#sometimes we see little sparks while showering and just. keep going

[dellinah]

I love how everybody has that specific trauma from those movies, but that's silly. It's these you should worry about! :3

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

What if instead of Wednesday being in the room when Bianca knocks on Xavier's door, he's cuddling with his new girl? Hides under the bed or closet or whatever

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You rubbed soft circles into Xavier's waist where his shirt was riding up while slowly kissing. His sketchbook had been abandoned and kicked to the end of the bed, no longer of first interest. Despite being alone, neither of you had any further intentions.

Xavier hummed at your touch and leaned into you like the soft and needy kitten he was. You smiled and continued your caresses.

Your and Xavier’s relationship was completely unknown to your Nevermore peers. After his very public breakup with Bianca Barclay, Xavier didn’t want to flash his new relationship to everyone — especially Bianca. She didn’t call the shots and tried many times to get Xavier to take her back, but he refused every time.

Besides, sometimes things are better if you keep them just yours.

A knock on the door forced you and Xavier to break apart. You didn't want to, very comfortable entangled with him on his bed, but there was a possibility this was the house master passing for his evening checking.

Xavier pushed you into his bathroom in prevention and closed the door. The floor was still wet from his shower, but it wasn’t dirty like under a bed.

He tamed his hair a little and opened the door, finding a smiling Bianca on the other side. Slamming the door in her face was tempting, but Xavier didn’t want to make a scene.

He grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her inside. ‘’You're not supposed to be up here,’’ he said flatly.

‘’Good to see you too,’’ Bianca snarked back.

‘’How did you get past the house master? Did you use your siren powers?’’

‘’Not while wearing this.’’ She touched her amulet necklace.

Xavier walked away from her, keeping a distance between them. ‘’What do you want, Bianca?’’

You could hear in his voice that his interest in her was completely gone, but she refused to bury their relationship. She kept searching for a spark through the burned embers to revive the flame. Unfortunately for her, Xavier was fueling another fire.

‘’I wanted to see how you’re doing. I’m sorry about Rowan. I know you and him used to be close—’’

Xavier huffed. The last time he heard her talk to Rowan was in fencing class and she called him lazy.

‘’Since when do you give a damn about Rowan?’’

‘’I care about you.’’

He couldn’t deny that. Although she made him doubt his own feelings for her, Bianca wasn’t an evil soul. She always cared about Xavier, whether they were in a relationship or not.

Bianca stepped up to him by his bed and grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers. ‘’We were good together, Xavier.’’

‘’Were we?’’ he asked, looking up at her. ‘’Or was that how you wanted me to feel?’’

The walls of the bathroom were thin enough for you to hear their conversation close to perfection. Thin enough to hear the lingering pain in Xavier’s words, still hurt by Bianca’s past actions.

‘’I made one mistake and you can’t forgive me—’’

‘’There is nothing to forgive. I just want to move on,’’ Xavier said, tired of going over the same things every time they talked. ‘’I broke up with you, remember? Now, please leave before the house master comes for bed-checks.’’

Regardless how sorry she was, the manipulation of his emotions was something he could never forgive Bianca. His whole life is controlled by his father in a way or another; the only thing Xavier has control over is his emotions and if someone take that from him, he’ll have nothing left.

She accepted her defeat and turned to leave, but on her way out, Bianca caught something on the adjacent empty bed. A jacket.

‘’Isn’t that Y/N’s jacket?’’ she asked, recognizing the clothing.

For a short few seconds, Xavier thought he had been caught. He found himself stammering while searching for a quick but good enough lie.

‘’She…she forgot it in the quad a-and I was planning to give it back to her tomorrow.’’

Bianca raised an eyebrow, doubting him. ‘’I’ll see you tomorrow at the lake. Make sure to get enough sleep…or not.’’ Her blue eyes shifted to your jacket. ‘’I’m gonna crush you anyway.’’

After her departure, Xavier groaned. She knew you were there.

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This Time Around

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Author’s note: I wasn’t gonna write anything for Joel’s birthday and then I took a shower and got all writery about it

Summary: “I’ll cry about this earth in heaven too.” — Marina Tsvetaeva, from Earthly Signs: Moscow Diaries, 1917-1922; “A Hero of Labor” aka a different September 26th [1.2k]

Warnings: grief (what’s new), talks of Outbreak Day, June being way too deep for tumblr dot gov

When your brain is done wading through the skeletons and sparks of rage from your past, Joel's breathing is the first thing you hear. You can tell he's awake. His breaths are just a little too close together for it to result from his circadian rhythm. You stretch to bring real feeling back into your body, replacing the weight of a gun in your hands with Joel's soft skin. When you blink your eyes open, the sun is barely peeking in through the curtains and reflecting off his graying strands. He looks beautiful. You smile and kiss his jaw, your hand resting on his cheek to keep him from scrambling away.

"Hi." He says, his voice fatigued, and rests a hand on your thigh.

"Hey," you say. "D'you get any sleep?"

"No." He swallows thickly, and you nod. He dreads his birthday every year. Seeing the date on the calendar makes him relive his final day with Sarah. He turns the events over and over again in his head like he's looking for an alternate outcome where he, Sarah, and Tommy make it out safely and together. Like if he stares at the anniversary hard enough, he can will it to change. In the few years since you've come to Jackson, he's been open to doing some things to celebrate his birthday, mostly to appease Ellie, but he always picks up a shift to keep his mind off it. However, Ed took over his patrol shift this year without asking him. When Joel interrogated him about it, he said, "Ain't no sense in leavin' your family if you don't have to."

Ed doesn't know the exact details of what you and Joel endured that night, but he can guess. It's probably similar to what he went through with his wife before she died. The rumor is that he was at work, and she was already gone by the time he made it home. Infected broke in the house, and there was nothing she could do to protect herself. It's why he's always taking shifts so others can go be with their families or friends. It's a thoughtful gesture, but the suddenly empty day made Joel anxious and quiet, something Charlie immediately noticed. You told her Daddy's birthday makes him sad sometimes, but can't find the words to explain what happened that night. Twenty years later and there's still no coherent way to talk about everything you lost in the blink of an eye.

It's still early. Charlie is still asleep. Ellie's offer to take care of her for the day still stands. You don't bombard him with questions about what he wants to do or what you should do today. There's no right way to mourn the way of life the world collectively lost and celebrate your husband simultaneously. You play with the messy curls at the nape of his neck and take a deep breath.

"We don't have to do anything. We can just… lay here. Pretend the world's not there. Whatever you want," you mumble. "I just want you to know I'm really happy you were born today." He doesn't say anything, but his jaw flexes, and you catch the tears sparkling in his eyes.

When Charlie wakes up, he puts on a brave face and offers to make her pancakes, pretending like today is just another day. Ellie, Dina, and JJ come over around lunchtime, and Ellie hides the tiny framed picture she drew of Joel holding JJ, yellow sunbeams lighting their faces like cherubs. It's rare that she uses color in her drawings. Then again, it's rare that Joel lets anyone acknowledge his birthday. It's special.

Tommy, Maria, and Camille come over, too, and the kids play in the backyard while the adults sit on the back porch with lemonade and a little bit of celebratory whiskey Tommy brought. You listen to the brothers exchange stories about growing up in Texas and their parents, something they never talk about, and laugh a little too hard at a story of a seventeen-year-old Joel getting caught climbing out of some cheerleader's window by her dad. At one point, Camille and Charlie climb the porch with a toddling JJ not far behind and a bouquet of wildflowers clutched in each tiny fist. Joel takes a shaky breath as he accepts the little beautiful things from the beautiful little girls. You can almost hear his thoughts running wild with accusations of not deserving the flowers, the girls, his family, and his life, and you put a hand on his arm to silence them.

"Thank you, honey." He manages to get out before pressing a kiss to each of their heads. Just like that, the kids are off again to run around and play silly made-up games together. There's a heavy moment of silence on the porch where no one knows exactly what to say. You raise your eyebrows at Joel, wordlessly offering him an out, and he shakes his head.

"Joel?" Dina finally speaks up, and he turns to look at her. "What was it like? Y'know… before?" She asks. Ellie turns her head to mumble something dismissive, but Joel stops her. To pretend like today isn't full of sadness and anger and regret is to strip it of its full meaning. Joel takes a breath as you squeeze his arm. The kids are giggling together in the grass, and the air is cool. You can smell the earth and the last batch of wildflowers pushing through the soil before it gets cold. There's not a cloud in the sky, the endless blue stretching out over the mountains and hills of Jackson. He smiles as the kids fall down after playing an aggressively fast game of Ring Around the Posie and finally looks back at Dina.

"Was a lot like this," he says. "Scary and dangerous and sad but… happy," you smile as he nods like he's just realizing this himself. "Even with all the shit, we were so goddamn happy."

"Sounds nice," Dina says.

"It was," he turns to look at you. "It is."

That night, after everyone has gone home or fallen asleep on your couch (Ellie and Charlie), Joel walks outside and stands under the stars. You don't follow him, but you watch him through the kitchen window. His head is tipped back, and he's searching the night sky for something. You remember looking up at the same sky twenty years ago with blood pouring out of your arm and Jane sleeping on your chest and wondering if life would ever be okay again. You didn't know your future husband was hundreds of miles away, wondering the same thing. You didn't know your second daughter would lose her mother under the same night sky six short years later. You'll never know how the earth keeps spinning despite the grief weighing it down or how the night sky looks the same no matter who was killed or born under it.

What you do know is that when Joel comes in with cold hands and tear-stained cheeks, you'll be there to hold him. You'll cry and grieve together in the kitchen you rebuilt for your family. You'll hold his hand the whole way up the stairs, tell him you love him, and fall asleep once his breathing evens out. You know you'll dance this dance and sing this song for as long as it takes for September 26th to feel a little bit less painful. It may take the rest of your life to achieve, but there are far worse things to fall victim to.

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[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hello, I hope you have a good day! I wanted to request jealous Tangerine , just that. You can choose the plot! Thank you for reading and I await your response! ❤️

hii sweet!! I struggled to think of a way to start this isn’t formatted properly. thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

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JEALOUS TAN

I feel like he tries to keep his jealousy under wraps. he gets a little possessive at times but is often able to manage it/ contain it

tan doesn't get a wandering eye, and he expects the same in return. he's faithful to you and wants the exact same from you

sometimes his fear of abandonment gets in the way, and he accidentally nitpicks. often overthinks things he shouldn't and in turn might spark up some friction with you

if he was away for a week on a mission and returned home and saw that some of his shower gel was missing??? that would definitely send some bad signals, and may react before he has a chance to think of a logical reasoning

will storm downstairs to see you, clutching at the bottle, making an angry, confused face, "where the fuck has this gone? who's been using it?" he'll go out on a tangent and won't give you a chance to get a word in. going on about leaving you alone all week, and how you probably have someone else to take his place

while you're being interrupted of your chance to speak, he'd notice something else- his hoodie on the sofa (not where he last left it) then he'd get louder, kinda shouting and getting frustrated. saying how he can't trust you

maybe you get sick of being talked of so low, and shout over the top of him, saying "shut up a minute," or "stop," or "hey!" 

eventually, he'd stop (turning/ tearing the room apart or ranting) he'd stare at you with a stoic reaction, nostrils flaring kinda thing

then you'd say, "if you let me speak, I can explain," then you'd talk about how you miss him when he's away and the only way to make it feel like he's around is if you use his shower gel and wear his hoodies to sleep in

after explaining, you're very hurt. the guilt would build on his face and he'd be frantic, apologising profusely, begging and pleading for your forgiveness

you're still upset so you brush him off, walking away and swatting your hand to dismiss him when he follows after you

he's all like, "please, love. im so sorry. I ain't been sleeping properly," and "lemme make it up to you— I didn't mean it. im so, so sorry,"

you're having none of it and lock yourself in the bedroom for a bit

maybe to add to the angst, he leaves you be and sees dinner in the kitchen- his favourite meal :((

it would take a while to forgive him, and he'd be persistent to win you back over💔

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[ya-zz]

Ok ok, I was the one who just sent in the genji appreciation thingy and I have to request something but you can change it idc I love everything like I really do love everything and anything but pleasseee pleaaasee pre!fall genji with a female reader where he gets proposed to? like, like, flowers! romantic setting! just super corny, reader even got him a expensivs ring! but like, they don't know each other that well and reader just really really likes him even with his whole bad reputation aaaaaa BARK BARK ARF ARFF AWOOOOO

Holy shit this one took a while to come out, but here we are. I will get another one done this weekend if everything goes to plan- I will finish these requests, I promise you!

Thank you for requesting! Was a pleasure to write the soft boy!

Genji x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1061

Genji Shimada. The younger brother to Hanzo, a boy with no head, some would say. One could say he’s mischievous although fun, while one could say he’s immature, not suitable for leading or being within the Shimada Clan. 

You, however, didn’t see that. You didn’t see the playboy everyone called him, you saw someone having fun, someone enjoying their life as best they can considering the circumstances he was under. He was a boy you had your eyes on ever since you first saw him. Sure, the looks played a part in it, but his personality and fun nature drew you in further. You were lucky to get close to him one night, hands brushing against each other and you swore a spark was felt. 

Once he touched your hand, it was like a switch had been flicked. He practically dropped everything to get closer to you. There were no more drunken sex-crazed nights, no more playing around with other people. His focus was all on you. 

From then on, you and the boy would meet more often, slowly turning it into a daily thing. You would talk for hours on end, getting to know each other better. Your favourite places to go were the coffee shop and the park, spending hours upon hours within each others bubble. You would sit for hours, talking and laughing and it wasn't long after the frequent meetings that you became official partners. It was an afternoon you were going to remember for years to come; the sweet and rowdy boy was timid, fumbling over his words.

He was nervous and rightfully so when he asked you. He wasn’t entirely sure you felt the same way, but when you had exclaimed a loud ‘yes’, his ears perked up and a smile filled his entire face. His arms enveloped you in a tight, yet gentle embrace, hands stroking the small of your back as his face nuzzled into the side of your neck. 

From there on, date nights happened more frequently. Movie and takeout, Genji trying to beat you at any game whether that was in the arcade or at home, sometimes you’d just go for a simple walk around the parks, taking in the scenery. Genji would always look over at you, candid images of you saved within his memory, something he would always look back on. You were perfect for him. 

Everything was perfect.

You would always shower him in love and affection. From the small things such as gentle touching, kisses on the cheek or forehead when he wasn’t paying much attention. You’d find little gifts that you thought he’d like whenever you were out shopping, small gadgets, fidget toys that he could keep in his pocket, to the latest game he was raving about. 

He would thank you profusely, wondering what brought all this on. He had never felt this kind of love before, it was all new to him but he enjoyed it. Genji loved the affection, he loved the gifts, small and big and he felt as if he could never return that favour. Despite your protests, you never wanted anything in return and anything he did return was cherished just as much as he was. 

But then things changed for awhile and he got concerned, you became somewhat distant, conversations shortened and he panicked. He thought things were going south, but what brought it on he couldn’t figure out. 

Only when he came home from a family gathering did it all make sense. 

The living room lights were dimmed, candles were lit and there was a bouquet of roses on the table. Beside the flowers was a small note, one that he hesitantly picked up. Did I miss our anniversary? Is this the calm before the storm?

The look on his face when you entered the room was enough to make anxiety rise. You saw the panic within his eyes, but that quickly diminished the moment he looked you up and down. 

While wearing a more casual yet formal attire, you looked gorgeous. Genji felt his mouth open slightly as you approached him before his hands made their way to your hips, pulling you suddenly into a kiss.

Words were exchanged, ones of “I love you,” and “I need you,” passing between the pair of you as you seated on the sofa. Something is going on…

The ninja saw the hesitation, the way your cheeks flushed, eyes averting his and your hands staying behind your back. He was about to speak when you cut him off, hand holding his before sliding off the sofa, kneeling in front of him. 

His eyes widened slightly before he realised what was going on. You could feel his hand shake in your grasp as you removed your other hand from behind your back, showing him the ring seated in the leather box. A small, yet expensive silver ring seated between the padding sparkled under the candlelight.

“Genji Shimada-” you smile, “will you be my husband?” 

It’s like the temperature in the room heightened, a warmth spreading through both bodies before the ninja nodded his head, accepting the proposal. 

Sliding the ring onto his finger, he admired the metal before he pulls you up from the ground, arms wrapped tight around you as the box falls to the floor. He was gentle, yet his kisses were rough, hands roaming your back as he pulls you even closer to his body. He wasn’t wasting anytime as he picked you up, almost throwing you back down onto the sofa.

Hands tangled in hair, both his and yours, kisses shared between lips, tongues playing and exploring. Soft gasps and whimpers filled the room, and and exploration of each others bodies ensued. 

One night led to two, then to three… You and Genji were practically inseparable, more so now than ever; hands holding each others, fingers interlocking even within the warm weather of Hanamura. You didn’t want to leave his side, and he wasn’t ready to part from you either. 

Despite his family’s objection, he didn’t care. He was all for getting married with you. A partner in crime, he would say, kissing your forehead to dispel any worries or concerns. 

He was excited for what the future holds, and if it was anything like it was before, he was ready to love every single moment of it.

[theaawalker]

Sparks & Sprinkles [Kim P. + Ramona F.]

Pairing: Kim Pines + Ramona Flowers (fluff) Song Inspo: SugarCrash! by ElyOtto Word Count: 1,126 Summary: Kim Pine and Ramona Flowers have a girl's day out: defeating ninjas, eating frozen yogurt, and not talking about Scott Pilgrim. Warnings: violence, use of "slut", mentions of cigarettes Masterlist: see fandoms (pc-friendly)

Sometimes Kim Pine wonders why she even gets out of bed in the morning. She hates her roommate, Hollie (cheating slut), she has the lamest job in the world (yes,sir, we keep those sorts of DVDs in the back, behind the Transformers display), and the one decent thing in her world, playing drums in the band (We are Sex-Bomb-omb!) has ground to an amazing halt because they are "recording."

She just wants to spend a little time with her best friend's surprisingly cool ex-girlfriend Ramona Flowers (soon-to-be-not-ex if he can pull up his pants and woman up) before they have to meet up with Scott later. A day at the yogurt shop sounded just right. Just Kim & Ramona.

Of course, a gang of ninjas wouldn't give her the satisfaction.

Really, jeez, she thinks as she twirls a drumstick around her finger and pokes one of the ninjas in the eye (ZING!), while punching another with a gloved fist (THUNK!) -- is it too much to wish for a bonus level every once in a while, instead of always having to fight toward the big boss at the end?

Ramona obviously feels the same way. Her hair flies back as she scissor-kicks her opponent with a booted foot.

(KPOW!)

"All!" She spins and slices at another in the throat.

(HURK!)

"I!" She cartwheels over to snag a tray.

(WHIRL!)

"Want!" She smacks a girl ninja full-face.

(SLAM!)

"Is!" The girl stumbles back to crash into one of the red plastic tables.

(CRUNCH!)

"A frozen yogurt!"

Kim elbows the last one in the mouth, and he crumples. The ninjas flash like seizure-inducing strobe lights and then disappear. A shower of prize coins hits the table where they left their winter coats. There is a smattering of applause from the other patrons, and then they all go back to their desserts.

Just another day in Kim Pine's Annoying Little Life.

Ramona swipes a hand across her sweaty brow and nonchalantly brushes herself off. Then she walks over to their table and picks up one of the glittering coins. "You want this?" she asks Kim. "I just got paid, so..."

"Yeah, okay." Kim slides the coins off into her hand and then into her pocket. (KACHING! Kim Pine gets $15.79 and 10 exp. points!) No need to go advertising it, but she could use a little extra. Kim jerks her head toward the register. "I'll go get the yogurts. What do you want?"

"They got anything tequila-flavored?" Ramona drawls.

Kim barks a laugh. "You should put in a comment card."

"Then whatever. You choose for me."

"Vanilla, no toppings," Kim says, deadpan. "Don't want the gummy bears to clash with your hair."

Ramona smiles, twirling one pink-dyed lock between her fingers. She gets Kim's sense of humor, unlike Hollie (two-faced slut). "Nice." Ramona says, feigning a lack of sarcasm. "And so thoughtful."

Matching Ramona's sincerity with a bright little nod, Kim slides up to the counter. "One small white chocolate with chocolate chips, and one small vanilla..." She steals a glance at Ramona, who is staring blankly out the yogurt shop window. It's funny. Even with her bright pink hair, Ramona almost seems to fade into the crowd with some unspoken sadness. "...with strawberries."

"Got it." The guy at the register types in the order and then looks pointedly over at the overturned tables to the left.

"What." She gives him a glare. No one picks up at No-Account Video when there's a brawl in the family section except her.

He backs down and shrugs. "Two yogurts, coming right up."

Kim turns her back and doesn't bother to watch him make them. She plays it cool, waiting until he's got the little cup under the noisy yogurt-spewing machine to say, "And don't even think of spitting in them." She doesn't even ruin the effect by turning around again to catch his bewildered, guilty look.

Instead, she watches Ramona.

She's mysterious (Kim likes that), cool under pressure (Kim would give her prize Zildjian to be as cool as Ramona) and fun. Kim doesn't know if it's just the way New Yorkers act, but Kim really enjoys her touch of American badassness in this way-too-Canadian city.

When the yogurts are done, she brings them to the table and sits. Ramona takes her spoon without comment on the strawberries, and digs in, still lost in her own thoughts.

Kim wants to get Ramona out of this sudden funk, but she can't come up with a decent topic of conversation. "Um..." she starts, wincing inwardly. "You... make any interesting deliveries lately?" Then she winces outwardly.

"Huh?" Ramona says, coming out of her daze. "Interesting deliveries? Oh... no, nothing really."

"Still, it's gotta be more interesting than working in a video store." Kim exaggerates a yawn, her plastic spoon hanging from her mouth.

"All right..." Ramona leans forward. "Last month... I almost lit one of my packages on fire with a cigarette."

Kim almost chokes on her spoon. "HAHAHA! How?"

"Guess I shouldn't try to make deliveries the morning after one of Julie's stupid theme parties." She takes another bite of her yogurt. "Too hungover to do two things at once."

"Oh, man, I wish I'd been there to see it...!"

As she's laughing, she sees another freakin' ninja sneak in the side door out of sight of Ramona. Kim prepares to jump up and take him down, but Ramona's hand slips quietly into her purse, and withdraws her giant mallet from the subspace pocket.

With a whirling leap, she smashes the mallet down (THOOM!), just missing the ninja. He jumps over the top of the weapon, sailing above their heads. Kim tries to tackle him to the floor, but Ramona's mallet doubles back and hits the ninja's spine with a satisfying CRACK! He explodes into multi-colored coruscating fireworks.

(LEVEL COMPLETED, 500 bonus points!)

Ramona calmly stuffs the mallet back in her purse. "I almost didn't get that one."

"C'mon," Kim says, completely serious. "You're Ramona Flowers."

The corner of Ramona's mouth turns up. "Guess so."

"Hey, you wanna get some coffee?" Kim asks, pushing her hair out of her eyes.

"Sure," Ramona says, blowing at a curling strand of pink in her face. "I think we've reached our ninja quotient for the day."

They push their way out of the yogurt shop into the biting winter wind. Kim smiles as the cold starts to numb her ears. Maybe Scott will forget all about this stupid meeting she's secretly bringing Ramona to (he doesn't deserve Ramona, anyway).

She wouldn't mind at all.

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okay so. have a little bit of undercover-as-a-married-couple poker date from my catching lightning fic. 

They don’t duck out immediately but Buck texts Bobby everything he picked up on about these people and their tricks and any secrets they might have let out while drinking and gambling. Eddie sits across from him in a secluded booth and watches the way the warm, dim lighting looks on his face. He sticks his tongue out in concentration the same way he does when he’s focusing hard on winning a game or breaking open a mangled door or rolling a hose. But flashes of excitement and thoughtfulness spark in his eyes, the curve of his mouth, the set of his jaw. 

Eddie wants to touch his lips to every part of Buck but especially his face. He’s so handsome, and Eddie knows so many people see it when they look at him. How could they not? There’s so much depth and light in his eyes. There’s so much joy in the world when he smiles. His cheeks are round and adorable when he’s flushed. The point of his nose and the solid cut of his chin just beg to be kissed. 

There’s never been a more perfect shade of blue than the one his eyes are made of. Eddie doesn’t know what it is about his pretty birthmark but it also needs soft touches and kisses and love showered all over it. His lips are perfect in every way, the shape, the color, the fullness, what has to be pillowy softness, perfect except for the fact that they’re not pressed to Eddie’s.

He’s beautiful. Everything about him. He’s beautiful and alive and it feels like a miracle. He makes Eddie want to believe in hope and happiness and maybe even the powers of the universe that listened and gave him back. 

They gave him back. He’s still here. And Eddie wants so badly to reach and touch and finally hold on. 

The longer he looks, the more he can’t bear to look away.

He’s alive. He’s beautiful and he’s alive, and Eddie can’t breathe with the weight of how much he loves him. 

Buck turns a little pink when he notices the blatant staring and ducks his head in that flirtatious, self-conscious, adorable way. “You’re staring.”

Eddie bites his lip and drinks until his glass is empty and he’s bathed in hazy, fuzzy warmth. It’s not real warmth, it never is. And it only feels hollow and fleeting. 

But sometimes it doesn’t matter what is fantasy and what is reality. Maybe it’s real in the moment, real while it’s happening. Reality is for when you wake. If you’ve captured a good dream, you stay and keep it until it’s ripped away. Why can’t the dream be true in the moment that it exists? Why can’t he have what he needs while they’re sitting here, still dreaming it? 

So, Eddie shrugs and wets his lips. “You’re my husband. What else am I supposed to stare at.”

There’s a clear bobbing in Buck’s throat as he swallows and blushes. “How many drinks have you had?”

“A few.” Not enough that he’s anywhere near drunk. Not enough that he’s even that tipsy. But enough that it can be an excuse. “I think we had an autumn wedding,” he says softly as he leans back against the cushioned booth and words drift like fog across the ground. “You love warm colors. Rust and burgundy, gold and honey, copper and pumpkin. I like cobalt. It’s a nice word. It’s a good color with the sunset. Complementary. Like you and me.”

Buck stares at him, frozen in the middle of whatever thought he had, whatever he was going to text. He’s stunned, uncertain, but he doesn’t say anything. 

[callsign-magnolia]

I Hope You Dance // Ch. 40

MATURE CONTENT (18+)

A/N: This is cross posted to my Wattpad, so if this seems familiar that is why!

TW: Mental abuse, emotional abuse, slight physical abuse, death and loss.

Description: When Caila meets Rooster, sparks fly. But, she's already married, to a man who she thought loved her, and won't let her go. Rooster will fight for her, he just has to convince Caila to fight for herself.

Word Count: 7.7

Chapter 39 | Masterlist

Valentine’s Day wasn’t a day I usually celebrated. In the past it was another day I spent just keeping my head down and my mouth shut. While I don’t have to do that these days, I still wasn’t celebrating. Rooster was still deployed, but I did get a text from him this morning telling me how much he loved me and to have a good Valentine’s Day. It was a warm day in Fightertown, even for February, so that meant we all spent our day sweating in our cockpits. “I’m so going to have to shower before going out with Hangman tonight.” Phoenix said as she wiped the sweat from her neck. I leaned close, taking a whiff. “Oh yeah, you stink!” I laughed as she shoved me. “Can you come over and help me pick out an outfit? Jake has a few things to do before he picks me up.” I nodded. “I don’t have anything better to do.” She gave me a small smile. “You know if Rooster was here, he’d plan something amazing.” I nodded. “He would. But I’m okay with it, self-love is important so that’s my focus tonight.” She smiled at me as we walked into the ready room. “Your therapist tell you that?” I pursed my lips. “Yeah, he said even though Rooster loves me, it does no good if I don’t love myself.”

She smiled at me. “And how do you plan on doing that?” I shrugged. “I’ve been trying to be kinder to myself, it’s hard but I’m trying. But tonight I figure I’ll order my favorite Italian food, drink some wine, take a nice hot bath-“ “Use the toy I bought you.” I went quiet at her words, and she giggled. “The thought crossed my mind, but I don't know.” We sat there as Payback and Fanboy came in. “Payback! Where are you and Rita going tonight?” He smirked at me as he sat on a stool by the foosball table. “Nowhere.” He said with a smirk. “She’s working late tonight so I have everything planned at home. Flowers, I’m cooking her favorite meal, we’re going to watch this new rom-com we’ve been wanting to check out. I’m even decorating with rose petals throughout the house.” “AW!” Phoenix and I cooed loudly. “You and Hangman staying home?” She scoffed. “We don’t want the cleanup, so we’re  going out.” He nodded. “I can’t blame you. Magnolia?” I chuckled. “I am staying home and practicing self-care.” I said as I kicked my feet up and leaned my head back into Phoenix’s lap. Soon everyone was in the room, talking about their plans.

“Spending the night alone, Baby on board?” Hangman asked Bob, slamming his hands onto his shoulders, making him jump. “Um, no. I have a date.” We all cheered as I kept my head in Phoenix’s lap. “Bobby got a date. How’d you two meet?” I asked. “Um, I actually met her in the bakery down the road. She works there.” I grinned at him. “So, when did you ask her out?” Fanboy was bouncing in his seat, waiting for an answer to his question. “We’ve been talking on the phone and when I see her at the bakery. So, I asked her out for tonight.” He was so proud of himself, you could see it in the way he sat up and grinned, almost rubbing it in Hangman’s face. “Isn’t Valentine’s Day a little intimidating for a first date?” He shook his head. “I realized that after and we spoke about it. We agreed it doesn’t have to be stressful so we’re just going to a Mexican restaurant by the beach.” I nodded. “Look at you go! Proud of you, Bobby!” I knew it was hard for Bob to get out there sometimes, he could be painfully shy, so I was really happy for him.

Soon we were done, and Phoenix and I showered before heading to her house. I slid on some ripped jeans and a soft white t-shirt before I followed her to her base housing. She led me up to her room which had clothes strewn all over the place. “Did your closet explode?” She groaned, looking around. “No, I’ve been trying to figure out what to wear all week. But Bagman hasn’t told me where we’re going so I don’t know what to pick.” I nodded, grabbing my phone. “Hang on.” “Oh, Magnolia don-“ “Hello?” Hangman answered, sounding out of breath. “Hey, we’re trying to figure out what Phoenix should wear. Where are you taking her?” I heard something rustling around on his end and he cussed under his breath. “We’re doing dinner on the beach, so we have a full set up with dinner, music the whole nine yards.” My hand flew to my chest as my bottom lip poked out. “Oh my god. Okay, so nothing too tight, she needs to be able to move freely.” “Yes.” I nodded as she crossed her arms, glaring at me. “Thanks, Bagman. I’ll get her all set.” I said before we hung up. “I don’t know what he’s doing, but he’s gonna need a shower too after.” I said as I marched into her closet. “By the way, I hope you got him a good gift because this date is so sweet!” She groaned, flopping on her bed. “You can’t tell me this and not tell me what he’s doing.” She called as I looked through her clothes. “I’m not spoiling this!” I yelled as I grabbed a burgundy A-line dress with off the shoulder sleeves. “Wear this.” I said as I tossed the dress at her.

“This?” I nodded going over to her dresser. “Do you want something sexy to wear under it? Matching set?” I turned to her as she pulled off her shirt. “Why not?” She grinned. I pulled out a black strapless bra and a black thong. “Here, I’ll go plug in your curling iron.” She put the bra and underwear on before coming into the bathroom. “Do you want to do your makeup, or do you want me to do it?” I asked as she sat on a stool she had in her bathroom. “Do you mind doing it?” I gave her a soft smile. “Not at all. So, soft or glam?” I asked opening her makeup bag. “Let’s do glam.” I nodded, grabbing everything we needed. Soon she was done, a smoky eye with champagne shimmer on her eyelids and a red lip to compliment it. Her hair was down in soft curls, half of it pinned back out of her face, with a few pieces framing her. We got her dressed and I handed her some gold heels she took from me a few weeks ago. “How do I look?” She asked and I grinned at her. “Gorgeous, he’s gonna fall out when he sees you.” She giggled, before she slipped on some gold jewelry. “So, what did you get him?” She smiled, pulling a gift bag from the closet. “I got him a new bottle of his cologne, my favorite one, a new set of two rocks glasses and a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue Label.” My jaw dropped. “You splurged.” She nodded. “I couldn’t help it!”

I grinned at her, pulling her into a hug. “I’m so happy for you two.” She squeezed me back before letting go. “Okay, I’m gonna go. Don’t wanna ruin the mood when he gets here.” She nodded, seeing me out and just as I pulled out of her driveway, Jake was coming down the road. We honked at each other before I enjoyed the drive home. The sun was still warming the air around me, and I rolled the windows down to allow the wind to whip my hair around. Once I was home I grabbed the mail from the mail box before making my way inside. I was sorting through the envelopes in my hand, not paying attention, but when I looked up, everything fell from my hands and scattered around the floor. A vase with roses sat on the coffee table, red, pink and white mixed together with baby’s breath spread throughout, next to it sat a white teddy bear holding a heart and a black velvet box. There was a heart shaped box of chocolates and a bag of Reese’s as well. I walked over, grabbing the card from the vase.

Magnolia,

It kills me to not be there with you for our first Valentine’s Day together, so I wanted to remind you that you’re always on my mind and that I love you more than life itself!

Love, Rooster

I looked around in amazement. Even thousands of miles away, he still surprises me. I couldn’t help but grin as I picked up the stuffed bear and I realized it smelled like Bradley. I looked around, wondering if Rooster was here, my hope dying when I realized he definitely wasn’t. So, I decided to text Phoenix to see if she knew anything about this. As I waited on a reply, I put the Reese’s in the freezer and came back to the couch. As I sat the mail shifted and I noticed an envelope with handwriting on the outside. Picking up I read over it, realizing it was Bradley’s handwriting. I wanted so badly to rip it open, but decided to wait and read it later. As I stood, my phone buzzed with a text.

Hangman and I both did. Rooster bought everything but Jake set it all up. Enjoy!

I really couldn’t ask for better friends. I text her and hangman a thank you before letting the dogs out back. Normally I would leave the door open for them to come back in whenever they were ready, but ever since I saw someone snooping around, I’ve been paranoid about locking the doors and making sure I looked to see who was at the door before opening it. Soon the dogs came in and I locked the back door before making my way upstairs. I decided to do my bubble bath first, so I stripped and put my robe on before grabbing a bunch of candles and bringing them into the bathroom. I lit all of them before turning on the water in the large round tub, pouring in some bubbles. After that I went downstairs, pouring me a glass of Riesling. Once the glass was half full, I took a sip and stared at the bottle. “Fuck it.” I muttered, deciding to bring the bottle up to the bathroom with me. I walked through the living room to make my way upstairs when the doorbell rang, making me jump and the dogs bark. I set the bottle and glass on the table by the door before peeking through the glass. I saw a van in the driveway, back doors open and I grew nervous, only to see a guy at the door in a uniform with a very large bouquet of flowers in his hands.

I swung the door open as the man peeked around the flowers, and I realized he couldn’t have been older than nineteen. “Miss Motley?” He asked, a blush growing on his cheeks. That’s when I remembered I was in a short black silk robe that showed a lot of cleavage. “That’s me.” I flashed him a smile as he passed me the flowers. “These are for you.” I took them from him, the flowers covering my view completely. “Oh, thank you.” With that he left and I shut and locked the door. I set the bouquet of lilies and roses on the mantel above the fireplace and plucked the card from it.

Happy Valentines Day, sweetie!

Love, Mama & Daddy

I chuckled to myself. I’m engaged to a man who actually loves me and they’re still sending me flowers. That reminded me, I still haven’t talked to them about the wedding, so I decided to take this opportunity to call and thank them for the flowers as well as talk to them. I grabbed my wine glass and the bottle, going back upstairs and crawling into my hot bath. Once I got settled, I grabbed my phone dialing my mom’s number as I sipped my wine. “Hello?” I set my phone down on the edge of the tub as I leaned back. “Hey, mama.” “Hi, baby! Did you get our flowers?” I nodded. “Sure did! Thank you for those!” “Oh, you’re welcome! We debated on sending you some but since Rooster was deployed, we thought we would.” I grinned at the thought of him. “Actually he sent me flowers, a stuffed bear, candy and there’s even a jewelry box that I have yet to open.” She gasped in surprise. “How’d he manage that?” I shrugged. "Phoenix said he purchased everything, but Hangman set it up." She chuckled. “I knew they didn’t hate each other like they let on.” I nodded. “It’s gotten a lot better after the uranium mission.”

She hummed and I took a deep breath. “So um, can I ask you something?” I ran my hands through the water, the bubbles shifting around, almost coming up to my chin. “Anything.” I shouldn’t be nervous, but I was. I didn’t want her thinking I expected her to pay for everything. “Do you and daddy want to contribute to the wedding? If not that’s okay, but if you do we need to work that into the budget.” She hummed as I held my breath. “How much is your budget?” She asked. “Rooster did the math and figured we can afford forty thousand.” I replied as I stared up at the ceiling. “We’ll match it.” Her words had me sitting up straight. “You’ll what?” “We’ll match it.” I was opening and closing my mouth like a fish out of water. Not sure what to say. “Do you not wanna talk to daddy about it?” I furrowed my brows, a little lightheaded at her words. “Oh, we’ve been discussing it for a few weeks now and we agreed to match whatever your budget was.” I nodded, not really sure how to respond. “That’s eighty thousand dollars. I don’t even know if we will use it all.” I said and she chuckled. “You’ll use most of it. Make this the wedding of your dreams honey. We do want to purchase your dress and pay for your honeymoon as well.” I could’ve passed out. “That’s a lot of money, mama.” She laughed. “We have the money, why not?” I rolled my eyes at her words. “Have you even thought about a dress yet?” I thought back to January when Penny and I went looking. “Um yeah, don’t be mad. But I had no idea what I wanted so Penny went with me to get ideas. I didn’t try anything on, I swear!” I was worried she’d be mad at me.

“As long as you didn’t try anything on. I figured you wouldn’t start looking for a dress until you had a date set. Have you looked at venues?” I nodded. “I have, nothing is worth the money they’re charging so it’s a little harder than I thought. We figured we would have a winter wedding.” She hummed. “I thought you didn’t want a long engagement?” I nodded. “We don’t. But it’s something we’ll just have to accept. Rooster really wants it outside so wintertime would mean no one would sweat too bad.” I could hear her giggle from the other end. “Is he excited?” I huffed, widening my eyes as I wiggled my toes in the water. “Excited? He sends me a weekly list of venues and florists and caterers he wants me to look into.” She laughed loudly this time, so loud I had to pull the phone away from my ear. “That man is heads over heels for you!” I nodded; he really was. “Every venue wants so much money for just the space. We would have to get our own tables and chairs, our own decorations. I just don’t want to waste money just on a space. We still have to find a cake too.” I sighed, leaning back again. “Once you get a venue and a date, everything else will come together, I promise.” It felt better, my mother reassuring me it would all come together. With Aaron his mom did most everything. She booked a church that I didn’t want, she picked my dress. It was weird making these decisions for myself. We spent a few more minutes talking before we hung up.

I was still in shock that they wanted to match our budget. It was a little relieving to know we had plenty of money for this wedding. Rooster would be blown away. At that thought I decided to tell him, so I grabbed my phone. As I opened our texts, I got an idea. I opened the camera and took a picture of my legs in the water, my toes just peeking out of the bubbles. I sent it to him and decided to give him a few minutes to see if he would respond, but I was shocked to get a facetime call almost immediately. I pulled the phone close to my face, not knowing where he was, or who was around him and answered. “Hi, honey.” He was smirking at me. He seemed to be laying in his bed, shirtless as he propped his head in his hand. “Phone’s a little close, don’t you think?” I smirked, backing the phone up. My chest was mostly covered by bubbles, but you could still tell how hard my nipples were. The air in the bathroom a chilly contrast to the steaming water. “Did you like your surprise?” I nodded. “You’re amazing.” He grinned at me. “Had to do something amazing for my sweet girl.” It was so cheesy, but I was grinning like a fool. “God, I love you.” He chuckled. “I love you too. Did you open the letter or the jewelry box yet?” I shook my head. “I wanted to save them for later. You know, surprise myself throughout the night. How long do you have?” I asked as I sipped on the wine. “I have the day off. I hit the gym this morning and just got back from a shower. I was gonna go ashore today but I think I like this better.” I smiled. “So, you can stay on the phone for a while?” He nodded. “I can stay on the phone until six a.m. tomorrow if you want me too.” I laughed. “I may take you up on that.” He just smiled at me.

“Oh, so I finally talked to my mom.” He nodded. “And?” I bit my lip as I stared at him. “They want to buy my dress, pay for our honeymoon and match our budget!” He sat up quickly, grabbing his phone. “What?!” I nodded with a stupid smile on my face. “We have an eighty-thousand-dollar budget!” I’ve never been so excited about money in my life. But knowing we can probably have everything we want for this wedding made me excited. We talked for a while about the wedding, before I got out of the tub. I dressed in a black lacey thong, keeping my ass facing the camera as I did so. “Honey, you’re making me so fucking hard.” He groaned as I slipped on one of his old Top Gun t-shirts. “I know. But I missed teasing you.” I giggled. I went to close my underwear drawer when I spotted the toy Phoenix bought me. Rooster was groaning on his end of the phone as I grabbed it. I still hadn’t used it, but now, I was considering it. “You wanna see what Phoenix got me for Christmas?” He nodded. “Please! Because I am so hard right now. I need a distraction.” I giggled, holding up the box. “What is that?” He asked, squinting to see the box. I pulled it out, a little stunned at how big it was, and held it up. “It’s a jack rabbit.” He raised a brow, and I turned it on. The clitoral stimulator started vibrating and the shaft started thrusting. My eyes widened, a little intimidated, Rooster’s face mirroring my own. “I’m using that on you when I get home.” I immediately grew wet at his words, now even more excited for him to come home. “Enough of that.” I said as I cut it off and plugged it up to charge. That way if I decided to use it, it wouldn’t die on me.

We talked and stayed on the phone as I ordered and ate my food. I left my phone on the coffee table as I answered the door, not wanting Rooster to see me peeking out the window. I haven’t told him anything, not wanting to stress him out while he’s so far away. After I finished, I had gotten a second bottle of wine and I was tipsy. “Okay, open the jewelry box.” I grabbed it, sitting criss cross on the couch as my phone was propped up so he could see me. I grabbed the square box, opening it. My jaw dropped at what I saw; a silver necklace stared back at me. It had an upside-down, pear-shaped garnet with a diamond connecting a pearl to it. “Oh my god. Bradley, this is gorgeous. Where’d you find it?” I asked. “It was my mom’s favorite necklace.” Tears sprung to my eyes at his words. “It means so much to me that you trust me with her jewelry, Bradley.” He gave me a grin, his own eyes glazing over. “I want you to have it, and I know she’d want you too also. Plus, if we ever have a little girl, she gets it all.” I bit my lip, staring at the necklace. “It really means a lot Bradley.”

“Read the letter I sent?” I nodded, setting the box down and grabbing the envelope, ripping it open. I pulled out the paper to see he hand wrote an entire page, I stared at it for a moment, holding it in my lap. “Read it out loud for me?” My eyes snapped back to my phone, seeing he had laid his head on his pillow. His curls were messy, falling along his forehead, making me want to run my fingers through them and brush them off his face. He had this soft look to him. Rooster had this undeniable sexiness about him, but moments like this, or when he would be laying in our bed, the morning light just barely shining on his face. He always looked soft in those moments, but this, here, tugged on my heart a little. Because this was the first time, I was seeing it through a screen, reminding me how far away he truly was. “Yeah, I can read it out loud.” I said, looking back down at the letter.

“Dear, Magnolia

I hope this arrives by Valentine’s Day. If it arrives before, close this and read it again on the 14th, if it arrives after, happy late Valentine’s Day! I hate that we aren’t together for our first Valentine’s Day and I promise I’ll make it up to you when I come home. You have changed my life in so many ways, turning it upside down and showing me what love truly was. Before you, I never wanted girlfriends or to get married or even kids. Fearing that I would leave them like my dad left my mom and I. That scared me, and for a while I was scared to do that to you. But then, I decided to let myself fall and it has been the best decision I have ever made.

You make the world around us seem brighter, even when you’re not with me. I feel lighter, like I don’t have to shoulder everything by myself, and I know I don’t. Because you help me carry my baggage. The grief of losing my parents, the weight of our jobs. You never let me shoulder it alone and I couldn’t be more grateful to have a woman like you in my life to love me. I don’t really have the words to describe what you mean to me, nothing could properly convey the feelings I have. You hang the moon and the stars; you are what my world revolves around, and I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life growing old with you.

I want to marry you, see the world with you, raise children with you, retire with you and everything in between. I don’t know who or what brought to me, if it was God, the universe or something else, but I will always be grateful for it. Because the moment I bumped into you, I knew you were it for me. I thought I was crazy for thinking that, taking one look at you and telling myself, ‘that’s the girl you’re going to marry’. But now, I don’t think it’s crazy. I think something deep inside me just knew, I knew you were made for me. I can tell by the way your hand fits in mine, the way when we lay together, your head fits into the crook of my neck and our bodies mold together. The way our personalities are so similar but we have our key differences. We complement each other in so many ways and I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else.

My love for you knows no bounds, no one and nothing could ever come between us. I never have to question if you feel the same for me, you let me know in the simplest of ways. The way you hold me when we cuddle, the way you check in with me while we’re at the bar. I have written this letter four or five times, and it never comes out how I want it too. So I’ll just say it the easiest way I know how. I love you, Magnolia. More than life itself and I appreciate you and everything you have done for me.

Forever Yours,

Rooster”

As soon as I finished the letter, I was a sobbing wreck. Tears fell onto the letter and my legs, no matter how hard I wiped my eyes, the tears didn’t stop. “Honey, I didn’t mean to make you cry.” I shook my head, tossing the paper to the side as my hands came up to cover my face. “Mags. Hey, look at me.” I pulled my hands away, wiping my eyes before I looked at him. He was sitting up now, concern covering his face as he looked at me through the phone. “They’re good tears. I just,” I took a deep breath, wiping my eyes again in hopes I could stop. “I’ve never had anyone tell me those things. I know you love me, but seeing it poured out on paper… it just means so much coming from you and-“ I choked, sobbing some more. “I just wish you were home.” I cried. I’ve never been on this side as a significant other. I remember when my dad would get deployed, it always sucked. But this was how my mother felt, I’m sure she would be up at night crying, just like I’ve done before. “Me too, pretty girl.” I looked at the phone to see he had a few tears running down his own cheeks.

“God, I’m sorry, Roo. I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He chuckled, wiping his cheeks. “To be honest, I’ve done it a few times since being out here.” I sighed, hating how hard this deployment seemed to be. “Just think, from this point forward, we’ll no longer be separated because of deployments. This is our first and last time going through this.” It was a comforting thought. “Yeah, we’ll be deployed together. Meaning I can stress and worry about you on board.” I giggled. “As if I don’t worry about you enough.” He gave me a smile, making me feel a little better. “I never thought being separated would be this hard. I mean, we were separated for a few days when I went back to Atlanta for my divorce hearing. But I knew we were both safe and I was coming home to you. This is hard because it’s so unpredictable. So much can go wrong, and I think it makes it harder because I know exactly what your job entails.” He nodded. “This must be what everyone waiting at home feels when their husbands or wives are gone.” I said as I leaned back, propping my foot up on the edge of the couch, resting my arm on my bent knee.

Rooster went quiet and when I looked at my phone, he had a blank look on his face, but I could barely tell his pupils had dilated. “Roo?” His eyes shifted, looking at my face. “Sorry, just feel like you’re purposely teasing me, honey.” I looked down, realizing my thong had shifted, giving him a bit of a view. “Ah.” I said as I smirked at him, shifting my other leg to give him more of a view. I heard him let out a low growl as he laid back down. “Fuck, I miss you.” I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, my breathing picking up at his words. “You miss me? Or you miss my pussy?” His eyes drifted closed as he groaned, rolling onto his back. “Is both an appropriate answer?” I chuckled at his question, my fingers messing with the waist band of my panties. He turned his head just as I dipped my fingers below my waist band. “Mm, touching yourself for me, pretty girl?” I nodded, my teeth tugging on my lips hard. “Only for you.” I muttered as my fingers grazed my clit. My body tensed and I gasped as I did so, making Rooster smirk. “Pull your panties off, pretty girl.”

I couldn’t resist him and did as he asked, lifting my hips and sliding them down my legs, dropping the black lace next to me. “You’re soaked, Mags.” I chuckled. “It’s what you do to me.” I said with wink. I gently ran my fingers over my clit, drawing in a sharp breath as I did so. “Wanna join me, Lieutenant?” I teased and in a flash he was up, locking his door and yanking his shorts off. I giggled at his excitement, touching myself as he leaned back against the wall next to his bed. Cock standing erect, the tip red and leaking precum. I was mesmerized, almost missing the heavy feeling of it on my tongue. “Why don’t you go upstairs and get that toy of yours? Put it to good use.” I smirked, jumping up, rushing upstairs to grab the aforementioned toy. Once I had it, I came back, sitting on the couch, propping my feet on the coffee table with my legs spread. I was a little nervous, we had done phone sex one time, and this was different. “Touch yourself with it.” I trailed the toy from my belly down to my clit, then down to my slit. I moaned as I dragged it along my clit again, deciding to pay attention to it. “Fuck, slip it in pretty girl.” I smirked, scooting down a little and slowly slipping the toy inside me.

A strangled moan passed my lips as I pushed farther, settling the toy inside me as the vibrator rested over my clit. “That’s it, pretty girl. Now, turn it on.” I did as he said, clicking the power button, gasping and tossing my head back as the head brushed my g-spot and the vibrator was pressed against my clit. A yelp escaped me as I picked my head up, looking down at the toy before looking at my phone. Bradley had a tight grip on his cock, jerking off as I cried out. “Oh, fuck! I’m not gonna last long.” I cried. It was true, the dual stimulation was almost too much. “Fuck, I wish this was you, Roo. Need your cock inside me.” I gasped out, looking at him. His stare was intense as he jerked off. “That’s it, Mags. Just like that.” I bit my lip at his words, my head falling back as my orgasm built up. “Fuck Roo! Yes! Yes!” I cried. “When I come home, you’re not leaving the bed. I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk, gon’ keep you full of me pretty girl.” His words spurred me on. “Please, Roo. Wanna take everything you give me.” I choked out. I was teetering on the edge, so close to having that knot in my core snap clean in half.

“Come on, pretty girl. Cum for me. I’m so close. Fuck, I wanna stuff you full of me till you have my cum leaking down your legs.” His words sent me over the edge and a strangled yell escaped my throat, my head tossed back and my back arching. The overstimulation hit quick, making me yank the toy out as I fell onto my side on the couch, chasing my breath as my legs shook. I watched as Bradley’s own release hit him, his own cum painting his stomach and even a little on his chest. “Mm, what I wouldn’t give for a facial.” I joked as we both chased our breath. He laughed as his chest heaved, grabbing some tissues to clean himself off. “I’ll happily give you one when I come home.” I nodded, still breathing heavily. “That toy really works, huh?” I nodded. “That was my first time using it, too.” He smirked at me. “You look pretty like that.” I raised a brow as I rolled onto my belly. “With my hair everywhere and my chest heaving?” He nodded. “Of course, you always look pretty.” I felt the heat invade my cheeks, all the way to my ears. “You know how to make a girl blush, Mr. Bradshaw.” He chuckled before getting up and getting some more underwear. “I’ll be right back.” I said as I got up myself. I went up to our bathroom and cleaned up before putting on clean underwear. I grabbed the wedding planner and went back downstairs, pulling the sherpa blanket from the back of the couch, and pouring myself another glass of wine. “Okay, so I think we’ve settled on Navy as one of the wedding colors. I’m in debate on a second color.”

He furrowed his brows, thinking. “White?” I gave him a deadpan look. “My dress will be white, if you wear your uniform-“ “Oh, I am wearing my uniform.” My eyes widened, thinking back to the first time I saw him in his dress whites. It was the night of the gala, he looked handsome as ever and now, he’s gonna wear it to our wedding. “You know that if I see you in your uniform before the wedding, we’re gonna wind up fucking.” I said as I took a sip of wine. He smirked at me, a mischievous look in his eye. “Maybe I’ll wear it around the house then.” I nodded. “Yes, please.” He laughed at my words. “Okay, so if you wear your uniform, then I guess the rest of the groomsmen will?” I slowed, looking back up from writing in the wedding planner. “I mean, that’s if you ask anyone from the team to be in the wedding.” He nodded, grinning. “I plan too.” I nodded. “Are you going to ask anyone from the team?” He asked, chugging some water. “I plan on asking Phoenix to be my maid of honor, then Laura, Rebecca and Halo if she’ll talk to me.” He furrowed his brows in confusion. “Why wouldn’t Halo talk to you?”

“When I found out the team was being made permanent and they were all coming back, I text her and told her I would send her the address when she came in and that she should come over to the house. She said ‘Yeah, because clearly we have a lot to catch up on.’ She comes in tomorrow and she hasn’t responded to any of my texts since.” He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, giving me a knowing look. “Well, you haven’t talked to her much since she left.” I nodded, knowing he was right. “Did you tell her about the engagement?”  I nodded. “I text her a picture and everything. Not like she found out on social media or something.” He sighed as I drank more of my wine. “Maybe she felt like you didn’t care much after she left.” His words hit me hard and soon the tears started. “I didn’t wanna hurt her!” I cried. “I’m such a shitty friend!” Rooster gave me a sad look as tears streaked my face. “No, honey. You’re not.” I could only nod my head and cry. “Yes I am!” I tried wiping my eyes but it was no use, streaks of salty tears fell from them, down my chin and all over my shirt. “Mags, honey, you’re drunk. Why don’t you just lay down for me. Can you do that?” I knew he was right, so I laid down on the couch, tucking my arms under the pillow. “You’re not a bad person, honey.” I sniffled as I wiped my eyes again. “You sure?” He nodded, so sure of his answer. “More sure than anything.” Rooster and I talked for a few more minutes before I fell asleep on the couch, still on the phone with him. When the next morning rolled around, Rooster had sent me screenshots he took of me. I was face down in a few, the others showed my hair everywhere and my mouth open, and I can safely assume I was snoring.

Rooster and I managed to exchange a few texts throughout the day. He wanted to stay updated on the Halo situation and by that afternoon everyone was at the house, beer flowing and Coyote manning the grill. I was hosting because I had the space, but everyone else wanted a hand in cooking this time. Besides Phoenix since she can’t seem to cook anything edible. Fritz said they were about ten minutes away and I used the time to corner Bob. “So, how’d the date go?” I asked as he grabbed some spices from my cabinet. “Great.” His tone was dull, making me frown. “Hey, you know you can talk to me right?” He slammed the spices down on the counter, making me jump, instinctively taking a step back. He seemed to notice, his face falling even more. After a minute he turned to me, his arms crossing over the blue button up he had on.

“Promise you wont tell anyone? Especially Hangman.” I nodded. “Of course.” Even though he asked, he knew I'd never tell anyone anything he didn’t want me to. “She stood me up.” I sighed, leaning on the island. “Why does this keep happening to me? What am I doing wrong?” I shook my head walking over to stand next to him. “I’m tired of trying to find someone and just getting stood up. I know they say the right one will come along, but am I just supposed to be lonely till that happens?” I shook my head. “Ugh I hate that saying. You to get out there, figure out what you do and don’t want in a partner. People always talk like that person is just gonna fall in your lap.” I huffed as I pulled myself up to sit on the counter. “Rooster fell into your lap.” I snorted out a low laugh. “No he didn’t, we almost ran each other over. But it took years for Rooster and I to get here, to finally be happy with each other, and it's also not all sunshine and rainbows. We do argue and we've had some big fights. The last time I saw him before coming out here, I told him he wasn’t good enough. I pushed him away and I said some pretty cruel things. The fact he still wants me is a miracle in itself.” He sighed. “Don’t compare your love life to mine and Rooster’s. No ones is the exact same, Bobby. You just have to get out there, look around. You may find her or him, in plain sight or it may be in the last place you look. There’s someone out there for everyone, and that includes you.” He sat for a minute, his chin resting on his fist. “Definitely girls. I couldn’t date a man, they’re too much trouble.” I let out a loud laugh. “Well you’re not, and if you want I’ll help you. Be your wing woman, weed out the ones who aren’t worth your time.” He sighed, pushing off the counter and grabbing the spices. “Thanks, Magnolia. But I think it’ll be a while before I try again.” I nodded as he made his way to the back door. “I’ll be here whenever you’re ready.” I hopped off the counter, turning around in the kitchen doorway to stop him. “Bobby.” He turned to me just as he opened the door. “You’re worth the time and the effort. I just want you to know that.” He gave me a soft smile and that was all the reassurance I needed to know he'd be okay.

Bobby went back outside and I rushed over to Phoenix who was staring out my front window waiting on everyone else to arrive. “Anything?” She shook her head as she continued watching. “Not yet.” We continued staring out the window and soon a car pulled up and out stepped Halo, Fritz, Omaha, Yale and Harvard all crawling out of the SUV. I swung the door open, the draft shifting my floral dress around my thighs. I wasn’t sure how this would go, and that made me nervous. Phoenix peeked around from behind me, and we watched as Halo caught sight of us. The tension was building as she stared at us, but it disappeared as she screamed and sprinted down the walkway. She launched into Phoenix and I as she hit the doorway, almost taking us to the ground. We all caught our footing before we were all squealing and jumping around. “Oh my god! Let me see!” She yelled, snatching my left hand and admiring my ring. “It was his mom’s?” I nodded at her question. “Oh my god! This is so exciting!” She squealed before we were yelling again. “I want in on this!” Rita yelled, running over and joining us.

“Magnolia!” Harvard and Yale yelled, rushing over for a hug. “Hi guys!” I said as I squeezed them. I hugged Fritz and Omaha before they moved onto everyone else for hugs and greetings. Once they made their way through everyone I called out. “Okay, I know Rooster isn’t here, but we all have to get a picture together!” Quickly everyone rushed in, standing in front of the couch. I propped my phone on the mantle, setting the timer as everyone got together. As soon as the timer started, I rushed over, squeezing between Halo and Phoenix as the camera clicked. Once everyone walked away, I grabbed Halo, pulling her off to the side. ‘’Hey, I know we haven’t spoke much since the mission ended and I’m so sorry. Are you mad at me?” I was pulling my thumbs again. My nerves driving me crazy. “Mad at you? No! Why would you think that?” She asked, smacking my shoulder. “Well, you said we ‘clearly have a lot to catch up on.’ And you didn’t reply to any of my texts after that. I thought maybe you were mad at me.” She laughed, shaking her head. “No! I was just saying we had a lot to catch up on! I couldn’t be mad at you for that. We both have busy lives.” I let out a sigh of relief at her words, pulling her into a hug. I felt a lot better knowing we talked about this. It felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. She walked away into the kitchen, and for the first time in a while, everything felt like it would be okay.

The evening was fun and I posted the photo, tagging Rooster on twitter to tell him how much we missed him and soon we were all back to working together. A month went by seamlessly, meaning we roughly had a month left until Rooster came home. But now with his homecoming, came worry. My migraines became more frequent over the last week, my body was sore, especially my breasts and I had spent the last three days puking. I’ve called out those days, and finally I decided to call Phoenix. “I think I may have the flu.” My nose was stuffy as I laid in the bathroom floor after another round of vomiting. “You sound awful. I’ll get some medications for you, and I’ll be there soon.” I just nodded and hung up, the fatigue causing me to fall asleep in the bathroom floor. It wasn’t long until I was woken up by Phoenix shaking me, waking me up. “Hey,” She whispered. “I got all these medications for you, and I got you a migraine pill and a water from downstairs.” I sighed, leaning on the toilet. “Thank you. I have got to get better. I'm looking at a venue this weekend with Penny and Mav.” I looked down at my water bottle but as soon as I thought about taking a sip of it, I got nauseous again.

I immediately leaned over puking up nothing but acid. “Hey, Magnolia? When was the last time you and Rooster had sex?” Once I was done, I looked at her with a raised brow. “December. Why?” I groaned, downing the migraine pill and drinking the water. “Have you been having your period?” I stopped, my head snapping to her. Moving so fast I almost gave myself whiplash. “Yeah.” I muttered but she looked at me with her eyebrows raised. “You think there’s anyway you could be pregnant?” I shrugged, closing the toilet seat. “It’s not impossible.” We were quiet for a moment before I turned to her. “Can you hand me the box of tests under the sink?” She nodded, reaching in and grabbing the box. “You think you’re pregnant?” I shrugged as I managed to get to my feet, staring at the box. “I don’t know.” The question now was, do I want to be while planning a wedding?

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chapter nine

Summary: Fleeing from an abusive relationship, Grace St. James goes to the only place she still has a friend: Hell’s Kitchen. She’s forced to live in her car and beg for a job from the law firm Nelson, Murdock, and Page all the while making sure her past doesn’t catch up to her. Enter Matt Murdock: cocky, handsome, and willing to let her live with him for free until she can afford to get a place of her own. Grace is drawn to Matt in a way she’s never been drawn to anyone, causing sparks to fly as they inevitably grow closer and closer.

a/n: look at me go, still keeping up with posting twice a week! Things are starting to get more interesting and are slowly but surely heating up...

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word count: 3624

“Saint Matthew,” she said with the barest whisper, a hint of a smile in the words.

Matt’s chest ached. He was no saint, but for her, he wanted to try to be.

Grace woke sometime later when the sunlight had shifted into neon purple. 

She groaned and curled into a ball. Everything hurt. Her throat, her head, her entire body. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so sick. 

Had she been asleep all day? It felt like she’d been awake for three days straight though she knew she’d been sleeping. She was exhausted, her body trying to drag her back down into sleep even though now that she was awake, she felt too bad to relax. 

“Fuck,” she said, throat tight with pain and the threat of tears. She suddenly impossibly wanted her father. She’d wondered that morning when the last time she’d been touched with kindness had been, and it had been by him. Her father’s gentle but firm hugs. A scratchy kiss on her cheek, his beard tickling her. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d actually touched him before he’d died. A hug that morning? A squeeze of his hand the day before? 

When she’d been a kid, her father had been the one to take care of her. He brought a TV into her room and let her watch movies all day. He brought her ginger ale and crackers. He cooked her scrambled eggs, not caring if she let them sit all day on her nightstand when she had no appetite. 

God, she missed him. 

Grace blinked back the tears. 

“–on the stand if we need to,” a soft, familiar voice was saying. 

Grace rolled over to face the bedroom door, which was half open. Was Foggy out there? She frowned. 

“Probably not a good idea unless we’re desperate.” Matt’s voice this time. 

“Hopefully it won’t even go to trial,” Karen said. 

All three of them were speaking in soft, low voices as if afraid to wake her. 

Grace shuddered as a wave of achiness washed through her. 

The voices cut off. 

Within a minute, Matt was at the door with his head turned in her direction. 

“Grace?” he said in a quiet voice. “Are you awake?” 

“Mm,” she grunted, because it hurt too much to breathe let alone talk. 

“Are you hungry?” 

“No,” she said, then groaned a little at how much saying the one word hurt. She shuddered again. 

Matt disappeared, only to be replaced a minute later by Karen carrying a popsicle. 

“Hey sleepyhead,” she said softly with a smile. “Doctor Matt says you need something for your throat? I’m supposed to check your temperature first though.” 

Grace shook her head and closed her eyes. 

God, it was one thing for Matt to witness her being so sick. At least he couldn’t see. But Foggy and Karen were both there, and Grace knew she looked absolutely terrible just based on how bad she felt. 

But she did need to check her temperature. Her father’s voice admonished her in a memory as she reached for the thermometer. 

While it was in her mouth, she let the memory play out while Karen waited patiently beside the bed. She’d eaten ice cream once as a kid when she’d been sick, then taken her temperature. Because her mouth had been cold, the thermometer falsely said her fever had broken. Then she’d been allowed a hot shower, which dehydrated her further on top of the fever, which had made her pass out. Every time after that, her father had made sure to take her temperature before she had anything to eat or drink. 

The thermometer beeped. Karen snatched it before Grace could move. 

“One oh one. Getting better,” she said, then held out the popsicle. 

Grace took it. The first bite felt heavenly on her throat and she let out an unconscious noise of pleasure. 

Karen walked out and called to Matt that her fever was two degrees lower. 

Grace ate her popsicle and tried not to think about anything, especially memories that hurt. She felt bad enough as it was. She didn’t need grief to rear its ugly head and make things even worse. 

She finished the popsicle and set the trash on the nightstand. She sat propped against the pillows and squinted at her phone. It was almost eight at night. She’d been out most of the day. She remembered coming home and getting back in bed, Matt’s hands gently brushing against her forehead. She remembered holding his hand and the ice pack against her neck. She’d woken up a few hours after that and taken her temperature again and more medicine, only to go right back to sleep. 

The door slid open again. Matt held another drink, ice clinking against the glass, and a thermos. 

“Foggy made you some soup,” he said as he walked closer to the bed, stopping just short of bumping into it. “It’s in a thermos so it’ll be warm whenever you feel up to it. And you need to stay hydrated, your fever is still kind of high.” 

Grace accepted the glass and took a sip. 

Her eyes burned and it was only after the first tears slipped free that she realized why. 

“Grace?” Matt said with that head tilt of his as she made a quiet hiccup of noise. “Are you alright?” 

He reached out as if to touch her but froze before letting his hand drop back to his side. 

Grace wiped quickly at her face before taking another sip of the drink to mask that she was crying. 

“Are you crying?” he asked so gently it made more tears slip free. There was a note of something akin to pain in his voice. 

“I’m fine,” she choked out, but it didn’t sound convincing between her sore throat and her tears. 

Matt sank onto the edge of the mattress. This time he did reach for her. He found her elbow and followed the line of her arm down to her free hand. He had calluses that scraped lightly against her skin. He was still in his work shirt, sans jacket and tie, the top couple of buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up. 

“What’s wrong?” He squeezed her hand. 

“I just–” She sniffled and silently told herself to get her shit together. “Why are you all being so nice to me? You barely know me.” 

His face was as open as she’d ever seen it. The blatant kindness there made her chest ache even more. “We know enough,” he said with a half-shrug. “Besides, everyone deserves to have someone take care of them.” 

Grace had to fight a sob clawing its way up her throat. “It’s been a really long time since anyone took care of me,” she said, the admission costing her something, though she didn’t know what. 

Saying it out loud only made the pain worse. 

Something flashed in Matt’s sightless eyes. He opened his mouth then closed it again. His thumb was tracing soothing circles over her knuckles. Grace used her free hand to wipe away the tears that were still coming. 

“I’m sorry,” she said after Matt still hadn’t said anything. Her face was hot from embarrassment and fever both. “I shouldn’t have–” 

“Don’t be sorry,” Matt said almost harshly. His hand tightened on hers. “We’ll take care of you as long as you let us.” 

“I don’t deserve it,” she said before she could stop herself, thinking of Harry Spencer’s face. 

Matt’s head turned slightly. “Yes you do.”

She gave him a watery smile he couldn’t see. “Thanks, Matt,” she said after a moment. She winced, because her throat really did hurt. 

“What do you need?” he asked. 

“I’m okay,” she said, a gut reaction. Matt only waited. “I…my laptop?”

“I’ll get it.” He stood and paused, head angled as if to look over his shoulder at her. 

He was back in seconds, setting the laptop on the bed within her reach. 

“Anything else?” Matt asked, seeming eager to help. 

“No, that’s okay. I’ll probably end up sleeping more.” 

“I’m here if you need me,” Matt said. “Foggy and Karen are here, too. We’re getting some work done on the case.” 

“Okay,” Grace said softly. Her heart gave another little pang at the thought of all three of them coming to take care of her simply because they wanted to. 

Matt left quietly, sliding the bedroom door closed behind him. Grace sank back onto the pillows. The embarrassment was still clinging to her like a second skin. But underneath that, she was touched. 

She opened her laptop despite the pounding headache. She didn’t want to sleep more, not yet, and there was nothing else for her to do. She turned the brightness down a bit and pulled up real estate listings. 

She might as well use her time wisely and look for an apartment. She bookmarked a couple of places that were within her current budget, though they were both pretty far from the firm. Otherwise there wasn’t much available that she could afford. 

Grace sighed and rubbed at her eyes. She was cold again, so she dragged one of the blankets up and around her head. Hopefully no one else would check on her for a while and see her like that.

She ended up choosing a movie without really paying attention to what it was about. 

When she woke, the movie was over, the laptop long since dark due to lack of use. 

It was late according to her phone. Grace groaned and rolled over to burrow back into the blankets. She forced herself to get up and at least go brush her teeth and use the bathroom if nothing else. 

She kept the bathroom light off, too tired to bother. Once she was done, she went into the living room for more water to take medicine with. She was surprised Matt hadn’t woken her up exactly six hours after her last dose. 

She paused in the warm yellow light from the sign across the street. 

Matt was sprawled out on the couch on his stomach, face pressed into his pillow, hair a mess. His lips were slightly parted. One of his hands was hanging over the edge, almost brushing the floor. His feet were propped on the opposite arm of the couch, his knees bent so he could fit. 

In her weakened, feverish state, Grace finally let herself admit that she had a crush on him. He was funny and sweet and had taken better care of her in five minutes than Dean had in five years, and they weren’t even dating. She liked that he was protective of Hell’s Kitchen and fought for each of his clients as if they were family. She liked that he protected Foggy and Karen because they were his family. 

And, if she was being honest, his looks didn’t hurt matters either.

Grace leaned one hand on the back of an armchair as she watched Matt’s deep breathing. There was a shadow of a bruise on the back of his arm. She wanted to brush her fingers against it and soothe the hurt. 

She stood watching for one more minute before getting her water and going back to bed. 

–

Throughout the weekend Matt was wholly attentive to Grace. He seemed to anticipate her needs before she knew them herself, always appearing with water or medicine or soup before she could ask for it. Having his attention on her made her a bit stir crazy. She had finally admitted to herself that she was starting to like Matt as more than a friend, and his focus on her only made things worse. 

She wanted to go back to work to have it–and Foggy and Karen–as a barrier. She knew she was attached to him because of his kindness, kindness she had gone so long without, and she wanted to curse her brain for it. 

It was Monday before she finally started to feel better. Matt had returned to work that morning, giving her the space she needed to try and figure out her feelings. She finally showered and left the bed that day, her fever gone but her body still weak. 

By Tuesday she was more herself than she had been in days. 

“I think I’m going to work tomorrow,” she told Matt that night over dinner. Foggy had dropped off some ramen for them from a place around the corner, stating he would have stayed for dinner but had a date with Marci and “ramen is close enough to soup that it’s still good for when you’re sick.” 

Matt frowned. “You should take one more day off just in case.” 

“I’m fine. I haven’t had a fever since yesterday morning. I actually feel pretty good. Besides, I even washed the sheets today so you can have the bed now that I’m feeling better.” 

Matt ignored her and took their dishes to the sink.

“If I stay in this apartment another day I might go crazy,” she finally said when Matt still hadn’t responded. “I’m bored, Matt.” 

He rubbed the back of his neck while the water in the sink heated up. He rolled up one sleeve and then the other and Grace tried not to stare at his muscled forearms as he did so. She pushed up from the table and came up next to him. 

“I’m sorry the apartment is…stark,” he said, tilting his head towards her. 

She frowned. “That’s not–I’m bored because all I’ve been doing is sleeping and watching movies.” She took the sponge from him and gently nudged him aside with her hip. He made a noise of protest. “I’ll wash, you dry. And don’t think I didn’t notice you ignoring me about the bed.” 

She was also trying really hard not to notice the warmth of him so close next to her or how domestic it was of them to be doing dishes together and talking about work. She scrubbed the first plate and rinsed it before passing it off. 

Matt flashed her a smile. “You noticed that, huh?” 

“One of these days, Murdock, I’m going to tie you to the bed.” She immediately winced and blushed at how it sounded. Based on how Matt froze, he noticed how it sounded, too. She quickly rinsed the next plate and handed it to him. Heat started to spread through her at the mental image the words had conjured. Determined to push through and act like nothing happened, she continued, “I’ve seen you sleeping all scrunched up on the couch, you don’t fit. I’m shorter than you, so it only makes sense for you to take the bed.” 

“If you’re going to work tomorrow, you should take the bed.” 

Grace groaned in frustration and threw her hands up in surrender, effectively splattering them both with soapy water. 

“Shit! Sorry!” she said as she reached for the dish towel to dry Matt’s shirt, neck, and face where she’d splashed him. They both laughed. “See, this wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t argued with me.” 

“Oh, it’s my fault for slinging water everywhere?” Matt said with a raised eyebrow. Grace was suddenly aware of how very, very close they were. Of his breath on the inside of her wrist where her hand was raised to wipe the water from his skin. 

She froze, mind short circuiting. Matt’s hand came up and grabbed her forearm. His calloused fingers slid up her arm to her wrist. Her breath caught. His hand was warm against her skin, his touch careful, achingly gentle. She watched, transfixed, as his tongue darted out and wet his lower lip. 

She was not going to think about tying him to the bed, damn it. 

He carefully took the towel from her. 

The motion unfroze her. “Yeah,” she finally said, voice unsteady. “It is your fault for me slinging water everywhere.” 

“I’m not taking the bed,” Matt said. Something flashed across his face before he dried the last of the dishes and put it in the cabinet with perfect ease. Grace sighed, long and dramatically drawn out. Matt grinned at her. “I need to go shower, unless you need to first?” 

“Oh, you mean you didn’t get clean enough from all of the soap and water just now?” she said. Matt laughed again and her entire body warmed at the sound. “No, go ahead.” 

He folded the dish towel and put it back in its spot. She watched him go, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. 

He did have a point–she was feeling much better, but even the few minutes of washing dishes had exhausted her all over again. She wouldn’t mind another night in the bed, especially with clean sheets, before going to work the next day. 

The pipes creaked slightly as Matt turned on the shower.. 

Grace finished mopping up the mess of water and threw away the rest of their trash from dinner. Then she figured she could at least fix the couch up for Matt, since he was insisting on sleeping on it. She would have laid down on it in protest, but she’d already found out that she’d end up in the bed anyways. 

The pipes creaked again a few minutes later as the shower cut off. Grace finished changing the pillowcase on Matt’s pillow–she’d washed all of the sheets since she was already doing one set–and half-turned to get his blanket from where she’d set it on an armchair. 

Grace froze. The bedroom door was open just enough for her to see Matt walk over to the wardrobe. 

He was wearing nothing but a towel. 

Her mouth went dry as her heart skipped. Her eyes greedily skimmed the muscular skin of his shoulders and back, the drops of water lit perfectly by the sign across the street. She trailed her gaze down to the dimples on his lower back, lower… 

She snapped her eyes back up as her entire body flushed with heat. Then she noticed the scars–two almost perfectly straight lines, one on each shoulder blade. There were other, smaller scars too, including a thick one on his side she caught a glimpse of as he turned. He padded back into the bathroom, clothes gripped in one hand. 

She busied herself setting out his blankets. Her face burned. 

She’d seen hints of the muscle before, but it was another thing entirely to see them literally laid bare before her. Scars or no, Matt Murdock was beautiful. And she wasn’t going to admit she’d stared at his shirtless body by asking him what the scars were from. A surgery, maybe? 

Grace silently cursed herself. She didn’t want to feel anything for him simply because he was attractive and kind. But she’d be damned if Matt Murdock wasn’t slowly wearing down the walls she was erecting around herself. 

–

Thankfully, the rest of the week passed without incident, though the image of Matt’s muscular back was seared into Grace’s mind. 

Matt Murdock’s back aside, her mind decided to torture her in other ways. 

Every night, she dreamy of Harry Spencer or Dean or both. 

The dreams only worsened. By Friday night, she had barely been asleep before her dreams filled with blood and torture and bodies floating in the water of the Hudson. 

Grace lurched out of another nightmare with a cry. There was a hand on her arm. She scrambled away from it, pure instinct driving her towards the other side of the bed to evade the cruelty that was sure to follow the touch. 

“Grace?” Matt’s soft voice said in the dark. It was so late that even the neon sign had switched off, the apartment bathed in the darkest shadows of the night before dawn would creep over the horizon. “You were crying out.” 

The relief was so strong that she went almost limp. “I’m sorry,” she said on a breathless gasp, the words aimed into the mattress more than at Matt. “I had a nightmare.” 

“Are you okay?” As her eyes adjusted, she saw he was crouched by the side of the bed, hand still on the sheets where her arm had been a minute before. He was shirtless, but the dream still had its claw so deep within her that she barely noticed. 

“Yeah, I’m–” Her breath shook unconvincingly. “I’m fine.” 

Matt hesitated, head cocked slightly. “If you want to talk about it…I’m here.” 

Her heart clenched. How could she talk to him about what was plaguing her? She had no proof, no way for him to do anything about it even with the law on his side. She could do nothing but suffer in silence and let it haunt her dreams night after night. 

“Thank you,” she said after a too-long silence. “I’m okay. Really.” 

“Alright,” he said slowly, as if he didn’t believe her. 

“Thanks, Matt,” she said again. It was another on the long list of kindnesses he had done her in just a few short weeks. 

“Goodnight, Grace.” 

She settled on her back as Matt slid the bedroom door closed behind himself. She took a deep breath and held it until she couldn’t anymore, then let it out. 

She closed her eyes and thought of that night in the alley, when she had been able to do something. When she’d been able to fight back. She wanted to capture that feeling, to live with the knowledge that she wasn’t powerless. Sure, she hadn’t done much. But she hadn’t done nothing either. 

She sat up abruptly as something occurred to her. 

She might not be able to do something, and the firm might not be able to do anything, but there was someone who operated outside of the law. Someone who fought for the people of Hell’s Kitchen, who fought for good, who fought against those who hurt others. 

Grace’s heart pounded as she realized that Daredevil might be the solution she needed.

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Miscellaneous HCs

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☆ Putting this under cut because it may be a bit long.

🦵 - Does your muse have any physical ailments? How do they live with them?

➤ Not exactly.

Vasco doesn't have any physical ailments to deal with for most of his verses. There are certain verses like his undead and fleet commander verse that he has physical ailments.

His undead verse is just him being dead. He is cold af to touch and can seek out warmth from a living person. Not to consume them or anything. Just to get warmth because he doesn't have any. He also has to deal with the fact one of his limbs could fall off and he doesn't know it. This can be both a good and bad thing. Good because Vasco doesn't have to deal with any pain. Bad because he's not going to realize someone had cut at him and possibly make him losing a limb. While he can reattach his limbs, it's not going to be easy for him since his regenerative abilities aren't what we usually think of it as. Sometimes you'll see him having to wave his arm around like it's a typical day for him.

The thing is, he may not feel the pain, but he will realize he can't move his limbs as much as he can or at all, depending on what type of injury there is.

His fleet commander verse is him without his right hand. Vasco does have a prosthetic hand to help him out in replacement of a limb he has lost, but the phantom pain is there. It took him the longest to do what he needed to do again. Fight with that hand, write with it, etc. It's sucks more because that is his dominant hand.

Sure, Vasco can do things with both hands. He uses his right hand more. So, he had to relearn everything with his right hand when his prosthetic hand came in. As mentioned before, it took him a bit, given he keeps forgetting that this isn't his real hand. So, he couldn't do things as much as he wants to or as normally as he can.

In both verses, Vasco learned to adapt and get used to his situation. Again, it took him a bit, but after a while, it is pushed to the back of his mind until something or someone brings it up to remind him of what really went down. He knows people will stare or ask questions. He is used to the curious stares or the flickering glances.

It's either retire or do something with his situation. Rather not retire so early, he adapted and learn to navigate around what happened.

�� - Does your muse have any mental ailments? How do they live with them?

➤ I am not going too much into this topic since I am no expert and don't want to ramble off on a topic that I'm still doing research on. I don't want to ramble off, talking like I have an idea.

In all honesty, Vasco - or rather my version of him - has depression. So, often times, you can see it affect him. Some days, it's affecting him more while other days it doesn't. While he tries his best to function, it's tough for him. If you fall into the pattern of knowing him quite well and how he functions, you might take notice how certain days takes a huge toll on him. He has to push through some days because he has a duty to play (aka him being a captain or in certain verses, being a fleet commander or noble) and can't simply walk away from his responsibilities, especially knowing he took them up for a reason.

He has a set schedule of doing stuff. When some days are worse, the day-to-day stuff he has gets messed up. Taking showers at a certain time when he normally has a set time, waking up a little late if not taking a bit to get out of bed (unless there is an emergency going on), those kind of things. Even things he would absolutely enjoy, you may not see the same spark in his eyes like he normally does, even if he tries his hardest to fake it for those around him. Again, if you are able to take notice of his patterns and whatnot in his life, you can see the signs.

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One Shot Birthday Surprise : Reader x Toji x Nanami x Gojo

Happy birthday bestie ily this is for you but also everyone else enjoy.

Jujutsu Kaisen Smut

CW: Drug use(smoking weed), Fingering, Oral Male and Female receiving, Foursome, unprotected sex, hair pulling, creampie, humiliation, degradation, slapping, bondage and more.

Getting home after a long day of work and shopping, with groceries in your arms you go to close the door with your foot and instead met with a bump, you go to attempt to close it again pushing your foot harder and instead hear an “Ouch” from none other than Toji.

“That’s not very nice to do to your neighbor… or friend. Can I come in? I saw your arms full so I can help” he said as you took your foot off the door and turning around. He grabs a few bags and walks it over to the counter placing them down and taking the items out.

He plops himself onto the couch as you put away everything you bought. “So since it’s your Birthday and you like to keep it lowkey I was thinking of inviting Nanami and Gojo. Smoke some weed and chill?” He asked, turning his head towards you in the kitchen, watching you bent over picking up things from the bottom of the pantry. “Yeah, yeah, that’s fine.” You go to look at him but just before you can he already snapped his head away from the view he had on you. “Cool, I’ll text them” he said pulling his phone out and messaging the others in a group text.

Plopping next to Toji he goes to put his arm around your shoulder but just as he was going to a knock on the door followed by “you two better not be fucking in there” said by Gojo. Toji rolled his eyes just before he watched you walk past him ass looking great in your jeans so he couldn’t help but stare and resist the urge of slapping it. Opening the door Nanami was pinching Gojo’s arm with an annoyed look on his face. “Welcome, come on in” you say holding the door open. The men walk in and go to sit on the two love seats facing opposite of each other. “Still in work clothes I see, Toji didn’t even give you a chance to shower before intruding?” Nanami said taking off his glasses and setting them on the table. “Yeah, you know how he is, can’t be away from me for too long” you say laughing afterward not being able to see the red faces Toji.

“Well go take a shower, we will set everything up here” Gojo said pulling out the weed and grinder from his pocket as Toji headed to your kitchen to grab the bong that you kept under your sink. Walking to your room and undressing, wrapping a towel around your body and walking to the bathroom, the 3 men catching a glance at you before you shut the door and started the shower. You swore you could hear them talking a lot more after you had gone into the bathroom but shrugged it off and started the water getting in and washing up. Walking back to your room and picking out your sleep shorts and matching top. Plopping back next to Toji and turning on the TV to one of your favorite shows.

“Took you long enough, Joint or Bong?” Gojo asked holding both options out to you. Grabbing the joint and the lighter off the table to spark it up. The men passed around the bong until the entire living room started to get foggy from the smoke. Toji whenever he was high always became bold so it wasn’t a surprise when he pulled you onto his lap unexpectedly straddling him and bouncing you slightly with his knees as you all laughed. But what wasn’t expected was soon to come.

Looking up at Toji once you calmed down from your laughing fit you noticed this look in his eyes that you’ve seen once before. “Your going to make it up to me for embarrassing me earlier with that little comment of yours” he said as a grin formed on his lips.

“Should I tell them how you haven’t been fucked in a while, oops I guess I already did. Being your neighbor and all you know we have thin walls. I can hear you sometimes moaning out all of our names” he snickered as your face reddened. “Is that so?” Nanami asked, leaning forward in his seat as Gojo just looked at Toji wishing it was him you were straddling instead. “Oh yeah, you should hear how desperate she is for our dicks” Toji said as he ran his fingers along your bare stomach making you gasp slightly from the unexpected sensation. “You gonna be able to take us all Princess?” He asked before slapping your ass and rubbing the spot to soothe the sting it for sure left behind.

A smirk growing on your face as you like a challenge.

“With ease” you retort back watching Toji hood his eyes as he snaps his fingers letting Nanami and Gojo it was on. The men must have had this whole thing planned out with how they moved so synchronized. Nanami pulling your top off at the same time as Gojo unhooking your bra leaving you bare chested. Toji attacking your neck with kisses leaving hickeys behind as Nanami took a hardened nipple into his fingers and pinching slightly, and Gojo taking your other breast into his mouth circling your nipple with his tongue before flicking it with his tongue. His piercing added to the sensation driving you insane. The pleasure was becoming overwhelming and the 3 of them knew this.

Feeling Toji hardening underneath, you couldn’t help yourself and tried to move your hips but before you could your slightly lifted up. “Someone is trying to get even more pleasure without even asking. What a desperate slut.” Toji said and scoffed, making you feel slightly embarrassed. “must mean that [y/n] needs to be tied up huh?” Nanami said, undoing his tie and tying your arms behind your back. “The safe word is curse, you got it. If something hurts or you want to stop say it” Gojo said into your ear sending shivers down your spine and a tingle to your clit making your bite your lip and nod your head. “Let’s play a little

game, Gojo put your blindfold onto her and we will have her guess who is the one fucking her. We will say who was who once were done” Toji said, planting a few more kisses onto your neck and Gojo wrapping his cloth around your head.

Toji placed you onto the couch, none of the men talking as one of them picked you up throwing you over their shoulder as their hand imprinted a reddened handprint onto your ass making you let out a whimper. Being placed back onto your feet you feel hands pushing down your shorts and underwear hearing the fabric being stuffed into a pant pocket. Next your pushed to the bed with the mattress hitting the back of your knees making you sit down onto it. Legs being pushed apart as you feel licks being trailed up your thighs to your already dripping cunt. Firm hands squeezing your breasts as they put their lips right against your slit and placing a kiss before feeling their tongue slip out flicking your clit before sucking onto it.

Letting out a loud moan and soon after a hand being placed over your mouth squeezing your cheek slightly as they continued their licking and sucking removing their one hand from your breast and adding a finger into you pumping it in and out slowly making you moan but it coming out muffled and whiny. Which only seemed to drive the man insane as you felt his grasp on your mouth release hearing their clothes hitting the floor and being scooped up and placed on your back arms stick behind you as your thighs were spread and a tip being rubbed between your pussy lips before they thrust into you and setting a consistent speed. Wrapping your legs around them as they lean down onto you putting their head into the crook of your neck and breathing heavily. The man kissing your lips, the thrusts only become harder and faster making you moan into their mouth. Hitting your G-Spot perfectly making your eyes water from the pressure building up inside you.

“I’m going to cum” you mange to get out between kisses. Which seemed to only stop the man making you let a groan out as a last kiss was placed on your side before feeling the bed get lighter and hearing their footsteps head towards the door and hearing the knob turn. Trying to undo Nanami’s tie wiggling around and ending up on your stomach you hear footsteps approaching. “Come on, untie me already” you grunt out still trying to untie it yourself. You feel them untie it only to flip you into your back and tie your hands in front of you. Being flipped back onto your stomach your hips be pulled up to have your ass in the air and feeling your arms be pulled down closer to your legs as rope is tied around your ankles and connected to your wrists making you unable to move.

Feeling the man’s thighs touching your ass before feeling his tip line up with a hard thrust into you making your eyes roll into the back of your head. Whoever’s cock it was was filling you up perfectly, fitting in like a puzzle piece. The pace feeling different from the previous man. Your pussy tightening around their cock as they slap your ass with each thrust again causing you to get close to climax and left empty once again letting out a groan “Please more, don’t stop” you say hearing a tsk sound still not being able to tell who it was you feel them enter into you again this time going at a slower pace and not as hard as they were before. Even with the slow pace he’s hitting you perfectly, filling you perfectly. Mewls and moans filling the bedroom from the both of you. You’ve never heard either of the men having their way with you moan before so you still couldn’t tell who was who. The man must’ve felt you getting close again, fully stopping and walking out.

Trying to recuperate from back to back sessions you feel the pressure from the rope on your ankles be released and hands untied. Relaxing your body on your bed you let out a sigh knowing once again the last person to fuck you was still not going to let you cum just yet. But instead of being meet with a slap, or being tied up you feel the man lie next to you pulling you onto his lap to grind onto him. Moving your hips back and forth before holding you up teasing you slightly with their tip before you force yourself down onto their cock. A muffled groan comes from the man as you begin to ride him, taking control and hopeful in mind that you will finally be able to reach your high. Feeling their hands slap on your hips pushing you down harder onto them and lifting their thighs to bounce you up and down onto them.

Heavy breathing from the both of you as he slows down letting you catch your breath. Flipping you onto your back you feel the man hover over top of you kissing your lips softly and slipping back into you getting back into a steady pace making you moan loudly feeling your body shake and a knock on the door interrupting. But instead of the man stopping he picks up the pace of his own, feeling you tighten onto him becoming sloppy as you both reach your climax, him filling you up and plopping onto the bed next to you. The man kisses your forehead before getting up and leaving the bed.

A few minutes seem to pass before your bedroom door opens once again. Sitting up on your knees you feel someone untie the blind fold. Rubbing your eyes and blinking before looking at the 3 grinning men. “So do you know who was who?” Nanami asked to take a spot next to you. “I think it was you first, Toji, and Lastly Gojo” you said proudly. “Not even close darling” Nanami purred into your ear making you blush. “The rotation was Gojo, Nanami, and me” Toji said with a grin on his face feeling proud that he was the one who made you cum and came in you first. “Yeah, yeah you can go do your victory lap later. Did you hear the way she was moaning from me?” Nanami said, rolling his eyes. “I’m sure we can all make her moan just as loud together” Gojo said before biting his bottom lip.

With a nod of approval the other men joined you on the bed touching all over your body, kisses being planted, hickeys being left all over. Toji pushes you down lightly to lay down as he takes his spot next to your head. Gojo and Nanami staying by your legs. Trying to look at each man equally you watch them each stroke at themselves eyeing your like animals. Toji pokes your cheek with his cock making you turn your head toward him wrapping your lips around the tip and licking the slit making him shut his eyes in pleasure. Nanami rubbing your clit as Gojo fingers you slowly curling his fingers making you moan sending vibrations along Toji’s cock.

He begins to fuck your mouth, grabbing a fist of your hair and tugging it. Gojo pumping two fingers into you as Nanami leans his head down, flicking your clit with his tongue. Groans coming from each me and you. Gojo getting onto his knees tapping his dick onto your throbbing cunt before sliding back into you letting out a moan. Nanami sits back and strokes himself patiently waiting for his turn because he wants to hear you moan out his name. Toji and Gojo fucking into you synchronized maxing out your pleasure. “Are you gonna let her moan out my name” Gojo says lifting one of your legs up resting it on his chest as he pumps into you faster and harder as Toji pulls his dick out of your mouth watching saliva run down your chin and cheek. Gojo holds both your legs up as he fucks into you making you moan his name out and cuming onto him as he fills you up.

Gojo gets up from his spot and sits next to the other side of your head. Nanami getting between your legs now, already hard looking at you with hooded eyes. “Look at you, going to be taking 3 dicks at once. So cock hungry. I want to take her from behind.” He said. Flipping onto your stomach you stick your ass into the air as Toji and Gojo stroke themselves watching you look exhausted. Nanami without warning pulls your ass hard and down onto his cock hard hitting your g spot once again filling you completely and perfectly. Without any trouble making you moan out his name he continues to pump into you harder and faster as you take turns licking and sucking on Gojo and Toji. All going at the same pace stroking the two men the 4 of you all cum at the same time swallowing down both Toji and Gojo’s cum.

“Oh so you 2 get to cum twice? I don’t think that’s fair but I’ll let it slide since she looks fucked out of her mind” Nanami said pulling out of you and laying onto the bed all 4 of you catching your breath. Getting up and washing up you come back to see the 3 men cuddled up sleeping leaving you a space in the middle.

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oh captain ~ jack sparrow;pirates of the caribbean

word count: 2488

request?: yes!

“Can you do a Captain Jack Sparrow smut where the reader has a kink of calling Jack her captain”

description: in which she loves to call him her captain, even in the most intimate of situations

pairing: jack sparrow x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut

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It all started as a joke.

I came aboard the Black Pearl in search of my sister, Elizabeth Swann, and her secret lover, Will Turner. It was no secret that they were travelling with notorious Captain Jack Sparrow and, although my parents did not exactly like Will Turner, they had sent me as a way to tell Elizabeth that they were giving her their blessing to marry Will.

Of course, the moment I - a single, young maiden that had often been described as “beautiful” by my suitors - stepped on to the ship, the captain himself couldn’t keep his eyes off of me. There was many a moment in which Elizabeth had to actually tell Jack that he was being too forward or too crass with me. I liked to play along with his games as well and would tease him back. My favorite way of teasing him was to call him “Captain” in a sarcastic manner.

The first time I said it was in response to Jack’s very bossy tone as he told Elizabeth and I to do something. “Oh, of course, Captain.”

I could see a fire light in his eyes even then as he looked at me. “What did you say?”

“Well, you insist that we on the boat here refer to you as your supposed title,” I had told him. “I was just saying it. I thought you would like that.”

“The way you said it,” he pointed out. “It wasn’t very...crewman like.”

“Oh, my apologies, Captain.”

The fire ignited in his eyes again, but he decided to leave it be this time and to go on to yell commands at his other crewmates.

That’s how it all started. It was just a joke, a way to poke fun at Jack without being too harsh. I used the nickname almost every time I saw him, and almost every time I could see a look on his face that was hard to understand.

That was, until I found myself bent over his desk moaning the original teasing nickname repeatedly.

I never expected to find myself falling for Captain Jack Sparrow. Elizabeth had told me many a story about his attempts at courting beautiful maidens, including herself despite her love for Will. The stories led me to believing that Jack was just a man who wanted to use then leave a woman. I wrote him off as nothing more than a scoundrel, a pirate captain. Oh, what a fool I was.

No one on the ship knew of our love affair, especially not Elizabeth. I loved my sister dearly and I knew she would never judge me for who I had fallen in love with, however I also knew she couldn’t keep a secret from our parents for the life of her, and the last thing I needed was to break my parents hearts by telling them that their youngest daughter had fallen in love with a pirate.

That’s why I continued to use the teasing nickname in such fashion in front of my sister, but every time I used it, I could see that spark of desire in Jack’s eyes.

There was one day that we were on course for some sort of treasure that Jack was dying to find.

“It’s been lost for hundreds of years,” he was explaining to Will. Elizabeth and I were trying to help some of the crewmen and overheard the conversation that both men were refusing to tell us. “Wealth and riches beyond your wildest dreams. You could buy over Elizabeth’s parents with that sort of money.”

“I don’t think anything could buy over Elizabeth’s parents at this rate,” Will joked. “But do you really believe it to be truth? I’ve heard it’s nothing but a - ”

“A pirate’s tale,” Jack finished. “A way to lead pirates to their deaths? I’ve heard those stories, too. But there’s only one way to find out.”

“Mad man is going to get us killed,” Elizabeth whispered to me. “He only cares for the riches he may get, he doesn’t think of the countless lives he’s risking.”

“Of course he doesn’t,” I responded. “Anything that will shower him in gold and recognition is his top priority.”

“What are you two talking about down there?” Jack called from his perch at the steering wheel.

Elizabeth and I shared a teasing glance before Elizabeth responded, “Just about how smart you are, my dear captain! This journey can only go right!”

Jack raised an eyebrow at the obvious sarcasm in Elizabeth’s voice before his eyes landed on me.

“We were discussing how much recognition you will get once you find this totally real treasure you’re looking for,” I said. I paused a moment before giving Jack a brief smirk as I added, “Captain.”

He shuffled a little, trying to make his lust seem like he was just annoyed with me and Elizabeth. I couldn’t help but smirk triumphantly at him before turning back to Elizabeth, who was also giggling.

“You both doubt me,” he finally said after a long stretch of silence, “but I’ll show you both, and this whole boat, that I am right and this treasure is real.”

He came down from his perch and walked into the room that was designated as “his office”, his eyes meeting mine for a split moment. “I’m going to study the map for some time, please do not disturb me.”

What he really meant was, No one else come disturb me, I will be fucking (Y/N)’s brains out.

I felt myself becoming tingly between my legs, a regular sensation that Jack was able to get out of me. I tried to keep a light look on my face, but it was hard to do so when all I wanted was to follow him into that room.

“You two should be kinder to him,” Will said, although he, too, was laughing. “He’s been kind enough to let us travel with him.”

“After trying to get under mine and (Y/N)’s skirts for a few months,” Elizabeth added. “He knows that we like him and that we are grateful for him. It’s just so easy to tease him sometimes.”

Tell me about it, I thought to myself.

“Maybe we should leave the captain alone to his mapping for a while,” Will said, wrapping an arm around Elizabeth’s waist. It was his only silent way of asking Elizabeth for what Jack was trying to get from me.

“Perhaps we should,” she responded and gave her husband to be a light kiss on his lips.

The two left without another word to me, which was alright by me. It meant that I didn’t have to make up an excuse as to why I was “disturbing” Jack when he asked me not to.

Once I was sure they were too busy with one another to notice me, I turned and raced for the door. I hastily did mine and Jack’s secret knock before shoving the door open. I was shocked to see that the room before me was empty - the desk where Jack usually sat waiting for me was empty, and there was almost no sight of him at all.

Before I could even consider why this had happened, the door slammed behind me and I felt someone take hold of my throat and shove me against the closed door. Jack’s lips met mine and I felt the familiar explosive feeling I had whenever we kissed. His hands were already roughly pulling at my skirt, trying to pull it up around my hips.

“Someone is impatient,” I breathed against his lips. “You told everyone not to disturb you, remember? You don’t have to be so fast and so rough.”

“But if I take you quickly once, I can take you again before anyone notices that we’re even gone.”

His dirty words ignited a fire in me. I giggled as he picked me up in his arms and laid me down on his desk. The poor thing had seen more of our action than any actual work that Jack had ever done. I was surprised that it was still standing after all this time.

I took hold of the back of Jack’s neck and pulled him in for another kiss. Our lips moved so perfectly with one another as his hands trailed up my bare legs, his cold rings leaving shivers where they trailed. I pulled at his pants, trying desperately to get them off. He chuckled against my lips, the vibrations running through my entire body.

“Who is the impatient one now?” he asked.

“Not like the great Captain to leave a girl waiting in her desire,” I teased, hoping the nickname would be used to my advantage.

Lucky for me, I knew that was the one thing that could break Jack. He roughly pulled at the strings around the back of my dress, causing it to loosen and fall off my body completely. Once my dress was a heap on the floor, Jack pushed me onto the desk so I was laying on my back. I watched as he undid his pants and pulled them down just far enough for his hard member to pop free. Just seeing how hard he was from the little amount of teasing we had been doing was enough to make me start dripping in anticipation.

I gasped as I felt him pushing himself into me. No matter how many times we had sex, I still continued to be shocked by how big he was. He made my eyes roll into the back of my head just by filling me with his hard cock.

His hand found my hair and he roughly pulled me up so my body was pressed against his. “What’s my name, love?”

“Captain,” I breathed, dying to move my hips against his to get some sort of friction between us. But I knew that would only result in him punishing me for being naughty.

My response earned me a few slow thrusts. I bit my lip as to not moan too loud, but it was hard to keep quiet during one of our rendezvous. They were often few and far between, leaving the two of us very pent up and needing of release when the time came.

“Say it again for me my pet,” he purred.

“Captain,” I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him as closely as I could. “Oh, Captain.”

The grip he had on my hair tightened as he began to thrust into me more, now going at a quicker and more steady pace. I pressed my lips to his to try and muffle my moans, which were now starting to become loud enough for anyone who would be passing by to hear.

I moaned out the name a few more times, which led to me being laid back over the desk yet again with Jack leaning over me, his thrusts so rough now that the desk was being moved. I arched my back against him, trying to get him as far into me as he could go. One of his hands was gripping my thigh while the other was wrapped around my throat, pressing slightly against the sides every now and then, and causing me to feel lightheaded.

Jack was always able to hit a spot in me that made my brain turn to mush and my eyes roll back into my head. I could barley think straight when he was pounding that spot relentlessly inside of me, especially at that moment when the only thing I could feel was waves of pleasure rippling through my body.

I managed to pull my thoughts together enough to utter out a sentence, “I’m so close, Captain.”

“Let me feel you come undone around me, my pet,” he said. I could feel him twitching inside of me, indicating that he was close to finishing himself.

My fingers curled into the desk as I felt myself hitting my climax. My entire body seemed to curl in some way as I felt myself contracting around Jack. His hands slipped under my arched back, pulling my body up to press against him as he did his final thrusts and finished inside of me.

The aftermath of our love making rarely lasted long in fear of being caught. Jack held me for a short amount of time, kissing the top of my head and whispering sweet nothings into my ear, before he finally had to pull away from me and begin to redress himself. I pulled my dress back up.

“You mind tying me back up?” I asked him, turning around to present my still bare back to him.

He laced the strings through their proper holes and tied it tight enough that it would stay up, but not too tight to cause discomfort.

“Do you really think you’ll find that treasure you’re on route for?” I asked him once he was finished. “Do you think it’s real?”

“I choose to believe every treasure is real until proven otherwise,” he responded. “I know everyone on the ship thinks that I’m leading us to our deaths, but I truly believe there is something waiting for us at our destination.”

“Well, if you believe it then I believe you,” I said. “What do you plan on doing with your riches once you get them?”

“I’ll share them amongst the crew,” he started. “There’s supposedly enough to keep a dozen men from having to work for the rest of their lives, and I have just a little over a dozen men on this ship. What I keep for myself I’m going to use to get a better ship. The old Black Pearl is starting to see her end I’m afraid. And, with whatever is left, I intend to buy you a rock so big and so stunning that any royal woman would be jealous of it.”

He lifted my hand to his lips and gave my knuckles a soft kiss.

“You intend to marry me?” I asked him.

“Of course I do. Why do you seem shocked to hear that?”

I chuckled. “Well, the stories I’ve heard about the great Captain Jack Sparrow, none of them made it sound like he would ever settle down with a woman.”

Jack smiled and wrapped his arms around my waist, looking lovingly into my eyes. I could get lost staring into those beautiful eyes of his.

“A man must know when the right woman has come along,” he told me. “Especially a pirate. And the moment you stepped foot on my ship, I knew you were the right woman.”

“You sweet talker,” I said before pressing my lips to his. “When you do get me that ring, just know that I will say yes.”

“Of course, my love. And I cannot wait to have you to sail the seas with for the rest of my life.”

[wincore]

field day | jung sungchan

pairing: sungchan x fem!reader

synopsis: when you, as cheer captain, are best friends with the pride and joy of the soccer team, rumors are bound to fly around.

genre: high school au, soccer au, bff2l, fluff

words: 7.5k

warnings: language, jung “the risk i took was calculated but man am i bad at math” sungchan

request: sungchan + ball + “ everyone is looking at us. is that a good or a bad thing? ” (from the first option) ^__^

song recs: after school - weeekly / pleaser - wallows / some - bol4 / sweet talk - saint motel / love so sweet - cherry bullet

a/n: i tried recalling some hs memories for this and im hoping i wasnt the only one that went through the “shipped with a random dude” ordeal LOL. i haven’t written shorter fics in a while so i’m glad i got to. tq for requesting, lovepie <33

In high school, peer pressure tends to come in different forms. For you, it’s taken the shape of this.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” 

You look around your classmates, scanning each and every face chanting with glee like you’re a star player scoring the winning point. The tall figure shifts beside you, glancing at you like a blinking idiot. You’re not even on the losing team but it feels just as frustrating.

You glare at the boy beside you. The trouble is Jung Sungchan. The trouble has always been Jung Sungchan. 

“Come on!” Chenle calls with a teasing grin from the buzzing crowd. The little shit. It’s getting hotter with each minute you spend by the green soccer field and its dusty chalked lines, just at the tip of the bleachers. You didn’t even get enough time to breathe before you were surrounded, the soccer team pushing a stumbling Sungchan onto you. It’s too sunny for this today.

“The star soccer player gets a kiss from the lead cheerleader after a winning game! That’s the rule.” Chenle announces.

Sungchan looks at you and you turn to him, the both of you looking at each other like fish out of water. Even though you’ve clarified at least a hundred times that you’re just friends, your peers don’t seem to be satisfied. (“Famous last words,” they say.)

“No,” you say, firmly. 

“No,” Sungchan agrees, nodding his head wisely.

“Don’t copy me,” you say, smacking his chest, and a quiet ‘oof’ escapes his mouth.

The fact that you’ve been best friends since Sungchan offered you a light green crayon in elementary school just fuels the idea that you have to date. There’s this difference between elementary school kids teasing and high school kids teasing—it was so much easier back when boys were afraid of cooties from girls. It was innocent too. Now, it’s more of nudges and sly grins, teasing with unnecessary innuendo. (What else do you expect from teenagers experiencing puberty?) It doesn’t stop you from being best friends though. Sungchan still visits on Fridays to get on your mom’s nerves and help you with homework (or try to). You still have all the little trinkets he’s gifted you over the years and the lock to his phone is still your birthday. You’re best friends and strictly that. 

When you got into the same middle school though is when it started going downhill. Holding his hand was awkward, touching him in any way was awkward and god forbid you compliment him on something. The kids around you would run across the halls saying “(name) likes Sungchan!” or the other way around sometimes. Heathens, the lot of them. But at the very least, he wasn’t too fazed and you wonder how he could be that even-tempered. If it was just you feeling that way, then maybe you did like him more than he did you. 

You shake it off. 

Sungchan’s much more grown now and at least a foot taller since his awkward adolescent years; he looks handsomer too but you wouldn’t be caught dead saying it out loud. After all, it’s only going to spark another debate on the anonymous school forum. (“(name) finds Jung Sungchan attractive, they’re totally dating.” “I knew it. A boy and a girl can’t be friends, especially if they’re both good looking.”) If you’re being honest, you hate the rumours so much—it’s one of the reasons, apart from puberty, stopping you from being as close as before. However, you do understand that this is how the passage of time works. You’re not going to be spending all of your time with each other, yes, but you still regard him as important. Your life is too busy now, with exams and practice—and you’d think a busy bee would get some honey as reward.

Sungchan’s curls stick to his forehead, unruly after he wiped at them with a towel. The sunlight plays with his eyes when he looks at you intently and you shrug. The smell of sweat is starting to make you nauseous. You remember that you too need to take a shower.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you mumble.

“Not today?” He asks.

You shake your head. “The girls have a plan.”

It’s not just the sweat. Or the crowds. You don’t like being here at all. There’s one more problem with this place.

You hate soccer. 

And by hate, you mean you despise it. Like you’ll throw up at the sight of it. What’s so riveting about a bunch of smelly, sweaty guys excited about chasing a patterned ball? You’ve tried to understand it but every time your dad explains the rules, you find yourself zoning out of whatever alien language he speaks. 

Sungchan has been the closest to getting you to understand the game and even then, you refused to learn. It’s not like you’re society’s definition of girly—but you’re not a tomboy either. The school has granted you the “ice queen with a warm interior” stereotype so you’ll just go with that. To be honest, you’re just a little more awkward at open affection than your friends. (And Sungchan has the “friendly beagle” stereotype which you’ll agree is partly true. He’s more of a retriever though, with that size.) It’s just funny how you can never seem to know who you are but other people see so clearly.

You hurry up to the locker rooms and hope for a better evening than this afternoon.

-

The sky burns blue and you wipe the sweat off your brow once you step out of the changing room. Cooling off from your shower has gone to waste. Adjusting your school skirt, you take your usual strides to the school gates. 

Ryujin seems to be showing Yuna a very flamboyant dance move while the latter hypes her up. Ryujin is in her gym uniform because she has no care for her reputation apparently, but she makes it work. Yuna’s about to show her own move when she notices you and waves at you vigorously enough to make you jog towards her and stop embarrassing herself in front of the after school crowd. But then again, she’s too cute for that.

“We got bored waiting for you,” Yuna explains, voice hoarse from her cold. Poor thing wasn’t let into performing because of it. “Do you wanna see our cool new move? Ryujin came up with it!”

Ryujin rolls her eyes. “You’re trying to advertise me to (name) so she can recruit me into cheerleading, aren’t you?”

You smile and cross your arms, facing Yuna who’s been caught mid-act. She smiles sheepishly and pats your shoulder like she just said a funny joke.

“Actually…” You begin and Ryujin holds up her arms in a cross.

“No. Never. I’m already part of the hip-hop dance club.”

“I was going to say that I’ll join you instead.”

Yuna gasps in betrayal, big eyes widening, and Ryujin grins before sticking her tongue out and potentially ruining her image with that expression. She doesn’t care, however.

“Anyway, I can’t wait to get to college and join a dance club.” Ryujin looks at the two of you excitedly. “I keep getting snaps from Yeji and feel so jealous.”

Yuna pouts. “Don’t be so happy about leaving me.”

“Aw, is the baby afraid of not getting any more sisterly doting?” Ryujin teases and you laugh at the disgruntled expression on Yuna’s face. 

“Don’t worry,” Ryujin continues with a sly grin. “Taehyun’s here to keep you company for another year.”

Yuna turns red in the face, a high pitched complaint emitting from her throat. “I told you to keep quiet about that!”

“Oh, what’s this?” You wiggle your eyebrows. “We’re starting boy talk early today.”

Yuna huffs. “At least, mine’s just a crush. I don’t know what relationship status: complicated you have going on with Mr. Soccer Captain.”

You flush hotly. “There’s no relationship status to be complicated about! Seriously, why does everyone think we’re a thing?”

“You’re cheer captain and he’s soccer captain,” Ryujin answers logically. “Plus, you’re best friends.”

“You have a lot of sexual tension,” Yuna answers honestly.

You make a face, slipping your arms into theirs and pulling them along the sidewalk. You better get something to drink before the sky starts to turn purple from pink tinged blue. 

“Ooh, another desperate attempt from (name) to not get teased,” Ryujin leans back to whisper to Yuna.

You stop walking. “Wait. Where are we going?”

Yuna shakes her head. “I’ll lead the way.”

Skipping over the concrete sidewalk, you laugh at your friends and their stories (read: Ryujin gushing over Yeji’s college dance club and Yuna’s newfound crush on Taehyun). The blue sky has tinged orange by now but it’s the sort of colour that sits in between more significant timeframes, like night and evening. Passing by a city square, you eye the people with wonder. A girl in a pink skirt skateboards smoothly over the concrete, her boyfriend filming her with a loving smile. 

“We’re here!” Yuna announces.

You look around the large open plaza, with people of all ages and in different attires trying out skateboarding and rollerblading over the grey concrete. It’s been getting popular lately, with idol pop stars taking to it too but you never knew there was this big a community. There seems to be a few stalls renting out skateboards too. The wind caresses your hair, evening cool settling in nicely on your skin. The sky is purple but it’s lit up with the city buildings and street lamps flickering on. It’s not a bad day at all.

Someone catches your attention. A boy that sticks out like a sore thumb everywhere he goes. 

“Sungchan?!” 

Your eyes somehow always settle on his figure, tall and standing out in the crowd of teenagers. He clutches his blue bag, the one he’s had since third grade, close to his chest and looks more like a tourist in this place than a frequent visitor. He’s not the only one in school uniform now that you’re here.

“(name)!” 

You hate how you love the way his face lights up when he sees you. You’re not actually into him. It’s your friends brainwashing you.

“I was going to invite you,” Sungchan says, a sorry smile on his face. 

Ryujin and Yuna frown at each other but you can’t exactly ask the reason for it.

“Isn’t it great we had the same plans?” he beams at the three of you.

Yuna suppresses a smile and you wonder why. It’s not like your friends would know he’d be here—you’d know first as best friend.

"How did you guys come across this place?" He asks, eyes round with curiosity. 

"Somi's Tiktok," Yuna answers, smiling. "We thought she works here but if she really was, guys would be swarming this place."

Ryujin raises her eyebrows. "Speaking of which, I can clearly see why there are so many girls here."

Sungchan beams, turning to you for affirmation and when you don't give him any, he drops his grin to a more polite smile.

“I don’t work at the stalls though,” he answers. “I’ve just been here a few times.”

“You’re trying to learn, aren’t you?” Ryujin asks, raising an eyebrow.

He nods. However, you furrow your eyebrows at her. How does she know? Eyes widening, you realize it must be the school forum. You remember reading a post about a student wanting to learn skateboarding and the wording felt familiar but you didn’t think much. How they figured it out, you will never know.

“Oh! Oh, I think my nose is bleeding. Oh god.” Yuna sniffs vehemently, her finger at her nose. “I think I’m going to need Ryujin to get me to a clinic.” 

Linking her arm through Ryujin’s, Yuna makes an apologetic expression and runs off into a particularly crowded area.

You blink. The realization dawns. 

"They just left me," you tell him, exasperated. "How could they just leave me?"

He shrugs. "My team left me at a rival school's field once."

Great. Your last outing before midterms and your friends have abandoned you. If this is the case, you wonder why they complain about you spending so much time with Sungchan and allegedly ignoring them.

You regain a sense of your surroundings and turn to him. "Wait. They really left you?"

He nods diligently, eyes trained upwards as he tries to recall the memory. "I told you, didn’t I? On the plus side though, I made friends with the opposite team."

"That's so… cute."

Your cheeks heat up at saying it out loud. If Sungchan is affected by it in any way, he doesn't show it. Instead, he has his usual smile on. 

“Do you wanna try?” he asks. “Skateboarding. Or rollerblading but I personally don’t recommend that.”

He curls his lips, shaking his head slightly. You laugh. Of course this beanpole has trouble balancing on skates.

"I- I figured you'd be good at skateboarding. Since, you know, you're so balanced and all."

You raise an eyebrow. "You wanna add skateboarding to your resume or something?"

"Yeah, that and the ability to imitate dog sounds. Wanna see?"

"No, thanks. I’ll pray this weekend to cure your furry behaviour."

Before he can respond, you’re interrupted by a whirlwind of colours and excited calls. A few girls run up to the two of you, younger and probably in middle school, flocking to Sungchan like bees to honey. Never in your life have you felt so ignored as in this singular moment.

You blink, turning to Sungchan who looks like a rather helpless, flustered eye of the hurricane. The winds don't seem to be stopping any time soon.

You clear your throat trying to get their attention. 

"Wow, you brought your girlfriend?" One of the girls exclaims, sounding disappointed.

The other girls make similar whines of disappointment and you have half the heart to whack them over the head and tell them to focus on their academics instead of boys. 

"You're so lucky to have him as your boyfriend," a girl comments, round eyes brimming with jealousy. 

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you declare sharply.

Sungchan looks at you with his doe eyes, blinking cartoonishly. You nudge him with your elbow.

“Yeah!” He agrees, with far too much gusto to be believable. “I’m not (name)’s boyfriend. I have no idea why everyone keeps saying that.”

“Let’s go, babe,” you say, resisting the urge to stick your tongue out at the girls. They’re younger than you and you have high school dignity, you remind yourself.

Slipping your hand into his, you take a few long strides away from them before you realize what you said.

“I- I did- I didn’t mean to call you babe,” you sputter, pulling your hand from his to look at him with wide eyes. 

“It’s okay though?”

Sungchan raises an eyebrow and slips his hand back into yours, smiling. 

“I don’t mind the rumours, you know?” He says honestly but his smile feels all too teasing. “Maybe we should go out for real.”

You huff, separating yourself from him again. “Maybe you just love attention. Disgusting.”

You point an accusatory finger at him and he bites at it playfully.

“While you're here, wanna see a cool trick I learned?" He straightens only having to tilt his head to look at you.

"If it's you falling on your face, then yes."

"I mean, hey, I could totally do that. Done that several times actually."

You smile despite trying your hardest not to. You like this about him—that he’s easygoing enough to make you look at life less seriously. If it’s with him, you could quit everything that makes you unhappy and start everything you love. 

“So where is your skateboard?” you ask, walking side by side with him, who has finally learned to match your pace.

“It’s with one of my friends,” he answers, and points to a tall girl with long brown hair, wearing a pair of tomboyish shorts and T-shirt. Another girl with short hair and a bucket hat accompanies her, wearing a long hoodie and shorts, but she leaves before you reach them. They must be from a different school because you’ve never seen them before. The first thing that pops into your head is that they’d be good replacements for your cheerleading position if you were ever to leave. You shake your head. Now is not the time.

“That’s Jimin!” he introduces, and you wonder how he’s this way—how he makes friends so easily.

Jimin waves at Sungchan and then proceeds to ask if you’re his girlfriend with a big smile, like a script being followed everywhere you go.

She seems a little disappointed at the answer. “Well, I was going to suggest one of the couples skateboards.”

You flash her an awkward smile. 

“But those are pretty difficult! I’ve been here for a month and my idea of skateboarding is still sitting on it while Soeun pushes me around. That’s my friend, by the way.”

“Ah.” You nod. “This is my first time skateboarding, actually. The only ‘sport’ I’ve ever done is cheerleading.”

Jimin furrows her eyebrows before her eyes widen. “Wait a minute. You’re the cheerleader best friend that Sungchan wouldn’t shut up about!”

Sungchan flusters, in the subtle way he usually does, and waves his hands robotically trying to explain. “I was just saying- that- that you’d be good at skateboarding. Because of the cheerleading.”

A boxy grin accompanies his explanation. 

“Right.” Jimin covers her face and sends an obvious wink your way. “Anyway, you can have my skateboard for the day.”

She hands over a smooth black skateboard with white wheels, but on closer inspection you find that they’re light-up wheels instead. It’s oddly fitting for someone like Jimin even if you’ve known her the entirety of ten minutes. Sungchan is good at finding friends, rather. Soon enough, she runs off after making Sungchan promise he’ll deliver the skateboard home.

The trick Sungchan wanted to show you was a failed kickflip. At the very least, it made you laugh so hard you almost spit out the strawberry milk he’d bought you. Sipping his own banana milk, he sulked for a moment or two, telling you to try it out and see how difficult it is.

On the contrary, Sungchan was right. You are good at balancing on skateboards. But that’s where it ends. You don’t think you’ll be naturally good at kickflips, though being able to glide through the plaza while Sungchan runs after you with the drinks puts a big smile on your face. It’s the most fun you’ve had in a while.  

Accompanied by Sungchan’s panicked “oh no”s and “oh we messed up”s, the two of you try the couple skateboarding move too; no one’s watching you here. It’s fun to see him stress over a skateboard because frankly, you’ve never met anyone as easy-going as Sungchan. (“I’ll figure it out along the way,” he says when you ask if he’s studying for finals, and proceeds to get a decent enough score). Suddenly the wandering gap is closed again. You’re not going to worry about stupid rumours from now on. 

But for some reason, ‘you like him as a friend’ doesn’t sound right either. Despite having said it so many times, you might not believe in it. You shake off the thought. This evening, at least, you’re going to enjoy with Sungchan without thinking of teenage drama and hormones. 

"You still don't think you and Sungchan make the perfect pair?" Yuna pouts. 

You narrow your eyes. "I don't take opinions from traitors."

Chaeryoung leans back on her chair, and whispers to you asking if you’re okay. At least someone is concerned about you.

“It hurts to be left by my own friends but���”

“No, I meant, are you okay? Why aren’t you dating Sungchan already? You’re so cute together! And you’re best friends—Netflix writers literally daydream of this.”

You groan, throwing up your hands in defeat.

“And,” Yuna adds, knocking her chair closer. “Who’s really the traitor here? Us who ditched you with the love of your life—or you, who runs off every time she gets a call from her boyfriend?”

“Sungchan is not my boyfriend.” You cross your arms.

“She even shares her lunch with him more,” Ryujin complains from the side. “And they’re not even in the same class. Unlike me, by the way. Class 1 Shin Ryujin. Same class as you, (name).”

You slump, resting your forehead against the desk. At this point, you wish the teacher would walk in and start the class already. Unfortunately, lunch break isn’t over for another ten minutes and lady luck clearly isn’t smiling upon you. 

“Speak of the devil!” Ryujin announces monotonously, leaning against her desk.

Sungchan and a few of his friends from the soccer team wave at you and the girls from the classroom door. Noticing Taehyun, Yuna quickly fixes her hair and you would tease her if Sungchan hadn’t casually strolled up to your desk and sat down on the chair in front of you. Long legs barely contained in the space, he adjusts himself by resting his arm on the headrest and his chin upon it. It’s all normal. However, when he leans down to match your eye level, you hear the sudden pit-a-pat of your pulse in your ear. At this proximity, you can even see the mole on his lip that he’s pointed out before. The sunlight from the open windows is pulling golden strings over his eyelashes and his lips aren’t dry as a desert like you expected. You know he uses the watermelon flavoured lip balm. 

“Too close,” you croak. Embarrassed at your own voice, you rise sharply and glare at him.

“Is your heart fluttering?” Sungchan asks, smiling as he looks up at you.

You roll your eyes. 

You can hear Yuna’s giggling and before you can shoot her a glare, Sungchan calls. 

"Do you have any bandaids?" 

He points to a rough scratch at the base of his palm, fingers slender and less calloused than what you'd pictured. Then again, soccer players don't use their hands much, do they?

You blink. "You came all the way here for bandaids?"

"Well… I remembered you keep band-aids in your phone case. And the nurse hates me."

You giggle.

Yujin mouths from behind Sungchan, “He just wanted to see her.” 

You would feel flattered if you didn't know these people and their shenanigans. They'd do anything for some drama (and to get two innocent people into the dating trap).

“Why would I waste my cute band aids on you?” you mutter under your breath. “They’re limited edition, you know?”

No way are you sticking Ice Bear on your urban hazard of a best friend. A tall, cute, surprisingly polite hazard but he still annoys you nonetheless.

However, Sungchan's pleading smile has grown on you.

You reluctantly take the band-aid out of your clear phone case, the pink panda doll attached to it swaying with the movement. Proceeding, you take Sungchan's hand and lay it on your desk. With careful focus, you place the band-aid, admiring the size difference of your hands before snapping to reality.

Enough with the pink cloud of thoughts, you scold yourself.

When you look up, the proximity makes your heart skip a beat despite the logical part of you saying you shouldn't. Your faces are too close and this time, you don't even have the energy to croak it out.

"Thanks, (name)," Sungchan smiles at you. 

Right then, the sound of a chair sliding harshly against the floor makes the two of you jolt away from each other. All of your friends and his friends seem to be sporting Cheshire cat grins and you don't like it one bit. You don't like not being in on the gag.

"Anybody up for gaming after this? My treat." Chenle looks around. “Sungchan is banned from the arcade soccer game though.”

"'Ey," Sungchan complains.

"Hey, Jisung and Ryujin are banned from DDR too but that's because they almost broke the handles off last time."

The memory makes you smile. Sungchan was there too, and you don’t know why you’re only just recalling all the memories with him in it, carefully and in detail. Every one of them seems to have been amplified, the little interactions suddenly coming to mind. 

“(name)? You’re coming?”

You take one look at Sungchan and give up. Even if this is another childish ploy by your peers, you don't mind spending some more time at the arcade with infuriatingly addictive games. A tiny part of you is even willing to go along with them and see if it turns out the way they want it to.

“I’ll go,” you mumble, and the rest of the group cheers. 

“But I have cleaning duty today.”

The group groans. 

“Just get someone else to do it. Like a junior.”

“Isn’t that bullying?” You ask, frowning.

“Ask nicely. Anyone would be willing to do your bidding, (name).”

“Chenle, will you do it?” You give him a sickly sweet smile. “You’re class president after all.”

Chenle wrinkles his nose. “You’re getting stupider every day, (name).”

You sigh. “Fine. I’ll ask one of Yuna’s classmates then.”

“By the way,” Chenle announces. “Only twelfth graders are invited—”

A bunch of groans interrupt him. 

“Quit whining.” He crosses his arms, glaring at them. “What do you even have to worry about? We’re preparing for the exam of our lives. Oh, and Jisung is an exception.”

“We’re only two years apart,” Yuna mutters under her breath.

“Oh, and from class 5, only Sungchan is invited.”

Another round of complaints pass and Chenle breaks into laughter. “Just kidding.”

Your friends are and will always be an odd bunch. Sungchan has previously proved to be the weirdest (several times) and it makes him the most lovable too. But then again, you don’t have free space in your timetable to put in teenage crushes, much less falling for your best friend. What you do have time for this afternoon, however, is relaxing at the arcade. 

-

“Let’s go! I am so good at this. Think I’d impress your Steve Curry?” Ryujun gloats, after having scored three hoops in a row at the arcade basketball game.

“It’s Stephen Curry,” Chenle corrects. “And no, let’s focus here. Our goals are—”

He points to the two figures by the DDR machine, looking like a real couple. He’s been acting as damage control for the rumours and making sure you don’t drift apart because of it. They really don’t make guys like him anymore, Chenle sighs. He should get a friendship award or something.

“—those two.”

Really, Sungchan better be thanking him by the end of this. He’s never met anyone quite like Jung Sungchan, especially because Chenle cannot picture himself liking the same person since elementary school.

“Man, now I wish I had a girlfriend,” Chenle mutters.

Ryujin snorts. “Who’s going to date you?”

“You don’t have a boyfriend either,” Chenle reminds and gets a basketball to the shoulder.

“Why are you playing that when you don’t even know how to use it?” Your voice rings through to them.

“I said I’ll figure it out!” Sungchan reasons.

Chenle and Ryujin stare at the two of you blankly, as you bicker over a claw machine game and they share a look.

“Do they need our help?” Ryujin whispers.

Chenle shakes his head. “I think they’ll figure it out from here.”

Soon enough, you were laughing at Sungchan’s failed attempts and trying to outplay him. Your friends have already given you the shove. Chenle and Ryujin share a high five and that’s where the new story begins.

You finally know the thrill of a teenage crush. It makes you so damn infuriated that it had to be Jung Sungchan. 

Now every time he waves at you from the field or hands you a bottle of strawberry milk or explains the calc notes you missed or does the bare minimum, you need to deal with the quickening of your pulse and a few butterflies loose from their cage in your stomach. It doesn’t help that you’re almost always together.

The two of you currently sit by the school field, Sungchan tying his shoelaces while you cool off with the water bottle he offered you. Practice ended a while ago for you and the girls have receded into the air conditioned indoor gym. The indoor gym is apparently occupied by the gymnast club and you couldn’t be more disappointed that you didn’t join them instead. 

If anything, however, you’d rather leave this whole thing and focus on your academics. Hobbies shouldn’t be draining you—they should feel like skateboarding on a lilac evening with the wind in your hair.

With a friend you like very, very much.

“Sungchan,” you call quietly. 

“Hm?” 

When he looks up, you can’t hold in the urge to fix the hair out of his eyes. You’ve never been very physically affectionate so it might have come off strange. Sungchan looks at you quietly, stars in his eyes and you clear your throat.

“How long have you been playing soccer? It was before we met, right?”

He hums, eyes traveling up and then back to you when he remembers. “Since I was six. You were there at my first soccer match actually.”

“I was? Oh my god, was it the one you lost horribly and the whole team started crying?”

“Yes. Yes, it was.”

You giggle. “Six year old you would be so in awe now.”

Sungchan beams at that. 

“Who knows?” he smiles, looking into your eyes with firm determination. “Maybe I’ll be the next Son Heungmin.”

“Even I know who that is so… no.”

Sungchan pouts and you make a face in disgust. “Don’t act cute, it gives me hives.”

“Okay, maybe not Son Heungmin. I could definitely be the next Park Jisung—and I don’t mean him.”

Sungchan points to a boy passed out on the benches, his exhaustion typical of any high schooler while another boy sits beside him, fanning him with a bunch of assignment papers. Jisung and Chenle really are more entertaining than any game on this field. 

You turn to look at Sungchan, who’s moving his head around trying to catch their attention. When he finally does, he waves at them and gets big grins in response. He’s not all that bad, you think. In fact, he’s quite possibly the most amiable boy in senior year.

“Just be Jung Sungchan,” you mutter. “Not Son Heungmin or Park Jisung.”

Sungchan turns to you, smiling wide. “Advice taken.”

You scoff. “Whatever.”

Maybe it’s just you but Sungchan has been glancing at your lips very frequently today and mentally thank Chaeryoung for letting you borrow her lip tint. You didn’t know something so subtle could get you this giddy.

“Are you… going to give the CSAT?” You ask, glancing at him nervously. Part of you is sad you only developed your first high school crush in the very last semester. Or if it’s comforting, you could believe you’ve liked him all this time.

“Nah. Sports scholarship,” he says nonchalantly. “I was going to tell you but… I’ve been scouted already.”

You gasp. “That’s… great. Your future’s all settled.”

Sungchan seems to dislike the idea, lips pursing. “I don’t think anything’s settled except for the next step.”

You nod, somewhat understanding. 

“What about you?” He asks. “Any university in mind? SKY? I’ve seen you study extra hours at the library.”

You look away, not feeling ready for the conversation.

“I don’t know,” you say quietly. “I don’t know what I like and what I want. I don’t even like cheer anymore.”

Sungchan gazes at you wordlessly but it’s the most comfortable you’ve felt talking about this.

“Maybe I should quit,” you mumble.

You don’t want to commit to something you no longer have passion for. But then again, you’ve spent so much time on it that it’s hard to leave. 

“You should,” he responds, honest. 

You scoff, shaking yourself from that moment of vulnerability. “But why would I quit something I’m good at?”

“If you don’t like it. If it hurts to leave but isn’t any better when you stay, you should leave.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re quite the philosopher.”

“I’m smart, right?”

You smile. 

“Oy, you two!” Chenle calls, making his way to you two with Jisung trailing behind. “I don’t mean to interrupt your flirting but you got a spare water bottle?”

“Are you two going out now?” Jisung asks as a follow-up, and you feel a hot flush for some reason, unlike the previous times you’ve been asked this question.

“No,” you answer. You don’t mind the idea though now.

“Don’t lie,” Chenle complains. “I saw that picture of Sungchan teaching you how to kick a ball. You? And soccer? Something’s up.”

You throw up your hands in exasperation. “Seriously, who keeps up posting to the school page? And where do they get the time?”

"Two people with this much compatibility will always be a hot topic."

"We're not compatible," you retort quickly.

"Wait," Jisung says. "I know how to resolve this."

You raise an eyebrow.

"How do you have your cereal?" He asks, looking from you to Sungchan.

"Cereal first, obviously," you answer.

Sungchan looks up, finger below his chin as he thinks. "I drink the milk first, then eat the cereal and then breakdance to mix it all together."

You pinch your nose. "I swear I question your sanity all the time."

"Hah! That means you're thinking about me all the time."

You look away, rolling your eyes. He responds with an open-mouthed smile and finger guns.

"See?" Jisung grins. "Compatible."

The gruff voice of Coach Lee startles the four of you and Sungchan leaves with a sigh and a promise of meeting after practice. Jisung leaves with Sungchan and Chenle gives you one last teasing smirk before sitting down and going through the assignment papers he was using as a fan previously. You will never understand his miraculous ways of performing his presidential duties.

You don’t have a good feeling about the next match. The only reason you’re even sticking around anymore—as embarrassing as it—is to spend more time with Sungchan. Being with him puts you at ease, even if the school tries to wrap the two of you in a rope of uneasiness. This is your very last practice, for the next match is the final one of this year and then you’ll be back to spending even longer hours at the library with a stack of textbooks. It’s supposed to be a carefree age. At least, adults say that. Your high school life seems to be riddled with worries, and with that thought, you head into the air conditioned room to take a breather off your anxieties. 

Only one more match, you remind yourself. 

The pre-match buzz is driving you to the edge.

Your form is off, you can feel it already and Coach Kim isn’t as sunshine-as-rainbows as she usually is, courtesy to it being the last match of your life. She’ll never know though, how much you don’t want to do this. 

Sungchan waves at you as he usually does before a match, disappointing a third of his fangirls, but it helps you ease. One last time, (name).

Watching the crowd of people, parents and siblings and friends, all excited and talking makes you take a deep breath. You practiced but it wasn’t good enough. You can never do well at something you don’t like anymore. This time, you feel guilty for committing to things half-heartedly. You want to start that fresh new college chapter already, with all of this behind.

There’s ten minutes left. You go back to the empty hall outside the lockers only to pace. This isn’t helping.

“(name)!”

You turn around abruptly to find Sungchan’s tall figure, and you must be looking miserable because his smile falls.

He doesn’t even ask what’s wrong, only takes careful steps towards you. “Do you need water? Medicine?”

His hands hover over your shoulder but he doesn’t burden you with them. You put your face in your palms and sigh, sinking down to the floor in a crouch.

“I want to quit,” you whisper. Your voice comes off more brittle than you’d like, and you realize that Sungchan hasn’t seen you cry since seventh grade when you failed a math test. You didn’t tell him then but you appreciated him studying extra hours for math just to teach you.

“You don’t have to go out there if you don’t want to,” he says quietly, dropping to the floor beside you. “I’ll stay with you.”

You stare at him dumbfounded. “Don’t be ridiculous! They’ll lose without you—you’re the ace, Sungchan!”

“There will always be an ace,” he retorts. “Maybe Jisung will finally get to shine. Or anyone else. I don’t mind spending an hour with you alone.”

You feel a hot flush spread over your cheeks. Looking away to the side, you mumble an ‘alright’ and only glance from the corner of your eye to see him smiling. Jung Sungchan is the most unreasonable boy you’ve ever met. Perhaps it makes him somewhat loveable too.

“It’s your last match,” you whisper helplessly.

“I’ll join the college soccer club and get to play more matches.”

You sigh, giving in. If he’s so adamant, you think that perhaps there is something in you worth sacrificing his game over. It makes an oddly warm feeling bloom in your chest. Sungchan is so damn convincing with his words. You wonder if it’s really okay.

With shoulders touching, an awkward silence takes over in the next second. You turn to him and open your mouth, watch him do the same and close it at the same time he does.

“You know,” he begins, “I was kind of lying about not worrying because I get the feeling coach will evaporate me tomorrow but—I can handle it. Mostly.”

You stare at him with wide, worried eyes. “You don’t have to do this, Sungchan. I’m the one running away.”

You slouch, pulling your knees closer to your chest and burying your face in them. The urge to scream is boiling within you but you can’t get caught. Not now.

“Sometimes to run is the brave thing,” he responds, insightful. “If you’re not up for it, it’s better to quit early than to regret it in the long run.”

You don’t know if it’s the fact that he just quoted Taylor Swift or spoke like your old school counselor—but you find yourself laughing. He makes sense. Sungchan, in his weird, oddball ways, always makes sense. And in that same way, he feels like home.

“You’re so good to me,” you say, looking up at him and at a proximity you’ve never been before.

It’s his turn to fluster, though he doesn’t do so as visibly as you do. He clears his throat, shifting his eyes around before meeting yours. “I- This is bad timing but… I like you. I really do. Since third grade when you drew that birthday card for me. I have it in my bedside drawer, by the way.”

He looks away and makes a face, probably wondering why he said that out loud.

You press your lips tight to prevent the smile that tugs at them. He looks at you with a wobbly smile, trying his hardest to resume his usual dignity—but he’s just a boy, after all. 

“My type is dumb and pretty, though?” You tease, the smile escaping. “You said it yourself.”

He blinks. “Well, I am pretty but if you want me to be stu—”

You shake your head. “I like you too. You don’t have to act cute.”

He pauses, thinking. “I have never acted cute in my life ever. I was born cu—”

You hold his face between your thumb and forefinger. “You do that again and you die.”

He breaks into a smile. 

“I’ve never met someone quite like you,” you whisper, embarrassed of your own feelings bubbling up from the bottle you had kept them in.

He laughs, open-mouthed and pretty. 

“Actually, hey, I didn’t like you all this time from fifth. I liked you and then I didn’t like you and then I liked you again—”

“Okay, I get it.”

His shoulders relax and he smiles at you. You look up at the clock on the wall by the entrance to the field and bite your lip. You don’t love performing anymore but you know all the girls do, even the stand-bys. Jisung might not have to take over Sungchan’s position but you bet one of those tenth graders would love to take yours, the same way you did back then. They’ve practiced harder than you too and it’s only a matter of deserving.

You take a deep breath and get up, pulling up Sungchan by the hand. He raises an eyebrow, inquisitive eyes scanning over your face and you smile at him, strengthening your resolve. You should have done this way sooner.

-

Sungchan plays. You don’t let him sit it out with you. 

Halfway through, you cheer the hardest you ever have, plastic decorative gemstones stuck by your eyes borrowed from the other girls cheering. It’s much more fun, you think. You’ve never experienced soccer like this. You’d love to sit at stadiums and join in victory chants. There’s enough weight off your chest to yell your lungs out.

Sungchan scores a goal almost immediately after and sends a thumbs up over to you. You laugh. This is the best break you’ve ever taken from cheerleading. 

“Ooh, is this perhaps the (name) effect?” Chenle’s voice rings through the speakers and you feel yourself shrink slightly under the eyes. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see your homeroom teacher signal very angrily to the commentator box. You shake yourself off it. So what if everyone’s looking?

Sungchan places his hands on his hips, chest heaving and sends another signal to you before beelining for a straight goal. You whoop and the girl with a notebook beside you is visibly annoyed at this point but you don’t care. 

Without doubt, your school wins and you watch as Sungchan runs to his team, a big smile on his face. The second he’s done getting pet by the team, however, he rushes to the bleachers, skipping over the steps to you, panting when he stops. The risk he took was definitely not calculated. He holds up one finger while he heaves.

“My cheering worked best this time, it seems,” you say to him, laughing.

His face is flushed from the exertion but he laughs heartily. “You could be yelling profanity at me and it’d still encourage me.”

You shake your head at the cheesy line. He takes a step forward, well inside your space but you don’t mind. He leans in.

“Everyone is looking at us,” he says under his breath. “Is that a good or a bad thing?”

You look behind him to find the whole team, along with your girls sharing furtive glances and giggling at the sight of the two of you. A few of the junior girls slap each other’s arms, bouncing on the balls of their feet in excitement. You’re not a celebrity. But everyone wants to cheer things on once in a while, don’t they?

“Good,” you answer, before pulling him by the shirt into a chaste kiss. When you pull apart, Sungchan’s face is so struck with awe that you want to look away but instead you bite back an obvious smile. It’s about damn time, someone from the soccer team yells.

“Woah. I think I scored a goal either way,” he says, an offbeat smile on his face.

“Oh come on, we didn’t even get to chant ‘Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!’ yet—oh shit, the mic’s on.”

Chenle is definitely getting an earful from your teacher after this. The two of you wave at him at the box and end up laughing at him trying to hide behind the desk. 

As expected, the whole crowd surrounds the two of you in less than a minute’s worth of time, with several congratulations and “good score” offered to the two of you. The boys mess up Sungchan’s hair while the girls compliment you on how cute a couple you are. There’s also the question of when you started dating that pauses the buzz and makes everyone look to the two of you for an answer. Sungchan turns to you and you turn to him, and there’s no way you’ll tell half the school that your confession came in a private hallway outside the field—teenage imaginations run wild. 

Instead, you slip your hand into Sungchan’s and run down the bleachers and towards the exit, laughter spilling from your lips. There’s only one place you can think of going to spend a cool blue late afternoon with.

“Skate plaza?” He asks.

“Skate plaza,” you answer.

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chris evans recs

these are more for me then anyone else but here are my fav chris evans (and co.) fics, blurbs, headcanons, etc.

feel free to message or comment with suggestions that i should read and make sure to check out these writers other works because they are all amazing <3

Chris Evans

butterflies - @chanelfaerie

chris has got butterflies for you—do you feel the same?

pop the questions - @angelkurenai

you are costars and in a relationship with Chris and while on the set of ‘Gifted’, you are very clingy. when Chris sees you interact with your youngest costar, he realizes you would make a great mother

white - @agentofbarnes

chris can’t seem to function while seeing you in a white dress

ask me properly - @twittytelly

while spending time with his family, chris realizes that it's the perfect time to put his 'plan' into action

red carpet w/ chris - @avenging-fandoms

your chris’s costar with Chris and you’re both tipsy in a red carpet interview and giggling together, making no sense but just being all happy and sparking dating rumours

happy goddamn new year - @fluffymisha97

the morning after your new year with the evans’ which doesn’t go all that smooth

sweet creature - @buckyhoney

domestic shit

ass man headcanon - @agentofbarnes

chris evans sure does love ass

and then he came along - @teebarnes

you haven't had the best record when it comes to relationships, you thought you couldn't be loved. until one day as you sat on the beach shivering, everything changed when chris came along

granola bar and lots of love - @planetofawe

with the kids away, you and chris have more than enough time to practice some aftercare (smut)

claim - @cloudystevie

your husband puts a baby in you (smut)

beer gut - @violetlilysunshine

chris gets self conscious after gaining a little bit of weight and not working out as hard as he used to during his Marvel days (smut)

dumb - @agentofbarnes

chris evans makes you dumb and you are a little touchstarved (smut)

red, white, blue’s in the sky, summer’s in the air, baby heaven’s in your eyes - @cloudystevie

sunday’s are for football games and attention (smut)

the big 4-0 - @rocketrhap3000

chris being insecure for his 40th bday but reader makes sure he knows just how much she loves him (smut)

my girl - @punani

chris loves calling you his girl (smut)

the fluffer (masterlist) - @punani

it’s the 70′s and the erotic videos industry is experiencing another boom after the risen popularity in the previous decade. the studio’s are hot, gemini flanagan is a brand, and you’re a newly hired assistant at shaggin’ studios. chris takes a liking to you, altering your job description so that you get to work more closely with him. is this all just physical, or is there something more? (smut)

wedding shenanigans - @flowerbouquet

in which you and chris have a sneaky fuck in the bathroom during your best friends wedding (smut)

grocery run - @bucksfucks

innocently wearing chris’ shirt leads to you finding out just how much he can’t resist you (smut)

chain - @bucksfucks

chris tells you to bite down on his chain (smut)

home late (part 2) - @violetlilysunshine

smuttttttt

severance - @punani

the divorce process with chris is messy, seemingly never ending, and ultimately: heartbreaking. you had to be strong for your son, yourself, and eventually you wanted someone else to be strong for you, so, it seemed only natural that you would venture into the arms of another. however, sometimes the line between something officially ending or simply taking a break blurs when you’ve known someone for longer than you can remember (smut/baby fever/ex!reader)

so beautiful to me - @uprootbasic

despite being broken up and coparenting, chris still want to show you how much he loves you (smut/baby fever)

sundress season - @jurassicbarnes

in which all it takes is a pretty little dress to break his resolve (ex!reader/smut/baby fever)

mwah - @iguessweallcrazyithinktho

ur little bubba is obsessed with kissys and keeps leaning in to kiss you (baby fever)

long hair lover - @iguessweallcrazyithinktho

chris comes back from filming red sea diving resort and his baby daughter is crazy in love with his long hair (baby fever)

slobbery kisses - @iguessweallcrazyithinktho 

chris wakes up to sloppy kisses by his baby (baby fever)

baby rose - @fluffymisha97

reader and chris had a little baby girl. but not everything is going that well, you're both trying to navigate life as new parents (baby fever)

eve - @kiwisomething

you drop your son off with his father and he invites you in (baby fever/ex!chris)

parenting is hard blurb - @lokiscu

chris and the reader have just had a baby and the lack of sleep mixed with lack of physical affection and time they have with one another gets to both of them and they end up fighting because of the stress (baby fever)

isla - @uprootbasic

the reader is a famous singer and always sings to her little girl. one night, chris and the reader decides to have this little jamming session with their baby. chris plays the piano while the reader sings I wanna hold your hand by the Beatles (baby fever)

the neighbours lights - @lokiscu

it’s your first Christmas with a baby (baby fever)

paparazzi - @ozarkthedog

chris evans and reader are both famous and one day they are out with their daughter when paparazzi start to follow them (baby fever)

thunder - @worksby-d

your daughter is scared of the thunder (baby fever)

she’s the one - @worksby-d

chris x singlemom!reader masterlist (baby fever)

protective stepdad chris x single!reader - @worksby-d

masterlist (baby fever)

truth be told - @kthynes

chris finds out he has a 6 month old baby because his partner didn’t have the chance to tell him that she is pregnant because they broke up (angsty??/baby fever)

not her - @agentofbarnes

chris wants a family and you just aren’t ready yet, but that doesn’t mean he wants you any less (angsty?)

the love we have - @kthynes

the reader is chris's ex wife and she's about to be married again to a guy she doesn't really love. so in the night of her bachelorette party she's really drunk and she ended up going to his apartment and tell him that she still loves him and that she wants to hate him because he was the one who file for divorce but she can't, then she leaves. on the day of the ceremony their 10 year old kid tells Chris that he should go after her before is too late (angsty??)

Frank Adler

i ruined our sweet tune - @rodrikstark

the last person you’d expect to see in florida is the hot professor from your undergrad philosophy class 

buttons - @rodrikstark

buttoning franks shirt headcanon 

waffles - @amylillian22

the morning after their usual saturday date night, y/n runs into mary unexpectedly. frank wakes up to find them making waffles

remember - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

frank wakes you up at the ungodly hour of 3:30 am and will not even tell you why

breeding kink - @stargazingfangirl18

as the hot single dad everyone wants to get with, frank turns a few heads at back to school night, and well, you may get a little possessive (smut) 

magic demeanor - @bloodiedskirtts

after moving back to Florida in the middle of a heat wave, things seem to be getting worse and worse. the only thing to make her days any better is her neighbour, Frank. with neither of them willing to admit that they can’t get enough of each other, a pesky shower malfunction may be the only way for them to tell each other how they feel (smut)  

Ransom Drysdale

2:27 am - @cloudystevie

it’s 2:27 in the morning when ransom shows up at your doorstep, and he wishes he could tell you why 

cold (third part of his return) - @kiwisomething

hugh is cold sleeping on the couch by himself 

new man - @worksby-d

ransom loves to pretend he’s not whipped for you, but here he is letting you do your skin care routine on him

morning dew - @agentofbarnes

it was only supposed to be one night, but ransom can’t seem to get you out of his head (smut) 

Andy Barber

the proposal - @fairyevans

andy takes the reader on a gorgeous vacation but everything goes wrong except the proposal 

consequences - @stargazingfangirl18

life after your breakup with ransom (smut)

yes, mrs barber - @jurassicbarnes

in which you’re down on your knees, about to suck his dick within an inch of his life because it was the only way to shut him up (smut) 

[totiredtowrite]

Wolf In Sheeps Clothing

Warnings - Cursing because angry boy, reader being a cold mf, reader's clothes are described (but kind of vaguely so dw)

Note: I feel like I can hear the gif for some reason :D? Kind of self indulgent so reader is shorter than kyotani. Poor mad dog, always being put in his place by pretty boys. I'll have you know that I consult the wiki everytime I write something for character details by the way. (bragging shamelessly). Reader is also a second year and the student council president because this is fiction and I'm not sure if you have to be a third year hehe

this turned out longer than I thought it would, really popped off with this one

Male Reader

Kyotani Kentarou has a new enemy.

Whether or not you knew he though of you as an enemy didn't matter to him.

Suprisingly, it doesn't happen as often as some might think. His awful attitude and uncooperative nature ensures that he makes more enemies than friends, but most people are too afraid to approach him in order to become one of the two.

His new enemy?

You. (L/n) (y/n), Student Council President.

Kyotani never really though much of you. Not when you campaigned for the spot, (despite being in the second year), and not when you got the position. He's seen you, sure, you made that whole speech when you got the part and you oversaw detention sometimes.

Kyotani, (surprisingly), didn't get detention much. On the one time you oversaw the detention class when he was supposed to be there, he decided not to go.

So, overall, he hardly saw you at all. You were nothing but a passing thought in his mind when he heard people talking about you. He never expected to talk to you, much less consider you his worst enemy.

~~~

It really was a normal day for Kyotani. He woke up, took a shower, ate on his way to school, and slipped into class with his usual "fuck with me and you die" look on.

Practice was cancelled that day as the coach was out sick, so he didn't really have anything to do. Everything was all normal for him, right up until the end of the day. Kyotani was stalking through the hallways, the other second years moving out of his way and giving hushed whispers to their friends as they got ready to leave.

He was used to that, and even liked the feeling it gave him, knowing that these people were actually afraid of him. He was close to his locker when it happened.

He ran right into you, almost knocking you back. He glowered down at you, an angry spark in his eye that would have any other student running far away. You however, just stepped back to be clear of his general bubble, and looked up at him with a frown.

Truth be told, he had never really seen you up close. True he'd overheard some of his classmates talking about how 'intimidating' and 'handsome' you were, but Kentarou didn't expect to actually feel it coming off of you. He didn't expect to point out how attractive you were right off the bat.

The hard glisten in your eye faded as you scanned his face. You know this guy. Your expression changed from 'stone cold dictator' to 'unbothered student council president.'

Somehow feeling the tension, most of the students cleared out before either of you said a word.

"Kyotani Kentarou," you said, "Number 16 on our schools volleyball team. Infamous for your out of control aggression and prowess in your sport." You smirked at him quickly, straightening your blazer and standing up straight.

"The hell," he lifted his head to look down his nose at you, "why do you know me?"

You shrug. "I keep tabs on all the students I think are troublesome. Or interesting." He watched as you casually turned to your bag and pulled out a large binder. "You're on the first page, marked in red." you had a somewhat mocking tone in your voice, that coy smirk returning.

Kyotani growled, the noise sounding surprisingly like an animal. You were much more cocky up close. Cocky and aggravating. He moved closer to you so that your chests were almost touching while you put the binder away, and looked straight down at your face. "I can be much more troublesome," he said lowly.

You barked out a laugh. "Careful there Mad Dog." You advanced, causing Kyotani to step back. "Or I might just think you're threatening me," you continued to move forward. Kyotani took more steps back. The only way he could describe the feeling was like he was being herded like a sheep.

Another animalistic growl left his throat when his back hit the lockers. By now everyone had left, leaving just the two of you. "You aren't leaving a very good first impression on your president," you say dangerously, almost mocking your own title.

"Why do I need to leave a good impression on you," he muttered out. You didn't say anything and instead lifted your arm above his shoulder to slam it by his head. He recognized this feeling. Yet somehow, it felt all different.

Not once had the rumors spoken about the affect you had on people. You scanned his face again, those intimidating (e/c) eyes holding him steady in place. His breath hitched in his throat softly when you pulled your hand back to straighten his tie. "You don't," you said referring to his earlier question, eyes focused on his tie. "And you haven't."

You pulled away from him and stepped back, patting him on the shoulder before turning on your heel to head towards the doors. You turned your head just as you were about to leave, the blue grey light from the cloudy sky making you seem more threatening. "Take care, Mad Dog." You left the school building, leaving Kentarou breathing heavily and on guard at the lockers.

~~~

He really didn't expect that from you.

He had had a similar feeling, when Yahaba threw him into a wall and scolded him during the spring preliminary game against Karasuno. Similar, but not quite the same. It felt like you had him trapped. He still had your words replaying on repeat in his mind.

Those rumors he heard about you didn't do you any justice. He never heard anything about how easily you could make people feel... things. For once, he felt like he was the one being hunted. And oh boy did he not like that. All those times he'd seen you, he thought you looked like a regular goody two shoes who would report even the smallest wrongdoing to the teachers. He didn't expect a calculated, threatening boy who had a binder of 'troublemakers' and a heavy presence.

He didn't sleep more than 2 hours that night.

Maybe it was your eyes that were etched into his mind. Maybe it was your smooth voice, that look that made it seem like there was so much more under your surface.

So naturally he came to the conclusion that you were his rival.

He managed to avoid you all till the end of the week, Sunday rolling around like a saving grace. He didn't see you once for the rest of the week, but it still felt like you were watching him with those calculated eyes of yours. His shoulder still felt all weird and tingly from where you had touched him.

The weekend felt like an asylum to him, a feeling of safety and control returning to him when his older sister sent him out to go pick up some things from the store.

Kyotani had decided to cut through the park on his way back, but now he was quickly regretting his decision. It's not like he was afraid of you, he just thought that avoiding you would be the best option.

The last place he expected you to be was sitting in the park, staring out at the little man-made pond with a few birds at your feet. You had an overcoat on to compensate for the slightly chilly weather, a sweater visible underneath it. Your shoes were tapping the ground rhythmically.

You looked much less intimidating out of uniform. You had a neutral, content look on your face, cheek squished against your palm with your elbow resting on your knee. It was almost cute, he thought, if that was the right word for it.

"Are you just going to stand there forever," you turned your face towards him and regarded him with lidded eyes. "You can sit down you know."

He jumped, standing still for a second before slowly moving towards you. His guard up like a wall as memories of your last interaction replayed through his mind. His breath quickened ever so slightly, and his ears turned pink.

He slid into place on the bench next to you. You turned towards him again and smiled. He went bright red.

It was an actual smile. Not that cocky smirk, but a soft clad cute smile. You focused your attention back on to the pond.

"You live around here," Kyotani inquired gruffly.

You nodded. "I don't go out much. Usually cooped up in my room working on god knows what." You leaned back, draping your arms gracefully across the back of the bench. "Sorry about our little encounter, by the way. I must have come off way scary, right?" You gave him that soft smile again.

He looked away and hid his cheeks with his hand. "Like I'd be afraid of you," he muttered.

You hummed softly. A thought struck him. He regained his composure before speaking again. "You must have known that I live around here, right?"

You nodded wordlessly. "It was in your file."

Kyotani decided not to comment on how creepy that was, and instead muttered out a small "oh."

Neither of you said a word for a few moments.

"We really got off on the wrong foot, huh?" You turned your whole body towards him, watching his movements like a cat.

He just grunted.

You laughed a little bit, and extended your hand. "Why don't we start over. I'm (l/n) (y/n)."

Kyotani eyed your hand suspiciously before taking it. The tingly feeling returned, but this time it felt stronger as both your hands were bare. Your slightly smaller hand gripped his firmly, the slight size difference making Kyotani blush a bit.

You really weren't what he thought, were you? Even so, you were still his enemy. His cute, scary, calculated, calm enemy.

He doesn't even know what hit him.

[luckyasfuck]

could’ve been with me instead of what’s her fucking name

pairing // dilf!katsuki x fem!reader, dilf!katsuki x his wife

warnings/themes // NSFW, dilf!katsuki, soft dom!katsuki, he’s still very mean tho :(, sub!reader, babysitter!reader, READER IS SMALLER THAN KATSUKI IN THIS FIC (by height), infidelity, size kink, praise, fingering (f!recieving), nipple play, bulging, slight mentions of infantilization, hints of hard dom!katsuki at the end

word count // 1.6k

requested by // anon

a/n // anon never said katsuki can’t be mean as fuck

sequel

it was dark. and pro-hero dynamight’s tongue was shoved down your throat. how you ended up in this position, you don’t know. the remaining thoughts you had became hazy as katsuki’s hand slithered up your shirt to cup your boob. he was supposed to be on a mission today and you convinced him you’ll take care of his twins for him since his wife had a late-night shift in the hospital. 

it’s been about 2 years since you became the pro-heroes sidekick. sometimes he’d stare at you with half-lidded vermillion eyes filled with lust, and you’d do the same. but none of you bothered to bring it up: the way you two eyed each other. katsuki fucked his hand one too many times every time he saw you wearing a skirt, and he’s pretty sure you’ve bent down one too many times as well to give him a peak of your lace panties. 

so it wasn’t shocking when instantly takes off his gauntlets when his wife walked out the door and got in her car. the couch you sat on was soft, the television’s volume was low, but you could still hear it. a pair of hands are suddenly placed on either side of you and you flinched slightly, head turning around by reflex. katsuki’s sculpted body and muscles towered over you, his face centimeters away from your with a proud smirk etched onto his handsome features. 

next thing you knew, he was between your legs, his body keeping them apart. he fans his hot breath over your face before diving in to give your tongue another taste of his mouth. he grinds his hard-on against your panties, the skirt you wore practically ripped off with your consent. the rough material of his hero costume rubs against your clit and you whimper, gripping his messy ash blonde hair. two of his meaty fingers grip your panties, pulling them aside and flicking them through your wet folds as you sucked on his tongue sloppily.

in a second, you wrap your arms around him and he lifts you up, trying his best not to break the heated kiss. guilt swarmed in your stomach, or was it really guilt? maybe butterflies? there’s no time to figure it out, katsuki opens the master bedroom door and lays you down on the bed, pulling away to take your shirt and panties off. your bra is lifted up and unclipped, your nipples being toyed with by the pro-heroes mouth. his gaze on you is intense as he sucked on your right tit while playing the other one in between his fingers. 

an unoccupied hand goes to rub your clit, his pointer and ring finger spreading your pussy lips apart to push his middle finger in. throwing your head back, your hole flutter around his digit. his kisses go from your boob to your jaw, leaving a hot trail behind them. lips encaging yours again, katsuki moves his fingers at a fast pace making you throb. slowly, he adds another finger, scissoring them inside you as he tries to stretch your hole out so it can fit him. 

“you’re so tiny, taking my fingers so well. let’s hope you can take my cock just as good, hm?” katsuki hummed almost affectionately against your lips, picking up the pace of his fingers. “s-sir,” you choked out. “gonna cu-”

“call me katsuki.” his thumb rubs quick and sloppy circles on your clit and you come undone beneath him, cumming all over his fingers. a sigh leaves his lips and he pulls his digits out, licking them clean. “mhm, tastier than my wife.” a dark chuckle erupts from his throat as he went to kiss you, “you probably wouldn’t know, but i can assure you you’re much tastier.” the praise makes you whimper, your clit throbbing hard as he took off his hero costume before you.

the sight of his toned muscles makes you drool, but the large tent in his boxers makes you gulp. with a swift movement, his underwear is off and his cock springs free, slapping his stomach. “that... that’s not gonna fit.” the size and girth intimidated you. nonetheless, your legs stayed spread out for him, practically begging him to shove his cock inside you without warning. “we’ll never know if we don’t try.” katsuki comments, getting back on top of you and using his pink tip leaking with pre-cum to tease your clit and poke your entrance. “do you want it, honey?”

calloused fingers run lovingly down your cheek as he stared at you, waiting patiently for your answer. with a small nod from you, he pushes his tip inside. you grip his shoulders and he cradles you in his arms, slowly pushing his cock further. the stretched burned and you throw your head back, letting out a small whimper of pain. the cock inside you stop moving for a moment, katsuki trailing kisses up and down your neck. “just a little more, baby.” he said, rubbing your waist in an attempt to calm your tense body down. breathing quickening, he pushes the last inch inside you, gazing at you to find any hints of discomfort. 

your head was lolled back, mouth open and saliva drooling down the side in pleasure. instinctively, you grind your hips against him, silently asking him to move. and so he does, slowly rocking his hips with yours, cock reaching the deepest depths of your pussy. a hand is placed at the bottom of your stomach and you look over, seeing katsuki admiring the bulge that was forming around that spot. “this pretty pussy, just look at her. swallowing my cock down like a good girl even though she can barely fit it, hm?” 

“faster.” you panted out, and this sparks something in katsuki, hips grinding against you gradually going faster until he was pounding into you. the grip you have on his shoulders tighten as you clench around his sporadically, savoring in his grunts and occasional moans. a particularly loud moan erupts from your throat when he changes angles, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. “shh now, honey. the twins might wake up and complain, they wouldn’t want to see their daddy cheating on mommy with the pretty and young babysitter, now would they?” katsuki spat out, grabbing your jaw and pulling you in for a kiss, swallowing in every whine and moan that escapes your lips.

his heavy balls slap against your ass, his unshaved stubble grinding against your clit oh-so-nicely. a hand is placed on your boob to feel it jiggle up and down harshly due to his hard and fast thrusts, the skin slapping and muffled moans prominently bouncing off the walls. in a second, you cum without warning. it just felt so good. it wasn’t right but it felt so. fucking. good. 

katsuki’s thrusts grow a little faster but more sloppier as he was near to cumming. he hides his face in your neck, moans uncontrollable. with one last hard thrust up your cunt, he paints your walls white with his cum. the room goes silent, soft panting filling it instead. the ash blonde buries his face in between your boobs, giving either of them a kiss before taking his cock out and lying beside you.

“i’ll stay here until you fall asleep,” katsuki promises, placing you on the guest room bed after he showered with you and got you a change of clothes from the bag you brought with you. he tucks you in as if you were his child, giving you a kiss on the forehead before sending you to sleep.

[ timeskip ]

you couldn’t walk. it was the first thing you tried when you woke up, and you miserably failed. laughter boomed in the kitchen, but you didn’t bother. mrs. bakugou has gone back from her shift and is probably making breakfast. once you learned how to walk correctly again, you texted katsuki a good morning and the news about you not being able to walk. “come down for breakfast, hurry.” was all he replied.

with slightly wobbly legs, you walks downstairs and into the kitchen. the sight of mrs. bakugou perched up on the counter, nightdress hoisted up slightly with katsuki’s hand in between her thighs as they laughed together fumed you. “stop, she’s gonna see.” mrs. bakugou giggled, trying to push her husband away. “i don’t care.” he smirked.

oh so now he doesn’t care? okay then.

“excuse me? uh, sorry.” a nervous and awkward chuckle escapes your lips, waving to the married couple. mrs. bakugou is quick to push the blonde away from her, shoving his hand that was in between her legs away. “i’m so sorry, honey.” the older woman apologized to you, “um, would you like to stay for breakfast? oh wait, i’ll just get your pay.” she offered before quickly rushing upstairs to the bedroom. same bedroom her husband railed you in, and she doesn’t even know.

ignoring katsuki’s hard gaze on you, you sat down on the same couch you sat on last night, fixing your things. “eh? not giving me any attention now?” he approached you, showing up beside you unexpectedly. “what we did was a mistake mr. bakugou, i’m ju-”

“i told you to call me katsuki. you’re jealous, aren’t you?” the blonde smirked, lips growing closer to yours with every word until it fanned his hot breath on yours. you turn your head, “that’s absurd.” you let out a disappointed sigh that turns into a loud gasp when a harsh grip on your jaw forces you to look at him.

“if you want me to fucking destroy your little pussy in front of her, then you better start fucking begging before she comes back.”