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nickfowlerrr · 10 months

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missing you

pairing: bucky barnes x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. smut. fluff. unprotected sex. mention of stretch marks. & just like the teeny tiniest bit of angst.

words: 2.2k

notes: this is me trying to decompress after an absolutely abysmal week. enjoy.

thank you in advance for reading and reblogging. feedback and comments are always welcome and so appreciated. 🩵

Your back aches as you trudge into your room, passing your roommate sitting in the living room on your way inside without a word before hiding yourself away.

You toe off your shoes and throw your bag on the futon, then toss your phone on the bed.

Your room is dark, the only hint of light is the glow of your television you’d forgotten to turn off before leaving for work this morning.

You don’t bother with the light as you rid yourself of your jeans.

All you want in this moment… all you want is to be held.

Your body is worn and you are just so. damn. tired.

You get into bed and bury your face in the pillows as you feel your eyes start to well with the emotions you’ve been trying to brush off all week. It’s all catching up to you and you know you need the release, so instead of fighting off the tears you allow them to flow unbidden. You can’t pinpoint one exact thing that has you feeling so lousy and that feels even worse. But you know it’s really not that complicated. You’re just tired. Mentally, physically, and emotionally.

You have nothing else to give and you know no one has anything to offer right now.

So you’ll just lie here. For as long as you want to, for as long as you can. You’ll cry, you’ll watch some tv, you’ll sleep, and all the while you’ll be missing the one person who would be able to make you feel even the slightest bit better.

You let the tears flow, muffling your cries into your pillow as your thoughts float to him, your heart desperately longing for him.

You wish he was here. More than anything.

You were already exhausted and the crying only added to your tiredness. You were soon sleeping with your body pressed against the cool wall next to your bed, your body pillow in between as you fell swiftly into a deep sleep.

There's a heavy weight around you as you murmur groggily and try to roll over, to no avail.

You blink your eyes open to the darkness that shrouds your room as you try to gain your bearings.

What the hell is going on?

It's not till you move your arm that you brush against the heavy weight keeping you in place.

You know it's him instantly. The warmth of his body hugging yours is all at once familiar and comforting.

You run your thumb soothingly up and down the part of his arm your hand rests on as you hum contentedly, your eyes shutting on their own.

You recognize his legs tangled with your as you both lay on your sides, your back to his firm chest.

There's a purr that sounds from Bucky's chest before he tightens his arm around you, keeping you close. "Hey, sweetheart," he whispers sleepily in your ear as he nuzzles into you.

You smile into the dark as you lean back into him. His large hand is splayed over your tummy and he lets his fingers drag back and forth over your softness, tickling you a bit as he does.

His fingers dance over some of your stretch marks as he continues his languid touching.

"You're here," you whisper back quietly with a small, sleepy smile, knowing he can hear you just fine. "I thought you said next week,"

"Got back early," he responds, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder. "Wanted to surprise you. Your roommate let me in. I don't think either of us were expecting you to be asleep at 8pm on a Friday," he laughs softly, though you can hear the hint of concern and care that laces his voice - you can feel it in his gentle touch and protective hold. You can feel his love in all of it, too. He'd only been gone a week, but it was still too long. You've missed this so much; you've missed him.

"Tired," you murmur, not wanting to get into the details of your week right now, or what the real reason you were dead to the world so early tonight was. You simply wanted to just be there with him. To feel him.

He presses his lips to your temple sweetly before mumbling a soft "okay," against your skin. Letting it go for now.

"Tomorrow," he adds just loud enough so he knows you hear him.

You reach your hand up and brush his face clumsily before your fingers find their way into his hair, threading through the long dark strands. He lets you lead his face closer to yours as he leans into you. He can see better than you can in the dark and easily finds your lips, knowing that's what you were wanting.

You wiggle up against him to meet him in the kiss and he can't help the soft moan that slips past his lips as your ass brushes against him.

You tug on his hair ever so gently, teasingly as he kisses you again, deeper this time. His hand is gripping your hip tighter now as you press yourself more firmly to him.

It's then you realize Bucky has been sleeping next to you in nothing but his boxers while you're in nothing but a thong and your bra.

"Missed you," you mutter against his lips. You let go of his hair and slip your hand back down while you turn back facing the wall once more. You adjust your position, your ass flush to his half hard cock that's growing in his boxers, before tilting your head back on his chest. "Need you," you whisper breathily.

Bucky already has one leg between yours, but he decides to move back to get his boxers completely off before he pulls your sky blue thong down your thick thighs. Both pairs of underwear are tossed to the floor as he gets back to you, snuggling up to you as he places kisses all over your shoulder, up your neck, to your cheek.

You sigh as you feel his erection against your ass and bend your top leg up while jutting your bottom leg back, opening yourself up for him.

Bucky grips his stiff cock in his flesh hand before guiding his tip to your slick entrance, already so wet for him.

You moan softly in tandem as he presses just into you, stilling as your walls throb around his thick, bulbous head. He grunts quietly, knowing you have to keep your voices down. He restrains himself and makes a mental note to take you back to his place first thing in the morning. Soon as he gets the copy of his key he's been waiting on, he's hoping you'll say yes when he asks you to move in and you'll never have to stifle those pretty little noises you always make for him ever again.

He slowly pushes into you, deeper, and deeper. He's taking his time as you squeeze him desperately, making sure you feel each and every inch of him inside of you.

When Bucky is seated fully in your tight pussy, he slowly, achingly slowly, slides right back out of you. Not fully though, as his tip stays nestled inside your warmth before he slides back in, rubbing and rutting against you perfectly and hitting that special spot just right, over and over again as he fucks you nice and slow and deep.

It's so nice.. it feels so. fucking. good. Tears spring to your eyes at the compounding feelings. Bucky is making you feel incredible, and you've missed him so much, and you just never want this to end.

When his cock is deep inside of you again, you touch back your hand to his hip as his pelvis is flush to your ass and urge him to move faster. He pulls out slightly before he fucks back into you harder, the soft slapping of his skin against yours is all that can be heard as you stifle your moans and whimpers with your hand over your mouth and he bites into his lip, breathing out through his nose with his labored breaths.

He slams into you more and more forcefully as his hand crawls down your stomach, down your pelvis and his fingers find your sensitive clit while his heavy balls slap against you with his every thrust, turning you on even more. He rubs at you gently, teasingly, at first before he circles your clit with perfect pressure as you gasp sharply, and your walls tighten around his cock even more.

Bucky is chasing your highs as he doesn't let up for a second. You know he's close by how desperate he's getting, and it only gets you closer. Faster, harder, more erratic as he loses his rhythm slightly..

Another slam of his hips and a guttural moan that slips past his defenses as he hits you just right has your whole body suddenly tensing and your toes curling as your legs shake from the white-hot pleasure that shoots through you in waves of cascading, overwhelming ecstasy. You don't make a sound as you're hardly breathing through the mind-blowing orgasm, made all the better as you feel Bucky still when he buries himself fully in your cunt and releases inside of you, his cum shooting along your walls and filling you up. You're dripping his seed as he thrusts a few more times, the wet squelching has you hot all over as he fucks it back into you.

"Fuck," he breathes, sounding surprised with himself. "You're gonna be leaking me for days, princess," he speaks hotly into your ear before he brushes his lips along your soft cheek. "And you took it so well." Another kiss. "You always take me so well," he says proudly with the corner of his lips up twitched in a smirk. Another kiss as his hand returns to your hip and he rubs you lovingly.

"You feel so good, I just wanna stay here," he punctuates with a soft thrust of his cock along your still sensitive walls.

You mewl quietly at the feeling and at the thought of him staying exactly where he is. He's right, it feels good. You'll never get over how amazing it is, how perfect it feels to be full of him. You love it.

"Then stay like this," you say, though it comes out like a plea as you pull his hand into yours, intertwining your fingers as you rest them on your tummy.

"Yeah?" he asks. "You wanna keep me warm? Missed me that much?" he teases playfully as he holds you close.

"I always miss you," you tell him. "Anytime you're away, I'm missing you. More than you could ever imagine."

Bucky feels like mush at your words, cuddling you tighter as a tension he'd been carrying since last week somehow eases at your reassurance. That you did miss him. That you do want him. That you do love him.

He feels like the luckiest man in the world to have your affection, and your heart. Every time he leaves you, he leaves a piece of himself with you. And he never feels quite whole until he's with you again. Especially like this. With you in his arms, your hand in his, in peace. Loving, blissful, peace.

"I'm always missing you right back," he whispers before kissing your head softly. "I love you."

"I love you. more than anything."

"More than everything," he responds as he feels your breathing changing with your sleepiness.

He smiles to himself, almost can't believe how easily you're about to fall asleep as his cock is still nestled snug along your velvety walls.

"Sleep, doll. I'll be right here in the morning. Pack some stuff and we can have the weekend to ourselves at my place, yeah?"

"Yeah," you smile sleepily. "That's perfect," you nearly slur, the words heavy on your tongue as you speak them. “‘M so glad you’re here, Buck.”

Bucky waits until he's sure you're asleep again to pull out of you, as carefully as he can manage.

As hot as the sight is, he doesn't want you to wake up in an uncomfortable sticky mess. He makes his way quietly to the bathroom where he relieves himself before cleaning up, then returns to you to clean you up, too.

He wipes away his spend and the cooling mess of your combined releases along your skin before placing soft kisses along your thighs, trailing his lips lightly over your plump cheeks, then along you hip before trialing them up your side, his fingers following suit as he sidles his body up behind you, returning his hold on you once more. Your bodies are flush as he keeps you close. He'll never get over how soft you are, how perfect you feel in his arms, beneath his touch.

You're everything he's ever wanted, everything he's ever dreamed of. And the fact that you return his feelings, that you love him, it means everything. You haven't even been together for a year yet, but as he gazes down at your beautiful sleeping form through the dark of the room, Bucky just knows it.

He's gonna spend the rest of his life loving you. If he's lucky enough, he'll get to spend all that time with you, too.

And he can’t wait.

#bucky barnes x curvy!reader #bucky barnes x plus size reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes one shot #bucky x curvy!reader #bucky x reader #bucky x plus size!reader #bucky barnes x you

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sailxrmxrs · 2 years

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happy birthday quest blooming panic what a lovely day it is indeed. was i awake at ungodly hours trying to come up with an idea that i would be able to write into a half decent birthday fic? maybe, maybe not you'll never know yes i was. anyway my internet was trying to fight me all week so it's been a Time trying to finish this on time but it was worth it bc quest beloved deserves a happy birthday and a happy birthday ONLY. if i see any angst today it's on sight. see u next month for xyx gamers. hopefully my internet won't hate me by then lmao.

Quest shifted under the covers, finally waking from a night of comfortable sleep. The curtains were still closed and the room still dim enough that he could have easily fallen back asleep for another hour or two, though his work schedule would certainly hinder those plans. Quest rolled over, eyes closed again as he reached to pull you in close to his chest. Only, as his arm came down on the spot you always slept in, he was met with empty space. The sheets still held the faintest lingering warmth but you were decidedly not there. Quest sat up, the heel of his hand rubbing the last remnants of sleep from his eyes before finding his glasses so that he might discover where you had gone. It wasn't rare for you to wake up first, but you almost always waited until he had woken too. Or, if you had to leave, then you'd at least wake him up with a soft and sleepy kiss goodbye. It was a tradition he felt almost lost without as he rose from the inviting warmth of the bed in search of you. Last night you'd mentioned needing to run a few errands in the morning but would you really have left so early? Or without telling Quest? It wasn't that he disliked you leaving without him knowing, but rather that he would have wanted to go with you.

In the time since you and Quest had moved in together, he dearly treasured any outing you took as a couple; no matter how mundane or boring the task might seem, Quest found it all so incredibly domestic and he adored spending that time with you. As he sleepily explored your shared home, calling out your name in his husky morning voice, Quest began to grow more and more concerned. Realistically, he knew you'd probably just headed out to run some errands but that semblance of logic did little to quell his unease. However, instead of opting to let those thoughts fester, Quest continued with his morning routine and brewed himself a coffee. If anything, it'd serve to wake him up a little and steal away the aching tiredness that still dwelled in his eyes. As he manouevered about the kitchen, Quest's eyes found the calendar that hung beneath the clock on the kitchen wall. His birthday. Every year it came around and still managed to take him by surprise. His birthday was never really an event that Quest waited in anticipation for, particularly in his adult years—he barely even remembered the last time he celebrated it. Though he certainly remembered the gentle scolding you gave him the previous year when he accidentally let slip that it was his birthday. He hadn't hidden the fact intentionally but the thought to share it simply hadn't crossed his mind, a result of his own lacklustre views on the so-called 'special' day.

This was to be his first birthday since moving in together—and also the first one that you were aware of. A thought flashed in Quest's mind that perhaps the reason you'd snuck out so early was because you were planning something for his birthday. Neither one of you had discussed potential plans so Quest naturally assumed the day would pass by fairly uneventfully. It would’ve been nice to celebrate, of course, but he hadn’t dwelled on the thought long enough to consider asking what plans you might want to make. As Quest leaned against the kitchen counter taking his first sip of coffee, he heard the sound of the front door unlocking and you arriving home. Within moments you were in the kitchen, a pleasantly surprised look on your face to see Quest awake and about.

"Hello, you." You hadn't yet shrugged off your coat as you bounced over to Quest, nose tinted pink from the biting chill of the morning air.

Quest slid a mug towards you, prepared exactly how you liked it as you came up beside him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Happy birthday, love. Thought you'd still be in bed by the time I got back."

"Not worth having a lie in without you there," Quest hummed, taking another sip of coffee. "Where did you run off to, anyway?"

You spared a quick glance toward the front door of the apartment before noting Quest's poor attempts to hide his avid curiosity. "I was hoping you'd still be asleep so I could make the surprise more exciting but I guess this will do. Go sit on the sofa and close your eyes. And keep 'em closed. No peeking or no present."

"Being with you is enough of a gift for me," Quest teased, his hands reaching for your waist while you playfully tried to push him away.

"You are disgustingly cute sometimes. But also I hate it." Despite your words, you relinquished to Quest's hold on you, relishing in the warmth of his bare chest on your cheek. The two of you stayed there, suspended in time, until the anticipation of seeing Quest's reaction to his birthday gift overcame you. "There's plenty of time for birthday cuddles later. For now, ass on couch and eyes closed."

Quest chuckled, amused by your impatience but he listened to your instruction this time around, planting himself down and closing his eyes. There was a hint of temptation to open an eye just to see how you might react but he decided against it, feeling your eyes scrutising him for a sign of disobedience. Satisifed that he wouldn't sneak a glance, you headed back to the front door where you had left Quest's birthday present—the most important of them anyway. You had some smaller gifts hidden away in your wardrobe but those could wait until later. You had a strong suspicion that Quest might care for this one a little more.

"Okay, open your eyes in 3, 2, 1."

Quest's eyes opened, adjusting to the light once more as he looked for a change in the scenery. At his confusion, you told him to look by his feet. Sniffing the floor by Quest's feet was a small labrador puppy, a bright golden colour as it explored all the new sights and sounds.

"You didn't," Quest said, disbelief and surprise all over his features.

"I did." You grinned at Quest as he reached down to pick up the puppy, now excitedly greeting its new father. "You're always saying how you'd love to get a dog someday so I thought it was about time to grant that wish."

Quest smiled at you as the puppy bounded off to explore the apartment, paws skittering along the floors. His hands sought out yours, fingers intertwining and interlocking as he blinked away the tears that collected in the corners of his eyes. "Have I ever told you that you're a literal angel?"

"Once or twice," you laughed as Quest pulled you onto his lap, arms enveloping your body as he buried his face into the crook of your shoulder, leaving a smattering of kisses on the skin.

"Well I'll say it again. You're an angel. What did I do to deserve you?"

"None of that," you reprimanded, pulling back from his grasp and taking his face in your hands. "You are deserving of it all. But we should probably go find our new baby. Before they get to your gifts before you can." You moved from your spot in front of Quest, hands finding his as though there were magnets, or a string binding the two of you together; wherever one went, the other was assured to follow no matter the physical distance that may emerge between them. Whatever plans Quest had been expecting, this was so far removed from how he'd thought the day might go. But he could not have felt more loved than in this moment. If Quest could bottle any emotion, it would be this one: pure, unadulterated adoration and appreciation for all that you were. Quest couldn't imagine a life without you in it—didn't want to imagine such an existence. Before he had met you, Quest was merely drifting through life. Sure, he had plenty of nice memories from his time in the server, but he hadn't felt like he was truly living until that fateful day you made your way into his life. Since then, Quest felt as though he was finally seeing in colour, finally experiencing life and all its wonders as they should be experienced. And, as he watched you laughing as the small puppy came bounding into your arms, Quest knew this was the exact brand of happiness that he would never let slip from his grasp. So with all the love in his eyes, he came to your side where he strived to be for as long as he lived.

#blooming panic #blooming panic x reader #blooming panic fanfic #blooming panic quest #blooming panic quest x reader #another birthday comes and goes and the birthday fic tradition continues #i am looking at october and eventual xyx birthday writing #the cycle of dread continues #will i be able to think of an idea and write it or will my brain decide to break and give me nothing #tune in next month to find out #what is creativity what is inspiration who am i what kind of mess is my tumblr #anyway #mars writes

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russellsppttemplates · 1 year

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when I was little I was a bit jealous of my younger brother, imagine aurora getting angry and jealous of little seb and mick dealing with it

"It's always Sebastian! Sebastian this, Sebastian that", Aurora let out, shocking you and Mick with her affirmation, "last week we couldn't go out and see the fireworks because he was sick, and now we can't go to the park because he hasn't slept and he's fussy", your daughter finished, the anger on her voice clear as you tried your best to carefully handle the situation. While Aurora stormed up to her room, you rocked your son in your arms, trying to soothe him, "c'mon, buddy, I know you have it in you to sleep. No need to cry any longer", you tried, your son fighting his sleepiness while you tried your best not to cry along with him, the tiredness catching up with you.

"Do you think you can stay here with him while I go upstairs to talk to Aurora?", Mick offered after he gave you a cuddle, his hand landing on the bottom of your back while his lips whispered sweet words and offered kisses to the top of your head, "yes, this one seems to finally be ready for sleep", you nudged to the sleeping baby on your arms, his mouth slowing down the movements and indicating that he was near his deep sleep.

Mick knocked on the door, "Aurora, I need to talk to you. Can I come in, please?", he spoke loud enough for her to hear, hearing a muttered yes, opening the door to see his daughter sitting on her bed, "are you mad at me?", she asked. Aurora had always been clever on that front, it was quite easy for her to understand whenever she maybe had set a foot wrong despite doing it sometimes (the genes were there after all).

"I'm not mad at you. But I didn't like what you said to us downstairs", he forwarded, "you know you can tell me or mama anything that is bothering you", he tried, seeing his daughter rock her legs back and forth before she spoke up, "it's just, since Sebastian is here, we never do anything fun", she whispered, "He's either sleepy, or sick, or both. Or mama or you are tired, or he has kept me up at night", she admitted, "I know he's little but we could try and do it anyway", she shrugged her shoulders. So that's what has been bothering her, Mick thought. "It's like it's always him, he's always the one why we don't do things", she frowned.

"Aurora, you obviously don't remember, but when you were little, we spent a lot of time in the house too. Because we didn't want you to get sick, because you kept us up all night and we had to rest. That's how babies work, and now that we have to kids, me and mama have to think our options better. And sometimes it's best if we stay in", he tried to explain, "but we can still have fun in the house. We can watch a movie, some cartoons", he said before Aurora chirped in, "we can play with Angie too!", making him smile.

"Yes, we can do all of that. But we cannot have any more of those", he referred to what happened in the living room, "that is not a fair or nice way to deal with anything. Whenever you have something that has been bothering you, you can think about it and tell us. We won't get mad, but we need you to tell us clearly how you're feeling and what you're thinking. Mama and I can't guess, and it's not a single show of anger that's going to let us know", he asked gently, making her nod, "from now on, I'll talk to you", she said, "Good, now you have to go and tell that to mama, too. Then we can go and make some popcorn to watch a movie".

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lavenderbexlatte · 2 years

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shameless ch 2: speechless

stray kids 4.6k words female reader insert Reader x Lee Felix SFW

🖤 warnings: realistic idol!au, questionable power dynamics, idol/fan interactions, unresolved tension, deep/mature themes, the slowest of slow burns, felix is truly whipped and reader is...🖤

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felix lee: i’m running rlly late :c felix lee: can you pls just come to the dorm felix lee: manager wants me to talk to the dior guy myself i will b so late

You stare down at your phone in your hand.

Really, what could it hurt?

It’s been weeks of casual dating, and Felix is a staple in your life to the point that you sometimes forget that his involves things like conference calls with Dior reps. You wouldn’t have thought it possible to forget what kind of reality you’re in, but the power of routine has really set in.

Today, specifically, Felix is supposed to be en route to the river park, for a walk and some convenience-store ramen for dinner. This phone meeting was supposed to be earlier in the day, but obviously something outside of his control has changed. You’re already on the train, though, on your way across town.

It admittedly wouldn’t take much to get on the other metro line, to zip over to his neighborhood instead.

You’re a little too tired to worry, today. You just want to see Felix, have some excessive sodium and brave the autumn cold for a few hours, and then collapse into bed. You can handle having today be the day that you cross this line.

It’s not a big deal. It won’t be a big deal.

So you change course. You get the address from a very relieved Felix, and you head to the dorm, instead. The tiredness and the monotony of travel dulls your anxiety to a low hum, and you figure that it’ll be just fine.

That all changes when Bang Chan opens the door.

You make it to the dorm. Knock. Wait.

The door opens.

And it’s not Felix. It’s Bang Chan.

He blinks at you, sleepy eyes under the heavy hood of his dark sweatshirt. “Oh.”

He’s looking at you like you’re the thing that he least expected to find on his doorstep. He’s looking at you like he’s not sure if he’s imagining you there or not, like he’s trying to come to terms with the idea of your existence. It’s intimidating in its emptiness.

No, not just intimidating. It’s something else entirely. Your jaw is clenched, your knees locked. If you didn’t know better, you’d say that you’d entered fight, flight, or freeze mode and defaulted to freeze in an instant. You struggle against the urge to look down at your feet, instead of up at his face.

For one heart-stopping instant, you actually wonder if you’re at the wrong house, until your wits come back to you and you remember that, no, this is Felix’s idol group member. His idol group leader. You swallow. It’s not like you can leave. Felix is expecting you.

“Um, is…Felix…?” you ask weakly.

Bang Chan blinks at you again. There’s a silence that stretches far longer than you would like, and then he gives himself a little shake and gives you a little nod.

“Yeah, Felix, yes. He’s here,” he tells you, “You can just – d’you wanna wait inside?”

You try to dismiss it, “Oh, I can just-”

“No, no, come in,” Chan insists.

“Really, I’m okay-”

“Sorry, you kind of startled me,” he apologizes, cutting you off with a sheepish dimpled grin that makes a dull panic rise behind your eyes, because oh my god this is real, isn’t it?

“Me?” you answer, eloquent as ever.

“I just didn’t – yeah. Come in, sit down. Felix is on the phone,” Chan tells you, taking a step deeper into the apartment and beckoning you after him.

You follow him inside.

It’s like stepping into another dimension, for how significant it feels. This is your Neil Armstrong moment, your one giant leap. Or maybe it’s not. Maybe you’re just freaking out over nothing, overreacting to meeting the roommates of a guy you’re dating.

Because that’s what they are. His roommates. Felix’s roommates.

Stray Kids Felix.

Chan turns around again, pushing a hand back through his messy hair as he regards you carefully. “You’re (Y/N), right?”

You absolutely don’t flinch when Bang Chan says your name. “Yeah.”

“I’ve heard about you,” he says. “Nice to put a face to the name.”

“Felix talks about me?” you ask, unsure why this surprises you.

It shouldn’t surprise you. He’s been going out with you for nearly a month, now, and these guys are his friends and coworkers and roommates and literally constant companions. But you still struggle to believe it.

“Sure,” Chan nods.

“That’s…huh,” you say, truly stumped.

Chan gives you another one of those gentle half-smiles. “Lemme go see if Lix is done.”

“Okay.”

As Chan disappears into the house, leaving you standing by the entry to their big square living room, you find yourself equally hoping and dreading that another member will show up.

You wonder how you’d react. If seeing another one of them would make you feel the way Chan is making you feel, would make you want to crawl out of your skin and never return, would drop your heart into your heels and bead nervous sweat across your temples.

Because Chan…well. Chan. You’ve always-

“Hey!”

Felix’s face is bright, makeup-free, and exuberantly excited to see you. It’s not something that should make you jump, but you do, startling visibly so that he laughs and puts an affectionate hand on your shoulder.

“Hey,” he says again, “Sorry, just got off the call. I didn’t scare you, did I?”

He’s beaming. You don’t know what your face is doing, but it’s not that.

“No,” you lie, “I was just thinking.”

“About how messy this place is, I’m sure,” Chan cuts in with a wayward laugh, and oh.

He’s still here, too, isn’t he?

“It’s been worse,” Felix says.

“Doesn’t mean it’s good now,” Chan replies.

Felix lets go of you to go dig a pair of shoes out of an overflowing closet that spills sneakers and boots into the hall, and you don’t move an inch. To your own detriment, because now that he’s out of your line of sight, you’re just staring at Chan.

He doesn’t even give you a second glance, going back to the ridiculous gaming chair that faces a sleek PC setup in the corner by their mismatched dining set. His back is to you, but you find yourself tracing his shoulder line with your eyes in your dull disbelief.

These are idols.

Felix is an idol.

You always knew it. You were overly aware of it, from your first conversation. You’ve been bending yourself around that truth, fitting yourself into it. And now, suddenly, you feel stripped bare by it.

“Ready!” Felix announces, as he finishes off his shoelace with a flourish.

“Yay,” you answer weakly.

“Have fun!” Chan calls over his shoulder.

He still doesn’t look up, and you find a prickle of longing in the back of your mind, wishing that maybe he would. You don’t know why.

That’s a lie.

You know why, and you think about it as Felix leads you into the hall and away. Your body leaves that crowded living room, but your mind lingers, somewhere right behind that gaming chair and the broad shoulders nestled there.

🦋 him 🦋

She’s wearing the hoodie that they bought together all those weeks ago.

It’s a small thing, probably not even that significant to her, but it makes Felix’s heart do a giddy little flip in his chest all the same.

Things are coming up Felix, today. Chan was nice, didn’t even pull any group leader or big brother bullshit. She came over to the dorm, even though she’s obviously been a little nervous about it, taking another step into Felix’s life. And they get to go on a date.

They’re well on the date, actually.

They’ve snagged a table outside the GS25, steaming instant ramen cups in front of each of them and a bottle of juice to pass back and forth. The autumn wind is cold, but it’s comfortable enough.

But she’s worrying her disposable wooden chopsticks between her fingers, and it makes Felix wonder.

“What’s on your mind?” he asks.

She shrugs. “Just stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?” he presses, with a half-smile.

Rather than answering, she fishes out another bite of ramen and feeds it into her mouth. That’s okay. Felix can wait until she’s ready to share.

“I know it’s something,” he says.

She shrugs.

And then finally, she says, “Chan was really nice.”

“Did you expect him not to be?” Felix asks, amused.

“No, I just…” she shrugs again, “He was so nice.”

“It’s easy to be nice to you.”

She grins, even as she rolls her eyes at the compliment. “Still.”

“You’re right, though, he could have given us more grief,” Felix says thoughtfully. “Figured he would have.”

“Are they all that nice?” she asks.

“The members?”

She nods.

“Of course.”

Felix digs back into his own meal, satisfied that he’s gotten some of the truth out of her, even though her face is still pensive.

It’s a nice face. He likes looking at it.

A gust of wind sends leaves skittering under the table and around their feet, and she burrows farther into the plush of her hoodie. She looks so cute, ruffled and chilled through, and Felix can’t help it.

“I can’t believe…” she’s saying, “I mean really, I can’t-”

Felix cuts her off with a kiss. Their first, he realizes with a thrill, and maybe the first he’s had since he was a teenager. He can’t really remember. His career and the constant threat of losing it for the most minor social infraction has kept him away from all potential kisses for a long time. There’s a lovely haze of excitement settling over his consciousness, and when he pulls away, he swears he’s tingling.

She looks at him in surprise. She pulls her tongue over her bottom lip absently. And then she keeps talking, where she left off.

“I can’t believe Chan really dresses like that.”

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She comes to the dorm two more times that month.

Both times, it’s her asking to come over, rather than spending time out somewhere else. Felix isn’t sure what changed, but he’s more than happy to stay in sweats and order in dinner.

The first time, Felix makes sure that everyone else is out of the house. They don’t need a whole audience of nosy bandmates, watching them watch a movie and making comments to each other like the nuisances they are. Even so, he’s hyperaware of the fact that at least ten other people have access to the dorm and could come back at any moment.

“We could go to my room, if you’re worried it’ll get weird,” Felix offers, “Managers won’t go in there, or anything.”

But she frowns. “You don’t have your own room, though.”

“Nobody’s home, we’ll have full privacy. But yeah, I share with Chan-hyung and ‘Bin-hyung,” Felix says.

Her face freezes.

Immediately, he starts backtracking in his mind, wondering which part of what he said is freaking her out. Oh, God, does she think he’s implying that he wants to have sex tonight? All that emphasis on being alone together? That would be cool, of course, awesome, excellent, but that’s not what he meant-

“We don’t have to,” he says, as soon as he realizes how long the silence has been.

“No, just…let’s stay out here,” she says.

They’re already squished side by side on the living room couch, so it’s easy enough to just stay there.

Felix slings an arm around her shoulders, and she leans into him so that he can smile softly into her hair. “Sounds good to me.”

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The second time, they have company.

Felix didn’t even think about the possibility of it, earlier that day, when he invited her over. Why would he? If the dorm is empty for the day, it usually stays that way. Days off mean everyone retreats to their own corners of the world and no one is home before they have to be. But they definitely aren’t alone together this time.

The living room is empty, save for the Switch and its missing joycon that Felix is turning the place upside-down to find. It’s really hard to play multiplayer games with only one controller, after all, and Felix promised her a Smash tournament. But after a thorough search of the room turns up nothing, the next logical place to look is in his room.

“Hold on, I’ll find it,” Felix promises, as he darts toward his bedroom door.

“I can come help,” she offers.

It’s something of a weird offer, considering the last time she was here, she didn’t even want to set foot in his room. She follows him this time, around the sofa and over to the short hallway that connects the living space to the bedrooms.

Felix dismisses her gently. “Nah, it’ll only be a second-”

But the door opens before Felix can even reach for the knob, and there she is. That girl. Chan’s girl, the Cool Girl. She’s dressed to the nines in slacks and mules and a puff-sleeved blouse, and there’s a hickey on her throat the size of a Cadbury egg.

“Hi, Felix,” she offers, perfectly lovely and polite.

She gives him a warm smile that shines with something that Felix can’t quite parse, and then she’s brushing past him on her way out.

“Sorry, I didn’t know you were home,” comes Chan’s voice blithely from inside the bedroom.

“We got home like fifteen minutes ago,” Felix answers.

“We?” Chan echoes.

“Yeah, me and…” Felix blanches.

He turns around, and they’re face to face, wary like cats. Smiling at each other, sure, but the energy is wildly uncomfortable.

“This is so cute,” Cool Girl is saying, with a pluck at her sweater sleeve, “Where did you get it?”

If she answers Cool Girl, Felix doesn’t hear it, but it’s not another ten seconds before Cool Girl has clicked her way out of the room and left a horrible silence in her wake.

“I really didn’t know you were home,” Chan says again, wrenching Felix back into the moment, and this time it’s dripping with apology.

“It’s fine,” Felix says, and that’s true.

“I should have texted ahead, bro, really.”

“Do you ever?” asks Felix wryly.

“Maybe I should start,” Chan grins.

It’s then that Felix realizes Chan is completely nude save for the pair of briefs he’s obviously just shoved on, and while that’s not unusual in itself, the context makes Felix want to blush all the way down to his toes. He spots his joycon on the floor by his bed, and he gratefully shoves Chan aside and grabs the stupid blue thing.

“Just came for this, anyway,” Felix says, as he retreats.

“Enjoy,” Chan says, and he raises his voice to call out to her before the door slams, “Good to see you!”

Felix isn’t sure if this really qualifies as seeing each other. Or as anything good. But the pleasantry seems to set her more at ease, and Felix leads her back to the living room in a valiant attempt to pretend nothing happened.

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They also go to hers a few times. And those times are the most confusing of all.

When they’re truly alone, at her tiny apartment that makes Felix wonder what his life could be if things had gone differently, she’s just herself.

She’s the person he likes so much, flannel shirts and playlists, beat-up sneakers by the door and an unabashed peek of his friends’ faces from her music collection. She shows him movies and stupid YouTube videos and orders him her favorite takeout that his managers would kill him for eating (his skin! his physique!).

When they’re alone, she talks more. She smiles more, a real smile that wrinkles her nose and sets her eyes alight. She goes barefaced like he does, she’ll put on a skincare mask and give him one and they’ll sit there listening to music and letting the dubiously-effective serums sink in.

She’s something that he has chosen, a rarity in his life that has grown so much in the last few years, bigger and wilder and more wonderful but also far, far out of his control. She’s something he picked for himself.

And Felix likes her. So much.

That makes it all the weirder when she starts to change.

He notices it for the first time on a Saturday morning, when she comes to the dorm to make cookies with him. Maybe she had been changing for a while, in her day-to-day when they’re not together, but Felix is still bowled over when he sees her.

She’s right on time. She’s beaming at him. And her clothes-

That’s not usually what Felix focuses on, because why would he? But it’s impossible to ignore today. He opens the apartment door, and there she is, looking nothing like herself.

“What are you wearing?” he asks.

He immediately curses himself silently; that wasn’t supposed to come out.

She wilts just the slightest bit at his words, and her discomfort makes the outfit look even more out of place.

It’s a look that Felix has definitely seen before, though he couldn’t put a finger on exactly where. A loose, airy blouse over tailored slim-fit pants, practical Mary Jane walkers. Neutral pastel colors that complement each other well, a pale blue and a slate grey.

Pretty, of course. The pieces fit well. But they’re not…right. They’re not right.

“You don’t like it?” she asks.

“No, no,” Felix says quickly, “I’ve just never seen this outfit before.”

“It’s new,” she says.

“I can tell.”

The distinctive smell of new clothes is strong, that perfume that hangs over department stores and boutiques. She must have just bought everything, head to toe. The thing that Felix cannot figure out is why.

"You look great," Felix assures her.

"Thanks."

She looks sheepish, still, though the alarm at Felix's reaction has faded.

"But we're gonna be baking, you know," he says.

She shrugs, "I can be careful."

"I can give you something to put on. I don't think we have aprons but there's gotta be something."

Felix has all the baking things ready. Ingredients ready on the counter, bowls and spoons and whisks on the kitchen table.

He put most of them out last night, actually, too excited at the prospect of doing something so cute and domestic with someone like her. The last person who really sat and baked with him for the process of it was Chan, and that was for a vlog so it wasn't the same at all. It wouldn't have been the same even without the camera, Felix tells himself. So this is an exciting first.

As she toes off those Mary Janes, so new that the treads on the bottom are barely dirty, Felix rummages through the cabinets to see if they have any spare aprons. He thinks the managers took the ones they'd had for washing, and he can't recall if they ever came back.

Doesn't seem like they did.

He glances at her, still by the door, adjusting the tuck of her lovely blouse, and he knows that this won't do.

A quick trip into his room, a glance around the mess, and he has the solution.

"Here."

She looks down at the bundle of fabric nonplussed.

"It's an old t-shirt," Felix explains, as he turns back to the ingredients, eager to begin, "I don't have an apron for you so just, like. Wear that to keep your clothes clean."

She laughs. "Thanks."

Flour, sugar, vanilla extract, salt, eggs and butter from the fridge. Everything seems in order, but as Felix fixes his gaze on her again, obviously that sentiment isn't completely true.

She's just holding up the t-shirt, looking at it as if it's some kind of giant bug or a garbage bag or something. It's clean, Felix tugged it out of one of the dresser drawers stuffed full of old training clothes and smelled it himself, but she's still looking at it with no small amount of trepidation. She's certain not putting it on.

"What's up?"

"This..." she shakes the shirt gently, "This isn't yours."

Felix peers at it more closely, and sees that the sleeves are gone, leaving a ragged hem that suggest they were cropped off at home with a pair of scissors. "Huh. Nah, must be hyung's."

Which hyung, he's not sure, since both guys who share Felix's room are known for homemade muscle tees and their absolute refusal to wear real clothes. But the confirmation does not seem to make her feel any better.

"You want me to wear this?" she asks.

"Unless you wanna get eggs and flour on your new clothes," Felix says, perplexed.

He's not quite sure why she's hesitating. If it's the borrowing-clothes thing, Felix takes their stuff all the time, so that's not an issue. He can wash it after, if it gets dirty. He says as much, and she still just looks at the wrinkled black fabric.

It's one of their old album release shirts, Felix notices. Miroh, he thinks. Damn, that's been kicking around for a while, then.

He almost comments on it, too, but as if she's breaking out of her little trance, she slips the shirt on over her nice clothes, and the moment is over.

She approaches the table where Felix stands, takes in the assortment of ingredients, and she smiles. "Let's do this."

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The second batch of cookies, these ones full of M&M's and pretzel pieces at her ingenious suggestion, have just gone into the oven when the members get home.

Not all of them, luckily. Felix doesn't know what he would do if Jisung and Seungmin and Jeongin were around to give him shit about having a girl over on one of their precious days off. They're his friends, but damn if they're not the absolute worst.

It's just Minho and Chan.

"Guys are home," Felix says.

She's watching the cookies through the tiny glass door of the tabletop convection oven, and she simply replies, "They can't have any."

Minho comes in first, levels her with a smile that doesn't quite reach his tired eyes, and goes right to the fridge to retrieve a Monster and a snack. He cracks the can, and as he's looking at her, his gaze slides down to the borrowed t-shirt as she absentmindedly wipes the flour off her hands along the hem of the shirt.

Felix throws him a warning glare, but Minho just looks back toward the foyer and says, casual as anything, "Hey, hyung? Isn't that yours?"

The calm is well and truly shattered then, and she turns around to look at Minho in alarm.

"Felix lent me-"

But Chan makes his way into the kitchen, too, and when he sees the t-shirt, he stops. His expression is unreadable, which is saying a lot since Felix knows him immeasurably well and Chan is also very easy to read regardless. Is he upset about the stains of flour and water? Is it that some girl he's only met a few times is wearing his clothes without his permission? None of those seem like things that would particularly upset Chan, though, so Felix is left staring at his hyung and guessing.

"Yeah, it is," Chan says, finally.

"It was in the drawer, she needed something to borrow," Felix says, hoping to head off any kind of confrontation before it begins.

"Nah, no worries," says Chan, and he looks like he means it.

"You sure?"

"'Course I'm sure," he grins.

Minho, for his part, is watching with far too much interest, sipping from his energy drink and leaning against the middle fridge. He's never really stuck around when she was over before, and his new interest makes Felix more than a little curious.

"Those look good," Chan says, eyeing the cookies lined up on their baking tray, cooling on the kitchen table.

"You wanna try?" she asks him.

Felix snorts. "You just said they couldn't have any."

She looks at him, a little exasperated. "I was kidding."

"Can I?" Chan asks.

At her eager nod, Chan peels one of the half-cooled chocolate chip cookies up and jams the entire thing into his mouth. It's like a weird game of telephone, as she watches Chan, Minho watches her, and Felix watches Minho.

"So good," Chan confirms, muffled by his full mouth.

She fidgets, and Minho peers at her even harder.

"That's all Felix," she says, "He's the master chef. I haven't baked in so long."

"But you helped," Chan grins.

It's her turn to make a face that Felix can't quite parse, but before anything can cross the line from slightly weird to actually firmly weird, Minho slings an arm around Chan's shoulders and begins leading him out of the room.

"Let the lovebirds make their shit," Minho instructs.

"Yeah, yeah," Chan twists in Minho's grip to throw a wave and an even bigger smile at her and Felix. "Have fun!"

Her face falls ever so slightly once Chan and Minho are gone, retreated to their rooms after doing whatever it is they'd gone out to do together. The calm content that had settled over the kitchen as they shaped the cookies, filled the trays, waited for the finished desserts, isn't quite the same as it was.

And as much as Felix doesn't want to think that his friends could be the reason for that, the logic stands: she was fine before seeing them, and now it's weird.

It's weird, right?

Why is it weird?

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Felix never really gets any answers about that cookie-making date turning odd at the end, but to be fair, he doesn't ask her any questions about it.

He's always been the type to pick his battles. It's a necessary skill in a career like his, to know when to push the issue and when to let go, and this seems like as good a time as any to just take things at face value and move on. It's still a little jarring for her, a fan of the group, to see the members when she's not thinking about it. Felix has to just accept that.

It would be easier to accept if things didn't keep happening.

Felix doesn't get to see her for a few weeks after that day. It's all because of scheduling conflicts on his end, as usual. His job picks up and drops at the most random times, and after a few weeks of free and clear weekends, he's got back-to-back commitments again.

But as soon as he has time, they plan for one of their standard movie night in at her place.

Maybe it'll be better if they're back on her terms, in her space, where things usually make sense.

She looks like herself when she opens the door that night, dressed in casual shorts and a comfortable t-shirt, unready and soft and normal. It lets Felix relax, releases any worry that she was making aesthetic changes for him, for whatever reason.

She's normal, but her apartment is a little different.

The posters are gone.

Or, mostly gone.

All the old ones, pictures of assorted groups that she's talked to him about over the weeks and months, have disappeared. Even her albums have moved, relegated to a high shelf out of view. Felix has to really look to find them, hidden high above.

There is, however, one new poster, front and center, drawing the eye more than anything else in the room.

Felix's own eyes gaze down at him, face glitter-caked and Photoshopped to a smooth approximation of its usual shape, the members posed around his tiny austere image looking much the same.

It's a poster from their latest album. And somehow, their group name that usually fits like his own feels something like a threat, an exposition, emblazoned across the bottom corner of the print. Stray Kids.

Stray Kids' Felix.

Is that how she wants to see him?

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dailyreverie · 2 years

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For your prompts... I can't limit myself to one so I'm sending two...

"you're always welcome here" with our sweet Santi?

It took a while but here it is, sweet soft Santi for you 💖 Also, please never limit yourself you know I love getting your requests.

Pairing: Santiago Garcia x reader

Content warning: alcohol consumption (reader and Santi)

*****

Are you awake?

It was 11:30 p.m., you were definitely awake and pouring a glass of wine for yourself right as Santiago's name popped up on your screen.

That text was all it took for Santiago to take the last few steps to your door. You expected to receive him smelling like beer and booze, like cigarettes lingering on his clothes after being at a bar, but he was very much sober and very much clean... And very much fidgety.

He settled on the kitchen counter facing you, with a matching glass of wine that his fingers were toying with.

"I'm sorry I don't have much to eat, I ordered food tonight." You say with a smile, trying to pull him out of whatever his mind was doing to make him anxious.

Santi doesn't answer, he keeps his eyes focused on the liquid that fills the cup.

"We can try ordering something. It's kind of late but if you are hungry we can find something."

Again, no answer.

"Alright. Santi, baby, what's going on?" You reached for his hand, stopping his repetitive movements against the glass and pulling his attention to you.

He sighs, shaking his head as he does. Santi takes a large sip of wine after as if he needed the courage of alcohol to keep talking. "I can't sleep."

"Well, we can look for a movie. I know rom-coms make you sleepy." You offer, but when he looks at you with pain in his eyes you realize there's something deeper going on.

"I can't sleep at all, since we came back. I haven't slept since then and I'm- I'm tired." It is until then that you notice the bags under his eyes. Santi rubs his face, fighting off the wave of tiredness and shame that attacks him then, rubbing his sharp stubble as you look at him without saying anything. "I'm sorry. Sorry, querida, I shouldn't be bothering you with this-"

"Hey, no, Santi." He starts to stand up but you rush to his side, pushing his curls back when you reach him to try and calm his nerves down. "You are not bothering me, you are always welcome here, you know that." Santi leans into your touch, taking in a deep breath when you start running your fingers through his hair. "Why didn't you come here sooner? It's been weeks."

"I thought that I could work on it. I tried everything, but after a while nothing seemed to work out."

"What about the nights you've stayed here? You didn't sleep then?" When he looks at you, suddenly, you put two and two together.

"It is my last resource," Santi admits. You lean down to kiss him softly, the familiar fit of your lips against his making you both get lost in each other's touch.

"Let's get you some sleep, then." You grab his hands and pull him up, guiding him to follow you into your room. The second his head hits the pillow he has his arms wrapped around you he drifts to cloud 9; he never went back to his old bed after, what for? He had the perfect solution right there.

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aesthetic-angel612 · 3 years

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THE 4 STAGES OF HATE TO LOVE- BUCKY BARNES

Y/N and Bucky despise each other. But what will sleep, showers and mission do to resolve that?

Masterlist

It was roughly 1am at the Avengers compound, Steve and Sam had been on a mission all day. Steve and I were close. Brother, sister type bond, and he had messaged me whilst flying home on the Quinjet. He mentioned something about meeting an old pal...I of course agreed to greet them as they arrived.

Hearing the elevator ding, I stood up, cracking my neck, and made my way over. First out stepped Steve, pulling me into an embrace; next Sam, patting my shoulder and finally

"Y/N meet Bucky, Bucky meet Y/N" Steve smiled.

"Nice to meet you" I replied, sticking my hand out to shake his. He started at me and then my hand, dumbfounded. I slowly pulled my hand away and turned to Steve.

"Well I'll let you guys get some sleep...see you in the morning" I waved off, embarrassed.

...And that was how I met Bucky Barnes.

From then on, me and Bucky never got on, whether it was fighting over milk, or fighting over who caused the mission to go south. We could never get on. In fact, the rest of the Avengers tried to keep us as separated as they could, knowing we would kill each other if we could. What didn't help however was the fact that our rooms were opposite each other.

I don't know why he hated me, it seemed he just had this fury towards me. Like my existence ruined his life.

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Saturday nights are usually the teams chill nights. No one has any missions or jobs. So, the group often put a film on together and relax, not thinking of anything but being together. Tonight was Steve choice of film, so as always, we all made our way to the living room. However, my night got ruined when the only seat available was, of course, next to Bucky. Sighing, I decided to just sit, not wanting to ruin the night for the others. I saw him roll his eyes but again, I didn't make a fuss over it, knowing he hates me anyway.

Half way through the film (which was boring, not going to lie) I felt a wave of tiredness wash over me. Keeping my eyes open felt like a chore so slowly but surely I fell asleep. Without knowing, my head was now resting on Bucky's shoulder. The whole team now looking at him smirking, and for some unbeknownst reason...he wrapped his arm around me.

The next morning, I woke up in my bed, confused as to how but I guessed either Steve or Tony has carried me back. Heading towards my bathroom, I tried to turn my shower on but to my luck it was broken.

"Jarvis, where's Tony?" I asked.

"He's in the lab Miss" he replied.

I made my way to the lab and tried to convince Tony to fix my shower.

"Y/N, honey I cant right now, use Barnes, he's never in his room" he sighs.

"but-but Tony i-"

"sorry kid...later" he walks off.

Grumbling to myself, I push Bucky's door open and unsurprisingly, it was empty. His room surprised me though, it was dark and cold yet felt like it could be so comforting if it had love given to it. Turning on his shower, the hot water hitting my back, I finally relaxed and tried to not think about anything else.

Minutes go past and I heard the door click. Fuck. I heard a sigh and then the bathroom door open.

"I know it's you Y/N, Tony told me" He said monotone.

"I-um- I wont be long I-" and that' when I felt a gush of wind and the shower curtain open. Bucky stood there, everything on display.

I squeaked and turned around facing the shower trying to cover myself.

"What? I need a shower and you're in MY shower" He replied nonchalantly.

My heart was beating so fast. I felt his rough hands on my shoulder, massaging them.

"No wonder you're moody all the time, the tension in your shoulders...Christ" He said.

Leaning into his touch, he continued to massage both my neck and shoulders. The shower together continued, both of us washed each others hair for the first time since we met, we both smiled.

================================================================================It had been a week since the shower incident and me and Bucky hadn't exchanged much words. We exchanged glances and hasn't fought but speaking was still a no-go. That was until the mission.

We'd been paired up together on a mission, and the mission wasn't go right. I ended up on the floor with a bullet through my leg. Bucky had taken out the guy that did it and ran towards me.

"shhh, you're okay. Show me where it hurts" He had concern in both his face and voice. Pointing to my leg, he nodded and picked me up bridal style, taking me back to the Quinjet.

Once back at the compound. He took me to Banner to heal me up.

That was when I realised he didn't hate me as much as I thought.

That night, back in my bed, I couldn't stop the demons. The nightmare of the mission kept replaying in my dream. Waking up in a cold sweat, I needed a cuddle. I didn't want to wake anyone else up as they all were exhausted. The only people who left the mission early was me and Bucky.

I raised my fist and knocked on his door. A sleepy Barnes appeared rubbing his eyes.

"Y/N? What's wrong?" He asked in his rough voice.

"I keep having nightmares and normally I go to Steve and we cuddle but i don't wanna go to him because he's exhausted but so is everyone else and I know you don't like me but i was wondering if I coul-" I ramble and instantly I'm flung over his shoulder.

He plops me back down onto the bed and pulls the sheet over us, he right arm going under my head, his metal arm going over my waist drawing me into his chest spooning me.

"This ok?" he whispers in my ear.

"Perfect...thank you" I respond.

"for the record, I don't hate you. In fact, I never did. I don't know why I've been such a dick to you. But I'm so sorry. Truly" he kisses my forehead.

"I never hated you too, I just always thought you did. i actually like you. You're caring to those you love, you're smart and you're incredibly handsome" I giggled.

"OH really?" He smirks, poking my side making me squirm and laugh more,

Eventually we both fall asleep in each others arms, no nightmares, just peace.

And this was the beginning of an incredible relationship with James Buchanan Barnes.

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qui-02 · 3 years

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Note:Ok! Hello hope you are doing well! Thanks for requesting again I hope you like it @violetarks !Ok this ended longer than expected so I am going to do a part 2 with momo and Todoroki hope you don’t mind the wait.P.S this seems so familiar but I just can’t remember where or when it happened or if this is still continuing. 🤡 lmaoooo 😂

When you started going to school in the mornings he would notice your eye bags from all the nights you couldn’t sleep. He also noticeed that you were relying on green tea or in any other sources that contained caffeine like Monster energy drinks to get through the tough day. Since he has a soft spot for you he would ask “what are those grey things under your eyes dumass!?”

The first day you told him “ooo don’t worry I just stayed all night long looking for Yarichin bitclub and I finally found it so I decided to watch it for the amazing opening , guess I got lost on the time.”Then the other days that this happened you would brush it off every day telling him “I am ok I just couldn’t sleep last night” and continued your new daily rutine. You just didn’t want to bring him into your own problems and overall you didn’t want to bother him,Since he was already busy with school and stuff.

When this continued for several weeks and close to months and he noticed that you were closed to zombie like in the tough insurance training and you weren’t as energetic and overall you he SANPED.

“Ok idiot you are sleeping in my dorm tonight!” You where shocked that he was so straight forward with what he just said. “ But Tsuki I am alright I don’t have to go to sleep to your dorm, I will be alright don’t worry about me.” The blond boy wasn’t going to fall for your cheap old lie that you have been saying for a couple of weeks now.

The day came to an end and you where chilling with the girls in the common room when they all said that it was late and they were going to bed. You all said goodnight when suddenly Bakugo appeared and dragged you to his room and locked the door. “ Tsuki what are you doing?” He just stared at you and then he said “ I am helping you sleep dumbass, what else would be doing?”

You turned the lights off and said good night to your lovely boyfriend. He looks so cute when he is sleeping. You were admiring his features and then soon you found yourself sleeping.

You woke up you thought that you had slept around 8 ours and it was time to get up and get ready for school. You tilted your head too see the time and it was 12:03 AM you were disappointed you went to bed at 9 pm you had only slept 3 hours! You stared at the ceiling for a couple of minutes but for you it felt like years.

“ Can’t sleep idiot?” a sleepy voice said. “ Hmm... wait Tsuki how did you now? Did I wake you up I am so sorry baby.” Bakugo sensed that you were awake “ I just new that you were awake,ok” he asked questions about what you usually do when you wake up at night. “ I usually try to fall back asleep but it seem impossible to do that, so I just talk to my friends on discord until I fall back to sleep from the tiredness.”

Bakugo wanting you to fall back to sleep he activated his explosive quirk and heated his hands just a tiny bit and placed them on your tummy. It felt so nice and warm to have his hands warming you up. Then he did something that he would be extremely ashamed if anyone found out. He started cuddling you your back was pressed against his build chest. That is a side of him that only you can get to see. He also started humming a sweet lullaby to help you.

You felt so warm and special, soon your eyes were closing. When you opened your eyes again you saw light coming from the window. You did it! You sleept through the night like a normal high school student! He heard little snores from your sleeping boyfriend. Gosh he looked so damm cute that you managed to get out of his grip and grasp your phone to take a cute picture of him. You were definitely making that your phone wallpaper. You also noticed that you had 50+ notifications from your friends. You where definitely reading that later to catch up with the discord chat.

When Bakugo woke up you booth got ready for school. The weekend came and Your sweet ass boyfriend had bought you one of those cute animal plushies that you put them on the microwave so they are nice and warm when you go to bed. He just tossed that seal plushy into your dorm room. When you opened the doorm you saw the plushie. You new exactly from who that came from. You went and look the giver of the gift, when you found him you gave a big bear hug and a lil kiss on his cheek. “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING IDIOT!!?” You just laughed and answer “thanks for the present I love it!” He blushed which was a beautiful sight “Whatever.”

BONUS: “sawarasenai🥰kimi😸wa⛓shoujo👻na💅no?böKù🌸Wâ🧚ÿARiçHiñ🙈BįCChī😾ńO😩oSû👅Dà🎉yooooo!” You loved that intro so much that you couldn’t stop singing it even though the lyrics were dirtier that the own WAP themselves. “Y/N AS A CLASS REPRESENTATIVE I ASK YOU TO PLEASE STOP SINGING THIS VULGAR SONG” then your boyfriend came and joined the conversation “YES DUMBASS I HAVE TO AGREE WITH 4 EYES ON THIS PLEASE STOP I CANNOT GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD” Your boyfriend said in a very angry voice. You were laughing your ass of at this.

The song is down here if you want to listen to it! ⚠️WARNING ⚠️ THIS SONG IS SO ADDICTING I SANG IT IN MY ONLINE CLASES ACCIDENTALLY AND I HAD THE MICROPHONE ON ! ALSO I PLAYED THE SPANISH VERSION TO A FRIEND AS A PRANK SHE GOT MAD 😡 LMAOOO!

This amazing boyfriend that you have dear reader noticed at the moment you first started drinking Monater energy drinks . Like he new that you lectured Denki on why he should stop drinking them if he wanted to have a long and healthy life free of diabetes type 2 and stuff. He looked at you and at the drink in shock , “ O this don’t worry babe I just feel tiered so I asked Denki for one don’t worry it’s just 1 drink.” He believed you he thought she just sleep bad for 1 night that’s all.

Then you weren’t paying attention to class nor hero training he got very worried for you. Or you were basically falling asleep in all the free time you had just like Aizawa sensei. You were using the day to nap for a while. Basically he noticed that your whole routine had turned upside down. You drank green tea like it was no tomorrow you sometimes did in secret because we all now that caffeine kept you going.

He went to goggle to see if he could figure out something for his tiered S/O. Since we all now that he isn’t the smartest he left that aside for a while. You told him that you were heading to bed and Kirishima did the same.

The clock hit 2:38 AM you were wide awake, you tossed and turned trying to fall back asleep. You soon gave up so you started watching complications of Nikocado Avacado and Orrin fighting because the night was long and honestly that hopeless couple mad you laugh so hard. You could spend hours just watching them fighting because it was so funny 🤣.

Your boyfriend couldn’t sleep either thinking about you. So he decided to go and chek on you and see if you were sleeping but he new that you were wide awake because his boyfriend instinct told him that. When he opened your dorm he saw the bright and white light of your computer, you where also holding back a big ass laugh so you wouldn’t wake anyone else for some reason.

You noticed you boyfriend that was standing in you dorm room half asleep. You feel really bad for him because you had worried him so much to the point he had to come and check on you like he was your parent. “Kiri baby what are you doing here?” He opens his mouth and stared talking “ Pebble you should be sleeping, let’s go down stairs and make some tea to help you sleep ok?” He ended that sentence with a big yawn.

You guys went downstairs and got yourself a nice cup of warm chamomile tea. He hoped that would help you fall asleep. “Is the tea good pebble?” He said with a sleepy voice you didn’t answer for a while you were admiring his red hair that was down, you didn’t get to see that sight very often. “Ooo sorry,yes yes it’s really nice thank you bub” you finish your tea and headed to kirishima manly room.

You both settled down on the comfortable bed. Kirishima proceeded and cuddled you. Your chest was pressed on his chest and he had his chin on top of your head. Before you tried to fall back asleep he gave you a sweet kiss on the forehead.

“Rise and shine” your lovely boyfriend said in a happy and cheerful tone! You opened your eyes and saw the red haired boy smiling at you. “Morning bub I slep well thanks to you, so thank you for the help!” “No problem pebble I am glad I could help!”

You both got ready for school and stuff. Kirishima is the type of boyfriend that buys you cute gifts because he thinks it is manly and most importantly because he thinks that you would like them. So this time your gift was a 14 pound weight blanket that was a lovely grey color.

When it was the weekend he came into your room with the blanket. You let him into your room and asked “bub why do you have that blanket?” He placed it down on your bed “since you have trouble sleeping I thought that this might help pebble.” You rushed to him and gave him a hug and a sweet kiss on the lips “thank you so much Kirishima you are the best! Also I love the gift.” Then you spent the rest of the evening enjoying each other.

BONUS: Kaminari soon found out about your heavy present. He thought why not yeet that heavy ass planet to Bakugo and make a run for your lives. Being the idiot you are you said “sure why not” Let’s just say you got a very mad Bakugo with neck pain and Iida scolding you and Kaminari and of course the rest of the Bakusquad laughing their ass off.

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thenocturnalmushroom · 3 years

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A Cozy Night - Touyuki - CCS

Tags: Fluff; Domestic; Domestic Fluff; Self-Indulgent; Established Relationship

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It was almost eleven at night and Yukito still having no desire to go to sleep. He was comfortably sitting under his kotatsu, accompanied by a good show on his laptop, a tin of cookies and some delicious hot tea – a perfect combo to a winter night. His plan was to finish watching the said show that same night, even if he had to stay up until dawn; it was a Friday night and he had no class nor job the next morning so he had no worries regarded his bedtime. Besides, the show was worth the loss of some sleep hours.

The silver-haired boy was completely immersed into the story, anxiously nibbling at a sugar cookie and barely noticing how his body was slowly leaning toward the laptop while his almost unblinking eyes refused to go away from the screen. The first real confront of the main character and the true villain was finally happening, and it was intense. Yukito had been waiting for it for the last seven episodes and he didn’t want to miss even the smallest detail; he was sure that everything about that scene would be important later in the story. His focus was completely stolen by the show and everything else was forgotten for some long, long minutes.

And that was why the boy nearly jumped out of his skin when the bell of his house rang, letting the half-eaten cookie slip from between his fingers.

It took him only a second to recover from the startle. He quickly paused the video and retrieved the cookie from the table, throwing it into his mouth, before heading to the front door, still chewing on the sweet. Being a little past eleven now, Yukito could only think about one single person who would come to visit him this late at night - and it made his heart singing inside his chest.

He hurried to open the door, and there was no surprise when he found Touya waiting outside, his hands shoved into the pockets of his heavy coat and a soft smile touching his lips.

“Hey!”, his boyfriend greeted him so casually, as if he wasn’t clearly freezing in that cold night.

“Touya!”, Yukito exclaimed his name for both the pleasure of saying it and as slight scold. He gave a step aside. “Hurry inside or you’ll end up getting sick!”

Touya wasted no time and complied. While Yukito closed and locked the door again, Touya carefully landed his backpack on the floor right before taking off his shoes, placing them besides his boyfriend’s ones.

“What are you doing here?”, the silver-haired boy asked while helping the other to take out his coat, which was slightly wet from the light snow that was falling outside. “I thought your shift at the restaurant would only end around midnight.”

“Things were too slow today, so my boss decided to close earlier.”, Touya casually passed his hands through his damped hair, shaking it softly. He had strongly regraded not having brought with him an umbrella or at least a bonnet.

Yukito quickly run to the cupboard to fetch a towel for him.

“If you have some spare time, you should have gone home and rested. You’ve been working harder than the usual this week.”, he said, handing the towel to Touya. It wasn't like he wasn't happy to see the other boy. Not at all. The week had been so busy that they had barely had time to meet outside the few classes they share together. However, Yukito couldn’t help but worry about Touya and his health; he would gladly sacrifice some of their time together if that meant that Touya was getting a proper time to rest, recovering all the energy he had spent between classes and all his numerous part-time jobs. He knew his boyfriend was strong, but he was still human.

“I think I can rest here pretty well, can’t I?”, Touya put the towel round his neck and gave a step forward to close even more the already short distance between them. Gently, he touched Yukito’s face, a cold hand on a warm skin, giving to both of them a pleasant shiver. Looking unbothered by the coolness of his boyfriend’s hand, Yukito covered it with his own hand, rubbing his cheek against Touya’s palm as if to lend it some warmth in a tender, affectionate gesture. As tender and affectionate as the smile they both wore on his lips. “Besides, I am home.”

Yukito’s eyes widened for a moment, his face feeling suddenly hot; he wasn’t waiting for a response like that. He felt a bubbling sensation being born inside his stomach and rise through his throat, taking the shape of a soft, cheerful giggle. “Tou-ya, you’re such a sappy!”

“Who are you calling sappy?”, Touya frowned, using the hand he was resting on the other boy’s face to pinch his cheek lightly. He looked annoyed, but Yukito knew it was only a facade; he could see all the softness around his boyfriend’s dark eyes, at the tips of his thin lips, almost imperceptibly turned upwards. And it only made him laugh even more.

Seeing Yukito like this made Touya’s frown melted into the fondest of the smiles. The urge of kissing the silver-haired boy he always feels whenever he sees his face – or thinks about him – only intensified at the that moment and Touya decided to just go for it. He leaned forward, now with both of his hand gingerly cupping Yukito’s face, bringing him closer and closer and closer, so ready to taste his lips once again, always so soft and sweet.

But the kiss never came.

“No! No! No! Rest first, kisses second!”, Yukito declared and ,with an unexpected quick movement, he turned his boyfriend around before putting his hand on his back to gently lead him to the living room.

“Yuki, what the…”

“You go rest and I’ll make some sandwiches and pour some tea for us. You can kiss me as much as you want later.”

“Fine.”, Touya agreed in defeat. It wasn’t exactly what he had planned, but it sounded good enough for him.

Touya took a place at the kotatsu, finishing drying his hair while listening Yukito in the kitchen preparing their snacks. He thought about offering some help to his boyfriend, but he quickly dismissed the idea; Yukito had insisted so much to him to take a rest that the boy would, for sure, kicked him out of the kitchen in no time. Without much to do, he stared at the laptop over the table, finding a paused image of what looked like an intense fight scene on its screen, and started trying to guess what this show was about.

It didn’t take much time for Touya to start feeling bored. He started darting looks at the open door, as if doing so Yukito would hurry up and come back to keep him company. He had been craving his boyfriend presence during that entire hectic week; they had had so little time to spend together these past days and Touya was eager to compensate for the lost time, for all the hugs and kisses and smiles they wasn’t able to share throughout the week.

A few more minutes had passed and Touya decided that being scolded and kicked out of the kitchen by Yukito would worth it.

However, none of it came to him.

“Ah, Toya! Great timing!”, exclaimed Yukito, his hands holding a tray piled up with half dozen sandwiches. Resting over the sink top, another tray was waiting to be picked up, this one carrying two mugs and a steaming teapot. The sweet essence of the tea was hanging on the air, hitting Toya’s noise with the fresh smell of peaches and mint. “Can you pick the other tray, please?”

Carrying a tray each, Touya and Yukito came back to the living room and, without any waste of time, they set the table for their almost-midnight snack, sitting shoulder to shoulder under the heat of the kotatsu. Touya asked about the movie on the laptop screen and Yukito gladly talked all about it while they were eating, making sure to avoid any greater spoilers.

“That show sounds pretty cool.”, Touya said, between a bite and another. If he were being honest, he wasn’t sure if the plot of the show actually sounded that great or if it was Yukito’s enthusiasm about it that picked up his interest on it.

“If you want to, we can watch it together! I wouldn’t mind rewatching the previous episodes with you.”, his smile was so warm, so cozy when he made the offer that Touya found himself completely unable to answer anything but yes.

“Sure! Do you wanna start right now?” and the silver-haired boy didn’t need any other word to draw his laptop closer and click back on the very first episode of the series.

Rewatching the show was still pretty fun, but having Touya by his side was the best part of it. And it wasn’t only because now he had someone to share his thoughts about it. Having Touya’s arm around him, involving his body with his warmth, his scent, his strong but gentle presence, filled Yukito’s heart with the coziest of the feelings.

He felt whole. He felt safe.

He felt at home.

The same could be told about Touya. The boy could feel all the tiredness of the week melting away, leaving his shoulders lighter and his chest full of warmness and the sweetest peace. He nestled his boyfriend comfortably into his arms and rested his cheek on the top of his head, breathing slowly, absorbing Yukito’s presence and letting it impregnate his lungs, his heart, his whole being.

It was like magic; something fantastic and hard to describe, but so easy to feel – to get immerse in.

Yukito was his safe place and Touya always does his best to be the same to Yukito.

In their small, quiet world, Touya could finally feel truly relaxed, leaving all the stress and exhaustion from that long, long week behind and embrace the serenity of the moment. He allowed his body to go limp and his eyelids to get heavier and heavier, giving in to a sweet sleepiness state.

“I think we should go sleep.”, Yukito suggested, a hint of laughter in his voice. “We can watch the rest of the show tomorrow.”

Touya yawned. “Good idea.”

The taller boyfriend unwrapped his arms from around the other to stretch his body a bit, letting the silver-haired boy free to lean toward and close his laptop. But, before he could do anything else, such as get up and start cleaning up the table, Touya enlaced his waist once again, keeping him close to himself.

“Hey, don’t think I forgot about the kisses you’ve promised me!”, Touya smiled and cupped Yukito’s face with one of his hands, his thumb tenderly stroking his boyfriend’s cheek.

Yukito’s eyes lighted up like a moon finally appearing from behind a thick layer of clouds; so bright, so beautiful, so powerful against the darkness. Toya nearly lost his breath when he smiled back at him, the same smile that made him fall in love so many years ago. Sweet and vibrant. So sincere and genuine, coming from his core and growing until it blossom into his lips.

Those warm, soft lips that Touya was dying to kiss. So, that was what he did it.

Toya leaned forward and kissed Yukito exactly the way he was waiting for the whole day: slowly and affectionate, enjoying every single second of it. There was no hurry; they had all the time in the world - their private world. They could just allowed themselves to get lost in each other’s touch, to dive in each other’s warmth, in the sweetness of the other’s mouth. To Yukito, Touya’s lips had always tasted like peaches, but, somehow, they tasted especially sweet that night; he wondered if the tea they had had earlier would have something to do with that. Coincidentally, Touya found Yukito’s lips softer than ever, more tempting than ever.

“Satisfied?”, Yukito asked with a soft giggle when their lips parted. Even with their mouths parted, they kept their faces close, forehead to forehead, the tip of their noses softly brushing to the other in a loving gesture, while their bodies followed the example and still tangled in an embrace so tight that one could feel the other’s heart beating fast against their own.

“Not quite. I could have a dozen more of it, but I’m so tired right now that I think I’ll save them for tomorrow.”, as to emphasize his words, Touya closed his eyes and let his head slowly slip until it found the curve of Yukito’s neck, resting there with a content sigh. He could feel his boyfriend’s body shaking in a quiet laughter.

Yukito landed a gentle kiss on the top of Touya’s head, whispering against his dark strands: “They will be waiting for you in the morning.”

Hearing those words, Touya smiled and released the weight of his tired body over Yukito’s. Caught by surprise, the silver-haired boy’s body easily gave in with the sudden extra weight and lay down on his back with his boyfriend on his top, making both boys laugh.

Touya rested his head on Yukito’s chest and hugged his wait, while Yukito wrapped his arms around his shoulder, using one of his hands to stroke Touya’s hair in the most tender way, giving his boyfriend some pleasant goosebumps.

“We should go to bed, you know? Or we’re gonna catch a cold.”, Yukito said, but made no effort to get up or made his boyfriend to do so.

“We’ll be fine. We have the kotatsu and each other to keep ourselves warm the whole night.”, Touya’s voice was heavy with sleep, getting lower and lower with every word he said. Yukito only answer was a soft giggle and another kiss on his head.

They both felt so comfortable, so in peace resting in each other’s arms. They let the pounding of the other’s heart be their lullaby, leading them to a sweet slumber.

“Tou-ya~!”, Yukito called him with what was left of his consciousness.

“Hm?”

“Love you.”

Touya smiled to himself. “I love you, too.”

#Cardcaptor Sakura #CCS #Kinomoto Touya #Tsukishiro Yukito #Touyuki #Touya x Yukito #Fanfic #Fic #AO3

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highonchocolate · 3 years

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One More Cup of Coffee

ML Secret Santa for @togetherwekill! Happy Holidays :D

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The Queer Cafe: A Safe Space for LGBTQ+ People. All are welcome!

Spoiler stared down at the cafe from her perch on a nearby rooftop. Black Bat crouched beside her, silent and still as ever, her only movement the flutter of her cape in the wind. The little shop was located in Amusement Mile, just on the outskirts of Crime Alley. Quite an interesting location for a cafe.

Logically, since it posed no threat, they should have moved on in their patrol route a while ago, but something was keeping her rooted to the spot. As cliche as it sounds, it was as if the Universe wanted her to go inside.

Looking over at her partner, Spoiler indicated the still-open shop. “Wanna check it out? Patrol’s slow tonight.”

Black Bat paused for a moment, considering the question, before nodding once. “Fast.”

“Yeah, okay. We’ll make it fast.” She jumped down from the building, landing in front of the door in a flash of purple. Black Bat followed, a silent shadow beside her.

She pulled open the door, and the heavenly scent of baked goods and coffee hit her nose. “Oh my gosh,” She moaned longingly. “That smells amazing.” She quickly walked (not ran, good vigilantes don’t run when they smell delicious food) inside, hand clasped around Black Bat’s to drag her in as well. The cheery jingle of the bell above the door chimed once, twice, and the two baristas at the counter looked up at the noise. One was male, with black hair frosted a light teal at the tips, and the other was female, with blond hair and blue eyes. “I don’t understand why I can’t be on the morning shift with Nettie and Kagami!” The blonde one was complaining as they approached the counter.

“Chloé, we all know that if you were in the morning shift, you would be cranky as hell because you had to get up at six. Don’t even try and deny it.” The man laughed. “Besides, you just want to be with your girlfriend while she works.”

“..Maybe.” The girl, Chloé, grumbled in reply, crossing her arms petulantly.

Noticing Spoiler and Black Bat, they immediately stopped chatting and turned to the counter.

“Hello. How may I help you?” The blue haired man smiled as they approached. His eyes were unnaturally teal, and they seemed to flash as they made eye contact. He radiated tranquillity, as opposed to Chloé, who seemed to have a loud, crackling energy that demanded your attention, and tugged at you until you noticed her presence.

“Hey, uh, Luka.” Spoiler squinted at his name tag. “Could I get a cup of coffee, with cream and sugar?”

“Sure.” He turned away to prepare her order, humming softly as he worked.

“What would you like?” Chloé turned to face Black Bat, a customer service smile plastered on her face.

Black Bat said nothing, opting to remain quiet in the face of this stranger, sizing her up and analyzing her body language to get a read on her character.

At her silence, Chloé’s smile turned a bit more real, electric blue eyes softening as she pointed to a sign next to the display case.

All our employees are fluent in ASL, French, and English. Let us know if you speak a different language!

Black Bat scanned it briefly, before nodding once and lifting her hands to sign. ‘Black coffee, please.’

‘No cream or sugar?’ Chloé signed back.

‘Sugar, no cream.’

‘Okay, You can head down there and wait,’ she indicated the other end of the counter, ‘your order will be completed shortly.’

“Thank you.” Spoiler spoke, cringing at how her words broke the calm silence that had come with their nonverbal conversation.

Chloé gave her a small smile. “You’re welcome.”

—-

They were silent as they grappled back home. When they had showered and eaten, Stephanie turned to Cass who was curled up beside her one the couch. “What’d you think of that cafe?” She asked quietly, running her fingers through dark hair, still damp and smelling faintly of flowers from her earlier shower.

Cass hummed thoughtfully, head resting on Steph’s shoulder. “Safe. Trustworthy.” She paused. “Go back in the morning?”

Steph smiled down at her. “Yeah, I’d like that. Maybe they have waffles.” She said hopefully, wiggling excitedly at the thought.

Cass laughed quietly, turning her head and pressing a quick kiss to her shoulder. Standing, she offered a hand and pulled Steph up. “Bedtime.”

“Yeah, I can get behind that.” She yawned, swatting away the blond strands of hair hanging in her face. “Lead the way, babe.”

—-

They woke up a few hours later, cuddled together in a mess of limbs underneath the warm blanket. Yawning, Cass gently untangled herself from Steph’s grip, before heading into the bathroom to brush her teeth.

By the time she walked back out in black tights and a matching sweatshirt, Steph was awake, blonde hair a tangled mess on her head. She snuggled deeper into her blanket as Cass approached, stubbornly keeping her eyes shut. Cass’ lips quirked into a smile at her adorably grumpy look.

“Come.” She kissed her nose gently, “Going to cafe.”

Steph grumbled out a sleepy reply, eyes finally opening.

“Gimme,” She yawned, “Fifteen minutes, Cass.” Another yawn. “And then we can go.”

Cass beamed down at her, giving her another kiss-on the cheek this time- before heading downstairs.

True to her word, Stephanie came downstairs fifteen minutes later, clad in warm black leggings and a white top, purple cardigan thrown around her shoulders.

“Let’s go!” She grinned, earlier tiredness replaced with her usual vibrant energy.

Cass smiled back, already straddling her sleek black motorcycle. Seeing her girlfriend’s ride, Steph immediately hopped onto her matching purple bike, revving the engine and following behind as they weaved through the busy streets.

They stopped in front of the familiar storefront, the charming sign proudly declaring it was ‘Open for Business’

The bell above the door once again heralded their arrival with a loud chime. This time there were two women at the counter. They could have been mistaken for twins with their matching heads of raven hair, if it wasn’t for their different colored eyes and facial structure. Interestingly, when one of them shifted, her sleeve moved, revealing a hexagonal tattoo on her inner wrist. Cass immediately noticed it, nudging Steph softly in the side, and she immediately committed its whorls and lines to memory. Thankfully it didn’t seem to match any of the gang symbols she knew of, which was a relief. The food here was so good she’d hate to have to fight the owners in some turf war next week or something.

“Hello!” The one with the tattoo grinned at them, otherworldly sapphire eyes gleaming. What was it with these people and their strange eyes? “What would you like today?”

“Coffee, cream with no sugar.” Cass said, spine straight, gaze unwavering. Assessing. The other woman didn’t even flinch in the face of her stare, choosing to smile, even as a pink flush crept over her cheeks. Her name tag read Marinette.

“Of course! Would you like anything else?”

“Bagel, please.”

“Okay.” Some hair had fallen out of her messy bun, and she tucked it behind her ear as she turned to Steph. “What would you like?”

“Uh, do you have waffles?” Steph blurted out, feeling embarrassed for no reason.

“We do! Would you like any toppings?”

“Um, just whipped cream and chocolate syrup, if you don’t mind.” She fought the urge to fidget.

Why was she getting so nervous?! It wasn’t her first time meeting a pretty girl! Besides, she already had a girlfriend.

‘But Cass said she would be open to three, remember?’ A traitorous voice whispered in her mind.

She squashed it down. Marinette probably wasn’t even interested in her, much less the two of them.

“No problem. Do you want a drink with that or is water good?”

“Water’s fine, thank you.”

“And can I have a name for your order?”

“Oh, it’s Stephanie. Stephanie Brown.”

Marinette smiled, “Your order will be out in a few minutes. Feel free to take a seat in the meantime!”

She walked over to a vacant table with two seats and plopped down in one, allowing her head to thunk down on the table with a groan. She heard Cass slide into the seat across from her, and felt her warm hand grip her own. “Was pretty.” Cass said quietly, noticing her blush. “Maybe…?”

She allowed the question to hang in the air as Steph lifted her head to look over at her. “Those eyes,” she said reverently. “I think I’m in love.”

Cass shot her an answering grin, answering the unspoken question hovering over their heads. Yes, She seemed to say. I would be okay with both of you.

“You sure?” Steph breathed out hopefully. After all, she had been the one to suggest the idea of a third in the first place.

“Yes.” She nodded firmly. Anything else they were going to say was cut off by the arrival of their food.

“Here you go!” Marinette smiled cheerily, setting two plates down.

“Thank you, this looks amazing!” Stephanie told her enthusiastically, the warm scent of just baked waffles rising to her nose, mixing pleasantly with the smells of bagels and coffee.

“Smells good. Thank you.” Cass smiled up at her, watching as she flushed from their compliments.

“Oh, thank you! Enjoy!” She smoothed down her skirt and walked back to the counter with a smile.

—-

Before Steph knew it, they were going to that little cafe nearly every day, and although she tried to deny it, she knew it was because they both had the smallest crush on a certain ravenette. But Marinette clearly did not like their presence, if the way she would turn red (flushed or angry?) and begin to stutter or ramble whenever they were within ten feet of each other was any indication.

She also seemed to get more worked up whenever they stopped by, seeing as she once dropped an entire plate of tiramisu when they walked in through the door. Not to mention all the other times it happened, whether it was dumping a batch of flour over her head, or spilling coffee on her apron, but it only served to make her that much sweeter in their eyes.

Of course, Adrien, another barista with blond hair and a forest green gaze, was quick to reassure the both of them that Marinette was a hopeless bisexual disaster, and she would always turn fire engine red and trip over her words (and feet) whenever she had a crush on someone.

After that, it was easy for them to ask her out.

“Hey Steph, hey Cass!” She laughed nervously. “What can I get you for today?”

Cass, straight to the point as always, stepped forward and looked her in the eyes. “Your number.”

It was comical how fast her face turned red. “What?”

“Could we get your number, Mari?” Steph repeated, refusing to waver.

“I didn’t think you were interested-uh are you sure?” She spluttered.

“Yes,” They said in unison, ignoring how Adrien was cheering in the background.

“Oh wow, um okay, sure!” She tucked her hair behind her ears nervously, grabbing a pink sticky note and scribbling down a set of numbers in looping cursive.

“Thanks Mari,” Steph grinned, “We’ll see you tomorrow, then?”

“Oh! Um, yeah!” She waved as they walked out of the store. And continued waving, a lovestruck grin on her face.

“Bug, you can put your hand down now,” Adrien laughed.

“Oh my god Adrien!” She let her head drop into her palms, “That was a disaster! On a scale from ‘you’ll be fine’ to ‘never show your face in public again,’ how bad was it?”

“I think it was pretty good, considering they’re both coming back tomorrow, and they asked you for your number,” He said, wiggling his eyebrows at her suggestively. “Is there some romance in our Mari’s future?”

“Wait, were they both flirting with me?!” She shrieked, suddenly jolting up from her slumped position. “Was that them asking me on a date?!”

“How would I know? Romance is over my head.” He shrugged. “Ask Chloé if you need help with that kinda thing.”

“Oh my god,” She groaned, sliding down in her seat. “I’m hopeless.”

“Hopelessly in love!”

—-

Soon enough, the two of them were regulars at the little cafe, in both their civilian and vigilante lives.

Cass would spend hours listening t o Luka’s music, the two of them communicating in a language only they seemed to understand.

Stephanie and Chloé also grew close, their loud personalities and similar temperaments often prompting people to ask if they were twins, or sisters.

Spoiler and Adrien hit it off as well, joking back and forth with each other as he prepared her order at ungodly hours of the morning, sunshine smile ever present.

Kagami and Black Bat, as unlikely a pairing as it seemed, also bonded over fighting styles, and their shared determination to get things done.

Group movie nights, random get togethers, spontaneous trips to the mall, soon the two of them couldn’t imagine life without the crazy group of five that had somehow become such a major part of their lives.

—-

And one winter night, as they cuddled together on Cass’ couch, Marinette told them of nineteen gods, bound to jewelry, and how time and time again heroes rose to protect the world. She spoke of a temple burned to ash, a sacred duty passed down from Master to Apprentice, and a tale of a corrupted brooch and how a man's undying love for his wife drove him to darkness.

And after she finished her tale, silver tears glistening on her cheeks from the memories she had relived, Steph and Cass pulled her closer, clutching her tightly; and recounted their stories to her, whispering to her of swinging through the city at night, watching from the shadows high above, and battling in the name of justice.

As she snuggled deeper into her girlfriends’ warm embrace, Stephanie couldn’t help but be grateful for the small pull of fate that had led her into a coffee shop at two in the morning.

Nothing could possibly ruin this.

Until her phone chimed with texts from Dick, Alfred, Bruce, and Tim asking her what, exactly, she thought she was doing, and why she was in a random apartment near Crime Alley.

So that’s what they forgot...

#maribat #miraculous ladybug secret santa #coffee shop au #marinette dupain cheng #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #luka couffaine #kagami tsurugi #chloe bourgeois #adrien agreste #bisexual marinette dupain cheng #disaster marinette dupain cheng #lgbtq+#romance #fluff #fxfxf #marinettexcassxstephanie

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Revelations and not so secret crushes

A little gift for @bunathebunny . Also @miraculousmelodies , like I promised

People make mistakes all the time. And it's okay! Failure is a part of progress and if you never fail, then you don't do anything at all.

One may argue that mistaking potions for milk and eating someone's special macaroons wasn't this type of mistake. "He should have been more careful," they say. But did you try to make coffee in a kitchen littered with potions while also being sleep deprived? No? Thought so.

The last paragraph was specifically written for Dick's younger brothers, Jason Todd and Tim Drake. Those two decided that it was a great idea to make fun of their dearest elder brother and his very unfortunate mistake. And even if Tim was perfectly aware of struggles that came with making coffee while being sleep deprived, he didn't have to worry that white liquid may be a potion, not milk.

But in the end Dick was very grateful for that small mistake. It has resolved several conflicts and had very unpredictable consequences.

***

It was morning. Just a normal winter morning. You know, when it's too dark and far too cold and you don't want to leave your bed? That was a morning like that.

Normal men don't get up at six a.m but Richard "Dick" Grayson wasn't one. And it's good, because his family was neither normal nor sane.

"Being normal is boring," his girlfriend, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, would say. If it were someone else, Dick would wholeheartedly agree with them while hanging upside down from the chandelier in the manor.

But because it was Marinette, Dick had to immediately assume she hasn't been sleeping or eating healthy for the last 48 hours. Usually, he was wrong, but he did enjoy taking care of her.

Another proof that shows how much Dick Grayson isn't a normal or sane man is vigilantism. You see, normal people deal with trauma by talking about it with a therapist or their friends. And do you know what did Dick do? He donned his family's colour and decided to beat up criminals. What a great idea! And Bruce Wayne allowed it because, apparently, fighting crime is an appropriate hobby for a nine-year-old boy. (Don't worry, Brucie, we know that Dick Grayson is too stubborn and he forced you to make him your sidekick, we don't blame you much)

No matter how much not normal or insane Dick was, he was a good man who wanted to help people. That's why he didn't complain to Bruce about being tired after patrols. Much.

It didn't mean he didn't complain to Marinette though. Hugs and kisses were an added bonus to her being a very good listener. But that morning Marinette was too busy to even notice him. Dick tried his hardest to swallow his disappointment. He knew how important every commission was to Marinette. It was her passion and her life.

He sighed with the most miserable expression he could muster but Marinette didn't even look up. She continued sewing and ignoring his brilliant performance. Dick huffed with annoyance. How could she ignore him when he was sitting on their bed looking so sad and exhausted and hot?

***

Kitchen was the best room in their apartment. It was also the safest one because of Marinette's protection charms and spells. There was always a faint smell of pastry and delicious food.

Preparing coffee was completely mechanical. His tiredness didn't let him comprehend his own actions. That's why he didn't notice the strange taste of the drink as he should have.

Dick immediately felt better after finishing his coffee. He felt like a burden was lifted from his shoulders. It made him think about Marinette. His lovely girlfriend. He wanted to, no, he craved to see her. He could bet she smelled amazing.

Marinette was still working when he entered their room (she preferred her bedroom to any office). His heart swelled with tenderness at the image before him. Marinette was biting her lip, strands of hair in her face. She was also wearing his sweater, which made him roll his eyes, because it was the very same sweater he had lost. She was so concentrated that she didn't even notice him entering their bedroom.

Dick slowly approached Marinette to not spook her. "I love you, Cupcake," he confessed out of blue. Marinette jumped at the sound of his voice making Dick cringe internally. "I'm sorry for startling you, Mari." The woman just laughed and took off her glasses. Apparently, sewing in deem light isn't good for your eyes. And how could she know that?

"No, don't be sorry. I should pay more attention to my surroundings," Marinette suddenly stopped mid sentence. "I'm sorry for ignoring you earlier, Birdy. Do you want a hug?" Dick grinned at her offer and immediately scooped her in his arms.

"I know it's been a stressful week. What do you think about staying in bed the whole day? We can watch a movie. We can watch the Ladybug one and make fun of inaccuracies. Or any other superhero movie," he ranted excitedly. Marinette laughed a little and pulled back slightly. Dick's was adorable, but Marinette had a feeling that he wouldn't appreciate her laugh.

"I have to finish this dress for Clara, you know that," Marinette sighed tiredly. She really wanted to take a break and spend the day with her boyfriend. He always knew when she was too tired to continue working. Maybe, today was a day like that?

It was unfair to keep Marinette from her passion and Dick knew it. But! He wanted to spend some time with his wonderful girlfriend. It wasn't his fault she was the cutest person he has ever met. And he still couldn't make her choose between her passion and him. Dick sighed and started moving slowly to let Marinette out.

"Hey, I didn't say no," Marinette laughed at his hopeful gaze. "Yes, I would really like to spend more time with you."

And that's how Marinette found herself suffocating in a tight grip of her boyfriend. She actually didn't mind it. Feeling his weight on her body was the best feeling ever. It reminded her that he was with her, grounded her, when she was too concentrated on her work.

Marinette didn't really focus on the movie that was playing. Something was off and she couldn't focus. Dick was talking but she couldn't understand a word so focused on her feelings.

"...Marinette? Marinette?" Dick's worried voice drew her out of haze. She could see concern in his eyes so she tried smiling as reassuring as possible. Dick didn't seem convinced but hard lines on his face relaxed a little bit.

"I'm sorry. I dozed off. Cuddling with you always makes me sleepy, you know that." Dick sighed and hugged her even tighter. "What were you talking about?"

"I wanted your opinion about the next Titan's mission. You see, Wally has offered this strategy…"

Marinette listened to his every word very attentively. His excitement was obvious in every line and small movement. He was proud of Wally and his ideas, he wanted to share it with her.

"Do you know that you've spent more time complimenting Wally than actually relaying his strategy?" Marinette asked with a teasing smile. His face and neck were immediately covered with red spots.

"I… I… I have a crush on Wally!" Dick blurted out and Marinette felt like all air from her lungs disappeared. Colour left Dick's face immediately after realising what he had said. He started babbling how much he loved her, how important she was for him, he kissed her cheeks and hands. But all Marinette could focus on was that… she had lost a bet. Jason would be unbearable for the next several weeks. Or maybe even months. Marinette shuddered at the thought.

"Marinette, please, say something. Please. I'm sorry," Dick was clearly panicking and for a moment Marinette wanted to prank him. Pretend that she was hurt and then explain that it was because of her bet with Jason. But it felt too cruel, so she took his hand and smiled reassuringly.

"I knew it," she said, and Dick's bewildered expression was worth her honesty. "And it's okay, because it's possible to love multiple people at the same time. You loving Wally doesn't mean you don't love me." Dick stayed still for a long moment before leaning to her and knocking her breath out with a kiss. Marinette tried to lean away but he chased her lips every time, continuing kissing her.

"I love you so much. I don't know what I have done to deserve someone like you, but I will keep you until the end of the Universe," he whispered into her lips when they finally pulled a part.

"I love you, too. And falling for you felt like the easiest thing in the world," she said breathlessly, making Dick snort. He let out an involuntary whine when she leaned even further away.

"Why were you so upset?" Dick asked after several minutes of silence. Marinette murmured something into his shirt but he couldn't understand a word. "Can you repeat it please? I didn't understand a word you've said."

"Because I've lost a bet," she repeated just barely louder, but thankfully Dick heard her clearly this time.

"A bet?" he asked with the most confused and bewildered expression possible.

"You see, both Jason and I knew about your crush on Wally. And one day we were bored, so we started talking about you two. Jason said that you would blurt it out during an inappropriate moment but I thought you would sit me down and explain everything. So now, because of you I will have to give Jason 10 dollars," Marinette explained, carefully gouging hir reaction.

Dick prepared himself to hear a lot of different explanations. They varied from "I was surprised and didn't know how to react" to "I am unhappy with this and everything I said was for your comfort". He did not expect that the reason for her surprise was a bet. A bet. With his brother. His brother who also knew about his crush on Wally.

"How… How did you two find out? I thought I was doing a great job concealing my baby crush."

"Oh, it was so hard! You totally don't look at him with a stupid lovesick grin. And you totally don't laugh at his stupid jokes. You don't hold hands and touch each other all the time. You don't look both at me and him when you make jokes or laugh. Oh no! You do all of that and more!" Marinette exclaimed with a fake surprise.

"...I do?" Dick asked, his voice so small. "And you really don't mind it?"

"I really don't mind. As I said before, I'm secure in our relationship and I know that you love me. Also, I really like Wally. You have a good taste," Dick's smile at her words was brighter than thousands of suns. He picked her up and started spinning her around. Marinette's laugh filled their apartment, and in that moment Dick knew everything was going to be alright.

***

Later, much later, Dick was panicking. Everything sounded so easy when Marinette was with him. "Just go and confess to him,"she said. "I'm sure he feels the same," Marinette said, patient as ever, when Dick was panicking about every possible negative outcome.

"What if he rejects me? What if he wants me to break up with you?" he asked Marinette then. He tugged his hair from the frustration, but Marinette just smiled and took his hands.

"If he rejects you, I will hold you until you feel better. We will eat ice cream and watch cheesy movies. And Wally is a good person, I'm sure he would never ask us to break up." Dick briefly thanked all gods for giving him Marinette before leaning in to kiss her.

"I love you," he murmured into her lips.

But now he was alone in their apartment, because, unlike him, Marinette had a job to do. Dick sighed the tenth time in a row. He didn't have to worry about Marinette's reaction to his confession, because she was the one who had asked him out. "I don't hesitate anymore," she had said with a brilliant smile.

Well, Dick knew one thing for sure: he was a coward and would never confess to Wally without Marinette being there. And he couldn't ask anyone for advice. How does one explain that they are in love with two people at the same time? Should he just google it?

His musings were interrupted by a series of long knocks and a loud voice. Was it Jason screaming. "Hey, Dickhead, asking someone to hangout with you and then not showing up is such a dick move!" Yes, that was Jason. Dick scowled before remembering that he had invited Jason and Tim to spend time together.

He grinned and leaped out of the bedroom. Hanging out with his brothers would be a perfect excuse to not confess to Wally! A great timing on their part.

"Hey, guys..!" he was rudely interrupted by a shirt thrown into his face.

"Get dressed, Dickie bird. I don't want to see proofs of you and Pixie having a healthy sexual life." Dick flushed bright red when he realized that he was naked. He ran back to his bedroom followed by both Tim's and Jason's laugh. God, how embarrassing.

***

Wally was bored. He felt like he could die from boredom. And the day had started so nicely. He woke up early and prepared himself a very tasty cup of tea. Wally finished every small task around his apartment. He started reading several different books but none of them piqued his interest. There was nothing interesting on TV.

Wally sighed again. And again. And again. He felt like an aristocrat, laying on his coach with a wine glass full of water in his hand. The only thing missing was a manor. And nicer clothes. And servants. And wine. Actually, a lot of things were missing.

Jason's invitation to hangout felt like a blessing. Finally, something interesting to do. His heart totally didn't flutter in his chest when he found out that Dick would be there, too. No, sir, no. Dick was his best friend and nothing more. He was also dating Marinette, Wally's another very good friend.

Wally was the first one to arrive at the bar Dick had offered to meet in. It took all of his mental strength to not start bouncing from all the energy.

"Hi, Wally," Wally's smile dimmed a little when he realized it was Jason, not Dick. "I thought Dickie would be here first. You know, considering it was his idea."

Wally nodded at Jason's words. He thought he would have at least several minutes alone with Dick, who seemed to avoid him lately. And if he did pay attention to Wally, Marinette would always be there. It wasn't a bad thing per se, because Marinette was amazing, but Wally wanted some alone time with his best bro.

"I wonder why," Wally mussed at loud. Jason smiled in agreement and started talking about neutral themes. Wally could do that. After a day of pure boredom everything was interesting.

Twenty minutes later Tim was there, but Dick was nowhere in sight. Wally frowned. Did something happen? Dick would never miss family hangouts.

"You are late, Replacement," Jason chided Tim, conveniently forgetting he himself came later. Wally laughed at the sheer hypocrisy, but it was a very Jason move.

"Well, Dick is not here, so I don't think it counts," Tim shrugged. He was holding a half-empty cup of coffee (what else could it be?) and clearly needed more sleep. Wally internally shook his head. Sleeping as little as Tim was surely wasn't good for his health. Where were Dick and Bruce looking?

"Where is Dick anyway?" Jason asked, letting out an annoyed huff. "Did he do that so Timmy and I could hang out together? Not a very smart move, because I can just leave now and he will never know."

"He could have just forgotten about it," Wally suggested. He was met with two doubtful gazes. "Yeah, it's very unlikely. Something has happened and he can't leave?"

"Why didn't he say anything then?" Jason asked. He was leaning down on the wall of the bar with a small frown. "We should call him or Marinette."

"Marinette is working so she can't know where he is. We should call Dick directly," Tim said, already holding his phone. He was the one who dialed Dick, but Dick didn't answer not after the first call, nor the second, nor the third. Wally was worried. Dick always answered when someone called. Something must have happened.

"I was right. We should go and check on him. Should we walk or should I run to his apartment?" Wally asked, worry laced in his voice.

"Let's ride. I parked my car nearby," Tim said and turned around, walking to his car. Wally looked at Jason who just shrugged and went after Tim. Well, it seemed like he didn't have a choice then.

The ride to Dick's apartment felt longer than it should have. Wally was burning from all the anxious energy. What if something has happened to Dick? What if they were too late? What if Dick just didn't want to see them? Wally didn't know what would hurt more.

The apartment's doors were locked, which was a good sign. It meant that nobody had broken inside. It also meant that they couldn't enter. Fortunately, Tim had his own key so it wasn't a problem. ("Marinette gave it to me," Tim answered Wally's silent question. "She wanted me to know that I'm always welcome here". "Oh, Pixie didn't give me my own key! Does she not want to see my handsome face?" Jason asked more dramatically than needed. Wally totally wasn't disappointed that he didn't have his own key. It didn't mean that Dick didn't trust him, right?)

The apartment was clean, no visible signs of someone breaking in. Wally looked around, trying to find some clues that would help to understand the situation. Jason yelled something, but Wally didn't pay enough attention to understand him.

Wally turned around at the sound of Dick's voice only to look away immediately. He did not expect to see Dick naked. Wally blushed, thinking about the man's muscles and biceps, small scars on his chest and arms, scratches, and hickeys… Wally paled immediately. Oh, yes, hickeys, because Dick Grayson, his best friend, was dating Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Wally couldn't let himself forget.

It was easier to think after Dick had left. Now, Wally didn't have to use all of his mental strength to not ogle his best friend. Wally wondered why he had reacted this way. It's not like he had never seen Dick naked before. "You saw him when you were changing. You were both naked then. But here, it's much more intimate," his traitorous mind whispered.

"I'm not waiting for the golden boy to get dressed. I'm going to the kitchen. Pixie always has something sweet there," Jason said and walked out of the living room. Wally looked at Tim who just shrugged and followed his brother. Well, it seemed like he had no choice but to go to the kitchen.

The room was full of light and delicious smells. The table was littered with numerous vials, pastry, herbs, and other things Wally couldn't identify. He breathed out, feeling more relaxed than ever, despite his complicated feelings. Marinette's presence and influence were obvious there, and she always had the way to make people feel better. She was just magic that way.

"Wally! I didn't know you were here," Dick's excited voice interrupted his thoughts. Wally didn't even hear him coming in. Do not think about his body. Do not think about his body. Do not think about his body. "I'm really sorry about forgetting our hangout. I'm deeply ashamed."

"You wish I said "it's okay, I forgive you". But I won't! I will always tease you about it, so get ready!" said Jason, while rummaging through a freezer. "Where is milk, Dickhead? I wanted to make a cup of tea for myself, but I can't find anything here."

"Oh, we ran out of milk," Dick replied easily before a panicked expression settled on his face. "Wait… If we ran out of milk, then what did I add to my coffee this morning?"

"Welp, I hope it wasn't one of Marinette's potions," Wally offered sympathetically, but one look at Dick's panicked expression hinted that it was most likely what had happened. And wasn't that funny? Judging by Jason's laugh, he also thought it was hilarious.

"We can call her and ask about the effects of that particular potion?" Tim offered, trying to be serious but burst out laughing. Dick did not appreciate the lack of concern from his brothers. What if the potion hurt him and the effects could never be reversed? "It's very funny, but we really should call Marinette. We don't know how it can affect Dick. It could be really harmful," Tim said after calming down. Even Jason stopped laughing.

They did call Marinette. It must have been the smartest decision in several hours. But she didn't answer. Calling her five more times didn't help. They just were directed to voicemail. Marinette's cheery voice telling them "Hi! You've reached Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I'm very sorry, but I'm busy and can't answer you right now. You can leave me a message and I will call you later! Bye!" didn't help.

"And what should we do?" Wally asked, interrupting the awkward silence. Well, it wasn't awkward per se, but Jason desperately trying and failing to suppress his laugh did make Dick feel uncomfortable.

"You can try and recall everything that happened. This way we can know how exactly the potion affected you," Tim offered with a small shrug. "Start from the morning and up until this moment."

"I was really tired after patrol last night, so I tried complaining to Marinette, but she was too busy so she ignored me. I decided to make a cup of coffee. I actually felt better after it, but I had this strange need to go and hug Marinette, tell her how much I love her." Wally totally didn't feel a pang in his chest. He wasn't jealous. He didn't want Dick to confess to him, because they were best friends and nothing more.

"What happened next? Or are you hiding something?" Seemingly innocent questions (especially, considering it was Jason who asked) flustered Dick so much he was completely red. He's so handsome…no, bad, Wally, stop. "Oh, you are hiding something."

"Marinette and I cuddled, while watching movies," Dick answered, still as red as a tomato. "And then we had sex!"

Wally wasn't jealous Wally wasn't jealous Wally wasn't jealous Wally wasn't jealous Wally wasn't… Oh, he was so jealous

This time silence was certainly awkward. Very awkward. Dick was burning from embarrassment. Wally was trying to convince himself he wasn't jealous. Tim was thinking about anything other than his brother's love life.

And only Jason was amused. The day was working out great for him. He won 10 dollars. Yes, it wasn't much, but the satisfaction of winning the bet with Marinette was worse so much more. It would be even better if Dick blurted out that he has a crush on Wally with him nearby. But it seemed that his dearest older brother would rather embarrass himself than confess.

"Is it everything? Because I think you have left out something," but Dick just glared at him. Well, time for big guns. "Were you and Pixie talking about something? Something very important? Something that will have a big influence on your relationship?" he then feigned a scandalised gasp. "Did you confess that you have cheated on her?! Did you cheat on Marinette?!"

Dick's glare was the funniest thing in the world, and Jason's snickers just made him angrier. "Nothing like! I just told her that I have a crush on Wally!" His satisfied expression slowly morphed into one of shock. "I meant to say that I had told her about my crush on Wally! No, not that! About patrol! Yes, patrol!"

"Your crush on me?" Wally asked, his voice small and soft. He clearly was shocked by Dick's confession. He looked even more surprised than Dick was. "Are you serious?"

Tim felt like he was in a tv drama. Secret crushes? Check? Oblivious main characters? Check? Mean brother Jason? Check. The drama of the reveal? Check. Friends to lovers? Check? Another love interest? Check. The only difference was Marinette. That woman certainly wasn't the "evil and annoying wife". He briefly wondered how she had reacted, but judging that Dick was still alive she was very nice.

"How unpredictable, how surprising," Jason stage whispered, leaning down to Tim. This time both Wally and Dick glared, which was somehow even more amusing. Even Tim was cackling.

"Get out of here. I… Wally and I have to talk about my stupid slip. Go!" Dick shouted, basically throwing them out of the kitchen. Tim and Jason exchanged a knowing look and burst out laughing. Knowing that it pissed Dick off made them laugh even harder.

Dick didn't know what to say or how to react. He wanted to wait for Marinette to confess to Wally. She would know what to say and how to explain his feelings better than he could ever do. Her presence would give him strength and courage. He didn't want to blurt it out. Again. He was an idiot and Wally would never like him back.

"So, you like me?" Wally asked with a nervous chuckle. His crush liked him. His crush liked him. His crush liked him. Wally could not believe it was real and he wasn't dreaming.

"I..yes. Yes, I do," Dick stated, more confident than before. "You are smart, amazing, and incredible. You have a beautiful smile that lights up every room. Your plans are brilliant, but you don't always see it. You are very important to me so yes, I like you."

Wally felt like his head was spinning from Dick's compliments and the sincerety in his eyes. Blush rised to his cheeks. He was at loss of words. How should he react?! Compliment him back?

"I… I really like you, too," Wally finally answered, his throat dry from nerves. Dick broke in a brilliant, brighter than the sun grin. "How did Marinette react to that?"

"Do you want her exact words or just generally?" Dick asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Generally."

"Well, she said that polyamory exists and that me loving you doesn't mean I love her any less," Dick answered with the same gentle smile he always had when talking about Marinette. But this time Wally didn't feel envious or jealous. Dick suddenly looked more nervous than before. "Would you date me? You don't have to date Marinette, but I don't want to break up with her, you know?"

Wally didn't know. He has heard about polyamory and open relationships before, of course. He didn't know what to do or how to act. Would he and Marinette have to share Dick? Would they have a schedule, so they could spend time with Dick? Would they have to be together all the time? But Wally did know that honesty was important in every type of relationship so he took a deep breath and explained everything to Dick.

"Well, neither I nor Marinette have the experience of dating two people at once, so we will have to figure it out. Trials and errors, you know?" Dick offered with a small 0shrug. He looked away, suddenly more nervous than before. His main concern was confessing to Wally, he didn't think how the whole thing would work. "We can try anyway."

"We can try, yeah," Wally repeated with a small smile.

"Now kiss!" Jason groaned from annoyance and lack of patience. Dick felt blush from embarrassment (the amount of times he blushed today was concerning). Jason was not affected by his glare at all. "Well, I'm waiting. Marinette wanted to see your first kiss and I promised her to take a picture," he said gesturing to his phone.

"We won't kiss on camera. We can wait for Marinette," he growled before realising that he hadn't asked Wally how he would feel. Dick could hope the sudden realisation wasn't obvious, but judging by Jason's and Tim's expressions they both have noticed. Nothing to lose then. "Would you mind kissing me with Marinette there? I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

Wally was silent for a moment before shrugging nonchalantly. "We can try, I guess," he said before realising one very crucial detail Dick had missed. "When did you two return? Because I remember Dick throwing you out of here."

"When Dick confessed to you? I'm not sure," Tim said with the same tone one would discuss weather, not their brother's love life. Jason nodded in agreement. "Now, we can leave you two alone. Right, Jason?"

"Eh, we all have to make sacrifices for the happiness of our elder brothers," Jason said with a dramatic gasp, but nothing new, nothing new. "Let's go, Timmy, let's go. We are not welcome here." Wally could swear he had heard Tim mutter "it's not like I am the one who suggested to leave" under his breath.

"So, are we waiting for Marinette?" he asked with a nervous chuckle. God, having Dick's undivided attention and being completely alone with him was a nerve-wracking experience. Wally locked his eyes on Dick's lips. They looked even better than usual. Was it because he could kiss him now? Must be. "No, I wanted to kiss you for too long to wait even a second more," Dick murmured before leaning towards Wally.

Kissing Dick blew up his mind. It wasn't something Wally hoped would ever happen but desperately wanted to. Dick's lips were a little bit chapped, just enough to notice but not enough to make their kiss uncomfortable. Wally didn't want to lean away even for a second to take a breath. If it was his last kiss with Dick (and it certainly wasn't), he would enjoy for as long as he could.

"It was just like I imagined it," Wally blurted out when they stopped kissing. He felt breathless and higher than ever.

"So you imagined kissing me?" Dick asked with a smug smile. "Well, I am me and I'm awesome."

"Where was the confidence when you were panicking about confessing to Wally?" Dick and Wally immediately wiped their head towards the voice. There was standing Marinette with a teasing smile and a Polaroid in her hands. "Don't worry! I wasn't standing here creepily and watching you two make out! I just took a photo and left immediately. Didn't want to intrude," she explained upon noticing Dick's and Wally's reaction.

"Why did you take a photo?" asked Dick.

"For my scrapbook, my heart. I have a photo of our first kiss, our first date, from the day we moved in, and when we finally organized everything. And I wanted to have photos of every important milestone in your relationship, too," Marinette explained, while moving gracefully around the kitchen. Her chaotic moves seemed to have a complicated system Dick couldn't understand.

Wally… didn't know what to say. Sure, he knew that Marinette wasn't against their relationship, but he didn't expect her to be so supportive and kind. He felt warmth bloom in his chest. He wasn't in love with Marinette, but right at that moment, in hers and Dick's cluttered kitchen, he felt like falling for her was the easiest thing ever.

But they still had some questions for Marinette to answer.

"Marinette, you love me, right?" Dick waited for Marinette to nod in agreement before continuing talking. "I may or may not have drunk one of your potions! But it was an accident!"

Marinette sighed tiredly. Then she sighed again. And again. And again. Wally stopped counting after five consecutive sighs. She pinched the bridge of her nose before talking again. "It's okay. I shouldn't leave my potions in the kitchen if I don't want anyone to accidentally drink them. I'm not mad, not disappointed. Accidents happen and it's not your fault. I just need you to tell me from what vial you took it and how it affected you, okay?"

It didn't take long for Marinette fo realise what potion Dick had taken. And when she did, she burst out laughing. Unfortunately, Dick and Wally didn't share her knowledge of magic, so they couldn't appreciate the irony of the situation without her help.

"I've been trying to make a way to free kwami. Tbe potion you've drunk? It's a result of my experiments. It didn't free kwami but it freed you," Marinette explained before laughing again. And this time Dick and Wally did join her.

#maribat #dickinette #birdflashbug #birdflash #fluff #and even more fluff #love confessions and oblivious idiots #I hope it's a good gift

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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with Angel Reyes.

summary: just Angel needing a break.

warnings: nsfw, smut, daddy!kink.

word count: about 1.3k.

gif credits: @angels-reyes.

general masterlist.

random scenes masterlist.

Watching Angel strongly licking his bottom lip with both eyes closed is like an addiction for you. After some minutes in the same position, under the pleasure you are giving him delighted, the firsts pearls of sweat appear on his temples. Angel is lying on his back, as you are on one of your sides with your right arm wrapping his neck and your fingers tightly embracing his throat. Your other hand is pumping his hard cock, spreading the precum from his tip to all his length with your thumb.

It has been a long week for him between club business and short runs. So when he tucked himself in your shared bed, in the middle of the night, you couldn't help but give him a break from his other world.

At first, the pace of your moves were slow, taking your time to taste his tongue impregnated in beer, while you caressed his tense abdomen with your nails, dragging your palm all over his skin and pawing his chest. There's nothing else in life you like the most that touch him and murmurs to Angel how much you love him and his thick fat cock.

But now, you're wrist proffers a fast dance jerking him off, hearing how his vocals become louder. Gluing his dark brown eyes on yours feeling his breathing become erratic, Angel puts his left hand over your right to press it against his throat a little more.

“C'mon, mi dulce… Make me cum”. He growls almost touching your lips, before licking them and submerged you into a lustful kiss.

His tongue presses yours, devouring your mouth like the most delicious thing he has ever tasted before, without counting your pussy. His free hand goes straight to his balls, squeezing them mightily when the tickles on his lower belly becomes constant. Just a reminder of how close he is.

“You like it, daddy?” You whisper with a honeyed voice, enchanting your ears hearing a loud moan as response. “I do it like you like?”

“Fuck, yes, baby girl…” He almost sobs, keeping your gaze with him at all moments. “Dios santo… You do it so fucking good… Shit…”

Angel is stirring under your grip, seeing him biting his bottom lip with his incisors for some seconds. He always does it when he listens to your words, worrying about if you are really pleasing him. You try then to go faster, feeling the heat under your grip increasing uncontrollably until stealing Angel's breath.

The guttural growl echoes in your room, arching a little his back and tensing his jaw because of the orgasm hitting him so hard that his legs are shaking. The warm ropes fall onto your hand and onto his rigid abdomen, watching him with parted lips trying to bring some air to his lungs. Angel looks so fucking sexy tightening the grip around his throat, while his other fingers get tangled in the sheets until his knuckles becomes white.

After some seconds pumping his pleased thick cock, until emptying himself, you loosen the grasp of your hands. Giving him a minute to recompose, kissing and biting his neck, you start to draw an invisible path of kisses down to his collarbone. Angel has put one of his huge ringed hands over your head, caressing your hair, as you continue traveling his chest until catching one of his nipples with your lips. Sucking it slightly, stealing him a delighted gasp, your mouth toures his abdomen to the south of his pelvis.

“That's it, baby girl… Clean the mess you did on daddy…” He mumbles with a soft sleepy voice, fighting against his tiredness just because he wants to feel your warm breath sucking his out.

Licking his spreaded seed on his skin, under his attentive look, you roam every marked vein on his pelvis. So fucking delicious. So fucking obsessed for it. Intertwining his long fingers in your hair, Angel pushes you down until your lips meet his reddened head. Without using your hand more to tangle them behind your back, being gripped by his free one, you don't hesitate in opening your mouth to welcome Angel's hot dick. Your tongue licks it from the base to the tip, tightening his sensible skin with your lips, strongly closed around his cock.

His moans appear again, forcing your head to go deeper to make you choke on his hardness. Pressing his glans against your throat he waits impatiently to the gag that makes his whole anatomy vibrate.

“Fuuuuuck me, mi dulce. You take my like a… fucking champion… Shit, hold'et. Hold'et th—Holy fucking shit!”

A second gag provokes him some strong chills running up his spin, curling his tiptoes as he arches his back to go deeper in your mouth. Your nose meets his pelvis, until you need a break. Pulling himself out of your mouth, being connected by a rope of saliva from your lips to his tip, you can see Angel at the edge of collapsing. Your eyes are filled with some tears because of the effort, but he knows how much you are enjoying it by the way your tongue licks your bottom lip.

“Dirty girl… Fucking anxious bitch, you don't have enough… by making me cum once, ah? You want daddy to cum in your mouth? You want daddy to cream that throat down?” You just nod in silence. “Of course you fucking want it… you're a fucking bitch so fucking needy for your daddy's cock all the time”.

Angel is not going to last long, and he knows it. But he's going to give you what you want. Placing both hands on your head, he forces you again to open your mouth and slam his cock into it. His grip on you marks the rhythm: rough, deep, fast. His tip crashes the limits of your throat with every savage thrust against your face, until he holds it as much deep as he can. The pleasurable howl floods the room, pressing your head down to his pelvis, spilling his heat inside your mouth as you clench your thighs feeling your swollen clit throbbing.

When Angel looses the grip on your head, you pull out his cock to show him your mouth and his cum in. Then, you swallow for the delectation of his eyes. Pushing you on top of him, breathless, he kisses you desperately to taste himself after fucking your mouth. His right hand smacks your ass before nailing his fingers in your skin, tucking his tongue into your cavity to find yours and dominate it too.

You can't help but moan loudly against his lips, when he bites strongly your bottom one, scratching his chest with your nails and leaving some red marks over it.

Letting you fall by his side, Angel uses one of the sheets to clean himself, so he can hold you between his fit and tattooed arms.

“What would I do without you?” He whispers, touching your nose with the tip of his, keeping his eyes closed.

One of his hands is stroking your jaw softly, after the storm of pleasure you have put him in. Angel is grateful for having you in his life; not only because of moments like those, but because you support him on anything unconditionally.

“Te amo… Eres mi vida”. He says about falling asleep, hiding his face into the gap between your neck and your shoulder.

“I love you too, mi angelito. Descansa, ¿sí? I take care of you”. You reply with a soft tone of voice, scratching his scalp to help him to sleep.

#mayans mc x reader #mayans mc imagine #mayans x reader #mayans mc #angel reyes x reader #yes angel you're fucking blessed #angel reyes fanfiction #angel reyes imagine #angel reyes

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cas-backwards-tie · 4 years

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Butterflies

Five Hargreeves x Reader

Request: could you do “you make me feel things, things i don’t know how to describe.” for five please?

Words: 1,240

Warnings: Cursing. Little bit of angst.

A/N: Decided to just go ahead and make this its own post. Hope you enjoy!

“Five, what was that back there?” you demand, following him up the steps of Elliot’s place, trying not to be too loud, while simultaneously not holding back on Five. “You’ve been acting strange all week. What’s got your buns in a twist? The apocalypse? You weren’t this uptight last go-around, so obviously there’s something more,” you think aloud. Suddenly you realize something which shifts your demeanor. Calming yourself down, you decide not to be too hard on him. Five’s angered expression doesn’t fade as he stares at you, curiosity ebbing into his features. “This… is because of your dad, isn’t it? Seeing him again? When you thought you’d never have to,” you think aloud, a soft look upon your face. It kills him inside, it really does. The sheer empathy he can plainly see on your face, the way you wear your heart on your sleeve without a damn to whoever sees it. The corners of your eyebrows turn downward and your lips purse in a way that has his stomach feeling queasy. No… not queasy, but something like that. “Five- I-”

“It’s not that. I couldn’t care less about that waste of a man.” He dismisses your thoughts with the wave of a hand, Five unable to tear his eyes away from you.

“Then what is it?” You ask, placing a hand on his shoulder and gesturing for him to sit, which he does only because it’s been a long night and he’s had enough of everyone’s antics. Watching the boy take a seat, you notice how large the bags underneath his eyes have gotten, how glazed over his eyes are, how silent he’s been. Maybe he’s just tired, you think to yourself. He really does look worse for wear. “I’ll be right back, just… stay here. There’s something I think you need,” you request. Five contemplates disobeying you. He’s a rule-breaker, always has been, always will be. You should know that. Only he gets to decide his fate. However, he doesn’t feel like breaking your request for some reason, so he patiently sits and waits on the couch. Staring at your figure in the kitchen, he admires the dress you’re wearing and recounts tonight’s events. Part of him wishes he could’ve spent more time at the Mexican consulate with you. Perhaps it’s cheesy but a dance might’ve been nice, the normalcy would’ve been welcomed… though it’s a comfort not afforded in his life, and now, neither in yours. Five can hope that one day that’ll change. He can hope that one day there’ll be a moment where he’ll be allowed to offer you a dance, just for the sake of the dance, no looking out for enemies or waiting for a target to arrive. No ulterior motive other than spending time with you. Lost in thought, Five blinks a few times when you return, your voice being the beacon which brings him back to reality.

“It’s chamomile tea. I know that you’re not a tea drinker, and, admittedly, it’s not my favorite either… but you need some sleep, we both do, and this will help,” you speak softly. Your hand rests on his shoulder as you stand by him for a moment before plopping yourself down onto the couch beside him. “The world will be okay for a few hours while you rest. We’re no good if we’re beat by the time it’s actually time to fight,” you joke, which elicits a chuckle from him.

Rubbing his eyes, Five determinedly chugs the tea, surprised by the refreshing and soothing tempered taste of the liquid as it runs down his throat. Maybe it’s because you made it for him, but for once in his life, he actually enjoys the tea. It isn’t too bitter or bland; it’s just right. You lean back against the cushions, the nonstop intensity of the impending apocalypse setting more stress on your body than you even realize. You both assume it’s tiredness. These past two weeks have been a continuous stress-show and the weight of the world is literally on your shoulders. With these thoughts in mind, you can’t help but spare a glance at Five, head lulling to the side as you admire him.

“This doesn’t mean I’m quitting coffee,” he comments, eyes shifting to make eye-contact as his head remains still. Almost as if he’d sensed your staring. Maybe he had. A sleepy smile graces your lips and your chest rises with the deep inhale you take.

“I know,” you respond quietly, your eyes breaking the contact for a moment as they fall to his hand resting by his side on the couch. Five watches this and wonders what’s going through your head this very moment. Next, you’re reaching out for his hand, placing yours delicately on top of his, your eyes raising to meet his again. Crap. His heart speeds up, and he suddenly feels that previous feeling returning to his stomach again. It’s uncomfortable for him. No one’s ever made him feel this way. Suddenly Five can’t stand your eye-contact and looks away. He can’t bear to move his hand away from yours, but the way you look at him is just… too much. Five can’t be sure why, he can’t understand why you look at him like he’s this innocent, normal, hell, even nice guy sometimes. Yet, you always treat him as such. Granted, you do get mad and lose your shit on him at times, yes, but that’s the exception. Just as he’s about to zone out again, your voice brings him back. “Five?” Once he’s looking at you, his attention back on you, you speak. “What is it? What’s going on?” It could be the gentle and soft tone of your voice, perhaps, or maybe it’s the way you sound like you’re begging, but Five contemplates talking. “Please. You know you can talk to me. About anything, it doesn’t matter what it is, Five. We’ll handle it.” There it is. The determinant; an empathic smile upon your lips, the reassuring gentle squeeze of your hand. It persuades him, breaks him.

Tearing his gaze away from yours, the boy places his teacup down with the saucer on the coffee table in front of you both. He swallows his fear and decides for once to just voice his thoughts, to let himself talk without thinking like his family so often does. “I don’t- I don’t know, okay?” With a swift turn of his head, your eyes meet once again and he’s slid his hand out from under yours. Gesticulating, he continues, “There’s just something- recently- and it’s changed, and I can’t pinpoint why. I’ve spent hours thinking about it- granted that’s more time than I can afford right now- but you- you make me feel things, things I don’t know how to describe. And it’s bothering me, all right?” He lets out a relieved sigh, letting his body slump against the cushions as sleepiness ebbs into his body. “That’s all. That’s why I’ve been more… ’uptight’ as you put it,” he mentions, giving you a side-eye that he really doesn’t mean. This is new information to you, and as the two of you sit there in silence, Five suddenly remembers the term he’d once heard someone use for the feeling in his stomach: butterflies. Of course, he doesn’t know what this means or why he only feels them around you, but it’s something he’s been slowly growing used to.

#Five Hargreeves x Reader #Number Five x Reader #tua five #tua fic #tua reader insert #The Umbrella Academy fic #The Umbrella Academy reader insert #Five Hargreeves x Reader fluff #my writing

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amelialincoln · 3 years

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Notion

“Hey.” Link was breathless as he brought the final bits of outdoor furniture into the kitchen. It was supposed to rain tomorrow and Seattle had become covered in a thick layer of fog that seemed to cling to him as he closed the door to the backyard.

“Everyone headed out?” Amelia asked, scraping the last of the kid’s leftovers into the compost. Link nodded, placing a lingering, cold kiss on her forehead that made her shiver.

“Seemed kinda awkward between Jackson and Winston.”

“Well, it’s not Maggie’s fault that Jackson’s dated every person in a fifty mile radius,” she responded bitterly.

“This is true,” Link nodded.

“What’s going to make things worse is that she’s going to have to explain that all of us are mourning her other ex’s death,” she added grimly.

“No,” Link’s voice was soft. “I thought he pulled through.”

“Richard just called me to see if I wanted to join a meeting on zoom tonight, everything fell apart and Teddy and Owen couldn’t save him.” Tears were starting to fill her eyes. Deluca hadn’t spent much time on her service recently but he and Sam were pivotal when she was working on Kimmie’s tumor. When it came to her own tumor, she was surprised how much Deluca had shown his support.

“So, he’s just gone?” Unlike Amelia, Link hadn’t experienced a whole lot of death.

“Yeah.” He pulled her into his chest and rocked gently. It almost hurt how nice it was to see the few people that had come over today. Despite the house they were living in being chaos, the couple had never felt more isolated and alone. “I had to tell Zola that Mer might possibly not wake up.” Amelia whimpered. “She was so strong. She doesn’t want to worry Bailey and Ellis so she told Maggie and I not to tell them. If anything happens to Mer, Derek made Kathleen their godmother, I can’t watch these kids get shipped off to New York, they’ve had it hard enough.”

“I know, babe,” Link sighed, pulling her in closer.

“I have to go feed Scout, my boobs are gonna explode,” Amelia finally shed herself of Link’s arms after a couple of blissful moments. “Can you read to Zola and Bailey? I can handle Ellis because she’ll get like five stories out of you if I let you go in there.” Link chuckled.

“You’re probably right.”

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“Auntie Amelia.” Amelia was relieved to be greeted with a sleepy voice as she stepped into the pink monstrosity that was Ellis’ room.

“Hi Elle belle.” She smiled in response to the little girl’s arms reaching towards her. “Come on sweetheart, let's pick some pjs.”

“Can you make it a surprise?” Ellis asked in a way that made Amelia’s ovaries explode and she found herself wondering what Link would think about trying for a girl. Hormones, Amelia, focus. “What about these?” She suggested, holding up a pair of pastel blue Moana pajamas. Ellie nodded happily, squealing as Amelia tugged them over her pudgy arms.

“Can we read the cookie mouse story?”

“Of course,” Amelia grinned. “It’s not like we haven’t read it every day this week.” She lowered herself gently down onto Ellis’ bed. Recovery hadn’t been the easiest when chasing three children around the house and caring for a newborn. Link had pulled out Amelia’s stitches the night before, using his phone’s flashlight, since neither of them wanted to go to the hospital and then go through the trouble of getting tested. She had tried to hide the pain for Link’s sake, tired of him expecting her to be constantly resting, but she hadn’t expected the pain. Link was an incredible ortho surgeon but when it came to the little details, he was sometimes a bit careless.

Amelia closed the door to Ellis’ bedroom as quietly as possible, trying not to chuckle at the little figure sprawled out across her twin bed. For such a small girl Ellis was notoriously known as the most impossible person to sleep with, taking up spaces three times her size. She walked past Zola and Bailey’s room, hearing Link’s animated voice through fits of giggles. He definitely outdid her in the storytelling department, and really in every department, which she tried to not think too much about. Scout was babbling as Amelia entered the familiar room.

“You hungry, big guy?” To Amelia’s relief, Scout had progressed past his grumpy and problematic eating phase. She hugged him into her chest, breathing in his sweet and comforting soft lavender smell from the bubble bath they’d used this afternoon. “My beautiful boy.” She was still in disbelief, even staring down at him in her arms, that he truly existed. As he’d gotten bigger, he’d started to become a perfect combination of his parents. With Link’s strong features, like his nose, and what Amelia could tell would be his jaw, along with her dimple and piercing blue eyes.

“Hey mommy,” Link’s amused voice came from the doorway. “You feeling better?” Amelia wasn’t sure whether he was referring to the soreness in her lower half or the news about Deluca.

“He makes everything better,” she sighed, fumbling with one of the buttons on Scout’s onesie.

“You going to go to that meeting?” Link asked, she could tell he knew something was bothering her. “I already missed it.” She shrugged, glancing at their bedside alarm clock. “I’ll probably just feed him and then pass out.”

“Do you want me to grab the baby wrap, you were lifting lots today already with the furniture.”

“Sure,” she nodded, not feeling like having a conversation about how perfectly fine her arms were. Link nodded, placing a soft hand on her back before rummaging through their closet for the wrap. She was happy to find that Scout latched on easily and without protest, feeling a little guilty about the lack of attention that he’d received today. She knew that people were suffering way more during this time and she couldn’t help but feel guilty for wishing that she, Scout and Link could be spending quality time in their apartment for their maternity leave like planned.

“Lift your arm a bit.” Link ran a soft hand along the side of her forearm as he tied the piece of fabric around her shoulder and managed to wiggle Scout into it, without removing him from her chest.

“Thank you,” she smiled tiredly.

“No problem,” he yawned, practically collapsing into bed beside her. “Fuck, Amelia I’m exhasuted.”

“Me too.” She ran a gentle hand through his hair, tugging out some of the frequent knots that had begun to form since his hair had begun to grow out.

“Is your incision site healing okay,” he groaned into the pillow, melting a bit as she massaged the root of his neck.

“I haven’t checked,” she admitted with a yawn.

“Want me to grab some polysporin?”

“It’s okay, babe, it feels fine.” She sighed slightly, playing with the idea of bringing up a topic that has been bugging her but not wanting to cause an argument that neither of them were up for. “You started drinking pretty early today.”

“Amelia,” Link groaned tiredly. “It’s not a big deal.”

“It was just unnecessary, no one wanted...I’m just worried.” She shifted Scout to the other side uncomfortably.

“It’s not my fault you see addiction everywhere. I had like two beers.” Silence hung thickly in the air and after a couple of minutes Link turned to face her. “I’m sorry. I know it makes you uncomfortable.”

“You don’t really seem to care,” she answered honestly.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He replied defensively, tiredness had seemed to leave his body momentarily. “I don’t--”

“The fridge is stocked, Link. It’s like a reminder every time I go to make food. There’s a cooler in the garage for a reason.”

“How am I supposed to know,” he sputtered. “Meredith downs tequila in front of you like this is a frat house. You hang out with our friends when they drink all the time.”

“It’s different when you're surrounded by people. When I’m alone and just staring at a fridge filled with booze it’s hard to not want to take one.”

“Amelia, you haven’t relapsed in years, why would you even--”

“Because I’m an addict, Link!” The increase in volume of her voice caused Scout to shriek in protest. “Don’t you understand that? It doesn’t get easier. It’s a fight every fucking day. And when my boyfriend starts drinking every day at three o’clock in the afternoon, it makes that fight ten times harder.”

“Well, I’m sorry you feel that way,” he grumbled.

“Are you serious right now?”

“About what,” he shot back.

“Well, I’m sorry you feel that way. I thought you’d be considerate enough to validate my feelings instead of acting like I’m being dramatic but instead you’re being a child.”

“Mia,” Link groaned, slamming his head back into the pillow, looking as childish as ever. “You’re--”

“What? Overreacting? The fact that you don’t see this as an issue is concerning.” Scout’s shrieking turned into a full on meltdown as their “perfect” son burst into tears. “Oh, baby, no. It’s okay.” Amelia sighed, finding tears of frustration begin to build at the sides of her own eyes and let out a tiny whimper as she held back any sobs that attempted to be heard. Of course Link noticed, as always, and rolled over to witness the upset state that both his girlfriend and baby were in.

“I am sorry,”

“Show me then,” Amelia hissed through a clenched jaw, wiping away some stubborn fallen tears. “Cause right now I don’t believe you.”

“I’ll put the packs in the cooler tomorrow,” he promised, with a hint of resentment. Amelia shrugged, finally giving up on feeding Scout and bringing him tightly into her chest.

“Hey, it’s okay, mommy and daddy fight sometimes, but everything’s going to be okay. Don’t cry Scout. We love you so much,” she murmured into the crown of his head, causing Link to melt a little inside.

“Are we going to be okay?” Link asked, receiving a teary glance from his girlfriend.

“Not if you can’t get this sorted because I cannot be his mother and also be passed out in a ditch somewhere on opioids.” Link nodded, moving to tug her shirt back into place and took Scout into his own hands, marvelling slightly at the little miracle they had created. “I don’t want to screw him up.”

“You won’t,” he promised her, pressing a kiss to her forehead before grazing her slightly chapped lips. “You’ve been a mother for a month and have already proved that. That’s the last thing we need to worry about right now.” He patted his chest. “Now come to sleep because if we stay up any longer I feel like I might end up on the couch,” he chuckled.

“Don’t give me any ideas,” she replied with a yawn.

“I love you,” he sighed.

“I love you too.”

what did u guys think of 17x07? i did find the beers at like 12 a bit weird and with the upcoming episode’s synopsis “Jo, Jackson and Link play a drinking game” I wonder if Amelia and him will have a conversation about her addiction bc I feel like they haven't really talked about it. lmk what u think!

#amelia shepherd #AmeliaShepherd #amelinkfanfiction #amelink #amelink fanfiction #link #Atticus Lincoln #atticus link #greysanatomy

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lauraashley93 · 4 years

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I Don’t Love You Anymore

Part 3

Here is is, friends! The last part! I hope you guys enjoy!

Reader and Angel finally see each other. Will they make it work or go their separate ways?

Warnings: angst, fluff and swearing.

It had been a week and You still didn’t know what to do. His voice.. his amazing, beautiful, soothing voice. You didn’t realize how much you actually missed him. So much better than what your dreams had given you. You felt bad for hanging up but you didn’t know what else to do. You did get brave enough to text Ez back two days later and apologize but you couldn’t handle it. He replied sweet as ever that he understood and he was sorry he just wanted you to know about everything. And now that you did you didn’t know how to feel. You laid in your bed as silent tears fell down your cheek. You missed Angel. You loved him, and you always would. But could you go back? Could you take the risk and run to him? You weren’t sure. So for now you were staying put.

———-at the clubhouse——

Angel was acting like everything was fine. Trying to put up some front. Even though Ez told him how hard you took everything and what you went through he was trying to ward off the hurt he felt when you hung up on Him. Even though he knew he 100% deserved that he was using the anger to block the sadness he was feeling, the Loneliness.

Coco was worried. Easily seeing through his friends act.

“Aye yo Boy Scout. Is he okay?”

Ez shrugged “I don’t know man. I think this is calm before the storm. I keep trying to convince y/n to at least come visit but I mean, I can’t blame her for not doing it either. I just wish I could do something.

“We all do Boy Scout, we all do. We hate seeing him like that. Hell, we all mis y/n. Ain’t been the same wit out her ya know?”

Gilly walked up then. “Yeah, man, I miss her laugh. It was fucking contagious. “

Bishop came around the corner just then cutting off your conversation.

“Alright guys, Galindo has a run for us. We’re out in ten. “ he looks around “Where is Angel?”

Just then, like he’d heard Bishop ask, Angel walked through. Everyone staring at him like he’s a ticking time bomb.

“What the fuck are you guys looking at? You should take a picture. Wack to it or something. “ he went to go walk off and Bishop stopped him.

“We have a run for Galindo, let’s go.”

The guys headed for their bikes and Bishop stops Angel.

“You good Hermano? Or do you need to sit this out? Cause I need you there. ALL of you.”

“Angel bit the inside of his cheek trying to hold back any smart ass comments. He knew Bishop meant well but he didn’t need anyone questioning his ability.

“I’m good presidente, I’m all here. “ And with that he was out the door.

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It was 3:40 Am. You were sound asleep when your phone started ringing. You swore if it was the new girl at work asking for guy advice again you were gonna lose your shit. You did not care and you were losing all patience with the situation. You grabbed it not even bothering to look at who it was and answered it.

“Hello?” You said through a yawn.

“Y/n, look, I know I said I wouldn’t call you but..”

“Ez, it is almost 4 o’clock in the fucking morning. You better be dying or I’m going to kill you myself.”

It was quiet. You could have swore you heard ez sob out. You sat up straight all trace of sleepiness gone.

“Ez, what is it? Please..” your voice cracked

“It’s, it’s Angel. We were on a run and he. “

“Ez.” You were crying now. “Please, please don’t tell me he’s dead. He has to be okay. Right?”

Ez sniffed and swallowed hard.

“He’s alive, but it’s bad y/n. Someone knocked him, Coco and Riz off their bikes. We were hot on their trail but they fired at us and two shots hit Angel.”

You are sobbing at this point. You didn’t think it was possible for you to feel anymore heart break than you did the day Angel broke up with you but here you were wishing you could relive that moment over 10 times if you never had to experience this. “Is everyone else okay?? Is he going to live?”

“Everyone else is fine. A little scratched up but they are okay. “ Ez sighed “I don’t know. That’s why I’m calling you. I know, I know you two don’t really have good standing but I know how you feel and I knew you’d want to know.. maybe you’d, even want to come see him? Look, it’s up to you I just wanted you to know. I have to go. Love you hermana.

And with that the line clicked off and you dropped to the ground. Screaming, crying, sobbing uncontrollably. You could feel yourself hyperventilating. You can’t believe the world was doing this to you. What did you do to deserve this kind of pain? Why would the world try to take the most precious human from all of humanity? Sure, he had his faults but he meant well.. you screamed again and you aunt came rushing in.

“Y/n! Y/n! What’s wrong?? What happened?? What’s going on baby? Talk to me!!!”

You are trying to calm down and you finally manage to talk between sobs.

“It’s.. *sob* Angel *sob* he’s been in an accident and *sob* they don’t know if he’ll make it.”

By this time you’re a hysterical mess with snot everywhere and tear stained cheeks. You aunt is holding you tightly and rubbing your back trying to calm you down.

“Hush baby, I know it’s scary but I need you to calm down, pack a bag and tell me where I’m booking our flight to.

You blinked fast not sure you heard her.

“Wha..what?”

“You heard me baby. You need to go see him.”

You cried again and nodded.

“But, what if, what if he..”

“No.” She cut you off. “There are no what if’s here. Now, go, hurry.”

You smiled and got up and started throwing things in a bag. You don’t take much. A couple change of clothes and the essentials as you were getting your stuff together you told your aunt where you needed to go and she went online and ordered the plane tickets. You’re waiting to board the plane and somehow you still haven’t ran out of tears you’ve tried to call and text Ez but he hasn’t responded. You’re hoping at this point that no news is good news. You start to get anxious and start pacing back and forth.

“Y/n baby you need to relax. Sit down and just breathe. You will be there in five hours tops. “ your aunt tried to sooth you.

“I know, I know I just.. what am I gonna say? What do I do? What am I even doing? Am I saying goodbye? Am I trying to fix things? Am I just there to make sure he’s okay? What do I do when I get there??”

You aunt sighs as she grabs your hand and pulls you next to her.

“Baby, all that will come later. You need to focus on just being there for him. He needs to get better and pull through. You can worry about the complicated stuff later. If you ask me, you being this upset and traveling to get to him, you already have your answer. “

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Time seems to go by slow when you’re in a rush.. sludge. It’s like you’re just stuck. You’re at the hospital and you feel so small. You’re trying to run but it’s like you’re going in slow motion but finally, you get there. Everyone is there. Your family. Bishop and Ez are who you spot first you run up to them, seeing the saddened look on their face.

“Ez, Bishop. Where is he? Is he okay?”

They are just staring at you. Why aren’t they saying anything? Your heart begins to race and you can feel the tears building up behind your eyes.

“Princesa, why don’t you sit down” Bishop gestured to a seat with his hand.

“No. Stop beating around the fucking bush. Where is Angel? I need to see him”

You start crying and Ez grabs you in a hug.

“I’m sorry, y/n. There’s nothing they could do. “

“NO! THATS NOT TRUE. “ You are all but screaming at them. Beating against Ez’s Chest. “He can’t, he can’t be gone!!! I didn’t get to tell him that I love him. I didn’t get to tell him I need him. Please, PLEASE.”

You fall to the ground as Ez guides you gently to the floor. All the Mayan men surrounding you as you are screaming.

“Y/n! Y/n!!” You feel someone shaking you saying your name and it feels muffled. You slowly open your eyes and as the adjust you see your aunt beside you worry creasing her forehead. The ugly colored seats of the plane in front of you. You look around confused but then, a sigh of relief washes over you. A dream, it was a terrible dream, no nightmare.

“Baby girl? You were tossing and turning. You started crying “no no” I was trying so hard to get you up. Are you okay??”

You nodded slowly. “I, I had a nightmare that I was too late. He didn’t make it and I didn’t get to tell him that I love him. I need to make sure he knows that. “

Your aunt smiles a comforting smile at you and holds your hand.

“You will, we’re here baby. Now we just need to get an Uber to the hospital and you can tell him everything. “

The Uber drive didn’t take as long as you expected. Your nerves were twisting and turning as you approached the hospital. You had a sense of deja vu as you pulled into the front of the hospital.

“I’ll catch up with you, go ahead. Go see your love. “ your aunt patted your hand and you tried to give her a smile. You got out and started walking to the doors. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding and you walk up to the desk about to ask to see Angel a voice stops you.

“Y/n? Is that you?”

You smile slightly as you turn around.

“Bishop!” Tears start streaming down your face as you run to him. You practically jump into his arms and he holds you tight. “It’s been way too long.” You breathe in the familiar scent of cigarette smoke and leather as you reluctantly pull back you sniffle back a few tears.

“How is he? Is he, is he okay?”

“He’s in critical condition. But he’s holding on. Boy still has some fight in him. He’s fucking stubborn, kid. Don’t worry he will be fine.

You knew he was trying to make you feel better. You could see the uncertainty written all over his face. But you nodded and agreed anyway.

“Am I aloud to go see him?”

“I think he’d like that”

You turned around so quick you might have gotten whiplash. Ez was standing there. Eyes blood shot. Tiredness and worry creasing his forehead. You’re sobbing now as Ez is pulling you into his arms. He just held you until you calmed down.

“I got here as fast as I could. Is he awake?”

Ez shook his head. “No, but I’m glad you came. I could tell he wasn’t trying to fight for his life. Like he was giving up. So I told him, I kinda told him I called you and you said you were on your way”

Ez rubbed the back of his head as you wiped away the tears.

“But, you didn’t even know if i would.

“No, but I had a feeling. And hey, it worked. I don’t know what it was but he started making progress so wether you showed or not, at least he was trying.”

You just hugged him again and new wave of tears sliding down your cheek. Ez grabbed your hand and lead you back to Angel’s room. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes before walking through the door. There he was. Your love. Your heart. Your whole world in a bed with tubes and wires everywhere. His color looked grey, and even though he was sleeping he didn’t look peaceful. You walked slowly toward the bed as a new wave of tears trickled down your cheek. You tried to control your sobs but you just couldn’t as you sat down in the chair next to the bed.

You held his hand and laid your head on top of his hand. “Oh Angel.” Your voice broke. “Please, Angel. Please keep fighting. Please. I love you, I need you and we can’t fix things if you go. Please, don’t leave me. I’m sorry I didn’t stay. I’m sorry I hung up on you.. I just. I didn’t know what to say. I still don’t but I just need you to wake up so I can tell you I love you. I never stopped. I always will love you. “

He didn’t wake up, it wasn’t like in the movies where they magically get better but what did happen melted your heart. He squeezed your hand. You swear he did. You popped your head up. “Angel! That’s right baby. Keep fighting. I’m here. I swear I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.”

It didn’t happen again but it gave your heart hope. And so you swore you wouldn’t move from this spot until he woke up.

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*Angels POV*

All he could hear was the reoccurring beeping. His mind was fuzzy. What happened? He felt sore. “Why can’t I open my eyes? And what is that annoying ass beeping noise??” His mind was racing. Then, over the Beeping he heard it. Your voice. The most angelic sound he has ever heard. “y/n! I’m here baby. I’m here. Please don’t cry. Why are you crying?” He squeezed your hand and that was all he remembered before he felt more exhaustion taking over and fell back into a dreamless sleep.

————5 days later———

*Angles POV*

His head hurt, his chest hurt, hell his whole body hurt. He could hear voices but they were muffled. His eyes slowly blinking open. Everything was foggy at first. But as everything became clear he thought he might die of his heart stopping. It wasn’t a dream. He DID hear you. You were there. You looked tired. Eyes blood shot and puffy. Your hair was a mess but he had never seen anything more beautiful in his life. He felt a tear slide down his face and he went to go to her but were stopped. You looked down at all the cords and IVs. “You’re awake! Oh precious Angel, you’re awake. “ you looked up as you hear hear speak. You reached for her and she hurried quickly to you.

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*your POV*

You were sitting in the same small room that you have been since you arrived. Wishing, praying, hoping whatever you could do for Angel to wake up. You were just about to doze off when something caught your eye. You turned to see Angel trying to move. Tears pouring from your eyes. “You’re awake! Oh precious Angel. You’re awake.” You got up and hurried to him and cupped his face gently sobbing. “Are you okay? Are you hurting? Do you need anything? Do you remember what happened?”

He smiled. Same ole y/n. Always making sure everyone is okay and taken care of and going a mile a minute.

Ez appeared at his other side and placed a gentle hand on angel’s shoulder.

“Hey brother. Glad to have you back.”

Angel was still looking at you. He couldn’t believe you were standing there. He thought he would never see you again. He finally tore his eyes away from you and looked at his brother.

“Ez, what happened?”

“I’m gonna go get everyone while you explain.” You smiled and went to leave but Angel grabbed your hand. He didn’t care. He was afraid you were gonna disappear and he didn’t want you to leave. You could see the worry in his glossy eyes so you leaned down and put your forehead to his.

“I’m not going far. I will be right back, I swear.” You kissed his forehead and it sent his heart into a frenzy as you walked away to get everyone.

It was a busy couple hours. Everyone in and out. Doctors coming to check on him. Finally at the end of the night everyone has gone home. Except you. You never leave. You sat next to him. He looked at you. He had so much to say.

“Angel, i.”

“No.” He cut you off. “I was an ass. I fucked up and I’m sorry. I was trying to keep you from getting hurt and I.. “ he started to cry “I made it worse. I hurt you more than the club shit would have and I’m sorry. I love you y/n. I always have. I can’t tell you how sorry I am and i will spend the rest of my life making it up to you if I have to. I missed you. I missed you so fucking much. I understand if you don’t want to give me another chance, but I just needed you to know. Fuck, I hate myself.”

You stared at him. Tears streaming down your face. You knew he was truly sorry. You knew any other person would have ran and told him you weren’t coming back but you just wanted to hold him and heal every broken piece of him. And that’s what you would do. You didn’t care if he was wrong. You loved him and you were tired Of waiting for that to go away. So you answered him the only way you knew how. You kissed him. You kissed him hard and fast his lips urgently moving against yours. He was holding you as close as he could never wanting to let you go. But all too soon you pulled away. You kept your eyes closed and placed your hand on his cheek.

“Please, don’t hate yourself. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. I need you, too, Angel. I love you and I never stopped. I’m sorry I ran, I just couldn’t stay. It was too hard and now, I wish I had of. And I’m sorry”

“Querida, please don’t apologize to me. You have nothing to be sorry for. I deserved everything I went through. You, however, didn’t deserve any of that and I will hate myself forever for being the reason you felt any amount of pain. But if you let me, I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I swear.”

You wiped the tears from your eyes and nodded your head.

“Angel, I would love nothing more than that.”

He pulled you close and he kissed you, softer this time but still just as needy he swore he’d never let you go again.

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*two months later*

Everything had went back to normal. Angel got to come home 3 days after you guys talked, your aunt wished you both the best as she went back home and everything seemed okay again.

It was a Friday and it was another wild night at the clubhouse. Party was in full swing as you sat at the bar nursing your beer a smile on your face. This was home. This is where you were meant to be and this is where you would stay. You were watching coco and Bishop play a round of pull when all of the sudden Angel stood on the bar behind you, startling you.

“AYE CAN I PLEASE HAVE EVERYONES ATTENTION?” all eyes on Angel as he jumps off the bar and drapes his arm around you. “I know everyone knows that I am in love with y/n. Everyone also knows I fucked it up. “ you looked at him about to object but he put his finger up. “I don’t understand how such an amazing, beautiful, and caring woman would ever love me back and I can’t understand even more how she could forgive me for being such an idiot. But she did. I know we just assumed we picked up where we left off but I can’t do that.” You furrowed your brows. Confused on what he was saying. He turned to you holding your hand. “I promised you I would spend forever making things up to you. I intend to do just that but a start to forever needs something. Something that is and has always been yours.”

Angel got down on one knee and pulled out the ring you had given back the day you left. You had tears in your eyes and a smile on your face as he held your hand and looked at you with those beautiful big brown eyes.

“Y/n, will you please do me the honor of making me the happiest man in the world? Let me love and cherish you all the days of our lives and remind you everyday that you are queen of my heart. Y/n, will you marry me?”

You were crying as you nodded your head eagerly. “Yes, Angel Reyes! I will!

He smiled as he slid the ring on your finger and took you up in a hug and kissed you. Everyone clapping and cheering for you two.

“I hope you’re ready to spend forever with me, cause I’m never letting you go again.”

Angel kissed you again and you smiled cupping his cheek gently with your hand.

“I’ve never been more ready or more sure about anything in my life. I can’t wait to be Mrs Angel Reyes.”

———The end——-

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