#today has been shitty so let's all just be sad okay

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you'd dance with me? — sam winchester

for : 200+ followers event [ closed ] ➖⟢ pairing : sam winchester x gn!reader ➖⟢ genre : fluff, light angst ➖⟢ cw : reader gets sort of stood up, alcohol, reader is tipsy, swearing, (not) unrequited love, barely edited ➖⟢ wc : 1.4K prompt : telling them they deserve better (and silently wanting to be the one who gives it to them)

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the man from the bar, james, isn’t your exact type. no one is except for sam, because you’re irrevocably in love with him. but since you can’t have him, and you’re dying to have a fun night without every second being consumed by thoughts of him, how much you love him, and how much you’re sure he doesn’t love you back, you turn to flirting with the nearest handsome single man.

and that means james. james has been nice enough and asked you to call him jamie, because “that’s what his friends call him.” dean gave you an impressed look as you walked past with “jamie” on your arm, and you winked at him, feeling playful and hopeful for a fun night after a tiring hunt. dean grinned back and sam barely gave any indication he noticed you before you settled at the bar and launched into a decently boring conversation with james about his corporate job and the fake life that you spin up for him.

that was over half an hour ago and it’s been at least twenty minutes since james excused himself to the bathroom with the promise that he’d be right back. you know he’s not coming back, but you stay rooted to your seat anyway.

it takes a few more minutes before sam appears, taking the previous man’s spot by your side.

“he left, didn’t he?” you ask, forlorn and not even bothering to look at sam as he settles next to you. sam cringes and nods. you sigh, not having to turn your head to see the movement through the corner of your eye as he confirms your suspicions. sam wonders if he should tell you that the asshole left with someone else. you deserve to know, but he’s hyperaware that it’ll only add to the sting. 

he takes in the look on your face and the empty shot glass that you fiddle with, and he immediately knows that you’re much more upset by this than you normally would be. of course, the situation is completely shitty, for anyone, but on any other day, you’d probably brush it off by looking for someone better or heading back to sit with him and dean for some fun with them (if dean’s still around by then). today, you’re alone and at least an extra shot or two in since the guy left, likely making you more tipsy than you intended to get tonight. more than that, the frown on your lips is easy to see and read, far different from the smile you normally give him when you’re pretending not to care. tonight you don't attempt hide it.

“you okay?” he finally asks. you sigh again and surprise him a bit by dropping your head on his shoulder. this kind of touch between the two of you isn’t abnormal, but these days it feels like you’re avoiding it a little, which sort of kills him. it takes you a moment to answer, but when you do, sam’s heart clenches.

“i just wanted to dance with someone tonight.” your voice is sad and candid from the removal of your filter by the alcohol in your system. for a moment, sam is blindingly angry with the asshole that stood you up, and he has to hold back a vehement curse before recentering his focus on you and the sad pull between your eyebrows. he just clenches his jaw and lets you say what you need to before he lets any of the million things he wants to tell you fall from his lips. “he said he’d dance with me when he got back… then he didn’t come back. d’you think it’s stupid i wanted to dance? think that’s why he left?” 

now sam’s heart is plain-old breaking for you. he wants to ring the neck of the stupid man that made you question yourself like this, made your voice sound so dejected. then he wants to sweep you up in his arms and hold you close and kiss your forehead and tell you that it’s the sweetest, most endearing thing in the world that you want to dance. tell you that he’ll dance with you every night despite the fact that he can’t do much more than hold you and sway with you. tell you that he’s completely and enduringly in love with you. he discovered that recently, though he figures it’s been true for a long while now.

he has to settle for something a little more tame because you’re upset over another guy, because you're a little tipsy, and because he can’t lose your friendships if those words don’t come across well.

sam puts his arm around your shoulders and you sink further into him. “if that’s why he left, he’s an idiot. anyone in their right mind would trip over their own feet to dance with you. no one in their right mind would leave you– someone like you, sitting here alone,” he says your name so soft and loving that he thinks he’s given himself away until he remembers you’re not picking up on everything right now, “he didn’t deserve you. you deserve a whole lot better than that ass.” i’d be so good to you, he thinks.

“yeah,” you agree, still sounding a little despondent.

“if you– if you still wanna dance, you’ve got a willing partner,” sam forges ahead, anything to make you smile.

“mm, where? james probably left with someone else, for all i know.” he doesn’t like that man’s name on your lips, and maybe you’re a little more drunk than he thought, because you’re not getting the hint as quickly as you normally would. if you were sober and trying not to act upset, you’d say that all with a playful tone to your voice to tease him for offering. right now, you just sound sort of unbelieving.

“you know,” sam responds, keeping his voice just as serious as yours instead of matching that tease like he normally would.

this time you let a bit of humor slip into your voice, but it’s still sort of pessimistic, “what? are you gonna drag dean away from whatever girl he’s found just to cheer up my sorry ass?” sam has to laugh a little at that thought, because it’s a silly image and almost funny how you refuse to see him as an option.

“your ass isn’t sorry,” sam smiles all soft when that pulls a half-hearted snort from you. his voice is still gentle as he finally says, “i’m right here, you know.”

when you tilt your head up to look at his face, and finally, finally, he gets your eyes on his, he almost melts to the floor. you’re looking at him, sweet and soft with your eyebrows pinched together like you’re not sure if he meant it. then there’s that little hint of hope and joy swimming around in the pretty pools of your eyes and it sets his heart afire, just like that. you’ve done just about nothing special, but to him you’ve done everything.

“you’d wanna dance with me?” you say it like you can’t believe it, like that’s exactly what you’d really been hoping for all night and it takes everything in sam’s power not to swoop down and kiss you right then and there. he’d wanna do a whole lot more than dance with you, but it’s a wonderful, glorious, honey-sweet way to start, he thinks.

“of course,” he grins at you, and that’s all it takes to pull a big smile over your features too. that’s just about everything sam could ever ask for, and it brings a flood of relief over him. he just can’t help himself when he asks, “that is, if you’d want to dance with me? i’m sure i’m not your ideal dancing partner for the night, but hopefully i’ll do.”

“of course i want to dance with you, sam,” you say, so blatantly honest that it makes his heart hurt, “and that’s not true.” you won’t explain what you mean by that, so sam stands with you and gladly lets you use him for balance. it’s not true that he’s not your ideal dancing partner? is that what you meant? he certainly hopes so, because that must mean, by default, he is your ideal dancing partner, and you wanted to dance with him tonight, not this awful james.

maybe you love him back a little, he hopes, as your wrap your arms around his middle and let him sway you back and forth, all gentle and smiling.

[milaeth]

୨୧┊ 𝐈. 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒. ( charles leclerc )

ꖛ ─ you’re reading part one ∿ part two ∿ part three ( coming soon )

✧.* pairings ─ charles leclerc x fem! singer! reader

✧.* genre ─ social media au ⨾ fluff & chaotic

✧.* summary ─ in which your best friend George gets fed up with watching you and Charles secretly yearn for each other while claiming to be just friends. so, when you lose a bet to George, he takes control of your social media accounts for 24 hours, using the opportunity to help you make a move on your crush.

✧.* face claim ─ suki waterhouse

✧.* warnings ─ none, this is just really chaotic lol

✧.* mily’s thoughts ─ this is my first time writing a social media au so pls give me feedback! also, this is not proofread! btw feel free to leave requests <33

˗ˏ ➶ IMESSAGE ➜ w/ princess george . ✧ ˚

princess george: You know what, y/n?

y/n: no

princess george: I have the feeling that i’m gonna get a podium today!

y/n: what made you think that💀 not to crush your dreams princess, but i heavily doubt that

princess george: Wow, you’re so supportive. Why should I not be able to get a podium??

y/n: keyword: shitty car

princess george: Oh, yeah, I forgot about that… But i don’t care, i will manifest it (that’s what you always do, isn’t it?)

y/n: yeah sure..

princess george: You don’t believe me? Fine! Let’s make a bet then.

y/n: it’s way too early for this shit

princess george: Blahblahblah🙄

y/n: 💀 george i’m busy

princess george: Busy writing sad love songs about Charles or what??

y/n: …

princess george: Exactly. Now let’s do this!

y/n: why are you so eager to make this bet

princess george: Oh I just want to rub in your face that I was right afterwards

y/n: lovely.. but fine, start talking ig

princess george: Finally!

princess george: I predict that i’m gonna finish P3. Your prediction?

y/n: p11❤️

princess george: And now realistically…

y/n: p6

princess george: Thanks.

y/n: and what are the drawbacks?

princess george: I don’t know, maybe the loser has to hand over their main social media accounts to the winner for 24 hours. The loser isn’t allowed to use their main accounts in that time, only their private ones.

y/n: absolutely not

princess george: Aww you’re a scaredy cat?

y/n: no i just don’t trust you with my social media accounts💀

princess george: Okay fair enough

princess george: But c’mon, it’s gonna be fun! Only for 24h

y/n: fine but the winner can’t post anything too bad

princess george: Sure, sure. So, deal?

y/n: deal! and good luck (i hope you dnf)

princess george: Lovely as always

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georgerussell63

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georgerussell63 P3!!!! We keep on moving🔥🔥

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user471 was a close call but congratulations!

user172 carlos deserved it more, you literally pushed him off

user93 he didn’t push carlos off but okay💀

user425 so happy for you!

user65 it should’ve been carlos

charles_leclerc congrats on p3 mate!!🔥

georgerussell63 Congratulations on P2! I nearly got you, watch your back next time😉

charles_leclerc let’s highlight the word “nearly”😉

user976 so happy to see you on the podium again🫶

yourusername still convinced you bewitched half of the grid to let you pass them

georgerussell63 Creative but no, I just had a great motivation😊😊

˗ˏ ➶ IMESSAGE ➜ w/ princess george . ✧ ˚

princess george: Well well well, look who lost our bet…

y/n: 😐

princess george: C’mon give me the password to all your main accounts so i can log in😁

y/n: what if i were suicidal.

princess george: Honestly sounds like a you problem.

y/n: fuck you.

princess george: Still waiting for the passwords😊

y/n: fine, but remember, only for 24 hours!

princess george: Yeah, yeah. Now give them to me.

y/n: … insta is “503_UedusEiotSrk03” & twitter is “eZiyjDbbvwKi_zu_14806”

princess george: Damn, those are some ugly passwords!

y/n: are you seriously judging my PASSWORDS rn💀💀

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scuderiaferrari

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scuderiaferrari That’s ice cold🧊🥶 #F1 #P2 #Charles16

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user47 dayuumm🤭

user21 no one could ever get me into one of those things😭

yourusername That’s a sight I could get used to🥵🔥

landonorris don’t ever say or write that again.

urusername_alt🔒 @yourusername you really make me want to kms

yourusername @urusername_alt🔒 Aw, appreciate it❤️😉

landonorris y/n have you officially lost it?? why are you talking to yourself💀

user275 did we all see that or am i crazy💀

user164 yep we all saw that💀💀

yourusername

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yourusername "eyes that confess, while lips whisper 'just friends.'" my new single “just friends” is out now!!🤍 (yes, another single about my crush😘)

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user937 THIS IS SO GOOD AND HEARTBREAKING WTF

lewishamilton already on repeat🔥

user25 i cried my eyes out to this.

landonorris this is a BANGER

user12 how is this so cute yet so sad💀

˗ˏ ➶ IMESSAGE ➜ w/ princess george . ✧ ˚

y/n: HPW COULD YOU

y/n: I GO TO BED AND THIS IS WHAT YOU DO??

princess george: i have no idea what you’re talking about.

y/n: OH PLEASE YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT YOU DID

princess george: Uhmmm nope.

y/n: YOU POSTED ONE OF MY DRAFTS

y/n: AND NOT JUST ANY DRAFT

y/n: NO, YOU POSTED THE ONE ABT MY SINGLE💀

y/n: IM GETTING EMAILS FROM MY PR TEAM BC I WAS SUPPOSED TO POST THAT ON TUESDAY

princess george: Oh, yeah, my finger slipped🫢🫢

y/n: your finger must’ve slipped multiple times then bc the caption is somehow a different one💀 not to forget the twitter thing

princess george: Oops?

princess george: Besides, I only added one sentence.

y/n: are you fucking serious

princess george: It was an accident.

y/n: ACCIDENT MY ASS YOU EMBARRASSED ME IN FRONT OF EVERYONE!!! AND TOLD PEOPLE ITS ABOUT CHARLES WTF

princess george: To be fair that was predictable when we set the rules to this bet. And I didn’t directly say the single is about charles.

y/n: you did directly say that💀

y/n: istg i’m gonna beat you up the next time i see you

princess george: Should I be worried..?

y/n: definitely.

y/n: you give me so many seasons to kill you. this is literally the 19th one

princess george: Make it 20…

y/n: george. what do you mean.

princess george: I might’ve given you another season. On accident!!

princess george: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cu-IkZstViy/?img_index=1

y/n: oh no

f1wags

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f1wags Love is in the air, and our radar has picked up some juicy rumors! It seems like the friendship between the singer Y/N L/N and Charles Leclerc is turning into something more than just a casual relationship. Get ready for the scoop as we take a closer look at the blossoming relationship between these two stars!

Y/N and Charles first crossed paths through their mutual friend George Russell, but it seems their connection has deepened over time. On late Sunday, Y/N dropped a bombshell by announcing her upcoming single to her social media followers, accompanied by a captivating caption. The last sentence read, "another single about my crush😘," which made fans curious and hopeful for more.

The plot thickened when Y/N responded to a tweet and saying that the song was indeed inspired by her "bae," none other than talented Formula 1 driver Charles Leclerc. The revelation left followers shaking with excitement, and it's clear that the connection between the two goes deeper than mere friendship.

But that's not all! Observant watchers have noticed the undeniable chemistry between Y/N and Charles, catching glimpses of their interactions when they thought no one was watching. Ah, the power of love! Charles might have forgotten that the public has eyes everywhere, but we certainly haven't missed a beat.

The burning question on everyone's mind is: what's behind their friendship? Is it just a playful crush or something much more intense? Could Y/N L/N be a new f1 wag? Time will tell, but for now we can't help but root for this potential power couple.

So stay tuned, gossip lovers, because there's more to come from Y/N L/N and Charles Leclerc. Whether it's a steamy romance or just a close friendship, we'll be here keeping our eyes peeled for any hint of what's going on behind the scenes. Love may be a game of mystery, but they've forgotten that we're experts at unraveling the truth. Keep your eyes open, folks!

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user79 y’all really don’t know how to mind your own business

user943 why are people making such a big deal out of this like they’re just friends and y/n was probably just drunk or smth when she said those things🙄🙄 ITS NOT THAT SERIOUS!!

user27 you guys really don’t have a life huh💀

user375 who tf is this blondie

user50 girl stfu that’s literally my wife

user697 AAAA i really hope this is real bc they’re so cute💖

˗ˏ ➶ IMESSAGE ➜ w/ princess george . ✧ ˚

y/n: 💀💀💀

princess george: I’m starting to feel bad now..

y/n: good, you should💀

y/n: i’m gonna apologize to charles now

princess george: Why, It’s not your fault.

y/n: you’re right, it’s yours. but you said all those things with my account so it looks like it’s my fault lol

princess george: I’m really sorry, I took it a little far!

y/n: a little is good💀 but dw it’s okay, i know you only meant it jokingly, i’ll tell everyone it was you and not me once the 24 hours are over

princess george: 👍 Good luck talking to Charles. And don’t forget to confess to him before I do it for you😉😉

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© milaeth | 2023

[twistersobsessed]

hi love! i love your writing so so much! especially your scott works. i’ve literally been obsessed with him since the movie came out

i was wondering if you could maybe write something like scott and reader are in an relationship and she’s super sensitive while he’s super mean.

one day he’s just in a bad mood (idk maybe he couldn’t get good enough data on a storm) and he’s kinda taking it out on her and it ends up really hurting her feelings so he has to make it up her

<333

Bad Moods & Sensitivity | Scott x Reader

A/N: Ahh thank you bestie! I’m so obsessed with Scott too 😭

Scott was in an absolutely foul mood. You had no idea why. When you came up to him at breakfast and wrapped your arms around him, he’d shrugged you off. It hurt your feelings but you decided to respect him and give him some space. Scott’s bad mood was affecting your mood though, it killed you that you couldn’t love on your boyfriend.

Storm Par was stopped at a gas station, and of course, Tyler Owens and his crew were stopped at the same one. Scott and Javi were talking by the truck, and since Scott wasn’t paying you any attention, you made your way towards the gas station’s convenience store.

“(Name)!” You turned to see who was calling you to find Tyler, standing by his truck with Boone, waving you over. You smiled and made your way to them. “Hey guys.” You’d always been friendly to Tyler and his people but you didn’t often get called over to talk to them. “What’s up?”

“You look sad,” Tyler frowned. “Everything okay with you and Clipboard?”

Clipboard. Tyler’s name for Scott. Your face fell.

“Aw, I take that as a no?” Boone chimed in.

You shook your head. “It’s nothing really, he’s just in a really bad mood today. Shrugged me off this morning and hasn’t talked to me since.”

Boone gave Scott a dirty look while Tyler hummed. “You’re too pretty to deal with that attitude,” Tyler said.

You shrugged. “He’s not usually like this.”

“Really?” Boone raised an eyebrow.

You understood why they didn’t like Scott, but you also weren’t going to stand there and listen to them talk badly about your boyfriend. “I’m uh, gonna go get a snack. See you guys out there!” You politely excused yourself. They bid you goodbye and you entered the store, oblivious to the angry set of eyes on you.

Inside, you bought yourself an energy drink, and you bought Scott a pack of his favorite gum, hoping to cheer him up a little bit. You paid and left, striding towards Scott and Javi. Javi smiled brightly at you, but Scott didn’t even look at you.

“Babe, I got you your gum,” you said softly, holding out the pack. Scott turned to you and you were taken aback by the anger in his eyes. “Go give it to the hillbillies,” he spat. Your face crumpled. “What?”

“Since you like flirting with the competition so much.” Scott’s voice dripped with venom.

“Scott…”

“Shut up, (Name), I’m having a shitty ass day already and then you go and get all friendly with Owens and his little sidekick, I don’t want to hear it.”

Tears begin to pour down your cheeks. You hadn’t even felt them well up. Scott’s face softened. Javi pulled you into a hug, glaring at Scott. “That was so unnecessary,” he told him as he held you. “I think you should walk away for a bit.”

Scott bit his tongue and did as Javi said. Javi soothed you until you calmed down. You threw the gum in the trash.

For the rest of the day, you clung to Javi’s side and avoided Scott. That night, you made sure Javi booked you your own motel room; you didn’t feel like sharing with Scott. You sat alone on the bed, knees tucked up against your chest. It was quiet and lonely without Scott but you’d be damned if you sought him out.

A knock shook you out of your stupor. You sniffed, and slid off the bed, creeping over to the door and looking through the peephole. “Go away, Scott,” you said irritably when you saw who it was. “Baby,” his voice was pleading. “Please. I’m so fucking sorry. Let me in.”

You sighed, but opened the door a crack to make eye contact with him.

Scott’s heart hurt when he saw how tired and sad you looked. He wanted nothing more than to throw open the door and take you into his arms, but he respected your space.

“What do you want?” Your voice was flat.

“Can I come in?”

You considered it for a moment before nodding slightly and opening the door all the way to allow Scott inside. You stepped away from Scott as he stepped towards you. He shut the door behind him, then to your surprise, dropped to his knees.

“My behavior today, and what I said… unacceptable. I am so, so sorry. It doesn’t matter that I was in a mood or that I was jealous, it’s not an excuse. It never should have happened. I’m sorry I brushed you off at breakfast, I’m sorry I ignored you all day, and I’m really fucking sorry for what I said at the gas station. You know I don’t like how Tyler looks at you.”

You swallowed, considering his apology. “I don’t know, Scott,” you sighed.

He suddenly looked fearful. “Do you want to break up?”

The question hung heavy in the air. If you had more respect for yourself, maybe you’d have left him for how he treated you today. But a deeper, more sensitive part of you, couldn’t bear to throw away an entire year together for one really bad day.

“No,” you finally responded, and Scott’s shoulders sagged in relief. “But… I don’t know. You really fucking hurt me, that was really fucking unfair.”

Scott reached out towards you and you reluctantly took his hands. He pulled you into him. Even kneeling, he was so tall that his head was level with your chest. He looked up at you with reverence in his bright blue eyes, his hands caressing your waist.

“I love you so much, (Name). I will never let a bad mood be an excuse to treat you like that ever again.”

He paused. “And I’ll eat you out as soon as you can stand to look at my face again.”

Scott gave phenomenal head.

You blushed. It made you giggle a little and Scott smiled hopefully. You looked at him for a minute before smiling back. “Okay.”

Scott’s face lit up. He stood from his knees and picked you up instead, your legs wrapping around his hips. Scott pressed his lips to yours gently but eagerly. “I promise I’ll make it up to you,” he murmured against your mouth.

“You better.”

[sushis-wild-imagination]

SVT How they calm you down when you’re crying (All members)

Seventeen Masterlist (more preferences/short fics) Im open to requests! Genre: Fluff fluff, tooth rotting fluff

→Choi Seungcheol

You had been feeling out of sorts for a month now, the doctors could tell you nothing of substance that could change the way you’re feeling other than the fact that it’ll pass, you’ve just got to pull through it.

But the thoughts in your head soon bottled up to anxiety and you couldn’t sit with it anymore. You freaked yourself out too much. You had an full body check up tomorrow, just for a check up to rule out something bigger. The possibility of them finding something fatal worried you to a point where tears streamed down your face without you realising.

You ended up going into the living room where your boyfriend was. Without showing your face or letting him find out you were crying, you climb into his lap. All attempts of sneaking went to vain, he immediately knew something was wrong.

“Are you okay?”

That’s all it took for you to shake and sob out of fear. He looked ready to fight someone. If only he could fight an MRI machine. You somehow tell him you were terrified of this scanning.

He did exactly what you wanted and held you close like a baby, occasionally kissing your head with reassuring words.

→Yoon Jeonghan

You walked home very dejected and sad about your day at work today. You had this wall breaking idea for a campaign, that a senior pretty much stole credit for and you instead got accused of not contributing your ideas to the team.

It was frustrating because you couldn’t call out this senior nor could you defend yourself. Just a shitty shitty day.

You felt like you were holding yourself together until you could get home to let go. All day you were just waiting.

You finally got home and Yoon Jeonghan, your fiance, opens the door. You slowly walk towards him looking tired and frustrated, a hug is all you needed to let go.

“Whats wrong?” He asked softly rubbing the back of your head.

You tell him all that happened, vent out every frustration in tears.

“Do you want to plot a revenge plan? That ought to make you feel better” he says looking the most mischievous looking gremlin he has. It makes you chuckle. He really can fix anything.

→Hong Joshua

‘I regret to inform you that, after careful and thorough consideration’

You slam the laptop close. Why were you so sad, this university is not even your first preference. It’s alright that you didn’t get in, you didn’t even want to go.

But if you don’t even get into your 4th preference school, how do you expect the better schools to accept you? This thought rallied you head for at least 10 minutes, while thoughts of your future education brought tears to your eyes.

You sit blank infront of your desk, feeling horrible looking at this email.

“Hey, I’m making some coffee, do you want-” Joshuas voice fades out when he sees you.

“Is everything alright?”

You shake your head, while he comes over to give you a hug. You hug his torso from your desk chair. You tell him whats wrong and also ask him for some space, he gladly gives you space when he knows you’re not crying anymore.

You sit alone with your thoughts for sometime, the tears had now dried up.

He had come back with some of your favourite flowers and your favourite subway order. He knew your comfort food and you couldn’t be more grateful to Joshua that day.

→Moon JunHui

There was a lingering empty feeling in your apartment and your heart.

You had rescued a kitten a month ago from a dumpster, all injured. You and your boyfriend Jun, decided to take care of it until its better and raise it together. You named her Layla.

Layla was the cutest cat, it pained you that she was abandoned. Many people thinks its okay to adopt an animal and just abandon it whenever it doesn’t suit them, its cruel.

Today you gave Layla up to a shelter to get adopted hopefully by a better family.

The separation only hit you once you got back home. There was no meowing in the background, there were no sounds of little footsteps in the apartment, it was all too quiet.

Before you know it you were crying and jun was right by your side, wiping your tears with the sleeves of his tee shirt.

“Do you want to adopt Layla instead?” He suggests. “We could do it together, we’ll figure something out”

You couldn’t be happier, you hugged Jun through your tears.

→Kwon Hoshi

He was leaving, for the 100th time. Goodbyes are always so tough with him. He was packing his suitcase to go back to his country, again. And who knows when we’ll see each other again.

Long distance was going to be the death of you.

“Do you have to go?” You ask again, as if the answer is miraculously going to change.

When he zips up his suitcase and props it up, seeing that is all it took for you to start crying about your goodbye in advance. All he could do was hug you, hold you, kiss you saying that you’ll see each other soon.

He sees some snot from all the crying you’ve been doing and immediately offers his hoodies sleeve to wipe it on, that makes you laugh as you scatter for a tissue. He’s adorable.

He lets you keep this tiger plushie he had got from his country as keepsake. Saying ‘we will see each other again’

You can not sleep without that tiger plushie anymore.

→Jeon Wonwoo

You had an image of adulthood and living alone. A lot of friends around you, partying almost everyday, doing something new all the time, hikes, midnight drives, late night snack runs without having to answer to anyone. This is what you thought living alone meant.

But boy were you so wrong. It’s lonely. You’ve always been a floater with friends and never really had one set of friends you could completely rely on. This picture perfect adulthood you dreamt of, needed good relationships. Relationships you found so hard to make.

Your boyfriend, also your only friend in the city, came over.

You ended up talking to him about how you felt, and subconsciously he suggested a walk. He held your hand through the walk until you felt better. You were grateful.

→Lee Jihoon

You needed to quit that job, everything about it was so toxic, the boss was a narcissist that made horrible jokes. You had mentioned you enjoyed F1 and he decided to quiz you infront of your colleagues on your knowledge of it because what girl can like a sport in the true sense. It was solely to put you down in front of people. everyone laughs along like it was a given that you couldn’t possibly know the sport.

You refused to answer and give in, but you were scared it came off as you not knowing the answer to the question.

You came back home feeling absolutely humiliated in front of your colleagues and it made you feel low to a point where tears had made an entrance.

Your boyfriend, calls you once you get home to check on your day, finds a crying girlfriend on facetime. He offers to cone to you but you decline. He didn’t have to come all the way. He just ended up comforting you with words. No wonder he writes songs. He has a way with sentences and metaphors.

You felt better after talking to him, almost instantly.

→Seo Myungho

You’ve been feeling worried and anxious all day, despite the fact that you’re spending an entire day with the love of your life, Minghao, something ate away at you. You heard news from mom that one of her cousins had passed. He was her age, you couldn’t imagine what it would’ve felt like for her.

You’ve had friends die and natural death at this young of an age had you rattled, you couldn’t help but feel for her.

After half a day of observing you, minghao finally asked you. “Is there something on your mind?”

You explain to him every passing thought you had, even ones that only stayed for a fraction of a second.

Hao held both your hands in his, and reassured you that you’re parents are going to be okay and with you for a long time. He validates your feelings, that’s the most important thing, he never denies that the fear is rational. You loved him for that. He cups your cheek and brushed off the rogue tear that escaped your eye.

He ends up buying the both of you ice cream so you feel better.

→Kim Mingyu

“You’re crying?”

isn’t it sad? You were watching this movie ‘walk to remember’ its about a religious girl who has cancer and a boy falls in love with her as her condition worsens. She eventually dies but they manage to marry before that happens.

You couldn’t help but imagine what it must feel like to be in love with someone knowing its going to shatter your heart into million pieces when it’s their time to leave. And loving someone despite that takes so much courage.

You explain all this to mingyu and he agrees while he passes you a box of tissues he had handy. He tucks your hair behind your ears taking a good look at your crying face.

“How does someone cry so much but you’re still adorable, its unfair” he changes subject and makes you chuckle.

→Lee Dokyeom

Watching a try not to cry video with Dokyeom should not have been a plan at all, but here you were, watching dying dogs have their last day at beach, soliders reuniting with family and little kids being the sweetest.

You were both crying a little, safe to say you both lost. You giggle when you make eye contact with each other. He pulls at his tee shirt to wipe your tears that makes you giggle more.

Everytime you cried, dokyeom made sure you laughed. He’d crack the lamest of jokes or pull a funny face, he was adorable.

→Boo Seungkwan

Seungkwan was in the kitchen making dinner when you found a hand written letter on your vanity. You and Seungkwan were on two different schedules at this point, you barely got to see your boyfriend. It was devastating, but each day you pull through, because you love each other.

The letter said all the sweetest things, reassuring you that the both of you were going strong and you’d find a way to be with each other against all tides. It was a promise he made on paper.

Little did you know, you had dropped some tears on the letter. You held up the letter walking into the kitchen, “I love you for this” you croak out between tears and a tight feeling in your throat.

He comes over to hug you, he rubs your back as he tells you he wouldn’t have done it if he knew it would’ve made you cry. It was tears of happiness.

He pecks your lips and wipes your tears with the back of his palm. “Lets eat something” he says and distracts you with food.

→Choi Vernon

You were checking your grades on your phone next to Vernon who was turning the tv on.

Your head was in his chest while you logged into your student account. You were delighted to see all A’s but one C. It didn’t make sense, you had studied so hard for it. How was the grade so low? Is it wrong? Did you misunderstand questions, it was one of your weaker subjects and you had studied so hard. It was a difficult subject.

Without you realising there were some tears in your eyes. You had given it your best, was your best not good enough? Were you not smart enough for the subject matter? All sorts of self doubt and questions come to mind as you stare at your phone.

He pats your head and says you can do better next time. He’s right, there’s always a next time. What’s an accomplishment if there’s no struggle.

→Lee Chan

You met Chan's friends for the first time tonight and you were nervous. You had decided to stick by Chan's side the whole time and try to be the most extroverted you can possibly be. Being an introvert this was a huge task for you to overcome. You just wanted his friends to like you.

You've always been an outcast in school and there was a deep seated insecurity in you about making new friends or being likeable enough.

His friends were the sweetest people and made you feel included in every conversation and even explained all the inside jokes to you. You were grateful. To your surprise you didn't have to stick to his side the whole night. You sighed of relief because you didn't want to burden Chan like that.

It was a fun party and you almost cried a little by the night ended and you were alone with Chan. It was as if you found your people and your inner child was healed.

"Did you like them?"

You nodded at Chan with your eyes a little wattery, you felt stupid crying about something so trivial. But he understood what it was really about.

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Im open to requests!

[hotluncheddie]

high masking autistic steve snippet - a follow on from this and this

wc: 2.5k | rated: T | cw: none | tags: autistic steve harrington (and eddie but again this is about steve), hurt/comfort, established relationship, stimming

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Steve is spending the evening doing one of his new things. Where he takes time to just be. It’s recovering, or Stevie time, or whatever Eddie and Robin have decided it should be called. 

He’s alone basically, and it’s nice, because he’s letting it be nice. Letting it be restful. 

It’s for when he’s had a meltdown. Or can feel one coming on, because now he’s starting to recognise what overstimulation feels like on his skin. How it prickles at the back of his neck if his breaks cut short, makes his vision vignette if something too unexpected happens. 

Learned that after something like that he’ll need to rest. Needs time. 

And it’s not lazy. It’s not. (Sometimes it still feels like it is.) (Weak…that word always plays in the deep, scathing tone of his father’s voice…and selfish.)  

He’s on the couch, it’s dark, he actually feels really comfortable, and he’s watching The Breakfast Club. Watching it again. It’s his favourite, it feels like his. But he doesn’t like watching it with other people because they might notice how much he likes it and he doesn’t want that. Can’t be seen like that.. Embarrassing. 

So he watches it alone, when he gets home from work. He pauses whenever he wants, rewinds, pauses. Takes a deep breath, rewinds, pauses, stares into space. 

He also pauses to eat the snack he brought in. Actually tasting the food bc it’s the only thing he has to focus on. No lights, no sounds. He forgot how much he likes oranges when they’re ripe. Harder to taste if he has to listen at the same time. So, on a day like today, he lets himself do stuff one step at a time. 

It’ll probably take him double the normal run time to get all the way to the end. But who cares? It’s his time. 

The weird girl’s parents driving off; that feels like him. The jock’s Dad letting him off easy; that doesn’t feel like him. ‘No schools gonna give a scholarship to a discipline case.’ Maybe that does feel like him. Before through. A long time ago now. 

He claps sometimes. Keening high in his throat, a little happy hum that he only lets himself do when he’s alone like this. He does it after he whistles the same tune they do. And during the scene of them running around the corridors. It’s exiting. Makes his lips stretch wide and his feet flap around. He claps. Once. Twice. It feels good. 

He laughs at the characters. How they merge together with bits of his friends. He feels that swell of happy sad emotion looking at the jock when he first comes in, acting above the others, only seeing Molly Ringwald. He lives through a couple flashbacks of himself. Resigns to actually watch them, sit in them, begins to process who he was. Who he’s becoming now. Something like forgiveness tasting sweet on his tongue. He cries a little; that swelling and shifting as buried emotion finally passes. It overcomes him sometimes when he lets his mind relax.. He rewinds, and he laughs. 

“Stevie?”

Steve starts, fingers tangle in the blanket in his lap. Brain slow to process the change, the information. Eddie slipping through the door and coming over to him. Eddie dipping to look at Steve’s face, trying to catch Steve’s eye. Eddie smelling like cigarettes and crisp autumn air, it’s nice, but, it’s a lot. Panic sits bubbling somewhere in him. He wasn’t expecting this. 

“…Eddie?”

“Hey sweetheart. I know you had a shitty day, but Wayne’s at home with a headache and he needs to sleep it off. Wouldn’t’ve been able to stay quiet enough for him.”

Steve breaths in and out a little quickly. Eyes wide. 

Maybe it’s okay. Eddie knows he had a bad day. Maybe it’s okay.

“I’ll sit in the kitchen, work on my campaign, just forget I’m here.” Eddie speaks quietly, almost a whisper. 

He stares at his hand in his lap. “..You won’t, listen?” Steve feels small. Knows he’s not, his frame broad and strong. But, he needs small. Wants his world small tonight, slow. Wants to stay hidden. Him and the couch and the film and nothing else. 

Eddie just shakes his walkman and smiles (in that pointy way that makes Steve’s toes curl). 

“Kay” Steve whispers, still wary, off kilter. But accepts the kiss Eddie drops on his head, tangling their fingers together for a breath. Steve leans forward for a kiss on the lips. It’s deep, and lovely. Steve can smell Eddie’s cologne. Feels where the chill bit at Eddie’s nose. He shivers.

“No cooking.” Steve mumbles while their lips are still close. Small smile pulling at his face, eyes sharp, waiting for Eddie to get it. 

Eddie groans quietly in embarrassment but his eyes are soft and molten and Steve’s toes curl up again. “Course not baby, not again. Once you’re hungry just come through, yeah? Make us something nice.”

And the light of the kitchen doesn’t reach the couch. And Eddie listens to his walkman loud. And Steve’s safe. It’s Eddie. He’s not listening. Steve’s safe. 

His favourite scene; Bender and Claire in the stock cupboard. The way he looks so shocked, the way she bites her lip. ‘Why’d you do that?’ ‘Because I knew you wouldn’t.’ Steve whispers as they do. Claps. It’s such a good scene. He’s exited. He claps again. Rewinds to just watch her face. Rewinds to just watch his. Rewinds and watches the whole scene again. Wraps his arms around his middle and squeezes. Pauses on the kiss. He rubs his fingers agains his mouth. Giddy excitement bubbles in his belly. He hums high and happy again. He loves this movie. 

The weird girl gets a makeover, the jock really likes it. He feels like the weird girl sometimes, maybe Eddie can be his jock. Maybe he should get a makeover. Maybe keep growing out his hair. Maybe Eddie would like that. 

The credits roll. Bender’s fist in the air. Steve drifts on the couch, eyes closed. He breaths deep, his stomach growls. 

He pads through to Eddie. Squinting. Too bright. “D’you mind?” He motions to the lights, his eyes too adjusted to the dark and he doesn’t even wanna try and adjust them back. 

‘‘Cause. What we making?” 

Steve hums, goes into the pantry to see what’s easy. Eddie slips in behind him, hand on his waist. “Pasta?” Steve asks but Eddie doesn’t reply, just turns him gently. Nudging him to step back into the corner. 

Eddie looks at him, dips forward to place a slow kiss on his neck. “Why’d you do tha..’ Steve’s words dry up in his throat. 

“Because I knew you wouldn’t” and Eddie’s eyes are sparking with glee.

Eddie heard him.

He listened.

Steve’s feels himself flush hot, embarrassed and ashamed. “Ah, I, uh.” He can’t explain it, why he had to watch it so many times, why it makes him so exited. He crosses his arms over his chest. Turns back to the shelves of food and picks a can at random. Shoving out of the room. 

“Steve?”

Eddie said he wouldn’t. He listened in on him. He said he wouldn’t. He’s making fun of him. Steve knew he should’ve told Eddie to go home. 

“Stevie? What’s wrong?” But Steve doesn’t want to talk to him. He’s so angry, So ashamed, of himself. What if Eddie heard him clap too, heard him make that high noise, like a fucking baby, like some freak. 

He puts the can on the counter with way too much force, corn, not what he fucking wanted. His hands are shaking. He stares at them, wills his tears to stay behind his lash line. He got too comfortable, he can’t do that. Why is it so hard to pretend now, when it used to be so easy. 

“Steve, tell me what I did, please.” 

“‘M fine” Steve’s insides feel too big, pushing against his skin, itchy all over. He squeezes himself around his middle again, digging his fingers in hard. 

“Don’t do that, you know I hate when you bullshit like that.” Half lovely, half scathing.

The word stinks, a stab to the gut. But Steve gets it, he does, they talked about it. He bites his lip, hard. 

Its old habits or whatever. Because Steve, he loved fine. Liked sinking his teeth into it; toxic waste green coating his mouth and lungs. Thick and delicious. Because fine gets you out of it. Fine gives you translucency. Controlled balance. Everything appearing a none issue, the perfect in-between. Steve was perfect at coming off as something to not worry about, someone to be ignored. It used to work in all situations; can’t get told off if you’re fine, cant do anything wrong, teachers didn’t look twice, his parents wouldn't shout. By staying half alive, never letting anyone too close, never filling your lungs up all the way. That was the fine Steve adored. 

“You were literally just watching a movie. I dunno what the big deal is.” and there’s frustration, confusion, in Eddie, Steve thinks. He feels himself tense up, glance over.

Eddie must see something on his face. See that scared little animal prowling around within him. Because Eddie softens, his voice gentle. “Steve.. it’s nothing I hadn’t heard before.’ And Steve’s teeth clamp together with a click. He’s done that, his clap and his high hum, in front of Eddie before? Steve tries to swallow, he can’t, a lump too big and sticky in his throat.

He can’t look him in the face, angry tears still threatening to spill “You said you wouldn’t listen.” He’s mumbling. He sounds even more like a kid. Stupid. Grow up.

“I heard a little but I was just flipping the tape over, I wasn’t trying to snoop on you Stevie… You just, you sounded happy.” 

Steve huffs. Glances at Eddie. That soft underbelly of his whining, because with Eddie, Steve yearns. Yearns for close. Yearns to be seen, and understood.

“You didn’t mean to?” 

“No, it was just when I was turning the tape.” 

Steve forces a deep breath. 

“You think I’m weird. You hate me.” He whispers it like it’s true. A big part of him believes it, his tears welling up. Feels rejected. Knows that feeling too well. Hates it. 

“Always like you Steve. Always.”

Steve grunts, a tear slips out, rolls down his cheek.

“‘M embarrassed” comes out like an ugly sob. Steve scrubs his palms on his cheeks, feeling how red hot they are. Glaring at the countertop. “I’m embarrassed!” But it’s just Eddie. It was just Eddie.

Eddie comes over, slowly draping himself over Steve’s back. “Nothin' to be embarrassed about, love.” And Eddie leaves soft kisses on Steve’s neck, squeezes his waist. “You looked cute on the couch like that. Like it when you’re happy.” Steve tries taking another deep breath but it shudders. 

Embarrassed, angry, sad. Embarrassed, confused, angry. Frustrated, embarrassed. Tired. 

Emotions wash over him. He’s learning to try and just feel them, name them, pick them apart. Some bubble back up to the surface, some only needed to be seen once. 

Steve turns to bury his face in Eddie’s neck. He sighs, rubs his face into Eddie’s warm skin. shaking his head, likes how his lips feel moving against edie’s soft parts. 

Tired, hungry, embarrassed, hungry. 

“’M tired. I dunno what to eat.” He whispers, and then because he said it it’s like there’s space in his brain. “Want pasta.” 

“Pasta it is then. And then we can sleep, yeah?” Eddie rocks them gently side to side, kisses the side of his head and slips away. Goes to get the box from the pantry, puts the corn back. Steve gets a pot out of the cupboard. 

Staring into the water, the tips of his fingers prickle. Steve fizzes with energy and emotion. All pent up and annoying him. Needs it out. He clicks the flame on.  

He starts pacing around the kitchen island. In big striding, stomping steps. “Ugh! You think I’m weird. Some weird guy who acts weird and does weird shit.” Steve grumbles. Annoyed. He smacks his palm quick and hard against the counter top. Keeps stomping. 

Eddie comes back and starts following. Stomping and prancing like some court jester. “I like that you’re weird! You know, I have one episode of the Twilight Zone taped. It’s my third one. I watched the other two so much the tapes broke.’ Steve lets a little shout slip from him “Ha!” bubbly and forceful. Dislodging something within him. Like when a tooth finally falls out. 

Feels good. 

“I only like one brand of spaghetti hoops. Wayne once bought me a multipack for Christmas. Best fucking gift I ever got.” and Steve’s laughing now. Giggling and manic and still stomping around the island.

“I like how it feels to brush my teeth. I’ve never had a filling. I fucking love brushing my teeth, Eddie.” and that makes Eddie laugh now too. Two freaks stomping around the kitchen. A king and his jester, lit up by moonlight. 

Steve turns the corner and stops short, still giggling. Eddies bent at one knee, presenting the box of pasta to him. “My liege.” 

Steve claps, hums, high and keening. The waters boiling. 

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“How’d you feel now?’ Eddie asks around a mouthful of cheesy pasta. 

Steve curls up tighter into the corner of couch, wraps both hands around the warm bowl. Glances at Eddie across from him. “Still kinda embarrassed.”

Eddie looks so soft, so kind, across from him. “I’m embarrassed too, to be honest. You love that movie, I thought you’d like me doing that. Kinda like when we, when we kissed upside-down, like I was Spider-man” Eddies sentence get quieter towards the end, mumbly, spoked into his bowl, cheeks dusted pink.

Steve strains to hear him. Smiles once he puts the words together. 

He shovels pasta in his mouth. Eyes closed. “You are so annoying Eddie Munson. Why’d you even come here tonight, you coulda gone anywhere.” Steve sinks further into the couch, it’s really good pasta.

“Missed you.” Eddie says it like it’s simple, easy, and warmth drips over Steve’s skin. 

Eddie clears his throat, Steve feels him fidget. “Wanna maybe.. You think we could live together one day? Want you to be able to do whatever you want with me around Steve. Breakfast Club on all the time at our place, kay?” And Steve’s throat constricts, that’s a big change, living with someone, moving out. But maybe with Eddie it could be okay, if they did it together, slow. 

“Yeah, kay. One day.” Softly, bit by bit. Little bits. Steve can get there. Let Eddie in, let Eddie see. “But no to Breakfast Club on all the time.” Because some times, some days, some things, are just for him. Steve needs it that way. And that’s okay. 

He stretches out further on the couch, feeling syrupy and nice, easy smile playing at his lips. “I like it when you kiss my neck though, you can do that again.” And that makes Eddie grin all pointy, put their bowls to the side and crawl over him. 

Steve’s toes curl and he hums, high and happy. 

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tagging those who asked mwah! @2jug2head @lil-gremlin-things

but also people who i think might be interested (sorry if ur not lmk and i won't again) @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @pearynice @steventhusiast @sugarcookiesteve @spectrum-spectre @irethsune

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Tree House | Azzi Fudd x Teammate!reader

Summary: Y/n has had a terrible week and the only person that can cheer her up is Azzi.

Warnings: none i think idk

A/N: i love making fics with songs its so fun

“‘Do not enter’, it’s written on the doorway. Why can’t everyone just go away? Except you. You can stay.”

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I have had a terrible week. it’s all been shitty. Today, i cracked. I got my chemistry exam results back and i absolutely failed it.

I walk into the team’s dorm, anger and sadness pent up in me. “Hey girlyy” KK beams as I walk in. “Hey” I reply quietly, taking my shoes off.

“What’s wrong” Jana says, noticing my demeanor. I shake my head, tears already building up. “nothing” I reply softly, my voice shaky.

“Are you sure?” Paige asks, looking up. “I’m fine” I raise my voice, walking into my room and slamming the door. “What’s up with her?” Caroline asks. “I don’t know.” Jana shakes her head.

As soon as i sit down the tears flow. I’m so stressed. “is she crying?” Ashlynn asks. “I think so” Paige says, getting up.

“Y/n?” She says, knocking on my door. “Go away” I sob quietly.

“Y/n, it’s me. let me in” Paige basically begs. “Go away, Paige!” I yell.

About ten minutes go by of each individual girl trying to get in my room and talk to me. Every time, I just pushed them away and told the to go away.

“Let me try” Azzi says, standing up. “It’s not gonna work, Az” Paige sighs as her, KK, Aubrey, and Aaliyah stand by my door.

“Y/n. It’s me, Azzi. Please let me in” She says softly. “Go away.” I whisper. “i’ll be right back.” I hear azzi say to the 4 girls.

About twenty minutes go by and she’s back at my door. “Y/n, please. Let me in.” She asks again. “Azzi” I sniffle.

“Y/n.” She replies back. “Fine. come in.” I give up. “Dude, what the hell.” Paige groans. “You gotta teach me how to do that” She adds.

I watch as Azzi walks in my room. She has some bags in her hand. She drops them on my desk and immediately walks over to hug me.

“are you okay?” She soothes, hugging me tightly. I shake my head softly, crying into her arms.

“What’s wrong, baby? Talk to me.” She whispers.

“I- i’ve just been really stressed about things this past week.” I shake my head. “Stressed about what?” She mumbles, pulling away from the hug.

I shake my head. “Classes. Practice. everything” I sigh. “I’m just really stressed about everything, y’know?” I shrug.

I watch as Azzi nods. “I failed a super important test. And I studied so hard.” I cry. “I’m just so over it.”

“Hey, hey. It’s okay.” She says softly, hugging me. “Don’t cry, baby.” She soothes, gently stroking my hair.

I bite the inside of my cheek, clinging on to her. “I don’t wanna talk about this anymore.” I mope. “Okay. We don’t have to. Just know, if you need anyone to talk to, i’m always here, okay? Always.” She says, looking me in my eyes.

“mhm” I nod. “Cmon, let’s watch a movie.” She says getting up and grabbing the various bags off my desk.

“I got snacks” She smiles, sitting back in my bed. “Thanks” i smile back.

We pick ‘Enchanted’ because it’s one of my favorite Disney movies. “c’mere” She motions to me. I climb into her arms as the movie starts.

“Everythings gonna be okay” She whispers, pressing a small kiss on my head.

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thanks for reading all the way through!

ending was hella rushed. also i 🫶🏽 enchanted its so good

[dragonflylady77]

Not-So Blind Date

Hiiiiiiiii!! This fic was so much fun to write. I hope you enjoy it!

This is my contribution to the @harringrove-relay-race

Roommates AU, Idiots in love | Rating: Teen | 5.1k

On Ao3

Billy's been in love with Steve since about twelve seconds after they met the day Billy moved into the dorms... Once they both graduated, they found jobs and an apartment. Sharing a space with Steve is both the best and the most frustrating thing in Billy’s life.  Because Billy is completely and hopelessly in love with Steve. Because Steve has no idea. Because Steve is straight.

Billy closes the front door behind him with a relieved sigh. He dumps his keys in the bowl on the sideboard and toes off his shoes.

Today sucked. As if sleeping through his alarm and spilling his coffee on his clean shirt wasn’t enough, he missed the bus and was late for work. Then it just kept getting worse, work was endlessly piling up on his desk, his favorite lunch spot was closed, he dropped sauce on his pants. That was followed by an afternoon of playing phone tag with a couple of suppliers and to top it all off, it started raining on his walk home from the bus stop.

He strips down to his boxers, dumps his clothes in a wet pile on the bathroom floor and turns the shower on before getting a towel from the hallway cupboard. 

He stops when he hears Steve’s voice. It’s unexpected because Billy is pretty sure Steve had a day shift today. He sounds angry but Billy can’t hear another voice so he must be on the phone.

“No, thank you, I’ve heard quite enough… Oh, yes, I’m sure… Whatever, dickhead… Uh huh… Yeah, have a nice life.”

Footsteps get closer and the door to Steve’s room opens before Billy has a chance to disappear into the bathroom.

Steve looks like he’s been crying, his eyes red, his cheeks blotchy, and he’s still wearing his teal scrubs.

“Oh, Billy. Hi. Didn’t realize you were home,” Steve says, startled.

“You okay, pretty boy? Do I need to break someone’s legs?” Billy feels a bit awkward standing there in his boxers, holding a towel to his chest. Exposed. He notices Steve’s gaze taking in his state of undress and it warms something in his chest. A spark of hope he quickly extinguishes.

He’s been in love with Steve since about twelve seconds after they met the day Billy moved into the dorms. Alphabet buddies, roommates and then best friends. Moving from the dorms to an apartment after they both got their degrees and found jobs seemed like a natural progression, splitting the rent and everything else. Sharing a space with Steve is both the best and the most frustrating thing in Billy’s life. 

Because Billy is completely and hopelessly in love with Steve.

Because Steve has no idea.

Because Steve is straight.

Billy brings his focus back on Steve and the current crisis.

“What happened to you?” Steve asks, his hand gesturing vaguely towards Billy’s hair, his curls dripping down his chest.

“Started pissing down on my way home from the fucking bus. Then a car drove through a puddle a bit too close to the sidewalk and I got drenched.”

“Sounds like we both had shitty days.”

“You have no idea.” Billy just wants to have a hot shower and forget today happened.

“Wanna order in and watch Justified?”

“Sounds good, Stevie.” With a grin and a nod, Billy heads to the bathroom. The hopeful part of him likes to imagine Steve is staring at his ass but he doesn’t turn around to check. The bathroom is full of steam when he steps in the shower and he lets the hot water wash away his bad mood.

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Steve is sat on the couch, Billy on a cushion on the floor in front of him, the empty pizza boxes discarded on the coffee table, three sad looking pieces of garlic bread left in one of them. Steve is combing curl serum into Billy’s still damp curls with his fingers. He doesn’t remember exactly how long since he started doing this for Billy, it was sometime in their second year in college, but it’s become a calming activity for both of them on bad days.

Justified is playing on the TV, Steve doesn’t know how many times they’ve watched it over the years but it’s their go-to comfort show. No matter what happens at work, Steve knows that Billy will be there when he gets home to cheer him up with take-out, beer and their favorite Deputy US Marshal.

“Hey, Stevie?” Billy asks from his spot on the floor.

“Yeah?” Steve grabs the towel he left on the armrest to wipe his hands then he pats Billy’s shoulder twice to indicate he’s done. Billy moves up to sit on the couch, sprawling next to Steve, his toes wedging under Steve’s thigh.

“Ava or Winona?” 

“Um… Gosh, I don’t know.” It’s been a while since they played the pick one game. Usually the choices are equally ghastly and the game ends in fits of laughter.

“Come on, just pick one.”

“I’m thinking!” Steve looks at the screen. They’re somewhere in season two, Winona and Raylan are tentatively dating and Boyd is boarding at Ava’s house. He thinks about both women and their motivations. “Ava.”

Billy lets out a low whistle. “Well, pretty boy, color me surprised.”

“Why? She takes no shit, rolls with the punches and adapts, and she’s very resourceful. Reminds me a bit of you actually.”

“Aww, Stevie.”

“It’s true.” Steve shrugs. “You got away from Neil and built a good life for yourself. Now we just need to find you a man.” 

And maybe, just maybe, that man could be me.  

The thought hits Steve and he freezes. He blames seeing Billy in his underwear earlier for the stray thought. He’s been doing so good ignoring them but it’s getting trickier, especially on nights like tonight when they’re both very tactile and domestic.

He got tired of telling Robin that Billy is his roommate and not his boyfriend, but it seems the more he answered her never-ending questions, the more she was comforted in the idea. It forced Steve to take stock of all the stray thoughts about Billy he’s been ignoring for, well, years, and untangle them all to realize something major about his identity. And his feelings. Something he has yet to share with Billy.

He’s not sure why he still hasn’t told Billy he’s bisexual. Every shift he’s had with Robin in the past few months, and every time they’ve seen each other outside the hospital, she’s asked him if he’d done it yet. He knows he should tell him, Billy is his best friend after all. But Steve isn’t sure he’s ready to rock the boat. Just because Billy is gay, doesn’t mean he’d be into Steve. And Steve would rather live with Billy as things are, than go through life without him, nursing a broken heart.

“Oh god, not you too,” Billy laughs as he kicks Steve’s thigh. “Heather is constantly on my ass about dating again and I am not interested.”

It’s a nice ass , Steve thinks, feeling his face heat up and hoping Billy doesn’t notice.

*****

It’s been a couple of weeks since Billy came home soaked to the bone and overheard the end of Steve’s phone call. Steve hasn’t mentioned anything but he’s been home more so Billy wonders if that means Steve is single again.

He was clearly dating someone before, even though Billy never got to meet whoever that was, which, weird. Steve tends to bring the women he dates to Friday night drinks with their group of friends, once they’ve made it past the three months mark.

They’ve taken to cooking dinner together when Steve is not working the night shift, and it’s really nice. Billy enjoys the close contact and the banter as they chop and dice and sauté. He misses it when Steve has a night shift, and always makes sure Steve has a plate of leftovers waiting for him in the fridge when he gets home.

Heather has been trying to talk him into going on a blind date with some guy her girlfriend knows. Billy told her he would if she let him meet said girlfriend, because they’ve been going out for months and Billy still knows nothing about the mystery woman. So far Heather hasn’t given up any information so Billy remains blissfully dateless.

He’s not interested anyway. He knows he should try and move on from his crush on Steve, but it’s hard to do when they live together, and he is not prepared to not have Steve in his life.

“You started without me.”

Billy turns around from the sink where he’s washing the vegetables for tonight’s stir fry. Steve is standing in the doorway, wearing Billy’s old UCLA hoodie and carrying a shopping bag. He looks tired. Billy smiles.

“Hey, Stevie, I wasn’t sure when you were coming home and you didn’t text. Sorry.” He nods towards the chopping board on the counter. “You can chop the chicken if you want.”

“Need to get changed first. I’ll be right back.”

They settle into their routine, working together to cook their meal, knowing what needs doing without having to talk about it. Once they’re sitting down on the couch with their food, and a drink, Billy puts Justified on.

“How was your day?” Steve asks and Billy shrugs.

“Tommy was his usual obnoxious self, Heather still won’t tell me anything about her girlfriend and the taco truck I like was back on our street. You?”

“Slept in, had lunch with Robin, we’re both on nights for the rest of the week, so that’s nice, makes it easier.”

“You were home late,” Billy remarks. He missed Steve, okay? Sue him.

“Sorry, should have texted you to let you know. We had lunch at that Japanese restaurant Robin never shuts up about, then she dragged me to the mall to find a present for her girlfriend for their six month anniversary and I had to talk her out of getting a kitten.”

“Oh my god!”

“Uh huh, then she tried to convince me a pet rabbit was the best idea ever.”

“Wow. Glad you were there to stop her. What did she get in the end?”

“Oh well, she walked into Victoria’s Secrets and I told her I was leaving.”

Billy laughs. “I thought you liked that shop. You were always there when you were dating that girl last year.”

Steve blushes. “That was different. I didn’t feel right discussing undergarments about my friend’s secret girlfriend!”

Not for the first time, Billy wonders about the odds of their friends both having a secret girlfriend, and if, maybe, Heather and Robin are dating each other. He told Steve about his theory and they paid attention during Friday night drinks but the two women didn’t even sit next to each other or interact all that much. Either they weren’t dating or they were really good at acting.

“Fair enough.” Billy puts his empty bowl on the floor and stretches. His t-shirt rides up, exposing a sliver of his belly and Steve’s eyes follow the motion. Billy tells himself it doesn’t mean anything, Steve is just reacting to the movement. 

“Anyway, she decided to go back another time, and we found a coffee shop because I needed some caffeine after being at the mall for so long. And that’s when she ambushed me.”

“What do you mean, pretty boy? How did she ambush you?” Billy is confused. He turns around to face Steve, pulling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them.

“She asked about Sam and when I said we broke up a couple of weeks ago, she tried to convince me to agree to go on a date with someone she reckons is perfect for me.” Steve sighs.

Billy’s fingers dig into his calves. So he was right, and Steve is single. And now he knows the name of the girl Steve was dating. Not for the first time, he wonders if that’s who Steve was on the phone with that night it rained so much. Steve called whoever a dickhead, an insult typically thrown at males, so maybe not.

“What did you say?” The idea of Steve going on a date with someone who isn’t him makes him want to puke.

“Told her it was too soon.”

All Billy hears is that Steve didn’t say no. And really, he has no reason to say no to Robin. Suddenly Billy can’t be in the same room.

“Sorry, gonna head to bed, long day tomorrow.”

“Oh, okay.” Steve looks at him part surprised, part sad, making Billy’s heart squeeze in his chest.

He needs to get out of here.

***

Steve can’t shake the feeling that Billy is avoiding him. For the past three weeks, Steve’s dinner has been waiting for him when he gets home from a day shift. Every time there is a note from Billy stuck to the fridge, saying he is out with Heather or in his room with a headache or other vaguely believable reasons. And Billy always seems to be on his way out whenever Steve gets up before a night shift. 

It’s starting to piss him off. He has no idea what sparked the change. And he hasn’t seen Billy in person long enough to ask him. Last night, Billy was blasting Ever Fallen in Love (With Someone You Shouldn't've) by the Buzzcocks, making Steve wonder if Billy had been seeing someone and it ended badly. The music was so loud that Billy didn’t even hear Steve knock on his door.

Maybe tonight will be the night they can sort it out. Steve is running late for Friday night drinks with their group of friends because he had to process a patient right before clocking out.

When he gets to The Upside Down, everyone is already there and Billy is in a corner with Heather, talking animatedly. They stop when they notice Steve has arrived. 

Once again, Steve wonders what the fuck is going on with Billy, and why he won't talk to him about it.

“Hey, dingus!” Robin hands him a beer as he sits down next to her. “Was starting to think you weren’t coming.”

“Got delayed at work and had to stop at home first,” Steve says, taking a sip, eyes on Billy who is looking at his drink. “What did I miss?”

“Heather and Billy bitching about Tommy, mostly,” Robin replies with a shrug.

“We have news,” Nancy says, from where she’s sitting with Jonathan across the table, gathering everyone’s attention. “I, um, I got the job at the New York Times so we’ll be moving in the next month or two.”

The whole table erupts in happy shouts of congratulations. Steve feels a short pang of nostalgia at the thought that the dynamics of their group of friends will change, losing two of its core members. And now he’s worried about losing Billy on top of that.

“You okay, Stevie?” Robin asks, nudging him gently with her elbow and Steve sighs.

“Yeah… just… tired.” He keeps glancing at Billy, who is avoiding eye contact.

“Uh huh. Come help me get the next round,” she says, standing and looking at him expectantly.

Steve gets up and follows Robin to the bar, dreading the conversation he knows he’s coming.

Robin doesn’t waste any time once they get away from the table. “You told him yet?”

“Told who what?” Steve retorts, aware that his reply won’t fly with Robin. He wants to turn around to see if Billy is looking but resists the urge.

“Don’t do that. Don’t pretend you don’t know exactly what I mean,” she says, grabbing his wrist to get his attention. “You need to tell him how you feel.”

“Why?” Steve doesn’t see why he can’t keep secretly crushing on his best friend and roommate, instead of upsetting the status quo and risking everything. But then, the way Billy has been avoiding him makes him dread the day he’ll come home from a shift at the hospital and Billy will be gone, leaving behind a note, if he’s lucky.

“Because that man has been gone on you for freaking years and you’ve been too blind to see it. And because he, at the very least, needs to know you’re not as straight as he believes you to be.” Robin squeezes his hand. “And if you won’t, then you need to find a way to move on and let him go.”

“Rob…” Steve’s heart squeezes painfully at the thought and something heavy settles in his gut.

“You can’t keep going like this, sweetie. You deserve to be happy. You both do.”

Steve closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Robin is right. He can’t live like this. He needs to do something . “Fine.” 

“Fine what?”

“Set me up on that stupid date with that guy you think is so perfect for me.”

Robin stares at him for a long time before she speaks. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

Steve shrugs. “Sounds better than losing my best friend when he inevitably turns me down.”

*****

Billy needs to get out before he punches a hole in the wall.

He was having a drink before he got started on dinner prep when Steve woke up after his night shift and sprung the news on him that he was going out. On a fucking date . It took all of Billy’s control to not hurl his beer bottle at the wall.

Now Steve is getting ready and Billy locked himself in his room, pacing and trying not to scream. If Steve brings the girl home at the end of their date, Billy might have to throw himself out of the window.

He grabs his phone and texts Heather.

hank, you busy

need to get out of here

steve going on a fucking date

why is this happening to me

the universe hates me

hank

holloway

heather

come on 

i need you

please hank

i’ll jump out the window

Billy regrets having quit smoking because he’d kill for a cigarette, if only for something to do with his hands that’s not serial texting Heather or punching his pillow because he can’t make holes in the wall and risk losing the security deposit.

OMFG Blondie, calm your tits!

don’t tell me to calm down what if he brings his date home

i can’t do this i’ll pack a bag and move out while steve’s on his date

Jesus Fucking Christ, William.

First of all, you live on the first floor, so you’re unlikely to do much damage to yourself if you jump out the window.

you underestimate how much i can do out of spite

I would laugh at you so much before I called the ambulance.

you’re supposed to be my friend and you’re making fun of my pain

Ugh. Seriously, Billy, I’m out on a date with my girlfriend right now.

everyone is on a fucking date fine let me die alone

I swear to God, you are such a drama queen.

We’re at Enzo’s, come over, I’ll buy you a drink and you can crash my date, I guess.

oh so now i’m good enough to meet your girlfriend

steve just left i heard the door

Wear something nice.

why 

Because Enzo’s is a nice place and they won’t let you in if you’re wearing your sweatpants and your ratty Scorpions t-shirt.

Clean button down and your nice jacket, if you please.

heather 

William.

ugh fine

gonna have a quick shower first

If you must. Want me to get you an Uber? 20 mins?

yes please

thank you hank

love you

Love you too, Blondie.

Billy takes a quick shower and speeds through his hair care routine before putting on the clothes Heather requested. He’s ready and outside a couple of minutes before the car Heather ordered for him arrives.

He tries not to think about Steve and his date and attempts to distract himself by doom scrolling on Instagram. Steve posted a photo of a candle on a white table cloth in his stories. On the verge of tears, Billy closes the app and puts his phone in his pocket. 

Heather is waiting for him outside the restaurant and hugs him as soon as he steps out of the Uber.

“You clean up good, Blondie.”

“Fuck off,” Billy says, but there’s no anger in it. He feels drained and heartbroken. Steve is wining and dining some chick and Billy wants to cry. He’s glad Max is away, cycling the length of New Zealand with Lucas, because there’s no way he could take her ‘I told you so’ right now.

“Come on. I’ll introduce you to my girlfriend.” Heather leads them through the doors and past the maître d’. Billy looks ahead and something clicks when he spots Robin in a booth at the back of the room. Someone is sitting across from her but he can’t see who yet because they have their back to the room.

“I knew it.” 

“What?” Heather asks, glancing back at him for a second without stopping.

“You and Robin.”

Heather stops then and turns to face him. “What do you mean, you knew? You never said.”

“Both of you saying you have a mystery girlfriend you don’t wanna talk about? That no one can meet or know anything about?” Billy shrugs and manages a small smile. “I’m happy for you, but I don’t get why you felt you had to hide it.”

“Sorry. It was nice to keep it to just the two of us at first and then we weren’t sure how to tell everyone. Then it kinda became a game to see how long it would take you guys to notice and say something.”

Billy nods towards the booth where Robin is sitting. “Looks like I’m not the only one crashing your date night.”

“Oh,” Heather says, with a smile that Billy recognizes, it’s the one meaning she’s up to no good. “That’s your date.”

***

Steve is getting really frustrated with Robin. They’ve been sitting at Enzo’s for over twenty minutes and she still hasn’t told him anything about this mystery person she set him up with. She said her girlfriend is waiting outside to bring them in and encouraged Steve to enjoy his rum and coke and the complimentary breadsticks.

“Oh,” he hears a familiar voice say behind him, “that’s your date.”

He turns around and freezes on the spot, his hand gripping the table for support. Heather. Robin’s girlfriend is Heather . He remembers having many discussions about it with Billy but they could never decide whether the two were actually together or not.

There’s movement behind Heather and someone steps out beside her. Steve’s heart skips a beat. It’s Billy. He’s wearing that dark red button-down shirt that looks so good on him and his nice jacket. Steve feels his heart rate speed up.

Billy looks as confused as he does so Steve turns back to Robin. “Robin... What…what’s going on?”

“Well, Stevie, I told you that my girlfriend knew someone who’s perfect for you,” Robin says with a satisfied grin and Steve wants to shake her until she explains. He puts his hands on his thighs and squeezes them into fists. 

This is not happening.

“What the fuck do you mean, Harrington is my date? He’s the one who’s on a date, Hank, not me.”

Hearing Billy refer to him by his last name hurts, like a knife through the heart. He hasn’t done that since the first months they lived in the dorms back in college, before they became friends. Steve never expected their friendship to end in a fancy restaurant in front of an audience but apparently this is happening now and there is nothing he can do about it.

Heather shoves Billy forward and Robin gets out of the bench seat so Billy can sit there instead. He does so only after Heather glares at him and Steve takes a closer look at him. Billy still won’t make eye contact with him and Steve can tell he’s clenching his jaw, like he does when he’s angry or frustrated. Before either of them can say anything, Heather puts both hands on the table and looks at each of them in turn.

“Both of you, shut it and listen,” she starts, Robin standing by her side, looking resolute.

“Hank—” Billy starts, shutting up when Heather lifts one eyebrow and gives him a withering look. 

“No. This has gone on for far too long. I know it’s bad form to out someone but needs must. Billy, honey, Bambi here is not as straight as you think. I am not sure why he hasn’t told you yet, but I know that Robin has been on his case about it for ages. And you,” she turns to Steve and he sits up straighter. 

The woman is scary, Steve isn’t afraid to admit it. He stays silent and waits to see what she’s going to dish out.

“If you can’t see that my boy here has been gone on you pretty much since he met you, I don’t know what to tell you.” 

Robin puts her hand on Steve’s and gives him a light squeeze. “I told you the other night you couldn’t keep going like this. You and Billy need to talk. Take the time you need, enjoy your dinner and we’ll see you tomorrow.”

Heather pats Billy’s shoulder then she takes Robin’s hand, and they leave the two of them alone. Steve is reeling from the exchange, his mind stuck on what Heather said to him.

“Billy…” he starts, the words dying in his throat when he sees the haunted look on Billy’s face.

“Is it true?” Billy whispers, fiddling with the ring on his finger. His cheeks are pink and his shoulders curled up like all his confidence drained away. 

It makes Steve’s chest hurt to see him like this. He reaches across the table but his hands stop just short of Billy’s. “Yeah, I’m… I’m bisexual. I, um, I was going out with this guy called Sam a couple of months ago but I broke up with him.”

“Why?” 

Billy’s voice is just above a whisper, his eyes shiny with unshed tears and Steve wants to punch himself for putting them there.

“He wanted to, um, to go all the way, and when I said I wasn't ready for that yet, he decided to get it from someone else. I found out and dumped him.”

“Okay.”

“Billy…” Steve waits for Billy to look at him and this time he slides his fingers over Billy’s. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I guess… I guess I was scared.”

“Scared? Steve, I’m gay, what did you think I was gonna say if you told me?”

Steve breaks eye contact and looks down at their hands on the table. His reason for not telling Billy seems flimsy as fuck now. “I was scared I would tell you you’re the reason I realized I was into guys and you wouldn’t feel the same way about me. And you’re too important to me and I didn’t want to risk what we had.”

Billy laughs then, but it’s a wet, sad kind of laugh. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Billy turns his hands over and links their fingers together. “Pretty boy, I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you.”

“You… you never said anything.” Steve feels his cheeks heat up.

“Steve, you always said you were straight. I didn’t see the point. It was hard enough when I knew you were actually in a relationship with someone but when you mentioned Robin setting you up on a date the other day, I couldn’t pretend to be okay with it anymore.”

“I’m sorry, Billy. I’m so sorry.” He can’t believe he almost missed out on this. Almost lost Billy. “I realized you were avoiding me but I couldn’t work out why. Every time I came home from work, I worried you would be gone for good. And it broke my heart.”

Billy must see something on his face because he leaves his side of the table to sit next to Steve, his arm going over Steve’s shoulders and pulling him close.

“Baby… I’m sorry. It hurt too much to be around you.”

Steve wraps his arms around Billy’s waist and buries his face in Billy’s neck, inhaling the scent he knows so well, taking comfort in it. After a moment, he pulls back just enough so he can look Billy in the eye. “I love you. I’m sorry it took me so long.”

Billy doesn’t say anything in reply, instead he moves his hands to cup Steve’s face and presses their lips together. 

Steve melts into the kiss. He never wants it to end. He wants to climb inside Billy’s chest and live there forever. He finds that reality is so much better than any dreams he had.

A discreet cough behind them puts a stop to the kiss and they pull apart slowly. A waitress is standing by their table, holding a tablet to take their order. Steve looks at Billy, who nods with a smile.

“I’ll just… um, pay for the drinks, and we’ll be on our way, sorry for the trouble,” Steve stammers, feeling his cheeks heat up, trying to process the fact that he just made out with Billy in the middle of a fancy restaurant. Oooooops.

“That’s fine, sir, the tab for the drinks was settled earlier,” the woman says with a smile.

“Oh, okay.”

Billy squeezes Steve’s shoulder. “Let’s go home, pretty boy.”

Steve smiles before untangling himself from Billy and getting out of the seat. He feels Billy following as he gets his wallet out of his pocket and pulls a twenty dollar note from it. He hands the waitress the tip and thanks her before taking Billy’s hand in his and leading the way towards the exit.

They make out against the wall while they wait for the Uber that takes them home, and pick up where they left off as soon as they walk through their front door. They kick off their shoes and take off their clothes in record time then tumble in a tangle of limbs onto Billy’s bed.

Steve is naked with the man he loves and they’re kissing and laughing and dry humping like teenagers and he doesn’t remember ever feeling this happy and content with anyone.

Later, when they’re both sated after a couple of orgasms each, they pad to the kitchen in their boxers. Billy makes them chocolate mug cakes that they eat with ice cream under a blanket on the couch. Phones turned off to keep the bubble they’re in intact, they put on Justified.

“Hmmm…” Bill says, looking at the screen with a smirk.

“What?” Steve asks, half expecting what comes next.

“I guess I should have asked Ava or Boyd, really.”

Steve groans as Billy cackles, the blanket falling off them.

“Dick,” Steve says, punching him playfully in the shoulder. “Okay, Raylan or Boyd?”

Billy pretends to think about it, Steve can tell. Then he looks at Steve, all serious. 

“You.”

~~~

Please look forward to the wonderful work from the next contributor: @lorifragolina

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Can you write about the first time Weiss cheated on Neptune with Jaune? How did that happen? Did she expect it to happen? Was flirting involved? You mentioned it but haven't really talked about it.

Could just be headcanon if you don't want to write the scene.

I don’t know if I can call this setting the scene or a “brief” synopsis but…

It all starts at a coffee shop with Weiss and Ruby catching up a bit and hanging out. There’s a little talk about each other’s relationships which leads to showing certain potential faults or cracks in Weiss’s relationship. Nothing damning or serious. Earnest disgruntlement.

As her and Ruby talked, they suddenly hear a worker call Jaune’s name for an order. Sure enough it’s him and he’s also surprised to see them. He had moved after the breakup but was in town for a mission and visiting his sister. After a very short and awkward talk he leaves, making Weiss remember some sad memories.

Fast forward a little bit to a club night Weiss was excited about. At the last minute, Neptune calls and tells her he won’t be able to fly in and go on their date. She tells him it’s alright but it really disheartened because they don’t spend too much time together. Upset and refusing to waste an outfit she just put on, Weiss goes to the party by herself. She’s never been one for alcohol but today was pretty shitty and being sad at a party is the last thing she wanted so she has a couple drinks.

An idiot tries flirting with her and before Weiss could murder the somewhat pushy dude, Jaune shows up out of nowhere pretending to be her date which gets the guy to leave in peace.

✨And now the drama begins ✨

Weiss thanks him despite not really needing the help and Jaune casually accepts. There’s a little more awkward talking before Jaune goes on about his business but Weiss musters the will to ask him to stay so they can properly catch up and because she doesn’t want to be alone. So they start talking, and drinking. The more they drink, the easier talking gets. Eventually the party ends and they’re more than a bit tipsy but not hammered. Still, Jaune wasn’t going to let her walk home alone drunk. It’s not like he didn’t know where she lived. It used to be his apartment too.

Eventually they make it there. Weiss still wants to talk and would feel shitty making him walk home sooooo she invites him in. Instead of getting sober, they might have had a couple more drinks as they discussed life, shared a few compliments and frustrations which inevitably lead to Neptune for a moment. Some stumbling and catching happened which really tipped Weiss over the edge and Jaune by extension after she kissed him. It was like if a strong craving for something was finally being given or rediscovered which lead to a very intense and down right sinful night. That’s how it all starts.

If I were to write a story on all of it the journey would essentially be Weiss trying to put that night behind her but multiple other “meetings” build up to eventually reach that same intensity again. And just to be clear, after the first night she very much has the “oh I fucked up moment and tries to be better, but after that night Jaune 1000% committed to getting Weiss to admit she still wants him just as badly as he wants her. I know on my other blog there’s a post that has him talking about how his mom basically telling him “She’s not married. Fight for it.”

Is it morally correct? No. Do they feel guilty? Absolutely. Jaune mentions breaking up with Neptune a couple times and Weiss is honest with about it. Is it hot? Up to you lol. There’s something marginally attractive about Jaune clearly being a little jealous and Weiss knowing damn well she never stopped loving him but denying it.

And for anyone asking, Neptune is okay by the end of this. He did nothing wrong legitimately. Life happens.

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kiss me.

pairing: jake x reader.

summary: comforting your bf after he has a rough day.

cw: fluff, overstimulation/self-regulation, literally nothing else

word count: 872 + proofread

a/n: i literally wrote this just now in under an hour so sorry if it sucks! for @liseytopia only!!!!!!!!!!!!! ilysm lisey ok enjoy bye guys

as jake walks into your bedroom after a long day of filming and editing, you can immediately tell something is wrong. he doesn’t kiss or hug you when he enters, or even greet you. instead, he simply shuts the door and bee-lines it for your shared bed. he quickly puts on his headphones and grabs a sensory toy from his nightstand, playing with it aggressively as he stares out your bedroom window. you decide to give him some space for a bit before trying to talk to him. this isn’t the first time you’ve experienced this side of jake, and you know when he needs to have isolation time.

you continue working at your desk, listening to jake hum softly to whatever music is blaring in his headphones. you smile to yourself, he knew exactly how to self-regulate and it made you happy. proud that he knew himself so well. after around thirty minutes you finally hear the movement of his fidget toy and his humming stop, and when you turn around in your swiveling chair, jake is looking at you.

he has sad eyes, the ones he gives you when he’s had a rough day and wants your comfort. “i’m sorry for not saying ‘hi’ to you when i walked in earlier. and i’m sorry for not kissing you.”

you walk over and sit next to him in bed, being mindful not to touch him until he makes it clear he’s ready for physical affection. “it’s okay, baby. you have nothing to apologize for. you wanna talk about it?”

he looks down at his lap, nervously alternating between biting at his fingernails and tugging on his hair. “well, everything was going good. but then the restaurant we were supposed to get lunch at closed early, so we couldn’t go there anymore, and then i got a sandwich at another place and the bread was soggy, and it was so gross, and then we got stuck in traffic and everyone was beeping really loud and yelling out their windows, and, and—”

“woah, baby,” you coo softly. “you’re going a little too fast for me right now and i wanna make sure i’m understanding. so, basically everything was going wrong? and it got a little overstimulating sensory wise?” you ask.

“yeah. it just sucked. and i just had to sit for a while and calm down. but now i’m just upset that everything went wrong, and i feel like i didn’t get anything done today that i wanted to,” jake explains.

“hey, baby, you got so much done. you still went out and filmed, right? you got that done. and you texted me earlier saying you were editing a stream for your live channel and how much you liked it. you got that done. i know it sucks to get overstimulated and overwhelmed, but don’t let it take away from all the awesome stuff you did do.” he stops biting his finger and looks up to smile at you. “is it okay if i touch you now?” you ask.

“oh, angel, i’ve been wanting to kiss you since i got here,” he giggles.

you climb into his lap to straddle him and pull his face to yours with both hands. he rests his hands on your waist and smiles as you finally kiss him. his lips are soft and warm, like always, and he tastes like home. you pull away and smile down at him, scratching his head lightly as you do.

he leans into your touch, eyes closing. “feels nice, baby.”

you grin and peck his lips. “how ‘bout if i give you a whole bunch of kisses? will that make up for your shitty day?”

he opens one eye and flashes a blushy smile, “mayyyybbbeeee,” he says, dramatically over annunciating the word like a cheeky child.

a maniacal grin flashes across your face, and you grab his cheeks in your hands, effectively trapping him in your grip. you start by kissing his lips, soft little pecks that are over before he can even register what’s happening. then you move onto his nose and chin and forehead. littering kisses all over every square centimeter of skin you can access. then you move your hands down a little so they’re resting on his neck. you start kissing his eyes and cheeks. he closes his eyes with a sheepish smile as his cheeks grow hot and pink. he giggles as you continue your attack on his face. kissing him so much, so quickly, and making silly little ‘mwah’ sounds as you go.

“stopppp!!” jake yells in faux terror. “stop it!! i can’t take any more!” he keeps on giggling and you keep on kissing him until all your lip gloss is coating his face instead of your mouth. when you finally think he’s had enough you kiss him on the lips again, catching him mid-laugh, when he least expects it. you smile into the kiss as his hands trail up your back.

“you feel better?” you ask.

“hmm… i think so,” jake says. his slightly embarrassed little grin is one you could never grow tired of staring at. he’s so pretty, it just makes you want to kiss him more. so you do.

pics from pinterest and divider from @/saradika-graphics

[astridthevalkyrie]

corner | samantha larusso & robby keene

“Zara…” Robby runs his fingers through his hair again, clearly stressed out and trying to give himself some comfort. Sam feels a bit of sadness—she knows Johnny had to go see Carmen, but had he even said goodbye to his son? She couldn’t imagine her dad leaving the country without at least hugging her, and telling her to be safe.

“Zara came up to me,” he continues, snapping her out of her thoughts. “And I don’t remember anything after that. But…I woke up in her bed today.”

Sam’s veins turn to ice.

tw: discussion of rape, assault, and how zara took advantage of robby + how kyler took advantage of sam. light johnny, daniel and demetri slander. light slander of everyone tbh, including sam and robby. very dialogue heavy.

Her dad is going to kill her.

And if not him, then Chozen.

It shouldn’t be the biggest deal in the world, but they’re here representing Miyagi Do, so the female captain losing her headband looks incredibly bad. Not that Sam thinks she’s lost it, it’s probably in the boys’ room (the singular room, because they’re idiots). She vaguely remembers tossing it off after getting back to the hotel last night, going to visit Miguel out of habit and then remembering he wasn’t here and that he wouldn’t have cell service for a long while. After the run in with the Cobra Kai goons and Axel trying to kiss her, it was a shitty end to a shitty day. She’d all but ripped the headband off in frustration.

It’s in the boys’ room. It has to be. They don’t need another problem right now, what with Miguel having to leave.

With the key card Miguel gave her, she opens the door, not expecting anyone to be in. The other guys are likely either training or wandering around the hotel somewhere. With any luck, Hawk and Demetri had made up, made out, and would stop hindering everyone with this drawn out argument.

It feels weird, not being the center of the drama for once. Weird, but good. Love triangles weren’t fun.

Speak of the devil (or at the least the triangle he was part of).

Robby’s laying on the bed, disheveled and clearly out of it, staring up at the ceiling. He seems to not even have heard her come in until she throws out a casual, “Hey.”

He flinches unexpectedly, and suddenly Sam’s on guard too. But there’s no fight, he only looks at her blankly and responds, “Hey.”

Okay, then.

She and Robby hardly have moments alone anymore, mostly because Sam felt it would be wrong, that even spending any one-on-one time with him would be like cheating on her boyfriend. But that’s bullshit and she knows it, and she doesn’t want to give in to that patriarchal way of thinking even if it is a self-imposed punishment she’s convinced herself she deserves—oh, all of this is so irrelevant right now, she needs to find her headband.

It’s not anywhere in plain sight, so Sam prays it’s on the unoccupied bed. She takes the blankets and ruffles them up and down, looking over and under to no avail.

“Are you looking for Miguel?” Robby asks.

That makes her pause. With a furrowed brow and a tone that might come off a little rude, she responds, “No. Miguel’s not here, remember?”

Robby blinks. “Oh. Right. Um, any word from him or my dad?”

“Not yet.” Sam lets go of the blankets and frowns, noting that he’s wearing the same clothes he was yesterday. “Are you okay? How drunk did you get last night?”

A fearful sort of shadow passes over her fellow captain’s face, and yet he still doesn’t get up, still lying stiffly on the bed. “I don’t know. How drunk did I get?”

Maybe he’s still drunk. She wouldn’t know, she’s never seen a drunk Robby Keene, nor has anyone else. Maybe he was just a little dumber after he had a few shots in him.

“I don’t know,” she repeats his words back to him, lips quirking in a thin line, “I left, remember?”

Robby swallows, visibly. “You left?”

“Yeah. Didn’t wanna be in the same place as the Cobras. Not that it mattered, a few of them caught up with me anyway.”

He sits up, suddenly more lively than he’s been since she walked in. “Did they hurt you?”

“No, they were drunk too. Just spouting off some nonsense.” Besides, even if they had tried to attack, she was almost certain her and Axel could’ve taken them (though she cringes at the thought of Axel translating it to some kind of power couple moment). “Robby, did you hit your head last night or something?”

It’s meant as a joke, albeit a serious one, but he doesn’t laugh. He only runs a hand through his hair, like he’s not quite sure where he is and he’s trying to come back to reality.

“I…don’t remember much,” he confesses quietly. “I remember the Cobras coming in and talking to me. Just trying to start shit, same as they did with you,” he reassures her when she steps forward with wide, concerned eyes. “I couldn’t find Eli or Demetri. Couldn’t find you. And then Zara…”

“Zara?” Had Zara been there? What were the odds of all of them going to the same bar? Barcelona couldn’t possibly be this small.

“Zara…” Robby runs his fingers through his hair again, clearly stressed out and trying to give himself some comfort. Sam feels a bit of sadness—she knows Johnny had to go see Carmen, but had he even said goodbye to his son? She couldn’t imagine her dad leaving the country without at least hugging her, and telling her to be safe.

“Zara came up to me,” he continues, snapping her out of her thoughts. “And I don’t remember anything after that. But…I woke up in her bed today.”

Sam’s veins turn to ice. 

“What?”

There’s a falter in Robby’s expression as their eyes meet, and he winces lightly. “Yeah, I know I fucked up, sleeping with the competition and all.”

There’s a buzzing in her head that is begging for Robby to be playing a practical joke on her. She doesn’t want to acknowledge what he’s saying. They’d all been there at the bar—Hawk, Demetri—she’d been sure one of them would be Robby’s designated driver, or walker, in this scenario. One of them must have seen…one of them must have noticed…

“Robby, you…” Sam swallows, a queasy feeling rising in her throat. “You don’t remember going to her room?”

“No.” His eyes are dim, and he looks down at the bed as though he’s talking about a sparring match he lost. “It was a stupid mistake, okay? You don’t have to tell me.”

Her heart feels like it’s in her throat. “No, Robby, that’s not what I’m saying.” Finally, her feet move, and she sits on the bed in front of him, eyes searching his face in an urgent worry. “You two had sex?”

He bristles. “Apparently. Like I said, I don’t remember. She said she did, though. I didn’t even ask her anything, I just felt weird so I came back here and I’ve been doing nothing.”

Voice cracking, she says his name as softly as she can. “Robby.”

The ends of his brows meet as he furrows them, his body shrinking under her scrutiny. Sam wants to ease up, wants to back off and allow him her space, but she feels like she can’t breathe.

Zara didn’t. Zara couldn’t have.

And Robby can’t be referring to it as a mistake. Least of all his mistake.

Her heart cracks seeing his dazed but nervous eyes, kind green eyes that had never been good at seeing the injustices dealt to him. How is she meant to say this? How is she meant to tell him?

Robby, you were assaulted.

“Um, if you were drunk,” she starts, biting her lip, “it doesn’t sound like you, um…it doesn’t sound like you consented to it.”

Something flickers in his gaze, and Robby leans back, shaking his head. As if to say no, that’s not possible. “I must have at some point last night. I probably said yes.”

“You were drunk,” Sam whispers, her nails digging into her palms, “Robby, that’s not consent. Was…was she drunk too?”

From just the look he’s giving her, she knows what the answer is. She knows what Zara must have done. The unimaginable. 

And suddenly she’s fantasizing about knocking the girl’s phone out of her hand before proceeding to give her the beatdown of a lifetime. Sam feels her blood run hot, as Robby shakes his head again, saying she remembered everything again. And this isn’t any particular desire to beat her on the mat, oh no. Right now, her current fantasy is kicking the shit out of Zara after she’s expelled from the competition entirely.

How dare she. How dare she, how dare she, how dare she. How dare she do it at all, and how dare she do it to one of her friends.

“We have to tell someone,” Sam chokes out, barely keeping a hold on her anger, “we have to tell my dad, your dad—”

“No!” Robby says, raising his voice for the first time, his eyes wide. “Don’t tell them anything, Sam. I mean it.”

A hopeless sort of feeling blooms in her chest and she responds in a weak voice. “What? Robby, what she did isn’t okay, we can’t let her just do that and walk off scott free! Someone needs to do something! Oh my God, if Tory finds out what she did—” And Sam leaps up, her heart pounding out of its chest from rage, concern, fear, she doesn’t know what at this point. Her feet are moving on their own, almost like she could just walk up to Tory’s room right now to tell her exactly what the fuck Zara did so that the two of them can kill her together.

But before she can take a step, Robby is up on his feet too, grabbing her hand in a panic. “Don’t tell Tory.” His voice cracks. “Please.”

The little tremble that follows is what calms her down just enough to look at him. To really look at him. Not just his disheveled, confused, hurt state, but. All of it. Robby has been a mess since they got here, and since maybe before that. Wracked with guilt for what happened with Kenny, devastated at having to watch his almost stepbrother get to go to college while he himself would never even apply, faced with fighting against his girlfriend in the biggest tournament in the world. 

She thinks back to a few days ago when she’d given him grief for not telling them about Kreese, and Sam hates herself a little.

Robby’s shaking, still holding on her hand in such a light grip that it doesn’t really seem like he’s trying to stop her, but rather trying to ground himself. She breathes his name and raises both their hands up, along with her other one, to rest on his cheeks. It’s not a good look, to cup her ex-boyfriend’s face when her actual boyfriend is in a whole other country, but right now, she couldn’t care less.

He leans into her touch, shutting his eyes. There’s a lump in Sam’s throat and she feels tears spring to her eyes, tears that she commands with all her willpower not to fall. He just…he looks so beat up, despite a lack of bruises or cuts, and she’s seen Robby look hurt, angry, upset, but she’s never seen him look so defeated.

Slowly, without being sure who moves first, Sam is hugging him. His own hands rest weakly on her back, and he, Jesus Christ, still smells like alcohol. Oh, Robby. She wants to scream, wants to cry, but wills herself to try and be rational, or at least as rational as she’s supposed to be after learning one of her teammates, one of her friends, was taken advantage of in such a horrible way.

“I should never have drunk anything,” comes his quiet voice, and even as she shakes her head to try and tell him not to even think about blaming himself for this, he keeps going. “Of course someone did something to me. I was so stupid.”

“Don’t say that,” she pleads, pulling him closer, hoping that her hands that are constantly training and fighting might still have some comfort or compassion in them. “Robby, this wasn’t your fault. You can’t think that.”

“I’m the one who got drunk.”

“Everyone there was drunk. I—fuck.” Sam pulls back and Robby automatically stumbles back and sits without the support of her arms, so she follows suit and sits too. It’s uncharacteristic of her to swear, or at least to swear out loud, but the horrible feeling in her chest has spread down to her stomach. “I should never have left. I was sober, I should have kept an eye on you instead of leaving it to Demetri and Hawk.”

Even now, with everything that’s happened and the fact that he’s the one who got hurt, he still gazes at her with those kind green eyes (even when he was in Cobra Kai, Robby’s eyes never had the look—he didn’t really have the killer instinct, and she wonders if anyone else noticed that) and he reaches out and touches her hand. 

Robby, Robby who’d cut her off at Moon’s party which feels like forever ago, Robby who’d let her lean on him the entire walk to the car, Robby who’d taken her to his dad’s place despite hating him then just to keep her from getting in trouble. Robby who she should’ve taken care of the same way yesterday. 

“This was not your fault,” the same Robby says, firmly sounding more sure about that than anything else he’s said the past few minutes, “it wasn’t.”

He’s not touching her just to reassure her, Sam realizes, it’s because he’s desperately trying to get some kind of contact, some kind of comfort. So she turns her palm and lets him hold it without any kind of hesitation.

And she doesn’t believe him, but this isn’t about making Robby soothe her own conscience, so she drops the topic. For now.

“Are you okay?” she asks first, immediately cringing at how stupid it sounds. “Sorry, I mean, just, how do you feel right now? Shitty, I know, but—”

“I’m okay,” he mumbles, in a decidedly not-okay way.

“Can I ask…can I ask why you don’t want to tell anyone?”

Robby looks away, a wary, hazy expression on his face. “I just. I’m already letting everyone down, Sam. Don’t say it’s not true,” he cuts off her protest, “the first round, you and Miguel were still going strong, and I let myself get distracted and forced us out. And I just, keep fucking doing it. I got captain and I’ve done nothing to actually earn it. Both our dads are disappointed in me. I’m letting the team down. I’m letting myself down. I wanted to win. I wanted to win,” he repeats in distress, and she can only squeeze his hand intently, “and all I’ve done is lose. Last thing I need is for them to realize that I’ve done something even more pathetic.”

She wants to argue. Wants to say that none of this matters, that the team and their fathers wouldn’t ever blame him for this, but how can she say that? How can she say for sure? In the most horrible corner of her mind’s eye, she can almost see Demetri shrugging. At least she’s hot. She can see her father making an awkward face, trying to make things sound better than they are. We don’t want to make a scene and jeopardize our place here. She can see Johnny…can she see Johnny? Has she even seen Johnny talk to his son one-on-one since they’ve been here? Would there be anyone on the team who would wholeheartedly support Robby right now?

Miguel would, she thinks, because she’ll go insane if she doesn’t. If Miguel was here, he’d be right next to Sam, comforting his brother. He’d know what to do. He’s much more rational than she is, ironically the Miyagi Do-esque stopper on her Cobra Kai-esque tendencies. 

But everyone else on the team, Sam can’t say. She hates it. She doesn’t want to believe the worst of them, but can’t believe the best either.

So all she says is, softly, “And Tory?”

Robby shudders, shutting his eyes for a second. “You don’t think if I tell Tory she won’t try and commit murder? Tory needs this win. She can’t get kicked out of the competition. I can’t do that to her.”

That’s true. Tory would fly off the rails. Sam’s been the target of that insane rage once before. A very vengeful part of her wants to see Zara be the next target. Wants to assist. Maybe to ringlead.

But if Robby doesn’t want her to say anything to anyone, how can she go behind his back to do that?

Sam’s face twists into something painful, a grimace that always makes itself visible when she loses something. “That’s not fair. It’s not fair that you’re trying to spare everyone’s feelings but your own. Zara deserves to get kicked out of the competition, at least. I know there’s no way of reporting it without letting the senseis find out, but…Robby, it’s not fair,” she says again, as though he’s not completely aware of how unfair it is. “That’s not—it’s not—you didn’t deserve that. No one deserves that. I don’t…I want to help you. Tell me how I can help you,” she pleads.

Above everything, Sam hates feeling helpless.

He looks down, staring at their joined hands with his messy hair sticking out in different ways. It shatters her heart completely, thinking of him coming back to this room in the morning, completely out of it, and then being alone. It reminds her of how she’d cried the first time she found out he’d been living without electricity and all by himself at his apartment. Alone then, too.

But fuck that, she thinks spitefully, she’d made sure he had food and water and a home then, and she’ll make sure he always has at least one person on his side now. Even if it means not getting to beat the shit out of Zara, even if it means snapping at her teammates if they badmouth the other captain. Robby’s been through enough. She doesn’t care about winning this much.

“Can you stay here?” he requests softly, and Sam nods vigorously.

“Yeah. I’ll have room service bring us up some water and food, okay? You haven’t eaten?” He shakes his head. “Okay, I’ll order up some pancakes. And eggs too. And ice cream?”

He shrugs. “Whatever you want.”

It should be whatever he wants. But no one goes through things like this with their appetite as their first priority. So she gets a little bit of everything off the breakfast menu, as Robby lays back down, staring up at the ceiling again. She thanks the host, before hanging up and joining him. They’re both above the blankets, not really looking at each other, wondering what to do. 

This time, Sam takes the initiative and reaches out to hold his hand. He squeezes and she can feel the gratitude.

“You’re, um…” Robby speaks up after a few minutes. “Really knowledgeable about this. I mean, fuck, that’s the wrong word. You just seem like you know what you’re doing.”

There’s a question in there, but she doesn’t know if she wants to talk about the answer. Remembering that hand, trying to touch her, the sinking feeling in her stomach when she’d realized how fucking stupid she’d been.

“We weren’t in the same school then,” Sam begins hesitantly, “but a little bit before we met, I…I was on a date. The guy tried to…score.” She cringes just saying that. “He never got far, I stopped him, but he still tried. And the next day he spread a rumor that we. Y’know. Did stuff. Pretty much everyone believed him.”

There’s no answer, so she turns her head only to realize Robby is all but glaring, not at her, but his brows are pinched so hard that she’d believe he’d invent time travel to prevent it from happening to her in the first place. “Who?”

Any other day, she would say it didn’t matter. Today, because it’s Robby, she answers simply, “Kyler.”

His eyes widen. Sam knows what he’s thinking immediately. He’d hung out with Kyler. Had practically been friends with him. At that time, it hadn’t felt as big a betrayal as him being friends with Tory, because Robby only just learned about Kyler—he’d always known that Tory had attacked her. And if it was anyone else, on any other day, Sam might’ve asked if it would have mattered if he knew about Kyler. If Robby had been so bent on hurting her, would he have really stopped at that boundary?

(And would it have hurt him so much if she had cheated on him with anyone other than the guy who had humiliated him at the All Valley? The guy who his dad had chosen over him? Had she crossed the unimaginable boundary first? Had she deserved what came next?)

She’ll probably never have her answer. But Robby offers a muted, “I’m sorry, Sam,” which makes her need for an answer a little less urgent. “Does Miguel know…?”

“No.” Of course he didn’t. A few months ago, after his campus visit, Miguel had laughed recounting everything to her, saying Kyler’s kinda okay now? and she’d said nothing, only smiling along and pretending that she didn’t resent it. Miguel didn’t know what he’d tried. She’d never spoken about it until now. But he had known about the rumors. Hell, he’d been the one to beat Kyler up for them. For all of Hawk’s snickering about how everyone Kyler had bullied got to beat him up, she’d never had the opportunity. 

Once again, Sam wonders if it would matter. A second later, she reminds herself that this isn’t about her. Not right now.

“It’s okay,” she murmurs, even though it isn’t.

After a few seconds, she asks, “What about Chozen?”

“What about him?”

“Would you tell him? He doesn’t really do the whole disappointed dad act.”

Softly, he snorts. “Yeah, but he overreacts. Besides, word will still get back out to my dad.”

She turns to face him. “So you’re just going to…let her get away with this?” It’s crude of her to say, and a year of competitions and karate gang wars have definitely twisted her mindset into one that only seems to care about winning. And this isn’t just losing. This is an attack, a blow, a sucker punch when someone isn’t looking. 

Robby squeezes her hand again, facing her too, a never-ending, tired fight in his eyes. “What else am I supposed to do, Sam?”

It’s a genuine question. She’s tempted to simply pull him into a hug and hold him close until she was sure Zara was out of the vicinity, the building, the fucking country. She’s tempted for her answer to just be for him to lie low and let her take care of it—and whether taking care of it looks like going to the board and informing them what happened or breaking down Zara’s door then crane kicking her Dad-style in the face, she hasn’t decided yet.

There’s a knock on the door that makes them both flinch, and their shoulders relax at the same time when the person calls out “room service!” Sam stands, going to grab the food.

She might have overdone it, she realizes, when she runs out of hands to hold everything. Eggs, pancakes, bacon, hash browns, waffles, donuts, eclairs, ice cream, small cakes, and more. 

Right as she’s about to request that the delivery guy just leave the cart with them, Robby comes up behind her, taking the rest. He thanks the guy and closes the door, and their eyes meet in bewilderment until a small laugh escapes him. Sam’s heart flutters at the sound, amazed that he even has it in him.

“You really ordered everything, huh? You know we have a limit on how much we can charge on the card?”

“It’s okay.” Sam puts everything in her arms onto the hotel table, sitting on top of it before opening the bags. “I’ll charge it to my card before my dad finds out and gets pissed.”

Robby nods, setting the trays in his hands down as well. They both look down, and her stomach even growls, but neither of them dig in. 

He looks uneasy.

“Hey,” she says softly, “penny for your thoughts?”

Gnawing at his lower lip, Robby sits on the rolling chair in front of her. His expression is pensive, and he makes no motion to touch the food, so Sam doesn’t either. It wouldn’t be fair.

“How am I gonna do the next event?” he whispers hopelessly. “Seeing Tory and Kwon is already messing with me enough. Now Zara? I don’t want to see her. I—I’m getting the feeling that if I do, I’ll be off my game even more. I don’t wanna fuck this up, but I will.”

Sam takes a deep breath. “Robby, can I be honest?” A small nod. “You’re putting way too much importance on the competition. I know it means a lot to you and everyone else to win, and I want to win too, more than anything, but…” She thinks for a second, wondering if she really wants to sue more discourse, but then decides screw it, she may as well. “You’ve been dealt a really shitty hand here. Our dads haven’t been fair to you. Our team hasn’t been fair to you. And I contributed to that when I told everyone about Kreese and Tory, and I’m sorry. I can’t make everyone else change what they think, so I don’t know if this helps you at all, but even if you singlehandedly cost us the next match, I won’t be mad at you. And no one’s gonna say shit to you if I can help it. If you don’t want me to tell anyone what Zara did, fine, I can respect that. I haven’t told anyone about Kyler before either. But I’m also telling you that I’m in your corner whether you end up needing me or not. If you wanna win this thing, let’s eat and go train right now. Somewhere outside, so we don’t have to see Zara, or Kwon, or Tory. If you want to forfeit, I’ll help you figure out how and tell anyone you don’t wanna deliver the news to. If you wanna just stay in here and talk or not talk or order a hundred more things we won’t eat, I’ll do it.” She sets her jaw.  “We’re co-captains. It’s about time we act like it. I don’t care about the competition. You’re my friend. I care about you.”

She’s out of breath by the time she finishes her spiel, and she already knows there’s a million things she forgot to say, and a million more she knows she sounds privileged over—it’s easy for her not to care about the competition when she’s not pinning her entire future on it, of course, and she’s almost about to apologize but stops herself, because Robby Keene has never looked at her the way he is now.

His lips are parted, breathless. His cheeks are tinted red, less in embarrassment and more in astonishment. There’s tears in his eyes, but just like hers earlier, they don’t fall. The two gems shine like emeralds, the same way they do when he gets a point on someone in a match. She always notices them, bad as might sound when she is someone else’s girlfriend, but she can’t help what her mind focuses on.

“You’re in my corner?” Robby repeats, ever so quietly and with a tremor in his voice.

With a small, encouraging smile, she answers, “Always, Keene.” At least, starting now.

“Thank you.” His voice cracks, and Sam thinks it might be okay that she didn’t say all that she wanted to. She thinks Robby gets it. He’s good at that, at knowing what she’s thinking.

 “You wanna train?”

And that’s why it’s hardly surprising that he nods, because she clearly is also good at knowing what he’s thinking. There’s always more fight left in Robby even after life makes it its personal mission to try and beat it out of him. 

And speaking of which…

“I promise not to tell anyone if you don’t want me to.” She reaches over and squeezes his hand just like before. The image of herself in a black gi flashes in her mind’s eye, and for the first time, she isn’t scared of it. “But I also promise that if we advance, and I meet Zara on the mat, I’m going to knock her out so painfully her sponsors will never even put her face on their damn coffee mugs.”

She half expects him to argue, but instead—

“Ice cream first, it’s melting,” Robby says, and Sam agrees, and they eat.

[ksmline]

brave

this trope has been done to death but whatever. reader has had a shitty day and chan attempts to comfort them.

pairing: stray kids bang chan x female!reader

info/warnings: sfw, fem/gendered terms used, chan is a sweetheart

word count: 560

you don’t even want to get into it. all you want is for all this to go away, for you to have at least one good thing happen to you. you curl into the sheets, cold from when your boyfriend made the bed in the morning all those hours ago. the sun is setting now, the orange glare filtering through the windows and settling warmly on your skin. you’re glad your dumpster fire of a day is coming to an end, finally letting yourself sob. 

you don’t know how long you’ve been crying, only that sometime between your sobs reducing to sniffles the sun had gone down completely, and all you’ve left to feel is the darkness enveloping you and the tear streaks wet on your cheeks.

“why’s it so dark in here? did you go to bed already?”

you stay silent, trying to calm your sniffles down. you don’t want to face chan like this, all teary and sad. he’s likely had a long day too. you close your eyes and wait with a heavy heart as he turns on the lamp and begins to undress. you bury yourself further in the covers, willing yourself to fall asleep while he washes up in the bathroom.

“baby?”

it didn’t work. chan’s laying next to you now, a tentative hand on your covered waist and his pretty brown eyes peering into yours. you subconsciously try to look for hints of annoyance in them, and instead all you find is a concern so genuine it prompts the tears in your eyes to flow again.

“oh, baby.” he’s pulling you into him before you can even register you’re crying again. he’s all hard, firm muscle, and he’s holding you tight, but for some reason he feels like he’s melting around you, all warm and soft and comforting and so, so full of love. this just makes you cry more, sobbing pitifully into his neck as chan rubs your back in the most chan way possible. 

you’re grateful he doesn’t ask. it’s all incoherent cooing and soft, gentle murmurs that you let yourself succumb to. channie’s here, honey. it’s okay. channie’s taking care of you now. it’s alright.

you finally quiet down and pull away from his neck, letting him hold you still. your voice breaks, all watery and embarrassing, but you need to speak anyway. 

“i don’t usually cry like this.”

“i know.”

“it’s just the hormones, you know? i’m due my period soon.”

“okay, baby.” 

“it’s like— it’s all these little things, right? they don’t bother me, but they just piled up today and i was sensitive to begin with. otherwise you know i don’t cry.” 

“i know. you’ve always been my brave girl, hmm?” 

that does it for you. you burst into tears again, and he’s even quicker to pull you in this time, continuing.

“and you know that won’t change.” he kisses your head, gently combing your hair with his fingers. “you can always cry when you’re with me.”

you try to say something in response, but his shirt muffles it and turns it into an incoherent, pitiful sort of noise. chan laughs his classic, good natured chan laugh, all giggly and boyish and just so chan, and that’s all it takes for the fog in your head to finally clear, even if it’s just for tonight.

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hiiii, I luv ur writing sm cuz I came across ur Johnnie nsfw alphabet and stalked ur acc 🫶

so this request is kinda picky (but I’ve never left a request so I apologize-) but i want like a Johnnie gulibert x trans male reader where the reader has kind of a shitty day and gets upset, like an angry and sad kinda thing so when they get home Johnnie comforts them? Thankzzz ♥️♥️♥️

johnnie x trans reader having a bad day

a/n: hiii and thank you so much!! this is my first time writing for a non fem reader so if there’s anything in here that was written wrong please let me know and i’ll change it!

you had just gotten off of work,your day had been impossibly bad and you figured it couldn’t get any worse.

several customers had told you that their order was wrong or their food was too hot or cold and you hated it,you hated every minute of it. you don’t know what was in the air that day that made everyone pissed but you didn’t care. all you wanted was to go home and be with your boyfriend

after driving home you walked into you and johnnie’s shared house,slamming the door shut in the process alerting johnnie.

once you reached your shared room he could immediately tell something was wrong. you looked stressed and almost on the verge of tears.

“hey hey what’s wrong?” he asks before pulling you into a tight embrace.

you set your stuff down on the bed,hugging him back after the fact “everyone was being such assholes today” you admit a frown on your face as you continued to hold onto your boyfriend

he rubs your back soothingly before telling you to go change out of your uniform and into some comfortable clothes then the two of you could go lay down together and talk about what went wrong

and you did just that,his arms held you in a right embrace telling you how strong you were for being able to put up with everyone’s bullshit.

“don’t give it too much thought okay? you’re the most amazing boy in the world those people are just having a bad day and that’s no reason for you to have one too”

his hands ran in and out of your hair rubbing your scalp as he calmed you down,saying how tomorrow will be better and that todays almost over. you hugged him tightly as you thanked him for being there for you

[the-phantoms-kiss]

Pillow talk

Leon S Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Angst - Fluff - Smut - 5k

It was a wonderful night, the breeze was cool as it entered through the window, the moonlight shone happily into the room, and most importantly; I was wrapped up in the arms of the man I loved.

This should’ve been the perfect end sequence in a romance movie after the two protagonists have sex, or “make love”, however in my case, it did little to quell the questions that were raging inside my mind.

“Leon…” I whisper softly, propping myself up on my forearms. “What is it?” His voice was deep and tired. Maybe this wasn’t the best time to ask, perhaps I should wait until he isn’t half asleep. He opens his eyes after a while, noticing my lack of a response, and pulls me closer to him with the arm around my waist. “What’s wrong sweetheart?” He sits up, waiting for anything. “I- nothing… it’s okay. I’m sorry for waking you, go back to sleep.” I kiss him on the forehead and let him lie back down properly, resuming his peaceful slumber.

Before I know it the clock says it’s 2:41 and I’m in the same position I was all those hours ago. The same thought has been repeated over and over again. It’s stupid. I know the answer, yet I can’t bring myself to accept it. I should, otherwise I’ll just be wasting time. I get up as carefully as I can, trying not to wake Leon up, which is easier said than done, and I carefully make my way to a small office room in the apartment.

At his old typewriter, I begin to write a letter, it goes as follows;

Dear Leon,

I apologize for not giving you a proper goodbye, but I couldn't bear to look you in the eyes knowing I'd have to leave. It may not matter to you why it is that I'm leaving, hell I don't doubt you won't notice my absence until much later on, yet I still feel as if I owe you an explanation even if it’s a shitty one.

We've been close since that night in Raccoon City, we stuck through thick and thin on various missions afterward and I've seen you grow and change from the young, sweet, and artless rookie that you were. Don't worry, I've had my own changes, and it wasn't until recently that I discovered just how much I changed from the person I was to the person I am today, I've also noted the change from the person I am today to the person I wanted to be back then. I'm leaving in pursuit of becoming that woman I always wanted to be, that woman that I am deep down. A hopeless romantic who wants nothing more than to start a family in a small town with a meaningless job. This rotten city, and whichever other city you get assigned to has no future for me, at least not one that is negotiable. I will always remember you and hold you dear to my heart, but I’m just not sure I can be here any longer without losing myself. I’ve already lost so many, I can’t lose myself. Please don’t be sad, I’m sure you’ll meet others far funnier than I, others who you’ll be able to bear your whole soul to. Please don't track me.

Maybe someday our paths will cross, till then;

Yours truly,

💋

Leaving my lipstick was my signature, the easiest way for him to recognize me. I neatly folded it, put it inside an empty envelope, and set it on his nightstand along with a cup of coffee, just how he liked it. I drove back home and quickly packed up my belongings, stuffing them into the trunk of my car.

I drove up north, only stopping for coffee and gas every once in a while, never settling in a motel for the night, instead, I opted to sleep in the backseat of my car, dreaming of the day I’d finally be free of these plagues. Faking my death was the easiest part of it all, after all, working for the government means anything is accessible and anything is possible if you talk to the right people.

I wonder if he even saw the letter, he probably thought it was some lame excuse to leave without making him breakfast, a habit we had gotten used to over the years of casual sex and crashing over at each other’s place when we were too drunk to drive home. Maybe it was exactly what he was hoping for, a break from me. I guess only time will tell.

Leon’s POV

The smell of coffee lingers in the air, the bed is colder than usual, and she isn’t singing in the kitchen like she usually is when she spends the night, she didn’t even wake me up at 6. Did I somehow dream last night? I was pretty drunk… but that’s not right, the coffee on the nightstand is-. I sit up and grab the mug, it’s cold like it’s just been there for hours, but it’s the same as when she always makes it. This must be some kind of game, ah, and here’s a letter most likely explaining the rules, a bit unusual that she didn’t tell me earlier, usually when she plays these games she at least gives me a heads up. Jesus, why’d I have to be into a detective?

Let’s see, “ ’Dear Leon’, blah blah blah blah, jeez she really got into character this time, let’s just skip to the good part, ‘don’t track me’ What am I supposed to do then? Hope I run into her? Maybe the clues are hidden in the text.” As I reread the entire letter I quickly realize, that this isn’t another one of her games, this is a goodbye. But… no. She must be kidding right? Some sick prank she thought would be funny? She knows how many people have left me… she knows that… she’s… I don’t have anyone… why would she leave if she knew that? “FUCK” I grab the mug and toss it at the wall in a fit of rage, shattering to pieces.

 *RING RING RING* Great who is it now?! Claire Redfield? “My condolences Leon, she was a great teammate and an even better friend.” “What condolences? Do you know how long she was planning this?!” “I don’t know! I would’ve helped her if I had known… she didn’t deserve to go like that.” “Helped her?! Deserve to go out like that?! So what? You’re just going to help her play the victim now?” “Jesus, Leon! Have some respect for the dead, despite whatever religion you may believe in we can both agree that we shouldn’t blame her for killing herself, the blame should be on us who didn’t even notice something was up.” “Killed herself? What do you mean…?” “Stop acting dumb! It’s all over the news! Those damn bastards couldn’t let her rest even after her death.”

That can’t be right… she would have told me if she was even feeling remotely suicidal… she- THE LETTER! SHE TOLD ME! HOURS OR EVEN SECONDS BEFORE DOING IT! WHY WOULD SHE DO SOMETHING SO DRASTIC! I WAS RIGHT NEXT TO HER! I COULD’VE SAVED HER AND EVEN AT THAT, I FAILED! MERE INCHES AWAY AND STILL I- I failed her- if I had gotten up instead of pretending to sleep if I had opened my eyes when she left the coffee on the nightstand… I could’ve prevented all of this…

2 Years later (2005) 7 years after the incident

MAIN POV

The night was quiet, even inside the bar, the bar was quieter than usual as it was late and most patrons would have work the next day. I loved these kinds of nights, the kind where the sound of people talking and low jazz music were nothing but ambiance noise compared to the rain that was pounding on the windows. The doorbell jingled, and a man came in. I must be dreaming, he looks an awful lot like Leon, sure the blonde hair is throwing me off but the resemblance is there, it can’t be, what’s an old town like this got to do with his operations? Maybe I’m drunk, I doubt it since this is my second glass of wine, but stranger things have happened. As I look back away and out the window a heavy set of footsteps walk up to my table. “Excuse me, is this seat taken?” Holy shit. It’s him. Maybe he won’t notice if I keep quiet and look out the window, maybe the changed hair color will throw him off? Right like his threw me right off track. I shake my head side to side, careful to not show my face. “Thanks.” He pulls out the chair, faces it towards the front of the bar, with his back to the window and sits on it. Umm hello? Can you leave? “It’s a nice night ain’t it.” I guess you aren’t going to leave. I just nod. “Cut the shit, I know it’s you.” He slams his beer on the table and turns his body towards me. I feel the hairs on my body stand at the sudden loudness of his voice. The place goes quiet for a second, and I remain quiet as well. “Fine then, don’t speak to me, I’ll talk whether you talk or not.” I stand up and quickly walk outside, speaking as I do. “I don’t want to talk Leon.” He reaches up to me just as fast, and grabs my wrist before I can get into my car, the rain slowly drenching us both.

 “No! You are not walking away from me. Not again. You may have said everything you wanted to that night but just remember that I didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye. You left me with what may have been a reason to move states, but to me it was a letter with a reason to end your life, and that wasn’t fair. You knew that I would find out about your death so why make it seem like a suicide note knowing damn well that you had no intention to do so. You left me when you knew! YOU KNEW THAT I HAD NO ONE ELSE. DO YOU KNOW JUST HOW MUCH IT KILLED ME THINKING IT WAS MY FAULT YOU HAD ENDED IT? I CRIED FOR MONTHS NONSTOP AND WHEN I WOULDN’T BE CRYING I WOULD BE DRINKING, BLAMING MYSELF FOR NOT HAVE ASKED YOU WHAT WAS WRONG THAT NIGHT WHEN THERE WAS OBVIOUSLY SOMETHING WRONG. IT KILLED ME. YOU KILLED ME. YOU HURT ME MORE THAN ANY OF THOSE STUPID MISSIONS EVER DID. AND FOR WHAT? WHAT WAS THE REASON? TO END UP WORKING AT SOME MORGUE IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE? YOU WALKED OUT ON ME. WHY? WHY?! YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE TO COME BACK JUST PLEASE TELL ME WHY!

“BECAUSE I LOVED YOU LEON! I STILL DO! AND I KNEW YOU WEREN’T READY TO SETTLE SO I LEFT. I LEFT THAT NIGHT BECAUSE I LOVED YOU AND I KNEW YOU DIDN’T LOVE ME. IT HURT TOO MUCH NEVER BEING ABLE TO TELL YOU OR SHOW YOU JUST HOW MUCH I DID. AND NO, I DIDN’T GET TO TELL YOU EVERYTHING I WANTED TO SAY IN THAT LETTER BECAUSE I WAS SCARED OF WHAT YOU WOULD DO IF YOU KNEW I LOVED YOU. I AM SORRY I HURT YOU SO MUCH. I JUST COULDN’T LIVE THAT WAY AND I NEEDED TO ESCAPE. I WAS SO BLINDED BY MY OWN PAIN I DIDN’T EVEN REALIZE WHAT I DID UNTIL I WAS SEVERAL TOWNS OVER AND I KNEW IT WAS TOO LATE BY THEN. I LOST IT. I LOST IT LEON. I LOST IT ALL. I- I WAS GOING MAD. IT WAS DRIVING ME MAD THE WAY YOU INTERACTED WITH ADA! YOU WERE HEAD OVER HEELS FOR HER AND I WAS SIMPLY THE SECOND CHOICE! EVEN WHEN WE MET YOU WERE HUNG UP ON SOMEONE! I NEVER HAD A CHANCE.”

“YOU’RE WRONG! I NEVER LIKED ADA! ALL SHE HAS DONE IS LIE AND BETRAY MY TRUST!  IT’S BEEN YOU SINCE THAT NIGHT WE MET! AND YOU’RE RIGHT I WASN’T READY TO HAVE A FAMILY, BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN I NEVER WANTED TO START ONE! ESPECIALLY WITH YOU! GOD I WOULD KILL TO HAVE THE CHANCE TO CALL YOU MINE IN ANY FORM!” His facial expression suddenly changes from anger to sadness, and one can practically see the gears in his brain as he thinks of what to say next. He steps closer his eyes now looking down at his own shoes, and when he speaks it’s much quieter than the previous shouting he was doing, his voice is slightly deeper and he talks slower, as if he’s realizing the meaning of his own words as he says them.

“You don’t know how many nights I spent dreaming about the day I could finally quit my job and just ask you to be mine already. So many nights wishing that all of these viruses would just go away so I could finally take you out to dinner and treat you the way you always deserved. I just wish you would have let me tell you that instead of making choice for me. I love you. I love you so fucking much it hurts. Surely you must know that… right?” I pull him in by his jacket, and I kiss him. I kiss him like there’s no tomorrow and he kisses back just as passionately, his arms wrapped rightly around my waist pulling me and closely as possible and it still wasn’t enough. For what feels like an eternity we stand there, drenched and yet it doesn’t bother us, and it isn’t until our lungs beg for air that we finally pull apart. He picks me up bridal style and runs to the passenger side of his car putting me inside, takes off his wool jacket and lays it on me gently before running back to the driver seat and driving to my house. “How- that’s a stupid question it'd be stranger if you didn’t know my address.” He chuckles, but that doesn’t answer my second question, “If you have something to say then say it, I don’t want you keeping any questions from me ever again.” He looks at me, frowning. “How many times did you have to look at my address to memorize the path from the bar to it?” “Too many, honey.” That’s all I wanted, a sweet nickname that I know only I’ll hear. While he drives he puts his hand on my thigh, and it feels so unbelievable right.

When we arrive he runs back over to my door to open it and extends his hand for me to hold, I run to the door and unlock it running inside for shelter as the rain falls in bigger drops, “I’m going to go shower really quickly, make yourself at home.” “Can I join you?” his hand still on mine “Don’t get too ahead of yourself, I’ll be out in a second I promise.” I kiss his forehead, and run to the restroom to shower before I catch a cold. When I get out of the shower I shiver, only wearing a towel, he’s in my room, standing by the fireplace that is now ablaze while he looks at the pictures and trinkets I have on it. “I left some hot water for you, better run and shower before I go back in.” He doesn’t answer, he just motions for me to come closer and when I do he holds my waist with one hand, the other holds out a framed picture of the both us selfie, it was taken on my 21st birthday, we were in a booth in a bar, jeez why are we always at bars? “I have this exact same picture framed on my nightstand. We’ll make it. I promise.” He kisses my forehead, his hair still damp and cold from the rain, after a few seconds he pulls away and goes to shower. Should I bring some wine? What about lingerie? Too much? Yeah, too much. I just want to make it up to him. Candles! Music! Is Jeff buckley too much heartbreak? Chris Isaak? Nine Inch Nails? Too kinky for our first romantic time. Alannah Myles? Yes. Black velvet comes on first too?! Perfect.

As if on cue Leon comes out of the bathroom with a towel covering his lower half, I just can’t help it and I run into his arms pulling him in to a kiss once again, he must’ve been feeling the same way because his hands immediately land on my hips and he pulls me flush against his chest, my hands on his hair. He picks me up bridal style and carefully throws me onto the bed, climbing on top of me, his hands roaming any bare skin I have, his kisses growing sloppy and eventually moving down my neck occasionally nipping and leaving his mark, kissing back up my jaw and nibbling right below my ear, the sound of his heavy breathing makes me rub my thighs and he instantly notices, pulling them apart and throwing the towels which hung loosely around us onto the floor. It was like he was analyzing which part he should go after first. His kisses go between the valley of my breasts, and he carefully pinches both nipples at the same time, his tongue leaving a trail as it goes lower and lower, “Leon, please,” My voice barely above a whisper, “I wanna be yours… I’m going to make you mine.” His lips right above my clit the vibration still going through. And he kisses it, slowly at first, his fingers never leaving my nipples, then he speeds up, instead of kissing it he’s just flicking it with his tongue, running circles on it, sucking, and blowing on it afterwards. My moans grow louder, it’s too much, his touch is too much, and it’s about to be more. “So many nights I dreamt about this.” And without a warning one of his fingers goes into me, as he curls and moves it in and out, adding a second one and doing scissor motions, his lips now repeating the same actions from before but now on your nipples constantly switching between them. “Leon it’s too much- I-“ “Cum on my fingers.” I don’t need to be told twice and he just speeds up his ministrations as my legs shake.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good tonight baby, you’re never going to be the same.” I moan and twist his hair between my fingers. After I’m done he pulls out his fingers and licks them clean, “God how I’ve missed your taste.” And before I know it he’s between my thighs again like a starved man, curling his tongue inside and his hands massage my hips keeping them from bucking, his nose rubbing against my clit every once a while and his tongue runs over my walls like he can’t get enough, “Leon don’t stop please- you- you- feel so-“ My legs shaking again, thighs crushing his head and he groans, the vibrations going through my entire body. And as I come down from my high he’s licking every last drop, “So pretty when you cum” without warning he’s shoving his dick in me, one of his hands holding my legs on his shoulders and the other holding my hips, angling them up getting in even deeper, setting a sharp and quick pace. I pull him in with my legs, his hands now pressing my thighs to my chest and his lips meet mine for a messy kiss, both moaning into each other’s mouth the new angle has both of us seeing stars and I involuntary clench around him every once in a while making his knees buck, “Fuck, keep doing that and I won’t last.” “I don’t want you to last.” I scratch my nails on his back and his scalp, and he moans in my ear. “You sound so pretty when you moan.” And he blushes hiding his face in my neck, groaning and moaning. “I- I’m close- Leon-“ “Cum for me.” And I snap, my walls gripping him tighter than he could imagine, and he cums as well, his knees bucking and his body shivers on mine. His hands bruising my hips but I couldn’t care any less. After a few more seconds of him pistoning in and out he finally falters, and he lies on top of me for a while, now it’s just our heavy breathing and the long-forgotten CD still playing in the background. As he pulls out he lays his head on my chest and covers us both, I softly run my fingers along his hair, his own fingers drawing shapes on my skin. “I love you.” We both spoke simultaneously, “Jinx” “That’s not fair.” He jokingly frowns, “Nuh uh, can’t speak, I said jinx.” After some silence I speak up again. “Do you remember when we first met?” He just remains silent, “I know you’re awake.” “You said I couldn’t speak.” “Fine.” “Leon,” Saying his name slowly, a kiss on his forehead, “Leon,” repeating it even slower, a kiss on his nose, “Leon.” Barely above a whisper, a kiss on his lips, “I think about that night every day.” He replies. “Do you remember?” “Crystal clear.” The memories flooding back to me.

We met in a bar a day before the incident, a town outside of Raccoon City, I walked in “Can I get whiskey on rocks?” I ordered, and a voice came from next to me “Are you even old enough to drink?” The man was unbelievably good looking, but obviously out of it. “Excuse me? I fail to see how that’s any of your business.” “I’m a cop. It is my business.” He flashes his badge, “A drunk one. You’re no better than I am.” He chuckles “You didn’t answer my initial question.” “I did you just didn’t like my response.” “I could take you to jail right now.” “In that condition? You’d probably crash before we even got in the city.” “I can drive just fine.” “You sure? Because by the look of your dilated pupils, you’re either drunk or in love.” “Or?” he smirks, “As if.” The bartender is way too tired to pay attention to either and simply passes you the drink, you hand him cash, “You’re not even going to ID her? And they say we’re the corrupted ones.” “Listen here, if you’re just going to come in and talk shit with our customers then feel free to make your way out.” The bartender responds, of course, he’d have your back, you’ve been a regular for months. “Fine. I guess I will.” He stands up immediately feeling dizzy as he slightly stumbles out of the bar, I follow behind him I can’t afford such a handsome guy getting himself killed on the road. “Let me drive. You’ve obviously had too many and I’m sober.” “After that whiskey?” “Believe it or not some of us actually have a tolerance to alcohol. I didn’t finish it anyway.” He sighs outside his car, taking a moment to think, he puts his hand on his head and hands me the keys walking over to the passenger side.

“Where to?” “Any hotel nearby.” “Are you sure you don’t want me to drop you off at your house?” “Don’t have one.” It’s dark out and the road is empty other than the occasional gas station, “So… what brings you out here anyhow?” “To the bar or to the city?” “Both” “Mainly work, I’m starting my first day as a cop tomorrow in Raccoon City.” “Wow, I could’ve been your first arrest, lucky you.” “So you admit you’re underage” “I’m 20 alright lay off it, say you don’t look old enough to drink either.” “That’s because I’m 21.” “Aha! You’re no better than I am.” “At least I waited.” “First of all I call bullshit, and second of all getting wasted isn’t exactly waiting. You drank tonight more than I’ve drank in these past months. What about the bar? A celebration for your new job?” “My girlfriend broke up with me yesterday, needed a drink to forget. What about you? Do you go there often?” “I’m sorry to hear about your ex. Well, college is hard and family doesn’t make it easier so we all cope in some way or another.” “Ah family, I can relate to that.” “They didn’t want you to be a cop?” “They’re dead now but I’m sure they wouldn’t be proud. They were wrapped up in crime more often than not, a cop helped me out that night though, and helped me get into an orphanage.” “That’s sweet” he smiles, god he’s cute. “What are you studying in college?” “Mortuary science.” “Isn’t that just lovely.” I laugh and he looks at me with these huge puppy eyes. “Don’t think I’ve seen you smile this whole time, you’re pretty cute when you smile.” “Only when I smile? Good golly.” He laughs again, “Didn’t even deny it.” I whisper under my breath as I shake my head, “You’re always cute, you’re just too sassy for me to see it.” I just blush and keep quiet for the rest of the ride, turning on the radio to play some jazz quietly in the background as the rain starts pattering down the windshield. At one point he simply passes out, man is he adorable when he sleeps, his eyelashes are so thick, and his faint freckles are scattered around his cheeks and neck, man his ex must’ve been blind and deaf, don’t know how she could just give up on this cutie. As I see a nearby motel I notice the gas tank is close to empty and I park at the motel. “Excuse me how close is the nearest gas station?” “About 4 miles up north, but I wouldn’t recommend walking out there this late, with the heavy rain and the recent murders in the city it is too dangerous to be out.” “I’ll book two rooms then,” As I finish up paying I walk back out to the car to get the stranger, recent murders huh? What if he’s the killer? Nah he’s too sweet for that. He could be acting… I’m sure it’s fine. “Are you awake? I got you a room, seems we’ll have to be neighbors for the night since this car isn’t going anywhere.” No answer. Guess I’ll have to carry him, man he feels like a steel wall, god, I’m going to be sore tomorrow. After carrying him to his room and push him onto his bed his hand grabs onto mine, and he pull me onto the bed with him wrapping his arms around me, whispering a name, still very much asleep. After a while I manage to get his arm off of me and to my room as quietly as possible knocking out on my bed.

In the morning I wake up to the sound of the sound of knocking on the door, as I peek out I see the lady from last night, her husband is offering to drive me to the gas station and I quickly agree and get in his truck. The drive to was quiet filled with occasional small talk, on the ride back however, he stared asking more personal questions, putting his hand on my shoulder every once in a while. When he parked he kept the doors locked looking over at me as if he’d seen his first meal, “If you’d like, I can help you fill up” his tone lower and he leaned towards me, “No thank you, I’m running a bit late could you-“ “Listen princess, my wife is probably taking a nap right now and I think it’d be in both of our interest if we had a little fun.” I quickly move my hand and unlock the doors, but he grabs my wrist tightly before I can open it. “Let me go! My friend is a cop and he will arrest you!” He chuckles and my god it is the most disgusting sound I’ve ever heard. Oh yeah? Where’s this friend of yours at?” “Right here.” A familiar voice responds from behind the man as his door swings open and he gets pulled out of his seat, and before the man could even fully raise his fist he gets punched in the nose, falling back unconscious. Seriously badass. He quickly runs around to my side and opens the door, holding his hand out for me to take and I gladly do so. “Thank you.” I pull him into a hug and he reciprocates the action, after pulling away he holds his hand out “I’m Leon Kennedy, sorry I didn’t introduce myself earlier.” I introduce myself and shake his hand. After filling up the tank we drove back to the bar, the same place I’d left my car the night before.

We stop at a diner to eat lunch, his treat of course since he turned out to be a gentleman, lending me his jacket when it got cold outside and walking me to my car as we said our goodbyes, both knowing we didn’t want to go our separate ways. I give him my phone number and he does the same, and with that I’m in my car alone, and he’s in his equally alone. It wasn’t until I got half way back home that I realized he’d forgotten his jacket, and I would’ve kept it if it didn’t contain his badge along with other belongings. Thankfully I knew he’d most likely be heading to the police station over at Raccoon City so that’s where I’d be going for the rest of the day, I didn’t have anything planned anyways so it’d be a fun roadtrip. By the time I was only half an hour out of the city it was already dark and I needed fuel stopping at a gas station which coincidentally had Leon’s car parked right outside it. I got out ready to surprise him when out of no where a bloodied woman came to my window banging her head against it, not knowing whether to help her or seek Leon inside the dark gas station I climb over the passenger seat and run towards the building turning back to see a swarm of them hurling towards me. As I turn an isle I walk into Leons back, he quickly turns pointing the gun right at my forehead, “DON’T SHOOT! IT’S ME!” He doesn’t even respond he just grabs my hand and leads me out to the nearby police cruiser which was luckily on. I get into the passenger seat and he gets into the drivers, quickly stepping on the gas pedal. After we were seemingly in the clear he speaks up “What were you doing there?” Not angry but obviously shaken by the experience, “You forgot your jacket, I was going to drive to RPD and leave it there but I spotted your car at the gas station.” He looks down at me, noticing the jacket still on me, “Oh, thank you.” I take it off and hold onto it for the rest of the ride, we were both quiet, trying to process what we’d just seen. Eventually stopping outside of another diner within the city. From then on it’s all just history. 

3 Years later (2008)

"Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer keeping yourself unto him for as long as you both shall live? If so, answer I do."

“I do.”

"Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer keeping yourself unto him for as long as you both shall live? If so, answer I do."

“I do”

“You may now kiss the bride” 

And with a searing kiss, we begin a new chapter in our lives.

AN: I pulled an all-nighter so please like and reblog 👏🏻😭

[gffa]

We don't know one another at all, but I do like and respect the person who I see reflected in your blog. Whatever it is that you're going through, I hope the sadness passes quickly and the joy remains.

*hugs*

Thank you for the kind words, they're very appreciated, and I hold dear the group of people in our corner of fandom, so when something happens, I do turn to you guys. I don't know how to explain things, because it has years and years and years of context that I can't and won't get into tonight, but let's just say It's Complicated As Hell, the only thing I can say is that, despite my often contentious relationship with him and the things he did and said (decades of never-ending pain and increasing disability make things very complicated), despite that this had been coming for a very long time, I'm still really sad that my dad died today. He's not in pain anymore, this is a relief on so many levels for everyone and most especially him, I've known it was coming for a long time, but I'm still gut-punched by it and I don't know what the future is going to look like without him in it. The world is entirely different for me today and I'll be okay and it was time, but also I'm scared and sad and I feel everything at once tonight and I don't know how to process it, other than to take it in small bites at a time and with a lot of distractions along the way. (I've never talked about this publicly, about the way my family's lives revolved around my dad's health, because it wasn't something I was ready to deal with if people were shitty about it and I just felt it wasn't time, but now that he's passed, I want to be able to say it. That any time I was dealing with personal stuff and asked for patience, it was probably because my dad was in the hospital again or because he was being moved to hospice care or because he was being set up on dialysis that is so much more complicated than you know. And now I'm dealing with it all being over, aside from the burial and the obit and all the after-death stuff, and the processing of all those years of things not being kind to anyone, that he's finally not in pain anymore. So, please be patient and kind with me one more time, and thank you guys for listening.)

[waltwhitmansbeard]

Thanks a lot! In that case, may I request 31 ("I'm not that sick!") from the "hospital" prompts ([your blog name plus tumblr dot com]/post/712265432276582400) with Grog and Scanlan, please?

31. "I'm not that sick!" setting this pre-tlovm! tw: vomit

Back in Emon, and Scanlan has one thing on his mind. He's been singing a song under his breath all day, making it up as he goes, and he's running out of rhymes for "whorehouse." He's got his best leather pants on, his lute is tuned, the cube is trimmed. All he needs is—

"Grog?" He hasn't seen his giant friend since they all got back from clearing out a huge goblin camp about a day south of Emon earlier today. He and Grog share a room in this shitty inn they've found, but the big guy is nowhere to be found. He checks with Vax and Percy, but they haven't seen him, and when he knocks on the girls' door, Vex just yells at him to go away.

So he wanders down into the tavern area, which is dank and sticky but not in a fun way, but there's no towering half-giant to be seen. The barkeep knows nothing, the hot serving lady whose scrumptious butt is mercifully at Scanlan's eye level hasn't seen him, and Scanlan is at a loss.

"If that fucker left without me I'm gonna kill him." Scanlan stomps to the bathroom, needing to piss before heading off to the brothel on his own. When he opens the door, the first thing that hits him is the smell. He's been in some truly unspeakable lavatories in the worst dives in Tal'dorei, but this is something else. The second thing that he notices is the sound of violent, disgusting retching.

"What the—Grog?"

Jammed into a stall, his massive shoulders hunched in awkwardly, is Grog, whose entire spine ripples as he vomits up what Scanlan can only assume is a literal demon into the toilet. When he's done, he lets out a pitiful moan, his forehead crashing against the back wall.

"Geez, what did you eat?" Scanlan strums his lute, and his purple spectral hand appears, floating over to pat Grog's back.

"I dunno," Grog rumbles. "Couldn't read it." He reaches a hand back to point at something, and Scanlan follows the finger to see an empty bottle that rolled under a sink. He grabs it and reads Doctor Sigworth's Arcane Emetic and Efficacious Rat Poison. A crude drawing of a dead, vomiting rat is featured on the label.

"Buddy, you drank all of this?" Another sad groan. "If you weren't you, you'd be dead right now."

"I'm—ugh—I'm okay." With shaky arms, Grog pushes himself up to stand. "I think...I think it's all—" And another wave of bile spills out of him.

"That's it, I'm getting Pike." Scanlan turns to leave.

"No, no! What..." Grog pants. "...what about the lady house?"

"Yeah, I don't think even the cheapest courtesans in Emon are going to be into all of that." The purple hand gestures broadly at Grog. "We don't have the money to tip that much."

"What!" Grog turns to frown at him. "But I'm not that sick!"

Just then, Grog's stomach gives an ominous gurgle, and Scanlan has just the look of panic in Grog's eyes to warn him of what's coming. He leaps into the next open stall, barely dodging the spray of stomach acid that now covers the front wall of the bathroom.

"Okay," Grog gasps, bent over and wheezing. "Maybe I'm a little sick."

"You think?!" Scanlan shrieks. "You turn around! I'm getting Pike." Once Grog has obeyed, Scanlan storms out of the bathroom, grumbling under his breath. Now he's definitely not getting laid today.

[leona-hawthorne]

hi, you don’t have to respond at all (there would be no point because i won’t be using tumblr anymore after today, and i wouldn’t be able to see it anyways, but i also understand if you don’t read this and immediately delete it. either way, i won’t know.)

i just wanted to let you know that it really hurt my feelings when i found out you blocked me on my second blog even though i followed your rules and told you i am in my mid twenties. i wasn’t even following you on my second blog, nor have i ever liked or interacted with your posts on my second one. so to receive another block on my second blog where i hadn’t broken any rules left me completely shocked, hurt and confused, and made me feel completely awful as a fan.

i’m already very anxious and depressed and don’t interact with people very much, so it took a lot to gather the courage and message one of my favorite writers to apologize for any wrongdoing on my part because i hadn’t realized my mistake at the time. i was incredibly nervous and scared and immensely grateful that you cared enough to respond. 

and then for me to be completely understanding, kind, take accountability, follow your rules, accept the consequences of my wrongdoing on my main blog, and wish you a good day and you wish me a good day in return, only for you to go out of your way to block me on my second blog after a really nice conversation, felt like our conversation was fake and it made me feel really shitty and more stupid than i already feel. 

you are absolutely 1000% completely entitled to your choice, and i learned my lesson because it was my fault for not realizing i should be putting my age in my blog description, because im new to tumblr & again, im dumb. 

but i just wanted to let you know that sometimes certain actions can come across as a bit mean, and the way i was treated felt like you were purposely icing me out from being a fan of your blog. 

you’re really a wonderful writer and i enjoyed the stories that i was able to read on your blog in the little time that i spent on here. i wish you the best and happy holidays. 

hi anon,

thank you for taking the time to share your feelings with me. i want to start by saying that i’m genuinely sorry if my actions made you feel hurt or unwelcome. i understand that this situation has been upsetting for you, and i never intended to make you feel that way.

i want to clarify a couple of things. when i initially blocked your second blog, it was not done out of malice, but because i felt it was consistent with the boundaries i’ve set for my own comfort on this platform. my decision there was based on the fact that i wasn’t confident in your age initially, and i felt it was better to err on the side of caution. it wasn’t personal, nor was it intended to make you feel unwelcome or excluded.

after reflecting and discussing the situation, i actually unblocked both of your blogs not even an hour later because i wanted to reach out, apologize for any misunderstanding, and perhaps get to know you better. however, by that point, you had already blocked me back, so i was unable to contact you privately.

i get that this situation hurt you, and it’s okay to feel sad about being blocked—it happens to everyone at some point online. but the way you expressed those feelings came across as a bit much. it’s not fair to expect me to carry the weight of how this affected you, especially when i’ve tried my best to act respectfully and protect my own boundaries.

if you do see this, please know that i would have preferred to handle this privately, but since i can’t contact you any other way, i have no choice but to respond here. if you see this and still wish to continue the conversation, please reach out to me privately and maturely rather than through my inbox.

i understand that you’re new to tumblr and that this has been a learning experience, and i appreciate your willingness to take accountability for the initial misunderstanding. however, it’s also important to recognize that sending such a lengthy message in my inbox—particularly when it seems designed to invoke guilt—is a lot to process emotionally on my end as well. it's overwhelming. i’m a person too, and like you, i try my best to navigate these interactions with kindness and fairness. i can’t always predict how my actions might affect someone emotionally, but i do my best to act in a way that feels right for me.

i’m not perfect, and i don’t always handle every situation right, but this is just tumblr. i’m just one random writer on the internet, and being blocked or unblocked by me shouldn’t have this much power over your happiness or self-worth.

with that said, if you truly are leaving tumblr, i wish you nothing but the best moving forward. i hope you find peace and happiness wherever you choose to spend your time next. happy holidays, and take care.