#honey you don’t have to apologize I couldn’t even hear you over the sound of the gun you were firing at me

[the-ferocious-kittyrose]

You and Ghost first meet as enemies on the battlefield, later, when tensions have lessened and alliances have been formed, he apologizes, not for shooting you, but for calling you a cunt after you shot him

[j4desblurbs]

i needed “kisses on the nose” from the prompt list with logan, like, yesterday

give me my soft man!!

LOVE’S PERFECT ACHE

yes i got the title from a hozier song

summary: logan gets mad at you, and makes it up to you.

warnings: i made this angsty but other than that, no warnings

word count: 1.3k

logan had been acting cold ever since lunch.

curt responses, no petnames, a bit more sarcasm than he would usually use for you. all of these things pointed to something that was your fault.

no matter how much you wracked your brain, you couldn’t think of anything you’d done to make him angry.

it’s not until he walks into your shared room a couple hours later that you find the answer.

“wanna tell me what that was back there?” he says, causing you to look up from your book.

“what?” your eyebrows furrow. what on earth is he talking about?

“with scott. at lunch. talking to him like that?”

you feel like you’ve missed a chapter.

“logan,” you huff out his name with a confused laugh. “what are you talking about?”

“hand on his arm like that? laughing your ass off? what’d he say that was so damn funny, hm?” logan seethes.

you think back to your interaction with scott earlier in the day. it was just like any other time the two of you have spent time together. you weren’t entirely sure what was so alarming about enjoying the company of your friend and teammate.

but then you remembered logan has a temperament, an extreme distaste of scott, and a jealous streak like nobody’s business.

“logan,” you sigh. “it wasn’t like that at all. i was just laughing at a joke he made.”

he scoffs, his tone condescending. “yeah, right.”

you bristle at that. he almost never talks down to you like this. suddenly, a pocket of anger bubbles into your chest. before you know it, you hear yourself saying:

“funny, i never acted like this while you flirted with jean.”

logan stops cold.

“i never flirted with jean.” he says, plain and simple.

you scoff. if there was anything you hated, it was being treated like you were dumb.

“don’t,” you warn. “don’t do that.”

“do what, sugar?” his tone is condescending, demeaning. it brings the beginning of tears to your eyes.

“don’t pretend like i don’t know.” you blink, trying to hold back your tears, but one falls and makes its way down your cheek.

logan falters. he hadn’t meant to make you cry.

“honey-“ he tries, but you brush him off by holding up your hand without another word.

it’s only after you make it to the first empty room you find that you allow yourself to break down. ———————————————————————————

for the rest of the day, logan isolates himself, staying in your room as the hours tick by.

he was never the best at communicating.

by all means, he was trying. he really was, but it was just so goddamn hard sometimes. he could never get the words right and often ended up causing even more damage to whatever situation he’d fucked up in the first place.

he knew you weren’t doing anything with scott, of course he did. but some part of him deep inside couldn’t help but think that he wasn’t enough for you, or someone bad for you. so, when his worst fear was even remotely realized, he lashed out in ugly ways.

logan lets out a sigh. why’d he have to fuck this up? he had never meant to make you cry. it was the last thing he’d ever want. all he’s ever wanted was to give you the love you deserve. to protect you. never to hurt you.

and he couldn’t even do that.

he gets up, putting out his cigar. it was about time he stopped wallowing in his self pity and started looking for you so he could apologize.

he does end up finding you, in a small room off the gym. logan’s heart cracks when he sees you, curled up against the corner, knees to your chest, eyes red.

what had he done?

he says your name, and his chest tightens even more when you visibly bristle at the sound of his voice. the sight’s almost enough to bring tears to his eyes.

logan strides over, kneeling next to you. his hand is warm and strong when he places it on your back, but your body still tenses when you feel his touch.

“have you been here the whole time, bub?” his voice is soft, his familiar scent of tobacco and leather and pine enveloping you and making you almost give in and bury yourself in his arms.

almost.

you give him an almost imperceptible nod of your head, not wanting to speak just yet.

really, you didn’t trust yourself to not burst into tears the second you tried.

he sighs, shifting his position so that he’s in front of you. his hand gently pulls your chin up to make you look at him, his thumb wiping away the tear tracks down your face.

seeing how red your eyes are makes his heart do a slow twist in his chest. he had done this to you. and he wasn’t sure he knew how to fix it.

“i’m sorry.” his voice is quiet, gravelly. “i didn’t mean any of it, honey.”

you finally force yourself to meet his eyes, blinking slowly. he was lying. you knew it, could feel it.

logan rarely said anything he didn’t truly mean.

“i know you did. i know you meant it.” you say, the weak, broken tone of your voice hurting him even more.

“i want to explain. believe me. but i just can’t put what i’m feeling…..together. into words.” logan looks down, his mind racing. he was never good at expressing his feelings, and he was most certainly going to fuck it up if he did it without thinking it out.

“maybe you could try.” your voice, low and cracking slightly from lack of use, breaks him out of his thoughts.

he lets out a soft breath, unsure of how to explain himself. he owes it to you to try. to have what might possibly be the world’s most uncomfortable conversation if it meant that you didn’t loathe him like you did right now. for everything you do for him, it’s the very least he can do for you.

“you mean a lot to me, darlin. a lot more than it might seem. so when i see you talking to another man, happy with another man,” he trails off, a lump forming in his throat. “it hurts me. because every day i doubt that i’m the right one for you. every day i’m terrified that you’ll get tired of me, of us, and leave.”

as he talks, you slowly start to open up, pulling your knees away from your chest and wiping the remnants of your tears away from your face. your hands find his face, cupping his cheeks as you get onto your knees to reach him.

“logan.” your tone is firm. “why didn’t you tell me this sooner?”

seeing the man you love, normally so tough and headstrong, almost curl into himself is a strange sight to stomach. logan seems small like this, not because of the way he’s crouched in front of you, but because of the palpability of his fear.

he clears his throat before he speaks, his voice soft. “i didn’t know how to say it.”

his hands come to rest on your waist, pulling you against him into a hug. he rests his chin on the crown of your head, one palm sliding up to rest on your back.

as you reciprocate the hug, you feel the tension melt away from his body, his arms tightening slightly around you as the thought clicks in his head: you still wanted him.

“i’m sorry, baby.” logan whispers into your hair. “i’m so sorry.” he pulls you away from him a little, kissing your forehead, then your cheeks, and finally your nose, resting his forehead against yours afterward.

you close the gap, pressing your lips to his, tasting faintly of tobacco and coffee. he kisses you back with equal gentleness. it’s a sweet, soft kiss that you both melt into.

you relish in the fact that you’ll have many more kisses just like these.

[uluvjay]

First love-C. Caufield

Dad! Cole Caufield x daughter x mom! Reader

In which Cole’s daughter finds love on the playground

Warnings?; slight cursing, protective Cole, small kissing, def some errors so i apologize!

Can be read as a continuation of this but doesn’t have to be!

Cole turned around at the sound of the front door opening, moving away from the kitchen island and stepping into the hall he found you and your four year old taking off your shoes.

“Is that my Rosie girl?” He called out, a large smile taking over his face as her little head snapped up at the sound of his voice, his heart warming as a bright smile took over her face.

“Daddy!” She squealed and quickly took off towards her father, little legs launching herself off the ground and into his arms.

“Hi baby.” He greeted the small girl, placing kisses all over her face causing her contagious giggles to echo throughout the hallway.

He pulled back when he felt your hand on his shoulder, “Hi honey.” He smiled placing a soft kiss on your cheek as he still held his daughter tight in his arms.

He followed behind you as you entered the kitchen, greeting the boys as it was summer and your lake house was packed after a morning session of golf.

“Uncle Alex!” Rosie exclaimed at the sight of the curly haired man, wiggling out of her father’s grip and into the arms of the center.

“Hey cutie, did you have fun at the park?” He asked.

The question caused a small laugh to escape your throat from where you stood making Rosie a sandwich for lunch.

“Why don’t you tell everyone who you met at the park today bug?” You spoke up, a smirk taking over your face.

“Oh! I met the love of my life today!”

You watched as the kitchen turned so silent that you could hear a pin drop, your husband’s face turning pale as his jaw fell open, the faces of your friends matching his.

“I’m sorry? You met who?” Brock was the first to speak up, not liking one bit that his niece just stated she was in love.

“The love of my life duh!, his name was..uh-mommy? What was his name?” The little girl questioned with a confused look on her freckled face.

“Jackson” you reminded her.

“Right! Jackson, we played on the swings, he gave me some of his gold fishies, and then we held hands, and he gave me a hug before we left!” She beamed recalling some of what the two four year olds got up to today.

Cole couldn’t stop himself as he surged forward and scooped his daughter from his friend’s arms, setting the small girl counter he boxed her in with his arms on each side.

“Listen bug..you only played together right? Like swings, running around, going on the slide and stuff you didn’t kiss him after your hug right?” The man asked the four year old so seriously that you would think he was going over contract negotiations.

“Ewww no daddy! That’s only for adults.” She stuck her tongue out at the idea as she shook her head no.

“Good because you know that boys have cuties and that the-“

“Cole!” You scolded the man, slapping his shoulder.

“What?! I don’t want her to think it’s okay to flirt with little dirt balls.” he argued, his arms flaring out.

“He’s right Rosie, boys are gross.” Trevor spoke up from where he rested against the counter.

“But you’re a boy uncle Z, so are you daddy, and uncle Brock, and grandpa, and uncle ale-“

You were the one to cut your daughter off before she could go into naming every boy she’d ever met, “Honey why don’t you go sit at your table and eat your lunch? You can watch some Bluey for a bit while you eat.”

The young girl perked up at the mention of food and a tad bit of screen time, seeing as she didn’t get much iPad time she took what she could get.

Cole helped the small girl off the counter and grabbed her iPad from its spot on the counter before handing it over to you as you two walked out of the kitchen and to her little eating area.

“So you know this means that we have to find this kid and teach him a lesson right? He shouldn’t have even talked to-“ your hand connecting to the back of Jacks head shut him up quickly, looking like a scolded child.

“I know you were not just going to plan beating up a four year old.” You laughed, hands on your hips as you looked at the young man.

“He has a point honey, I mean who was this kid anyway?” Cole spoke up, his stance quickly mirroring yours.

You shook your head at your husband, a laugh breaking free, “He was actually really sweet and I talked with his mom the entire time at the park while they ran around. He picked her flowers and everything, even told her that her freckles were pretty.” You smirked knowing it would piss Cole off even more that the boy went as far as to compliment Rosie.

“He what?!”

“Oh calm down, it was harmless and we even set up a play date for Saturday morning at the park.” You shrugged.

“Well boys, clear your calendars for Saturday morning. We’ve got plans.” Cole spoke up and you could do nothing but shake your head as the kitchen full of grown men agreed with him.

-

When Saturday morning rolled around Cole was packed and ready to go, his Honda odyssey packed and loaded for a morning at the park.

Thankfully you were able to shake the heard of hockey players that originally wanted to join you and it only ended up being you three as you arrived to the park.

Rosie was excited all morning and the night before, ready to see her friend again and to play.

The girls eyes lit up at the sight of Jackson once you made it into the playground, her little hand waving around so fast you were scared it was going to fall off.

“Jackson!” She cheered as she ran towards him for a hug.

“Hi Rosie! I like your shirt.” He greeted, pointing to the trolls characters on her shirt.

“Thank you! I like your hat.” She replied.

“Oh hell no.” Cole grumbled going to step forward but your hand on his arm and stern look in your eyes had him stopping in his tracks.

You greeted Jackson’s mom as the two kids ran off introducing Cole, sitting on a bench you two caught up on your week while Cole’s gaze was locked tight on the kids.

His hand clenching tightly against his yeti every time Jackson’s hand so much as brushed Rosie, but he hid his death stare for the child every time his mom looked over or anytime Rosie did.

After about twenty minutes of running around the two came back for a drink and took off again until Jackson had to go to the bathroom, his mom taking him quickly leaving just you and Cole as Rosie continued to run around.

“See he’s not bad, plus she’s just making friends.” You nudged him.

He grumbled in response, one arm crossing over his chest as he leaned back more into the bench, his quarter-zip tightening around his strong arms as he kept an eye on Rosie.

“She said she was in love.” He pointed out.

“Cole she’s just a kid” you laughed, “She doesn’t know what love means, she just knows that everyone in her life that she has fun with and that makes her laugh she says I love you to.”

The man shook his head in denial, determined to hate the young boy for the way he was making his daughter feel. To him she was his little baby and no boy deserved even a drop of her time, she has all the people she needs.

Cole continued to watch intently for the next hour or so until Jackson and his mom had to get going, you exchanging your goodbye as the kids did the same.

This time however when pulling back, Jackson’s lips landed on Rosie’s cheek but he was quick to run off before anyone had time to react.

“I-did he..did he just kiss her?!?” Cole choked, hundreds of emotions and thoughts running through his mind as he processed what he just witnessed.

Cole was flabbergasted as you broke out into giggles, finger pointed at him as you bent over holding your stomach tightly.

“What are you laughing at?! He kissed her! He put his lips on my babies cheek.” He shook his head, heart racing as he noticed the blush on your daughter’s cheek as she turned back towards you two.

“Your face! It was to good.” You laughed, picking up your bag as you held Rosie’s hand in your larger one.

Cole groaned as he stood as well and led the way to the car, he couldn’t believe the little shit actually had the nerve to kiss his babygirl.

Rosie babbled on as you put her in her car seat, Cole already situated in the drivers seat listening intently as she went on to talk about all the things her and Jackson did.

She continued her rundown as you guys got on the road, telling you about how he held her hand again and kept telling her he really likes her freckles.

“Oh and he asked me to marry him but I told him I had to ask my mommy and daddy first.” The four year old shrugged.

“HE WHAT?!”

-

[shuadotcom]

Main Dish | HJS (M)

☐ Summary: When lunch ends up being inedible, Joshua has to pick something else to eat.

☐ Pairing: Joshua x Afab!Reader

☐ Genres & AUs: Smut, fluff, established relationship!au, absolutely porn without plot

☐ Rating: 18+ (MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED)

☐ Warnings: Profanity, cunnilingus, fingering, dirty talk, pet names (baby, baby girl, sweetheart, honey, good girl), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting

☐ Words: 3.2k

☐ Note: This fic is brought to you by my lack of cooking skills and my insatiable need for Joshua. It was also written for @kpopsblackcreatorsociety Bon Voyage Bingo event! The bingo square/prompt for this fic is camping.

Thank you @horanghater for being my beta ily 🥰

☐ Net Tag: @kflixnet

“Please don’t go off, please don’t go off, please do-”

BEEEEEEP BEEEEEP BEEEEEEP

“Goddamnit!” Working as fast as possible, you grab the pan from the hot stove top, removing it from the heat. The blare of the smoke detector rings out through the apartment and you have to act quickly to open all the nearby windows, waving away the smoke in the air with the dish towel. 

Once the smoke mostly clears and the alarms have subsided, you survey the scene in front of you. Grumbling in frustration you eye the now burnt tofu on the stovetop and let out a disappointed sigh. You had just wanted to cook something fun and new for your boyfriend. He’s been camping with his friends for the past week and you figure he would appreciate a home-cooked meal but, as usually happens with you in the kitchen, it turned out to be a disaster. 

You weren’t a cook by any means, but you knew how to get by with very basic skills. Boiling eggs, making stove-top ramen, and using the air fryer slash toaster oven you had begged for on your last birthday. 

All of the essentials of cooking. 

Tonight, the plan was originally to try a new pan-fried tofu recipe you saw on TikTok because it looked yummy. Instead of looking like the wonderfully golden-fried nuggets that they were supposed to resemble, all that sits in the pan in front of you now are uneven little pieces of charcoal. 

Great. Wonderful. Amazing.

Standing in the middle of the kitchen, gnawing at a hangnail in distress, you didn’t even take notice of your boyfriend watching you from the entrance of the room, admiring how cute you looked in your little lounge clothes and apron. His entrance had been drowned out by the blaring of the smoke alarms.

“Don’t chew on your nails, honey, it’s not good for you.”

Joshua’s voice is much louder than the music you are playing from your phone on the counter and you nearly leap into the air when you hear him.

“Jesus, Shua! You scared the shit out of me!” Clutching your chest, you reach over and pause the sound from your phone.

He chuckles as he approaches you, wrapping his arms around your waist and drawing you in for a hug. 

“Sorry, baby. I couldn’t help it.” He apologizes, but the smirk on his face shows he’s not really that sorry.

Joshua places a kiss and your waiting lips and your annoyance at being jump-scared fades. He smells like outside and a little bit like sweat, but underneath that, he still has his usual warm, homey scent that belongs only to him.

You let him take your breath away a little while longer, arms wrapping around his neck to bring him closer. He rests his head against yours when you pull away, his eyes tired but still sparkling down at you.

“How was your guys' camping trip?”

“Well, Mingyu found a spider in his tent and tore the whole thing down trying to get out, Soonyoung got sunburnt and fell into the lake, and Vernon forgot his allergy medicine and spent all week sneezing.”

“So the usual shenanigans?”

With a chuckle, Joshua nods, looking you up and down. “Basically, but I’m having a much better time now that I’m back here with you.” He leans down to kiss your forehead and you still let yourself get flustered by his sweet words, even after three years together. “And what’s going on in here?” He asks when he finally pulls away, eyes looking over your head at the charred remains of your lunch.

“Nothing, just me fucking up in the kitchen again.” Pouting, you cross your arms, wincing as Joshua steps up to the counter, inspecting what’s remaining of the tofu.

“Ah baby, they don’t look that bad…” He uses the chopsticks you left nearby to poke at a piece, raising it to his face and sniffing it.

“Shua, don’t-” Before you can stop him, he pops it into his mouth, chewing extra slowly. Your boyfriend, always so sweet to you and considerate of your feelings, looks like he’s in physical pain as he crunches the food, his nose wrinkling with each shift of his jaw. With a sigh you walk over and grab a sheet of paper towel, holding it up to his mouth. “Spit it out.”

“It doesn’t taste terrible…” he mumbles between chews, eyebrows furrowing as he does.

“Joshua, just spit it out!” At your insistence he does, expression apologetic.

Joshua watches you take the rest of the tofu and throw it away, shoulders slumping in defeat. He moves across the kitchen to stand behind you, wrapping you in his arms. 

“Don’t be upset, baby. It’s just some tofu.”

“But I fucked up lunch for you! I just wanted to make you a homemade meal since you’ve been eating over a campfire all week.” Joshua coos at you, pulling you tighter against him.

“Aw, sweetheart, you didn’t have to do all this in the first place. I think we both know that you would’ve been better off ordering something. There’s a reason I do most of the cooking, remember?” He laughs, his tone teasing.

Gasping, you spin in his hold, round eyes staring up at him as you pout for what feels like the twentieth time tonight. “Joshie, are you saying I can’t cook?!”

Faltering, Joshua’s eyes dart back and forth, strategically planning his next words. 

“I - I didn’t mean that you can’t cook, Y/n. I just -”

“I’m kidding, Shua. Of course, I know I can’t cook.” He’s clearly relieved, rolling his eyes at your giggles. 

Joshua leans down to pepper your face with kisses, holding you close, ignoring your feeble attempt to escape his grasp.

“I guess it’s a good thing then that I wasn’t even thinking about what I’d eat for lunch.” He places a final kiss on your cheek before pulling back to gaze at you.

“You weren’t?”

“Of course not. How could I even begin to think about lunch when all I could think about was tasting you again?” Joshua smirks at you, laughing when you scoff, your turn to roll your eyes at him.

“How did I know you wouldn’t even be a little bit subtle about wanting to have sex as soon as you got back?” 

“Because you know how addicted I am to you and how much I think about you.” You and Joshua are chest to chest, his hands tracing your body, fingertips pressing lightly into your curves.

Joshua’s voice has already lowered an octave, eyes flickering to your lips. You’re in no way surprised at how quickly Joshua turned the situation from silly and domestic to horny, but you’re not bothered in the slightest, more than happy to fuck your boyfriend again. A week has been far too long of a time to go without Joshua’s cock inside of you.

“Oh, so you were thinking of me on your trip? Thought you’d be too busy grilling meat and playing games with the boys.” 

“Baby, I’m always thinking about you, but especially when we’re not together.” Joshua ducks down, his nose brushing yours. 

“And what about me were you thinking about exactly?” You whisper, holding your breath as you await his next words.

“Well, I was thinking all about how sweet your cunt is and how I couldn’t wait to come home and devour you.”

Somehow you hadn’t registered that Joshua walked you back until the counter pressed into your lower back, trapping you between it and Joshua’s firm body.

“Hmm…then I guess lunch is served whenever you’re ready to eat,” Tilting your head up, your lips brush against Joshua’s. You shift your leg forward, knee brushing against the crotch of his sweatpants. A grunt slips out of him when you make contact with his half-hard cock and he surges forward, lips meeting yours in a feverish kiss. 

Joshua’s soft lips move against yours, his hands cupping your face to keep you close. Your hands trail up Joshua’s thick arms, tracing every ridge and dip of muscle. You’ve never been shy about how much you enjoy the new gym rat era he and a few of his friends have entered, making sure to be very obvious about the way you appreciate the new muscle he’s worked on gaining. He also doesn’t hide just how much he loves how the bulkier version of him turns you on, your boyfriend flexing for you so the muscles tense and loosen a few times under your fingertips.

Those same strong arms move to hold your waist, holding onto you as he swallows every pant and tiny whine that you let out. Joshua’s tongue wraps around yours and sucks, the kiss descending into lewd territory as Joshua grinds against your thigh still wedged between his legs.

The kiss feels like it goes on forever, which is in no way a complaint. Joshua’s hands wander all over your body, hands skating down to grab at your bare thighs and up to your ass, grabbing a handful to bring your hips impossibly closer. It’s almost embarrassing how wet you are, feeling your cotton panties clinging to you with each shuffle of the fabric. 

Joshua seems to read your mind as he finally moves a hand under your apron and into the waistband of your shorts and panties, his finger grazing your pussy making you jolt and buck into his hand.

“Would you look at that? You’re fucking drenched just from my kisses?” To illustrate his point, he pulls his fingers from your shorts, holding the wet digits up to showcase your juices to you both.

“Fuck, yeah, I need you so badly. I missed you so much.”

Joshua hums, popping his fingers into his mouth, eyes closing as he sucks them clean, savoring your flavor. The scene is enough to have you rubbing your thighs together, easily recalling just how good his tongue feels when it’s on you.

“Mmm, I missed you too, baby. And speaking of, I’m starving, so I think I’m ready to eat now.”

Joshua plants his hands on your hips and turns you around so his front is pressed against your back, walking with you out of the kitchen and around to the island, leaving kisses on the back of your neck as you go. When you reach the side of the island that you usually sit to eat at, Joshua’s nimble fingers untie your apron and lift it over your head, tossing it to the floor. Your shorts and panties come next as he slides the fabric down your legs, letting them pool at your feet.

Your boyfriend makes a sound of appreciation at the sight of your bare ass, big hands squeezing your cheeks before landing a firm smack on one of them. He helps you up onto the island, sitting you near the edge. Joshua pulls up a stool in front of you, spreading your legs wide, and letting out a low whistle.

“Look at all of this, so messy and sloppy all for me.” Joshua leans forward and places kisses on the inside of your thighs, inhaling your scent as he does, small moans rumbling in his throat.

A few whimpers slip out of you with each kiss over your hot skin, Joshua’s breath hitting your core only serving to make you wetter. Joshua loves eating you out, always talking about how good you taste and how much he loves the way you smell when you’re dripping for him.

He doesn’t leave you waiting for long this time (another thing Joshua loves is to tease you, but he seems to want you bad enough to spare you this time) as his tongue finally licks at your clit, the muscle flattening and adding much-needed pressure. 

A squeal of Joshua’s name tumbles out of you as he licks a fat stripe from your hole to your clit - once, twice, three times, each go making you twitch underneath him. Your legs almost snap shut, but his firm grip keeps them open.

“Nuh-uh, keep your legs open, baby girl. I haven’t even started eating my meal.”

Your eyes stay trained on him as his hands grab the back of your thighs, pushing them toward you. You lie on your back in a more comfortable position, hands trembling as they hold onto the front of your shirt in anticipation.

“I’ll never get tired of eating you out, you know that? Never get tired of how fucking sweet you taste on my tongue.” To further his point, Joshua’s thick tongue slips into your pussy, lapping at your gummy walls, letting his nose brush against your clit.

“F-fuck!” Your hands dart down, fingers threading through his brunette strands, tugging at the root as he tongue fucks you on the kitchen island. 

Every grunt and groan that Joshua lets out is deep, deep enough that the vibrations can be felt throughout your whole body. You can’t help but thrash underneath him, loud obscene slurping sounds fill the room as he works. Joshua’s hands keep your thighs pinned down, preventing you from nearly falling off the counter while his face presses closer to your cunt. 

He eats you out like a man starved, a week without your pussy proving to be much too long away for him. The tip of his tongue is still buried inside of you, flicking at your walls at an almost impossible speed. 

Fire begins to quickly pool in the pit of your stomach, nails digging into Joshua’s scalp which only spurs him on more.

“Shua, b-baby so good!”

“Mmph?” You can’t quite hear what he says but it sounds like it has a questioning tilt at the end.

“‘M gonna cum!”

That must’ve been what he was getting at because he picks up the pace and moves his hold on you to the sides of your thighs and makes you wrap your legs around his head. Joshua uses this new angle to force you to rock your hips against his face, leaning into you so far that when you glance down, all you see is the top of his hair which you’re still holding onto for dear life. 

Rolling your hips you go with his movement, desperately riding his face. Joshua lets you, his tongue drilling into you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

When you do cum, you stiffen almost painfully as heat spreads through your body, your thighs squeezing around him like a vice, holding him in place. Your boyfriend happily continues lapping at your sensitive core, murmurs of praise accompanying his coos of delight.

“So fucking tasty,” Joshua sighs as he pulls back, finally taking in air through his mouth. He glances at you, watching your chest heave as you catch your breath. Without a second thought, with your hole still clenching around nothing, Joshua shoves one of his thick fingers into you, drawing a gasp out of you. 

“Shua!?”

He has the audacity to blink up at you, faux innocence on his face along with your juices still shining on the bottom half of his face.

“What? I want seconds.” He shrugs, adding a second finger which has you cursing, senses on overdrive. Joshua’s plush lips are back on your clit, sucking the nub into his mouth, ignoring the way your nails dig into his hair again, tugging on his soft locks. 

“Ngh, Josh-Joshua! Please!”

“Please what, baby?” He mumbles, lips still suckling on your clit, your legs quivering as they rest on his shoulders. His fingers have no trouble finding that soft squishy spot inside of you that has your eyes crossing, the squelching sound of your wetness ringing in your ears.

“I’m - I just…” You trail off when your boyfriend curls his fingers, the overstimulation derailing your train of thought as you feel another orgasm hurdling toward you. Joshua smirks up at you, loving the way he can literally watch as your brain short-circuits for him - because of him.

His lips go back to your clit, suctioning around the bud. His fingers delve into you faster, your velvety walls hugging his digits, coating them in more of your sticky arousal. Sweat beads at your hairline and tears prick your eyes as Joshua throws you into another orgasm, electricity coursing through your veins and a choked, desperate cry of Joshua’s name tumbling from your lips. 

“Yeah, just like that, good girl.” He purrs against your overworked pussy, slowly dragging his fingers out of you. You whimper at the loss, only for the sound to be replaced by a loud wail, Joshua’s slick fingers rubbing rough, frantic circles against your clit. 

“Shit! Fuck, Shua I’m - fuuuck!”

“Come on baby girl, one more. Make a mess all over the fucking counter.” The pads of his fingers drag against your clit, body arching as you flail your hands, scrambling across the marble of the counter looking for something to ground you.

The sensation borders on painful, the sensitivity too much to handle as the pleasure builds and your muscles spasm. When you cum this time, it knocks the wind out of you, your eyes rolling back, your mouth open in a silent scream. Joshua leans down, eyes watching with glee as you squirt all over his hand and arm, getting your mixture of arousal on his shirt. He even cranes his head down, mouth open to drink up the remaining spurts of your release.

He rubs lazy circles over your puffy clit, letting you ride out the rest of your orgasm until your hoarse voice begs him to stop and he does, but not before wiping up as much of your wetness as he can on his fingers and popping them into his mouth once again.

“Fucking hell, Shua!” You huff out when you’ve finally sucked enough air back into your lungs.

“What? I told you I was starving.” His cocky grin earns him a half-hearted kick to his shoulder using the minuscule amount of energy you have remaining. He catches your leg, placing a soft kiss on your ankle before he straightens up and sits back to admire your ruined state.

“Are you going to help me up or leave me here for the rest of the day?” 

“I should eat all of my meals in the kitchen, but I suppose I can help you down.” Joshua laughs at your half-hearted threat to kick him again and offers his hands to you. He helps you sit upright and slowly slides you off of the island. 

When you’re back on shaky feet, you move to pick your bottoms up, but he stops you by pulling you against him.

“Wh-”

“Oh, you don’t need those. I’m gonna order some lunch for us, but I need dessert before it gets here.” He presses his hips forward, his rock-hard dick pressing against your ass. Joshua once again envelops you in his warm embrace, lips skirting against the shell of your ear. “That okay with you, baby?”

Between the orgasms he pushed out of you only minutes ago and the dip in his voice, wetness collects between your legs again, pussy clenching at the thought of Joshua fucking you for real.

“That’s more than okay with me,” you rasp, clearing your throat. “I’m feeling pretty empty myself and am dying to be stuffed.”

[moonstruckme]

Omg I have another weird request. So I get really bad gas bubbles in my tummy, like to the point of curling up and crying. So what helps is tummy rubs. Can you do a cute thing with doctor remmy since he would know this and like not even care about the burps or toots 🫣🫣 it’s so embarrassing but it happens all the time mostly after I eat and I just want comforting hands of doctor Remus 🥺💕

Thanks for requesting love!

cw: stomach pains, mention of gas bubbles, and implied belching and passing gas

doctor!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 618 words

You hear Remus come home, but you can’t make yourself call out a greeting. You’re curled up on the couch, using the butt of your palm to try and push out the pain and gritting your teeth through the largely unrewarding process. You turned on the TV when you first laid down, but you can’t focus on it enough to distract yourself. 

“Dove?” Remus’ voice moves from the kitchen into the living room, his footfalls quiet. Then he’s towering over the back of the couch, concern a line between his brows. It digs in when he sees you. 

“Hi,” you manage. 

“Hi, honey.” His voice stretches with a weighty compassion. He rounds the couch to sit by your feet, hand landing atop your curled legs. “Stomach bothering you again?” 

You hum miserably. This is the worst kind of pain, in your opinion. Not harsh or biting, but buried deep, throbbing and tender like a bruise. 

“C’mere,” Remus says, scooting closer to you and worming his hand in between your stomach and your thighs. 

“Sorry,” you say, voice nearly breaking on a sob. He’s only just gotten home from work, and you’ve already given him a task he didn’t ask for. It’s hardly a sexy thing to come home to.

“Don’t be,” he replies softly, sliding his hand underneath yours on your belly. You slip yours out to let him work. 

Remus’ hands are slightly cold from the chill outside, but they warm quickly, gentle but resolute as he applies a careful pressure to the bubbles inside your stomach. He’s far kinder than you had been, easing the bubbles out rather than punishing them. His slender fingers are deft and skillful. You find yourself relaxing even before the hurt has begun to lessen. 

A belch rises up in your throat before you can warn him. You squeeze your eyes shut in mortification. “Jesus. Sorry.” 

“Quit apologizing,” Remus says, bending over you to kiss the side of your neck lightly. His hand continues to knead at your stomach with a gentle lovingness. “That’s a good thing. Does it feel better?” 

“A little.” You give him a wan smile. You wish you felt well enough to sit up and kiss him back. Your poor boyfriend hasn’t even had time to take off his scrubs; you definitely owe him a cup of tea after this, at the very least. 

“Good.” The word eases off his tongue warm and buttery, and the smile he gives you in return is just as comforting. “I can see you thinking, lovely girl. You’re feeling poorly enough, don’t torment yourself extra.” 

You cringe as another gas bubble escapes you. “You haven’t eaten dinner yet,” you say guiltily. “If I were you, my appetite would be ruined.” 

Remus hums. “Well then I suppose it’s a good thing you’re not me.” He grins, reaching up with his free hand to cup the back of your head. His thumb draws circles into your temple. “My appetite will be fine, dove. I wouldn’t be very good at my job if I was squeamish, hm? Anyway, I couldn’t eat if I knew you were hurting. Helping you helps me.”

You burp again, more of the pain tingling out of you as you finally begin to relax. “I’m writing to the Vatican,” you sigh. “You need to be considered for sainthood.” 

Remus laughs. It’s a rare, hearty sound, loud and deep and chest-tightening. You think that you’re lucky it hadn’t happened before he’d set to work on your stomach; you’re not sure your body would have been able to handle it. 

“I’m not sure I’d qualify,” he admits, considering you with his tongue stuck in his cheek, “but I appreciate the thought, dove.”

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I’ll Protect You

summary: stress induced nightmares keep you from wanting to go back to sleep. Luckily your boyfriend is there to keep you company

You weren’t positive what you did in order for you to have a nightmare within a nightmare on this particular night, but the way your heart was beating out of your chest, beads of sweat coating your forehead and ragged breathing was the universe’s way of saying, “you’re not going back to bed”. You sat up and rubbed your head that was now pulsating, scared to even close you eyes in the upright position because you were so exhausted to the point you could fall asleep standing up. You barely registered a quiet “y/n?” Filling the room. You look over and see your boyfriend squinting at you, trying to find your face in the dark.

“What’s wrong?” He asks when there’s a lack of response. You realized you couldn’t talk. More of you were speaking but he couldn’t hear you. You reached out to him and your hand fell through him, as if he were a figment of your imagination. Your eyes bulged as you tried to grab his shirt but you couldn’t. He wasn’t there, but you could see him. You panicked, not being able to get the words out as he yelled asking what was wrong. Seconds later he disappeared. Gone in thin air. But you heard his voice. It got louder actually until…

Your eyes shot open. You could truly feel hands around your wrists. Your hands were in the same position you were just seconds ago in your nightmare, gripping his shirt and screaming his name. He was so calm though, even after just watching you go through what seemed like a night terror.

“You with me sweetheart?” He asked rubbing your wrist with his thumb. You nodded hesitantly, slowly letting go of his shirt, slightly embarrassed at the fact he most likely woke up to you screaming and grabbing him.

“I had a nightmare, and I thought I woke up from it, but I was still in it…” you mumble into your hands. He sits up and starts rubbing your back.

“I’m sorry honey,” he whispers, alternating between rubbing your shoulders and scratching your back. You were both sure this was stress related.

“It is what it is, I’m sorry if I woke up you,” you whisper leaning your head on one hand. He shook his head.

“You don’t need to apologize love, I want to help in any way I can,” he reassures you before kissing your shoulder and pulling you into the side of him.

“I don’t want to go to sleep, I’m scared I’ll relive it again,” you say mildly shaky. You’ve never gone through multiple nightmares before. Wonwoo hummed.

“Want to watch something? We could cuddle and eat snacks if you’d like?” He suggests while rubbing a hand up and down your arm. You let out a sigh because that sounded absolutely amazing. Within minutes, Wonwoo was back in the room with your favorite snacks, and scrolling through Netflix looking for a happy show for you two to watch. You rested your head against his shoulder while he laid his head on top of yours.

“Hey,” he said gently lifting your chin to look at him. He smiled with adoration and kissed your forehead. “I love you,” he says sweetly. You smiled for the first time that night and kissed him back.

“I love you too,” you say while trying to stifle a yawn. Wonwoo giggled at that and pulled you fully into his lap, his arms wrapped around your midsection while he rested his chin on your head. You knew you’d probably be more than tired once the sun rose, but let’s just say your midday nap would be free of nightmares and full of warmth in your boyfriend’s hold.

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Run, pretty girl, run Chapter 5

Summary:  Even with the safeguards put in place after the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D., the remaining Avengers find themselves on the run after the American government falls into disarray.  The code word is sent, and they’re officially fugitives.  Bucky makes a run for the safe house set up for emergencies like this where the Avengers are told to meet up, but on the way saves the pregnant agent turned payroll specialist that he was partnered with.  Will they make it before she goes into labor?  Or at all?

Warnings: violence, pregnancy, childbirth, death of minor character, language, eventual smut

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That night since there weren’t enough beds and rooms, Y/N opted to sleep with Yelena.  They all fell asleep and the warehouse grew quiet.  Bucky found it hard to sleep without having Y/N nearby, and he tossed and turned as he tried to rest.  Suddenly a scream made him bolt upright in bed.   He ripped off the blanket and ran out the room, following the sound of the continued screams until he reached Yelena’s room, where Peter was watching at the doorway.  Bucky ran in and saw Yelena and Sam trying to wake Y/N up as she screamed.  She was still asleep, stuck in a nightmare.

“Y/N!  Wake up, honey!” Sam spoke loudly to her, his hand tapping her cheek firmly while his other hand kept her wrist pinned against the bed so she couldn’t swing at him.

Y/N struggled against his hold, Yelena holding her other wrist down and trying to cuddle close to her, her arm cradling around her head so she wouldn’t bang it against the wall behind them or into one of them.  “Come on, Y/N,” she said, trying to speak into her ear for her to hear.  Y/N’s screams died down into cries, tears streaming down the sides of her face.

“No!” she yelled.  “My baby…my baby…please…”

Bucky ran over and climbed on the bed.  “Move,” he grunted at Sam, who quickly got out of his way.  Bucky grabbed her now free hand with his metal hand, holding it between their chests and she stopped squirming.  He was straddling her legs as he leaned down, his flesh hand cradling the side of her face.  “Hey pretty girl,” he said into her opposite ear from Yelena.  “It’s just a dream.  Come back, Mamas,” he said, his fingers scratching into the nape of her neck and scalp, his thumb rubbing along her jaw.  “It’s just me, you’re safe, come back to me, Mamas…”

Y/N’s eyes flew open and she panted as she looked up at him with wide eyes.  Yelena sighed and ran her fingers through Y/N’s hair.  “Thank God,” she breathed.  “Hey, it’s okay,” she said.

Y/N glanced at Yelena as she tried to get her bearings.  She looked back at Bucky and sobbed, the hand he was holding squeezing his metal hand hard.  “I’m sorry,” she sputtered.  “I’m sorry…I’m sorry…”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Bucky said.  “It was just a bad dream.  You’re safe, you’re okay.  It’s just me, just us,” he glanced back at Sam and Peter, and now Scott at the doorway as well.  Y/N nodded as she shut her eyes and cried.  Bucky sat up and brought her up with him, holding her close and maneuvering her into his lap as Yelena sat up and rubbed her back.

Sam stepped forward and squeezed her shoulder.  “Don’t worry about it, honey.  We understand.  If you need anything just let us know,” he said.  Y/N nodded against Bucky’s shoulder and Sam walked out, ushering Peter and Scott away.

Yelena leaned back against the wall at the head of the bed.  “I think she’ll do better sleeping with her partner,” she said quietly, watching the way Bucky handled Y/N.  “At least for now.”

Y/N glanced at her apologetically.  “I’m sorry Yelena,” she whispered, letting out a shuddering breath.

Yelena shook her head.  “Don’t be, I completely understand,” she smirked.  “Go rest.  He’ll take care of you,” she said, giving Bucky a cocked eyebrow.

Bucky rolled his eyes at her then nestled Y/N so her legs wrapped around his waist and he stood with her.  “G’night Belova,” he sing-songed as he carried Y/N out of the room.  Yelena just snickered as he brought Y/N back to his room.  She clung to him, sniffling against his shoulder as he closed the door behind them and then sat in the middle of the bed.  They sat in silence as they held each other, his hands rubbing her back, his fingers tickling up her spine as he slightly rocked sideways.  He whispered encouraging and reassuring things into her ear, kissing her hair and her cheek repeatedly.  She started to relax, nuzzling the crook of his neck and giving his shoulders and neck soft scratches.

“I’m sorry Buck,” she whispered after a long while.  

“For what?” he asked, pulling back so he could look at her.

“For waking you all up,” she sighed.  “For being an emotional wreck.”

“I’m pretty sure out of all of us you have every right to be an emotional wreck,” he scoffed.  “We’re all a mess, Mamas, it’s nothing to be ashamed about.  I’ve woken everybody up tons of times with my nightmares,” he added.

“I know,” she said, sniffing and wiping her face.  “I just…I’m still sorry.  I can’t sleep without seeing him, reliving it all over again,” she said.  “I’m so tired.”  Bucky took her hands and rubbed her knuckles.  “I want to forget everything.  I want to stop feeling it all so much,” she said defeatedly.  

Bucky nodded in understanding.  “I know how that feels,” he agreed quietly.  “I’m not going to pretend like I have any idea how it feels to go through what you’ve gone through.  It’s not fair.  Just please remember I’m here to help you however I can.  I don’t know how but I can distract you to help keep your mind off of it, or I can sit through it with you as you feel it.”

Y/N scrutinized him for a moment.  “You’re a good man, you know that?” she said.

Bucky’s eyes slightly widened.  “I don’t know about that,” he smirked.  

“You are,” she said urgently.  “The best partner I’ve ever had.  You’re the best friend I’ve ever had.”  

Bucky smiled fully at that.  “You’re the best friend I’ve ever had,” he replied.

“Liar,” Y/N said, narrowing her eyes at him.  “What would Steve say?”

Bucky rolled his eyes and she giggled.  “Okay, fine, you’re one of the best friends I’ve ever had,” he conceded.  Y/N smiled and he chuckled.  “There’s that pretty girl's smile,” he said.  

Y/N blushed and looked down.  She squeezed his hands and breathed deeply before looking back up at him.  “I heard you earlier, with Sam,” she said quietly.

Bucky blinked, then his eyes widened and his mouth dropped open.  “Oh…um, well, Y/N you don’t…you don’t have to–”

“You love me?” she asked, her head tilting and keeping eye contact with him.  He inhaled deeply and blinked rapidly, trying to calm himself, then slowly nodded.  Y/N fought a smile.  “Can I hear you say it?” she asked sweetly.

Bucky swallowed harshly.  “I love you, pretty girl,” he whispered.  “I’ve loved you, been in love with you, for a long time.”

Y/N’s gaze flickered back and forth between his eyes as she internalized his words.  Her eyes flicked to his lips momentarily.  “I love you, too,” she whispered.

Bucky shook his head.  “You don’t have to say it back just because I said it,” he said quickly.  “Especially right now.  I don’t expect anything from you–”

“Buck,” Y/N interrupted, releasing her hands from his grip and reaching up to cup his face in her hands.  “I love you.  I’ve loved you for a long time, but I was afraid of ruining our friendship, our partnership.  I convinced myself it was just a silly crush and I pushed it down and dated someone else for too long who knocked me up and left me,” she said, her brow furrowing and her voice wobbling at the memory.  “You’ve always been there for me, through everything, thick and thin, kept me safe.  You are…everything to me,” she said, looking him over.  “And I’m sorry it took me so long to realize and accept it.”

Bucky couldn’t stop the wide smile growing on his face at her words.  She loved him, actually loved him back.  He leaned forward and rested his forehead against her forehead again like earlier, his eyes closing as he reveled in the feeling of requited love.  “I’m sorry it took me so long to admit it,” he whispered.  

Y/N giggled again and squirmed in his lap, making her even closer to him.  “You’re probably right, that right now isn’t the best time to admit these things since I’m a mess,” he huffed a laugh, “and I shouldn’t be making any rash decisions, but can I have…just one, k-kiss, please?” 

Bucky opened his eyes and looked at her.  Her breathing was starting to pick up a little as she looked between his eyes and his lips.  He hadn’t kissed someone since the 40’s, and even though he felt very out of practice, he couldn’t deny her when she looked so longingly at him.  He nodded.  “Anything for you, Mamas,” he repeated his words from earlier.  He angled his head, his nose softly running along her nose, teasing her lips with a featherlight touch of his lips, making her chase him.  He smiled then leaned forward and pressed his lips against her lips.

Y/N gasped when he finally kissed her, freezing in place for a moment, before melting into it and kissing him back feverishly.  He made a surprised noise as she pressed against him firmly, her arms wrapping around his neck and shoulders, one hand running through his hair at the back of his head.  His hands dropped to hold her hips, kissing her harder as she moved on him.  After a few minutes she opened her mouth and her tongue licked along his lower lip.  He moaned into her mouth as he opened up for her, tasting her back.  He felt light headed, reminding himself to breathe as he got to hold her, feel her, kiss her how he always wanted.  Her hands ran down his neck then over his chest, making his hips slightly jerk under her.  She gasped again and he pulled away.

“God, I’m sorry,” he said, closing his eyes.  

“Don’t be,” Y/N said.  “I’m not.  I’m sorry I, uh,” she giggled, “I got carried away.”

Bucky laughed with her.  “It’s okay, I liked it, believe me I want to.  Just maybe not…not yet,” he sighed.

“You’re right, not yet,” Y/N agreed, nodding with a smile.  She nuzzled her nose against his nose and leaned in for a quick peck of a kiss before pulling away, her hands resting on his forearms.  “Thank you, hot stuff.”

Bucky blushed.  “I love you, pretty girl.”

“I love you,” she smiled.

***

Bucky decided to do as Fury said and take Y/N to see the sights.  She had never been to Romania before, and he’d only been there in hiding years ago, so he never got to see the area like a tourist.  They kept to themselves, not engaging too much with the locals so as not to be recognized.  Y/N loved the old medieval look of the town, enjoying the local treats and goodies.  She was still healing from surgery, so they only stayed out for a couple of hours before taking a long way back to the warehouse, making sure no one was following them.  

The routine was about the same every day, sometimes staying inside the warehouse all day, and other days going out so they didn’t lose their minds being cooped up inside.  Y/N was healing physically, but mentally was a whole other deal.  She stayed in Bucky’s room from that first night, and although they had kissed and confessed their feelings for each other, they didn’t push for anything else.  Nothing felt permanent or safe at the moment, so until it did, they wouldn’t move forward.  But Bucky loved those moments when she would steal a kiss while they were out, or when he’d hold her at night and she would initiate a makeout session that he always had to slow down after a while.

Five weeks later Fury arrived.  “The threat has been neutralized,” he announced as they all watched him warily.  “You’re free to go back to the Avengers compound, or back to your homes, whatever you choose.”

“That’s it?” Y/N asked.  

“That’s it,” Fury nodded.  “The Skrulls who were trying to overthrow governments have been identified, found and eliminated or incarcerated.  The humans they were copying have been found and are being rehabilitated.  I know that this has been a hard time for all of you,” he gave Y/N and Bucky an apologetic look, “but it’s over.”  

Scott scoffed and rolled his eyes.  “Yeah, sure, world governments in shambles, threat of war and people fucking dying, now all’s well and we’re free to go home,” he mumbled, shaking his head.

“I know you’re all angry–” Fury started.

“Angry?” Y/N yelled.  “You think I’m angry?  I LOST MY CHILD!” she screamed, starting to walk towards Fury but Bucky held her back.  “And I’m supposed to just, what?  Let it go?!”  She pushed Bucky away as she walked toward him.  “You owe me, Nick…somebody owes me for all of the shit I’ve gone through, all the shit I’ve done for you, this team, this country, and for what?” she cried.  “At the cost of how many lives?  What about my son?” she sobbed as Bucky pulled her back.  

For the first time ever, Bucky saw Fury’s face crumple at her sorrow.  “We of course will come to some kind of restitution for you, for all of you,” he glanced at them briefly.

Y/N scoffed and struggled against Bucky’s arms.  “Fuck you,” she spat before twisting away and stalking off.

Everyone else sat in silence, the Avengers glaring at Fury.  He sighed and looked down.  “There is transportation waiting outside to take you all wherever you wish to go,” he said, then turned and left the way he came.

They all seemed to deflate as he left and slowly walked to their rooms to pack what little they had.  Bucky quickly walked to his room where he found Y/N slamming her things into her to-go bag, muttering curses to herself.  “Pretty girl,” he murmured and walked toward her.

Y/N shook her head as she shoved clothes into the bag.  “I quit,” she said, glancing at him momentarily.  “I can’t do this anymore.”

“Quit?” Bucky asked, his brow furrowing.  “Y/N, just slow down–”

“No,” she whirled around on him.  “I’m done.  You can stay and be an Avenger and do the right thing and all that bullshit, but I’m done.  Fuck Fury, fuck the government, fuck it all,” she swore as she finished putting her things in the bag and zippered it shut forcefully.  “They don’t care about me, or my baby, or anybody else who has lost anything or anyone along the way.  They don’t care about you,” she said, looking at him as tears streamed down her face.  “They only use us, abuse us, then abandon us.”

Bucky hugged her tight and she gripped his shirt tight in her fingers.  “You’re right,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head.  “I know you’re right.  Listen…” he pulled her away and held her by her arms.  “Let’s get home, and we can figure out the next steps.  Wherever you go, I go,” he said, his hands sliding up her arms to her neck then cradling her face in his palms.  “You, me and a cocktail in Monaco, remember?”

Y/N huffed a watery laugh.  “You, me and a beer in Malta,” she replied.

“Exactly,” he smiled.  “Just you and me, Mamas.”

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[hiramaris]

Kiss It Off Me

CHAPTER 4

Chapter Summary:

“Thank you.” She couldn’t stop smiling, not if she can’t help it. “It’s really sweet of you to do all this.” “No problem. I like it when you smile. Happiness looks good in you.”

Pairings: Haley x Fem!farmer

Disclaimer:  I do not own Stardew Valley or any of the related characters. Stardew Valley is created by and owned by ConcernedApe. This fanfiction is intended for entertainment only. I am not making any profit from this story. All rights of the original Stardew Valley story belong to ConcernedApe.

Warning: Swearing, mentions of neglect

Y/n, I’m not really good at writing a note or apologizing in general. I just… feel bad about how our introduction to one another went downhill which I know is my fault. I know it's kind of rude, too to take someone's photo without their consent so, here you go. It's not the best photo but it's not, like, the worse either. And you look like you're in one with nature so the photographer in me couldn't help but to take the shot.  Anyway, if you have time away from your farm, you can drop by at 2 Willow Lane in the morning or whatever so I can make it up to you somehow. It’s cool if you don’t want to if you’re, like, really mad still.   P.S I don’t wake up until 8. Need my beauty sleep! - Haley <3

Spring 10

"Earlier, I was getting my mail."

Haley's chewing came to a halt as George began to speak. How odd. George wasn’t one to talk during meals. She knew this because there was never a time she missed mandatory weekly meals with the Mullners.

Nonetheless, she leaned a bit closer to hear him.

"I couldn't because of my...” he trailed off, leaving the rest unsaid. “Anyway, Pam's kid tried to help me, and I ended up shouting at her." "My goodness, George!” Gran Evelyn gasped softly, placing a hand over her heart. “Why did you do that to poor Penny?" "I— she pushed my wheelchair and touched my mail.” He averted his gaze, looking everywhere but at the three pairs of eyes focused on him. If Haley didn’t know him any better, he almost looked embarrassed rather than angry. “I... I didn't like it when people act like I'm so nimble." Granny shook her head in sympathy. "Still, honey... She's just trying to help." "I know, I know," George grumbled, stabbing his fork into a fried mushroom. "The new farmer even pointed it out to me." He looked up, his eyes boring into his wife. "I apologized anyway. It was just a bad day, and I happened to project my anger onto her."

At the mention of the new farmer, Haley perked up. Not to sound obsessed or anything or like she has been counting at all, but it had been almost two days since she had caught a whiff of that familiar scent of dirt and freshly cut grass that you seemed to radiate even from a mile away. If Emily’s going to twist her arm behind her back, then maybe she’ll be able to get Haley to admit that she’s the one doing the avoiding right now.

The fact that it was Haley herself who wrote a note for you to come by to make up for her rude behavior, and then when you did drop by immediately a day after, Haley would make sure she had plenty of excuses to not meet you at the door and have Emily answer on her behalf. It’s been days and she’s running out of reasons to tell Emily why she couldn’t meet her visitor, and it wouldn’t take a genius to know who’s avoiding whom.

How could she not though?

How can someone recover from a situation like that which was probably scraped off from a romantic script of a movie because it’s too predictable, and cringe?

How can you look at someone ever again knowing you had seen that face in mere inches, breath tingling the cheeks and then act like you weren’t fazed by it all?

Most importantly, how do you act after that? Apparently, it didn’t seem like a problem for you as you were so busy hustling and bustling in and out of the farm and into the town. And if you weren't busy doing your chores, then you were always dragged down by Sam’s little brother to their little class arrangement with Penny and often found you hanging out with them by the big tree just outside Haley’s home which is why she knows not because she’s actively searching for you, duh.

Okay, maybe you did try to approach her, and Haley's acting like the two of you had a one-night stand by avoiding you like the plague. Could you blame her, though?

If it wasn't embarrassing enough, she even accused you of trying to buy her friendship with the daily gifts you gave her, accompanied by that annoyingly cheerful smile that seemed permanently sculpted on your face.

What am I even supposed to think in that situation? Even Alex, her best friend for years, wasn’t consistent with giving her gifts. The doofus often forgets special occasions, but that's a separate issue altogether.

To her, you’re really just an enigma.

And she can’t help but be drawn to the mysterious, goody-two-shoes persona you’re sporting.

She shook her head when she realized she’d been zoning out longer than she warranted. Evelyn is still giving George a piece of her mind for what he did. Haley’s so sure he’s regretting his decision by now opening this topic to his wife.

However, it was clear to Haley who was in the wrong here.

"If I may put in my two cents...?" she interjected, unable to hold back.

Alex raised a curious brow at her but remained silent. Granny, on the other hand, nodded encouragingly. "Go ahead, deary."

"I think George's reaction was valid," Haley began slowly, choosing her words carefully. "Penny touched your wheelchair and mail without consent, regardless of her good intentions, George." And as an afterthought, she added, a hint of annoyance creeping into her voice, "And the new farmer agreed with her? She should have known better."

"Look at you, Hay. Queen of consent!" Alex teased, a smirk playing on his lips. "I love a girl who knows her boundaries."

Of course, the doofus would choose this time to speak.

"Haha," she rolled her eyes at a smirking Alex. He sure knows what buttons to push. "Asking consent is a bare minimum, you goof. You should practice it more often." "Hey!" "Hng," George grumbled inaudibly. "Little Miss Farmer did say that."

"Say what, dear?" "That Pam's kid should have asked me first.” George clarified. “But I should have handled it a little better, too. Can't say that she's wrong."

Despite his use of tone, he didn’t sound too upset. More like he’s in between of unable to believe that someone has the courage to stand up to him and tell him he’s wrong and still respect him as an elder, or being mad at this new farmer for sticking up her nose somewhere it doesn’t belong.

Either way, a George that isn’t grumpy is a win-win. So, they all will probably take it as it is.

"I'm glad you thought so too, dear." See? Even Granny thinks so, too. It’s better to have a plate full of her infamous cookies (and leek if you’re George) than to have a grumpy George on your plate. "Here, have some sauté leek."

George's face brightens up considerably. "I thought we don't have anymore from the pantry?"

"Miss Y/n dropped some earlier. Said to help cook your favorite dish. Isn’t she a sweetheart?”

"Hmm... I guess she's really something else then."

"I told you so, dear."

"Agree!" Alex raises a thumbs up. "She even knows how to play grid ball! She's new yet she's already better than the men here combined."

"That's lovely, deary. I hope she also influences you to read those books I gave you. I heard she's infatuated with books as Miss Penny does." "Yes, granny," Alex grumbled against his spoon.

Spring 12

She didn’t expect to see you so soon.

It’s not like she wants to avoid you forever. Ugh.

Why is this so difficult?

Her whole Spring routine is now in shambles because of you and your inability to dress nice, spreading your nasty farmer smell and being all happy smiles around children, elders, and women like some sort of Casanova and it’s infuriating!

“Hay?” Emily’s voice calling out from the kitchen stops her from her silent stewing. Haley was about to get up from her seat when Emily's voice continued, "did you clean the cushions like I told you yesterday?"

Her expression immediately turned sour, “I just cleaned them last week!”

The clanging from the kitchen stops, and the thudding of footsteps came closer. In an instant, Emily was standing in front of her with her spatula in hand.

“Yes, that’s last week. What about this week then?”

Haley rose to her feet, indignant. No freaking way she’s cleaning them again. “I always clean under the cushions and you damn well know it!" She jutted a perfectly manicured finger in Emily's direction. "It's YOUR turn this week!"

Emily scoffed at that. “You’re being childish, Haley. I do the vast majority of work in this house, and you know it.”

Haley rolled her eyes, feeling frustrated that Emily always played the responsible one. Just because she had a job outside the house, she acted like she was the only one doing anything. Haley does, too! She cooks, washes the dishes, does her own laundry, and cleans the house! But of course, Emily isn’t around enough to see all that because she has work and she’s busy thinking Haley’s lazy ass is just lounging in the house doing nothing all day!

“But that’s not the point!” Haley crossed her arms, a flash of irritation on her face. She wasn't going to let Emily get away with this. “We agreed to have schedules specifically for this and you’re not following it!”

Emily's eyes flickered with frustration. “Would it kill you to do them now? I had a rough shift yesterday.”

"You can't just pass off your responsibilities onto me every time you had a tough day at work. We made a schedule for a reason."

"I know, I know. But I just need a break today." Emily sighed heavily, her shoulders slumping.

The truth sets out then. She had a rough night and she passes the job onto Haley and made her feel guilty for it. Never mind that they agreed to have alternate schedules to do this specific job to avoid arguments yet here they are.

“Absolutely no—”

“Hello?”

Of fucking course, the farmer chooses that time to knock on their door.

Emily must have noticed the alarmed look written clearly on her face, making her smirk.

Oh, boy.

“Come in, Y/n/n! Haley’s up already.”

“Good mor—” You did a double take seeing a clearly upset Haley and an equally pissed Emily. “Am I interrupting something?”

“Yes,” Haley admitted bluntly, crossing her arms. A flash of recognition passed her eyes when she thought of an idea. A good one that’s for sure. “Since you’re a hard worker and all, I bet you’ll understand my point of view here.”

“Haley,” Emily warned. Haley ignores her, deciding to shift her attention to the newcomer.

You tilt your head in confusion. “What’s going on?”

Emily sighs in exasperation, before offering you a kind smile. “I’m really sorry to involve you in this, Y/n/n. Haley,” she shot her a dirty look, “is complaining because I asked her to clean the cushions—”

“— which you should be doing because it’s your schedule, not mine yet you’re shifting the blame to me.” Haley finishes for her. She turns to you, further proving her point. “It’s important to mention that I already cleaned them last week.”

“Haley…”

“Shut it, Em. I want to hear what she has to say. What’s the verdict?”

Haley may seem cool outside but she’s actually hoping for you to side her on this one. She knew she was on the right side. If you were to side with Emily, then that’s like a double edge of crap in some way and Haley refuses to bleed in front of you two.

You were silent for a good second, chewing your lips, deep in thought. Your eyes flicked back and forth between the sisters.

“Haley,” you prompted, voice slow and measured. Haley already knew at this point whom you sided with. “Why not have this be your one weekly job?”

Not that it’s important but it stings.

Haley turns to retreat to her room, but you must have noticed the look of utter disappointment on her face. You grabbed Haley's hand in panic, halting her in her tracks. The blonde couldn't help but freeze at the sudden touch. "W-wait. I’m not siding on anyone," You quickly clarified, hoping to diffuse the tension.

Haley raised a skeptical eyebrow, not entirely convinced. "Sure," she replied flatly.

“I just thought it would be the best course of action, so you don’t have to argue over it again. If you took this job, Emily won’t bother you again with cleaning the bathroom every two days. Isn’t that right, Em?”

“Yeah!” Emily agrees immediately. “Wait, what?”

Haley turns and finds you smiling down at her, clearly amused at Emily’s reaction. “doesn’t that sound more appealing?”

It does. She hates cleaning the bathroom with great passion, more so than cleaning under the cushions. If this also means it could possibly reduce Emily’s daily nagging, then your idea doesn’t seem the worst plan ever.

“Alright, you win.” Haley tried so hard to keep a straight face when she saw that stupid smile emerging again. “I guess this can be my job every week. Then there won’t be any reason to argue over it.”

Emily eyes her a bit at her sudden compliance with everything before turning back to you with an almost appreciative look. “Thanks, Y/n/n. That was a great solution.”

“Heh,” you must have noticed Haley’s eyes burning at your conjoined hands. With a timid chuckle, you retreated your hand back as you scratched your nape almost shyly. “It’s no problem, really.”

“Why don’t you stay for breakfast?” Emily suggested. “I’m almost finished cooking anyway.”

“It’s okay, thanks! But I don’t really want to impose.”

“Nonsense! I’m sure my sister won’t mind you joining us. Right, Hay?” Emily raises an equally blue eyebrow at her sister, who seemed to be in a daze.

“Your hands are rough and warm.”

“Huh?”

Your confusion snapped her out of her trance. She meets your eyes for a brief moment before glancing away. “I mean— what I meant to say was,” she sputtered pathetically. “Yeah, you can join us for breakfast.” She forces out a smile, hoping Yoba will answer her prayer one more time.

“Good!” Emily beamed. “Then I’ll get on with it. Haley, please keep our guest occupied.”

“You sure?” You asked one more time, probably noticing the grimace obviously etched on her face.

“Of course.”

“Hmm. Okay, then how about we clean these cushions now? So, you won’t have to clean them later?”

“Eh? It’s fine. I can do that later.”

“I insist. Two pairs of hands are better than one, y’know?”

“Ugh. Of course, you’ll say some dorky crap like that. Yoba, fine you can help.”

You can only laugh at her antics before moving to lift the couch.

Spring 14

She used to like her birthdays.

At least that’s what she likes to think.

What she allows herself to think.

And what she likes others to think.

It’s easier to blend into the stereotypes rather than oppose them and still get judged after.

Haley’s been called names already, all too many to even mention.

Spoiled.

Arrogant.

Self-centered and conceited.

If they are harsh enough, sometimes they’ll call her a dumb bitch.

As harsh as they are, Haley learned over the years to desensitize herself to them. Why allow yourself to be hurt by the same thing over and over again?

Her parents raised her and Emily in this big house back in Zuzu City. It was big, enormous even but empty. Can you call it home when no one cares enough to stick around? When all there ever was were big parties, and holidays spent with strangers she barely talked to, raised like the perfect little girl that she is, given with just as empty praises and gifts just as thoughtless.

Haley is practically the epitome of class and luxury. The living embodiment of perfection. Perfect face, perfect body, and oh-so-perfect stats. She’s smart (street smart or preferably photography smart if there’s one or whatever), rich and famous. Most importantly, she’s popular and has a reputation to protect.

Everything that Emily probably isn’t. Yet she’s the one happier.

She’s the one who moved on while Haley remains still where their parents left them.

How could they be gone though if, in the first place, they were never present? Where were they when Haley won her first photography contest? Did they know the photo was Emily sewing her first design? Haley doesn’t think so.

They are not abusive though. In terms of needs, they never wasted seconds to tend them in the most grandiose and luxurious ways as possible— the newest phone, latest camera, expensive make-up, and all available seasonal designer clothes. Good but not great either. Haley can say they are just plainly emotionally unavailable. They weren’t ready at all to be parents. They were too young when they had Emily.

Early twenties were not even that young, but it was a stage of exploring the world and what it could still possibly offer them. They can’t have all that with children in tow. So, when the opportunity arises, they took it without hesitations. After all, both their children are fully capable on their own.

But Haley needed someone. She needed a father. She needed her mother. Hell, she needed her sister. She needed someone warm, a nicer, wiser person. Someone to cry to, to talk to, to laugh to.

She calls out but the house is empty.

So, tell me. How can I be childish when I’m forced to grow up because everyone already is?

Haley hated them with passion. The crumpled piece of letter in her hand was obvious enough to what extent she does.

Another birthday card.

No hugs and kisses.

No cake.

No parents.

Some birthday this is.

She lets out a dry chuckle. It seems Emily had forgotten about her day. She had taken off at dawn's first light without even a second thought. While Alex? She doesn’t expect him to remember. At least not until later than noon. The idiot, really.

“Thought I’d find you here.” Haley didn’t have to look up to see who it was, but she did anyway. There you are with your blinding smile again. Beads of sweat can be seen forming on the side of your forehead just below a small cut that seemed to be healing well already. Your clothes are lightly butchered, a sign you were up and about on your farm yet the sight of you lifted her spirit a little. 

“Done with your chores?” she asked as you sat down next to her. Weirdly enough, the smell of dirt doesn't seem sore on the nose anymore, and Haley starts to wonder why.

It was a pleasantly warm Sunday. Usually, the kids will be playing here and Haley's glad she get to enjoy a quiet time in the park even for a little time.

You hummed. “Woke up extra early to finish them all.”

“Why? You have plans?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Naw, had to run some errands so I can give you this,” You turned to your rucksack that Haley failed to notice once again. It was bulging. Haley could only catch sight of the color brown before you successfully hid it behind your back. “Give me your hands.”

Haley narrowed her eyes. “You’re not going to prank me, are you?”

“What? No, of course not!”

“Is it a bug? You know I hate them.”

“Just do it, Hay.”

Surprised at the sudden usage of the nickname, Haley finally complied. She desperately hopes the sunlight would hide the tinge of redness starting to form on her cheeks.

Carefully, you placed a coconut on her open palms. It was plump and perfectly shaped as if it had been carefully chosen just for her. It was even wrapped poorly with a red ribbon that is a bit wrinkly and crinkled on the edges which must be because of how it was forcefully shoved in her bag. But Haley didn't find it in herself to mind. Not when you're looking at her like that as you hold your gift.

“Happy birthday, Haley,” you greeted warmly.

Haley blinked, her eyes started to water, her insides warming up in all ways possible. But she didn’t dare cry.

"I... I love coconuts." Haley looked up. Her own lips betrayed her as they curled up in the widest grin she ever had. “How did you know?”

“Well...” You scratched the back of your head, your cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “Remember when you treated my cut the other day? You made me choose between a sunflower band-aid or a coconut one. So, I kinda assumed they were your favorites.”

“B-but how? You can’t possibly summon a coconut tree at will, or even had the time to go to Calico desert.”

You laughed at that. “It was pure luck, Hay. I just talked to the traveling merchant the other day and she said she had a couple of ones in stock. But she warned me I had to buy one early today or else she’ll run out just before noon.”

“Thank you.” She couldn’t stop smiling, not if she can’t help it. “It’s really sweet of you to do all this.”

“No problem. I like it when you smile. Happiness looks good in you.”

Happiness looks good on you, too.

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A/n: I hoped I did Haley's heart event justice because she deserved soooo much better. I refuse to believe her mean girl façade is because she's plain mean. My girl is better than that.

Anyway, sorry for the super late update. You know, the usual, due to school stuff and it just so happens senior year is the busiest year of all. Had to make sure I'm complying with all the needed requirements so I can graduate this year.

Thank you, guys, for your patience. Love y'all but I love my wife more <3

[antisocialties]

Late Night Calls.

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Summary: in which you call matt late at night when things aren’t going so well.

Warnings: mentions of mental health issues, angst, and etc.

To say today had sucked would’ve been an understatement to say the least.

Today was just one of those days where the second you woke up you felt like shit and wished you simply wouldn’t have waken up in the first place.

You looked up at the plain white ceiling with a blank and stoic look on your face. It was almost pitch black in your room, the tv wasn’t even turned on.

You couldn’t help but hate being alone right now with every aching bone in your body, thoughts racing through your head at a mile a minute. At this point you were quite convinced your head would never quiet down enough to sleep before the sun came up.

You rolled over from your back, reaching for the sheets beside you which your phone laid upon.

3:46 am. You let out an exhausted groan after seeing the time on your lockscreen. There was only one thing you could think to do right now that would actually get you to calm down and sleep.

You instantly clicked on your messages, clicking on Matt’s contact info and clicking the call button before sitting up with the sheets still covering your cold legs.

It rang a quite few times before being answered, you felt bad; assuming you’d waken him up from his slumber since you’d previously facetimed him a few hours ago before he’d said he was going to lay down after filming a car video with his brothers.

“Everything okay, babe?” He asked with a groggy and concerned voice.

“Not really, I still just can’t shake the low feeling i’ve had all day. I don’t even know why i’ve been feeling this shitty all day, I just know it won’t go away and I can’t sleep.” You confessed while holding back tears.

“You wanna talk about it some more?”

“Yes please. I’m really sorry for waking you up, I love you baby.” You quickly let out before interrupting your words with a sob.

You felt an immense amount of guilt for putting something this heavy on him, especially just after you’d woken him up so late.

“Y/n stop, you’re okay honey. I love you, the last thing I want is for you to be apologizing for coming to me when you need me most. We’ve already been over this countless times, you never need to apologize to me for things like this.” He spoke in a soothing but troubled tone.

Anytime you apologized for confiding in him with your issues, he couldn’t help but feel his heart break more and more each time. He never wanted you to feel like a burden to him, he’d never forgive himself if he couldn’t be there for you in your times of need.

“I love you.” you hiccuped, struggling to even get the words out as the pace of your sobs only got quicker and more violent.

You tried to force more words out to describe the heavy and dreadful feeling in your chest, but you couldn’t even form the proper words and were only met with heavy aching sobs.

“Alright i’m coming over, you don’t need to leave the door unlocked i’ll just bring my key.” He stated, no longer being able to hear your cries and not be able to do anything about them.

“Do you want me to bring anything?” He asked sincerely.

“I’m not gonna ask you for anything, I already feel awful enough waking you up and making you feel like you need to come over.” You sniffled.

“So yes. I’m getting food and ice cream. You can either eat it or save it for later, i’m getting it regardless.”

You sniffled and smiled to yourself, knowing how lucky you were to have a boyfriend like him.

“Alright babe, i’m leaving now so i’m gonna hang up.” he told you as you heard his keys jingling, before the sound of the call ending.

Your apartment was pretty close to their house so it only took him about 20 minutes to get to you, normally it would be less time but he stopped by McDonalds grabbing food and mcflurries for you both.

Your sobs had slowed and calmed down to where they had pretty much came to a complete halt, tears still occasionally dripping down your face.

You got up slowly and turned your led lights and tv on, also deciding to light a candle since you were trying to set a calm vibe for yourself and for him to walk into.

A few minutes later you heard the sound of a key entering the lock of the front door and the knob turning as he opened the door and walked inside quietly closing it behind him.

His calm footsteps approached your room from the living room of your apartment, his face peeking into your already open bedroom door with a soft comforting smile as he met your puffy eyes.

“Hi baby.” He greeted you while kicking his shoes off beside your door and walking toward your spot on your bed with a drink carrier and a large bag of food.

“Hi.” you croaked scooting over so he could sit down next to you.

He placed the drink carrier with the drinks and mcflurries on your bedside table closest to him, setting the bag on the floor beside the bed and scooting over to you to give you a peck on the cheek.

You didn’t even exchange anymore words before he wrapped his arms around you and coaxed you to lay your head in the crook of his neck as you two pressed your backs against the wall behind your bed.

You deeply inhaled, stifling back a sob as you took in his scent and the warmth of his body against your own.

“Thank you for coming all the way over here, I love you and I appreciate you so much. You’re the love of my life.” you babbled, hot tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Always, I love you more than you’ll ever know and i’m so glad I could be here with you tonight.” He told you in a soft voice before pressing a long kiss to the top of your head.

He grabbed your remote and clicked on the Disney icon on your tv, putting on Gravity Falls for you guys to binge all over again for the millionth time. This was a show you guys both really enjoyed, and found yourself watching late at night relatively often.

He grabbed the mcflurries out of the carrier on the small table beside him and offered you yours, assuming it would soothe your most likely burning throat from your aggressive crying.

You took it, softly thanking him before you put a small bite of the ice cream into your mouth.

You guys finished your ice cream and ate all of your food in silence, him getting up to throw all of your garbage away in your kitchen and quickly returning.

He climbed back into the bed with you, laying down so you could get close to him again.

You laid your head on his chest, feeling his soft cotton t shirt on the side of your face while his chest rose up and down at a calm and slow pace.

You breathed in his scent while hearing the steady beat of his heart as he watched the tv on your wall in front of the bed. You looked up at his face, noticing the slight look of concentration on his features.

Eventually he noticed you looking up at him and returned your gaze, his eyes meeting yours for a few seconds before he leaned down to press a kiss against your lips.

There was nothing better than being in his arms and exchanging affection with him when you were feeling so miserable. There was nothing better regardless of your mood in all honesty.

Your heart swelled remembering all of the times you guys had been in this position before, cherishing every single memory like this one your brain had filed away.

“You feeling tired yet?” he questioned.

“Yeah, I feel a lot better now too.” you nodded.

You snuggled into his chest while adjusting yourself again to get as comfortable as possible to sleep.

He noticed as you began to dose off, the show still playing at a decent volume in the background. He only knew you’d started to fall asleep because your breathing got deeper.

“I love you.” he voiced quietly as he rubbed your back, being cautious as not to wake you if you’d completely passed out.

“I love you too.” you mumbled into the fabric of his shirt.

He only smiled as he closed his eyes and continued to softly rub the small of your back.

He cherished you just as much as you did him, maybe even more.

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[elizabethwritesmen]

𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜

chapter 1 - i remember everything

pairing: firefighter!steve x reader

summary: in high school, steve and y/n were the best of friends. now, she’s moved back to hawkins, and he hasn’t seen her since her graduation 7 years before.

warnings: smut to come in later chapters.

a/n: this is a christmas fic, split into parts. this part does not mention christmas because it is not christmas time yet. also, steve is 28 and reader is 25. this fic is basically a hallmark script but make it sexy and angsty. italics paragraphs are flashbacks. all parts will be out by december 25.

chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4

I remembered everything.

The bumps in the driveway that tousled my car like a carnival ride. The sparkling lake glistening with the sun’s reflection, reminiscent of all the times I snuck out there with my friends for a swim in high school. The beautiful cabin, two story but still small and cozy, haunted by all the scary stories that were told in it by high school students goofing off because they didn’t know what real life was.

The crack in the window where Robin tripped and fell into it that never got fixed because we never told my parents.

The guitar picks Eddie left all over the place, never remembering to take them home with him.

The small stain on the carpet from where the kids spilled a beer they’d stolen.

The huge tree by the water with Steve’s name carved into it, right next to mine, and a poorly shaped heart scribbled beside them.

Yes, I remembered everything.

I sighed as I unpacked my boxes, putting things away where I thought they should go. I never thought I’d be back in Hawkins, and I hadn’t yet decided how I felt about it, but the cards were dealt to me so I had to play them. It wasn’t so bad, though. I moved away less than a week after I graduated high school thinking that if I went to college in another state and started a new life, I could get away scott free from the things that were weighing on me. But it doesn’t work that way. You never get away from matters of the heart. They stay, and stay, and stay.

I stopped abruptly when I heard a knock at the door, going to check it and seeing Robin standing on the porch. I opened it quickly, “Rob!” I exclaimed as I pulled her into a hug. She squeezed me back with just as much force.

“You’re really back,” she sighed, “Your mom told me you’d be here and I was worried it wasn’t true!”

“Well here I am,” I giggled, pulling away reluctantly and letting her in. She walked with me to the dining room table where I had my things laid out and started helping me put them away.

“So how was Florida?” She asked.

“Hot,” I blandly offered, and she laughed.

“Seriously. You disappear the day you graduate and I hear from you maybe four times before we lose touch. I wanna know everything!”

I sighed, pausing for a moment, “I’m sorry about that, Robin. I didn’t mean to disappear on you, you know you’re one of the best friends I’ll ever have and I love you.”

“Oh, you don’t have to apologize to me, honey. I was never mad at you, but only because I understood why you left. Steve and Eddie, though… they went through it for the first year you were gone. Don’t even get me started on the kids.”

“Eddie understood, I know he did. He knew I was leaving, he was the only person I told because he caught me talking about my plane ticket on the phone. And the kids would never have understood, they were too young. Just needing to get out for a while would’ve sounded like a lame excuse to them.”

“But you didn’t just need to get out for a while, you needed to get away from Steve for a while”

“That’s not the only reason.”

“But it was a reason. Right?”

Hesitantly and carefully, I answered her, “Yes. It was. I couldn’t keep letting him break my heart. I needed space.”

“You couldn’t have found space in Hawkins? You had to leave?”

“There was no space in Hawkins. Wherever I went, he found me. He never left me alone. Even when I asked him to.”

“Because he loved you.”

“But it wasn’t enough,” I sighed exasperatedly, “Can we talk about something else?”

“Of course,” she smiled, “We’ll discuss Steve more later.”

“No we won’t,” I rolled my eyes, tossing a trinket from one of the boxes at her. She dodged it with a laugh, carrying on the conversation.

“Really though, how was Florida?”

“It was good. I dunno, I don’t think I fit in there.”

“Why’s that?”

“I’m not all beachy and outgoing like most people there were. But they were all super nice anyway. I made some friends at the college I went to, but I didn’t stay close to any of them after I graduated and started working.”

“Is that why you moved back? Cause you had no friends?”

“Robin!” I scolded, mouth dropping open. She laughed again, lighting up the room. “I did have friends, I’m just not a very social person!”

“Then why did you move back?”

I shrugged, “Florida isn’t the place for me, but I don’t know where is, so my mom suggested I move back here in the mean time.”

“And she’s just, like, letting you live in the cabin?”

“Yeah. I mean, they didn’t pay for it, and I’ve spent more time here than they have anyway. When my grandpa left it to them, they thought it was more of an extra bill than a vacation house. That’s why they’re gonna put it in my name if I decide to stay.”

“What?” she squealed, her eyes going wide as saucers, “So you could be little miss homeowner! That’s amazing! As bad as the economy is, I’d take that deal in a heartbeat!”

“I know, I know. I’m thinking about it. It is nice to be around family again. And you.”

“Just wait til you see the others. They’re gonna be SO excited you’re back! As a matter of fact why don’t we have them over here for a little reunion?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. Do you even still hang out with them?”

“Eddie and Steve, yeah. We’re all still pretty close. The kids are all kinda doing their own thing now, but we still see each other a lot too, around town and such. And we still have a group chat, we just don’t send much but dumb memes in it.”

“Damn, Rob. Thanks for including me in this group chat!” I huffed, smacking her arm jokingly.

“You left, you gave up your groupchat rights!”

We laughed together and talked some more as we finished unpacking my boxes. I didn’t have much, no furniture or anything because the cabin was already completely furnished. My grandpa had impeccable taste, everything was extremely elegant while also being perfectly warm and rustic.

“Okay,” she sighed after we threw away the last piece of cardboard, “It’s dark now so I should probably get home, but let’s hang out again tomorrow! Come up to town! I opened up a music shop, you can come see!”

“That’s amazing! I’d love to come see!”

And with that, she was off. I breathed in a deep sigh, a smile on my face as I fell onto the couch and turned the TV on. It was nice to have Robin again. I was impressed with how quickly and swiftly we fell into old habits, gossiping and chatting like no time had passed and we were still just two kids. The person I was nervous to see again was Steve.

-

The next day, I woke up and showered, preparing myself to go to town. I needed to pick up groceries, and I also wanted to stop by Robin’s music shop, excited to see her hard work paid off.

I slipped on a pair of running shorts and a crop top, throwing a loose cardigan on over it and slipping into a pair of tennis shoes. My hair was curled and I had on light makeup. I felt pretty, but not overdone. I wanted to at least look decent enough that, if I ran into someone I knew, I wouldn’t be mortified.

The grocery store was desolate as I pulled into the parking lot, only a few cars in the spaces and a firetruck parked by the door. I supposed public servants do need to shop, too. I wondered if it was someone I knew, I remember my dad was friends with some of the town’s firemen when I was younger, but I shrugged it off, wanting to get in and out hassle free.

As soon as I walked in the door, though, I was greeted with a high pitched voice, “Y/N?”

I turned to see who it belonged to and was delighted to see Max, behind one of the registers wearing a store polo.

“Hey!” I grinned wide, rushing over to her and going in for a hug. She’d been like a little sister when I’d lived in Hawkins before, and I had to admit, I missed her while I was gone.

“What’re you doing here?” she asked, leaning back to stare at me, “I haven’t seen you in like… five years!”

“I know, I know. I moved back!”

“What? Like forever?” she asked, hope creeping into her voice.

“Maybe. I haven’t decided yet. But definitely for a while. What about you? How long have you been working here?”

“Two years now. Dustin works here, too, but he’s off today.”

“That’s a shame. I’ll have to come back when he’s here and see him!”

“Oh, you should see everyone! We’ve all missed you so much! Even the ones of us that won’t admit it,” she giggled with an eye roll, “Mike has always been stubborn and dumb.”

“Well that’s okay,” I hummed, “I’m here now, so it’s all okay.”

“Yeah, but next time you leave, can you warn a girl first? I missed you a lot!”

“I know, I’m sorry. Scouts honor, next time I’ll shove you in my suitcase and bring you with me.”

“Perfect,” she beamed, her teeth as pearly white as always. She looked older, and she’d grown up beautifully. I didn’t know if she was still with Lucas, but if so, he was lucky.

I let go of her, getting started on my shopping. I didn’t get much, just the basics, and a few minutes later I was done and ready to check out. I wasn’t paying attention and accidentally bumped into the guy in front of me in line.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry!” I rushed out as I pulled my cart away gently. He turned around and my mouth fell open as I recognized his pretty face.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice steady but his face gave him away. He was in utter shock.

“Steve,” I offered back, staring at him, waiting for what he had to say.

Max interrupted the short awkward silence, “Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you Y/N’s back.”

He sent her a glare then turned back to me, scanning over me, settling on all the parts of me that had changed. I’d filled out more, and I could tell he noticed. I could tell he appreciated it.

I scanned over him as well, taking note of his khakis and the Hawkins Fire Dept T shirt he wore. So the truck was his. Interesting. He looked good, better than ever. He was more chiseled than I remembered, and it worked for him, from his head to his toes. And his hair was as iconic as always.

“Why’re you back?” he asked me, his voice devoid of much emotion.

“Just wanted to come back for a while.”

“A while? So not forever?”

“I dunno, Steve. I haven’t thought that far ahead,” I breathed out a laugh.

“You never did.”

My eyes dropped, shame creeping in. “I’m sorry for how I left, Steve. I just had to go.”

“Yeah,” he deadpanned, “It’s fine. Is what it is. It’s your business anyway.”

“Steve, please don’t do that,” I sighed.

“Do what?”

“That thing you always do where you pretend you’re not hurt.”

“I’m not. I might’ve been seven years ago, but I’ve had a lot of time for that wound to close, Y/N.”

“So you’re not happy to see me at all?”

“Not as happy as I would’ve been to see you on my doorstep that day.”

I knew exactly what day he was talking about. It was the Saturday, two weeks after I graduated. He’d asked me a month in advance to come over, and I agreed, not even thinking about the fact that I was leaving. He’d consistently asked me for reassurance that I would be there, and every time I promised I would. But I wasn’t.

“I’m just so sorry Stevie. I can’t even tell you how sorry I am. Of all the people I hurt, I regret hurting you the most.”

“It’s fine. Like I said, seven years,” he shrugged, grabbing his receipt from Max and walking out. I watched him go, dejected, melancholy overtaking me.

“You ok? That was rough to watch,” Max gave me a sympathetic look and I forced a smile.

“I’m good, Maxy. Like he said. Seven years.”

She stared at me for a moment, as if she was deciding what to say, an internal battle behind her eyes. “He had a party planned for you that day.”

“What?”

“Yeah. With me and the other guys and Robin and everybody. He was so excited, he never shut up about it. Then he found out you left and cancelled. He hasn’t really been the same since.”

“How’d he find out I left?”

“Your dad told him. He went over to see you and you weren’t there.”

I sighed, my eyes welling up. I couldn’t believe I’d screwed up that badly. All I wanted was a getaway, I never knew I’d be hurting so many people. I never knew he cared so much.

“Max, I-“

“Was in love with him. I know. Everybody knows. That’s why we didn’t understand why you left.”

“He wanted girl after girl after girl. And it was never me. I was never his type. I needed to get away to get over him or I was gonna live a life full of heartbreak and disappointment. But now I see how selfish that was.”

“It wasn’t selfish. Just not well thought out. Have you at least gotten over him?”

“I thought so, til I saw him look at me like that.”

I finished checking out and promised Max I’d be back in to see her, then headed to the music store. The exterior was nice. It was a painted brick building, colorful and bright. There was a huge mural on the side of it, and I knew it was all Robin’s doing because I remembered that particular building being boring and run down before I left.

I walked inside, looking around to see the inside was just as amazing. I was honestly impressed with how well she’d done everything, from organizing to decorating.

“Rob, this is awesome!” I exclaimed as I walked up to the counter. She’d been looking down, doing some kind of paperwork, but when she looked up and saw me she put it down and ran around the counter.

“You really came!”

“Of course I came, have I ever let you down?” I asked, laughing, then added, “Well, other than that one time.”

“You’re right. You did always used to come through. I don’t think you ever missed anything.”

“And I definitely wouldn’t miss this! If I’d known you opened it, I would’ve been here that day to watch you cut the ribbon or whatever!”

“Oh, it’s okay, it wasn’t that big of a ceremony. You know nothing is big in Hawkins unless you’re rich. But I get good business and I’ve kept the doors open. Plus, all the high school girls like to take pictures in front of the mural outside for their instagrams, and that’s actually drummed up a lot of business.”

“I’d imagine so. Show me around?”

She took me to the instruments section, explaining why she’d organized it the way she had and how it made the most sense. Then we wandered to the sheet music, and then to the records. Finally, we hit the cds and a little caddy full of Apple, Spotify, Iheartradio and Youtube gift cards. She also had a small section with assorted local snacks.

“This is great, really,” I smiled, “I’m so proud of you.”

“Well, I actually got the idea from you,” she nonchalantly shrugged.

“When?” I furrowed my brows and asked.

“One time, I was talking to you about how I’m just a band geek and you told me band geeks make it far in life. You suggested I either get famous or open up a huge store full of band stuff and make tons of money. You really thought I had it in me to do both.”

“You did have it in you. You could be in a real band right now if you wanted.”

She full on belly laughed, waving the thought off. “Whatever. Change of subject, I heard you saw Steve.”

“Heard from who?”

“From Steve. He called me mad because I didn’t tell him you were home.”

“Why was he so mad?”

“Well, he’ll say it’s because he just wasn’t expecting to see you and would be happy if you’d have just stayed gone. But I know it’s because he does want you here, more than anything, and all his old feelings are coming back, and he would’ve liked some wanting before seeing your face in the middle of the grocery store after seven years.”

“It wasn’t the middle of the grocery store,” I rolled my eyes, “It was the front. And he was not happy to see me, sorry to be the one to burst your bubble. Old feelings can’t come up if there weren’t any in the first place, Im just a girl he used to be friends with.”

“It was always more with you and Steve,” she shrugged, “Everyone else saw it.”

“If I’d known he planned a party for me, I would’ve been there that day.”

“I know. And he knew, too. That’s why he told us to never tell you. He didn’t want you to feel guilty, and he didn’t want you to have to come back just for him.”

I sighed, feeling even worse than I did when Steve was staring at me with that look in his eyes. I knew him, I knew his faces, and I knew what he looked like when he was hurt. I really did a number on him.

“I don’t know if I can make this one better, Rob.”

“You can. He’ll get over his anger, I promise. The way he felt about you doesn’t just go away, he has a big ol’ soft spot for you. There’s nothing he could ever hold against you, not even this.”

I nodded with yet another sigh, “Anyways, what about you? Any ladies on the roster?”

She looked shocked I’d asked, “Bold aren’t you?”

“Always have been!”

She proceeded to tell me about all the girls she’d been interested in, and all the ones she’d dated since I left. It was nice to see her so comfortable with herself, and it was even nicer to hear that she’d gotten some really cool girlfriends.

“So who are you dating now?” I asked, leaning on the counter, fully intrigued.

“Well, there’s this lady, Shelly. She sold me this building. She’s older than me, but goodness, what I wouldn’t do to -“

“You don’t have to continue that,” I giggled, “I catch your drift. Is she into you?”

“Well… she’s recently divorced from a man, but sometimes she flirts like she’s curious or something.”

“Maybe she is. Maybe she wants to taste your cherry chapstick,” I stuck my tongue at her jokingly.

We were interrupted by the bell above the door, and I turned to see Steve walking in, Eddie on his tail wearing the exact same uniform.

“Oh,” he stared blankly when he saw me, “I’ll come back later.”

“No,” I stopped him, “If me being here is that big of a deal then I’ll go.”

Robin scoffed, “Neither of you idiots are going anywhere. We’re all friends here.”

“It’s ok Rob,” I sighed, “Really, I’m fine with leaving.”

“Steve, she doesn’t have to leave, man. We’re not gonna be here long, and she’s not hurting anybody,” Eddie put in his two cents, and I smiled.

“Hey Eddie,” I walked over to him and he opened his arms wide for a hug.

“Hey Y/N. I’ve missed you.”

“Missed you more,” I poked him as I pulled away, taking in his short hair and muscles more formed than I’d ever seen them. “Fire department make you chop your curls off?”

“Unfortunately.”

“It’s a nice look,” I shrugged, “Very handsome and mature.”

Steve cleared his throat and we turned to him. “Relax,” Eddie sighed, “We’re not flirting, bro. That’s what you guys do.”

Steve blushed. He couldn’t stop himself. “Give it a rest, Eddie.”

“Not until you stop your temper tantrum and let the past go.”

“I’m not throwing a temper tantrum,” Steve rolled his eyes, and Robin took it upon herself to lighten the mood.

“Anyways,” she smiled brightly, “How’s work going today, boys?”

“Well, we have a kitten in the firetruck,” Steve sighed, and she laughed.

“A cat?”

“Yeah, Steve rescued it from a bush, it’s little foot was stuck in one of the branches,” Eddie patted Steve on the back.

“It looks like that cat Y/N used to have, the one that she cried for a week straight when it died,” Steve mused, smiling at me for the first time since I’d seen him again as if involuntarily. He caught himself though, and turned away.

“You remember that?” I asked.

“I remember everything,” he shrugged, “Wanna see it?”

“Of course!” I squealed, and he walked me outside, opening the drivers’ side door and pulling it out.

It was cute, white with silver spots all over it. It meowed as he handed it to me, climbing into my arms and clinging on to me for dear life.

“Oh, he’s perfect,” I hummed as I stared at him, holding him close to me and giving his forehead kisses.

“He’s yours,” Steve said, his eyes trained on me and the cat, “If you want him, I mean.”

I looked at him, seeing if there was any sign of joking but there was none. “I’d love to take him!”

“I thought of you when I saw him,” he admitted to me, staring at his feet and swaying nervously.

“I didn’t think you even still thought about me.”

“All the time.”

His voice was almost too low for me to hear, but I caught it and my heart sped up.

“Steve, I’m sorry again. Really. I missed you every day. If I could go back and be there that day…”

“You don’t have to explain yourself,” he sighed, “I was angry when I first saw you. I’m not now. I just needed to get over the initial shock, that’s all.”

“So you don’t hate me?”

“I couldn’t if I wanted to. You were my best friend. I just… I just wanna understand why you left. You never told me. Nobody ever told me.”

“It’s…” I hesitated. How could I explain it to him? “It’s a long story.”

“Of course,” he nodded, “Well whenever you’re ready to, we can talk.”

“Okay.”

We stared at each other for a moment before Eddie broke the silence, “You ready to go Steve? They’re gonna be sending out a search party soon if we don’t get back.”

“Yeah,” he nodded then turned to me, “See you later, Y/N. Take care of the cat.”

“I will. Bye,” I smiled, watching him walk away.

Well, at least the anger had subsided. But I was never going to be able to explain the reason I left.

The night of my graduation

The ceremony had taken ages. I wouldn’t have cared if not for the heels that had been cramping my feet all day and the tight white dress that I wanted to rip off. I groaned as I walked to the parking lot where my family was waiting, along with my friends.

The first person that greeted me was Steve. He was always the first to greet me, no matter the place or occasion. In his hand, he held my favorite slippers, fuzzy and cozy and just what my feet needed.

“Aww, Stevie, you brought me slippers?” I cooed, pouting at his kind gesture.

“When you told me you were wearing those ridiculous heels I knew I needed to bring them so I wouldn’t have to listen to you complain about your feet hurting.”

I ripped my heels off with a vengeance and replaced them with the slippers that had cute smiley faces on them, and my face matched the expression. I pulled Steve into a hug so tight I thought we might suffocate each other, breathing him in.

“This is why you’re my best friend,” I hummed into his chest.

We didn’t let go of each other for a minute or two, soaking in the moment. Our hugs were always like that. It always felt like we were never going to see each other again. Only this time, we really weren’t. He didn’t know that, though.

He pulled away, looking in my eyes, a sparkle in his that was all for me. His eyes trailed down to my open gown and the dress under it, and he raised his brows.

“You look good.”

“Just good?”

“Really good.”

And that moment dragged on with a heated glance shared between us, eyes locked on each other and refusing to move until Robin barreled over to us, kids in tow and Eddie following.

“Quit hogging her, dingus, she’s too pretty to only talk to you,” she rolled her eyes, hugging me tightly and chit chatting about the ceremony. Steve stayed quiet though, and that heated gaze didn’t dissipate. Something felt different. Something was off, in the best way.

My family joined us, offering to bring us all back to the cabin for a barbecue and we eagerly agreed. I rode with Steve, naturally, the kids rode with my parents, and Eddie and Robin took his van.

The ride felt longer than it should’ve, tension in the air.

“Steve, what’s happening?” I asked.

“What do you mean?”

“We’ve never run out of things to talk about,” I shrugged, leaning over to brush a stray strand of hair behind his ear.

“We haven’t run out of things to talk about. It’s just, sometimes when I’m with you, nothing needs to be said.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“I think so,” he glanced at me, his eyes sharp and cutting into my heart, right where I wanted him most. Right where he already was.

Minutes later, we pulled in the rough driveway, my hair flying all over my face. He chuckled, smoothing it out over my head before we got out, joining everyone else by the lake.

“They’ve got it decked out,” I commented as we approached, and Steve just smiled bashfully. “Did you have something to do with this?”

“Maybe.”

I giggled lightly, turning away from him to greet everyone else.

“Y/N, Steve, you made it!” my mom beamed, pulling us into a hug, “I see you ditched the gown!”

“Yeah, it was itchy,” I grimaced, remembering the horrible material.

“Well I wanted to take pictures but we can do it later,” she shrugged, leading us to the picnic table. The benches were full, though, so Steve pulled a big folding chair up and sat down, pulling me down beside him, my legs over his lap. That wasn’t unusual for us, we were always touchy and feely, always beside eachother somehow. Nobody even found it odd anymore, though the jokes about us getting together never ceased.

Everyone laughed and had a good time, and as the night wore on, I got a little sleepy. Steve and I had been up and about, but we were back in our chair, my head laid in the crook of his neck and his arms around me.

“Wanna go for a walk?” he asked me, watching everyone else continue their good time. I nodded, standing up. He stood up after me, grabbing my hand and leading me away.

We walked through a trail in the woods we’d found the first time we snuck out to the cabin together.

“Remember the first time we came out here?” he asked me, and I nodded with a laugh.

“I slipped in mud and fell on my ass. I fractured my foot, too, and I couldn’t walk. I was disgusting, but you still carried me back to the car.”

“I don’t mind getting a little dirty,” he shrugged with a wink, and I rolled my eyes. “Not with you, at least.”

Finally, we reached our destination, a clearing by the water. It had the prettiest view of the sky.

“Swim with me,” he stated, as if it was more of a demand than a question.

“Steve!” I huffed, “I can’t swim in this dress!”

“Then take it off. You have on a bra and panties, right?”

“Well… y-yeah, but-“

“Just do it. You only graduate high school once, do something crazy with me! We’re best friends, right?” he coerced, squeezing my hands and pulling me closer to the water.

I sighed, nodding slowly. “Will you unzip me?”

He walked behind me and laid his hands on my shoulders. They were warm and heavy, his grip on me soft but firm. his fingers trailed down my back to the little metal piece and he pulled it down, exposing black lace and my plain black thong. I turned to him, letting the white material fall to the ground, and the way his eyes lingered in all the places a friend shouldn’t look was hard to miss.

“Why would you wear that to graduate?” he asked, “Were you planning on getting lucky tonight!”

“I’m already lucky tonight, Steve,” I sighed, “I’m with you. Now take off your clothes and come on!”

He chuckled, his eyes darker than they’d been a moment ago, and pulled his shirt over his head, then kicking off his pants. I was greedy taking him in, his boxers tight and leaving little to the imagination.

Steve and I had seen each other like that before. We’d walked in on each other changing, and we’d swam in regular swimsuits. All of our insecurities had already been exposed so many times, so none of them even mattered at all. This felt different, though. Being in nothing but dainty lingerie had me shy, exposed.

He approached me slowly, his hands landing on my hips, his eyes meeting mine and staying. He was so close I could feel his body heat radiating off of him, goosebumps prickling my skin.

“Race you,” he smirked suddenly, twirling me out of the way and sliding past me, running to the water and jumping in. I rolled my eyes and laughed, following him and jumping on his back. We fell into a fit of giggles together as he tossed me off, pulling me into his front instead.

The giggles died out, replaced by heavy breath.

“I won,” he whispered.

“What’s your prize?” I responded breathily.

He groaned, leaning his head down into my neck and inhaling.

“You’re driving me crazy. You’re my best friend. I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t…”

“Shouldn’t what?”

“Shouldn’t love you so much.”

“I love you too, Steve,” I giggled, but he stopped me, his thumb running over my bottom lip.

“I don’t think I could’ve made it these last couple years without you,” he admitted. “You’re the best thing that’s happened to me. Don’t tell the kids.”

“Oh, I won’t, they’d be crushed,” I nodded dramatically.

For a second I thought he’d kiss me. I thought he’d kiss me and I wouldn’t have to leave. He leaned in so close, his lips were less than a breath away from mine. But then he pulled to the side and kissed my cheek instead, then trailed his lips down, ghosting over the sensitive skin of my neck.

I let out a raspy breath, “Steve,” I barely moaned. I needed him so bad I could feel it, I could hear it and see it. I’d been in love with him for far too long. His hand tangled in my slightly wet hair, tugging lightly, pulling me in. His other landed on my side, trailing down my thigh and pulling my leg over his hip. I could feel everything, and I didn’t know how to take it all.

All of a sudden, he pulled away, his hand still in mine but the warmth gone. I whined at the loss of contact.

“We’re supposed to be swimming!” he chuckled, haphazardly pulling me under with him. And like that, the moment was replaced with something lighter, friendlier, but still close.

Later that night, Steve drove me back to my parents’ house. As he parked in the driveway, he turned to me.

“I can’t wait to see you again,” he whispered bashfully.

I stared at my lap, not knowing what to say. I wanted to tell him I was leaving, but he would just beg me to stay and wear me down until I agreed, and I would spend the rest of my life hanging on his arm next to whatever girl he wanted more than me. I was never going to be it for him. I was never going to be what he wanted. I wasn’t enough.

“Goodbye, Steve,” I gave him a sad smile and got out of the car, running inside the house.

[curtsycream]

Farmer’s Market Crush

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

warning: self indulgent fluff, can he please be my farmers market crush???, the reader has curly hair and is southern, the hair detail can be skipped over its not that important, his smile so pretty <33

She stood at her booth when she spotted him, in front of her was a variety of jams. From blackberry to peach all fresh and homemade. They were in adorable little glass jars that looked professional almost. “Can I help you with anything?”

Hotch hadn’t noticed her until she spoke his eyes focusing on her. He was a bit startled as he seemed to be gathering his thoughts.

She stood with a smile on her face as she looked at Hotch. “I’m sorry did I startle you? I apologize if I did…you just looked as if your mind was somewhere else!” She said sweetly.

Hotch had to stop himself from smiling at the question she just asked, he was most definitely zoned out at that point. That was until he heard that voice, so adorable and sweet sounding, with just the right amount of twang in it, it took all of his concentration to stay focused.

When she had asked if she startled him, Hotch simply shook his head, “No…no you’re fine… I apologize. It was….”

What should he say? He didn’t wanna tell her he had zoned out when he noticed her behind her booth.

She laughed softly as she shook her head, “don’t worry we all zone out sometimes..” she said in a understanding manner.

She was still smiling at him as if it was permanently etched onto her face. She found him handsome and truth be told she was staring at him for a bit before she finally spoke up.

Hotch cleared his throat not sure what else to say, he then saw her looking at him. Her sweet smile making her look sweeter than she did at first. Yet something about her…something about her was familiar. He knew what she looked like but it was also a certain way she carried herself…and that accent…that southern belle twang that made him almost melt in her presence.

Hotch finally remembered where he had seen her before. But she beat him to the punch when she spoke again.

“You look familiar,” she said tilting her head causing her curls to drape over her shoulder. She leans forward a little over her booth, “you’re with the BAU right? I think I spoke with you before at that little coffee house on Main Street..” she finally said.

That was it, he remembered her from that coffee shop. And in the back of his mind he had thought it was because she was involved in a recent case. He couldn’t explain just how happy that fact made him. And her accent only made his smile grow.

He looked over at her and nodded, “Yes…yes I am.”

Her accent making even the simplest sentences feel like love songs in his ears. “Your name is Y/N right?” His voice was soft and calm like a cool breeze on a summer’s night.

“Yeah Y/N!” She said with enthusiasm as she nodded her head at him. She knew he looked familiar as she had remembered hearing that voice before. Along with that face that seemed to hold just the right amount of endearment and warmth.

He nodded his head before he looked over at her booth, now noticing the sign that read “fresh jams, homemade. By: Y/N” and adorable little jars of jam. “You make these?”

“Yeah it’s a hobby, I make other things too! I make my own breads and even pecan pralines I like to think I make ‘em the best.” She boosted slightly. “I have all kinds of jams today…I hadn’t had the time to make breads in about a week.”

He listened intently as he examined her booth, seeing her homemade jams and baked goods was truly astonishing to him.

“You make bread?” Hotch’s voice was soft still as he thought back to one moment in his past.

“What type of bread?”

“I make French loafs, sweet breads, multigrain, whole wheat bread, honey wheat bread, sourdough, rye! I started making brioche that’s my favorite one!” She tells him with a smile.

His heart raced when he heard this. French loaf, sweet breads, honey wheat bread and homemade brioche…was this some sort of gift from above?

As he watched the gentle breeze blow her curls around her face he spoke up again. “You know, you make the same bread as my mother did when I was growing up.”

“Really? Does she still make bread?” She asked with interest. She found the idea of someone older making bread amazing. In her small neighborhood not many did or showed interest to continue.

He looked over at her. His eyes looked as if they had a glimmer of sadness to them. “Unfortunately she…has passed away.”

“I’m sorry for your loss,” she said with a compassionate smile on her face. She had genuine sympathy in her E/C eyes as she spoke.

Hotch looked away for a moment, he didn’t want this woman to feel bad for him, he had come here to see the market. “What do you recommend?” He asked softly, looking over at her.

She took the hint as she looked back at him, “from any booth?” She asked. She knew each booth pretty well so recommendations came easy to her.

He truly appreciated how kind she was, just like his mother used to be. He then nodded his head once more “yeah, any booth. Since you work here you’d probably know the best recommendation, right?” he smiled again.

She points around, “if you’re into fresh produce Mr. Cook’s booth is perfect he spends his time with the vegetables he grows. He also sells them for dirt cheap because he just enjoys doing it! Oh and Mable the little old lady over there makes the best macarons! She has this hazelnut praline one that’s so good! But if you lack a sweet tooth and like savory…Henry the tall fella over there he has the best homemade chips. He mixes them with different things, I’ve never had honey chips before until I tried his.” She rambled with a smile.

Hotch was amazed at how sweet and adorable she sounded. Her voice was comforting in a way. When she was finished talking Hotch nodded in response, “okay. I think I’ll have to try out a sample of your home made jams. I also think I’ll go try out the honey chips too.”

His voice was calm, and his smile was warm. It was as if he was looking at the girl of his dreams. But maybe he was just being a bit overly dramatic.

She grins, “tell me what’s your favorite jam?” She said as she looked at him. There was subtle kindness in her eyes as she spoke to him.

He looked back at her, “blackberry is my favorite.” He wasn’t so sure why he was so flustered, “what’s your favorite jam, Y/N?”

His name sounded lovely whenever said with the southern accent and his heart raced even more with the look in her eyes. It was a genuine look, not of judgment or pretend, there was only sweetness and playfulness. Something about her made him nervous yet excited.

Y/N looks through her jams before picking up the blackberry one. She thinks for a moment, “mine would be apple jam…on a piece of toast it tastes like apple pie. It’s so good especially if you use honey crisp or cosmic apples..” she says.

She holds out the blackberry jam, “this one is on the house…call it a getting to know you gift.” She tells him.

He watches as she picks up the blackberry jam, his eyes gazing at her for what feels like forever for him “you sure? I can pay for it of course, you work very hard for this I can’t imagine you’d be giving this up for free.”

Hotch was almost too mesmerized by her beauty to speak at this point he was still flustered and nervous. The feeling of her kindness and charm was making him feel as if he was floating and in a dream.

Y/N waved her hand dismissively, “don’t worry about it…usually Mable comes through here and pretty much buys me out for the holiday seasons.” She reassured him.

Hotch was still worried but at least he knew she wouldn’t be losing money if he took that blackberry jam. “If you say so…thank you Y/N.”

Hotch then looked around the market. He hadn’t yet noticed Derek and Penelope standing watching the scene unfold.

“You’re always welcome Aaron..” she said in a soft tone. She noticed the onlookers before letting out a small laugh. “Hey…I think we should get to know each other better..” she started. “If you want to that is..”

Hotch felt the world go still and quiet. Her words felt like honey dripping from her sweet lips. Her accent made his stomach grow with butterflies and warmth and her sweet tone was like the lullaby he had been needing to hear.

“I…I would like that.” He spoke firmly. But his voice had more confidence now as he couldn’t stop gazing at her.

Derek then taps Hotch on the shoulder, “come on Hotch, let’s not hog this lovely ladies time.”

She watched as Hotch was lead away by his friend as she waved goodbye. As Hotch was walking away while being pestered by Penelope and Derek for answers he turned the jar in his hand. His eyes widening for a second as he noticed the number on the back of the jam label.

***-***-****, we should get to know each other more <3

[neonoddeye]

Save room for us | Sanji x GN! Reader

The Sanji brain rot has been so intense lately, I had to do something about it! The fic is named after a song from one of my favorite albums ever by Tinashe, btw (you should listen to it).

CONTENT WARNINGS: kinda angsty but with a whole lot of comfort, takes place right after the events of whole cake

Heart goes numb

Perched at the edge of your seat in the aquarium, you awaited Sanji, five minutes before the agreed upon time. When the crew finally set sail from Whole Cake with the beloved cook and the crew got a chance to catch sleep, you caught Sanji after breakfast, stating bluntly that “we need to talk after dinner tonight.” You felt bad for stating the invitation in such a sinister tone, especially after the nightmare Sanji just emerged from, but your emotions got the best of you. The numbness shielding your heart was thawing away, and you couldn’t stand the pain of hiding your feelings for Sanji any longer.

These nights don’t get easier when I see you with her

A light knock on the door pulled you out of your running thoughts, and the man of the hour stepped in, holding a plate of your favorite snack and a cup of tea.

“I noticed you gave most of your food to Luffy at dinner, so I made you something.” You can hear the apprehension dripping from his words, and your heart aches knowing you worried the poor man.

“Thank you, Sanji,” you reply weakly, avoiding eye contact with him out of guilt as you speak. “I’m sorry I didn’t eat that much, the food tasted great. I just… didn’t have an appetite.”

“That’s okay, don’t worry!” Sanji assures you as he places the food and tea down gently next to you. “Tell me, what are you worried about? Is there something you need to tell me?” He takes a seat next to you, giving you more personal space than usual, and you finally look up at him, your eyes threatening to well up with tears as you see his beautiful blue eyes full of concern for you.

“Sanji I-“ you start, then take a shaky, deep breath. “I didn’t mean to worry you so much when I said we need to talk. I’m not mad at you, I promise. You’ve been through a lot these past few days, and I’m really happy to have you back. I missed you.” Your words are fragile and wavering as you try to avoid telling him your true feelings.

“There’s no need to apologize, y/n, I know you didn’t mean to worry me. I missed you too, and I’m really happy to be back-“

“No, Sanji,” you interrupt him, feeling the dam of emotion slowly break free with every word shared between you too. “I really missed you, it was painful without you around.” Your voice picks up a little bit, and you look him square in the eyes, finally gathering up the courage to spill your every thought. “I was so worried about you, getting married to some girl you don’t even know and seeing your awful family hurt me too. But, the more I spent time away from you, the more I realized it was more than just friendly concern.”

Sanji’s eyebrows furrowed in concern. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…” you sigh, and turn your body to completely face Sanji. “God dammit, Sanji, I like you. I mean I have feelings for you, and it hurt being away from you, and I know it sounds so fucking selfish but it hurt when I saw you with Pudding. Seeing her fawn over you was agonizing. I know you drool over every girl, I don’t care about that, but I was afraid the two of you actually had something special. It made me realize that I want something special with you, Sanji.” You sharply inhale at the end of your confession, not realizing you forgot to breathe between your words.

She will never love you, oh, the way that I do

Sanji’s eyes widen, and the two of you stare at each other in shock of your words as he begins to process. After a solid 30 seconds, he exhales, then gently pulls you into his chest for a hug, his long arms holding you as if you were made of porcelain.

“Honey, you should have said something before,” Sanji whispers, his chin resting on the top of your head. “I’m so, so sorry I was hurting you this whole time.” You can hear him begin to choke up. “If-if I had known-“

“It’s okay, Sanji, I’m not upset with you, I didn’t intend on coming across that way.” You look up from his chest, and your heart stings at the sight of tears welling up in his eyes. “You didn’t have a choice, I knew that. I’m so happy you’re here with us. I’d go through all of that again if it means I get to be here with you every time.”

You’ll come back for us, someday

Sanji brings his hand to your cheek, delicately wiping away a tear you didn’t even notice came out with his thumb. He’s disregarding his own tears, smiling down at you with true warmth and contentment.

“Is it too early to say I love you? Because I really, really do. I’ve wanted to be with you ever since you joined us. I know it’s difficult for me to show that to you right now, so will you be mine? So I can continue to show you how much I love you?”

“I’d want nothing more.”

The last thing you see is your new boyfriend grinning ear to ear before he squeezes you into his chest, breaking any sort of tension that was previously between you two. The happiness is radiating from him like morning sunlight, grazing your skin and making you feel warmth for the first time in days. Tears of happiness and relief flood out of you, and mumble out an apology into his chest for dampening his shirt. He doesn’t have a care in the world. Once you break free of him to catch your breath, you gasp slightly, noticing how close your face is to his. He’s still holding you by the waist, and you can feel his shallow breaths against your face as he keeps you close. You then notice he’s staring at your lips, and in an act of newfound bravery, you place your hands around his neck and close the distance. His lips meet yours with the same gentle care that he holds you, and you both linger for a moment, basking in the sensation and bliss of contact you both craved for so long. He pulls away, only to give you a forehead kiss, lingering a bit longer into the warmth of your skin. When you get a chance to look back up at him, you swear you can see hearts in his eyes.

“Sorry, I couldn’t wait any longer,” you whisper, feeling your cheeks and ears paint themselves red with bashfulness.

“Never apologize for that. Please do that more often, actually.” You swear you can see blood begin to trickle out of his nose, and you giggle. You can absolutely tell that Sanji is truly in love with you.

“Oh! The food! I can’t waste this, would you stay here with me while I eat?” You ask Sanji, much more lighthearted than before.

“My love, could I stay with you for the whole night?”

“Please do.”

The two of you talk about everything and nothing as you eat your late night snack made by him, all the while basking in the relief of finally being with one another. Truly, you’d go through every fight on that god forsaken island again if it meant you’d be in Sanji’s arms.

‘Cause we were built in dreams of gold

(Just save room for us)

[quintessencewrites]

Disparét (Alternate Vanish Ending)

ShuRiri x Wakandan!fem!reader

They’ll come for me. Any second now. The lab door will swing open and Shuri and Riri will be there, on their knees, begging my forgiveness. 

Warnings: fluff between best friends, angst, explicit language, mentions of death

Word Count: 3.7k+

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A/N: Here it finally is guys! Sorry, it took so long. I needed some mental health days and real-world responsibilities started catching up with me. Writing style is a little bit different in this one. Regular, spoken words, whether in English or Xhosa will be italicized. Anything spoken in Haitian Creole will be italicized and in red lettering. Anything italicized and bolded is y/n's thoughts. Translations are in the text. Okay, enjoy <3

“Nisale kakuhle zinkosi zenu (Goodbye, your majesties.)” You bow and exit, leaving the Queens in their despair. 

Your legs were moving on their own. Your brain was yelling at them to stop, your heart begging you to turn back. The tears that poured blurred your vision.

 They’ll come for me. Any second now. The lab door will swing open and Shuri and Riri will be there, on their knees, begging my forgiveness. 

The door gets further and further away, remaining sealed. 

They will come for me. Riri will come running, apologizing for her temper. She’ll say ‘I’m sorry, ma’ with her arms wrapped tight around me. ‘I don’t know how I could have said those things to you’ she’ll weep.

Your steps echo the empty halls. 

They’ll come. Shuri will come. She’ll hold my hand gently and remind me of the first time she told me she loved me. She’ll say it over and over again, fearing I’ll grow sick of hearing it, but I never will.

You finally reach your shared room. Alone. And the sob releases, an ungodly sound coming from your melodic voice. 

They didn’t come. 

Removing your kimoyo beads felt so foreign, so wrong. Your brown wrist was barren for the first time in years. The third finger upon your left hand lacked the beautiful jewel that adorned it day after day. Now that it was time to take off the earrings, you almost couldn’t bring yourself to do so. You hands felt weighed down by shackles as they rose, approaching the tech in your ears sliuggishly. 

They fell in your hands heavily, like a large, ugly weight. Standing was too hard to do. Walking towards the door was even harder. Finally leaving was near impossible.

The rushing waters of the River Tribe and sway in the tall grass felt like home. It was home. It had been far too long since you’d been back, your barren feet guiding you to the place you grew up. Your shoes had been ditched long ago, the need to feel the ground, the dirt, the grass, the mud, having grown too strong to ignore. 

How were you to explain why you’d returned? I am Queen no more. Shuri and Riri do not want me any longer. I’ve lost my wives. 

None of it sounded right. It wasn’t right; you weren’t yet ready to admit it.

“Y/n? Intombi yam (My girl), what are you doing home?”

Your mother barely gave you time to step through the door, bags in tow. “Molo nakuwe, umama (Hello to you too, Mama). Can I not come to visit my mother?” You wouldn’t tell her yet, unable to face the disappointment it would bring forth. 

“You could, if you did so often. What are you doing home? Why do you have luggage with you? Where are my other girls? Did you not bring Shuri and Riri?”

Her questions were overwhelming as they spewed from her lips. She barely took a breath between each one, interrogating you intensely.

“I am home because I want to see my mom. I have luggage because I planned to stay a while. Your other girls-” The words shattered your already broken heart, forming a lump in your throat. Swallow it. Ignore it. You are stronger than this. Be strong for Mama. “Your girls are stuck in the lab with work. I did not bring them.”

She was no fool, your mother. She always could read you like a book and this time was no different. But she didn’t push. Mama just nodded and grabbed your suitcase and your arm, dragging you both indoors. 

“It is good to see you, sthandwa. I’d started to think you’d forgotten about your aging mother.”

Ever the dramatic. “Umama, you’ve barely cracked. You look younger than me.”

The flattery blushes her cheeks and the hug she pulls you into almost prompt your tears again.

Before you can pull away, a knock at the door raps, hard and fast.

Dark locs and just as dark eyes come into view when your mother welcomes the guest in. “Nakia? Usisi, wenzantoni apha? (Sister, what are you doing here)?”

The long-time friend ignores your question as she greets your mama. “Umama, ndikukhumbule! (Mother, I have missed you!)”

Your mother falls into the girl’s charm. “Nakia, my dear! It has been years! I have missed you so much more. You used to be over here every single day, but then you girls grow up and forget about an old woman.”

Nakia grabs her hand and squeezes tight. “I could never forget you, umama.” When she turns towards you, her expression changes altogether. The happiness is gone, replaced with sadness. “Sisi, can we talk?”

It’s a command more than a question; she’s giving you no choice. A pathetic nod is all you can muster as Nakia releases umama’s hand and follows you out the back door. You’re barely two steps away when she grabs your arm and pulls you to face her. “Kwenzeke ntoni (What has happened)?” she whispers, knowing mama was probably close by, listening. 

“Ingaba uthetha ukuthini (What do you mean)?” You retaliate, unable to look into her eyes. The ladybug on the blade of grass beneath you is particularly interesting. 

Nakia’s sigh is impatient, “I mean,” she starts, switching languages. “Your wife calling a meeting amongst me, Okoye, and a few Dora. Your other wife breaking down in the lab crying to her knees, and you, nowhere to be found.”

Riri was crying? Shuri gathered the Dora Milaje? “Did you attend?”

“Attend what?”

“The meeting,” you hiss.

Your oldest friend scoffs. “I am here, aren’t I. No, I did not attend the meeting. I came to check on you, to figure out what was going on.”

Sadness regains your figure. “How did you know I was here?”

“Where else would you be? Trouble in paradise, sisi?”

“Paradise is a paradox, Nakia.”

Silence washes over the two of you, until your dear friend breaks it.“What happened, sisi?” she repeats.

A beat passes and the story pours out of you like word vomit, as do the tears. Nakia strokes your arm, hoping to comfort your cries, but it does very little. 

“You do not deserve to be treated like that, my friend.” she whispers as your voice finally fades.

Chants in the distance cut off your words. “The Dora,” Nakia freezes, gauging your reaction. 

“No, no, no. I do not want them to find me, Nakia. I am not ready.”  

She’s quick to react, the spy training flowing through her veins. “Come on, and duck down,” the girl commands, leading you through the tall grass with her head down. 

It’s the same tall grass the two of you used to play in as children, back when the grass stood taller than your little bodies. You knew this field like the back of your hand. It hid many a games of hide and seek and you knew exactly where Nakia was leading you. 

The broken down shack was your token hiding spot, though Nakia found you everytime. It was still there, beckoning and welcoming your presence. The thin shack seemed much bigger all those years ago, but now, you were unsure if it would conceal you both.

“We won’t fit,” you warned, bracing yourself to be caught by the chanting military growing closer. 

Nakia didn’t speak, shoving you into the small space and squeezing in behind you. Her body pressed against yours as she turned to close the door, just as the Dora approached your home. From your hiding spot, you heard the knocks on the thick wooden door. You heard your mother’s voice ring out a greeting and Aneka answer, “Hello, ma’am. I am looking for y/n. Has she been here? The Queen requests her presence back home.” 

“Come on, ma. Don’t say anything, please,” Your whispered begs were only loud enough for Nakia to hear and she pressed her forehead against yours. “She won’t. She won’t,” she reassured. 

“My daughter? She is not here. Is everything okay?”

The sigh of relief releases from you and your best friend in unison. “Thank Bast.”

“I told you,” she whispers back. 

Aneka spoke again, “If she comes by, please, notify the Dora Milaje. We will be awaiting your call.” And with that, you hear the military’s footsteps retreat as umama shuts the heavy door.

“Nakia, let’s get out of here, please.”

You don’t have to be able to see her to know she smiles into the darkness at your words. “Where to?”

“Take me to Haiti. I wish to see my Toussaint.”

“You know she is going to look for you there. What will you do when she comes?”

“You,” your hand slides between the two of you as you guide your finger to poke into her forehead. “Will hide me. Until I am ready.”

“You’re gonna piss her of, playing this game of hide and seek. You wish for me to defy my Queen?”

“I am asking you to defy your Queen, for your sister, yes. For me?”

Haiti welcomes you with open arms, just as you knew it would. 

And Shuri comes and goes for many nights, just as you knew she would.

“Poukisa ou kache, sé(Why are you hiding, sister)?” Toussaint questioned, picking up on the nickname graced to you by his mother.  Whenever the Royal Talon Fighter whirred over the small country, the small boy asked the same question. “Don’t you want to see my aunt? My mom says you two are married. Why are you hiding from her if she’s your wife?”

You ruffle his curls as you take shelter in the large school. “Li konplike, ti gason (It is complicated, baby boy).”

“I’m not a baby! I am Prince T’Challa, son of King T’Challa!”

Weeks pass and the routine that passes in Haiti becomes comforting. Of course, Nakia has to disrupt that comfort.

“Why are you returning home? There is no need to go there!”

“Just as you said, y/n. It is home, and I must speak with Shuri. The children at the school are growing frightened by the excessive presence of the Talon Fighter.”

“If you go, she’ll know you’ve been hiding me. They’ll know where to find me, Nakia. And you’ll be the target of their anger.”

Nakia smiles a gentle grin at you. “Shuri will not be angry. She’s the calmest out of all of you. It is Riri’s anger you should be worried about, and I can handle the small girl.”

She strides over to you before you can respond. Her long arms wrap around your body and she pulls you in close. “I will be okay. Watch Toussaint for me, have him in bed by 9. I’ll be back by then.”

9pm comes and goes. So does 10pm and 11pm, and the worry grows deep within you with each passing moment. Your feet pace the room, your heart racing. I’m getting ready to fly to Wakanda myself and drag her-

A whimper alerts you, pulling you away from your thoughts. Toussaint? But he sleeps through the night now, he shouldn’t be up- It’s not the young boy, but his mama, limping through the door. 

“Nakia!” You rush up, grabbing the girl by her arm and pulling her towards the chair.

She winces in response to your fast actions. “Shh,” she shushes you. “You’ll wake Toussaint.”

You barely register her words as you examine her bruised body. Blood and tears are dried among her cheeks, deep scratches along her face begging to scab over and heal. Her arms wrapped around her waist makes you question what hides beneath them. “What happened?”

Nakia tries to sigh but it appears to hurt her too much. “Your wife has quite the mouth on her. Temper too.”

“Riri? Riri did this to you?” The smaller of your wives did have some anger issues, but to put her hands on someone, unwarranted? She wouldn’t-

The hurt girl’s eyes began to leak of tears once more and her head shook so softly, you barely noticed it. The realization hit you hard, overtaking your figure and burning your body.

“Shuri?! No, sisi,” you started, trying everything to think of a way to defend your wife. Shuri couldn’t hurt a soul, especially not one so close to her. Her childhood friend, her brother’s lover. The mother of the child she loved more than anything in this world. How could she do this?

Nakia’s silence dug into the pit of your stomach. The evidence was sitting right in front of you, broken and battered. “Come,” you spoke suddenly, rising to your feet. “Come on, we will go back, together this time. She will fix you up.”

Your friend didn’t move. “Come, Nakia,” your voice began to crack, the tears clogging your vocal cords. “Let’s go home, zanmi m (my friend),”

“I can not, y/n,”

“We can, sisi. She will not lay another finger on you, she will fix you. She will apologi-.”

“Shuri exiled me, y/n”

An insincere giggle escapes as the shock washes over you “She-she what?”

Again, Nakia goes mute.

“Sh-she does not get to do that.” The laughter dies down, turning into sobs. “She can not exile you. That is your home, mhlobo wam (my friend), that is our home.”

Silence.

“Yiza, usisi (Come, sister). Ann ale lakay ou (Let’s go home).” The languages blur as you outstretch a hand to your broken friend. She makes no move to get up.

“I-” your voice finally breaks as you fall to your knees, sobs shaking your body viciously. “I am so sorry. This is my fault. You’re hurt and it’s my fault.” your worn out figure crawls over to Nakia. You lay your head to rest in her lap as you clutch the fabric of her skirt. “ I am so sorry. Nditaxolusa (I am sorry). Mwen regret (I am sorry).”

Your best friend finally releases the grip she held around her ribs to drop a hand to your hung head. “Cwaka (Silence), y/n. I do not blame you. I expected Shuri to act as such. She’s lost the love of her life and I am hiding her. You would do the same.”

You struggled to shake your head between Nakia’s grip and the thick fabric of her garment. “I would not.”

She sat back in her seat, unable to hide the grimace her movements caused. “Well, I would. I would fight Bast himself, for taking my King from me.”

Your eyes lifted, ever so slowly. “Would you?”

She met your gaze and nodded, head weighing heavy with grief. “I would. I am left alone, with a child who would have loved to meet his father. Who looks more and more like him everyday amd I am not even lucky enough for T’Challa to visit my dreams when I lay down at night. Bast is playing the same game of hide and seek with my love that I am playing with you and your wives.”

Her words sink to the pit of your stomach, registering with you. “You must hate me,” you speak lowly. “Here I am, complaining about the lack of attention I recieve from my partners, and you don’t even have yours here to complain about.”

Nakia’s words are sincere. “I could never hate you, sisi. I love you. But I do think it’s time you return home to them. Whether you are willing to forgive or not, they need to hear it from you.”

You nod in understanding. “The school’s banquet is soon. I must return then. Come with me.”

“I have been exiled, sisi.” The words seem to cause her more pain than her wounds. 

“I do not care. You will be accompanying me.”

The smallest smile possible creeps up on your dear friend, until it grows into a meaningful one. “You have always been very bossy. Being Queen suits you.”

Your own smile mirrors hers, though it drops slightly. “I will not be Queen much longer.”

“Why black, sisi? This is a fundraising event, it is supposed to be cheerful. You look as though you are attending a funeral.”

You glance at your reflection. The one-shouldered black gown kisses your figure seductively, though the bottom lays loose, swaying with your movements. 

“Let us go and get this over with,” you mutter, ignoring Nakia’s words. The black would be befitting. Something would be dying tonight.

The school back in Wakanda was growing and thriving, filled to the brim with wealthy investors and excited teachers. Anxiety pooled within you and with it grew worry. You turned to Nakia, eyeing the scars adorned upon her cheeks. She spotted your gaze, “Calm yourself, friend. Your wives, they will not hurt you.”

Your hand snaked into hers and squeezed tight. “I am more concerned for you. Shuri will be far more angry at your presence than mine.”

The unbothered girl shrugged. “Your wife has a temper. She always has.” Nakia’s eyes shift, “Speaking of the Queens.”

The two girls walk in, preceded by Aneka, who is followed closely by Okoye and Ayo. The Black Panther and Iron Heart strut in, eyes locked intensely on you. Aneka’s gaze falls to your and Nakia’s hands, interlocked, and Shuri’s follows, though neither girl addresses it. 

“Nakia,” Shuri greets when they approach. Nakia stays silent and Shuri continues. “I owe you an apology, for our disagreement those weeks ago. I am sorry, sisi.” To you, she switches tongues as she asks “Ikumkani wam (My queen), singathetha (can we talk)?” with an outstretched hand.

No, your heart screams, but your movements betray you. Without placing your palm in hers, you allow Her Majesty to guide you outside, where the Royal Talon Fighter awaits, with Riri in tow.

None of you speak until the ship’s doors were encapsulated, providing all the privacy in the world. When they did, it was you to break the silence. A loud slap echoes in everyone’s ears, your hand coming in contact with Riri’s cheek. Breathing hard, you voiced “I’ve been waiting to do that for weeks. Sorry, Riri, I didn’t find a bitch to give your wishes of luck to.”

Shuri stood, slightly amused until her cheek was the next to be assaulted. “And you. You’re lucky I’m not skilled with any weapons for the way you returned my Nakia to me. Her face bloody, her ribs broken. Exile?! What the hell is wrong with you?”

Though her face stung, Riri’s ears perked up. “Your Nakia?”

Shuri stared at you, her brain wondering the same. 

“My Nakia,” you double down. 

Riri’s anger is almost visible; it’s practically radiating off her tiny form. “Oh,” she chuckles. “Oh, alright, so that’s why it was so easy for you to up and go. You already had a backup lined up.”

“Jonga indlela othetha ngayo nam, Riri (Watch how you talk to me, Riri)!” you’re shaking, enraged, as you take a step closer to the girl. She matches your movements until you are face to face. “Translate for me, baby girl,” she seeths, the term of endearment sounding more like a tease. 

Shuri steps in between your two bodies, facing you. “Yakho Nakia (Your Nakia)?” she asks again. 

“Nakia yam (My Nakia). But not in the same way you were my Shuri or my Riri.”

“Were?” Shuri breathes, as if that was the only word she heard. “Were, sthandwa?”

The tears sting your eyes as they form at how soft spoken she was, how hurt she sounded. “Were, Shuri.” you can only whisper.

“Why are you speaking in past tense, y/n? We came here to apologize, baby.”

You point to the ground where you stood. “You bucking up to me just now was an apology Riri?”

Her mouth moves, but no sound comes out. A sigh releases as you step around Shuri, still blocking you from the smaller girl. You took one of her hands into both of yours. “I don’t know what’s been going on with you lately, Ri. I don’t know why you’re so angry, at me especially. I don’t know why you keep blowing me off. Maybe you’ve fallen out of love with me. But I don’t-I can’t deal with it anymore.”

Her eyes are glassy and the waterworks pour. “I-I haven’t fallen out of love with you, y/n. Baby, I adore you. I’ve just been stressed-”

“Riri, we’ve been married 4 years. You’ve been stressed before, but never like this. If the Riri I married would have ever spoken to me like this, I wouldn’t have married her.”

Her face was a mess, salty tears and salty snot mixing as they ran down her features. “Don’t say that, y/n. You don’t mean that.”

She cried even harder when you dropped her hand and moved away from her. Shuri was your next target, though she stood frozen, scared of what was to come. “And you. T’Challa would be so disappointed to see what you did to the love of his life. What you did to yours.”

Her head shook as she bit her lip so hard, the blood mixed with her saliva. “Do not. Do not speak for my brother.”

It pained you to continue, but she needed to hear it. Riri remained sobbing in the background, her cries causing your voice to raise to be heard above her. “You exiled the mother of his child. Beat on her until she had bruises, Shuri. I wish he was here to shake some sense into you. This is not his legacy, nor your mother’s. You’re acting more like N’Jadaka. Killmonger. Is that who you want to be? The type of leader you want to represent?”

Shuri stays silent, eyes filled with hurt, though her face hides it well. She steps toward you, arms reached out and hands opened to pull you in by your waist. “Come home, sthandwa. Please. Just come home.”

Her touch is home. It feels good, it feels safe. But the memories of how she treated you, of how she sat by and let Riri treat you, are too much to bear. You release her hold from you and take a step back.

“No. I have a home here no more.”

Shuri grows desperate, her hands scrambling to grab hold of yours. “Please, y/n, my love. Please, sthandwa,” she begs. 

The sight breaks your heart all over again, but you stand firm. You look at your the girls one last time as you head to the exit, their tears waterfalling, triggering your own. 

“So that’s it?” Riri cries. “You gone? Just like that?”

The hem of your dress floats around you, hauntingly. Your voice is but a whisper when you respond.

“Was it not you who told me to vanish?”

[wearentdelulu]

Into you~ Chapter Six

Junghyun turns towards Kook. “What?”

Kook drops his bag at the front of the door and walks back towards the boys. This was the only way he could get to Anya, and he never felt more desperate.

“You’re Anya’s brother?” Jungkook asked with a hint of vulnerability in his voice.

“Yeah why? Do you know her?”

Kook let out a sigh of relief, finally there was hope, and it was right here in front of him. He couldn’t mess this up. This could be the only way he could explain himself.

“Yes I know her it’s a long story but can you please-

“Jungkook honey you made it!”

He turns to see his mom and dad opening the door with warm smiles. As much as he loves his parents he really wanted them to fuck off right now. He was this close to finally getting some process with Anya and he couldn’t let it slip away.

“Aiden I need you to tell Anya something for me please.” Fuck. He hated how needy he sounded but he didn’t have much of a choice.

“How do you know his sister?” Junghyun asks.

“Aiden can I use your phone please?” Kook ignores Junghyun’s comment, silently begging Aiden to agree to let him used his phone to get in contact with Anya. If he had to get on his knees for this he would.

Aiden looks at Kook with a confused expression. He didn’t understand what was going on but nevertheless he pulls out his phone for Kook to use. “Okay here.”

Kook takes the phone with trembling hands. This was his only chance and he couldn’t let anyone or anything get in his way. “Junghyun tell mom and dad I needed to make a call real quick.”

Junghyun nodded understanding that Kook was being serious about this. Him and Aiden walk towards the front door attempting to distract his parents. As Kook stood there for a moment he realized he didn’t even know what to say. Obviously he needs to apologize but there’s more he wants to say. He scrolls through phone searching for Anya’s number. Once he finds it, it takes a moment to calm himself down. Okay Kook you can do this, just do it right now…..He hovers his thumb over her contact. He needed to do this. No excuses. With that he clicks her name and puts the phone to his ear, the sound of ringing makes his heart race.

“What?”

He could hear the stuffiness in her voice and it kills him to know she’s been crying because of him. He wanted to ramble about how much he likes her and that nothing she heard from him was true and that he would never do anything to hurt her, but he knew he was short on time. She could hang up at any moment so he needed to say everything all at once.

“Aiden I’m not in the mood for your stupid pranks.” Anya says annoyed. She shouldn’t have answered the phone. She just wanted to be alone.

“It’s me.”

Her eyes shot open, she sits up from the bed. Is her brain making her hallucinate Kook? Is this her karma for being too hopeful in the past? It had to be. There’s no way Kook knew her brother to be using his phone. What’s going on?

“Anya look I know you’re upset with me but I wasn’t talking about you.” Kook says hoping she’s understanding where he’s coming from. “I care about you Anya more than you know and I’ll never jeopardize that. Just please unblock me so we can talk…..please.”

She was silent for a long moment.

“Anya please I……fuck…..I lov-

The phone disconnects.

“No no no..” Kook looks at the screen. Did she hang up? Shit! Did he fuck up again? He quickly goes back to call her but the line goes out. “Shit!” He desperately taps the phone praying that she’ll just call back in a second, but she doesn’t.

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Anya looks at her screen seeing the battery low signal. Of course her battery would die in this situation. She reaches for her charger but then thinks about what Kook just said. “I wasn’t talking about you….” Should she believe that? Or is this just another excuse for her to fall for his trap again? Her heart wants her to charge her phone immediately and call him back but her brain says ‘don’t it’s just another trap’. She’s torn between the two. What did he even do to get Aiden’s phone just to call her? Does it mean he cares?

“Who was that?” Haein asks removing her phone from her face. Anya shakes her head still avoiding talking about the situation. “Just Aiden…”

Haein sits up and looks at her. “When are you going to tell me what happened?”

Anya sighs feeling a pang of guilt. Haein has been with her this entire time and the least Anya could do is tell her what really happened…..

“Okay I’ll……I’ll tell you…”

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Kook tried calling back almost a dozen times but she didn’t pick up. So is this it? Should he give up? It’s clear that she doesn’t want anything to do with him and it kills him. If she wants nothing to do with him fine so be it, but she will know that truth about what happened and how much he cares about her.

“Everything okay?” Aiden says with a look of sympathy on his face. Kook didn’t want anyone’s pity he never did, but this was different. This was about Anya. The only girl he would be pathetic for. Kook hands Aiden his phone back, fighting the urge to attempt to call her again, but he knew it was over. “She hung up on me….”

“What’s going on between you and my sister?”

Kook hesitated for moment but thought about how he’s has nothing to lose in this moment. She was done with him…..for good so what’s the harm in venting to her brother right? “I like her….and she overheard something that wasn’t about her and now……she’s done with me.” Kook takes a deep breath, feeling the dry lump in his throat. “I messed up….”

Aiden listens intently, taking everything in. He was definitely surprised at the situation but he didn’t freak out how Kook thought he would. “Wow I wouldn’t have guessed that.” Aiden thinks for a second before speaking again. “Look one thing about my sister is that she overthinks a lot. She didn’t grow up with much confidence in herself. Which sucks but if I were you I would keep trying at least.”

Kook felt a flicker of hope in his chest. “What do you mean? She doesn’t want to talk to me.”

“Maybe you should talk to her.” Aiden suggests. Kook didn’t understand what he meant by that. He’s already tried to explain himself but had no luck. Kook’s eyes follows Aiden movements as he scrolls through his phone searching for something. Could whatever he finds help him get back in touch with Anya? More importantly would it even work?

“In any normal circumstance I wouldn’t do this because technically you’re a stranger but this feels like an appropriate time.” Aiden shows him an address on his phone. Wait is that- “This is her address. Maybe if you show up and talk to her she’ll listen.”

Kook couldn’t believe what he was seeing, is this real? “W-Why are you giving me this?” Kook isn’t complaining but it seems a bit too good to be true, he need to know this was real and if this was actually her address and not some stupid prank.

Aiden shrugs as if his answer is so obvious. “Because I believe what you said and I know my sister is too stubborn to unblock you so this would help. Plus like Junghyun said earlier I am

a fan and I want to help you…..and her of course.”

As Kook puts the address in phone he feels like he’s holding the most valuable thing in the world, and it was. Anya’s address. This was is last chance to make things right before it was too late. “Thank you….seriously I….I can’t thank you enough.”

“No problem just make sure she happy, she deserves it.” Kook couldn’t agree more. If anyone was going to make her happy it was him.

Junghyun comes from inside the house with an annoyed expression. “I can’t take them Jungkook hurry up and entertain them, and after you better tell me what’s going on.”

Kook scratches the back of his neck feeling a bit guilty for making his brother distract their parents for this long. “I’m coming!”

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“And he just called me on Aiden’s phone saying he didn’t mean what he said……and that he wasn’t talking about me…” Anya finishes. As she told Haein what happened she couldn’t even look at her. Haein was always blunt and she knew Haein wouldn’t be happy hearing this. Not to mention she was already embarrassed about all of this.

Haein scoffs. “Fucking asshole. Who does he think he is?!” She yells.

“He said he wasn’t talking about me but I don’t know-

“Of course he was talking about you! Who else was he talking about?! Gosh I knew I didn’t like him I fucking knew it!” Anya flinches at her words. Haein was furious and Anya felt like there was truth in her words. She’d believe Haein over pretty much anyone and hearing her say that he was talking about her made her feel even more like shit. “I really really really like him Haein…”

“Don’t! Dont waste your feelings on someone like him. You deserves someone who would always love and appreciate you someone like-“ Haein cuts herself off.

Anya looks up. “What?”

Haein sighs, feeling frustrated and a hint of something else. “I-I just mean…..he’s not the only person in the world Anya….” She looks at Anya. “He’s not the only person who cares about you…….or even likes you.”

Anya didn’t understand what she meant by that. Yes it’s true he isn’t the only person in the world but he’s the only person she wants. “I know…..it’s just…..not easy to get over someone like-

“I’m talking about me Anya.” Haein cuts her off. Her voice laced with emotion. “I’m always there for you more than anyone. I care about you more than anyone. This streamer guy isn’t important Anya. You don’t need him.”

Anya looked at her with disbelief. ‘Kook isn’t important?’ He’s more than important. He literally changed her life for the better and she has the right to say he isn’t important? “Look Haein you don’t understand he-

“No no Anya I do understand. You’re so obsessed with this guy who basically called you obsessed! I mean come on Anya he’s a fucking liar and a coward. Don’t be stupid to be believe him.”

Anya was speechless.

“God can’t you see what’s right in front of you?! Not some guy you haven’t even met in person yet!” Haein says, her voice rising higher with each breath. “Come on Anya you can’t be this naive.”

Anya looked at her with surprise and shock. She’s seen Haein get upset over the smallest things before, but this was different. Haein was yelling at her. Calling her ‘naive’ for liking someone like Kook. And all of sudden she confesses her feelings for her? This was all too much and Anya was already overwhelmed with feelings and emotions. She couldn’t do this right now.

“I think you should go Haein…” Anya says softly not wanting to cause another argument.

Haein scoffs. “Yeah don’t worry I’m going.” She says grabbing her things. Anya watches her walk out slamming the door behind her. She was now left alone in her thoughts. The sound of her breathing echoed in the now empty apartment. So much has happened today and her mind was going overdrive. Her and Haein hardly ever argue with each other. Sometimes they would disagree on things but it never lead into an argument….not like this. Anya definitely didn’t expect a confession from her either.

She lays back in bed, pulling the covers over her. It was late and she was so exhausted from the day she had and now all Anya wanted to do was sleep and hope when she wakes up tomorrow this would all be a dream…..a nightmare. After turning the lights out Anya debates if she should charge her phone. Maybe kook would call again …..she wanted him to call. She wanted to believe him, to run into his arms and live happily ever after, but it isn’t that easy. She charges her phone, telling herself she should just incase of an emergency but really she had a flicker of hope in her heart that maybe……..just maybe he was being truthful.

[arielstruggles]

SUMMER SIZZLE

Pairing: pre-outbreak Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: You and your husband Joel had an argument a couple of days ago and you need to get laid asap.

Word Count: 1.1K

Warning: SMUT, slight age gap (10ish), teasing, established relationship duh!, idk what else i can add to be honest

A/n: this is sort of like a drabble-one shot, it was something i thought on a road trip, so is doesn't have a great back story. I'm trying to improve myself so bare with me if you're reading this. And also, i apologize for grammar mistakes or mistakes in general, in advance. Hope you enjoy!

You and your husband Joel are on your way to your vacation, Sarah sits in the back seat while you sit silently in passenger’s seat. The song on the car radio plays and Sarah joins the song to, at at least slightly break the ice between you and Joel, you smile at her but apart from that there is not a single sound. You and Joel had an argument a couple of days ago and you still don’t talk to each other. You throw glances towards his thick long fingers on the steering Wheel, trying to contain your thoughts but can’t stop. Because of that silly argument you had, you couldn’t get laid properly for three days. He also throws glances on her legs, your dress is short and reveals your thighs, in a normal day he’d be caressing your thigh. He missed fucking you dumb, he missed overstimulating you. You drive in silence for three hours and you arrive your summer house. You give Sarah her luggage and ask her to organize her stuff, then you go to your bedroom to do the same.

While you put your clothes to the drawer Joel comes from the bathroom, wraps his arms around your waist. You make a huff noise, trying to play it cool. “Leave me alone Joel, i’m still mad at you.” “I know that much darlin’. But you should apologize, it was your mistake” He caress your pussy through your dress, sending a shiver down on your spine “I’m not doing that, you are gonna apologize.”  “You can’t deny that this pussy needs me. I don’t think you can resist too much.” He laughs, he is right obviously but telling him is not even an option. “Yeah, right.” You mutter in a sarcastic manner. He nestles on your neck, starts kissing it lightly. His cock is up against your ass. As if it knows its place, sits in between your ass cheeks. Her breath picks up with the feeling of his semi hard cock. “Joel leave me alone, i have things to do. And you better apologize.” “This is my way of apologizing dear, you better find a way to apologize as well.” He mutters and slightly bites your neck. You whimper with the feeling that washes over you. He doesn’t do anything just rubs his cock to her ass which is enough for you to get soaked. You feels ecstatic. He doesn’t even do anything, just rubs himself against you. One of his large hands find its place on your tit, lightly squeezing, playing with it. You throw your head back, rest your head against his chest. “Joel” you whine. “Joel, i need more.” You whine, “I didn’t hear an apology darlin’.” You press yourself against him to get a little bit of a pressure which makes Joel moan in return. You can feel his cock is throbbing against you. “Say the words honey, say Joel i’m sorry, I've been a brat, please forgive me and I'll bend you over this drawer. Hm?”  His words intoxicating but you’re way too stubborn for it. “N-not… mhmm gonna… happen.” Though the thought of apologizing crossed your mind you’re not giving in right away. “Hmm, is that so? then why forming a coherent sentence take your ten minutes.” He chuckles. “Fuck you Joel.” You reply back, a little bit frustrated by the situation that you’re in. The slight pressure of his erected cock up against your cheeks drives you both insane. “It’s gonna happen darlin’ just say the words.” “You know that i will not.” “Oh, you will my pretty princess, you just need a little pressure.” You decide to play it back and start rubbing yourself up against him he growls in your ear while sucking your neck. His warm tongue sliding up and down on your neck, he’s humming against your skin. “Such a stubborn brat, maybe i should punish you? Hm?” you’re startled with his words, his words excites you. He has never done that before, your cheeks warm with the thoughts that you images in your head. He smirks. “Is that what you wanted baby? Was that the reason, you wanted a punishment?” “No, but it does not sound so bad.” You laugh, he laughs as well. He pulls your dress and exposes your panties, and slips them down as well. You are relieved that he doesn’t tease you anymore, but he does. He presses himself you more when his fingers toy with your clit. He is fully clothed and your bare ass is exposed.

“Joel stop it, just give me what i want already.” “No” he says sternly, it is not his usual tone. You are surprised but also turned on by it. “Oh, come on. It is not that deep also, i didn’t do anything wrong, you did. So, you should apologize.” “Darlin’ you know that is not true.” At this point you both don’t know who is to blame, it seems ridiculous. But you’re both being stubborn. When the pressure he applies gets too much to handle you decide to give up, you don’t even care. “I’m sorry.” You mutter, “What was that sweetheart?” he chuckles. “Oh shut up old man! You heard me.” You reply grumpily. Soft chuckles from him fills the room. He unbuckles his belt, you’re finally getting what you’ve waited for. He frees his cock, the tip slightly touches your ass, he growls. He is as eager as you are. You both were waiting to get laid for three days because of this stupid argument which you don’t even remember at the moment. He slowly pushes the tip, you gasp with the familiar feeling. You want him to feel you up. “Gonna put a baby inside you.” He whispers in your ear while wrapping one of his arms around your waist again. You take his hand from your waist and suck his index and middle finger. He shudders with the feeling, readies himself to push more into you.

But you hear footsteps, Joel gets out of you hastily and tries to hide his hardened cock behind a pillow that he grabs from the bed and leaves you feeling empty. And you try to fix your posture, pull your dress down when Sarah knocks on the door. “Hey dad, i was looking for you everywhere, i need your help for something.” She says behind the door. “Okay babygirl, i’ll be with you in a minute.” He says and sarah leaves the room. He whisper’s your ear. “Don’t even think about doing something without me. We’ll continue when she’s asleep. Also, don’t think i accepted your half ass apology.” Then gives a squeeze to ass before leaving you all alone in their bedroom. You stand still with the achy emptiness.

[my-own-walker]

hiii so sorry i request a lot i js love ur writing!! can u plz make an imagine of alex from adult world? one where we take a shower with him (fluff not smut)? thank uuuu

Wake Only To Bathe In Greens And Blues

note: plssssss i've been WAITING for an alex request. thank you!! Don’t apologize at all for requesting things!!

warnings: major TW for death and mourning (was feeling emo when I wrote this), mentions of nudity, showering together, fluff (no sm*t), if you want shower sm*t that's not what ur getting here

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I woke softly, most likely due to the sunlight streaming through the curtains, directly into my eyes. Always a sensitive sleeper, little changes could disturb me from my sleep. The smell of grass and chalk-covered sidewalks wofted through the open window. The air was warm and thick and wet. The morning brought with it a familiar sound. A memory. A reminder. 

The mourning doves cried out from their perches in the trees. Their woeful song of sorrow. I couldn't help but stop and overhear their calls. Their pain. 

I saw him in the mourning doves, sitting by my window, nesting in my gutters, close to me on a low-hanging branch. The doves were not afraid of me. They were him. He became the mourning doves. He was there. He was with me. He was gone, but his omnipresent soul lived on in the cries of the birds that wouldn't seem to leave me be. 

Honeyed summer days rotted with the churn of my stomach each morning when I heard that familiar sound. The sound of warmth and freedom, for most. Loss and grief for me. I resented the summer. It brought me only pain. 

I wanted to enjoy the alluring sun and the heavenly feel of winter taking its final bow, but he was there.  I wished he would let me run with my arms outstretched into the body of daybreak without the tethers of heartbreak. Let me relish in the sun without hearing his mourning dove cries. 

Omnipresent, unceasing memories.

I loved him, but how I wished he would please leave me be.

Alex's stirring shook me from my thought. He turned over onto his side, eyes fluttering open innocently. Like a child waking from a midday nap. His face was illuminated by the beam of sunlight sneaking through into the room. His expression contorted into one of concern as soon as he was awake enough to process anything.

'My god,' he croaked, 'Y/N, are you ok?' He shifted and brought his hand up to wipe my cheek. I didn't even realize I was crying. I chuckled softly through my tears and sniffed.

'Man, yeah,' I laughed. 'Just being stupid.'

'How long have you been up like this?' he asked, concern creeping into his tone.

'Only a few minutes, I'm sure,' I sighed, looking over at the clock. It had actually been an hour.

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Summers with my dad were amazing. As a child, I reveled in the whimsy and wonder of trips to the woods with my father. He was an outdoorsman. An absolute enjoyer of all things natural.

As a little child, I would spend entire summers with him at a cabin in Lake Pleasant. He was a single dad. He was totally hopeless raising a little girl by himself. Nevertheless he persisted, and I grew up a regular tomboy. We’d fish in the lake, hike on nearby trails, and stargaze at night. He was a birdwatcher as well. Mourning Doves were his favorite to hear.

‘That means summer’s here, baby girl,’ he’d say, stars in his eyes. He died in the summer. His favorite time of year. Alone in the cabin.

A mourning dove sat perched on the roof of my car at the funeral home the day we said goodbye. I cried, knowing it was him saying hello.

I couldn’t be there when he went. The first summer I didn’t spend at that cabin. I was too busy. A college student with a summer job. I needed the cash. But money could never bring him back. Money could never fix the way summer was forever spoiled for me.

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‘Baby? Y/N,’ Alex whispered in an urgent tone.

‘Ah, god. I’m so sorry, I-I was,’ I stammered. ‘My dad.’ That was all I could choke out before the tears returned.

‘You don’t need to say another word,’ he assured me, caressing my cheek. ‘You don’t have to explain.’ He handled my grief well. I couldn’t imagine possessing the patience and grace he had.

I reached up and touched my hair, paling when I realised the absolute state I was in. I pulled at a nearly matted knot and sighed. I was still wearing yesterdays makeup. Depression had a funny way of creeping up on me. I was suddenly all too aware of how much of a mess I was.

‘Do you maybe want a shower?’ Alex asked. ‘I can take one with you.’ Showers were hard for me. In my grief, I would stand in the shower for nearly hours just thinking about ‘what-ifs.’ Showering with Alex helped.

We shared a small apartment in town just a few minutes down the road from my college. Living with Alex quite possibly saved my life. I loved him so intensely. He was so tolerant and kind. The perfect little housewife (said jokingly, of course). He was better than me at matters of domesticity.

I stood and smoothed my hands over my shirt. Alex stood on his side of the bed stretching. In an instant, he was by my side.

‘You look gorgeous,’ he whispered softly in my ear.

‘Hardly,’ I scoffed.

‘Come on,’ he beckoned, stepping toward the bathroom. Alex turned the shower on and removed his boxers. I slipped my t-shirt, shorts, and underwear off and stepped under the stream of water, joining Alex in the delicious warmth.

I felt his hands snake around my waist as we stood under the water together. I grabbed my shampoo and handed it to him, asking without words for him to wash my hair. He massaged the floral smelling soap into my knotted hair gently. Having him take care of me like this was heaven on earth.

I turned to face him and burst into tears as I looked him in his eyes. He was everything to me. The way he made sure my needs were met made me feel so whole. Instead of speaking, he just wrapped me tightly in his arms. I rubbed the smooth skin of his back as he embraced me. His fingers moved mindlessly through my hair.

The water washed over us, cleansing me of the pain I felt. Nothing mattered in the world besides he and I.

‘Now can you wash my hair?’ Alex laughed, lightening the mood a bit.

I giggled and grabbed his shampoo. He always knew the way to make me feel better. His love was beautiful and all-encompassing. There were no bounds to his heart.

When we finished up, he ran ahead of me to grab me a towel. He wrapped me in it and gave me a kiss on the forehead, making a show out of the smooching sound.

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Doing my best to get around to all the request in my inbox right now! Sorry this one got kinda depresso. It’s kinda like a (cough) true-ish story to my life so it got personal. Don’t know why I took it that route haha.