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âď¸âŚ ( drabble ) never let you leave ! ŕ¨ŕ§ ä¸ ě´íŹěš Ő
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request. y/n & heeseung are on a break from their relationship even though hee opposed SOOO to get her to come back he kindof stalks her & makes her feel unsafe so she asks him to come back & protect her .. . ??
ă ŕ¨ŕ§ authors note ă im a little rusty with yandere i hope you like it !!!
he was too controlling, he never let you be; always calling when you were out with friends, or out at work â or just in general he was always calling. he did this under the premise of âthere are bad people out thereâ or âim just trying to protect you.â you could take it anymore. so you broke up with him, told him you just needed space.
he didnât take it well at first; and you expected that. he cried, begged you to stay; he said he couldnât live without you â that probably wouldâve worked in the beginning, but you were tired. âi donât even feel safe with you anymore heeseung, being with you scares me more than anything now.â and with that you left him.
he left you alone after that; you didnât even see him anymore, in fact you didnât see him for almost a month after that. his friends said all he did was stay home and play games, which made you sad, but this was for your happiness, so you couldnât just back down. âas long as he gets the help he needs i wish him nothing but the best.â
heeseung in fact wasnât getting the help he desperately needed. in fact he was getting worse, he was dying without you; he felt like he couldnât breathe because he wasnât near you â well not as close as he wanted to be.
you began to feel it a month later; you let your guard down, and thatâs when you began to feel like you were being watched. you tried to ignore it, but it was hard when it was all the time, even in your apartment. you began to close the blinds. but that didnât work, you felt like you were exposed in your own house.
âitâs heeseung isnât it?â you friend said, you shook your head, quick to defend the boy. âno jake said heâs getting help.â what you didnât know is that heeseung was always one step ahead of you, watching you. waiting for you. he saw your every move; even in your home with the cameras he installed.
you couldnât take it anymore; you felt like you were going insane and nobody believed you, they thought you were just exhausted from work or something. âyou just need sleep.â how could you sleep if you felt like someone was watching you!
you began to think maybe heeseung was right, maybe he was the only one that could protect you. maybe the world was too dangerous for you. which is why you found yourself knocking on his door. âpoor baby.â he saw your tired state. âyou look so tired.â he smiled to himself as you let yourself in. âi canât sleep, i canât go out alone, im scared someone will hurt me.â you rushed to say. âdidnât i tell you that?â he said. âyou didnât listen, now look.â
you wrapped your arms around him, and he wanted to hug you back; but he had to teach you a lesson â donât ever think about leaving him again. âhee im so tired.â you looked up at him with those eyes. âyeah?â he said. âletâs get you to bed then.â
he guided you back to his room, laying you down on his bed. âplease donât go.â he smiled, laying next to you. âim not.â his hand was resting on your stomach. âi won't go anywhere.â his hands now moving. âyou can just stay here with me.â you moaned softly. âheeseung.â he kissed the side of your head. âyou donât even have to go out, iâll make all the money and spend it on you.â he said cupping your heat. âfuck youâre so wet.â
you couldnât believe you fell for again, allowing his fingers to explore your insides like before. âyou missed me?â you nodded. âuse your fucking words.â he growled. âmissed the the way i held and protected you.â he said. âthe way i fucked you?â his fingers curled, hitting the spot that made you moan. âfuck hee please keep going , i need you.â you cried out. âneed you so bad.â
he sped up, your hips following his movements. âyouâre mine, everything you do is because i give you permission to.â youâd complain if he wasnât fucking your open with his fingers. âyou understand, youâre mines, your body is mine, your mind is mine?â you were desperate, ready to cum. âfuck yes hee im yours.â you screamed. âiâll never leave again i promise.â
that was all he needed, before he whispered into your ear. âcum.â and it was like your body was finally at peace, your mind too. âhee.â your breathing was heavy from your orgasm, eyes heavy from your long exhaustion. âshh, go to sleep.â he said. âwhen you wake up we can handle me okay.â he held you softly in his arms. âim fine holding you just like this.â you slowly drifted off to sleep in what you thought was the safest place at the moment â but you couldnât be far from wrong.
because you in fact were sleeping right in the arms of the reason you were feeling so unsettled and by time you woke up you wouldnât be able to do anything about it⌠you gave yourself to him.
you were his now, all his and was never gonna share you againâŚ
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Hello honeeey.
Can i request something? That's being going in my mind and i thought you be perfect for this... i wanted to ask for a first time with Seungcheol... like no the first time ever but the first time with him.
Like new relationship, a lot of previous teasing but he has being waiting for you to make the first step and stuff.
Pleaseeeee, i love your work, kisseeeesđ
first time having sex with seungcheol in a new relationship
WARNINGS: smut, new established relationship, fingering, penetrative sex, hair pull
a/n: hiii my dear!! thank you for the request, I hope you like it <333 sorr ab how late is this going, but I can use this excuse for a chirstmas gift....? 𼺠love youuu!!!
he knows heâs about to ruin you but doesnât feel the need to announce it.
youâve both been circling around this moment for weeksâevery touch lingering longer than it should, every kiss dipping into field that leaves you squirming. now youâre here, and heâs leaning over you with that smug, lopsided grin, looking like heâs been waiting for this exact second his entire life.
âbeen thinkinâ about this,â he mutters, lips brushing your jaw, his hands already sliding under your shirt. and yeaaaah, maybe youâve been thinking about it too, but youâre not about to stroke his ego like that.
his mouth is warm, soft, leaving a trail down your neck that makes your toes curl. but itâs his hands... that really mess with your head. theyâre big and rough, and its so good! its like he plays a 3 hour long documentary about womens anatomy in his head, to make it all perfect. and youâre not even sure if itâs intentional at first, the way his thumb brushes your ribs before dragging along your waistline is making you loose your cool.
âyou good?â
âmhmm..â
heâs pulling your clothes off slow, his eyes flick up to yours when he hooks his fingers into your waistband, waiting for the nod before tugging it all down.
then, he pausesâjust for a second, but itâs enough to notice. like heâs recalibrating, trying to balance his usual cocky self with something more reserved. you swear thereâs a flicker of nervousness there, but itâs gone before you can really clock it.
and then his mouth is on your thigh, pressing soft kisses that turn into teasing bites. âyouâre so fucking pretty,â he says, his voice wrecked, like heâs the one losing his serenity.
when he slides two fingers in, he tries to be soft to stretch you properly for his cock, without making it burn, curling in a way that makes you moan loud for the first time. âlike that?â he asks, smirking when you moan in response. heâs watching everything, adjusting the angle, the pace, until youâre arching off the bed.
âso sensitive...â like heâs proud of the way youâre squirming under him.
but seungcheolâs not about to let you get too comfortable. just when youâre about to cum, he pulls his fingers out, grinning at the whine you let out. âdonât worry, baby,â he says, kissing the inside of your knee, âiâve got you.â
and when he finally presses into you, he doesnt know if he should be sexy and shameless, or be more reserved in case he cums on the first slide. so he starts slow, letting you adjust before picking up the pace.
you swear heâs holding back at first, keeping it steady even when youâre begging for more. but then you pull him down by the hair, whispering something filthy in his earâthings that he was CRAVING for you to say, thatâs all it takes for him to snap.
âfuck,â he growls, his grip tightening as his thrusts get rougher, deeper. but just when you think heâs going to completely wreck you, he slows down again, his hand sliding up to tangle in your hair. he pullsâjust enough to tilt your head backâand kisses you hard, like heâs staking a claim.
âthought about this for so long,â he says, his voice rough, his movements still slow. âyou donât even know.â
you didnât know he could be like thisârough and tender, cocky and careful, all at once. but now youâre here, and heâs everywhere, and you donât think youâll ever be able to think about anything else. heâs determined, you can tell. determined to make you remember every single moment, every touch, every kiss, every thrust. and when you finally cum, heâs right there with you, holding you until you frown, because you two are definitely sweating.
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wreckage - charles leclerc
ŕ¨ŕ§ : pairing : charles leclerc x wife!reader ŕ¨ŕ§ : synopsis : after a heated argument with charles, you watch in horror as his car crashes during a race
ŕ¨ŕ§ : genre : angst ŕ¨ŕ§ : tws : car accident/injury, arguments/conflict, anxiety/panic, trauma, medical trauma. ŕ¨ŕ§ : wc : 1318
part one | part two | part three | part four
They say life can change in the blink of an eye. One second, everything feels steady, solid, like the ground beneath your feet couldnât possibly give way. And then it does. Maybe thatâs the irony of it allâyou never see it coming. Not really. You think youâre prepared, think youâve braced yourself, but youâre never quite ready for the moment it all falls apart.
You fought this morning. Not just a little spat about something trivialâno, this was one of those fights that echoed louder than it should have. The kind that lingered, thick in the air, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth even hours later.
It wasnât about anything catastrophic, either, but somehow, with Charles, the small things had a way of snowballing. His schedule. Your schedule. The time you didnât have together. The things he didnât say and the things you did.
âIâm trying, okay? You think itâs easy for me?â heâd snapped, his accent sharpening the edges of his words. âYou know what this life is like.â
âYeah, Charles, I do. But I also know you donât get to use it as an excuse every single time something gets hard. Iâm here, too, and Iâm trying to make this work just as much as you are.â
His jaw had tightened, his gaze flickering to the ground before meeting yours again. âSometimes it feels like no matter what I do, itâs never enough for you.â
Youâd felt the sting of those words, like a slap across the face. But you werenât one to back down, not even when the weight of his frustration pressed heavy on your chest.
âYou donât get to say that to me, not when Iâm the one waiting, worrying, wondering if this is ever going to feel⌠stable. Do you know how hard it is to love someone whoâs never really here?â
The silence that followed was deafening, his features a mix of hurt and anger, like he didnât know which to lean into more. And then heâd said it.
âMaybe itâs hard because you donât trust me enough to believe that Iâm doing my best.â
You hadnât answered, and maybe that was the problem. The fight ended there, not because either of you wanted it to but because there was no time to fix it. Not when he had a race to prepare for, and you had to pretend like none of this was tearing you apart from the inside out.
When you arrived at the paddock, it felt impossible to mask the weight of the argument. You greeted a few people with forced smiles, but you could see some of them watching you a little too closely. It didnât help that Charles seemed just as tense, his jaw set and his usual ease nowhere to be found.
Carlos was the first to pull you aside, his brown eyes narrowing slightly as he leaned closer. âÂżQuĂŠ pasa, eh? You look like someone stole your churros, and Charles⌠well, he looks worse. What happened?â
âNothing,â you said quickly, shaking your head. âItâs fine.â
Carlos raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. âAmiga, por favor. I know you, and I know him. Whatever this is, itâs not nothing.â
You sighed, glancing over your shoulder where Charles was talking to his engineers. âWe just⌠had a fight this morning. Itâs not a big deal.â
Carlos gave you a skeptical look. âNot a big deal? Youâre both walking around like someone cancelled Christmas. If youâre not okay, neither is he. You should talk to him before the race.â
You hesitated, the memory of this morningâs argument still fresh in your mind. âI donât want to distract him. He needs to focus.â
Carlos clicked his tongue, shaking his head with a small smile. âTch. If you think heâs focusing now, youâre wrong. You being upset is a bigger distraction than anything else. Go.â
Reluctantly, you nodded and made your way toward Charles. He was still in deep conversation with one of his engineers, but when he saw you approaching, his expression softenedâjust slightly.
âHey,â you said quietly, folding your arms across your chest.
âHey,â he replied, his voice lower than usual. There was a pause, the tension between you lingering like a storm cloud.
âGood luck out there,â you finally said, your voice steadier than you felt. âI mean it. Be safe.â
Charles studied you for a moment, his green eyes searching yours. Then he nodded. âAnd⌠Iâm sorry. For earlier.â
You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, someone called for him, signaling it was time to get ready. He gave you one last look, then turned and walked away, leaving you standing there with words unsaid.
The race began, and for a while, the roar of engines and the blur of cars distracted you. Charles was in good form, holding his position, making clean overtakes. You found yourself exhaling with relief every time his car flashed across the screen.
But then it happened.
It was almost too fast to comprehend. One moment, Charles was rounding a corner, perfectly in control. The next, there was smoke, debris, and the sickening crunch of metal against metal.
Your heart stopped.
The commentatorsâ voices rose in panic, their words a jumbled mess that barely registered in your mind. âOh no, thatâs Leclerc⌠thatâs a big one.â
Everything else fadedâthe noise of the crowd, the hum of your thoughtsâuntil all that remained was the image of his car, mangled and still.
âRed flag,â one of them said, and thatâs when it hit you. Theyâd stopped the race. It was bad.
Your hands trembled as you gripped the edge of the table, your breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps. This wasnât happening. It couldnât be happening.
The minutes crawled by like hours, every second another layer of dread settling in your chest. You kept your eyes glued to the screen, desperate for any sign, any update, anything to tell you he was okay.
When they finally cut to the scene, you saw the medics surrounding his car, moving quickly but carefully.
âHeâs conscious,â one of the commentators said, and you felt a rush of air leave your lungs, but it wasnât enough. Not until you saw him. Not until you heard him.
You thought back to the fight, to the last thing he said to you, and it made you sick to your stomach. This couldnât be the last memory you had of him, the last words you exchanged. It couldnât.
You were already reaching for your phone, dialing his team, someone, anyone who could give you more than the vague reassurance of the broadcast.
âPlease,â you whispered, the word barely audible over the pounding of your heart. âPlease let him be okay.â
Itâs strange, how quickly everything can unravel. You think youâve got it all figured out, that the argument was just another bump in the road. But in the back of your mind, thereâs always that voice whispering, telling you that things might never be the same.
And now, with every second that ticks by, your thoughts spiral, faster and faster, until you canât breathe. What if this is it? What if those were the last words you ever said to him?
You close your eyes, trying to steady yourself, but all you can see is that image of his car, broken and still. Your pulse races. You told him you loved him today, but did he really hear you? Was he ever truly certain, or was that last moment of tension, the words left unsaid, enough to make him doubt everything?
You hate this. You hate the fear gnawing at you. You hate that you're sitting here, helpless, as heâs out there fighting for his life. That feeling of powerlessnessâitâs unbearable.
Please, you think again, clutching the phone like itâs the only thing tethering you to reality. Please, donât let this be the end.
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yapper
barca femeni x reader
summary: you always had something to say
warnings: angst, online hate
you've always been the one to fill the quiet.Â
if the locker room was silent, youâd throw out a joke. sometimes so bad it would have everyone laughing just because of how ridiculous it was. your teammates loved you for itâor at least you thought they did.Â
you didnât want anyone to sit in nervous energy before a big game. you wanted everyone to feel at ease, to smile, to believe they could take on anything since this was literally barcelonaâ of course the best club in the world could handle anything.Â
âwhy are you so loud?â mapi teased one day after you cracked a pun about her tattoos during a media day.Â
you grinned at her.Â
âbecause someone has to keep this team awake. what would you do without me? shit, i donât know how you survived without me for long.â
âprobably enjoy the peace and quiet,â she shot back, but the grin on her face told you otherwise.Â
you knew mapi got all the credit for being the talker of the group, but you easily topped her in that department. kika often joked that you had a built-in microphone, always on and ready to broadcast.Â
yet, despite all the jokes, you never felt like it was too much. not until recently.Â
training sessions at barça were something you relished, even on your worst days. being surrounded by alexia, kika, and esmeeâyour closest friends on the teamâalways made it feel less like work.Â
alexia was like a big sister, always ready to listen. kika was your partner-in-crime, teasing you relentlessly, but never crossing the line. esmee? she was your rock, her quiet presence balanced your constant energy, grounding you in ways you didnât think anyone could.Â
after a long training session one evening, you found yourself alone on the practice pitch. penalties were your weak spot, and you wanted to fix that. you lined up the ball, took a deep breath, and sent it toward the net. it hit the post.
âwhat are you doing here so late?â alexiaâs voice startled you.
you jumped, clutching your chest dramatically.Â
âyou scared me! i couldâve died.â
she smirked, arms crossed as she walked closer.Â
âyou didnât answer my question.â
âwhat are you doing here?â you tried to deflect.
âi asked first.â
rolling your eyes, you motioned to the ball.Â
âpenalties. i suck at them.â
alexia raised a brow.Â
âyouâre not even one of the main takers.â
âexactly! thatâs why i suck! i need to be better in case i ever have to take one, you know what if you frido or ewa are not available?â you rambled, launching into an explanation of all the ways penalties terrified you.Â
alexia didnât interrupt, just watched you with that calm, almost maternal expression she always had.Â
âyouâre overthinking it,â she finally said, cutting through your spiral.Â
âjust keep practicing. youâll be fine.â
her reassurance helped more than you wanted to admit. alexia had that effect on people, like she could carry all your worries on her shoulders and not even flinch.Â
a few days later, you stopped by esmeeâs apartment, where she was curled up on the couch with her girlfriend, dani. the sight of them together tugged at something in your chest, a reminder of what you used to have with emily.Â
âfinally over her,â you announced as you plopped down beside them, grabbing a handful of popcorn from the bowl on esmeeâs lap.Â
âwho?â danielle asked, clearly out of the loop.Â
âemily,â esmee filled in. âher ex.â
âoh, good for you,â danielle said with a smile through her dutch accent.Â
âitâs about time, right?â
you laughed, nodding.Â
âyeah, it only took me almost a year.â
however, later that week, you saw something that made your chest tighten all over again. scrolling through instagram, you stumbled upon a photo of emily with another girl, their smiles wide and carefree in north london.Â
it shouldnât have mattered. you were over the woman three years your senior. however, it stung in a way you didnât expect.Â
then came the champions league quarterfinal against bayern munich. the mistake was smallâa misplaced pass, a missed markâbut pernille made you pay for it with a screamer that tied the game.Â
1-1.Â
after the game, you did your best to shake it off, smiling for the cameras, joking with alexia and frido. you thought youâd done well hiding your disappointment.Â
the internet didnât let it slide.Â
ây/n talks too much. maybe she should focus on her game instead.â
âdoesnât she get tired of hearing her own voice?â
âthe team probably wishes sheâd shut up for once.â
the comments were harsh, cruel, and loud in your mind. you tried to brush them off, but the words stuck, clinging to you like thorns.Â
the next day at training, you were different. quieter. focused. when kika asked if you were okay, you only nodded, too afraid that anything you said might annoy someone.Â
âyou sure?â she pressed.
you nodded again, forcing a small smile.Â
âweird,â she muttered under her breath, walking away.Â
alexia and aitana exchanged glances, both noticing the shift. esmee tried to pull you into a conversation during a water break, but you only offered short replies, your usual energy gone.Â
that night in the locker room, after everyone else had left, you stayed behind, the weight of it all finally crashing down on you. in the showers, the tears came hard and fast, your shoulders shaking as you tried to keep quiet.Â
though the locker room echoed, and when you emerged, changed and ready to leave, alexia, kika, esmee, and ellie were waiting for you.Â
âwe heard you crying,â kika said softly, her eyes full of concern.Â
âwhatâs going on?â
you hesitated, swallowing hard.Â
ânothing.â
âdonât lie,â alexia said, her voice gentle but firm.Â
âi donâtâŚâ you trailed off, taking a deep breath.Â
âi donât want to annoy you guys.â
they all looked at you like youâd grown a second head.Â
âannoy us?â esmee asked, incredulous.Â
âi talk too much. i saw what people were saying online, and⌠maybe theyâre right.â
ây/n,â alexia started, stepping closer.Â
âwe love you. all of us. you make this team better, not worse.â
âyou think we donât look forward to hearing your ridiculous jokes every day?â kika added, her tone light but sincere.Â
âyouâre the reason we laugh half the time.â
âis that mistake against bayern bothering you?â ellie chimed in. âit happens to everyone. it doesnât define you.â
their words broke through the wall youâd built, and before you knew it, they were pulling you into a group hug.Â
âpromise us you wonât let those comments get to you again,â alexia said, her hand on your shoulder.Â
you nodded, sniffling.Â
âi promise.â
âgood,â kika said, grinning.Â
ânow, what were you going to say about the athletic club match?â
and just like that, you found yourself rambling again. they listened, laughing and teasing you like always, reminding you that this was where you belonged.Â
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harumasa x afab!reader
lighter x afab!reader (separate)
genre: domestic, kinda crack fic esque???, suggestive content (mdni)
summary: you ask you beloved one of the most pressing questions of your relationship
wc: 1.8k
harumasa
The universe had to be testing him right now, as he simply couldnât fathom any other way that this could be happening.
His day was way too long, what was supposed to be a simple collaboration between the HIA and Section 6 to test new hypersensitive VR combat training equipment ended in nothing short of an IT nightmare with the revelation that hacker Null_Face had tampered with their systems. After spending what felt like hours in a virtual simulation that felt more like an apocalyptic fever dream, then spending another few hours being poked and prodded by H.A.N.Dâs medical team to ensure everyone was still of sound mind and body, he was finally released to trudge home for the day and back to your loving arms.
He wanted to cry when he kicked his sneakers off at the door, the smell of fried rice in the air and the image of you standing in his kitchen, wearing his clothes, smiling like the angelic being you were as you gave him a welcome home kiss. His karmic debt had been paid, the balance of the world was correcting, and he was off work for the next few hours. All was well with the world, right up until the moment you snuggled up so cutely beside him on the couch to watch a movie, turning to prop your chin on his shoulder as you stared up at him.
âAsaba?â
âYeah, baby?â He said effortlessly, head turning to peck you on the lips as you beamed up at him.
âWould you still love me if I was a bangboo?â
You may as well have snapped his precious bow in half for how dramatically he reacted, his body stiffening as his face went stony. Maybe somewhere in his brief recollection of his day to you as he hung over your shoulder while you cooked he conveniently forgot to tell you that they VR warped him into a bangboo body, not a difficult thing to forget as he was both traumatized from the feeling of stubby, helpless limbs and preoccupied with the way you squirmed in his arms as he pressed sloppy kisses all over the side of your neck.
But you didnât know that. What you did know was that you were now staring into the most blank and desolated expression you had ever seen grace his face.
You forced a short laugh, pointing at him accusingly as he snapped back from his nightmarish recollection of the full emasculation of his pride for the day.
âOh, I see how it is.â You smacked the back of your hand against his chest as you intentionally scooted to the far end of the couch. âYou think I would make an ugly bangboo!â
â(Y/n), baby, I never said that!â He fussed, reaching to grab your hand just for you to swat him away with a maliciously sly expression, quickly hopping to your feet as you made a stance dramatic enough to rival his own exaggerated impressions.
âYouâre gonna regret not telling me you would love me if I was bangboo, Asaba Harumasa!â You declared before thrusting your thumb into your chest, âCause Iâm about to go rearrange your entire medicine cabinet.â
He shot up to his feet, the lethargy of the day vanishing in the blink of an eye at threat of you upending his perfect (to him) system of organization. âYou wouldnât dare!â
âTry me, bitch!â Was the final declaration as you zipped around the corner of the couch in a mad dash to prove your point. It was times like this that you really hated that he was a well trained hollow-exploring, ethereal-fighting machine, because it made chases all the more terrifying as you heard the telltale thump! of his feet hitting the floor again as he cleared the couch in a single jump, in hot pursuit.
Your hands barely grazed the door handle before you let out a shriek, his arms wrapping around your midsection before your feet left the floor entirely, body now upended and dangling where he tossed you over his shoulder. You kicked your feet helplessly for a moment, your shrieks devolving into a fit of laughter as his hand connected firmly with your ass.
âThis is not fair, Asaba!â You huffed out, fisting the back of his work shirt.
âWho said anything about fair?â He countered, jostling you on his shoulder once for good measure as you squirmed before he marched you right past the bathroom and into his room. âYou wanted to play dirty, so letâs play dirty.â He said as he flipped you unceremoniously onto his unmade bed, laughing at the little âoof!â you made before you immediately attempted to wrestle him away with a devious little grin.
He pinned your hands with ease, resting his full weight on you in an even more irritating manner as he leaned in for a kiss, his hands releasing your wrists in favor of sliding up under the hem of your shirt as you keened into lips, his tongue teasing its way into your mouth as you turned to putty beneath him.
âYou,â he began breathlessly as he broke away, nibbling at your glossy lower lip as you whimpered, âneed to stop jumping to conclusions. Who ever said I would stop loving you?â
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âWhatâd ya say, babe?â He called over his shoulder, the roar of the wind and his motorcycle having carried away the sweet tone of your voice from where you sat behind him, arms secured snugly around his waist as you raced across the flat expanse of the Outer Ring.
It was the first time you both were free in the past few weeks, his work for the Sons of Calydon having kept him away even as your schedule at one of the pump stations in the Old Oil Field opened up. Dinner in Blazewood and a cruise through the desert back to your place was always a nice little treat, your body warm against his back as your eyes danced across the dunes and hollows that decorated your home territory.
You propped your chin against his shoulder, wind whipping your hair wildly around your face. âIâll tell you when we pull over!â You half-yelled over the wind, his head tilting just enough for you to catch that sly look in his pretty eyes that made your stomach flip as one of his hands squeezed the fat of your thigh coyly.
âSuit yourself, sweetheart.â
Maybe you should have tried to ask again before you got back, timing would have been a little more prime than when you were straddling his lap on your dusty couch, hands fisted into his hair as he licked into your hot mouth like a man starved of affection, calloused hands directing your hips to grind against his own as you both moaned like a couple bitches in heat.
His zeal shouldn't have surprised you, after all it was kinda your fault that you ended up here. You knew better than anyone how much he loved being needed, wanted even, and had absentmindedly played it up beautifully all evening. Asking him first to help you change a part on your car and later dismissing another manâs attempts at flirting with you over a can of nitro fuel by waltzing right over to your dear Champion and slinging a leg over his lap, throwing your arms around his neck and placing a searing kiss against his lips as you declared yourself taken?
He would never consider himself one for public displays of affection, but he couldnât deny that something about you openly proclaiming yourself his had him itching to get you alone.
You broke from the sloppy makeout, his hands drifting up your spine to push you right back into his waiting grasp impatiently before you planted your palm against his chest, shoving him back into the couch as you righted yourself.
âIâve got a question for you.â You drawled, earning a hum of acknowledgment from him which you doubted to be him actually listening considering the glazed over expression in his eyes and the way he still fiddled with the button on your shorts.
âLighter, Iâm serious!â
âAlright,â his hands raised in faux defeat as he let his head hang back against the couch. âIâm all ears, what is this burning question ya got?â
It was your turn to grin now. âWould you,â you started as your fingers tracing his clavicle teasingly as you leaned in, now you were certain you had his undivided attention because his eyes were firmly fixed on your swollen lips.
âStill love me if I was a bangboo?â
He was silent for a beat, brow furrowing momentarily in a way you could only describe as cute before he gave you the best treat of your evening. His chest rumbled under your hands, one of his own raising quickly to try and smother the laugh that burned through his throat.
âThis is a serious question!â You quickly asserted, only for him to fully turn his face away from you all the more entertained at your disgrace at his laughter. It took one inhale before you knew you had him good, getting another little glimpse at your âbig bad championâ who snorted and teared when he laughed hard enough as you devolved right alongside him.
He sucked in a shaky breath, wiping at the corner of his eyes as he relaxed beneath you, hands rubbing little circles against your hips as he stared you down with the warmest look in his eyes. âWould I still love you if you were a bangboo, huh? Yeah, I think so, if you kept that fiery personality ya got, but I sure would miss a lot of things about my baby.â
âIs that so?â You hummed, fingers lacing behind his neck as your twirled the hair at his nape, enjoying the empowering feeling of having him shiver under your touch.
âMhm. Like your arms that are just long enough to wrap around me when I wanna take you for a ride, or all that hair of yours that blows in my face when you decide itâs your turn to drive, canât forget these pretty thighs of yours that you try and smother me with whenâ,â
âLighter.â You warn, but it falls on deaf ears.
âAnd I would definitely miss a few other things about you if you know what I mean.â As if you hadnât caught on enough he ground his hips up into your ass for good measure as you swatted his chest.
âLighter Lorenz, stop being such a tease!â
âOh, Iâm the tease?â
Before you could respond he had already flipped you off his lap and onto your back against the couch, prizing your legs apart to settle between them as he leaned in, lips brushing just against yours as he spoke.
âWell if thatâs what you want, who am I to keep it from ya?â
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Maybe this is just me. But. When you step back and look at the last 20 years, isn't it a bit weird what, specifically, is still being censored, vs what isn't? It used to be that even in Saturday morning action cartoons based off superhero comics, like Superman TAS, you often couldn't show the specific frame of, say, a fist impacting someone in a fight. Now, this improved over time, but if you really pay attention, you'll notice a lot of the time instead of actually seeing an impact there's a white flash that conveys said impact without actually showing it.
The fear among censors was that any violence that could easily be replicated by kids wasn't safe to show, and gun violence also got thrown in there since so many American families own guns. Incidentally, the DCAU is one of the biggest reasons this changed over time, but it stood for decades regardless. The kind of violence you saw in Tom & Jerry and the kind of violence you see today wouldn't have flown in the 90s and 00s.
Similarly, there were certain things you just couldn't really animate for kids and families when it came to things like body horror or outright cruelty that involved bodily trauma. There were times and places, genres, where it was a little bit more acceptable and you had more leeway - gross-out humor has always been a thing and has allowed more freedom in form and disgust, and horror media, even when aimed at a younger audience, is allowed to get away with more because it is an inherent aspect of the genre by nature - but you usually wouldn't go into something like Spongebob expecting something truly gruesome or horrific to look at.
When body horror did occur outside of its native environments, it was always toned down or humorous in some way. Think pulling off a face but you just see a skull or some messed up computer parts, or the OG Spongebob Halloween episode where he gets shaved down to a brain and a nose. It was gross, but it wasn't quite horrific, because firstly it wouldn't really serve the intended purpose of comedy, but also because censorship about that sort of thing was a lot more strict, it was categorized under violence.
Meanwhile today you have episodes where Spongebob's face skin is peeled off to reveal the highly detailed musculature underneath in an image that is not in any way humorous, or Squidward's toenail trauma depicted in a way that is not disgusting for the sake of humor but gratuitous and horrific for its own sake, and nobody bats an eye. Not the kids watching, not the Christian adults, and certainly not the censors.
And that's not necessarily a bad thing! I have a low tolerance for body horror in general which is why I chose it as the topic here, but I can just. Not watch. Evidently times have changed and these sorts of things aren't as off-putting for newer generations, or maybe I'm just especially susceptible to it. I don't think it's inherently bad if the world moves on without me and I end up left behind in some aspects, that's part and parcel with progress, and all things considered, it's probably a good thing that censors aren't so up their own ass about this stuff anymore. It allows for more freedom, and not everybody's going to jump to the extremest of extremes now that they have it.
But when you step back and look at how censorship has loosened over the years with regards to violence, body horror, sexual innuendo, themes and topics... you ever notice that anything even remotely queer hasn't received that same sort of grace? If anything it feels like it's gotten even tighter restrictions, if only because it's so front and center in the cultural conversation these days, and the public is more okay with it than the censors are. But any mention of queerness, especially transgender queerness, and suddenly the Comics Code Authority is very real again and your show is poised to lose a sizable chunk of Christian and/or Conservative viewers.
Nobody cares anymore if Spongebob is dissected on screen with unnecessarily detailed human-like anatomy showing all his muscles and ligaments and various blood vessels, that's just health class. So it wouldn't have flown back in 1995, who cares? But god forbid you have a story that treats a transgirl like she's a human being! Oh no, no, no! That's not appropriate for children. That's not appropriate for anyone! And even with homosexuality - yeah, we get our gay couples now and then, but you ever notice how a lot of them are either at the very very end, or when they aren't, suddenly that show ends up cancelled early or facing production or promotional issues for some strange and definitely unrelated reason?
Violence is okay. Even sex is becoming more okay than it used to be. Being queer still isn't, though. We still get censored into the dirt.
It's been incredibly surreal watching it gradually unfold these past 10 or 15 years. The more things change, the more they stay the same. And it always goes on to reveal the inherent biases and flaws with the idea of censorship in the first place.
Maybe it's time we stop trying to classify media as being strictly for any one demographic, to stop censoring any content whatsoever in its entirety no matter who the "target audience" is, and force parents to actually do their job and vet what their kids watch themselves. Maybe we shouldn't leave it to some old white business major to decide what is or isn't suitable for who, as if they are the only thing standing between the human race and moral annihilation. Maybe people should just make up their own minds on what is or isn't okay instead of having it dictated to them by someone else. Maybe.
That video of Alex Hirsch reading S&P notes for Gravity Falls conveys a few things to me:
1) the U.S. entertainment industry (especially animation) is run by older conservative types who make up offensive terms and get really mad about them.
2) the people who run Disney would be the first to fall in line with a fascist regime.
3) most of the media we consume is tailor-made and watered-down to appeal to the tastes of older, deeply religious conservative audiences.
4) conservatism, not the left, is and always has been the biggest voice of censorship in American culture.
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No Man's Land |15 - Final|
Pairing: Sam Carpenter x Reader
Summary: Sam canât help but be drawn to the cute stranger from her gym, even if everything about them makes them the perfect suspect, just when Ghostface has returned.
Warnings: None?
Word Count: 2.7k+
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Sam stood next to Tara as she got patched up in the ambulance. Sam couldnât believe she made it out without another stab wound and that Tara only got stabbed in the shoulder. Her eyes drifted across the way to see you in the back of another ambulance, getting stitched up once again. It seemed you had been right; you tore open all of your stitches, again.
Chad was standing next to you, seeming to talk rather animatedly as he gestured around crazily with his arms. Sam was sure that when they got outside, theyâd find Chad in a puddle of blood, but they didnât, he had been completely fine. When Chad hadnât been able to get ahold of Mindy, he said he went to go inside but the doors were all locked, so he ran to the nearest police station. By the time they were leaving the building police and medics were already waiting, a few minutes earlier and maybe Bailey and the others would have been arrested instead of dead.
âYou know,â Tara said, interrupting Samâs thoughts. She looked to see her sister was all patched up and now had a simple makeshift sling as she hopped down from the ambulance. âTheyâre not so bad,â she nodded in your direction. Sam followed her sisterâs gaze and couldnât help but smile. âI think you picked a good one.â
Sam let out a breathless laugh. She knew Tara was right, you were one of the good ones. They didnât lose anyone with you by their side, you ended up getting the most hurt out of all of them in fact. Sam didnât even want to know where theyâd all be without you, she certainly didnât think theyâd make it out and she didnât think she could handle losing any of them.
âI almost got them killed,â Sam said. She couldnât see why youâd ever stick around; no one was crazy enough to put up with her after seeing her life. She figured youâd return to North Carolina and go back to your special ops missions; you were clearly quite good at it after all.
Tara scoffed and Sam looked back at her sister just in time to see her rolling her eyes. âYouâre ridiculous,â Tara said. âThey almost died for you!â She gestured at you. Sam furrowed her brow; Tara said the same exact thing she just did but in a different tone. Sam couldnât figure out how it was any different, she was pretty sure you almost dying for her and her almost getting you killed meant the same thing.
âTheyâre still here,â Tara said slower as if that would make Sam understand better. Sam guessed it was obvious she was still confused because Tara threw her head back and let out an exaggerated groan. âThey know everything,â she gestured widely. âAnd they still stayed.â
âThey had a whole life before me.â Sam watched as the medic finished stitching up another one of your wounds.
âAnd you could be a part of it.â
âI donât-â
âYou deserve to be happy Sam.â Sam snapped her head towards her sister in shock, Tara sounded so confident when she said that. âYou just got to take the chance:â
Sam sighed and looked back over at you. You stayed, you got hurt protecting her and her friends. Not to mention the fact that you also killed two people for her, probably would have done all three but you let her have Bailey. You didnât need that kind of drama in your life, you could go back to your own life before you ever met her. Sam wasnât even sure what a relationship with you would even look like. She worked two jobs to pay for the apartment and Tara would always be her priority. She would be stuck working dead end jobs because she never went to college, she barely got her high school diploma, but you were exceptional, you were smart and strong, you were a hero.
âHey,â Chad said as he jogged up to the sisters. âI just got off the phone with Mindy.â
âIs she okay?â Tara asked. Sam watched Chadâs face with worry, they didnât know anything besides the fact that Quinn apparently stabbed her. Chad had been asking for information on his sister since they got outside, several people said theyâd learn what they could.
âYeah,â Chad nodded. âSheâs at the hospital, she said Gale also made it.â Sam couldnât help but let out a sigh of relief, her and Gale may have had their differences, but she certainly didnât want to see the woman die, Gale didnât deserve that. âI was going to head down there now; did you want to come with?â
Sam opened her mouth to say yes, she wanted to see Mindy and even Gale for herself. She wanted to be able to tell Gale that they got them, that it was finally over. The words never came out though as her eyes drifted back over to you. Chad whipped his head back and forth looking between you and Sam, when she finally turned back to answer Chad he was giving her a knowing smile.
âTheyâre okay,â Chad said without even being asked. âGiving the medics a hard time.â
Sam couldnât help but let out a small chuckle and roll her eyes. That definitely seemed accurate, they were probably trying to give you the best care possible while you insisted you were fine. Sam was sure the only reason they didnât take you to the hospital was because you, once again, denied doing so.
âBut you should talk to them,â Chad continued. Sam raised an eyebrow at that, she knew how much Chad liked you. Only one conversation and you had Chad vouching for you and had him telling you all about them, probably when you didnât even ask. âThey seem great!â He smiled innocently.
Sam rolled her eyes again; between Chad and her sister she didnât know what sheâd do. âWeâll meet you at the hospital in a bit,â Sam finally said. Chad nodded and ran off to a police officer who seemed willing to give him a ride.
Sam looked up just as you smiled and thanked the medic as she packed up her supplies. She looked back to her sister who gestured at her to go over to you. Sam sighed and made her way towards you. She had talked to you plenty of times, it wasnât until you almost died trying to save her life, but since then it seemed like the two of you shared a lot. You talked about your past, Sam talked about hers, the two of you even shared a kiss when you spent the night. None of that meant you wanted anything more, if anything youâd probably want nothing to do with her.
âHey,â you said as you hopped out of the ambulance.
âAre you okay?â Sam asked. She looked you up and down, her eyes seemed to only go to the injuries she knew you had and a the blood covering your shirt. She knew most of the blood couldnât have been yours, it was most likely from Quinn and Ethan.
âYeah,â you shrugged as if everything that happened to you was no big deal. âWhat about you?â Your brow scrunched up as your eyes searched her face. Sam hadnât even been stabbed and yet you were asking if she was okay. âAnd your sister,â you nodded at something behind her and Sam glanced back to see Tara watching the two of you.
Sam rolled her eyes; Tara was relentless when she made up her mind about something. âSheâll be okay, has to wear the sling for a few day.â
You let out a knowing hum. âAnd Chad said Mindy and Gale made it. Guess everyone made it out,â you smiled.
âOnly thanks to you.â You scoffed and let out a little chuckle as if you didnât actually believe Samâs words. âIâm serious.â You rolled her eyes, still clearly not ready to accept what Sam was telling you. âHey,â without thinking Sam reached out and caressed your cheek which you almost instinctively leaned into. âYou saved us, there is no way all of us would have made it out, especially with most of us unscathed.â
You gave her a soft smile, finally seeming to accept the fact that you wouldnât win this argument. The two of you fell into a comfortable silence and Sam couldnât help but get lost in your eyes as they stared into her own. âYour sister is staring at us,â you whispered, never taking your eyes off of Sam.
Sam felt her face heat up at that, she should have known youâd notice, you proved to be rather observant. âSheâs making sure I talk to you,â Sam admitted.
âAbout anything in particular?â Your mouth twitched up in a smirk, as if you knew what Tara wanted Sam to talk to you about.
âI justâŚâ the words got caught in her throat as she stared into your eyes. She couldnât believe the person who was looking at her with so much cared had just killed two people, had killed them for her.
âJust what?â you rasped out. Sam wasnât sure when she got so close to you, she had heard you as if you were the only two in the world.
Sam shook her head and pushed out all the voices telling her this was a bad idea and that you could still hurt her. She didnât hesitate as she shot forward, catching your lips in a surprising kiss. She felt you stiffen but before she could pull away you grabbed her by the waist, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. Sam couldnât help but smile into the kiss, it was even better than the first one and this time she didnât intend on stopping you.
Eventually the two of you did have to breakaway because both of you needed to catch your breath. Sam couldnât remember the last time she smiled so much, she bit her lip as she looked up at you shyly, as if she hadnât just been to make the first move. She didnât ask permission; she just went for it and the soft smile on your face was making her want to do it all over again.
âMy lifeâs a mess,â Sam blurted out, but this time she was smiling as she spoke. âAs youâve seen,â she gestured to the chaos around them. âBut, would you maybe,â Sam couldnât help but bite her bottom lip as she was suddenly unable to look you in the eye. âWant to go out sometime?â
Sam glanced up through her lashes and was met with your soft smile. âIâd like that,â you said.
Sam smiled; it had been a long time since she asked someone out. She almost felt like she was back in high school, having her first crush. You gently put your finger under her chin and tilted her head up, so she was looking into your eyes again. Both of you couldnât seem to help but smile as you leaned in for another kiss.
You broke the kiss quicker than Sam would like this time; she wanted to chase after your lips, but it was clear you had something you wanted to say. âMaybe Iâm overthinking and rushing this,â you whispered. âMaybe our first date will go horrible, and you wonât want another.â Sam couldnât help but silently chuckle at that, she didnât think that was possible. âBut Iâm not easy to be with.â Sam furrowed her brow at that.
âIâm military, if Iâm not deployed, Iâm in North Carolina, I only get to come back home, to here, when Iâm on leave, maybe a weekend, if Iâm lucky,â you sighed, you seemed to really be stressing how little you would actually physically be able to be in the same place at Sam. âA lot of people donât want to put up with that. Youâre trying to lessen the complications in your life, I donât want to add to it.â
Sam rested a hand on the side of your face, you closed your eyes as you leaned into her touch and Sam couldnât help but smile at the sight. âI donât think either of us can make any promises, or that we should,â Sam said. âBut Iâm willing to try.â You gave her what she could only describe as a relieved smile, as if you expected her to back down. âLetâs just live in the moment and take it day by day.â
âI like the sound of that.â You smiled and it seemed like you were about to lean in for another kiss, which Sam was more than happy to meet in the middle when the two of you were interrupted by someone calling out Samâs name.
Sam furrowed her brow and turned to see Kirby being wheeled out on a gurney. âOh my god,â Sam yelled and ran to Kirby��s side. âYouâre alive!â
âIâm so glad while I was bleeding out, you two were making out,â Kirby mumbled, slightly drowsy from the drugs the medics gave her, or the blood loss.
âWe werenât the ones and who got ourselves shot,â you snarked.
âHey,â Kirby pointed a finger at you, leaning up from the gurney slightly. âRemember who gave you that gun.â Samâs eyes widened, she completely forgot you had a gun, one you didnât tell her about. âAnd it seems it came in handy.â
âWhatever,â you rolled your eyes and waved her off. âWeâll stop by and visit in a bit.â
Kirby nodded, seeming to get more sleepy the longer she laid there. âYou did good sergeant.â You smiled at that and nodded for the medics to continue on towards the ambulance.
Sam crossed her arms as she stepped in front of you. She raised an expectant eyebrow at you, and you just tilted your head, as you pretended to be confused. âYou failed to mention Kirby gave you a weapon,â Sam said.
âThe less people who knew the better,â you defended. Sam scoffed; she couldnât believe you were trying that with her. âAnd look, your sister is coming over,â you gestured to the side, effectively changing the subject as Sam glanced over and saw Tara was indeed walking over.
âSo, you two together now?â Tara asked as a greeting.
âNo!â Sam denied, she was sure her face was bright red after that. âWeâve barely known each other three days.â It felt like she had known you a lot longer than that, even if she didnât count the longing stares she gave you at the gym the last three months. âBut, we are going on a first date.â
Tara rolled her eyes. âGuess thatâs something,â she mumbled. Sam smacked her sister in the arm and nodded towards you. Tara gave a dramatic roll of her eyes again. âYou did good,â she nodded at you. âTotal badass.â Sam closed her eyes and let out a long sigh, that wasnât exactly what she had in mind. âAnd thanks for saving our lives,â Tara mumbled under her breath.
You took it well though and just quietly chuckled at her sister. âYou werenât so bad yourself,â you said.
âCome on,â Sam said, giving you and Tara a tired smile. âLetâs go check on Mindy and Gale.â
The three of you walked away from the flashing lights and the chaos all of you just survived. Sam couldnât help but smile as her hand brushed against yours, until you took the initiative and took her hand within your own. She glanced at you out of the side of her eye and saw you looking ahead, the only evidence that you knew what you did was the smirk on your face.
âSo,â Tara said, interrupting the peaceful silence. âHow many dates do the two of you have to go on before I can meet the dog?â
Sam chuckled to herself; she should have known that would be a thing. The second Tara learned you had a dog her face lit up. Sam wasnât sure she wanted to see your dog again; she was still a bit intimidated but based on the smile on your face and the way Tara was looking at her, she had a feeling sheâd be seeing a lot more of the dog.
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Boyfriend Headcannons | Quinn Hughes
Pairing; Quinn Hughes x Fem!Reader
Warning(s); Fluff, that's it I think. Edited only once.
Summary; What I think Quinn would be like as a boyfriend (:
Word Count; 3.1k
Authorâs note; Enjoyed writing this so much, also considering writing a nsfw version if anyone would be interested. As per usual, any thoughts or reblogs are greatly appreciated (: -Honey
Boyfriend Quinn, who absolutely lives for affection.
Heâs not always the most vocal about it, but the way he craves your touch, your kisses, your warmthâitâs in the little things he does. Quinn has this quiet, relaxed way of seeking affection that makes your heart swell every single time. He doesnât always ask for it with words; most of the time, he doesnât need to.
Youâve learned to recognize his silent cues by now. Whenever he wants a kiss, he wonât say anything. He doesnât need to. Instead, heâll simply stop whatever heâs doing and turn toward you, his soft hazel eyes locking onto yours, and then heâll tilt his head ever so slightly, his lips gently pouting in that way thatâs both completely endearing and impossible to resist. Heâll just look at you with that silent, expectant expression, waiting patiently for you to indulge him, because he knows you almost always do.
And how could you not?
Sometimes, heâll be subtle about itâlike when youâre both curled up on the couch, watching a movie. Youâll feel him shift beside you, and when you glance over, there he is, his lips pushed out just a little, eyes soft and hopeful, his attention fully on you. Itâs a request, his gentle way of saying, "Come here, kiss me." Youâll roll your eyes playfully, but inside, your heart melts every time. You lean in, pressing your lips against his, and you can feel the contentment in the way his body relaxes, the way his hand automatically finds yours and squeezes, as if thanking you without a single word spoken.
Other times, heâs a bit more bold, more obviousâlike when youâre cooking in the kitchen, busy chopping vegetables or stirring something on the stove. Youâll be focused on whatever task you have at hand, and you wonât even notice him sneaking up behind you. Heâll come up and wrap his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder, and before you even have a chance to say anything, you feel it. He presses his lips to your neck, soft and gentle, and then pulls away just enough to turn his face toward you, lips already slightly puckered, waiting. He doesnât say a word, but his intentions are clear.
Youâll try to ignore him at first, teasing him, pretending youâre too busy with dinner to give in to his unspoken request. But heâs persistent. Heâll squeeze you a little tighter, nuzzle into your neck, maybe even let out a small, exaggerated sigh to get your attention. And when you finally turn your head, there he is againâpouty lips, soft eyes, silently waiting for the kiss he knows heâs going to get. You give in, every time. You canât help it.
"Okay, okay," youâll say with a laugh, turning your head to press your lips against his, giving him exactly what he wants. The way his lips curl into a smile against yours tells you just how satisfied he is.
Itâs not just the way he asks for kisses, though. Quinn is equally generous when it comes to giving affection, and he loves surprising you with it at the most random times. You could be in the middle of reading a book or scrolling through your phone, completely absorbed, and suddenly, youâll feel his presence beside you. Heâll lean in, wrapping his arms around you gently, his hands resting at your waist as he pulls you into a tight hug. No reason. No explanation. Just because he can. Just because he wants to.
And itâs those moments that catch you off guard the mostâthe way he showers you with love so effortlessly, so naturally. He never needs an excuse. For Quinn, giving you affection is as simple as breathing. Itâs the way he expresses his love, the way he reminds you how much he adores you, even without saying a word.
It's in the way, he loves being close to you. He always finds a reason to touch youâwhether itâs holding your hand, resting his head on your lap, or draping his arm over your shoulders when youâre sitting beside each other. Heâs not clingy, but thereâs a need for contact thatâs just so Quinnâthat gentle, understated craving for connection. And youâre always happy to give it to him, knowing that being close to you is where he feels most at home.
When heâs tired, heâs even more affectionate. After a long day of practice or a tough game, youâll find him seeking you out the moment he steps through the door. Heâll drop his bag, kick off his shoes, and walk straight to you, wrapping you up in his arms without a word. He wonât even need to say he missed you, because the way he pulls you close, burying his face in your neck, says it all. And when heâs feeling particularly worn out, heâll simply press his lips to your forehead or your cheek, a quiet sigh escaping him as he relaxes into your touch.
And then there are the nights when heâs lying next to you in bed, the room dark and quiet, both of you just on the edge of sleep. Thatâs when Quinn is at his softest. Heâll roll over, pulling you closer, his lips brushing over your temple or your shoulder, and youâll feel his gentle pouting, his silent plea for one last kiss before he drifts off. You oblige him every time, pressing your lips to his in the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the window, and heâll hum contentedly, his body relaxing completely as sleep finally overtakes him.
Quinn never needs to say much when it comes to affectionâhis actions speak louder than words ever could. The way he seeks out your touch, the way he silently asks for your kisses, the way he gives so freely of himselfâitâs all a testament to how deeply he loves you, how much he cares about you.
Boyfriend Quinn, who always does the little things for you.
Itâs in the smallest, most thoughtful gestures that Quinn shows his love, the kinds of things that make your heart swell and remind you just how lucky you are to have him in your life.
Take winter, for example. As soon as the first snow starts to fall, Quinnâs mind is already on youâmaking sure youâre taken care of, even when it comes to something as simple as the driveway or your car. He hates the thought of you standing out in the freezing cold, shivering as you scrape ice off your windshield in the early morning before work. So, whenever heâs home and able to, Quinn is always up before you, dressed in his thick jacket and boots, quietly heading outside while youâre still bundled up in bed.
By the time youâre awake and getting ready for the day, the driveway is already clear, the snow neatly shoveled into piles, and your carâs windshield is free of snow and ice. Itâs not something he ever makes a big deal aboutâhe doesnât even mention it, really. Youâll only realize what heâs done when you look out the window and see the work heâs put in, your breath fogging up the glass as you smile to yourself, heart warmed by his thoughtfulness.
You always try to thank him, but Quinn just waves it off like itâs no big deal. "I donât mind," heâll say with that soft smile of his. "I just want to make things a little easier for you." And thatâs the essence of Quinnâheâs always thinking about how to make your life better, how to take even the smallest burdens off your shoulders, whether itâs clearing the snow or making sure you donât have to start your day on the wrong foot.
Then, there are the flowers. Every week, without fail, Quinn makes sure to pick up your favorite flowers when heâs out. Itâs not a grand gesture, not some big bouquet delivered to your doorâjust a simple bunch of fresh flowers that he knows will brighten your day. Sometimes, theyâre the ones youâve always loved: delicate peonies, bright sunflowers, or soft, fragrant roses, depending on the season. Other times, he surprises you with something differentâwildflowers from the local market or a mix of colors that remind him of you.
The best part is always when he walks in with them, his face lighting up just as much as yours does when he sees your reaction. He loves the way your eyes widen and the way your lips curl into that smile he adores, the one that makes his whole day feel brighter. "You didnât have to do that," you always say, even though you both know how much you love it when he does. And Quinn just shrugs, placing the flowers on the kitchen counter or the dining room table with an easy grin.
"I like seeing you smile," he says simply, as though thatâs all the explanation he needs. And it isâbecause, to him, these little moments of joy he brings into your life are worth everything.
Itâs the same when it comes to things like the dishes. Quinn is the type of boyfriend who doesnât just pitch in around the houseâhe takes care of the things he knows you hate. Like dishes. Youâve always hated doing them. Itâs that one chore that gets under your skin, and youâve made it no secret that scrubbing pots and pans is not your idea of fun. Quinn knows this, and so even on nights when heâs the one who cooked dinner, heâll always make sure to handle the cleanup, too.
"Go relax," heâll say, waving you off when you try to help. "Iâve got this."
Youâll protest, of courseâafter all, heâs already done the cooking, and it doesnât seem fair for him to do it all. But Quinn is stubborn in the best possible way. Heâll roll up his sleeves and start running the water, ignoring your half-hearted attempts to convince him otherwise.
"You hate doing dishes," heâll remind you with a smile, "and I donât mind them. Plus, you always do so much for me." And thatâs Quinnâalways thinking about balance, about making sure youâre taken care of. He knows how much you appreciate the little things, and to him, doing the dishes after dinner is just another way of showing he loves you.
And then, there are the texts. When Quinnâs away for away games, his schedule is packed, and the time zone differences donât always work in your favor. But he never lets that stop him from staying connected with you. No matter how busy his day gets, no matter how late it is, he always makes sure to send you a good morning and goodnight text, without fail.
Sometimes theyâre simpleââGood morning, baby. Hope you have a great day.ââjust a little reminder that heâs thinking about you, even when heâs miles away. Other times, theyâre more playfulââWish I was in our bed, I miss your icicle feetââa teasing note to keep things light even in the middle of a long road trip. And when heâs too tired to string together a full sentence, itâs just a quick âMiss youâ with a heart emoji, but thatâs all it takes to remind you how much he cares.
Heâll always send these texts right before he crashes into bed, no matter how late or how exhausted he is. And when you wake up in the morning, knowing heâs already thinking about you from wherever he is, it never fails to make your heart skip a beat. Itâs the small things like this that mean the mostâhow, even in the chaos of his life, Quinn makes sure you know youâre never far from his mind.
Boyfriend Quinn, who loves taking you on dates.
Whenever he has an off day, the first thing that crosses his mind is you. He always makes sure to check in with you first, sending you a quick text during the day or giving you a call, gauging how your day is going and whether youâre feeling up for it.
"How's work today? Not too tired? Feel like going out later?"
You never have to guess if he's planning, because you know Quinn's always thinking about how to make the most of his time off with you. Itâs his way of creating balance in his life, something steady and beautiful amidst the chaotic whirl of hockey schedules, travel, and games. And even if youâve had a long day at work, the thought of spending the evening with himâof getting out of the house, hand-in-hand, with nowhere else to be but togetherâalways gives you the energy to say yes.
Most of the time, the two of you keep things casual, finding comfort in the familiar. Your favorite go-to is a small diner just a short drive away, the kind of place that feels like a second home. The staff knows your names, and thereâs always that corner booth waiting for you two, tucked away enough for a little privacy. Itâs not fancy, but itâs yours. The menu is simpleâburgers, fries, milkshakesâbut it never fails to hit the spot after a long week. Thereâs something cozy about it, something that makes you both feel grounded. Youâll sit across from each other, sharing fries and talking about everything and nothing, laughing over inside jokes that no one else would get.
But occasionally, Quinn likes to change things up. There are times when, instead of texting you about grabbing dinner at the diner, heâll tell you something a little different: âDress fancy tonight. Iâve got a surprise for you.â You can almost hear the excitement in his voice, even over text.
When Quinn decides to take you somewhere nice, itâs an event. He puts thought into every detail, planning a reservation at a restaurant you both love but donât visit oftenâmaybe that elegant spot downtown with the candlelit tables and soft jazz playing in the background. Heâs a romantic at heart, even if he doesnât always show it in obvious ways. On those nights, he wants to make sure everything feels just a little more special.
One of the best parts is the little ritual the two of you have before your fancier dates. Even though you live together, Quinn always insists on getting ready in the guest bedroom, leaving you to get dressed in the room you share. Itâs his way of adding an element of surprise, a way to keep things exciting. He loves the idea of seeing your outfit for the first time when you come downstairs, just like on your earlier dates, when everything was still new.
The guest bedroom becomes his own little prep space. Heâll spread out his suit jacket or freshly ironed button-down on the bed, taking his time to make sure everything looks just right. Quinn isnât the type to obsess over his appearance, but on these nights, he pays a little extra attention to the detailsâwhether itâs making sure his tie is perfectly knotted (though, he rarely wears one anymore) or his cologne is subtle but present. He knows how much you love when he dresses up, and honestly, he loves seeing that look in your eyes when you see him standing there, ready for the night.
Meanwhile, in your shared room, youâre just as focused, choosing the perfect dress and making sure your hair and makeup are done to perfection. Thereâs a thrill in getting ready separately, knowing that in just a few minutes, youâll come downstairs and have that little moment of reveal. Itâs a simple tradition, but it always makes the evening feel a bit more magical.
When you finally step out of the bedroom, your heart always flutters with anticipation. You make your way downstairs, and there he isâstanding by the door, looking impossibly handsome in his suit or tailored shirt, his eyes brightening the moment they land on you. Itâs like time stops for a second. Quinnâs not one to gush, but the way his lips part slightly and that small, slow smile spreads across his face says everything you need to know.
"Wow," heâll say softly, his eyes taking you in as if heâs seeing you for the first time. "You look... amazing."
You canât help but smile back, your cheeks warming at the compliment. "You clean up pretty well yourself," youâll tease, though you canât deny how much you love seeing him like thisâdressed up, standing there with that look of admiration in his eyes.
He steps forward, closing the distance between you, and without a word, heâll reach for your hand, bringing it to his lips for a quick kissâjust a little gesture to avoid messing up your lipstick, but one that makes your heart skip a beat every time. Itâs these small, quiet moments of affection that make Quinnâs love feel so real, so genuine.
And then, off you go, stepping out into the evening together, hand in hand, as the world seems to fall away. The restaurant is just a short drive, and the conversation flows easily between you, filled with laughter and teasing. When you arrive, the ambiance of the restaurant is perfectâlow lighting, the hum of quiet conversations around you, and the soft clink of glasses and silverware. But for you, the real magic of the evening isnât just the atmosphere or the delicious foodâitâs the fact that youâre with him, that Quinn has gone out of his way to make this night special for no reason other than wanting to spend time with you.
Throughout the meal, heâll reach across the table, his fingers brushing against yours, or heâll lean in to whisper something that makes you laugh, that private smile playing on his lips. He loves these momentsâthe ones where itâs just the two of you, away from the rush of life, enjoying each otherâs company in a way that feels intimate and timeless.
And when the night is over and youâre both back home, the magic of the evening doesnât fade. Quinn always makes sure to cap off the date in the sweetest way possible. Heâll pull you in close, his arms wrapping around you as he presses a kiss to your forehead, whispering something like, "I had fun tonight," in that casual, endearing way of his.
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have this thing I wrote in a flash of pure, unadulterated love for Jason that I felt while doing my hair routine after my shower. never needed a fictional guy more in all my life and honestly this may be my personal favorite thing Iâve ever written.
Thinking about domesticity with Jason Todd. Building a home with him, a life. How ever so gradually mine and yours becomes ours.
Youâre brushing your teeth one morning and decide to try out his toothpaste, the one he always buys from the bodega down the block owned by the little abuelita that loves him to death. Itâs fresh and itâs minty and you swear it leaves your teeth whiter than the brand name stuff you buy, so you let your tube get used up and never buy toothpaste again. Jason, without question, simply starts buying it twice as often as usual.
Youâre fresh from the shower together after a night off for both of you. Youâre warm and youâre happy and youâre both so in love it almost hurts. You watch enraptured as he towel dries his hair, roughly scrunching the water from his inky curls. You donât like how he lacks gentleness with himself, so you take the towel from him and gesture for him to lean down. Ever obedient to you, Jason complies and smiles softly as you dry his hair for him. You think suddenly that while his curls are always soft to the touch, they could do with being a bit more defined. They tend to get really frizzy and poofy by the end of the day. So you grab your curl cream and gel and just absentmindedly do your own routine on him. He raises his eyebrow in question only to quickly relent when he realizes it means youâre playing with his hair for longer. Your hunch is right; once his hair dries, his curls are so pretty you think you could get lost in the waves of them. Jasonâs just happy cause now his hair smells like you.
The only clothes Jason has that are his now is his Red Hood gear. The rest of his closet has quickly become co-owned by you. His brain never fails to short circuit when you walk out in his hoodies, or his sweatpants, or his t-shirts, or his boxers. Thereâs not one piece of his civilian clothing that hasnât been on both of your bodies at this point. Sometimes seeing you in his clothes has Jason blushing and his heart pounding with how much he loves you, how grateful he is to have this life with you. Other times seeing you in his clothes has him calculating the fastest way he can get them all off of you. Youâre just disappointed that it canât go both ways. But, alas, the struggles of having a massive boyfriend are that heâll never be able to fit in your clothes. Whatever; it still does something for you when he finally wears the old Gotham Knights shirt that youâd stolen for months.
Itâs also kind of funny sometimes. You two own a set of old, dark gray towels affectionately labeled âThe Blood Towelsâ. The Blood Towels are only brought out after a really rough patrol or post-showering when youâre on your period. They came about after youâd nearly slipped while soaking wet from how quickly youâd tried to dry off to avoid bleeding on his good, fluffy towels. Jason just looked at you like you were a little ditzy, a flat âDo ya know how many times Iâve bled on these towels?â coming from his mouth. âI donât care! I still donât wanna ruin them!â youâd insisted. And thus, The Blood Towels were born.
Your bookshelf is never going to stop growing. Youâve actually had to go to IKEA more than once to get a larger one with how often you and Jay visit the old bookstore two blocks away from your apartment. Neither of you can resist a pretty cover, or a new annotated edition, or, heaven forbid, those rare, expensive first edition copies. At this point youâre not really sure which of the five copies of Pride and Prejudice first belonged to who, but really what does it matter when youâre both reading them anyways? And itâs always funny when you have to drag home a bigger bookshelf. You can never hold your laughter when Jason inevitably shouts âWhat the fuck! This wouldnât be so goddamn hard if they actually gave you coherent instructions!â Itâs also always nice to drag the old bookshelves to the apartment of the single mom downstairs whose kid loves reading. You both know she can barely afford the second hand books she gets him, so the shelves are happily given. Youâre actually thinking of asking Jay if heâs willing to part with one of your first edition copies of Frankenstein for Christmas; the kid would freak.
All of this comes to a head with a cat. A big, fat, black cat that crawls up on your fire escape one night. Youâd both been a little distractedâokay, a lot distracted by the feeling of being lost in each other's touch. Youâd been making out for over an hour, just relishing in the intimacy of being together. It was definitely going to go somewhere until you heard the caterwauling of an animal outside your window. âThe fuck is that?â Jason had asked as he pulled away from kissing bruises into your neck. âSounds like a cat.â Youâd begged, actually begged, Jason to let him stay. The next morning you came home with a grocery bag full of cat toys and bowls while Jason hauled a value-sized 40 pound bag of cat food on his shoulder. Atticus sits with you both while you watch TV now. Atticus still sometimes ruins the mood when he sees Jason sink his teeth into you and immediately swats his dad on the cheek. But Atticus is also undeniably your boy. And whatever, maybe you do start thinking about what Jason would look like with an actual baby in his arms when heâs cradling Atty as he shuffles around your home. But thereâs time for that yet. You both know that. You know that beyond anything else, youâll always have this life, this home together. Itâs the best gift either of you have ever been given.
#jason todd#jason todd x reader#jason todd x you#red hood x reader#red hood x you#remy writes đď¸#I love him I love him I love him#you all donât understand how much I love this man. ugh. why canât he exist?!
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Breaking Trust. Ë✠・Ë
protective!Rafe Cameron x reader warnings: swearing, guns and firing into the air/ground, aggressive anger, anger issues, MDNI: fingering, p in v, praise summary: "You only noticed Rafe when he was storming down to the sandy bonfire, gun in hand." based on this request! thank you so much!
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You were perched like a porcelain doll on Rafeâs lap as the two of you watched a new movie on the TV. His hands were massaging the back of your head softly as his eyes were glued between your thighs and the screen itself. You were squinting at the captions, trying to not ask too many questions. It was your fault, anyways. You let Rafe put on a boring war movie that was three hours long. That alone should show how much you love him.
After thirty minutes into the movie, your phone subtly pings on the spot it was laying on the coffee table. You peered down casually, not drawing Rafeâs attention. The message on the dim screen was from the pougeâs group chat that you had just recently been added to. Without Rafeâs knowledge, of course. Your boyfriend, king of the kooks, had it out for any pouge that came within a mile of his perfect girlfriend. If it was up to Rafe, you would be in your own museum and displayed in a pretty box, for him and only him. In his words,Â
âI donât want the dirt on my shoes touching my pretty girl.â
Of course, this phrase was only spurred on because you got shoulder checked by a guy from the cut. You barely blinked before Rafe made sure he couldnât move to get in your way again. That being said, if your boyfriend found out you were in a group chat with pouges, he just might lose it.
âI gotta pee baby.â You said softly, faking a squirm as you got up quickly and grabbed your phone. You looked down, seeing Rafeâs small pout. You giggled, kissing his cheek, âIâll be back, promise.â Rafe nodded and watched your ass sway as you walked into the bathroom, his eyes glued to something new now. You closed the door quickly, scrolling through the messages.
JJ: Beach?
JB: when
JJ: idk like 11
Kie!: kk
Pope: Sounds good.
You felt nervous and a little out of place, but you still wanted to go. Hanging out with the pouges gives you the sense of adrenaline that youâve been craving for longer than you realized. Your thumbs were shaking and your body was quick with nerves as you typed out your third ever message in the chat.
Me: perf!
Maybe it was too girlie or too kook-y. Were they even talking to you? What if they forgot they added you? Before you could come up with another scenario in your head;
*JJ liked your message*
A sigh of relief left your body and a wave of excitement stuck to your chest. All that was left was figuring out a way to avoid Rafe and make sure heâs not suspicious of you leaving so suddenly.
âBaby, are you okay?â His voice gently yells across Tannyhill.
âYeah!â You replied, trying to not sound as frantic as you felt.
With a forged sense of causality, you walked back into the living room. The sound of your feet against the hardwood spurred Rafeâs attention and he turned over his shoulder to see you.
âWhat took so long?â He asked, a slight concern in his tone. âMy girlfriends texted, they want to hang out!â You said, coming up with the obvious lie on the spot.
âWhich ones?â Rafe asked, cocking his head.
âYou know.. Kenna and Eliza!â A smile plastered on your face. Youâve never been good at lying.
Something about Rafe felt different as he shrugged and told you to have fun. Thinking you made it out, you ran up to his room to re-apply some makeup and grab a change of clothes to wear at the beach. A bikini was in your sights and you grabbed it, along with a draped skirt and one of Rafeâs sweaters. Shoving everything into a beach bag, you headed back downstairs.
âWhere ya goin?â Rafe asked, towering over you now.
âBeach!â You replied, looking up at him with wide eyes.
âItâs 10:30 at night baby, are you sure?â He gently pushed, his arms coming up to hold your shoulders with concern.
âYeah, I promise!â You kissed his cheek and brushed past him, âI love you!â
âI love you too.â Rafe sighed, obviously stressed about the abrupt change in plans.
With a surprising lack of resistance from your boyfriend, you got into your car and began to drive down to the cut, meeting the pouges at their normal spot on the beach. You grinned as cheers were heard when you showed up, a bonfire already being started. Kiera met you in the sand, a beer in her hand as she slurred her laughter.Â
âHi Kie!â You giggled with her, beginning your walk down to the fire.
JJ and John B met you with a beer and marshmallows, encouraging you to make sâmores. The fire grew throughout the night and you drunkenly ran around with them. The sand kicked at your feet as you ran from JJ after stealing his knife and the water drenching you and Kie when she convinced you to run into the waves. Pope talked to you with the others, and you mindlessly listened to his rants as you traced drawings in the sand, John Bâs towel wrapped around you. Your lack of observance was a weakness. Throughout the excitement and exhilaration, you failed to notice Rafeâs truck parked at an overlook, with your boyfriend inside. His eyes were on you as you drank and forgot about anything besides what was keeping your attention that second.
When you had left the house originally, Rafe was concerned. He had his original suspicions, so he reluctantly let you leave. Topper and Kelce had invited themselves into Tannyhill once they realized your car wasnât there anymore, but they instead found Rafe watching your location intently. After some comically deep discussions, Topper had convinced Rafe to follow you. Admittedly, this was an easy thing to convince him of. Rafeâs keys were in his pocket the moment you left. He drove with urgency, seeking you out. Rafe told himself that he was just worried about your safety. At the beach this late, the sneaker waves could grab you in a second. Deep down, he knew that there was a lack of trust, and he needed to talk to you about it. You only noticed Rafe when he was storming down to the sandy bonfire, gun in hand.
âGet away from my fucking girl!â He yelled, firing a warning shot into the air.
Confrontation sparked instantly as you tried to beg Rafe to not do anything he would regret while the pouges taunted him like it was a game. Your heart broke on the betrayal from either side. Rafeâs constant threat through the bullets in his gun and the lack of protection or awareness from the others was giving you anxiety. Your boyfriend didnât play pretend when it came to you.
âRafe.. Rafe please! Put it down!â You begged, tugging on his bicep.
âYou brought them this.â He responded, firing a shot into the sand.
âFuck you Rafe!â JJ spat on the dent the bullet made.
Tears flooded your eyes as neither group let up. You felt utterly hopeless and all to blame. The only thing to divert the attention of everyone was the soft sound of sirens and the illumination of quick-approaching lights. Rafe pulled you along with him, forcing you into his passenger seat with a subtle undertone of gentleness, not wanting to hurt you badly. The tires dragged through the sand as your boyfriend sped away, driving back to Tannyhill.
The air in his truck was thick with anger and anxiety. Rafeâs lack of words were enough to speak for themselves. You stared out the window in disbelief, trying to push everything away.
The truck parked at Tannyhill and Rafe got out, slamming his door before coming to the other side, picking you up from the car and carrying you into the house with a sense of annoyance. Rafe took you up to his room with little protest and sat you down on the bed.
âWhat the fuck?â He asked, obviously hurt by your lies.
âRafe mâso sorry baby I-â You began the apology rant you prepared in the car, but he cut you off.
âI trusted you. Why the fuck did you lie?â He said, scoffing at your tears, âDonât start with me. Tell me.â âYou hate them!â The words flew from your mouth, âThey are my friends and I still want to hang out with them but you hate pouges! For no reason!â Your voice was rising without you realizing.
Rafe groaned in anger, âThatâs a good enough reason on its own!â
âNot to bring a gun!â You yelled, emotions running high.
In an instant, he shoved your makeup off the dresser and onto the floor, shattering the pretty pink Miss Dior bottle he bought for your anniversary.
âStop!â You sobbed, crumpling into the bed.
âIâm fucking done! You canât keep pulling this shit!â Rafe yelled back, storming out of the room.
The strong scent of the perfume gave you a pounding headache. You crawled off of the bed and staggered into the bathroom, laying in the empty bathtub to escape the scent. You fell asleep quickly, the emotional and physical exhaustion sweeping your feet. There was no signs of Rafe as your eyelids became heavy and protested the bright bathroom light. The curled position you had pulled yourself into was the same one you fell into a deep sleep in.
Soft mutters and shaking movements awakened you slightly, hours later. Rafe cradled you in his arms, kissing your forehead. The bedroom no longer smelled like the shattered bottle of perfume, implying that he had come back in and cleaned up the mess he had made.
The blankets were a glorious feeling as he helped you into bed, wrapping his arms around you.
âMâsorry.â Rafe whispered, falling asleep with you in his arms. You were quick to follow, escaping reality to sleep.
The sun shined through your window, just as bright as the moon was the night before. Your boyfriend laid next to you, kissing your arms softly. The gentle movements woke you up, and once he realized this, he began to apologize.
âBaby Iâm so sorry.â He whispered, holding your chin to lock your gaze on him, âI overreacted.â âIâm sorry too.â You responded, tearing up and collapsing into his arms, âI broke your trust. I shouldâve just talked to you.â âShh.. sâokay.â Rafe reassured, his hands playing with your hair subconsciously, âI let my anger get the best of me. I shouldnât have.â
 You laid in his arms, feeling more alive than you did with the pouges the night before. âLet me make it up to you?â Rafe whispered, pulling you up and kissing your neck gently. You giggled before gasping at his cautious hickeys.
His hand wandered to the hem of your panties, playing with them to tease you. Your anticipatory moans lead him forward, getting on top of your desperate body.
âRafe.. please..â You mumbled, grabbing out for him.
âBe patient, love.â He whispered, kissing down your legs after stripping you of your panties and top.
Your lips met one last time before you felt his fingers softly rub circles into your clit. You moaned out for him, holding onto his bicep for any kind of stability.Â
âR-rafe..â You whimpered.
âSo wet fâme.. swear you get sexier every day. Just donât wanna share my girl.â He mumbled, kissing your neck.
âClose..â Your eyes rolled back, dumb on his fingers alone.
âNo baby..â Rafe chuckled as you whined at the loss of his hand, âYouâre going to cum on me, yeah?â The moan you cried out was pornographic as he slowly dragged his hard cock through your walls.
âAlways so fuckinâ tight.â He groaned, fucking you slowly and deep. Rafe felt your every clench and spasm, speeding his pace up with ease.
âToo- too much..!â You cried, drunk off of pleasure as he fucked you on his cock.
âNo baby.. you got it. Be good.â He whispered, feeling you coming closer and closer to edge, âSo perfect.. like you were fuckinâ made fâme.âÂ
âClose!â You cried out, the rest of your mind consumed with the pleasure he was fucking into you. Your body trembled as you came, shaking underneath him and clenching around his cock. He groaned, gripping your hair and burying his face into the crook of your neck as he came inside of you.
Rolling off of you, Rafe laid lazily beside you. He turned his head after a few minutes, kissing you on the cheek and getting up from the bed, despite your lazy protests.
âGotta get you cleaned up..â He said, his tone soft and careful as he wiped you down with a warm cloth.
Rafe showered your spent body in kisses before pulling you up and carrying you downstairs to the couch, kicking the forgotten cap of your broken perfume bottle under the dresser.
âGotta get you new perfume, hm?â He said, kissing your cheek and letting you snuggle into his lap on the couch.
Rafe turned on the TV, resuming the same movie from last night. You groaned, rolling your eyes and burying your face in his bare chest.
âYou love me.â Rafe said with a chuckle, kissing the top of your head.
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I love you, Iâm sorry
A letter from reader to Rafe
Content: Angst, like PURE sad, the lamp looks weird, based on the song I love you, Iâm sorry by Gracie Abrams (may or may not be accurate)
A/N: about that cliffhanger and happy ending, I changed my mind⌠also ignore any writing mistakes if thereâs any and this was kinda rushed so I hope it still turns out good
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dividers from @anitalenia
Rafe,
It is Saturday night. I should be out doing something, partying or whatever to enjoy myself, yet here i am, pen in hand, finding myself writing to you again. I know this letter will never reach you- itâll end up crumpled at the bottom of my drawer or burned to ashes. Still, I canât seem to stop myself.
It has been exactly two august ago since everything fell apart. I remember the way I laid it all out, raw, I wanted to be real, hoping that honesty would mend us. We werenât perfect. Hell, we were far from it. We fought like fire and gasoline, burning everything we touched. Jealousy leads us to mistrust each other but even then, I didnât think it would end the way it did. I never thought that fight would be the last..the final, devastating blow before you ghosted me and blocked me everywhere.
I swear it wasnât my intention to break up with you, I thought by exposing the cracks, we could patch them together. Instead, the truth just ended up pushing you away. When you drove off in your Benz and left me standing at my gate, it felt like everything had stopped. The time, the world, my heartâŚeverything froze. I couldnât breathe. I wanted to scream, I wanted to stop you, beg you to stay, to tell you that we could still save us but you didnât look back, and i was too late.
Now, i watch you from a distance as you become successful, helping your dad doing business, running Cameronâs development like you were born to do it. I heard your name whispered in admiration at the club where I work, how you charm people the way you trained for. And you know what? Iâm so so proud of you Rafe. I always knew you had it in you. Iâll be rooting for you always, even from the shadows.
Maybe two summers from now weâll be talking again at some point, exchange smiles, our lives untangled and weâre cool again. I can picture youâll be in your familyâs jet, travelling, and me, on my boat moving on with our own lives. By then, i hope..im actually ready to move on. I know youâve already moved on- I mean, why wouldnât you? Still, thereâs part of me wish that you wouldnât yet, and maybe, just maybe, you would take me back.
But thatâs just selfish isnât it? I was selfish when we were together too. I made everything about me, i was inconsiderate, I turn something small into raging battles. I didnât listen, didnât see you for who you were. Iâm ashamed of the person I was, of the mistakes I made. After everything i did, Iâm surprised you havenât send someone to kill me yet.
Lately I find myself sitting on the porch, watching sunsets like we used to, with a glass of something strong in my hand. I laugh at myself, at the crash I made, because what else can I do? Itâs a twisted kind of copingâlaughing at my own heartbreak. It doesnât feel real and itâs really hard to let go but i guess thatâs just the way life goes.
I know i was a dick, Rafe. I had too many flaws to count but as sick as it sounds, I loved you first. Youâll always be my first love. You were the best and the worst thing that ever happened to me, a storm that left me shattered but alive. Your love had impact me deeply, it is carved in my soul. No matter where we are, i want you to know that Iâll carry the past and the weight of my mistakes with me. Trust me, it will always, haunt me.
I regret every second for not treating you well, for not being the person you needed. Lastly, i want you to know that I still, truly, deeply, love you, Iâm sorry.
*Ding* you heard the bell rings. You rush downstairs to answer the door.
âPizza deliveryâ, says the delivery boy standing in front of you. You almost forgot you ordered one, an hour ago. You take your prepaid alfredo chicken pizza and thank him. It was Rafeâs favourite pizza, youâre not sure if itâs still his favourite though. After shutting the door, you walk to your kitchen.
Just two seconds later, *ding* the bell rings again. Did the delivery boy forget anything? You thought.
You open the door, âyes-â you pause. You couldnât believe it, standing right in front of you,
âTopper?â
âTopper what are you doing here?â you ask, your voice laced with confusion.
He then steps aside and reveals a man behind him, lying on the steps of your porch- a man whose silhouette youâd recognize anywhere. âRafe,â you whisper.
âShit Iâm sorry to bother you but this dumbass got into an accident for driving while heâs high,â Topper blurts out, panickly.
Your brow furrowing and your confusion deepens. You walk closer to Rafe and spot the blood dripping from his head, âAccident? What? Then why do you bring him here instead of the hospital?â You ask, your voice sharp, slicing through the chaos of the moment.
âHe wonât let me. He insisted I bring him here to see you,â Topper explains.
âY/n,â Rafe speaks up, his voice low and strained.
Your heart skips a beat. Itâs like the universe has stopped spinning again. This is the first time you hear him calling your name after two whole years.
âHey Rafe, youâre bleeding,â you say, your voice mix with feelings.
âIâm fine,â he says, giving a soft, disarming smile while trying to sit up.
You instruct Topper to go find some cloth to stop the bleeding. As he dissapears, you sit on your knees facing to Rafe, âRafe, what happened? Why are you here?â you ask, still have no clue of whatâs going on here.
âI wanted to see you,â he replies, putting on that damn smile again, the one thatâs always managed to unravel you. âI miss you, y/n.â
Your face goes pale, your eyes widens, the words hang in the hair, heavy and unexpected. âRafe, youâre drunk,â you accuse, trying to make sense of whatâs happening right now.
âNo, Iâm not, i swear Iâm very conscious right now,â he insists, his voice firm. Youâre still not sure if heâs telling the truth or not. âI really miss you, y/n,â he continues, his voice low but still clear for you to hear it.
Your heart aches, torn between disbelief and the undeniable pull of his words. âHow hard did you hit your head? God, youâre still bleeding. We need to see a doctor,â you say, trying to stand up, but he grabs your hand, pulling you back down.
âStop it, Iâm fine i swearâŚthis is nothing,â he says waving off the concern. Just then, Topper returns with a towel in his hand. He hands the towel to you and says, âdude, are you sure youâre okay? When i saw your car there were smokes everywhere. Looks like you hit that tree pretty hard,â his voice fill with concern.
âIâm fine Top, just go. I need to talk to y/n,â Rafe says with a dismissive wave. Topper hesitates, he looks at you for confirmation as if youâre the one in charge here. You nod at him, signalling an approval, âsâokay Top i can handle this.â
âOkay, just call me if anything happens,â he says. âThank you,â you mutter softly to Topper as heâs leaving towards his car.
With Topper gone, you shift your focus back to Rafe. You take the towel and start dabbing on the blood on his forehead, âwe still need to get this stitched up,â you say. Rafe then grabs your wrist, his grip firm but not forceful, âlook at me,â he demands.
You look at him straight in the eyes, drowning in his blue eyes. Itâs overwhelming- staring at the man that you love but no longer yours.
âI do mean what i said, i miss you y/n and i wanted to see you,â he says, his tone steady and sure.
âBut why now?â You ask, your voice breaking under the weight of the question.
âSar..Sarah told me tonight that youâve been writing letters about me. She found them stashed under your bed,â he says, hesitantly.
Your stomach drops and you shake your head in disbelief, âGodâŚi knew it there was something wrong. She was acting so weird when she left this morning,â you mutter.
âSo itâs true? Youâve been writing about me?â
Your face is turning red, youâre struggling to find the words. âI- yesâŚIâve been writing letters. Pretending like Iâm gonna send it to you but i never do,â you stutter.
âWhy didnât you just send them?â He presses, his voice low, almost pleading.
âYou know why RafeâŚyouâve moved on. You blocked me few months after we broke up. Youâre thriving now with your job, you got your whole life together, and I- I was the reason why we broke up. I canât just crawl my way back into your life like nothing happened,â you shatter, your voice breaking as youâre struggling to control your tears.
Rafe shakes his head. He brushes his thumb over your knuckles and kisses it. âYouâre wrong y/n, youâre absolutely wrong. Iâve been doing nothing over the past two years except than trying to forget about you. Thatâs why Iâve been doing all these jobs, thinking it could distract me, but no,â he shakes his head again. âNothing could make me stop thinking about you.â
His confession leaves you breathless, your tears streaming down your face as he continues. âAbout the blocking and disappearing, Iâm really sorry, I was a coward. The truth is, that day i came to your house to apologize. Then, as I stood outside, i saw you were laughing with jj through your window. I knew you guys were not together cause after jj left, I may or may not have confronted himâŚâ he then mouthed sorry. âBut then, I remember the way you looked so happy when youâre with him. At that time, I knew I had to let you go cause you deserve someone better and you deserve to be happy so thatâs why I blocked you..as if that makes any difference.â
You idiot,â you scoff. âI never wanted anyone else, only you Rafe, only you. Youâre the only one who could truly make me happy.â
His eyes glisten, his smile soft and hesitant. âPlease forgive me y/n, I swear Iâm a better person now and I love- I love you, so much. I still do.â
You reach up, caress his cheek and pull him in for a kiss. âI love you too Rafe,â you whisper. He cups your face and returns the kiss. The kiss is passionate, slow and tender. His lip is so soft and only god knows how much you miss this. The world fades around you, leaving only the two of you, two broken pieces finding their way back to each other.
You pull away from his face and let out a giggle. âWhy are you laughing?â He asks, canât help but let out a soft giggle too.
âBefore you came I was actually writing another letter for you,â you admit, a shy smile appears on your face.
âOh really? Tell me about it baby,â he smirks. Your smile widens at the sound of the nickname that rolls out from his mouth. âMm I miss that. You, calling me baby. Anyways, itâs in my room, wanna come in?â You ask.
He shakes his head, pulling you closer as he leans back against the stairs railing. âHmm in a bit sweetheart, you can tell me here while we stargaze. I missed your porch- and mostly you, of course,â he replies with a faint smile.
So you do. You talk to him about the letter while your head rest on his shoulder and your fingers intertwined. âLastly I wrote, I love you, Iâm sorry,â you say, explaining the last content of the letter. But then, you realise he has gone quiet. His stillness unsettling. You glance up to him, âRafe?â Heâs not responding. You check his pulse but there is none. Panic sets in as you shake him, calling his name.
âRafeâ
âRafe, wake upâ
âWake up!â
âWake up!â
âY/nâ
âY/nâ
âY/n, wake upâ
You gasp, your heart is pounding like a drum. Youâre sweating all over your body as reality crashes down. It was a nightmare.
âHey..baby you okay?â You turn your head to your right and realise itâs Rafe. Heâs okay, heâs alive and heâs sitting on the bed next to you. Relief floods through you like a tidal wave.
âIs it the nightmare again?â He asks. You nod, signalling him that heâs right.
âItâs okay baby I got you. Here, come back to sleep,â he says, gently pulling you into his arms. You smile and cuddle him, clinging to the illusion of safety his embrace provides. You close your eyes again trying to fall back to sleep till your alarm suddenly rings.
You wake up with a tear running down your cheek. You hit the snooze button and realise that was a dream and this time, itâs the true reality. You look to the other side of your bed, itâs empty. It always has been for quite a while now. The truth is, that night after Rafe collapsed, you called for an ambulance. On the way to the hospital, they try everything to make his heart beat again, but nothing works. It was too late. He had lost too many blood before that you werenât aware of and that same night, Rafe had died in your arms.
Itâs been 3 years since the tragic. You keep having the same dream almost every night. Part of you is grateful that you and Rafe had ended in good terms but another part of you knows that the truth is youâll never get the chance to redeem yourself and be a better partner. Thereâs nothing remaining other than the memories that will haunt you forever.
Rafe, if youâre hearing this, I love you, Iâm sorry.
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ۜৠSKATER!CHRIS x GIRLY!READER
skater!chris carrying girly!reader to bed after she fell asleep admiring his tattoo
Ëđđ warnings... kissing, skater!chris being shy (rare sighting), pure fluff.
âhey, come on. i think itâs pretty cool,â he chuckled, flipping through the little book from his nirvana âin uteroâ CD. you were both sitting on chrisâs couch, your knees tucked up to your chest, while he showed off the pictures from the booklets his different CDs had to offer.
by now, it had been a few months since you ran into chris for the first time and a few weeks of dating. despite your differences, it had been some of the best weeks of your life.
âi like that one,â you smiled when he got to a specific picture, pointing at what looked like kurt cobain lying down on stage with a guitar in hand. he turned to look at you, meeting your eyes. âyeah? thatâs my favorite actually,â he chuckled, closing the CD again while you nodded.
you looked up at him, a soft but questioning look on your face, reciprocating a shy smile. he hesitated for a second, before speaking.
âwanna see something?â he smirked, which slowly turned into a smile when you nodded with a giggle, his mysterious way of asking making you feel a mix of confusion and excitement. clumsily, he moved to sit up normally, handing you the CD to look at for a second.
but your attention flickered back to him when he started taking his shirt off, leaving you confused and flustered. âwhat- uh, what are you doing?â you mumbled shyly, attempting to stay respectful and look back down at the album in your hand, but.. it was hard.
âdonât worry. you can look,â he laughed when you turned all shy and bashful on him, his fingers gently grazing your chin to tilt your head back up, meeting his, now shirtless, form. confusedly, you kept staring, before he turned his back to you.
ohhh.
âwoah..â you stared in awe almost, watching the tattoo that adorned his toned back. it was beautiful, really. every single stroke and detail is just on point with the original album design. it suited him so well, stretching from one shoulder blade to the other, reaching the middle of his spine. yeah, such a big tattoo was bold, but chris made it look so good.
without thinking, you let your fingers carefully trace the inkâthe angels face, wings, open arms. it was perfect, and though you knew nothing about tattoos, it looked like it had healed and faded just perfectly.
it wasnât until you felt him shiver just slightly that you pulled your hand back, now aware that you were actively touching him. âsorry- iâm sorry.â you muttered, heat rising to your face immediately when the tucked his shirt back on, turning back to face you.
âno, itâs okay. yeah, donât worry âbout it,â he smiled softly at you, rubbing the back of his neck. âitâs, um, itâs beautiful. i really like it,â you smiled, resting your elbows on your knees to look up at him.
it wasnât long before you were resting on the couch, chrisâs back to your chest while you gently traced the outlines of the tattoo with your gentle fingers. his eyes were fluttered shut in pure pleasure, the calming feeling of your touch making him more relaxed than heâs ever been.
you yourself, was almost dozing off. your legs were still tucked up to your chest, your side resting up against the backrest of the couch while resting your head on your arm. chris could feel the way your fingers were staring to slow on his shoulders, before your hand stilled completely.
chris rightfully assumed you had fallen asleep, cherishing the intimate moment before he got up and pulled his shirt back on, looking down at your drowsy body.
âcâmon, gotta get you to bed, hm?â he asked rhetorically, carefully slipping his arms under your legs to carry you to his bed bridal-style. treating you as if you were made of glass, he let you rest on one side of his bed, pulling the covers up over your chest.
âso, so pretty..â he whispered, leaving a soft kiss on your cheek, careful not to wake you up. gosh, you looked so peaceful like this, so adorable, your lips stuck in a pout. checking the time, he decided he might as well just go to sleep as well, going to lie on the other side of the bed.
gently, he shuffled closer to you, wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you closer, before brushing his fingers through your hair.
âgood night, sleepyhead,â he muttered quietly, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead, down the side of your face, before he reached your lipsâcarefully pecking them with a racing heart. âi love you,â he watched you shift, slowly moving closer to him with a long sigh. though he wished you would wake up, maybe shyly ponder over his sweet confession, he was glad you were too far gone in a deep slumber to watch the way his eyes skimmed your pretty features, and maybe even hear the way his heart was going a million miles per hour.
it was a weird feeling in his stomachâsure, he was loud and always throwing horrible jokes, but moments like this made all of that roaring persona disappear. you made him want to throw all his shitty habits right out the window, hoping theyâd fly far away from him.
and you did. though his friends felt betrayed and it did sound cool to practice for his band at night, heâd much rather listen to you talk his ear off about your favorite sanrio character in your pretty, frilly, feminine bed. oh, if any of his friends were to see him in that state, theyâd never stop laughing.
đđËŕż notes: im sooo oh em gee! rare shy skater!chris moment, and im here for it. he's soo stupidly in love with her im sick.
more skater!chris x girly!reader here!
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i think i have a clinical problem when it comes to domestic dad!schlatt but there's literally nothing about it :(
could u possibly write some head cannons or smth? idm the genre fluff smut angst whatever u want maybe a mix :0 tysmmm <3
anon me too, why does no one ever talk about this :( i'm in a good mood rn so here's some fluff and smut!!
Nightly family dinners are a MUST
Schlatt at the head of the table, you to his right, and your kids opposite
Your kids ramble on about their days at school whilst Schlatt listens intently
Free hand rubbing soothing circles on your knee
"Stop playing with your food- NO DON'T THROW IT AT YOUR SISTER"
Family movie nights???
Your kids take it in turns to choose the film each week
"I don't wanna watch a stupid fucking disney film again"
"Jay watch your language around them!"
Watching him chase after them in the store as they pick out every snack in sight
But Schlatt never takes these nights for granted
On his hands and knees building a mini fort for your kids to lay in
You just watch from afar admiring your husband
Sleepy sex in the middle of the night
"Shhh toots, gotta stay quiet"
Him behind you, hands on your waist and head in the crook of your neck as he slowly rocks into you
Biting down on his fingers when he puts them in your mouth
"Don't let them hear you, pretty"
"Trying... I am, I'm trying Jay"
His breathy moans and desperate whines in your ear
When you both finish it's silent as you both just lay there
"I'm so in love with you"
"You mean everything to me"
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Merry Christmas, I Miss You
Title: Â Merry Christmas, I Miss You
Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Female Reader
Summary: After overhearing a conversation at a Christmas party, Bucky realizes that you may miss him as much as he misses you. Determined to bridge the distance, he makes the first move to reconnect during the holidays, risking vulnerability to say the words heâs been holding back: Merry Christmas, I miss you.
Word Count: 4.5k
Warnings:  //Warnings // Explicit Content //18+, Minors DNI, smut, Angsty, Petsname, Unprotected sex,  No Beta readingâŚ
A/N:Â Alex Crichton â 'Merry Christmas, I miss you' was the inspo for this.. damn song has been living in my head!
The compound was alive with holiday cheer, every surface glittering with Tonyâs trademark flair for the extravagant. Twinkling lights wrapped around beams, garlands of evergreen adorned the walls, and a grand Christmas tree stood at the center of the room, its branches heavy with ornaments that seemed far too expensive for their own good. The scent of mulled cider and freshly baked cookies filled the air, mingling with the distant hum of holiday classics playing over the speakers.
It was everything a holiday gathering should be, filled with warmth and laughter, but for Bucky Barnes, it felt like he was standing outside of it all. He leaned against a corner wall, arms crossed over his chest, his lukewarm drink forgotten in his hand. His steel-blue eyes scanned the room, taking in the sight of his teammates laughing, mingling, and for once, letting their guards down.
He tried to let the festive energy seep into him, to shake off the weight that had been pressing on him for weeks now. But no matter how hard he tried, he felt miles away. Like he was a ghost in the room, watching everyone else enjoy a life he wasnât sure he belonged in anymore.
It wasnât just the usual holiday blues-no, this emptiness had a name. Yours.
Bucky sighed, his gaze drifting to the corner of the room where youâd stood last year. He could still picture you as if it had happened yesterday. Youâd walked in late, the chill of the winter air clinging to you as you shrugged off your coat. Your cheeks had been flushed red from the cold, your smile sheepish as you muttered something about how much you hated New York winters.
He remembered how youâd lit up the room without even trying. Your laughter, your warmth, the way you managed to draw people in without a second thought. Youâd been the brightest part of the party back then, and now your absence was like a gaping void, one he couldnât ignore no matter how hard he tried.
Heâd told himself he wouldnât think about you tonight. That heâd keep his distance, let you enjoy the evening without the weight of his presence lingering in the background. But that had been a lie from the start. Every corner of the compound reminded him of you, of the way youâd made him feel less like the broken man he believed himself to be.
From his spot near the doorway, Buckyâs sharp gaze caught a flash of red on the balcony. Natasha. She was standing outside, her crimson hair catching the soft glow of the string lights wrapped around the railing.
And then he saw you.
His heart clenched painfully in his chest as you came into view, standing beside Nat. He hadnât even realized youâd arrived. You were bundled in a soft sweater, the colour rich and vibrant against your skin, your hair catching the faint glow of the lights. From a distance, you looked as radiant as ever, but as he watched you, he noticed something different.
There was a sadness in your posture that hadnât been there before. The way your shoulders slumped slightly, the faint shadow in your eyes, even as you laughed softly at something Natasha said. It was as if you were carrying a weight you didnât know how to set down, and it made Buckyâs chest tighten all over again.
He shouldâve turned away, shouldâve given you the space you deserved. But curiosity got the better of him, and he found himself inching closer to the balcony, staying just out of sight as your voices drifted toward him.
âI donât know, Nat,â you said, your voice soft but tinged with a melancholy that struck Bucky like a blow. âThe city just feels too heavy this time of year. Everywhere I go, itâs like Iâm walking through ghosts.â
Natashaâs reply was quieter, harder for him to catch. She placed a gentle hand on your arm, her expression unreadable as she listened.
âMaybe I need to get away,â you admitted after a pause, your voice barely above a whisper. âJust for a little while. A beach somewhere, maybe. I donât know. Itâs easier to forget when Iâm not here.â
Buckyâs grip on his glass tightened, the faint sound of creaking metal snapping him out of his trance. You were leaving?
The idea of you slipping further out of his life sent a wave of panic crashing over him. Heâd spent months convincing himself that letting you go was the right thing to do. That you deserved someone better, someone less damaged, someone whole. But now, hearing those words, he couldnât help but wonder-had he made a mistake?
The thought hit him harder than he expected, knocking the air from his lungs. He turned away before you could spot him, retreating back into the warmth of the party. But even as he moved, the tightness in his chest didnât fade.
Bucky leaned against the nearest wall, his head dropping as he fought to steady his breathing. The echo of your words replayed in his mind, louder and louder with each passing second.
Heâd let you go, convinced it was the right thing. But what if it wasnât? What if letting you go had been the biggest mistake of his life?
The noise of the party faded into the background, the laughter and music a distant hum as he stared blankly ahead. For the first time in a long time, he felt the stirrings of something he hadnât allowed himself to feel in years: hope.
If you were still here, still lingering on the edges of his world, maybe it wasnât too late. Maybe he could fix this. Maybe he could find the courage to reach out.
But as he stood there, chest tight with regret and longing, one thought kept echoing in his mind, louder than the rest.
He didnât want you to go.
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That night, Bucky lay awake in his dimly lit apartment, the weight of your words pressing heavily on his chest. The room was silent save for the faint hum of the heater in the corner, its effort to fight off the biting chill doing little to ease the ache within him. The phone on his bedside table seemed to mock him, its dark screen reflecting his indecision.
He had your number. He could call you. The thought sent a jolt of nervous energy through him, his heart pounding against his ribcage. He imagined your voice on the other end, soft and familiar, the sound of it enough to pull him back from the edge of the spiral heâd been in for months.
But what if you didnât want to hear from him? What if heâd already done too much damage, created a chasm between you that couldnât be bridged? The fear of rejection kept his hand frozen, hovering over the phone but unable to bring himself to pick it up.
Bucky ran a hand through his hair, his metal fingers brushing against his temple as he let out a shaky breath. The clock on the wall ticked steadily, each second passing with the same relentless rhythm as his thoughts. He replayed your voice in his head-the sadness that lingered in your words, the wistful tone that had nearly undone him when you spoke of leaving.
What if this was his last chance?
When the clock struck midnight, something in him snapped. His hand shot out, grabbing the phone before he could second-guess himself again. The screen lit up as he dialled your number, his heart hammering with every ring.
One ring. Two.
He almost ended the call, the weight of his doubt clawing at him. But then-
âHello?â
Your voice was soft, hesitant, and so achingly familiar that it felt like a lifeline. The knot in his chest loosened slightly, though the words he wanted to say lodged themselves in his throat.
âItâs me,â he managed, his voice rough and unsteady. âBucky.â
A pause stretched between you, the silence both heavy and fragile. âBucky⌠hey, Is everything okay?â
He closed his eyes, the sound of your voice stirring something deep within him. âYeah,â he said, exhaling a breath he hadnât realized he was holding. âIâm fine. I just⌠I overheard you at the party. About leaving.â
âOh.â Your voice was quieter now, and he imagined the way your brow might furrow as you processed his words. âI didnât realize you were there.â
âI was,â he admitted, his fingers gripping the edge of the blanket as if grounding himself. âI didnât mean to eavesdrop, but⌠I heard enough.â
There was another pause, longer this time, and he could almost hear the gears turning in your mind.
âWhy does it matter to you?â you asked softly, your tone cautious, as though bracing for his response.
Bucky swallowed hard, his throat dry as he tried to find the right words. âBecause I donât want you to go Doll,â he said, the vulnerability in his voice surprising even to him.
His admission hung in the air like a fragile thread, and he waited, his pulse thundering in his ears.
âWhy not?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
He hesitated, the fear of baring himself completely nearly stopping him. But the memory of your laughter, the light youâd brought into his life, pushed him forward.
âBecause I miss you Dol,â he said, the words tumbling out in a rush. âI know I shouldnât. I know I messed things up, but I miss you. And I thought⌠maybe⌠maybe you miss me too.â
Your breath hitched on the other end of the line, the sound so soft he almost missed it. The silence extended, and he wondered if you were even still there.
âDoll?â
âI do,â you whispered after a moment, the words cracking slightly. âI miss you too.â
Relief flooded him, leaving him momentarily speechless. He pressed the phone tighter to his ear, needing the connection, even if it was only through a device. His metal hand running through his hair.
âI thought I was doing the right thing,â he said after a moment, his voice trembling. âLetting you go. I thought youâd be better off without me, that Iâd just mess things up more if I stayed.â
âBuckyâŚâ Your voice was thick with emotion, and he imagined the way your lips might tremble, the way youâd fight back tears even as your heart softened.
âBut I was wrong,â he continued, his voice firming with the weight of his conviction. âI was so wrong. Losing you-letting you walk away-was the worst mistake I could make. If thereâs chance I can fix that, Â fix us, I wanna do that it take to try.â
Silence stretched again, but this time it wasnât heavy. It was charged, filled with the echoes of words unsaid and the fragile hope blooming between you.
âI donât know what to say,â you finally admitted, your voice trembling.
âJust say youâll give me a chance Doll,â he said, his tone quiet but resolute. âOne more chance to make things right.â
Your breath hitched again, and he waited, hiSSs heart hanging on the edge of your response.
âOkay,â you said softly, the word like a balm to his frayed nerves. âOkay, Bucky.â
His lips curved into the faintest smile, the weight in his chest lifting for the first time in what felt like forever.
âThank you,â he murmured, the words carrying all the emotion he couldnât yet express.
âDonât thank me yet,â you replied, a hint of humour lacing your voice. âYouâve got a lot to make up for.â
âI know,â he said, his tone filled with quiet determination. âAnd I will. I promise sweetheart.â
As the call ended, Bucky set the phone down with a steadiness he hadnât felt in months. For the first time, hope flickered in the dark corners of his heart, and he clung to it with everything he had.
*~*~*~*
The next day, Bucky woke with a rare sense of determination. If there was even a sliver of hope to rebuild what heâd lost with you, he wasnât going to waste it. His mind replayed the sound of your voice from the night before-soft, hesitant, but filled with the same longing that had kept him awake for months. It was enough to spur him into action.
Inspired by your love for grand gestures, he decided to do something bold, something undeniably him, and undeniably you. His plan? Turn his small, unassuming house into a beacon of Christmas cheer, a declaration of hope, vulnerability, and just a little bit of chaos.
The execution, however, proved to be more challenging than heâd anticipated.
For hours, Bucky wrestled with tangled strings of lights that seemed to fight back at every turn. He balanced precariously on ladders, muttering curses under his breath as the icy wind nipped at his fingers. Halfway through, he managed to drop an entire box of ornaments, glitter exploding across the room like a small festive bomb.
By the time he finished, he was sweaty, exhausted, and sparkling faintly from head to toe. He stepped back to admire his handiwork, his breath puffing in the cold evening air as he surveyed the glowing masterpiece.
The house was dazzling- perhaps a bit too dazzling. Twinkling lights wrapped around every beam, eaves lined with a cascade of shimmering icicle bulbs, and the walkway lit by glowing candy canes. It was extravagant, chaotic, and just a little ridiculous. But it was perfect.
To Bucky, it felt like more than just a holiday display. It was a reflection of everything he wanted to tell you but hadnât found the words for yet. It was an invitation, a promise, and a plea all wrapped in one.
He pulled out his phone and dialled your number before he could second-guess himself.
âCome over,â he said simply when you picked up. âPlease Doll, I want to show you something.â
You hesitated, and his heart stuttered. But then you sighed softly. âOkay, Bucky. Iâll be there soon.â
*~*~*~*
When you arrived, the sight stole the breath from your lungs.
Buckyâs house glowed like something out of a holiday dream, every inch covered in twinkling lights that danced against the snowy backdrop of the night. The air was crisp, the stars overhead faint in comparison to the warmth emanating from the home before you.
For the first time in weeks, a genuine smile tugged at your lips.
Bucky stood on the porch, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket, his shoulders tense as he watched you. There was a nervous energy about him, as though he wasnât sure if this gesture would land the way he hoped.
âWell?â he asked, his voice softer than you remembered, almost shy. âIs it too much?â
You shook your head, blinking back the sting of tears that pricked at the corners of your eyes. âNo,â you said, your voice breaking slightly. âItâs perfect.â
Relief washed over his features, and he stepped closer, his boots crunching lightly against the snow-dusted porch. His gaze never left yours, the intensity of his steel-blue eyes grounding you as he bridged the gap between you.
âThat look on your face right now,â he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. âThatâs all I want.â
Your breath hitched at the sincerity in his tone, the way his vulnerability wrapped around you like a second layer of warmth.
âBucky,â you started, but he shook his head slightly, his lips curving into a soft, almost bittersweet smile.
âIâve missed you,â he said, his words as much a confession as a plea. âIâve missed this. Missed Us.â
Your heart clenched at the raw emotion in his voice. There was no hesitation, no bravado- just him, standing before you, laying his heart bare in a way that stole your words.
You took a tentative step closer, your hand reaching up to touch his cheek. The faint scruff of his beard scratched against your palm, grounding you in the moment. âIâve missed you too,â you admitted softly.
Bucky leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment before he opened them again, locking onto yours. âI donât want to waste any more time,â he said, his voice rough with emotion. âI want to make this right. Tell me I can do that?â
Tears spilled over, but this time they were warm, cathartic. âYeah Buck, y-you can,â you whispered, the words thick with emotion.
âI canât lose you,â he said simply. âNot again.â
His words broke the wall inside you, and before you could stop yourself, you leaned forward, your lips capturing his. The kiss was slow, tentative at first, but it quickly deepened, months of longing pouring into every movement. His hands cradled your face as if you were something fragile, something precious.
When you finally pulled away, you rested your forehead against his, your breath mingling in the space between you. Buckyâs hands lingered on your face, his thumbs brushing gently across your cheeks as if grounding himself in the reality of the moment. His chest rose and fell with unsteady breaths, the raw emotion in his eyes enough to steal the air from your lungs.
Without a word, he wrapped his arms around you, one hand sliding beneath your legs as he effortlessly lifted you off the ground. A soft gasp escaped your lips, and you instinctively looped your arms around his neck, your fingers tangling in the long strands of his hair.
âLet me take care of you, Doll,â he murmured, his voice rough but filled with tenderness.
He carried you up the porch steps, his footsteps slow and deliberate as if savouring the feeling of holding you close again. When he opened the door, the warm glow of the Christmas lights inside welcomed you, casting soft patterns on the walls. The room smelled faintly of pine and cinnamon, a cozy haven from the chill outside.
Bucky walked straight to the couch, sitting down with you still cradled in his arms. He shifted, his hands adjusting to hold you firmly as you straddled his lap. The proximity made your heart race, the heat of his body radiating through his jacket as your foreheads pressed together again.
âIâve dreamed about this,â he whispered, his breath warm against your lips. âAbout you. About us. Tell me this isnât a dream Doll.â
âItâs not,â you promised softly, your hands cupping his face. âIâm here, Buck. Iâm yours.â
Something in him snapped at your words. His lips found yours again, more insistent this time, a hunger building between you that had been simmering for far too long. His hands slid down to your hips, gripping them firmly as he guided you closer, your bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle.
âGod, Doll,â he groaned against your lips, his voice vibrating through you. âYou have no idea what you do to me.â
His mouth moved from yours, trailing heated kisses along your jaw and down to your neck. He nipped lightly at the sensitive skin there, soothing it with his tongue before whispering, âMissed the way you taste, the way you feel.â
A soft whimper escaped you as his hands slid beneath your sweater, his rough fingers skimming over your bare skin. He groaned when he felt you shiver beneath his touch, his lips finding their way back to yours as he tugged the fabric over your head.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he murmured, his eyes roaming over you with a reverence that made your breath hitch. âHowâd I ever let you go?â
âBucky,â you whispered, your voice trembling as you reached for the buttons of his jacket. He helped you shrug it off, the layers falling away until it was just the two of you, skin against skin, no barriers left to hide behind.
He shifted beneath you, his hands gripping your thighs as he stood, carrying you effortlessly toward the bedroom. âNeed you,â he said, his voice raw. âNeed to feel you, Doll. Need to remind you how much you mean to me.â
You barely registered the soft thud of the bedroom door closing before he laid you gently on the bed, his weight settling over you like a protective shield. His lips found yours again, his kiss deep and unrelenting as his hands explored every inch of you.
âBucky,â you gasped when his lips trailed lower, leaving a path of fire down your chest and stomach. âPlease.â
âPatience, Doll,â he murmured, his voice a mix of teasing and worship. âIâm gonna take my time with you. Show you how much Iâve missed you.â
His hands moved with a deliberate slowness, peeling your jeans down your legs inch by inch. His lips followed the curve of your hips, his breath warm against your skin as he left a trail of kisses down your thighs. Each touch sent a ripple of anticipation coursing through you, your body trembling beneath his attentions.
When you were bare before him, he paused, his eyes raking over you with an intensity that made your breath catch. The room seemed to hum with the weight of his gaze, the hunger and reverence in his expression sending a flush across your cheeks.
âSo perfect,â he murmured, his voice low and husky. His hand slid up your legs, his calloused fingers trailing fire along your skin as they gripped your hips possessively. âAll mine.â
âYes,â you breathed, your voice a whispered plea as your fingers gripped the sheets beneath you. âAll yours, Buck.â
A low growl rumbled in his throat at your words, and he leaned down, his mouth finding yours in a kiss that was both tender and demanding. His tongue slid against yours, tasting you, claiming you, while his hands continued their exploration, mapping every inch of you as if committing you to memory.
When his lips left yours, they trailed down your jaw, your neck, and then lower. He took his time, his mouth lavishing attention on every sensitive spot, drawing soft gasps and moans from your lips. His teeth grazed the curve of your breast before his tongue soothed the ache, his name tumbling from your mouth like a prayer as his hand found the heat between your thighs.
âYouâre so wet for me, Doll,â he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. His fingers teased your folds, spreading your slick arousal before circling your clit with slow, torturous precision. âBeen dreaming about this. About you.â
Your hips arched into his touch, your body begging for more as his fingers worked you expertly. The coil of pleasure in your belly tightened with each movement, and just when you thought you couldnât take any more, his fingers slid inside you, curling to hit the spot that made your vision blur.
âBucky,â you whimpered, your hands tangling in his hair as he kissed his way back up your body.
âLet go for me, baby girl,â he murmured against your skin.
You did as beautiful as he remembered. The release crashed over you like a tidal wave, your back arching off the bed as his name spilled from your lips in a breathless cry. Bucky watched you the entire time, his gaze dark and possessive as he guided you through the waves of pleasure.
But he wasnât done.
As you came down, your body still trembling, he shed the last of his clothes, the sight of him stealing what little breath you had left. His muscles rippled as he moved over you, the heat of his body pressing into yours as he lined himself up at your entrance.
âLook at me, Doll,â he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. His vibranium hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing gently over your skin. âI need to see you. Need to know youâre here.â
Your eyes met his, and the intensity in his gaze made your heart ache. Slowly, he pushed into you, the stretch a perfect mix of pleasure and pain as he filled you completely. He groaned deeply, his head falling to your shoulder as he stilled for a moment, letting you adjust to the feel of him.
âFeel so fucking good,â he breathed, his voice raw and strained. â-made for me Doll.â
He began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, as though savouring every second. His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he drove into you, the friction sparking fire in your veins.
âBucky,â you moaned, your nails digging into his shoulders as he picked up the pace, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. The sound of your bodies moving together filled the room, every gasp, groan, and whispered plea driving Bucky on.
âThatâs it,â he growled, his lips brushing against your ear. âTake me, Doll. Let me feel you.â
Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer as he thrust into you with a desperation that matched your own. The tension between you built higher and higher, the edge drawing closer with every movement.
âOh god.â It was impossible not to get lost in him.
âYou going to come again for me, babygirl?â he rasped, his hand sliding between your bodies to find your clit. His thumb pressed down in time with his thrusts, and the combination sent you spiralling closer the edge, squeezing him. âGoing to show me you missed me too?â
âY-yeah Buck going, to.. god.. fuck.â You nodded frantically, your brows pinching together as it all started to build, a whimper leaving you and he hit that spongey spot inside.
Your release hit you hard, your walls clenching around him as your cries filled the room. Bucky followed seconds later, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep inside you, his release spilling into you as he groaned your name.
For a moment, the world stood still, the only sound the heavy breathing of the two of you tangled together. Bucky collapsed onto his forearms, his weight resting carefully on you as he pressed a kiss to your temple.
âLove you,â he whispered, the words slipping out in the haze of the moment.
Your heart swelled, and you wrapped your arms around him, holding him close. âI love you too, Bucky,â you said softly, the truth of it settling over both of you like a balm.
He shifted, rolling onto his side and pulling you with him so that you were tucked against his chest. The soft glow of the Christmas lights bathed the room in a warm hue, wrapping you both in their gentle light.
âNever letting you go again, Doll,â he murmured, his voice resolute as he pressed another kiss to your hair.
And as you lay there, wrapped in his arms, you believed him. For the first time in a long time, everything felt right.
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drunk on you
pairing: jj maybank x reader
summary: After a wild night of partying, JJ takes care of his drunk girlfriend, enduring her chaotic antics and relentless demands for kisses while the Pogues tease him endlessly.
The music thumped loudly in the background as JJ Maybank maneuvered his way through the crowded beach party, your drunken laughter echoing in his ears. You were practically draped over his shoulder like a giggling mess, your hand clutching the strap of his shirt while your other hand lazily waved at everyone passing by.
âJJ! Iâm having so much fun!â you slurred, your face lighting up as you spotted him glancing down at you. âBut I needâwait for itâanother kiss!â
JJ chuckled, shaking his head. âYou donât need another kiss, princess. You need water. And maybe a nap.â
You pouted dramatically, squirming in his grasp. âNooo. JJ, youâre being so mean. Just one!â
He stopped for a second, setting you down on your feet so you could look at him with wide, pleading eyes. âWhat did I just say? Water first, then maybe kisses,â he teased, a crooked grin on his face.
You leaned closer, practically pressing your forehead against his chest as you whined, âBut youâre my boyfriend! Itâs your job to kiss me whenever I ask.â
âYouâre impossible,â JJ said with a sigh, but the fondness in his voice gave him away.
From a few feet away, Sarah, John B, Pope, and Kiara watched the scene unfold, laughing amongst themselves.
âSheâs relentless,â Pope said, shaking his head in disbelief. âJJ looks like heâs babysitting.â
âHey, at least sheâs not crying,â Sarah chimed in, smirking. âThatâs progress.â
âSheâs definitely about to though,â Kiara added, watching as you flung yourself dramatically against JJâs chest, shouting something about him being âthe worst boyfriend everâ for withholding kisses.
âAlright, thatâs it,â JJ declared, bending down and effortlessly scooping you into his arms bridal-style, just like in the picture. âIâm cutting you off. Youâre done.â
You gasped, throwing your head back in faux outrage as your legs dangled over his arms. âYouâre kidnapping me! Someone stop him!â
âNo oneâs stopping me, sweetheart,â JJ said with a laugh. âYouâre out of control.â
The group burst into laughter, John B pulling out his phone to record the whole scene.
âJJ, this is gold,â John B said between laughs. âI canât wait to show her this tomorrow.â
âDonât you dare!â you shouted, suddenly animated, though your words were slurred. âJohn B Routledge, I swear, if youâJJ, make him stop!â
JJ rolled his eyes, adjusting his grip on you. âYou think I can do everything, huh? Iâm already carrying your drunk ass.â
âBecause you love me,â you replied with a smug grin, poking his cheek.
âYeah, yeah,â JJ muttered, though his smile betrayed him.
When you finally made it back to the house, JJ gently set you down on the couch. You flopped over dramatically, your arm draped over your face.
âYouâre going to hate yourself in the morning,â he said, handing you a bottle of water.
âIâm going to hate you in the morning,â you quipped, though your smile said otherwise.
JJ rolled his eyes, plopping down beside you. âFine. One kiss. Just one.â
You immediately perked up, your face lighting up as you crawled onto his lap and kissed him. It was a bit clumsy and overly enthusiastic, but JJ couldnât help but laugh into it, pulling you closer.
âOkay, okay, thatâs enough,â he said, pulling back before you could start again. âWeâre in front of the Pogues, for crying out loud.â
Sure enough, Sarah, Kiara, and the rest of the group were standing in the doorway, watching with grins and smug expressions.
âAw, JJ,â Sarah teased. âYouâre such a softie.â
âShut it, Sarah,â JJ shot back, his cheeks red.
âI think itâs cute,â Kiara said, nudging Pope.
Pope smirked. âYou mean hilarious.â
You, however, were too busy giggling in JJâs arms to care. And despite the teasing and chaos around him, JJ couldnât help but smile. Because at the end of the day, you were his chaosâand he wouldnât have it any other way.
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You groaned as sunlight streamed through the window, making you squint against the bright rays. Your head pounded, and your mouth felt like it had been stuffed with cotton.
âWhat the hellâŚâ you muttered, shielding your eyes as you slowly sat up.
From the doorway, JJ leaned casually against the frame, arms crossed and a smug grin plastered on his face.
âGood morning, sunshine,â he said, his tone entirely too cheerful.
You glared at him. âWhy are you so loud?â
âNot my fault you had a little too much fun last night,â he teased, walking over and plopping down on the bed beside you.
You groaned, dropping back against the pillows. âDonât remind me.â
âOh, Iâm definitely reminding you. Do you want to hear about how you demanded âone more kissâ like, a hundred times? Or how you tried to fight John B because he wouldnât stop filming you?â
Your eyes shot open, and you turned to him with horror. âI did not.â
âOh, you did,â JJ said with a laugh. âAnd you called me, and I quote, âthe worst boyfriend everâ because I wouldnât kiss you in the middle of the party.â
You covered your face with your hands, groaning. âIâm never drinking again.â
JJ leaned down, brushing his lips against your temple. âDonât worry. I think it was adorable. Drunk you is my favorite.â
You peeked at him through your fingers. âYouâre never going to let me live this down, are you?â
âNot a chance,â he said with a grin. âBut donât worry, princess. Iâm here to take care of you.â
Despite your embarrassment, you couldnât help but smile at him. Because at the end of the day, JJ always had your backâwhether you were sober or not.
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âËâšË đ you still would've been mine
pairing: james potter x f!reader
⼠In which, you and james get closer to each other as the days go on, remus, your ex, soon realizes and feels jealous even though he knows he has no right to.Â
warnings: james is end game, drama, jelly remus, fluff, angst, lowkey a cliffhanger..
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The following weeks felt like a dream you didnât quite dare to trust. You and James had grown closerâso much closer. His presence became a constant in your life, his easy laughter and steady warmth like a balm for your soul. He didnât push, didnât demand anything of you, but the way he looked at you sometimes, like you were the only person in the room, made your heart flutter in ways you hadnât felt in what seemed like forever.
It was during one such moment in the library, late at night, that you caught him staring at you again. You were seated across from him, your textbooks spread out between you as you triedâand failedâto focus on your Potions assignment. James was supposed to be working on his Transfiguration essay, but his quill rested idly in his hand, his gaze firmly on you.
âWhat?â you asked, raising an eyebrow at him, though a small smile tugged at your lips.
James grinned, leaning back in his chair. âNothing. Just... you look different lately.â
You blinked, caught off guard. âDifferent how?â
He shrugged, his grin softening into something more genuine. âHappier. Like the weight of the worldâs not sitting on your shoulders anymore.â
Your heart tightened at his words, but not in a bad way. It was strange to think that he could see through you so clearly. âI guess I am,â you admitted quietly, your fingers fiddling with the edge of your parchment. âThanks to you, mostly.â
Jamesâs expression flickered with something unreadable, and for a moment, you thought he might say something. But instead, he gave you one of his trademark grins and reached for his quill. âWell, Iâm glad to be of service. Now, focus on that essay before McGonagall roasts you alive.âÂ
You laughed, the sound light and easy, and for once, you let yourself enjoy the moment without overthinking it.
Ęâ˘ĚŤÍĄâ˘Ęâ˘ĚŤÍĄâ˘Ęâ˘ĚŤÍĄâ˘Ęâ˘ĚŤÍĄâ˘Ęâ˘ĚŤÍĄâ˘Ęâ˘ĚŤÍĄâ˘Ęâ˘ĚŤÍĄâ˘Ęâ˘ĚŤÍĄâ˘Ęâ˘ĚŤÍĄâ˘Ęâ˘ĚŤÍĄâ˘Ęâ˘ĚŤÍĄâ˘Ęâ˘ĚŤÍĄâ˘Ę;.
But not everyone seemed as happy about your newfound closeness with James.
It started with the glancesâsubtle, fleeting, but noticeable all the same. Every time you and James walked into the Great Hall together or laughed a little too loudly in the common room, you could feel a pair of familiar amber eyes watching. Remus had always been quiet, his emotions carefully controlled, but lately, there was a tension in the way he held himself whenever you were near. It was as though he was constantly on the verge of saying something but never quite managing to.
The tipping point came one evening in the common room. You and James had just finished a heated game of Wizardâs Chess, and James was laughing at your feigned indignation over your loss. His hand brushed yours as he reached for one of the chess pieces, and though it was an innocent gesture, the spark it sent through you was anything but.
âYouâre insufferable,â you said, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably as you bit back a smile.
James leaned back in his chair, his grin as cocky as ever. âWhat can I say? Iâm a man of many talents.â
Before you could retort, a voice cut through the cheerful atmosphere.
âYouâre awfully confident these days, Potter.â
Both you and James turned to see Remus standing near the fireplace, his arms crossed and his expression unreadable. His gaze flicked between the two of you, lingering on your still-close hands before settling on James with something that almost looked like a challenge.
James raised an eyebrow, his easy demeanor shifting slightly. âJust enjoying a game of chess, mate. Didnât realize that was a crime.â
Remusâs lips pressed into a thin line. âOf course not. But maybe you should consider how things look to others.â
The air grew tense, and you felt your stomach twist uncomfortably. âRemus,â you began softly, but he didnât let you finish.
âItâs just⌠surprising, thatâs all,â he said, his tone carefully neutral but his eyes betraying a hint of something darker. âHow quickly some people move on.â
The words hit you like a slap, and for a moment, you couldnât breathe. James, however, was on his feet in an instant, his usual playfulness replaced by a steely resolve.
âThatâs enough, Remus,â he said, his voice low but firm. âYou donât get to make her feel guilty for trying to be happy.â
Remusâs jaw tightened, and for a moment, it looked like he might argue. But then his shoulders slumped, and he turned away without another word, disappearing up the staircase to the boysâ dormitory.
James let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair before turning back to you. âAre you okay?â
You nodded slowly, though your chest felt heavy. âYeah. I just... I didnât think heâd react like that.â
James hesitated before sitting down beside you again, his hand hovering near yours but not quite touching. âHeâs probably just... dealing with his own stuff. Doesnât excuse what he said, though.â
You nodded, appreciating his attempt to be understanding even as your emotions churned inside you. The confrontation with Remus had stirred up feelings you thought youâd buried, but as Jamesâs steady presence grounded you once again, you realized something important: the past might still linger, but it didnât have to define your future.
âThanks, James,â you said quietly, offering him a small smile. âFor sticking up for me.â
He returned your smile, his eyes soft. âAlways, Y/N. Always.â
And though the tension in the room hadnât completely faded, you felt a warmth settle in your chest that hadnât been there before. It wasnât loveânot yetâbut it was something. Something real and unshakable, and for the first time in a long while, you let yourself hope that it might be enough.
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The weeks following Jamesâ quiet but constant presence had been transformative. While you were still piecing together the fragments of your heart, James had become your steady companion, grounding you in ways you hadnât expected. His easy laughter and unwavering loyalty were a balm to the wounds youâd once thought irreparable. And though you hadnât acknowledged it out loud, something deeper was growing between you.
On a crisp autumn evening, James found you in the library, hunched over a pile of books. He grinned as he approached, a strand of his messy hair falling over his forehead.
âYou know, if you keep frowning at those pages, they might just frown back,â he teased, sliding into the seat across from you.
You couldnât help but smile, closing the book in front of you with a sigh. âStudying for Potions is basically begging for a headache. Slughornâs quizzes are impossible.â
James leaned forward, propping his chin on his hand. âLucky for you, Iâm a master at Potions.â
âYouâre a master at barely scraping by,â you shot back, smirking.
âDetails, details,â he said with a wave of his hand. âCome on, letâs take a break. I know a place where we can actually breathe.â
Curious but wary, you allowed him to lead you out of the library and through the winding corridors of the castle. Eventually, you found yourselves at the Astronomy Tower. The view of the grounds stretched out beneath you, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun.
âWow,â you whispered, stepping closer to the edge. âI donât come up here enough.â
James stood beside you, his hands in his pockets as he gazed out over the horizon. âItâs one of my favorite spots,â he admitted. âQuiet. Peaceful. And the stars at night? Incredible.â
You glanced at him, your heart fluttering at the way the light caught his features. âThanks for bringing me here,â you said softly.
James shrugged, his usual playful demeanor replaced by something more serious. âYou looked like you needed it.â
The two of you stood in companionable silence for a while, the breeze tugging at your hair. But the quiet wasnât uncomfortableâit was easy, natural. And as the sun dipped lower, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, you found yourself glancing at James again, your chest tightening with unspoken feelings.
âJames,â you began, your voice hesitant. âCan I ask you something?â
He turned to you, his warm brown eyes meeting yours. âAnything.â
You hesitated, searching for the right words. âWhy have you⌠why have you stuck around? With me, I mean. After everything with Remus.â
Jamesâ expression softened, and he stepped closer, his hands still tucked in his pockets. âBecause I care about you,â he said simply. âAnd because I want to be here. With you.â
Your breath caught, his words settling over you like a warm blanket. âYou⌠youâve been so good to me, James. I donât know if I deserve it.â
He frowned, shaking his head. âDonât say that. You deserve someone who sees you for who you areâall of you. And I⌠I think Iâve been falling for you for a while now.â
His confession hung in the air, a fragile, beautiful truth that made your heart race. You stared at him, your emotions a whirlwind of surprise, relief, and something you hadnât dared to name until now.
âJames,â you whispered, your voice trembling. âI⌠I think I feel the same way.â
A slow, radiant smile spread across his face, and he reached out to take your hand in his. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine, and for the first time in months, you felt completely and utterly safe.
âWell,â he said softly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. âThatâs good to hear.â
The two of you stood there, hand in hand, as the sun disappeared below the horizon and the stars began to emerge. There were no grand declarations, no dramatic gesturesâjust the quiet, profound realization that something new and beautiful was beginning.
As the soft glow of the moonlight bathed the tower, James stepped closer, his gaze flicking briefly to your lips before returning to your eyes. âCan Iâ?â he began, his voice barely above a whisper.
You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. âPlease.â
And then his lips were on yours, warm and gentle, as though he was afraid to break the moment. Your hands found their way to his shoulders, steadying yourself as the world seemed to tilt. The kiss was everything you hadnât known you neededâsoft, tender, and filled with unspoken promises. When you finally pulled back, your foreheads pressed together, both of you breathing heavily.
James smiled, his hand coming up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. âIâve wanted to do that for a while,â he admitted, his voice tinged with a mix of nervousness and joy.
You laughed softly, your cheeks warm. âIâm glad you did.â
The stars above seemed to shine a little brighter as the two of you stood there, wrapped in each otherâs warmth, ready to face whatever came nextâtogether.
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