#the pictures are a bit messy too sorry too tired to fixed

[miffle-fox]

today for xmas my sister gave me a stuffed elliephant with a rattle in it!!! its so cute and it has a baby elephant tooo and i love it so much (pictures under cut)

[valaryswrites]

PART 1 & 2 TOGETHER

🪐 where aziraphale locks you and crowley in the bookshop forcing you to make peace within eachother, but instead you both come up with a better idea to pass time.

warnings: lots of dirty talking, smut and english is not my first language (sorry it took so long, my computer broke and the part 2 got lost)

After ordering “make peace within each other!” with a mischievous smile on his face, Aziraphale left the bookshop, but not before locking in his two dearest friends; Crowley and you.

Unfortunately, the demon wasn’t your favorite. Not even a little. You perceived him as a vile, naughty and cruel being, even though Az tried to convince you otherwise thousands of times. About Crowley… well, his feeling were a little bit messy.

So Aziraphale got tired.

The angel couldn’t stand seeing the people he loved the most hating each other like that. It was time for him to do something about it, so he did.

“I can’t fucking believe he locked us in!” you said loudly, kicking a wooden chair but then sitting on it.

Crowley watched you with unblinking eyes for a moment, and then his expression changed to a sly smile. “Look at us.” he said, in a lazy but seductive tone. “A human and a demon being forced to play nice together.”

“You know what, Mr. Crowley?” you asked, playing cool. “We should play a game: we stay silent for the night and wait until tomorrow.” you proposed, with a big and false smile.

Crowley raised an eyebrow at you comment and leaning in closer, he asked:

“Are you afraid you won’t be able to control yourself if you open your mouth?”

He had the same tone again.

“Oh, come on, Crowley!” you insisted, standing up and walking towards a bookshelf, trying to find something to read that could keep you away from the demon.

“Ah, so I hit a nerve.” he says and after a few seconds he broke a silence that was starting to grow. “May I ask what are you going to read?” Crowley inquired, watching as you continued looking for something interesting.

“Look, you don’t have to force it.” you said with honesty, not even looking at him, focused reading the titles of the books in front of you. “We could just co-exist for a few hours and I guess we will be alr… Aziraphale has the fucking Kamasutra in his bookshop!?” you almost screamed, too shocked.

Crowley’s eyes seems to light up and he couldn’t help but laugh. “A classic!” he says. “I mean, it’s not surprising that Aziraphale keeps a copy of the Kamasutra here. It’s one of the oldest tomes of knowledge in existence, full of wisdom and insight into the nature of human desire. It makes complete sense for a book this sacred to be housed in a bookshop run by someone like him.” for the first time, he was saying something clever, you thought.

“I guess you’re right.” you said, leaving the book right were you found it. “It just feels… weird to picture.”

“I’ve heard the techniques described within those pages are simply divine.” Crowley said and you could feel his gaze on your body. “Maybe,” he said with a mischievous tone in his voice, “we could put them to the test?”

“Demons can have sex with humans?” you asked, ignoring his proposal. You sat in one little couch and, of course, Crowley sat in front of you.

“It’s not unusual for demons to have some intimacy with humans.” he simply answers, adjusting his position. “To seek out whatever pleasures this world has to offer.”

“Oh…” you managed to say, a little bit disturbed (but curious). “That’s why you have such a face of a virgin.” you tried to insult him, but Crowley just let out a chuckle.

“You have no idea.” he said in a playful tone and then leaned closer, with his eyes fixed on yours. “But you could find out.” he says in a whisper, his lips curving into a grin. “Just imagine all the things I could show you…”

“Are you flirting with me, Crowley?” you asked him, grabbing and old bottle of whiskey from Az’s desk and taking a quick sip. Maybe it would help. “Flirting with the girl you despise the most?”

Crowley raised an eyebrow as you take a sip of whiskey, smiling slightly. “Perhaps I’m flirting with you to see what kind of reaction I can get out of you.” his tone was still alluring. “But I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy this little exchange we’re having.�� he added.

“Oh…” you took another sip, this time gaining more courage to speak. “So you are teasing me for fun? Or because you actually want to make real all of these fantasies of yours?”

The demon shrugged, seeming to be enjoying your reaction. “Maybe a little bit of both?” he said, grinning. He leaned in closer again, whispering in a soft tone. “Just imagine how much fun we could have together… just the two of us. No rules, no constraints… just pure pleasure.”

“But why?” you asked.

“I mean, if you want constraints I guess I can use a rope on you…” he started to say, completely into it.

“Not the constraints, stupid. Why would you like us to fuck?” you asked more clearly this time, feeling the warmth of the whiskey travelling down your throat.

“Because we are bored, and we have a long night ahead.” he simply answered. “And also because I know you would enjoy it.” He chuckled.

“So you would do it just for me to enjoy it?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh no, I would totally enjoy it too.” he affirmed, showing a smile with teeth.

“Well…” you started to consider it, but the idea seemed too risky. You stood up and started to walk around the place, with Crowley’s piercing eyes following you. “As much as I would like to kick your face and send you back to hell… I can’t deny I find the idea pretty… desirable.” you finally said, and even though you weren’t looking at him, you just knew the kind of smile Crowley had in his face.

“Tell me your rules.” Crowley proposed, after whispering your name with a mischievous tone. “And I’ll be sure I break them all.”

You turned around to face him.

“I have rules, yes.” you confirmed. “But they are for you to follow, understood?”

“Mhm…” the demon vaguely answered, standing up, walking and then leaning against a wall in a casual manner, folding his arms. “I’m listening.”

“No marks.” you insisted. “You can’t leave marks on me because that implies Az could find out. And he locked us here for us to become friends, not fuck.”

“I’m pretty sure the angel would be delighted with the idea of us fucking, but… no marks.”

“Secondly, after we are done, we are done.” you ordered. “We go back to where we were.”

“Very well…” he said in a seductive tone, walking slowly towards you. “And what if I don’t want us to go back to how we were after we’re done?” he softly asked, leaning closer to you. Your bodies were almost touching. “What if I want more?” there was a predator tone in his voice. And you liked it.

“Tell me your rules.” you now said, ignoring all of what he mentioned before.

“Oh, where would the fun be in that?” he said. “How about a little game?” he suggested. “We’ll play a nice game of truths and dares.” he started to walk around the room, but now you were the one following him with your eyes.

You sighed, feeling a little bit nervous but undeniably curious.

“Go ahead.” you accepted. “Truth.”

“Perfect.” he smiled. “Let’s start with an easy one…” his playful voice slowly shifting into something a little more intense and serious. “Since you know us, how many times have you thought about me, even just for a moment?”

You rolled your eyes, but willing to answer with the truth.

“Some times. When I’m visiting Aziraphale and you make your appearance… always so dramatic… I want to strangle you.” you chuckled. “And other times… I also want to strangle you, but in a… playful way.”

Crowley let out a slight purr and seemed to appreciate the honesty.

“Good job, it’s admirable to be true to your feelings.” he says, with hints of irony in his voice.

“Truth or dare?” it was now your turn, and you had plenty of ideas running around your mind.

“I’m a demon, I love a good old dare.” Crowley answered with a smug smile. “I have no fear of anything you could come up with.”

“Kneel.” you ordered. “In front of me.”

The demon seemed to like being ordered around. “As you wish.” he said.

He slowly got down on his knees in front of you, taking off his glasses at the same time. Now his eyes were looking up at you, and you enjoyed the view so much.

“Is this your idea of fun?” he asked, flirty. “Or is it a way to assert your dominance over me?” he whispered, his voice still alluring.

“Maybe.” you answered. “Would you like me to dominate you, Crowley?”

He seemed to consider your words, his face turning into a slight smile.

“Perhaps I would like that.” he teased, quickly getting up from his knees, still staring at you with snake eyeshadow “But I’m not sure I believe you can really dominate me. Or should I say… I’m fairly certain you can’t.” he then leaned against the wall with a cocky smirk on his face. “But oh, love, I would like you to prove me wrong"

You sighed again, taking a step back from him. The idea was madness, but you couldn’t help but being totally into it.

“Okay, then.” you finally said, firmly. “Who’s going to make the first move?” It was clearly not going to be you; it was his idea first.

Crowley moved closer to you again.

“Let’s see…” he began. “Perhaps I would prefer to let you make the first move?” he confessed, leaning against the nearest wall and folding his arms in a casual manner. “But don’t worry; I’m sure I’ll be able to tempt you into breaking your own rules.” he added with a smirk. “And it’s indeed one of the pleasures of the flesh, to hear the sighs and screams of a woman being dominated.”

You raised an eyebrow and asked him;

“Oh, so now you want to dominate me?”

“I don’t know…” he said, with a small grin on his face. “What would you do if I wanted to? How would you react if I told you to bend over and please me?” There was a predatory look on his face. “In the end, it doesn’t really matter who makes the first move. Because we both now the end result will be me on top, and you screaming my name.”

You rolled your eyes.

“We’ll see.” you said, starting to walk slowly and seductively around the bookshop, knowing very well that Crowley would totally follow you.

The demon’s expression shifted into something more playful, and he followed you around the place with his hungry eyes watching every movement of yours. He waited patiently for something to happen, but actually he is not patient at all.

“So, what brings you to the bookshop today?” he asked, with a joker tone. “Looking for something in particular?”

And you laughed a little; you wanted to go on with that inside joke.

“Yes, sir.” you nodded. “I’m looking for some recommendation.”

“Do you have an specific preference?” he asked seductively, doing his best to sound like an actual librarian.

“I have some preferences, yes.” you affirmed, with a little smirk on your mouth, turning around to face him. “I like greedy demons.”

Crowley raised an eyebrow at your response while a smile was starting to make its presence in his face.

“Greedy demons, eh? Well, I happen to know a few who might fill that bill. They would be more than willing to satisfy your needs.” he answered.

“I don’t need a few, I just need one.” you said almost in a whisper.

He leaned forward, his voice lowering into a whisper too.

“One is all it takes, isn’t it? I can give you exactly what you need.” there was a teasing tone there. “What about appearance? Personality? Abilities, maybe?”

“Mhm…” you started. “I like them sarcastic and even hateful.” you leaned closer and your bodies where so close to each other that they were almost touching. “And I like them when they take the lead.”

Crowley closed the distance between you two in a second; he kissed you with hunger and desperation. The little teasing game was fun, yes. But this was better. His arms were wrapped around your waist and he let out a groan that made you shiver.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he whispered right in your mouth. “This is what you wanted the whole time.”

“Yes, I’ve been wanting to kiss your stupid mouth to make you shut up all this time.” you confessed, with your hands together in the back of his neck. “But you were busy hating me.”

Crowley chuckled lightly, with his snake eyes glowing with desire.

“You wanted to shut me up?” he asked, moving his hands to your hips and bringing you even closer to him. “You succeeded, so I wonder what else you might be capable of with this mouth of yours…”

Your eyes were also full of lust and desire, and you grabbed him by the arm and walked with him behind you.

“Your choice: the couch or the desk.”

“Oh, a woman who know what she wants.” he winked at you. “The couch or the desk? Why not both?” he asked, but he allowed you to lead him over to the desk, with his body moving even closer to yours. There is a chair by the desk, and Crowley sat there while you, instead of sitting in his lap, jumped a little to end up on top of the desk, as if you were on a stage and he was the only spectator. You smiled down at him and started to remove your shirt.

Crowley’s eyes seemed to become almost transfixed as you did, his expression was turning into something more primal and erotic. His breath quickened slightly while his eyes were studying every bit of you.

“My, my…” he whispered. “So you are performing for me?” the demon asked, and he reached out a hand to touch you and then pulled it back quickly, as if wanting to resist the temptation.

“You’ll really try to resist it, Crowley?” the way you said his name that time sent shivers down his spine. You took off your shoes, letting him now that you still had some clothing on.

Crowley let out a small moan at your words and movements, and his body was failing; becoming even more tense with his eyes never leaving you. He shook his head.

“I believe I am capable to resist it, yes.” he answered. “But are you really going to go through with this?”

You took that as a challenge.

“Try not to touch, then.” you ordered, moving your hands towards the zip of your trousers.

“And what happens if I fail?” he asked, his voice still alluring. “What kind of punishment do you have in mind?”

He seemed unable to keep his eyes off of you, your body was overpowering his better judgement.

“You seem tense, are you okay?” you played innocent, but that grin in your face was not a secret. Your trousers were almost in the floor, and your sight in your underwear was tempting a demon. A taste of his own medicine, maybe?

You could almost see the tension emanating from him, his eyes now locked in your legs.

“Am I okay?” he repeated. “Let’s just say I’m not sure what to do with myself right now.”

“Well…” you started, crossing your legs. “I told you not to touch me, but I never said anything about you doing it to yourself…”

Your words seemed to have a profound effect on him, and he shifted slightly in his seat again. As much as he tried to resist it, his body was betraying him.

“So, you’re saying I’m able to touch myself, but not you?” he wanted to make sure his ears weren’t failing.

You nodded, and his tongue darted out of his mouth, almost as if wanting to taste you. One of his hands travelled down his lower body, giving himself a little stroke over his trousers. You smiled, biting your lip. The sight was perfect; a demon, the demon, was pleasing himself while looking at you, as if you were a treasure.

“You are truly a master of manipulation…” he managed to say, while his hand was still giving himself some relief. He was starting to relax.

“I can’t help but feel like a one an only…” you teased, spreading your legs a little, still over the desk. “Seeing a hateful demon touching himself because of me…”

The way you talked about him as if he was a puppet seemed to turn him on even more, since his hand was now under his pants.

“Oh, fuck���” Crowley said to himself, closing his eyes hardly. “I want you to touch me instead…”

“You do?” you asked innocently, getting off the desk.

“Perhaps just the touch of the tips of your fingers, teasing me like you do…” he whispered, his hand moving slowly this time.

“You’ll have to ask nicely, then.” you ordered, proud.

“Please.” the demon asked, his eyes still closed and his hand moving up and down faster. “Can you touch me instead?”

“I’m pretty sure you can do better than that, Crowley.” you kept teasing him, playing with the sides of your underwear. “Weren’t you an angel long ago? Beg like an angel.”

He loved that little game of yours. For some reason, the way you were treating him had an effect on him. A good one. A desperate one.

“Come on!” he almost screamed when you hit that soft spot. “Please…” the way he pronounced this word made you walk towards him.

You looked down at him, using a hand you reach his chin and force him to look up at you. As he did, you used the tips of your fingers to trace his lips and he started to lose it. You wanted to go on with the teasing, so you turned around to leave him right there, hungry an unable to stop stroking himself.

You weren’t actually expecting it, but you were surprise when you felt his arms and hands grabbing you hardly, making you end up on the top of the desk again, but this time with him between your legs. He leaned in and whispered in your ear;

“Did you really think you could use me as your toy, sweetheart?” his eyes were glowing with lust and anger.

You felt a rush of nervousness noticing how he ended up in charge now.

“You looked like a wonderful, pathetic toy in that chair…” you told him, trying to kiss him. He refused.

“Pathetic, huh?” he repeated, while one of his hands were heading towards your inner thighs, where he started to trace circles near your entrance. “Now that you are the toy, I’m going to use you however I please.” without any warning, he slid a single finger inside you.

You closed your eyes, letting your body feel all those mixed emotions. His thumb was caressing your clit slowly and softly, while his mouth was playing with your neck. Your hands travelled to his back, where your nails where almost scratching it.

“Someone is eager, aren’t they?” he smiles at you, with his eyes glittering with amusement and desire. “Do you want me to use you, toy?”

Crowley was paying you with the same coin, sliding a second finger in. You groaned in pleasure and surprise.

“You really are in a vulnerable position now…” he pronounced your name after, making you shiver. “I could do anything I want to you… I could touch you, I could taste you…”

The moment the word “taste” was mentioned, you couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. And of course, he noticed.

“Do you want me to taste you, then?” he whispered, his voice shifting deep with eroticism. “Shall I taste your sweet, sweet flesh?”

You nodded.

“You want me to eat you out right here, on this desk?” Crowley asked again, and you were losing it with that much teasing. “What’s going to happen when you come to visit the bookshop and see this desk? Would you like to have those flashbacks?” he was talking right next to your ear, while his fingers were pleasing you with eager. “Will you picture me, fully clothed and eating you out as if you were a prey?”

You nodded again, since the words weren’t coming out of your mouth. Now you were the betrayed one; your whole body was playing against you. You could feel the climax building up in your lower abdomen when the pace of Crowley’s fingers increased.

But sadly for you; he stopped.

“You like being played, don’t you?” he spat, forcing you to lie down on the desk, leaning on you and kissing your body, going lower with every kiss, and getting your underwear out of the way. “Being on the edge, being teased and toyed with…” he spoke, before biting slightly the inside of your thighs.

You could feel his tongue pressing against your center, while his hands where holding you in place. You were biting your fist to avoid the moaning.

“Oh, no, no, no.” he denied, looking up at you. He licked his lips and you found it incredibly hard to resist. “Don’t cover your mouth.”

His tongue slid against you again, slowly and passionately. Crowley was like an animal, he was groaning, making you feel the vibrations all over your body. He went on like that for a few good minutes, biting, kissing and licking with desperation.

He crawled to you until his body was covering yours, and he kissed your lips hardly, letting you taste yourself in his mouth.

“I can’t wait any longer…” he confessed against your mouth, while adjusting his position and taking his lenght out, right in your entrance. He looked at your eyes for a glimpse of a second, making sure you wanted it.

And you wanted it.

When he finally started to take you, you could feel your head dizzy from so much pleasure.

“I’ve been wanting to fuck you since you walked through that door…” he managed to say, while his body was pushing even deeper into you.

Crowley’s entire being was focused on pleasing you, and he seemed to be enjoying immensely. His hands where touching your entire body, without forgetting any part of it.

He kissed you again, before pulling back from it and adjusting his position, holding you by your hips and rocking them back and forth. You opened your eyes just to find him laughing between moans and thursts. Using a thumb to rub your clit seemed like a fantastic idea, so he went on with it. But it was a lot from you.

“It’s too much, it’s too much…” you managed to say. “Don’t stop…”

“I’m so close…” he let you know, going faster than ever.

You felt your the presence of your climax right there, when you heard him sounding so human, so vulnerable. You clenched around him and that made Crowley reach his orgasm too.

“Oh f—“ he couldn’t even finish the sentence; a wave of pleasure bathe him entirely.

His body fell on top of yours, but he was careful enough not to put his entire weight on you. The palm of his hands ended up at the sides of your head, and he lean in to kiss you passionately. It was a messy and exhausted kiss, but still a hungry one.

“God…” you whispered, your foreheads touching.

“Don’t bring that old bastard to this…” he told you, giggling. “And I’m sorry to ruin the moment, because… fuck, I would totally repeat this thing again, again and again. But…” he said, getting off of you and standing up, fixing his clothes. “I can sense that Aziraphale is near.” he declared.

You stood up quickly, getting your clothes together and started to dress up quickly.

Crowley’s eyes were looking at you getting dressed, with a slight smirk on his face.

“If the angel wasn’t around the corner I would really like to bend you over that desk…” he started again, with his hands in his pockets. “Pull your hair, make you curse me…”

“You’re already wanting more, Crowley? We had a deal.” you said, putting your shoes on.

“I bet I can get you to crave it again.” he swore, taking a step closer to you. You were already clothed, and you turned around to face him, but before you could speak, the door opened.

“Crave what, Crowley?” the familiar voice of Aziraphale made its appearance. You cursed Crowley in your head for not letting you know how close the angel was.

“I don’t know, angel.” Crowley said, getting closer to his longtime friend. “I think your friend still hates me.”

You smiled nervously at Aziraphale.

“Do you still hate him, my friend?” the angel asked you, with both his hands together in front of him. His face was looking mischievous, which was something unusual of him. “It didn’t look like it…”

“Oh my god…” you murmured, directing a hand towards your mouth. “You saw us!”

“Saw what, love?” Crowley asked you now, but at the same time smiling at his friend with complicity. “We don’t know what you’re talking about.”

[harrys-yellow-snow]

perfect - an h.s one shot °•. ✿ .•°

PART FOUR

read part one here ! part two here ! part three here !

word count: 4.1k

themes/triggers/tropes: fluff, angst, lime, arguing, fake dating, relationship...fixing?

“Nova,” she opened her eyes to the sound of Niall’s soft voice. He shook her lightly, allowing her to open her eyes. The haze covering her vision slowly disappeared as she sat up, rubbing them a bit. He sat at the edge of her bed with his phone in his hands. She looked at the clock on her bedside table and it read 6:24 AM.

“What’s wrong?”

“Harry called me and he wanted to speak with you.”

“What?” she slid farther down the bed until her feet were hanging off and her knees were barely touching Niall’s. 

“Do you want me to give you his number so you can talk to him? Or no. You don’t have to talk to him if you don’t want to,” he said, entering the passcode of his phone, opening up his contact list. He scrolled down to the H’s and found Harry’s number.

“I mean… sure. What the hell does he want at 6:30 in the morning, though? Did he wake you?”

“Yeah, but it’s fine.”

Nova sighed. “Sure, you can give it to me. I’ve been meaning to talk to him, so I guess this is my only chance.”

She hopped over to the bedside table, then rolled back to Niall with her phone in her hands, eyes still tired, but ready to receive his number.

“Wait. I already have it, remember? I wanted to call him anyway at some point,” Nova explained, clicking on Harry’s contact. H.♡. She sighed and turned off her phone with his contact still open. She stared at the black screen then turned to face her friend again.

“I’ll call him in a bit. Thank you for telling me, Niall.”

“It’s no problem. I’m sorry if I woke you.”

“Don’t worry about it. I need to talk to him.”

He got up, waved, and walked out after the silence had gotten too uncomfortable for both of them. 

When Nova opened her phone, she was left with an empty picture of a familiar contact. She had taken it out months ago, refusing to look at a photo of him ever again. She realized that didn;t work out too well after seeing him at the party the other night. Nova’s finger governed over the call button and she clicked it out of pure curiosity and longing. It turned black as she put it up to her ear. The dial tone echoed and bounced through her head, her heart racing as she waited. She waited for what seemed like hours before a soft voice came from the other side. She sat up straight.

“Hello?”

“Hi,” she said.

“Nova?” Her name rolled off his tongue like it never did before. He never seemed so upset, yet so happy to speak with her again. It was always hard to read him.

“Harry,” Nova replied, twisting her finger around a piece of her bed sheet that was sticking up.

“Uhm, good morning,” he mumbled. The connection shriveled, sending strange static sounds into her left ear and out the right one.

“It’s like, the middle of the night for me. What are you doing awake so early?”

“I couldn’t sleep. I wanted to call you yesterday, but Niall told me you were busy, so I didn’t think I’d bother.” His voice was smooth. Much smoother than it was after the party, considering he had probably had a couple of drinks before they first interacted. 

The two of them went silent. She could hear the rustling of his sheet through the line. It seemed like it was growing rusty. She thought of how he possibly could have looked on the other side. Messy, thin curls, resting carefully on his forehead. When she heard him sigh, she imagined his soft breath pushing them up, then meticulously landing in that same place. She thought of his fingers wrapping around the sheets, just as hers had a few minutes before. 

“I was wondering something,” Harry started, “what if…” he stopped, sighing again, “I don’t know. You’d probably say no.”

“Why? Just say it,” Nova said.

“How would you feel about coming to my place? Not in a… you know, weird way. Just for us to talk a little more.”

Nova paused, her cheeks flushing a bright red. She adjusted slightly on top of bed and cleared her throat.

“Like, in L.A.?” she asked, instantly regretting that, knowing it was obvious.

“Yeah…” he sounded concerned, “unless you wanted to go back to New York—”

“No! Let’s—let’s stay in L.A. That’s perfectly fine with me.” She smiled, but it quickly faded when she realized he couldn’t see it. She refused to smile with her teeth. Just a thin line of her lips curved upwards, small creases forming next to her eyes. The creases next to his eyes were much more prominent when he smiled, though, which made up for it for sure.

“So, when is a good time for you?” He asked.

“I doubt your girlfriend would want me there—wait. Why are you inviting me over when you still have a girlfriend? Wouldn’t she be mad?”

“She’s with her parents this weekend.”

Nova shook her head, trying not to audibly sigh, “I don’t like the idea of that, Harry.”

“It’s fine. Just, meet me later tonight, alright? You know where?”

“Yeah, but—”

“No buts. If you want to talk about… whatever, we can talk when you get here.”

“Okay.”

They sat in silence once again. A lump in her throat formed. It was incredibly hard to swallow. 

“You have a nice day, okay? Niall better let you come to my house…” His voice softened up once again. It was the nicest he’d sounded in months. She forgot this is what he really was like.

“Okay,” she mumbled, “you too.” The phone disconnected after a few seconds. She threw it onto the bed and rubbed her face with her hands, yet smiling. Finally, a one on one conversation with him. She needed him back, but taking him away from his girlfriend felt like such a crime. That’s when her smile dropped and faded. He must have loved Evangeline. Then why was he letting her come to his house? What if Evangeline was actually there, ready to hurt her? SHe had to stop overthinking. Her only option was to show up on his doorstep and whatever happens, happens.

°•. ✿ .•°

The mountains on the horizon faded out in the distance. Just above his home were the tops of palm trees. She remembered all the times they would chase each other around the thin trunks of the trees while trying to grab each other by the wrists. When one of them was successful, they would pull the other one close, planting a soft kiss on their lips. It would send a shock through her, making her want more, but then he’d walk away into the house, asking her if she wanted a drink.

She lightly knocked on his door, but realized that wouldn’t gain any response. She tried again, but was taken aback by the opening of the door. She dropped her hand slowly when her eyes caught the unique shape of his frame. Tall, dark, and handsome, as the saying goes, but he was so much more than that. She started at his feet and quickly trailed her eyes up until she reached the very tip of a few ahoges. He was covered in a black sweater and dark beige shorts. Her nose scrunched when she saw his socks and sandals. He had a newly shaved face, which she noticed as he ran his index and middle fingers down the right side of his jaw. It spread out the skin and he leaned up against the doorway.

“Good evening,” he said, his voice low. A pit in her stomach grew and grew until she wanted to collapse onto the ground, but she refused to do so.

“Hi,” was all she managed to let out. He opened the door wide and led her inside.

It was just as Nova remembered it. Large glass windows, a spiral glass staircase off to the side, leading up to the many bedrooms they slept in together. As she looked around, flashes of memories came flooding back. She saw familiar, happy figures dancing, drinking on the couch, rushing upstairs, slammed against the wall, desperate for more. Nova snapped herself out of her thoughts as she saw him walk into the kitchen through a door splashed with sunlight. She followed closely behind after dropping her bags off in the living room. She sat down on the hard bar stool and rested her arms on the counter.

“Why did you want me here?” Nova asked. Harry began washing his hands, turning her back to her. His shoulders were perfectly broad, but still low enough to be likable. The muscles in his back were prominent, even through his sweater. A bit of his t-shirt underneath stuck out near his backside.

“You know why.”

“I don’t,” she lied.

“You wanted to come here. Niall told me so.” Nova didn’t respond. She longingly stared at the counter. Why was she already regretting that she came? Why did she bother to call him? She got herself together and looked up at him again. He reached up and got a bottle of vodka from the cabinet above, took it down and poured it into the glass he apparently had placed on the far end of the island. It stretched across the whole kitchen, so he was as from her as possible. That really boosted her self-esteem. 

“I know he did.”

“So, you did want to come here?”

Nova sighed, “yes. I did. Are you sure Evangeline isn’t here?” Are you sure she isn’t listening to us?

“I told you,” he said, “she’s with her family this weekend. What are you, paranoid?”

“No,” she lied again. She was more than paranoid. “If you know that I want you back, then why did you let me come here?”

He took away the stool next to me and placed it on the other side of the island. He sat down and looked me in the eyes, grasping the thin base of the glass, but refusing to take a drink. 

“I want to make things right.”

Nova’s eyes went wide, but quickly back to normal. She bit the inside of her lip and looked down. She had absentmindedly begun kicking her feet and tapping the countertop. 

“How?” she asked.

“By talking to you.”

“Nothing’s going to work. You have a girlfriend and the paparazzi—”

“She was just a coping mechanism, and she knows it.”

“What? So you’re using her?”

“No. We’ve been friends for a while. She said that she was attracted to me at some point, but that was years ago. She saw how much pain I was in after we broke up, so she came up with the brilliant idea of… fake dating? I don’t think that’s what it really is. I’m not sure, but she knows and she’s fine with it.”

Nova was not pleased with the idea of “fake dating” his friend. Was she really okay with it? What if she admitted to me that she really wants him?

“Are you sure? She seems like a really nice girl. I don’t want you to hurt her too.” Nova felt so vulnerable at that moment. Her body was clenched and she gave him that horrible look of an abandoned puppy. She never gave anyone a look like that before. He rolled his eyes and took a sip of his drink. He squinted at the sudden spice.

“I don’t think you ever apologized to me,” she continued, “you just… left. And we hadn;t spoken since, you know, the party.”

He sighed, resting his arms on the kitchen island like she had a couple of minutes before. “I’m sorry.”

She scoffed and started laughing. “You think that’s going to work now? It’s been months, Harry! Months! You think two little words are going to fix this now? If you had said that to me within a day of leaving, then maybe I’d forgive you. Just maybe. Maybe I wouldn’t have!”

“Nova—”

“I’ll admit it. I want you back. Badly.” She aggressively stood up, pushing the stool back. It wobbled and almost fell to the ground, but carefully landed on its three feet. “But I was too afraid to say anything.” Her eyes began to swell, thinking of all the times they danced in this kitchen they were standing in. They rarely fought, until the very end. Those last few weeks were brutal. Arguments almost every day, countless nights of weeping alone while he was out doing “errands”, breaking away from each other’s embrace in the middle of the night. Nothing was going well.

“Does faking dating that girl give me a bit of a chance? Just a little?” She pinched her fingers together, trying not to break down and sink into the floor. Who knows if he’d even help. 

He stood up and placed the tips of his fingers against the counter, watching her start to sob in front of her with a traumatized look on her face. He came over and reached his arms out, taking her into a warm embrace. Her eyes widened, but she fell into him like her bed, back home in the city. His chest covered by that black sweater was like a pillow. It softened the impact of her head, but still sent a sharp pain through it. She cried and she cried as he took her over to the couch in the living room. He kept his arms around her the whole time until she broke away. She wiped her tears (and a bit of snot) onto her shirt, which was his cue to hand her the box of tissues. Her head was beating, agonizing pain and exhaustion spreading through her entire body. 

He took her in again and let his lips rest against the top of her ear. She felt a small peck on her hairline. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He grabbed her tighter and squeezed her. The pressure made her lose balance, sending them down onto the couch. His large body was right on top of her, crushing her with great force, but he felt like a weighted blanket, comforting her with every slight movement. 

When they broke apart, a tear stained his cheek, which he quickly wiped away. He looked in any direction that wasn’t near her field of vision, but that didn;t work. She grabbed his chin, inaudibly snapping his neck at the slightest. Her grip was hard, making him wince. 

“Why?” she asked, tears still streaming down her face. A confused look spread across his face. “Why did you break me?”

He rolled his eyes, not knowing what to say. He knew why, but she already knew. He knew that she knew. 

“I didn’t want to, Nova,” his voice broke, “it was the paparazzi—”

“I know it was the paparazzi. We could’ve been perfectly fine with them. We could’ve run away.” She grabbed his hands, which he gladly took, longing for her warmth for what felt like a hundred years.

“We couldn’t have run away,” he whispered, “we’d lose everything.”

“What else did I have to lose? I had you and that’s all that mattered. You ran away without me.” She took his face in her hands. He refused to look at her. Absolutely refused. 

“If you wanted to run away, you should’ve just said so.”

“I know,” tears filled his eyes again, one dropping down into his lap. She wiped it away when he finally looked at her. Their faces were only inches apart. She snuck glances at his lips every couple seconds. She was surprised she remembered them almost perfectly. He had a little stubble, which he must have just shaved that morning.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know. I know you are. I shouldn’t forgive you, but I will.” He turned his head away from her again in shame.

“Well that makes me feel great,” he said sarcastically, the tone in his voice growing harder.

“That’s not what I meant. I never thought I would forgive you. You know how hard it is for me to give people second chances. But I would, just for you.” His tears streamed down harder, coating the tips of her fingers in guilt, shame, and truth as she wiped each and every one away. She felt a sense of sincerity in his voice, not one that she would hear if it wasn’t for today. 

“Why? I broke you.”

“I’m the only one who knows you for who you really are, Harry. You’re the sweetest person in the world. I know you wouldn;t purposefully hurt me,” she said. Inside, she realized she had been lying to herself this whole time. She knew it. He was the only person she can be genuine around. She can’t even trust herself with her own feelings. “I swear to God, I wouldn’t trade you for anyone else.” Their foreheads touched, brushing their noses against each other.

“After everything,” he sniffled, “you really still love me?”

“Of course.” Their lips locked in a beautiful embrace. Moving together like gear, each piece fitting within each other like a puzzle. They caress each other so gently, running their hands from each other's faces down their arms. He gripped tightly onto her waist, pushing her back down onto the couch. He pushed closer, his torso slamming harder into her. A quiet sound came escaping from her open lips. A sound that intrigued him, running his hands through her hair. 

“Nova—” He muttered as his mouth slid down her neck, placing kisses and bites down to her collarbone. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“I should be saying that to you.” She pushed him off, throwing him to the other side of the couch, putting her on top. His eyes lit up. The sparkle was back, filling her with pure bliss. “I kind of wish you were wearing a button down shirt…”

“Why, so you can rip it off of me?” he purred.

She hit him playfully on the chest, digging her fingernails into the sweater. She tugged at it, watching the smile spread across his face.

“What are you waiting for?”

“I think we should take this upstairs.”

°•. ✿ .•°

A young woman opened the door to the luxury home, taking short steps inside. She took off her outerwear and hung it up on the rack next to the door. 

“Hi,” she said, walking into the kitchen. Her boyfriend was washing his hands at the sink. He looked over at her. She expected a smile, but nothing came. He turned his attention back to the sink, letting the water coat his hands. The pressure was perfect. He ran each one of his fingers under, having each stick of soap fall off like a melting ice cube in the hot summer sun. He disappointedly turned off the water and dried his hands with a disposable paper towel. She stood there with a longing, yet concerning stare.

“Harry?” She followed him out onto the deck, looking out at the mountains on the horizon. Two ivory colored armchairs were placed next to each other at an angle, waiting to be sat in. “What’s going on with you?” She grabbed his arm, but he quickly pulled away.

“There’s something I need to talk to you about.” his voice was low as he made his way over to the chairs, sitting down and placing his arms on the sides of the chair. He looked sick, which she quickly noticed. She took a seat in the chair nearby.

“What’s wrong?”

“I had Nova here the other night.”

Her heart dropped. Straight into her stomach. She could feel the beat of her heart quickly fading in the chemicals that usually dissolved her food. It was now full. Would she ever eat again? It would never digest. She could never get over it, and she didn’t even know what he had to say next.

“Look, Evangeline. I know you love me. I’m terribly sorry, but I want her back.” Her heart flew up to her throat, making an unswallowable lump. “You know why I started dating you.”

“To use me, apparently.”

“I wasn’t using you. We agreed that we’d be in a relationship so I could get over her. You know that I love her. That doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy being with you. But we agreed that it’d be fake. You told me that was fine with you. Deep down, I knew you were upset.”

“But just to have that opportunity with you was enough,” Evangeline said, her finger gripping the soft leather of the armchair.

“I feel so horrible,” he whispered under his breath. 

“I feel used.”

“Evangeline—I didn’t use you! Did you not listen to our agreement? I needed to get over her and I knew you wanted to spend time with me. You came up with the goddamn idea! You wanted to date me! So don’t blame me for using you when you’re the one who started it!”

“I didn’t start it! You’re the one who broke up with her and didn’t apologize, then ran to me for help. We hadn’t seen each other in so long. As soon as I saw you, I fell for you again. I couldn’t help it. I’m sorry.”

“I was hoping I’d fall for you too. I did, actually—”

“Then she came into your life again, right? At that stupid party?” she said, standing up in aggravation, “I didn’t even want to go! You knew she was going to be there, right? Let me guess, Niall told you?”

“He didn’t.” Harry rolled his eyes and stood up too, beginning to pace around. He held his face in his hands, toughly rubbing his cheeks and forehead.

“She just happened to be there?” Evangeline was fuming. You could practically see her ears burning as smoke came rolling out.

“Look, I get that you’re upset but—”

“You didn’t answer my question. She just happened to be there—?”

“Yes! She did! I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry! I just wanted to tell you that we were going to end the fake dating and still stay friends because she and I are finally together again!” He regretted that last part instantly.

“You’re what?”

“No, no. Evangeline. That’s not what I meant—oh God, don’t start crying. Come on, love.” He walked over with open arms but she pushed him away, sobbing.

“You lied to me!”

“How did I lie?” he asked. They were both shouting at this point, their voices echoing through the mountain peaks. Birds flew for cover and squirrels scurried up trees.

“You told me you wouldn’t get back together with her!” she cried, “you’re such a terrible person…”

“Evangeline. Listen to me,” he took her chin in his hands, but she quickly swatted him away. She wanted nothing to do with him. Never again. “LISTEN TO ME!” Her eyes widened at the side of him she had never heard before. She tried to focus on him through blurry eyes. “You agreed to our deal. You clearly agreed to it. You came up with it, for God’s sake. Don’t tell me that it’s my fault.”

“So you never loved me?” she sniffled.

“That’s not true. I did, but I was hoping I could love you for longer.” He took a hold of her chin and planted one last kiss on her lips. Her face squinted and her cheeks flushed.

“But she came along to ruin it.” Evangeline got to her feet, wiping her leggings off from any dirt that stuck to the fabric when she dropped to her knees.

“She was there the whole time. You just didn’t realize it.” He also got to his feet and made his way to the door. “We’re still friends. But if you dare go after her,” he practically jogged over to tower over her, sticking a finger into her face, “we’ll have to cut ties forever.” He walked back into the house, leaving Evangeline sobbing on her knees, sending waves of pain through the sky for miles.

yes, this was a hefty part, but we're almost at the end! just one more part! i know last chapter was a filler but it was leading up to this moment, plus building Nova's friendship with Niall. It shows how even though he invited Harry to that party, they're still good friends and how she can trust him, if that makes sense.

I think you'll all enjoy the ending!!

[the-midnight-sugar1]

Sun & Y/N Fluff

I said I'd write Sun fluff and Sun fluff I wrote! ALSO, the reader and Sun's relationship is described as friends but feel free to interpret how you like!

Summary: You go hang out with Sunny after a rough day at work

Reader: gender neutral

Warnings: None, this is pure fluff! Please enjoy :)

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46893826

It was the end of a long day of fixing broken arcade machines, STAFF bots, and dealing with too many grouchy guests for your job description. Your body felt heavy and you wanted nothing more than to flop onto the daycare’s squishy floor and listen to your best friend tell you terrible jokes.

The daycare looked like a glorious haven bathed in fluorescent light as you approached. You were so excited to finally be there you almost missed the exchange at the entrance. Sun, with his rays spinning slowly, was handing off one of the little ones, Molly, to her parent. Molly was snuggling up to her parent closely but offered you a tired wave as you passed them to enter the daycare. You waved back and took note of Sun’s rays slowing, almost stopping for a moment before they picked back up. Never losing his enthusiastic tone.

As the group talked about Molly’s day, you did a once over to make sure that was the last kid for the night. From there you did what you always do in this situation and began cleaning up around the daycare. Your feet may be aching, but you didn’t think that was much of an excuse to sit instead of helping your friend. You continued putting socks in the lost and found and little wrappers in the trash. You noticed a few of the balloon swords were scattered about as well as some yellow ribbons. You raised a brow and smiled, looking forward to hearing about what Sun and the kids had gotten up to. This helped you keep the energy up with Molly and her parent around, but you could tell you were being a bit sluggish. Thankfully, Sun kept their attention and they didn’t seem to notice, or at least mention your lack of energy.

Finally, Sun waved bye to Molly and closed the doors to the Daycare for the night.

“Are they gone?” You wasted no time asking Sun in a groggy voice.

Sun’s head immediately whips around to look at you and clicks once to the side. He begins walking towards you with concern in his tone. “Yes indeed, Starlight! Say, you look like—*”

You didn’t give Sun the chance to finish before you let gravity take you on a one-way ticket to Groundsville. You never hit the mats, of course. You’re barely halfway down when Sun scoops you up in his arms.

“FRIEND?! Are you okay? What happened?” Sun’s frantic tone only got worse as you began to ragdoll in his arms.

You placed a hand over Sun’s face and spoke in a tired tone, “I’m fine Sunny, just had a long day.”

Sun made a static sound like he was exhaling “WHEW! Friend, you need to warn me next time! I thought you were sick! Or worse!” Sun’s words were a chide, but his hold on you was never anything other than gentle and his overall tone shifted to a sweeter more relaxed state with the reassurance.

“Sorry pal, didn’t want to interrupt the goodbye. How’s Molly? Did you guys play any specific games?” You asked settling into Sun’s arms and giving him a sweet smile.

Sun’s rays began spinning again as he smiled back at you. He began walking as he explained the events of the day. “Oh yes! We played all kinds of games today. We played Simon Says, pirates and we even finger painted! Look at what the kids made!”

Sun had taken you over to the wall with all the new pictures displayed in all their messy glory. You giggled a bit as you looked them over. There were chickens, bears, wolfs and gators galore! As well as plenty of astral-themed paintings as well.

“These are delightful! Which one is Molly’s?” You ask looking for a signature. Sun points to one of the paintings in the middle. It depicts a small girl in a pink dress holding hands with Sun and someone in a blue dress. You look at Sun with renewed joy and he greets you with the same energy. “She made a new friend?” You ask.

“Yessiree! Remember Megan? That little bugger has been trying to befriend Molly for a while now. It seems to be paying off!” Sun explained and he pointed out Megan’s picture which showed her fighting some mean-looking pirates while protecting a pink blob that was probably Molly.

Sun went on to explain each of the drawings in more detail, as well as the harrowing tale of Foxy’s group of misfit pirates and the curse of Sunman Island. The stories he told only served to make you laugh with bits of how the children tried to get the secret treasure by wrangling the gangly animatronic who was turning the children into Sunmen when they weren’t looking. As the conversation continued, you felt your energy return.

“Sounds like you guys had a fun day! Hey, I think I’ve got my energy back, thanks for the help! You can let me down now.” You say with a pat on Sun’s shoulder.

Sun’s rays slowed a little and he eyed you for a moment before replying. “Are you sure? You seemed pretty worn out. We can go sit in the quiet corner and read if you need more time.”

You gave Sun an appreciative smile at his level of concern. “I’m sure, Sunny. I just needed to listen to my best friend talk about his day. Why don’t we finish cleaning up around the daycare?”

Sun’s rays spun a little faster this time and he made a sniffle noise like he was going to cry. “Starlight, that is the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. Thank you!”

Sun spun the two of you around and you couldn’t help but laugh at Sun’s gesture. “I’m so full of joy, I don’t know what to do!” As he slowed the spin he pulled you into a tight hug and chuckled darkly. “I’m also full of… THE SUNMAN CURSE!” Sun yelled out as he began dragging you towards the jungle gym. You yelled out and laughed along trying to grab ahold of something to free yourself. You manage to snag one of the balloon swords and smack Sun in the face with it. Not hard mind you, just enough to let him know you were armed and dangerous! It worked because he promptly releases you, safely to the ground of course, and began wailing. “Oh no! I’ve been slashed by the brave pirate, Starboard!”

You couldn’t help but laugh, “Starboard?”

“Yep! It’s your nickname and a pun! Pretty clever, huh?” Sun says while wiggling his rays. The action causes you to laugh a little more. You raise your sword to Sun’s face yet again and he raises his arms overdramatically in surrender.

“Hee hee! Avast ye scurvy dog! Where be ye treasure?” You say bravely while trying to shake off the earlier giggles.

“Don’t you know the real treasure was the friends you made along the way!” Sun says cheerily.

You smack him with the balloon sword. “FOOL! I want literal gold not a metaphorical heart of gold.”

Sun raises the back of his hand to his head. “Such cruelty! Who’s the real monster?”

“Oh, it’s definitely me.” You say with a smug grin.

“I should’ve known.” Sun replied, shaking his head.

You raised your sword and gave him a wicked grin. “Now about that treasure…”

Sun takes a step back and puts his index finger to his thumb and holds his hands up to his eyes. In a nervous tone he says “N-now, you wouldn’t hit a guy with glasses right?”

“No, but I would hit a guy with a balloon sword.” You say gesturing to the aforementioned sword.

Sun yelped and began running off with you hot on his tail. If he wanted to actually outrun you, there was no doubt he could do so, and with incredible ease. But he makes sure to keep the chase fair. Although he does take a few moments to pop around a corner and boop your nose before scurrying off again.

The game of chase continues for a bit, eventually devolving into a game of tag that you don’t want to admit you were losing. You might’ve stood a chance if your feet weren’t tired. Maybe. Probably not. But it’s a nice thought and a fantastic taunt.

As the game winds down you find yourself laying on the playmats breathing heavily. Sun saunters over and stands above you, hands folded behind him and leaning over you with a cheeky grin.

“Ready to admit defeat?” He asks, rays spinning this way and that.

You let out a huffy laugh, “Never.” You raise your sword to Sun and he easily dodges the tired attack. His smile seems to grow as you let out a chuckle. “You may have won the battle, but I will win the war!”

“Sure.” Sun says before he offers you a hand. You eye it suspiciously for a moment before you take it carefully. Sun helps you to your feet and once stable, you look at him and then around at the playground. Despite the day you had, it really was all worth it getting to see Sun for a bit.

“Thanks for making my day Sunny.” You say with a little nudge.

Sun can’t help the laugh that comes out and it only brightens your smile further.

“Good one.” He says. Sun fiddles with his ribbons a bit before continuing “Thanks for doing the same for me. It’s nice to know I have a friend like you.”

You give Sun a big hug before replying. “Anything for you, Sunny.”

[tooxldtorememxer]

fornassau​:

These weren’t just books to him. He didn’t call them books when he referred to them either, he’d called them pieces. Every single antique book was its own distinctive art piece that needed to be treasured. His love of books stretched into his private life as well as James was an avid reader. He was simply used to speaking with people who had the same love of antiquities as he did. It wasn’t something people went after arbitrarily. You had to have an interest in them to even think about buying one. So Jaime was uniquely different by not having a fucking clue about the things he was talking about.

He eyed the glitter a moment, prepared to take it to the bin since he didn’t want to have to deal with glitter on his carpeted floor. Once it was there you just didn’t get rid of it. He hadn’t thought at all that it sounded like he was in a strip club often, but the cut off on that had been weird. At least until he accidentally mentioned having children, and suddenly James’s eyes seemed to light up. “ You have daughters?“ Why did he sound surprised when he said that. He just didn’t take the type before him to have kids. He looked more the single sort of guy. Now the flirting made even less sense to James. Was this guy married? He hadn’t seen a ring.

He even had a rather warm and fond look crawl over his face.“ I always wanted kids. Girls, to be precise. I don’t know I just wanted to put them in their dresses, fix their hair.. I just guess that wasn’t in the cards for me. “ Then he realized he was rambling about his own personal life which wasn’t exactly appropriate. And now he was completely distracted from the task at hand, being reminded that he and Thomas had discussed having children. It wasn’t exactly something Thomas had even wanted. He liked being independent, apparently too independent since the asshole broke their wedding off at the last possible moment.

“ — Um. “ Now he felt awkward. He shouldn’t have even gone into any of that. But he didn’t really get a chance to really talk to people. He had his customers, yes, but other than that he was terribly lonely. “ I should get back to what I was saying.. “ And the sort of helplessness in that moment made him feel embarrassed. In all essence he had just flirted a bit without realizing he’d done it. His cheeks were now setting in to a distinct blush. That helpless feeling even made him laugh. “ I’m sorry .. where was I? “

“I do, yes,” he said with the same soft smile as before. He never spoke about his daughters to strangers or press or media, it was really none of their business and Jaime liked to keep his private life as private as he possibly could. No one knew if he was seeing anyone, if he had children or if he had pets unless they say him or someone managed to snap a picture of him. That didn’t mean that he didn’t take his girls out, but when he dressed like he was now, he was less recognizable. His friends and family, on the other hand, were so sick and tired of him shoving his phone in their faces to show them pictures or videos of them but he couldn’t help himself. He was very proud of them and he loved them very much. “Two,” he chuckled. “Twins. Double the fun, double the trouble, double the glitter,” he chuckled.

His smile grew as Mr McGraw spoke about wanting to have daughters for himself and that pretty delusional dream most parents had about having daughters. At their age, they were as messy as boys. He would know, he had seen Tyrion’s son and even though he had a daughter as well his house wasn’t bombarded with glitter. His brows furrowed at that last part though. “Why not?” he asked. Perhaps it was none of his business but it seemed ridiculous to him that someone who seemed to want to have children that much would not have any. There was more than one way to have children these days and yes, he included adoption in his thought process. So why wouldn’t it be in the cards for him? Did he have a criminal record or something? “Sorry, you don’t have to tell me,” he said and shook his head again. Jaime was there to buy his brother a gift, not talk about children.

He watched him for a few moments longer before he looked back at the book he was showing him. “Something about the spine and something in the back?” he offered. He wasn’t sure but those were the words that had registered in his brain from earlier.

James McGraw had spent his entire life’s work dedicated to a personal hobby; antique books. Even with what little he had growing up, James made a fine life for himself. His grandfather made sure that he got a good education, something that came quite easily to him. For nearly twenty-five years now, he stood as the soul proprietor of The Gilded Page, a small antique book shop with a Victorian style front that faced the street on Charing Cross, in London. He’d practically written his soul away for the loan years ago, but all of that had paid off very well for him indeed.

It was difficult to be an antique dealer, much less a purveyor of rare titles. To be such a thing required intimate and vast knowledge on the subject and a great deal of trust between private collectors, auction houses and the like. But over the years he had mastered to do just that. This place wasn’t for someone to come and browse in like Barnes and Noble. God, no. The shop’s walls were lined high with books that were shelved in cases and behind glass. There were two large rooms for the ground floor, a chandelier with muted lighting hanging in the main room. Tables had some books here and there, and there were large volumes in display that were open, revealing the handwritten and painted work within the pages. And above all this was the flat he lived in. This place was just as much apart of his home.

In order to be seen by him an appointment had to be made. Book collectors tended to run in certain circles, and James liked to get information ahead of time so he could gather various titles from various places that might interest a buyer, and sometimes that took a bit of time with all the bartering and buying he had to do.

So in the second room, there sat a rounded table with a few comfortable high back chairs. He was expecting his client, a Mister Jaime Lannister. It would be difficult to not know that last name in London. But like all possible clientele, he gathered the volumes he’d obtained that may have been of interest as to what he was told on the phone weeks before hand. He’d just gotten some tea ready, which he also had brought out for that table with cream and sugar available. It was getting about that time, and to impress a new client was paramount in this business.

[bubblexxgoblin]

Platonic CG Steven and reader please? (Sorry for being so late, I didn’t see your post on my dash)

Platonic CG Steven X gn reader

(with a little tiny bit of CG Connie)

Fun day with Steven including roller coaster rides, head scratches, phone calls and nap time.

Warnings: age regression as a coping mechanism. Steven and Connie are dating.

Notes: It's a little long and not my best work but the original got deleted so I had to retype it from memory

"Maybe we should go on one more ride?" Steven asked, grabbing your wrist so he didn't lose you in the crowd of Beach City Funland.

"We haven't gone on this coaster!" He pointed to the rather large roller coaster in question and glanced back at you for response. "sure." You fight back the urge to yawn. You'd been at Funland for hours, and all of the walking made your legs ache a bit into your body tired. However, if Steven wanted to go on one more ride you figured you could manage. He pulled to you towards the fairly short line, readjusting the large bag of cotton candy he bought you in his free, the closer you got to the front.

When you finally made it to the front of the line you were the last seat in the coaster to be filled. Wiggling into your seat next to your friend as he unconsciously began fidgeting over your seat belt making sure it would secure and tight. Honestly you so down a bit as he fixed everything. "Too tight?"

"Um... huh?"

He laughed at your space brain. "Is it too tight?"

"no, thank you Steven."

"no prob kiddo." Muttered clicking his own seat belt into place.

The roller coaster clicked into place before starting and once again he looked over to his side to stare at you. Jokingly he bumped your elbows together. "You don't need me to hold your hand do you?"

"pft no." You definitely should have held his hand as roller coaster shot forward quickly going through intricate loops and tubes even at one point stopping for a few seconds at the top of a loop. It went around twice and settled back down at the end.

A little dizzy, the two of you unclipped your restraints and waddled your way out of the coaster. Stevens curls work even more messy than usual and your shirt wrinkles and creases are blown into it. Two of you walk down the stairs and you almost trip over your own feet from the floor still spinning a bit, but Steven caught you.

"Oh! WE TAKE A PICTURE TO SEND CONNIE BEFORE WE GO!" You perk up slightly which startled Steven a bit. Even a few pedestrians turn to look mostly tourist as locals were used to random outbursts especially with Steven around.

He pulled about his phone and held it out to you. Steven doesn't believe in keeping a password on his phone so you swipe up on the screen and fumble through it to the camera. Standing in front of him you But other than enthusiastic smiles before clicking the button to take the photo.

It was taking out an odd angle because of Steven's height So you couldn't see your smile at all in the photo but it had a certain charm to it. "Wait, let's do it again..."

"No, I like this one." He hurriedly snatched his phone to press send

•photo•

° We miss you! °

"there."

"That's not fair , I looked bad."

"trust me it's Connie, She wouldn't care if We were dressed in trash bags." He ruffled your hair "lets go."

You groan up the idea of more walking to get to the van. "Why are we groaning?"

"mmmwalking-" you whine. Steven looks at

you and sighs.

"come here." He sat on the ground in front of you and you stood looking at the back of his head confused. "Well climb on, we should get home So I have time to cook dinner." Oh. You Do what you told clamoring onto his black and he stands up and begins walking again. As you walk you pass by a few familiar faces, waving at Onion and getting no response at all, passing Sadie and getting a smile, seeing (no longer mayor) Dewey being sketchy.

Finally after such an exciting day you begin realizing just how tired you are your eyes begin to flutter and close and you relax slumping onto Steven more. Hands cling to his shirt and an unconscious attempt to hold yourself from falling over But your brain knew Steven wouldn't let you fall.

You barely noticed being put into the backseat of the van until Steven tsked like a suburban soccer mom and began talking about how unsafe it was for your shoes to be untied as he fixed the loops on your sneakers. He placed your bag of cotton candy next to you in the chair and took a picture to show Connie later. He climbed into the front seat of the car and started it up. He got a notification on his phone.

•Picture•

He smiled at the picture of his girlfriend smiling and her roommate at college. Her hair had grown out a bit more due to lack of a haircut and it was thrown in a messy ponytail. She held up the peace sign to the camera.

°awwwww. meanies without me ( ⚈̥̥̥̥̥́⌢⚈̥̥̥̥̥̀)°

°make sure y/n gets some water, dork. I'll just hang out with my own cool roommate.°

°love you!°

He put his phone away and smiled even brighter to himself glancing in the rear view mirror at your sleeping form drooling a bit in the back seat.

"ok, let's get you home and in some pajamas." Drummed his fingers on the steering wheel before finally turning out of the park and leaving it behind him.

It was mostly silent ride music on low and you didn't even realize you had left the park until he woke you up while trying to unbuckle your seatbelt. "Stevie?"

"aw shoot. I didn't mean to wake you up." He frowned. "Come on since you're up we can get you a quick bath okay? You gotta do it by yourself though."

"ok."

Once again he lifted you up but this time carrying you as if you're a small child Which was pretty easy considering his height. He walked to the door of your small beach house (Not too far away from the crystal gems temple.) And waddled in dropping the other stuff he was carrying on the couch. He put his keys on the counter as the two of you passed and led you to the bathroom. Sitting you down on the lid of the toilet He started some bath water. "I'll be back." He muttered mostly to himself it seemed.

you watched him disappear around the corner into your room. Staring at the running water you begin to dissociate, slipping quickly into a smaller mindset.

Suddenly your brain becomes very hyper aware of the fact that your legs hurt, and you miss your friend Connie, and you have to go to work tomorrow. A frown finds its way onto your face. Gross. You felt Like shrinking away and hiding in a pillow fort.

Wrapped up in your thought you didn't notice that your roommate reentered the room until he turned off the water you'd been staring at. In his hands were a pair of pink pajamas with little stars on them.

"ok i'm going to start dinner. You'll be ok?''

You nod tiredly at him and wait for him to close the door before getting ready to step into the bath. Taking off your sweater and hat from your day at the park, before sitting in the warm bubbles. For a minute You just sit there, your small brain unaware of what you should do. You raise your hand to scratch at your nose and let it plop back down into the water. A couple begins floating in the air until it pops against the metal faucet making you giggle.

Steven in the kitchen holding a box of spaghetti noodles looks in the direction of your giggling and smiles to himself shaking his head. ' They definitely won't be getting very clean.' he sighs sitting at the counter waiting for the water to boil. Eventually he adds in the noodles and sits some more until finally, you emerge from the bathroom, your pajamas disheveled from rushing to put them on and your hair damp from playing in the water. you waddle into the kitchen sitting beside him at the counter.

"Will you brush my hair?" Your voice is small and cute and he eagerly takes the brush and his hands. "of course. We've got a minute before spaghetti. Water?" He hands you a sippy cup and although it's phrased as a question you understand that it's not. He starts brushing your hair gently, running his fingers through it as pieces of wet hair flop in your face. He hums an enthusiastic tone under his breath. You feel both the brush and his fingers scratching at your scalp and close your eyes to listen to his hum better. It was a comfortable moment. That continued successfully making you even more sleepy, You fought to stay awake a little longer.

Steven opened his mouth to tell you he needed to check on this spaghetti but was effectively cut off by his phone ringing. Connie's face flashed on screen and he stopped brushing your hair briefly to answer.

"Hello?" He was greeted with a smiling Connie on the screen.

"Steven! I'm so happy to see you. never guess what just happened!"

You perk up a bit at the sound of Connie's voice glancing at the camera. She was always very nice to you.

"I scored the highest grade on my history of medicine class project."

"Congratulations. I'm very proud of you."

"Oh you should have seen Carrie Wesley's dumb face." She proceeded to mock the voice of the mean girl in her class. "Really Maheswaran? What's the best you've got?" She laughed. "But guess what my projects still beat yours Carrie." she giggled and Y/n couldn't help but giggle with her. Connie hearing the third voice on call for the first time gasped loudly. "Is that Y/n. Show me the baby."

"Hi Connie." You cheese happily at the camera as Steven hands you the phone from its place on the counter.

"Hi y/n. You got the star pajamas I sent you!"

"Mmhm! Thank you." You begin to nod and Steven removes the brush from your hair placing it on the counter to go wash his hands.

"Is that water you've got?" She cooed nicely through the phone getting an eager nod in return. "Good job. What's for dinner?"

You let out a big yawn and rub your face. "Spaghetti and garlic bread."

"Yummy." As the two of you talk you begin to wander off towards the living room to lay on the couch and eventually Steven comes and joins you. "Dinner's ready if you want to eat."

"Not yet." You yawn, handing him his phone back so he can speak with his girlfriend and laying down beside him on the couch. Finally you get to close your eyes listening to the animated talkings of Connie and Steven catching up for the week. Thick fingers begin to unconsciously scratch at your scalp again as you drift off beside him.

Completely relaxed.

Bonus:

Steven pulls his fingers from your hair and grabs a couch pillow to place under your head. Connie whispers through the phone "They need a blanket too."

"I'm going as fast as I can." Even when you're sleeping the two of them fawn over their cute adorable friend.

[koitrash]

I like your voice P7 [Finale]

A nice filthy smut to finish off strong

Pairing: Ellie x Fem Reader

Warnings: MDNI!! NSFW, Fingering, Biting (just a tad), Praise, Strap on

Word count: 3k

You were woken by your burning throat, screaming desperately for water. You jerked up, eyes squeezed shut, scared that the world was still violently spinning. Reaching to your nightstand you tried to recollect your memory of how you got home. A vague image of throwing up, then Ellies hand on your waist as she hauled you up- Ellie. Your eyes flew open realizing that you weren't at home, but another familiar house. Gaze rushing to your hand still reached for a water bottle that wasn't there, but instead a glass filled with the one thing your brain screamed for the most. You chugged that shit, some water missing your lips and sliding down your chin. After you finished you scoped out the room, realizing it wasn't spinning anymore- thank god. Ellie, however, wasn't lying beside you in bed. Pushing the covers off your legs sprung a violent reminder on how bad you needed to pee. Standing up, Ellie immediately came into sight. She sat on her couch, watching you carefully, hands cradling a glass of water herself, wearing a cozy navy sweatshirt with the words ‘UEC’ on it in washed up green and yellow. You jumped a bit, confused on why she was looking at you so strange.

“How are you feeling?” Was all she said, blinking at you like she was snapping herself out of a daydream.

“I gotta pee.”

She laughed a bit, moving a blanket off her legs to stand up. “Go to the bathroom then.” You didn't have to be told twice, considering if you stood there for another minute there was no guarantee you weren't gonna piss yourself. Walking off you caught Ellie moving to the bed to grab your glass.

Peeing was like this amazing wash of relief. Your elbows met your knees and your hands cradled your face, and you realized you were still a bit tipsy which didn't surprise you considering how much you drank. Your face scrunched thinking about what time it was. It was dark out but Ellie was still awake which meant it couldn't be too late. Was she also still drunk?

Your messy frame met your reflection in the mirror. You look a fucking mess. You tried to smooth your hair and fix your shirt before washing your hands and returning back outside. Ellie was sitting on the bed now, the glass of water was now refilled and the Tv was turned on, playing some video game.

“I got you some more water if you were still thirsty. You can stay here tonight if you want.” Ellie said, remote lazily in her hand as she looked over at you.

“How are you feeling? You were pretty drunk too, right?” You questioned because now you honestly couldn't tell, she looked tired but sober nonetheless.

“Yeah, you throwing up sobered me mostly. I've just been drinking water, watching after you.” She turned back to the tv. Your heart soared at the thought of Ellie taking care of you, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't feel a twinge of guilt.

“Sorry.” You fiddled with your fingers, gazing at the clock next to her Tv read 12:23 AM. She stopped and turned to you, sending you a soft, reassuring smile. “It's okay, I didn't mind. If I'm being honest, I'd rather take care of you and know you're safe than you leave with some random girl.” She lifted the covers. “Come on- unless- '' The covers fell from her hold, flopping back down on the mattress. “ If your going to go back then I'll walk you-”

“No no,” You laughed, lifting the blanket back up to slide under. “ I wanna stay.” Staring at her she reflected your smile. God everything was a lot more awkward without any alcohol. Oh shit- the confession. Your hand flew to your mouth in realization and Ellies eyebrows furrowed as she watched you. Panicking under her gaze you dragged your hand down to your chin, then snaked around to your neck, scratching idly. Nice save. Which probably wasn't as smooth as you pictured it because Ellie still watched you, face dripping with concern.

“Uhh-” You forced out a cough. “What game are you playing?” Man you are on fire today. You mentally tooted your own horn.

“Uncharted…2, I think. Still not too sure what's happening though.” She turned back to the Tv, rolling her thumb to move the character on screen.

You watched her play for a while not feeling tired but wanting to cuddle, not too sure how to go about it. She was too hunched over to try to lean on her shoulder. You opted to lift her arm and lay your head on her lap, gazing up at her confused face that melted into a soft smile. Yes. The covers bent awkwardly under you as they now covered nothing. Ellie hand released the controller moving to rest on your waist, as she leaned down to meet your forehead, leaving a sweet, short kiss before pulling back again. Her eyes had a soft admiring gleam to them as they traveled over your features. You watched her as well, her brows pushed together slightly and you could count all the freckles on her face. If someone asked, you could even point out exactly what pretty shade of pink her lips were. You could give them every single detail of her face if they wanted. You could even tell them what to say to make her cheeks flush red, or what she was thinking just by a look in her eye. And right now that look she had was slowly dipping into heated territory, and it was exactly what you wanted.

“I meant every word I said, Y/n.” Ellie’s hand moved to cup your cheek, thumb swiping lightly over the corner of your lips. You were slightly taken aback since you fully thought she was just going to kiss you again. “I know we were drunk-” She stopped abruptly, face twisting in horror.

“Do you remember anything?” She questioned, looking like you had a knife up to her first born child. You couldn't help but laugh a little bit as you moved to hold her hand, still cupping your face.

“Yes, Ellie, I remember. And I meant everything I said too.” You smiled and her face lit up brightly. Now she was moving down to kiss you sweetly again and you savored every second of it. Your heart did somersaults as you felt her hands roll down to your neck. There was only so long you guys could make out in a position like this till necks started to ache. Once she broke the kiss you sat up, turning around immediately to make contact with her lips again.

Her hand stayed on your face as the other held herself up while you damn near climbed on top of her lap. The kiss was sweet and passionate but it was quickly shifting to one filled with desire and lust. You were leaned over her, knees by her ankles and the one hand holding you up, by her butt. Your tongue swiped her bottom lip, asking so politely for permission to taste her. She quickly accepted as your tongues danced together, your hand found its way under Ellie's sweatshirt, roaming the warm skin hiding underneath. She let out a soft open mouth sigh as you cupped her breast, squeezing lightly. She leaned back slightly, moving you forward as well. You couldn't help the soft gasp that left your mouth when Ellie pushed her thigh between your legs. You thought you had the upper hand, but she wasn't going to give it up that easily.

Your hips involuntary jerked, grinding into Ellie's thigh. The sensation was amazing as the wet sounds your mouths were making swirled the room. She pulled away from the kiss first, mouth open trying to grab as much air as her lungs could hold. You did the same as you stared at her lewd expression which turned you on more than you'd care to admit. Lucky for you she was wearing sweatpants today. Your lips found their way to Ellie's neck, sucking softly at the skin there she let out a beautiful moan which in turn amped you up to hear more.

Your hand grazed her stomach, trailing down to her heat. She whined, feeling an overload of sensations. Your fingers dipped under her waistband as you dug your teeth into her neck, not too hard but hard enough for her to gasp as her hand flew to fist your hair.

“Did you just bite me?” Ellie sighed out. You lifted your head from her neck, panic rising quickly.

“Was that weird?”

“No- It- It was hot.” Ellie looked just as surprised as she sounded and you couldn't help the soft chuckle that left your lips. “Okay, noted.”

Her thigh grinded into you again and you bit down a moan because the pressure was building. And your mouth was back to her neck, sucking and biting. Her breathing was getting heavier now, hinting that you were doing something right. You let your fingers move closer to her heat as you pulled away.

“Is this okay?”

Ellie looked at you for a moment and you really took in how hot she was. Her skin was flushed from breathing so hard, lips slightly swollen, eyes shimmering brightly with lust.

“Yes, Y/n please touch me.” Ellie whined, and you were so eager to hear the delicious noises she made, it took everything not to pounce on her. Your fingers dipped into her entrance as she hummed, closing her eyes. You started to move, adding a thumb to her clit, kissing her lips until her breathing was too heavy to continue. Her open mouth moans and hips jerking told you it was time to add another finger.

“Right there.” Ellie sighed as her hand flew to your shoulder. Her mouth hung open as she moaned so sweetly you could bathe in it. Her plea sparked a fire under you, picking up the pace as her eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. “Your fingers feel-” She bit back a moan. “So...fucking good.” You curled your fingers, determined to hit the right spot to make her go crazy the way you are right now. Her head flew back as her mouth released erotic moans. “Look at me.” You grabbed her chin with your free hand, wanting nothing more but to see her beautiful face as you made her finish. And it was indeed beautiful. Her eyes were half lidded, glossed over with pleasure as her eyebrows lifted slightly, face flushed red with her lips open, mouthing something to you.

“Use your words, my love.” You smirked down at her feeling like you were on an ecstasy high.

“I'm gonna cum.” She whispered out, if you could even call it a whisper.

“Lemme hear you cum all over my fingers baby.”

Ellie's eyes screwed shut as her erotic moans filled the air, her walls squeezing and twitching around your fingers. She squealed out a final high pitched moan before she was left whimpering softly and was the hottest thing that's happened to you in your whole life, you rolled your hips slightly to relieve some pressure growing down there. You watched her come back to her senses as you removed your fingers, licking them sweetly. Once she caught her breath she was back at your lips, kissing you harshly till you needed to pull back for air. This time neither one of you guys could keep your hands off each other, skin hot and sticky as fingers roamed over it. It was like Ellie's orgasm lit a fire underneath her, now being rougher than before.

“I have something I wanna try.” She pulled back, her breath dancing sweetly on your lips. Your eyebrows pushed together for a moment. “Okay..”

Ellie got up moving to her drawer, fumbling around a bit before turning back to you with a dildo in her hand. You gawked at the toy, somewhat impressed but mostly confused.

“Where the hell did you get that?” You laughed.

“I found it at a store on my last patrol.” She moved closer to you, “Don't worry it was still in the box brand new, surprisingly.” The cleanliness of the toy wasn't your first concern.

“I- I've never,” Your eyes traveled around the room awkwardly. “I've never done anything like that before, I've only been fingered.”

“Oh.” Ellie's mouth stayed in a small ‘O’ shape as she stood there for a second, obviously surprised. “I thought you dated that one guy?”

“Ellie, I didn't- We didn't do anything like that. I wasn't really into him before realizing I'm not into men at all.” You sighed, really not wanting to have this conversation while your pussy was drowning from the heated moment just seconds pior. “I want to try it though, with you.” You settled, voice small, embarrassed.

It only took a glance back at Ellie for her to all but pounce on you, lips meeting each other harshly again. The soft sighs her mouth released made your back arch as her fingers roamed your waist. She was on top of you this time, hands moving to slide your underwear off since your pants have been long gone since you woke up here. You sighed, closing your eyes to savor her sweet kisses trailing down your stomach, soon reaching your thighs, spreading them open unconsciously. She lifted herself, fingers right before your entrance.

“Oh… my pretty girl.” Ellie sighed, eyes traveling over the curves of your body like she could paint every detail, every outline, every dip in your skin. Meanwhile you felt like you were on fire, every word that left her mouth was melting your heart. A finger dipped inside you, pulling and thrusting quickly. Your breath became rigid as you stared into Ellie's eyes, still drinking up the lewd sight in front of her. Another finger entered, making you jerk your hips involuntarily. You had a deep appreciation for Ellie's lovely fingers. Her hands knew the right places to touch, her slender fingers reached spots that made you want to melt. Not to mention how hot her tattoo was as her arm flexed thrusting into you. Then they were gone and you were left empty, Ellie moved to fumble with the straps, sliding them on awkwardly. She moved the dildo right above your slit, resting it softly before looking back up at you. You couldn't deny the slight shiver your hips did in anticipation.

“Are you sure?” Ellie asked, looking for any concern on your face.

You bit the inside of your lip as you hummed confirmation, slightly nervous. And then it entered you and you sucked a sharp breath in. It didn't feel bad, just kinda cold. It slid in with ease probably from how wet you were. Ellie sat there for a second, waiting for you to feel comfortable enough to start moving. “Is this okay?” She asked. “Yeah” you breathed out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. “You can move… slowly.” You placed your hand on her hips guiding them gently. She looked rather appreciative of the gesture. And then it felt good. Like really good. Your breath was getting heavier as she picked up the pace, you didn't have to hold her hips anymore, she just knew what to do to make you go wild. Her hands were on your hips, gripping roughly. Your head snapped to the side, pleasure pulsing through your system.

A hand snaked up your neck, to your cheek, then your hair, gripping tightly Ellie turned you back to her. “Lemme see.” Was all she said as her hips snapped back into you, your moans erotic and fast. “Mmmm that's my good girl, you look so pretty.” The lewd comments made your heart soar. Her hair was slipping out of her messy bun, sticking to her temple as her eyes hung low, looking at you like you were her last meal. Face mimicking yours, but softer. She placed a hand on your lower stomach pressing down lightly. It was like she just added an extra sense of pressure now pooling quickly as you dropped your mouth, back arching and hands flying to guide Ellie's face back to yours. “Faster.” You whispered against her lips. And she did just that, snapping her hips into yours quickly. Her hand left your waist to collide into your clit, circling it roughly. It was in that moment you knew you couldn't last any longer.

You imagined a spring inside you, pulling back till it couldn't anymore, threatening to snap at any moment. “There, right there.” A plea fell from your lips and it was like a fire ignited in Ellie's eyes, grunting lightly as she thrusted into you again. Then it was pure bliss and ecstasy. You let out a high pitched moan as your hands tightened in Ellie's hair. She gently kissed your neck as you came down from your high, both breathing heavy.

“That was amazing.” You sighed, finally catching your breath.

“Yeah.” Ellie pulled back, staring at you almost surprised that you were really here and you guys just fucked.

“Where have you been all my life?” A small laugh left your lips.

“Waiting on you to come find me.” She reflected your smile, placing a short kiss on your lips.

End. :)

WEWWWWW that was a rollercoaster of a fic man. Also i have no idea if that hand on your lower stomach while getting fucked thing feels good but i read it in a book once. Someone pls tell me if its true. Also i don't know how a strap works i've literally never done it, so i hope i got that right. This whole thing hit almost 20k so thanks to everyone who stuck around for it all. For my first fic every id say it wasn't that bad. Im taking requests so gimme some ideas this was so much fun i could write about Ellie all day. Next slow burn fic will hopefully be more fluffy, I gotta work on that. Thanks for reading this far i literally love you all so much <333

Yall caught that reference to the university from the first tlou UEC ;)

[princessgurl]

Well in the end, if you have a system made out of n = integer particles that AREN'T bound to each other, to know exactly how the system behaves when a force is applies to it you qould have to study the dynamic of every single particle that constitutes the system, which is often borderline impossible to do (think about the 10^23 molecules in just a mol of oxygen for example).

What we can do very well with this kind of systems tho is study how the center of mass of the system behaves when a force is applied to the system.

I can't type out the math for this because it's currently very very late for me and i don't know where the symbols are on my phone (i can send pictures later tho if you want a more detailed explanation :3)

Basically, we can prove that every force applied to the system can be thought as being applied to its center of mass (COM), which is a single point in which we can consider "focused" all the mass of the system.

So to know the trajectory of the COM of a system subjected to a series of forces F we can just use the same formalism that you used for a single particle.

As i said tho this doesn't give us knowledge about how every single particle of the system moves.

We can however use what has been said about the COM of a system in a much more useful way when we are dealing with systems in which the particles ARE bound to each other in a strong way, that makes so that the distance between every 2 particles never changes. This systems are basically what constitutes everything that's solid, like rocks, trees and stuff.

Since the distance between every 2 particles is fixed, that means that when the COM moves, the whole system follows it. So if we know the trajectory of the COM we know the trajectory of every single particle in it!

Tho, since the system is a rigid body (that's how this kind of systems are called in my country) it means that it can pivot too.

To describe how a rigid body pivots around a point P we can use the torque that a force applies to the rigid body. Torque in a nutshell is defined as:

T = R x F

Where R is the distance between P and the point in which the force is applied.

We can prove that just like we did with forces (same method) that how a rigid body rotates can be calculated summing all the different torques generated by all the forces that act on the system.

Those 2 equations (the one for the forces and the one for the torques) are called CARDINAL EQUATIONS, and at least for rigid bodies, they are the only equations needed to study how a system behaves when forces act on it.

P.S.

Torque might not me the exact term for what i described, but i don'tknow the right word for it and i'm too tired to search it, it's called momentum in my country.

Also, i know this probably isn't exactly what you were searching for and i'm sorry if it's hard to follow in some points, english isn't my first language and trying to pack so many concepts in a tumblr post is a bit hard for me. Still i hope it helped at least a little, as i said i can send pictures of the math part and if you search cardinal equations online you'll probably find less messy explanations of them x3

So, ok, the formalism for classical mechanics is:

a particle is an ordered pair (m, r(t)), where m is a real constant and r(t) is a function from R to R^3

a force is a function f : R -> R^3

for each particle there is a set of forces said to be "acting on" the particle

there is the condition that if (m, r) is a particle and F is the set of forces acting on (m, r), then ΣF = md^2r/dt^2.

This makes sense, but it's not that constrained. Like I can posit any old forces and make anything happen. But I guess the forces which you're allowed to posit are constrained by... something. Fields. How does this work?

[fandom-puff]

Mating

Pairing: Remus Lupin X Reader

Requested by: anon

Summary: you’ve done a good enough job of covering up your attraction to your new colleague... that is until the moon cycle heightens his senses...

AN: I’m getting there with these requests! I’ve been going through them at my own pace- sorry if I’ve rejected your request though- id rather not write it if I don’t have the inspiration to do so 💖💖💖

Also I went to TOWN on this one, so feedback is greatly appreciated !!

Gif creds to owner as usual x

Warnings: rough, possessive sex, swearing, breeding kink , werewolf tricks (scents, mating, knotting)

Drawing your robe tighter around yourself, silently cursing Severus for putting people in detention. You had agreed to take over his patrols for the night, when in reality, you wanted nothing more than to go to bed. Sighing, you held your lit wand out in front of you, walking up the corridor, occasionally nodding at a passing ghost, telling Peeves to bugger off, greeting snoozing portraits...

The silence of the dark corridors allowed you to mull over your thoughts, figure out some lesson plans, what you would get people for christmas the next time you visited Hogsmeade, but as usual, your train of thought wandered, soon landing on a particular Professor. Smiling dumbly to yourself, you pictures him in your mind, from his grey-flecked hair to his shabby, patched robes; his kind, tired eyes to his light stubble and moustache; his trim chest to his long, elegant fingers...

Shuddering slightly, you tugged your lip between your teeth. What that man could do with his fingers, you mused, remembering at dinner earlier that evening, watching as he wrapped his hands around his goblet- you came to the conclusion that those fingers would look much better wrapped around your throat...

You were so lost in your thoughts that you bumped headlong into the object of your desires. How did you know it was him? Was it his gentle hands grasping your arms to stop you falling backwards? Was it the gentle words he uttered asking if you were okay? No. It was his scent, of all things, which lingered on his comfy knitted jumper- tea and books and... the forbidden forest... you couldn’t help but inhale a few gulps before mumbling your apology, making to move past him. Those hands grabbed your arm again, stopping you dead in your tracks.

“Why not walk with me, YN? Your patrol won’t be as lonely,” he said kindly, smiling down at you. You could see a slight glint of his white teeth in the wandlight as you nodded. Together and in relative silence, you strolled the corridors, occasionally murmuring to one another- yes the weather had been a bit rubbish lately, that book is excellent, no I didn’t know it’s the full moon in three days...

You knew about remus’s condition, as everyone on the staff did. Why was he bringing it up? Did he think you were scared? Did he think you would run away once it clicked? You didn’t care that he was a werewolf, of course you didn’t. If anything, it often made you wonder what he was like in bed before the Full moon. He seemed tired all the time, but you had read about mating- would mild-mannered Remus Lupin evolve into a primal beast? Would he dig his nails into your skin as he got carried away? Would he fuck you from behind like an animal? Did he have a deep-rooted urge to fill you with his seed and watch you swell with his pups...?

“YN? You aren’t listening to a word I’m saying, are you?” Remus’s voice shook you from your depraved thoughts.

“Hmm?” You asked, letting out a shaky breath. Your knees were wobbly and you could feel heat and wetness pooling in your knickers. You would most certainly be fucking yourself tonight thinking of him.

“I said we’re at my rooms. You’re very welcome to come in for a cup of tea if you like? Might have something stronger in a cupboard somewhere for a nightcap,” he said, smirking slightly. Were your eyes deceiving you or did he just lick his lips?

“I... Er... yes please?” You said, nibbling your lip. Your midnight masturbation would have to wait tonight it seemed. You took a seat on one of Lupin’s armchairs as he pottered about the kitchenette, fixing tea for you both. He soon carried it over and sat opposite you as you sipped at your drinks, once again silent. Remus inhaled deeply through his nose and leg out a soft sigh, before fixing you with a stare, his eyes flashing amber- or was that just the firelight playing tricks?

“God, I wish I was a legilimens,” he hummed. You frowned, cocking up your eye brow and setting your teacup down.

“Why’s that?” You asked, leaning forward, your lips slightly parted.

“Because I’d be able to figure out what’s got you so aroused,” he murmured. You gulped, biting your lip hard as you stared at one another before your lips were smashed together in a messy, desperate kiss. Your teeth clashed and you were both grabbing handfuls of the other’s hair as Remus pulled you into his lap, moaning lowly. “I guess that answers that question,” he grunted as you tipped your head back and sighed.

“H-how did you know?” You gasped as his teeth scraped right over your pulse point.

“Your eyes glaze over when you daydream,” he grinned, nibbling your earlobe. “And do you want to know a lesser-known fact about werewolves?” You nodded eagerly, your nails scraping over his scalp. “Around and on the full moon, our senses peak. Touch, hearing, sight, taste... smell... I could smell your arousal before we were even on the same corridor, YN... now tell me... was that all for me?”

You shuddered as his growl vibrates through your throat. “Yes!” You whimpered, trying to grind on him, but there were too many layers between you both and you whined out dejectedly. “A-all for you, Remus, f-for ages now!” Remus grunted and licked at the blood vessel at the side of your neck, you pulse throbbing against his tongue.

“I know, darling. Moony knows...” you sighed softly, eyes rolling back as you felt gentle hands on your waist, stilling your movements. “If we carry on, YN... Moony will take over. He will claim you as his mate, eternally. If that is what you want, I am more than happy to oblige, but if you are even a shred unsure, please leave my chambers. We can discuss this after the moon when it is safe-”

You pressed a tender kiss to his lips, pulling away and resting your forehead against his. “I want this. I’ve wanted this for ages... please, remus, I’m yours. I’ve felt... drawn to you since we met. It makes sense,”

He smiled weakly. “You understand what you are getting yourself into, this close to the moon? Our first coupling together will not be tender. Passionate, most certainly, but by no means gentle,” you could feel his hands trembling from the effort of keeping control.

“I’m yours, remus,” you whispered, bringing one of his hands down to cup your soaked, clothed heat, biting your lip hard. “I want this. Please, remus, mate with me,”

It was as if something snapped inside him. Without the aid of your hand, he pressed his hand into your heat, feeling how slick you were even through your knickers, attacking your neck with feverish kisses as you rutted against his hand, the heel of his palm mashing into your clit in the most deliciously searing way. Reluctantly, remus pulled his hand away, kissing away your whimpers of protest as he carried you to his bedroom, flinging you down on the bed and hovering over you, his thumb and forefinger tracing the hem of your shirt. “Take it off, remus,” you begged, and he was all too happy to oblige, soon stripping you to your underwear. Gulping, he looked you in the eye as he trailed one finger up your navel, grinning as you shivered and arched your back. “Need to feel you, Remus, please!” You pleaded. Normally, remus would be unwilling to undress fully, ashamed of his scars, but this close to the Moon, he had only one thing on his mind. Almost comically quickly, he tugged his jumper, shirt and trousers off, kicking them aside, practically pouncing on you to kiss you again. You pouted at not being quite able to see his erection straining at his boxers, but were quickly consoled when you felt it pressing hard against your thighs.

“Remus!” You moaned, trailing your hands up his strong back, your fingertips dancing over the silvery ridges of his scars, clutching onto him as though your life depended on it. You could feel the heat radiating off him, hear his pulse quickening just like your own, hear him panting above you. You were so close to him, yet so far, your underwear providing an unbearably wide wall between you both as you longed to feel him against your most sensitive parts. As if reading your mind, remus briefly pulled away and with a flick of his wand, you were both completely bare. Mouth ajar, you eyed up his cock, feeling your cunt clench around nothing at just the thought of accommodating his throbbing length and girth. Sensing your worry, remus nuzzled his face into your neck and kissed your pulse point gently. “I won’t hurt you, darling,” he whispered. “Nor will Moony,” nodding, you spread your legs. Remus groaned as he inhaled, already getting drunk off the scent of your soaked nether region. “Another time, my dear, I am going to drink from your cunt until you can’t come any more,”

You shivered and nodded, biting your lip. “That had best be a promise,” you moaned out, pushing his hair out of his face, breathy gasps and moans escaping you as you felt the bulbous head of his cock tapping against your throbbing clit. “Please, remus,” you begged, your legs moving instinctively to wrap around him.

Your begging was all he needed. He pushed his thick cock into you, stretching you out, grasping your hips to stop your wiggling as he revelled in the soaking heat of your clenching channel, soon moving his hands to grasp your thighs and hold them further apart. “I am going to mate with you, yn,” he growled. “I am going to claim you as mine, and I will be yours. I will fill you with my seed until your swollen with my pups. And when I come, you will feel my cock swell inside you to make sure my seed takes root,”

The filth spewing from his lips had your head reeling, and you bucked your hips up eagerly, begging him to do all of those things as he began fucking you relentlessly, the sounds of skin slapping and the wet noises of your coupling filling the small room as you gripped onto eachother. Remus’s lips found yours and you moaned loudly into his mouth as his tongue collided with yours before he sucked on it gently, sending jolts of pleasure sizzling through your every nerve. You had never felt more alive, more full, more worshiped than you did in that moment, your nails dug into remus’s arms as his thrusting became sloppy as he neared his end. “P-please don’t stop, Remus! Don’t pull out, please! Need to feel you fill me up properly!” You cried, your head resting on his shoulder. Remus grunted and nodded, his hips snapping hard against yours as he neared his peak.

“Bite my neck, YN, love!” He grunted. “Mark me as your mate while I do the same to- Ah! Fuck! Good girl!” You sunk your teeth into his pulse point, sucking harshly. Instinctively, you knew just where to bite, and you gently licked over the wound, moaning lowly as you felt the base of his cock begin to swell as he stilled inside you, the first spurt of cum painting your walls as his groaned out lowly. He basked in his orgasm for a brief moment, before leaning down to suck and bite your neck the same way you had.

You screamed.

The bite to your neck caused a white-hot surge of pleasure to rip through you as you felt your trembling body come undone, your stretched walls clenching tight around Remus’s swollen cock, milking every last drop out of him as you panted, tears streaming down your cheeks as you sobbed from the overwhelming pleasure and the rush of hormones your mating had caused.

Cooing gently, remus lowered you carefully onto your side, facing him, his cock still swollen inside you for the time being. The slight movement had you whimpering and Reaching up to kiss him messily. “I love you,” you moaned, hiding your face in his neck as your body relaxed.

Remus smiled gently and kissed your head and face over and over, pushing your hair out of your eyes. “I’m sorry it was so intense, darling. It’s not always like that, I promise,” he whispered.

“N-no... I loved that. The connection, both emotional and... physical,” you reached up and stroked the tender bite at your throat, shuddering as it twinged. “I am yours,” you murmured, reaching to kiss him gently.

“And I am yours,” he responded, stroking your hair. “My beautiful, beautiful mate, I love you,”

Soon, his cock softened enough to slip out of you, and you groaned softly, already very achey from your coupling. Remus smiled apologetically and spelled away the remnants of your pleasure, tugging the covers up around you. Instinctively, you massaged your lower belly, although you knew it was unlikely that he had knocked you up so soon, especially as you were on wizarding contraceptives. You frowned slightly, a sad twinge rattling your innermost instincts. Remus laughed gently.

“Soon, sweetheart. Soon you will swell with my pups. Just not quite yet,” he said gently, knowing that your mating would have unlocked something deep rooted in your instincts, something rather maternal. You pouted a little but nodded, curling into his side. He was right. There would be plenty of time for breeding later. Before then, you and your mate had some catching up to do before the full moon...

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[tommyspeakycap]

Can I request some chilly fluff? Anything really, just some cute sweet chilly fluff with a little bit of angst maybe?

of course! here's an idea that's been swimming around my brain all day lol

helping hand

ben isn't coping with his newest responsibility and his best friend comes to save the day once again

It's honestly less about the news than it is about the fact that you didn’t here it from him. Texts have gone mostly unanswered since you read that online article you first believed was false, only for it to be confirmed by him. You offered a congratulations despite the pain it brought to you to hear that you had completely lost your chance.

You had probably called him about a million times, each time ringing out and some even being hung up after merely a few rings.

At first, you worried that something had happened. Then you managed to wrangle the news out of Mason that everything was well, you let yourself have those days of utter heartbreak that he had found a girl, started to settle down and then completely cut you out of the picture. This was the first time in all of your 23 years that you hadn't been able to speak to him about things that were going on. He seemed to have completely fogotten about you and you couldn't bring yourself to think of a reason why.

She never really did like you, his girlfriend. You could only imagine it had something to do with the fact that Ben was incredibly close with you. A lot of girls had been unhappy with the fact that while dating Ben, they were subject to teasing that everyone was surprised he was dating when they had thought he was so clearly in love with you. You understand that, it would be irritating but nothing had ever happened between you and Ben that might suggest you would ever get together. People just love a rumour.

What had really hit you, however was seeing her from the Instagram you followed. She didn't even appear to be in London, never mind with him and that made no sense by the timeline you had managed to figure out.

That's how you found yourself standing at his door with what felt like a million bags and a feeling of hurt you had never actually had before. You cornered Mason, refusing to leave until he told you what the hell was going on and when he did, you were gone like a flash with a broken heart to seek out the man who needed you now more than he ever did.

Your heart shatters even more when you step into his house, pushing it open and pulling out the key he gave you a few months ago as you head carefully to the kitchen. You can hear him trying to talk, his voice strained and croaky as he attempts to speak over the sound of the screaming baby girl.

"Come on sweetheart," he begs, "Please take your bottle, I promise you're just tired."

His house is messier than you've ever seen it with gifts unopened, blankets and bottles, baby toys and clothes strewn around everywhere you could see.

You're quick and quiet to get to work clearing the place up, clean clothes being folded and sat in his clean laundry hamper while sorting the dirty things and shoving them into the washing machine by colour before tidying away all the blankets into the baby boxes he had set up in his front room. The infant upstairs screams the entire time you whiz around, throwing an entire bin bag worth of rubbish out of his kitchen before restocking all the shelves and his empty fridge with food for him and milk powder for the little girl. The pizza you shoved in the oven the second you arrived was finished after 15 minutes, so you plated that and left it on the kitchen island before you decided to make you presence known to him.

"Need a helping hand?"

His head whips around rapidly, instinctively tucking his daughter closer into his chest before he recognised your voice and turned his face back away from you. "You shouldn't be here, (y/n)." He mumbles, bouncing his legs to try and get that screeching to stop before he starts crying again himself.

How had everything ended up so messy? He found a girl that he thought he loved, he had his best friends and he had you. She got pregnant and he was ecstatic until she told him she wasn't interested in having a baby. It was too late to do anything about it, so she gave birth to that baby and legally signed over parental rights wholly and fully to a destroyed Ben. You, of course, had to find this out half from the tabloids and half from Mason. Ben was absolutely affronted. He was mortified. How had he gotten himself in this position?

You were the first and only person he wanted to tell. He was desperate to seek out your arms and have an absolute sob to you so you could help him fix this like you do with everything else, but he couldn't bring himself to face you. He cut you off slowly and carefully without even noticing himself because she had coaxed him into it. She played him like a fiddle, let him grow her platform and fund her lifestyle until she had everything she wanted from him and left him with something that was supposed to be theirs to love forever.

As if things couldn't get worse, from the moment he found out she was having a baby he had realised he didn't want kids or a life with anyone but you and now here he is, with a baby that has no mother and he had lost you. How could he just go back crying to you now after all the hurt he had caused you? What kind of person does that? He made this mess and it was his to clean up.

"Mason told me what happened. You can fight me all you want, Ben but I'm not going to go anywhere so you may as well just let me help." You say firmly, not inviting a single space for him to actually contest your words. His shoulder deflate even further than they already are as he finally turns to meet your eyes.

There's bags and dark circles beneath his with greasy, messy hair and a shirt he probably hadn't changed in longer than he should.

"I'm sorry." He croaks, clamping down on his lip with his teeth so he doesn't immediately burst out crying at the sight of you standing there in his house. God, he's missed you so much he couldn't even begin to put it into words and his emotions are so messed up from the lack of sleep that he'll cry at just about anything right now. "It's forgotten about. We don't have to talk about it, I'm here to help."

The weight that lifts off of Ben's shoulder is the kind of immense relief that only really you can bring to him, honestly. There are few people that he has ever met that can ease him like you can and knowing he doesn't have to explain this whole situation really is something he's so thankful for.

"This is Lilly," he says weakly, nodding his head down at her whining. You smile immediately and without thought, stepping forward to get a closer look at the small baby, only two weeks old and already giving her dad a run for his money. "Hello Lilly," you coo softly, raising your hand to stroke her cheek with your finger in the most gentle manner he's ever seen. "Can I? I feel like I've missed out on two weeks worth of aunt (y/n) cuddles."

He tries not to think much into the fact you refer to yourself as her aunt because if he lets enough thought onto it, he'll find himself breaking his heart over you all over again. Ben nods, passing her into your arms carefully.

"I'll feed her, I made some pizza for you so you should go eat." You hold our your hand to take the bottle from him, but he frowns. "I-" Ben stutters, "I don't want to just lump you with her, plus she's upset so I shouldn't leave her y'know? It's not fair on-"

"Go and eat Ben, and have a shower while you're at it. We'll be fine in here, I've babysat a million times before." You shrug, taking the bottle from him as you step further into the nursery instead of standing in the doorway cradling the still whimpering little girl in her pink onesie. "But I-"

"Go."

"I should-"

"Ben go, now."

Ben sighs in defeat and turns on his heel, the rumbling of his stomach finally giving him away as he realises just how hungry and smelly he actually is. No wonder the infant was crying in his hold.

He trudges downstairs, hearing the sounds of those winging dying down as he does, half expecting to walk into the messy swamp he had left when he went upstairs earlier this morning, only to see the whole bottom floor of the house was basically as spotless as it had been the day he moved in, bar the baby variety adjustments he had made to welcome the new arrival.

He makes a mental note to thank you more and do some grovelling and apologising later on. He knows he has to do it and he knows he'll explain in more detail what really happened probably later today, but for now he will scoff that pizza down his throat faster than he has ever consumed a meal in all of his life before raining the cupboards that he discovered you had stocked. He is reminded with every step he takes around his house that this is you, again, here holding him up when the world around him feels like its completely crumbled.

This is what you do, you keep him together, fix him up after the heartbreaks and breakups preparing him for the next girl who's pieces you'll have to pick up when they hurt him. This time he doesn't want another girl, he wants you. This time, the one time that he would be miles too late. He's got a baby now that he needs to focus on and he can't imagine that you're going to want an instant family even if you could really see past the fact he had ghosted you for nearly five straight months from the moment he found out his girlfriend was pregnant. He can't forgive himself, so how on earth would you?

If he would ask, you would tell him you already had. Seeing how hurt he was, how genuinely sorry things had ended dup like this with everyone in his life he was was enough for you. It was enough to cause you actual physical pain. You never could hold a grudge considering the situation he had ended up in.

Ben had never ever once in his life being more thankful for his shower. He’s also pretty sure he fell asleep against the wall with the heat of the shower steam loosening his muscles and the fatigue of barely an hours sleep catching up to him. He towel dries off his hair, letting the towel hang around his neck as he rubs it against his head while he pads along the soft carpet of his hallway from the bedroom to his beautifully done pink nursery where he hears no crying, at all.

But he does here soft talking.

“Giving your daddy a hard time eh, pretty girl.” You hum softly, slowly swaying from side to side. She lays in your arms, looking up at you and stealing every bit of your heart with her daddies eyes. “He deserves it a little, you know. Just ‘cause he done me out of some adorable baby cuddles y’know?” Ben can hear the teasing smile on your lips as he leans against the doorframe out of your sight, keeping quiet so as not to be detected. “But he’s a good man, sweet girl. One of the best, actually. And i know he’s already such a good daddy to you, he loves you so so much. Do you know that, eh?” You say quietly. Ben catches the sight of you swaying that amazed little baby who coos up at you, reaching for your finger to hold. “Mhm, and i love you too. You have no idea how loved you are.” That’s one thing Ben can agree on.

“And you might not know it now because you’re little, but i do know one thing for absolute certain; I’m always gonna be here for you, and for your daddy even if he’s as stubborn about it as they come. You’ve got to help me out though, eh sweet girl? Be good to that daddy of yours. Yeah, sleepy baby? Mhm, my sweet girl.” The way you hum, bouncing her carefully and swaying in just the right way for her to fall asleep in your arms. Ben watches you for only a minute more, softly singing a little lullaby to her that makes Ben’s heart swell to ache so much that he has to take a small little video before he heads off downstairs with one last look.

When you finally greet him downstairs with a tight hug that he sinks into immediately, resting his cheek on your shoulder as your hands massage your fingers through his freshly cleaned hairs as his arms hug around your waist. “I’ve missed you.” He admits, words muffled by your sweatshirt. The feeling of your fingers at the nape of his neck makes him hum in content and sink into you peacefully just like his baby daughter did not half an hour ago. You’re just perfect for them both in every way and there is not one bone in his body that doesn’t wish he had started his family with you.

But with that realisation comes one more; that he will not settle until he has given everything he has, tried with every morsel of him to earn your forgiveness. He might not of started his family with you, but he is damn determined to make you part of it.

[vivianweasley]

Winking and Rolling Eyes (Fred Weasley X Reader)

Summary: You and the Weasley twins are best friends but you and Fred just couldn’t stop bickering. It’s all fun and games until you see him flirting with other girls. Why can’t he just stop being so mean to you and maybe finally see you as a potential girlfriend? Friends to lover

Pairing: Fred Weasley X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fred being mean? a little bit of angst, blood (Umbridge’s quill), mention of food

Word count: 3.5k

A/N: For some reasons, I always pictured Fred to be the kind of guy who would be mean to the girl he likes just to get her attention lol. Tell me what you guys think about this!

Please do NOT repost my work or translate it on another site without permission! Thank you! Reblogs and comments are always welcome:)

1995

Your head was always filled with weird random questions. For example right now, you were sitting in the Great Hall contemplating over why do some people tease and taunt the person they love, instead of actually showing their affection like a normal human being. What’s the reason behind this kind of action? And more importantly, why are you guilty of this too?

But what made you more confused was, when exactly did Fred and George become so bloody popular??

They were walking pass a group of Gryffindor girls now. The girls were blushing and some were even fixing their hair. “Hi Fred! Hi George!” 

“Hi girls!” George replied with a cheeky grin and Fred even winked at them.

You couldn’t help but rolled your eyes. You and the Weasley twins were best friends since the first year, but this year they became so popular, attracting many girls’ attention. You weren’t surprised. They were great beaters and their pranks were epic. Not to mention how bloody attractive they were. Of course they were going to attract people’s attention. Unlike you, who were just an ordinary girl, sitting in the corner and always daydreaming.

“What are you thinking about?” George’s voice pulled you back to reality.

“Y/N you know, if you keep rolling your eyes like that, one day they might never roll back.” Fred opened his eyes wide, looking like he was trying to scare a kid with a ghost story.

Yet you rolled your eyes again, “if you keep winking, one day your eyelids might fall off.”

“Y/N that doesn’t make any sense.”

“Like you ever made any sense!”

“We’re going to Hogsmeade. Do you wanna come?” George broke off your childish bickering.

“Sure!” You just ran out of chocolate so it was a perfect chance for you to go to Honeydukes and restock.

“Ugh I don’t wanna go with this woman. She rolls her eyes way too much.”

“Just shut up!”

You have no idea what Honeydukes was thinking. Why would they put their products on such a high shelf. Apparently, the girl next to you were having the same concerns. She was standing on tip-toe, struggling to reach high, but she failed to even touch that bag of sugar quills.

But someone next to her reached out and grabbed that bag of sugar quills for her.

“Your sugar quill.” Fred bent over a little and handed that girl her sugar quills in a really dramatic way.

That girl was blushing now, “Thanks!”

“Oi Fred, while you’re at it, I want one too.” you asked. It should be easy, since he was still standing beside it.

“Help yourself, shorty.” But he smiled at you mischievously and just walked away.

Watching him disappearing in the crowd, you rolled your eyes and reached for your wand, “Accio!”

And things like that kept on happening.

Fred and George were banned from partnering in potion class, since students’ cauldrons tend to explode mysteriously whenever the twins were partners. You and Fred were also banned from partnering, because your cauldron also tend to explode whenever the two of you were partners.

So today, Fred was partnering with a Hufflepuff girl in potion class and you were sitting behind them. You swore to Merlin that Fred was flirting with that girl the entire class period. 

That you endured, but what really got on your nerves was when you heard him saying, “Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on the fire, or else the cauldron will explode just like Y/N’s.”

You felt like all the blood in your body has suddenly rushed into your head due to anger. Last time when you asked him to keep an eye on the fire so you could read the instructions, he replied, “Can’t you do it yourself?” You got mad at him and didn’t pay attention when the fire was growing tall, causing your cauldron to explode.

Now you felt like your temper has exploded, and unfortunately, your cauldron exploded with it.

“Miss (Y/L/N), does your cauldron have a problem or do you have a problem?” you heard Snape’s cold monotone.

“I’m sorry professor.”

You glared at Fred. He was trying so hard to hold back his laughter that his face was flushed. You looked at him and you looked at your now messy table, you couldn’t help but rolled your eyes. Merlin, maybe he was right. Maybe you did roll your eyes way too often.

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Then strange things started to happen. Many girls started to wave at you too. And you soon realized the reason behind this.

One day, a Ravenclaw girl came to you. It looked like she was hesitant but she still managed to get the question out, “Are you...are you Fred or George’s girlfriend?

“What? No!” You were just confused. Why would she assume that? Has she seen how Fred treated you? Who would treat their girlfriend like that?

“Great!” She let out a sigh of relief and then handed you a small box, “Could you please give this to Fred for me? Thanks!”

“Sure?” She ran away after you took the box, leaving you there with your feet glued to the floor and having no idea how to feel about this.

Curiosity was urging you to open that box and see what’s inside, but your conscience stopped you. Judging by her blush and the pink wrapping, it was probably a love letter or chocolate or something of that sort.

You didn’t know why, but you suddenly didn’t want to help her anymore. A part of you even urged you to throw the box away, but at the end you still delivered the box to Fred.

“Blimey Y/N, didn’t know you fancy me!” He took the box and gasped dramatically.

“No idiot, this is from another girl.” You slapped him on his arm, “I sort of just became her wing-woman.” 

“Aww Y/N, don’t feel discouraged. If you ever need a wingman, George can help you with that!”

“What about you?”

He opened his mouth but no words came out yet. You were sure that he was probably going to tease you again, but you just didn’t have the energy to do this with him today. So before he could say anything, you spoke first, “Never mind, George is probably more reliable anyways.” And you left.

“Where are you going?” You heard him yelling from behind.

“My bed! It’s tired being a wing-woman.”

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Then life went back to normal. You would still hangout with the twins and help them with new prank ideas. You and Fred were still constantly bickering whenever you two have the chance. It was just that more and more girls came to you asking for help to deliver gifts to the twins. Even a Beauxbatons girl came to you once. Guess everyone was just trying to find a perfect date for the upcoming dance.

After deciding to stay as far away as possible from Fred during potion class, you actually became friends with a Gryffindor boy. His name was Finley Laurent. He was tall and you could always see a smirk on his lips. He was also really funny and you two hit it off right away.

You two went from studying in the library together, to going on Hogsmeade dates. Before the Yule ball, he asked you to be his date and you agreed to it happily.

The Yule ball soon arrived. You did your makeup and hair and you put on the dress your mother sent you. You were so excited about this, in fact you even went downstairs early to wait for your date.

But instead of Finley, you ran into the twins first.

“Blimey Y/N, I should’ve asked you to the dance! Didn’t know you could look this...tolerable!” Fred exclaimed teasingly.

You rolled your eyes, “Thank you for your ‘kind compliment’, but I already have a date!”

“Y/N! Are you coming with us?” You heard Angelina’s voice.

“No, Y/N already has a date. She doesn’t want to hangout with us anymore.” Fred said bitterly, didn’t give you the chance to talk, “Let’s go!”

The twins walked away with Angelina and Lee was waiting for them at the entrance. You realized that they were going as a group. You were suddenly regretting your choice now. It would be so fun going with them. 

Wait, what were you thinking? Did you want to hear Fred making fun of your dress or the way you dance for the entire night? You were sure that going with Finley would be just as fun.

You waited at the entrance for at least twenty minutes. It looked like everyone who was attending the ball has already entered the ball room. You finally decided to walk into the ball room alone. Did Finley bail on you? Was he sick? You had to admit that you were slightly annoyed but you were still worried about him.

But as soon as you saw the truth, you’d rather know that he was sick.

He was dancing with another girl. They were dancing and laughing together and the picture looked so great. So great that it suddenly seemed like you were the one who’s barging in now.

You could feel all of the blood in your body boiling as you walked over to him. “Care to explain?” You asked as politely as you could.

“Y/N...” He was surprised to see you suddenly appearing in front of him, but the words he was about to say sounded pretty well-prepared, “I’m sorry, Y/N. This is my girlfriend. We were in a fight before, but we got back together right before the Yule ball. I didn’t know things would turn out this way...”

“So am I just a backup plan?” Your brain still wasn’t fully able to process the situation right now that you felt almost like a bystander. You didn’t know what to think and you didn’t know what to do.

It was clear that he didn’t know how to face this situation either. Even the girl next to him was feeling ashamed of him. She just lowered her head and didn’t look at any of you.

“Oh baby you are here!” Suddenly, you heard a familiar voice. You turned your head stiffly to look at the source of the voice. Tall, redheaded, freckles, deep brown eyes. Your brain slowly began to piece together the name of this person, Fred Weasley.

He held your hand and he looked like he was sorry, in his own dramatic way. “Baby, I’m so sorry! It’s all my fault! I should’ve never argued with you! Will you please forgive me?”

You squinted your eyes and stared at Fred all confused. 

He squeezed your hand lightly, hinting you to just follow his lead.

“What’s going on here?” Finley finally managed to say something.

Fred suddenly let go of your hand and his left hand snaked around your waist to pull you closer to him, “It’s my fault to even let you have the chance to invite my girlfriend to the dance, but mate, haven’t you realized yet?”

“Realized what?”

“No offense, but can’t you see that you’re just a less-handsome substitute for me?”

Now it was Finley’s turn to be so angry that he couldn’t speak anymore, but Fred was right about one thing. You finally realized why Finley felt familiar to you. 

Maybe he was indeed a less-handsome version of Fred. They were both tall. They both have freckles. Merlin, even both of their names start with the letter “F”. But Finley’s smile was nothing compared to Fred’s. Fred’s smile was always so confident and cheerful. Even though you probably would never tell him, but his smile would always light up your day and make you feel just a little bit more hopeful on a bad day. 

“Let’s go!” Fred grabbed your hand and you two ran away before Finley exploded.

You two eventually went to the Gryffindor common room because Fred had a bucket of ice cream hidden in his dorm. The sweetness of ice cream healed your wounded pride and calmed your temper.

“Thanks, for having my back today.”

“Merlin, Y/N! Didn’t know you knew the word ‘thanks’.”

You slapped him on his arm and he acted like he was suffering a mortal wound.

“It was nothing. Anything for my best mate!”

“Best mate my arse!”

You couldn’t sleep that night. What was keeping you awake wasn’t the wrong you’ve suffered tonight, but the sound of Fred calling you his girlfriend.

You knew he was just saying that to get on Finley’s nerves and you felt ridiculous that this scene was playing on repeat in your mind. You just couldn’t ignore the butterflies in your stomach and the warm fuzzy feeling rising up in your heart, spreading through your whole body.

It was terrible, but you found yourself becoming the girls that you would usually roll your eyes at. You were falling for Fred Weasley. Or you’ve already fell for him a long time ago, but you’ve only realized it today.

But what’s even worse was that you knew you would never have a chance with him. Merlin! Just think about how he treated you. He was always so mean to you and he was treating you like you were just one of his friends, not a potential girlfriend. You just felt hopeless.

So you’ve decided. You have to kill your feelings for him before it grows.

Or at least, before he found out.

1996

Under Umbridge’s control, everyone’s life was just miserable. Especially the twins who were natural trouble makers. You have tried to persuade them to lay low during a time like this, but they thought a time like this was exactly when people needed their products and laughters in their lives.

You joined Dumbledore’s Army with Fred and George. In Dumbledore’s Army, you met Ernest Macmillan, a Hufflepuff boy. He was a nice guy and you two became friends immediately. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a soft personality, nothing like Fred Weasley. Great, you thought that was a good sign.

Fred was still the same. He would still tease you when he saw you hanging out with Ernie.

“Y/N, what are you trying to do to that poor boy!” or “Ernie, you gotta be careful. This woman’s cauldron would always explode mysteriously. Maybe one day you will explode too!”

You would always roll your eyes at him when you heard him saying something like that. You were both graduating this year. How could he still be this immature?

Unfortunately, Umbridge still found out about Dumbledore’s Army and everyone in the army suffered from that torturing quill.

After finally leaving her office, you sat on the bench in the hallway. You stared at your bloodied hand that read “I must not disobey”, tears started to well up in your eyes.

Ernie was sitting next to you, “Are you alright?”

You saw the same scar on his hand and you just couldn’t hold your tears anymore. You started crying. When will days like this finally end?

He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and held up your wounded hand. He tried to alleviate your pain by gently blowing air on it. “The pain will stop in a minute. I promise you.”

You closed your eyes and rested your head on Ernie’s shoulder without realizing that not far from here, Fred was staring at your direction.

So you didn’t need him right now. That’s perfectly fine, he thought. He just turned around and left, with his right hand covering up his wounded left hand. But what if he needed you?

A few days later before curfew, Fred came to you and brought you to a deserted hallway. You were still wondering what he was trying to do, but he waved his wand and a few fireflies appeared and started flying around you.

The light in the hallway was dim, but the fireflies were lighting up your face. It felt like the stars have suddenly came down from the starry night sky to dance around you. It was cliche to say, but you felt like you were in a fairy tale.

“When did you learn to do this? It’s brilliant!” It was rare that you wanted to compliment him without making fun of him first.

“Y/N, I fancy you.”

Your heart probably skipped a beat, maybe more than one beat. Was this what you were always dreaming of?

But your smile soon froze on your face. He’s Fred Weasley for Merlin’s sake! The guy who was probably joking about 80% of everything he ever said.

So was this just another prank? You were pretty sure you saw him flirting with another girl yesterday and how can you forget the way he always treated you! You thought the answer was pretty clear.

“Hahaha,” you laughed sarcastically, “Very funny Fred, but I’m not that stupid. I know you too well.”

“What?” He was still trying to pretend like he was confused.

“I bet George is hiding somewhere now, waiting to see my reaction. Where is he?” You walked pass Fred and began to search for George.

But you heard him said, “So am I only a joke to you?”

“What?” Now you were confused.

“Never mind, just forget I said anything tonight.” And he just walked away.

Not long after Fred’s gone, George showed up just as you expected. But he looked so disappointed with his brows furrowed.

The air between you two were making you panic, but you still managed to sound indifferent, “What’s wrong with Fred? So his prank didn’t work. What’s the big deal?”

“Y/N, he wasn’t joking.”

“So you are also part of this prank? Please, I saw him flirting with some other girl yesterday. I’m not that stupid.”

“He only did that because you were around. He just thought that you look cute when you are mad at him. It’s childish I know. I told him that you might misunderstand it, but you know him, he’s just like that. The more he likes you, the more he’s gonna make fun of you.” George sounded so serious, “You should know. You two are just the same.”

“I...” you were speechless, George’s words blew up in your mind like someone has casted reducto there.

“Don’t try to deny it. You are too obvious. You are both too obvious.” George continued, “I don’t know why he’s only telling you this now. Maybe because he panicked after seeing you with Ernie. Maybe because we are going to leave Hogwarts soon.”

“What?? What do you mean by you are leaving Hogwarts???” You couldn’t keep your cool anymore. You were all already graduating this year. What were they thinking?

“Fred was going to tell you tonight. We both thought our future lay outside the world of academic achievement. And now with Umbridge in charge, we just can’t stay here anymore. Not even for a few months.”

You immediately grabbed him by his arm and pulled him to run towards the Gryffindor common room. You still couldn’t quite process what was going on. Your head was a mess and your heart was beating like crazy, but there was only one thing you were clear about.

“Where are you going!”

“I need to find him!”

You two managed to get into the Gryffindor common room before curfew. Fred was standing there, looking surprised that you showed up with George.

You weren’t someone who liked to share too much about your private life, but you just couldn’t see anyone else in the room anymore now. There was only one person in your eyes and one person on your mind. You walked straight to Fred and just blurted out, “I fancy you!”

“What?”

You rolled your eyes. And now he’s playing dumb? You grabbed his collar and  pulled him down, smashing your lips together. Everyone in the common room was cheering now.

You finally let go of him and he grinned, “Are you trying to prank me?”

“Sure, if you say so.”

“Alright,” he smirked, “I dare you to prank me everyday.”

“Challenge accepted.” You smiled, as he pulled you into another breathless kiss.

2000

“FRED WEASLEY!” You knew shouting wasn’t right, the entire Diagon Alley probably heard you now. But your brain went blank when you saw the empty cake box.

You spent the entire afternoon yesterday trying to bake a cake for Molly’s birthday today, but the cake disappeared now. There was only an empty cake box with some cake crumbs left, telling you that the cake wasn’t just a product of your imagination. You knew George would probably ask you about it when he saw a random cake. But Fred’s different, so you could easily pinpoint the suspect now.

You didn’t have the time to bake another cake. You were leaving in five minutes and you’ve already changed into your dress.

“What happened!” Fred walked out of the room, still fixing his tie and looking all innocent.

You waved the empty cake box at him.

“Oh...” he laughed awkwardly, possibly trying to act all cute to make you forgive him.

“FRED WEASLEY, what is you problem!”

“Merlin, we are gonna be so late!” He grabbed your hand and apparated you two into the Burrows before you could say anything else.

“Oh dear, you two are here!” Molly jumped when you two suddenly appeared, but she was also very happy to see you. “Y/N dear, what’s that in your hand?” She pointed at the empty cake box that was still in your hand.

“Oh...I baked you a cake yesterday for your birthday, but Fred ate it all.”

Fred grinned at Molly, “But I can assure you that the cake was delicious! This woman’s cauldron may explode, but her cake was brilliant!”

You couldn’t help but rolled your eyes.

He pulled you closer by your waist and winked at you, “Love, if you keep rolling your eyes this often, maybe one day they might never roll back.”

“If you keep winking this often, maybe one day your eyelids might fall off.”

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Sequel: World Turned Upside Down

Requested by @trikruismybitch​ : NatxReader, 12,18,19,22,29 <-said by R, angst questions. Nat cheats on R with R’s Bestfriend (Steve or Bucky) Nat saying 44, 23<- angst questions, 26, 49 angst dialogue. Just really angsty maybe include a little confrontation with Nat, R, Steve/Bucky with the avengers witnessing it? I’m in the mood for heartbreak (:</p>

12: “Can’t you see how fucked up this is?”

18: “When did you stop loving me?”

19: “Don’t you think you’ve done enough?”

22: “Which part of me wasn’t enough?”

23: “How do I make you love me again?”

44: “How do we fix this?”

26: “Will you ever forgive me?”

49: “Will I ever see you again?”

Word Count: 6.2k (heartbreakingly good)

A/N: I loved writing this, as tiring and angsty as it was. I think this is one of the drabbles i’ve cried while apologizing and writing it. It’s really good in my opinion, please do me the honor of reading it.

Moonlight blurred with string lights, bringing you into a gradient of golden and white colors. The balcony was set up, the fairy lights adorning the open-air gazebo above you. The light shone through the glass of red wine you held, the blood-like light splattering on your hands as you played with your food.

Natasha’s voice flowed around the small balcony, bringing to light her most recent mission. Her voice the only sound throughout the entire date. It wasn’t like her to ignore your silence, yet here you were. She had spent hours decorating the roof for your date night, even longer learning to make your favorite food and serving it to you, you were almost guilty for not trying to enjoy it.

How could you when your emotions cloud your judgment? The emotions brought from weeks of observing your girlfriend and your best friend. You thought you knew Natasha would never hurt you, you almost wished she wouldn’t.

But everything seemed to be changing around you. Bucky was spending more time with Natasha than before. You could’ve sworn you saw him leave her room just before you came back from a mission. You could’ve sworn you saw the same lovesick smile she wore around you, around him.

You were just being paranoid, you almost hoped you were being paranoid, to the point where you were ignoring the signs she didn’t cover. Today, you couldn’t ignore it anymore.

Your girlfriend was wearing an off-shoulder sweatshirt, revealing a hickey on the skin there. You had been on a mission for almost a week, today was the first day you came back. The dark mark was covered heavily in foundation, it showed through the heavy attempt to cover it up.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of it for almost half an hour. Every time you tried to look away or even distract yourself for it, for a few seconds. Your eyes always came back to it.

“What’s wrong?” Natasha asked, a coy smile playing on her lips. “You’ve been quiet lately.”

You tilted your head to the side, considering lying to her, even though it might not work. Taking your eyes off her shoulder to look at her eyes, you set down your fork. The green orbs shone in the soft candlelight, almost distracting you from your turmoil. Almost.

“What?” Nat chuckled, leaning back in her seat, squirming slightly. “I know my cooking isn’t the best, but-”

“When did you stop loving me?” You cut her off, licking your lips nervously.

Your heart hammered against your chest, terrified of her response. What if you were wrong? What if nothing was going on?

Some part of you hoped you were wrong and this would just be another fight. A small voice told you that you were right, you tried desperately to ignore it. You couldn’t, especially when you saw Natasha try to cover up the hickey on her shoulder. It only resulted in smudging the makeup, revealing it more as the cloth slid back.

“I didn’t,” Natasha stated, her brows furrowing in confusion as she leaned forwards into her chair. Her eyes bored into yours, almost asking you why you were upset.

“Then what is this?” You asked, leaning forwards, fingers reaching towards the mark on her shoulder.

 Your hand had barely moved forwards when your girlfriend pulled away. Natasha glanced to the mark before turning towards you. Her face wove itself into a mask, hiding anything she was feeling.

“I, this isn’t.” Natasha stuttered, falling silent when she saw the expression on your face. 

It wasn’t an expression she had seen before. Your lips were pursed tightly, the bags under your eyes seeming more prominent than ever. But your eyes, she wasn’t sure she had ever seen then so despondent.

“How long?” You asked quietly, clearing your throat as your voice trembled. You didn’t want to show how upset you were, not yet. She was barely showing any emotion, you wanted to try to do the same.

“What?” Natasha asked, unsure if she heard you correctly. Her hand inched towards yours on the table, almost flinching when you drew away suddenly.

“How long have you and Bucky been…” You trailed off, you couldn’t say it.

Maybe if you said it, it would become more clear than it is now. Even now, Natasha could deny everything, keeping reality away from you. You weren’t sure if you could handle this reality, starting to prefer if you hadn’t noticed anything.

“Not that long.”

Her mouth opened to speak again, maybe try to make excuses or try to get you to forgive her. You didn’t care, cutting off her lies before she could speak again.

“Don’t lie to me.” You hissed, face morphing into anger as you stared her down. The redhead flinched at your harsh tone, unfamiliar to having it used on her.

Natasha licked her lips, her fingers inching towards the mark to try to cover it up again. It would still be too late, she couldn’t hide the signs once they had been noticed, she couldn’t fix what she broke.

You waited for her to say anything, to tell the truth, to explain why she did this. Nothing, she didn’t speak at all. Her eyes bored into yours as if she was trying to beg you to forgive her with her eyes. You barely noticed when her hand inched towards yours again, her fingers touching yours.

You almost let yourself back into her again.

“I’m sorry, y/n,” Natasha whispered, her thumb drawing patterns on the back of your hand before you quickly drew away. Your thumb rubbed the back of your hand, trying to wipe away the feeling of her touch.

“Sorry?” You scoffed, gesturing vaguely around you. “You think you can just say you’re sorry and that would fix this?”

Natasha hesitated, emotions beginning to leak through her meticulously kept mask. The regret flooding off of her in waves. But underneath it all, you thought you could see a thread of fear. Fear of losing you.

“How do we fix this?” The redhead asked, leaning forwards in her seat. Wincing when she spoke the wrong word. Your eyebrow raised in anger.

“We?” You asked, eyebrow still raised as your arms crossed above your chest. 

Your jaw clenched tightly, muscles tensing as you tried desperately to form some sort of mask. It got harder as you spoke, your voice trembling as tears began to gather in your eyes.

“Natasha, I don’t think you can fix this.” You muttered, hoping you were wrong. 

But there was nothing she could do. The mistake had been made. You had to live with it, even though you wanted to leave it behind.

“You broke everything we had.” You muttered, a tear slipping down your cheek. It looked like liquid gold because of the lighting.

You inhaled sharply when you saw the redhead reach forwards to wipe away your tear. Leaning backward, you almost fell out of your chair when you stood up abruptly. Footsteps neared the door as you tried to leave this mess.

You heard Natasha’s chair clatter to the floor when she stood up to chase after you. Her footsteps barely behind you as she followed you out. More tears began to stream down your face, dropping on the ground below you.

The door slammed shut behind you, leaving Natasha outside. It wasn’t locked, she could follow you if you wanted to. Though, you doubted she would.

You leaned your back against the door, breathing heavily as tears soaked your cheeks. You didn’t know what you were supposed to do. Should you leave? Wait for her in your room? But you couldn’t go back to the same bed where she had forgotten you.

A heavy sigh left your lips as you went in search of someone you could trust.

————

The loud bang of the balcony door was accompanied by rapid footsteps nearing your door. Wanda looked up from her bed, frowning in concern. Pictures were spread out on her bed as she tried to sort through them, wanting to make a photo album.

She expected to hear the sound of your bedroom door slamming shut. It was usually what happened after you fought with Natasha. This time, it didn’t happen.

Waves of anger and despair hit her as the footsteps neared your door. The slam still didn’t sound, she decided you might be waiting for someone. She bit her lip, nervously walking towards her closed door to open it.

The door handle twisted slowly before revealing you. 

You stood in front of her door, your hand raised as if you were just about to knock. Tears stained your face, your eyes still glistening with them. Your hair was messy as if you’d been running your hands through it. Your hand dropped as she opened the door, your fingers wringing together as you glanced down.

“Y/n, what happened?” Wanda asked, opening the door a little wider. Her brows furrowed in concern as you avoided eye contact with her. Your entire body seemed to be shivering despite the warmth inside.

“Can I, can I come in?” You stuttered, shivering a little more. The witch nodded and let go of the door. But you didn’t seem to notice the gesture, your eyes vacant as you watched her.

“Of course.” She stated, stepping back to give you room to step in. The witch glanced around outside, incase Natasha was behind you. She spotted her red hair, glancing towards your girlfriend as she began to close the door.

Green eyes stared at the witch as she closed the door. It shut with a soft click, Wanda licked her lips nervously. Guilt rolled off Natasha in waves, the witch could almost hear her thoughts through the door. 

Shutting her off, she sighed and turned towards you.

You stood near her bed uncomfortably, glancing towards the pictures. Your eyes seemed to linger on the pictures of you with Natasha, more tears beginning to form in your eyes. Your lip slid in between your teeth, watching the images before turning back around to face Wanda.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, gesturing to the bed for you to sit.

Hesitantly, you sat down, not before moving away the pictures laying there. One of the pictures were when you had celebrate your second anniversary with Natasha, Wanda was posing behind both of you as you took a picture.

 Your fingers ran over your happy smiles with an air of nostalgia.

“It’s Nat, she,” You bit your lip harder, willing the tears to stop flowing.

 They spilled forth anyway, a drop of blood staining your lip from where you were biting it so hard. Letting your lip loose, more tears spilled forth. A sob wrenched its way from your throat as you hunched over, eyes stinging.

Wanda sat down in front of you, one of her hands resting on your knee. She tried to look at you, looking up at you to see your face. Your hands covered your face in a hasty attempt to hide your mess. Your back shook sporadically as you shivered, your body wracked with sobs.

Red wisps caught your eye, you glanced towards it before turning to look up at Wanda. Her hand gestured towards your head. She looked at you innocently, hoping you would let her see what had happened.

It wasn’t the first time Wanda had asked. 

You had come to her many times with nightmares or something that left you broken. She helped you with her powers, using them to help you instead of harming others. You trusted her completely, more than Natasha.

You nodded weakly, trying to bring the argument to the front of your mind. The images began to play through, the hickey on her shoulder, Bucky leaving the room once you came back from a mission, the looks they shared. All of it came to the front of your mind.

Wanda looked slightly confused, unsure of what was happening as she probed further. You tried to conjure an image of them in the act. But you couldn’t, more tears began to fall from your eyes as you tried to clear your mind.

But one image kept showing, no matter what. The same smile Natasha always wore when she told you she loved you. Her lies kept coming back to you.

Wanda’s eyes widened as red wisps stopped flowing between her fingers. Her eyes bored into yours, emotions running through her. The main one being shock.

“She, oh my god,” Wanda stuttered, unable to believe it.

Your relationship with Natasha was the strongest she had seen. You had plans for the future, promises to get through everything together. All of it made you what you were. For Natasha to tear that all down for a few nights of sex, she couldn’t wrap her mind around it.

By the looks of it, neither could you.

“y/n, I’m so sorry.” She whispered though a part of her knew it wouldn’t help. Her hand rested on top of yours comfortingly, trying to provide whatever support she could.

You nodded staring down at her hand nervously. Tears fell from your eyes, streaming down to your shirt and soaking it. Your lips pursed together before you drew your hand away from Wanda’s.

The witch let the silence settle over you, waiting for you to speak. There was nothing she could do, nothing she could say to make this go away. She stayed silent, hoping you would speak eventually. Though, a part of her hoped you wouldn’t say anything, instead seeking comfort in the silence.

“Why?” You asked, voice cracking as you spoke. You bit your lip tightly, trying to steady yourself. Taking in a deep breath, you turned to face Wanda.

Her heart broke a little seeing you like this. Your eyes were turning red and puffy, tears still falling from them. You looked at her with so much pain in your eyes, like you’d watched something die.

In a way you had.

“Why the fuck did she do this?” You asked again, your voice steadier than last time. It still broke slightly as you leaned back against the headboard. Your jaw clenched as you waited for the witch to answer.

You didn’t know what you expected her to answer. Maybe she would tell you it was a mistake, or this was just a bad dream you needed to wake up from. 

Part of you hoped for that last reason, almost clinging onto it like a lifeline.

“I don’t know,” Wanda whispered, shattering the last of your hopes.

You licked your lips, tasting the salt from your tears, remembering how Natasha used to wipe them away. You could feel the ghost of her touch her thumbs running over your cheeks as you cried. 

Her comfort after you had a nightmare. 

Her lips on your skin as she drew you out of your mind’s hell.

You wiped your face angrily, trying to wipe away the ghost of her touch. The last thing you wanted was to be seeking comfort from the same woman who broke you. Turning to Wanda, you saw the gears turning in her head as she tried to come up with a solution.

“Maybe you can still work this out?” Wanda suggested timidly, cowering slightly.

You huffed, running one hand through your hair as you stood up. Voice caught in your throat, you coughed before speaking. The witch moved away from you, knowing she had said what you didn’t want to hear.

“Wanda, I don’t think…” You trailed off, palms digging into your eyes to stop the tears from flowing. 

A broken groan escaped you, the pain worsening. Your chest tightening as your arms fell to your sides. You gave up, a sigh leaving your lips as you stared down at her.

“Can’t you see how fucked up this is?” You asked, eyebrows furrowing. It was as if you were begging her to see your point of view. 

Wanda winced as she shook her head, waiting for you to explain. You almost didn’t want to, scared of narrating your worst nightmare.

“I wasn’t enough for the only person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.” You muttered, jaw clenching shut tightly.

Memories came back to you, memories of talking to Natasha about your dreams. Everything you wanted to do later, from the small cabin on the lakeside, to what you wanted to name your children. 

All of your plans, even to the small outdoor wedding you had planned. 

All of the things you wanted to do with her, gone.

“And Bucky, of all people,” You sighed, running one hand through your hair, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. Deflating, you sighed as your anger began to leave you. An empty feeling taking it’s place as tears continued to stream once more.

“even if it was a stranger it wouldn’t be that bad.” You said, another heavy sigh leaving your lips as you set your hands onto your lap. You leaned backward, laying down on the bed, fidgeting with your fingers as the witch watched you.

Bucky is, no, was your best friend. He had helped you through your hardest of places, you’d helped him once he came back from HYDRA. He was the person you wanted to go to after a long day to rant about, the person you trusted most.

 It was almost ironic that he did this.

“When, when you and Vision broke up, how did you cope?” You asked, turning to face Wanda. 

Her lips were pursed, she wanted to keep the answer to herself. You had been there when the breakup had happened, you had seen how miserable she was. But she pilled through it in a matter of months.

“Y/n…” Wanda trailed off, not wanting to answer. She wasn’t sure if you were going to break up with Natasha, she almost hoped you wouldn’t.

“Please?” You asked again, watching her carefully. Wanda caved with a heavy sigh, avoiding eye contact with you as she spoke.

“I had a few one night stands.” She confessed, glancing up at your. “Then I left for a month, to take a break from everything.”

You huffed in frustration, her answer wasn’t something you had hoped for. If it was something you wanted to do, you would’ve gone for it. But one night stands, it didn’t make sense. 

Leaving everything, that seemed a better option, even though it shouldn’t.

Wanda watched you carefully, seeing what you were going to do. She could see you weren’t going to do what she did. But you might leave, she couldn’t blame you if you did.

“You’re not the kind of person for one night stands,” Wanda stated, her jaw clenching as she noticed your posture stiffen. You relaxed slightly as you spoke, your words more of a quiet confession than an answer.

“No,”

“But you want to hurt her the same way she hurt you.” She continued, hoping she was wrong. 

The look you gave her confirmed she was right.

Your pain was morphing into anger, wanting Natasha to feel some of the pain she was causing you. The last thing you had wanted to cause her was pain, after this, you weren’t sure what you wanted anymore.

“You didn’t need to read my mind to figure that out.” You scoffed, turning away from her towards the window. The stars shone in the sky, the clouds nearing the slowly to cover the light that remained.

“I didn’t,” Wanda whispered, almost too quietly for you to hear.

Silence filled the room again as you considered what to do next. What options were there, you could stay and try to work things out or break up with Natasha. Or you could leave, away from this giant mess she had created. You had the right to.

“Do you think I should leave? Take a break?” You asked, turning towards the witch. She shrugged, not knowing what to answer. Her knees were curled up to her chest, her chin resting comfortably on top as she watched you.

“I think you should do what’s best for yourself,” Wanda answered, truly thinking so for the first time. 

She didn’t want you to leave, but it was probably what was best for you.

You chuckled sadly, wiping away the tear stains on your face. A hand-wound itself in your hair as you smiled again. Your eyes glazed over as memories continued to filter through your head.

“You know, I used to think that Natasha was the best thing that happened to me, the best thing for me.” You turned to face Wadna, silent tears streaming down your face. 

They rolled off your cheek and into the blanket below you, creating small stains. Your words stung you, a crushing feeling in your chest as you continued speaking.

“That being with her was all I would ever need.” You continued, feeling the air leave your lungs as you remembered the feeling. The feeling of looking at her and thinking, almost knowing that this was all you needed for the rest of your life.

Natasha was all you had needed.

“I used to think she felt the same.” You muttered, turning to face the ceiling. Your arms felt heavier than they should be, too heavy to wipe your face. You let them remain there, licking your lips again. Aware of the pitiful green eyes watching you.

Wanda stayed silent, unsure if you were finished. Even if you were, there wasn’t much she could say. 

You opened your mouth again, closing it as you chose your words carefully. A broken chuckle left your lips as you turned on your side, propping your head on your arm.

“How foolish, I used to think she loved me.”

Your words resounded in the room, circling back to you as you spoke them. They were so tired like you’d already given up on Natasha. You’d given up on everything you had, even your plans.

Wanda watched you turn away from her to sleep. The crying had worn you out, you found some comfort in thinking your mind couldn’t come up with a nightmare worse than your reality.

There wasn’t anything she could do to comfort you. If she tried to reassure you, maybe tell you that Natasha loved you, she would be lying. 

You had already been through enough lies.

She sighed, pulling up her knees and taking a book from the nightstand. Sleep wasn’t something that would come easily to her. Your thoughts were still too loud, she did her best to try to comfort you using her powers.

Eventually, you fell into a dreamless sleep. 

One devoid of lies and Natasha, one almost better than the reality you were in.

————

Noise from the bathroom filled the room as you lay on the bed. Sunlight streamed through the open blinds into your eyes. Wanda was in the bathroom, you were alone in the small bedroom. The pictures which were there last night had been moved.

Treasuring the small moments of the morning, you avoided the events of yesterday as you hoisted yourself of the bed. 

Honestly, you weren’t sure what you were going to do. Natasha was still in the compound, waiting to talk to you. She wasn’t one to run away after fights, you were.

Rapid knocking sounded on the door. Your head snapped to the doorway, waiting for a voice to sound.

“Y/n?” Natasha called, the door muffling her concerned voice. “Please, I know you’re in there.”

You froze at hearing her voice, convincing yourself she would go away if you didn’t do anything. Soft footsteps sounded near the bathroom. Wanda stood in the doorway, hair wet from her shower as she watched you.

It was up to you to let her in. If you talked to her, what good could come out of it? Maybe the apology, maybe a plea, but nothing enough to make you stay. If you didn’t want to talk to her, you knew you could ask Wanda.

 But it wouldn’t make this go away. It would only delay the inevitable.

Licking your lips dryly, you shook your head, deciding not to talk to her. Wanda nodded to you, heading towards the door to tell her off. The lock sounded as the doorknob rattled, along with the sound of a lock being picked.

Your eyes widened slightly as the door opened. Natasha stood behind the half-open doorway. You looked away from her as she came in, jumping to your feet.

“Y/n-” Natasha began, not getting in another word as you whirled to face her.

“NO!” You shouted, finally looking at her. Her eyes were red and swollen, hair messy but she still looked like the same woman who had lied to you. You couldn’t do this, not now.

“Natasha, I don’t want to talk to you.” You stated, keeping your voice level to not scream at her. Wanda glanced at both of you, unsure what to do. You stared her down, waiting for her response.

“Please? Just let me apologize.” Natasha pleaded, wincing under your gaze. Her eyes bore into yours, looking for any sort of response. But you’d shut yourself down, adamant to not give her any reaction. though, you doubted that would last.

“Let me try to fix this.” She asked, hoping to get a response from you, hoping you would let her explain.

But you didn’t, you scoffed and raised an eyebrow. Your arms crossed over your chest confrontationally as you looked at her. Heart hammering in your chest, you tried to stop feeling. Stop feeling everything, the nostalgia of what you were, the pain of this, everything.

“Don’t you think you’ve done enough?” You asked, voice cracking as you spoke.

Natasha paused, the answer clear in itself. She had done enough, there was nothing she could do to fix this. Explaining it could only make it worse. What could she explain anyway? 

Explain why you weren’t enough for her?

You didn’t want to stay near her. It was strange, how her mistake managed to turn everything upside down. You used to think of her as your home, the only place you felt safe and protected. Now, you’d give anything to be away from her.

Shoving past her, you headed out the door. Natasha didn’t hesitate to follow you, arm reaching out when she stopped herself.

You didn’t know where you were going, storming into the common room where the rest of the team was. They glanced up at you coming in, Natasha and Wanda at your heels.

“Y/n, please stay, just-” Natasha began, reaching out for you again. You turned around at her words, close to shoving her away from you before she stepped away.

Bucky looked up at both of you guiltily while the rest of the Avengers observed. None of them knew about your fight yesterday. Natasha had kept it under wraps, hoping she could fix this before they found out.

“Why the fuck should I stay, Natasha?” You asked, voice cracking as tears began to form in your eyes.

 The whirlwind of emotions you were avoiding caught up with you. A sob choked in your throat as you glanced away from her.

“Why should I stay when everything I gave you still wasn’t enough for you?” You demanded, stepping closer to her to look her in the eye.

Natasha avoided looking at you, trying her hardest to mask her emotions. Every question you asked cracked her mask more until it began to break. The weight of her mistake was bearing down on her, nearing like a wrecking ball. She was scared it was too late to fix the wreckage.

“Why should I stay when everything we were,” You said, wiping your face hastily to clear the tears. “everything we could have been didn’t matter to you?”

You clenched your jaw tightly, unexpectant towards answers to your questions. You watched her, thinking she would lie to you again. But she didn’t, she stared down at the ground as her eyes grew watery.

Her mask finally broke.

Tears slipped down her face, dripping onto the floor, landing with the soft patter of raindrops. Showing emotion wasn’t common to her, crying was out of the question. She had rarely let you see her breakdown, let alone the rest of the team.

Silence shrouded the room in an ugly cloud. Natasha’s sobs the only sound in the room. No one dared to move, watching both of you intently. The redhead opened her mouth, closing it after as she weighed her words.

“You should stay because I love you,” Natasha whispered, her voice barely loud enough for you to hear.

You licked your lips slowly, eyes tracing the tears falling down her cheeks. A small part of you wanted to wipe them away, to never hurt her again. It was what you’d promised her after all, to never hurt her or lie to her.

It never occurred to you that she would be the one hurting you. That she would be the one who should have made that promise.

“I don’t love you anymore.” You stated, keeping your voice as flat as you could.

Natasha looked up to you, searching your face for your tell. She couldn’t see it, staring at you, desperately hoping you were lying. It was like she was searching for you, but instead of looking for the truth, she was looking for the lie.

There wasn’t one. 

You were telling her the truth.

“Not after this,” You muttered, facade breaking as you let out a sigh. Your eyes slipped to Bucky, who looked up at you. Shutting your eyes tightly, you looked away from him, unable to look him in the eye.

There wasn’t anything you could say. Your heart thudded dully in your chest, the nervousness of seeing Natasha wearing down. Now, you were just upset and angry. All you wanted was to leave.

But there was a question you needed to ask her.

“How do I make you love me again?” Natasha asked, speaking before you could. 

You sighed again, a despondent sound as you looked back up at her. Your eyes were vacant, sad like you’d given up on her.

“I don’t think you can Nat.” You whispered. A sad smile graced your lips, twisting the corners of your mouth into a broken look.

You turned around, about to leave when you remembered the question you’d been asking yourself the moment all of this began. You didn’t want to ask her, scared of the answer. But you wanted to know.

“Just tell me one thing.” You began, turning back around to face her. Natasha looked up at you hopefully, but your expression was serious, crushing her hopes easily.

“Which part of me wasn’t enough for you?”

Natasha opened her mouth but closed it after. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She should have answered something. Maybe lie to you, tell you that nothing was wrong with you. But she didn’t admit it, staying silent.

“No, I genuinely don’t understand.” You ran one hand through your hair, stepping backward. Your eyes glanced around the room.

Wanda was watching the interaction, looking at you worriedly. Steve’s face showed nothing, but his eyebrows were furrowed in anger as he looked at Natasha. You didn’t look at Bucky, you still couldn’t. He sat in your peripheral, looking from you to Natasha guiltily.

“I don’t understand how I wasn’t enough for you.” You spoke, voice wavering as tears began to form in your eyes. “I don’t understand how you slept in the same bed as me, knowing you had broken us.”

Natasha didn’t say anything.

She slept in the same bed as you, made plans with you about your future, told you she loved you. All in the same day she had cheated on you. All in the same day she decided you weren’t enough for her.

“How, how did you even sleep at night?.” You spoke, stepping forward to look into her eyes.

“In the same bed, we talked about spending the rest of our lives together, you broke us.” 

Natasha opened her mouth to speak, a strangled sound coming out. Her eyes glanced down, staring at the floor instead of you. She had never seen you this hurt. Even after missions, when you were scared and crying after a nightmare.

She hurt you more than anyone before, even though you had given her what no one had.

“Y/n, please, it was a mistake,” Natasha begged you, pleading you with her eyes. You stepped away, betrayal shining in your face as you did so. Her eyes slipped to Bucky who looked almost as guilty as she did.

“Please just,” She reached forwards to take your hand, watching you pull away quickly. 

Her eyes shut tightly in a desperate effort to stop crying. It only irritated her eyes as more tears slipped away. She looked up at you again, staring at your blank face.

“Will, you ever forgive me?” She asked, watching your facade crash into anger.

Forgiveness. After everything, after throwing away everything, she dared to ask for your forgiveness. It was almost funny how naive this situation had made her. Anger shrouded you as you looked at her.

“You don’t deserve to be forgiven.” You stated harshly, clenching your jaw tightly.

The redhead winced at your word, a broken chuckle leaving her lips as she looked up at you. She remembered when you had told her otherwise. When you had told her she deserved to be forgiven for her mistakes. 

What she had ruined would come to haunt her.

“You convinced me I deserved to be forgiven, that I deserved love,” Natasha whispered, fondly remembering your promises to her.

You remembered your reassurances as clearly as she did, maybe even clearer. Her nightmares were always more shattering than the reality. But you were always there for her, convincing her that she deserved your love.

“And you had me convinced that you loved me.” You breathed, watching the fondness fade from her face into heartbreak.

You knew she still loved you. She had told you too many times, making it a tradition more than important words. The first time she said them, it was more difficult than you had thought. After, it was almost like the words were meaningless to her.

“I believed you, I used to think you loved me.” You spoke, heartbreak resonating in your tone as you turned away.

Everyone was still watching you intently. Your entire family was watching you, the rest of the team was in the living room now. Funny, the only time you thought they would be watching you and Natasha talk like this would be at your wedding, the day you promised each other your lives. 

Now, they were watching as you broke apart.

She opened her mouth to speak. You winced, waving her off.

“Don’t, don’t say anything.” You stuttered, stepping back slightly. You didn’t want to hear her speak, her lies, or her truth. Not that you could tell the difference anymore. She closed her mouth in surprise.

“I can’t tell the difference between your lies and your truth.” You said, licking your lips nervously.

To your surprise, she didn’t say anything. Maybe she had given up on trying to fix this. You had already given up.

Looking down, you decided to leave. If you stayed, all you would get was apologies from your family and Natasha. If you stayed, nothing could come out of it. Wanda was right to take a break after her breakup. She came back stronger after it.

Maybe you would come back stronger after. You didn’t know if you ever planned to come back.

“I’m leaving, away from this mess.” You told her, looking around the rest of the room.

They were shocked, but Wanda looked like she expected it. She gave you a small nod, leaving the room quickly. The rest of them looked up at you in shock, almost stepping up to argue with you when they caught sight of a tear making its way down your cheek.

They couldn’t stop you from leaving. Not even if they wanted to.

Your eyes fell to Bucky. He looked up at you apologetically as you finally looked him in the eye. Everything was gone from your eyes, the affection you used to greet him with. He was sure his mistake would haunt him for the rest of his life. 

This was one of his biggest regrets.

“Will I, will I ever see you again?” Natasha asked timidly, hope underlining her tone. She couldn’t stop you from leaving her with her mistakes. All she could do was hope for your return. Upon seeing your expression, that seemed unlikely.

“If the entire world turns upside down, you might.” You said a halfhearted joke as you turned towards the door.

Leaving your things behind, leaving your entire family behind. There wasn’t anything here for you anymore. Her mistake had taken that away too.

Maybe in a few years, you would come back, turn this into a story to tell your friends. Tell them the story about how Natasha Romanoff loved you. The story about how you used to love her.

World Turned Upside Down

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[rrazor]

fructose | m. atsumu

tags: babies

“ouuh!”

atsumu makes grabby hands towards you from his place on the gym floor. kita had called you to come to the gym while you were studying in the library, waiting for volleyball practice to end so that you and atsumu could go home together. when you make it there, you’re surprised to see atsumu, osamu and even suna, on the gym floor, regressed to about a mere ten months old.

“um, what happened?”

“we don’t really know either,” omimi says.

“kita-san’s grandma made him daifuku this morning,” ginjima starts. “he shared them with all of us, but for some weird reason, only the twins and suna got turned into kids.”

you make your way to the pile of babies on the floor, bringing atsumu into your arms. suna’s watching something on a cellphone. osamu’s sitting in aran’s lap as he feeds him a banana.

“mmm!” osamu squeals.

“slow down, the banana’s not going anywhere but your stomach,” aran sighs.

you look down at atsumu in your arms. “ouuh!” he babbles. he’s adorable, but a little grumpy—small brows furrowed, pout on his lips. supporting his bum, you rest him against your chest, rubbing his back and kissing his forehead.

“fuu,” he sighs, a soft smile on his face, finally in your arms. he paws at your face, wanting more attention, so you leave little pecks on his face as he giggles.

“they’re all so cute! especially you!” you tickle atsumu’s stomach and your heart melts at his giggles. “where’d kita-san go?”

“to get the coach,” akagi says, sitting down next to you. “he sure looks a lot less intimidating as a little brat.”

“buu!” atsumu tries to wack akagi, stretching his little arm out, but akagi simply grabs onto his small hand, moving it up and down like one would do to a dog doing the handshake trick. you laugh as atsumu frowns, glaring at akagi with his large, golden brown eyes.

“oh! i have strawberries.” taking off your backpack while supporting atsumu in your arms, you take out a small container of berries, opening them. atsumu’s eyes glimmer at the treat.

“uuooh!” he exclaims, patting at your arm.

“yeah, strawberries!”

he smiles, giggling in anticipation.

“mmm! haahmm!” osamu paddles his arms, drooling at the sight of sweet berries. aran takes a deep breath, and picks him up, sitting osamu next to your knees. atsumu pouts, pushing on osamu’s head to get him away from the strawberries that were clearly, in his eyes, for him only. the twins do their best to wack at each other as you and aran deflect their hits towards one another to prevent tears.

“num,” suna coos, crawling up your lap.

“oh!” you support a hand on his back as he wobbles on his little legs and he smiles at you. you smile back, offering a strawberry for him. atsumu turns his head, seeing the world burn before him as one of his precious strawberries leaves for someone else. osamu takes the chance to grab one for himself, and he’s just about to shove the whole thing in his mouth before aran stops him.

“you’ll choke!”

you giggle, loving how cute and soft they all were; easy smiles, small hands and sparkly eyes. atsumu turns back to osamu, small hands tightening their hold on your school sweater as his bottom lip quivers. those were his! you brought them for him!! why were people taking them?!

“woah!” ginjima exclaims, bringing out his phone as atsumu starts crying, face in your chest.

you bring atsumu up to rest his head on your shoulder as he continues to cry. “atsumu? don’t cry, sweetie.” you pet at his hair, kissing his cheek. atsumu buries his face in your shoulder, small body quivering.

suna sits on the floor, munching on his strawberry as he looks at atsumu. “fufu,” he laughs, pointing at atsumu.

“you’re a mean one, ain’tcha?” akagi smirks.

osamu pays his sobbing brother no mind as he reaches out for another strawberry. aran holds out his half-eaten banana for him. “you haven’t even finished this yet! where are you getting all this stomach volume from?!”

you laugh softly, rubbing at atsumu’s back to console him. “c’mon, ‘tsumu, i still have some strawberries for you, ‘kay?”

he sniffles, lifting his head up. your heart swells with how endearing he looks. you kiss away the remainder of his tears as he starts smiling again. bringing up the container of berries, you offer them to him. he grabs one, before looking up at you and offering the sweet treat for you.

“hnnm?”

your heart goes into overdrive. who knew atsumu could be such a downright cutie as a baby? you wish you had enough arms to take a picture of the moment. “thank you, ‘tsumu,” you say, brushing his bangs away to kiss his forehead. you take a small bite of the strawberry before insisting he eat too. a smile stretches across his darling face as he nods and finally starts eating.

“mmm!”

“good, yeah?”

“goo.”

you laugh softly at his reply. osamu comes up and pats his brother on the head.

“goo,” he mimics.

atsumu swats his hand away. osamu tries to steal his berry.

atsumu ends up hogging all the strawberries, only sharing them with you. osamu goes back to eating his banana, with an exasperated aran acting as his banana holder. suna decides to nap, resting on a pile of jerseys.

“well, what do we have here?”

everyone turns around. amused smile on his face, coach kurosu assesses the situation. “now i didn’t think you were lying, shinsuke, but this is a bit strange.”

kita sighs, “i apologize, but i don’t know how to fix this.”

“what if you fed them another piece?” you ask.

“nah,” ginjima shakes his head. “some of us had two, or even three.”

oh. you look down at atsumu, strawberry juice on his cheeks. reaching into your backpack, you wrestle out a packet of tissues to clean him up and offer some to aran too.

“should we ask your grandmother?” omimi asks, looking at kita, who nods, grabbing his cellphone.

“what about all the baby stuff?” riseki says, face is riddled with concern. “they’ll need diapers and things, right? we can’t leave them like that.”

everyone looks down at the babies. he’s right; they couldn’t stay bundled in their jerseys all night.

the team splits up. you, aran and akagi are left on babysitting duty as the others go out to get necessary supplies.

(“how are we getting the money for this?” riseki whispers.

“it’s fine,” omimi says. “our club budget is sizable thanks to the twins.”)

when the three babies are changed into more appropriate clothing, you find out that kita’s grandma didn’t have a clear answer���but it was food after all, so maybe, with some time, the food would pass through their digestive system and they’d be back to normal, she mused. the coach decides to heed kita’s grandma’s advice to watch the situation for now. he tells everyone to let him know of any changes.

(“why didja get dinosaur themed clothes?” akagi asks. “we’re foxes.”

“that’s all they had,” ginjima scoffs.)

it’s only 4:30pm, but you offer to babysit so the rest of the team can continue with practice. you change into your gym clothes in case things get messy.

(“i’m sorry,” kita said.

you shake your head. “i kinda like this. and we’re lucky it’s a weekend tomorrow too!”

aran laughs. “well, at least if they start arguing like kids, they’ll look the part.”

kita smiles, shoulders feeling less heavy.)

atsumu sits between your legs, playing with your fingers as suna continues to nap on his pile of jerseys with one draped over him. osamu plays with a spare volleyball on your right. you reach into your backpack, finding a packet of stickers and offer it to the twins. osamu takes one and sticks it onto his volleyball.

“nnnm?” atsumu says, looking at the pink heart sticker stuck on his finger.

“it’s a sticker, ‘tsumu. you can decorate things with them,” you explain softly.

he sticks it onto the back of your hand and you do the same on his. “now we match!”

atsumu beams, giggling. “kya!”

you laugh, kissing his cheek. he holds onto your hand, admiring the matching stickers when a ball hits the side of your leg.

“ouh!” osamu bounces on his bum, waving his arms and hands. you push the ball back and start a rally of back and forth with osamu, who giggles at the fun.

“hnnnmmm…..buuu.”

you look down at atsumu. “are you getting tired, ‘tsumu? do you want to take a nap with suna?”

he shakes his head, holding onto your fingers as he crawls further into your lap, resting his head on your chest. he taps your other arm that’s pushing the volleyball. confused, you bring your hand in and atsumu takes it to wrap around his body as he cuddles into you. you squeal internally at his adorable behaviour, but osamu pouts. he gets on all fours, crawling over to you and up your arm as he holds himself up on his shoulders.

“hello!” you chirp.

he takes a breath. “weeoo,” he says.

you bite your lip, not wanting to laugh at the weird sound he made. atsumu looks up and isn’t happy that you aren’t focused on him, so he gets up too.

“nyea!” he shouts, as if saying ‘see? i can do that too!’

you smile. “you did it!”

atsumu huffs, proud. osamu gets bored and sits back down, crawling over to suna and lying down next to him. you turn your attention back to atsumu as osamu settles in.

“so, what’s next? are you hungry again?”

“ouh!”

“hm?”

atsumu pats at his forehead, before pursing his lips. you laugh, grinning into the kiss you put on his forehead. atsumu smiles too, cheeks pink. “ehehe,” he giggles. oh, if only atsumu would always be this honest. he asks for another one, this time by patting his hands over his lips. you oblige, but no sooner than you do, a puff of cream coloured gas—smoke?—erupts in your face before you’re left with atsumu back in his original size. nude.

“eh?”

“eh?”

“gross. put some clothes on,” akagi grimaces.

“what the—?” atsumu looks down. “oh, for fuck’s sake.”

“don’t swear!” you admonish.

“get dressed, you freak!” ginjima yells.

“huh?! why can’t i swear?” he retorts. “and shut up, you don’t have to tell me!”

“guys!” you whisper-yell. “be quiet!’

too late. suna startles and starts crying at the sudden noise, waking osamu. you rush over to them, hoping the warmness on your cheeks from atsumu’s sudden nudity leaves you soon.

“hey, don’t cry!” you coo, picking up suna, rocking him in your arms as kita comes over to console osamu.

“the hell?” atsumu gripes. “shouldn’t you be holding me, babe?”

you huff at him, patting on suna’s back. “maybe if you weren’t so loud, i would be!”

“get dressed, atsumu.”

as kita berates atsumu, another cream cloud puffs up. this time, a crushing weight comes with it as you collapse with the weight of suna’s body on yours. you’re stiff as a board as suna props himself up, lifting his head from your shoulder.

you blush, putting your arms over your face. “i can’t see anything!”

suna gets off you, perturbed. “what hap—?”

“get dressed,” akagi huffs, throwing his jersey over his head.

“suna, you ass—!” atsumu swears, but shuts up when kita glares at him.

kita places osamu down on the floor, having deduced the next ‘transformation’. just as he does, osamu is returned to his original size through another puff of smoke. kita hands osamu’s jersey to him and he gets dressed without any fuss.

you sigh, finally the ruckus was over.

“so, what happened?” osamu asks.

kita gives the three of them a basic rundown of the events. they all find it weird, skeptical. ginjima pulls out his phone to show them the pictures but they aren’t there. he swears they were. the twins think they’re being pranked and suna does too, thinking he was probably just a casualty for the greater good.

lifting your hand, you point to the back of it. “you stuck a sticker on me, ‘tsumu. there’s one on you, too. and i bought those yesterday so you haven’t seen them yet.”

everyone’s gaze is directed at your matching pink heart stickers. atsumu blushes a little. “well, maybe you aren’t lying,” he mutters.

“whipped,” osamu coughs.

“moron,” suna yawns.

atsumu’s blush darkens, but before he can say anything, aran does.

“how were we supposed to give all three of you temporary memory loss?”

everyone decides to drop it and kita ends practice early, thinking that his grandma may have been right in saying that the gods really were watching. he wonders what they meant by all of this, if there was any reason at all.

“you know, i kinda miss you being a cute little baby, ‘tsumu.”

“yeah?” he grabs onto your hand as you walk home together. he hasn’t removed the pink heart sticker.

you snicker. “widdol baby achumu weally wiked forehead kisses you know.”

“oh, shut up,” he mutters, heavy blush across his face.

you hold onto his arm, snuggling into it. “s’okay, i’ll just have to give you forehead kisses forever.”

he squeezes your hand, grin breaking across his face as he looks at you with hooded eyes. “i’ll hold you to that, babe.”

you giggle, tugging on his shirt lightly. he leans down, kissing you.

he tastes like strawberries.

[phykios]

Ain’t No Sunshine, modern royalty, 1970s au [read on ao3] thank you as always to my darling @darkmagyk for taking a true story off the rails

May 3rd, 1979. The date seemed to jump off the page, the loud, bold text almost mocking her. 

Not that she was keeping track, but it was just about four years to the day.

She’d woken up this morning, feeling kind of off, wandering around her apartment in a daze as she hustled her children out the door for daycare, losing time on her bus commute to work. It wasn’t until lunch, as she took the time to go through her day planner, that she realized: four years ago was when she had last seen Percy Jackson.

Though why Annabeth was thinking about him right this second was anyone’s guess.

Oh, sure, she’d thought about him a lot all throughout her pregnancy--thought about him, cursed his name, dreamed of strangling him for leaving her alone with these two absolute terrors--but as the years had gone by, and she had lost all hope of ever making contact with him again, he’d sort of fallen by the wayside of her thoughts. Something must have been going on with the navy mail system, because absolutely none of the letters or postcards she’d sent had ever been received, and she couldn’t reach out to Sally, since Annabeth had lost her address as well. 

There was always the possibility that he… well, that he wasn’t around to receive letters anymore. But she tried not to think about it. 

She tried her best not to think about him at all, these days.

Today, however, her childhood best friend turned US navy midshipman had popped up on her internal radar, and had just decided to take up residence in her brain. Her normally mind-numbing job couldn’t even properly distract her, and she spent all afternoon daydreaming about his messy, perpetually windswept hair, and his toothy, contagious smile, and his gorgeous green eyes like she was some kind of pathetic, lovestruck teenager, obsessing over her rockstar crush. Taking calls, scheduling appointments, and dodging the creepy advances of the assistant CFO were slightly more palatable if she had something pleasant to think about. 

Old-fashioned romance was for suckers, anyway. Who needed it? 

At least it was Friday. Fridays were KFC days, and she really did not need to accidentally burn dinner today. Again.

She hated it, but her kids loved it. God knows they could barely stomach whatever she usually attempted.

She sent them to bed early-ish, and settled down in front of the TV with a glass of wine. She didn’t usually indulge, but she had had such a weird day, she felt she deserved it. 

Taking a long, long sip, she could no longer deny it: she really fucking missed Percy.

She missed him like she’d miss a missing limb, and it was all the more cruel because she’d lost him once, and miraculously found him again, on that fateful trip home from Athens. A military brat stuck at the American naval base in Spain to save money, waiting for a spare seat to open up on a plane so she could go home, by the sheer force of luck, she’d practically tripped and fallen into the lap of her childhood best friend. 

And then she did trip into his lap. And then into his bed. And stupid, stupid, Annabeth, she’d always been so bad with her birth control.

Her little boy, he had blond hair, but sometimes he would look at her, or laugh at something, or drool in his sleep just like his daddy, and Annabeth thought she might just fucking die from it.

She loved her children, of course, how could she not? But she wasn’t about to deny it--sometimes, alone in parenthood, juggling dishes and laundry and schoolwork and life, she felt like she was drowning.

Sharp, piercing, the doorbell rang, knocking her out of her reverie. A little tipsy, still in her rumpled work clothes, she set the glass aside, and made her way to the door. “Mr. D,” she said, opening it, prepared speech all ready to go, “I told you, I’d have the rent for you by--”

She stopped, blinking, speechless. It was not Mr. D.

“Hey,” said the man outside her door. The ghost from another world that she had, apparently, conjured with her thoughts.

“...Hey.”

He smiled, a little strained, the light of the streetlamps casting harsh shadows on his face. “It’s good to see you.” 

“How did you know where I lived?” It was, perhaps, not the most elegant thing to say, but she hadn’t exactly planned for what would happen when Percy Jackson, love of her life, father of her children, long-lost best friend wandered back into her life.

“Can I come in? Maybe for a Coke or something?” he asked, not answering her question. 

She almost wanted to say no. For every letter never returned, for every month gone by without a word, for every day spent raising their children without him, not knowing if he was alive or dead--she almost said no. 

But this was Percy. She could spare him a Coca Cola at least. “Sure,” she said, leaning away, “come on.”

“Great,” he said, and this time, his smile was all real. 

So focused had she been on him, she hadn’t even clocked the older man who stood behind him. “Sir,” said the other man, with the air of a beleaguered secretary--and Annabeth would know, “I really must advise--”

“I’ll just be a minute,” said Percy, not even bothering to look back at him, pushing past Annabeth’s half-extended arm.

“But, sir, your father--”

Percy let the door shut in his face.

Annabeth raised an eyebrow. “Harsh.”

He shrugged. “Yeah, well… I’ll make it up to him later.”

“Who is he?”

But Percy didn’t answer. “Nice place you got here.”

He was being nice, of course. It was a craphole apartment in a craphole side of town--but the rent was cheap and the bus was convenient, and she only felt the slightest bit of shame as she led him to the craphole couch, handing him a coke from her craphole fridge. Christ, his suit looked like it cost more than her TV.

“Is your… husband home?” he asked, delicate.

“My what?”

“Your husband. I saw, um…” Embarrassed, he flicked his eyes to the ring on her left hand. 

“Oh, this? It’s--it’s not--” Hastily, clumsily, she fumbles it off, pulling around the knuckle. “I’m not--I’m not.”

He blinked. “Oh.”

“Yeah, I just--it’s to ward off creepy guys, right? Like, they won’t take no for an answer unless they think they’ll have to deal with an angry husband, so I just…” 

In her more pathetic moments, she pretended that it had been given to her by the man before her. She had picked something small and simple, something that she thought he might have gone with, and pretended he had slipped it into her pocket the day she left the naval base. 

“That’s--cool. That’s great, I mean. I mean, that’s--”

“What do you want, Percy?”

Not at all bothered by the shortness of her tone, he sighed, closing his eyes. “I have a… personal question I need to ask you. And I’m sorry to bother you with this, I just--I have to ask.”

Ominous. “Okay?”

“Did we…” He sighed again, mouth twisting. “Did you, as a result of our repeated sexual encounters four years ago, happen to have any children by me?”

He just rattled it off, as if it was something he’d said over and over and over again, tired of receiving the same answer, but never expecting anything different.

“Excuse me?”

“I know, I know, it’s an extremely rude question, and I know I have no right to ask you, especially since it’s been so long, but I swear, there’s a reason I--”

“Did you never get any of the letters I sent you?”

At that, his head shot up. The look in his eyes could only be described as ‘terror.’ “What?”

“I must have sent you half a dozen,” she said, crossing to the kitchen, the wine making her a little bit short. She had, in fact, sent him eight letters, with pictures, and never received a single response, but since he seemed genuinely lost, she decided not to tell him. Plucking the most recent photo down from the fridge, she returned to the man in her living room, his knuckles white around the can. 

Standing before him, she handed him the photograph. He took it, fingers shaking. “We… you…” 

“Percy Jackson,” she said, like she was introducing him to someone at a party, “meet your children.”

Even after they had just been born, Annabeth had seen how obviously they were his. Only their daughter had the same messy black hair, both both had the same long, straight nose, the same intense, brooding brow as their father--and when her son smiled, or her daughter laughed, it was hard not to see the shades of Percy so strongly in them. It was hard to see them, too. 

Percy’s mouth was trembling. His eyes were wide, glassy, fixed on the photo. “My--” he swallowed. “What--what are their names?”

“Alexander,” she said, softly, “and Anne--”

“Annemarie,” he breathed. “Alexander and Annemarie.” He looked up at her, his eyes shining. “You remembered?”

Of course she remembered. Two lonely kids, she and Percy had spent so much of their childhood together, playing house, building their perfect family, even if only in their imagination. Alexander for his mother’s cousin, and Annemarie because he had wanted to name their  daughter Annabeth, and she wouldn’t let him. Twenty years later, alone and in pain, holding her newborn children and alternately cursing the man who made them and desperately wishing he were with her, Annabeth had known that they could only have one set of names, even if their father might never meet them. 

His face crumpled. He dropped his head into his hand, and groaned, like someone had pressed on an open wound. 

“Percy!” Annabeth sat down next to him, one hand on his shoulder, the other on his leg. Four years later and it still felt so natural to touch him like this. “Are you okay?”

Nodding, he grunted. “Yeah,” he croaked, voice hoarse, “I’m okay. I’m fine. I just--” And then he shuddered, a hand coming up to scrub at his eyes. 

He was crying, she realized suddenly. Annabeth used to be the one that cried. She could count on one hand how many times she’d seen him cry. He hadn’t even cried when she had finally left the naval base. 

Taking a shaking breath, he wiped his nose on the sleeve of his expensive suit. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered, shattered. “I didn’t--I never--if I had known, I swear, I would have left the navy. I would have come home.”

The silent, unspoken “to you” echoed in the dead air of her apartment. “Why didn’t you?” she asked, quietly.

They held each other’s eyes, an eternity passing in a heartbeat. Neither wanted to break the sacred silence, to bring words into the crystalline moment that hung in the balance between them. 

“I never got your letters,” he said, tears in his eyes. “I… after you--left, I…” he sighed, aching. “I… got hurt. Bad.” 

Annabeth couldn’t breathe. 

“And,” he huffed a laugh, wet and messy, “and then I met my father. Can you believe it?”

Her eyes bugged out of her head. “You what?”

He nodded.

“He’s alive?” 

Sally rarely spoke of him, and Percy had always refused to. Annabeth had just assumed he had died, years and years and years ago. 

Percy laughed again, humorless. “He’s the king of Thera.”

Her jaw dropped. “He…”

“Yeah.”

“Are you shitting me?”

Shaking his head, he smiled, rueful. “I wish.”

Words from a half-remembered newscast floated through her mind. Alexander and Annemarie had been right terrors that night, and she had only been half-listening as the reporter informed the world that Triton, hereditary prince of Thera, had died, killed in military action. “He… found you?”

Percy nodded, miserable. “He told me--asked--told me to--to find anyone I might have…” And then he swallowed, tears in his eyes again, real, glistening tears. “And I am so, so sorry, I know--I know your job is here, and your whole life, and the children, but I--”

She took his hand in hers, squeezing gently so he didn’t fly away. “It’s okay,” she said. “Just say it.”

“I’m supposed to--I’m supposed to… if you would… come with me,” he trailed off, suddenly shy. 

For the second time tonight, she felt like she’d been hit with a sledgehammer. “...What?”

“He… my father… the king wants--needs heirs. He… he asked for a list of women, and I… gave him your name.” Stomach hot, Annabeth wished she had the courage to know about the other women on that list. Or to ask  why Percy, young and handsome as he’d been at both twelve and twenty, wasn’t out there making some new ones himself. Why was he chasing down old leads? Why was he chasing down Chase bastards? “You’d--you’d live in the castle,” he said, like he was trying to sell her on it, though she could tell his heart wasn’t really in it, “and we, well, we’d technically have to get married, but that doesn’t need to be a big deal. You’d get your own rooms. You can set them up however you want. And you’d have a personal staff, a stipend, and the kids would get private teachers, and--”

“Staff?”

He blinked, caught off guard. “Yes?”

Staff. Someone to do the laundry and clean the dishes. Someone to cook dinner and look after the house. Someone to help. Someone to do all the parental things that she just could not do, not by herself. Not without him. 

“I know I have no right to ask this of you,” he said, squeezing her hand. His hand was just as big as she remembered, and just as warm. “And I would never, ever force you to do anything that you wouldn’t want to--”

“Yes,” she said, interrupting him. 

He blinked, dumbly. “What?”

“Yes. I’ll come with you. We all will.”

“...Oh. Uh, great. That’s--that’s good. Are you sure?” He looked like a lost little dolphin, eyes huge and uncertain, and then, Annabeth did the one thing that she’d been desperately wanting to do for the last four years. 

She pulled his face to hers, and she kissed him. Shocked, he stiffened, almost pulling away--before relaxing into her, cupping her face in his big, warm hand. Eyes closed, they leaned their heads against each other, sharing air once more for the first time in years. She had lost him twice already: once as a child, when her father had decided to move her across the country, and once as a lovestruck college girl, when she had to leave the naval base, four years ago. She wasn’t about to lose him for a third time. 

And for the first time in forever, she no longer felt like she was drowning.

[escapewithbts]

Reassurance - Taehyung

Author’s note/warnings(?): insecure y/n, so much angst, tbh Tae is kind of a moody dick(sorry), they still have things to work out at the end let’s be real

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You returned home from the grocery store and opened the apartment door to find Taehyung sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone. His long black hair was tousled messily upon his head, the curls of his bangs falling into his eyes. He was wearing brown cardigan over a plain white t shirt that was tucked into a pair of olive colored trousers.

   “Hey Tae? Will you please help me put the groceries away?” you called to him as you set the bags on the kitchen counters.

You received no response so you walked into the living room where he was still looking at his phone.

He hadn’t said one word to you.

   “Taehyung,” you said.

His dark eyes looked up at you, his expression blank.

Oh how you missed his smile.

   “Will you please help me?” you asked again calmly.

He sighed and rose up from the couch,

“Yeah, but I gotta go in a few minutes.”

You cocked your head.

   “Where are you going?”

He brushed passed you and replied with a simple, “Out.”

This was how most of your conversations had been lately and you hated it. So short. So empty. You didn’t even remember how it was before. Now he made it seem like talking to you was a chore.

You followed him into the kitchen.

   “Out? Where out?” you questioned gently.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

   “Why do you have to know everything, (y/n)?”

You winced. His words stung.

Your mouth went dry and you could feel tears welling up.

   “I just would like to know where my boyfriend is going… People tell each other those kind of things when they’re in a relationship,” you muttered.

He started rummaging through the bags and putting things in the refrigerator.

   “Are you hanging out with Seoyeon?” you asked quietly, looking down at your hands.

He turned to you and sighed.

   “If you must know, yes.”

Those words stung even more and you felt your heart ache.

Seoyeon was an actress who Taehyung had met through a mutual friend. She was beautiful; thick black hair, big eyes, plump lips, long legs, pale skin and a thin waist… basically everything you weren’t. You didn’t mind Taehyung having friends that were female, you trusted him, but with the way things had been between you two lately you couldn’t help but feel insecure. They often got photographed together and you had to admit she brought out Taehyung’s handsomeness even more. Two beautiful people who belonged together.

Your hands started shaking and your throat felt tight.

   “You hang out with her more than your actual girlfriend,” you said, your voice slightly raised.

He stopped putting the cucumbers in the vegetable drawer and turned to face you.

   “We’re friends, (y/n). And you know why I hang out with her. It’s for publicity. This way I stay relevant and- you know what, no, I don’t have to explain this to you every goddamn day,” he slammed the drawer shut.

You winced again at his outburst. You hated seeing Taehyung mad more than anything. But it was almost getting to be too much. You didn’t like hanging around in the shadows. You didn’t like the rumors of them being romantically linked all over the tabloids. You were worried all the time; and you wished the world could know you were his.

   “Tae, I’m sorry, I just want to be able to have a normal relationship with you. I want to go out on dates and hold hands in public. I don’t care about the media or paparazzi. I just don’t want the world thinking you’re with someone else…” you trailed off as the tears slowly started to fall.

  Your whole body was shaking and you felt small. Nothing made you feel worse than conflict with Taehyung.

He ran his hands through his hair and sighed. then covered his face as he shook his head.

   “I’m not going to have this conversation with you again, (y/n),” he responded, grabbing his keys from the counter.

He walked out of the kitchen to the front door. You followed.

   “Tae, please,” you croaked wiping the tears from your face, “you can’t just walk away all the time. Can’t we fix this?”

He opened the door and turned back to you.

“You don’t understand or listen when I tell you why I do this and that there’s nothing going on between me and her. I don’t know what to do anymore, I’m tired of it, (y/n).”

More tears fell.

   “Are you tired of me? Do you want me to go?”

He looked down at his keys and fiddled with them.

His silence was all the answer you needed.

Your heart sank and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. The tears came down even harder.

You turned to walk away from him. You couldn’t look at him and you couldn’t keep this conversation going anymore.

   “(y/n)…” he called softly after you.

The word carried more sympathetic emotion in his voice than any had in weeks.

   “Jesus Tae, just go,” you sobbed, “Please.”

He sighed and didn’t move for what felt like eternity but must have only been a few seconds.

Finally you heard his footsteps get farther away and the front door close behind him.

You opened your eyes to a completely dark apartment, the only light coming from the floor to ceiling windows that looked over the city of Seoul.

You searched for you phone that had fallen between the couch cushions.

No missed calls.

No texts.

Nothing.

You sat up and rubbed you aching eyes.

It had been 5 hours since Taehyung left and you hadn’t heard from him since.

You got up from the sofa and walked over to the window, looking out into the beautiful early Summer night.

Were Taehyung and you breaking up for good? Where would you go if you had to leave?

The questions made your heart ache as you looked out at the city that you never hesitated to call your home. You had been here for 8 months now, when Taehyung and you decided to move in together. It had all been perfect, until 2 months ago when Taehyung was introduced to Seoyeon. It didn’t bother you at first, but when he actually started to hang out with her all the time you despised it. It was like he was living this whole other life and you weren’t in it.

All of a sudden your phone started buzzing, and for a split second you hoped it was him.

“Kookie” was the name on the screen, with a picture of Jungkook making a silly face underneath.

Was he calling because he had talked to Taehyung? Did you really want to talk to Jungkook right now? He was definitely the member of the band other than Taehyung you were closest to. And him being one of Taehyung’s best friend, too, many times he was the middle ground in your relationship.

You touched the green accept button and held the phone to your ear.

   “Kook?” you said in a raspy tone.

You forgot it had been hours since you last spoke.

   “(y/n)? You there?” You could hear the concern in his voice.

   “I’m here,” you croaked.

   “I heard what happened.”

You stayed quiet.

“I’m going to give the same speech to you that I did to Taehyungie, okay?”

You sighed, slightly annoyed that this was suddenly everyone else’s business.

Jungkook continued.

   “Look, I don’t know what has been going on these past few weeks but I DO know that you and Taehyung-ah are perfect for each other. I have never seen such a better couple. All of us want what you guys have. (y/n), we all love you, and hyung loves you. We don’t want you to go anywhere… Okay?”

Tears started falling from your eyes as you cried softly into the phone.

   “Oh no, I didn’t mean to make you cry. I’m sorry, I am just trying to help,” Jungkook said, “I don’t want either of you to do something stupid.”

   “I’m s-scared, Kook,” you finally choked out between sobs, “I think he wants me to leave.”

You could almost hear Jungkook rolling his eyes on the other end.

   “He does not, (y/n), come on. You’re the best thing he’s ever had, and he knows that.”

You inhaled a deep breath.

   “I think it’s different this time,” you replied quietly.

Suddenly you heard the front door open and footsteps coming towards you. You turned on the light next to the couch and was met with Taehyung standing at the opposite end of the living room.

   “Hey, Kook, I have to go, Taehyung is home.”

   “Do whatever you can to fix this! I’m serious!” you hear Jungkook say as you end the call.

Taehyung and you just stared at each other. His face was puffy and you noticed his eyes were bloodshot.

He ran a hand through his messy hair and took a deep breath.

Your heart pounded as you waited for him to speak.

   “I was so afraid you had left,” he finally said gently, looking you directly in the eyes.

You shook your head and bit your bottom lip, trying not to cry again.

   “I didn’t hang out with her today. I couldn’t. All I did was drive around for hours and hours thinking. I wasted almost a whole tank of gas…” he trailed off, looking down at the floor.

He placed his hand on his forehead and pushed his bangs back, trying to think of what to say. He sighed and stepped toward you.

  “I’m just so sorry, (y/n). I’ve been so horrible to you lately. I see that now. There’s no excuse, but please know I’m sorry.”

   “Tae..” you squeaked out through falling tears.

   He stepped closer to you and you noticed fresh tears welling up in his eyes,

“Truly, I am. For everything. For being such a shit boyfriend recently. For being a complete ass to you. I don’t know how you have put up with it but I’m so glad you have. All of this tore you away from me, the most important person in my life, and I hate myself for doing this to you. I would never hurt you, never cheat on you, but it wasn’t fair of me to not give you the reassurances you needed. You deserve someone so much better than me and-“

You cut him off by wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close. He immediately put his arms around your waist and held you tight. You inhaled with your face in his neck, where the smell of his familiar cologne was always strongest.

   “My (y/n)…” he whispered in your ear as he ran his hand through your hair.

You looked up at his smiling face, tears gently streaming down his cheeks.

   “I missed you so much. I missed us so much,” you said to him softly while tangling your fingers in his thick curls.

He didn’t waste a second more. His lips met yours in a passionate kiss. It felt so overdue yet so familiar. You had forgotten how addicting his  taste was, how in sync your mouths always seemed to be.

He pulled away briefly to utter the words you always longed to hear,

   “I love you, (y/n),” he kissed you again, “I’ll always love you.”

*

Masterlist

[tinymilkshakecheesecake]

Blind Date - Cale Makar

This was partially inspired for Devon’s love of complimenting Cale on social media

Word Count - 1.6k

Cale knew he was running late.  The latest mindset book he was reading caught his attention and he didn’t realize it was time to leave until he was already going to be late.  He has no idea why he agreed to this.  “Devon wants me to go out more, but this is getting ridiculous,” he thinks.  Devon and his wife have a neighbor who also apparently needs to get out more and the two of them thought Cale and this mystery person will be attached at the hip afterwards and convinced or bullied (he’s not sure which) Cale into this.  He changes out of joggers, putting on better pants as he receives another text from Devon.  Devon has been repeatedly reminding Cale of the “date” they had arranged to make sure he doesn’t bail.  He puts on his shoes before grabbing his keys and wallet before running out the door, pausing only briefly to check the door.

He heads out of the elevator and pulls up the directions on his phone.  They set them up in a diner that was a short walking distance away from his building.  Not bothering to drive, he leaves the building, heading in the general direction of the diner.  Devon thinks he’ll be safe with the baseball game having already started and the quiet nature of the diner, but Cale isn’t completely convinced.  Devon texts him again, probably reminding him of his “date” to make sure he doesn’t leave the poor girl stranded.  He sees the diner and stops in front of it sighing before running a hand through his hair, a poor attempt to fix the messy strands.  “I really should have taken more time to get ready,” he thinks as nervous energy fills his stomach, unusual for him.  He takes a few deep breaths to calm himself before entering.

---

KJ looks up as the door opens.  A boy approximately her age walks in, waiting patiently for the hostess to greet him.  Sighing, she drops her gaze back to her phone in hopes Kerry or even Devon texts her back with any updates on the guy.  He was ten minutes late at this point and Kerry was getting slower in her responses to her messages.  Glancing back up she sees the hostess leading the guy to her table.  She places her phone away as he approaches, giving him a shot even if he was ten minutes late at this point, noting his red cheeks.

As he pulls out the chair he begins to speak, “Hi.  I’m Cale.  I am so sorry I’m late.  I got caught up in a book and lost track of time.”

“Oh.  It’s okay.  It happens.  I’m KJ by the way.  What book?” KJ asks, surprising herself with her response.

His eyes widen, “Oh, um it's called, Zen Putting, by Bob Rotella. It helps with mindfulness and focusing on the process rather than the result.”

“Do you golf much?” She asks.

“Mainly in the summer, not much now.  Work picks up this time of year but the concepts talked about are applicable to other things.”

“That’s cool.  Have you read a lot of books on mindfulness?”

“Ya.  Actually my dad is really big into mindset and he introduced it to me when I was fourteen.  It helped me a lot and is something I still work on.”  She watches the way he speaks, sometimes almost stumbling over his words but shows interest in it.  They continue talking about anything that comes to mind until his voice begins to show signs of breaking as the waitress appears.

---

Cale looks up as the waitress approaches.  Quickly glancing at the menu, he finds something that is loosely diet approved and would work.  As KJ orders, he finds himself looking her over.  He notices the way she responds to the waitress, eyes kind as she talks to the waitress.  Once they’re done, they resume talking.

“What made you come to Denver?” He asks.

“Oh, they had a good collections program and was interested in that,” she replies.

“Wait really, like museum stuff?”

“Sometimes.  It depends on where because a lot of universities might not have museums but will have collections from other things.”

“That's cool,” he replies.  Their food comes and they continue to talk throughout their meal.  They have a relaxed discussion and Cale really enjoys himself as he notices himself relaxing more throughout the conversation.  Cale excuses himself to use the bathroom.

---

KJ watches the waitress come while Cale, dropping off the check.  She handed her her credit card opting to cover the bill.  Smiling, the waitress takes the card and leaves.  Cale returns as the waitress drops off the card

“Hey, I was going to cover that,” he says once the waitress leaves.

“Too bad,” KJ replies with a smirk, “you can get the next one.”

“Oh, I see how it is.  You expect to see me again?” he replies.  He folds his lips to bite back a smirk but fails.  “Do you want to walk around the park for a bit?”

“Sure,” KJ replies as she grabs her phone before standing, letting Cale take the lead, following him out of the restaurant.  Following him out she reflects on the past hour and a half talking to Cale.  She enjoyed herself and the conversation never seemed to get dull.  She also noticed that he got more relaxed with hints of a canadian accent sneaking out but his cheeks always remained pink.  

The sidewalk widens and Cale pauses for a second to let KJ catch up.  They resume talking.  As before, the conversation flowed and their strides match perfectly.  KJ feels relaxed as they walk by an avs poster featuring Cale.  

---

Cale tenses up when he sees the poster, not expecting there to be posters up of him yet.  

“Did you come this way to see your face,” she jokes.

Cale turns even more red than usual.  “Oh god,” he mumbles.  “I forget how soon posters will go up sometimes and didn’t realize it was that time yet.  It does get annoying to see your face everywhere in case you’re wondering,” he relies with a soft smile.

“I bet,” KJ replies, “I was on the performing arts council in high school and had my face on a banner outside the school for months to help fundraise.  It was horrible.”

Laughing, Cale leads the way to a secluded overlook within the park he frequently visits.  He checks in with himself and notices how comfortable he feels.  Maybe Devon was right, but he doesn’t need to tell him that.  Walking up to the overlook, Cale notices the sky beginning to turn colors.  They walk up to the fence and Cale decides to take a half step closer to KJ, moving into her personal space.  Looking up, She catches his eye and moves closer, allowing him to tuck her into his side as they watch the sunset.  Cale feels himself relax more, allowing himself to enjoy the contact and the view as the sun sets.  

When the sun dips below the horizon, Cale pulls back as he bites back a yawn.  He has training camp again tomorrow and knows he should call it a night soon.  “Hey, where’d you park,” he asks, knowing Devon lived a fair distance away.

“Oh, I took the train,” She replies.

“Oh, I can drive you home if you want,” he offers.

“I can take the train.  It's actually probably easier, especially because you’re tired.”

Cale blushes, “Here, let me atleast walk you to the station.  Is union station the one you’re using?”

“Ya, that's probably easiest.”

“You’ll text me when you get home right?”

“Um, if I get your number I will,” she chimes back at him, causing him to pull out his phone.

“Oh shit. Um, here,” he says as they exchange phones, Cale fighting back another blush.

They return their phones and head back, this time taking the longer path.  They walk in a comfortable silence through the mostly quiet park, passing a few dog owners and couples along the way and exchanging small smiles as they pass.  Once they return back to the buildings, their pace picks up as they return to the normal chaos of the city.  

---

They make their way to the station both lost in thought.  They walk side by side, each in their personal space, but neither one is uncomfortable with that.  They slow down once the station’s sign becomes visible, wanting to savor their last few minutes together.  

They reach the entrance and Cale turns to face KJ, opting to pull her into a hug.  “Text me when you get home, yeah?” he murmurs into her ear.  

His deep voice causes her to shiver slightly.  She nods, inhaling his scent for the first time before pulling away.  They say their goodbyes for the time being.  Cale watches her walk into the station.  He waits a few seconds before heading to his building. He decides to take the stairs, climbing up the flights to pass the time.  He gets to his floor, checking his phone for any missed messages from KJ.  Devon texts him again, probably annoyed at the lack of response.  Ignoring that, he gets ready for bed, replacing his contacts with glasses and packs what he’ll need for tomorrow to kill time. He hears his phone chime and he races across the room to get it, seeing a text message appear. Unlocking his phone, he sees a message from KJ.

Kj: home [insert picture of the inside of a door]

Cale: ty. Let’s meet up again soon. I’ll cover dinner this time

Kj: 👍

Cale smiles as he heads to his bedroom, turning off lights along the way before crawling into bed and placing his glasses on the nightstand and falling asleep.