I think it's iconic that a male and female character that banged on screen can go their separate ways without a dramatic breakup and without losing the entirety of their care for one another (cause some of it was definitely damaged after their individual trauma).
What I'm trying to say is that Mel loved Jayce. The love was there. Call it romantic or platonic or whatever but she cared about him more than she cared about anyone in that room when that bomb went off.
And it just twists something in my heart....that Jayce was so loved by the two people that meant so much to him. That he gave all of his heart out and they gave everything back because of how selfless his love was. Everyone says Viktor and Mel are out of Jayce's league but they both keep putting him first. (â Tâ Tâ ) They just cannot resist that all encompassing love of his. It saved Viktor, and it saved Mel who finally found her truth, and lost him to find it.
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pairing : daryl dixon x reader warnings : fluff, slight hurt / comfort wc : 1.7k a/n : little filler fic while i write my logan series :3
the first time it happened, neither of you really knew how. Â
it was late, the fire burned low, and most of the group had already shuffled off to bed. you were sitting across from daryl, neither of you talking much, just existing in the shared quiet that came easier than most things did nowadays. the crackle of embers filled the silence between you, soft and soothing. Â
you glanced at him, his face half-lit by the dying light, shadows carving out the planes of his features. his posture was as rigid as ever, shoulders tight, hands fidgeting with the frayed edge of his shirt sleeve. he caught your gaze and raised a brow, muttering, âwhat?â Â
ânothing,â you said quickly, shaking your head. âjust⌠you look like you havenât slept in days.â Â
his scoff was soft. âlook whoâs talkinâ.â Â
you couldnât argue with that. sleep had been a luxury lately, the kind of thing you thought about wistfully but rarely indulged in. the weight of exhaustion pressed heavy on you both, worn into your bones, but neither of you made a move to head inside. Â
âguess weâre both a mess,â you murmured. Â
his lips twitched into something that wasnât quite a smile but close enough. âyeah. guess so.â Â
you fell silent again, but the stillness wasnât uncomfortable. it was⌠familiar. in a way, it felt like company - good company - was the only thing holding you together some nights. eventually, the fire died down completely, and the chill of the night crept in. Â
you rubbed your arms, shivering a little. darylâs eyes flicked to you briefly before he stood up, muttering, âcâmon. itâs cold.â Â
you blinked at him. âwhat?â Â
âyou stay out here, youâre gonna freeze,â he said, already heading towards the small cabin the group had claimed for the night. Â
you followed him inside, mostly out of confusion, and found yourself lingering as he dropped onto the cot heâd claimed earlier. his boots hit the floor with a dull thunk, and he looked over at you, brows furrowing. Â
âyou just gonna stand there?â Â
âwhere else am i supposed to go?â you asked, crossing your arms. Â
he huffed, shoving himself to the far side of the cot. âainât rocket science. thereâs room here.â Â
your eyes widened slightly. âyou want me to - â Â
âdidnât say i want nothinâ,â he interrupted, voice low. âjust figured youâd be better off not sleepinâ on the damn floor.â Â
there was no real way to argue with that, so you swallowed your hesitation and perched awkwardly on the edge of the cot. he didnât say anything, just rolled onto his side and pulled the blanket over himself. Â
you laid down slowly, keeping as much space between you as you could on the narrow cot. it was fine - quiet, awkward, but fine - until you started to drift off, and your hand brushed against his. Â
you tensed immediately, but he didnât move away. didnât say anything either. the warmth of his skin seeped into yours, grounding in a way you didnât know you needed. after a moment, you let your fingers curl slightly, brushing against his again. Â
he shifted just enough to press his palm against yours. Â
you fell asleep like that, hands barely touching, and woke up with his arm slung over your waist, your head tucked under his chin. Â
after that night, it happened more often than not. Â
you didnât talk about it - didnât need to. daryl wasnât the kind of man who used words to explain himself, and you werenât exactly great at starting conversations either. the first few nights, you both kept a respectful distance, careful not to overstep. but over time, the gaps closed. Â
he didnât pull away when your hand found his again. he didnât flinch when your head rested against his shoulder. and when his arm looped around your waist to pull you closer, you didnât hesitate to lean into him, letting his steady warmth soothe the ache in your chest. Â
it became routine. Â
no matter how long the day was or how much tension lingered between you during the hours of sunlight, when the night came, you ended up tangled together. neither of you really had to say it, but the need was mutual - silent and unspoken, but mutual. Â
one night, you found yourself tracing the faint scars on his forearm, your fingers light as a feather. he didnât stop you, just watched in silence. when you looked up at him, his gaze was unreadable, softer than youâd ever seen. Â
âwhat?â you whispered. Â
he shook his head, barely perceptible. ânothinâ.â Â
but his arm tightened around you, and he pulled you closer, his chin resting on the top of your head. you didnât press further. whatever he was thinking, he wasnât ready to share it yet, and that was okay. Â
because lying there, wrapped up in him, was enough.
the run had gone sideways before it even really started. Â
what was supposed to be a simple supply run had turned into a mess of bad luck and bad timing. walkers everywhere, collapsing buildings, and the kind of chaos that left your adrenaline buzzing long after youâd made it back to camp. Â
daryl hadnât let you out of his sight the whole time, his hand shooting out to grab your arm or yank you behind him whenever things got too close for comfort. not that you needed him to - years of surviving on your own had sharpened your instincts - but he didnât seem to care. Â
ânext time, yer stayinâ behind,â he grumbled as the two of you stumbled through the front gates, the night air heavy with tension. Â
âlike hell,â you shot back, wiping blood and grime off your face. Â
he glared, but the exhaustion in his eyes dulled the edge. âainât arguinâ with ya right now.â Â
fine by you. you were too tired to argue either, and the ache in your legs was proof enough that you needed rest. by the time you both trudged into the cabin, the rest of the group had settled down, their voices distant murmurs. Â
you kicked your boots off and dropped onto the cot without much thought, your body already anticipating the pull of sleep. daryl hovered for a moment, watching you with an unreadable expression before sitting down heavily beside you. Â
âyou okay?â he asked gruffly, his voice softer than usual. Â
âiâm fine,â you muttered, though your hands were still trembling slightly. Â
he didnât look convinced. âyou sure? looked like you were âbout to - â Â
âiâm fine, daryl.â you cut him off, sharper than you meant to. Â
his jaw tightened, but he didnât push further. instead, he let out a rough sigh and leaned back, his weight shifting the cot just enough that you felt it. Â
the silence stretched, heavy and awkward, until you finally broke it. Â
âyou didnât have to keep pulling me out of trouble, you know.â Â
he snorted, leaning down to untie his boots. âyeah, i did.â Â
you turned your head to look at him, confused. âwhy?â Â
he shrugged, like the answer was obvious. ââcause if somethinâ happened to ya, iâd lose my damn mind.â Â
the admission hung in the air between you, uncomfortably raw. you opened your mouth to respond, but no words came. instead, you shifted closer, hesitating for a moment before resting your hand on his arm. Â
he stilled, his eyes flicking down to where your fingers brushed against his skin. Â
âyou donât have to worry about me,â you said softly. âweâre both still here. thatâs what matters.â Â
he scoffed, though it lacked any real bite. âainât that simple.â Â
âwhy not?â Â
he turned his head to look at you, the shadows in his eyes deeper than youâd ever seen. ââcause it just ainât.â Â
your hand slid down his arm until your fingers found his, curling around them. his hand tensed briefly before relaxing, his grip tightening around yours like he was afraid to let go. Â
âyou donât have to carry everything alone, you know,â you whispered. Â
âainât got a choice,â he muttered, his voice low. Â
âyou do,â you said firmly, shifting closer until your forehead rested against his shoulder. âyouâve got me.â Â
for a moment, he didnât respond, the weight of your words pressing heavy against him. but then his free arm looped around your waist, pulling you into him in a way that felt both protective and vulnerable. Â
âyeah,â he said quietly. âguess i do.â Â
the tension in the room eased slightly, though the vulnerability lingered. you stayed like that for a while, your head on his shoulder, his arm around you, until the chill of the night seeped in and you both shifted to lie down. Â
as you settled against him, your head on his chest and his heartbeat steady beneath your ear, you felt the faint tremor in his hand as it rested on your back. Â
âyouâre shaking,â you murmured. Â
âainât nothinâ,â he muttered. Â
you didnât call him out on it, but you didnât pull away either. instead, you let your fingers trace idle patterns along his arm, your touch light but deliberate. Â
âdaryl,â you said after a long pause, your voice barely above a whisper. Â
âwhat?â Â
âi mean it. you donât have to do this alone. not anymore.â Â
his breath hitched slightly, and you felt him press his face into your hair, his grip on you tightening. Â
âainât used to this,â he admitted, his voice muffled. âdonât even know what the hell iâm doinâ half the time.â Â
you tilted your head up to look at him, your eyes searching his face. âyouâre doing fine.â Â
his lips quirked into the faintest hint of a smile. âthat so?â Â
âyeah,â you said, resting your head back against his chest. âbetter than fine, actually.â Â
he huffed softly, the sound somewhere between disbelief and relief. Â
âyouâre somethinâ else,â he muttered, his fingers brushing lightly along your spine. Â
you smiled against his shirt, the warmth of his words settling deep in your chest. âso are you.â Â
the two of you fell silent after that, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up to you both. but as you drifted off, tangled together in a way that felt more like home than anything else ever had, you couldnât help but think that maybe - just maybe - you were finally starting to understand what it meant to not be alone.Â
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Mom Friend - Kenma - part 3
Hinataâs dating someone.
He tells you first - at least thatâs what he claims when he knocks on your door that Sunday, asking to be let in.
Kenma had been right, after all. Hinata doesnât mind being mothered.
His girlfriend, one of the team's managers, doesnât mind mothering him.
âIâm happy for you,â you tell him, hugging him tight. âShould have seen that coming, really. Youâve always been giggling during the breaks.â
He blushes adorably. âWeâre going out as a group this Sunday. Are you coming?â
âSure,â you agree easily. Itâs different now. Easier.
-
The night is still warm, though you can smell the crispness of autumn. You bring a warmer jacket, unsurprised that you get to lend it out only five minutes after sitting down.
You sit in the corner, with an empty chair to your left. You donât think much about it until a shadow falls over your table.
Kenma is quiet as he slides out the chair, waves at everyone and sits down.
You donât make a fuss either and turn back to the conversation on your right, trying your best to forget about him.
Itâd be a lie to say you manage. His knee hits yours as he tries to find a comfortable position and though neither of you says anything, your eyes meet for the briefest moment.
Kiyoomi changes seats right after ordering and you know itâs just so he can talk to your friend sitting across from you, but if you donât want to butt into their conversation every five seconds you have no choice but to talk to Kenma.
âHowâs work?â You ask, twirling your glass between your fingers.
âGood. Yours?â
âGood.â
Silence settles over you. Kiyoomi says something about a movie he wanted to watch and you add that youâve seen it. The conversation moves onto your opinion about it before turning to something entirely else and your focus drifts again.
Kenmaâs staring at the tablecloth.Â
Itâs a little weird that heâs not playing on his phone.
âIs your battery dead?â
âNo,â he shakes his head.
âOh, okay.â
You wish you could just pull your own phone out and play around with it, but youâve always thought that a little bit rude, not to mention that the only book youâve got downloaded is pretty boring.
âThereâs a movie-â Kenma starts but cuts himself off when the server arrives with the first few plates of food.
Itâs easy not to talk as long as youâre eating. Just chew slowly, stare at the plate or smile at someone at the end of the table, ask them how theyâre enjoying their meal.
Soon, though, the plates are cleared again. Dessert is ordered, but that takes some time.
Your eyes trail over the flowers decorating the patio. The little path separating the tables. The edge of your table. Kenmaâs hands, pressed flat onto the tablecloth.
âYou were saying?â You ask, turning toward him. âAbout a movie?â
Relief washes over his face.
âItâs similar to the one we watched. Back in, uh, May, was it?â
âApril,â you correct him.
âRight.â He clears his throat awkwardly, folds his hands, and separates them again. Heâs nervous. âItâs not about the same game, but itâs very similar. You liked that last one, yeah?â
âIt was okay,â you agree quietly, thinking back. âThe ending was good.â
Kenma nods. His pupils are wide as he looks at you.
You canât help thinking back to that night in April, how you thought about the size of his pupils then. Did they tell the truth then? Or is it just nonsense you read somewhere?
âI was thinking about going to watch it,â he mutters. âI wanted to ask around⌠maybe you want to come?â
Time seems to stand still for a moment.Â
You want to turn, to check on the others, see if theyâre laughing, if theyâre in on a joke you donât get, if theyâre even here with you right now, or if youâre dreaming, but you canât move.
âSure,â you say because you donât know what else to say. âIf Iâm free.â
This time, Kenma doesnât look relieved. Maybe he wanted you to decline? You donât care enough. Though that is a lie and you know it.
You push yourself up from the table with an apologetic smile.
âI need the bathroom real quick,â you tell him, turn to your friend but sheâs still deep in conversation with Kiyoomi. âYou know what I ordered if it arrives before Iâm back.â
The toilet seat is cold, but you stay there longer than necessary.
It feels like a Deja Vu or your very own version of Groundhog Day.Â
âHe does not love you,â you tell yourself like a mantra until you can feel it settle in your bones.
Only then do you feel ready to go back.
- - -
The air is crisp, your cheeks sting from the wind. If air had a taste, you think it would taste like fresh soda, bubbling on your tongue.Â
Youâre still unsure if this is a good idea, even as you walk up to the cinema, the same one you went to last time.
You dressed comfortably and not to impress. As far as you know only a few people confirmed. Kenma, of course. Kuroo, too. Hinata and his girlfriend. And you.Â
Your phone buzzes in your pocket as you reach the front door, but you donât want to look at it yet.
Youâre early, it seems. Or maybe everyone canceled, just like last time.
You wait another minute before you pull out your phone.Â
Kuroo has to work longer. Hinataâs caught a stomach bug.
You wait for the next text, for Kenma to decline as well.
âHey.â
-
This time itâs you, head buried in your hoody, eyes on your phone.Â
Kenmaâs dressed well. He must have had a work meeting earlier, though you remember he often dresses in sweats for those as well.
But he did wear fancy pants to the hangout too, so it doesnât have to mean anything.
âEveryone canceled,â you tell him, raising your phone like it means something.
He nods and moves as if stretching out his hand before pushing it into the pocket of his blazer.
âIâm still going to watch the movie,â he points out, looking up at the sign above the door. âYou donât have to if you donât want to.â
You think about it for a second. Think about the last time you went in there with him. Nothing good came from it.
But youâre not scared of him. Nothing he can say will hurt more than what he said last time. And you survived that, right?
-
The movie isnât bad.Â
You know even less of this game, but it doesnât seem to matter. Theyâve built up the story well. It almost makes you forget that Kenma paid for the Popcorn sitting between the two of you, the giant basket he asked to share.
âI want the limited edition bucket,â he had explained, his eyes darting around. âBut I donât want to eat the whole thing by myself.â
You offered to pay for the drinks but heâd declined, quietly but firmly.
And now youâre sitting here and it feels like a date when it clearly isnât.
-
âDo you wanna eat something?â Kenma asks once you leave the cinema, dust your clothes off and get rid of the last remnants of popcorn and stray skittles.Â
You hesitate for a second.
âYou donât have to apologize.â
Kenmaâs face twists.
âIâm not-â
âOkay,â you nod to yourself. âSo why are you being so nice to me?â
He hesitates.
âCan we talk?â He scuffs his shoes on the linoleum floor. âSomewhere more private?â
You look at him for a while before you nod.
âSame as last time?â
He nods and you follow him out of the Cinema and down the street.Â
The wind is biting and you pull your jacket tighter around you.Â
A couple walks down the street, facing you. The girl shivers and the guy pulls her close. Kenma turns his head to look at you and you swallow around a lump in your throat.Â
As they pass, Kenma steps out of their way, careful not to bump into you.Â
It feels like a sign. You wish it didnât.
-
The warmth of the restaurant has you sniffling. Kenma finds a booth at the back and promises to order while you hit up the bathroom.
Your eyes are watery and your nose is red. You look like youâve cried.
No amount of cold water is going to save that so you leave it as is, blow your nose one last time, and go back. Your stomach is tight, your hands cold.
Kenmaâs looking at you as you walk over. His phone is not on the table.Â
Whatever he has to say must be important to him.
-
âDo you still have a crush on me?â
His voice is even, like heâs reading from the menu and it takes you a second to register the meaning of the words.
Your mouth opens, but you have no answer.
This time though, you donât look away. You hold his gaze, find anxiety darkening the gold in his eyes.
Eventually, you find your voice.
âWhy do you ask?â
âI-â He hesitates. âIâve been thinking about it. A lot.â
âOkay?â
âIâm sorry,â Kenma mutters and thereâs a weight to his words and to his gaze.Â
âOkay.â
He says nothing more for a while and you swallow around the questions in your throat. You donât want to ask them.Â
The food arrives and he stares down at it as if he forgot how to eat.
âItâs not going to be like it was before,â you eventually add when he makes no move to pick up his chopsticks.
âI know.â
âAnd yet you apologized.â
âItâs not just what I said,â he tells the table instead of you. âItâs how I said it.â
âIt hurt a lot.â
âI can only imagine.â
You sniffle. Itâs so silly that it makes you tear up again, the memory of it. But you canât help it.Â
âIt would have been okay, you know.â You tell him quietly. âIf you just⌠told me that you werenât interested. Why did you have to try and set me up with someone else?â
Kenma picks his chopsticks up and puts them down again.
âI wanted to make you happy.â
A dry laugh works its way out of your throat.
âThatâs not how you do that?â
âYeah,â he sighs. âI gathered that. Iâm⌠Iâve neverâŚâ He stops. âIâve never felt that way before.â
Something in the way he says it irks you.
âWhat way?â
A nervous blush works its way up his neck.
âProtective,â he mutters. âLike⌠I needed to make sure⌠That youâre happy. And you wouldnât have been happy⌠with me.â
Realization sinks in heavy and you gasp for air.
âDo you have a crush on me?â
âKuroo thought you might be into Shouyou,â Kenma tries to avoid your question. Heâs staring out the window too. âBecause you were always mothering him.â
âThatâs not the que-â
âYouâre like Kuroo, in that way,â Kenma adds on, as if heâs not hearing you. âSo I thought maybe youâd be happy with him, too. You could take care of each other. God knows Kuroo works too much. You do too. Always care too much about your coworker's needs. Or what your friends want. You bring extra water bottles and extra painkillers and a snack in case someone gets hungry and you remind them of their appointments-â
âKenma.â
He sinks into himself. Kenmaâs not tall, at least not compared to his friends. Heâs not sturdy or broad-shouldered or anything. Heâs just Kenma.
âI really messed up, didnât I?â Kenma asks, his eyes finding yours.Â
âYeah, you did.â
Quiet settles over you. But itâs not stifling or uncomfortable.
Instead, itâs the soft quiet of knowing the truth.
You straighten and pick up Kenmaâs chopsticks, press them into his hands.
âEat,â you tell him. âWe canât figure things out on an empty stomach.â
âFigure things outâŚâ He repeats, almost phrases it like a question. Almost.
âYeah,â you try a smile. âIf Iâve learned anything these past few months is that you canât get anything done without good communication. And I think weâre really mastering that today.â
His lips break into a shy smile and he starts to eat.
You donât know whatâs going to happen after this.
All you know is that youâre breathing a little easier.
Everything else you can worry about later.
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I donât like to hate on people because this world is already bad enough without hate in it, so I want to specify that this is not hate against Charles but against the absurd and unbelievable and completely illogical takes people are sharing here.
1) Carlosâ Mexico win was gifted by Charles.
Iâm sorry but WHAT? Pole position, leading almost EVERY lap was a gift from Charles?
This is such a creative way to disrespect your own favourite driver because you really think he would stoop so low to gift a win? Wow, interesting.
âCarlos started crying on the radio.â He said there was a problem with the lift and coast, which was much more needed than he had expected, and rightly communicated it to the engineers, the same lift and coast that Charles refused to do properly for a few laps until the gradient of temperature was too large to be easily recovered and ended up with him falling behind in times until Lando reached him and overtook him.
(Thermodynamical parenthesis: keeping the mass and the coefficients of exchange fairly constant, which we can approximate in the case of a race car that goes at the same speed and only loses a few kilos because of graining, the greater is the gradient, the greater is the driving force and therefore the corresponding force to oppose in order to overcome it, which means the greater the time to do it)
2) Carlosâ Australia win was gifted by Charles.
Wait a second, you mean that the team has the possibility to have the first 1-2 in years, the first win after Singapore, the first great success of Ferrari after a whole 2023 season where there had been a clear lack of it, and them saying to Charles âplease donât fight [and fuck everything up]â means that Charles gifted the win?
Again, how much do you respect your favourite driver?
(Racing parenthesis: Charles ended with a gap of +2.366s, I wonât add anything to this)
3) Carlos doesnât care about the WCC
With his pit-stop call (that was not even followed by the team) there was a high probability he wouldâve ended up in front of Lewis, or at the very least he wouldâve had the possibility to fight for the second place, which wouldâve meant at least +3 points than the ones they actually obtained, so a gap to McLaren in the Constructor Championship narrowing to 21 points and considerably more chances to actually win it in the last two races.
But, you know, itâs just mathematics, what do I know?
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4) if Ferrari wins WCC they have to thank Leclerc
Yes because Carlos did *not* win two races and he did *not* have 8 podiums, absolutely not, all the points were given by Charles what are you saying?
(Oh, and letâs also remember that Carlos could not attend one (1) of the races because he had appendicitis and then he went and won the race right after a surgical operationâŚ)
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