#chase keith x reader fluff

[quinnynation]

May I request Chase Keith x reader dating hcs? Please and thank you!!

dating chase keith ᯓᡣ𐭩 headcannons

pairing : boyfriend!chase keith x girlfriend!reader [no smut]

divider credit : pics from pinterest, snowflake divider from @strangergraphics

🎧 so loser!boyfriend coded

🌀 lopsided grins, loud laughing and embarrassed blushes

🗞 always has to have some type of physical contact with you

🌃 hands intertwined while walking down the streets of LA, legs tangled together on the couch, leaning into your side at parties, etc

🎧 not the type to specifically post you but always remnants/reminders of you

🌀 an aesthetic shot of the lipgloss you left in his car with a love song attached, a stupid meme about loving his girlfriend, etc

🗞 sloppy makeout sessions at night, gentle sleepy kisses in the morning

🌃 always dedicated to getting you the perfect instagram photo

🎧 "i ❤️ my gf" shirts, sleep pants, phone case, etc

🌀 has a note on his phone of all your orders from your favorite restaurants

🗞 the sweetest boy

🌃 your sweetest boy

a/n : CHASE KEITH IS SOOOO UNDERRATED I LOVE HIM

[sturniolowhore]

Not Now

Pairing: semi!toxic!chris x fem!reader

Summary: You are at Jake's party, and you see a bunch of familiar faces, but you also run into your ex, Chris. You try to avoid him, but you always felt his presence.

Warnings: Use of y/n (sorry), angst (if you squint), fluff

a/n: Based on this ask. Divider by @issysh3ll. I don’t want anyone to copy my work or use it as “inspiration.” 03

A couple days after you went to get coffee at La La Land with Jake and Tara, you were in your closet trying to figure out what you were going to wear to Jake's party. You let out a huff as you grab a mini skirt and a black tank top. You drop them on your bed as you walk over to your vanity and do your makeup and hair. After you finish, you put on the outfit you laid out, and grab a purse that goes. You pick out a pair of boots and slip them on. You then put your phone, a lipgloss, and your wallet in your purse. You walk out the door and get into your car, and drive to Jake's house.

When you get to Jake's house, thee door is already open and you see Carrington pouring liquor into the ice luge they got. You watch as most of the liquor goes into Jake's nose and all over his face.

"What the fuck dude? That got in my nose!" Jake yells as you giggle. "Oh y/n, your here!" He screams waving to you.

You wave back with a smile on your face, still giggling.

"Wanna try?" Carrington offers and waves you over.

"Um.. sure.." You say hesitantly. You walk over to them and you tilt your head and open your mouth. Carrington pours the liquor in your mouth and you close your eyes as you feel the liquor fall into your mouth. You feel the liquid drip all over your face, but you were here to get drunk and try and forget about the person who's been on your mind the most.

You cough and lift your head back up, and Carrington stops pouring.

"You okay?" He says, smiling.

"Yeah.. How do yo guys do that almost every party?" You ask

"We're just having fun, what can I say?" He says, pouring some of the drink they made a few hours earlier into a cup. "Here, try this. Jakes calling it ectoplasma when is really should be ectoplasm. Ectoplasma isn't even a thing." He says shrugging his shoulders.

You take the cup from his and reluctantly take a sip. You face lights up as you drink more until you finish the cup.

"Woah slow down. It's not that good, is it?"

"Oh, it's good, one of the best you guys have made so far." You say, pouring yourself another cup.

“Okay.. you don’t need more” Carrington says taking the cup out of your hand and taking a sip. He winks and goes to greet some people who had just arrived.

You follow him, and see Chris standing with Nick. You groan and turn the other way, looking for Jake, Tara or any of your other friends, but you can’t find anyone. You feel a tap on your shoulder and you turn around to see Nick.

“Hey girl.. I heard what happened with Chris. He was being fucking stupid and I can’t really say anything on his behalf but like.. he’s sorry.” Nick says

“Oh.. I don’t know if I’m ready to date him again.” You say, playing with the hem of your shirt.

“Oh? Why’s that?” Nick asks, tilting his head

“It’s not just when he yelled at me, it’s also other things he does. Like he just runs around the house for no reason and he’s loud sometimes especially when I’m tired and he can’t take any hints. Also, he ignores me half the time. He's too scared to announce to anyone that we're dating and it just pisses me off. I'm getting tired of the same bullshit over and over." You explain.

“Oh yeah he pisses me off when he just runs around the house. As for the other stuff.. I've seen it too.” Nick says.

“Yeah.. I’m gonna go get a drink.” You say making your way over to the drinks.

Nick nods his head as he watches you walk away.

You take a deep breath at the counter. You pour yourself a drink and down the entire cup. You pour another cup as Tara appears behind you.

"Oh hey where were you?" You ask Tara.

"Oh I was outside, Chase and Troy are setting up the keg stand. Wanna try it?" She asks.

"Yeah, no I've tried that once already I think I'm good." You say, rejecting her offer.

"Suit yourself." She says, shrugging. "Hey.. I saw you talking to Nick, what did he say?"

"He just said that Chris was sorry and that he was being a dumbass. I told him that I don't think that I'm ready to date him again." You tell her.

"Oh good for you girl." She says, a smile on her face.

"Yeah, I guess I'm finally getting over him even though I broke up with him. It's complicated." You say, returning the smile.

Time skip

After the party, you help Jake, Johnnie, Carrington and Tara clean up. Jake offers for you to stay the night, and you accept. Why not stay over? You were drunk and couldn't really drive, and you didn't feel like calling an uber.

"Hey do you have any clothes I could borrow?" You ask Jake.

"Oh yeah take anything from my closet." He says, wiping down the counter in the kitchen.

"Okay." You go upstairs and take out a pair of sweats and a shirt. You sigh and go back downstairs, and go to the guest bedroom. You were sharing the room with Tara, since she was also staying over. You turn off the lights and get into bed. You lay your head down on the pillow and fall asleep to the only person who could help you sleep on nights like this, Chris.

🏷️: @brookheartsmatt @slutf4rmatt @strnilolover @charlottee3 @leahsmain88

[jakewebberr9]

Niema’s party was fireeee

I love her that’s my best friend

(Besides Johnnie Carrington and Tara guys)

[whtthafl1p]

introduction!! 

ABOUT ME : 

i’ve always had a passion for writing, so i decided that i’d start on here!

i’m definitely a matt girl, things i will not tolerate is getting hated on, sturniolo police commenting things like “stop sexualizing them” if u don’t fw it then leave no one forced u to read it, they’re grown men fyi 😛 oh and my names sally!!

THINGS I LIKE : 

i obvi like the sturniolo’s, tara yummy, jake and johnnie, chase keith, carrington, larray, yada yada, the weeknd, kanye, kendrick lamar, travis scott, bryson tiller, 21, tyler, AND MOREEE

WHAT? WHO? 

who? it’s mainly gonna be the sturniolo’s, but i’m down for requests!!

what? 

> matt/chris x reader/oc 

> smut (i’ll try lmfao)

> fluff 

> angst 

> i need reqs desperately 🙏

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE : 

> stupid shi like matt and chris having a threesome w the reader, or fighting over the reader. it’s not that serious!!

> homophobia / racism / hate speech : this speaks for itself bc hell no  

> non consent / raping : u’re messed up if u even think abt it 

WARNINGS : 

> i prefer writing in lowercase 

> strong language i guess?

RULES : 

> no hate whatsoever

> i will confidently share my pov, and opinion 

> be nice!!

REQUESTS : 

i will be taking these requests, (maybe more when i know a little more about writing)

> smut 

> angst 

> smut : give me an idea of what u want it to be like. soft or rough? who’s dom? what’s gonna happen? yada yada 

> fluff : same thing, give me an idea, a backstory, what’s gonna happen

> matt/chris x oc or reader 

thats it for now!! i will try my best to make these fanfics make sense, but keep in mind i’m still kinda new to writing 😣 

[riveranova]

Heyy can i please request alter! Keith (ikemen prince) x fem reader smut with fluff?💕

(A/N): Hello, hello! Thank you for your ask and THANK YOU for giving me a reason to write smut for this man. Hope you enjoy!! (Also, I should definetly study for my Anatomy exam tomorrow but rn all I can think about is Alter!Keith being an absolute SLUT for the reader lmao)

I took a lot of inspiration from 'Criminal' by Taemin. It's SO good!

Breaking His Rules - Alter! Keith x Fem! Reader

Warnings: SMUT | minors DNI, orgasm denial, choking, riding, light bondage, strong language, Alter!Keith being a cocky ass and regrets it instantly, MDom to MSub, FDom, Fem! Reader, fluff, it's a little bit bittersweet, dirty talk, lil bit degradation, fluffy aftercare ending

Character: Keith Howell, Ikemen Prince

Word count: 1.941

Keith was a friendly, maybe a bit shy, man. He was helpful and gentle to all sentient beings who bestowed upon him the same treatment.

But behind his soft eyes there was more than warmth and kindness.

From an early age, Keith's life was beyond traumatizing, leading to him building a wall around himself. A high, stony, cold wall. Nothing and no one should ever get close enough to hurt him again. And so, his alter was born.

Keith believed that this kept him safe from all the unnecessary and time-wasting feelings like love. But he was greatly mistaken.

The moonlight shone softly from outside through the slightly opened curtains. Keith adjusted your sleeping form in his arms and wrinkled his nose. How could he have sunk so low? He should just kick you out of his bed and go to sleep like everyone else in the palace. He didn't have to listen to your feelings, and he didn't have to agree either when you asked him with tired eyes if you could lie down with him because you were too cold to sleep. He could have just let it go. And yet he held you in his arms because the annoying little voice in his head was forcing him to.

Your quiet voice forced him out of his thoughts. "You're looking at me with those weird eyes again..." You sat up in his arms and blinked at him. Keith was about to pull the covers back over you but stopped himself. Why should he?

"No one is forcing you to stay with me. I can look at you however I want and if it bothers you, you're welcome to fucking leave alone'', came his reply. He tried to sound as emotionless as possible. Why was it so difficult all of a sudden?

He looked into your eyes, searching for something - anything - that remotely resembled rejection or fear. So he could belittle you for it. So that you would finally disappear. So that he didn't have to deal with the feelings he had locked away all those years and now no longer understood. But all he saw in your eyes was something he didn't think he needed. Something he had long detested. All he saw was affection, love and...

Your hand found his cheek and he realized with a start that he had no problem with it. He caught himself chasing the warmth of your hand and laughed listlessly as he stared into your eyes. ,,I cannot believe it. You've made a damn lapdog out of me.'' He took your hand from his cheek and pressed it along with his own onto the mattress next to him. You cocked your head and looked at him with confused eyes, "We both know that's not true, don't we?"

Keith caught his breath. Did you notice him acting differently? Why was it making him so nervous?

He grabbed your shoulders and pushed you away, his brows furrowed. You caught yourself just before the end of the bed and looked up. You were used to this behavior. Keith didn't know how to deal with your feelings and hid behind an arrogant, cold face. But you knew he shared your feelings. He showed it through small acts that went unnoticed by others.

For example, his hand wandering over your head so you wouldn't hit it when you bend down at the table – or when he went into town with you 'because he wanted to go for a walk anyway' and of course not at all to take care of you and to help you carry your groceries. Or right now when he held you in his arms because you were cold and he didn't want you fuck up your sleeping schedule.

You slowly got up and stood in front of his side of the bed. You were lenient with him, but sometimes he just needed a little reminder that you didn't care about his little tantrums. Sometimes he just needed a little more... discipline.

Keith was about to ask what the hell you were doing when you suddenly sat on his chest. Your thighs pushed his arms apart, which you tied to the bedpost with the belt lying on the floor – he had previously carelessly removed it and tossed it there. Keith frowned at you but said nothing. You leaned down and wrapped your hand around his neck, applying light pressure. He continued to look at you silently. It was clear from his eyes that he was aware of the trouble he was in. Under you, in your total control. "You just have to say one word and I'll stop. You know that, right?'' You purred against his lips. The only answer you got was a soft 'fuck off' which made you grin. "I knew you didn't want me to stop. I can see it written all over your face. You hide your feelings and you expect me to accept that? Haha… not quite aware of your place yet, huh?'', you shifted your weight onto his chest a little more and pressed a little harder on his neck, "You're my desperate little lapdog. And I think you're lacking in the behavior department.''

Keith escaped a - most likely unintentionally, whimper and his legs bent slightly. "Ah ah ah'', you released his neck and pushed his legs down, "Stay down".

You slowly looked at Keith lying below you. He was wearing his sleep shirt, which hung half unbuttoned on his chest, and boxer shorts instead of pajama bottoms, which were too warm for him. You slowly began to pull his shirt off and threw it off the bed. Grinning, you stroked his already hard nipples, making him shudder. "Fucking get it on already, don’t sit on your ass teasing me" Keith grumbled, tugging at his restrains. Grinning, you ran your tongue over his naked torso and sucked at his skin over his collarbone. Keith gasped as he could almost feel a dark red bruise forming. You looked at him with an innocent face. ,,Oops, that’ll stay for a bit''

With a quick hand movement his boxer shorts went on the floor next to his shirt. You slowly took his already half hard dick and stroked his tip a little. Keith was visibly trying not to make a sound and glared at you as you stroked his cock up and down painfully slow, your fingertips ever so close to touching him. He pressed his lower body against the bed and turned his head to one side. Grumbling, you grabbed his chin and pulled his face back towards you. ,,You’ll watch me.'', slowly you pulled your shirt over your head and threw it to the small pile of clothes in front of the bed, your pants following right behind. You slowly slid over his cock with your pussy still covered by your panties. Keith bit his lower lip - still confident he wouldn’t give in and stared at your breasts moving slightly in rhythm. Dissatisfied, you pulled his lower lip free from his teeth and gave him a kiss. "You're still holding back. Let go.'' You whispered against his lips and straightened up again. Keith's eyes softened a little, but he remained silent. Sighing, you pulled your panties aside and looked down at him. ,,I'll get you to make noise'', with these words you took him in completely, which elicited a small groan from him. Keith was big - very big. But you didn't mind anymore - it wasn't your first time with him. Keith's mouth fell open and he exhaled heavily. You almost had him.

You slowly began to move, hands heavy on his chest. He breathed heavily in and out, he realized that he couldn't hold back his moans anymore and they spurted out of him like a spitfire. "Fuck, faster m-more...'', his cheeks flushed, and he looked at you with pleading eyes, all his previous resistance forgotten. Grinning, you stroked his chest and rode him faster, one hand wrapped around his neck again as he stifled a groan and thrusted into you from below. His thrusts became increasingly uncoordinated, and you realized he was about to cum. As he got louder and louder, you started to slow down until you suddenly lifted up your hips and his cock slipped out of you. Keith caught his breath and stared at his cock, which was now starting to twitch needily on his stomach. He looked up at you. Your breathing had calmed down again, and you started massaging your breasts – a grin on your face. "You didn't really think I'd give you what you want, did you? After being so cheeky?'' One of your hands wandered down your body to your wet pussy. You slowly rubbed light circles and leaned back so Keith could have a better look while enjoying the show you put on for him. Keith, on the other hand, only grew more impatient. He cursed and growled as he tried to get his cock back into the warmth of your pussy. But he had to watch you helplessly as you made first two and then three fingers disappear inside you, your own orgasm not far away. You groaned and looked at him, tilting your head. "Not so cocky anymore, huh?", you got a growl from him, which quickly turned into a whimper. Keith closed his eyes, only to open them again a few seconds later. "I'm sorry.. p-please..", his voice sounded a lot thinner and shakier than usual. You slowly pulled your fingers out and held them out to Keith. Without hesitating he put them in his mouth and sucked on them greedily. While he was busy sucking, you lifted your hips back over his cock and your pussy folds rubbed along his length. He moaned with your fingers in his mouth and pressed his lower body against yours. You had planned to torment him a little longer, but your own orgasm was not far away and you didn't want to turn this into a punishment for yourself.

It wasn't long before Keith pressed his head against his pillow and came with a loud groan. You weren't far behind him, cumming against the length of his cock. You slowly calmed down and grabbed the belt that restrained Keith's arms. But your hands grabbed nothing. You looked at him with big eyes as you realized that Keith was holding his hands back himself - the belt had slipped behind the bed. You hadn't tied it well enough and he didn’t do anything about it? Your eyes sought Keith's, but he had them closed while slowly breathing in and out. You crawled off him, but his arms immediately shot around your waist to pull you back onto him. "You- you could have just said something, you know?" you grumbled. Keith put his head back on your neck and growled, "Shut up. You're annoying'', he paused briefly and added "not as much as usual tho".

Giggling, you stroked his head and he pulled the covers over you. "I didn't hu- I don't even need to ask, you could have just stopped me yourself if it was too much." You grumbled and Keith grinned slightly. "I could have. Your bondage skills suck.''

You gave him a light slap on the arm, and he exhaled deeply, suddenly a lot less tired than before.

"We can do it again," you pushed yourself free from his grip. Keith glanced out the window and then back at you. "But this time it's my turn." He smirked and shoved you under him.

You both ended up not getting much sleep that night.

[xxsycamore]

Hiiiiiiiiiii hope you dont mind newer characters but can I maybe request ikepri Keith x GN!reader - Feb 8th - Fluff?

Writing Keith was a bit challenging, and I hope I got him right from what I know about him so far! Just in time for his birthday, too. Thank you for sending this, and I hope you like it!

Happy Birthday, Keith Howell!

The Winds May Change [ Keith Howell x GN!Reader Fluff ]

Rating: G

Word count: 1,373

Tags: Gender neutral reader; Dark!/Alter Keith interfering from the shadows (off-screen); Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting; Amnesia; Love Letters; Secret Admirer; Love Confessions; Feelings Realization

Check my masterlist here! You can also find all my works on AO3 under user xsycamore. In my profile you can find my Ko-fi if you would like to support me!

Part of Be my Valentine - a Valentine's Day themed content creation challenge hosted by me and @chaosangel767 .

DAY 8 - A (not so) anonymous love letter

Keith sighs, lifting the feather off the sheet of paper before it can even touch the surface. Another false start. Honeyed gaze abandons the dreaded piece of paper and shifts to the door of his bedroom instead, for another quick glance - he is afraid of someone entering at the moment. He could be writing most everything with no suspicion rising in whomever catches him in the act, he is doing nothing out of the ordinary, after all. Yet it feels so forbidden; fingers starting to toy nervously with royal insignia-engraved coat buttons.

He has a certain… fondness of you, whom he saw few days prior at the Rhodolitian palace.

‏‏‎ ‎

[ *** ]

He remembers you, on a lone balcony, dabbing a linen handkerchief over a horrible wine stain on your clothes. He remained still then, pondering the impression you gave him, of someone newly introduced to high society. His breath hitched as further confirmation was involuntarily presented.

With the wobbly movements of a newborn fawn, your trembling fingers suddenly gave way to the harshly blowing wind, handkerchief escaping your grasp.

It was then that the two gazes crossed, following the piece of cloth being taken somewhere beyond the railing. With your hand still positioned awkwardly near the place you'd dabbed on, you'd held his gaze with wary. And similarly, Keith had frozen with one leg in front of the other, unsure of how to handle the interaction.

His hand had palmed over his pocket, where a handkerchief of his own can be usually found, safely tucked. The very tips of his fingers jerked as he changed his mind the very last second before getting it out to hand it to you. If his guess was correct, how nervous would you become when his identity is revealed? If you felt such dread while being on own territory, what about facing the Jadean prince?

The piece of cloth remained tucked away in his pocket, holding the secret embroidered with golden thread. He masked his faltering ministrations with the intention of making a move, a step forward, knowing that if he leaved now, it could easily be the last time he sees you. Yet his legs led him further past your figure, catching your gaze just one more time. The words left his mouth before he could think over them carefully, his inner protest making his way out.

"I'm going to go get it and return it to you."

Your eyes widened at him, as if failing to catch the meaning of these words all together.

Keith didn't wait to see for himself the residue of your reaction.

The dawn had broken in a haze that made Keith take the events from the previous night as a mere dream. The second he realized it was not one, he had already made it out of bed, his world spinning as he looked around for the clothes he'd taken off. Amidst searching the pockets, his gaze had landed on his writing desk, where a neatly folded plain linen handkerchief was placed.

‎[ *** ]

By the time the right words finally strike Keith's mind, the ink on the tip of his feather has completely dried. With frustrated clumsiness, he hurries to dip it anew, chasing after the words.

To you whom I met on the night of the Valentine's day gala,

Forgive me - I kept my promise, but tardy - I have your handkerchief with me, I'm returning it to you along with this letter.

I'd like to extend my warmest regards; I believe whatever it was that lead to such mishap couldn't touch the whole of your image. Your stern visage in particular, which remained rested on a head held high. It comes as the greatest weapon, and the greatest shield that you've already took a firm hold of, based on my short observations.

Not that I'd want to jump to conclusions regarding the background of your persona.

I'd simply leave you with the humble confession that I've grown fond of you in that instant.

Sincerely, K.H.

Keith looks down at his letter, not particularly at any string of words, but the thing as a whole. Finally, he relaxes in the backrest of his chair. Putting his thoughts on paper is… an entertaining exercise, but he is not sure what to make out of it. It's laughable to put so much attention into something to be burned not long after.

Putting the letter away while he takes care of another affair is a grave mistake, he would learn on a later note.

[***]

The following week, he is back on Rhodolitian land for yet another lavish political gathering. The secret pocket that he rarely uses is occupied by an envelope that he is not aware of; one that he has a faint memory of throwing in the fireplace, even if he doesn't remember the exact act of doing so. Inside, there is a love letter, sealed along with a folded linen handkerchief inside.

The sun makes its way lower and lower on the sky. Soon enough, all the guests are invited to take a well-deserved break from discussion before the time comes for a formal dinner.

When Keith opens his eyes, the skies have painted themselves into a dusky blue.

He sits upright in the plush couch, quickly becoming aware of his surroundings, a somewhat secluded resting area in the garden. Though he doesn't recall a feeling of fatigue, he must have dozen off…

As he stands up tall, looking for the right rose-lined path back, he catches on the sound of distant footsteps coming near.

"It's you!"

Keith freezes when he spots you, dashing right toward him. He flashes a quick look behind his shoulder to make sure, and returning it back on you, he sees something like an amused smile at his silly assumption. There is noone else around, of course…

What concerns him more than being mocked on, is the piece of paper in your hand - simple as that, could be anything - yet the sight of you reminds him of the sight of a very familiar piece of paper. He was not prepared for the second-first-meeting with the stranger that gave him that many emotions unbeknownst.

"Ah, you remember me from the gala? I should-"

"I got your letter."

And Keith freezes, muscles going rigid all over, just like that. The letter is being raised for his eyes to see, but they refuse to focus. Blood rushing with a pulse in his ears.

"W-what letter?"

It's a pathetic response but it's an echo of the questions going through his own mind; how, how could this be possible?

And then there is a laugher, barely hidden behind an hand for how loud it gets, the ring of it making things to Keith he wasn't aware the existence of, deep inside.

You fight the convulsions of your upper body, perhaps feeling the need to be wary of your manners after all.

"What are you-…hah, what are you blushing so hard for? You gave this letter to me to read!"

Keith brings a hand to his face, denying the warmth of his cheek until he gets to feel it, most likely making himself into a bigger fool in the process.

"While searching around the palace for you I barely had the time to write something in response… but here, have this. I won't embarrass you any longer by speaking it out, so please read it!"

Looking at you speechless, Keith's stiff arm finally stretches out to take the letter from you. In the next moment, a rush of strong wind comes by - the cruel month of February to be damned - and seeing it, you grab the chance to give him a tad of deja-vu and leave him chasing after it.

When Keith finally takes a hold of it, preventing it from kissing the water lilies of the pond, he finally takes a look behind him, there is no trace of you in the approaching night.

The lighting is scarce, but there is no greet need of it. On the piece of paper are written only a couple of words in visible hurry:

I fervently return your affection,

Until we meet again; you know where to find me, once the occasion brings us together.

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miguel o’hara, hobie brown, marc spector, thor odinson, loki laufeyson, peter parker (all variants), yelena belova, joaquin torres, doctor strange, wade wilson, carol danvers, eddie brock, scott lang, hope van dyne, kate bishop, hela, pietro maximoff, logan howlett, wanda maximoff, steve rogers, kraven, cable, druig, makkari, thena, blade

dc universe ↷

dinah lance/black canary, diana prince, clark kent, pamela isley/poison ivy, arthur curry/aquaman, harley quinn, adrian chase, pattinson!bruce wayne, edward nashton/the riddler

top gun: maverick ↷

jake 'hangman' seresin, bradley 'rooster' bradshaw, javy 'coyote' machado, mickey 'fanboy' garcia, natasha 'phoenix' trace, beau 'cyclone' simpson, reuben 'payback' fitch

star wars ↷

poe dameron, finn, kylo ren/ben solo, bo-katan kryze, din djarin, young!han solo

scream ↷

ethan landry, stu macher, billy loomis, chad meeks-martin, mindy meeks-martin, amber freeman, tara carpenter

bridgerton ↷

anthony bridgerton, colin bridgerton, benedict bridgerton, kate sharma, simon basset, phillip crane

house of the dragon ↷

ser harwin strong, daemon targaryen, aemond targaryen, rhaenyra targaryen

american horror story ↷

cordelia goode, tristan duffy, michael langdon, harry gardner, madison montgomery, kit walker, xavier plympton, ally mayfair-richards

etc shows ↷

villanelle, lip gallagher, tommy miller, carmy berzatto, luca (the bear), kate parks, daisy jones, billy dunne, warren rhodes, geralt of rivia, love quinn, max wolfe, olivia benson, roman godfrey, dream the endless, lucifer (sandman), jonathan pine, mira phillips, the salesman (squid game), hwang jun ho (squid game), kim geon-woo (bloodhounds)

movies ↷

john wick, finnick odair, peeta mellark, johanna mason, han lue, cipher, walter de ville, tangerine, dave lizewski, thomas sharpe, james conrad, neil (tenet), edward cullen, millie / molotovgirl, dante reyes, thrandull, steve kemp, charlie swan, marquis vincent de gramont, keys (free guy), akira (john wick), beverly marsh (it two), ben hanscom (it two), keith (barbarian), frank (don't worry darling)

adam driver ↷

kylo ren/ben solo, adam sackler, flip zimmerman, phillip altman, charlie barber, henry mchenry, commander mills, rick smolan, officer ronnie peterson, matt the radar technician, clyde logan, paterson, jude

oscar isaac ↷

santiago garcia, poe dameron, nathan bateman, jonathan levy, william tell, blue jones, rydel keener

pedro pascal ↷

din djarin, javier peña, frankie morales, javi gutierrez, joel miller, dieter bravo

chris evans ↷

ransom drysdale, lloyd hansen, andy barber, ari levinson, frank adler, steve rogers, jake wyler

[cqterpillar]

Hiii i hope you're doing great! May i request something fluffy with Keith Richards? (Fem reader please)

❝ 𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋 ❞

femreader x keith richards

genre(s) ꩜ fluff

warning(s) ꩜ none

a/n ꩜ FINALLY SOMEONE REQUESTED 4 KEITH ILY 😭

summary ꩜ y/n l/n agrees to fake date keith richards, only for the ordeal to go stereotypically wrong.

you and keith were an intriguing pair when the press “discovered” that both of you were a couple. both of you led rock and roll lifestyles, which of course meant being chased by rowdy girls and boys in part.

if only you two were actually dating.

you remember the way he had asked you remarkably well. after all, how could you forget? the memory was practically etched into your brain.

you were in a recording studio putting the finishing details on a couple tracks when keith of all people entered through the door.

“richards? what are you doing here? i’m in the middle of something-” before you could finish, keith interrupted.

“i know, i know, but i need your help!”

you laughed, “you always need my help!”

“well, this time i really need it, yeah?” keith returned that bright smile of yours, which undoubtedly made you grin.

“fine, fine,” you rolled your eyes playfully, “what do you need?”

“would you please be my girlfriend?”

your heart actually skipped a beat for a moment before you heard him continue, “please just pretend to. these girls, t-they’re practically chasing me!”

you didn’t want to pretend to be with him. you really him wanted to love you. you stayed silent a bit, frowning as you looked away for a bit. you couldn’t make eye contact with him at a point like this.

“i know you’re chased around by people too, y’know.” keith reasoned, “if we’re together, people will get the message and sod off.”

and you ultimately agreed.

and so here you were, watching keith and the rest of his band being interviewed. it was crazy how so many people believed you two were together: even the interviewer thought so. at the mention of your name, you perked up and turned up the volume on your television set a bit higher than before.

“it’s wonderful how you and y/n l/n are a couple. everyone wants to know how you two met each other. would you please shed light on that?”

“oh, y/n? yeah, she’s a doll. we met in, um, london. she was seeing the sights and whatnot and i knew i had to see her again.” keith told them.

there was a bittersweet sensation to his words. maybe he wanted to actually be with you. or maybe he was just that clueless to your feelings, explaining your broken smile.

later on, you found him at your doorstep. keith always liked to go into your home and rummage through your food and chat with you. after all, he let you do the same. you have the key to his house.

“why are you here? shouldn’t you be preparing for a tour or whatever rock ‘n’ roll stars do?” you raised a brow.

“oh, c’mon! love, let me in!” keith smiled until you blocked the doorway. he looked at you quizzically. “what’s the matter?”

“i-i can’t let you in.”

“sure you can. you just move your legs and-”

“i don’t want to pretend to date you anymore.”

keith backed up from the doorway to look at you. the way you looked at keith made him nervous. when he took another step back, you rolled your eyes and pursed your lips. “why so dramatic?”

“i-i need to be with you.” he responded.

“no, you need to be with a girl you’re actually in love with. and i want to be with someone who… who loves me back.” you muttered, beginning to close the door.

keith propped up his shoe near the doorway to keep you from closing it. as you opened the door to snap at him, you couldn’t help but fall for a him just a bit more when you saw his expression.

“so, you don’t think i love you?” he remarked.

“what?”

“i thought i was being quite obvious.” keith scratched the back of his neck, “um, i really do want you to be my girl.”

“are you serious right now?” you giggled and playfully swatted him on the shoulder, earning yourself a silly ‘ow’. “so you really do think i’m a doll?”

keith’s eyes widened before he nodded, “i didn’t think you would catch me on the tele, and i didn’t want to fall for you. i didn’t think you would be interested in an idiot like me, but i guess this means that you really want to be my girl, huh?”

“i guess i will.” you grinned.

when he moved closer to you, it was just like in the movies. his lips pecked yours. it was the perfect feeling to make you wish for a longer kiss. keith laughed softly before leaning over to kiss you once more.

“ ‘fell for me?’ ”

“look, you’re very charming, okay?”

“you’re telling me like i don’t already know.”

[sergeantnex]

Hi there! You can call me Nex, Thank you for your continuous support!! This is my AO3 account. Feel free to heave over here as well if you want!

https://archiveofourown.org/users/TheBrokenOmega/works

Masterlist:

Dragon Ball Z

Bardock x Reader: A Little Piece of Heaven (Fluff)

Bardock x Saiyan!Reader: Mating Season (Smut)

Broly x Reader: The Key to Broly (Fluff)

Raditz x Reader: A Dream Come True (Fluff)

Trunks x Reader: A Prince's Love (Smut)

Tora x Reader: A Secret Desire (Smut)

Voltron Legendary Defenders

Antok x Male!Reader x Kolivan: Galran Instincts (Smut)

Keith x Reader: Only Exception (Smut)

Kolivan x Reader: Leader's Stress Relief (Smut)

Kolivan x Antok's Daughter!Reader: Lost and Found (Fluff)

Kolivan x Half Galra!Reader: Our Hellcat (Fluff)

Kolivan x Jealous!Reader: Misunderstandings (Angst/Fluff)

Krolia x Child!Reader: Mama (Fluff)

Sendak x Reader: Druid's Mistake (Fluff)

Sendak x Reader: Commander's Rut (Smut)

Thace x Reader: Savior in the Shadows (Smut)

Thace x Chubby!Reader: Not About Looks Pt. 1 (Fluff)

Thace x Chubby!Reader: Not About Looks Pt.2 (Smut)

Ulaz x Reader: The Medic's Assistant (Smut)

Ulaz x Reader: Kits of Our Own (Smut)

Zarkon x Reader: Unexpected Rut (Smut)

Dream SMP

Dream x Reader: Lesson on Teasing (Smut)

Dogboy!Dream x Bunny!Reader: A Game Of Chase (Smut)

Dogboy!Dream x Bunny!Reader: A Game Of Chase (Smut/Part Two)

DreamXD x Reader: Nightmares (Smut)

DreamXD x Succubus!Reader: Dream Feeder (Smut)

Dream x Goddess!Reader: You look lonely, I can fix that.. (Fluff)

Dream x Trans!Male!Reader: I Will Always Be Here For You (Fluff)

Dream x Trans!Male!Reader: My Needy Kitty (Smut)

Dream x Trans!Male!Reader: Marks (Smut)

Dream x Trans!Male!Reader: Desperation (Smut)

Dream x Male!Reader: Piss Kink (Smut)

Blazeborn!Sapnap x Hybrid!Reader: Burning Love (Smut)

Sapnap x Wolf Hybrid!Reader x Dream: Companions (Fluff)

Karl x Reader: Thick Thighs Save Lives (Smut)

Karlnapity x Child!Reader: Adoption Incident (Fluff)

Philza x Elytrian!Reader: Attraction (Fluff)

Sam x Hybrid!Reader: Tupping Season (Smut)

Foolish x Reader: Swimming With Sharks (Fluff)

Schlatt x Reader: Sub Control (Smut)

Schlatt x Reader: Knocking Heads (Smut)

Sub!Schlatt x Dom!Reader: Edging (Smut)

Technoblade x Hybrid!Reader: Overwhelmed (Fluff)

Technoblade x Pregnant!Reader: Protective Blood God (Fluff)

Technoblade x Reader: Orgasm Denial (Smut)

Tubbo x Parental!Hybrid!Reader: A Family (Fluff)

Call of Duty

Graves x Reader: False Love (Angst)

König x Reader: Tension Relief (Smut)

König x Reader: The Uniform (Smut)

Nikto x Reader: Prying Eyes (Smut)

Soap x Reader: Facesitting (Smut)

Werewolf!Ghost x Trans!Soap: Sensitve Senses (Smut)

Zombie!Ghost x Reader: Relearning (Smut)

[blueberry-sunshines]

Small Surpises— Big Brother Shiro x Little Sister Reader

Summary:

You are Shiro's younger sister waiting on him to return from a mission while you reminisce about your life with your big brother which then gets interrupted when he brings you back an unexpected surprise...

Word Count: ~2K

Childhood memories | Brotherly Love

Requested by: @white_skittle on Wattpad

{Your POV}

Honestly, you had never really thought that it would be so boring to be in a half-castle half-spaceship until you were actually in one. It sounds crazy to even think you'd be in one let alone that one exists! One moment you were on earth with Keith trying to figure out these weird radio signals and then the next your brother who'd been missing for a year had crash landed onto earth in an alien pod! And just when you didn't think anything could get any crazier, you found a giant blue lion that whisked you all away into space! That was just the beginning of all the adventures you'd have traveling the universe with your new found family. But as of now, the only thing you could do is wait around the Castle of Lions until the Paladins are back from their mission. To keep your mind off of your boredom and anxiety you tried your best to distract yourself with useless things like wondering the castle and getting lost in your own thoughts.

You were significantly younger than your brother, Shiro. While he was 25, you were only a teenager. You two were always rather close despite your age difference. Shiro was always so cool, you and all of your friends thought he was the most amazing person in the whole world. And if you were being honest with yourself, he still was. I mean, being the paladin of the Black Lion and the leader of Voltron was the coolest thing you could think of! As kids you and Shiro loved playing together, you would play with his soldiers and planes or he'd play dolls with you. You two would spend hours playing little games like hide and seek or just playing pretend.

You would be the princess and Shiro would always be the courageous knight there to protect and save you from evil villains and mystical dragons. Using sticks and pool noodles as swords he would slay any foes that even dared to hurt his little sister. Shiro has always been your hero in more ways than you'd ever realize.

"Fear not, Princess (Y/N)!" He would cry, holding his makeshift sword in the air. "I will slay this dragon to protect you and your kingdom from his evil!" He would then jab at one of your stuffed animals or sometimes even trees, pretending they were the villain.

     As you got older, you two were still super close. Shiro was then entering his teens, going to the Galaxy Garrison to be a pilot. He was so smart and so talented and all you ever wanted to do was impress him. When you didn't think he could get any cooler he always did. But even though he was at the Garrison, he still had never let you down. You have many memories of Shiro picking you up after school and taking you out to your favorite diner. Sitting in a booth across from each other he would ask you about your day while drinking a milkshake in his bright orange Cadet uniform.

"You look silly in your uniform, Takashi." Little you giggled in your memory. You could still see Shiro's face as he pulled away from his Oreo milkshake's straw, as well as the smile that formed on his face as he let out a small chuckle.

"I guess I do look kind of silly, huh?" He agreed, setting down his milkshake softly.

These couple times a week visits made it feel like Shiro had never really left at all. Soon you were able to transfer into the Garrison Cadet program and next thing you remember is staying up late into the night studying with Shiro and practicing your techniques. Shiro was the star of the Garrison and he still remained the star of your life. Sure you had made many friends, but Shiro was still your best friend above all else. You still remember when Shiro had introduced you to Keith and how you two got off to a rocky start. But eventually, it didn't feel like it was just you and Shiro against the world anymore. Soon you had a new honorary brother in Keith. You would all ride around together on Hoverbikes and Landspeeders and you even would take Keith for milkshakes at your diner.

"Hah!" You beamed triumphantly as you swung to a halt on your hoverbike. You looked behind you now as your brother came up to a stop behind you. You laughed triumphantly as you had just beaten Shiro to your designated finish line. "I told you I could beat you!"

"I never doubted you for a second." Shiro told you proudly as he whipped the sweat from his forehead.

You looked now on the other side of you over the edge of the large cliff next to you. "So can I learn the dive now?" You blurted out quickly.

Shiro laughed warmly, "Absolutely not." He said quickly and gave you a teasing smile. "Not until I'm sure you and Keith are both ready." He explained, watching you pout in amusement.

As you were entering your teenage years and Shiro was leaving his, you two had somehow managed to grow even closer. He had come out to you over the course of your time at the Garrison. You still remember him gushing to you all about his, then crush, Adam. You were there for him when coming to terms with his feelings and there when he brought Adam home to your parents for the first time. In return he was always there for you, helping you when you were sick, giving you advice when you were down in the dumps, and he helped you through your first ever breakup.

Time was flying by so quickly and soon, you were an accomplished pilot just like your big brother, and Shiro had asked Adam to marry him. Life was just the way you liked it and you didn't think anything could ruin your wonderful relationship with Shiro. If none of the petty sibling fights you got into or even any of the serious ones could have ruined it, you didn't know what could. But, you could never forget Kerberos...

"We're back!!!" You heard a voice shout from a room over. It was the cherry voice of Lance McClain exclaiming their arrival in the castle. You began running back down the corridor to return to the lounge where you heard the voices coming from.

"Hey, (Y/N)!" Hunk smiled seeing you enter the room. You saw Lance, Pidge, Hunk, Keith, and Allura all standing in the room.

"How did it go out there today?" You asked them all, subconsciously looking around for your brother. The Paladins went to a freed planet to collect some tech that was needed to help the fight against the Galra.

"We collected all the samples we needed." Pidge told you before gesturing behind her, "Coran and Shiro are unloading as we speak." She was unusually smiley, but you brushed it off as her just being happy to have new tech to work with. You were about to leave to go find Shiro when,

"(Y/N)," Keith said your name now, walking over to you, also dawning a small smile. "There's also something we brought back for you, too."

"Hey!" You heard Lance complain, "I wanted to be the one to tell (Y/N)!"

"Too bad." Keith smirked at him and the two began a small, signature squabble as they walked past towards the direction of the showers.

You looked over at Pidge and Hunk now curiously, "What are they talking about?" You asked them, furrowing your brow in thought trying to guess what on earth they could have brought you. You heard them both giggle as they refused to give you any clue before heading towards the showers as well. Your last hope was Allura.

She just looked as confused as you, "I do wonder what they had brought you as well." She said warmly before following you towards the other door the four Paladins had come from originally. As you and Allura made your way down the hallway she tried to offer you ideas as to what they could've brought you, but half the things she said you had no idea what she was talking about.

Once you reached the hangar where the Paladins had come from, you sprinted towards the Black Lion. Coran was placing small metal crates onto a floating cart and Shiro was helping him.

"Shiro, Hey!" You yelled as you got closer, Allura still following suit.

"(Y/N)!" Shiro called your name happily placing down a crate and turning towards you. You laughed as you ran into his arms, you felt him stumble a bit upon impact and you heard him chuckle.

"You really missed me that much?" He teased you as he gave you a tight squeeze before putting you back safely balanced onto your feet.

"Always do." You smiled up at him affectionately. You then cut right to the chase, "Keith said you guys brought me something!"

Shiro raised an eyebrow at you, "He did, did he?" You nodded in response and he let out another laugh. "Alright, you got me." He admitted humbly.

"Is it another crystal?" You asked excitedly. Shiro had brought you small trinkets before from the missions you didn't get to go on. The Paladins often needed your help, but sometimes when there wasn't any risk you'd just stay behind.

"It's better than that." He said mysteriously as he lead you back towards his lion.

"Is it a bigger crystal?" You asked which earned you a laugh in return.

"No... now stop guessing!" He shook his head in amusement. "Wait here, I'll be right back." Shiro instructed you, turning snd disappearing into the lion.

You looked back over to where Allura and Coran were conversing about something while you waited. Once your brother reemerged from Black, he was holding a small box that had some kind of cloth or blanket sticking out from it. You stared at the box in pure curiosity as Shiro grew closer.

"Keep your voice down," he advised as the contents of the box were nearly in full sight. "You don't want to startle him."

You were still not understanding what this could be but now you were thinking it may be alive. Despite not knowing, you listened to your brother and kept quiet. Shiro held the box further down and you saw him.

      You had to hold in a squeal as you saw what Shiro had brought you. It was a small light gray ball of fluff. The creature had long droopy ears, four legs with five tiny toes on his paws. It had four small horns above his closed eyes, a pink nose and cute little pouting mouth. His chest and his face were white and he was all curled up in his long, white, fluffy tail. He sort of reminded you of a chinchilla but much more alien like.

        Gasping you looked back up to Shiro, "No way..." you breathed out finally. Shiro had a large smile on his face.

        "Do you like him?" He asked now, "His breed is concerned to be a loyal partner on Ormaphu. He's a traditional Ormanphian pet called a Bentorm."

         "Shiro I love him!" You gushed looking back down as your sweet, little baby Bentorm.

          "I'm glad, I thought you would."

      When you were kids, you would always beg your parents for a pet but they never let you or Shiro get anything besides fish. Your new Bentorm was the most amazing pet you could think of! Your attention was turned back to the box when you heard him let out a soft yawn as he stretched and uncurled himself. You let out a soft aww, as he sat upright and looked up at you with big, black eyes. He looked as if he was smiling as he looked up at you, he began making a sweet chirping noise and you looked up at Shiro in amazement.

        "You can pick him up." Shiro told you softly, smile still prominent on his face. You reached down and picked him up softly from his tummy, under his arms. You pulled him close to your chest and he quickly snuggled into you, smile on his cute, Bentorm face.

         "From what his breeder told me, they don't get much bigger and they love riding on their owners shoulders as they get older."

       "Allura!" You exclaimed, "Look what Shiro brought me!!"

       

        Allura came over then, in the same awe that you were upon seeing him for the first time. "Is that a Bentorm?" Allura asked looking up at Shiro.

      Shiro nodded and moved the box onto his hip you free one of his hands to pet the Bentorms head.

       "What are you gonna call him?" Shiro asked looking back up to you.

         "Hmmm, I'm not sure..."

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Hi everyone! Thanks for reading this Brother Shiro one shot! It wasn't super long but I think it's pretty cute. Shiro would be the best big brother and I hope I captured that!

Have a great day! Keep requesting please!

[quinnynation]

begging for more stories with chase 🙏🏻🙏🏻

"i said camaraderie!" ᯓᡣ𐭩 chase keith one-shot

pairing : boyfriend!chase keith x poodle!reader

summary : poodle has been invited to neiima's launch party...but chase keeps on distracting her

warning/extra tid-bits : 18+, SUGGESTIVE CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN DECRETION : steamy makeout session, teasing, begging, hickey-giving, sub chase tbh, i think that's all but if there is anymore please lmk!!

word count : 774 + not proof-read

divider credit : pics from pinterest, silky divider from @muruffin

"Babe, please?" Chase whined, his naturally pouty lips somehow even poutier, at this, Poodle rolled her eyes- continuing to swipe her pink tinted lip gloss over her own lips; enjoying the delightful scent of peach that emitted.

"She's your friend too, y'know." Poodle commented, slightly frustrated with her boyfriend's antics. Chase was clearly feeling extra clingy tonight and was doing every and anything in his power to get Poodle to stay with him instead of going to Neiima's launch party for her jewelry line.

Chase groaned, throwing his head back- letting his fluffy hair protect him against the wall. Poodle let out a soft laugh, "I'll be home before 9." She promised her boyfriend.

Chase grumbled a bit before being distracted by a few notifications on his phone. Not that Poodle minded, she loved her boyfriend more than all the stars combined...but she also really loved doing her makeup in silence.

Blend blend blend, tap tap tap, blend blend blend, tap tap-

“Princess…” Poodle heard from behind her, and suddenly her blush was too bright. Just as she began to set down her brush, Chase spoke again.

“Come ride on me.” He sighed, causing her to wipe around quickly- eyebrows raised in shock. “What?!” She gawked, bewildered by her boyfriend’s boldness.

Chase had the audacity to put on a dumbfounded face, “What?” He asked- a knowing smirk plastered deep onto his face. “What did you say?” Poodle repeated her question. Chase thought for a moment before laughing, “I said…cam..camaraderie.” The brunette boy lied, struggling to hold in his cheesy smile.

Poodle squinted her eyes at him, crossing her arms over her chest. “Chase, spell camaraderie.” She tested; giving him a look that made him squirm.

As expected, he could not spell camaraderie. 

Poodle rolled her eyes, standing up and absent-mindedly smoothing out her dress before sitting next to chase; looking deeply into his eyes. Chase, like the man he was, already had a goofy smile and a red-tint to his face.

Poodle’s eyes trailed from Chase’s, floating down to his curled lips and then lower to his neck that she felt was tailored just for her teeth. 

Poodle quite liked denying her boyfriend of things- consensually, of course. But god when her boyfriend looked at her with those eyes? Eyes that were practically begging her to touch him- even if that touch was just a kiss? Well…even the devil had his weaknesses.

The girl launched herself into her boyfriend’s lap, letting out a soft giggle as his hands found their way to her hips- lightly squeezing the fabric of her dress. Poodle cupped her lover’s face- pride filling her chest at how her boyfriend blushed- before colliding their lips together.

There wasn’t a fight for dominance. Chase knew his place.

Poodle guided, Chase followed. When Poodle’s tongue pushed, Chase’s mouth opened. The two weren’t new to this; far from it. Poodle’s chest pressed up against Chase’s, pushing him further into her pillows; only proving even further that Chase’s pleasure was thanks to her.

And god did it do things to the man. Chase didn’t dare mess up Poodle’s freshly styled hair, opting to just trail his hands up and down her legs, caressing them as if she was a product of Michelangelo. 

A whine slipped from Chase’s lips as Poodle pulled away, just as the man was about to beg for more- he let his eyes flutter shut as he felt Poodle’s kisses begin to sprinkle around his neck. Pure bliss filling his head. 

Poodle knew what she was doing, she knew exactly how to pleasure Chase- but right now it pleasured her to not pleasure him. However, like the spoiled lover the boy was, it didn’t take long for gentle whines to start escaping his lips. 

“Please?” He begged, she ignored. Which wasn’t new, but that didn’t make Chase any less frustrated. “Princess…please?” He asked once more, moving his neck slightly.

Poodle thought for a moment, she was about to leave the boy for at least three hours. At this realization, Poodle moved to the area on Chase’s neck that made the boy weak; peppering a few glossy-lipped kisses on it before beginning to suckle. 

Chase let out a breath of relief, sinking underneath Poodle and deeper into her mattress. “I love you, god- I love you.” Chase stammered, head clouded with the knowledge that Poodle had granted him the privilege of feeling this good.

Poodle felt a bit bad for showing up a tad bit late to Neiima’s launch party; but seeing the bright red marks she’d left all over Chase’s neck made any guilt she had fade far away.

a/n : did i write this with the intention of making chase a sub? ...no. no i did not. it just slipped out😭

[promenadewithme]

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Crazier - Taylor Swift

New Year’s Day - Taylor Swift

Daylight - Taylor Swift

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I'm Yours - Jason Mraz

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Tenerife Sea - Ed Sheeran

How Would You Feel (Paean) - Ed Sheeran

Kiss Me - Ed Sheeran

Afterglow - Ed Sheeran

Lego House - Ed Sheeran

Dive - Ed Sheeran

Galway Girl - Ed Sheeran

Everything Has Changed - Ed Sheeran + Taylor Swift

I Was Made For Loving You - Tori Kelly + Ed Sheeran

Make You Feel My Love -Adele

One Call Away - Charlie Puth

Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol

Just The Way You Are - Bruno Mars

Count On Me - Bruno Mars

Little Things - One Direction

Night Changes - One Direction

Can't Help Falling In Love - Elvis Presley

Andante, Andante - ABBA

Waterloo - ABBA

All Of Me - John Legend

Ocean Eyes - Billie Eilish

Snowman - Sia

A Thousand Years - Christina Perri

Arms - Christina Perri

Teenage Dream - Katy Perry

Halo - Beyoncé

The Only Exception - Paramore

Dandelions - Ruth B

Someone To You - BANNERS

Would You Be So Kind - Dodie

Someone You Like - The Girl and The Dreamcatcher

If I Could Tell Her - Ben Platt 

Absolutely Smitten - Dodie

How Long Will I Love - Ellie Goulding

Angst (Romantic)

Good 4 u - Olivia Rodrigo

Drivers License - Olivia Rodrigo

Deja Vu - Olivia Rodrigo

Brutal - Olivia Rodrigo

Traitor - Olivia Rodrigo

Enough For You - Olivia Rodrigo

1 step forward, 3 steps back - Olivia Rodrigo

Happier - Olivia Rodrigo

Jealousy, Jealousy- Olivia Rodrigo

Favourite Crime - Olivia Rodrigo

Hope Ur Ok - Olivia Rodrigo

Betty - Taylor Swift

Exile - Taylor Swift

Teardrops On My Guitar - Taylor Swift

Wildest Dreams - Taylor Swift

Tolerate It - Taylor Swift

You’re Not Sorry - Taylor Swift

Should’ve Said No - Taylor Swift

White Horse - Taylor Swift

You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift

My Tears Ricochet - Taylor Swift

Back to December - Taylor Swift

Breathe - Taylor Swift

The 1 - Taylor Swift

All Too Well - Taylor Swift

Invisible String - Taylor Swift

Evermore - Taylor Swift

Lose You To Love Me - Selena Gomez

The Heart Wants What It Wants - Selena Gomez

When I Was Your Man -Bruno Mars

Someone Like You - Adele

Hello - Adele

All I Ask - Adele

Let Her Go - Passenger

Say Something - A Great Big World

Stay With Me - Sam Smith

California King Bed - Rihanna

Take a Bow - Rihanna

Broken Hearted Girl - Beyoncé

Tonight I Wanna Cry - Keith Urban

The Winner Takes It All - ABBA

SOS - ABBA

One Of Us - ABBA

Half a Heart - One Direction

Yesterday - The Beatles

If The World Was Ending - Julia Michaels

Colors - Halsey

Happier - Ed Sheeran

One Last Time - Ariana Grande

Why’d You Only Call Me When You High - Artic Monkeys

Play Date - Melanie Martinez

Just a Friend to You - Meghan Trainor

All I Want - Kodaline

Love You From A Distance - Ashley Kutcher

Potential Breakup Song - Aly & AJ

I Don’t Wanna See You With Her - Maria Mena

Let Her Go - Passenger

All My Tears - Ane Brun

Always On My Mind - Elvis Presley

Someone to you - Lewis Capaldi 

Before You Go - Lewis Capaldi

Others

Sit Still, Look Pretty - Daya

How To Be A Heartbreaker - MARINA

No Body, No Crime - Taylor Swift

Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift

Blank Space - Taylor Swift

You Need To Calm Down - Taylor Swift

Getaway Car -Taylor Swift

Gorgeous - Taylor Swift

Bad Blood - Taylor Swift

The Man - Taylor Swift

22 - Taylor Swift

Dorothea - Taylor Swift

Marjorie - Taylor Swift

The Best Day - Taylor Swift

Mirrorball - Taylor Swift

I Forgot That You Existed - Taylor Swift

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things - Taylor Swift

The Lakes - Taylor Swift

The Last Great American Dynasty - Taylor Swift

Since U Been Gone - Kelly Clarkson

When I Kissed The Teacher - ABBA

I Have A Dream - ABBA

I've Been Waiting For You - ABBA

You'll Be In My Heart - Phil Collins

Titanium - David Guetta (feat. Sia)

F**ckin' Perfect - P!nk

New Rules - Dua Lipa

IDGAF - Dua Lipa

Bad Guy - Billie Eilish

You Should See Me in A Crown - Billie Eilish

COPYCAT - Billie Eilish

Count On Me - Bruno Mars

Stand By You - Rachel Platten

Firework - Katy Perry

Because You Loved Me - Céline Dion

See You Again - Wiz Khalifa + Charlie Puth

NO - Meghan Trainor

Skyfall - Adele

Gasoline - Halsey

Castle On The Hill - Ed Sheeran

Save Myself - Ed Sheeran

Supermarket Flowers - Ed Sheeran

Small Bump - Ed Sheeran

Growing Up - Macklemore, Ryan Lewis, Ed Sheeran

7 Rings - Ariana Grande

Bad Liar - Selena Gomez

Rare - Selena Gomez

Who Says - Selena Gomez

I Turn To You - Christina Aguilera

Till There Was You - The Beatles

Sweetest Devotion - Adele

ps: sorry, I'm a Swiftie and a Sheerio <3

Characters

Character x fem! or GN! reader (ROMANTIC)

ACOTAR: Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel, Lucien, Helion, Tarquin, kallias and Tamlin.

BRIDGERTON: Anthony Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton and Simon Basset.

GRISHAVERSE: Nikolai, Mal, The Darkling, Kaz, Matthias, Jesper, Wylan and David.

THRONE OF GLASS: Dorian Havilliard and Chaol Westfall.

HARRY POTTER: Harry, Ron, Neville, Draco, George, Fred, Oliver, Cedric, Young Sirius, Young James and Young Remus.

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE: Mr Darcy and Mr Bingley.

MARVEL: Steve, Bucky, Sam, Pietro, Loki, Thor, Peter Parker, Ned, Tony, Bruce, Vision, Clint, T'Challa, Scott Lang, James Rhodes, Peter Quill and Stephen Strange.

THE HUNGER GAMES: Peeta, Gale and Finnick.

GREY'S ANATOMY: Derek Shepherd, Andrew DeLuca, Alex Karev, Jackson Avery, Mark Sloan, George O'Malley, Link, Koracick and Ben Warren.

TEEN WOLF: Scott, Stiles, Derek, Isaac, Liam and Jackson.

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES: Damon, Stefan, Matt, Klaus, Elijah and Kai.

NARNIA: Peter, Edmund and Caspian.

STAR WARS: Anakin, Obi Wan, Kylo, Han, Luke, Poe, Finn and Din Djarin.

Character x platonic!/sis!/bro!/enemy!/daughter!/son!/mentor!/or anything else platonic Reader

ACOTAR: Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel, Feure, Nesta, Elain, Mor, Amren, Nyx, Lucien, Tarquin, Helion, Kallias, Tamlin, Ianthe, Suriel and Bone Carver.

GRISHAVERSE: Nikolai, Mal, Darkling, David, Alina, Bahgra, Zoya, Tamar, Tolya, Apparat, Kaz, Matthias, Jesper, Wylan, Nina, Inej, Tantee Heleen and Pekka Rollins.

THRONE OF GLASS: Dorian, Chaol and Aelin.

BRIDGERTON: Anthony, Benedict, Colin; Daphne, Eloise, Francesca, Gregory, Hyacinth, Lady Violet, Simon, Lady Danbury, Penelope, Lady Portia Featherington, Marina, Sienna, Genevieve, Cressida and Queen Charlotte.

HARRY POTTER: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny, Luna, Draco, George, Fred, Oliver, Cedric, Cho, Seamus, Fleur, Pansy, Myrtle, Sirius (old or young), James (old or young), Remus (old or young), Lily (old or young), Molly, Arthur, Bill, Percy, Charlie, Xenophilus Lovegood, Snape, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Hagrid, Moody, Flitwick, Umbridge, Bellatrix, Voldemort, Lucius, Narcissa, Peter Pettigrew, Helga Hufflepuff, Salazar Slytherin, Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Dobby and Nearly Headless Nick.

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE: Mr Darcy, Georgiana Darcy, Mr Bingley, Caroline Bingley, Elizabeth Bennet, Jane Bennet, Mary Bennet, Lydia Bennet, Catherine Bennet, Charlotte Lucas, Wickam, Mr Collins, Mr Bennet, Mrs Bennet.

MARVEL: Steve, Peggy, Sharon, Natasha, Bucky, Sam, Carol, Monica Rambeau, Pietro, Wanda, Agatha Harkness, Loki, Frigga, Odin, Hela, Thor, Heimdall, Jane Foster, Darcy Lewis, Valkyrie, Peter Parker, Ned, MJ, Tony, Pepper, Morgan, Happy, Howard, Bruce, Vision, Clint, T'Challa, Shuri, Scott, Hope, Hank, Cassie, James Rhodes, Peter Quill, Gamora, Mantis, Nebula, Groot, Rocket, Drax, Stephen Strange, Wong, Nick Fury, Phil Coulson, Maria Hill, Thanos, Ancient One, Red Skull, Ultron, John Walker and Zemo.

THE HUNGER GAMES: Katniss, Peeta, Gale, Finnick, Haymitch, Rue, President Snow, Primrose, Effie, Cinna and Johanna.

GREY'S ANATOMY: Meredith, Derek, Andrew, Alex, Jackson, Mark, Lexie, Cristina, April, Izzie, George, Callie, Owen, Addison, Arizona, Miranda, Amelia, Link, Burke, Teddy, Maggie, Richard, Carina, Ben Warren, Megan Hunt, Ellis Grey, Catherine Avery and Tom Koracick.

TEEN WOLF: Scott, Stiles, Malia, Lydia, Allison, Derek, Isaac, Liam, Jackson, Peter Hale, Chris Argent, Sheriff Stilinski, Kira, Melissa McCall and Noshiko Yukimura.

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES: Damon, Elena, Katherine, Stefan, Caroline, Bonnie, Jenna, Klaus, Elijah, Rebeka, Sheriff Forbes, Kai and Lexi.

NARNIA: Peter, Susan, Edmund, Lucy, Caspian and Aslan.

STAR WARS: Anakin, Padme, Yoda, Jarjar, Obi Wan, Kylo, Rey, Han, Leia, Luke, Poe, Finn and Din Djarin and Grogu.

No pressure tags: @venuswritesfanfic @for-bebbanburg @maggiescarborough @multifandomfix @sweetnspicysimp @lazypeachsoul @magravenwrites

[jakewebberr9]

WE NEED A CARRINGTON RPPP GUYSSS

Who volunteers??

@nicolas-sturnioloo @johnnie-guilbertt @matthewsturnioloo @chrissturnioloo @tarasyum

What do you think guys?

[thephantomofthe-internet]

Stupid Cupid

Steve Harrington x Reader

Author’s Note: So, two important things to note here: one, this is for @moonstruckhargrove‘s 1k Challenge, which ended two days ago I know. Two, in regards for this being late, I have a reason! I started some fucking angst with both Billy AND Steve and it...fine. And then I just hated it and it was over 6k and I just had to scrape it all. So now we have some fluff and longing, which I’ve probably written five times and is probably boring. BUT when I say I’ll do something, I do, so enjoy I guess

Tag List: @hargrovesgoldilocks @moonstruckhargrove @casaharrington @denimjacketkisses @lilmissperfectlyimperfect @thechickvic @alex--awesome--22 @so-not-hotmess

Word Count: 2,995

Warnings: cheating, maybe swearing?

Prompt: 11. I love you, you enormous pain in my ass 

You’d been dancing around the subject for a month and a half.

You really shouldn’t have been, but you were scared.

You’d started dating Billy the second he arrived in town and Steve thought you were actually nuts. At first, it might’ve been because he was in love with you, but then he got the shit kicked out of him by the fucker and all bets were off. He didn’t tell you about the scene, because he didn’t want you to worry or worse, bring it up with the asshole that’d done it to him, but he didn’t hold back his disdain about him with you anymore.

But you had a feeling something more was going on. Billy was not exactly subtle about his disdain for your friend, but you assumed it would fade eventually, a sort of jealousy on both their parts. But that didn’t fade and soon Steve was actively pissing on your guy. And Billy, well he’d always been an ass about Steve, so nothing much changed.

What changed was Billy’s attention. Kristen McMasters got a boob job over the Christmas break and all bets were off. Billy was…enticed to say the least.

Everyone seemed to know it was coming before you. Everyone except Steve. He would’ve told you, he swore that and you believed him, but he was distracted by his hatred and missed the signs. And you certainly didn’t see it coming. You knew enough about Billy’s family to guess that the holiday season was not going to be a merry season for him. You thought he was stressed out by upcoming exams and finding the cash to buy gifts for his stepmother and Max, which Neil was forcing him to buy. You thought it would fade when you got to Macy’s birthday bash.

And it did, sort of. Because he abandoned you and, after you went searching, you found him with Kristen McMasters riding him, her fake tits bouncing wildly. You guessed it was a good stress reliever for him.

You blamed Carol, for not telling you what was happening in the room she declaring your missing boyfriend was in. You blamed yourself, for not knocking first. You blamed Kristen, for going off with your boyfriend and screwing him. But mostly, you blamed Billy for being unable to ignore the lure of big, perky, fake boobs. You blamed him for being such an awful boyfriend.

You thanked Steve.

He found you, screaming at Billy and crying as he dismissed your emotions and smacked Kristen’s ass as she scurried out, red faced and head hung in shame. He led you away, letting you cry it out in the car, and letting you punch Carol in her bitchy face, wiping the snotty smirk off her face. Best of all, he let you hide at his place when your mother sent you angrily over to the Hargrove-Mayfield house with the big batch of cookies she’d made for them for Christmas. You gorged yourself on baking while watching movies in his big empty house; his parents weren’t home till Christmas Eve and you hid a batch your mother had made in the freezer for them to have, switching the notes she’s written out from ‘To Billy, Love Y/N’ to ‘To the Harrington’s, season greetings from the Y/L/N’s’ and insisting Steve pull them out to defrost before his parents returned. It was a nice that turned into several days as you just kept hiding their, studying for exams and listening to music and forcing him to decorate.

He helped you heal over Christmas. He helped you when you had to return to school. He held you back when you found Kristen and Billy were a couple and bragging about how Billy hadn’t been satisfied before he ditched you. He drove you to school and brought you coffee and kept Billy off your ass. He took a lot of grief from the guy in exchange for him ignoring you.  It was something he didn’t even think twice about; you didn’t need his bullshit and Steve didn’t really care, it just made Billy look like an asshole.

And it was making Billy look like an asshole. Even Tommy didn’t think it was that funny anymore.

The semester shifted wildly in Steve’s favour-suddenly, the world seemed to go back into place. But Steve didn’t want it anymore. He didn’t want to be King Steve; he wanted to be the world’s best babysitter to Dustin and his friends and your best friend. Internally, he wanted to be your boyfriend, but he didn’t think that was gonna happen and so he held out for the friendship you shared.

Of course, you were more than ready to be with him, if he’d ask. Steve, post Nancy, had gotten incredibly good at hiding his feelings. He didn’t want to get hurt again and you couldn’t stand the idea of ruining your friendship or his comfort with you by bringing in silly feelings. You’d just suffer in silence and watch him be happy.

But it was sort of weird. As Steve gained his status back among your peers, the girls who hadn’t been so vocal in their interest in him began crawling out of the woodwork and into his lap. Maybe they had always been there and you hadn’t noticed, or maybe they simply jumped ship from Billy onto him. But either way, Steve wasn’t as interested in them. And that threw you for a loop-Steve was always a ladies’ man, a womanizer and a flirt. Every girl seemed to have a Steve Harrington story-an encounter or a near miss that bound them in some sort of gossip circle. You didn’t have one of these moments, at least not one that you’d tell anyone about.

Steve was trashed, positively trashed. You knew that he was gonna go nuts, seeing as how it was March break and he had the house empty, again, meaning no one to catch him trashed upon his return. Katy Andrews, a naïve junior, had decided to throw the annual Spring Break Bash at her house, her parents seemingly equally naïve as to leave her alone while they went to Florida to visit her grandparents. The house was destroyed and poor Katy was crying in the bathroom, moaning that her parents were going to kill her, and you had to get Steve back home before he blacked out or did something even more regrettable. He had already smashed poor Katy’s pool table in the basement, although you weren’t sure she knew about that yet. You intended to get Steve out before he started blabbing about it.

Steve wasn’t easily dragged off by most, but you grabbed him tight and kept him moving, hooking an arm around his chest as he whined about wanting to “fucking party!”You were just glad Steve lived close so you wouldn’t have to drive him anywhere. Once you were out on the sidewalk, Steve went with you without a hitch, a goofy smile like pure sunshine on his face. When you arrived at him house, you pulled the spare key from under the mat and unlocked the door, not bothering to try to get Steve to remember where he put his.

“Finally, I got you alone…” he slurred stumbling into the dark house, his warm hands coming to your hips as he walked, well tripped, up the stairs.

“Oh god, Steve, be careful you’re gonna fall down the stairs and take me with you.” You laughed, pulling his hands off your waist and hoping he didn’t fall from the change. He whined loudly as you pushed him up and into his room.

“Alright lay down I-”

“Woah woah slow down, baby, I like it slow.” His hands came to your face and you froze, unsure if he was kidding or not. But his lips came to yours, quick and warm and gentle. And you let yourself kiss him back, a selfish decision you rationalized as the only one you’d ever make with him. He broke away first, rubbing his thumbs over your cheeks, smiling softly at you “You’re so beautiful, Nancy…”

Your blood ran cold, but you maintained an easy smile as your heart broke “And you’re so drunk, Steve. Let me go get you some water so you’re not hung over tomorrow.” You said, patting his cheek gently and pulling away. Steve didn’t follow and you took the opportunity to let a loud and sad sigh trying to keep from crying. You’d done it yourself, letting yourself get your hopes up that he could feel the same way about you. You filled a glass, bringing it back upstairs. Steve had passed out and you decided not to wake him, letting yourself feel a bit of vindictive anger and letting him suffer in the morning. You had told your parents you were crashing at a friend’s house and so made your way downstairs, crashing on Steve’s couch, feeling smaller than ever.

You never reminded Steve of this moment, you didn’t want to embarrass the poor guy, but you distanced yourself a bit after that. You had had hope before that moment but after it you put some space between the two of you. You didn’t want to get hurt and you really didn’t want to get hurt by Steve. So you did your best to break away-you went out with other people, including one terrible date with Keith from the arcade. You partied without him, you drank and danced, you even hung out with Tommy and Carol again and got high in Tommy’s basement, watching Kristen beg for Billy’s attention as he kept his locked on you. It wasn’t fun, not nearly as it would’ve been to just get high with Steve, hot boxing his bedroom with a bag of cheese puffs between you. But it was what you needed to do. You needed to be away.

But Steve kept dragging you back.

He couldn’t lose you, he wouldn’t. He didn’t know what he did but he was determined to get you back. He chased you single-mindedly, determined to keep you in your life. And he did, you were never going away, and he knew that.

He made his moves in small ways too. He took you to prom, under the guise of him needing a date for when he won prom king, which he did by a landslide. He tried to not marvel at you in stiff taffeta as you shuffled around, trying to blow stiff pieces of hair out of your eyes as you sipped spiked punch with a bored expression. Prom wasn’t exactly your scene, but you had some fun dancing with him. He looked so handsome in his dumb suit and, later, in his cheesy plastic crown, you couldn’t keep your eyes off him. Despite not wanting to go at all, you had a lot of fun. It would’ve been better if he was actually your boyfriend, so you could be jealous when Tina tried to hit on him and make a scene. Instead you watched in silence, barely listening to Nancy as she whined about Jonathan’s whining about the music playing at the event. You wanted Steve to be happy and if that meant Tina then you’d deal with Tina next to your broken heart.

As summer came and college approached, you began to hit your breaking point. You had two options for college, one within driving distance and one on the opposite side of the state. You had been honestly been considering staying in two, a cheaper choice that could mean renting an apartment in between the school and your home town. But staying in town could only lead to more pain from your longing, a pain that could be ended simply by leaving him behind. Steve was staying in town, he was going to the police academy, so leaving could be the right choice.

But there was only one way to find out.

Steve had been working at Scoops Ahoy! all summer, leaving him smelling like spoiled milk all the time, but flushed with cash and a new found disdain for his classmates and their parents. You hung out with him at work often enough, meeting his co-worker Robin, who you thought Steve obviously had a crush on, until you learned about her girlfriend Heather. You felt silly after that, but it just reminded you that you had to tell him how you felt.

And soon.

You waited until July, because you had to submit your acceptance by the end of the month for community college and the second week for your second choice. You needed to know before you chose.

Normally, you wouldn’t invite yourself over to Steve’s house, especially without a call first, but something in your gut told you that if you tried to call, you’d chicken out. So you got in your car and drove, grinding your teeth and locking your eyes on the horizon, fingers rapping on the steering wheel erratically. You knew Steve’s parents were gone to the summer house in Spain, a trip Steve wasn’t invited on, but you didn’t know if Steve was home.

His car certainly was. You parked behind him, scurrying up the steps and knocking loud and fast on the door. There was no answer, but you tried again, ringing the doorbell, pressing the button a few too many times.

You heard Steve’s voice through the door “I’m coming! Jesus Christ…” He pulled the door open with a scowl that fell away when he saw you. He had obviously just been in the pool. You started to wonder if someone else was here. Still, you held your ground.

“Hey, Y/N, I didn’t know it was you, what’s up?” he said awkwardly, smiling tersely.

“I need to talk to you.” You said, pushing your way past him and into the dark house, dropping your bag on the table by the door. Steve followed behind you awkwardly, wet feet squishing on the tile. He didn’t know what you were here for, but he wasn’t exactly going to kick you out now.

You stopped in the living room, unlit and quiet. You turned to look at Steve, trying to settle your heart and breathing. “Should I go away for school?” you asked breathlessly, the words falling out of your mouth in a tangled string.

Steve’s eyebrows flew into his hairline “Why are you asking me?”

“Cause you’re my friend and I want your opinion.” You snapped, crossing your arms over your chest, foot tapping fasting on the carpeted floor.

“Well I don’t know, do what you want.” Steve said, your tense energy starting to feed into his own and making him tense and snippy.

“Well I don’t know! That’s why I’m asking you!”

“What does my opinion matter anyway, Y/N?” Steve sighed, looking away. His body language changed and you noticed instantly.

Because of course Steve didn’t want you to move away. He wanted you to stay right there in his pocket, where he could hold onto the hope that you’d one day catch onto these signals he was so sure were obvious to everyone and you feel the same.

“You clearly have an opinion, so let me hear it, I wanna hear it!”

Steve groaned, dread settling into his stomach. He didn’t like this conversation, he knew it would only end in a fight.

“Go wherever you want, Y/N, what does it matter what I think?”

“Because I love you, you enormously stubborn pain in my ass and I’m not gonna move away if you feel the same!” you cried exasperatedly.

Well there it was. It’s out. And Steve was deadly silently, staring at you unblinkingly. That was answer enough for you, you pushed past him and rushed towards the front door. You knew you were about to cry or scream and you wouldn’t let either happen in front of him.

Steve grabbed your arm, pulling you back and crashing you into his chest, his other coming to your face, kissing you hard before you could interject or try to pull away.

He’d frozen when you said that you loved him. Because that had never happened before. He’d said it once and the results were disastrous for his self esteem and mindset. But you loved him. It rocked him to his core, he didn’t know what to do. And then you were walking away and he knew he’d waited a second too long. And now he was kissing you and you were kissing him back and oh my god the world could end and he’d be utterly content.

He broke away first, he needed to take a deep breath, but he kept his hands firmly on your face, looking down at you with the softest, most love struck expression you’d ever seen.

“Don’t go, okay? I want you to stay here with me.” He whispered softly.

You couldn’t help the grin that broke onto your face “I thought you didn’t have an opinion?”

“I thought you didn’t feel the same.”

“How could I know how you felt if you didn’t tell me?” you asked teasingly, poking a finger into his chest.

“I thought you’d catch on to…the obvious signals I was giving?”

“And what signals would those be?” you asked, watching Steve flounder for an answer, which he never found. “If it makes you feel better, I was looking for proof that you didn’t like me at all.”

“We’re idiots aren’t we?” Steve asked, pulling you closer to him.

“Nah, we’re just…selectively smart.” You grinned, and Steve pulled your chin up to meet his lips. You pressed a finger on his lips, keeping you apart for a second. “Wait, you…you like…you love me too right?” you asked awkwardly, watching as the error hit Steve again.

“Oh yeah! Shit, right, I do! I love you!” Steve blushed and you pulled him down to kiss you again, clinging onto him as if your world was ending.

In a way, it was.

[panda-noosh]

SONDER {Keith x Reader}

Words: 11k

  Summary: Keith Kogane had never taken a liking to children. He thought they were far too fragile. He thought of himself as incapable of caring for anyone under the age of eighteen – and yet the day he meets you and your five year old daughter, he is unable to stop himself from getting wrapped up in your family dynamics.

  Genre: mostly fluff, but a lil sprinkle of angst in there.

  Warning: mentions of a broken family, if that's something y'all don't want to read about.

  Notes: masterlist – SOOOOOFT KEITH

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Sonder: (n) the realisation that each passer-by has a life as vivid and complex as your own.

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    Keith was tired.

   His final order of the night until he would be granted permission to go home, and he was tired.

  This always happened. He could go through an entire day, delivering pizzas and gradually hating his life more and more as the night went on, but as soon as he reached that final house, his body truly felt as if it was going to cave in on itself.

    He braced himself in the car before he went in. The warmth from the thermal oven in the back of the vehicle was making sweat trickle down the back of his neck, his red uniform sticking to him uncomfortably. He plucked at it, rearranged his shirt – anything to make the time drag out a little bit more.

   He sighed whenever he realised that he would eventually have to move; at the end of the day, the customer had paid for food, and food was what they would get. Keith was just slightly angry that it had to be him delivering it.

   With careful hands, Keith picked up the bag in which the order had been placed – peeking inside, something he always did, he saw that the bag contained a kids meal and a full twelve inch pizza.

    He tried his hardest to fight off the grimace on his face whenever he finally knocked on the front door. With his luck, his exhaustion would have worn him out to the point where he wasn't even able to follow the GPS – he had probably gotten the wrong house, was probably going to have to spend the next half hour trying to figure out where he should actually be rather than going to bed and sleeping, just like he-

    The door opened – seemingly on its own.

   Keith raised a brow at the empty space before him, craning his neck in his attempts to find somebody he could shove the food off to – but nobody was there. The door had just opened entirely on its own, and now Keith looked even more like a fool.

    “Hello.”

   He nearly cried out.

    Although no noise escaped him, he still flinched away from the door he had been leaning towards, eyes frantically snapping down and clicking on a little girl standing in the doorway. She couldn't have been more than five years old, looking up at Keith with big green eyes, her finger stuck in her mouth. She was wearing a pair of light pink pyjamas, had a teddy bear curled in her arm – she looked like the dictionary definition of an innocent child.

   Keith wasn't sure what to do.

   He wasn't good with kids. He had never been around them growing up, meaning he lacked the emotional skills that one may need to care for such a small, innocent human being.

    “Hello,” he hesitantly replied. “Uh... Did you happen to order pizza?”

    “My mummy did,” she said.

   Keith nodded slowly. What else was he to do? The little girl continued to stare up at him, as if waiting for him to come up with some smart-witted remark in response to what she had said – but there was nothing to say. So her mum had ordered food – where was her mum?

   “Do you maybe wanna go and get your mummy so she can take the food?” asked Keith.

  The little girl shook her head, black head of curls swinging wildly around her face in a way that almost made Keith chuckle with fondness. “No. Mummy's only just got home from work. She was tired.”

   “Tired?” Keith raised a brow. “Is she sleeping?”

  The little girl nodded.

    Keith swallowed. She was sleeping. The little girls mummy was sleeping, and by the looks of things, the little girl had nobody else with her – or else they would have opened the door, surely?

   Despite himself, Keith couldn't help the spike of worry that arose within him. He wouldn't feel right simply handing over the bag of food and leaving the little girl in this house on her own. She clearly had no worries about stranger danger, opening the door to anybody who knocked. It wouldn't be safe to trust her on her own.

    So, Keith did the responsible, adult thing and bent down to the girls height. Her green eyes followed his every movement.

   “What's your name?” he asked.

   “Hope.”

   “Hope. That's a pretty name.” Keith winced. Was that how you were meant to talk to children? “Listen, Hope. My name's Keith. I'm your pizza delivery man.”

  Hope nodded. “Mummy said you were bringing us dinner.”

   “I am.” Keith indicated to the bag of food beside him. Hope immediately gasped, her finger falling from her mouth. She dove towards the takeout bag, startling Keith, and started rummaging through it.

   “Mummy ordered me pizza and chips!” she exclaimed happily. “Ooh, and a big pizza, too!”

   Keith couldn't suppress his chuckle. “Yeah, she did. But I'm gonna need you to go and get your mummy up so she can come and get the food off me. Does that sound like something you can do?”

   Hope shook her head, still rummaging around in the bag. “No. Mummy's tired. You can get her up.”

  Keith blanked. “Hm?”

   “You wake her up.” And then, without a care in the world, Hope snatched the kids meal out of the bag and dashed back into the house, leaving the door open in a silent invitation for Keith to follow her.

   Keith sat there, squatting upon this strangers doorstep. Exhaustion was still thrumming in his veins, causing a headache to appear behind his eyelids, but the shock of the moment was beginning to chase that feeling away.

   Did he walk in? Never before had he entered one of his customers houses – especially not to wake them up. If there was no answer, he tended to just turn around and leave.

    He slowly rose, grabbing the food. He made to call out for Hope, to tell her he couldn't just enter her house without an adults permission-

     CRASH!

   Hope cried out.

   Keith wasn't sure when he had dashed into the house, or why he had done it, or where the food had gone, but he was in the house in seconds. It was small enough that he was able to pin point the room in which Hope was almost as soon as he entered through the front door; whenever he rounded the corner into the kitchen, he could see that the little girl had been trying to reach the knives and forks, had pulled a chair over in her attempts and ended up slamming her head against the counter.

   Keith grabbed her as she wobbled on the edge of the chair, gripping her eyebrow, howling. He half expected her to start thrashing in his grip, tell him to leave her alone, but the girl did no such thing; in fact, she nuzzled into his neck, stifling her scream-like-sobs in his flesh.

    Keith awkwardly patted her back. “Sh, it's okay. That was silly, wasn't it? Climbing chairs isn't safe.”

   “I wanted a fork!” Hope howled.

    “You ask an adult whenever you want something from a high-up shelf,” Keith said. “Then you won't get-”

   “Oh my goodness, Hope!”

   Keith instinctively tightened his grip on the little girls waist, spinning around with her now resting on his hip – why he hadn't just left her to stand on the chair, he wasn't sure, but the protective flare up in his body told him that that wasn't a good idea.

   He relaxed as soon as he saw you, though.

   Barrelling into the kitchen with your hair a dishevelled mess, it was clear who you were. You wore a white shirt that was in desperate need of ironing; there was mascara staining the bottom of your eyelids and a single mark on your exposed shin from where you had slammed your leg against the door in your haste to the kitchen.

   You ran over to Keith and snatched Hope from his arms, holding her tight to your collar bone and quietly cooing in her ear. Now, Keith didn't know what to do.

    He had been stupid. Why had he walked in? Now he would be stuck with the impossible task of explaining to you why he was in your house, holding your little girl as she cried and screamed.

    It seemed as if those questions truly were the ones you wanted answers to, though you didn't say anything just yet. You looked over Hope's trembling shoulder, inspecting Keith cautiously – he was shocked by your appearance just as much as you were shocked about his. You didn't look much older than twenty years old – Keith was twenty two. How was he older than a person with a five year old child?

  Suddenly self conscious, Keith ducked his head down and gathered up his hat which had fallen from his shock of black hair in his haste to get to Hope's side.

    “Your food will be £8.68.”

    “Thank you so much,” was all you said.

   Keith shrugged. “It was nothing.”

   “Mummy, the pizza man saved my life,” Hope said. Her voice was trembling as she peeled herself away from your collar bone to look into your eyes. “He told me to ask an adult whenever I want something from big shelves.”

   You raised a brow. “Big shelves?”

  “High up shelves,” Keith corrected. His face was burning.

   You nodded slowly, looking between Hope and Keith. Keith wanted nothing more than to just get up and leave, go home and spend the rest of the night watching Netflix on his sofa whilst his room mate snored away in the other room – that was how Keith always spent his nights. But he instead found himself standing in your extremely small kitchen, waiting to see what you had to say about his heroics of the night.

    Keith looked up from the floor, immediately regretted it.

    Your lower lip was trembling. Why was your lower lip trembling? What was going on? What was Keith supposed to do? Would it be rude of him to just crash by you and sprint to the car before anything else happened?

   Your eyes started flooding with tears, and before Keith could, indeed, crash past you, you had broken down into fits of tears, hands trembling against Hope's back. Hope gasped in that dramatic way that five year olds always do. Apparently, her way of comforting was to merely reach up and start playing with the ends of your hair.

   Keith, upon seeing that Hope's tactic was doing very little to soothe you, hesitantly reached forward and placed a hand on your arm.

   “Hey, hey, none of that,” he said. That was what his dad used to say to him whenever he started crying – clearly it only worked on children, as your tears only got more prominent with every passing moment. “W-what's wrong? Hope's okay.”

   “I'm okay, Mummy!” Hope wound her short arms around your neck, clung on for dear life.

   You shook your head, pressing a hand to your nose and closing your eyes tightly. “I'm sorry. I'm such an idiot. I should just be thankful Hope didn't get herself hurt too badly.”

   “Exactly,” Keith croaked out, unable to come up with any other response in such a short space of time.

    “God, you must think I'm such an awful mother,” you said suddenly, and Keith's heart dropped.

   Okay, he would be lying if he were to say that he didn't think you slightly irresponsible – you had fallen asleep and left your five year old daughter to fend for herself in a house full of hazards – but he couldn't say that to you. It was obvious you had very deep regrets about the whole thing, and Keith could honestly say he had never seen a person run as fast as you had upon hearing the wailings of your daughter.

    “What? No. No, of course not,” Keith flustered, still rubbing your arm awkwardly.

   “I've just been so tired,” you sobbed. “Work hasn't been the best – I'm gonna need to find a new job, I think, but between shifts and looking after Hope on my days off, I just don't have time for job interviews, or to prepare myself for anything else.”

    “Anything else? What do you do now?”

   You looked up, slightly cautious all of a sudden. Keith caught sight of the small blush staining your cheeks, and had the sudden urge to take his words back.

   “I'm a cleaner,” you replied, before hastily adding, “For now! I'm a cleaner for now. I don't plan on staying there for long – the hours are ridiculous, and I don't get paid enough.”

     “Mummy cleans other people's rooms when they're on holiday,” Hope chimed in, still messing with the ends of your frizzy hair.

   You looked up. “I clean hotel rooms.”

   Keith blinked. His gut was churning. The headache had disappeared completely, replaced with an array of thoughts that were truly so bizarre he was contemplating just shutting them out entirely – but that was easier said than done as he looked at you now, tears staining your cheeks. You had looked away from Keith at this point, turned your attention on the little girl who was currently bobbing on your hip; there was a tiny red splotch just above her eyebrow, and you were running your finger over it continuously, as if smoothing it out.

   Keith couldn't just leave, though he wasn't sure why. He was a pizza delivery boy – it wasn't like his life was any better. As soon as he thought that, though, he immediately wanted to kick himself; just because he got tired during his shift, just because his boss was an absolute prick, didn't mean he had an awful life. He would never be able to imagine what it must feel like to be so young and have a child to look after – and judging by the sight before him, it was only you and Hope who lived here. There was no father to be seen anywhere.

   Keith stuffed his hands in his pocket, tried to restrain himself from saying anything that would come back and bite him.

   The restraints snapped whenever Hope quietly said, “I don't want you to work tomorrow, Mummy. You always smell like cleaning soap.”

    “I can get you a job at the pizza place I work at,” Keith suddenly spat out. It was as if his mouth was working quicker than his brain.

   Your looked up at Keith, eyes wide. Your lips had previously been pursed at Hope's comment, but now Keith saw them slowly peel away from one another as your jaw fell.

    “What?”

   “The place is always hiring,” said Keith awkwardly yet desperately. “Everyone who works there gets two days off a week, and nobody works longer than eight hours per shift. It's not – It's not that bad, really, and it's pretty close to here.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “And if you ever need a lift, I can always come and pick you up.”

   You were silent for a second. Keith shifted his feet, refusing to look up in fear of making his embarrassment clear; he had offered you the job. He would be deemed an absolute monster if he were to take the offer away from you now.

   “You would do that?” you asked quietly.

   “Well, sometimes listening to my boss complain about the lack of staff gets a little bit annoying. We're killing two birds with one stone.”

   Hope gasped, twisted in your grip and swatted Keith's arm. “Don't kill the birdies!”

   Keith chuckled light-heartedly, slowly reached out and ruffled Hope's hair. The girl crinkled her nose up, reached her arms out towards Keith in request. You looked at your daughter in shock, looked at Keith with the same wide eyes before Hope was clambering out of your arms and into Keith's.

   He held her on his hip, looking back at you for an answer to his offer as Hope started playing with the ends of his hair.

    “I – I'd be really grateful if you could talk to your boss for me,” you said. “I know I haven't shown much, but I can cook, and clean, and I'm good with people.”

   Keith smiled despite himself. “The boss will be overjoyed. I'll tell you the verdict as soon as I know.”

   You nodded, suddenly rummaging around in your pocket in search of something. “Thank you. Thank you so much. Here, let me give you my number – maybe you could give it to your boss so he can call me whenever he knows.”

   Keith flushed. What a strange end to the night.

   ----

   Keith.

   That was his name. Although you had read it on his name tag whenever you first saw him, he had been kind enough to tell you it before leaving your house that night. You had told him your own, handed over your phone number, and were now patiently waiting for destiny to take it's course.

   You knew it was a risk getting your hopes up. There was no guarantee that Keith's boss would even think of you as a liable person to contact without a job interview in place – a job interview you couldn't afford to appear at. That was what made this all so difficult – you were either working, or caring for your five year old daughter, and you would be damned if you gave up the short amount of time you had with her for a job interview.

   You sat with Hope on your lap. It was currently 5:00pm, and you were watching re-runs of Peppa Pig on the TV. Your bowls of spaghetti had been emptied and laid on the table in front of you, Hope with her head nuzzled in your collar bone and her finger popped in her mouth as the soft world of childhood cartoons whisked her into sleep.

    The warm atmosphere was abruptly cut off by the sound of your phone blaring.  

   Hope started. It was a habit of hers to think she had to answer every single phone call you received, and now was no different. Despite her drowsiness, she still managed to throw herself forward, grab onto your phone and press 'ACCEPT CALL' before you even had a chance to read the Caller ID over her shoulder.

    “Keith! Keith!” Hope exclaimed into the receiver. “Keith, Mummy and I are watching Peppa Pig. You need to call back later.”

   Your eyes widened. You snatched the phone out of Hope's hand, sent her a warning glare before pressing the phone to your ear.

   Keith was still chuckling.

   “I'm so sorry,” you said. “She's watching Peppa Pig.”

   “So I heard,” Keith replied. “Are you both doing okay?”

   “We're doing great. We had spaghetti for dinner, didn't we?” You gently poked Hope in the stomach. She squealed, flopping off of your lap and scrambling over to the other side of the sofa, cuddling a pillow protectively to her chest.

   Keith laughed even louder then. “Well, I'm happy to hear it. Listen, I spoke to my boss a few nights ago and he's only just got back to me now-” Your heart thundered. “He said he would love to bring you in for some nights during the week if you're willing to do it.”

    Honestly, the world could have shattered then and there and you wouldn't have noticed.

   There was an emotion flooding your body that you couldn't place. Relief? There was definitely relief. Your shoulders seemed a little looser, your cheek muscles no longer constantly tense. But there was an overwhelming surge of happiness that rattled within you at the same time, especially whenever you glanced over at Hope (who was now dancing to the Peppa Pig end credits) and realised that perhaps you would be able to see her grow up.

    “Keith,” you spluttered. “Thank you so much. I can't even – wow. Are you serious?”

   “I am deadly serious,” he replied. “See you on Monday, then?”

  You pressed a hand to your mouth, spoke through your fingers. “I'll see you on Monday.”

   ---

   Monday could not have come sooner.

   Your excitement was prominent as you got ready for your first day of work. You had woken up two hours before your alarm, had made Hope and yourself a fairly large breakfast consisting of pancakes – Hope's favourite, though she very nearly fell asleep in them this morning – and orange juice to wash it down.

   By the time you were due to leave, the babysitter, Veronica, had commented multiple times on how excitable you seemed this morning – she didn't understand. You were indeed excited – excited to finally be away from cleaning hotel rooms, excited to start building a life where you might be at least a little bit happy with the work you were doing. Sure, working in a pizza place wasn't much, but it was an improvement from your previous occupation.

   The pizza place in question was called 'Voltron Pizza Parlour' and was run by a man named Lance McClain – a young man who had taken the firm over from his father only a few years prior. Despite Lance still being young, the place looked clean and relatively well-run when you pulled up.

    Lance led you into the kitchens and gave you a quick tour, showing you where you would be working and what you would be doing. He made it a clear point to inform you that this wasn't a guaranteed job – you would be paid for the work you did, but if Lance saw himself unable to click with you, or thought there was someone better for the job, you wouldn't be kept around. You were here for a trial run.  

   For some reason, this fact didn't unnerve you as much as you thought it should have.

   After Lance had left you to your own devices, you teetered around the kitchen on your own for a little while. Nobody else was present, the parlour having not opened to the public yet, which you found yourself feeling grateful for; it gave you a moment to gather your wits, examine the place and take a moment to intake this sudden change of life.

    “I really am the only person in the world who would be overjoyed at working in a pizza parlour,” you mumbled to yourself.

   “I was pretty excited whenever I got hired.”

   You yelped, spinning around to face the doorway in which the voice had come from; standing there with his arms folded over his chest and an amused smile pulling on his features was no other than the very man who had gotten you here in the first place – Keith Kogane.

   You flushed, remembering a few days before when he had caught you in your most vulnerable of moments; all he wanted to do was drop off your pizza order, and yet he had ended up saving your daughter from imminent damage to her skull and had also had the pleasure of watching you break down in the middle of your kitchen.

    “You're here early,” you commented. “I thought deliveries didn't start until midday.”

 “They don't,” he replied, sauntering into the kitchen with a faux air of confidence around him – you could see right through it, bit back the snicker that was threatening to reach the surface. “I just thought I'd come and give you company on your first day, see how you're fitting in. It looks like Lance likes you, at least.”

  “It does? You spoke to him?”

   Keith shrugged. “Lance and I kind of have a love-hate relationship. I walked past him on his way out and he didn't even insult me – I'm taking that as a sign that you impressed him.”

   “Thank God,” you said. “Let's hope I can keep it up. He told me I was going to be a server.”

 Keith's eyebrows shot up to his hairline, his smile widening. “A server, eh? That jobs got an even higher pay than what I've got!”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah. Unless you count fuel money, which I don't.”

   “Of course you wouldn't.”

   “Hey, good going.” Keith reached over, gently touched your elbow. He recoiled almost immediately, tucked his hand into his trousers as if he regretted making such a move in the first place.

  It was becoming more and more clear to you that Keith Kogane perhaps wasn't the most socially-adept person. Whenever you had first met him, he had a habit of stuttering over his words, going silent for long periods of time – it made him that much more appealing to you. Being a mother, it was close to impossible for you to be bad at conversation making. Having a five year old child constantly clinging to your side made room for plenty of conversation, whether it be about Hope's growing or the new habit she had picked up that week.

   “Well,” Keith said, coughing awkwardly. “I guess I should get going – clock in and all that stuff. I bid you good luck on your first day.” He bowed dramatically, winced at his own actions before he was turning to leave. You watched him scatter out of the kitchen, an amused grin finding perch on your face.

   The state of amusement you had found yourself in could not last forever, though, and you were abruptly reminded of that whenever the day finally began.

    It was busier than you expected. Though you were always aware of just how popular this particular pizza parlour was, you had once been under the assumption that most of their income came directly from deliveries and not walk-in orders; oh, how wrong you were.

   Now that you had the task of managing the counters during the day, you were beginning to see just how busy the place actually got. By the time 6pm rolled around and your shift was coming to an abrupt ending after eight hours, the effects of the day were clawing at you with a most vigorous insistence.

    You leaned against the counter, closing your eyes against the headache forming. Despite the exhaustion and the stiffness in your jaw from the amount you had been forced to smile today, you were still high with the giddiness of having a job that didn't include getting on hands and knees to scrub sex-stained floors and sheets.

   “First day over finally?”

   Your head jerked up. Standing before you was Keith Kogane, now dressed up in his red uniform with his hat clenched in his hands. He was smiling at you, looking over the counter with a smile on his face.

   “Yep,” you replied. “It wasn't so bad. I'm just exhausted now.”

   “Yeah, you get used to that. It never goes away, though.” He chuckled as you hollowed out your cheeks, wiping a hand over your brow as if to exaggerate sweating. “How are you getting home, then?”

    “My house is only a few blocks up; I'm just gonna walk it. We still have a few hours of daylight left.”

   Keith blanked. His smile faded and he blinked at you as if he hadn't quite processed what you had just told him. You raised a brow in question to his sudden demeanour change, when suddenly he was plucking his keys out of his pocket and nodding towards the door.

    “Come on. I'll drop you off. The next delivery hasn't been booked in for another few hours.”

  Your eyes widened. Keith was already starting towards the door before you had a chance to reach out and grab him. Hastily, you tossed your apron off from over your head and clambered behind the counter, rushing up behind him before the door swung closed.

   “You don't have to,” you insisted. “I walked here. I won't get lost.”

   “You should have called me,” said Keith, not once looking over at you as he spoke. He was acting as if this was a natural occurrence, the slight blush rising on his cheeks being the only indication that perhaps he was a little more flustered than he was letting on. “I told you I'd pick you up in the mornings.”

   “You don't start until midday. I'm not dragging you out of bed to come and pick me up whenever I'm perfectly capable of walking on my own.”

    “Yeah, well, just because you can do something, doesn't mean you should.” He smiled at you then, indicating the end of the conversation and putting an abrupt stop to any more arguments you may have had for him.

   You sat in the passenger seat, half-expecting silence, but silence was not what you were given.

   You didn't know where the chattiness had come from. Though you were far from socially-incapable, you still found yourself only making conversation to be polite. But with Keith, it seemed a bit more than that, as if you had to tell him just how well Hope was doing in school, as if you had to tell him that she had stained the bottom of your shower with an old box of hair dye she had found in the cupboards. And Keith listened. He did more than listen. He was grinning from ear-to-ear, nodding along, laughing as you went through the shenanigans of your five year old daughter.

   Strangely, it warmed your heart. You were so used to men wanting to venture as far from the topic of children as humanly possible – whether the fact that she was father-less made them uncomfortable or whether it was something else entirely, you weren't sure, but most men simply said “How cute,” before changing the topic to something more adult.

   “You know, she really is something special,” said Keith after calming himself down from a fit of laughter he had broken into upon hearing about Hope's phobia of dinosaur chicken nuggets. “She's sweet. You raised her well.”

   You flushed, looking down at your hands. “Well. . . It hasn't been easy. All on my own, I mean. There's times when I genuinely think I'm the worst mother that's ever been blessed with a kid.”

   Keith frowned. “Don't think like that.”

   “I think it's just reflex for most single parents.”

   “It shouldn't be. You're a great mother.”

   You found that a bit hard to believe; Keith had seen you making big mistakes first hand. He had been the one who had been forced to endure your small breakdown only a few days ago as you wallowed in the fact that your daughter had been left on her own purely because you had been too exhausted to keep your eyes open.

   You appreciated him trying to lighten your spirits, but it was much easier said than done. It was more of an internal thing, something only you on your own would be able to sort out at the end of the day.

    Keith pulled up outside of your house and tapped the steering wheel before turning to look at you; it was as if he was bracing himself, now unsure of what to say in farewell.

   You smiled at him, snatching your bag up. “You coming in to see Hope?”   Keith froze. “I can?”

  “Of course you can. She's been talking about you for days.” You pushed open your door and clambered out of the car. “Come on.”

    As expected, as soon as Hope spotted Keith, she was squealing with excitement and rushing up to hug his legs. Keith grunted as soon as the little bundle made contact with his knees, and he was quick to bend down and scoop her up in his arms. Hope kicked her legs and squealed even more, wrapping her arms around Keith's neck and messing with the flicked-up hair at the nape of it.

    “Hey, kid,” Keith chuckled. “How have you been?”

   “Keith!” she exclaimed. “Keith, come look at the cookies me and Veronica made!”

    “Ooh, cookies? Did you leave some for me and Mummy?” Keith asked as he set Hope on the ground and let her lead the way into the kitchen. You smiled warmly at Veronica, who was sitting on the sofa with a cup of coffee in her hand, before following Keith and Hope.

   Sure enough, a tray of cookies was laid out on the table. They had no particular shape, though you could tell that they were meant to. Most of them had somehow melted into the other ones, creating one big blob of cookie.

   “Yum,” Keith hummed, prodding at one before hissing and pulling his finger back in mock hurt.

   Hope gasped, grabbing Keith's wrist and immediately pouring her water over it. Your eyes widened as the water drowned the table, but Keith simply laughed, pretending to feel some sense of relief as Hope tried desperately to help his pretend burn.

   “You're a doctor and a chef?” he asked, poking her stomach.

  Hope giggled, before her face scrunched up at the sight of water dribbling off the table cloth and onto the floor. She looked up at you, eyes big in pretend innocence. “Mummy, I knocked my water over.”

   Keith barked out a laugh at this, spinning to catch a glimpse of your own reaction. Usually, you would scold the little girl for doing something like that, but upon seeing Keith's face lit up with amusement, you could do no such thing.

   Instead, you pouted and nodded. “Looks like we're gonna have to clean it up, aren't we?”

   Hope nodded, grabbing Keith's hand. “Come help!”

   “Okay, okay. Be quick, though. I've gotta be leaving for work soon.”

   Hope frowned. “No.”

   “I'm afraid I have no choice, but I'll miss you.” Keith laid a hand on Hope's head. “I'll see you soon, though, won't I? All you have to do is order a pizza from Voltron Pizza Parlour and I'll be right at your door in minutes.”

   “You promise?”

   Keith smiled warmly, bent down so he could look Hope in her wide, green eyes. “I promise.” And then the two curled pinkies, and you could have sworn you had never seen a sight quite so precious in your life.

   ----

   Settling in to a routine took you only a few days, meaning you were well prepared and well accustomed to your job by the time the three months mark was coming round.

   You had worked in the kitchen on multiple occasions, though the majority of your work was spent out front, serving customers. The eight hour days were beginning to get easier, your body getting used to the drag that appeared at around 4:00pm every day – but it was okay, because you had two days off during the week to reenergise your body, a fact which you did not take for granted.

    You had been able to take Hope to the park on multiple occasions, had been able to take her to a butterfly museum during one of your days off – you were finally able to make decent memories with your little girl, and you would never be able to articulate just how grateful that fact made you.

   Today, you had been ordered to close up the kitchen for the night.

   The day had ended, the moon shining through the oversized windows of the parlour. The 'CLOSED' sign was hung up on the door, and the tables had long since been scrubbed down by Pidge, a fellow co-worker of yours with whom you had grown exceptionally close to over the past three months – another benefit of working here; you now had a social life that didn't surround unfriendly hotel customers.

    “Have a good night,” Pidge called over her shoulder when her shift had finally ended. Yourself and Pidge were the last two to leave the parlour tonight, her leaving only minutes before you. As soon as the door closed behind her, you whirled on your heel and headed into the kitchen, ready to close up for the day and get yourself home.

   Keith had been dropping you home as of late. You expected he was waiting outside for you to finish up now, though the thought made you a little uneasy. Keith had a difficult enough job as it was, and you knew for a fact that he wanted nothing more than to go home and curl up in bed – but instead he put himself out trying to make sure you got home safely.

   Most days he would come in and say hello to Hope – the two of them were best friends by now, and Hope made sure to ask about him all the time, asking how he was and if he was willing to try any more of the baked goods she had got into the habit of making. It warmed your heart. Hope had never been too friendly with men; she was quite scared of them, not being used to having them around her. She never had a father, and the only two people she had ever truly trusted were you and Veronica.

   But she had taken an instant liking to Keith, which was something that both confused you and made you happy.

    The kitchen was still warm when you entered. You shook off your apron, placing it on the coat rack before making your way around and packing up all of the used utensils; knives and forks littered the counter, a random pizza tray hanging out of the dish washer with water still glistening on is surface. You frowned, picked it up and dried it off before placing it back in the cupboard for later use.

    Keith appeared in the doorway only a few minutes later. You heard him before you saw him, his black boots clacking off the tiled floor before he came to a stop, leaning against the door frame and watching you scatter yourself around the kitchen in your attempts to get cleaned up as quick as possible.

   “Don't put yourself out,” you teased. “I'll wash all these dishes myself.”

  “Oh, good,” Keith shot back immediately. “My back is killing me. I didn't want to have to move.”

   You chuckled, glancing at him over your shoulder. “Your back hurts?”

   He sat up a little straighter, stretching his back muscles in demonstration. “A little bit. Sitting in that car all day doesn't do much good for my posture.”

   “Come here,” you said. You set the towel you had been holding onto the counter, ushered Keith forward. He raised a brow, taking small unsure steps into the heated kitchen. “Oh, Keith, come on!” You grabbed his hand and dragged him towards you. He grunted, stumbling forward before you placed your hands on his shoulders and span him back around to face the door.

    “What are you doing?”

   “This is what I used to do for Hope whenever she was stiff as a baby,” you said. “The doctors always told me it works wonders for children.”

   “Right. . . In case you didn't know this, Y/N, I'm a twenty two year old man.”

   “How much different can it be?” you asked, before you dug your thumbs into the base of his neck and started to rub soothing circles into the flesh. Almost as soon as you started the actions, a croak-like noise escaped Keith's mouth and his response to your previous question was forgotten. You could barely hide your amusement as you continued to massage him. His eyes fluttered closed, his jaw dropping open, his head falling back so that it would have been resting on your shoulder if he had been only a few inches shorter.

    It was silent in the kitchen as you worked at his muscles, you concentrating on trying to get the knot out. He wiggled in your grip, guiding your hands with his movements. You eventually became very well aware of the muscles moving beneath his red shirt, slipping beneath your fingers and making you flush; you had never taken Keith as the type of work out, but you were fairly certain it was impossible for somebody to get back muscles like he had without the help of a good work out.

    “Christ, Y/N, where did you learn to do that?” he groaned out, startling you.

   You had the sudden urge to pull your hands away to cover your flushing face, but you refrained from doing so. “Back when Hope was a baby, she used to get sore muscles sometimes – she was born early, you see, so there was some growth issues in the beginning.”

  “Really? You never told me that.”

  “It didn't last too long, but we had to get all these techniques to help her whenever her muscles got stiff when she was growing – this was one of the massages the doctor taught me. It was the only one that helped her sleep.”

   “I can see why. I feel like I'm gonna fall asleep standing upright.”

   You chuckled, finally letting your hands drop away from his back. In the moment, you had nearly forgotten about the task you had been assigned, and hastily turned on your heel to get back to it.

   “Well, I'll be here to do it any time you like,” you said. “Just try and sit up sometimes, you know. It can't be nice being cramped in that warm car all day.”

  Keith shrugged, going back to leaning against the door frame with his arms folded over his chest. “I'm used to it. Just the odd pain now and then, but now I have you to help with that, so it's okay.”

   You rolled your eyes. “You don't even sound grateful.”

   “Me taking you home every day should be enough to prove how grateful I am.”

   “Good point.”

   Yet another silence grasped you, but neither of you made an effort to fill it in – you saw no point. No silence with Keith was ever awkward. In fact, you were positive that you could sit in complete silence with him for the rest of your life, and still manage to have a good time.

    You turned towards the ovens, reached forward and-

   “Y/N!”

    Keith's warning came a little too late.

    You cried out when your arm made contact with the scolding metal – your flesh couldn't have done more than brush against it, and yet it felt as if somebody had tossed hot acid against your skin. You were on the floor before you had even registered your knees giving out, pulling your burning arm into your chest and cradling it in your attempts to get rid of the pain.

    “Christ,” Keith hissed, dropping to his knees beside you. “What did you do?”

   “The oven was left on,” you ground out. “Fuck, that hurts! Why did nobody turn it off?”

   Keith shook his head dumbly. His face had gone pale, his hands hovering awkwardly in front of your arm, as if he was unsure whether to take it or not. You groaned and thrust your arm into his hands, forcing him to have a look at the damage.

   It was worse than you cared to admit to yourself. The skin had been seared off, tiny droplets of blood dotting the new-found indents in your flesh. It reminded you of the skin of a zombie.

    Keith examined it closely, his tongue peaking out between his lips. He said nothing before he was grabbing you by the whole part of your arm and pulling you up from the floor, one arm winding around your waist to make sure you didn't black out from the pain.

   He dragged you over to the sink, turned the water on and forced your arm beneath it. At first, it hurt. You hissed, tried to pull it out of the stream, but with a stern look from Keith, you eased into it and let the cold soothe the scorching skin.

    “Better?” Keith asked, raising a brow at you.

   You smiled weakly in response. Now that your mind had been taken away from the pain, you were beginning to feel slightly embarrassed for your own actions – of course it would be you who would end up getting third-degree burns from an oven.

     Keith noticed the flush rising on your cheeks and gently squeezed your waist. “It happens to the best of us. We'll get it bandaged up, get you some ointment for it and you'll be as good as new.”

    “Hope's gonna be mortified when she sees it.”

  Keith frowned. “We'll tell her it's a superhero mark or something. Make it sound really cool.”

  “Yeah, like 'Mummy stupidly burned herself on an oven.' A heroes tale.”

   “All superheroes did something stupid to make them into superheroes,” Keith said. “Spiderman got bit by a spider, Lizard Boy wanted to grow his limb back and just ended up turning himself into a lizard-”

   You snickered. “He did?”

   Keith nodded, grinning. “I'm being honest – these superhero films are insane. Your film can start with you getting burned on an oven.”

   “And you're my trusty sidekick?”

   Keith chuckled, his eyes wrinkling into crescents. “Call me Robin, I guess.”

   ----

   “Hope, Mummy's home! And Keith's come to visit as well!”

    Hope gasped from the living room. It was only seconds before she was barrelling down the hallway in her onesie and throwing herself towards you, arms outstretched.

   Keith caught her only moments before she was due to throw herself into you. He wrapped an arm around her waist, tugged her into his chest and swirled her around. “Oh, no you don't. Mummy's got a sore arm, haven't you?”

   You pouted, nodding as you rolled up your sleeve to reveal the bandage wrapped around your lower arm. Hope gasped, reaching out and poking at it gently, her eyes wide in fascination at seeing an actual injury.

   “What happened? What happened to my Mummy?” she asked.

    “Just a little accident with something hot,” you replied, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. “Nothing to worry about. Keith got me all patched up.”

   Hope hugged Keith immediately. There was nothing unsure about her actions; she simply turned in the mans hold, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug that had Keith flushing bright red as he hugged her back. You had to start walking towards the kitchen to hide the smile that was trying to make its way onto your face.

    “What were you doing all day, then?” you heard Keith ask.

   “Veronica and I watched Peppa Pig, and then she made me dinner, and then I was on the phone to grandma, and she said she was going on holiday for the warm months. Can we go on holiday, Mummy? Me, you and Keith?”

   “Maybe one day, sweetie.”

    “Oh, that would be great, wouldn't it?” Keith chirped. You turned to see he was standing in the door way – a usual spot for Keith to take perch, apparently – with Hope now resting on his hip, her hands knotted in their usual place at the back of his head. “Antarctica sounds good.”

  Hope threw her head back and laughed dramatically, her five year old brain finding Keith's joke much funnier than it was. “No, silly! Antarctica is cold!”

   “Not in summer it's not.”

  “No, it is,” Hope insisted. You grinned to yourself, eyebrow raised in Keith's direction. He looked at you and frowned.

   “What?”

   “She's my daughter,” you said. “You can't trick her into thinking the Antarctica isn't cold.”

   Keith rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out at you, prompting Hope to swat him on the nose. “That's my Mummy!”

    “Thank you, baby, for protecting me from the bad man,” you said.

   Hope reached out and swatted you on the head. “That's my Keith!”

    You felt your heart genuinely quiver in your chest. This statement must have shocked Keith, as well, as you saw his eyes widen and his cheeks light up with colour as soon as the words were spoken; Hope continued to babble on and on about the Peppa Pig episode she had watched that day with Veronica, but you could barely pay her any attention as you looked on at how Keith had reacted to what the little girl had just said.

    He was holding her a little tighter. He had moved her from his hip to his chest, holding her against him with his chin pressed to the top of her head, as if he were afraid that she would somehow disappear if he didn't hold her close enough – his eyes were distant, though he continued to nod and hum to everything Hope was saying.

    You smiled to yourself, turning on your heel and heading back towards the tap in your attempts to hide it; you weren't sure what it was, but seeing Keith like that, acting like that, getting so flustered over words spoken by a five year old – it made your heart soft. It made you want to tease him and hug him and thank him for being so kind to her, even though he had every reason not to. Being involved with a child was a difficult task, and Keith was still young. He wasn't her father. He had every reason to back out of this if he wanted to, and yet he was currently standing behind you with Hope resting in his arms as if he had helped you raise her from day one.

    A part of you silently wished he had.

   ---

   Whenever you told Keith to stay the night, he had been extremely hesitant.

   Okay, maybe the offer had excited him just a little bit. Maybe the fact that you now trusted him enough to let him sleep in your guest bedroom had him almost to the point of giddiness, but he would have to be buried six feet under before he even pondered over admitting such a thing; whenever the offer had been made, Hope had immediately started bouncing in his grip, insisting that he take her mother up on the offer.

   Keith couldn't just say no, could he? That would be rude, and he didn't quite fancy breaking a five year old girls heart tonight.

   Especially Hope. He had grown quite fond of Hope.

   The little girl was put to bed and you and Keith were finally able to settle down for the night. For some reason, Keith felt very little nerves as you led him into the living room after saying a quick good night to Hope; Keith had even placed a kiss on her cheek, the first time he had shown such kind affection to her since the day he had met her all them months ago.

   But now it was just you and him, alone, and Keith was positive he should have at least felt some sense of anxiety – but there was none. You were grinning from ear to ear, flopping down on the sofa and groaning into the pillows. Keith sat down beside you, smiling as he watched you make a dramatic statement of how tired you were.

   “What a day,” you said.

   “A day for you. You nearly burned your skin off.”

  “I did burn my skin off,” you corrected, rubbing at the bandage on your arm. “But that's not what I meant.”

   Keith raised a brow. “Hm?”

   “Well,” you started, suddenly looking abashed. “I saw how Hope was with you today. I guess it just kind of . . . made my day that little bit better, you know? Especially after what happened in the kitchen.”

   Keith swallowed, tried his hardest to keep his eyes on your own. In this situation, whenever he felt himself getting overwhelmed, he had a habit of just looking away and not addressing the situation any further, but he didn't want to do that with you. Not right now. Not whenever you had showed him such generous hospitality, whenever he genuinely felt like he needed to impress you somehow.

   No. That wasn't it. He didn't feel like he needed to impress you. He wanted to, but he was well aware that you would never judge him if he somehow let his flaws shine through, which he had done on multiple occasions. He wasn't the most social person, and sometimes he struggled to keep up a conversation, but that didn't seem to waver you in the slightest – a fact which Keith was extremely grateful for.

    It was a shock to him whenever he first realised just how attached to Hope he was getting. It had started from the first day he met her, catching her before she had fallen off of that chair and bashed her head against the counter again – hell, it had started from the moment she opened that door and greeted him with her finger popped in her mouth, looking innocent as anything. Keith had never taken a liking to kids, often excused himself from the situation whenever they were involved, but Hope was somebody different. In a way, she reminded him of himself.

   Their upbringings were very different, of course, but similar in the sense that Keith, too, was raised by a single parent. Keith, too, never got to know who his other parent was – whilst Hope didn't know her father, Keith had never met his mother, and had been forced to suffer through the hardships of having a broken family. Keith wanted to be there for Hope whenever she grew up, whenever she went through the unavoidable faze of thinking that it was her fault her father had left. He wanted to be there to assure her that, no, it wasn't her fault, and it never would be her fault.

    “I like her,” Keith finally said. “She's – uh – cute.”

    You giggled. Keith hadn't noticed you moving, but when he looked over at you now, he saw that you had pulled a pillow over and was hugging it close to your chest. In this moment, you looked strikingly like your daughter, and it made Keith's heart do a tiny leap in his chest.

    “She is cute,” you agreed. “Do you wanna see some pictures of her as a baby?”

   Keith nodded immediately. You stood up and headed over to the stool on the far side of the living room; you pulled the top of it off, reached in and dragged out a large folder full of crinkled polly pockets, each pocket containing a large number of pictures.

    You made your way back over to the sofa and set the folder in the middle, one side of it draped across Keith's leg whilst the other stayed perched on your own. Keith looked down at the pictures you were showing him, and his heart constricted in his chest.

    Hope looked so small. There were pictures of her in her cot as a newborn baby, the newborn onesie she was wearing too big for her, pooling over her hands and feet. Even so early on in life, her black hair was clearly going to end up curly, bouncing around her sleeping face. Her little button nose was glistened with cream.

   Keith pointed this out in curiosity, and you giggled as if the memory amused you.

   “She had dry skin,” you said. “I'm telling you, she was our little medical crisis when she was born.”

   Our.

   Keith didn't miss this little word in your sentence – our, not mine. Because Hope had a father once. A man who would forever share the same blood as her who had left.

   Keith was able to see just who this man was whenever you turned to the next polly pocket, revealing a pile of photos that were all fairly similar – they consisted of three people, two of whom Keith recognised immediately. It was you and Hope, you standing behind a chair in a hospital gown, IV littered hands placed on a strange mans shoulders – the very man who was holding little baby Hope.

   Your face fell as soon as you caught sight of the photos before you. You looked so happy in them – the man looked happy too, and for some reason, that fact annoyed Keith. How could that man be smiling and grinning over his newborn daughter, knowing full well that he wouldn't be sticking around long enough to see her grow into the wonderful little girl Keith knew her as today? How could he be sitting there with her sleeping form in his broad arms, knowing full well that as soon as things got tough, he was going to pack up and leave?

    Keith gritted his teeth, gently placed his hand on the polly pocket. “Is this him?”

   You swallowed thickly. Keith could hear it, could see the way your hands trembled as you traced them over the pictures. “Yeah. That's him.”

    “He looks like a tool.”

  You closed your eyes, let out a small chuckle that Keith took as a good sign – it was only whenever the tears started dripping down your cheeks did he realise that perhaps the memories were effecting you a little more than he had originally anticipated.

   He leaned over quickly, pushing the folder to the side so he could get closer to you. You grunted at the realisation that Keith had seen you crying, let your head fall into your hands.

   “God, not again,” you grumbled. “This is the second time you've seen me cry!”

   “Hey, it's okay,” he said, wrapping an unsure arm around your shoulders. “It's okay. There's nothing to cry about, Y/N.”

   “There is!” you exclaimed. Your head shot up, eyes meeting Keith's for only a brief moment before you were shaking your head and looking away. Keith wanted to pull you closer to him, wanted to wipe the hair out of your face as it stuck to your tear-stained cheeks, but his own hands were trembling and he couldn't quite find the confidence to make such a bold move right now.

    “I'm sorry,” you croaked. “I haven't spoken to him in five years. I don't – I don't want to speak to him. We're better off on our own.”

   “You are. You're brilliant with her.”

    “So was he, though,” you said. “Well, for the first few weeks before he left. He used to do all the night shifts, you know? I was with her when he was away at work, and then he would come home and settle her at night – he was a good dad.”

   “He isn't her dad,” Keith insisted, unsure whether it was okay to say such a thing. “He left her, Y/N. He hasn't seen her grow up. Just because you share blood doesn't make you family.”

   You swallowed again, staring blankly into the unlit fireplace before you. Your hands were bunched up in your lap, gently nipping at the fabric of your work jeans.

    “You're right,” you said. “She's never bothered with men before – I thought she was scared of them, that not having a dad somehow gave her a phobia of them all.” You turned to look at Keith, eyes still watering. “Until you came along, that is.”

   Keith blanked. His heart shuddered, his eyes growing that little bit wider – he wasn't sure why. It was no secret that Hope had taken a liking to him, but perhaps it was the knowledge that he was one of the rare few with whom she did like being around that made him feel so shocked. Made him feel so warm.

   “She sees you as a friend, I think,” you continued. “She asks about you all the time, wants to know how you're getting on at work, asks for you whenever you're not around – you're her buddy.”

   “She's my buddy,” Keith replied instantly, not a second wasted on thinking.

    You smiled. It lasted only a minute before it was wavering and fading again. “Please don't hurt her, Keith. I'm not telling you to be around all the time, but if anything happens between us – if we fall out or anything like that – I want you to know that you can still see Hope. You mean a lot to her, and I'd-”

   “If anything happens between us?”

   Keith raised a brow. You stopped speaking, looked up at him in slight shock at his sudden outburst of disbelief – why would you think such a thing?

   “Yeah . . . I mean, we might get in an argument one day, and-”

  “And we're both fully grown adults,” Keith said. “And I happen to like you – contrary to popular belief, Y/N, I actually don't like many people, so I have absolutely zero plans to leave you any time soon.”

   Your cheeks burned a bright red colour. Keith squeezed your shoulders a little tighter, his stomach in knots as he looked past your head towards the window – it was pitch black outside now, the only light coming from the street lights on the corner. For some reason, the sight made Keith feel like he had to pull you closer, as if the cold from outside was somehow leaking into the house and the only way to keep you warm was by nuzzling you into his side.

   You didn't fight against him. In fact, you seemed almost relieved as you shuffled closer, let him gently run his hands up and down your arms in a soothing motion that eventually prompted you to lean your head against his shoulder and inhale the scent of bread that was coming off of him.

    “I'm very glad I met you, Keith Kogane,” you whispered into his shirt.

    “Not many people have said that to me before.”

   You looked up, eyes locking with his own. Your eyes were beautiful. Absolutely stunning, glittering with constellations as if you had snatched the stars right from the sky. Keith nearly cringed at his own thoughts, not being used to thinking such things, but he would be a fool to pretend that that wasn't exactly what was running through his mind. Though Hope had clearly gotten her fathers eyes, the two of you had the same beautiful glisten to your irises.

    And maybe it was because Keith didn't want to hear your response to such a sad statement. Maybe he didn't want the mood to be shattered completely – or maybe he just lost all sense of self control, but he was leaning forward long before he could come up with a decent answer as to why. He kissed you, light and tenderly and with every bit of love and appreciation that had been building up in his body these past three months, begging to be released.

     You didn't pull away. You didn't fight against his grip. You pressed your lips harder into his own, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him closer to you, as if the space between you was obtrusive, somehow. Knees bashing against knees, chests pressing against chests, lips moulding with lips – it was all happening in what felt like a span of a few seconds, but could have lasted for hours without Keith's noticing.

    It was only when you pulled back for air did Keith realise just how lost the two of you had gotten in the moment.

   You were worn out, forehead clunking against his own. Your breath fanned his face. He reached up, gently cupped your face and traced the pads of his thumbs beneath your eyes – they came back dry, the tears having long since stopped flowing.

    Neither of you could speak, nor did either of you want to. Silence with you was nothing. It didn't feel like silence. It was loud, and it spoke a thousand words – it always did; simply staring into your eyes right now was no issue at all. It was safe. It was home.

    “Does this mean Keith can stay forever?”

   Keith's eyes widened as the two of you leaped away from one another. You both span around to face the doorway, Keith's cheeks heating up whenever he caught sight of little Hope standing in the doorway, her finger popped into her mouth, her teddy bear huddled close to her chest and her black mane of hair a mess upon her head.

    He swallowed, quickly turned back to you. You didn't look nearly half as shocked as he did; in fact, you still looked slightly dishevelled from the kiss you had just been a part of.

   You smiled warmly at your daughter, ran a hand through your hair and said, “If he wants to stay forever, Hope, then he can.”

   Keith had never wanted anything more.

   ---

   Hope started crying sometime around 4am.

    The poor girl had a cold. School had started back only a few days prior, meaning every single kid on the street was getting infected with some kind of virus that showed no mercy to any of them – Hope being no exception.

    You groaned and stretched out your limbs, grappling for the night light. You could hear Keith shuffling in the bed beside you, a groan slipping past his own lips as he, too, stretched his legs out across the mattress.

    You grabbed a hold of the night light, made to turn it on-

   Keith's own hand shot out, grabbing your wrist and shaking the night light out of your grip. “Give that to me. I'll go and get her.”

   You frowned into the darkness. “Are you sure?”

    Keith switched the light on, illuminating the room and revealing his extremely tired features – he had worked an extra hour tonight, and he had immediately fallen asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

    “Yep,” he grunted, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He turned to you, bent down and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, one you would never get used to but would be forever grateful for as it relaxed your worried bones. “You get some sleep. You've been up with a sick five year old all day.”

   “And you've been working all day,” you pointed out. “Keith, give me the light. I'll go and-”

   Hope suddenly squealed, desperate for attention.

   Keith whirled on his heel, not giving you a chance to finish your sentence before he was rushing into the hallway to go and see to your daughter.

   You watched him as he left, feeling a little bit lighter – you had felt lighter these past few months. That was the effect Keith had. He made things easier. He made you happier. Nothing ever seemed like a drag any more, because it was him with whom you were doing it with.

   You pulled the quilt over your mouth, as if hiding the smile from the darkness. You couldn't believe he was making you feel this way – like a giddy school girl all over again.

   You didn't care, though. In fact, you never wanted the feeling to go away.

[capandbuckysgirl]

You’ve Left A Mark That Won’t Erase - 8

You’ve Left A Mark That Won’t Erase - Chris Evans x Reader

“A new chapter (for the story and in my own life!) Holy shit, I know… My life has been super hectic and I’m SO sorry I haven’t had time to update in forever!

Warnings:Foul language, Infinity War trailer spoilers (and fan theories)!, Mentions of Anxiety, Fluff, Bearded!Chris! Timeline may differ from real life, but this is a work of fiction…

As always, GIFs are not mine!

Chapter 8 -

“Sit still, Chris.” I couldn’t help but chuckle as I tried to chase his face with my makeup sponge. He was getting antsy and impatient which meant his anxiety was notched up to a 10.

Filming had been going non-stop for over 5 months so far, and Chris was a bit of a mess. He was exhausted and I could do nothing but support and encourage him and try and help him in any way he would allow.

“Y/N, we need Cap on set in 30 seconds!”

I shook my head, still finding it hilarious that not only did the fans see Chris as Cap, everyone that he worked with said the very same thing. He was, and always would be Captain America in my eyes, too.

“Alright, baby - deep breath,” I listened as he inhaled deeply, watching as he closed his eyes and centered himself. “Now exhale, let it all out. Good, good.”

His eyes opened and met mine and he smiled brightly, his hands cupping my face gently.

“What would I do without you? Come sit in my chair and watch for a bit?”

“Sure,” I nodded and stepped back slightly as Chris stood from my makeup chair. Threading our fingers together we walked out onto the set.

“See you later, gorgeous.” He kissed my lips softly, lingering for just a moment before running off toward where Robert and Sebastian were waiting with some of the others. Seb raised his hand in greeting and I smiled and waved back.

I’d grown attached to Chris’s co-stars. Each and every one of them was kind and had become special to me as I’d worked closely on the sets. This truly was my dream and I’d never be able to thank them enough, especially Chris.

“Okay people, let’s do this. Places!”

I found my way over to Chris’s chair and got myself settled in as best as I could. I watched as the scenes were run over and over, Chris loosening up as time went on, his smile becoming more genuine and his body language relaxing.

“CUT! Cap, when you’re swinging your arm forward, come as close to his chest as you can without actually hitting him. Keith, when he swings, don’t jump back immediately, let him almost come in contact. Seb, raise the gun a bit higher, but don’t block your face from camera two. Okay, places.”

“Quiet on the set! Marker!”

“Y/N, can you go touch-up Hemsworth?”

“Sure, Joe.” Getting up quietly, I made my way back to my room. Chris was sitting there, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror.

Turning toward me, his arms opening, he smiled. “Y/N, how are you, sweetheart?”

“Good, good!” I chuckled and walked into his embrace. “I’ve missed you this week, how’s Elsa?”

“She’s great, thank you. She’s happy to have some time with the kids.”

“I’m sure she is, how are they doing? Still keeping you busy?”

“They’re awesome, I love when I get a few days off to go home and see them. It’s hard being away from them, but when you love what you do… it’s worth it, for them. Liam says hello, he’s curious when you’re going to dump Evans for him?”

I laughed loudly as I moved around him and pointed to the chair. “He’s engaged and happy, and I’m in the best relationship I’ve ever had. But you can tell him, if we both end up single, it’s a date.”

Before I knew it, we were finished and Chris was being called out onto one of the sets.

“That’s my cue, see you later, darling. We’ll have to do dinner now that I’m back.”

“Sounds good,” I nodded and pulled the makeup tissue out of his shirt. “Go get ‘em, Thor.”

I walked back out toward the set (my) Chris was working on and settled back into his chair, my eyes closing as I rubbed my temples. My stomach churned a bit and I felt dizzy. Early call times and late nights were throwing my system off a bit. I was always tired, and my appetite was almost non-existent.

“CUT!” I jumped, righting myself in the chair. I’d fallen asleep. “Josh, I need you to punch toward his head! Cap, when you grab the gauntlet, I want you to look enraged. Put some strength behind it and scream, I wanna fucking hear you!”

Hours passed and I watched as the scenes came together. Scarlett and Chadwick were on set now, as well as hundred of extras. This movie and it’s second part were going to be huge.

“Alright, that’s a wrap for now! Call times will be given to you at your trailers. Go get some food and rest, people!”

Chris made his way over to me, his hair a mess and looking like he’d been thrown around a bit. “Hey, babe.”

“Hi lover, I need some food and a nap. You game?”

“I’m there.” Grabbing his hand, we made our way out onto the lot and walked toward Chris’s (our) trailer. Stopping at the catering tables, we filled plates and made our way into the trailer. Plopping down ungracefully, I yawned and stretched loudly.

“Tired, baby?”

“Yeah, a bit. I still feel a bit off. Good news is I feel a little hungry today.”

“That’s good, these schedules are always hard to get used to. If you don’t start feeling a bit better soon, we’ll take you to get checked out.”

“I don’t need a doctor, Chris. I’m just tired.”

“I wouldn’t worry as much if it were you just being tired, but you’ve been getting those dizzy spells, too. And not eating enough probably isn’t helping anything.”

“Christopher,” I warned. “I don’t need a lecture. I’m fine.”

“Yeah, well, I’m your boyfriend and I’m telling you that if you’re still not doing significantly better by next week, you’re going. It’s been over a month of this.”

Sighing heavily I began picking at my food. There was no use in arguing with Chris, he was so fucking stubborn.

“I’m doing this because I love you, you know that. It’s my job to look out for you.”

“I love you, too.” Leaning across the table, I kissed his lips and smiled. “I’m glad I have you to watch out for me, Cap.”

“You’re never gonna let that go, are you?”

“Nope.”

Chris laughed and finished eating before standing and throwing the trash away, stepping in front of me he grasped my hands in his and pulled me up. We walked toward the back of the trailer to the bed and began to peel our clothes off. Turning to Chris, I ran my hands up and down his stomach, his abs clenching as I drug my nails against the skin.

“I love you,” I said softly, my arms encircling his waist and pulling his body against mine.

“I love you, too, Y/N.”

We slipped into the bed, pulling the covers over ourselves and kisses were exchanged as our bodies relaxed. The dizziness and nausea still fighting their way through my body. Looking over at Chris, his eyes closed as he began slipping into sleep, it dawned on me.

My period was about 2 weeks late…

Well, fuck…