#so i can imagine what the third one is like!

[traveler-at-heart]

A redhead a day (makes the doctor act gay)

Request by @natromilf - Surgeon!R, who is known for her precision, but acts all clumsy around Natasha.

Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Everyone makes mistakes.

Though some people can’t afford them. Like  you, and your line of work. One wrong move can lead to a deadly result.

It almost mirrors the life of the agents you operate on. Bad intel, a wrong turn, an ambush and the whole world can go to shit.

Which is why you take your job so seriously.

If their mission goes wrong, you’ll be there to pick up the pieces and put them back together.

That’s what you trained your whole life for and you were proud to serve SHIELD and the Avengers

Too bad med school didn’t teach you how to keep from acting like a fool when a pair of beautiful green eyes set on you.

The first time you see Natasha, you barely have time to process it was her. The Black Widow, who seems to be visiting someone, instead of looking for medical attention.

Still, you are intrigued by her presence (it was known she’d rather deal with any injuries alone). So much so, that you keep looking at her until you crash against the elevator doors.

“Shit” you mutter, your face burning up with embarrassment.

One of the interns rushes to your side, but her movements only draw further attention to you, and you sigh.

“All good, Elena” you say, hoping the next elevator comes soon.

Still, when you finally get inside and press the button to the second floor, your eyes meet Natasha’s once again.

When she winks at you while sporting a teasing smile, you wonder if she can read your very flustered thoughts.

—

That first impression was bad. You were hoping that if you ever saw Agent Romanoff again, that could be corrected.

Unfortunately for you, that is not the case.

It’s another day, between urgent calls and an extraction mission gone wrong. Three injured SHIELD agents under your care are enough to make the first twelve hours of your shift fly.

By the time you have a minute to sit down and rest, it’s close to midnight, your eyes heavy with exhaustion and missed sleep. But you still have to review charts and follow up with post ops, so going to the cafeteria will have to do.

“What a fucking night” your friend Daphne says, standing next to you as you pour some coffee in a disposable cup. This and the vending machines are your only choices in the middle of the night.

“Tell me about it” you sigh, adding sugar. That won’t make the dark beverage any better, but you gotta try. As you look up, you see Captain America walking down the hallway, face full of soot and suit torn in some places.

Right behind him, Natasha walks with purpose, frowning and reviewing a file. She looks busy enough, so you think you’re free to admire her without the woman noticing. But of course, she’s a trained spy. As soon as she feels someone staring, she turns to look at you.

“Damn, the Avengers are here, this must have been real bad” Daphne says next to you. You don’t listen.

Not when those green eyes are fixed on you, frown softening and the corner of those full, enticing lips turning into a playful smirk.

“Oh, careful. The coffee is super hot…”

It’s obvious you miss that part too, taking a large gulp to hide your blush.

“Fuck” you spit it out. “Oh, God, I have third degree burns, Daphne, help” you say like an idiot, tongue hanging out.

“I TOLD YOU TO BE CAREFUL” she barks, making some people stare.

Gosh, you just know Natasha was looking and must think you are a total idiot. Or maybe not, because when you finally recover from the burning sensation, she’s not standing next to Captain America.

Oh, maybe she didn’t see me.

“Hi, there”

You’ve never heard her voice before. And yet, you know it’s her.

You slowly turn to look at Natasha. She’s even more perfect than you imagined.

“Hot” you blurt out.

“Pardon?” she says, her voice dropping an octave.

“Coffe is hot. Uh, just keeping anyone from burning” you mumble, blushing madly.

“Oh, I’m not here for the coffee. I was told you were in charge of the injured agents. Could I get an update on them?”

“Right, of course. Come with me”

You walk next to Natasha, hiding your hands in the pockets of your labcoat.

“Agent Lusaque needed a liver resection. He’ll recover with no issues. Agents Palmer and Bryant, on the other hand…” you sigh, pulling out their charts from the nurse’s station. “Palmer is in the ICU, and Bryant will need a second surgery for that broken leg. But we need her BP to stabilize”

“Did you see anything significant in their injuries? Anything that stood out?”

“I’d say they are consistent with an IED, Agent”

“Yeah, that’s what I was afraid of. Old man wanted to wait for intelligence but sometimes you just know” Natasha sighs. You resist the urge to reach out and squeeze her shoulder. Her expression shifts to something neutral, and you know the moment of vulnerability is gone. “Well, I’ll let you get back to your hot coffee”

“Of course. If there’s anything I can do, please let me know”

“Will do. Bye, Doctor Y/L/N”

And with that, she’s gone.

—

For once, it’s a slow day. You discharged the agents that were involved in last week’s mission and are about to take a break, when you hear some cursing in one of the examination rooms.

“Everything ok?”

You’re expecting to see an intern struggling with an IV, but instead you’re greeted with the sight of Natasha trying to stitch herself. She looks from the gash in her leg to you, smiling.

“Yeah, all good”

“No! You’re not even wearing gloves!” you protest, looking horrified at how badly she’s doing. Before she can open her mouth to answer, you push her down the hospital bed, glaring. “Do not move”

“It’s just a small cut. And I don’t need anesthesia”

“Hush, Romanoff. Or I will place you on medical leave” you say, glaring at her.

You expect Natasha to apologize or at the very least look ashamed. But instead, she’s still smiling.

This is a nice change for her. She’s only seen you flustered, being a complete mess when she’s around. Now, though, your movements are calculated as you prepare the sutures and glove up.

“How did you do this?” you ask, your tone even. This must be routine for you.

“That’s classified” Natasha jokes with a little smile. You clear your throat, adjusting the light to focus on the gash.

“Doesn’t stop other agents from telling me”

“Who?” Natasha says, and you can’t help but laugh at her tone. She seems ready to kick their asses for sharing classified information.

“I’m kidding. They tell me family stuff, small things, really. It’s to keep them talking, if only to distract them from the pain. Sometimes I get good gossip, too”

Natasha watches you work in silence for a few moments. Even if she tries to act though, the needle piercing her skin always sends a shiver down her spine.

“I have a cat” she blurts out. For the first time since you started working, you look up. It’s Natasha’s turn to feel like a blubbering mess, admiring your beautiful eyes.

“That sounds nice”

“Do you like cats?” she winces at how lame she sounds, but you mistake it with pain.

“I’m sorry, I’m almost done. Yes. My father is a veterinarian and we had a family farm, so there were all types of animals around” in spite of yourself, you smile.

Now, you live in an all white world of sterile hallways and OR lights. But your days were once spent in the middle of feeding chickens, walking around the muddy fields and checking horses and cows.

“So, why not be a veterinarian?”

“I don’t know. I mean, I remember this one time where a worker fell and hurt his head. It took a while for help to get to us and my father left me alone with him while they found a doctor. But I wasn’t scared. I knew I could keep my cool around blood, unlike my sisters”

“That’s definitely helpful”

“Yeah, except when my Dad figured out I was the only one who’d be able to help so I’d work during school break” you laugh, remembering everything with a new light. You used to hate it back then, because it was early mornings and lots of work. But now it’s a fond memory.

“The rumors are true. Your work is impeccable” Natasha comments when you remove your gloves. “Where were you when that bullet went through my side?”

“That’s classified” you say, and feel a small surge of pride when she actually laughs. You stand up and look around for antibiotics.

“Is that really necessary?” Natasha grumbles, and you roll your eyes.

“An infection in the 21st centhury is the dumbest way to go. Take these for five days. And rest”

“Yes, Doctor”

“If you have any questions, page me” you say. Now that your hands and mind are not focused on the task of stitching her up, you’re aware of the fact you’re alone with Natasha in a room. If you stay here any longer, you’ll probably stab yourself with a needle or something even more idiotic.

“What if you’re not working?” Natasha calls when you walk to the door.

“Well, I’m sure someone else could…” you begin to say, completely oblivious about what she’s really asking.

“Or…”

“Yes?”

“I could get your phone number? For a consult, of course” she adds, smiling as you blush.

“Of course” you echo her words, pulling out a card and scribbling your number. “My personal number”

“Thanks, Doc” she says, lingering in the door for a second too long, and somehow getting out before you, who had been standing next to it for some time now.

Naturally, the second she’s out of sight, you pull the door to exit and it bounces against your foot, hitting your forehead.

“That’s more like it” you mumble, rubbing the spot.

At least she didn’t see it this time.

—

Your name is at the top of a list, but it doesn’t bring you any benefits, or enjoyment.

It means that when an Avenger gets hurt, you’re the first person they’ll page for surgery.

Two days ago, the code appeared suddenly in your pager and your heart dropped. You couldn’t help but think of Natasha, and guilt and shame invaded you in equal parts when you prayed it wasn’t her. The shame hit once you found out it was Barton, and you couldn’t help but feel relieved.

He had a bullet wound that went through and through, but you still decided to operate and clear your schedule to follow up every hour of his recovery. Clint had trusted you enough to introduce you to his family, to the point where you had been their doctor during the birth of Lila and Nathaniel.

Laura knew what happened, and was happy to hear you were overseeing his recovery. Barton was in good spirits, always welcoming any excuse to take leave and be at his farm.

So, as you both waited for his lab results, he began to throw cereal at you, saying he could aim exactly at your mouth even if you moved.

And he proves to be right, most of the time.

Because when Natasha walks in the room, you move your head to look at her and a piece of cereal hits you square in the eye.

“Barton!” you say, covering with one hand. “Oh, my God! I can’t go blind. I won’t operate again”

“You moved!” Clint protests.

“You said I could move!”

“Hey, it’s ok” Natasha says, kneeling in front of you. When you remove your hand and blink several times, you can tell she’s trying to hold back laughter. Glaring, you decide to swat her hand away, but then she’s craddling your face, smiling softly.

“I guess I’ll ask Fury for an eyepatch” you say after looking at her lips for a second too long.

Natasha rolls her eyes, and then turns to look at her friend.

“Maybe you should retire”

“I do more work at the farm than here, Tasha. I’m fine. Tell him, Doc?”

“Through and through, no shattered bones. But he still needs to rest” you say, standing up to take his results. You begin to go through everything, not paying attention to what Natasha and Clint are talking about.

Until…

“The mission can wait” he insists.

“You know I can’t”

“I’d feel better if you had someone with you. Take Steve, Wilson. Even Maximoff could be…”

“I’ll think about it” Natasha interrupts him. But her tone is clear; she’s not changing her mind.

Your stomach twists at the idea of Natasha being in a dangerous situation, which is stupid. For one, that’s her literal job and also, you’re just a doctor from SHIELD. She doesn’t care about you, and your own interest shouldn’t go beyond a professional capacity.

“You’re ready for discharge, Agent Barton” you say, trying to pretend you didn’t hear the exchange. “I’ll get the paperwork ready”

“Thank you, Doc”

You nod, leaving them to their conversation. You hope Clint can convince Natasha to postpone whatever mission she needs to go on, but you can’t say you’re optimistic about his chances.

While you review the paperwork, your mind goes back to the few text messages you’ve exchanged with Natasha ever since she asked for your number. Of course, it started out as a consultation over her stitches. You, checking up on her. Then, some random texts throughout the day. Still, nothing  that indicated she was thinking about asking you out.

Once you’re done with paperwork and run into her, you decide to take your chances.

“Hey, about what Clint said…”

“About working more when he’s home? He’s just being a baby, Laura…”

“No. The mission”

“That’s class…”

“Classified, I know. I just… promise to be careful. Please?” you fidget with your hands, looking at your feet.

“What? You don’t want to see me around?” she jokes.

“Not as a patient” you say, blushing at the way it comes across.

“So, maybe, when I’m back from that mission…” she says, smiling as she inches closer to you. Your breath hitches, but you don’t back down, or look away when her green eyes meet yours. “We can go out for dinner?”

“I’d like that”

Natasha nods, her hand reaching for yours as she leaves the hospital.

All you want is for her to come back, safe and sound.

—

We can’t always get what we want.

When you get paged, and see the code, you know it’s Natasha.

Daphne rushes right behind you, straight to the Medbay where Natasha’s getting evaluated.

Steve, Sam and Wanda are already there, but there’s another woman. She has blonde hair, and is wearing a suit you don’t recognise as something SHIELD agents use.

“Doctor…” Steve rushes to your side, but you shake your head.

“Tell me what happened. Now!”

Nurses and doctors step aside as you look at the X-rays, vitals and injuries. There’s a lot of blood, and Natasha is slipping in and out of consciousness.

“There was an explosion. Please, you have to help her” the blonde finally says. “Help my sister”

Those words make you falter for a second, but then BP’s crashing and you don’t have time to think about the fact that Natasha has a sister.

“We can’t wait. She has flail chest and her lung is collapsed. Page Lane, we’re moving to the OR now”

Everything becomes a blur, with people moving and prepping for surgery. The staff is trained for this and you have everything ready in under 5 minutes.

“Do you need anything else?” the head nurse says as you prepare to start.

“Silence. And focus. All of you. We’re gonna be here a long time”

7 hours, two units of blood and a lot of stitches later, Natasha is transferred to the ICU.

“I should have gone with her” Barton mumbles when you give the team an update. But he’s still wearing an armsling, and there’s no point in thinking about this now.

“Can I see her?” the woman who called Natasha her sister says, eyes red from crying.

“Later. Only staff can be at the ICU. I’ll stay with her, you go shower, eat something. Natasha needs to recover, she’ll be out of it for at least another day”

No one seems pleased with the idea of leaving the hospital, but Steve insists and they follow him, as usual. The blonde girl stays behind, and in that moment you realise she doesn’t even know Natasha’s friends.

To your surprise, she turns around and hugs you.

“Thank you. For saving her”

You wrap your arms around her shoulders, because it sucks that her sister is hurt and you can’t do more for her right now.

—-

For over 22 hours, you’ve been by Natasha’s  side. As soon as she’s out of the ICU, you call Yelena.

You give her an update on her status and what to expect. She listens, only showing emotion when she sees Natasha connected to all those machines.

“Is she… does it hurt her? Is she going to be ok?”

“Her body needs time to recover. But she’ll be fine. Natasha’s strong” you say, pushing back a strand of that fiery hair from her forehead. It’s silly, how much you miss her cheeky smile when you’re doing something stupid because she looks your way.

“So, you must be the girl she likes” Yelena says, making you look up.

“What?”

“While we were hiding, I asked her if she was seeing anyone. She told me she had a date with this cute doctor so we’d better hurry”

“Oh” you say, blushing. “Yeah, we were… going to dinner. When she came back”

“I’m sorry. It’s my fault”

“No, it isn’t. Natasha wouldn’t want you to think that. Come here, sit. You can stay for as long as you want” you lead her to the couch, sitting right next to her.

“I hadn’t seen her in so long” she whispers, a tear rolling down her cheek.

“It’s ok, Yelena. You’ll have plenty of time with your sister. She’s gonna be out of missions for at least a month. But she’ll probably be grumpy about it” you joke, and the blonde laughs.

Exhaustion finally catches up with both of you, and without realising, Yelena ends up asleep on your shoulder. With a sigh, you close your eyes, convincing yourself it will only be for a couple of minutes.

By the time you open your eyes, a raspy chuckle makes you look up.

“I knew Yelena would like you”

“You’re up” you say, letting the blonde rest against the couch and standing up to check Natasha. You go over her blood pressure, the IV and pupils, but are interrupted by her hands holding on to your wrists.

“Hi” she says, smiling up at you.

“Hello, Agent. Can I please finish my examination?”

“What do I get in return?”

“Getting discharged”

“Trying to get rid of me?” she taunts and you have to roll your eyes. It’s been almost two days since she almost died and here she is, being a smartass.

“You’re the one who went through all the trouble just to get out of our date” you joke. Natasha doesn’t get to protest, because Yelena wakes up, rushing to her side.

“Sestra! Are you ok?”

Yelena switches to Russian, talking so fast even Natasha has trouble keeping up with her.

“Let’s just calm down, ok? I’ll give you guys a minute” you say, smiling at Natasha as Yelena drags a chair to sit next to her sister. You have a feeling that there are some things they have to talk about.

—

Time goes by quickly, and before you know it, it’s been three weeks since Natasha’s surgery. You’ve been texting more frequently, but you’re not expecting to see her anytime soon. Between reconnecting with Yelena and recovery, she has more than enough on her plate.

Work is distracting, but not enough. During small breaks you do end up thinking about her, and missing her.

You think nothing of it when you get paged to do a follow up, as it is a slow day and you’re short staffed.

But when you open the door, Natasha is smiling at you, in that way that makes you act like a fool. The shock lasts a second, and then you worry.

“Hey. Are you feeling ok? Why are you here? Are you hurt? I told you not to train for another week” you spiral, getting ready to order X-rays and a CT scan immediately.

Natasha calls your name, once and then louder, when you don’t look up from her file.

“I just wanted to see you” she says, making you blush. “But there’s this thing too. Thought I should get it checked”

“Ok, what is it?”

“Well, in spite of all the rumors, I do have a heart. And it has been beating faster, and I get this feeling in my stomach…” she begins to say. You nod, pulling out your stethoscope.

Natasha watches with a smile as you listen to her heartbeat, thinking how adorable you look when you’re all focused. Without realising, your other hand goes to rest on her knee, and she can’t help but let out a sigh, wishing you could be even closer.

“Ok, I hear it. It’s beating a little bit faster” you say, still oblivious. “Is there anything specific triggering this…?”

“I have an idea” she says, her hands resting on your waist. You finally look up, eyes lingering on her lips. Natasha sees realisation in your features, and takes it as a sign to inch closer, her lips brushing against yours.

It’s quick and tender, but it still makes your knees weak.

Well, this is going to be a problem. No way you can go back to work now that this happened. You’ll be so distracted that you’ll end up running over someone with a wheelchair or something.

“Let’s check again. Just wanna make sure your heart is ok” you say, leaning forward. You feel Natasha smile into the kiss, hands pulling you against her.

“What did the doctor say? Ah, gross!” Yelena walks in a moment later. “I didn’t think you meant this kind of physical exam, Natasha”

“Get out!” Natasha shouts, and you have to laugh.

“Gladly” Yelena huffs, slamming the door. She adds a second later. “And I’m telling everyone at the Compound!”

“So annoying” Natasha mumbles, but turns to look at you with a smile. “Is it anything serious? Will I be ok, Doc?”

“Yeah, you just need to kiss me more so your body gets used to the feeling” you say, meeting her lips in another kiss.

“I can definitely do that”

[dumpywrites]

Plus One, Minus Feelings - Jeon Jungkook

Prompt: The classic let's pretend to be a couple for just a while. Nothing bad will happen, right?

Prompt request: HERE

Genre/tags: Fluff, friends to lovers, fake dating, jealous! Jungkook, goofball! Jungkook, reader is into another person for the first half (spoiler: Yoongi)

Pairing: Jungkook x she/her reader

Word count: 7.4k

a/n: this Jungkook has the personality of someone I know, so it's really easy to imagine him in this scenario lol

It was Saturday night at Jin’s house. A casual get-together routine in your friend group. His apartment condo being the biggest one out of everyone, it was natural that his place became the go-to base camp. 

You were on your third yapping session with Jihyo, with your feet crossed sitting on the floor, and your hands moving expressively. The girl was listening to your rambles, looking at you while sitting on the sofa and sipping her smoothie. You were about to enter your fourth story when you heard Jin calling your name from across the room. The man walked towards where you and Jihyo were, with another guy beside him, Jungkook. 

“You’re single, right?” The guy asked out of the blue. 

“Me?” You pointed to yourself, while still sitting on the floor. 

“Who else? Jihyo has a boyfriend.” He rolled his eyes sassily. 

You folded your arms. “You came here just to mock me?!”

“See! She’s single.” He told Jungkook with a sly smile. 

You raised one of your eyebrows. “Are you seriously trying to…”

“No, geez.” Jin chuckled. “Just ask her.” He said to the other guy. 

“Can you help me out? I need a plus one on a wedding.” Jungkook suddenly said. 

“Who’s getting married? And why me though???”

“My brother.”

“Oh, yeah hell no. I’m not going.” You quickly said. 

“Wha— Why??? I haven’t even told you the whole reason!” He said, lips trying so hard not to form a pout. 

“I don’t wanna get interviewed by your family, duh??? I’ll be fine if it’s just Jin’s wedding or something.”

“Yeah, we’re not gonna see that any time soon though…” Jihyo giggled. 

Jungkook ignored Jin’s loud protests and continued. “I made a bet with my brother and he said he’ll buy me the new Switch if I somehow bring someone to his wedding.” 

“I still don’t want to get interrogated by your parents, Kook.” You sighed. 

“Don’t worry! I’ll tell them. It’s just to fool my brother and all.” He nodded eagerly, hoping you’d buy his reasoning. “Please? I’ll even let you try the switch first.” 

“That’s not a good offer?!” You said in a high pitched voice. 

“I’ll get you one of those cute blind boxes…?” Jungkook offered in an unsure tone.

“Yeah, um… I like those but no.” 

“I’ll throw in a dozen of Krispy Kreme.”

“Deal.”

“That’s what gets you???” Jihyo laughed. 

“I was on Jungkook’s side, but yeah, what the hell?!” Jin joined. 

You shrugged. “I love donuts.” 

“Thank you so much!!!” Jungkook bent down on your level on the floor and side hugged you playfully.

“When is this wedding anyway?” You cringed and pushed him to the side. 

“Two weeks from now.”

You sighed, regretting your decision already. “Awesome.”

**

“Uh, what are you doing here?”

6PM on a Thursday night. The night air was chilly, but not too cold. You just stepped out from your office building, ready to head home, when you noticed Jungkook waiting outside. He was smoking, one hand holding his bud and the other was tucked inside the pocket of his extremely baggy pants. 

He immediately squeezed the unfinished cigarette on the trash can next to him as soon as you were on sight. He clapped his hands to together, cleaning the debris, and straightened his posture. With a pleading look, he flashed you a grin. 

“Please come to my family dinner tonight.”

“Tonight?” You looked at him, processing. “What do you mean by tonight?!”

“It will convince my brother!”

“This wasn’t in any part of our deal…” You said in a warning tone. 

“I know! I’m so sorry, but I accidentally told him early that I’m bringing someone…” 

“Not exactly my problem now, is it?” You sighed and folded your arms. “Attending his wedding is one thing. We wouldn’t even get that many chances to talk with him. But a dinner??? I’ll die.”

“Please? Please???” He clasped his hands together, begging with big eyes. 

You sighed. “No.”

“Uh, please?” He closed one eye and the other peeking at you. A nervous smile on his lips.

“You really didn’t think this through, huh?” His expression almost made you crack. 

“No, I didn’t.” He slumped down. “Pretty please? With another dozen of Krispy Kreme on top and I’ll even buy them for you tonight?” He batted his eyelashes at you. 

“You didn’t just do that to me…” You pointed at him and bit your inner cheek. “I hate you.”

“Is that a yes?” He grinned. 

“I don’t know!” You replied in frustration. 

“Please? I won’t stop begging until you agree.” 

It was as if his eyes got bigger every time he said please. 

“You’re insane.” You groaned. “Whatever let’s just go.”

“Yes!” He threw his fist in the air, celebrating with a loud voice. 

“God bless whoever’s gonna be actually dating you.” You rolled your eyes, smiling nonetheless at his antics. 

“I love you too.” He giggled and pinched your cheeks. You swatted away his hand immediately. “I’ll pick you up tonight!” 

And so he picked you up at your place later on with his parent’s car instead of his Harley. Said he wanted you to be able to dress prettily and not having your hair messed up by the helmet. Also because he just ordered the donuts, like promised. He knew there was a possibility of you actually bailing on him if he failed to do so. 

You were nervous, but he assured you that he had informed his parents about the whole thing, so the only people to fool were his brother and his soon-to-be wife. 

“You think I look okay?” 

You asked the guy, turning around to show him your whole outfit. You were wearing a simple blouse and a pair of flared trousers. You weren’t quite sure if it was too formal or too underdressed for the occasion. 

“I barely see you in anything other than t-shirts and baggy pants.”

“As if you’re not the same.” You shook your head and looked at him. He was in fact, still with his usual baggy jeans and oversized tee. “It doesn't look pretentious or anything, right?” 

“It’s cute.” He assured. “Let's go.”

The compliment just rolled out from his tongue so naturally it almost took you off guard. 

Arriving at Jungkook’s house, the first thing you noticed was a scooter that was parked in front of the fences. You didn’t further question it though as a wave of nervousness washed over you. The reality quickly sank on you that you were going to act as if you were dating your friend to fool his brother.

“Remember we’ve been dating for three months.” Jungkook said to you as he turned off the car engine. 

“And we’re just taking things slow, no pressure.” You continued. “I’m actually so nervous.” You confessed.

He took a closer look at your face. “I mean hey, if you’re that uncomfortable, I’ll take you back home. It’s okay. I can just tell him that you still have work or something…”

“No, it’s fine.” You took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. “Let’s get this over with.”

“You sure?”

You nodded and stepped out of the vehicle. 

As soon as you entered, you were welcomed by Jungkook’s mom, who had a beautiful smile on when she greeted you. You quickly noticed his brother Junghyun and his partner Yoora, sitting on a nearby sofa, eyes clearly on you, in which you quickly flashed a smile in return. You noticed an unknown man present though. He had medium length hair, fair skin, and a very comfy looking hoodie on. 

“I see Jungkook wasn’t lying.” His brother grinned and shook your hand, introducing himself and then his partner. 

You gulped, but kept your cool. “Nice to meet you.”

“Oh, that’s Yoongi by the way. He’s an old friend of mine.” He pointed at the guy standing at the corner and called him to join you. 

The man walked towards your direction and shook your hand, giving you a very short greeting. You quickly smiled at the guy as well, before turning your head at the sound of Jungkook’s mom calling you all to the table. 

“So how long have you guys been dating?” Jungkook’s brother asked.

“Three months.” Both of you said in unison. You cleared your throat, feeling awkward. 

“Where did you meet?”

“Jimin introduced—“

Both of you spoke at the same time again. You looked at Jungkook in annoyance while he grinned apologetically. His mom giggled next to him, seeing the two of you. 

“You guys are actually cute it’s disgusting.” The brother laughed. 

You were glad for whatever that was, it did more good than harm in convincing the man. 

“You guys should introduce Yoongi to someone too, he’s been single since forever.” He continued, earning an audible groan from the friend. 

“Shut up, I do go on dates.” Yoongi protested. 

“Hinge matches that you’ve never met in person don’t count, Yoongi.”

“I don’t have the time.” The man protested. 

“He’s single? I’m surprised.” You said to Jungkook in a whisper. 

“Why is that surprising?” Jungkook replied back in the same volume. 

“He’s lowkey hot.” You said without thinking.

Jungkook looked back at you with big eyes and crunched his nose. Before he had the chance to react further, his brother spoke again. 

“Any of your lady friends single?” Junghyun turned to you. 

“I’m sure we don’t need to pressure the poor guy like that.” You smiled. 

“Yeah, I didn’t wanna date before I met her too. You can’t force these things.” Jungkook said proudly. You almost rolled your eyes at the acting. 

“Ew, who are you again?” The older brother laughed at his sibling’s words. “Y/N, I’m truly impressed. How did you even manage to tame this animal?”

“He’s actually really sweet and caring at times.” You giggled, gazing at him playfully.

“Hopefully that makes up for him being a brat most of the time?” Yoora looked at you with a smile. 

“Hmm… that I’m not sure.” You chuckled. 

“Oh, is that so?” Jungkook pinched your cheek with a big grin on his face. He knew you couldn’t slap his hand away when everyone was looking. 

“You should join our party this weekend!” Junghyun said to you. “We have a couple of friends coming, it’s gonna be fun.”

“Uh, she’s kinda busy on the weekends… no?” Jungkook looked at you with worry. 

You shook your head with a smile. Everyone had been very nice and welcoming to you. You would be lying to say that you were busy on the weekends. Wouldn’t want to add more lies on top of another lie. 

“I know you don’t wanna go but don’t lie for her like that.” Junghyun eyed his brother.  

Jungkook looked at you, perplexed. “Are you sure?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I have nothing better to do anyway.”

After dinner the parents decided to hit the hay first, while Junghyun suggested to hangout at the back porch, having bought beers and all. You and Jungkook volunteered to fetch some cokes and snacks at the mini mart nearby. 

“Seriously, Yoongi?” Jungkook suddenly said as both of you were browsing an aisle. 

You gave your friend a side eye. “Are you judging my taste in men?!”

“You’re into nerds?”

“You’re one to talk.” You threw a bag of Doritos at his direction, that he caught just in time. 

“I still go out and socialize.” He shrugged with a smug smile. 

“Good for you.” You rolled your eyes and walked past him. 

“He barely talks.”

“And you talk too much.”

“Ouch.” Jungkook dramatically put his hands on his chest. 

“You’re taking it way too seriously, I just think he’s hot. I don’t know him.” You pushed him by his shoulder playfully. 

“How about you get to know him then?” He suddenly suggested. You could practically see a broken lightbulb lit up above his head. “I’ll make sure you get to spend some time with him later.”

“You sure switch your lanes fast.” You shook your head. “We’re supposed to be a couple too, so that doesn’t help.”

“Just tell him, he’s chill.” He dismissed. “Knowing him, he probably doesn’t give two shits about it anyway. Besides, it’s not like I’m planning on lying to my brother forever.”

“You don’t think it’s weird?” You thought it was weird too that you actually were considering making a move. 

“He’s a nerd but he’s alright. Decent person.” He made an upside down u with his lips, nodding. “If that’s what you’re into, who am I to judge?”

“You suck.” You threw another snack at him, making him laugh. 

After some chit chats and a few embarrassing stories later, it was almost twelve and at this point everyone just sat down enjoying the night sky. The couple seemed like they were enjoying themselves, cuddling up with each other on the other side of the porch, while you were left with a few more cans or beer with Jungkook and Yoongi. 

Jungkook started to eye you weirdly, signaling you to say something to the awfully quiet man beside you. You looked at him, shaking your head. The boy just smirked at you before suddenly standing up. 

“Gotta hit the bathroom real quick.”

“Jungkook…” You pulled him by his t-shirt, eyeing him. 

“Don’t be too clingy now.” He chuckled and walked away, holding his laughter. 

You sighed and turned to Yoongi, who was now looking at you after Jungkook leaving you alone with him. He took another can and twisted the handle open. 

“You must have the patience of a saint to be with him.” He suddenly said. 

Your eyes widened slightly at the comment, surprising he was starting a conversation. You shook your head, smiling. You didn’t know exactly where to start on the topic. 

“Let me guess, he paid you to act?” 

You gasped, covering your mouth. “Not too loud!”

“They’re asleep.” 

You looked to your right, and a sigh of relief came out as you saw the couple sleeping on the couch. 

“So it’s true?” Yoongi nonchalantly asked as he took more sips of the beer. 

“Well, he didn’t pay me like that… He got me some donuts and I’m just doing him a favor.” 

“You’re doing it for donuts?” 

It was the first time you hear his chuckle, it sounded beautiful. 

“You get a couple of donuts and he gets a brand new Nintendo Switch? That sounds fair.”

“I love doing things for the plot, I guess.” You smiled bashfully. 

He hummed, still with a small smile on his lips. “What’s your favorite movie?”

“Huh? What’s that got to do with anything?”

“I judge people’s character by their favorite movie.”

You giggled. “Jungkook was right.”

Yoongi looked at you questioningly. 

“You’re a nerd.” 

“Oh.” He voiced, seemingly lightly offended.

“It’s Midsommar and Inception.” You answered. 

Instead of reacting, Yoongi just gulped the beer can, this time finishing it. 

“So… what does that say about my personality?” 

“You’re not dating Jungkook, right?”

You were once again surprised. “Depends on who’s asking.” You replied, testing the waters. 

“I’m asking.” He said bluntly. 

You grinned. “Then no, I’m not.”

You had a few more chats before Jungkook came back from his so-called toilet break. You had no idea where he went or what he actually did, but you made a mental note to thank him later for the small favor. 

Jungkook drove you back home that night. The cheeky grin you had the entire ride was giving it away. 

“You look creepy. I assume things went well?” Jungkook asked with eyes still on the road. 

You shrugged but failed to wipe the smirk off your face. “I guess? You were right though…”

“About what?”

“He is a nerd… a cute one.” You giggled. 

“Disgusting.” Jungkook shook his head. “Please keep your act at the wedding.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t betray you like that.” You patted his shoulder from the passenger seat. “After all, you did help me so I could talk to him. So, thank you.”

“Hey, thank you too for even agreeing to whatever this bullshit is.” He sighed. “You know you don’t have to go to that party too.”

“It’s okay, your brother and his girl are good people, I enjoy the company.” You paused then grinned. “Plus, I’ll get to see Yoongi again.”

“If he shows up, that is.” Jungkook laughed. “You better pray cause that man hates parties.”

**

You stared at the reflection in your mirror, fixing the wrinkles on the clothes, you twisted your body to the left and to the right. You were not so sure if wearing a mini skirt was a right choice for the party. You could easily go with your usual baggy jeans and crop top combo, but there was a possibility of Yoongi showing up and you wanted to look pretty. At the very least. Dunking your lip gloss and tint in your purse, you threw in your perfume as well. 

The look Jungkook gave you once he saw you opening the car door was hard to miss. His mouth was ever so slightly gaped and his eyebrows furrowed. You would had guessed that he was insulting you, but his head nodded afterwards, lips turning into thin line as he did. He appeared to be amazed by what he saw. 

“You dressed up well.” He said as you took a seat and closed the door. 

“I’m still betting on Yoongi showing up, remember?”

“Ah yes, of course.” He clicked his tongue. “You don’t need to doll up for him, he’ll show up in a hoodie and bucket hat or something.”

“He doesn’t have to try.” You shrugged.

“Wow, calm down.” He looked at you with judging eyes. “This is you being sarcastic, right?”

You shrugged again, smirking. 

One hour into the party and there was still no sign of your crush at the function. Jungkook’s brother was opening a second bottle of Jägermeister, pouring it for everyone, mixing it with cans of Red Bulls. 

Your supposed boyfriend had already gulped multiple glasses down, his cheeks were glowing pink and he was even more chatty. 

“Looks like your man isn’t coming.” He said to you. 

“It is what it is.” You sighed, downing a shot. 

“At least you look cute today.”

“You think so?” You eyed him with an amused smirk. You wondered if it was already the alcohol doing its thing. 

“Yeah.” He agreed casually. 

You chuckled. “I thought your tolerance was better than this.”

“I’m not drunk yet.” He rolled his eyes. “Wanna go get some fresh air?”

You looked around and saw everyon on the table was dancing around, pretty much tipsy if not drunk already. 

“Can we?” You asked him. 

Instead of answering, Jungkook went to his brother. “We’re going to catch some fresh air for a bit, is that good?”

“Alright, use protection kiddos.” The older man laughed and patted his shoulder. 

“That’s not—“ The man was already back on the dance floor without letting his little brother finish the sentence. 

Jungkook turned to you. “He thinks we’re off to fuck, but we’re good to go.”

“Ew.” You cringed but followed the man out from the club. 

Jungkook sighed heavily as soon as you were at the front of the club. “I thought I was gonna turn deaf.”

“Yeah.” I chuckled. “Your brother parties well it seems.”

“He loves it. He’s borderline alcoholic.” Jungkook shook his head. “I think he likes you.”

“How do you know?”

“He knows my ex from two years ago. He was still bugging me on inviting her even after I told you were gonna show up at our dinner.” He sighed. “I don’t see her, I guess it worked out.”

“Is she someone I know?” You asked with a careful tone. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever introduced her to any of you guys… Jimin knows her though.”

“I see…” You looked away, suddenly feeling awkward on the topic. 

He eyed you and laughed, nudging you before he spoke. “It’s okay to ask, I don’t feel anything for her anymore.” 

You stayed quiet and observed his demeanor, searching for doubts. 

“Seriously! It wasn’t anything bad. We just wanted different things and it didn’t work out. My brother likes her though, so that’s why.” He laughed again, but it slowly faded as he was lost in thoughts on something. “Fuck, if I think about it, he’s gonna be so pissed once he finds out.”

“Is it really worth the Switch?”

“Totally.” He answered without hesitation, laughing. “You on the other hand, I just know it’s not worth the donuts.”

“It’s not that bad. I don’t hate it.” 

“You’re just saying that because you met Yoongi.” He smirked.

“It is a nice bonus!” You cackled, looking up at the sky. “Everyone’s nice and I don’t hate hanging out with you.” 

“Wow.” He rolled his eyes but a smile found his lips. “You know what, let’s go eat some good steak after the wedding!”

“Really?” Your eyes beamed with excitement. 

He nodded. “I don’t hate hanging out with you either.” The grin on his lips was almost blinding.  

Both of you wounded up talking some more. You didn't know that you enjoyed talking basically about shit nothings with him. You never really had the chance to spend time much time alone with him before, given you always met him with the group and you were more close to Jihyo and Jimin. You liked how silly and random he could be and the way he laughed sounded soothing. You were not sure why you came into that conclusion but you decided to stick with it.

Until a certain man stopped in front both of you.  

“Why are you guys outside?”

“Yoongi?” You called, surprised upon seeing the guy. “I thought you weren’t coming.”

The man flattened his lips, trying to appear indifferent. He had his hands inside his pockets and everything. One thing you quickly noticed was how put together he looked. He looked very different from the guy you talked with at the back porch. His hair was sleeked back neatly and you could smell his perfume from where you stood. The black button up shirt fit his physique so well. Surely, no hoodie nor bucket hat like what Jungkook had mentioned. 

Jungkook who seemingly aware of how starstruck you were, let out an audible groan at the scene. 

“I had some work today, I thought of ditching actually.” Yoongi said while looking at you. 

“What changed your mind?” You curiously asked. 

The man shrugged nonchalantly. “Heard you’re invited.”

“Oh.” Your mouth went slightly ajar. You almost couldn’t believe his words. 

“Y’all are disgusting. I’m heading in.” Jungkook walked right through the middle of you and Yoongi, storming right back into the club. 

“Huh.” Yoongi voiced, eyes following Jungkook’s figure disappearing at the door. “Does he know?”

“He knows. It was even his idea…”You confessed. “He went to the toilet on purpose just so we could talk that night.”

“Doesn’t seem like it.”

“Nah, don’t worry. He’s just a pouty brat.” You dismissed. “Let’s go in?”

Yoongi nodded and followed you from behind. 

The moment you and Yoongi arrived at the reserved table, Jungkook was doing two shots of something that one of his brother’s friend handed him. Your eyes met for a split second on his first shot, before he ignored you and chugged another one. Here you thought he was done drinking already. Did he forget that he drove you here?

You had known Jungkook for a while and you knew he could handle his alcohol. You had no problem switching place and drove him. So you kept conversing with Yoongi, thinking your fake boyfriend would be fine, just having a bit more fun wouldn’t hurt him. 

Something was definitely wrong when you saw the lad slurring and excusing himself to puke. 

“Kook? You alright?”

“No.” He replied from the toilet stall. 

You heard another gagging sound before he pressed the flush button. He came out soon after, looking very flushed and unwell. 

“I thought you were done drinking for the night.” You approached him, patting his back. 

“I was being stupid.” He sighed. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I can drive back…”

“It’s okay, I’ll drive you and just take uber back.” You assured him. 

Jungkook muttered a low “thanks” before trailing you from behind, back to the table.

“You alright, dude?” Yoongi looked at the guy with sympathy. 

“Yup.” Jungkook did an okay sign, with half closed lids. “At least I can still form a thought.”

“Geez, how will you get home?” Yoongi looked at your direction. 

“I can drive him and take a cab back.” You replied. 

“I can take you home.” The man said sternly. “I’ll meet you at his apartment complex.”

“Oh, you don’t have to!” You widened your eyes, refusing politely. “You just got here too…”

“I insist.” Yoongi grabbed your shoulder, stopping you from rambling further. “Let’s go.”

You followed Yoongi and walked to bid goodbyes to the party host, letting him know the reasoning before heading to the parking lot. 

The tatted man was pretty quiet and calm the whole ride, except for the very few short verbal responses he gave out when you asked him something. Occasionally he would hum like a little kid. You were just glad he was not that drunk to the point where it was impossible to handle. He could still walk by himself properly, but you walked him to his room just in case. 

You were greeted by an over excited Bam, Jungkook’s dog, jumping up to you. It had been quite some time since last you saw the big Doberman. You were glad at least he didn’t think of you as a stranger. Once Jungkook had sat down on the couch, you went back to pet the dog. 

“Did I tell you that you look cute today?”

You looked back at the man who was staring at you innocently. Finally getting to experience first hand on his drunk baby behavior instead of just hearing stories from Taehyung was something else. 

“Yes, you did.” You said without looking at him. Your attention was still on the giant dog. 

“Did Yoongi tell you that too?”

You halted and thought to yourself. That question definitely made you think. Yoongi did not mention anything about how your appearance whatsoever. Did he really have to though? 

“No, he didn’t…”

“You’ve tried your best and he didn’t even say anything?!” 

“Well, at least you noticed.” You smiled. 

“You’re damn right I did.” He grinned proudly. 

You shook your head at the nonsense. “Good night, Kook.”

“Night, cutie.” 

When you got out, Yoongi was already waiting for you. You panned out exchanging numbers after he dropped you off.

**

“This might be the very last favor I’m gonna ask you before it’s finally done for real.”

“What is it again now?”

“Spend the night at the venue hotel with me? Please? My brother booked a room for the family and apparently he added an extra room for us…”

You could hear his voice begging over the phone call. 

“What’s in it for me? I don’t wanna end up like that time you hit Jimin in his sleep.”

“Free breakfast and an awesome roomie that will try his best not to accidentally kick you in your sleep.” His chuckles slowly faded.

“So you’re basically offering nothing.”

“Please?” You could almost picture his exact facial expression.

“I guess a little staycation won’t hurt.” You sighed. It seemed like you couldn't find yourself to reject him. “We’ve already gone too far anyway, might as well just finish this.”

“Thank you so much!” The man shouted from the other line. “I’ll try my best not to hit you while I sleep.”

“You better be.”

So that was how you were now up binge watching unsolved crimes on YouTube, with your pretend boyfriend, who had a newly opened bottle of wine right in his hand, pouring it down onto a glass. 

“You sure your brother wouldn’t mind us taking one of his wines?” 

“Nah, this was gifted anyway.” He waved.

“If you say so.” 

You took the freshly poured glass and slumped on the bed, enjoying the cool feeling of the bedsheets on your skin. Jungkook was lying down next to you, over the bed cover. Both of you had changed into your pajamas and all.

On the fifth video playing, you finally got a text back from Yoongi after you informed him about your small sleepover situation. It could be the lack of emojis used in the replies, but he seemed chill about the whole thing, only telling you to call him right away if anything cynical were ever to occur.  

You didn’t realize but soon your attention was taken by the small screen in your hands, instead of the huge television in the room. But when it finally came into your attention, you quickly put down your phone. You had always disliked people playing with their phones when hanging out with you, figured you would not want to do the same thing. 

“I just told Yoongi that I’m staying the night here.” 

Jungkook’s eyes were already at you when you looked up from your phone. 

He turned back to the screen, going back to take another chip from the bag on his hand. “What did he say?”

“He seems cool with it. Told me to call him straight up if you try anything fishy.”

“Are you guys like a thing now?” 

“Eh, we’ve texted back and forth for days but that’s all.” You shrugged.

The man shifted his position to your direction. “So… do you like him?”

“I mean, I guess he seems like a perfect textbook boyfriend.”

“Whose textbook?” Jungkook raised one of his eyebrows. 

“Well, mine?” You chuckled. “Guess I really do like nerds.” 

“Oh, wow.” Jungkook said in a straight tone, unamused.

“I mean he’s nice and cute, what more can you ask for?” 

The man sighed. “Well, if that’s the case then I guess good for you.” 

“You don’t sound too happy about it.” You noticed the shift in his voice. 

“I’m not excited to see you being all gross with him after this.” He rolled his eyes and pushed the snack to your direction. 

You took one chip and chuckled. “He could just be flirting for fun.”

“Yoongi doesn’t do that.” Jungkook replied with his mouth full. “Bro barely flirts in general.”

“I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.” 

Suddenly a big thunder flashed, making a loud noise that shocked both of you. You jumped from your seat to look by the hotel window. It was suddenly pouring heavy outside. Jungkook followed you shortly, peeking next to you. 

You pulled the curtains open, enjoying the calming rain atmosphere. “We’re gonna sleep so good tonight.” 

“Lights on or lights off?” The man asked. 

“Off, all of them.”

“I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me.” Jungkook went in for a hi-five. 

You crossed your leg and sat on the floor, eyes on the crazy weather outside. Once again, Jungkook mimicked and joined you on the floor. 

“What’s on your mind?” He asked.

“Nothing, it’s just really nice.” You sighed. “Do you have any nosy relatives?”

“The old ones from my dad’s side are sometimes a bit, but nothing too crazy. Why? Ah… you’re scared you’re gonna get interrogated tomorrow?” 

“Sorta, yeah.” You chuckled. “I don’t do well with new people.”

“You’re gonna be fine, they’ll like you.” He assured. “I’ll do the talk, you’ll just have to smile and look pretty.”

“You think I look pretty?” You pointed at yourself, grinning. 

“I’ve told you before.”

You suddenly remember that night when he was drunk. “Oh, you remember that? You told me I looked cute though not—“

“I remember what I said.” He cut you off with a slight annoyed tone.

“Uh, thanks…” You said, suddenly feeling awkward. You didn’t know why he suddenly seemed so serious about it. 

“You don’t believe it, do you?”

“Well, you were drunk and I know you, you love to say a lot of shit nothings.” 

“I’m not drunk now so…” He puffed his cheeks. 

“We were just drinking wine?” You replied. 

Jungkook groaned. “Shut up.”

“Alright, I believe you.” You laughed. Your cheeks feeling ever so slightly warm. You decided it was due to the glass of wine instead of thinking of other possibilities. 

Jungkook laughed as well, after he rolled his eyes at you. Your eyes met for a short second, but you quickly broke it off and looked back at the window. You were not quite sure why, but you felt the urge to lean your head on the boy’s shoulder. Figuring it wouldn’t be weird, you did so. After all, you did it all the time with Jimin too.

You could tell his shoulder stiffened at first, but it quickly loosened and relaxed. A few seconds later he leaned back his head on top of yours, and both of you just stayed like that for minutes, only the sound of the downpour filling up the room. 

“Hey, look at the sky.”

“Huh?” You suddenly straightened your position and looked up. “What is—“

Then your mind blanked. In a split second Jungkook launched an attack, giving you a surprise kiss on your right cheek. You heard it making a loud smooch noise, despite the rain blaring in the background. You looked at him with your hand now holding your cheek. Would you believe that, the man just looked at you with a big grin as if he was innocent, his eyes turned into thin lines, his lip piercing glared under the moonlight. 

“Did you just kiss me???”

“On your cheek, yes.” He nodded like a kid. The smug grin was still there, proudly. 

“You told me to look at the sky!” You whined. 

“That was the most classic move in the book.” He laughed. 

“Whose book is this?!” You retorted. Weirdly enough, you didn’t seem to mind it that much.

“We need to both review our books it seems like.” He chuckled. “I’m sorry, you just looked very pretty under the moon and all, it was very dramatic in my eyes.” 

“Is this the alcohol talking again?”

“Stop blaming the alcohol and start taking my compliments seriously.” He folded his arms, the muscles flexed as he did. 

Great. Now how in the heavens were you suppose to sleep again?

Thankfully, things somehow managed to cool down after that, and both of you soon retrieved to the bed after cleaning up. 

You were glad the man next to you was a heavy sleeper, so he wouldn’t notice you tossing and turning. Should you be overthinking on Jungkook’s behavior? You knew he was a flirty being, you were sure he did things like this all the time. After all, he fell asleep almost instantly like nothing had ever happened, so it must be true. 

The next morning when you woke up, the left side of the bed was already empty. You were glad that at least no accidents happened during your sleep. It would suck to go to the celebration with a blue eye. You still remembered Jimin’s pain that one time you went camping. 

Assuming Jungkook was off to the gym, you got up and took a shower. By the time you were done, there was a sweaty bare back facing you, sitting on the edge of the bed, gulping down a bottled water. 

Last time you saw Jungkook shirtless was a few months back, maybe even a year ago. Jihyo had this immaculate idea of a beach day, only for it to end up raining. You and her stayed inside the cottage the entire time. But the boys? They didn’t care. Every single one of them ended up catching the cold too. 

That being said, at that period of time, Jungkook was already muscular, but he sure as hell wasn’t as this big. Maybe it was the amount of Twinkies he ate on his free time doing wonders on his bulking. 

“Oh, you’re done?” Jungkook suddenly turned, clutching the t-shirt he had on his hand to his chest. It was almost funny how big his eyes popped open. 

“Yeah.” You wondered why he got flustered all of the sudden. 

“I may stink a bit.” He sheepishly laughed. “I’ll shower and we’ll get breakfast after?”

**

And before you knew it, you were on the table with the Jeons. A flared floral dress clung on your body, heels hanging on your left foot as you crossed your legs, sitting prettily as what Jungkook had asked you. 

You were thankful he kept his words. Here you were, giggling at Jungkook’s aunt, telling you a story about how when he was a baby he used to cry every time upon seeing a literal piece of broccoli. You barely need to say anything. Jungkook kept the conversation going and would always wittily shift the conversation away from turning into public interrogation. 

When the main celebration was over, he didn’t stop you from going to converse with Yoongi. Nor he did when the man kindly asked to swap dance partners. Maybe it was just how he didn’t need any more convincing or anything to prove. The job was already done. 

You found yourself questioning on why he didn’t though, on why he just let you be. You questioned yourself on why you never really felt the butterflies around Yoongi. But at this point, you began to realize something was up. He would say something and all you could think of was how Jungkook would react over the top, make a dumb pun, and dance around like an idiot instead. Yoongi was exactly how you would imagine your perfect guy. But was it also a mental block that made you think you felt something for him other than mild admiration? 

“You’re zoning out.”

“Oh! I was?” You jumped slightly, hearing Yoongi’s comment. “I’m sorry.”

“Are you looking for him?”

“I was just wondering where he went, I haven’t seen him since the dance…”

“I didn’t say a name.” 

You were taken aback. Yoongi’s expression was a mixture of amusement and light disappointment. 

“I’m sorry, my head’s been all over the place…” You replied in a low voice. 

The man sighed, crossing his hands. “Don’t apologize. Don’t worry about it. 

“But, Yoongi…”

“Think about it. Would you say yes if any other person asked you to do this ridiculous favor just for donuts? And why does Jungkook even need to do this so badly?! He could afford the console himself if he wanted to.”

Huh. 

He sighed again, but this time there was a small smile on his lips. “Go. Before I like you even more.”

“I’m so sorry, Yoongi.”

“Just go.”

And with that push, you picked up your feet and searched. He was nowhere near his family table and nowhere at dessert bar. And you knew it wasn’t like him to not camp in the dessert area like a hungry child. You texted him but there was no immediate response. You weren’t sure if calling would be a good idea. You figured he must had ran back to the hotel room.

Your assumption was correct when you found him lying on the floor, with arms and legs stretched out like a starfish, tie discarded next to him. He only spared a look at you for a few seconds, before going back on focusing his vision up at the ceiling. 

“Jungkook, what the hell are you doing…” You couldn’t help a smile forming on your lips. 

“Comforting myself.” He grinned with eyes closed shut. “Wanna join?”

You looked at him and shook your head in disbelief. It took you merely five seconds of decision making before giving up and laid on your side next to him. Jungkook quickly turned his body to your direction once he felt your presence close by. With his arm under his head for support, there was that boyish grin plastered on his face looking at you again. 

“So what are we doing on the floor again?”

“Dunno.” He bit his inner cheeks as he spoke. “You look really pretty today.” He mentioned unpromptly. 

“Stop saying that.” You looked away. 

“Just in case Yoongi hasn’t told you.” He grinned. “Why are you here? You should be at the party…”

“And you don’t?! I thought you want that new switch?” 

“I do, it’s just… I can’t really give a damn about that right now, honestly.” He scoffed. “You shouldn’t be here, though.”

“And why is that?”

“It’s giving me hope.” He turned his body and laid on his back, facing the ceiling again. “This sucks balls but I have to admit that I’m jealous.”

You froze in place. Your eyes still glued to him, looking at his side profile as he continued to talk without meeting your eyes. 

“Yoongi is exactly your type. The whole hot nerd vibe. Smart, broody, quiet. He’s what you go for.” He chuckled. “I’m gonna sound so pick me after this, but I’m not that. I’m dumb and loud. And I hate it.”

“Jungkook…”

“I know this is fake. But it didn’t feel fake.” His voice dropped. “Not to me. Holding you, laughing until we can’t breathe, and last night with the rain???” He smiled in defeat. “I guess somewhere along the line, I just stopped pretending. I stopped thinking about the switch. Hell, fuck the switch. Haven’t thought about it even once after that night at the club…” He shook his head vigorously like a dog, as if wanting to get rid of his thoughts. “I got so jealous that night I started drinking like an idiot.”

Your heart thudded painfully. “You know I liked Yoongi.” 

Words coming out from your mouth shocked him, especially the way you were using past tense. His eyes glimmered in hope. Once again you were amazed by his big rounded eyeballs. 

“But even when I was with him, I kept missing you. I kept wondering how you’d react, thinking about how you’d crack a lame joke, how you’d try to tease me about it…” 

He blinked a few times. “Wait, really???”

“Yeah.”You chuckled, a bit flustered by exposing yourself. “I thought I was doing it for Krispy Kreme, but honest to heavens no one would actually be this dumb. I thought I was at least, but even Yoongi told me that this is just beyond ridiculous.” You sighed. “I wouldn’t be here if I don’t actually enjoy being with you.” 

Jungkook’s expression softened. He too let out a heavy breath. He scooted closer to you with his pair of black boba eyes looking straight at you like a giant puppy. 

“You mean it?”

“I mean, I did have one glass of champagne before coming up here…” You giggled. 

The guy pouted. “Not funny.” 

You reached for his nose and booped it, making him flinch. You took his left hand and placed it on your chest, where your heart was literally beating out of your rib cage. The eye contact didn’t last long as you broke it off, feeling your stomach twisted into a knot. 

And Jungkook wasted zero second after that confirmation. He brought both of his palms and grabbed your face close. His soft lips found yours instantly. Your gasp was muffled by his mouth and it took you no time to melt into his touch though. The kiss was short, nothing too much. You were the first to broke it off, but he did leaned over to chase your lips once more. You caught a glimpse of his proud grin before he pulled you into a hug, stuffing your face into his embrace. 

“Do we really have to do this on the floor?” You protested, but your jaw was basically hurt from smiling. 

“You’re mine you’re mine you’re mine.” He chanted like a possessed individual. He buried his face in your hair and laughed freely. 

“You’re insane.” You giggled. 

“Insanely into you, yeah.” He proudly grinned. 

“Oh my god, don’t make regret this.” You rolled your eyes playfully, finding his antics endearing. 

“You’re mine!!!” He declared again, almost shouting while squeezing you. 

“You haven’t asked anything though.” You backed away, raising your eyebrows at him. 

His eyes widened and his mouth went slightly ajar. "Oh yeah, you’re right, I haven’t asked properly. Well then…” He leaned in a bit closer and took your hand in his, looking into your eyes with sincerity. He inhaled and then, “Do you want to eat wagyu steak with me tonight?”

You pushed him off and whined. 

He laughed, holding his stomach as he did. “Let’s get up first. I’m not asking you to be my girlfriend on the floor.” 

Thank you for reading! 💐

[dreamivyisla]

��� 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 🀥

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ➤ Elias “Stack” Moore

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ➤ you were just getting started in the pstar world, new to the scene but catching attention fast. when you hit up Stack for a collab, you weren’t sure if he’d answer. he did—quickly. your chemistry was obvious from the first shoot. the video blew up, and so did your career. now, people can’t stop watching the way he touches you like you’re the only one in the world.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ➤ uh.. my first time doing headcannons, i think i wrote too much for headcannons— if so then, i apologize! def took inspo from august alsina. anyways, enjoy!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ➤ pstar!Stack, pstar!reader, face-sitting, spit kink, modern au, mirror play, lingerie kink, mutual masturbation, black reader (but anyone can imagine themselves), possessiveness. 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈! 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓! 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃!

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𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑!𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊 loves mutual masturbation on camera just as much as fucking. before your scenes even start, he likes to sit across from you, stroking himself while you do the same. he watches every movement, mouth parted just slightly, breathing slow like he’s absorbing every detail. it’s not rushed or performative—it’s real, raw. he likes seeing you take your time, fingers circling your clit, back arching under the soft lights. he talks to you the whole time, voice low and full of heat, telling you how good you look with your legs spread, how he’s already aching to be inside you. by the time either of you actually touch, the tension is so thick it almost feels like foreplay could’ve been the whole scene.

𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑!𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊 has a serious thing for lingerie—especially when it contrasts against your skin. he told you once he’s obsessed with how certain colors look against you. deep red, sheer black, even pale blues—he likes the tension of silk and lace stretched over your thighs, hugging the curve of your waist. before shooting, he’ll ask what you’re wearing under the robe and make you show him slowly. sometimes he won’t even start filming until he’s had a full moment to admire you, hands resting on your hips, lips brushing your neck. he doesn’t rip the lingerie off either. he fucks you in it—slow strokes at first, thumb tracing the strap on your shoulder while his other hand tugs the panties to the side.

𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑!𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊 is into face-sitting—and not just for the visual. when you filmed your third collab together, he asked if you’d ever sat on a man’s face on camera before. when you told him no, he smiled and said it was overdue. he laid back, hands gripping your thick thighs the second you climbed up. he loves how heavy you feel, how your body molds over his mouth. he doesn’t stop until you’re shaking, his tongue deep and greedy like he’s trying to swallow every sound you make. what made the footage go viral was how clear it was that he loved it—eyes half-lidded, hips shifting beneath you, like getting smothered by you was a reward.

𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑!𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊 gets possessive during collabs—but in a quiet, focused way. you noticed it during shoots when other people are involved. his strokes get deeper, more deliberate. he holds your jaw so the camera can see your face when you moan his name. he’ll pull your leg higher or change angles just so the viewers can watch how good he’s making you feel. off-camera, he jokes that your chemistry’s just for the brand, but the way he kisses you between cuts, fingers tracing your stretch marks like he’s memorizing them, says otherwise. he wants the camera to know it’s him who draws those reactions out of you. not the lights. not the script. just him.

𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑!𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊 has a spit kink—but it’s subtle, intimate. he doesn’t announce it or make it messy for the sake of shock. it’s in the way he’ll spit slow and precise on your clit before eating you out, watching it drip while his thumbs spread you open. sometimes, when he’s deep in your throat and your eyes are watering, he’ll pull out and press a slow spit against your tongue, murmuring how good you’re doing. it’s not degrading—it’s loaded with control and closeness. he likes how filthy it feels without taking away the softness of it. it’s not about humiliation. it’s about connection.

𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑!𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊 loves mirror play—and he always positions you just right. the first time you filmed in a hotel with wall-length mirrors, he turned you toward them before even unzipping his pants. he stood behind you, big hands on your waist, both of you watching the way your brown skin looked stretched around him as he slid in. he whispered in your ear the whole time, guiding your eyes to the way your ass bounced, how your breasts moved when he grabbed a fistful of your hair. he likes scenes where the viewer can see what you see—how flushed your skin gets, how proud he looks every time he makes you moan. it’s about showing you off and showing you to yourself.

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𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐕𝐘𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐀.

[livelaughlou]

moment in a life

Heya. This is a little fic for today's @bottomtommyweek prompt, which is mpreg. It's so fluffy, you guys, lol. Also this is my first mpreg fic? Dunno how that's possible, but here we are. Hope you like it!

lol, oops, I'm a day early. I thought it was Tuesday 🙃 Oh well.

bucktommy - words: 1.1k - rating: gen - complete

Sometimes Buck can't believe this is his life now. 38 years old, waking up next to the love of his life, smiling even before his eyes open, because he knows exactly what he'll see.

Said love of his life, on his back, mouth open, a protective hand over his bulging stomach, even in his sleep.

When Buck finally does open his eyes, sure enough, there he is, exactly how he imagined, although, to be fair to his husband, Tommy doesn't have much choice in sleeping positions these days, being that he's 7 ½ months pregnant. Sleeping on his side used to be the way, but the bigger he got, the less comfortable that was, no matter how many types of pillows they tried.

His mouth is open wide, his snoring sounds like a frieght train. Buck thinks he's the most beautiful person he's ever seen.

It had been a hell of a surprise when they'd discovered, the long way around, that Tommy was a carrier for the male pregnancy gene, but Buck wouldn't change a damn thing. He's married now, he's about to have a kid with the best person he knows. He loves his life.

He watches as Tommy's hand jumps on his stomach.

"Hi, nugget," Buck whispers, though he knows it's unnecessary; Tommy is a hard sleeper, even in pregnancy. "Too bad you can't tell me what you want for breakfast yet, huh?"

Buck snags Tommy's left hand carefully, watching his face for signs he's waking. When there's nothing but another deep snore, he grins, kisses the wedding ring on his left ring finger, before kissing the spot on Tommy's stomach, where he can clearly see a limb poking through. How Tommy manages to sleep through that, Buck will never know, but he's grateful. He knows Tommy needs all the sleep he can get.

He climbs out of bed, pulls on his boxers, and makes his way out of their bedroom. Tommy's cravings have only heightened his sweet tooth, so he's thinking chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast. This will be the third time this week he's made them but he knows that Tommy certainly won't argue with that.

He's just got the batter on the stove when he feels shuffling behind him. Buck flips a pancake and turns. "Hi baby."

"Hi," Tommy says around a yawn. He waddles (Buck thinks it's the cutest thing he's ever seen in his life) up to Buck and wraps his arms around him as best he can. Really, the best he can do is his hands on Buck's hips, but that works too. "Smells good."

"Should be done soon," Buck says, shivering as the cold tip of Tommy's nose buries itself in the back of his neck. "Want a smoothie too?"

"Yes, please," Tommy says. "The blue-"

"-berry and raspberry," Buck finishes for him with a grin. "I know. Sit down, I've got everything covered."

Tommy makes his way over to the table, sits down in one of the chairs.

He's getting everything plated when it starts.

"…room already for you," Tommy is murmuring to his stomach, hand rubbing up and down. "We hope you like the colors we picked."

Buck loves the room that they made for their little boy. Baby farm animals, the room is done up in soft yellows and greens. It's adorable.

He freezes when he hears Tommy's next words. "…hope you like me."

They've been together long enough that Buck knows all of Tommy's insecurities, but this one…it's said so softly that Buck is almost sure he wasn't meant to hear it. It's said as though Tommy hadn't meant it to come out at all.

He takes deep breaths, decides maybe he'll see if he can bring up the topic later. He finishes Tommy's smoothie, holds it in one hand and their two plates in the other, setting Tommy's in front of him with a soft kiss to his mouth.

Sitting across from him, Buck can tell something's off and when Tommy looks at him and sighs, he knows the decision of what to do about what he heard is out of his hands.

"You heard?" Tommy asks softly.

Buck nods. "Yeah. He's going to love you, Tommy."

Tommy shrugs, trying to affect nonchalance, but it's certainly not working. "I don't have a great example to go from. What if I'm not good at it?"

Buck really does feel like he should have seen this coming. "Baby, you put on a tiara for Jee last week."

Tommy looks embarrassed. "She asked me to, what was I going to say, no?"

Buck bites his lip to hold back a grin. "When Robbie handed you his fire truck at the last barbecue, you sat on the ground with him and played for like half an hour."

"Oh man, it took me forever to get up," Tommy groans. "I thought we were gonna have to rent a crane or something."

"You're gorgeous," Buck says sincerely. He's said it a lot over the last few months, as Tommy's body changed and his stomach got bigger.

He continues, "The farm animals for his room were your idea."

Tommy motions to him. "Have you seen you? If he looks anything like you, he's going to be adorable. He should be surrounded with other adorable things."

Damn it, Buck loves him so much. "And you take care of me. You have for years."

"I'm not sure that's the same thing," Tommy points out, but Buck can see it's working. Helping Tommy through his insecurities over the years has become almost second nature. Tommy had once admitted that he'd always thought he'd deal with his own issues, well, on his own. Buck's made it his life's work to prove otherwise.

"Maybe," Buck allows. "You're going to be the best dad, Tommy. I know it."

Tommy chews the inside of his cheek before he says, "Really?"

Buck gets up from his seat, knows he's going to have to reheat his own breakfast, but he doesn't care as he sinks to his knees in front of him. "You're the best man I know. My person. I'm not worried at all about your abilities as a dad. It never even crossed my mind."

Tommy sniffles and Buck reaches for a tissue from the box on the table, dabs it at his eyes. "You're my person too," Tommy says, voice thick.

Buck grins, holds up his left hand, and wiggles his ring finger. "I had a feeling."

Tommy laughs. "Sorry, I don't know why today, it just sort of hit me that we're going to be dads soon, you know?"

Buck rubs his stomach, feels their son kick under his hand. "Don't say sorry, I know. Jesus, Tommy, there's a little person in there. I'm scared to death. But I've got you, so I'm not worried."

Tommy laughs again, nods. Buck moves up to kiss him. "Okay?"

"Yeah," Tommy says sheepishly. "Thanks."

Buck kisses him again. "Always." He motions to his plate. "Want me to reheat those for you?"

But Tommy's already digging in. "No, they're perfect."

Soon enough, they're eating their breakfast and when Tommy gently sets the glass with the smoothie onto the shelf of his stomach as he tells the baby about how helicopters stay up in the air, Buck thinks his life is pretty damn perfect.

[mrs-delaney]

Teleport 2 Me

Joe Burrow x Reader

Word Count: 4.4k and some change

Request: I was wondering to get a Joe burrow imagine where his fiancé is planning a surprise with kid cudi for their wedding. Whether it is kid cudi singing their first dance song or singing her down the aisle towards to Joe. But she had to turn off her location so the surprise can work because Joe would see where she at if she was taking forever to come home.

Author's Note: I loved the concept of this request immediately! The idea of trying to coordinate one of Joe's favs like Kid Cudi while keeping it from someone as observant as he is? Pure disaster potential. I chose the first dance route with "Teleport 2 Me" because the lyrics about wanting to be close despite distance felt perfect for them.

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You pulled into the driveway at 10:47 PM, which was later than you'd told Joe you'd be home. Again. Every light in the house was on—porch lights, upstairs lights, the whole first floor lit up. Joe's way of letting you know he was awake and waiting without saying it.

Probably watching film. 

Your phone buzzed with a text from Cudi's manager: Rehearsal tomorrow at 2. Can you make it?

Tomorrow Joe had meetings with his agent until 4, which meant you could easily make it and be home before he was. You typed back: I'll be there.

The front door opened before you could reach it.

"Long day?" Joe asked, stepping aside to let you in. His voice was casual, but you caught the way his eyes scanned your face, looking for something. Clues.

"The Kroger campaign is killing me," you said, which wasn't technically a lie. The Kroger campaign was killing you—it just wasn't why you'd been gone for twelve hours. "Sorry I'm so late."

Joe nodded, following you into the kitchen. "You eat?"

"Grabbed something at the office." Another lie. You'd eaten takeout at the recording studio while listening to Kid Cudi run through "Teleport 2 Me" for the third time, making sure it would be perfect for your first dance.

"You've never had to work Sundays before."

The comment was light, conversational, but you knew Joe well enough to hear the edge underneath. He was starting to notice patterns. Starting to ask the questions you'd been dreading.

"It's just until the wedding," you said, hating how easily the deflection came. "Then everything calms down."

Joe's laptop was open on the counter, some defensive scheme paused mid-play. He'd been waiting for you to get home. Had been waiting for hours.

"Come here," he said quietly.

You stepped closer, letting him pull you between his knees where he sat on the barstool. His hands settled at your waist, thumbs brushing against the fabric of your shirt.

"You sure you're okay? You've been..." He paused, choosing his words carefully. "Pulling away lately."

Your heart hammered against your ribs. Three weeks of this secret had you jumping at shadows, and Joe's ability to read people like a book wasn't making it any easier.

"I'm not pulling away," you said quickly, reaching up to touch his face. "I'm just stressed about work and the wedding and trying to get everything perfect for us. I love you. I can't wait to marry you. It's just... a lot right now."

That got a small smile out of him, but his eyes stayed concerned.

"3 more days," he said, like he was trying to convince himself everything was normal.

* * *

You'd been at the venue for three hours, watching Kid Cudi run through the acoustic arrangement of "Teleport 2 Me" while his sound engineer adjusted levels for the reception space. Your phone had been buzzing periodically with texts from Joe, but you'd kept it on silent, location services turned off. The last thing you needed was him seeing you were at the wedding venue when you'd told him you were staying late at the office.

How's the Kroger campaign going?

Want me to pick up dinner?

Call me when you're wrapping up

Each message made your stomach twist a little tighter. Five days until the wedding, and you were running out of believable excuses for these long absences.

"I think we've got it," Cudi said, setting down his guitar. "The acoustic version's going to be perfect for the first dance."

You smiled, finally allowing yourself to feel excited instead of anxious. "He's going to lose his mind. He has no clue."

"Good. That's what we're going for." He grinned. "Man, I can't wait to see his reaction. This is gonna be special." He stood up, stretching. "Same time tomorrow for final soundcheck?"

Tomorrow's rehearsal was scheduled for 2 PM again, right when Joe would be at his final suit fitting. Another narrow window to coordinate around his schedule.

"I'll be there."

The drive home felt longer than usual, your mind already crafting explanations for why you'd been unreachable for the past hour. Traffic. Difficult client. Phone on silent during a presentation. All technically possible, none of them true.

Joe's car was in the garage when you pulled in.

"Hey," you called as you walked in, dropping your purse on the counter. "Sorry, that meeting ran forever."

Joe looked up from his laptop, where he appeared to be reviewing some kind of contract. "No problem. How'd it go?"

"Good. Finally got the creative approved." The lie came easily now, which should have bothered you more than it did. "What time did you get home?"

"Around six." He closed the laptop, giving you his full attention. "Your location's been off all day."

The statement was casual, conversational, but something in his tone made you freeze. You forced yourself to look confused, pulling out your phone.

"What? Let me check..." You tapped through to settings, pretending to investigate while your heart hammered. "That's weird."

Joe was already pulling up his phone, fingers moving across the screen with practiced ease. "It's back on now," he said, turning the screen toward you. There you were, a little dot on the map in your kitchen.

You stared at it for a beat too long before responding. "Huh. That's weird. I didn't turn it off. Must be a glitch."

"Must be," Joe agreed, but his eyes stayed on your face.

The silence stretched between you, heavy with unspoken questions. Joe had always been good at reading tells—it's what made him great at his position, the ability to see what defenses were really doing beneath the surface. And right now, you felt completely transparent.

"I'm going to shower," you said finally, needing to escape his analytical gaze.

"Yeah, okay." He reopened his laptop, but you could feel him watching as you headed toward the stairs.

In the bathroom, you leaned against the closed door and exhaled slowly. That had been close.  Joe wasn't stupid, and he definitely wasn't the type to let inconsistencies slide without eventually asking direct questions.

Your phone buzzed with a text from Cudi's manager: Tomorrow's rehearsal moved to 1 PM. Still work for you?

You typed back quickly: Perfect. See you then.

One more day. One more lie. And then Joe would understand why you'd been so secretive, why you'd been pulling away, why you'd been turning your location off and coming home exhausted from "work meetings" that made no sense.

When you came back downstairs twenty minutes later, Joe was still at the counter, but his laptop was closed again. He looked up as you entered the kitchen, and something in his expression had shifted.

"Everything okay?" you asked, though you weren't sure you wanted to hear the answer.

"Yeah," he said, but his tone suggested otherwise. "Just thinking."

About what, you wanted to ask, but didn't. Because you were pretty sure you already knew.

Joe stood, moving toward you with that measured way he approached everything when he was processing information. His hands found your waist, thumbs brushing against your sides.

"You know you can tell me anything, right?" he said quietly. "If something's going on, if you're stressed about the wedding or work or... if you're having second thoughts, we can cancel everything right now and just do something you and me. Whatever you need."  The sincerity in his voice almost broke you. Here he was, offering you an out, a chance to come clean, and all you could do was lie to his face again.

"I know," you said, reaching up to touch his jaw. "I want this wedding, Joe. I want to marry you in front of everyone. It's just work stuff - I've been putting in extra hours because of all the time we're taking off for the honeymoon. I promise it'll calm down once we're back."

Joe nodded, but you could see he wasn't entirely convinced. His quarterback brain was filing away details, building a case, waiting for more evidence before making his move.

"Okay," he said simply, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I trust you."

The words hit like a punch to the chest. He trusted you, and you were lying to him 2 days before your wedding. For a good reason, but still lying.

"I love you," you said, meaning it more than you'd ever meant anything.

"I love you too."

But as he held you in the quiet kitchen, you could feel something shifting between you. A small crack in the foundation of trust you'd built together, one that you hoped would heal completely when he finally understood what you'd been doing.

2 more days. You just had to make it 2 more days.

* * *

You were running out of believable excuses, and Joe was running out of patience.

"I can come with you," he'd said that morning when you mentioned needing to run wedding errands. "Help carry stuff, keep you company."

The offer was sweet and completely normal, which made lying about it feel even worse.

"I'm just getting my nails done baby" you'd said quickly. "Rumi is coming with me. Girl time, you know?"

Joe had nodded, but something in his expression suggested he was filing that information away with all the other inconsistencies he'd been cataloging.

Now you were pulling into the driveway after three and a half hours at the venue, coordinating final details with Kid Cudi and his team. Your phone showed two missed texts from Joe:

Nails taking forever?

You good?

You'd responded with vague reassurances about the salon being busy, but as you walked toward the front door, you realized your hands looked exactly the same as when you'd left that morning.

Joe was in the kitchen when you walked in, laptop closed in front of him, arms crossed. The posture of someone who'd been thinking.

"How'd it go?" he asked.

"Good. They were super busy, but Rumi and I got to catch up." The lie felt heavier each time you told one. "Sorry it took so long."

Joe's eyes dropped to your hands, taking in your unchanged manicure with the same analytical precision he used to read defensive formations.

"It doesn't take three and a half hours to get your fucking nails done."

The statement hung between you, sharp and pointed. You looked down at your hands, realizing too late that your excuse had fallen apart before you'd even made it through the door.

"They were really backed up," you said weakly. "And we grabbed lunch after."

"Your nails look exactly the same as they did this morning."

There was frustration in his voice, that quiet anger that meant he was putting pieces together and didn't like what he was finding. You could practically see him building his case, the same way he processed information on the field.

Your phone rang before you could respond, Kid Cudi's manager's name flashing on the screen. The timing couldn't have been worse.

"I should take this," you said, already moving toward the sliding door to the backyard.

"At 8 PM? The night before our wedding?"

You were already outside, pressing accept before Joe could ask any more questions.

"Hey, Dennis," you said quietly, glancing back toward the house. Joe was still visible through the glass, watching.

"Just wanted to confirm timing for tomorrow," Dennis said. "Cudi will be there at six for final sound check. We've got the acoustic guitar ready, and he knows to stay hidden until the DJ calls him out."

"Perfect," you whispered, turning away from the house. "And he remembers—"

"Make sure Joe can't know until the moment, yeah. We've kept it secret this long, we're not blowing it now."

Relief flooded through you. Tomorrow night, all of this secrecy would finally make sense. Joe would understand why you'd been pulling away, why you'd been lying, why you'd been—

The sliding door opened behind you.

"I have to go," you said quickly, ending the call.

Joe was standing in the doorway, his expression unreadable in the dim porch light.

"Work call?" he asked as you walked back inside.

"Yeah, just... client thing."

"At eight PM. The night before our wedding." His voice was still level, but you could hear the edge creeping in. "About someone who can't know what?"

Your stomach dropped. "What?"

"I heard you. 'Make sure he can't know until...' and something about keeping secrets." Joe closed the sliding door behind you, his movements deliberate. "Who is 'he'? And what have you been keeping secret?"

The kitchen suddenly felt too small, the walls closing in as Joe's pale blue eyes stayed fixed on your face. This was it. The moment you'd been dreading for three weeks.

"It's not what you think—"

"Then tell me what it is." He stepped closer, and you could see the hurt starting to break through his controlled exterior. "Because from where I'm standing, my fiancée has been lying to me for weeks. Disappearing for hours, turning her location off, taking mysterious calls about keeping secrets from some guy."

"Joe—"

"You said you were getting your nails done, but they look exactly the same. You've been 'working late' every night for two weeks. Your location's been off more times than I can count." His voice was getting quieter, more controlled, which somehow made it worse. "So help me understand what I'm missing here."

You opened your mouth, then closed it. Every instinct screamed to tell him the truth, to end this nightmare and explain everything. But tomorrow was your wedding day. Tomorrow night, when Kid Cudi walked out with his guitar, Joe would understand. You just had to make it eighteen more hours.

"I can't," you said finally.

"You can't." Joe repeated the words like he was testing how they sounded. "You can't tell your fiancé what you've been doing or who you've been talking to."

"It's not like that."

"Then what is it like?" The hurt was fully visible now, cutting through his usual composure. "Because I'm running out of explanations that don't involve you seeing someone else."

The accusation hit like a physical blow. "How can you say that? How can you think that about me?"

"What am I supposed to think?" Joe's voice cracked slightly. "You disappear for hours with bullshit excuses. You're taking secret calls about some guy who can't know something. You won't tell me what's going on." He ran a hand through his hair, the first sign of his legendary control slipping. "If you're having second thoughts about us, about the wedding, just tell me. Don't... don't do this."

"I'm not having second thoughts." The words came out fierce, desperate. "I love you. I want to marry you tomorrow more than I've ever wanted anything."

"Then tell me what's going on."

You stared at him, this man you loved more than breathing, watching him break apart because of your lies. Every fiber of your being wanted to explain, to take away the pain in his eyes, to make him understand that everything you'd done was for him.

"I can't," you whispered again.

Something shifted in Joe's expression then, shutting down like a computer going into safe mode. The hurt was still there, but buried under layers of protection.

"Okay," he said quietly. "I guess I'll figure it out eventually."

He moved past you toward the stairs, his shoulder brushing yours in the narrow space.

"Joe, wait—"

"I'm sleeping in the guest room tonight," he said without turning around. "And if there's someone else... if that's what this is... don't make me stand up there tomorrow. Just tell me now."

You listened to his footsteps on the stairs, heard the guest room door close with a soft click. The kitchen fell silent except for the hum of the refrigerator and the sound of your heart breaking.

Eighteen more hours. You just had to survive eighteen more hours, and then he'd understand. Then he'd know that every lie, every secret, every moment of distance had been because you loved him so much you were willing to risk everything to give him something perfect.

* * *

You didn't see Joe until you were walking down the aisle.

The morning had been a whirlwind of hair and makeup and your sister fussing over the bustle of your dress, everyone too busy to notice that you kept checking your phone for updates from Kid Cudi's team. The ceremony was at four, reception at six, and Cudi had already done his sound check that morning while you were getting ready. Everything was falling into place exactly as you'd planned for three weeks.

But first, you had to marry Joe.

When the music started and the doors opened, revealing the intimate garden ceremony you'd dreamed about, your breath caught. There he was, standing at the altar in his perfectly tailored navy suit, hands clasped in front of him, looking like he'd stepped out of a magazine. But it was his face that made your chest tighten.

The moment he saw you, everything shifted. The careful distance from this morning, the hurt from last night—all of it dissolved as his expression transformed into something soft and wondering. This was the Joe you'd fallen in love with, the one who looked at you like you were the only person in the world who mattered.

Your dad squeezed your arm as you reached the altar. "He's a good one," he whispered, placing your hand in Joe's.

"Hi," Joe said quietly, just for you, that slight smile tugging at his lips.

"Hi," you whispered back, and suddenly everything else faded away.

The ceremony passed in a blur of joy and laughter and tears. When it came time for vows, Joe's voice was steady and sure as he promised to love you through everything life threw at you, to be your constant in an unpredictable world, to choose you every single day for the rest of his life.

When you promised to be his safe place, his teammate, his biggest supporter, you meant every word. Even if you'd been lying to him for three weeks, even if he'd questioned everything last night, this moment was pure truth.

"You may kiss your bride."

Joe's hands framed your face as he kissed you, soft and reverent, and the small crowd erupted in cheers. When you broke apart, he pressed his forehead to yours.

"We did it," he murmured.

"We did it," you agreed, grinning so wide your cheeks hurt.

"I love you so much," he whispered, just for you, his voice thick with emotion.

"I love you too," you whispered back, and he kissed you again, softer this time.

The cocktail hour flew by in a haze of congratulations and photos and champagne. You caught Joe watching you during pictures, that little furrow between his brows that meant he was thinking.

"You okay?" you asked during a brief moment alone while the photographer adjusted lighting.

"Yeah," he said, reaching for your hand. "About last night—"

"After," you said quickly, squeezing his fingers. "Let's just enjoy this, okay? We'll talk about everything after."

Joe studied your face for a moment, then nodded. "Okay. But we are going to talk."

"I know. I promise."

Dinner passed in a blur of toasts and laughter and the best food you'd ever tasted. Joe seemed more relaxed as the evening went on, falling back into his usual rhythm of dry jokes and quiet observations that made you laugh until your sides hurt. This was your husband now. Your husband, who had no idea what was coming.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the DJ's voice cut through the gentle chatter of your sixty guests, "it's time for our newlyweds' first dance."

This was it.

Joe stood immediately, extending his hand with that easy confidence that made everything look effortless. "Ready, Mrs. Burrow?"

The name still sent a thrill through you. "I'm ready, Mr. Burrow."

He led you to the center of the dance floor, his hand finding its familiar place at the small of your back, the other intertwining your fingers. Around you, chairs scraped as guests turned to watch, phones already appearing to capture the moment.

"Just like we practiced," Joe murmured, that slight smile playing at his lips. "Try not to step on my feet."

"That was one time," you protested, laughing despite your nerves.

"It was more than three," he corrected, grinning. 

The familiar banter steadied you, reminded you why this surprise would be perfect. Joe had no idea that his favorite artist was about to walk out and perform the song that had gotten you both through so many late nights and long separations.

"Before we begin," the DJ announced, "the bride has a very special surprise for her new husband."

Joe's hand tightened reflexively around yours, confusion flickering across his features. "What—"

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Kid Cudi."

The words seemed to hang in the air for a split second before Joe's expression shifted from confusion to complete shock. His mouth opened slightly, then closed again, his eyes widening as he stared at you like you'd just performed actual magic.

From the side of the reception space, Kid Cudi emerged with an acoustic guitar, moving toward the simple stool and microphone setup that had appeared during dinner. The intimate crowd erupted in surprised murmurs and scattered applause, but Joe didn't seem to hear any of it.

He was staring at you like he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing.

"You didn't," he breathed, voice barely audible over the growing excitement from your guests.

"I did," you whispered, watching his face cycle through shock, understanding, and something that looked close to tears.

Kid Cudi settled onto the stool, adjusting the guitar across his lap. When he spoke into the microphone, his voice was warm and genuine: "This is for Joe and his beautiful wife Y/N. Congratulations, man."

Joe's composure—that legendary calm that stayed intact under fourth-quarter pressure—finally cracked. His jaw worked for a moment like he was trying to find words that didn't exist, his hand squeezing yours tighter like he needed to feel something real.

"All those late nights," he said slowly, pieces clicking into place with almost audible precision. "The meetings that didn't make sense. Your location being off."

You nodded, thumb tracing over his knuckles. "I really hated lying to you."

"All those meetings." His voice carried that quiet amazement he got when he finally understood how a play was designed to work. "You were planning this with him."

"For weeks," you confirmed. "Planning this. Making sure it was perfect."

The opening guitar notes of "Teleport 2 Me" filled the space, gentle and acoustic and impossibly intimate. When Cudi's voice joined the melody, singing the words that had meant everything to you both —

Gettin in from the airport

You're gettin in from your study group

The only thing missing at this point is bonafide chillin time with you

Joe's carefully controlled expression finally shattered completely.

"Baby," he managed, voice thick with emotion. "You brought him here. For us."

"Don't cry at our wedding," you whispered, reaching up to catch the tear before it fell, even though your own eyes were burning.

He laughed, the sound watery and incredulous. "Don't cry? You coordinated with Kid Cudi to sing our song at our wedding. I think crying is pretty reasonable right now."

You started to sway as the music swelled, Joe pulling you closer than you'd practiced, needing you against him while he processed the magnitude of what you'd done. Cudi's voice wrapped around you: 

I want you girl and I need your body right here

Won't you teleport to me

I want you girl and I need your body right here

Won't you teleport to me

"This song," Joe murmured against your temple, "when I first played it for you..."

"When you were in Miami for a game," you finished. "And you said you wished you could just teleport home to me."

"I can't believe you remembered that. I can't believe you did this."

"I remember everything about you, Joe Burrow."

As the song continued, Joe caught sight of your families watching. His mom was crying, his dad had that proud smile he wore during big games. Your parents looked stunned and delighted. But mostly, he was aware of this moment—of Cudi singing —

A moment of loneliness and I can't close my eyes

Without you by my side

While he held his wife, finally understanding why you'd been so stressed, so secretive, so careful about keeping this surprise intact.

"I thought..." Joe started, then stopped, jaw tightening slightly.

"What?" you asked, pulling back to see his face properly.

"Last night, I thought you were..." He couldn't finish the sentence, couldn't even say the words out loud now that he knew the truth.

Your heart broke a little. "Joe, no. Never. This—" you gestured subtly toward Cudi, toward the impossibility of what you'd pulled off "—this is how much I love you."

When the song reached its emotional peak—

Hey, hey 

Teleport to me

Right here

Won't you teleport to me baby

Joe spun you gently, bringing you back against his chest.

"I'm sorry," he said into your ear, voice rough with emotion. "I'm so sorry I doubted you."

"You had every reason to," you replied. "I was being shady as hell."

"For this," he said, like he still couldn't quite believe it. "You were being shady to surprise me with Kid Cudi at our wedding."

"Worth it?" you asked as the song began to wind down.

Joe's answer was the way he kissed you—soft, grateful, overwhelmed—while their families and friends exploded into applause around them.

"So worth it," he murmured against your lips. "Best surprise of my life."

As the guitar notes faded into silence, Joe looked toward Kid Cudi, who was standing from the stool. Without hesitation, Joe crossed the few steps to him, pulling him into a genuine embrace.

"Thank you," Joe said, and everyone close enough could hear the emotion in his voice. "That was... thank you."

"Your wife's pretty special," Cudi replied, grinning. "She's been planning this for months. Wouldn't let me mess up a single detail."

Joe looked back at you, still standing in the middle of the dance floor, watching him with that soft smile that had made him fall in love with you in the first place.

"Yeah," he said, voice carrying that quiet certainty that defined everything important in his life. "She really is."

[c4tluver02]

Oki sooooo I have an idea… I want like imagine having a sleepover with everyone… it’s chaotic, loud, people sleeping on the floor (only robin, reader, and Steve get the queen bed) so in this it would be like Steve and reader are together and robin is readers bestest friend(they definitely cuddle) maybe a movie or board game stuff to keep everyone busy idk just I feel it would be so fun and chaotic to get all of the gangs back together in one cramped room THANK YOU YOURE THE BEST!!!

-🫀

group sleepover

wc: 3k

cw: fem! r, robin and r are bffs <3, flufffff, Steve is whipped for r, Steves house isn't canon w the show cuz that layout is atrocious!!!!

a/n: thank you so much for your request!!!! sorry it took me a second to get out, i hope you enjoy! <3 :D

Having a sleepover with the whole gang could be considered one of Steve's worst ideas. It’s the last weekend before summer ends, meaning soon the kids will be in school. Once they are busy and Steve starts working full time nights like these will be few and far between. Which is the only reason he agreed to this big sleepover. 

 Four bowls of chips sounds excessive, shit it even looks excessive. But when 6 growing teens are coming over you gotta do what you gotta do. Robin is even coming over, Steve knows he is gonna be the third wheel between the two of you but at least you’ll sit near him. Sometimes running your hands through his golden hair, highlighted from the sun. 

There are three games on the coffee table; clue, sorry, and a card game. One Dustin brought over the last time he was here. Steve blew up an air mattress that should hopefully fit three kids, two can sleep on his large couch and one will have to suck it up and take the floor. Robin, you, and Steve will sleep in his room. 

It’s hopefully a fool proof plan, everyone has a spot, there's food and games, nothing should leave anyone bored. The kids will probably swim while the three of you watch a new horror movie that came out. Working with Robin at Family Video has its perks. 

Speaking of, Robin is the first to arrive. You greet her with a big hug and the two of you go into the kitchen to set up more snacks. He can hear you laughing so clearly from the living room, where the air mattress is still being inflated. 

“Buckly!” Steve yells over the loud air machine. 

“What!” She yells back, you’d think she would go towards him to see what he needs but nope, not Robin. 

It immediately makes Steve roll his eyes and step over the mattress. When he enters the kitchen he can see you sitting in a chair getting your hair braided. You didn't necessarily get all dolled up for the sleepover but Steve still thinks you look gorgeous right now. With a wide smile and knees pressed to your chest he wants more than anything to give you a million kisses. But Robin of course is quick to ruin the mood. 

“Why are you staring at her you perv.” You can't really move your head to see him because of the braiding but you can hear his sigh. 

“What types of drinks should we put out?” He’s mainly asking you since you know what's in his fridge but for some reason your voice isn't what he hears. 

“I want dr pepper.” Robin states. 

“I second that.” You finish.

It’s enough of an answer for him and he takes the big gallon bottle out. It’s perfect timing since the doorbell rings. 

When he opens the door it’s Max, El, Lucas, and Mike. He can see the back of Hopper's car, he must have picked some up and dropped them all off. How lucky of him to not have to deal with six kids. Still Steve widens the door so they can all come in, they only stop in the living room to drop off their overnight bags then immediately head towards the kitchen. 

“Hey guys.” Robin says finishing your braid. They all give hi’s back. 

“Whatever you guys do, do not touch the air mattress yet. It’s not done filling with air. Capeesh?” Steve says only a few steps behind them. 

They all give a lazy nod and head back into the living room to look at the games. Finally Steve has a moment alone with you. No Robin or kids taking up all of your attention. 

“Y’lookin real pretty honey.” He compliments. 

“Thank you. So do you.” You give a kiss and Steve practically melts into you. He’s nice and tan from all your pool days and it's doing a lot for you right now. 

Your fingers massaging the back of his shoulders feel so good he lets out a low groan. But he gets probably 30 seconds of calm before he hears a loud shout from Robin. 

“Guys Steve said don't-” 

A loud rip is the only sound that can be heard. 

His hands leave you milliseconds after to see what happened. Will and Dustin are on the air mattress as it quickly deflates. A loud rush of air comes out of the side of it. 

“What did I just say, like, not even two minutes ago?” His voice is loud to compensate for the leaking air. It looks like they jumped onto it which pushed air out of the hole that the machine was connected to, causing the hole to rip even wider from the weight. 

“I wasn't here two minutes ago!” Dustin yells. 

By the end of his sentence the air has completely left the mattress leaving them flat on the floor. 

“Well I guess most of you are sleeping on the floor.” Steve rubs his temples as he pops his hip out, doing what you call his ‘mom pose’. The kids let out a collective groan at the information. 

“I thought you were rich, don't you have like 7 rooms in this place?” Dustin asks. 

All Steve does is turn to you with an annoyed look on his face. It makes you smile because he’s such a parent at heart. You hear a small ‘idiots’ come out of him as he makes his way back to the kitchen, to get a beer no doubt. 

“Did you guys want to swim still? Steve set everything up with the heater and lights.” It needs to be heated as fall is approaching, no longer warm from summer. In reality you need a minute or more of silence. Already a little overwhelmed with the fact that they all just got here and some things are already going wrong. 

They go outside and Robin takes the movie out of her bag to put it in. You grab Steve from the kitchen and the three of you sit on the couch. Your head is on Robin's shoulder as your feet rest on Steve's lap. He’s being so kind and massaging your calves. When things jump out it’s Robin that you grab onto and Steve starts to wonder how he’s not the one you’re leaning on. He doesn't even know if it’s him you'll be sleeping with tonight.

Robin talks during the scary parts to self sooth and you fell asleep from the massage but overall the movie is a hit. The kids only bothered you guys twice to get towels and drinks but nothing that took you away from the film for long. It’s a nice break overall and just in time because the kids are over the pool already. 

Steve has to lock them outside so they don't walk inside wet and it lands him a few shouts and banging on the slider door. But it works because they dry off enough to put their pjs on. 

The two of you sit on the couch again as you wait for everyone to change into night clothes. 

“What would you rate the movie?” He’s being a smartass because he knows you fell asleep during it.

“Well what a great question! I’d give it a 4.3 stars.” You answer back sarcastically. 

“To be honest I think if you fall asleep during a horror movie that must mean it’s a 1 star.” 

“Did you enjoy it?” You can't confirm it deserves a 1 star because you were too busy watching the back of your eyelids. 

“I mean I’m glad I didn't buy it, but I am glad I got to watch it.” So basically it was like a 2, maybe 3 star. Steve is generous and easy going which means his rating needs to be altered. 

The sound of people coming downstairs ends your conversation there. Still you don't move from your spot of laying against his chest. 

“God you guys, get a room!” Mike shouts as he sees you clearly from the top of the stairs. 

If anything his comment cements you to your warm boyfriend. You even give him a long kiss on his lips to upset them even more. 

“Okay game time?” Robin asks, coming out of the kitchen with a donut in hand. 

“Um, where did you find that?” One of the kids ask

“I got it from the back of the pantry.” She responds with her mouth full. 

You and Steve tried to hide it but obviously you have little miss snoop here that can't keep her hands to herself. It’s not long before Max brings the box out for everyone to have. 

Once donuts are done being eaten you all circle around for a board game, because there's too many of you there have to be teams. It’s Max and Lucus, Mike and El, Will and Dustin, and you with Robin. Steve sat out for the game, but really he’ll help you by cheating off the others. And when you win the faux look you give could get you an oscar. The look of shock and surprise takes over your features. No one cheers for you but Steve and Robin, too busy being sore losers. 

“I think we have a cheater on our hands.” Will states as the others nod in agreement. 

“I agree, I think there's no way she won that all alone.” Mike adds. 

This gives them a real scoff. “I can win alone, especially when my opponents are 10 years olds.” 

“I'm 15.” 

“Really? Cause you dont act like it and you for sure didn't play like it.” You fold your arms and it makes your boobs look amazing in your tank top, Steve has to pull his eyes away. 

They all just give you little huffs and rolled eyes. Not taking it as any real fight. However, between the swimming and board game they've been over for around 5 hours. The pool took all their physical energy as the board game took all their mental energy. Leaving you with a bunch of sleepy kids who had to still fight over who got the couch and who got the floor. 

All of you were still sat on the floor besides Steve and Robin. You were between Steve's legs as he re braids your hair. 

“I think the girls deserve the couch.” Max's fights. 

“Funny I think you're wrong.” 

“Okay then who do you think deserves the couch?” You can tell by her sigh she isn't in the mood to fight about it, which might cause an even bigger fight. 

“Easy, me and Will.” Dustin speaks out. This earns a small laugh from Steve as he shakes his head.

“Why would the two people who broke the bed get to sleep on the couch?” Mike’s voice is sharp and leaves Dustin scratching his neck with no response. 

Steve squeezes your shoulders to let you know he's done with your hair. You lean your head back and it hits the edge of the couch with pouty lips, signalling to Steve you want a kiss. He gives you one and for the first time the kids don't make any comments. Only too busy with the sleeping situation to tell you how gross you two are. 

Now that you no longer have a reason to be on the floor you get up. Steve lets you use his legs to push yourself up with his hands going to your hips as your legs go out. The fuzzy feeling in your bones lets you know that you've been sitting on them for far too long, going to sleep. 

When he gives your butt a small slap Robin is the one to call you guys out. Kissing is one thing, ass slapping is another. 

Since she's still sitting on the couch you walk around it to get behind her, your arms lightly wrap around her shoulders and her head falls against yours. 

“Are you ready to go to bed?” It comes out all mumbled but she still understands you. 

“I’m ready for some peace and quiet, is that the same thing?” She whispers just enough that the kids can't hear, not that they would, they're still arguing, but enough that Steve hears her from the other end of the couch and lets out a laugh. 

“I’ll go get some blankets for them.” He gets up from the couch with a loud groan. His arms stretch up to the sky to stretch and it shows a little bit of his tummy. The happy trail that leads to below his pants and a belly that's full of food from your early dinner. He’s truly perfect. You have the most perfect boyfriend. 

“I can get pillows from your parents room?” You know Steve's house inside and out which is a small thing but it makes Steve all ooey gooey. It’s basically your house as well just from how many nights you stay over, he’s not even sure why you're asking him.

“Good idea, Robin, are you gonna do anything to help or just sit there?” 

She makes a ‘hmm’ noise and Steve rolls his eyes for the 50th time tonight. He needs to be careful or they’ll get stuck!

“Nah I think I’ll just wait for you two to get everything out.” Her long legs stretch out on the couch, taking the spot where Steve was just sitting. 

You just shrug, never mad at Robin for anything the way he is. It only takes you guys a few minutes to get all the extra stuff for the kids, really no chore at all. By the time you both get back the kids are no longer yelling at each other and Robin is gone from her spot. 

“So who's getting the couch?” You ask. 

“Me and El.” Max smiles at you. Her pretty smile makes you smile. The boys will always put up a fight but when it comes down to it Mike and Lucas will do whatever their girlfriends ask and Will just follows suit. Dustin is high strung but only for so long. 

“Here's blankets, I'll let you fight over those too. The boys get pillows since they are on the ground.” Steve says throwing a bunch of different blankets on top of the girls. 

Unlike him you hand the pillows to each person. They all take it with a ‘thanks’, something Steve didn't get due to his different method. El and Max give you hugs goodnight as your boyfriend waits by the stairs for you. 

“You’ll see them in the morning cmon.” He says, throwing his head back. Is asking for an hour alone with your girlfriend really too much to ask? 

You know you’re spending too much time with him when you copy his eye roll. A sass that has transferred to you within record time. You guess that's what happens when you spend two weeks straight with him. 

Still you let go of them and make your way up the stairs. Steve's hand is holding yours, it forces him to slow down going up. Your tired body is not going as quickly as him. He doesn't know how you're more tired than he is even after your hour nap during the film. 

When he opens the door to his room Robin is already in bed. Thankfully he has a queen bed so really no part of him will have to deal with Robin tonight. Her body is pressed against the wall, a slight snore comes out of her. You will have to sleep in the middle but this isn't your first sleepover with these two. Normally it’s Robin pressed against the wall because she's such a deep sleeper, then it’s you, and then Steve who almost falls out of the bed. 

He complains every morning about it but he’s never fallen so nothing changes tonight. Because you didn't get fully ready for this sleepover all you had to do was brush your teeth. If Steve was in a good mood maybe you'd ask if he could do it for you. But he’s gonna be on the edge of the bed with barely any covers so you do it yourself. 

Not without laying your back to his chest, making him support all your weight as you brush your teeth with your eyes closed. Steve’s arm is tight around your tummy to keep you up. His fingers tap against your side to keep you awake, a barely there hum comes out of him to have a beat to follow. 

When both of you are done, he lifts the covers so you can slide into his big bed. He follows suit and your head is on his chest in seconds. Steve sets a challenge with himself in his head that you’ll be asleep in 3 minutes. He’ll have to keep an eye on the clock, that is if he himself doesn’t fall asleep. Your hands find his in the dark and a leg tangles with his. 

When he wakes up however, you're no longer stuck in his grasp like you were going to bed. This time you and Robin are spooning, you being the little spoon. Both of you are dead asleep, completely comfortable in your position. 

Steve can hear little voices downstairs and he sighs knowing he has to make breakfast for 6 kids. Maybe having 6 little Harringtons isn't in his future. It’s not sounding too great to him at 8am as it did at 8pm. He’s able to get ready, cook, and eat with the kids whilst you both sleep. At 10am he wakes you up with a few small kisses on your forehead and a flick to Robins. It gets you both up the same which was his plan. 

He can hear a yell from one of the kids, then another screaming out his name. The carpet in his room is starting to hurt his knees from kneeling down to be face level with you as you wake up. Steves is just about ready for this sleepover to be done with.  

[lazyjellyfish300]

𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝒅𝒂𝒚 1~𝒑𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏

🥪 scarred!nanami kento x spouse!reader

🥪 synopsis: Kento reads Junie B. Jones with your little family at bedtime. 💕

🥪words: 1.4k

🥪cw: fluff, post shibuya scarred!kento, no mention of reader's gender but imagined w a wife in mind, you have kids together, excerpts used from the book Junie B. Jones: Boss of Lunch by Barbara Parks. All credit to that amazing woman for a book series I grew up loving. May she rest in peace. 💕

🥪 a/n: my day 1 entry for Nanami Week for the SFW prompt: Papamin. 💕 It's gonna get real kento krazy on my blog this week for my beloved's birthday. 💕💕 Stay tuned for more goodies. 💕 @/nanamiweek thank you so much for letting me participate. 🫶🏽💕 sparkle dividers by @/anitalenia. bread dividers by @/saradika-graphics

Thunder rattles the pewter clouds in a rumble of showers, pelting the ground with its evening lullaby. The cows, pig, and goats are tucked into golden pools of hay with gentle snores.

There's one window in the farmhouse that remains alight, soft giggles coming from the other side as your two oldest girls and your youngest little boy all squeeze in a heap of warmth on top of your husband, Kento, huddled around a book.

You can hear them upstairs with your third oldest baby girl attached at your hip as you make her a warm glass of water for the evening.

"You're gonna miss storytime, Noodle." You smile at her as she hides in your pajama pants, pawing at your sweater for uppies.

"Don't you wanna find out what Daddy's reading tonight?"

She hides her face in your neck and wraps her chubby arms halfway around your face.

"C'mon, we'll go up there together." You whisper as you turn out the light.

---

You gently knock at the half opened door to your oldest two daughters' room and creak it open. In the middle is Kento, his long legs practically hanging off the small bed with your oldest with her head on his stomach, your middle daughter in a cozy heap near his feet, and your baby boy tucked under his right arm.

"Don't mind us." You whisper as you sneak in, tiptoeing to the rocking chair on the other side of the room with your baby girl in your arms.

"Well hello." Kento smiles with his eyepatch retired for the evening in his grey t-shirt and fleece pajama pants, warmth in his expression as he catches sight of your daughter being bashful.

"We've got room for one more if you'd like, darling."

"What do you think, Noodle? Wanna go cuddle with Daddy? Oop, looks like Bubba wants to trade you places."

Your baby boy reaches out to you, begging for a spot in your lap and your little girl hesitates, but then eagerly gets down and allows Kento to scoop her up with his free arm so she's laying against his chest.

"Comfy?" Kento asks her and she responds by closing her eyes as she nuzzles closer against him.

"What's the story tonight, sweetheart?" You ask, shifting so your son doesn't crush your arm.

"Junie B. Jones: Boss of Lunch."

Noodle's face lights up with glee.

"See, honey? I knew you wouldn't want to miss it. You love Junie B."

Kento flips the page back. "We're going to start over so Noodle can catch up, is that alright with everyone?"

Your children nod in agreement and Kento clears his throat as he reads from the beginning.

It was adorable how expressive Kento could get, but only in moments like this when he was in the domestic shelter of little ones you created together, the inflections of his normally calm voice became more goofy, less serious, more warm than he usually was, if that was even possible.

He narrates Junie B. Jones' current adventure where the first grader was excited to open her brand new lunch box during class.

"And I reached way down. And I lifted up the lid of my brand-new, shiny—

“LUNCH BOX!” hollered out May. “JUNIE JONES JUST OPENED HER LUNCH BOX AGAIN, MR. SCARY! AND YOU TOLD HER NOT TO DO THAT ANYMORE! REMEMBER?”

May is the tattletale girl who sits next to me.

I do not actually care for her." credit: Barbara Parks

A faint smirk fights to spread on Kento's face as it appears the protagonist of the story also has a classmate she's rather not fond of.

You don't have to guess to know the white haired image that pops into your brain and you give Kento a look that says "Behave." And he continues with a hum.

"After that, I held my lunch box way high in the air so all of Room One could see it. “See all the birdlets, children? There are owlets and eaglets and ducklets and chicklets,” I explained.

I put my lunch box on my desk. And I took out the thermos.

“And see this thermos, people? This thermos has pictures of bird nests on it. Isn’t that cute?”

May made a face. “Ick,” she said. “Who wants to drink out of a stinky, pooey bird’s nest?”

I made a face at her. “ I do, that’s who, May!” I said. “I love drinking out of stinky, pooey birds’ nests.”

May reached into her desk and pulled out a lunch ticket. “Well, I buy my lunch, Junie Jones,” she said. “Bought lunches are much better than brought lunches. Bought lunches don’t sit around all morning and get soggy.” credit: Barbara Parks

Kento raises a brow. "I beg to differ. Perhaps May's mother doesn't toast the bread."

"Ken, honey, keep reading the story."

Kento continues.

"I crossed my arms at that girl. “That’s the dumbest thing I ever heard of, May,” I said right back. “ Brought lunches are way better than bought lunches. ’Cause brought lunches are made special by our very own mothers!”"

credit: Barbara Parks

"Good for her!" Your oldest chimes in from her spot on Kento's stomach.

"I agree, love."

Kento continues reading into the next chapter where Junie B's class goes to the cafeteria for lunchtime and all her friends decide to buy hoagies instead of bringing their lunches.

"I think even you would like this hoagie, Junie B.,” he said. “Look. It has ham and salami and cheese and lettuce and tomato.”"

credit: Barbara Parks

"Mmm!" Your kids react to the description, except for your middle daughter.

"Casse Croutes are better."

Kento ruffles her hair with pride. "You're very right about that, Bee."

Kento reaches the end of the chapter and puts a bookmark in and your kids groan in disappointment.

"We wanna find out what happens!" Your oldest pouts as Kento shuffles with all the others in his arms, allowing her to crawl under the covers as he tucks her in and you take care of the others.

"Tomorrow, Jellybean." Kento reassures her. "If we keep reading then we'll finish the book already."

"That's not fair! I saw Daddy reading past his bedtime last night." Your middle daughter tattles as you tuck her under the blankets.

"That so?" You shoot Kento a playful side eye.

Kento smirks, addressing your daughter. "And just what were you doing awake at such a late hour to know such things, Bee?"

Your daughter shrinks back under the covers with a giggle.

"Well, I'll just have to talk to him about that." You turn out the light to the bedroom. "Looks like Noodle and Bubba are already out."

You smile as Kento approaches with your other two sleeping babies. You take Noodle from him while he handles Bubba, and walk down the hall to the nursery, bundling them up in their respective cribs until the house dissolves into a peaceful snooze fest.

------

"I don't know if I like the lessons those books are teaching our children." Kento remarks as he slides into bed on his side.

"Sweetheart, be serious."

"I am, darling. This whole cafeteria bought hoagies versus homemade lunches thing."

"It's a story, Ken. I think it's good for them to read about spunky heroines like Junie B. Besides, Bee saw right through it."

Kento puts a thoughtful hand on your stomach, pulling you closer to him. "Hm. You're right about that."

"You worry too much, my love. But I agree about banning some of the princess stories. At least not the modified versions."

"Ah, the ones where there is consent and the prince doesn't know her when she's still a child while he's an adult?"

"Yep, those ones."

He smiles. "I'm glad we're on the same page."

"I love you."

"I love you...."

More hangs on the tip of your tongue, and you and him both smile at each other knowing it never does any good for you to say it, lest you open another loving can of worms for your eternal banter of back and forth.

"Now, shall we resume our own story?" Kento smiles as he reaches across from you, keeping your face against his heartbeat as he opens a copy of The Princess Bride.

"Mhmm. I'm listening." You murmur, but he doesn't make it through three pages before you're lost to sleep against his chest.

He just smiles and kisses your cheek, stowing the bookmark back where it was as he shuts off the light, until the drumming of raindrops encourages him to tranquil dreaming at your side.

[midnight---hollow]

MY LITTLE TWISTED PONIES!! Friendship is… not gonna happen with this group of little shits-

Last night i had the urge to draw twst characters and ponies thanks to @hopeluzromantic (whos sona is on here, next to malleus ^^) and despite never having drawn ponies before i did it anyways. Im quite proud of it i think they all look very silly. Clemot from pokemon is also there just ignore him i call him “freaky pony”

Under read more i yap about why i picked that type of pony and their cutie marks and stuff

Vee: earth pony blank flank but they have their shark features. They are a blank flank because their whole story in nrc is them finding their purpose in life. They spend their whole life following orders and not thinking for themself. Vee doesnt have hobbies, talents, skills, not even morals. Their time at nrc is to have that freedom and i imagine once they learn their passion it would probably changed to a paint brush or something architect-y since they decide to become an artist and architect at the end of their third year

Azul: unicorn, his tail has his tentacles and cutiemark is based on its a deals contract. His horn is swirled to imitate a tentacles aswell. I think he would use magic to hide his tentacles tail since he is def ashamed of it. That’s also why its all bunched up.

Malleus: allicorn. His flank is covered in thorns cus yknow thorn fairy briars type shift. Under the thorns is probably malificents wings less cus it makes sense for him more cus i thought its be cool. Maybe we can take it as his future being one of power buy also one where he must practice restraint. Dragon tail and two horns which means double the power. His wings are crow wings cus of his dad so no matter his coat color his wings will be black

Luz: alicorn. In the tefiti form flowers grow through his hair and wings. His cutie mark trails down his legs. When he becomes te ka his flowers wilt and his mark is instead replaced with soot and smoke to represent the withering. I also imagine his coat color turns into a sooty withering shade aswell when he is in teka form

Riddle: tiny ass unicorn. Riddle and rose height difference is even more than in og. Cutie mark is a half painted rose with a heart snd crown in the background. I wanted it to represent the queen of hesrts and her rules yes but moreso how riddle is more than just that perfect example (hence the badly painted rose which i think hed be ashamed of before ob) he probably painted over the rose or used illusion magic to give it the impression of being perfectly red. Despite being tiny and having a tiny horn he is still a very powerful unicorn

Rose: originally i made her an earth pony because yuu isn’t supposed to have powers yknow but i decided fuck that because in every other universe i put rose in she has bird imagery and she would def be a Pegasus. Flowy hair, still blind but she is slaying the house down and trying to keep riddle from burning the house down. Her coat is white but i imagine she still dyes her mane that pastel blue. Her cutie mark is ballet shoes with some roses and clouds in the back, ballet was and still is her passion, its what she wants to do even is she has given up on her dream. While i imagine she still ends up becoming a doctor/scientist in the end her true calling never leaves her and like in twst she probably still practices when she has time to

Jade: unicorn with eel features. They got freaky fish bits to them aswell cus these fuckers are never normal no matter the universe. His mark is based on his um shock the heart since its his um and i cant think of what his or floyds passions would be. how do you make a cutie mark that says “fuck around and find out”? I cant make it based of the family business either because lets be fr thatd probably be a gun. So i based their marks off their ums. Jades is based off that one bad ass shot where there is a spiral behind him as she says shock the heart and of course there would be lightning there aswell cus he is shocking them… in the heart

Floyd: pegasus eel freak. Same thing as jade but his mark represents bind the heart and hes got weird fin wings. I think hed find a way to fly tho idk how. Same thing with jade i based his off his um so his is a heart being wound up. I put bubbles around it because in the manga… he is drowning someone when he says it???? I dont get it either but slay. Both him and jade have a pattern of an eel wrapping around their cutiemark leg. While i got the sides wrong in the drawing, the leg would of course be on the side with their yellow eye and black strand of hair

Clemot: freaky horse that stands on two legs idk i just really wanted to draw him yesterday the demons where calling me and xyzs been my comfort show as of late

[dreamwritesimagines]

girl i have so many domestic bucky thoughts (from that one post for ideas) — he mixes decaf with caffeinated coffee because coffee is a habit but birdie’s caffeine levels are off the charts

— he randomly comes over to cook and learns after the third time to make enough for leftovers because The Loft (caleb, kels, birdie; as i’ve been referring to them) eat things like wine cereal and takeout most nights

— bucky, despite being grumpy, actually really enjoys hanging out with kelsey and caleb outside of work and it makes birdie’s heart soar like. omg he likes my friends??? max never even cared wtf???

— sarah invites birdie to any event that buck is invited to and initially she’s hesitant but sarah will steal her away for girl timeTm, and bucky just watches on with that lovey look in his eye like "have fun baby!"

— bucky in that black tee from tfatws except instead of pouring a drink at zemo’s safehouse (?) he’s cooking breakfast and pouring coffee (🥰)

— doesn’t kill spiders, just lets them out of the nearest window

girl domestic bucky is everything to me don’t even get me started

OMG OMG HONEEEEY! 😱🥰 This is awesome, you are awesome! 🥰

And I'm so inspired for domestic!Bucky, thank you! 🩷

he mixes decaf with caffeinated coffee because coffee is a habit but birdie’s caffeine levels are off the charts

Asdfghjkl and Birdie would be like,

"This tastes different."

"What? No it doesn't."

"Yes it does. This is decaf."

"You can't taste caffeine, that's not a thing."

"What, you think you're the only one with like superhuman stuff?"

"...You saw the package?"

"Yeah I saw the package."

The loft omggg that's so cuteeee! 🩷

Can you imagine Bucky hearing about the wine cereal?! He would be like,

"How do you guys even survive?"

"In my defense, Caleb came up with it and I was in the mood to get drunk."

"And Kels?"

"Peer pressure. It's a thing, Bucky."

"Can you guys tell me what you ate last night?"

"Coffee beans and chocolate."

"Caleb?"

"Uh...cereal with milk this time."

"Kels?"

"Gummy bears and wine."

Aww Bucky hanging out with Kels and Caleb! It would be so sweet, because like, when he showed up for movie night, Caleb would be like

"Oh my God, you got me vanilla coke!?"

"Yeah vanilla coke for you, cherry coke for Kels."

"What?!"

"Wait, you brought me cherry coke?"

"That's what you like, right? I got you your usual one too sweetheart."

"Have I told you how amazing you are?"

"Over beverages? No you haven't."

"You are, and I love you."

sarah invites birdie to any event that buck is invited to and initially she’s hesitant but sarah will steal her away for girl timeTm, and bucky just watches on with that lovey look in his eye like "have fun baby!" That is so cuteeee, he would be so soft! 🩷 And Sarah and Birdie will be having so much fun and like, gossiping and when Bucky approaches them to let Birdie know about like, him and Sam going to the boat with the rest of Sam's friends, he will be like,

"Sweetheart?"

"Bucky, wait a moment, this is a very important conversation. Sarah?"

"Hi Buck. Anyway, guess what he did?"

"Birdie, we're gonna-"

"Shh! Then what, Sarah?"

"He apparently cheated on her-"

"No!"

"Oh yes. And that's how she figured it out!"

"Oh my God! No, you know why that is? He's a Gemini, Kelsey says you can't trust Gemini men."

"Wait, wasn't that Virgo?"

"Uh, me and Sam are going to the boat with others."

"Great, be careful. No, it's Gemini, Kels says Gemini."

the black tee aaaaaaa! 🥰 Caleb and Kelsey would go to sit next to Birdie and go like,

"He is very hot."

"I can hear you, Caleb."

"Good."

"And he's cooking us breakfast!"

"Okay, I would like to point out once again that I was cooking my girlfriend breakfast. You two just showed up."

"Bucky!"

"Just saying."

"Oh please, you love us. We're like your trial phase for having kids or something."

doesn’t kill spiders, just lets them out of the nearest window ADFGHJKL I think one day he stepped into their place while they were all like freaking out and went like,

"What? What's going on?"

"Spider!"

"....You guys are screaming because of a spider?"

"Look at him!"

"Don't look at him, he's gonna memorize our faces."

"That's crows, Caleb!"

"You do realize you outnumber the tiny spider there, right?"

"I watched a documentary the other day, and it was talking about a venomous spider, this one looks like it."

"It's a normal spider, Birdie."

"You never know."

"Okay, I'm just gonna put it outside."

"Be careful!"

"The spider is not gonna do anything to me, sweetheart."

[bluerosejuliet]

KPOP Demon Hunters: Bobby's Wife

Okay, so I've seen a lot of interesting ships in this fandom and I think the ship I am about to lay down may be one of the crackiest, but I still think it is a sweet idea.

So I know some people have been debating whether Bobby is married or not so what if was married but to the third unamed member of the Sunlight Sisters.

Hina

The dancer of the group

Her mother was Puerto Rican, and her father was Korean, resulting in her curly hair

From a young age she was able to see demons, but never said anything due to not wanting to be called crazy

Originally planned on going to college to study archaeology but her family couldn’t afford to send her

To help raise money, she started entering dance contests

It was during one of these contests that she was discovered by Ryu Mi-yeong and Celine, who realized she not only had the talent to be an idol but possessed the traits of a hunter as they did. 

It took quite a bit to convince her to become an idol with them but the promise of a good pay and a chance to find the answers as to why she can see these creatures convinces her to join

She’s the tallest member of the group and received criticism from the media for her curly hair but refused to straighten it

Her naturally resting bitch face and no nonsense attitude have earned her the reputation of being an ice queen

Of the two members of her group, she’s closer to Ryu Mi-yeong and tends to but heads with Celine who is focused on their group having the perfect image and rebuilding the honmoon 

One of things she despises about being an idol is how restricted their diet is and she misses being able to eat her favorite foods

Bobby

Bobby was raised by his grandparents for most of his life as his parents were very busy with work

His grandparents owned a small restaurant and he would help out there as much as he could

His grandmother would put on records of her favorite idol group from the past and instilled a love of the industry in him from a young age

His grandfather on the other hand taught him how to cook and with each recipe he would end by saying “this dish will get you a wife.”

Later in life, Bobby was able to get a job as the assistant manager to the manager of Sunlight Sisters

His attention is immediately drawn the tall, puff ball haired member and he finds himself mesmerized by her dancing

How they two got together

As the assistant manager, he picks up quickly on the likes, dislikes, and habitats of each member

He also notices how their manager fusses more over Ryu Mi-yeong and Celine while only really offering criticism to Hana from her attitude to her looks 

For this reason, he decides to pick up the slack and quietly support Hana from the shadows

For example, making sure to include time her schedule to call her family or making sure there at waters ready in the practice room for when Hana is working on choreography, and leaving little notes of support for her to find

One day, he hears Hana bemoaning the food they have to eat and literally goes out, buys the ingredients he needs, and prepares her a homemade lunchbox

When Hana later finds a lunchbox with her name on it waiting for her, she's to hungry to ask where it came from and digs right in

It takes one bite for her to decide this is the best food she's ever had, and another two before she decides that she must marry the person who made this

Unfortunately, none of her bandmates seems to know where it came fro,m and she despairs at never getting to have such a tasty meal again

But low and behold, the next day, another lunchbox appears and the day after that and the day after that

She quickly pieces together that the same person leaving the lunchboxes for her has the same handwriting as the notes she finds

Eventually, she devises a plan to catch whoever this mystery person is in the act and propose to offer them her thanks

Imagine her surprise when she sees this adorable man walking in to drop off her lunchbox

She naturally confronts Bobby and asks him point-blank where he's getting the lunchboxes from

When Bobby admits to making them, she demands he prove it and demands he come over to her place that night to cook

In the future, Hana and Bobby would lovingly reminisce about the dinner that night being their first date

It was also after seeing Bobby cooking that meal, that Hana made up her mind to one day marry this man

Couple Headcanons

They can keep their relationship a secret for the entire time Hana is a part of the Sunlight Sisters, because anybody who sees them together just thinks Bobby is helping Hana with something

Ryu Mi-yeong and Celine know that they are dating, and Ryu Mi-yeong is very supportive while Celine disapproves but knows Hana is to bullheaded to listen to her

Before meeting her family, Bobby spent months learning Spanish so that he could talk with Hana's mother

Hana's mother adores Bobby and the two bond over their love of cooking

Bobby later introduces her to his grandparents, and the first thing his grandpa says is, "I told you that cooking would get you a good wife!"

Hana does tell Bobby about being a huntress, and afterwards, he makes sure to have a first aid kit ready at all times for the girls

They get married a few months after the group disbands

They move to England for a bit, where Hana pursues her doctorate in archeology while Bobby finally gets the chance to be a house husband and take care of his dear wife

Hana and Celine have a huge falling out after Ryu Mi-yeong's death due to their differing views on how Rumi should be raised and other reasons

When Hana hears that Celine plans on creating the next generation of Hunters around Rumi, she asks her husband to apply to be their manager

She knows that Bobby will ensure the girls are taken care of and will protect them from the more toxic aspects of the industry

That's all I got for now, but if anyone is interested in hearing more about these two or my idea for an all-human AU, please feel free to send me an ask!

[jadegrey711]

Okay how about some Wally smut buuttt

Like imagine this is to the time all ghosts are alive just so it makes more sense. Like reader is either Charley or Rhonda’s younger sibling and has a huge crush on Wally but like Charley or Rhonda who ever told Wally to like keep his fingers off because reader was a virgin and Wally was a hungry jock. And ofc he tried to get reader to fuck hun

So like virginity taking and dom wally ? Please?

A/N: Ask and you shall recieve dear anon. This one turned out LOONNGG, so strap yourselves in everyone! I worked very hard on this one hopefully our dear Wally Clark is dom enough for you Anon!

If you like my stories you can check out my sideblog @jadegreywriting​ to see all of them and my masterlist without filtering through my main blog.

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You were chatting with your friend, when you heard the sound of his arm hitting the locker, making you jump slightly before turning around.

"Well well if it isn't my favorite Rosen sister."

"Hi Wally." You said, quickly tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

Fuck Wally loved when you did that kind of shit. Acting so shy and demure. He wanted nothing more than to see if this little innocent act you put on was real. And if it was? Oh fuck there's nothing more he'd like to do than to make you as filthy as he was.

"How are you today, Peaches?" He asked with a grin plastered to his face. "Didn't miss me too much did ya?"

You let out a small giggle. "Why would I miss you? We just saw it each other during third period?"

"Yeah but now it's after lunch. That's a long time without seeing your pretty face." He started to reach out but stopped himself from touching you just as Rhonda rounded the corner.

"Clark." She said curtly. "Don't you have some where better to be? I'm sure the other jocks miss you, since you all share the same brain cell."

"Rhonda. That's not very nice." You whispered looking back at Wally who took it in stride.

Wally gave a flourished bow, making you grin. "Thank you Rhonda for thinking I have a brain cell. It's by far the best compliment I've gotten from you."

Rhonda's lip curled before she gave a tight smile. "Guess I'm going to have to think of something more insulting the next time we meet." Rhonda said in a chipper voice. "And stay away from my sister, Clark." She said with finality as she looped her arm with yours before pulling you away.

"As you wish Rosen. See you in third period, Peaches."

You turned back towards Wally and gave him another one of your shy smiles, before rounding the corner with Rhonda.

...

"Why are you always so mean to him, Rhonda?"

"Because guys like that are trouble with a capital "T". He’s literally gone through all the girls in our year. And I don’t want to see you get hurt by him.” 

“Why would you think he’d hurt me?”

“Because there’s only one thing that that boy wants and you’re likely to get a disease giving it to him.” She said with a disgusted sniff. 

“He can’t be that bad.” You said softly.

“He is. So, please.” Rhonda said pulling you aside, putting her hands on your arms as an added emphasis that she was dead serious about this. “Can you promise me that you’re not going to talk to him anymore?” 

You let out a snort. “Rhonda, I'm only a year younger than you and you can’t tell me what to do. Especially not who to talk to. Wally is a harmless flirt and I don't plan on doing anything with him or to him anytime soon. Okay? Happy?”

Rhonda let out a sigh. “No. I’d be happier if you said “I'll never go near him again, Rhonda.” like I wanted you too. But, you’re truly my sister and stubborn like an ox. So I won’t press it and hope that the chance of getting a venereal disease is enough of a deterrent.” 

“It is. And thank you for being such a protective sister.” You said kissing her cheek and walking off. “Now get to class, Berkeley doesn’t like slackers!” You shouted as you walked away from Rhonda. Feeling your heart race as you did, knowing that you just completely lied to your sister. You had no plans to stay away from Wally in fact; they were the complete opposite. 

You were always the good girl, your sister was the badass that was getting into Berkely and while you were equally capable. You were always labeled just as the goody two shoes, the sweet angel sister. But Wally, Wally didn’t look at you like that. Wally looked at you like he could see into your mind and see all of the dark and sensual thoughts that were swirling around in there. He looked at you like he wanted to help you achieve each and every one of those sensual thoughts and bring them to life. And maybe… you just might let him.

Wally walked into his friend’s house not surprised he was having another Saturday night rager with his parents gone again for the weekend. But what did surprise Wally was watching you walk in with your friends twenty minutes later. Wally sipped his beer in silence and wondered what you were doing here. You never came to these types of parties, occasionally he’d see Rhonda here, letting loose with the rest of the academic overachievers; but never you. Wally watched you make your way around the party, obviously slightly uncomfortable as you met different people your friends introduced you to, but Wally’s curiosity really peaked when he watched you take the first tequila shot. 

Now that was something he’d really never seen you do and Wally smiled as he watched your face screw up in disgust after you swallowed the first shot.  

He felt like a predator as he watched you, his cute little bunny having fun and letting loose more than he’d ever seen you do. He was intrigued and wondered what spurred this new desire to take shots at a highschool party. Wally didn’t know but he was having fun watching you take a few more shots and watched as you became more and more comfortable in your surroundings, chatting more animatedly with random people and after the fourth shot, that’s when you finally spotted him watching you. 

He licked his lips, as he watched your eyes widened before quickly looking away from him. Wally knew the time for watching was over and put down his empty cup and walked over to you. 

“Going a bit fast there huh Peaches?”

You swiveled your head towards Wally’s direction and immediately regretted that as your brain took five whole business days to catch up with your head, making your vision spin. 

“Oh god.” You said, grabbing hold of Wally’s jacket. His arms immediately wrapped around you keeping you close. 

“Yeah I think you’ve had plenty of fun to last the rest of the semester, Peaches. Come on.” He said gruffly and brought you over to the kitchen where less people were hanging around and suddenly lifted you up and placed you so you were sitting on the counter top. 

You let out a sigh as you grabbed your head. 

“Here.” Wally said, handing you a cup. 

“I really shouldn’t mix drinks Wally.” You said your cheeks feeling hot. 

Wally chuckled. “No you shouldn’t, Peaches. That’s water.” He gestured to the cup.

“Oh! Thank you.” You said feeling your cheeks go even hotter at your embarrassment, before taking the cup from his hand. 

“So, what brings you out tonight?”

“It’s a party.”

“I know that, I just didn't think you knew what those were.”

“I just don't usually have fun at these kinds of events, everyone is always drinking and I usually don’t. So I get bored and I just think it's better not going to one of these.” You said honestly. 

“So, what made you decide to come now and what got in your pretty little head to decide to do all those tequila shots?”

“I thought.” you paused. 

“You thought what?”

You bit down on your bottom lip. Trying to determine if the tequila was truly working its magic, giving you the courage to do what you came here to do. “ I thought if I’d have a few shots I’d finally have the courage to do what I’ve wanted to do for a while now.” 

“And what’s that Peaches?” He whispered leaning closer to you. 

“This.” You whispered back and pressed your lips to Wally’s. He felt soft under your lips and you heard Wally let out a little gasp but he didn't pull away from you. You let out a sigh as he wrapped his arms around your middle and pulled you closer to his body, til you were on the edge of the counter top.

Wally deepened the kiss and you let out a little squeak at the feel of his tongue slipping in with yours. As his danced with yours in a fight of dominance you melted against Wally. 

“Damn Clark! Let the girl breathe”. Someone called out and you pulled away from Wally and his demanding kisses, much to Wally’s chagrin. 

“Fuck off Matthews.” Wally said gruffly.  

You looked from the heckler back to Wally. Feeling your cheeks heat at the fact that you had just kissed Wally. 

“I’m sorry.” You said, about to hop off the counter, but Wally gently placed his hands on your arms and kept you in place. 

“Nothing to be sorry about Peaches. But what spurred this on?”

“I've liked you for a really long time Wally and I was hoping tonight that kiss might lead to something more.”

Wally looked around and then back at you. There was no way he could believe what he was hearing right now. “Peaches. Are you?”

“I want to have sex with you Wally.” You blurted out, before biting down on your bottom lip. You can’t believe you just said that. 

“Peaches…” He said softly. “I don’t think you really want that, that might just be the liquor talking.” He said reaching up and tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“It's not the tequila Wally besides. I'm just tipsy, I’m not drunk.” 

“Still Peaches. I don’t think you want to be making this kind of decision lightly, and especially shouldn’t be making it when you’re “tipsy, not drunk”” He mimicked you and chuckled, his fingers finding your cheek. 

“I’m not taking anything lightly!” You said frustratedly. “I’m tired of being scared of the things I want.” You said reaching your hand up to his face, but then pulling away; like you burned your hand. 

“Peaches. I want you too.” He said slowly letting the words fall from his lips. 

“You do?” You said surprised, looking up into his large brown eyes. 

He nodded, then reached for your face again, his thumb tracing your lips before pulling it down. You felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest. “I’ve wanted you for a while, Peaches. I just didn’t think you’d like someone like me.” 

“Someone like you?”

He chuckled. “Some might call me a dog.”

“My sister?” With that the both of you started laughing and Wally nodded. “Your sister most of all.”

“But you want me despite that?” 

Wally chuckled again. “Yeah Peaches. I want you so bad.” He let out a sigh, taking in the sight of your lips, your cheeks, your eyes. “But I’m afraid that I won’t be able to let you go if I get you into bed with me.” 

“I - I don’t have a problem with that.”

Wally smirked. “Oh Peaches, I really don’t think you understand the trouble you’re putting yourself into.” He said, gently pushing open your legs so he can stand between them. His hands felt like molten lava as they ran up and down your arms, sending a flurry of sparks throughout your body at the small touch. 

You didn’t know what got into you as you replied. “W-why don’t you show me?” You gulped. 

Wally’s eyes met yours in a flash. He held your gaze assessing if you truly meant what you said. He watched as you bit your lip and reached out and pulled your bottom lip away from your teeth with his thumb. Then replaced his thumb with his lips. He was soft in his kiss, taking his time to open you up to him, but he really didn’t need to; you were already putty in his hands. 

He groaned against your lips, his tongue just barely touching yours as your lips pressed into each other. “Oh, Peaches.” He whispered against your lips. “You’re in trouble.” 

You felt a shudder rack down your body at his words and watched as he backed away from the countertop and grabbed your waist, carefully putting you down on your feet. He grabbed your hand and led you through the party, it was like everything around you was a blur except for Wally. You felt your heart racing like it was going to burst out of your chest. 

You followed Wally upstairs, and down the hall into a bedroom you didn’t recognize and when he shut the door it was like he was shutting out the whole world with it.

As you stood in the center of a room you didn’t know, you took in the sight of Wally standing by the door and you got the sensation of being prey watched by the predator. You nervously rung your hands, and had the strangest sensation to start laughing. 

Much to your horror a small giggle escaped your lips, earning a smile from Wally as he walked over to you. 

“What’s so funny, Peaches?” He asked, his hand finding its way up to your face again, his thumb caressing your cheek. “Are you thinking of backing out? ‘Cuz we can stop at any time.” He said softly, leaning down and placing a kiss to the spot right under your ear. Your eyes fluttered closed at the sensation. 

“N-No, I don’t want to back out, it's just nerves.”

“We don’t need to do anything you don’t want to, Peaches.” He repeated, as he kissed the other side of your neck.

“That feels nice.” You whispered, and Wally chuckled. 

“That’s just a taste, Peaches.” He purred, his hands doing that thing again where he ran them up and down your arms, before he pulled you into your body and pressed a kiss to your lips. You met his lips eagerly, and hesitantly started reaching up to his neck, but backed down. Wally wasn’t going to have any of that; he’s waited long enough to have your hands on him. He reached for your hands and placed them around his neck. 

“This what you want, Peaches? You wanna touch me?” 

You nodded, eagerly plunging your fingers into his soft hair as he started kissing you again. 

“You can touch me anywhere, Peaches, just say the word. This is about you more than it’s about me.” Wally pulled you in close and while he was still kissing you bent down and picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and guiding the two of you to the bed. He sat down with you still in his lap. You pulled away from him for a moment, to look into those gorgeous brown eyes, seeing that they were more of a gold color now. You reached out and traced the tip of his nose, your finger running down to his lips, already swollen from your kisses; doing the same thing he did to you. 

“You’re beautiful Wally.” You smiled and he answered by pressing his lips back to yours. 

Wally’s touches started getting heavier and his kisses sloppier and in this position you could feel how hard he was for you. You let out a little gasp as his hands snuck to your ass and grabbed a fistful of you, before moving your hips to meet against his. 

“Wally!” You gasped out. 

“Shh. It’s okay Peaches. Just let me make you feel good.” He said before rocking your hips against his core again, the seam of your jeans hitting just the right spot, causing heat to pool in your core and for you to moan. “That’s it, Peach. Just let it roll over you.” He purred as his movements became more frequent and surprisingly you started to feel something building in the base of your belly.

“Wally.” You gasped out. “I should probably tell you.” You moaned against his lips. “I-I’ve never-” 

“That’s okay, that’s okay.” He said repeatedly, completely drunk off of you. “Let me do the work. Let me make you feel good, Peach.” He moans, grinding your sex against his and you feel your orgasm build higher in the base of your stomach. 

“Fuck Wally.” You moaned. 

“Chase it Peach.” he moaned, as you grabbed fistfuls of his hair and yanked as you felt your orgasm build and finally crash over the edge. 

“Fuck!” You screamed, your head falling into the crook of Wally’s neck, feeling his chest rise and fall under your hands; you barely even registered the feeling of Wally’s fingers undoing your jeans and sliding his hands inside your underwear. You gasped in surprise. 

“Too much, Peach?” He chuckled, his thumb circling your clit, making your eyes roll. “I’ve gotta get you all warmed up for me. I know she needs a lot of attention.” 

“Wally.” You breathed out, barely able to get his name out with how overstimulated you were becoming. Feeling surprised at that hot sensation in the base of your belly growing again.

His large fingers slipped deeper into your heat, you let out a wince as Wally tried to push in two of his fingers but he scaled it down to one. “I’ve waited so long for this Peaches, I'll take as long as you need. Get you so fucking wet for me tonight. You’ll never have enough after me. Do you understand?”

You nodded. As Wally pulled your shirt up and over your head, and worked to undo the clasp of your bra as well. When he achieved his goal he took a moment to take in your breasts. 

“Fuck me.” He whispered. 

You felt your cheeks flush and your hands moved to cover yourself, but Wally was much quicker.

“Oh dont you fucking dare.” he growled. “These are mine now.” He said reaching for you he clasped both of your hands and with one of his kept them behind your back, arching your breasts out to his eager eyes. “Much better.” He purred. His large thumb circling your nipple earning a low moan from you. Before he replaced his hand with his mouth earning a sharp gasp from you. 

“Wally!” 

“This is just a taste, Peaches. In a minute after I suck these pretty little nipples I'm going to see just how sweet you taste.” His hand went back to the back of your undone jeans. Gripling your hip and knocking you against him again, feeling how hard he was for you. 

“Fuck Peaches, I could do this all night. Just sucking these pretty nipples keeping them nice and hard for me while you dry hump my lap.”

“Wally please!” You whined, trying to move your hips faster against his clothed cock.

“Please what Peaches? What did you want me to do to you?” He smirked, as his tongue rolled around your nipple, keeping his eyes on yours. 

“Fuck me.” You begged. 

“Nuh Uh uh. Not yet. There's so much more fun to be had. But I will soon, Peaches. I’ll fill you up so good that you’ll be dripping me for days and then I’m gonna come over to your house every night and fuck you til your sweet pussy drips just at the sight of me.” He pulled away from your nipples, letting go of your wrists and grabbed your hips again and in a moment he had you flipped onto his bed and started pulling down your pants. 

“Wally, what are you doing now?” you gasped. 

“I'm going to eat you up Peaches and taste just how sweet you are. By the time I’m done with my meal you’ll be ready for me to fuck you.”

Wally took his time pulling off your jeans, kissing down your body as he pulled. Leaving you a squirming mess under him. 

“Stay still honey. Or else I'm going to have to tie you up to this bed and then I won't fuck you for hours. Now be a good girl and spread those pretty legs for me.”

Wally kept eye contact with you as you spread your legs for him and he nestled himself in between your legs. His broad shoulders keeping you open and exposed for him. 

“Oh, Peaches.” he praised running his two fingers down your folds, seeing how wet and sticky you were for him. Your eyes widened as Wally popped his fingers in his mouth and hummed. “Just as I thought, sweet as peaches.” He smiled like the cat that caught the canary. “I’m going to make this so good for you Peaches.”

Wally grabbed your legs, bringing them around his back, opening you wider for him; before he leaned down to your pussy, keeping eye contact with you as he did. He extended his tongue out and you watched as he licked up your pussy; earning high keen from you.

His thumb came up and pulled the hood of your clit back so he could suck on it and it had you nearly jumping off the bed. 

“What did I say? I'll tie you up, Peach. I mean it. Now let a man enjoy his dessert.” Wally hummed against your pussy earning another low moan from you as Wally added a finger into the mix. 

“Don't fight it. I know she's sensitive right now. And that’s not about to change.” He chuckled, wrapping his arms around your thighs, to keep your pussy close to his face and then he really went to town. He devoured you in every sense of the way, his tongue alternated between flicking your clit, lavishing your pussy with long languid licks and even added it to where his finger was pumping slowly inside of you. 

“Fuck Wally!” You said turning your head left and right, undecided about whether you needed to get away from him or couldn’t get enough.

“Put your hands in my hair, Peaches.” He ordered and you did. You ran your hands through his hair, gripping harshly as he found a particular spot that had you keening. He moaned, “That’s it. Pull my hair.” He groaned and you noticed he was moving against the bed. 

“Wally? What are you doing?” You asked, curiosity coming to the forefront of your mind for just a moment. 

Wally chuckled against you and hummed again, sending another lightning bolt of pleasure through you again. “I get pleasure from eating you, Peach, but I also like a little added pleasure, so I hump the bed a bit.” 

“Oh!” 

“Don’t worry Peach, I’ll still be hard and ready for you by the time I’m done with my meal. There’s so much I’ll teach you, Peach.” He moaned into you, and added another finger into you, this time with ease. 

“Oh Wally!” 

“That’s it Peach, don't fight it. Cum on my face.” He growled, picking up the pace of his fingers. And with another suck on your clit, you did; you came all over that pretty boy’s face. Wally held down your stomach as you lifted off the bed as he ate you through your orgasm. 

“Fuck wally fuck!” You screamed, thrashing trying to get away from him but it was no use you wanted Wall and now you had him but it felt more like Wally had you right where he wanted you. 

Wally let out a chuckle as he pulled away from you, seeing the fucked out look on your face. He placed another kiss to your clit and earned a low hiss from you. “That will not be the last time I have you like that, understand, Peach?”

You tried to summon the energy to nod and Wally laughed, pressing a kiss to your lips and you tasted yourself on his lips. 

“You think you’re ready for me Peach? Or do you need another session with my tongue?” He smiled. You tried to gain as much energy as you could to wrap your arms around Wally’s neck. 

“I need you, Wally.” You said, your voice coming out whiny. 

“Alright, Peach. You’ll have me. You’ve been so good for me.” He purred, kissing your temple and reaching beside you the nightstand and pulled out a condom. He was effortless as he ripped the wrapper with his teeth, and began to pull down his pants. 

You sat up in bed and watched as he kicked off his pants and began to roll the condom over his length. “You like what you see, Peach?” 

You bit your lip and nodded. 

Wally smiled. “Maybe next time you can suck me off huh, Peach?” Your eyes widened at that and you felt your body flush all over again as you imagined, Wally above you panting and gripping your hair as you tried to suck him off.

Wally bit his lip. “Oh yeah we are definitely trying that another time. But for right now.” he leaned down and kissed your body. “ Are you ready for me Peach?” 

You nodded eagerly. 

“Good girl. Now wrap your legs around me, Peach.”  He helped wrap your legs around his waist, keeping you open and even though he had just made you cum at least two times already this felt more intimate than anything you had already done. 

You let out a groan as you felt Wally’s length slide against your pussy, the head of his cock bumping against your clit, making you gasp. You watched as he covered his cock in your release before notching himself at your entrance. 

“Are you ready for me Peach?” He said teasingly as he pushed himself in just a bit before pulling himself out again. 

You nodded eagerly. “That's my girl. Now again. We can stop anytime you want. Okay?” He breathed out, his forehead pressing against yours. 

You nodded again, wrapping your arms around his neck to brace yourself for the intrusion. You and Wally both let out a groan together as he pushed himself deeper into you. You clawed at Wally's back as you felt yourself stretch to accommodate his cock. 

“Wally.” You whined, as he stopped and let you adjust before pushing deeper. 

“I know baby, but I know she can take it.” He purred, as he slid another inch deeper into you. Your nails clawed down Wally’s back as you felt yourself stretch to further accommodate him. 

Wally chuckled. “My Peach has got claws. I like it, mark me up, baby ‘cuz I plan to do the same to you.” He said before he leaned down and started sucking on your neck, before finally he slid all the way into you. 

You let out a high keen, your nails digging deeper into Wally’s back. 

“Shh, shh.” He hushed. “See? I knew I’d fit. You were made just for me.” He moaned and started moving, his thrusts slow and precise. Before he started picking up the pace. “God, Peach, you're perfect. You feel so tight and warm my cock.” 

“Wally.” You moaned out, the sensation of being so full was foreign but pleasant to you; especially when Wally reached between the two of you and started rubbing circles on your clit; sending lightning through your body.

“Still doing okay, Peach?” He asked, his eyes focused on yours like a hawk. You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip as you felt that familiar feeling of your orgasm building in the base of your stomach again. “Words, Peach. I want to hear your words.”

“Yes Wally.” 

“Does it feel good?” He purred, circling your clit as he slowed his pace down again. 

“Yes Wally.” You repeated.

“Good. You’re taking me so well, Peach.” He praised, picking up the pace of his thrusts. “God, Peach, you're gripping me so tight.” He moaned. “I want you to cum one more time before I fill you up.” He growled in your ear, his fingers making quick work of you as he circled your clit faster; your orgasm growing and growing before it crashed over you. 

“Wally!” You screamed, your back arching up from the bed as Wally held you close through the aftershocks of your third orgasm of the night. 

“Good girl, Peach squeezed my cock with that pretty pussy.” He smirked, before he set his thrusts at a brutal pace, he barely let you calm down from your previous orgasm before he was building you back up to your final one of the night. “Peach.” he breathed. “Fuck.” He moaned, his forehead pressed against yours as his hips pistoned into you. “This may be your first time, but it won’t be your last time with me. Understand me Peach? You are mine. This pussy will come to crave me, just as much as I crave her, and maybe down the line you’ll actually let me fill you up.” 

Wally’s words worked magic over you, as you gripped tighter onto him and felt yourself fall over the edge once more but this time Wally fell with you. “Fuck!” He moaned out, his hips stuttering and slowly slowing down until he stilled inside of you. 

You felt your eyes roll back, as sleep threatened to overtake your exhausted body. Wally was careful as he slid out of you and disposed of the condom, before he got out of the bed and made his way to the bathroom. 

You felt your eyes close for only a moment and then you woke to a cold sensation against your core as Wally carefully wiped you down. “Easy, Peach. She’s gonna be sore.” He chuckled before placing the cloth on the bedside table and climbing back into bed with you; pressing a kiss to your cheek as he wrapped you up in your arms. You let out a sigh, feeling yourself fall back into the arms of sleep; when suddenly a thought occurred to you. 

“Wally.” 

“Mmm. Yea Peach?” he hummed against your hair, his nose nuzzling you. 

“This isn’t your room right?”

“No, Peach.” 

“How did you know where to find the condoms?” 

He chuckled. “Mark is a good friend of mine and I know where he keeps his things. Don’t worry though Peach, next time we’ll be in my bed, and you’ll have a hell of a lot harder time leaving it than you will this bed.” 

[holyspiritoffical]

okay answers in a list :D :

basically you have what you see in your eyes then what you see in your mind like a seperate part?? like i feel it physically in my head and in the world around me??

can do, but its still in your head

same as two lolz

kinda, just in your mind - like you can (or are supposed to) be able to manipulate what you imagine or see there

depends on how clear your memory or perception of something simmilar is

most can

yea for the most part

sometimes you can understand the concept of the image without actually creating it in your mind (not me though)

some do, i dont. i rarely ever have words in my mind its only images colours and emotions :)

those who have words can do either (so ive heared)

for me yes

yeah you can bring up the same one multiple times, especially useful for reading and writing haha

like any other of the images

yes! especially for me

can differ, but i usually see them third person without a very clear image of myself like its in a book but im blurry

yeah pretty much it, again its different for everybody (plus some people me included often cant control certain parts of an imagined moving scenario, like I imagine an apple but I cant stop it rolling off the table lmao its annoying). i dont think in words so communication is also really hard sometimes hahaaaaaa.

any more questions? happy to answer :D

Hey when i visit your hostage site do you want anything from the shops? i have infinite money so ask and i shall take care of it.

I can’t believe you abandoned me and now you’re offering to pay for my shit. Pick a side /silly

[bumpintheroad]

What's the current read? How was the last book you finished?

(gotta stay updated on the extended M book-verse!)

i’m currently reading The Cinnamon Bun Book Store! it’s a series, i read the first one called Pumpkin Spice Cafe and now i’m too the second one and i enjoyed the last one :) it had cute, cozy fall vibes 🍂🍁🍂

[epicfirestormer]

(holds all three in my hands) I just think they're neat

[iridescentoracle]

i am so obsessed with how like. taken as read the ot3 are at this point. like on the one hand it feels like they've been building up to this for ages but on the other hand it kind of feels like i blinked and we skipped right past some Major Turning Point where everything got spelled out and we're just already in firmly Established Relationship-land. obviously tarvek is too well-protected for anyone to assassinate openly, look how angry his boyfriend and girlfriend are at the idea of anyone threatening him. at this point i'm half-convinced agatha's just going to refer to her boyfriends in passing to someone else and no one's even going to comment on it until van finds out twenty pages later and immediately starts making everyone pay up

[clumsypuppy]

meow