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life as a hit man was dirty but simple, and gojo preferred keeping it that way. he didnât know his clients names, they didnât know his. heâd send over proof of his work, theyâd wire in the money. dirty, yet simple.
so when he gets a message to kill the daughter of some oil tycoon, he doesnât think much about it. sure he thinks itâs cheap to go for the kid, but what does he know. this is the most heâs ever been offered for a one shot job, so heâs not an idiot to turn this offer down.
and unfortunately, that meant his next confirmed target was you.
he gets your information, where you go to school, what apartment building you live in, where you like to eat. usually he prefers a straight shot to the head, but sometimes sneaking in something to your food lets him off easier.
gojo gets to know your routine. what you do at what time. what shows you watch, what your favorite sweater is. he watches from the high rises that faces yours, crouching down so none of your bodyguards could see the reflection of the magnifier of his rifle.
and gojo is used to taking out a wide range of people. men, women, grandpas, aunts. itâs just business to him. but thereâs something about you that makes him hesitate to pull the trigger.
maybe itâs the fact that the weeks heâs spent trailing after you heâs noticed youâre pretty much a loner. you keep to yourself, never bothering anyone. you donât seem to have my friends in your classes, or even out of them. gojo never questions to morals of his clients or who they ask him to kill, but judging you so far you seem to have doneâŠnothing wrong.
you treat the old lady who works in the convenience story with such kindness that gojo wonders if you were born into this level of wealth, because most people of your status treat those beneath them like ants. you always hold the door open for your body guards despite them insisting they do it for you. you always buy some food for the stray cats in the alley you pass, and you never yell when youâre on the phone with your dad, even though gojo tracks those calls and feels the need to yell for you.
it all comes to a moment when youâre at your favorite coffee shop (he knows this because you come here so often), and youâve managed to weasel away from your bodyguards. he knows they must be freaking out by now, but you just want some alone time.
heâs right there, right behind you, the little pouch of his condition of drugs that instantly kill in his pocket ready, and you turn around with your coffee cup and bump into him.
your eyes seen, letting out a shocked gasp as the iced drink stains his shirt and pants, the cup not empty on the floor.
âoh my god, oh my god,â you stutter out, scrambling to find some napkins, âiâm so so sorry! i didnât even see you there - gosh,â you shove some napkins into his hands, trying to dapple the coffee away but it does nothing to help, âi canât believeâŠ!â you trail off, the two of you moving out of line so you donât hold the others up and your shaking your head in dismay, mad at your clumsiness.
âitâs alright,â he assures you, waving it off as his eyes take in your appearance. âdonât even worry about it, accidents happen.â itâs the first time heâs seen you this close, and he feels that pouch growing heavier in his pocket.
because youâre pretty. really pretty. and he likes the plush of your cheeks, the scrunch of your brows, the way youâre nearly gnawing your lip raw. you seem even prettier in person, and thereâs a lump forming in his chest, something heâs never felt before.
âno, no,â you murmur, trying to find the tide pen in your bag, only to realize you left it at home, âand itâs stained too, fuck. i am so sorry about this, you probably have somewhere to be andâŠâ your words trail off as you scramble for your wallet, pulling out some cash as you push it into his hands.
itâs more than he needs to replace the shirt and pants, probably enough to buy him a couple pairs from ralph lauren, but you still seem to think itâs not enough as you look for more.
âitâs no worries at all, i keep an extra of shirts in my car for emergencies like this,â gojo lies smoothly and you look up from your purse, eyes wide in shame. fuck he really likes your eyes too.
âno, please take it, itâll be on my mind all day if you donât,â you insist, but heâs shaking his head defiantly, a reassuring smile on his face as he hands the money back to you.
âand itâll be on my conscience all day if i take it,â he promises you, and after you realize heâs not going to retract his hands you take the cash, shoving it back into your wallet as heat settles all over your body.
of course with your luck you spill coffee all over the most attractive man youâve ever met.
you still look worried, finding another napkin as you take out a pen from your purse, messily writing something down.
âthis is my contact information if you ever need me to replace your clothes,â you hand it over to the man with an apologetic smile, âplease donât hesitate to call me, i know stains and thatâs gonna be really hard to get out,â you go to say something else but your eyes dart to the large windows behaubd him, catching sight of your body guards who seem to have seen you, and your face falls.
âiâm really sorry, again, but i have to go,â you mutter as you speed off, waving goodbyes to the stranger as you duck your head down and leave the coffee shop, not wanting to cause another scene as three buff men race in to find you.
gojo stands there almost in a haze, looking at his stained white shirt to the napkin with your number and name on it.
almost as if he didnât already know it, almost as if you werenât the girl heâs supposed to kill.
and in that moment he realizes how screwed he is, because heâd rather down that packet right there than shoot you down, and heâs never felt this dread before.
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tap out.
simon doesnât expect anyone to tap him out. a ritual where loved ones step forward to release a soldier from duty, creating a chance to reconnect.
based on this.
simon stands in formation, a soldier among countless others, each bound by discipline, each carrying their own story beneath a stoic exterior.
in the unyielding line, heâs silent, gaze fixed forward, while around him, families reunite: sons embraced by tearful mothers, women lifting their children into their arms, couples lost in long-awaited kisses. joy and relief fill the air, carried on quiet laughter and murmured words of love.
but simon is an orphan now.
thereâs no one to step forward for him, no one to break his stance. he watches it all, standing alone, feeling like a stranger in this crowd of reunions, this world of connections he never belonged to.
over the years, the military has stripped him down, rebuilt him into something hardened and unbreakable. this new self is his armor, a wall between him and the life he left behind.
the tap-out tradition is a formality heâs only ever heard about, something heâs watched from a distance but never expected for himself.
he stands motionless as soldiers around him are tapped out by loved ones. he watches quietly, feeling a distant sense of satisfaction for them, grateful that they have that in their lives.
maybe soap would tap him out after heâd seen to his own family.
no matter how many times simon tried to keep him at armâs length, heâd come to accept that soap wasnât leaving him behind. coerced into the friendship or not, soap was a friend. until soap has been tapped out, thereâs no one in simonâs life to come pick him out.
still, simon knew he was alone in ways he couldnât change. or so he believes.
then he feels itâa subtle shift in the air, hesitant footsteps halting just in front of him, carrying a weight he doesnât understand. his breath catches, but he doesnât move. heâs trained to hold his position, but something in him almost falters as he senses a presence just inches away. slowly, he lets his gaze shift, barely, enough to catch a silhouette he thought heâd left behind a lifetime ago.
itâs you.
you. his childhood best friend. the love of his life.
you. the only person he thought of when he escaped his broken home. you. the guilt that wracked him when he ran, unable to say goodbye after the night he barely escaped after being beat nearly to death. you. the only reason he wanted to be alive, and the person he hadnât been able to look back for.
âyou. you. you.
and now here you are, standing before him, eyes wide with hope and uncertainty, tears gathering at the corners like unsaid words held back for too long.
he doesnât understand, not fully. he thought heâd locked that door, left that part of him sealed away. and yet, here you are, holding everything he thought heâd left behind.
you hesitate, the weight of the years pressing down between you, unsure if youâre allowed to do this. if you can reach out to him after all this time, to be the one who taps him out.
he senses your uncertainty, feels it as if itâs his own, and in that moment, he lets a flicker of vulnerability break throughâa slight furrow in his brow, a subtle nod. silent permission.
and you know, in that instant, itâs okay.
with a trembling hand, you reach forward, closing the distance. your hand hovers over his shoulder for a heartbeat, the air between you heavy with everything left unsaid.
then, gently, you tap him out. a simple touch, light and fleeting, yet it breaks something open in both of you.
in an instant, simon moves. his arms come around you, his grip unyielding as he pulls you close, lifting you off the ground. the soldier falls away, and heâs just simon again, holding you as if youâre the only real thing in a world thatâs constantly shifting.
his head lowers, his face buried in your shoulder, and he breathes you in, lets the walls heâs held up for years fall away.
âyouâre here,â he murmurs, voice rough, thick with emotion he canât hide anymore.
his hand cradles the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair, each touch soft, a silent promise. the weight of years and regret presses against him, but he holds you tighter, as if to make up for every moment he was gone.
you feel the warmth of his tears against your shoulder, silent and raw. he pulls you closer still, as if afraid to let go, his voice barely a whisper as he breathes, âiâm sorry, lovie. iâm so damn sorry. iâll never leave you behind again. i promise.â
and in that moment, surrounded by echoes of lives left behind, heâs just simon again, the boy who belonged with you.
. ÖŽÖ¶Öžđ àŁȘË ÖŽÖ¶ÖžđàŒàŒàż an. i know the tap-out tradition isnât common in the uk and is usually done at the airforce but oh well. read part 2 here.
#call of duty#cod#cod x reader#simon ghost riley#simon riley#simon riley blurbs#simon riley headcanons#simon riley x reader#task force 141#simon ghost riley blurbs#simon ghost riley headcanons#simon ghost riley headcanon#angst#simon riley fanfiction#ghost headcanons#ghost cod#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost angst#cod ghost#cod fanfic#simon riley x you#call of duty ghost#simon ghost riley x you
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tears [rafe cameron]
pairing - rafe cameron x reader
summary - rafe was a busy man. but, when his girl knocked on the doors of tannyhill with tears streaming down her cheeksânothing was more important than her. and heâd fix whatever was bothering her. or whoever. he hated to see his girl cry.
warnings - none rlly, hurt/comfort, protective and attentive rafe
rafe sighed into his phone call when he heard a knock on the door. he stood in his fatherâs officeâwhich was now hisâpacing the room.
âhey, hey man, just hang on a sec, sorry.â he muttered to the potential investor before he put him on hold. he set his phone down on the desk and marched out of the office, curses and mumbles leaving his lips.
âsomebody always fuckinâ needs something.â his hand rubs over his buzzed hair as his other hand curls in and out of a fist at his side. âgoddamn. probably fuckinâ sarah and her stupidââ
his mumbles come to a halt when he opens the door and sees his girl standing there, tears staining her flushed cheeks. ârafe..â she whispers weakly, her frame shaking as she looks up at him.
âhey, hey, baby.â he says quickly, completely forgetting the phone call waiting for him as all his attention, worry, and concern is shifted to her. âwhatâs wrong, câmere.â
his hand reaches for her wrist, pulling her into his chest. she lets out a quiet sob as she buries her face into his chest, stepping inside. he haphazardly pushes the door shut as he keeps her close to his chest and walks them both inside and through the foyer.
he whispers shhâs, and coos at her in his arms as he heads for the living room, sitting them both down. he softly pulls her from his chest, his head dipping down to her level. his hands come to her cheeks, wiping the tears off her soft skin.
âhey, baby, what happened? talk to me.â he says, his eyebrows furrowed with concern.
âi-i-â she stammers, unable to get words out as she chokes on cries. her breathing quickens, getting close to hyperventilating. when she cries, she goes too fast, losing control of her breathing.
âhey, hey, no. donât do that. câmon baby, you know better. breathe, baby, breathe.â
she begins to slow down, her breathing coming back to normal. she keeps her eyes on rafeâs, slowly calming down.
âthere ya go. attaâ girl. good job. breathe.â he praises, his head nodding softly as he watches her. once her breathing fully calms, she takes one last deep breath and wipes the last of her tears.
ânow, gonna tell me whatâs got your pretty little head so worried, hm?â he coos, his head tilting slightly. âwhatâs bothering you? who do i have to kill, huh?â he jokes with a grin. but to be honestâhe probably wasnât joking.
she sniffles, her eyebrows furrowing. âmy uterus.â she whines. âiâm on my period. my cramps hurt like a bitch. and my mom is pissing me off.â she sniffles, stumbling over her words slightly. âand iâm hungry. and you werenât answering, i know youâre busy. but i just really needed to see you, iâm sorryââ
âhey, hey, itâs okay.â he nods softly. âiâm here, itâs alright. iâm not busy, doesnât matter.â he says matter-of-factly. he wraps his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. âwhat do you need? hm? i have that heating pad in my room i bought for you a couple months ago.â he whispers sweetly. âi can make you somethin? buy you stuff? i dunno, what do you need?â
he was willing to do anything, he didnât care. when his baby cried, heâd move mountains to make her feel better. heâd go to every store in town, run up his credit card, do anything. as long as she got a smile on her face at the end of it.
she nods against his chest, looking up at him. âyeah.. the heating pad. andâand can you make me a grilled cheese? you make emâ so good.â she asks sweetly, her voice gentle and weak.
he smiles softly, looking down at the sweet girl in his arms. âyeah, baby, of course. i donât know if theyâre that good. everytime i make them, youâre usually drunk and itâs three in the morning. that might be why they taste so good.â he jokes.
she shoves his chest playfully. âi donât care, you canât fuck up a grilled cheese. please?â
he grins. âyeah, yeah. grilled cheese, heating pad. got it, baby. anything else?â he says thoughtfully, his fingers coming to push strands of hair off from where they stick to her tear strained cheeks.
she shakes her head. âjust you.â
he smiles. âokay.â he kisses her forehead. âiâll be right back, gimmie a few minutes to get all that.â he stands, making sure sheâs laid comfortably on the couch. he grabs the blanket from the end of the couch and drapes it over her. his eyes search the living room, landing in the remote, he hands it to her.
he leans down, placing another kiss to her cheek this time. âput on whatever you want. iâll be back, promise.â
he leaves her at the couch and heads back to the office. he picks up his phone and takes it off hold. âhey, gotta go. somethinâ came up. iâll give you a call later.â he hung up before the guy could even get a word in.
nothing came before his girl.
#rafe cameron#obx fic#rafe obx#rafe cameron imagines#rafe cameron fluff#rafe cameron blurb#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron x reader#protective rafe#outerbanks rafe#drew starkey#drew starkey imagine
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Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz at the premiere of Gladiator II in London - 13 November 2024
#posing like a couple#making each other laugh#Carlos making sure Charles is following him#Charles wanted to put his hand behind Carlosâ back for the second pic#but then they were like maybe we take one pic where we donât look like a couple#and they failed#charles leclerc#carlos sainz#carlos sainz jr#f1#formula 1#1655#mypost#charlos#gladiator 2
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There is an AITA out there that I can't find but it's been haunting me for weeks with visions of semi-angsty Steddie that I need to release onto the world. (If anyone happens to know what I'm talking about hit me up and I'll link it)
Edit: @jazzathebunny found the original AITA from Reddit linked Here for anyone who wants to read it. ------
Modern AU, Eddie and the guys are a moderately successful local band in the Chicago area playing gigs on the weekends and doing small tours whenever they all have the time. Gareth and Jeff are both in college while Eddie and Freak are both working part-time at a game store. Eddie managed to lock down that assistant manager position that lets him work 30 hours a week with weekends off for gigs. All in all, it's a pretty sweet deal and they can't complain.
Eddie had sworn off dating after a small handful of disastrous relationship attempts in their first year in the city. He dismisses any advances from people who attend their shows and tries not to think about how much he wants to make a genuine connection with someone and have something real. He's been burned one too many times to try and make something with someone he met in a bar or at work.
He knows the guys talk about it behind his back sometimes, he catches Jeff and Gareth fervently whispering to each other and stopping when they catch him entering the room one time too many to not suspect they're talking about him and he can't think of anything else going on in his life that they would feel the need to whisper about.
The fervent conversations take a slight uptick one day and about a week and a half after they do, Gareth hits him up and tells him he wants to set Eddie up with a guy from one of his classes. At first, Eddie is skeptical and cites all the reasons why he doesn't want to try with anyone right now but eventually, Jeff jumps in to plea the case and Freak jumps in on top of that and under the combined weight of his best friends he agrees to meet up with this Steve guy.
The guys set up the whole thing and before Eddie knows it it's Saturday night and he's wearing his best black jeans and a gray button-down, untucked, to go on an honest to God blind date like his life is some low-budget romcom.
Steve is not at all what Eddie thought he would be. Not the kind of guy he thought his friends would pick out for him given they know he usually goes for other alternatives like himself. Steve, who is shyly waving him over and getting out of his seat to great him, is the very epitome of prep. Well-fitted polo, light blue chinos, and what Eddie assumes this guy thinks are casual loafers. He's handsome to be sure, a 12/10 at least with perfect hair and defined biceps but Eddie is fairly sure he's being punked.
But, Eddie doesn't want to be rude so he goes to meet Steve at the table, confirming just in case that he's actually here to meet with a guy named Eddie. Steve gives him a bit of a confused look, saying that Gareth showed him a couple pictures of Eddie before he agreed to meet and figured he'd done the same for Eddie off Steve's Instagram. Gareth had, in fact, not done anything of the sort but they both dismiss it and get on with their date.
In all honesty, Eddie is expecting it to be a complete wash, but it turns out that even if Steve is not at all what Eddie would have previously said what his type, Steve is damn near perfect. He's funny, kind, a little bitchy, and even though he proves himself to be every bit the sports nerd he looks like he doesn't turn his nose up at Eddie's own much more classically nerdy interests. By the end of the date, Eddie has a new type and that type is Steve Harrington. He's quick to lock down a second date for the next weekend which Steve happily agrees to. They exchange numbers and Steve gives Eddie a chaste kiss on the cheek that has him floating all the way home.
Steve texted him that next morning letting him now he had a great time and is really looking forward to their next date and Eddie thinks this might be the start of something big for him. When he gets to practice he's clearly still floating on cloud nine and in his own little world designing their marriage invitations and matching tombstones so he doesn't notice the sly grins on his bandmates' faces.
"So...how'd it go last night? Everything you dreamed it would be?" Gareth asks, a strange glint in his eyes that Eddie doesn't clock.
Eddie goes on and on about how nice Steve was and how he might be The One, thanking Gareth profusely. Freak looks pleased for him, giving him a hard pat on the shoulder in congratulations but when Eddie finally tunes back into the real world he's greeted by Gareth's livid expression and Jeff's overly concerned one.
He asks the guys what the fuck is up and it turns out that Gareth and Jeff set this whole thing up as a prank of sorts. Eddie was never supposed to hit it off with Steve who Gareth selected specifically because he's a "totally brain-dead prep" and as far away as someone could get from Eddie's previous relationships. He was supposed to be someone Eddie could go on a date with and not form a connection with without getting completely burned at the end like all his previous relationships in the hopes of getting him out of his slump.
Jeff was in on it as well. He wanted to get Eddie back out there, so when Gareth presented the plan he sat in on a couple of Gareth's general credit business class sessions to help pick the guy out.
After Jeff and Gareth finish explaining he does a complete 180 and just...leaves. In any other situation, he would be raging and verbally tearing his friends a new asshole but instead, he completely disengages and walks out the garage door, ignoring his friends' shouts to come back.
He goes back home, socked and hurt and so very confused about how the hell he found himself in this position when his phone lights up.
New Message: Steve H.
Fuck.
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Part two coming soon??? Maybe???? We'll see.
#is this something?#idk#It's so clear in my head but it hasn't been flowing correctly#so here's this instead#steddie#fanfiction#steve harrington#corroded coffic#eddie munson#stranger things#dreamer speaks
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now that I got he appreciation post out of the way Iâll yap about what I loved the most about this whole scene because was a fucking masterpiece.
1. He looks fucked out and Iâm going insane. His heavy breathing was blasting through my headphones and, although that is something that usually annoys me during these scenes, it was done carefully and tastefully. It felt natural and real, not overplayed, not overkilled, but raw and perfectly genuine.
2. Anyone else devastated by the absolute adorableness of this moment? Just me? This was such a cute short thing that casts light into their relationship. Theyâre both actually very carefree people, always have been, even if Jack had a hard time coming back to his true self. This moment felt so intimate and relaxed. From trying to make the other submit, playfully and sensually, they both pause here and quickly take a breather to gauge each other and decide how is this going to happen before Jack takes the lead again. These are truly Jack and Joke.
3. Wall slamming. Itâs one of the cliches I absolutely devour. Ever since episode 1 I knew they would be the kind to do this. I knew their NC would be like this. They want each other too much, theyâre gonna take and take and take.
4. No awkward stripping. Just desperate. The moment characters strip have always felt so unnatural for me. This was done hastily and they stumble and it doesnât look pretty because it shouldnât. They have wanted each other for too long for them to wait another second in getting themselves naked. Joke is so desperate he struggles with taking Jackâs shirt off and he doesnât care nor slows down. It adds on the realness of it all.
5. More wall slamming. Dear god Iâm unwell. No further words.
6. He was stupid hot for this. They are possessed. As they should be. Thereâs tenderness and roughness at the same time in their movements and touches, casting light on the fact they love each other but are desperately hungry for each otherâs body. They never let you forget that, not once.
7. Did you hear my screams? I was not expecting that. What Iâve seen happen many times on BL NC scenes, is that there is a high contrast done in between the couple when it comes to portraying desire. Usually itâs only one of them that is more vocal or physical about it, while the other takes it and follows. Yin and War have mentioned they donât want their characters to stick to one dynamic, and it shows a lot in this whole scene. They both are perfectly capable of taking the lead, they both want to take the lead, they both want to submit. They are equals. And thatâs always gonna be that way.
The power play, the switching, the rolling in the sheets, the CONSENT, the loving looks, the gentle touches, the rough touches, the pauses, the desperation, the desire.
they did it all. not one single thing missing.
they deserve nothing less than a standing ovation.
yinwar, you did it again
#god I hope they get all the profit they deserve and then some#holy shit#jack and joker the series#jack and joker u steal my heart#jack and joker series#jack and joker#jack & joker#jackjoke#jackjoker#yinwar#yin anan wong#yin anan#war wanarat#thai bl#thailand#bl series#bl drama#thai bl drama#thai drama
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assembling legos in avengers tower
pairing: captain america!steve rogers x shield agent!female reader
summary: you want to spend a night assembling legos with steve rogers, but when he proves to be too good at it, you have to get creative.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), established relationship, smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming, teasing, begging, dirty talk, praise kink, captain kink, pet names (buttercup, daisy, sunflower, honeysuckle), lots of kissing, lots of fluff and silliness, avengers tower shenanigans
word count: 4.9k
a/n: this fic is entirely inspired by a conversation i had with my therapist last week where she was helping me think of things to do to disconnect from social media and give myself a break from the world. i mentioned i had a box of lego daffodils i hadn't put together and she encouraged me to do that. however, i finished those in like a couple hours and now i need more... anyway, i hope y'all enjoy this bit of fluff/smut and i hope it's a nice distraction from the world!! âĄ
âA daisy for my pretty girl.â
You were focused on assembling a plastic version of a queen anneâs lace when a pretty pink Lego gerbera daisy appeared in your eye line. Steve Rogersâ comfortingly deep voice and the flower he offered dragged your attention from what youâd been doing and you looked up for the first time in half an hour.Â
You were curled up on the couch in Steveâs suite, assembling Legos in Avengers Tower on the rare night off he had from his duties as Captain America. Heâd been sitting beside you, working away at his own flowers on the coffee table, but had clearly decided to get your attention with the pink daisy heâd finished.Â
For a moment after you looked up from your own Lego flower, you were distracted by just how good Steve looked in a simple white t-shirt and gray sweatpants. He always looked good, of course, but there was something especially delightful and attractive about seeing him in casual, cozy clothes.Â
It almost made you want to abandon the Lego wildflower bouquet you were assembling together and slide into his lap. Suddenly, all you could think about was burying your fingers in his soft blond hair and having his sparkling blue eyes focused entirely on you for the rest of the night. But instead, you blinked and refocused on the moment.Â
âAw, thank you, captain,â you murmured, a smile curving your lips as you took the plastic flower from Steve and gave it a pretend sniff while batting your lashes at him. âMy favorite.â Your words were little more than a purr, and you couldnât help the way your smile widened when a pink flush dotted Steveâs cheeks.
It was on the tip of your tongue to suggest that you and Steve leave the rest of the Lego bouquet to be assembled another time, but then your gaze fell on the nine already-finished flowers that were neatly lined up on the table in front of the couch. Your smile fell.
Steve had already put together more than half of the flowers that had come in the box, and you still hadnât finished a single one. Briefly, you were confused about how heâd put them together so fastâuntil you remembered something that often slipped peoplesâ minds when it came to Captain America.
Everyone knew that Steve Rogersâ strength and stamina were enhanced when heâd been given the super-soldier serum in the 1940s, but most folks forgot that his intellect had been heightened as well. It was why he was the trusted leader of the AvengersâSteve had a knack for strategizing in the midst of battle.Â
It also made him a wiz at puzzles.Â
You shouldâve known that Steve would easily zip through his half of the Lego bouquet while you toiled over a single flower. You knew he was smarter than the worldâand even some of the other Avengersâgave him credit for, and you were disappointed in yourself for not thinking through the idea of assembling Legos together.
Fortunately (or unfortunately), Steve was also much more perceptive than most gave him credit for, and he noticed your change in mood immediately.
âWhatâs wrong, daisy?â Steve asked, cupping your cheek in his large palm and turning your face gently to look at him.Â
His brows were drawn together, and you knew instantly that heâd caught the slightly crestfallen look on your face. Before you could muster a smile and assure him everything was fine, Steve went on, his thumbs brushing your cheeks in a gesture so achingly soft, a lump of emotion formed in your throat.Â
âDid I do something?â
âNo, no, no, itâs nothingâreally,â you said in a rush, trying to shake your head and show him that you were being silly. But your reaction only had Steve frowning even more.
Gently, he scooped you up off the couch and deposited you on his lap, arranging your body so you sat across his thighs, your legs curled up while he wrapped one arm around your back. Once you were settled, he cupped your chin in his other hand and tilted your face up so he could look into your eyes.
âTell me, sunflower, please,â Steve rumbled, his final word a rasping plea that tugged so effectively at your heart, you couldnât help but do as he so sweetly asked.Â
âI just thought weâd spend a little more time working on these together, thatâs all,â you mumbled, dropping your gaze to the corner of Steveâs mouth, which was turned down in a slight frown. You wanted to reach up and smooth away that unhappy curve with your fingers, but you knew it wouldnât work. Steve could be stubborn when he wanted.Â
âIâm sorry, buttercup,â Steve said in a hushed, regretful voice, ducking his head and pressing an apologetic kiss to your forehead.
You let out a soft, happy sigh as your eyes fluttered closed and you sank into the warmth of Steveâs body, snuggling deeper into his chest. You were wearing one of Steveâs sweatshirts and a pair of leggings, so you werenât necessarily cold, but you enjoyed the heat that emanated from him all the same.
âItâs ok, Steve, really,â you whispered, meaning the reassuring words more than you had a moment ago. Your thoughts were already straying to what you and Steve could do with the rest of the night alone in his suiteâŠ
You tipped your face up toward his, pouting your lips in a wordless plea for a kiss.
A chuckle rumbled deep in Steveâs chest moments before his lips brushed against yours. You could feel the smile in the gentle press of his lips, and your mouth curved in an answering smile, a giggle building in your chest at how silly the two of you mustâve lookedâsmiling at each other with your lips pressed together.Â
But then Steveâs mouth pressed more firmly to yours, kissing you a little harder and a little longer, and the smile slipped off your face, your fingers curling into the soft cotton of his t-shirt. You tugged him closer as he deepened the kiss, his lips sliding slowly against yours like he had all the time in the world and didnât want to do anything other than kiss you.
The two of you sank deeper into the kiss together, your bodies growing heated and your hands beginning to wander. A hard bulge nudged against your thigh and Steve groaned into your mouth, and you suddenly had an idea.
Pulling away from Steve, you ended the kiss abruptly, a grin spreading across your face as you watched the big, blond man blink his way back into the present. He looked so cute all dazed out from kissing you that you took a moment to appreciate it before voicing your idea.
âI know how to make it more difficult for you to put Legos together so fast,â you said, your voice slightly wheezing as you worked to catch your breath. âWe just need some more Lego flowers.â
Steveâs kiss-swollen lips curved into a smile of his own. âI think we can manage that, honeysuckle,â he murmured, his expression filled with affection as he took in the excitement on your face. âJust one more kiss first.âÂ
He reeled you in for another slow, drugging kiss, his mouth stealing the smile from your lips, though you were happy to give it to him if he kept kissing you like it was all he wanted to do.
A little later in the evening, Steveâs suite in Avengers Tower was piled high with dozens and dozens of boxes filled with Lego botanicals of all sorts. There were boxes for sunflowers and daffodils, two types of flower bouquets, and even a whole heaping pile of cacti and succulents.Â
It was more than youâd ever know what to do with, but Steve looked so pleased with himself, all you could do was smile. If he wanted to spend the rest of his nights off with you, assembling Lego flowers, who were you to complain? It sounded like a dream come true.
âBought out everything from the Botanical Collection at the Lego store over on fifth,â Steve was saying proudly as he opened a couple daffodil sets, pouring out the plastic packages onto the coffee table while you watched him with amusement. Steve cut his eyes to you and smirked as he said, âI put it all on Tonyâs cardâdâyou think heâll notice, buttercup?â
You couldnât help yourself, you tossed your head back and cackled at that. You knew, as a member of the Avengersâ SHIELD support team, that Tony Stark had given all the members of the team access to his credit cards âfor emergencies only,â and you were frankly surprised no one else had thought to use it to prank him before.Â
When you finally got yourself under control and looked back at the mischievous Captain America, you shook your head at him. Your heart gave a little extra thump of delight when you saw the way Steve was looking at you, with so much happiness and affection, it made emotion clog your throat. It took you a full minute to gather your thoughts enough to answer his question.Â
âNah, thereâs no way,â you scoffed, but then you tilted your head to the side and really thought about it. Your eyes trailed over the boxes. There were just so many.Â
You figured Tony would leave something boring like financial statements to Pepper Potts, but there might be another way for Steveâs late-night Lego shopping spree to be used as a way to prank the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropistâŠ
âYâknow, he might notice something when Lego flowers start popping up all around the tower,â you said slowly, cutting your eyes to Steve and offering him your own impish smirk. âDo you wanna see how many we can put in his lab before he says something?â
Steveâs head tipped back and he gave a great, booming laugh that filled all the corners of his suite. When he looked back at you, his blue eyes were sparkling with playfulness and his mouth was spread in a wide grin.Â
âYouâre diabolical, daisy,â he rumbled, pulling you closer on the couch so he could catch your lips in a kiss.Â
It didnât last long, both of you were too busy laughing to deepen it, but you did throw a leg over Steveâs thighs so you could sit in his lap. When you finally pulled away, you quirked an eyebrow at him.
âYou up for the top secret mission, Cap?â you asked in a deceptively serious tone, the corners of your mouth flickering as you tried to hold back your grin. âYou gonna help me prank Tony Stark?â
âGladly,â Steve declared, wrapping his arms around your waist and tugging you closer.Â
All the evil plans that had been brewing in your mind disappeared when your heated core settled against the thick bulge in Steveâs sweatpants, a delighted gasp tumbling from your lips. Your gaze found Steveâs and a thrum of desire pulsed between your thighs when you saw how much his eyes had darkened.
âBut first,â he murmured, his hands sliding up your back beneath the sweatshirt you wore, making you tremble deliciously in his lap. âIâd like to hear more about how youâre planning to make it more difficult for me to assemble all these Lego flowers.â
Steveâs mouth captured yours in a searing kiss and it would be another long few minutes before you were able to actually tell him what you had planned for him.
âHah! Another daisy done,â you crowed, bouncing a little on Steveâs lap and dragging a deep groan from the man beneath you.
The movement of your body had shifted his cock inside you, his thick, sensitive length dragging against your warm, inner walls, which were hugging him tightly while you exulted in your accomplishment. Youâd managed to finish seven flowers since youâd put your plan into action, and you had no idea what kind of progress heâd made.
You did, however, know he was enjoying himself, if his deep moans and muffled groans were anything to go by. There was also the way his cock throbbed inside you every so often, like his body was encouraging yours to move, even though the point of your plan had been to sit still on his lap.
It had come to you earlier in the evening when youâd felt his hard bulge against your thighâthe only way to slow down Captain Americaâs super-soldier-enhanced intellect was to distract him. And youâd come up with the perfect way of distracting him.
Once youâd explained your plan to Steve, heâd been all too eager to enact it, sitting on the floor in front of the couch and pushing down the hem of his sweatpants so his cock had bobbed free. Youâd discarded your leggings and panties before lowering yourself down on his lap, taking his thick, hard length deep into your pussy while you straddled his legs.
For the next half hour or so, youâd been assembling Lego wildflowers on the couch cushions behind Steveâs shoulders and heâd been working away at his own box of daffodils on the coffee tableâall while trying not to get distracted by the way your pussy was dripping all over his thick cock.
Leaning back so you could catch Steveâs eye, you grinned at the pinkness in his cheeks and the slightly hazy look in his blue eyes.Â
âYou doing alright, captain?â you asked teasingly, your fingers trailing along Steveâs sharply cut jaw to turn his head so heâd look at you. His blue eyes were dark with lust as he blinked them into focus, a snarl of barely held restraint in the twist of his soft mouth. âItâs been a little while since you gave me any sort of update on how your flowers are coming along.â
You clenched your inner walls around Steveâs cock on the word âcomingâ as a way to taunt the large blond man, and were satisfied by the way he grunted in pleasure, his eyes sliding closed. Plastic clattered on the coffee table when his hands abandoned the daffodil heâd been assembling to grab your hips, like he couldnât stop himself from touching you any longer.
Steve huffed a laugh as he opened his eyes again, catching your gaze and groping your soft flesh a little roughly. He smirked when your mouth fell open and your eyes went heavy-lidded, his strong fingers working their way down to your ass as he kneaded your curves the way you likedâpossessively.
âWhen you said you had an idea to make things more difficult for me, I thought you meant a blindfold, or hiding the directions,â Steve rumbled, his smirk turning playful and mischievous.Â
His expression was your only warning, but you didnât have a chance to prepare yourself.Â
âNot this.â He thrust up from beneath you, slamming deep into your dripping pussy.
A moan wrenched free from your lips, pleasure bursting through your body at the friction of his cock dragging against your inner walls, the tip bullying against a spot inside you that had you seeing stars. You collapsed against Steveâs broad chest, gasping for air as you recovered from the single, brutal thrust.
It had been difficult to ignore the constant, throbbing perfection of Steve being inside you while you were cockwarming Captain America, but youâd done your best so that you could make headway in assembling your Lego wildflowers.
And, of course, it had become a stubborn stand-off between the two of you, where you both were holding out on giving in to your bodiesâ desires.Â
That hadnât stopped you from taunting Steve, though, and youâd told him there was only one thing he could do that would make you forget about the Lego flowers entirely. He just hadnât been willing to do itâbut you smirked into his neck as you caught your breath, thinking he was finally ready to be done with the stand-off.
âIf you want to fuck me, captain, you know what you have to do,â you purred in his ear, pulling away and nipping at his jaw, wringing another tortured groan from the super-soldier. âYou just have to admit Iâm the best Lego flower assembler in the tower.â
Steve had initially chuckled at your silly demand, playfully telling you heâd only admit such a thing when you assembled as many flowers as him.Â
But the way his cock throbbed inside you when you called him âcaptainâ and the way his hands were desperately groping your hips, ass and thighsâany soft part of you he could reach beneath your sweatshirtâtold you he had reached his limit. So, his next words didnât come as much of a surprise.
âYou are, honeysuckle, youâre the best Lego flower assembler in the whole fucking tower,â Steve rasped, his hips rocking slightly, like he simply couldnât stop himself from fucking you even a little bit. His fingers were digging deep into the soft flesh of your body, moving you back and forth to grind on his cock. âYouâre the best in the whole cityâplease, just let me fuck you, sunflower.â
Your breaths were catching in your throat as helpless whimpers and moans tumbled from your lips. The way Steve was jerking your body on his cock, like you were little more than a fuck toy for him to play with, was making your mind melt as heat cascaded through your body, settling heavily between your thighs.
It felt so goodâSteveâs cock grinding deep in your cunt, your wetness dripping down his hard length to soak his balls, your clit rubbing against the base of himâthat it took your mouth a moment to remember how to form more than unintelligible sounds of pleasure.Â
âYes,â you gasped finally, dragging the word from the depths of your desire-drenched mind. And once you started, you couldnât seem to stop, your hips rocking into Steveâs, meeting his grinding thrusts as you clung to his shoulders, your fingers buried in his soft hair. âPlease, captainâplease fuck me.â
âThank fuck,â Steve growled, wrapping you up tightly in his arms and pounding into you from below. He held you pinned to his broad chest and buried his face against you, his lips mouthing at the soft mounds of your tits through your sweatshirt. âYou feel so fucking good, buttercup, so warm and soft and fucking perfect wrapped around my cock.â
âOh god, oh fuck, Steve,â you babbled, spreading your thighs wider and splaying them further open so that Steve could slam deeper and deeper into your pussy, making your head spin with how good it felt, how wildly perfect it felt to be fucked by him. âYou fuck me so good, captainâplease, âm already so close, Steveâplease.âÂ
Your last word was a desperate, begging cry as your body trembled so violently in Steveâs arms that he had to hold you tighter to keep you right where he wanted you. Pleasure was coiled tightly in your core, and you knew you were seconds away from cumming. It was all you could do to gasp for air as you prepared to tip over the edge.
âCum for me, pretty girl,â Steve rumbled, lifting his head from your tits to drag his mouth along the line of your jaw until he found your lips. His kiss was so all-consuming, you almost missed the way he tilted your hips so your clit was grinding ruthlessly against his pelvic bone while he rocked up into you. âCum on your captainâs cock like the good girl I know you are.â
His command was rumbled against your lips before his mouth pressed back against you, his tongue plunging into you and swallowing your sounds of ecstasy as you shattered apart. You were undone by his words and the deliciously perfect way he worked your body.
The sheer force of your orgasm stole the breath from your lungs and you screamed, the sound muffled by Steveâs lips as he eagerly drank down the sound like it was his favorite thing in the world. Wave after wave of heated pleasure washed over your body and you moaned helplessly as your pussy clenched hard around Steveâs cock.
A groan ripped free from the depths of his chest and poured between your parted lips as he followed you over the edge, his hips rutting into you with hard thrusts that had you bouncing wildly on his cock.Â
If it wasnât for Steveâs arms still holding you firmly against his chest, you were sure you wouldâve lost your balance, but he kept you right where you were meant to beâon his cock while he emptied his balls into your cunt.
As Steve spilled himself inside you, your hands slid from his hair to hold his jaw in your palms. You kissed him through his release, licking his sounds of pleasure off his tongue and groaning at the delicious warmth that filled your body from head to toe.Â
Once Steveâs cock had been milked dry of all his cum, he rumbled a satisfied sound and finally loosened his hold on you. His big hands stroked up your spine and back down again, soothing your body as you relaxed against his chest, your mouths still moving together in an endless kiss.Â
Eventually, you pulled away from his mouth and let your head fall to his shoulder as your eyes slipped closed. A happy, contented sigh puffed from your lips and gusted against Steveâs neck, making him tremble slightly.
âSo,â you started when youâd finally caught your breath, your heart rate back to normal and matching the steady pounding in Steveâs chest where you were pressed together. âHow many flowers did you put together after I started cockwarming you, captain?â
Steve was quiet for so long, you half thought heâd fallen asleep against the couch, but then his hand squeezed your hip and he huffed an exasperated laugh.Â
âThree.â
Your cackling laugh was so loud, it filled every corner of Steveâs suite, and a moment later, Captain Americaâs booming chuckle joined the din to make a wonderful cacophony of joy in your little corner of Avengers Tower.Â
It seemed you had, in fact, figured out a way to make assembling legos with Captain America much more fairâand much more fun.Â
A week later, Tony Stark stormed into the Avengers Tower conference room where heâd gathered all the superheroes and their SHIELD support team for what heâd deemed an âurgentâ meeting.Â
You sat next to Steve, his hand on your thigh and his fingers twisted with yours as you tried not to look at each other. Both of you suspected you knew what the meeting was about, and you knew youâd both break if you made eye contact.
It didnât help matters when Tony slammed a small, potted Lego succulent on the glass table of the conference room, hard enough for the whole thing to tremble. A hush fell over the room as everyone stared at the irate Iron Man.
âWhere the hell are all these Legos coming from?!â he demanded, his seething gaze roving the room, making eye contact with every single person who sat around the table. When no one spoke, he went on. âThey keep popping up in my labâand theyâre starting to crowd my workstation. So who is it?â
You couldnât help yourself, you cut a sideways glance at Captain America, and had to press your lips even more tightly together to hold back a laugh.Â
Steveâs gaze was filled with so much mischievous amusement, you could feel a laugh clawing up your throat. As you looked at him, Steve let the corner of his mouth flicker in a smirk, and it was nearly your undoing. You looked away before you could snort and give yourself away.
Thankfully, Clint Barton piped up, telling the room heâd assumed Tony had been the one assembling the Lego flowers that had been showing up all over the tower. He noted heâd found them in the kitchen, the gym, both locker rooms, and plenty of other places.
Bruce Banner agreed with Clint, asking Tony if he hadnât picked up the hobby during one of his latest bouts of insomnia. It would make sense, Bruce reasoned, since most of the Legos seemed to be cropping up in Tonyâs lab.
Meanwhile, Thor had plucked the Lego succulent from Tony and was playing with the pieces, pulling them apart and putting them back together. He lifted his head with a goofy grin and nudged Phil Coulson, murmuring something about the tiny building toy being quite fun actually.
At the opposite end of the table, Nick Fury and Maria Hill shared an exasperated look, then began having a hushed conversation among themselves. You caught snippets of intel about the next mission the Avengers were set to go on, but that was less interesting to you than the reason for Tonyâs âurgentâ meeting so your gaze slide away to see how everyone else was reacting.
Across from you, Natasha Romanoff caught your eye. She flicked something tiny and pink across the glass surface of the conference table, so discretely, no one else noticed except Steve. He caught the pink thing in his hand as it tumbled over the edge toward your lap.
When the two of you glanced down at his open palm, you discovered the tiny pink thing was a Lego cherry blossom from one of the sets youâd assembled and left in the kitchen.Â
Looking back at Natasha, she was smirking, and there was an unmistakeable knowing glint in her eyes.
As you watched, though, she pinched two fingers together and twisted them near the corner of her mouth, like she was turning a key in a lock. Her message was clear: Nat knew the Legos were coming from you and Steve, but she wasnât going to say anything. Â
Both you and Steve let out silent sighs of relief.Â
The meeting went on for a little longer after that, though it didnât go anywhere. No one admitted to planting the Lego flowers around the tower, and Tony was still furious that he didnât know who was behind it.Â
Fury finally had to call an end to things when it looked like Tony and Thor were about to come to blows, the former convinced Thor was playing dumb about not knowing anything about Legos while the latter was grinning and egging him on.
Another week passed of Lego flowers and succulents appearing around the tower. Nat had taken to helping you and Steve, sneaking into Tonyâs lab while the two of you kept him distracted with speculation about who it could be. Clint caught you leaving a Lego cactus on Bruceâs desk, but he promised to keep your secret and even joined in on the fun just like Nat had.
It wasnât until the end of the month when Tony called another âurgentâ meeting that your prank was finally unmasked.Â
Tony had a sheaf of papers in one hand and a video disc in the other, claiming that Pepper had discovered the charges made to one of his cards at the Lego store over on fifth. Apparently, heâd talked the manager into giving him a copy of the security tapes from the night when theyâd been purchased, so he was about to uncover the culprit.
Once heâd announced all of this, Tony paused for dramatic effect, giving everyone in the room one last chance to come clean.
That time, when Steve cut his eyes to you, his mouth flickering with a smile, you couldnât keep it together. Steve and you both lost it, laughing so hard, tears began streaming down your faces while Nat and Clint shared a private, knowing chuckle.
Steve came clean about the prank and admitted it had been you and him the whole time. He even explained how youâd roped Clint and Nat into helping once theyâd discovered youâand both of them nodded to confirm Steve was telling the truth, grinning unrepentantly.
Tony took it all in stride, seemingly relieved to finally know the source of all the Legos. He did ask how Steve managed to spend so much money at the Lego store though. By his calculations, not even half of the Lego flowers Steve had purchased had popped up around the tower.
At that question, Steveâs cheeks pinkened a little and he admitted there was still a hefty pile of Lego boxes in his suite. You and him had spent plenty of nights assembling Legosâeven when you werenât getting distracted by cockwarming Captain Americaâbut there were still a lot left.Â
Squeezing his hand in your lap, you spoke up with a suggestion for a Lego night, where everyone could get together and assemble some Legos. It could be a fun opportunity of team bonding, you said.
Fury liked the idea so much, he approved it immediately, then wasted no time in calling an end to the âurgentâ meeting.
And that was how you ended up spending a night assembling Legos in Avengers Tower with Steve Rogers and the rest of team, laughing and talking and taking a much-needed break from the stresses of the world. It was the first of many wonderful nights.
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Now that I have sat with my thoughts for a couple of days, I want to talk about some things:
There are too many people trying to defend Caitlyn's actions, so I have to say: NOTHING, and I mean absolutely nothing, justifies fascism. "Oh but she's grieving and blahblahblah" you know who else was grieving?! The mother of the kid Jayce killed in season 1. You know who else?! Vi and Powder that saw enforcers murder their parents, just like many other children from Zaun. Caitlyn destroyed her mother's legacy in the police brutalityâąïž operation, you understand how fucked up this is? Her mother's recording is saying "the people from Zaun deserve to breathe," and she did it anyways. If you sympathise with Piltover, you're either part of the problem or naĂŻve enough to fall for fascist propaganda.
Ekko is the only real one. Not a single slightly evil bone in his body. Everything he does, he does for his people, not in a persuit of power, or revenge. He's genuinely good, so much so that he's willing to hang out with not only Heimerdinger, but also Jayce just so he could protect his community. He deserves so much better and I'll be heartbroken when he finds out that Vi was involved in Caitlyn's operation.
I don't know how Vi can forgive Caitlyn after what happened. I know I wouldn't. It just goes to show that you cannot trust that privileged people are going to be different just cause they were nice to you. Viktor found that out in season 1 and Vi is finding this out now.
Do you guys think the black rose is gonna pretend to be Mel?! I don't play LOL, but it is to my understanding that the black rose can make clones, so it'd be obvious that they're gonna take Mel's identity
Saw some people on twitter and tiktok (of course they were there) denying that jayvik has heavy romantic undertones by stating "they're friends! They're like brothers! Why everything has to be gay now?" and EVERYTHING HAS TO BE GAY CAUSE I SAID SO, NOW SHUT UP! But seriously though, I understand that to cishet viewers, their relationship might seem strictly platonic, 'cause they lack the eye that we, queer people, have for these things. And that's okay. Not everyone needs to understand the nuances of a homoerotic friendship. But in the same breath, they're quick to say that "Viktor was thinking about Sky, so obviously he's straight" and that pissed me off, cause: 1 - have you looked at him?; 2 - He feels responsible for her death (cause he was)! He's thinking about her because he feels GUILTY! that man was not interested in Sky whatsoever; 3 - it's so heteronormative to think that a man and a woman can't be friends, they're so adamant in denying jayvik cause "they're friends!" but they do the same fucking thing!; and finally 4 - HAVE YOU LOOKED AT HIM???
Anyone that sides with Piltover would probably be a zionist as well. I don't have to explain this.
The trio "Sevika, Jinx and Isha" is probably my favourite thing in Act 1, I just can't get enough of them.
#arcane season 2#arcane#vi arcane#caitlyn kiramman#caitvi#jinx arcane#ekko arcane#viktor arcane#jayce talis#sevika arcane#mel medarda#isha arcane#i'll edit this post later if i remember anything else i'd like to add#jayvik
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Not to be the little gremlin obsessed with Chappell Roan BUT⊠reader thinking Logan is too cool to want a proper relationship with them, so when things get physical they insist things are just âcasualâ in order to protect themselves from getting hurt. But secretly youâre in love with each other, so honestly, neither of you want things to be casual at all⊠(mutual pining my beloved) please & thank you!! Love you!
ahh hi hi avo I LOVE this song, and this request, and you - I could so see this being a situation that Logan and reader find themselves in. I had so much fun writing this, I hope you like it! (I added a couple winks to the lyrics as well.) đ thank you so much for sending this to me!!!
casual | variant!logan howlett x f!reader
1.2k | posessive!logan, fwb(???), use of alcohol, mutual pining, references to oral sex and PiV.
It doesnât matter that your heart flips when you look at him. Itâs Logan. Itâs just casual.
It certainly feels like a dream, watching your worlds collide.
The heft of Loganâs palm fitting into your friends as he shakes their hand - the five of you squeezed into your usual booth in the corner of the bar.
Youâd say the past couple weeks had seemed that way, as well. A late-night dose of bravery spiraling into something so raw and intense and real, that you feel like you could choke on it.
Even now, thereâs heat in your cheeks as your eyes flick his way. Something stirring in your chest at the way his other arm slings across the back of the booth almost possessively.
But like all dreams, there comes a moment where you have to wake up.
Because you know itâs not.
Because you know your feelings arenât requited. How could they be, when itâs Logan youâre talking about?
A legend.
A lone wolf.
Someone important, someone whose name carries a weight. Who saved the world, from what Wade tells you.
And youâre - you.
So even if you know what he looks like beneath that flannel, know what his mouth feels like when it presses against yours - what he sounds like, when he comes - you know that this is nothing.
Itâs casual. A distraction, for both of you.
And if thatâs how it has to be, then youâll do your best to show him youâre cool with it.
You just hadnât expected this moment to come so soon. It had been a genuine offer, your âyou wanna come with?â when the hour rolled around for your weekly trivia night.
Not thinking his head would cock to the side. The look heâd give you - that arched brow, as his fingers splayed out across your bare hip. Still crowded together on your couch, sweat-dewed.
The âsure, sweetheartâ that slipped out.
And now youâre introducing him as your friend - that quick history youâve perfected - rattling off the âyou know, Wade from workâs roommateâ even though Wade didnât work at the dealership anymore.
He had made enough of an impression that none of your friends had forgotten.
And you ignore the bitter jolt in your stomach, when all Logan does is hum.
You think you must have assumed right.
He doesnât correct you.
Logan quickly solidifies himself as an asset to the team. He gets a lot of the history questions that youâve always struggled with. A shy quirk of his lips when your friends cheer, and you get swept along with it.
His hand ending up on your thigh along the way. Squeezing, when you chime in. Almost as if forgetting - itâs easy to, when youâre having fun like this.
A low rasp in your ear, when the host takes a break.
âLemme get you another.â
You can only nod, as he eases out - taking your glass with him.
It only takes a second, before MJâs hand slaps down on yours.
âThatâs Logan?â She hisses - leaning forward, âThe one who-â
âYes.â You cut her off, ignoring the sideways glance her boyfriend gives you.
You never should have told her about that.
Had a hard enough time climbing into your car without thinking about it, yourself - the way he had man-handled you in the passenger seat. Thighs thrown over broad shoulders.
Fingers twined in his hair, as he made you moan in the dark parking garage. Too eager to make it up to your apartment.
She frowns, the words petering out, âBut I thought-â
Your teeth worry at your lower lip.
âYeah. Me too.â You sigh.
MJ knows how much you like him.
Really like him - butterflies, and everything. How itâs been years since you felt this way - slipping from you during that rushed phone call at 6 am the morning after your first night together.
Her eyebrows raise, and itâs a look you know well.
âItâs, you know.â Your hand waves, âItâs casual. Itâs-â
Itâs easier, this way.
Maybe if you keep repeating it, it wonât hurt as much when he moves on.
The look she shoots you is one of pity, just as a drink is set down in front of you.
Your teeth clicking against each other as the words are swallowed. Forcing a smile as Logan slips back in the booth next to you.
The next round starts a moment after, and itâs a welcome reprieve.
You miss the way his eyes narrow, as yours fix firmly on scorecard in front of you.
But you donât miss the way his hands stay folded on top of the table, for the rest of the night.
You suppose he must have remembered where he was.
âYou wanna come up?â
He lingers outside your apartment door, hands jammed into his pockets. That look from the bar is back - all dark, narrowed eyes.
A low sound in his throat, close to a scoff.
âThat what you want, sweetheart?â
Your eyebrows raise, âYeah. I do, I mean-, thatâs what we usually do, right?â
Heâs spent just about every night at your apartment. His things still scattered across your room. A leather jacket slung across the chair thatâs tucked against your vanity.
Loganâs lips twist at the edges, eyes dropping.
âSuppose we do.â Those hands slip from his pocket, crossing over his chest, âBack when I thought we knew what we were doing. But nowâŠâ
His head shakes. A tick in his jaw.
Your stomach drops.
âWhat do you mean?â
Logan huffs, âThe bar, baby. Is that how you really feel?â
A step closer, until heâs caging you in. Voice dropping, rough and low - near gritted out.
âDoes this,â His fingers flick between your chest and his, âfeel casual to you?â
Your heartbeat gallops behind your ribs.
âI thought-,â You manage, âThought thatâs what you wanted.â
Heâs too close, now. The dip of his head, those eyes burning in their shades of brown and gold.
âNow, why would you think that?â
You swallow, âBecause youâre you, and Iâm-â
âYouâre?â He prompts, but you go silent.
A sigh, when your head dips.
Unable to say it out loud.
âDriving me crazy all night, you know that?â He rasps, âGiving me those looks. Calling me your friend, when we both know your mouth was around my cock this morning.â
A low rumble in his throat, âWhen I still taste like you.â
Your breath hitches, as his hand thumbs at your jaw, tilting it up.
âLemme ask you again.â His mouth is close enough now to ghost against yours, âIs that how you really feel?â
Your head shakes.
âWanna be yours.â
Itâs breathed out, just as he kisses you.
His body pressing flush, as your hands twine around his neck. A palm around the back of his neck, pulling him closer as he deepens it.
Desire thrumming to life inside you, washing out the dregs of insecurity that youâve been carrying this whole time. Melting them away completely with the hungry sweep of his tongue, the way he swallows your soft moan.
Thereâs a flash of white when he finally leans back, with the curve of his lips.
âGood.â
His hand closes around the knob. A rough twist, as his another arm wraps around your waist.
Walking you backwards, into the dark.
âThe let me show you exactly how I feel.â
thank you so much, again!! đ
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thinking about teen satosugu who miss you a lot when you go on long missions.
itâs kinda funny, actually, how the strongest duo of jujutsu sorcerers act in your absence. unfortunately, solo missions arenât uncommon for the three of you, and long missions are especially dreadful.
especially when you are the one assigned to go on the long mission by yourself.
the two are subtly closer on the days before you have to leave. whether you notice it or not, you donât comment on the amount of times gojo has thrown an arm over your shoulders or how often your fingers brush against getoâs since heâs standing so close.
and when you finally depart from jujutsu high, you bet theyâre blowing up your phone with random texts of asking about your wellbeing, how the mission was going, etc.
back in the quarters of the school, gojo and geto are miserable. donât get me wrong, on the first couple of days theyâre fine. but come around the third or fourth day without you there, they resort to borrowing your things.
so what if gojo has one of your shirts? he just forgot to do his laundry. and maybe geto took a bottle of your shampoo. he coincidentally ran out of his!
but on one particular solo mission, youâre gone for two weeks. thatâs the longest theyâve ever went without seeing youâshoko, their junior classmates, and even yaga himself, were starting to get concerned for them.
by the end of the first week theyâre convinced that gojo is going to start firing off blues left ân right, and geto might summon the rainbow dragon at every little inconvenience.
one night, the lack of you gets so unbearable that gojo finds himself tiptoeing down the halls, his feet leading him to your dorm.
when he opens it, heâs greeted with the sight of suguru already inside, frozen as he looks at satoru like a deer in headlights.
âsatoru?â
âsuguru?â
gojo blinks owlishly, confused. geto looks to be in a similar state as him, restless like he couldnât sleep. âwhat are you doing in their room?â
âi could ask you the same thing,â suguru shoots back.
ââŠi forgot something.â
a blatant lie, and they both know it.
when suguru gives him a pointed, unconvinced look, satoru holds his hands up with a sigh, âokay, fine, fine. i was..â
âmissing them?â suguru fills in, his head tilting and bangs falling over his eyes messily, and satoru has the strong urge to brush them to the side.
instead, he nods and closes the door behind him. as if in silent agreement, they both approach your dorm bed. they share a knowing glance before climbing in.
itâs a hilarious struggle at firstâtheyâre unbelievably tall and the dorm beds arenât built to hold two muscular teenagers over six feet.
âmove.â
âno, you move, my arm was there first.â
âyouâre going to elbow me!â
âdonât make me kick you off the bed!â
it doesnât matter, âcause eventually they end up cuddling some time throughout the night, whether it was intentional or not. a warm bundle of entangled limbs with your scent clinging onto the blanket and pillows.
and it then becomes a routine with you gone. they meet in your dorm during the dead of night to seek comfort in each other and your thingsâmainly your bed.
when you finally return from your mission, theyâre back to normal if anything, praising your efforts and welcoming you back to jujutsu high like they didnât spend most of the time wallowing after your departure.
so when youâre assigned another solo mission, just imagine your surprise when you return early for once, only to find the pair of boys snuggling underneath your blanket.
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book lover | s.j
in which youâre trying to read your book and jake gets needy.
pairing: jake x fem!reader
includes: rough jake, blowjobs, nipple play, choking, unprotected sex, cumming inside, masturbating, finger sucking, fingering (lmk if i missed anything).
you were so effortlessly pretty. literally effortless. you were laying there on the couch, your face glued to the book youâd been reading for the past couple of days. jake thought you looked good. really good.
the fireplace was on, an orange glow reflecting on your smooth face, making you look somehow even more beautiful.
jake was sat on the other end of the couch, your socked feet curled in his lap. he side eyed you, hoping youâd pay him some attention, but you were too entranced in the world of your book.
he brought his hands to your feet and began giving them a massage, thinking maybe that would get your attention, but it was like you didnât even notice.
jake let out a loud, dramatic, sigh, finally capturing your attention.
âwhat is it?â you asked, tearing your gaze from the book.
ânothing, why?â he responded.
âoh,â you shrugged. âthought you needed something.â
he frowned as you went back to your book. that didnât work out how he wanted it to.
he waited a few more minutes, occasionally looking over at you, but you were still so engrossed in something else that wasnât him and it was starting to piss him off.
there was one way he knew for certain would get your attention.
he softly pushed your feet off his lap, which you unsurprisingly didnât even notice. he kept his eye on you as he brought his hand to his bulge, palming himself until he built up an erection. just by staring at you, he was getting harder by the second.
eventually, just rubbing himself over his pants wasnât enough anymore, so he slid his hand underneath his waistband and his boxers, grabbing his bare cock with no interference.
he sighed in relief at the contact, watching you to see if youâd notice, but you didnât. he jut his bottom lip out, pouting at how it felt like you were ignoring him when you really just didnât realize what he was doing.
he pulled his dick out of his pants and wrapped his hand around it tightly, dragging it up and down his length. a little bead of precum gathered at his slit which he let trickle down the side of his cock, the sensation making him shiver. he then smeared it around his tip, moaning out at the feeling.
âwhat the hell are you doing?â you asked, finally noticing him.
âjerking off,â he said through a deep breath, starting to feel really good now that heâd been caught.
âyeah, i can see that,â you replied, setting your book to the side.
for a moment, you decided to just watch. it didnât take long for yourself to start feeling worked up, seeing your boyfriend touch himself and be so into it.
âfeel good?â you asked.
âfeels so fucking good,â he answered, looking at you through dark hooded eyes. âwish it was you.â
âi bet,â you answered.
he frowned, rubbing his thumb over his slit and twitching. he let a wad of saliva trickle out of his mouth and land on his tip, using it to help his hand glide easier.
you bit your lip, watching your boyfriendâs hand speed up around his cock, already working to make himself cum.
you watched for a few minutes before deciding to involve yourself. you sat up on your knees and crawled over to him. he immediately grabbed you by the hair on the back of your head and pushed your mouth onto his cock.
jake threw his head back against the couch as soon as he felt your warm throat wrapped around him. he kept his grip on your hair, giving you no choice but to suck him off.
you gagged around his length, saliva spilling out of your mouth and down the sides of his cock, which he loved. he loved when you were messy, which it was hard not to be when he was gagging you like that.
âfuck yeah,â he groaned, lifting his head to watch you suck it.
he could feel his tip hit the back of your throat and he jutted his hips up just a bit, just to test your limits. you clenched your hands into fists, looking up at him through your eyelashes.
âgood girl,â he cooed, speaking to you like you were a dog.
he even patted your head, loosening his grip ever so slightly.
he gave you a second to come up for air which you took full advantage of, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath.
jake grabbed your chin, smiling at your fucked out face.
âcâmere,â he urged.
you sat on his bare lap and he immediately pressed his lips to yours, licking up your saliva and his precum that was smeared all over your lips. you panted against his mouth, your breathing rate still not back to normal.
youâd wondered what had gotten into jake. he could be rough at times but it was rare. if anything, he usually was game to let you be the one running the show, but you could tell that was not how it was going to go tonight.
his hands were suddenly on your waist and he was pushing your sweater up and over your head, tossing it onto the floor. youâd gone braless today and jake thanked whatever god was out there that you did, needing his mouth on your pretty tits immediately.
he moaned as he took a hard nipple into his mouth, suctioning his lips around and sucking on it like he truly hoped something would come out of it.
with his other hand, he gripped his cock and started stroking it again. there was even more precum now, enough that it couldâve passed as a small load, but it wasnât. he was just incredibly aroused and it showed.
he gathered the precum on his fingers and brought them up to your lips. he didnât even need to ask you to open your mouth, you just did so, and he knew then that he trained you well.
you wrapped your lips around his long fingers, sucking on them and swallowing the salty taste of his precum.
he switched to your other nipple, leaving the one he had been sucking on wet to the cool air. it didnât go unnoticed to him the way you were trying to subtly hump his leg, his fingers still pressed down on your tongue. he allowed it as it only fueled him to jerk his cock off harder.
he pulled back from your chest after another moment and grabbed your hips, laying you down on the couch. he tugged on your sweatpants and pulled them off your legs, leaving you in nothing but your panties.
he wanted to taste you so bad. he always did, but he just couldnât wait tonight. he needed to shove his cock inside you as deep as he could and just fuck you until his dick stopped working.
so, he pulled your panties down leaving you completely bare on the couch. he cock was fully drooling precum, a string dripping down onto your stomach.
he was quick to kick his sweatpants off his legs and pulled his shirt over his shoulders. he needed to feel his bare skin against your bare skin, which was exactly what he did as he pressed himself against you, kissing you again.
you moaned into the kiss, feeling his cock slide between your soaked folds. you slid your fingers through his dark hair, wrapping your legs around his waist to get into position.
he could tell you were eager, maybe just as eager as he was. he pulled back and lined his cock up with your drooling hole, pushing in slowly to feel himself break that barrier, to stretch out your tight, velvety walls.
âfuuuuck,â he groaned, eyes rolling back at the overwhelming sensation.
you whimpered, placing your hands on top of his over your waist.
you were absolutely covering his cock in your wetness, adding another layer to it that was just purely your arousal.
he pushed himself all the way inside your pussy until your pelvises were aligned. unmoving, he stayed there, relishing the feeling of his cock resting in you.
âmove,â you begged, needing to feel him do something other than just sitting there inside of you.
âhang on,â he mumbled.
he couldnât move. he would cum if he moved. he clenched his eyes shut, momentarily trying to take himself out of this situation in his mind so he didnât bust on the first thrust.
âplease,â you begged, raising your hips up to try and get some movement.
that one movement alone did it for him, just like he knew it would.
he choked on a moan, eyes still closed as he started to cum inside you. he was so embarrassed, he didnât even want to look. he wanted to pretend this wasnât happening. heâd fucked you a million times before and this had never happened. there was something about tonight, though, something that had taken over him.
you were speechless as you felt his hot ropes of cum stain your insides. nothing had even happened. you didnât understand why he was already cumming.
you stayed silent until he was finished, a sheen of sweat covering his body from the pure intensity of his first orgasm.
his eyes opened then and they were darker than before as he looked down at you.
âi said hang on,â he said sternly, angrily even, his fingertips digging into the skin on your waist.
âi didnât know you were about to cum,â you defended.
âit doesnât matter,â he retorted, a vein slightly bulging in his forehead. âlisten if i fucking tell you something.â
you swallowed, suddenly getting the chills at his change in demeanor.
âiâm sââ
he pulled out of you so quickly and suddenly that it hurt, making you shut up your own apology. his cum came spilling out of you like a broken dam and dripped down onto the couch.
you watched him with anticipation, not knowing what was going to happen next but just hoping he wouldnât leave you there without making you cum first.
âget on your stomach,â he demanded.
you nodded, your nervousness evident. you quickly laid down on your stomach, still nervous but excited for what he would do now.
he grabbed your waist and pulled your hips up. his cum still slowly trickled out of you, leaking down your sticky thighs.
you suddenly felt his finger pry at your entrance before sliding in and feeling your warm pussy, full of his early release.
âjake,â you whined, wishing he would just put his dick back in you and fuck you like normal.
âshh,â he said. âlet me have my fun with you. i think itâs the least you could do, hm?â
you turned your head to the side, cheek pressed against the couch again.
âare you gonna fuck me?â you asked.
âi tried,â he said, sliding another finger into your pussy. âbut you just couldnât listen.â
âplease,â you cried out, your fingers clenched into fists at the side of your head. âi didnât know. please, i just need you to fuck me.â
jake cooed at your eagerness, at how you were begging for him now when you were never really one to beg. he did want to fuck you again, and he would, but he needed you to keep begging for it.
âi bet,â he said, purposely repeating your own words from earlier, which were now clearly biting you in the ass.
âplease,â you groaned, pushing your hips back on his fingers. âi canât wait. i just wanna cum.â
jake was a weak man when it came to you and he knew that. he wanted to make you wait just a little longer, but how could he when you were begging and needing him so sweetly?
he jerked himself off for a second again before realigning his tip with your entrance. he slid himself in again, twitching when he felt your walls pulsating around him.
âfuck!â you cried out. âthank you thank you thank you.â
âcanât say no to you,â he huffed, starting to thrust right away. âyouâre such a good girl, arenât you? just have to give my baby what she wants.â
âmmm yes!â you rasped, drooling onto the couch. âfeels so good, jake, oh my god.â
âi know,â he said, holding onto your hips as he fucked you nice and hard, watching your ass bounce back on his torso. âyouâre so warm, baby.â
ââm close,â you warned.
he wanted to ask, âalready?â but decided not to given the fact heâd just cum from merely being inside of you less than five minutes ago.
he rubbed the skin on your hips, silently urging you to let go, not just for yourself but for him too. nothing felt better than your walls clenching around him when you came and how wet and slippery your pussy became.
âjake!â you yelled, looking back at him with teary eyes and bright red cheeks. âiâm cumming!â
he moaned as he felt it and watched you go through it. your eyes rolled back into your head, your toes curling. you collapsed back down onto the couch and he continued fucking you through it, his stomach clenching from the sound of your wet pussy getting pounded by his cock.
âgood girl,â he cooed, rubbing your back as you attempted to calm down, which was hard since he was still fucking you at the same fast and hard pace.
he grabbed your hips again and pulled you up so you were on your knees with your back pressed against his chest. you were so tired and limp, he had to keep his arm around his stomach to keep you upright.
âfuck, my little doll,â he grunted, speeding his thrusts up even more, your entire body jolting. âmy little fuck doll, yeah?â
you just moaned, dazed, lolling your head back against his shoulder. with your neck exposed the way it was, jake couldnât resist.
he immediately wrapped his around your neck and squeezed, feeling his cock twitch uncontrollably. you let out a tiny sound, a gasp for air mixed with a tiny squeak and jake nearly came just from the sound alone. you were so innocent and perfect, letting him just fuck you like he needed without argument.
he squeezed your neck until your neck turned red and his hand left an imprint. he had to force himself to let go. but he wasnât done.
he let you catch your breath for a second before wrapping his entire arm around your neck like putting you in a chokehold, literally giving you no room to move and forced to take it.
but jake knew you liked it because you let out a yelp and were suddenly releasing all over his cock again without warning.
he released the chokehold after a few more seconds and kissed your neck, caressing it with his thumb.
âgood girl,â he praised. âiâm close.â
âplease,â you whispered, beyond exhausted and lightheaded at that point. âinside.â
âwant my cum inside of you again?â he asked, taunting you almost. you just nodded, looking up at him with shiny eyes. âokay, baby. iâll give my good girl what she wants.â
he fucked his cock into you a few more times before he was releasing his second load deep inside your cunt, marking your walls up all over again.
he was dripping sweat, his fingers pressed against your clit as he came, his orgasm lasting even longer than the first. he was practically shaking by the end of it.
once you were both done, he helped lay you down on the couch and covered you up with one of the throw blankets.
he immediately got you a glass of water, worry overcoming him because heâd never been so rough with you before and you hadnât uttered a word in minutes.
âdrink,â he urged, handing you the glass of cool water. you took a few sips before handing the glass back to him. âare you okay?â
âmhm,â you said tiredly, offering a sly smile. âthat was really hot.â
âoh,â jake let out a sigh of relief. âyou scared me, baby. got so quiet, i thought i was too rough.â
âwell it was kinda hard to speak while you were choking me,â you joked. âbut Iâm exhausted now, baby. can we nap?â
âyeah, sweetheart,â he said, joining you in laying down.
you rested your head on his sweaty chest, immediately falling asleep as soon as he began running his fingers through your messy hair.
jake laid awake for a few minutes, replaying the scene that just occurred in his head until he too eventually fell asleep.
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a/n. idk why i decided to make him put reader in a chokehold i think i blacked out.
thanks for reading!! <3
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á„«áĄ. THATâS MY SISTER YOU BITCH
Summary: Despite Sarah and Rafeâs volatile relationship, thatâs your sister.
Warnings: Violence, illusions to sex, swearing.
You had a great day so far. You'd woken up to Rafe in between your legs, waking you up in the best way possible before he made you both breakfast as you watched him from the island. Sometimes you just liked to ponder on how lucky you were to have a boyfriend like Rafe. To everyone else, you were far from lucky but you liked it that way- knowing only you got the real Rafe Cameron.
Now, you were on your way back from grocery shopping, planning to make Rafe a romantic meal when he arrived back from work. Blasting music from your car speakers, you were completely in the zone. Until you drove up to the City Hall, glancing ahead you saw Kelce's red truck, which you thought nothing of until you saw him and his idiotic friends surrounding John B and Sarah.
Alarmed, you pulled up next to the truck, gathering the attention of everyone. Despite being a kook yourself, you were far different from the rest of them. You didn't care about pogues, to you they were like anyone else, in fact often you preferred the pogues in the Outer Banks to the kooks. Rafe's circle exclusively consisted of kooks, meaning you often received a lot of respect from kooks even though you spent a lot of your time arguing with them. Rafe didn't mind it, you were his girlfriend and lover, so if you wanted to yell he wouldn't stop you.
"Problem?" You asked, slamming your car door shut behind you. Just as Sarah hit the ground. Immediately you rushed towards Sarah. Yeah, Rafe and Sarah had problems they needed to get past but to you, Sarah was still as important as she was 2 years ago. You were proud of her for finding her true love and true friends, and you always let her know that you would always be there for her. And this time was no exception. Putting two and two together, you saw Ruthie standing much closer to Sarah than the other kooks who looked at her in shock.
They all stood stunned at your arrival, to be honest, you were probably the worst possible person to show up at that exact moment. Everyone knew your opinions on the Pogues were far more empathetic than the other kooks. "No, no problem" Kelce muttered, beginning to pull Ruthie and the others back from Sarah and John B, to which they happily obliged. Not on your watch.
"Oh no, don't stop on my accord guys. Please whatever you were going to do next. Do it." Walking over to them, Ruthie stood stunned at your arrival. Since she started dating Topper, you got a lot of joy out of berating her, publically. For once, she didn't back down at your words. "She needs to watch herself. She pushed me first, it was self-defence." Ruthie said, glancing behind you to see John B pulling Sarah to her feet.
Snorting you replied, "Ruthie, I'm not Shoupe. Don't start pleading your case, I don't care." She stalled at your response, for a moment thinking that you were on her side for pushing Sarah before you pulled her back to reality. Walking closer to her, edgingly slow, you pressed, "You think you're all big and mighty for pushing Sarah? She's 19 Ruthie, you're what? 21? Don't you think you should play with someone your own size?"
Behind you, John B and Sarah smirked at the group. Unbeknownst to you, Sarah was pregnant and John B was far too occupied to make sure Sarah was okay than to pick a fight with Kelce and his goons today. But you happily would, and even better so because who was going to fight back against the kook princess? Definitely not these ones.
âWell?â You pushed, as you stood toe to toe with Ruthie. You were growing impatient, Rafe would have finished work by now meaning that soon heâd come looking for you- and youâd rather give Ruthie a good couple punches before Rafe showed up.
âOkay times up.â Before she could even think, your fist sent her backwards onto the floor, just how Sarah had been when when you arrived. Groaning, she lifted her hands to cover her nose, assumably bleeding- hopefully broken if Rafeâs self defence lessons had done some good. âOh my god- I think you broke my nose. You bitch.â She shrieked, pulling her hands away to reveal blood beginning to pour from her nose.
Ruthie was nothing but a bully, a bully youâd had enough of tormenting the island. Your legs either side of her chest you crouched over her, âDonât worry you still look just as bad as before.â You muttered as you flew your fist back into her face that she left unguarded. Idiot. Her screaming began again, as you moved off from her, deciding that your two punches had done enough damage. Wow, youâd really have to thank Rafe for those lessons.
âJust wait until Topper hears about this, he will deal with you.â One of the other kooks muttered from behind Kelce. âYeah Iâm sure Topper will be sure to deal with me.â You laughed, Topper wouldnât touch a hair on your arm as long as you were dating Rafe- everyone knew that.
âYou want to fuck with someone, not Sarah.â You spat at them, watching Ruthie sadly pull herself to her feet, with the help of no one. âThatâs my sister you bitch. Now fuck off.â At your command, Kelce briskly walked back over to his truck, as the others followed just as fast, allowing you to turn back to John B and Sarah.
You were greeted to their smiling faces, both as grateful as each other. But you noticed, a twinge of emotion still lingering on Sarahâs face. Hearing you call her your sister in combination with her pregnancy hormones, was due to set her off to cry. Before she could get out any words, you spoke for her. âYou are my sister regardless of whatever is going on between you and Rafe. Youâre family.â Turning to John B, you continued, âThat extends to you, hubby.â You winked looking down at the ring on his finger.
With a red blush covering their faces, they praised you in thank yous. âDonât need to thank me for doing something Iâve been wanting to do for months.â Glancing back to see the red truck had disappeared.
âNow, you can thank me for warning you that Rafe will be here any minute and Iâm not sure you want to see him.â
âââââââââ
âBaby, please be more careful next time.â Rafe muttered, as he wrapped your knuckles in bandages. He was more than shocked to find you outside the city hall- alone- but with bloody knuckles. Only with the explanation, that you had an altercation with Ruthie, surprisingly over Sarah. He was confused to say the least, he wasnât even aware that Ruthie had a problem with his little sister. But the more he thought about it, of course she did- Topper still hadnât gotten over her.
âIn fact, there will be no next time. Ever.â Kissing your knuckles, he pulled you onto his chest as he lied back on your shared king bed. Stroking your hair, he let his mind wonder. Should he have been there to protect Sarah? But they hadnât had a good relationship in years, he couldnât just suddenly start caring for her. He also couldnât let you get into situations that could get you hurt over protecting Sarah.
You noticed his body still and you knew instantly his mind was wondering thinking about Sarah. Without moving your head from his chest you spoke, âRafe. I love Sarah. I know you have a difficult relationship at the moment and whilst you canât protect her I will.â Letting the silence sit between you for a moment, you decided to continue.
âSheâs our only family, Rafe.â He didnât move, but you both knew how right you were. She was all you had left. âI know baby, I know.â He whispered, laying a kiss on the top of your head, before he let his mind slip back into imagining how he can rectify this broken relationship with his sister.
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Iâm Sorry (Rafe Cameron)
Description: Rafe didnât tell the Pogues that Y/N (his wife and their ex best friend) (and JJâs ex) would be on this trip to get the crown with them.
Word Count: 2,558
Rafe didnât tell the pogues that his wife, their ex best friend, would be on the boat. JJ and her dated for a while but things didnât work out and she ended up in the arms of Rafe Cameron.
The pogues disowned her after they found out that she was dating him. She was heartbroken and Rafe put her heart back together. She was with him while he stirred the boat. The others outside the door talking about them.
She knew that they didnât trust Rafe and they probably didn't trust her. She didnât blame them but she had hoped that this would make them see that they could trust them, mostly her. âRafe, Y/N.â John B said the coupleâs names.
They both turned to look at the group that was by the door. âHey guys.â Y/N said but her voice was quiet. She hadnât talked to them in so long and to hear her name fall from his lips was crazy. âWe just want peace.â That would have been simple until JJ decided to punch him.
Y/N felt rage through her body at him doing that. Almost like JJ had always wanted to do that, probably has. âREALLY?â Y/N yelled at him. âI donât trust him, none of us do. Not sure if we even trust you.â He said. That had hurt her a lot.
She wasnât the reason their relationship ended, it was him. Rafe fixed her and sure he wasnât the best guy but it was enough for her. âIâm not the one who fucked you over JJ, you fucked over me.â Y/N said.Â
Y/N waited for Rafe to wake up. It was a battle but she convinced them not to tie him up. She had food and pain killers waiting for him. He woke a few hours after the incident and looked around, âHey babe. I brought you some food and painkillers.â Y/N told him.
He was pissed and wanted them off the boat after that but again Y/N had to convince him not too. âHe punched me. Letâs not pretend that this is just about me not being trustworthy.â Rafe said to her as they ate. Y/N raised her eyebrows.
He was probably right. âYeah well that was 3 years ago, Rafe.â She was over it and was even ready to forgive him but JJ didnât feel the same. Maybe JJ was still in love with her after all.Â
The boat started to rock like crazy causing them to get up and see what was going on. It was a disaster waiting to happen. The boat was crashing into the water and flooding. âGuys whatâs going on?â She asked. âThe storm.â Kie said. Y/N managed to make her way to where John B was.
JJ and Sarah are also there. It was bad, so bad to the point that Y/N ended up in the water. âY/N.â JJ yelled and grabbed a raft and threw it in the water. âIâm coming.â He yelled and jumped in the water after her.
Rafe got there just in time to see them get covered by a big wave. He screamed his wifeâs name and Sarah managed to hold him back so they didnât lose more people.Â
Rafe was crying and freaking out. The others had hope that they would turn up but Rafe had lost too much. They all felt bad and guilty that they treated them like that and realized that they arenât bad people. Y/N never was and she might be dead. Sarah couldnât help but cry.
Maybe it was the guilt or the sadness but she was crying so hard. Rafe was thinking about it so much. His wife was most likely dead and JJ jumped in after her. If they were alive he couldnât even be mad about it. What if JJ had saved her life but what if she realized that she still loved him?
Rafe was deep in thought that he didnât realize John B looking out in the distance at two people. âGuys.â Everyone looked over at the two people walking towards them. Rafe jumped up and ran to them. As he got closer he saw his wife and he laughed in relief.
She saw him and ran to him as well until they collapsed on the ground in a hug. Both of them were crying and saying that they love one another. JJ watched as the couple kissed and laughed in relief. He saved her life and though she was thankful, she was not going to leave rafe for him.Â
âI saved her life.â JJ tells the others as they all sit around the fire. âAnd I am thankful for that JJ.â She said to him. He couldnât meet her eyes, why was it that he thought she would love him all over again now? âThanks for saving her.â Rafe said to him.
Everyone was shocked by that but also it made sense. Y/N was his wife after all. Rafe wanted to be mad and yell at him but he couldnât. She might not be alive if it wasnât for him. But the thought of JJ and her together sickened him. Rafe wasnât an idiot and saw right through JJ.
He knew that JJ was hoping for her to love him again and thatâs what scared him. What broke him out of his thoughts was her yawning in his arms. âWell, Iâm tired. Goodnight guys.â She said. Rafe followed her to where she was sleeping and laid down next to her. He pulled her body right up against his and he felt her snuggle up against him.  Â
Hearing that Sarah was pregnant actually made Y/N happy. She knew that John B and Sarah would be good parents and she was very excited for them. Rafe and her wanted kids but Rafe was scared. He never wanted to treat his kids the way he was treated.
Sure he loved his dad but it wasnât a hidden fact that he wasnât the greatest dad. But Rafe had no reaction to hearing that Sarah was pregnant. Y/N wanted to ask him about it but they really had no time. When Rafe almost got arrested for something the others did, it slipped her mind.
And Rafe had a lot of questions for her when they were walking around. âDid he try anything after saving you?â He asked after buying them clothes. âNo. We barely talked.â Which was true. She thanked him and even hugged him but besides that they didnât talk. âDid he tell you that he was still in love with you?â She looked at him like he had three heads. She shook her head, âNo because he isnât.â Rafe wanted to argue that factor but instead asked another question.
âDo you feel anything for him after that?â âRafe, what?â She asked. âHe saved your life and did something I couldnât.â She rolled her eyes and huffed. Whether he was going to admit it or not she knew that was his worst fear. âRafe, I can assure you I donât love him. I love you.â She tells him.
Before he could respond he notices someone and pulls Y/N with him up against the wall. The people were talking about Groff. They listened and figured that he was close by.Â
Rafe didnât wanna leave her alone so he bought her a four wheeler and told her once he has Groff to speed off with them. She nods and waits for her man as he kicks some ass and gets Groff. Before Groff could say anything to her they drove off. She followed Rafe to wherever it was that he was headed.
She got off the four wheeler and Rafe immediately started to question Groff. Groff didnât even get to say anything to Y/N with how Rafe was questioning him. Groff didnât have the money anymore but he had the map to the treasure. Y/N gasped when they started fighting and Rafe took those things from him.
The Pendant was beautiful. Y/N couldnât wait to wear it but that slipped her mind as Rafe pushed him in the well. âHAHA CHECKMATE BITCH.â Y/N bit her lip, finding that hot but knew it wasnât the right time. He handed her the pendant and she put it on. âIt looks beautiful on you.â He winks at her. She smiled at him and he looked at the map. They had a long way to go.Â
âYou know it was really hot when you pushed Groff into that well.â She said to him. He looked over at her and smirked, âMy wife is a freak.â She laughed at him and shook her head, âAnything you do I find hot, Rafe.â He looked back at the map as they walked.
âYeah well I would love to fuck you right now after hearing that but we gotta get our money first.â She sighed. It was truly unfortunate that they couldnât. âGive me the pendant.â He says and she takes it off and hands it to him.
He tries to read the map with it but gets frustrated. âHere.â She said and took the necklace from him. She used to do this treasure hunting stuff with the pogues all the time. He smiled as he watched her figure it out.Â
Rafe, who had the map in his hand, held up his hands as they were held at gunpoint. Y/N also held up her hands and looked at her husband, nervously. âLet her go she has nothing to do with this.â Rafe tries but they donât care. âDrop the map.â Rafe nods and announces that heâs doing it slowly.
Y/N couldnât look anywhere but her husband, missing her old friends ready to shoot the guys holding them hostage. It was in a flash of a second that Sarah shot at them and Rafe took Y/Nâs hand and they ran. The pogues followed them. Rafe picked Y/N up and ran faster. She told him to wait as she saw the pogues but he didnât listen until they barged through the door. âNext time weâll let you get shot.â Kie tells him but Y/N thanks her. He sets Y/N down but still has the map. âGroff didnât have the money.â She says to the others.
âHand over the map.â Y/N looks at Rafe knowing he wouldnât go down without a fight. âRafe, baby give them it. They know what they are doing.â He looks at her, âYou also know.â While that was true this was their fight now. âDad would want us to work together.â Rafe was about to break. He believed that Sarah killed him. Y/N didnât. âRafe, they are willing to work together.â Y/N tries but he yells at Sarah saying that he couldnât trust her because of Ward. âDad died saving me. I was gonna die.â Y/N felt tears in her own eyes. âYouâre so quick to blame me for everything.â That was true. âYouâre gonna leave me just like everyone else in my life has besides Y/N. Sheâs the only one keeping me going. Youâll ruin that. Heâs trying to ruin that.â Rafe pointed at JJ.
JJ stayed silent as Sarah talked to him, âIâm all you have.â âBaby look at me. Sheâs telling the truth. I know them baby, they arenât bad people. Nothing will ever come between us.â Her heart broke at the sight of him crying. âWeâll still get our cut?â Rafe asked Sarah. âYes.â He goes to hand her the map but she pushes it away and she hugs him. Y/n smiled at the sight and rubbed his back as he tried to hold back tears.Â
âHun, Iâm going down there to stop them.â âNo.â âRafe, they are killers.â Kie said to him. He looks at the two of them. âIâm a killer too.â He says and if he said that at any other point, she would have been so turned on but right now they were on a mission. Kie and Y/N couldnât really see JJ but kept telling him to hurry up. He was trying but he was going to find it no matter what.
Y/N kept looking behind her hoping to see Rafe but she couldnât. She couldnât lose him and this was making her think she would. âJJ we have to go.â Kie yelled at him. He was reaching into the eye of the sand statue and it looked like he pulled something out but she couldnât be so sure.
The sand was everywhere. She heard yelling and cheering from him and smiled to herself. He got the crown. A few minutes later he showed them the crown and they all hugged. It was a nice feeling, one that she missed. They ran down to get the others and Y/Nâs mind was on her husband. She had to make sure he was okay.
She yelled his name as she looked for him but gasped as she saw Groff. She hid so he couldnât see her and he grabbed Kie. Y/N had to cover her mouth. She was hoping that he wouldnât hurt her but of course he was willing to trade her for the crown. They were so close.
Y/N watched as the trade was made and sighed in relief. She was glad her friends were okay. Sure she wanted the money back but their lives were and always will be more important. She turned to go find Rafe but heard Kie gasping. Y/N turned around and her eyes widened, her heart dropped and her soul left her body. Groff had stabbed JJ.
She didnât care anymore and ran over to him as Groff ran off. She thought about chasing him but didnât want to get killed. âJJ.â She cried and he looked at her. For once since they reunited he looked at her and he didnât look mad. Kie and her helped him to the ground.
âYouâre gonna be okay. We will get you out of here.â Kie said. JJ gave them a smile, âItâs okay.â âJJ we can get you help.â Y/N tells him. He looks over at her, âY/N Iâm sorry that I messed up with you and never gave you what you deserved.â âJJ I donât care about that stuff.â He could barely get out words but he had to tell her, âKie I never told you my wish.â Kie was crying.
âJJ itâs okayâŠâ âI have everything I could ever wish for right now.â He holds both of their hands. âMy best friend.â He looks at Kie. âAnd the woman Iâll always love.â He looks at Y/N. Y/N starts crying harder. âI love you both.â He said and his grip on their hands weakened. He was dead.
The others started showing up and everyone was crying. Rafe showed up and saw Y/N put JJâs hand in his lap. He couldnât even feel relief about this, nothing about it was. He wasnât jealous or mad cuz for once he knew that she was his and that no matter what they were together.
He got on the ground with her. âHey.â He said and she collapsed in his lap crying for her friend. âItâs okay baby. I understand and I promise you we will avenge him.â He whispered to her. One thing she learned about being married to Rafe Cameron was that he kept his word. Especially on Revenge.Â
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Roommate!Simon Riley that low-key enjoys fucking with your friends Y/N
subtle foreshadowing⊠I suppose I can dip into my nsfw Roommate!Simon Riley thoughts
Roommate!Simon Riley who shares a laundry bin with you, it had been agreed a long time ago that just doing a big load would be easier. you takes turns, knowingly stealing each otherâs clothes every couple days when the laundry is fresh out the machine. you know Simon took an oversized t-shirt you owned, but thatâs okay, you took his favorite gym hoodie
Roommate!Simon Riley who doesnât get embarrassed about his underwear being in the bin with yours, itâs all going in the machine anyways. that doesnât stop him from raising an eyebrow though when his favorite boxers go missing. he was sure he put them in with the dirties, well, the cleans now. he figures the machine ate it, or maybe theyâll show up some day by chance - he shrugs it off and separates his clothes from yours, snagging one of your oversized sweaters to lounge in later
Roommate!Simon Riley who freezes when he sees you on the couch that night. eyes wide and jaw slack, he canât bring himself to move. sat watching something on the tv - he canât be bothered to acknowledge whats playing - he stares at you, wearing his boxers as shorts. âHey, come watch thisâ Iâll catch you up since it just started. Iâm not pausing it though so you better pay attention.â, your words are all in one ear and out the other. suddenly his legs are moving on their own, stopping in front of you. he doesnât register what youâre saying, telling him to move because you canât see the tv, but then he speaks
Roommate!Simon Riley whose voice is deliciously deep, a little raspy from how his throat suddenly feels dry, âSâthat mine?â, he asks, eyeing his boxers. heâs never had such a hard time swallowing before, heartbeat erratic as you casually respond, âHuhâ oh, yeah. Theyâre really comfy, the fabrics nice.â. fabrics nice, yeah, he knows. âYouâ ya know those are boxers, right love?â, he asks, hands twitchy as you reply, âMhm, just borrowinâ them.â
CW: guilty wank, man is hopeless [kisses his cheek]
Roommate!Simon Riley whoâs a mess after that interaction. you wouldnât be able to tell by looking at him, but heâs losing it on the inside. heâs seen you be audacious with stealing his clothes before, taking his loose-fit tank tops that left little to the imagination on you, stealing clothes you knew he favored and parading around in them, but his boxers? that had him stalking back to his room, quick to turn on his heel before you could see his pants tent
heâs sweating, closes the door to his room a little harder than he meant to. god, he wants to go back out there and see you again, get an eyeful of how comfortable you looked - wearing his boxers like they were yours. you wouldnât know, and he canât help but think about it, but you had stolen his favorite pair. theyâre plain, a simple black pair, something he bought at the store because he needed new underwear. but when you wear them? they suddenly looked different, makes his heart hammer against his chest. it feels like he walked out into the living room and you wearing lingerie, not something he got for fifteen pounds
he feels a little guilty, shoving his jeans down his thighs as he sits down on his bed. youâre home, sat in the living room just down the hall, and hereâs Simon fishing his leaky cock out of his underwear. he really shouldnât, he should sneak into the bathroom for a cold shower, think about war and blood and bullets to get his boner down. but he isnât, heâs spitting into his palm and groaning, bringing his free hand up to cover his mouth - heâs never been good about keeping quiet. itâs not his fault you were out there wearing his clothes, you were the one that decided to look soâ so cozy and content in your makeshift shorts. domestic
when that word settles at the forefront of his brain Simonâs hips jerk, you looked domestic, wanting to watch some show with him. his leg jolts slightly, hand moving to shallowly pump his weeping head. maybe your friends are right, Simon does take care of you - could bend you over and make you sob his name - heâs basically your boyfriend, often mistaken for your husband. his thighs tense when he imagines a ring on your fingerâ no, his dog tags hanging from your neckâ god, holding you at night as an actual coupleâ
heâs choking out a moan, muffled and hoarse, as he coats his hand. eyes fluttering shut and breathing heavily, all his thoughts fly out the window as his cum drips down his fingers - all his thoughts except for one. heâs going to have to go back out there later to eat dinner with you, and oh, fuck, he sucks in a deep breath as he chubs up again
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Quine Harley wanted to give back to the community that helped her through so many hardships, so she put her degree to use and started offering complimentary therapy to anyone who needed it on the weekends. Her most recent client was odd to say the least, how he always wore that mask, how he always asked about patient confidentiality, how he only introduce himself as 'Joker', how long it took for him to open up, it was all very intriguing to Quine. Eventuality he started speaking casually with her and she realized how funny he was! One thing led to another and they decided to go out for coffee. A couple dates later she opened up about her family troubles, how her brother had died in prison a couple months ago.
One day he took her to an abandoned mall, he told her it was a special place but she didn't expect it too look like a city, he led her through the mall until he was stopped by someone who started arguing how he didn't want to bring her into this before stopping when he saw her, it was her brother, they don't know how long they hugged each other. Later they started catching up, he explained how they needed a doctor but how they couldn't really pay her, she accepted, Joker started speaking more openly to her after that about what he did, how he was always under threat by insane villains, Quine stopped him and asked him to clarify. He talked about their elaborate schemes, how deranged they were while she thought about how they showed such obvious signs, how they needed serious help, how she could maybe help them and how the least she could do was try. He was surprised by her but joyfully agreed to make her a costume, she was kinda excited for this, after all, she loved clown since she was young.
She wants to let the villains and goons heal and hopefully make allies, let them spill their anxieties and worries to The Harmless Harlequin.
Grey Bruce was eternally grateful for Mr. Bruce's generosity, he was so lucky to have been picked out of all the children from the orphanage, he overheard the children words laced with pity how he was a 'tax write-off' but what did they know? He was sure that under his uncaring exterior Wayne was a kind man at heart. Mr. Bruce was quite the busy man, Grey rarely saw him around the mansion, anytime he needed something one of the many butlers would provide, they were all named Alfred for some reason that he didn't quite get. It took a couple of months before he found Mr. Bruce in a strange cavern bellow the mansion, he was half wearing a bat costume and looked shocked to see him.
He revealed his secret persona of The Madbat to Grey, how he offered vicious criminals a change to reform themselves and contribute something of value to society at large, how the public perception of him was a necessary evil so he wouldn't be unnecessarily idolized, how the damage he caused was only necessary to stop even greater damage and how he wanted Grey to join him. Grey was amazed, here was a great opportunity to prove his worth to him! Mr. Bruce entrusted him with a suit of armor that has been in his family for generations, Grey thought for a moment that it looked similar to the dozens of armors lining the halls but he dismissed that thought as Mr. Bruce entrusted him with his loyal bodyguards. The armor was clunky so Grey decided to modify it, he took inspiration from the bird watching he used to do with his folks back at the circus, he treasured every memory he had of them.
You can count on Madbat's right hand Crimson Shrike to take care of the vicious criminals of the night.
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jilly x reader where the reader gets hypothermia
cw: symptoms of mild hypothermia, (implied?) freezing water, non-sexual nudity
poly!Jily x fem!reader ⥠1.2k words
James half carries you back to the cabin. This is partly because youâre shivering too hard to walk as quickly as youâd like, and partly because your legs simply wonât move the way you tell them to. Your wet lashes feel heavy with the ice crystals you imagine forming on them.Â
He passes you off to Lily while he unlocks the front door. She rubs one hand uselessly over your arm through your soaked coat, using the other to unstick a frigid piece of hair from your face.Â
They both help you inside. Set you down on the couch, and James makes a sound close to a laugh when you protest about getting wet on his motherâs cushions.Â
âStart a fire, please?â Lily is all business, panic making her stern. Or maybe not stern so much as resolved. Her features are set, green eyes alternating between worried and determined, but her hands are characteristically gentle as they unzip your coat and pull you out of it one arm at a time.Â
âLove?âÂ
You realize sheâs been talking to you. âHm?âÂ
Delicate brows pinch in either concern or relief. âHow do you feel, sweetheart?âÂ
âOh. Um.â Your chittering makes your words come out jolting and stilted. âCold.âÂ
âTired?â she asks. You put your arms up when she motions for you to, letting her lift your jumper over your head. The thought that youâre the only one getting undressed between your partners doesnât occur to you; you only know that Lily seems urgent, and you trust her.Â
âYeâyeah.âÂ
âI think we have an electric blanket around here somewhere,â says James. Heâs poking at a log in the fireplace, trying to provoke a bigger flame. âGet her closer to here, love.âÂ
âIâm still trying to get her out of her wet clothes. Can you help me?âÂ
James helps you to stand so Lily can tug your trousers off. They stick to your legs but crinkle oddly, stiff with ice. James kisses your temple and murmurs something you canât quite make out. You feel guilty for ruining what was meant to be a fun afternoon of ice skating on the pond near Jamesâ family cabin. Youâve never heard Lily shout like she did when the ice broke beneath you.Â
They wrap you up in an electric blanket and put your hair up in a towel to get it off your neck, and you let James massage warmth into your fingers while Lily makes something warm for you to drink.Â
âJamie,â she calls from the kitchen, âdo you all keep a thermometer here?âÂ
âUm, Iâm not sure,â replies James. âIf we did, itâd be in one of the drawers in the bathroom.âÂ
You hear your girlfriend whizz off in that direction.Â
âHow are you, angel?â James presses a couple of firm, warm kisses to your face, squeezing your hands. âDo you still feel tired?âÂ
âA little,â you admit. Your shivering has lessened, though. âIs it okay that we left our skates by the pond?âÂ
âWhat?â He gives a little laugh. âYeah, itâs fine. Thatâs not really the top concern right now, you know?âÂ
You frown. Itâs supposed to snow again tonight. âI donât want them to get buriedâŠâÂ
âIâll go get them later,â James reassures you. He kisses your nose. âDonât worry about that, lovebug. Just try to get warm, okay?âÂ
âI sort of feel like you guys are doing all the work for me.âÂ
Jamesâ laughs as Lily comes to sit beside you.Â
âHere, can you keep this in your mouth for me, please?â You nod, but when she slips the thermometer under your tongue she evidently makes a last-minute call to hold it herself instead. Lilyâs thumb drags heavily over your cheek. You notice her bottom lip looks colored and bitten.Â
âI think Iâm okayâŠâ you try to tell her, but stop when she shushes you gently.Â
âThatâs good, lovely, but donât talk with this in your mouth.â She gives you a terse smile.Â
James transfers both of your hands to one of his, using the other to squeeze her elbow consolingly. Both of your partners watch you intently as you wait.Â
When Lily deems it's been long enough and looks at the thermometer, her posture slumps with relief.Â
âOh, itâsâthatâs not so bad.âÂ
James grins, reading over her shoulder. âIt must be coming up,â he says confidently.Â
You offer your girlfriend a smile. âI told you, I think Iâm fine.âÂ
Lily makes a soft, strangled sound, eyebrows pinching in the moment before she throws her arms around you. You see some of your own surprise reflected in Jamesâ expression as you catch her, bringing her into the heated dome of your electric blanket with you.
âI didnât knowâŠI was really scared,â she confesses tearily, squeezing you around your neck.Â
You rub her back in an attempt to reassure her. Behind her, James is doing the same. He gets his arms around the both of you, holding your shoulders through the blanket.Â
âItâs alright,â he says. âWe must be doing something right, yeah? Or she wouldnât be getting better so quickly.âÂ
Lily exhales a shaky breath. âI am never, ever going ice skating again.âÂ
âYes, you are,â you tell her fondly.Â
âNo. And you shouldnât either! In fact, I hope our skates do get buried, and neither of you can ever find them.âÂ
You make a sound of protest, but James speaks over you, âAlright, lovely. We can let nature roll the dice tonight, if thatâs what you want.âÂ
âBut JamesââÂ
âAngel, you werenât witness to your own blue lips,â he tells you, rubbing your shoulder pacifyingly. âI think weâre permitted a bit of overreaction right now. I say bury the skates.âÂ
You give a little laugh. âYouâre both taking this too far. We donât have to use them, but thereâs no reason to leave perfectly good skates out there in the snow.âÂ
âMm, letâs say we return to that debate when youâre no longer shivering.âÂ
You all sit there for a while, holding each other while the fire crackles and warmth seeps into your fingertips. Lilyâs hands are actually quite cold around your neck, but you refuse to tell her lest she spring away from you. When the kettle starts to whistle, she sniffs and pulls away anyways, wiping under her eyes.Â
âIâve got it,â says James, standing with a kiss to each of your heads. âWhat are we having?âÂ
âHot chocolate.â She takes a breath, collecting herself. âShe needs something with sugar. Thanks, Jamie.âÂ
You smile at her. âYouâre so brilliant. How do you know that?âÂ
Lilyâs lips tilt slightly in response. âI read it somewhere.âÂ
âSo brilliant,â you repeat, kissing her softly on the lips. Theyâre noticeably warmer than yours, but you feel much more yourself than you had when you first got back to the cabin. âThanks for helping me.âÂ
She makes a scoffing sort of noise. It doesnât sound terribly derisive when itâs bent by fondness like this. Lily touches the backs of her fingers to your cheek, caressing. âYou donât have to thank us. Either of us,â she says. The tears have cleared from her eyes, leaving a raw caring in their wake. âWe love you. A lot.âÂ
Your heart feels more than sufficiently warmed as you close the gap between you again. âI love you a lot, too.â
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