#the pink hue and the shaky shot

[buildoblivion]

you know those posts that are like ‘what topic could you make a 5 hour video essay on lol’? yeah that’s me with the caves of androzani part three cliffhanger

[keikikait]

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ (ʀᴀꜰᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇʀᴏɴ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

this is part two. for part one, click here!

pairing: rafe cameron x f!reader, (not au, both are early to mid 20's)

word count: 4.6k

summary: you wait up for rafe after he leaves you for sofia

warnings: ANGST/THEMES OF DEPRESSION. please only read if you're comfortable!, reader literally sits on her couch for 2 days, forced undressing (not sexually), no smut but they shower together, rafe is trying to be good i promise, i haven't finished s4 so if i get shit wrong about his house i'm sorry, not proofread

a note: ik i just posted part 1 yesterday but like. i had to keep cooking. let me know if you want a part three! also, i think this is my longest fic to date...

please reblog and like, it means a lot! let me know what you think!

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You wait for him all day. Like the good girl he expects you to be.

You shower and pamper yourself, trying to take the edge off, but it’s all for naught. You were going to be an anxious, stressed mess until you heard those three knocks. You sit, fully dressed in a simple crop top and miniskirt, watching TV. You don’t dare move from this spot, just in case he decides to come home to you early.

The clock strikes one, and the waiting is too much for you. You're anxious, stressed, nervous; everything that you didn't want to be. The waiting feels like hours but also like seconds, the seconds ticking away painfully slow and too fast, the minutes and hours passing without your realization or intention.

You watch the TV with unseeing eyes, still sitting on the couch, fully dressed. And then it strikes two. And all you can do is wait some more. You don’t know how long you’ve been sitting there. You’ve already made it through a season of the show you were watching, mindlessly staring at the screen.

Sitting. 

Waiting.

The sun starts to set, orange and pink hues streaking across your living room. You don’t move from your spot, starting to grow even more anxious. The tag on your shirt is starting to irritate you, but you don’t dare to move. You didn’t want to miss him, didn’t want to miss the knocks from your bedroom. 

The sun completely sets, the only source of light coming from your TV. It’s just a few minutes after 6:00pm, but the room feels dark, so much darker than any other night before. Your phone vibrates, dancing across the coffee table, but it isn’t Rafe, so you don’t answer it, not wanting to miss the three knocks. Your patience grows thin, and each second feels like an eternity. Waiting is never a pleasant thing. Waiting for him is even worse.

6 PM turns into 9 PM, and suddenly it’s midnight. Rafe never came home.

You continue to stay up, pinching your arm occasionally to wake you back up. You didn’t want to miss him. You had a habit of being a heavy sleeper and sleeping in, and you knew that you would miss the knocks. 

You grab your phone, scrolling through Sofia’s Instagram with shaky hands. There was no point in checking Rafe’s, he barely posted. The little pink ring swims around Sofia’s profile picture, and you click on her story.

The first story is from 12 hours ago, showing a plate from a fancy brunch spot on the mainland. The date he ditched you to take her on. The next story is from 10 hours ago, a shot of both of their hands holding cups of ice cream on a pier somewhere. He was wearing the gold Ouroboros ring you bought him, and it makes your heart clench. The next story is from 7 hours ago, a selfie of her looking frustratingly gorgeous in Rafe’s bedroom, the covers pulled up over her bare chest.

Did they fuck? Even after everything that happened last night?

The last story is from 3 hours ago, a selfie of them together outside a sushi restaurant, her arm around his neck while he looks off into the distance, a cigarette in his mouth. He’s still wearing that stupid ring.

Did he forget about you?

It wouldn’t be the first time.

You hope, foolishly, that he would text you, tell you he’s running late and that he’ll be there soon. But he doesn’t. You don’t move to text him first, knowing he won’t respond anyway, especially if Sofia is next to him.

You set your phone down, feeling completely overwhelmed. The possibility of them sleeping together tonight makes you sick to your stomach, but you wouldn’t put it past Rafe to do something like that. Especially after what he said yesterday.

She’s my girlfriend.

And you were just his…what? His friend? His side chick? The other woman? A warm mouth and a tight hole that he sought out when he was done with Sofia’s shit?

You drop your phone onto the floor, grabbing the pillow from under your head and pressing your face into it, trying to silence your sobs. It takes everything in you not to scream into the pillow, your body shaking with the force of your sobs. How could you be such an idiot? He never fails to make you feel so naïve. You thought last night would change everything between the two of you, but it didn’t. 

All it did was remind you how worthless you were, that you were just his second best. Maybe the picture that you painted of him looks better in your mind.

You suddenly jump when your window slams shut. It blows open again before slamming once more, your curtains rippling with the wind. You get up, shuffling across the room. You shut the window, drawing the curtains closed, but not before looking out of them to see if Rafe’s car was parked outside. 

It wasn’t.

You lay back down, resting your head on your pillow, starting to stare at the screen again. You make it through a few more episodes of whatever the hell you put on before it suddenly shuts off. Even the show’s characters didn’t want to be with you. Your head is pounding, your throat is dry, and your eyes are red-rimmed and swollen from your tears. Your heart aches, and your lungs sting with every breath you take.

You don’t even move to turn the TV off or try to fix it. You just lay there, crying in the light of the TV static.

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The sun rises, and you don’t get up at first. 

You didn’t want to move, just in case he showed up, but part of you knew deep down that he wouldn’t be coming back anytime soon. You fix the TV before laying back down, staring mindlessly at the screen, trying to distract yourself. You reach down onto the floor, grabbing your phone. You check Sofia’s Instagram again. The little pink circle around her picture taunts you. You click on it anyway, wiping the tears out of your eyes.

Joining the remaining stories from yesterday is one new post. A selfie of her with a clay facemask on, one eye closed as she blocks the sunlight with her hand, lounging beside Rafe’s new pool. She’s wearing a necklace with a diamond ‘R’ charm on it, as if she’s personally rubbing it in your face.

You lock your phone, putting it down on the floor before sliding it away with a flick of your wrist. It doesn’t go far, hitting one of the legs of your coffee table. You change the show on your TV, picking some true-crime documentary before laying your head back down.

You watch the show with distant eyes, feeling completely numb. You don’t know why you keep checking her account, knowing it would just make you feel even worse. But you do it anyway, because maybe deep down you deserve it. You think about texting him, asking him if he’s coming over today. But you don’t dare. You don’t want to come off as a clingy whore. 

Your phone buzzes from the floor, vibrating the coffee table, startling you. You stay on the couch, reaching across the floor with one hand and grabbing your phone. You eagerly turn it over, expecting it to be from Rafe, maybe a long apology text, or even just a simple ‘On my way over.’ The phone doesn’t immediately light up. You hate that feature. You tap on the screen, your face immediately falling.

It’s just an email from your electric company about your mid-cycle usage report.

You let out a sharp scream, chucking your phone against the wall. It doesn’t shatter, but it bends around the sharp corner of the plaster.

The scream of frustration is cathartic, but it doesn’t last long. It’s quickly replaced by the feeling of loneliness that has become so common these past few days. But right now, it seems like a million times more unbearable. You start to cry again, burying your face back into your pillow.

The sun sets, and then it gets dark. You don’t move.

You can’t move. What if he comes back? What if this is the time he knocks? You can’t miss them. You can’t miss him. You curl yourself into a pathetic heap on the couch, hoping that he’ll come back. He will. He has to. He has to know how miserable you are. He has to realize how badly he’s hurting you and actually care about it this time. 

But each hour feels even more hopeless than the last. You stay up, wide awake, all night thinking about him. You don’t hear a single knock. You don’t see any headlights or cars pulling up into your driveway. There’s nothing but crickets in the distance and the sound of your heartbeat in your ears.

You barely pay attention to the show in front of you, staring with unfocused eyes at the screen. The sun starts to rise, casting a soft pink hue onto your living room. You’ve been sitting on your couch for two days, waiting for a man who probably doesn’t want you. Two days. Two days of sitting here, hoping, praying that he would come back. Two days of sitting here like a fool, waiting for a man who’s with someone else.

Yet you can’t seem to find the motivation to get up. You can’t. Just in case, this time, he shows up.

Your head throbs, your heartbeat pounding in your ears. You shut your eyes, burying your face in your pillow. You wish you were laying your head on his chest instead. Your thoughts are too loud, too consuming, too overwhelming. It’s hard to think clearly, to sort things out in your head. You’re so exhausted, mentally and physically, that you start to doze off.

You fall asleep, face buried in your mascara stained pillow.

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Your eyes suddenly shoot open when you feel your shoulder being shaken and a hand on your face.

“Hey, sweetheart. Wake up, I’m here.” Rafe’s voice is like music to your ears. Soft, low, deep. You feel his large hand against your cheek, his thumb gently stroking your skin as he tries to gently coax you awake. He’s here. After two long days of no food, no shower, no company except your own miserable thoughts, he’s here.

“Rafe?” You ask, head and body aching from two days of laying completely still on your uncomfortable Ikea couch.

“Yeah, baby. I’m here.” Rafe says, his voice soft and gentle. His fingers trail along your cheek, his hand so big against your face. He tries to hide it, but you can see the slight grimace on his face as he takes you in. “Are you okay? I tried calling you this morning, but you didn’t answer.”

You glance around, trying to take in your surroundings. You finally fell asleep, and judging by the slowly setting sun, you slept for a while. “My phone, I um…” You gesture to the smashed phone laying across the room.

Rafe sighs, his brow furrowing as he glances over to your smashed phone. “I’ll buy you a new one.” He says, looking back at you. His expression falls, and his eyes narrow. “How long have you been sitting here?”

“Two days.” You say, sitting up. You’re still in the same crop top and miniskirt, your hair starting to feel greasy and itchy.

“Jesus, baby.” Rafe exhales, shaking his head. “Have you eaten anything?” He asks, brushing your messy hair out of your face gently.

“I was waiting for you.” You say, completely ignoring his question. “You said you would come back. I was waiting for you.” You look up at him, feeling completely and utterly pathetic.

His eyes soften, his hand moving to cup your face in his palm. “I know. And I came back, like I promised.” He says soothingly, his thumb stroking your cheek gently. “Baby, you look terrible.”

“No, you promised me two days ago that you would come back.” You say, your voice growing thick as you start to cry again. “You said after your brunch date with Sofia that you would come back.”

Rafe opens his mouth to speak, only to close it again. He doesn’t say anything for a while, as if trying to come up with something to say. His expression shifts slightly, from sympathetic to something else, something almost akin to guilt. He sighs, finally speaking, “I’m sorry. I know. I didn’t realize how late it was until it was too late to swing by here.”

“So you left me hanging for an extra day?” You ask, reaching up to wipe away a stray tear.

“I’m sorry, alright?” He says, still gentle, but a hint of irritation is there. “I know I said I’d-… I said I’d come back, but I lost track of time, baby. I had to hang out with her for a while to keep up appearances.”

“Oh, fuck you and your appearances!” You say, standing up. You lose balance, reaching down with one hand to balance yourself on the arm of the couch. “Just admit that you didn’t want to see me.”

Rafe reaches out to steady you on your feet, frowning. “That’s not-… I did want to see you.” He says, his voice growing sterner, more irritated. “But I had other obligations. I had to keep up appearances. I told you that.”

“Don’t expect me to believe that bullshit, Rafe.” You say. You try to pull away from him, but he tightens his grip on your arm. “You can just dump me, you know.”

“Yeah? So can you.” He snaps back, his grip on your arm tightening even more.

Your face and eyes twitch slightly, your chest aching. You feel so stupid. Your breathing starts to escalate, coming out of your nose in short puffs. “Let go of me.”

“No.” He says, his voice hard, stern. He still grips your arm tightly, not wanting to let you go. He knows you well enough to understand that you would storm off, maybe even lock yourself in your bedroom. Both of Rafe’s hands move to your hips, pulling you closer. “Sweetheart, look at me.”

“No!” You shout, trying to pull away. You twist around, reaching down and trying to tug his hands apart. “You can’t do this to me!”

“Baby, look at me! I said, look at me!” Rafe raises his voice, finally using his strength against you, pinning you against his chest with his arms around your waist. He’s got you pressed flush against him now, one hand grabbing your chin and forcing you to face him, your neck craning. “Look at me when I’m talking to you, sweetheart.”

You squirm and wiggle, starting to cry. “You can’t treat me like this!”

His grip tightens, his jaw tensing as he grips your chin and face roughly. It almost feels like he’s manhandling you, forcing you to stay in place as he glares at you. His blue eyes have a hard edge to them. “I will treat you anyway I damn well please, sweetheart. You’re in no place to make demands or tell me what I can and can’t do. I said, look at me.”

You finally meet his gaze. You just sit in his grasp, sniffling as more and more tears threaten to fall. Your bottom lip trembles, and you wonder if you look as pathetic as you feel.

Rafe sighs, his expression growing soft. He loosens his grip on your face, his thumb caresses your cheek. He takes a deep breath, counting to four. “Come on, sweet girl. Let’s get you cleaned up.” In one swift motion, he picks you up, tossing you over his shoulder as he makes his way towards your bathroom.

“No! Let go of me!” You whine, pounding your fists against his back.

“Quit it.” He snaps, reaching behind his back and grabbing both of your wrists, yanking your hands away from him as best he can. “I swear to god, sweetheart, I will spank you if you don’t stop punching me in the back.” He pushes open the bathroom door, setting you down on the edge of the bathtub, your wrists still in his grip. He turns on the shower, waiting for the water to warm up before turning to you with a sigh. “Take off your clothes, sweetheart.”

“No.” You whine, trying to tug your wrists away.

He scoffs, exasperated. “I’m tired of having to repeat myself to you, baby. You’re gonna take a goddamn shower even if I have to force you to, so drop that attitude real quick, or I’ll strip you myself.” He leans in closer, his eyes darkening, his jaw clenching again. “You wanna be bratty and defiant with me? I can get real bratty with you right back, sweetheart. Real bratty.”

Your eyes water and your bottom lip trembles. Rafe sighs, taking another deep breath. He had to be nicer to you. “You gotta shower, baby, come on.” He grabs the bottom of your crop top gently, thumb rubbing along the hem.

You sniffle, wiping your cheeks. When your scalp starts to itch, and you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, mascara smeared, you realise he’s right. You raise your arms up.

“Good girl.” He says, sounding relieved. He reaches behind you to grab the bottom of your shirt, slowly pulling it up over your head. He can see how exhausted you are, how awful you look and how horrible you must feel. He gently drops your shirt on the floor, gently running a hand through your hair with a sigh. He reaches behind you and grabs the waist strap of your skirt. “Lift your hips for me, sweetheart.”

You obey, lifting your hips.

Rafe slides the skirt off your hips and down your thighs, setting it on top of your shirt on the floor. He then grabs the waistband of your panties, kissing your hipbones as he tugs them off of your legs and adds them to the pile of discarded clothing. He then reaches forward, gently running his fingers through your hair. “You’re so pretty, baby.” He says, his voice quiet.

“Thank you.” You whisper.

He can tell that you’re still upset with him, and while he’s annoyed by it, he tries to maintain his composure, trying to be patient with you. He steps back, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside before undoing his jeans. “Come on, pretty girl. Get in the shower while I undress.”

You nod, standing up on shaky legs and stepping into the shower. Your muscles instantly relax under the water as you step in, back facing the water.

Rafe watches you for a moment, his gaze lingering on your body before you shut the curtain. He quickly discards the rest of his clothes. Slowly, deliberately, he steps into the shower behind you, not wanting to startle you. He reaches over and moves you a little to the side, giving him room under the water to stand with you. He gently spins you around so your back is facing him, the water hitting your chest. He glances around the built-in ledges of your shower. “Where’s your stuff?” 

You point to the metal shelves you stuck onto the wall, full of expensive products, all gifts from Rafe.

He glances over at the shelf, noticing how neat and precise everything is. Rafe laughs as he grabs your shampoo. “God, you always gotta have everything organized.” He teases, pulling you against his chest with an arm wrapped around your torso, his strong hand pressed against your stomach. He kisses your shoulder before lifting your hair away from your neck to kiss there, his chest and abdomen pressed flush against your back. 

He pours a fair amount of the shampoo into his hand, setting the bottle down. He hasn’t had to actually wash his hair in so long, he forgot what a normal amount of shampoo looks like. He rubs his hands together, lathering it up before starting to gently massage into your scalp. “Keep your head tilted back so you don’t get anything in your eyes.”

You tilt your head back, reaching back and putting your hands on his ribs to keep steady.

He hums in approval as his fingers work, rubbing and massaging your scalp. His body is relaxed against your naked curves, his fingers now working through your hair slowly, ensuring it’s completely lathered before he moves onto the conditioner. He keeps the conditioner in your hair while he washes your body. You reach up and grab your face wash yourself, squirting some into your hands before thoroughly washing your face, trying to get the two-day-old mascara off. Rafe keeps his arm wrapped around your upper body so you can keep leaning against him.

After rinsing yourself clean, he turns the water off, pushing the shower curtain open. He grabs a towel for himself off of the hook by the shower, stepping out. “C’mere, baby.” He says quietly.

You step out, watching as he wraps the towel tight around his waist. He grabs another from your linen closet, holding it open for you. “Arms up, sweetheart.” He says, waiting for you to obey, and you do, lifting your arms. 

Rafe quickly wraps the towel around you, gently rubbing your body to dry you off. He then pulls you close, hugging you. One hand holds the back of your head, the other resting on the small of your back. He’s been craving the feel of your bare skin for the past two days, and it was nice to finally feel it again. “I’m sorry.” He says, quietly, sincerely. His lips graze your forehead.

“Why couldn’t you have just texted me?” You ask.

Rafe pauses, sighing. He was worried this would come up at some point. He tries to choose his words wisely, so he won’t start a fight so soon after the initial one. “Because… I…sweetheart, I was trying to keep a low profile with her.” His voice is just above a whisper. “Texting you would have let her know there was something going on.”

You shake your head. “You could’ve texted me and then immediately deleted the conversation. She wouldn’t have noticed.”

“I thought of that,” He starts, his brow furrowing. “But the thing is…she looks at my phone sometimes. So I just didn’t want to risk it, alright?”

You look away as he starts to dry your hair with the towel. “I wish things were different. I wish you could change.”

“That’s not fair, baby.” He says, his voice holding a hint of warning. He’s annoyed with you again, but he tries not to lash out this time, especially when taking into account how much he missed you. “You act like I don’t want things to be different.” He runs the towel over your head, gently squeezing your hair to wring out the excess water. “Do you even have enough respect to see me try?”

Your breath hitches. You watch him as he finishes with your hair, wrapping the towel around your chest. 

“I love you, Rafe.” The words tumble out of your mouth before you realise you even said them. “Of course I have respect for you. Of course I want you to try.”

Rafe pauses, his shoulders relaxing as his expression softens. He smiles at you, his eyes looking into yours. He grabs your hips, his thumbs rubbing along the soft skin there. He sighs, closing his eyes. “Then don’t act like I’m evil when I do try.” His voice is quiet, soft. “I mean it. Stop acting like I’m a complete ass to you, sweetheart, because I have been fucking trying.”

He didn’t say he loved you. You don’t care how crazy and clingy you sound at this point, you have to know. “Do you love me too?”

Rafe opens his eyes, his expression growing serious all of a sudden. He pauses for a moment, searching the gaze of your eyes. His hands on your hips move to your lower back, wrapping around you and pulling you close against his chest. His chest is warm against your bare breasts, his body firm and strong. “Baby, that’s a stupid question.”

“You didn’t answer it.” At least just lie and say yes. Please just say that you love me more.

He sighs, his grip on you growing tighter. One of his hands moves up to the back of your neck, holding you in place. He lifts your chin up with a single finger, looking into your eyes. “Loves never meant much to me, sweetheart. I mean… Ward told me that he loved me, and you know exactly what he did.” Rafe brushes his thumb across your cheek. “But…yes, I do love you. You’re the only one I truly love.”

“Promise?” You ask, your voice quiet.

Rafe holds that strong eye contact for a few more seconds before his face softens more, his gaze softening in his eyes. “I promise, sweetheart. I swear on my life. I don’t love anyone else as much as I love you.” His other hand runs up and down your sides, fingers spreading across your skin.

“Not even Sofia?” You ask.

“Especially not her.” He says, pulling you even closer against his chest. He’s growing agitated again. “I told you this before. Everything with her is fake, completely fake. I’m with her for appearances. All she is, is a pretty face.”

You want to believe him, so you do. You lay your head on his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso.

Rafe sighs, relieved that you seem to finally understand. He rubs your back, one hand wrapping around your neck to keep you held against him. He kisses the top of your head, resting his chin on top like before. “Don’t ask me that question again, sweetheart.” He says, his voice gentle, yet stern. “You know I only love you, there’s no need for you to ask such dumb questions.”

You nod. “Can you stay tonight?”

He sighs, nodding. “Yeah. I can stay tonight.” He takes your chin in his hand again, tilting your face up to look at him. “Can you promise me something, though?”

You take a deep breath. “Anything.”

His brow furrows again, his thumb rubbing along your jawline. “Don’t ever doubt my love for you, alright? I can’t deal with that self-loathing bullshit you pull sometimes, sweetheart, you got that?”

Your eyebrows furrow slightly. You weren’t expecting that. But at this point, you’re so desperate to lay down with him that you’ll do anything he wants. “I promise, Rafe.”

He smiles, kissing your forehead. “Good girl.” He says, his voice gentler. “Now, let’s get you into bed, hm?” You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist as he carries you to bed. He lays down next to you, tucking you in before handing you his phone. “Pick out what new phone you want.” When you look confused, he sighs. “I told you I would buy you a new one because you destroyed yours.”

Oh, yeah. This has been the longest two days of your entire life, and you weren’t even sure if any of that actually happened.

Rafe unlocks his phone before handing it to you, picking something to watch from the small TV on your dresser. You scroll through his pages of unorganised apps, before finally finding Google, typing in the newest iPhone model. You buy yourself a new phone in your favourite colour, all on Rafe’s dime. You’re tempted to text Sofia pretending to be Rafe and tell her it’s over, and to leave you alone, but you don’t. Rafe loved you, and Rafe wanted you. He could dump her himself.

You lock his phone, handing it back to him. He sets it on your bedside table, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you close.

If it’s meant to be, then it will be.

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let me know what you think my lovelies!

part 3 is here!

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[corvusphilia]

★ HOW THEY ACT WHEN THEY HAVE A CRUSH (KARASUNO EDITION)

୨ৎ featuring: daichi sawamura, koshi sugawara, asahi azumane, yuu nishinoya, ryunosuke tanaka, tobio kageyama, shoyo hinata, kei tsukishima, tadashi yamaguchi, keishin ukai

୨ৎ notes: first post!! rq are open guys send shit IN (omg haikyuu blog in 2024!!???). also yes i plan on writing crush headcanons for the other teams as well :>

also worth mentioning this is NOT timeskip and reader is implied to be around the same age as the characters (so highschool for most and adult for ukai)

i was gonna write for the girls as well but ive been writing this for the past 4 days and im tired 😭

★ DAICHI SAWAMURA ?!

He genuinely thinks acting like he's your dad or something is a good way of flirting. Sugawara teases him about it constantly. "Do you want to ask them out on a date or to sign adoption papers?"

And I don't mean it only in the cute way. He will scold you if you forget your jacket or something. But the words quickly catch in his throat when he gives you his and you put it on for the first time. Maybe you should keep forgetting yours, actually. For no reason. No reason at all.

Will bring extra food in case you're still hungry by the end of recess. Even makes mental notes about your favorites. This guy is a GENTLEMAN.

While he does reprimand you, it's nothing like he does to his team or his friends. In fact, he seems to calm down whenever you come into the picture. Nishinoya and Tanaka absolutely take advantage of it.

Suga might be the vice-captain, but the team treats you like the second in command. Doesn't matter if you're not part of the team or even a manager. You're now the second parent by correlation.

Speaking of which, Sugawara and Asahi absolutely play wingmen. Suga will come off a bit too strongly, talking about how Daichi is such a catch and you two would make such a cute couple, while Asahi sounds like he's doing a job interview in Daichi's name, listing all his positive qualities and whatnot. Their hearts are in the right place, at least.

He doesn't hesitate much before asking you out. He doesn't want to risk ruining your friendship, but he doesn't want to live with the regret of what could have been if he gave it a shot, either.

The sun was lazily setting in the horizon, painting the sky pleasant hues of orange and pink. It wasn't unusual for Daichi to walk you home — he insisted on it whenever he had the time, even he meant he would only get to his house past nightfall —, but he was weidly quiet. He smiled calmly when you questioned him on it, giving you a look and a sigh.

He came to a stop, standing in front of you. He took a deep breath before reaching into his bag, grabbing what looked like a note and holding it in both hands before stretching it towards you and bowing politely. His grasp was slightly shaky.

"I've been meaning to ask you this for a while..." He started, his voice soft, keeping his gaze on the ground. Maybe he was just being overly polite, or maybe he was a bit too scared to look you in the eyes. "You make me... incredibly happy, Y/N. I would like to do the same for you. If you'll let me, that is." He finally glanced up, looking at you through his eyelashes and his posture still low, his eyes filled equally with nervousness and hope. "I don't want to leave any doubts, so... I'll just go ahead and say it. Will you be mine?"

★ KOSHI SUGAWARA ?!

This guy is so whipped, it's not even funny. He doesn't even officially ask you out because he makes it so obvious he likes you. Like, c'mon, EVERYONE can tell he wants to marry you already.

The type to run up to you just to give you something he grabbed or bought because it made him think of you. Which happens very often, because he thinks of you all the time.

Very affectionate. Holds your hand whenever you two walk somewhere and hugs you as a greeting and as goodbye. Might even slip in a kiss on your cheek if he's feeling a little silly.

And god forbid some poor bastard mentions your name in a five mile radius of him. This motherfucker will take any chance he can get to yap about how amazing you are and how much he adores you and—

SO supportive. Genuinely, he thinks you're so talented in everything you do. If you have a specific thing you're passionate about, be ready for him to be bragging to everybody about it. More proud of your accomplishments than his own.

Straight up introduces you to people as his significant other after some time. What? He never asked to be your boyfriend? Well, it's not like you were gonna say no anyway, so...

"Y/N!" The cold winter air causes little wisps of smoke to form from his mouth as he runs over to you through the courtyard, an infectious smile on his face. He stops right in front of you, resting his hands on his knees for just a few seconds to catch his breath before holding out a bouquet in your direction. Roses, baby's breath, and cornflowers.

His smile grows even more when you grab it, a snicker escaping him at the slightly flushed look on your face. "So pretty, right? I saw it and thought of you, so obviously I had to get it." He explains, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "Don't look at the price tag, I forgot to take it off." He adds.

He waves a hand dismissively at your 'thank you'. "Don't mention it. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't get you something nice every now and then?" He mentions casually, and lets out a thoughtful hum when you mention that you two are, in fact, not officially dating.

"I guess I did never outright say it, huh? That's my mistake." For some reason, he doesn't sound bothered or reluctant at all. Instead, he grabs your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Well, no reason to waste even more time. Come on, let me take you on our first official date."

★ ASAHI AZUMANE ?!

He doesn't flirt, let's get that out of the way. His idea of hitting on you is looking at you from a distance while praying you have more balls than him and will take initiative.

If you don't really know each other much, he's scared you'll be put off by his appearance and size. If you do, he's scared you think he's too much of a coward and have no interest.

His insecurities play a huge role in his reluctance. He thinks you're so pretty, and smart, and talented, and he's... well, himself. It's almost difficult to tell if he likes you or not, because while he is polite whenever you interact, he acts that way with everyone (who takes the time to actually speak with him, that is), and he actually seems to avoid you whenever possible, too.

Gets desperate enough he asks everyone in the team for advice. Daichi just says to "Be yourself", to which Suga gives him a side eye with a "Yeah, I don't think that'll work" comment, and the two start arguing rather than actually helping the poor guy out.

Nishinoya and Tanaka are... less than helpful, as you might imagine. Kageyama and Hinata don't know the first thing about dating, and he wasn't about to ask Tsukishima, either. Surprisingly (or not), the good advice came from Yagamuchi and Kiyoko.

It basically summed up to the fact that he needs to make his move before someone else does. Nothing too dramatic, but enough to let you know he's serious about it. At the end of the day, they had a 5 steps plan written out.

He had everything set to go, even went as far as to memorize a script he practiced in front of the mirror a few times this morning. However, when he finally stood in front of you, the sun of the afternoon hitting your features just right, his mind went blank.

"Huh..." He was slightly hunched over, absentmindedly fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. He quickly cleared his throat, seemingly remembering he couldn't just stand there looking at you like a creep, and reached inside his bag to pull out a small, heart-shaped chocolate box. He took a deep, shaky breath.

"I-I, huh... I need to tell you something..." He starts nervously, his brown eyes finally meeting yours, filled with fear and sincerity. "I... I've liked you for a while now, and..." That is not the script he planned out. "You're always on my mind. W-when I'm with you, everything just feels right. I don't really know how to say this, I'm probably making a fool out of myself, but... I like you. A lot."

★ YUU NISHINOYA ?!

This fucking guy has no shame whatsoever. Quite literally asked you to go out with him before he even told you his name. I firmly believe he's a love-at-first-sight kind of dude.

Now, how things progress depends highly on your reaction. If you're a bit shy, he thinks it's the cutest thing ever, but he will take it down a notch to not make you uncomfortable. Will still flirt, don't get me wrong, but a bit more lowkey. If you just accept or — god forbid — flirt back, he shortcuts. A hot person?? Likes HIM??? WHAT.

Like, all of his previous bravado is out the window if you accept. He flirts with a few people, sure, but he never actually expects to go anywhere. It's just kind of a fact that he's going to get turned down. So when things actually go right he doesn't know what to do anymore.

It doesn't last too long, though. After he takes a few minutes for his mind to process what just happened, he's bouncing off the walls.

SO protective. We've seen it with Kiyoko. Anytime a guy looks at you for just a little too long he's growling and foaming at the mouth. Better keep him from biting anyone's ankles.

"Wow, you're SUPER pretty!" The boy stated enthusiastically, stars in his eyes as he stares at you intently, seemingly trying to commit every detail to memory. You've seen him around, usually near the gym, but it looks like this is the first time he has seen you.

He takes a step closer, determination written all over his face. "Will you go out with me?" He asks a bit loudly and suddenly. When your face flushes, he takes a small step back, chuckling. "Ah— I'm Yuu Nishinoya, by the way! Probably should've said that first."

He nods happily when you introduce yourself as well, his eagerness returning to the surface. "Well, you didn't really answer me, so I'll ask again — wanna go out with me?" He repeats, half cocky half sheepish. However, his entire face falls when you give a positive response.

His eyes are wide and he just stares at you, mouth slightly agape. When you question if he's feeling well, his ears flush red as he seems to have find his voice again. "A-ARE YOU SERIOUS!? You said yes!? Wha— am I dreaming? I'm dreaming, aren't I!?" Despite the disbelief in his voice, he's smiling — a huge, excited, thankful smile. He's not leaving your side anytime soon.

★ RYUNOSUKE TANAKA ?!

Since I already covered love at first sight with Noya and we've already seen how he's like with Kiyoko, I'm going down a different route: friends to lovers. Also because this specific trope with him makes me SICK /pos.

He's a friendly guy when you get to know him and past his badboy persona, so he has many friends I feel like. He initially treats you like he does the others, being his usual weird ass self we all know and love.

But one time he sees you laugh at one of his shenanigans and he just pauses. Oh. Oh. This is not good.

Have you always been so pretty? I mean, he already knew you were, but this is another level. Now you're like, angelic. Ethereal, even. What just happened.

Immediately runs to Noya because he doesn't know what to do or even think. He just sees you as a friend, right? A close friend. A hot, funny, amazing, kissable friend. Yeah, that doesn't sound right even to him when he says it outloud.

Doesn't take long for him to come to terms with it honestly and the entire team has to hold him back from proposing to you the next time he sees you.

He waits by the classroom's door, an uncharacteristically nervous look in his eyes. He sucks in a sharp breath when the bell rings and you stand from your desk, slinging your bag over your shoulder while making your way to the exit. "Y/N." He calls out to gain your attention, and his face immediately flushes when you look at him.

Your eyes are so beautiful it's unfair. He lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding in. "Will you ma—" He pauses, looking at something right behind you. You look back to see Nishinoya half-hiding behind a wall, shaking his head 'No' quickly. Tanaka clears his throat and you look back at him. "... I-I mean, will you... Go out with me? Maybe? Please?"

He sounds almost pleading and a little unsure. He stutters an explanation when he notices your taken aback expression. "I know this came outta nowhere and I know we're like, best buds or whatever, but... God, I really wanna kiss you." His face goes bright red when he realizes what he just said and he starts rambling another flustered excuse. How cute.

★ TOBIO KAGEYAMA ?!

A little like Asahi, he just kind of stares at you from a distance and hope you get the hint. Totally unware of the fact he has a major resting bitch face and is looking at you so aggressively it looks like he's thinking about beating your ass after school or something.

Completely oblivious to the fact he likes you. He's never liked anyone before. His entire life has always been volleyball this and volleyball that — he doesn't know the first thing about crushes.

Surprisingly thoughtful, though. The type to get you your favorite drink from the vending machine when he goes to grab his milk box. He doesn't even think much about it, it's just so natural to him.

Also very perceptive. He comes off as an airhead most of the time, but when it comes to volleyball, he's incredibly observant. Now he's the same way with you as well. Always knows what you're feeling before you have to say anything or if you need something.

And that's how everyone else realizes he likes you and tell him about it (because again, he genuinely could not tell that his feelings are romantic on his own. How can someone be so smart and so dumb at the same time).

He's in denial for a good while, but the more he thinks about it, the more sense it makes. Some teammates try to give him advice (because they don't trust him at all to do this by himself), but in the end he ignores all of it and just says what feels right at the time.

"I swear, you'd be helpless without me." He grumbles, dragging you away from the confrontation, his hand firmly but not tightly wrapped around your wrist. Karasuno had a game against another school, and one of the guys from said school apparently thought you were really cute. So much so he was trying everything to get your contact information before Tobio stepped in.

Just thinking about the situation pisses him off. He scoffs, squeezing your wrist slightly, but there's something more than just frustration on his face. Doubt, perhaps? He looks back at you, eyebrows furrowed. "You weren't really thinking about giving him your number, were you?" He asks, his voice almost too soft before it rises in tone again.

"I mean, he's average looking at best, and a shit player, and... And I'm better!" He blurted, cheeks flushing slightly. He averts his gaze, his thumb grazing over your knuckles. "So... Just give me your number, dumbass."

★ SHOYO HINATA ?!

I need to mention, he looks like he's so easy to fall in love with. Like he's so kind and considerate and with a high emotional intelligence. Very much boyfriend material I wish more people would see him like that instead of an uwu baby yk.

Anyway, back on track. I feel like he'd fluctuate between shy and bold a lot. Like, if you flirt or give hints that you might like him back, he's blushing and kicking his feet and shit, but it is very much not uncommon for him to take initiative.

Especially after matches. The adrenaline is still pumping in his veins and he barely even registers that maybe he's being a bit forward.

If you don't know him really well it's a bit difficult to tell that he has feelings because he's just. so nice. to everyone. But if you do, it's hard to miss the tenderness in his eyes everytime he looks at you.

Insists you come to his games. It's simple math in his head: the two things he loves the most (aside from, yknow, his mom and sister and all that) are volleyball and you, so if he can just mix them together, he'll be the happiest guy in the planet.

It was a tough game — Karasuno barely managed to win right during the last set. The winning point was, of course, scored by Shoyo. The crowd was cheering, his teammates screaming loudly and gathering around him, but in the middle of the ruckus, his eyes are fixated on a single someone.

He dodged Nishinoya and Tanaka and, to the team's confusion, ran towards the stands. It wasn't until everyone say you simultaneously running in his direction that they understood what was going on. Shoyo practically pounced on you, wrapping his arms around your torso tightly and doing his best to lift you and give you a little spin, almost knocking both of you to the ground in his attempt.

His smile was bright enough to outshine the sun. He pulled away just a little so he could look you in the eyes, the two of you still intertwined. "Thank you so much for being here!" He exclaimed, like his success was solely due to you — to your presence. The look in his eyes was a little different as he leaned in slightly before hesitating. Daichi called him over so they could formally bid farewell to the other team, and he gave you a final squeeze before reluctantly pulling away. "Wait for me, okay? I'll walk you home today!"

★ KEI TSUKISHIMA ?!

This fucking guy is so in denial. No, I'm serious, he'd rather eat glass than admit that he likes somebody. He's always seen relationships and especially crushes as a waste of time and energy, things he couldn't be bothered to spare.

So he's extra mean when he realizes he likes you. Is it an attempt to push you away? Kind of. Is it because he genuinely kind of hates you for the way you make him feel? A little. Is it because he's secretly an awkward motherfucker that doesn't know a thing about how to be romantic? Mostly.

News flash: it doesn't work, independently of your reaction. If you just ignore him and don't give him a reaction, he's frustrated but grows to respect you even more for dealing with his sassy ass with that much grace. If you get sad, he feels genuinely bad for the first time in his life. If you get angry, turns out you look really damn cute when pissed off and that's not helping his case either. If you sass him back, he might just get on one knee.

So he just... gives up. He still teases and pokes fun at you, obviously, but now it doesn't sound as mean. If anything, it's friendly banter. He can't deny that he enjoys having you around.

It raised some eyebrows when Tsukishima told everyone he was leaving practice early because he was helping you study. Hinata and Kageyama had to practically get on their knees and beg him to tutor them, and even then, he always looked so annoyed doing it. With you, he almost had a little smile on his face. Almost.

He snapped his fingers in front of your face a few times. "Hey, idiot, pay attention." He scolded, pointing back to the open book in front of you. "I'm not explaining it a second time." He added, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms, his long legs stretched out in front of him.

He can't help the small grin that forms on his face when you whine about his 'mean' treatment. "You haven't seen me being mean yet, pipsqueak." He teased, looking down at you through his glasses. He exhales through his nose in an almost-laugh, his voice dropping just barely over a whisper, a tenderness in his tone you're not really familiar with. "You're lucky I kinda like you."

★ TADASHI YAMAGUCHI ?!

Dude is SO flustered around you, like, constantly. Like can-barely-get-a-sentence-out typa shit. Kei has to verbally smack him and tell him to fucking get it together — he's not gonna win you over by being a wuss (or maybe he will, who knows what you're into).

But that's mostly during the honeymoon stage. After the butterflies in his stomach start to go away, they're replaced by a deep sense of comfort whenever he's around you.

Takeda said that Tadashi would have the least trouble out of everyone when it came to dating and he was RIGHT. This guy is such a sweetie. Always saving you a seat and sharing his lunch with you and just watching out for you in general. He's so considerate :(

You make him not so insecure anymore and that's all he could have asked for. Whenever he messes up or just acts like a dork, he feels his heart drop thinking that he messes up any chance he might have had with you, but when you just smile and reassure him he falls in love all over again.

Tadashi has been profusely apologizing to you for the past fifteen minutes now, no matter how many times you tried to insist that it's fine. He was practicing his serves and you were unfortunate enough to get a ball right to the back of the head, and he rushed you to the nurse's office immediately despite you saying it didn't hurt that much.

"I'm so sorry, I promise it was an accident!" He said for what must have been the third time. There wasn't much that the nurse could do aside from giving you headache medicine and telling you to lie down for a while, and he decided to miss practice so he could stay with you while you rested.

"Does it hurt?" He questioned, his eyes soft and full of worry, and his shoulders tensed a little at your answer of 'kinda'. He grabbed your hand, idly playing with your fingers, either to calm you or himself down. "... I want to make it up to you somehow." He stated gently, not daring to look at you. "... I'll walk you home and buy you a snack from the convenience store, okay? You can ask for whatever you want, no matter the price." He paused, then added with a sheepish smile, "Well... Maybe the price matters a little bit."

★ KEISHIN UKAI ?!

Listen. He definitely looks like he has rizz. Does he actually? No. Absolutely not. Like, he has so much negative rizz it does a full spin and actually works out. Absolute man failure.

Deadass the kind to do that yawn and arm around your shoulder thing and think he's nailing it. Like, dude you're not THAT old, c'mon now.

Fluctuates between being a gentleman and just being a scrub a lot. Will open the car door and pull a chair for you only to light up a cigarette and not notice the smoke is going straight in your direction until you start coughing.

He does try, though. Definitely makes an effort to take you on a nice date whenever his money allows it (and sometimes when it doesn't). He's had flings before, sure, but you're special and he doesn't want to mess it up like he always does.

You barely heard the doorbell ringing with the sound of the rain hitting your roof. When you opened it, Keishin stood there, absolutely drenched in a dress shirt and an undone tie around his neck, water dripping down from his hair to his face as he holds out a bouquet in your direction. He sighs deeply.

"I wanted to surprise you, but my car broke down halfway here and then this fuckin' rain hit." He explained, rubbing the back of his neck. You told him to come inside and grabbed him a towel, and he started to dry his hair before sitting on the couch when he was sure he wasn't dripping water all over the place anymore.

He glanced at you, a somewhat guilty look on his face. "... Sorry I messed it up. I wanted to do something nice for once, but..." He trailed off. You sat next to him, a hand on his shoulder as you reassured him it was okay. When you suggested watching a movie since he was already here anyway, he perked up, almost like an invisible tail started wagging behind him. "Really?" He questioned, a bit baffled before trying to hold back a smile as he relaxed next to you, reaching an arm around your shoulders. "... That doesn't sound half bad, doll face."

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“And that bright star near the horizon is the arm of The Archer,” Legolas declared, leaning so close to Gimli that their cheeks practically touched, extending his elegant hand toward the night sky. Gimli nodded absently, not quite keeping up with the elf’s eager explanation of the constellations, instead finding himself distracted by the proximity of his companion.

For optimal star viewing, the pair had stolen away from the fire where the fellowship had gathered for the evening and discovered a more secluded place to set up. Gimli had made himself cozy atop a rock, and Legolas was perched on his knees beside him, bringing them eye to eye with one another. The dwarf smiled fondly as Legolas gushed on about the various constellations, shifting slightly as a warm sensation churned through his belly. Gimli was well aware of his crush on the Mirkwood Prince—he’d been smitten ever since the Council of Elrond—but he’d never had the chance to enjoy the finer details of the elf from such a close distance. He could feel his heartbeat begin to pick up as his eyes wandered freely over Legolas’s body. Gimli had never before noticed the sheen of his golden hair, the way it seemed to glow even in the dark of night. He’d never admired the definition of Legolas’s collarbone, which protruded ever so slightly from the deep neckline of his evening shirt. He hadn’t been given the chance to discover the pink hue of the elven lips, which looked particularly enticing bathed in the ethereal light of—

“Master Dwarf, are you listening to me?” Gimli jerked backward in surprise, blushing fiercely.

“My apologies, I s-seemed to have lost my focus,” he sputtered, painfully aware that his companion had most definitely noticed his staring. They gazed at each other wide-eyed and shy, uncertain of what would come next. The seconds stretched on into eternity. Legolas’s ears flushed a deep scarlet, and he took a shaky breath before uttering his next words so softly that Gimli had to strain to hear them.

“Do you like what you see?” The dwarf’s eyebrows shot up as a swooping sensation passed through him. Was the elf flirting with him? Gimli swallowed, summoning all the charisma and charm he could muster.

“There are many beautiful stars in the night sky tonight, but none more fair than you, my prince.” The blonde let out a surprised giggle, threading his fingers through his hair as he digested the implication of Gimli’s words. He parted his lips to speak, then closed them again, searching for the proper response. His eyes softened, and he leaned towards Gimli as though he were about to confess a secret.

“You make my heart thunder within my chest,” he whispered, his mouth near enough to the dwarf to send shivers down his spine. Unable to stop himself, Gimli’s focus shifted once again to the alluring pink lips that smiled so sweetly at him. Legolas watched him, eyes flicking between meeting his gaze and the dwarven mouth. Ever so slowly, they leaned in. When they were just a hair's width apart, Legolas froze and tensed, squeezing his eyes shut.

“I must confess that I have never done this before,” he murmured so close to him that Gimli could taste his breath. “Will you teach me?”

Gimli's breath hitched at the elf's words, his heart pounding. Slowly, he raised a calloused hand to cup the side of the elf's face, his thumb gently brushing against the soft skin. Legolas leaned into the touch, his eyes fluttering open to meet Gimli's gaze, filled with a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty.

"There's nothing to it, lad," Gimli whispered, his voice rough but tender. "Just follow your heart, and let it guide you."

With that, he closed the distance between them, their lips meeting in a tentative, gentle kiss. Legolas responded hesitantly at first, but as the moments passed, he grew bolder, his lips moving against Gimli's with increasing confidence. The warmth of the elf's mouth, the softness of his lips, it was everything Gimli had imagined and more. The stars above seemed to shine brighter, the night air filled with an electric charge as they lost themselves in each other.

Legolas’s lips were like the softest velvet, tasting faintly of the sweet wine they had shared earlier. Gimli felt a rush of sensations he had never experienced before, a thrilling mix of nervous excitement and profound tenderness. The elf’s hands, delicate yet strong, found their way to the broad dwarven shoulders, pulling him closer as if afraid to let go. Gimli’s fingers threaded through the silky strands of Legolas’s hair, marveling at it’s smoothness. Time stood still as they melted into each other.

When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless, their foreheads resting together as they shared a quiet moment of intimacy. Gimli could see the stars reflected in Legolas's eyes, and for the first time, he understood the elf's fascination with them. They were a beautiful, warm, and infinite, just like the bond that was beginning to grow between them.

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Modern!Ellie x Reader in College FWB

you and ellie are fwb but this is the leading up to the benefits. ellie is a little shit and teases you all the time. you, ellie, jesse, and dina are a cute lil friend group

a/n: this was written purely for my own enjoyment but thought i would share it because it made me blush and kick my feet. this is my first time writing a fic that is in an AU so it might be rough around the edges. feedback is welcome and don't be afraid to comment, any and all comments are appreciated!! this is a one shot and probably will not have a follow up :)

warning(s): mutual pining, shy!reader, tease!ellie, no smut, fluff(?)

“What! No, shut up.” You say incredulously as you and Ellie walk down the hall of your dorm building.

Ellie barks out a laugh, “I swear! I can’t believe you didn’t know this.” She leans against the wall by your door with her hands stuffed in her pant pockets, she looks down at you with the stupid smug smile that makes your heart race and your cheeks flush. “How could you not know that your ears are like…a major erogenous zone?”

You are getting redder by the second as you fumble around, desperately looking for your key card. You mumble out, “Shut up. You’re just teasing to get me to blush! I know how you work, Ellie Williams.” 

“Ohh full name. I’m shaking in my boots!”

A pinch at your cheek nearly makes you combust from embarrassment. Aha! Finally, you press your key card to the door with shaky hands. Hearing the click of the door unlocking you quickly shuffle inside, secretly praying Ellie would bid you her goodbyes so you could finally stop sweating and ask Dina if what Ellie told you was true…Much to your dismay Ellie walks in behind you and plops on your bed like she owns the place! You scowl at her for messing up your bed and roll your eyes when all she does is wink at you. 

“Dina! Tell me if you know this-” You cut Ellie off with a hand to her mouth and beg her with your eyes to not embarrass the crap out of you. Quickly yanking your hand back with a “gross!” as she licks your entire palm. Ellie is quick to scoot to the edge of the bed, pulling you to stand in between her legs, your back to her front, wrapping her arms around. She's so close you worry that she can feel your heart racing.

“Anyway! Dina! You know the erogenous zones right?” She asks and you can hear it in her voice that she has that damn smug smile. 

Dina ceases her typing, closing her laptop before humming, “Yeah I think I do, why pervert?”

“Because this little peach here didn’t believe me when I told her that your ears are an erogenous zone!” Ellie exclaims, her hands finally releasing you to be thrown in the air in bewilderment. You don’t waste a second launching yourself off the edge of your bed, making your way to your desk, and trying to find something, anything, to make yourself seem busy.

Dina lets out a stifled laugh, jumping off of her bed, “C’mon Els, lay off. You know she’s shy!” She ‘oh so obviously’ states while packing up her backpack. Shy!? Does everyone think I'm that shy!?

You whip around, your face a concerning hue of pink...Just about ready to let the two of them have a piece of your mind a knock raps at your door. Dina opens it revealing Jesse. Great! Someone else who will probably join in on picking on you. Dina resumes packing her bag as Jesse walks in with his hands in his jean pockets. 

He gives you a questioning look, “You good? Did I interrupt something?”

“I’m fine! You didn’t interrupt anything! God!” You shout as the embarrassment boils over and Jesse happens to be closest to the spill.

Ellie and Dina share a glance before the both of them are laughing their heads off. Ellie falls back on your bed and Dina keels over with her hand on her stomach laughing. You huff and struggle to hide your own smile realizing how dumb your friends are. 

Through fits of laughter, Dina explains to Jesse, “Els has been picking on her for being ‘oh so innocent’ and not knowing what the erogenous zones are. You know how those two are.” Once again your face is on fire. 

‘How those two are!? What do they see that I don’t?’ you think.

Jesse makes a face of understanding, holding back his own laugh at your misery. Dina swings her bag over her shoulder, slipping her boots on as she casts her full attention to you. 

“We are going to the library to hopefully get some work done! I will probably be back late so don’t wait up for me! You ready?” She swivels around to Jesse. As the two of them walk out Dina blows you a kiss and shuts the door. Taking a deep breath you resume making yourself busy unpacking your backpack, trying your damnedest to pay Ellie no mind even though you can feel her watching your every move.

You shuffle over to your closet, needing to be out of these jeans and hoodie. Feeling utterly overstimulated at how sweaty your clothes feel against your skin. Thinking to yourself, ‘I have to be the only one who gets this sweaty when she’s embarrassed!’. You peel off your jeans and toss them into the corner and find a pair of cotton shorts. Your ears burn when you hear Ellie whisper 'fuck' behind you. Already feeling cooler with your jeans off you keep your hoodie on and make your way to your bed. 

Shooing Ellie out of the way since she seems to have made herself right at home on your bed, you boost yourself up onto your bed, knowing you raised it too high but being too stubborn to lower it. Only because Ellie told you to lower it months ago and you can’t let her be right.

Crawling across the mattress and leaning against the headboard of your bed you open your phone, peering over it at Ellie just to see her staring at you, “What?” you ask quietly. 

“Nothin’!” She tries to hide her smug smile as she drapes her body next to yours pushing you closer to the cold wall making you shiver. 

“I just think you’re real cute is all.” She mumbles looking up at whatever is on your phone screen.

You grumble out, “You just like seeing me get flustered. It riles you up!”

Laughing at you once again, “Riles me up? You’re so fucking cute. Is that your sweet little way of saying you think it turns me on?” She says as she turns her head to be level with you, eyes flicking to your lips so fast you question if you actually saw it or not.

You huff and flop your limbs against the bed, turning your face toward the wall you mumble, “You’re such an asshole Williams!”

Flinching in surprise when her warm hand finds your chin and yanks your face back toward her. She’s propped up on her elbow now staring down at you with that dumb stupid smug smile.

“Oh c’mon now. That wasn’t very nice. Where’d my sweet peach go, hm?” She says breath fanning your face. 

Placing a hand on her shoulder, you gently shove her back. “Els…quit it!” You whine out.

The ghost of a smile dances on her face as she drops her hand. Moving to lay on her side, facing you and resting her head in the crook of your neck. You both get comfortable as you begin scrolling on your phone. 

Finding a particularly funny post you throw your head back laughing and Ellie laughs at your laughing. As your laughter dies down you look back at your phone and suddenly become very conscious of the fact that Ellie has placed her hand on your upper thigh. 

You whisper, “Ellie…your hand.” 

She glances up at you from her place on your shoulder causing her breath to tickle your skin. You shiver as she hums in questioning. “What about it pretty girl? Hm?” 

You hold back a whine, “N-nothing- I just didn’t know if you- you meant to put it there.”

“Here? Of course I did pretty girl.” She says quietly, tightening the grip that she has on your thigh. She leans up on her elbow again, much closer. So close that her short hair tickles your forehead. “Do you want me to take my hand off? Hm?” 

Gulping you shake your head no as your cheeks burn and your heart races. 

Raising your chin she holds eye contact with you. “Words, pretty girl. I need words.”

“N-no. Like your hand there.” You manage to get out an answer. 

“Good.” She hums, lowering her head to place her face into the crook of your neck. “This okay?” She whispers against your skin.

“Y-yes…yes please Ellie.” You whimper out. Hands moving to grip Ellie's hoodie. Your hands slide up into her hair. “Ellie please.”

“Please what? Tell me what you want, sweet girl.” She whispers in between kisses on your neck and jaw.

“Please kiss me! Pretty please.” You whine out wantonly. 

Ellie chuckles, placing kisses up your neck to look at you, “Only since you asked so nicely.”

Her lips meet your deliciously, with just the right amount of gentleness and urgency. You moan against her mouth as your hands find her jaw placing them on each side. She runs her tongue along your bottom lip and you meet her tongue with yours, shivering as her teeth nip at your bottom lip. 

Your body fills with more and more confidence as you pull back, pressing your palms against her shoulder, pushing her body against your bed and raising your body to straddle her hips. You lean down as your hands find her hair gently pulling at it and whining when her hands find the dip where your thighs meet your hips, gripping the soft skin and grinding yourself against her. 

“I forgot my charger- OH! Oh! Oh!” 

Scrambling off Ellie’s lap, your face is burning as you turn around and see Dina standing in the doorway. Ellie props herself up on her elbows looking as casual as ever meanwhile you can hear your heart pounding in your ears. Ellie offers a casual, “What’s up?”

‘How the fuck is she so calm!? I’m about to pass out from embarrassment!’

Dina practically screams, “Finally! Oh my GOD! Jesse owes me fifty bucks.”

[slightlyunconventional]

told you i was writing a fic B) this took me #hours but i do not regret it. so here have three and a half thousand words worth of k/az and his miserable cold-ridden self !

careful care (in which k/az b/rekker has like the worst cold ever and i/nej cares for him as much as he'll let her)

Kaz didn’t think it was possible to have a personal vendetta against a celestial body, however the shaft of sunlight prying his eyes open seemed determined to prove him wrong. Despite this, the grasps of sleep tried their damnedest to drag him back down into their depths, however his dozy state was quickly eradicated by a sharp tickle in his nose. He found himself muffling a pair of sneezes clumsily into the soft fabric of his duvet.

“-hehH’tTSHhiew! huh’shHHiew!”

The double was followed by a series of shaky coughs directed loosely into his raised fist. This was not about to be a good day. With a groan, Kaz hauled himself out of bed, reluctant to abandon the warmth of his sheets. He grimaced at the spasms of pain that shot up his bad leg as put pressure on it standing up - it always hurt first thing in the morning, but the pain was much more pronounced today. Decidedly ignoring the pain, Kaz began getting dressed. He pulled on a crisp white shirt, black trousers, and fastened a deep maroon tie around his neck, his every move punctuated by increasingly wet sniffles. He swiped up his cane from where it leaned against his bedside table and made his way to the desk to consult his watch - eleven bells. He’d slept in. Panic jolted through him as he realised how long he’d been asleep and very much vulnerable for, hell, any miserable wretch could have done anything to him and he wouldn’t have known. He tried to shake the thought from his head. Kaz coughed sharply again, displeased at the scratch it left behind in his throat. He headed out of the room, across the corridor and into the bathroom, where he slipped off his gloves and set them down beside the sink, before turning on the faucet and splashing water onto his face. As he attempted to tame the pillow-induced mess that was his hair, Kaz noted the pallor taken on by his face, and elected to ignore it, even more so the way it made the pink hue of his nose stand out painfully. He sighed and dried his hands, then his face. Almost immediately, he found himself needing to sneeze again. His only option was to catch them in the towel, so he braced it tighter against his face.

“heh-heHH’sSHHhuuh! -tTSHHh!”

Clicking his tongue in disgust, Kaz slipped his gloves back on, and made his way downstairs.

Kaz descended the creaky stairs of the Slat, gritting his teeth against the twinge his knee gave with every step. He reached the bottom, paused to let his leg rest for even the briefest moment, and rounded the corner into the living room - a room not particularly comfortable or cosy, but enough for the five of them to spend quiet mornings or evenings playing cards games at the table. Wylan, Jesper, and Nina were sitting on the worn sofa, talking animatedly about something Kaz didn’t care to listen in on, for his nose was burning ferociously again. He took a step back, almost backing out of the door, and twisted himself around so he was facing away from the room, and announced his presence with a rather heavy sneeze into his elbow.

“HhuH’dDJSHHhuuh!”

A chorus of “bless you”s sounds from around the room, along with a snarky “Took you long enough,” from Jesper. Kaz nodded in acknowledgement of the blessings, and ignored Jesper’s comment. Inej appeared from the kitchen and approached Kaz. She handed him a steaming mug (one of a set of five gifted to the group by Inej, having each of their initials on it - this one was black with the letter ‘K’ painted in gold) of coffee.

“I made you this as soon as I heard you wake up. Everything okay?”

Kaz took the mug from her. “Thank you,” he said quietly, “I was just tired last night, I think.”

Inej’s eyes narrowed slightly as she regarded him. As though calling himself out for lying, Kaz turned quickly to the side with a sharp set of coughs which shook his chest. He could see the concern growing in Inej’s face, by the shine of her brown eyes and the furrow forming between her dark brows. “Maybe tea would have been better,” she observed, “but I know how much you hate being coddled, so just take care of yourself, alright?”

The taller man nodded stiffly as Inej returned to Jesper, Wylan, and Nina’s lively conversation. Kaz sighed and sat in his chair, allowing himself to relax a little as he listened to them talk - something about a fight in the bar the previous night. He hoped he wouldn’t have to deal with the aftermath of that. He sipped his coffee, throat half soothed by the drink’s warmth, half irritated further by the bitter taste. The steam wafting up from the mug made his nose threaten to start running, so he pawed at it absently with a gloved knuckle. The faint beginnings of a tickle began to bloom somewhere high, deep, behind the bridge of his nose. He continued rubbing at his nose to try and alleviate the sensation. However, his scrubbing made the tickle quickly worse, barely giving him a chance to think before he was sneezing again.

“-hh-haAHh’sSCHhuh! heh’sSHHhew! H-haahh…” He lifted his head gingerly from his elbow, only to find himself almost straight away gasping deeply as another sneeze made its presence known. “haAH’kKSHHhuuh!”

Kaz sniffled thickly as he received another round of blessings. Everyone except Inej resumed their animated conversation, who kept her eyes trained on Kaz. Kaz knew full well that he’d come down with a cold - and a viciously sneezy one, at that - but he wasn’t willing to admit it to himself, though he was fairly certain that Inej knew about it, somehow. She always did. The smaller girl shifted her chair closer to his, and she produced a box of tissues from under the coffee table, where it was always kept. Kaz looked down at it with supreme displeasure, then back at Inej with the same look. He sniffled a couple of times, thoroughly tempted by the tissues Inej was offering him. Instead of taking them, though, like any sensible person would, he sighed, stood up, and left the room. Kaz caught a faint, “What’s his problem?” from Nina as he turned to go back upstairs.

He swayed slightly on the first few steps, his head hot and fuzzy from standing up so quickly, but forced himself to regain balance, determinedly dismissing the screaming pain radiating from his leg. Finally, Kaz reached his office. He regretted stationing himself at the top of the building more than he cared to quantify. Not even a second after slumping down in his chair was Kaz building up to sneeze yet again. He didn’t much fancy the idea of sneezing into his shirt sleeve again, so he fought desperately against his hitching breaths and prickling nostrils while rummaging frantically through his desk drawers for a handkerchief. His hands shook gradually more and more as the need to sneeze doubled, tripled, quadrupled- then his fingers closed around what he was looking for: a neat square of burgundy fabric patterned faintly with an intricate floral design. Just to his luck, he sneezed, wet and harsh, just before the handkerchief reached his face.

“-hhuUHh’GKKTSHHhuh!” The explosion left a fine mist hanging upon the air in front of him. “Saindts,” he said, appalled at himself, then even further repulsed by the dense congestion in his voice. Annoyed, Kaz sniffed thickly, only to find that his whole head, particularly his sinuses, felt as though it's been packed tightly with cotton wool. Now in the privacy of his own office, he slipped off his gloves, lay back in his chair and huffs, dragging a finger under his nose, rather annoyed by how full it felt. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a cold as awful as this one, and Saints, it progressed fast. He recalled feeling perfectly fine the night before, maybe a sniffle here and there, but nothing more. Now he felt like someone was pinching his nose shut so he couldn’t breathe out of it, forcing him to swallow razor blades, and repeatedly kicking him in the side of the head. He was miserable. With another sigh, Kaz leaned forward and put his head in his hands, balls of his palms pressed firmly onto his eyes, forcefully willing away the headache he knew was well on its way. As if the agony in his head wasn’t enough, the itch in his nose reignited. Kaz lifted his head in annoyance and snatched the red handkerchief back up, just in time for-

“HehH’gkKTSCHHhiiew!” A very wet sneeze, so much so that he had to pinch the handkerchief over his face to wipe the mess from his face as he pulled away from it. “Ugh,” he breathed, grimacing in disgust. Kaz ran a hand through his hair, letting out an annoyed breath. He felt he ought to do something productive, even though he could hardly breathe through his nose and his head was pricking with the ominous threat of a migraine. Returning back to his desk drawers, Kaz produced a binder of paperwork and made a reluctant start on it.

He couldn’t put his heart into it, and his hand nearly refused to keep the pen in its grip, but he managed a fair stack of papers over the next hour, albeit an hour of abundant sniffles and scattered with rattling coughs. By the time he gave up trying to work, his head was pounding deeply, his throat was as raw as anything, and his nose felt stickier with congestion than ever. He thought he’d escaped the sneezing, but much to his dismay, he was hitching again with a ferocious prickle in his nostrils.

“haAHh’kKZSHHhuh! -aAH’KTSCHH-huh!” Two harsh sneezes, aimed lazily into a half-heartedly lifted arm (though most of it is directed into the open air to his side). His breath snagged again immediately after the double, but nothing happened. Kaz felt his brows draw closer together. He was stuck in a torturous, tickly limbo. He lifted his arm closer to his face, as though to coax the sneeze he so desperately needed with a comfortable landing spot - to no avail. In desperation, he shifted his blurry, watery gaze up to the light fixture on the ceiling. The itch climaxed and Kaz gasped deeply. Inej entered the room, pushing the door open in her usual quiet manner. Kaz sneezed, loud and grating.

“HaAHh’kKZZSCHHhuuh! Fucking…” Before he could say anything to Inej, he was dragged into a fit of tearing coughs, each of which feeling like knives against his already sore throat.

“Saints, bless you, Kaz,” said Inej, “That’s one hell of a cold you’ve got there.” Kaz looked up, about to ask how she knew about him being sick, but stopped himself. She always knew.

“You shouldn’t be in here,” he said to her, the rasp in his voice amplified tenfold, “I can’t get you sick.”

Inej smiled reassuringly. “You won’t get me sick. Just let me help you, okay?” Kaz hesitated, reluctant to accept her care. At last, he gave her a single, stiff nod. “I’ll fix you some tea, first off. It’ll help with that throat.” Inej disappeared from the room and down the stairs.

-

Inej headed downstairs and into the kitchen, where she put some water on to boil and got out the ingredients for one of her mother’s tea recipes, one meant to ease congestion and relax an inflamed throat - perfect for Kaz, she thought. While Inej waited for the water to boil, Nina came in.

“What’s up with Brekker, then?” she asked. Inej shook her head, almost in exasperation.

“He’s got a dreadful cold. Sneezing and coughing all over the place,” replied Inej. Nina tilted her head with sympathy.

“Bless him. Want me to see to him? I can probably help him out,” Nina offered, gesturing vaguely with her hands to indicate her Heartrender power. Inej shook her head.

“Thank you, but he’s reluctant to even let me in there with him.” Inej leaned against the counter. “He’s tiring, sometimes, Kaz,” she said with a sigh. Nina snorted.

“You can say that again.”

Inej smiled at her as the water finished boiling. “I’d better get to making his tea,” she said.

“Best hope he doesn’t die drinking something that isn’t pitch-black coffee, eh?” teased Nina, “Good luck with him. Let me know if you need any help, sweet.”

Inej nodded as Nina left the room with a little wave. She sighed again and began preparing the tea, a soothing floral blend with a teaspoon of honey stirred in. Inej picked up the mug and made her way back upstairs, careful not to spill any on her way up. She wondered why Kaz insisted on having his office on the top floor, what with his cane and everything.

When she reached Kaz’s room, she tapped on the door, then pushed it open slowly when she received no reply. Inej was met with a sight she didn’t expect - Kaz Brekker, asleep at his desk, head resting upon his folded arms. She’d hardly been downstairs ten minutes and he’d already fallen asleep. He must really not be feeling good, she thought with worry. Kaz’s breathing was soft, though slightly laboured due to congestion. Inej set the mug down on the desk beside him and returned to the door, unhooking his high-collared great-coat from the peg on the back of it. She draped it over his sleeping form, tucking it snugly around his shoulders. Then, she picked up a pen and a scrap of paper from the desk and wrote a note in her tidy handwriting - “Sorry if the tea is cold, I didn’t want to wake you. Feel better soon.” She signed off the note with a tiny love heart and placed it next to the mug. There wasn’t much else Inej could do, so she decided to head back downstairs. As she reached the bottom, she saw Nina again who cast her a puzzled glance.

“Asleep,” said Inej. Nina mouthed “Ah,” then offered her arm to Inej who gratefully looped her own arm through Nina’s.

“We’re playing blackjack in here, if you want to join us. It’s a bit… chaotic, though. Jesper doesn’t seem to know how to count to twenty-one.” Inej giggled at that, and allowed Nina to lead her into the living room.

The four of them played cards for a couple of hours, and Inej let her worries about Kaz ease during their rowdy games. Nina was right - Jesper kept insisting that seven and nine summed to twenty-one, despite Wylan repeatedly telling him that that actually makes sixteen. He also kept having to be reminded that an ace card doubles as both one and eleven, due to his uproar when Nina supposedly won with a ten and an ace. “But that only makes eleven!” he’d shouted amidst Inej’s giddy peals of laughter and Nina’s whoops of victory. After they finished what felt like their hundredth game, Inej lay back in her seat, face aching from grinning and her heart sufficiently full. Jesper and Nina announced that they were going to make dinner together (definitely a bad combination in the kitchen) and took off through the door. As they left, Wylan and Inej heard a sneeze echo through the Slat’s walls. Being two stories above them, the sound was muffled, but it was still evident that it was loud and harsh. They exchanged concerned glances. Inej sighed.

“He’s awake. I’d better go and check on him,” she said. Wylan nodded, muttering something about making sure the building doesn’t burn down, before hurrying off to the kitchen. Inej headed for the stairs, picking up the pace as another sneeze reverberated from above her. When she reached Kaz’s room, he was standing up, a hand braced against his desk to keep himself upright. He exploded into a fit of wracking coughs, the outburst topped off with a third wrenching sneeze.

“h-huuhh…heh-ehHH’ZZSCHHhiew!” He looked doubly exhausted afterwards. His nose was a brilliant shade of red by this point, and his eyes possessed a distinct glassy quality that wasn’t nearly as evident two hours prior.

“Kaz,” Inej said quietly.

“I’m- I’m okay,” said Kaz, voice hoarse from all the coughs and sneezes tearing up his throat.

“Kaz,” she repeated, voice still gentle but firmer than before. He sighed, shoulders sagging.

“Inej, I’m- I don’t-” He closed his eyes, sighed again, and continued, “‘m cold, head hurts, and I keep… keep-” His breath caught, “-s-sdeezihH-!” The tail end of his sentence was lifted by the need to sneeze, and he did so, into his elbow.

“h-haAHh’zZSHHhew! Ohh…” The sneeze conveyed perfectly the sheer exhaustion in Kaz’s bones to Inej.

“Saints’ blessings,” she said, head tilted in sympathy, “You really ought to get some sleep. Though, have you eaten today?”

Kaz paused, then shook his head hesitantly. “Oh, Kaz,” Inej said softly. She ponders for a moment, “Well, do you feel like eating anything?” He shook his head again, knuckling at his nose with one hand. Clearly, he noticed the way Inej deflated a little at his words, and said, voice thick with miserable congestion, “I cad try to… to eat somethidng.”

Inej smiled. “That’s good enough for me,” she said, “Jesper and Nina are cooking tonight - terrifying, I know -” she added upon seeing Kaz’s expression, “so I can bring you up a plate if you like?”

Kaz shook his head at her. “I haven’t moved from here all day, practically. I thidk my leg would just about give up if I didn’t move myself somewhere,” he said, still sniffling.

“Alright,” Inej replied, “Can I at least get you to blow your nose? You sound awfully stuffed up.”

“Fine,” Kaz said. Inej smiled softly again, and picked up the red handkerchief from his desk. “Ah- that’s, uh,” Kaz started. Inej’s brows lifted in realisation.

“Right,” she said, “I’ll get some tissues.”

-

Dinner went mostly uneventfully. Nobody paid much mind to Kaz’s affliction, for which he was very grateful. He couldn’t find his appetite - something he knew would upset Inej - so he spent most of the time pushing food around his plate with a fork, sniffling thickly all the while. Inej cast him a few sideways glances that he determinedly ignored. He’d already let his guard down enough. The congestion was still heavy in his head, forcing him to breathe through his mouth, which irritated his inflamed throat more than Kaz thought was even possible. That meant he had to force back a number of coughing fits throughout the meal. He found himself thoroughly distracted, and dare he say bored, while the others talked around him, though even if he wanted to, it wasn’t like he’d actually be able to get a word in edgeways. He was beginning to zone out, when suddenly, his nose began burning with an incessant tickle, one so fiery and abundant that there was nothing he could do to stop the oncoming outbursts. He pushed his chair quickly back from the table, chest heaving rapidly. The piercing squeal of the seat against the floor pulled four sets of eyes onto him, but he couldn’t be bothered to care that he was being watched for his nose was too busy practically twitching with need as he ducked desperately into the crook of his arm to muffle a series of sneezes.

“heh-haAH-hHH’KZZSCHHhiew! ‘hKXTSCHhuuh! haAh’gkKSCHH-huh! huUHh’kKXZSCHhew! ‘gGKTSCHHh!” Five sneezes burst from him, each one heavier and messier than the last. Once he was done, his chest was rising and falling in exhausted pants, and it was all he could do to hide his streaming nose behind his gloved hand. The table seemed stunned into silence, and for good reason - not one of them (not even Kaz himself) had ever witnessed him sneeze like that before. Kaz avoided meeting anyone’s gaze. Inej was the first to act, since she had thorough experience with sick Barrel bosses. She tapped his shoulder gently as he attempted to recover from the wrenching fit.

“I think it’s time you got some rest, hey?” she murmured to him. Kaz nodded vaguely, blearily. Inej stood up, then held her arms out as a caution for Kaz while he jerkily hauled himself out of his own chair.

Once they finally reached Kaz’s room, Inej sat him down on his bed.

“I’ll leave you to sort yourself out in a minute - I’m sure you don’t want me stripping you down and tucking you in,” she said with a wink, “How’s that head?”

Kaz lifted one shoulder in a half-hearted shrug. “Still hurts,” he mumbled tiredly. She nodded.

“I’ll get a glass of water, then. Do you mind if I check you for fever? I’d just have to touch your cheeks and forehead. It’s fine if not, though.” Kaz hesitated, looking wary, but finally he nodded. Inej sat down on the bed next to him and gently pressed the backs of her fingers to Kaz’s face, first to each of his cheeks, and then to his forehead. Throughout the process, she repeated to him, barely a whisper, “I’m here, you’re safe, we’re safe.” Her soft voice threatened to slide his eyes shut. She took her hand from his face.

“You’re a little warm, but it should clear up after you get some sleep.” Kaz nodded, eyes half-lidded as though he was about to drift off where he was sat. He knuckled gently at his nose again, but the touch teased two more sneezes out of him which he just barely caught in exhausted hands.

“heh-hehH’zZSHhiew! huh’tshHHhuh! Mmh…” Inej smiled sympathetically.

“Get yourself changed, okay? I can’t have you falling asleep in a shirt and tie. I’ll fetch that water.”

[ava-dambrosio]

"Care to join me?"

Matteo's deep-set chuckle resounded from Ava's phone, matching the happy look in his eyes as the newly reunited couple shared their morning FaceTime.

"Go ahead, baby, I'll follow," he replied smoothly, as if there wasn't some 1,300 kilometres between them. Beaming in response, she took a minute or two to carefully roll off her bed before making her way to her en suite bathroom.

Ava loved her home and everything about it. Designed specifically to fit both her specific taste and needs, it served as a sanctuary for a pilot whose work consisted of long-haul flights. Her bathroom was of no exception. It was where she could strip down — literally and figuratively — and cleanse herself of everything that weighed her down.

Stepping inside, she set her phone on the counter before taking her boyfriend through her morning routine as if he was really there with her. On a high from the recent developments of her relationship with Matteo, it was clear that the parents-to-be were making the most out of their long-distance relationship. 

Soon bare from head to toe, Ava's arm instinctively and naturally cradled her growing bump. Picking up her phone to move Matteo in the shower, she sat the device down next to her shampoo and conditioner. It was a good thing too, as the wall served as an immediate support for when a sharp pain struck her belly.

"Amore, what's wrong?" Matteo's concerned voice filled the air at once. "Are you okay? Is he getting heavy?"

Ava gritted her teeth, swallowing back the pain. Damn Braxton-Hicks, she thought, exhaling slowly to calm herself. She'd been feeling them on and off this past week but never quite this painful. Remembering that this was a normal occurrence during pregnancy, she explained this to Matteo in an effort to reassure him.

"It'll soon pass, don't worry," Ava said just as another shock of pain pierced through her, harsher than before. This time, she couldn't hide the sheer intensity as written on her face. "Hang on, my love, I need a minute..."

It took Ava several slow, deep exhales before she managed a soft sigh of relief. At last. The worst is over.

Matteo barely had a word in before Ava's attention shot to the corner of her eye. There, a stream of pink water was running down her pristine white tiles towards the drain below. Confused, she quickly looked around for its source. Nothing. Her shower was as clean as ever.

So, where?

The sound of the shower and Matteo's muffled voice soon melded in the background as Ava's heart began racing. More so when the colour deepened to a darker crimson hue that even fresh running water failed to dilute it.

No... It can't be... If it didn't come from anywhere else, then...

With shaky hands, Ava finally reached between her legs. There was no way it could be coming from her, she fought to believe. Her pregnancy had been smooth sailing thus far, even with all the outside stress she's had to endure. She had multiple ultrasounds and routine checks as proof!

But one lift of her hand, and her heart stopped at once.

"Matteo..."

***

Everything onwards was a blur. A dream. A nightmare.

It was a few hours after the incident when Ava found herself waking up in a room that was not her own. Disoriented, she looked around to find herself in the hospital. But why?

Suddenly, flashes of that morning came back in a rush of hazy snippets like ones from a horror movie. The all-too-innocent video call with Matteo. The shower. The blood. The ambulance. The operating room. The pain. The pain of having to deliver...

Ava's hand shot straight to her round belly, a natural maternal reflex to ensure her baby was okay. But it didn't feel the same. It didn't feel right.

"Hello?" Ava called out loud, groaning as she tried to sit up. Expecting to see a nurse pop in, she was surprised to see both her boyfriend in the flesh, with her brother beside him.

"Wh—... " She had so many questions, she didn't know where to start. "Why am I here?" She finally asked, scared to put the pieces together. "Why am I in the hospital?"

Glancing at Matteo first, then Adrian, then back to Matteo, Ava was growing impatient. Their silence was not helping her anxiety as it hiked higher and higher up her chest until she felt like she was suffocating all over again. "Is our baby okay?"

If they could only answer one question, please let it be that.

Matteo was the first to speak, his voice as somber as his face, as Adrian's face, and as the doctor's face when she came in and closed the door behind her, amplifying the already deafening silence. Ava wasted no time getting straight to the point.

"Dr Galanis," she spoke to her doctor with a tight smile. "With all due respect, can you please tell me what's going on? Why am I here, and how is my baby???"

Not wanting to agitate her patient further, the doctor crossed the room and stopped to stand at the foot of Ava's bed. It was finally time to answer her most pressing questions.

"You were rushed to the hospital today, heavily bleeding," Dr Galanis began. "They brought you straight into my OR so we could assess what was happening, and make sure you and your baby were all right. But upon further assessment, I found that you had experienced what we call a placental abruption," she explained, finally delivering the news she was most dreading. "It's when the placenta peels off the uterine wall before the mother is ready to give birth, thus preventing the baby from getting the nutrients and oxygen he or she needs to develop. And, without knowing when the abruption happened, or how long he's been without oxygen..."

The doctor has had to share the news to Matteo and Adrian earlier that day when Ava was asleep, resting. But now, it was time for the mother herself to hear every parents' worst nightmare come true.

"I'm so sorry, Ava..." the doctor said with great sorrow and deepest regret, "but your son—... he didn't make it."

[ellysiland]

⁽ take a deep breath, its okay, she can handle it. it just hurts a little, just a little. it's been worse before … ⁾ the first thing L.L. really should have done, after double checking cabbage's medicinal items, was to find some source of water for herself, for her congenital hydrophilia. but she had promised ada that she would take care of cabbage, that made him a priority, top priority even!! he couldn't take care of himself, she, as the new owner, had to be the one!!

speaking of the dog, bubblegum blue and pink hues slowly opened to stare at the whimpering pup ⁽ ouch, his prosthetic legs were digging into her thighs. but at least L.L. could feel that, she could focus on that and not the stabs she could feel all over her body ⁾ weakly, the sinner smiled, reaching a shaky hand over to cup cabbage's face. ❝ i—t's okay … just a little p—ain … ❞ L.L. just needed to compose herself, to not sit, curled up in an alley way and find herself a bottle or water. a vending machine, or even a shop should sell one.

��� she missed MANTY. she missed her first companion, it's adorable chirps of glee whenever a new guest would arrive in elysiland. it would know what to do. it would have told her to grab water, would have reminded her, would have— ⁾

❝ stop ... ❞ a whisper, L.L. closed her eyes and tucked her head back between her thighs, inadvertently pushing cabbage off her. the pup whined and whimpered, pacing around in circles, nudging the sinner's legs. nothing. no response other then stuttering breaths. seconds passed before the white dog shot out of the alley way, barking to anyone who would walk by, hoping to gain @nonewhisper 's attention.

[summerofsnowflakes]

Dancing with a Stranger (The Adventure of Mr. Grumpy and Sunshine) 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2.4K

Summary: You approach a handsome stranger in a bar and invite hime with you for a night of fun. The only catch is you won't give him your name.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption and lots and lots of fluff!

Dividers by the wonderful @firefly-graphics

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You were captivated by him all night, couldn’t take your eyes off of him. It was shameless, but he was even more gorgeous in person.

You knew who he was, Bucky Barnes, Captain America’s best friend. The infamous ex winter soldier was sitting at a bar in your neighbourhood, by himself, nursing a glass of scotch. 

And he looked damn delicious doing so. Dressed in all black, his short hair opened his face up to the world. The orange hue hanging over his head bounced off his sharp jaw. 

You’d been totally distracted all night long, barely noticing as your friends came and went throughout the night.  You were oblivious to everything, all because of him. 

“Okay enough.” Your friend announces, snapping her fingers in front of your face. “Go and speak to the brooding guy at the bar. 

“What?” 

“Don’t give me that look, you’ve been totally distracted all night. He’s not gonna chat himself up.” Your eyes flickered from her face to his, a bashful smile resting on your lips. 

“You’re right,” You huffed, bringing your drink to your lips and sipping slowly.  “But it’ll be so embarrassing if he turns me down.” 

“He’d have to be stupid to turn you down!” She laughed, “you just need a little more liquid courage, now drink up.” She pushed your cup back to your lips, forcing the alcohol down your throat. 

You pulled yourself out of your seat and strutted past your friends over to Bucky. Your friend shot you a wink on your way.

You plopped down in the chair closest to him, a shaky breath leaving your lips. You called the bartender over and ordered two drinks. 

You glanced to your right, pursing your lips as you built the courage to speak to him. He barely noticed your presence, swirling the liquor round in his cup mechanically. 

Nerves swirled in your stomach mixing with the alcohol, your body tingled with anticipation. You shot your friend a look over your shoulder, grimacing at her. 

She gave you an encouraging nod, mouthing words of encouragement. 

You turned to face him, just as the bartender dropped your drinks in front of you. “So ahh, you planning on finishing that drink any time tonight mister?” 

The angelic sound of your voice broke him out of his trance. He looked at you completely surprised to find you next to him, offering him the most beautiful smile he’d seen in years. 

“Huh?” His eyebrows knitted together. You giggled softly, repeating your question “Oh yeah, just finishing it up now. Do I know you?” 

“No, you don't know me.” You shook your head softly, “but I saw you sitting here, looking rather sad and I wanted to see if you want any company?” 

He cocked his head to the side, his eyes travelling up and down your body subtly. “You a hooker?” 

“Would it be an issue if I was?” You challenged, raising your eyebrows at him. You watched as he eyes widened, his cheeks dusted with pink embarrassment. “I’m just messing with you, I’m not.” 

“Sorry didn’t mean to assume, it just seems like something you’d say if you were.” He grumbled, gulping down the last of the burning brown liquid staining his glass. 

“No that’s fair, I can see how that sounded now.” You chuckled, sliding the spare glass of whiskey over to him. 

He stared at you absently, trying to work out if you were a friend or a foe. Despite being undecided, he took the glass from you and sipped on it slowly.  

“So uh, what do you want?” 

“You’re not very good with new people, are you?” You hid your smile behind the scotch glass as the fumes from the alcohol hit your slightly foggy brain. 

“Sorry, just a rough day and an even rougher week.” He sighed, bowing his head slightly. 

“Well I have a proposition for you.” You replied, he smirked at you, raising his eyebrow at you as you registered your own words. “Okay I know how that sounded again, but I am not a hooker.” 

His eyes flickered over your face, and nodded slowly. “I guess you’ve got my interests piqued, go on…” 

“How about, we spend the night together, in a totally platonic way. Just enjoy each other’s company, drink and try to help you forget whatever’s going on in your mind.” 

“That’s all you want from me?” 

“That’s it. Just two total strangers hanging out, no strings attached.” 

Bucky remained silent as he thought over your offer, it would be nice to spend the evening with a pretty woman such as yourself (no pun intended). 

“Okay I’m in.” He replied, holding his hand out to yours, “I’m B-” 

“Whoa wait! I have two rules, one to ensure no strings and the other to ensure maximum fun.” 

“Okay…”  

“We don’t share our real names, it’s easier to enjoy the night if we know nothing about the other person.” You announced, “and you have to say yes to everything tonight.” You took a swig of the awful brown liquid still sitting in the bottom of your glass. 

“Okay, I can accept the terms, but what do we call each other?” There was almost a real smile on his face as the question slipped out. 

A fresh set of giggles slipped out of your mouth, leaning into his personal space carefully. “Well I think I’m going to call you Mr. Grumpy, you can call me whatever you want.” you grinned, shooting him a wink. 

An actual laugh slipped past his lips, it was music to your ears. “Okay fair enough, sunshine.” 

You bit your lip at the nickname he’d settled on, you liked it way more than you were willing to admit. Your heart squeezed, knowing it was going to be difficult to say goodbye in a matter of hours. 

“First things first, I need you to finish your drink and then I think we need to do a tequila shot.” 

He downed his drink, ordered two shots for you. You let him do his one first. Bucky winced and scrunched his nose up until he’d got the lime in his mouth. 

You follow shortly behind him, slowly lapping up the sand pit of salt on the top of your hand, quickly downing the liquid and leaving the lime untouched. 

“Impressive stuff, sunshine.” 

“Thanks, I’m kind of known for my tequila drinking skill amongst my friends.” You smiled proudly. 

“I think you’d get on really well with a buddy of mine.”

“That so?” 

“Definitely, he’s always the first one at the party to get the shots lined up.” He smiled fondly at his memories. 

“So, shall we get out of here and go to another bar?” You smirked at him, knowing the answer. 

“Well I’m not in a position to say no now, am I? He sighed, his lips curling into a matching smirk. 

“Not really, now come on.” You jumped up from your seat, leading him out of the bar. 

As you left, you sent a small wave to your group of friends, noticing the excitement coming from the table as you walked by with the very handsome man.  

You stumbled into a new bar across the street from where you’d met, his beefy frame following behind you closely. 

Bucky didn’t know what to think of you, but his body was drawn close to yours, your perfume was intoxicating. He’d happily follow your smile around all night, if you kept looking at him. 

He was so lost in the idea of you, he hadn’t noticed you’d pulled him into a karaoke bar. 

The tone deaf symphony coming from the far corner of the bar was overwhelming, his ears threatening to bleed. 

“Why this place?” He grumbled, but you hadn’t heard him, you were too busy making your way over to the bar. 

You barely noticed the horrible noises coming from bar goers, who couldn’t sing if their lives depended on it. 

You handed him another drink, completely unaware that the alcohol had no effect on him. 

“So what are you thinking for my first dare?” Bucky asked curiously, eyeing you up carefully. 

You hummed, grinning wildly at him, “how do you feel about singing in public?” 

“Not. Great.” Bucky sighed. 

“That’s too bad, come on Mr. Grumpy. Let’s go pick a song to sing.” There was a big chance that he was going to walk out of the bar, maybe you’d pushed too far too quickly. But it didn’t stop you from holding  your hand out to him expectantly. 

He reached out, lacing your fingers together, your heart was racing erratically at the action. 

“I’m choosing the song.” He grumbled, pulling you through the crowd. 

Despite his initial resistance, Bucky got into the swing of the night, you’d sang a pretty awful rendition of I will survive by Gloria Gaynor together and the crowd ate it up. You saw by the change in his grumpy features that he had loosened up. 

The second dare was to dance along to horrible singers of the night. No one else in the bar was dancing but that made it all the more fun and you were surprised at how well he could dance. 

The final dare you’d set him was to kiss a stranger. You’d been holding out hope that as soon as those words left your lips that you’d find yourself wrapped in his arms, feeling the soft press of his lips. 

You tried your best to hide the disappointment settling in your stomach as he stalked over to another woman in the bar and planted his lips on hers. 

It was the purest form of torture, you longed to take her place, Bucky never broke his gaze away from you as his lips moved in synch with someone else. 

You bit down your jealousy as he made his way back to you. “That was… a lot of tongue.” He muttered, sounding completely traumatised. 

You chuckled softly, “you didn’t like that, Mr. Grumpy?” 

“Not really, no.” He shuddered.  

The woman he’d just kissed staggered onto the stage, “I’d like to dedicate this to the man of my dreams, who I just met this evening.” She hollered, her lips were too close to the mic and the interference bellowed through the bar. 

The beginning beat of Teenage Dream by Katy Perry started to play through the speakers and you fell into a fit of giggles. 

“Oh my…” You fell back in your chair, hands covering your face as she sang off key. 

“You want to get out of here, sunshine? His blue eyes pleaded with yours desperately.   

“Oh I guess so, I was really enjoying the song though.” You smirked, “let’s go.” You and Bucky slipped out of the bar unnoticed by the woman who was singing her out to him. 

The cold air hit you all too quickly, your head was fuzzy from all the alcohol you’d thrown back over the night.  A soft bubble of giggles slipped past your lips as Bucky stood in front of you. 

“You okay, sunshine?” 

“I’m good, I’m just a little buzzed, I think I might need to call it a night.” You sighed. 

“Oh, okay. Let me walk you home though, yeah?” 

“Okay.” 

You wandered along the street peacefully beside him, his hand brushing against yours with each step. Bucky’s body trembled softly as he bit down his embarrassment and linked his gloved pinky finger with yours. 

You peered down at your linked bodies, chancing a glimpse up at him out of the corner of your eyes and smiled happily. Bucky stared straight ahead, pretending nothing had changed at all. 

“Thank you for tonight, you really turned my day around.” He broke the silence, slipping his fingers between yours more firmly. 

“What can I say, I’m a sucker for a random act of kindness.” You smiled, bumping your shoulder into his softly. 

“Plus, my friends were getting so annoyed at me for making twinkly eyes at you from across the bar all night.” 

You snorted, covering your mouth with your free hand. Bucky couldn’t help but laugh with you. “You were?” 

“Oh my god, did I say that out loud?” 

“Yes, you did.” 

“I’m such an idiot, I’m sorry Mr. Grumpy.” 

“No need to apologise, it was a nice thing to hear.” 

The bashful heat that had taken over your entire body subsided, replaced with a calmness. “Well then, I guess you’re welcome.” You muttered softly. You stopped in your tracks as you noticed the bakery you lived above, across the road.  

“Well this is my street and in the interest of keeping things anonymous, I think we should leave each other here.” You smiled up at him sadly. 

“You got it, sunshine.” The disappointment was evident in his voice. 

You stare into each other’s eyes, barely noticing the quick change in the weather’s tide above you. The heavens opened up above, rain poured over the two of you. 

“Oh shit.” You said at the same time, running to the nearest doorway. You’d only been out in the rain for a minute and yet you were soaked through to the bone. 

“You okay?” Bucky asked, his body was so close to yours, as you huddled in the doorway. 

“Yeah, that’s definitely one way to sober up.” You giggled, falling forwards, Bucky caught you, placing his hands on your waist. 

His eyes flickered down to your lips and then back up to your eyes and let out a shaky breath. “I have something I want to ask you, but you can say no if you want.” 

“What?” 

“Can I kiss you?” 

“Yes.” You breathe as he crashed his lips down onto yours, he tasted like whisky and heaven. He nose nudged against your as he peppered kisses to your lips.  

Bucky never wanted it to end, he was certain he’d fallen for you in a matter of hours. He wants to see you again, even if it is against your rules.

You pulled apart slowly, and smiled at him. “Not too much tongue for you?” 

“The perfect amount.” he replied, pressing his lips to yours once again. 

“I should go, maybe I’ll see you around sometime, sunshine. If not, it was lovely meeting you.” 

“You too, Mr. Grumpy.” 

You watched as he walked back into the rain and down the street, sighing as he left. You didn’t make any efforts to move, tracing your lips where Bucky had just been, your lips tingling deliciously. 

Bucky sprinted back to you, praying you hadn’t disappeared yet. “Good you’re still here. I can’t leave things this way. My name is Bucky Barnes and I want to see you again, sunshine.” 

You grinned at him, stepping down towards him, “I live across the street, you wanna come upstairs and get dried off, Bucky?” 

“Absolutely.”

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Retirement.

Summary: Blood is something Bucky has grown used to but when he's covered in yours, he's sick. Don't worry, happy ending!!

Warning/Content: almost death, getting shot in the head, Bucky cries but finally gets everything he deserves 😅

Paring: Bucky Barnes x female reader

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"Buck -" The rasp comes from the piece in his ear, he barely hears it as bullets that wiz past the surface of his head and bounce off the ground. He's out of breath, gasping as he find shelter behind an abandoned car, pressing the piece closer.

"What is it? Did you get in?" He pauses, "We need those files."

"Buck, he has a gun, he has me. Compromised." His heart is already unsteady and those words only make it beat faster. A pit forming in his stomach instead, he hears a male voice in the background.

"Who has a gun?" The silence makes his brows crease, heart drop as his voice cracks. "Answer me!"

"He wants to know where you are and what files you want." Bucky let's out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding at the sound of your voice.

"Tell him, give him the drive." There's no hesitation in his voice. There nothing in this world he wouldn't do to save you, nothing else mattered. Not the mission and definitely not the data.

But you know this, he's hard headed but instead of listening to Bucky you decide to test the waters. Looking up at the man which isn't hard, he has you on your knees, hands out in front of you but a gun inches from your head. "He said fuck off, if you shoot me you'll never know."

"What are you doing? Give him the drive, now." The growl that emphasizes the last word would usually be enough to have you shaking, but you don't give. Despite how rough he sounds, he tries to soften it "That's an order, give it to him sweetheart."

"Oh, he said fuck off again."

Bucky body runs hot, adrenaline pumping through his veins, warming his entire body as makes a b-line for the building you disappeared into a short while ago. "Give him the fucking drive."

It's useless, he hears rustling and talking but nothing he can understand but that's until he hears you talk to fast he can barely understand. "Office, we are in the first office second floor."

It's music to his ears, a second of relief but he feels dizzy as the found of a gun going off through the comlink almost paralyzes him.

"Fuck!" He yells, as he calls your name repetitively but there is no answer.

Nothing can stop him, he's running so fast he can barely register. It's all a blur, up the stairs through the main office until the stench of blood greets him.

There you are, lifeless and surrounded by your own blood.

His hands grasp gently grasping your head, blood seeping through his gapped fingers as good heart drops. "No..no." he mumbles to himself, managing to turn you over. It's hard to breath, he can't even think, see over the tears that blue his vision. A large lump forming in his mouth, it seals his throat.

There's too much blood to see anything, it soaks your scalp and mats into the hair around it. His fingers blindly look around for an exit wound but nothing is there, instead his focus falls to the rise and fall of your chest, still breathing.

Eyelashes flicker again cheekbones, disoriented and confused as Bucky let's out a sign of relief while you crunch your nose together in pain. He takes a second, just one to lay his head on top of yours and thank anything - anyone.

"Where does it hurt? I can't see, your bleeding too much baby.." Bucky watches as your eyes flicker from his steel blues and your hand reaches up to run a knuckle again his jaw, feeling the course fine hairs there. "Hey, listen to me, where does it hurt?"

Following the path of your shaky fingers he lets out a sigh of relief, the bullet managed to just graze the side of your head. The spot is hot under his trembling plam, beginning to scab and the hair is ripped away but he feels so thankful in that moment.

"He missed." It's not funny but both of you can't help but laugh as your sense of mind is returning. Hues of yellow and blue already forming under both of your eyes, no doubt from the head trauma.Bucky feels one of your hands push against his chest which he responds by tightening his core.

"Get off, I'm fine."

The look he gives you is filled with annoyance, eyes widening as if he can't believe the words that came out of your mouth, especially since his pants are wet and sticky seeing he is actually kneeling in a pool of blood.

"Are you crazy? You will bleed out." Bucky is quick to rip a piece of material from a nearby blanket, wrapping it tightly around your head but keeps pressure with his palm. "You need to get stitched up before you bleed out."

"I'm fine." Trying to push him away again but the look he gives is warning enough so you don't fight him as one arm slip underneath your knees, and then other supports your head against his chest.

"Scared me." Is all he manages to mumble as he starts his ascend towards stairs, a small kiss pressed against the uninjured part of your head. It's gentle, filled with so many words as his lips linger there, more so to reinsure that the skin is warm, full of color and lively. "Don't ever do that again, please."

"Bucky I couldn't just give it to them." Something is placed into his coat pocket while you tap it with a small smile. Hooded eyes weak, threatening to close with every passing second. "So I didn't, it's safe, the morons didn't even bother to search me."

Great, the mission is still ago but he's frowning. "I don't care about the mission. I care about you risking your life for some file, you disobeyed my orders I told you to give it to them and to tell them. If that bullet was an inch closer you would have died."

Silence feel over the pair, nothing else to be said because Bucky was right. The agreement was Bucky was in charge, in order for you to come everything would be up to him, especially because you weren't supposed to be there in the first place.

"I'm sorry, Buck." Guilt creeping over, pressing a small kiss to the underside of his jaw. Small tears beginning to blur vision but you're not sure if it's from the look of disappointed and fear that line his handsome features or that fact that you were that close to death and blood is soaking threw the make shift bandage and trailing down the side of your head. "I should have listened."

"I need a medic." Bucky brings his wrist to his lips before laying his cheek against the top of your own. The heavy, swish of air from the helicopter does little to him, he still stands confident and strong as he speaks.

"Don't cry, doll. I'm not mad, I promise." He pauses but you can feel his hands trembling, heart pounding inside of his chest. "Just scared, I'm covered in your blood and i hate it."

***

He was right, from head to toe, smeared across his face and dying his hands pink even after scrubbing them effortlessly in the shower does little to get it off. The smell of your blood is still fresh, enough to crinkle his nose with distaste. Every time he looks down it's a reminder that he almost lost you.

When he enters the bedroom with a towel around his waist you look up, head still spinning but now the wound is stitched up, white bandages knotted behind your head. After the initial shock left your system you notice the side affects, right below where the bullet grazed, your right ear is ringing. You can hear anything and honestly, the doctors couldn't give a definite answer if it will ever come back.

"How your head, did the medicine start working yet?" Bucky asks, throwing on a pair on underwear and doesn't bother with anything else.

With a defeat huff you shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut as the bright light of the bathroom hurts. Bucky notices and shuts it off before curling up into the bed, legs entangling with your own as he presses a soft kiss against your neck.

A few more soft ones pressed against your cheeks, the warmth gathering the few tears that slip from your eyes. A hand runs through the soft strands of the involved side of your head, a soft hum of comfort vibrates against it. "Shhhh, it's going to be okay sweetheart."

As the underside of his hand comes back up to comfort you the pink hue catches his attention once again and a frown fills his features.

"I don't want to say this..." his words are rushed and desperate but he can't keep it in any longer. "Every time I close my eyes I see you there, in your own blood. I can't shake the feeling of your blood oozing through my fingers."

Bucky is never one to hold his partner back and to be honest he thinks you're one of the best agents he's ever met, skilled and smart but none of that will matter if you are dead. "I don't want you going on active missions anymore."

"You don't get to decide that." You argue, he fears the worse as your head moves from his hand, no longer seeking the comfort. "You can't do that."

"I need piece of mind, you're the only person I have left." He argues. The bright moon creates just enough light to illuminate one side of your face through the window. Eyes are black and blue and red shot, a popped vessel on the corner of your right eyes almost swells it shit. They're also puffy, no doubt from the wound and all the crying. In pain, agonizing pain, who knew getting shot in the head would give you such a bad headache? His soft hands find you again, pulling you close and gently for you face him.

One hand slides over the skin of the back of your arm, squeezing the muscle there as he presses an experimental kiss against your lips in fear you'll pull away. You couldn't if you tried, pull away that is. The smell of his soap overrides any other sense, his skin is soft and warm, his lips gentle as he strokes your hairline, pushing the hair away from your forehead. "I didn't say you have to stop, just be more careful about it, no more active missions but you can go after, make the arrests, still get in on the action."

"So let everyone else do the hard work while I sit on the sidelines? That not who I am."

"Please." He sounds desperate, blue eyes roaming over the soft features of your face, the wrinkle of irritation pinching lines between your forehead, the curve of your nose to the fullness of your lips. Beautiful, breathtaking, he's never loved something so much before. The fact that you're still laying next to him, breathing makes him want to cry.

So he does, unwanted tears fall in a messy, zig-zagged pattern as he hiccups. A soft, small hand finds his head, the buzz cut smooth under finger-tips.

"Bucky, baby.."

"I have lost everyone. My parents, my friends... Steve. I don't want to loose you either." A sound so sad, choked up and stuttering jumps his chest as he cries into your neck.

It's long over due, he refuses to speak about it. The last year of his life as been challenging to say the least, he's trying to adapt but struggling. Coming to terms of what he's done over the last 70 years but also learning how to love again, how to become human again.

Steve still haunts his dreams, his best friend, the man who saved him from Hydra, from everything is now gone. The one person who has been constant, his backbone but now he's finding that in you and honestly, his heart cant take much more.

"It's alright Buck, I'm not leaving you. I promise, I'm right here." It doesn't help, his heart his burning, chest crushing under the pressure of tears. The ball of emotion and growing and growing in the back of his throat, making it hard to speak. "You can't leave me.. you can't."

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm okay."

"You're not okay, you can barely keep your eyes open. You have a gun shot wound in the side of your head! I felt it, your blood stains my hands. It's all I can smell. I thought you were dead... I can't take it."

What If he didn't miss? If Bucky had found you lifeless and cold?

"It's okay." You rub soothing circles to the middle of back, letting him cry it out. He needs it, he needs to talk about his problems, grow from them.

"What If we both stop?" Bucky's words silence you, "No more missions, we find a home, settle down. Just me and you."

The thought had crossed your mind more than once, a peaceful place to call your own with the man you love. Who knows what would happen? There's no doubt the pair of you would be bored out of your minds but can also gets jobs to fill the void, teach self defense classes.. start a family.

The thought alone makes your heart pound, so filled with love. "I want a normal life.. it's all I ever wanted. I can't imagine it with anyone else but I also need you safe. We can...." He's hesitant, not sure if they're the right words. "We can get married, get a home.. leave all this behind."

It's all so much, his words mix with the ache in the side of your skull but you don't need to think twice. The promise of Bucky forever is impossible to pass up on. "Yes."

"Yes to what?" Bucky's breathing is normal now, a few stray tears soaking your skin but his chest doesn't move. Like he's not breathing because he'll miss the words you say.

"All of it, to being your wife, to starting a normal life with you." After everything Bucky has been through, it's the least he deserves and you're going to give it to him. As his smile grows against your skin, you're breathless. Heart beating rapidly against his own and you swear you fall in love all over again.

[thesunicarusfellfor]

Mortal of Gold - Part 4

(Yandere!C!Techno x GN!Shy!Reader x Yandere!C!Philza)

Shorter than my normal chapters, but I want to make the story a little longer chapter-wise. I get into the habit of writing 20k length chapters and I NEED to get out of that habit before I go into severe burnout.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

TW: Mention of amnesia, memories being altered, panic attack, manipulation

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You were sitting on the couch with a glass cup filled with tea in between your hands, your (e/c) eyes flicking between the two immortal gods that were seated across from you. Techno was lazily slouching against the back of his chair, reading a crimson coloured book he had just randomly conjured up when you weren’t looking, meanwhile, Philza was casually feeding a few of the berries that were on one of the cakes to Chat, “Now, where do we begin?”

“The… Beginning?” You couldn’t help how your voice sounded a bit shaky. Well, you were in a room with no memory of who you were, and only a slight knowledge of the two men in front of you. One of them was more than a little intimidating, while the other was extremely unbothered and carefree, but they were both still scary in their own way.

“I suppose that’s fair,” Phil gave a soft chuckle, his voice almost a laid back and lazy as he was but also had a twinge of sadness intertwined in his voice, “Well, I can tell you that you’re (Y/n) (L/n). That’s a good start. Now, I won’t be able to tell you everything you want to know right away. Your mind is still extremely fragile from just waking up after being asleep for two months.”

“Then… What caused it? My memory loss I mean…” You watched as Philza became visibly saddened at the tone of your voice, “Please? Or… At least who was I before my memory loss?”

Technoblade looked up from his book, glancing over at his old friend curiously. The avian sighed softly, taking a moment to gather his words as he took a drink from his cup, “You were... An offering to us. Your village, in exchange for safety, offered the most stunning mortal in the village. Crossing over from the Mortal world was too much of a strain for your mind, but that's not important. You belong to us now, darling..."

Technoblade sat up, staring at his friend in shock from behind his glasses, “You-You actually told them that?” He stuttered in complete shock and awe that his friend actually had the guts to lie to you, “But-But I thought-”

Philza silenced Techno by a single glance, leaving the piglin to stutter to himself while sitting up straight, but the hat-wearing male caught sight of the grin that split across the Piglin's cheeks, "Don't worry, we'll treat you well, mate..." He smiled at you but quickly noticed how your breathing picked up.

Techno and Phil watched you like a hawk. They watched as the hue quickly seeped from your (s/t) skin... Leaving behind a pale grey that almost seemed to make a mockery of the beautiful colour your features once were, "Phil... They're gonna pass out again." Techno warned softly, shutting his book after placing a marker between the pages, "I don't think we should've told them that so quick..."

"Mmm... They seem to be going into shock again..." Phil murmured back to his old friend, "I hope that they don't faint..."

Your mind was blank.

Sure, these two gods were heavily attractive in their own ways, but you had little to no memory of them and now they were saying they owned you! Your lips were moving, but no words were coming out, while you were faintly aware of the murmuring coming from the pink-haired male and ruffling of feathers coming from the avian.

Slowly, you felt the porcelain cup be taken from between your shaking hands and a gentle but calloused hand quickly replaced it, “(Y/n)...” Philza cooed gently and a rush of ice flooded through your veins, but… It was calming, “I know… But we’re going to take it one step at a time…” Looking down, you saw his hand had a silvery sort of glow coming off of it. Was he the cause of the icy feeling in your veins? Oh! Right… He’s a god.

You were in the presence of… gods…

It burned... Oh, gods, it burned...

Now what exactly burned wasn't clear in your mind, or what was causing it for that matter. You just wanted it to stop.

Run... Run...

Were... Were you screaming?

"Perhaps... This lie wasn't the most calming... Techno, please knock them out again. The sleep spell won't work twice in a row."

Wh-What?

It was soothing... You almost felt like you were floating in a way. It left you dizzy while also leaving you clearheaded at the same time... While you felt extremely light and airy, your arms and head were heavy enough to where you couldn't lift them in the slightest...

“(Y/n)?”

Who was that?

...Was that you?

That seemed to ring a bell in your mind, but not as loud as a clock tower. Instead, it was similar to a small decoration bell, quiet... Yet audible.

"(Y/n)... Please, come back to us..."

I'm trying...

You tried to speak to the disembodied voice but quickly discovered that your jaw would not move...

Mentally exhaling, you pursed your lips and closed your eyes again. Wake up... Wake up... Wake up, (Y/n)!

Save me...

Whatever gods are listening...

Save me... Please!

As if the gods themselves heard your desperate pleas, a golden and silver light invaded your vision, only seeming to get brighter and brighter without any sort of mercy. Shutting your eyes tightly... You became enveloped in icy cold wind and a burning hot warmth...

Protection... Safety...

"(Y/n)?"

With a small gasp, your eyes shot open and you saw two figures invading your vision, while also successfully blocking you from the light that was trying to seep through the silk chiffon curtains caging you in.

"Morning, darling." The male with golden braided hair and inhuman blue eyes staring down at you with a loving fondness. On top of his head was a large hat that was decorated with white and green stripes, thin golden chains and coloured beads dangling from the brim, "What's that look for?" He asked, large appendages covered in black silky feathers fluffing up every so often.

"You look... Confused..." Murmured the other male. This one was much taller than the blond, and as well as plenty more muscular, but his pink braided hair was an excellent accent. The golden crown on his head, his tusks coming from his lower jaw... and even the darkened eyes behind the cracked glasses framing his face... Nothing about him looked human as well.

You think... You would remember such strange-looking beings...

"Who... are you?"

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[hurtthemgently]

Part3

masterlist

This one’s kinda short

Vampire whumper, creepy/intimate whumper, faerie whumpee

The morning glare shot through the windows, blinding Ceran and waking him at the same time. He’d left the blinds open on purpose, knowing that faeries are usually awake during the day. It still irritated him, even with his own immunity to sun, and the special tint on all the windows in the house.

He sluggishly got dressed and decided to find something for his new guest to eat. The choices were an unopened box of cereal or some havarti and crackers. He opted for the latter, projecting his dislike of dry foods.

Quietly opening the door, he paid attention to the slow rise and fall of the covers. The faerie lay on the bed in the corner of the room, where Ceran had carried them after they had fallen asleep on his couch.

He gingerly set the plate on the nightstand and sat on the bed, careful not to wake his sleeping guest.

Sometime during the night, the faeries glamour had worn off. Their ears had turned pointed, and their skin gained a greenish hue. Most noticeably were the pair of long thin wings sprouting from their back.

He wasn’t quite sure how faerie glamour worked, but he’d carried the fae around earlier and hadn’t felt any wings on their back, nor had he felt the points of their ears when he traced over them yesterday. The only reason he even knew that they were fae was their smell, so unlike any human. He’d met an ancient and powerful faerie once, and never forgot the intoxicating scent, faint and unintrusive, but sweet and almost earthy.

They stirred, turning their head slightly, and he leaned to get a better look at their face. They hadn’t changed their appearance much with the glamour, only the greenish tint and extra extremities that clearly indicated they weren’t human. The antenna included. The opalescent green contrasted against their dark emerald hair.

He brushed his hand up against their cheek and they sleepily leaned into the touch.

They smiled and looked up at him, before their eyes widened with realization. They scrambled to get away, backing themself up against the headboard.

“Good morning love,” Ceran grinned tiredly, in a way that he knew showed off his fangs.

“I’m not your love”

“Coulda fooled me, the way you cuddled into my arms yesterday”

The faerie went pink remembering how they’d behaved. “I was panicked and exhausted and you took advantage of me”

“I must ask, do you fall apart so at every little pain? What happens if you sprain your ankle? Do you fall to the floor and spend the rest of the day in shambles?” The fae glared at their captor, who moved closer and reached a hand towards them.

“You’re sick.” The faerie spat, raising their knees to shield themself. “You’re disgusting”

The vampire chuckled. “Insulting me might not be the best course of action, when you’re completely at my mercy like this.” He retreated, he’d had his fun. “I couldn’t find much in the way of food. I’m planning on going shopping so let me know what you like.” He tapped the edge of the plate and left the room, leaving the door open.

The fae closed their eyes tightly, breathing soft and shaky. They could get out of this, they just need to stay calm

[emmies-archives]

-Haikyuu and drunk sex-

fem!reader x sub!characters - oikawa, nishinoya, kita-

Warnings: Nsfw, aged up characters, fem & dom reader, drinking, drunk sex, degradation, public sex, car sex, praise kink, pegging, anal(male receiving), mommy kink, nipple play, handjob, slight dacryphilia-

A/N: how have I never written for kita... pls he’s so precious. and uhhh I wrote most of these on my phone in a car, so bear with me if its shit, or if there are typos..

-Oikawa Toru-

-He’d been all over you all night. Everywhere you went in the large house, you were sure to see Oikawa just behind you, stumbling slightly as he walked up to you asking if you’d want to leave and find somewhere better for the nth time of the night.

It was honestly a little cute, despite the constant annoyance flaring in your chest when he spoke. His cheeks seemed to be stained a light shade of pink as he spoke to you, a string of compliments falling from him as and attempt to flirt. If he wasn’t so.. persistent, maybe you would’ve been a little nicer toward him. 

When you mirrored his teasing tone his head dropped slightly, the tips of his ears turning a shade darker. It was as if he didn’t expect you to return his advances, and he definitely didn’t expect to be wrapped around your finger just from a few soft touches.-

 “Awe, you can’t take it, Toru ? What happened, you were acting like such a little slut earlier, you change your mind?” He shivered as your hot breath ghosted against his cold skin.

A camouflage of pinks and red hues dusted his face and chest, his eyes trained on yours as they picked apart the darkness swimming in them now.  

The way you stared down at him, like he was merely yours to use for the night, it excited him. More than it should’ve. But at the same time, it took his breath away.

“M’fine.”

It was all he could managed to get out, head swimming from the few drinks in his system and your expert touches. His breathing was shaky and uneven as you lowered yourself on his life length slowly. It was too slow. You knew he wanted more, his need was practically written on his face as it contorted from the slightest bit of pleasure.  

But you weren’t going to give into the quiet whines slipping from his lips, or the way he desperately gripped your waist as you pulled away from him, leaning back as you moved your hips against him.

You were going to hold him to his promise to ‘show you a good time’, something he probably used on every girl at the party.

You watched his eyes fall to your hand, fingers rubbing slow circles against your clit, only snapping up to your face when you moaned lowly.

He wanted- needed more of you, the slow pace of your hips was driving him crazy. He couldn’t move, you gave him no room to jut up into you, pinning his hips against the seat. Your complete control on him was almost addicting, even if it wasn’t enough.

“Please, more, need more s’not enough. Want to fuck you.”

Oikawa’s words were slurring even more then before, eyebrows furrowing and eyes filling with tears as he begged, his whines growing louder as you ignored him. He didn’t even deserve to make you feel good, let alone have you fuck him like he wanted you to. After bugging you all night shutting up and taking what you gave him was the least he could do.

Gripping his jaw tightly you jerked his head up from the seat, leaning in close as you did. Your voice was nearly dripping with the annoyance he filled you with yet again.  

“Don’t forget, you’re not doing anything here, Toru. I’m the one fucking you, and well if it’s not enough… you better ask me nicely to help you out, or I’ll be happy to find someone else to show me a good time.”

-Nishinoya Yuu- 

-His actions were growing bolder, even bolder than his normal self. He sat on the couch next to you, drinking down another shot. You lost count of how many he had done already; the game of truth or drink had been finished for a while now. He hadn’t even needed to take any shots, answering any questions that you had with ease.

It didn’t come to a surprise to you when he started to get clingy, leaning his head against your shoulder as you talked about whatever he had on his mind. An arm slipped around your side and he hugged himself into you, grinning up at you when you rolled your eyes.

His face was flushed slightly from the liquor, eyes shut as he leaned into you further. He was so adorable; you couldn’t find it in yourself to say no when he asked you so nicely to fuck him. -

 “You’re so fucking gorgeous, mommy. So, so pretty.” Nishinoya breathed out as he leaned forward, pressing his hands against your stomach. Looking down at you through lidded eyes as he bounced himself on your strap.

His eyes were fixed on your breasts, one of his hands sliding up to play with one. His breath was shaky as he tried his best to get himself off, but it was getting harder. The way his head swam as he bounced was no help in chasing the bit of pleasure he could barely give himself.

He knew you didn’t like him touching his cock when he rode you, and he tried his best. But he needed your help, and you could tell. His movements stuttered, eyes dropping from you as a slight burn spread across his cheeks, he wanted to do it just like you asked him to, just like he wanted in the beginning.

“Baby boy,” You spoke softly, placing a hand on his gently, the other gripping his hips to stop his faltering movements. “Do you want mommy to help you? You don’t have to be shy, sweetheart, want me to make you feel good?”

He only nodded slowly meeting your eyes once more, finding comfort in the softness they held, the embarrassment building in his chest before faded a little.

Switching positions, your fingers slowly dragged up the back of his thigh as you pushed his knees into him. His breathy moans from before growing louder as you wrapped your fingers around his length, smiling down at the angry drooling tip. Gathering the precum with your thumb, he pushed his hips up into your hand, wanting to feel more.

“Good job, baby. You did so good for mommy, you can relax now, I’ve got you.” Gripping his hand as he reached out to you, pressing a small kiss to each knuckle as you thrust into him. He was being such a good boy for you, trying his hardest to listen to you before.

He nodded sucking in a sharp breath when you mirrored the rhythm of your hips with stroking his length, ignoring the need building in your core at the look on his face. His mouth hung open slightly, eyebrows furrowed as he tried to keep his eyes open, wanting to see you as you fucked him.

“Thank you-ngh, feels s’good.” His words slurred as they mixed with his loud moans, head falling back as you quickened your pace. He couldn’t hold himself back when he was drinking, the pleasure overwhelming him, especially if you fucked him like this. His hands gripped the sheets next to his sides tightly, the burn in his legs as you folded him perfectly pushed him even closer to the edge. “M’close, can I cum, please, please wanna cum.”

“Go ahead, pretty boy. Cum on mommy’s cock for me, don’t hold yourself back baby.”

-Shinsuke Kita- 

-You noticed his eyes on you all night, or well since you got to the party. But he stayed with his friends for most of it. Not making any advances or doing anything but smiling softly when you met his eyes. You could tell by his flushed face and the way he walked, or stumbled slightly, that the drink in his hand wasn’t his first one of the nights.

He looked so cute, glancing across the room at you every few minutes, like he wanted to talk to you but couldn’t find the courage to do it. When you walked up to him to find out just why he’d been looking at you so much, his eyes widened and he couldn’t quite form the right words, whether it was from your sudden attention on him or the drinks you weren’t sure.

He took your offer to get some fresh air, following you out onto the porch that wrapped around the house, finding a secluded spot near the back of the house you caged him against the railing. You had a pretty good idea what he had on his mind the whole night, especially when his eyes were trained on your low-cut shirt the whole time you talked to him. -

 “Go ahead, touch them you don’t need to be shy, sweetheart.”

Kita’s eyes flicked to yours for a moment before looking back down at your exposed breasts, hands hesitantly moving up to cup them. His tongue ran over his bottom lip slightly as he toyed with your nipples, taking in your reactions to his touches.

Shaky breaths left him as you stroked him slowly, slower than he would’ve liked but he didn’t pay much attention to it. Attaching his lips to one of your nipples, he circled it with his tongue, sucking gently on it. He looked so cute, much cuter than you realized from across the crowded room before.

A whine sounded from him when you flicked your thumb over the slit, smearing the hot precum the oozed.

“Shh, you have to stay quiet, baby. You don’t want to get caught, right?”

He didn’t answer but quieted down all the same. It was easier to keep his noises in as he kept his mouth around your nipple, pinching and teasing the other one gently with his fingers.

“Good boy.” You cooed, pushing your free hand through his hair, tugged on it softly he nearly let out a loud groan at the slight pain combining with the praise. His cock twitched in your hand, hips pushing forward wanting more of you.

You smiled softly, quickening the pace of your hand, tightening your grip in his hair. Looking up to meet your eyes, he was even more adorable, if that was possible. Only pulling away from your breasts to burying his face into them.

“Please don’t stop, m’close.” His voice was low as he spoke, clutching onto your sides as you pushed him even closer. “Can I cum, please, please.”

“Yes, cum for me.”

That’s all he needed, pulling himself even closer to you he let out a soft groan, thick ropes of cum covered your hand and stomach. You pulled his face away from you, cupping his cheek gently, pressing your lips to the corner of his.

“Thank you for asking, sweetheart, you sounded so pretty. What do you say we get off this porch, good boy’s need to be rewarded, lets go back to my apartment, hm?”

Tags: @bummie @beelziee @bunny-xoxo @ultimate-astridwriting

[animlcrisscross]

Find Me Here

One Shot

Preview:

With his confusion he closes his door and walks back to the fire, bending to move the blankets up from the floor to send a servant to wash them.

His confusion deepens as snores are right in his ear as he bends down, and in fear, he rips away a blanket from a pile.

He lets out a guttural shout as he is met with the back of a…very naked man. He immediately crawls to his bow and arrow, cursing his kingdom guards for letting a man somehow make his way into his quarters.

“Wake up! I demand it! Who are you? How in the hell did you get in here?!” He shouts.

He holds the arrow to the figure and it is slow to rise.

“Speak! Before I stab this into your pathetic throat!” The grip on his arrow is shaky and with a tighter grip around the metal, it halts. Katsuki takes a calming breath, wondering why his senses and his kingdom and his fucking dumb useless knights were not at alert of this intrusion. 

The figure groans and he is finally met with his face.

He feels his world halt as he is met with a pair of glimmering cherry red eyes, as vibrant as an evening sunset. The color of his messy red locks is highlighted by the early morning light, creating a flame amongst the gentle hues of the sunrise.

The man blinks and he sees the flick of a scar around his eyelid. 

He takes a moment to register his features. He is gorgeous, angelic, a god amongst men. He tries not to look at the expanse of his tanned skin, glistening in the sunbeams peering through his windows.

However, it is hard not to let his eyes roam around the build of his stomach, muscles spanning across his torso and the faint trail of black hair peeking upwards. His hips are firm and stately and he finds himself glancing away. He feels like has looked at this heavenly being for far too long.

As he notes the magnificent pink flush on his cheeks, his brain finally catches up to the morning and he nervously swallows.

“E-Eijiro?” He asks in disbelief.

“Prince Katsuki?” He asks, his voice deep and husky and it is elegant music to his ears.

Summary:

Prince Katsuki finds the unexpected when hunting in the forest near his castle grounds.

AO3 [x]

[zekesexual]

the wind’s goodbye - zeke one shot

summary: this was requested! reader is a warrior about to be sent to paradis with the younger warriors. zeke comes to talk to reader the night before the warriors have to leave for paradis. hope y’all enjoy

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you leaned against the edge of the wooden railing of the dock that extended pasts the marley shores. you looked out at the sky, shifting your position every once in a while - which prompted the aged and peeling wood of the railing to whine out a high pitched croak.

the wind made it’s next of several visits again, carrying your hair out into the air, and letting it face the pale blue sky that was dotted with clouds that just started to settle in.

your hair slowly settled back down, and a reluctant sigh escaped your lips as you dumped all of your thoughts out into the marley sea.

but no matter how long you thought about it, you couldn’t wrap your head around the idea of going to paradis. your marleyan teacher called it the island of devils, a place where unhealed eldians roam.

in a way you wanted to be happy. years of training and you could finally call yourself an honorary marleyan. a warrior.

but the more you thought about it, the less it made sense. this never ending battle against peace was something that always made your head spin. the amount of hours you spent thinking about the people back on paradis made you crazy.

before you could venture down a familiar void of thoughts, a fond voice interrupted you.

“i’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

you didn’t have to turn around to know who’s voice it was. the old wood of the dock’s floor creaked with each step that zeke took closer to you until his feet finally rested in a position right next to yours.

zeke leaned against the railing and placed his head in his hands, mimicking your position.

you looked over at him for just a few seconds, analyzing his face. his hair was the way it had always been for the years that you knew him. split into a middle part with golden strands that ended right above his ears. you watched the strands move up slightly as the wind carried them out of his face.

“the weather’s nice, right?” he looked over at you.

you didn’t answer. instead turning your head back to its original position, staring off at the sky.

he looked away after a few seconds of silence, “we were looking everywhere for you. the captains wanted to do a special dinner before we sent you guys out.”

you stayed silent again while you watched the sky’s pale blue slowly turn into a mix of peach and yellow as the sun began to sink into the horizon.

zeke spoke again, “did you see the new candidates? they’re all so small, i can’t believe we used to be that tiny.” the sound of his voice echoed through your head.

“why are you here zeke?” you asked.

he stayed silent for a few moments, letting the next gush of wind make it’s course through the shore.

“you’re leaving tomorrow. i feel like we haven’t talked in forever.”

“what is there to talk about?” you muttered.

zeke ignored your question to ask another one of his own. “how long do you think you guys will be gone?”

“dunno,” you sighed, “could be forever.”

you both stood in each others silence for several minutes, watching the sky fully transform into vibrant hues of pink, orange and yellow.

“don’t die, okay?” zeke finally mutteted, still holding his eyes on the sunset, “come back safe.”

zeke had gradually grown more cold hearted as the two of you grew up. more centered around reality and logistics, and philosophy and all that smart people stuff. it wasn’t really like him to make rash suggestions such as ordering you to stay alive.

“okay,” you responded, not really knowing what else to say.

you could feel his eyes burning through the side of your head.

“that doesn’t sound very promising.” he stated.

“i can’t promise my survival, zeke.” you said in a somewhat harsh tone. he could tell that you were holding back tears by the shakiness of your voice.

zeke stepped closer to you, his entire body facing you instead of just his head this time.

“live. and come back to tell me stories about what it was like there.” the calmness of his voice contrasted the sharpness that yours had just minutes ago.

when you turned your head towards him he was only a couple inches away. the sky had turned his face a light shade of orange. you blinked, letting a single tear roll down your cheek.

“promise me.” he said in a whisper, just loud enough that only you could hear it.

he studied your face as if he was trying to memorize your features.

so much has changed between the two of you since you first met. you felt like you had matured past the silly crush you used to have on him, but your heart couldn’t help skip a beat when you noticed how close he was to you.

“i promise” your eyes met his and then quickly darted off to the distance, trying not to keep eye contact with him for too long.

his hand made its way to your cheek, wiping away the tear that rested there. another rush of wind carried itself through the both of you, having your hair float up and face that sky that was now a bright orange.

he took another step closer to you, his eyes still fixated on yours, and his thumb rubbing small circles into your cheek.

and before zeke could close the space between the two of you, the wind carried his lips into yours.

[nambamjun]

Mine. {PJH}

Pairing: Park Junhee x Reader (gender neutral)

Genres: established relationship, spicy/suggestive

Warnings: marking (hickeys), slightly possessive, some language near the end

Word Count: 866

A/N: no sleep + comeback teaser photos + online friends = whatever this turned out to be. Oooohhhh @junquisite honeyyyyyy~ ;)

For you and Park Junhee, tonight was a very rare occasion that with his increasingly busy schedule could only happen once in a blue moon - it was date night.

Not that anything extravagant was in order, your relationship is way past the honeymoon phase filled with grand gestures, wining and dining. Now it was walks in the park, maybe with coffees in hand depending on the time, getting some street food and talking to your hearts content about everything you can't during schedules. Although you two still contacted each other a lot there was always a surprising amount to discuss. Of course, though, the days were only so long. Those days lead into dark nights, which would inevitably get even later. Ever the gentleman he would walk you home, and every single time you would stand there as if you were actually entertaining the concept of simply saying goodnight, but instead you would ask if he wanted to come in. "Only for a little bit," you would say, glancing pointedly at him with slightly raised eyebrows. He would chuckle and nod.

It was obvious where that invitation would always lead, and tonight was by no means an exception. Your legs on either side of his hips, his hands running over your waist and your back, sometimes threading through your hair. It had been only a few minutes but his lips were already swollen and more pink than their usual blush hue. You pulled away for a short second and rested your forehead against his, letting him give you a quick peck before stopping to breathe and looking into your eyes. His pupils were blown out to the point where the black and otherwise deep brown almost blended together. You couldn't resist letting yourself kiss him again, and again, and again, your hand shifting up to cup his cheek.

This was unusual. He was normally the one to be on top of you, and even when he wasn't he was the one setting the pace and calling the shots. This time around he was following your lead. You wondered...

He always liked giving you hickeys. Not many, just a few here and there, sometimes in place where they could be easily hidden and sometimes not so much. That all depended on his mood. You didn't really know that there was a pattern to that until one night after your escapades had finished. You were admiring the tiny blue blotches in the mirror when he came up from behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder and joining you in the admiration of his work. "Hmmm..."

You glanced at him in the reflection. "What?"

He made eye contact for a second and shrugged. "You're mine." He saw your look that prompted him to explain further. "If anyone sees those, they'll know you're spoken for. The more obvious they are the more I want them to see it."

"And... if I cover them up...? I mean, I have to for work."

Eye contact again, and this time he held it accompanied with a small smirk. "Well... You'll still know they're there."

You looked down as a red flush crept up your cheeks. He had a point.

And that point was exactly what came to mind the moment he released a moan into your lips. You hesitated but only for a moment before you started to trail your kisses towards his jawline, below his ear, and then down the column of his neck. You could hear shaky breaths leaving his mouth which hung slightly open, and if you had taken even a split second to spare a glance you would have seen how his eyes were heavily shut. He didn't even realize that he was subconsciously tilting his head up to grant you more access. Or he might have and was just too blissed out to care. In this state all he could focus on was the feeling of your lips lightly sucking against his skin. He didn't expect you to find his sweet spot so soon, though, and graced you with something that made your insides all but explode: a small, breathy, high pitched whimper.

Holy shit.

You had never heard him make that sound before, or really anything even remotely like it. But god damn if it wasn't one of the most beautiful sounds you had ever heard. Suddenly you found a mission that superseded all previous. Get him to do it again.

Your sucking became a little harsher and you nibbled on the skin that pulled between your teeth, knowing full well that it would turn color in only a second. You let your mind flicker for an instant to the poor makeup artists who would have to deal with this in the coming days but oh god he was whimpering again. You could feel his hands tightening around you and his fingers digging into your skin as those heavenly noises fell from his lips, and suddenly you completely understood what he said that night.

When you were done with this he would know it. His bandmates, the staff members, everyone would know.

Park Junhee was yours. And yours alone.