#i know its silly but this was just beamed into my head like a message from god
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i'd love to love you, someday - remus lupin x reader
pairing: remus lupin x fem!reader
word count: 1.4k
warnings: it's just pining fluff with a couple pet names
a/n: hello sunflowers <3 this can be read as a part two to this, but it works on its own! i can't stop writing soft!fic right now, so if you have any requests along those lines, please do send them in. this was also technically requested by @onceuponaoneshot, I know you asked for young!Remus but i'm picturing early twenties in this!! i hope that's okay and i'm wishing you so well lovely <3
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Remus has now kissed the top of your head three times. He’s told you that he likes you twice. He still does not think that you’re aware of the overwhelmingly massive/silly little crush he has on you.
Crush is the wrong word, but he also thinks telling someone you love them before you’re even with them is, at best, naive and, at worst, selfish. He’s not in love with you, but he knows he could be. He knows he would be if he could kiss you on the top of the head whenever he liked, if he could run the backs of his knuckles over your cheek and stare at you, really stare at you. He knows he’d be in love with you then.
He needs to get you the message about his feelings first, though, because you seem persistent in ignoring them. He’d told you he liked you more than the rest of your friends at the night market and all you’d done is start referring to him as your best friend. He’d kissed you on the crown of your head twice at that time, then kissed you on the temple during a brave parting hug a week later. Just yesterday, after he’d watched you arguing with Sirius in the pub about something that didn’t matter at all, he told you breathlessly.
“I like you so much,” he had said, watching your chest heave after all that talking you’d done, watching a drop of sweat travel down your neck because the heating in this place is always far too hot.
You had laughed as if he said something funny and then almost shoved him over in your haste to get away from him. If he didn’t know you as he does, or if he listened to his insecurities, he’d think you were trying to brush him off. But he knows you, really knows you. He knows you were as embarrassed by his words as you are in the face of almost any affection. It’s why you call him an idiot so often, with that look in your eyes that gives him so much bloody hope. It hurts his chest sometimes.
Today he’s going to tell you how he feels and you’re going to understand him. He’s decided it.
“Remus!” you greet him, with an excitement he’s never sure he’s earned. You catch him in a tight hug, arms wrapped around his shoulders, so he braves his fourth kiss to the top of your head. When you pull away, you’re beaming up at him, “It’s so good to see you.”
“You saw me yesterday, lovely,” he says, just a fact, not a complaint. You furrow your brow. It’s adorable.
“Exactly. It’s so good to see you today. Especially without people trying to ruin our bestie time.”
He’s been pretending to hate that new phrase, so he rolls his eyes at you, but you just can’t stop beaming. He’s finding it difficult not to join you.
“You mean Sirius?”
You huff at the mention of him.
“He took up so much of my time last night. About cows! Can you believe that?”
“Yes,” he says, smiling wryly at you. You and Sirius could argue about anything and despite any protests, you both enjoyed it immensely.
“Right,” you huff again, “But still. It meant not nearly enough time talking to you. And I want to hear about your week! You said there was a promotion you were thinking of going for?”
He had said that. In a group setting, where he didn’t expect anyone to ever ask about it again. He’d been threatening to go for a promotion for a few years, but never quite managing to go for it.
“I thought you’d assume I chickened out again.”
“You’ve never chickened out!” you protest, linking you arm through his as you start walking through the park you’ve met in. At some point you’ll try to remember stop for lunch, but Remus isn’t sure when, “You decided it wasn’t for you.”
“Because I was scared,” he argued but you slapped him gently on the hand instinctively.
“Stop being self-deprecating” you warn him, “I don’t enjoy it.”
And he never wants to do anything you don’t enjoy, so he stops immediately. It’s amazing the effect you can have on him. He’s going to tell you so, so soon. Very soon. Next few sentences, he thinks. But then sentences go by and you get into a rather brilliant conversation and he just can’t butt in with his own wants.
“Lily thinks he’s being stubborn but I think he just wants everything to be right for her.”
The two of you have been talking about Lily and James and their potential engagement for a few minutes now. It’s only a matter of time, but how much time is up for debate.
“He’s a romantic. It has to be perfect for her. You’d think he knows by now there’s no such thing.”
“You don’t believe in perfect?” you ask him, no longer clinging on to his arm but walking close enough that your arms brush every now and then.
“Not objective perfection, no,” he says, measuring his words carefully, “But I think something can be perfect to someone, you know? People can be perfect for each other.”
You wiggle your eyebrows at him and he knows the teasing is coming. He feels the flush creeping up his neck already.
“Like soulmates?”
Your eyes are alight with mischief.
“I suppose. If they’re not predestined. If you can choose your soulmate.”
“You think we were destined to be besties or that we chose each other then?” you say, as if it’s the most nonchalant thing in the world and you’re not implying that you might be soulmates. He feels lightheaded.
“You think we’re soulmates?”
“Answer my question, Rem! It’s a hypothetical, you love a hypothetical.”
You still look mischievous, not hypothetical, but he’ll answer you anyway.
“I don’t know how you feel, but I think I chose you as one of my favourite people. I feel very lucky you chose me back.”
He’s definitely blushing. He can feel it, even without bringing his hands to his cheeks to give it away. You’re grinning at him, and it’s making him blush more, but he also feels better. Feels like you might finally understand his meaning.
“This is why I can’t argue with you like I do Sirius,” you say, which wasn’t what he was expecting, “We agree on far too much.”
He smiles down at the ground to stop himself from barking out an altogether unattractive laugh. But it’s his chance and he’s going to take it, because he wants to so desperately.
“If my soul has a mate, I think it’s you,” he says quietly.
He’s sure his heart stutters in his chest in the brief silence that follows. You both walk a few more slow paces forwards but then you finally speak up.
“I’ve never had a person like you, all my life,” you say seriously, staring up into his face for a moment before you have to look where you’re going again and the moment he thinks is coming fades, “We must be as close as it gets, buddy.”
Buddy. His heart sinks. You are the prettiest human being in the world and the most oblivious and Remus really, really wants to fall in love with you. If only you’d let him. If only you could hear him basically declare you his potential soulmate and realise he might have some intentions towards you that weren’t very platonic.
He’s not sure if he’s chickened out or if you have, but he decides whatever moment he wanted isn’t going to arrive today. He spots a nearby cafe after a few minutes talking about his potential promotion, which he pinky promises to go for, so he’ll have to follow through.
A three hour lunch later, and another half hour walking back to your cars, and he hasn’t said another word to you about his feelings. But he’s had a lovely few hours and he thinks you have too.
"Bye, Rem. See you Wednesday?"
There's four of you going to play mini golf on Wednesday night. He hates mini golf.
"Can't wait. Bye, sweetheart."
Whatever rush he thinks he’s in fades when you kiss him on the cheek as you say goodbye. Once you’ve driven off in your car, waving to him all the way down the road, he decides that you might be working up the courage for something too, and he might need to wait until you’re both feeling brave to do something about it.
He can wait. He carries that kiss on the cheek with him the rest of the weekend and into the next week, where he puts his name down for that promotion first thing Monday.
And if it’s solely so he has something to text you about, so be it.
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if you've gotten this far, please know i'm very grateful. really hope you enjoyed, sunflowers <3
#remus lupin x reader#remus lupin fluff#remus x reader#remus lupin fanfiction#remus lupin#marauders x reader
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First Mother’s Day
Masterlist
Requested by @borhapgirlforlife19
Pair: Dad!Eddie Munson x Fem!reader (fluff)
Mother’s day was never a day Eddie cared about. With how things turned out with his own mother, he absolutely despides the day. Every year when it came around, all the teachers in elementary school remind the students that a Mother had unconditional love for their children…. Which was utter bullcrap to young Edward Munson.
But he wasn’t a little boy anymore. And he had you. From the minute you officially became his, he understood what it was liked to be loved wholeheartedly. Nothing prepared him for the day your little girl was born, it was only then that he understand what ‘Unconditional love’ meant.
In the late hours of the night, as he held her trying to sooth her screams to give you some time to sleep, he was frustrated and tired yes, but he loved her more than anything in world. He couldn’t understand how his mother could have just tossed him aside like trash; when in reality he would make the whole world burn to the ground if it meant giving his little princess a safe place to sleep.
He adored watching how you were with her. How delicately your voice became whenever you held her in your arms. You loved her with every fibre of your body and it definitely showed.
That’s why when that one day a year came around sooner than he expected, he knew that he had to make it special just for you. That for once in his life he had someone to celebrate it for.
His plan started to form three weeks before the big day. He organised with your work to give you a secret day off; meaning that it still looked like you were on the roster but they already got someone ready to cover for you.
He practiced the meal he planned to make. Somehow burning it with every try. He called up Steve and Nancy begging for their help in teaching him how to make an edible meal. After a few private sessions from them, he produced an exquisite main meal and dessert by heart. Although, don’t ask him to cook anything else because he only perfected those two recipes.
On the days you had to work late, he tried his best to be quick and not make much mess. Your daughter on the other hand hated the activity. She cried as Eddie stuck her hands and feet into the paint and squished them against the pieces of paper.
“I know I know. Shhh. Just one more - Ah ha! All done princess, that’s my good little girl. Mummy’s going to love it.” He said, cleaning her up and proud of himself that no paint made its way onto any of her clothes.
By the time the big day came, you had no idea Eddie had planned anything. Before you got pregnant you made an agreement with him that silly days like Mother’s Day and Father’s Day held no value in actually showing how much you loved your little family. You knew of Eddie’s sadness with those two days and you were more than happy to do without them. He showed you every day how much your little family meant to him.
You got up and proceeded to get your uniform on. You kissed your daughter's head goodbye and you were about to do the same to Eddie until you caught his wicked smile.
“Happy First Mother’s Day.” He said, practically whispering it against your lips as he kissed you.
You laughed as you thanked him, slowly pulling back for the kiss but he didn’t let you go. “Eddie, I gotta get to work.”
“Actually you don’t.”
You raised an eyebrow as you looked up at him. As if right on cue, your boss sends you a message saying to enjoy your big day. “I don’t understand-“
“It’s your first ever Mother’s Day. I know we promised not to do anything but I had to. I just had to. The way you are with her, you’re a natural at it. You love the both of us so much and we think you’re the best thing in the world. So I spoke to Nadine and got your shift covered. I’ve got the whole day planned.”
You were tearing up at his words.
“But first, little missy here made you a special card!” He was beaming with so much joy. Picking up your daughter and the messy colorful card full of paint, glitter and bad handwriting.
You laughed seeing it, just imagining how much of a struggle it was to get her to corporate.
“Now she was a bit cheap so that’s all you get from her. But this, this is from me. To show you how much I love you being the mother of my child.”
He gifted you a small velvet box. “Eddie, I swear to god if this is really expensive and you just made me lose a shift I’m gonna kill you.”
“Nonsense sweetheart, I just made a small adjustment to something you already had.”
Inside was a necklace your mother had gifted to you when you were young. It originally had a small heart with your birthday engraved on it. But now, an additional heart was added to the chain and contained the birthday of your daughter.
You lost it. You became a crying mess and hugged him tightly. “It’s beautiful!”
You kissed him passionately, tasting the salt from your tears and faint residue from his toothpaste.
“Come on, I got the whole day planned. Next up, I got you a day at the spa and you’ll be with Nancy. By the time you come back, dinner will be ready and the house will be spotless. So you can relax for the rest of the night and just cuddle on the couch with our little princess.”
You laughed, “And with you too I hope.”
“Oh absolutely, I wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else.”
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what are 3 of your favorite quotes/lines from each of the eds?
This has been sitting in my inbox for a hot while. At first because I was busy and going to answer it later, and then because I forgot about it (so sorry).
Anyway, this is hard! There are so many good lines in the show, and that is just from the main three cast. I'm going to highlight some lines that I have been replaying in my head most frequently.
Ed:
- "Awww. Kitty cat go meow?" - I think about this SO much. It is so funny. Not only is it a good example of the wordplay in Ed's dialogue, but I love how self-aware it is too. Love seeing him rightfully cocky. He's not wrong that Edd spends most of his time, as my dad would say, "bitchin' and moanin'".
- " Hey! Slow down, partner!" - Idk I think it is a very cute reaction to Edd attempting physical violence. It is a very older sibling response lmao
- "Shhhh! My yeast is rising." - Lots to like here. Classic line, comes out of nowhere, makes absolutely no sense with or without context. Can't get better than this.
Edd:
- "Eddy PLEASSSE. I'm counting the sugar!" - It is so silly. The delivery and Edd's expression kills me. I'm a big fan of the kind of raspy whisper Sam Vincent applied to season 1 Edd. It is very cute imho
- "IS THAT THE SUPPORT BEAM TO THE HOUSE?!?!?" - Classic. I also like it when Edd is hysterically screaming.
- "...but...how could it be? My computations were precise, rigorous, and painstaking, um. This goes beyond science, Eddy. An unfathomable force sends us a clear message!" - I also like Edd's tendency to go on long-winded speeches. It doesn't have its full effect without visuals, since the character acting adds so much. Edd is such a horrendous liar (same).
Eddy:
- "Did you see the sparkle in Johnny's eye? Stop me boys, I'm getting frilly!" - Yeah yeah this is low-hanging fruit, whatever. Does not take away from my reaction upon seeing that episode for the first time. I practically died.
- "OH, IS THAT SO? AND WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THAT? MISTER I KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT KEVIN KNOWING NOTHING ABOUT MY MAGAZINES?" - It is hard to take dialogue from Eddy and NOT think "wow much to unpack". What is his deal here? I mean, I have my own ideas, but I'm not going to make this list longer than it already is.
- "Running out of ideas, Double Dee. Think of something that would make me look good." - He sounds so downtrodden : ( reading the dialogue alone doesn't give that impression, but, in the actual scene, Tony makes the delivery sound super genuine, which is a rare expression for Eddy. I appreciate that decision a lot.
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Hank McCoy x Reader
Mutation: Vampire
I walked into the lab while rereading the same error message again and again. I shook the tablet for what felt like the fifth time in frustration before turning my sights to the area around me.
I know he hadn't left the lab because I could still hear his heartbeat and smell him in here. My eyes scanned around the ground floor quickly before I walked to the nearest wall and began walking up it easily until I reached the labs roof. I stepped on the underside of one of the beams and walked steadily to the center of roof where Hank was hanging upside down by his feet reading another book on genetics.
"Moy Lev, the small screen has kaputz again. I try shaking and vaiting but no fix." I said, my Russian accent thick even after all the years I spent with Americans.
My life and soul gave a small sigh and closed his book but even I could see his lips twitching into a smile. "What kind of error was it this time?" He said softly while adjusting his glasses and leaning up to put his book down on a nearby shelf.
When I first began courting Hank McCoy and I realized he liked to read upside down I spent time building him a shelf up in the lab ceiling so he could read at his hearts content and be comfortable. It was my way of showing affection to bring him new books, some not always in English but I did try to keep the books to his mother tongue.
"Little box turned blue and says zat it needs to be restarted and files removed. I'm still very unsuccessful vith using spider webs." I stumbled over the unfamiliar English words. It was only recently Hank decided to try integrating technology into my life.
"Just web. No spiders involved." He said giving a soft laugh when my face grew hot.
"I'd much rather use typewriters and read zan use zat. Why kan't I just read everything. I've survived hundreds of years vithout it why do I need it now. I kan handle your machines and your karrrs, your flying metal boxes but why must I use the picture mirror."
"For the same reason I told you last time. Not everything can be so easily found in books. Technology helps us improve and learn faster. We can find answers quicker to solve problems and reach farther. The world is becoming more technologically advanced and its better you are aware how to use it when you need it. It can be useful to you." Hank said meeting my eyes to try and make me understand.
"I don't need silly technology when moy lev is smartest man in room." I pleaded and placed my hands around Hanks waist. Standing closer I rested my chin on his chest and continued to look up at him as he held my stare. Even though my comment had severely flustered him, he was still holding his ground against me. I could see his ears twitching and feel his hug squeezing me a little tighter.
I looked away first and laid my cheek against his chest to hear his heart beat speed up. "I vill try harder and have students help me for extra credit. I understand it is important I learn but I'm stubborn and set in my vays. Even after learning I vill still prefer my old fashioned vays over technology. But I vill learn for you, moy lev."
Leaning up on my tippy toes I nosed my head into the cradle between his neck and shoulders. Kissing his pulse point softly and then just resting my head on his shoulder while I breathed him in. "Back in Russia you vould be kourted by many voman to leach your varmth. But your varmth stretches more zan just your body, it touches souls."
Hank grew warmer and I could feel him smile into my neck. "Have you eaten today?"
"Not yet. I vanted to see you first." I admitted before kissing Hank's cheek. I pulled away a little to run my fingers through his fur. My nails lightly scratched the back of his neck and made his chest rumble. Hank peppered my face with kisses and pulled back with a wide smile when I giggled. "I adore your fangs." I said while lightly running my thumb over his lips and exposing his sharpened teeth. He grinned wider and I kissed his smile. The kiss turned a little more heated and I bit his tongue lightly.
Distantly I could hear footsteps approaching the lab before the door was opened.
"Hank?" Logan shouted into the seemingly empty lab.
Hank startled out of the kiss, giving me a small frown knowing I heard Logan approaching but didn't warn him. I smothered my smile into my hand. Hank jumped down and landed not far from Logan, startling him.
"Jeez Bub give me a warning. I'm looking for Drac, you seen her around." Logan said crossing his arms. Hank tilted his eyes upwards but made no move to expose me.
"Up here Mishka." I said softly and jumped down as well. Hank held his arms out to catch me even though I don't need it, being stronger and sturdier than him. "What did you need me for?" I said being gently set down by Hank as he wrapped his left arm protectively around my midsection.
"I needed Hank for a new rotator cuff for my bike. The professor told me to bring you a blood bag from your room so you don't forget again."
"I didn't forget, I had a volunteer zat day." I said licking my fangs remembering it.
"The Professor doesn't like you feeding on campus. They're kids here." Logan reprimanded and I wrinkled my nose at the thought of draining a child. I'd sooner die than harm children.
"My source vas very villing and I vas very vell kontrolled." To make it more obvious I reached behind me to gently caress Hanks neck and Hank followed my movement exposing his neck a little more where two prominent bite marks lay.
For a brief moment I could see the shock in Logan's eyes before he schooled his features. Behind me I could feel Hanks heart rate speed up and he buried his head into my hair to hide his flushed face.
I moved my hand from Hank's neck to scratch his scalp and he sagged into me. I easily held his weight as he leaned more into me, relaxing. Hank's other arm came to wrap around me as well and I smiled. Holding my free hand out, Logan passed me my blood bag.
"A negative today." Logan said as he paid little attention to Hank hanging off me.
"Mmm" I used my fang to easily break the cap and began to suck the delicious liquid out of its plastic prison. "How vas your morning class?" I asked between sips.
"Kids could do better. Still having trouble with teamwork and using knives. You should step in for one of the classes, they listen better when you step in."
"Vats because I teach more hands on and am less likely to skewer vhem," I said with mischief. Behind me Hank began to grumble and I spoke comforting words in Russian under my breath until he stopped. "You are all I need my life and soul."
"You could still step in when you don't have one of your own classes to teach. It would be nice to spar again." Logan said with a glint in his eye.
"Your still mad vat I beat you vast time, Mishka? I have two centuries on you, I have more experience."
"I'm not mad. Peeved, yeah, but sparing you is entertaining and you're the only one I can go toe to toe with around here." Logan said giving me a cocky grin.
"Mishka." I said fondly.
"Dracula." Logan responded in kind.
Hank grumbled and nosed my neck for attention. "I didn't forget you Moy Lev. Mishka, I vill bring rotator cuff after lunch if that's vine?"
"Yeah, you and big blue seem preoccupied." Logan teased and I glared at him. Logan turned and made quick work leaving the lab.
I turned in Hank's arms, his hands resting on the small of my back while I rested mine over his shoulders. I watched Hank bite the corner of his lip and he only did that when he was thinking. Leaning up I kissed his lips and gently pulled his lip away from his teeth. "Moy Lev you vhink too hard."
"You should be with someone more age appropriate. Someone who doesn't look so unnatural." He said while looking off over my shoulder at where Logan went.
I smiled but it was sad. "No one is age appropriate for me. I'm almost 500 winters old and a vampire. I love your mutation. Before and after your experiment." I twirled my fingers through the fur on the back of his neck. "You are my lion, My life and soul and I love you dearly. Niet mutation kan change za soul I fell for. You are so kind and vith brilliant mind zat I in awe of every day. I love you Hank McKoy and zat is forever for me."
(I could be persuaded to write more for Hank. So cute!! I really like how I wrote the interactions with this character)
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You're Safe With Me
PLEASE DON'T SKIP OVER THIS MESSAGE!!!
I would like to take a moment and thank my friend @spopas7 for being so kind to me and helping with this story. She has been such a blessing to me and this story wouldn't be possible without her. We both wrote this story together and we are currently working on a Thanksgiving story for you guys as we speak. So... thanks to my bestie for helping me and encouraging me to continue writing. You are the best and I love you. So without further ado...
You're Safe With Me:
As I smoothed out the crinkles in my cowgirl costume, the flickering candlelight in the room danced across my skin, illuminating the freckles on my cheeks. My heart raced with anticipation as I admired myself in the mirror, my vibrant red hat perched jauntily on my head. Just as I thought I was ready, the door swung open, and there stood Jeremiah, clad in a Woody costume that hugged his muscular frame in all the right places.
"You look hot," he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he twirled me around.
Blushing, I giggled and replied, "Thanks. You do too, cowboy."
Jeremiah suggested we should get going. I wanted to walk to the party, cherishing each moment we had together under the starlit sky. Entrusting our hands to one another, we set off into the dark Halloween night.
As we arrived at Clay's house, the front yard was transformed into a haunted wonderland. I gazed in awe at the elaborate decorations, a ghostly apparition floating through the fog, while eerie sounds filled the air.
Drawing me close, Jeremiah's warm whispers tickled my ear. "Let's take pictures, so we can remember this Halloween forever."
I nodded, my heart swelling with love. We stepped inside the photo booth, capturing moments of joy and silliness. One photo of Jeremiah kissing my cheek, another with our tongues playfully sticking out, and finally, a tender gaze exchanged between us.
Exiting the photo booth, we collected the cherished mementos before catching sight of Taylor and Steven. Rushing over, we asked them to be part of a group picture. As the flash illuminated our laughing faces, I carefully tucked the photos into my purse, knowing they would forever hold the essence of this magical night.
Finding our designated table, we settled in, my purse finding its place next to me. The dimmed lights, shadows twirling across the room, and the scent of pumpkins blended seamlessly with the festive melodies floating through the air.
Jeremiah turned to me, his eyes brimming with affection. "Belly, may I have this dance?"
Beaming, I took his hand, feeling the warmth spread through my entire being, as if a million stars were alight inside me. We twirled and swayed, lost in our own world, our hearts beating in harmony.
"I love you, Bells." Jeremiah whispered in my ear.
"I love you too, Jere."
We danced for a little longer before Jeremiah announced he was going to go get drinks. Steven offered to help him. Me and Taylor continued to dance. We were having fun dancing together when I felt someone tap my shoulder.
I turned around, and there was Conrad. His hair was disheveled, and his clothes were one big wrinkle. "Conrad?"
"Hey Bells!" He beamed.
"I just came from another party... I thought that I would come by and see you!"
I rolled my eyes at him. He was drunk. I could tell. Anyone with working eyes could see that he had been drinking.
"Leave me alone, Conrad. You're drunk."
"You're being... ridicu-lush... 'm not that drunk..."
"Just go, Conrad!" I said, my lips tight.
"I don't... I don't know if I... I... if I wanna go..."
"Just go!" I screamed.
"Oh, come on, Bells. D-Dance wi-with me." He forcibly pulled me toward him, and I fought to get out of his arms. He released me, and I fell to the floor. As soon as I hit the floor, I felt a searing pain in my ankle. I looked up at Taylor in tears.
Taylor rushed over to me and asked, "Do you want me to go get Jeremy?" I nodded.
Jeremiah came running toward me, with Taylor right behind him.
"Belly, are you okay?" Jeremiah asked. I winced in pain, tears streaming down my face.
"What the fuck, Conrad!" Jeremiah screamed, "Get out of here!"
Jeremiah scooped me up off the floor and into his arms. He carried me to an empty room and sat me down on the couch. He took off my right shoe, and he looked down at my ankle.
"Yeah. It's twisted," he said. "I'm gonna go get an ice pack. Stay right here."
I nodded and watched him walk away. I looked down at my ankle. It was swollen. I heard footsteps, and I thought it was Jeremiah with my ice pack. But when I looked up, I was face-to-face with Conrad.
"Conrad. I told you to leave me alone." I said, angrily.
He steps closer to me and says, "I miss you, Belly. I still love you. I hate that Jeremiah and you are a couple. I want you to be with me, Belly."
"Well, it's too late for that, isn't it, Conrad? You had me. And then you left me. I love Jeremiah now. Not you."
He gets closer and says, "Come on, Belly, I know you still love me."
I try to push him away. "Go away, Conrad!"
Jeremiah comes in then. He sets the ice pack down on my ankle and grabs Conrad by the collar. "I thought I told you to leave!"
"I came to talk to Belly, if that's alright, Mom." Conrad mocks. The anger inside of me rises, and I push him. He stumbles.
"Go!" I say.
"Sure. But, I just have one question for Belly before I leave," he laughs and looks at me then and grins, "Belly? Which one of us is a better kisser?"
Before I know what I'm doing, my fist is striking Conrad's jaw. He stumbles backward and holds his jaw. He looks at me in shock. Like he couldn't believe I had hit him.
"I'm going to kill you!" He lunges at me, but before he can hit me, Belly steps in between us, and Conrad strikes her cheek. She stumbles backwards, pain etched across her face. I caught her in my arms. The sight of her bloodied cheek ignites a fire within me—a fire that screams for retribution.
"Belly, are you okay?" I asked, panic coursing through my veins. She winced in pain, her tears mingling with the blood rushing to her cheeks. Conrad's punch had caught her by mistake, but it was enough to send shockwaves of rage through me.
"What the heck, Conrad! You just hit my girl! What is wrong with you!??" Belly holds on to me tighter.
"Conrad, if you don't leave now, I will have someone escort you out," I growled, my voice laced with fury.
His expression a mix of defiance and spite, Conrad glared at Belly and muttered, "Fine... I'll go. This party's dead anyway." With one last venomous glare, he stormed out, leaving the room in an eerie silence.
Belly's tears flowed freely as she clung to me, her body trembling in my arms. I help her sit back down on the couch.
"Bells, how does your cheek feel? It's really red." I said.
"It hurts, but it will be okay." She puts the ice pack back on her ankle.
Gently, I brushed her hair away from her face, my eyes filled with remorse. "I'm so sorry, Belly. I didn't mean for any of this to happen," I whispered, my voice laden with guilt.
"It's not your fault," she says. "It's Conrad's."
Taylor and Steven walked in then.
"Are yall okay?" Taylor asked.
"Yeah, we are fine," I said. "But we are going home. Belly needs to rest."
Steven's eyes darted to Belly's ankle, which was visibly swollen and red. His face contorted with anger, but he kept silent, turning and walking away. Taylor watched him leave, utterly confused by his reaction. She turned back to Belly, worry etched on her face. "Do you need any help?"
"No. I got it."
Taylor nodded understandingly and said, "Take care of her, Jeremy."
"I will." I said.
I picked Belly up bridal style.
"I have to get my purse." She said.
"We will get it on the way out. First, I'm going to get a wet paper towel for your cheek." We went through the kitchen, and I got a wet paper towel. I gave it to Belly, and she put it on her cheek.
I walked back through the party with Belly in my arms. I got her purse, and we walked outside. When I walked outside, I heard shouting. Immediately, I knew the voices. Steven and Conrad.
"I should beat the shit out of you," Steven yelled.
Conrad says "I.... I thought you were on my side. I was trying to tell Belly that I was still in love with her."
"You had to be so angry about that... that you hurt my sister! No wonder Jeremiah is better for her!" Steven responds.
Conrad just looked at Steven in disbelief when he said that to him.
Taylor finally finds Steven and runs to him. "Steven, stop right now!" Taylor yells, placing her hands on his chest and pushing him back.
"No. Not until he apologizes." Steven responds angrily.
Jeremiah sets Belly down on the ground and wraps his arm around her shoulder. They walk over to them.
"He's not worth it," I whisper to Steven. "Just leave him alone."
"Yeah. It isn't worth it," Steven replies, looking at Conrad. "Don't ever come around me or my sister again!" He says to Conrad. Taylor takes his hand and leads him back inside.
Conrad looks at me and Belly. He shakes his head. Belly holds onto me tighter.
"It's okay," I tell her. "You're safe with me."
Belly looks up at Jeremiah. "Thank you. I'm glad I'm here with you."
Conrad waves us off and walks away. Me and Belly start to walk away when Belly says, "Ow. My ankle. I don't think I can walk, Jere."
I smile. "Hop on girl."
She giggles and climbs on my back. She nuzzles her head into my neck. I carried her on my back the whole walk home.
When we got back to the summer house, I carried Belly upstairs and into my room. She fell asleep. Luckily, she was a heavy sleeper. I laid her down on the bed and took off her shoes. I took off her cowgirl hat and unbuttoned her shirt, leaving on her white tank top that she was wearing underneath her shirt. I went to her room and got her favorite fall plaid pajama pants that my mom gifted her one Halloween. They were different colors of brown. She loved wearing them during the fall season. I headed back into my room and carefully but quickly put them on her. I then grabbed an extra pillow and propped her ankle on it. I then pulled back the covers, making sure she was safe and warm. I changed into my night clothes and climbed into bed with her.
She stirred, opened her eyes, and said, "Jere?"
I cuddled her to me, stroking her hair, and I whispered, "Shh. Go back to sleep."
"Hmm," she mumbled. "I love you, Jere." She whispered.
I kissed her forehead and said, "I love you more."
She went back to sleep, and soon I went to sleep too.
LATER THAT NIGHT:
I woke up to someone moving stuff around. It was coming from Conrad's room. I started to get up, to tell him off. I was still pissed about the party. I had contemplated it for a second, about going to talk to him, but before I could make up my mind, I heard the front door slam shut, followed by a car driving away. Belly jumped up, startled. I grabbed her and started rubbing circles on her back.
"What was that?" She asked me, frightened.
"Shh.. it's okay. It was just the front door.." I said, softly.
She fell back asleep really easily after that, and so did I.
THE NEXT MORNING:
As the sunlight peeked through the curtains, casting its warm glow into the room, I looked down at Belly and saw that she was still asleep. I carefully got out of bed and went downstairs. I crept into the kitchen, ready to cook up a delicious surprise for her. The tantalizing aroma of pancakes filled the air, as the batter sizzled on the hot pan. I busily arranged sliced strawberries on the side, garnishing the pancakes with a drizzle of syrup.
As I was fixing her breakfast, the front door opened, and Conrad walked in. He goes down the hall. I try to ignore the anger that is rising up in me, and I put the breakfast on the tray, ready to take it up the stairs, when Conrad steps into the kitchen.
He just looks at me and says, "I came to get some medicine for my headache." He shows me the aspirin.
I look at him and say, "What you did last night, especiallyto Belly, is not forgivable. You hurt her. And waking her up in the middle of the night. You really don't care about anyone but yourself."
Conrad just looked at me; he blinked, opened his mouth, and then closed it. He looked down at the ground, sighed, and then looked back up at me.
I waited for him to say something. Anything. But he didn't. I rolled my eyes, grabbed the tray that the breakfast was on, and walked past him and to the stairs. As I was going up the stairs, the front door closed behind me. He didn't slam it this time. I stopped and looked back, the glare of his windshield casting a shadow across the wall. I watched as the shadow disappeared as he drove away. I shook my head and continued up the stairs.
Quietly, I entered my bedroom, where Belly lay, still tangled in dreams. Leaning down, I brushed a gentle kiss upon her rosy lips, whispering, "I made breakfast."
Belly's eyes fluttered open, her excitement bursting forth like fireworks. "Oh my god, Jere," she exclaimed, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks. "You made me breakfast!" The happiness in her voice was music to my ears.
"Only the best for my girl," I replied, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. Sitting beside her on the bed, I held her hand tightly, reveling in the tender connection between us.
"I love you, Jere," Belly confessed, her eyes brimming with adoration.
"I love you more," I replied, my voice filled with unwavering conviction. I picked up a forkful of fluffy pancakes and brought it to her lips, watching as she savored the taste. In return, she playfully fed me a pancake, our lips meeting in the middle for a sweet and decadent kiss.
Giggles enveloped the room as we laughed, feeding each other pancakes and relishing the delicate flavor of strawberries. In that moment, it was as if time had stopped, leaving only the two of us and the unspoken promises of a love that would forever be infinite.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! 🎃
#the summer i turned pretty#tsitp#jeremiah fisher#bellyjere#team jelly#belly conklin#jelly#jeremiah and belly#belly and jeremiah#belly x jeremiah#jeremiah x belly#jelly fanfiction#jelly fanfic#bellyjere fanfic
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What’s the wildest scene you’ve ever written and what song is the soundtrack to that scene?
define "written"
fr i'm bad at this thing you call "writing", especially actually advancing any of my wips so most if not all of them are stuck in 1-3 chapters limbo. so let me tell you about the plot point entirely inspired by me listening to stay awake? by bastille
i have give me the future (album) to thank for much of the vibe of my book keep staring. first with distorted light beam and then with stay awake? which immediately formed the image in my head of a dream version of piedad appearing in adam's head.
this is our thesis statement. later i would pair up stay awake? with drive by halsey to create one big moment between our two leads but i don't think the dubbed "car drive scene" is that wild. i actually don't know if the stay awake? scene is wild either but it's all i have that isn't the ending of any of my books, there's two i can think of that are especially wild (including this one). and they don't really have a soundtrack.
i listened to stay awake? but for a while it was simply a silly amv in my head... until i found this photo of piedad's fc lydia graham (that i used on that one netflix trend: keep staring edition). which i messaged by best friend with "this looks like piedad in one of adam's dreams"
further context: up until this moment adam had been indulging on this dream as a bad coping mechanism. but even a dreamer's dreams have limits and for the dreamers in my world that is not being capable of bringing human beings into the waking world. adam's coping lasts only as long as he's asleep and soon that starts to feel to him like getting poked with red hot metal. so he snaps at dream!piedad, as we see above. a few other responses from them include: "don't i look real?" and "you're mad at me now for being what you wanted?" and "like you ever cared." because when you're a dreamer sometimes your dreams will call you out for manipulating the dreamspace to your liking.
i have plans to have dream!piedad kill adam at some point. and the phrasing of that hopefully tells you it does not affect him in the waking world, aside from a rude awakening and he'll probably be hurting for a few days. i don't know if i want it to happen here, because i don't even know when this scene is going to happen and how much i want to sour whatever thing adam and his bad coping mechanism have going on.
the no death option looks a little like this: adam has an argument with dream!piedad, a full-on fight that has the dreamspace practically bursting at the seams, all the while dream!piedad sways between being that fantasy adam concocted (partly by accident tbf but hey he let it continue) and becoming angrier and angrier with him. but because ✨toxic relationship (yes even in his dreams he has so many issues)✨ it kinda goes nowhere, kiss it better. adam still feels like he's being prodded and prodded. the dreamspace can feel as real as the waking world to a dreamer, to the point most have a hard time discerning whether they've woken up or not sometimes, but there's always that knowledge... that it's fake. adam can dream himself fifteen different realities where he and piedad leave the city and forget everything.
but that doesn't change the real world. the city in keep staring is the result of me listening to dead club city by nothing but thieves so it tilts towards slightly dystopic and maybe a bit sentient. you can't just leave the city, or these characters can't, they're woven into its fabric. the story won't be letting them go that easily. if adam and piedad could just leave and forget, this wouldn't be a tragedy.
which brings us straight into the next chapter. the "car drive scene" chapter. i literally just talked about this on another post's tags but the drive by halsey chapter is from piedad's pov. adam's chapter ends (how? unsure, but we get no hints of what's about to happen) and we open with piedad doing their own thing... only to realise after his outburst in the dream adam drove to piedad's current place and asks if they want to go on a drive.
then the chapter happens and the experience of listening to stay awake? immediately followed by drive is surreal to me specifically because it really does feel like getting the two povs of my characters one after the other
#sorry i know this isn't as wild but it's really the only scene i can think of where i go this one has a Soundtrack#most amvs in my little brain borne out of the songs on the playlist are a collection of moments#i could have talked about masterpiece theatre iii or enemy by imagine dragons#that last one is responsible for the image of adam almost beating an oneiros to death with a crowbar#but it's just like... the chorus...#while the rest of the song is just moments put to a beat#answered#( wip ) greek tragedy!#( ship ) sunstars
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🎭Fortunes Fool🎭
Chapter 9: Is it e’en so? Then I defy you, stars!
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Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie Beckett
Chapter summary: Romeo and his Juliet declare themselves
Warnings: LOVE CONFESSIONS
Word count: 1949
Benedict was a little nervous for some reason at spending the night at his girlfriend’s. He’d never done that before and when he asked Anthony for advice he was about as much use as chocolate fireguard as he reminded Benedict that he’d never actually been in a relationship and therefore this was the first for either of them and he would have to fill Anthony in on how to go about a sleepover but he knew it usually involved not a lot of sleep.
A night of sex with his girlfriend was something he was looking forward to but it felt like a big deal to spend the night with Sophie. It was a big thing, with them going off to University, it felt like a huge step and if it went well Benedict could possibly suggest they get a place together when they went off to Uni.
If he, Anthony, Kate and Sophie all went to the same Uni all four of them could share a place. The thought had made him really happy and excited for the prospect of the future.
He knew it was madness to get ahead of himself but the conversation he had with Anthony on the way up to bed after Sophie had left and it had made its way into his dreams.
He saw a life after University, he married Sophie, Kate and Anthony together, kids being best friends… everything just felt… perfect and real. He saw three little boys, a little girl the image of her mother in his dreams
By the time he walked to Sophie’s that night he felt like he was floating on air, he had all these romantic plans in his head, the idea of him, his brother, Sophie and her best friend all sharing a place. Of travelling over Europe with his beautiful girl, visiting the Louvre and taking her on a history tour around Europe. One day taking her back to Paris and proposing at the Louvre… he knew it was silly getting so ahead of himself but he saw his whole life with Sophie. Something about her just felt right and he felt happier than he had in as long as he could remember.
He made his way down the drive towards Sophie’s house, he had messaged her to say he was on his way, he had also stopped on the way to pick up some sunflowers and a bottle of wine. He was looking forward to an evening with just the two of them, they’d not really had a proper date since they had started seeing one another and he wanted to do something nice with Sophie. He would have taken her out tonight but when he suggested it, she had asked if they could just watch a film, get a takeaway and spend the night in and who was he to deny such a request.
Sophie was waiting and watching at the window for him and she had the door open before he had even gotten to the end of the driveway, a brilliant and bright smile on her face as she greeted him.
“Hey beautiful” Benedict smiled back as she beamed at him and kissed him softly.
“You know you don’t have to call me beautiful everytime you see me? I’m just in my sweats and a scabby old tshirt” Sophie said with a flush to her cheeks.
Benedict pressed a hand to her cheek “I think you look beautiful no matter what you are wearing Sophie, and I plan on telling you everyday for as long as you let me” Benedict said as he held the flowers out for her “here I got these for you, and this for us.” he said holding up the bottle of white wine. “I wasn’t sure if you were a white or red kind of girl so I thought i’d hedge my bets with white”
“I’ll drink either really. Red is more for a fancy night rather than chilling on the sofa, eating chinese food and having lots of sex” Sophie grinned
Benedict smirked “I’ll remember that for future then” he smiled at her as he kissed her. “What first?” he asked.
“Well I wanted to maybe erm… talk first?” Sophie said a little nervously.
“Sure of course, what did you wanna chat about?” he asked.
“Shall we erm… go to the front room? I don’t want to do this in the hallway” Sophie asked.
Benedict dropped his backpack on the floor and they headed into the living room, him following her, nerves swirling around in his own stomach wondering if maybe she was going to break up with him.
Not once thinking the comment about sex meant that she had no ideas about that but this was his first relationship afterall, he had no idea how they worked but when a woman walked to tlak, it often didn’t spell out good things.
He followed her in and took a seat next to her on the sofa in Sophie’s large living room, his heart beating madly in, his chest as he asked “so what did you wanna talk about?”
Sophie took a deep breath wondering how best to approach this “I… I erm… I’ve been thinking about where I actually want to go to Uni”
“Okay…” Benedict replied slowly.
“I’d applied to both Oxford and Cambridge not expecting to get a shot at either of them but i’ve got onto to do the entrance exams for both” Sophie explained “like I know you have”
“Right…” Benedict added wondering where she was going with it.
“I want to go to Cambridge. Not Oxford” Sophie said, eventually letting the words tumble from her lips “I know Kate said your entire family have been to Oxford and I don’t know what that will mean for us if you’re going to go to Oxford but I really like you Ben, I really do and I don’t want something as silly as us going to different schools get in the way but I wanna follow my dad’s footsteps, the Gunningworth’s have gone to Cambridge for like centuries and I know my surname isn’t but I am a Gunningworth and I want to keep up the tradition… what… why aren’t you saying anything?” Sophie asked as she looked at Benedict who was just smiling at her.
“You’ve not actually given me a second to say anything babe” Benedict grinned at her
“Babe?” Sophie said with a bemused look on her face
“Dunno, let right I guess” he grinned at her
“Okay well…” Sophie said encouragingly
“Your dad mentioned this to me the other day. Asked me what I’d do if you said you wanted to go to Cambridge,'' Benedict said with a little chuckle. “I wonder if he sensed that was the way you were leaning”
“What… what did you say?” Sophie asked nervously.
“Well he didn’t actually say out and out about you wanting to go to Cambridge but I did say I wanted to go to whatever your preference was…”
“But your entire family…” Sophie said, looking worried.
Benedict reached over and cupped her cheek “someone has to be the black sheep in the family” he grinned “I always assumed it would be Ant but I don’t mind and besides, two of my uncles went to Cambridge and one of their brothers’ did as well…”
“Your uncles?” Sophie asked
“George and Nicholas Rokesby married my Dad’s older and younger sister…” Benedict said “they’re Cambridge men, Andrew got into Cambridge but went off and joined the Navy, Edward did a year before joining the Army instead” Benedict explained “but my grandmother, the one who got me into Art, she suggested Cambridge was the better University for History of Art so… if you want to go to Cambridge… then we go to Cambridge” Benedict said with a smile
“So you won’t care if you go to a different Uni to Anthony?” she asked
“Will you care about going to a different one to Kate?” he returned
Sophie pulled a face as she thought about it “I mentioned it to her a while ago and she wasn’t bothered, she said it didn’t matter which school we went to, we’d still be best friends and it’s not like i’d not see her all the time, especially if she actually dates Anthony properly.”
“Oxford and Cambridge aren’t that far apart either so it’s not like you couldn’t meet up after classes and stuff” Benedict added.
“Okay then that brings me to my second topic I wanted to talk to you about” Sophie said with a little sly smile.
“Okay?”
“What do you think about us getting a flat together? Like a student flat together” Sophie asked, a light blush forming over her cheeks as she managed to stumble the words out
“Yes!” Benedict said far too quickly, going bright red himself and then clearing his throat and trying again to try and be a bit cooler “Yes, that sounds… yes… absolutely…”
Sophie burst into a fit of giggles at his instant reaction and felt herself beaming at him as she burst into giggles as he looked apologetic
“Sorry that wasn’t very cool of me… just… I had been thinking about that very thing on the way over, it was actually what I wanted to talk to you about” Benedict said with a grin “I was going to suggest the four of us but if those two are going to Oxford then just the two of us works well… your dad won’t… your dad won’t mind will he?”
Sophie smiled and moved a little closer to him on the sofa “well if’s a choice between me living with my boyfriend who he actually likes, or me living in some halls with any random Tom, Dick and Harry, I know who he would prefer” Sophie grinned as she moved closer still as she spoke.
Benedict realised what she was doing and pulled her onto his lap and kissed her “Babe… if you think i’m gonna be happy with you living in a unisex dorm…”
“Of course not” She giggled “but it’s the weapon I have to use against dad”
“Good because you’re far too hot for your own good and one day you’re going to realise that i’m totally not worthy of a goddess like you and I’d rather it not be soon”
Sophie giggled “they’re going to have to pry you from my cold dead hands Romeo. You’re mine now”
“Really?” Benedict smirked as he rubbed his nose against hers and a little gentle kiss to her lips.
“Yes. You’re mine and I am yours. Forever and always” Sophie said as she rested her head against his.
“I like the sound of that”
“Being mine?”
“Forever and always” he grinned
“I’m glad. I’ve never felt like this before Ben…” Sophie said softly as her green eyes found his blue “i’ve never felt so happy, so safe and loved…” she whispered
Benedict wrapped his arms around her waist and held her to him, revelling in the casual intimacy of the moment “ “Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.”
Sophie giggled softly but without missing a beat “ And yet I wish but for the thing I have; My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.”
Benedict felt his heart skip as he leaned in and kissed her softly “I love you, my Juliet”
Sophie couldn’t help her smile as she pushed Benedict back on the sofa “I love you too my Romeo, now show me how much”
#fortune's fool#beauty and the geek au#bridgerton#benedict bridgerton#sophie beckett#benophie#benedict x sophie
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Hi,
Saw this and thought 💭 OH prompt (have fun, and don’t feel pressured 🥰)
Once again, thank you for including me in this, lovely! It means everything ❤️
I wouldn’t be myself if I didn’t write a silly little ficlet kshkshdkbd
WARNING: it’s extra fluffy…I wrote it with a fever, so maybe that’s why lol
„Daddy? Daddy, daddy, daddio?”
A childish shriek accompanied by stomping of tiny feet distracts Ethan before his daughter sprints into his home office. Patient files scattered all over the impressive wooden desk demand his meticulous attention, but Letty’s seriousness steals it with zero effort. The plastic tiara glimmering in her taffy brown hair only accentuates the girl's superior power.
„We have a mission, daddy.”
An unspoken order follows the brief announcement: her short arms reach out to daddio, and in one swift movement he sits her on his lap.
Big, jasper green eyes stare at Ethan as Nicolette cuddles up to him, worry and determination flickering in them almost too familiar, too precious, flooding his heart with overwhelming warmth.
„What’s the matter, my queen?”
The five-year-old readjusts her crown, sighing deeply.
„Mommy is sad. She says the baby bump makes her look like…” Letty trails off, scrunching up her nose as she tries to recollect the exact phrase she must’ve overheard earlier. „Like…Like she’s about to transform into a balloon on the verge of exploding.”
The corners of Ethan’s mouth quirk up just as the blissful memory of his heavily pregnant wife waddling around their kitchen this morning flashes through his mind. His fingertips still carry the softness of her skin, reminiscing the sheer beauty of every divine curve. She’s perfect with all her imperfections—his very own goddess of both chaos and order, the vision he’s lucky to experience in all her glory until the end of his days.
He cups Letty’s cheek with a loving smile tugging at his lips. „Your mommy would make the most beautiful balloon, if that were the case.”
„The most beautiful, yes!” She repeats his words with contagious excitement. „We need to tell her she’s the most beautiful mommy balloon ever.”
„I suppose that you already have a plan?”
„Yes!” Wasting no time, Letty rummages in her fluffy unicorn bag for the necessary equipment. A moment later, she pushes the medical documentation over like it’s useless trash to make some room for glitter, colorful pens and mini notebook smelling of roses. “We’ll leave notes everywhere in the house.”
With a wide, victorious grin that doesn’t accept rejection, Letty presents her father with a bright red pen and a shiny piece of paper.
Ethan has no choice but to forget about his work for a while and focus on this new, extremely urgent assignment.
“Write: you’re the most beautiful mommy balloon.”
Ethan knows better than to let the sudden urge to snort with laughter take charge—the vivid image of Tiffany’s face reading this delightful message almost crushes his steely facade.
“I have another idea.” He offers, clashing with his daughter’s piercing gaze. “Why don’t we go with: you’re always beautiful?”
Letty scans his features with the most adorable frown, the gears in her head analyzing the proposition. After a quick yet thorough assessment, she nods with a beam all but identical to Tiffany’s.
“We have to draw a heart too.” She adds, watching every move of Ethan’s hand as he makes an effort to shape every letter.
“Will you show me how to draw a perfect heart?” At that, Letty rolls her eyes as if she couldn’t believe that her dad—her beloved, genius, know-it-all daddio—lacks this particularly easy skill.
“It’s very simple, look.” Right above the elegantly written sentence, a pink glittery heart appears like the sun supporting each day with its light.
Like his daughter’s heart sharing her mother’s exceptional kindness.
“Do you think mommy will like it?”
“It’s the prettiest heart I’ve ever seen.” Ethan admits, kissing Letty’s forehead. “She’ll love it.”
#Q#ethan ramsey#ethan x mc#open heart#ethan ramsey x mc#the ramdams#playchoices#nicolette ramsey#open heart fanfiction#ficlet#i didn't proofread this
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Here's a prompt for the DADWC (welcome back!): comforting hugs for Krem.
WHY YES, I am completely incapable of writing anything even remotely serious without jackhammering some humor into it, thank you for asking :)
Comfort hugs for my boy! For @dadrunkwriting
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Krem didn't typically spend much time alone. He didn't particularly enjoy being by himself, which was good because being the lieutenant of the Bull's Chargers afforded him very little time to himself. But right now, the last thing he wanted was to be surrounded by his men, dragged into hilariously inadvisable shenanigans.
He'd had a bad feeling when a crow lighted on his shoulder in a distressing flutter of black wings, a letter tied to its foot. The only letters he ever got were orders from the Inquisition, or silly little notes from Ellana. The last thing he expected was a letter stamped from Tevinter and a familiar, terse scrawl. He'd taken the note and immediately slipped away from camp and into the dark, desert night, finding shelter behind a pile of crumbled stone and wooden beams that might have once been a building.
"Krem?"
He looked up at the familiar voice, and nearly shat himself when eerily gleaming violet eyes peered around what remained of a wall at him.
"Maferath's fucking balls, El!" he gasped, pressing a hand to his speeding heart. Between Dalish and Skinner, he should have been used to the way elven eyes reflected in the dark, but he never quite seemed to adjust.
"Sorry," the large eyes fluttered bashfully, and the Inquisitor hurried forward, the effect less prominent the closer she got. She slid down next to him and hugged her knees. "Is everything alright? You left so quickly."
Krem held up the letter between two fingers and Ellana grimaced.
"Bad news?"
"Don't know. Haven't opened it yet." He flipped the paper around restlessly. "But she's never answered one of my letters yet. Not that I send many. Still, you'd think at least once..." A slim hand slipped under the crook of his elbow. The red-haired elf leaned sympathetically closer, and in spite of his distraction, Krem felt his heart-rate increasing again. Things had been so busy with the inquisition lately, it had been quite some time since Ellana had been so close to him, since they had been alone together. He still wasn't sure exactly what they were to each other. All Krem knew was that it felt good to have her near, to have her eyes on him, to see her smile, or hear her laugh. It felt even better when she touched him like this.
"D'you...want me to look? Tell you want it says?" she offered, concern contorting the curling violet lines tattooed across her cheeks.
Krem shook his head. Then changed his mind and nodded. Changed it again and shrugged.
"That's very helpful, thank you."
That at least got a laugh out of him. "Sorry. I just..." He sighed again. "It's complicated." After another moment of hesitation, he cracked the flaking wax seal and unfolded the crackling paper. Carnelian eyes quickly skimmed the sparse message and a rueful laugh huffed in his throat. Cautiously, Ellana peeked at the letter when he shoved it her way.
There was only one sentence, written in harsh, blocky Common. "Please do not write again."
The pair were silent for a moment, Ellana staring down at the words in horror.
Krem tensed when surprisingly strong arms looped around his waist. A frizzed curl of red tickled his cheek as she pressed her face into his collar, holding him tightly, as though trying to anchor him down so he wouldn't float away. He melted into her by increments, letting the soft hint of lavender and vanilla wafting from her hair relax him. He sniffed loudly, slipped one arm around her, pressing the small woman closer still. A few stray tears dropped onto the top of the Inquisitor's head, and she wiggled closer, pulling Krem down to cradle his head against her cheek. He lost track of how long they stayed that way, the wind hissing gently through the shifting sands around them.
"Get rid of it," insisted Krem, voice muffled against her neck, his throat raw. "I don't want it."
"Are you sure?" Ellana murmured, stroking her fingers gently through his dark hair. He nodded empathically. He almost protested when she pulled away, looking down at the note still held crumpled in her hand. She looked back up at him, then down again.
And shoved the letter directly into her mouth.
"That's not what I--"
It was too late. Ellana chewed noisily, swallowed, and made a disgusted noise, nose wrinkled, smacking her mouth in a futile attempt to get rid of the taste of cheap ink, and gods knew what else. Krem burst out laughing at the look on her face, holding his stomach and nearly toppling over when she grabbed a fistful of sand and started scrubbing her tongue with it, making terrible noises.
"I missed you so much," he gasped, wiping what were now mirthful tears from the corners of his eyes.
Ellana just made another awful noise and grabbed another handful of sand.
#da drunk writing circle#cremisius aclassi#dragon age#ellanasha lavellan#krem#writing down fatalities#kremquisitor#kremlavellan
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Idolised
(Here’s a Yandere Todo Aoi x Female Reader story :P I wrote up the layout for this a while ago, and I’m currently madly in love w him, so here we are!
Thank you all so much for your support and being so understanding of my situation. I love you all so much ;)
TW: !noncon/dubcon!, !Has a whole ass shrine dedicated to you, you literally don’t know he exists lmao, !claims he's ur bf to everyone, manipulation!, intimidation!, sort of kidnapping!, !forced cunnilingus!, etc..
Please proceed with caution!)
“(Your Name)-Chan, why didn’t you tell us that you have a boyfriend?” You slowly stop chewing, chopsticks going slack in your hand. Eyes darting towards your friend Mika, you raise an unamused eyebrow.
“What are you talking about, Mika-Chan? I don’t have a boyfriend,” All of your girlfriends look at each other, unbelieving of your claim. All giggle, thinking that you’re just being shy.
“Ne~ don’t be coy! It’s okay to tell us about your boyfriend! From the pictures I’ve seen, he’s quite handsome, huh?” At this point, you’re completely confused. Are they pranking you? You don’t have a boyfriend!
“I genuinely have no idea what you’re talking about-“ The seat next to you slides out, and a hulking figure plops itself down on the wooden chair, the wood creaking horrifically underneath their weight.
Their arm wraps around the back of your own chair, practically engulfing you in the crook of their enormous elbow, “Hey, Pretty Girl. I’m sorry that I’m late, you know how late my classes run sometimes.”
You’re too scared to even turn towards the large man, choosing instead to look at your friends with a horrified expression. They don’t notice it, too busy ogling at the apparent eye candy next to you, “Uhm, I’m sorry, but who are you? And why do they think that you’re my boyfriend?” An awkward silence immediately follows after, the man’s hand gripping the wood behind you so hard that it creaks.
He forces a deep laugh, which sounds quite menacing. He moves his hand onto your back, his warm palm felt through your stylish top, “You’re so funny, (Nickname)-Chan! It’s alright, you don’t need to hide me anymore. I messaged your girls last week, they know about us.”
“Yeah, (First Name)-Chan! It’s okay! We think you’re both so adorable,” They practically fawn over the two of you, trying to push you closer into each other’s arms. The man next to you takes this in stride, practically hauling your chair up next to his. His arm is now fully around you, as you lean in close to your hair and neck. He inhaled deeply, a satisfied grunt rumbling through his chest.
“Don’t do anything stupid, (Your Name)-Chan. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll follow my every whim,” Tears of fear and anxiety bead your eyes, which your friends take as relief that you’re no longer hiding away from them.
“Don’t cry, (First Name)-Chan! It’s okay! We all support you wholeheartedly!”
The rest of the lunch consisted of you being extremely uncomfortable, and your closest friends being none the wiser. Somehow, they don’t notice how you constantly inch away from him, only to be dragged back to his side. Somehow, they don’t know how he’s whispering mild threats into your ear.
But, through this time, you learned the name of your so-called ‘boyfriend.’ Todo Aoi, the beast currently keeping you glued to your seat in fear. He’s so much bigger than you, so much faster, seemingly so much smarter.
“Bye, (First Name)-Chan, Bye, Todo-Kun! It was nice to meet you!” Your friends wave the two of you off, one of his large hands securely on the small of your back. His grip is bruising, controlling. Todo practically pushes you towards an unknown destination, your body only able to continue forward, whether you wanted it to or not.
“I’m proud of you, (First Name)-Chan. I knew my girl was smart, beautiful, and capable. This just proved it to me,” A small whimper escapes your throat, as fresh tears bead your eyes.
“Why are you doing this? What do you want from me?” A booming laugh is heard, practically shaking the ground below you, causing you to flinch.
“Why am I doing this? Well, I’m doing this, because I love you. I want us to be together, so we’re going home,” He says this as if it solved all of your problems.
“But we don’t know each other, why even bother-“
“We know each other. I saved your life, remember?” For the first time tonight, you look at him. His distinct scar immediately catches your attention- this man did, in fact, save your life. Two months prior, someone or something shoved you onto some train tracks, right in front of an oncoming train. In a mere moment, the bulky man grabbed you from the tracks, and hopped back up onto the platform, effectively saving your life.
“I-Bu-But what? We met only once, and-“ He shushes you, forcing you closer to his side, his entire hand practically engulfing your waist.
“There’s no need to worry. In that Moment, I knew that you were meant to be my beautiful Princess. You need me to care for you, and I’m up for the task.”
“Princess? Sir, I think you need help! We’ve only talked once, and while I’m grateful for you saving my life, I think this is excessive! Please let me go!”
He ignores you, sighing dreamily about what the two of you will get up to. Todo couldn’t wait to add more to your shrine at home! He’ll be sure to get as much dirty clothes, used tissues, and everything else he could ever want!
Forcing you into an upper class loft building, he guides you by the small of your spine into a lift, disregarding the old woman inside. She looks at you as if the both of you are the most adorable couple she’s ever seen, making you shift in discomfort. Todo takes it in stride, practically preening under her gaze, but pretending it has no effect on him.
He nonchalantly presses his floor’s number, before placing that hand on your hip, and rubbing it in circular motions. You try to move away from him, but his grip is solid.
Before long, the lift stops on his floor, and he pushes you out. You stumble into the area outside of his front door- his home being the only one on the entire floor. The door itself has a pin pad on its handle, which he quickly typed in, once he’s directly in front of it, leading you to believe that there’s most likely a second pin pad on the other side.
Once you hear the click of the door being unlocked, Todo moves away from the entryway, and motions you inside, “Go ahead, Princess.”
In a Moment of defiance, you shake your Head no, “I think this has gone on long enough,” His eyes narrow slightly, yet you continue, practically shaking in your shoes, “I-I don’t want to go inside. Please let me go home.”
His booming laughter fills the small space, as he shakes his head in disbelief, “You’re adorable, (Nickname)-Chan! Now, go inside before I become angry.” The bite in his final words forces you forward, into his dark flat.
He flicks on the light switch the moment you step inside, momentarily blinding you. Once you’re able to blink away the dots swimming in your vision, you’re greeted with a fairly normal sight. The living room, kitchen, and dining room are conjoined in an open concept, making the large place seem even larger. Two hallways branch off on either side of the large room, most likely leading to a master, a guest room, bathroom, and an office.
“What do you think? I read in a magazine that women like clean homes, so I deep clean this flat at least once a week.”
You aren’t sure what to say, but you nod along anyway, “Yes, it’s very nice.” He beams down at you, cheeks practically stretching to the fullest extent.
“This shows that I know how to make women happy! I believe that’s a redeeming quality,” You awkwardly give him the side eye, “Oh, don’t look at me like that, silly girl! I have many more redeeming qualities if that one isn’t good enough. Now,” He clasps your shoulder with a large hand, “Why don’t I show you our bedroom?”
“Our?” Your eyes are practically bugging out of your skull, as he nods gleefully.
“We’re a couple, aren’t we? And couples share everything with each other.”
With that, he practically drags you down the left hallway. There’s only one door at the end of the hall, signalling that this is the master bedroom. With one hand, he pushes open the door, before coaxing you inside. His hand that was previously on your shoulder migrates to the bottom of your spine. The room is a mixture of black and your favourite colour, showcasing that this room is the both of yours.
The bed is quite large, most likely to accommodate your large captor and yourself, “I thought you’d like that your favourite colour is in here.”
You say nothing, tears beading your eyes. You wring your hands in anxiety, as he leads you to the bed. He sits you down on the edge, before kneeling in front of you. Todo leans forward, resting on your thighs, all whilst still practically towering over you even when sitting.
“Why’re you crying, Princess? There’s no reason to,” He swipes under your eye the moment the first tear falls.
“Why am I crying? You must be joking! You-you just kidnapped me!” He shushes you once more, causing a spark of anger to course through you. He hasn’t listened to a single complaint you’ve voiced! “Stop doing that! It’s rude! I’m allowed to be upset-“
With two massive hands, he forces your thighs open, “I know your work has you stressed, Pretty Girl- why don’t you let me calm you down?” He pushes his hands up your thighs, your skirt barely covering your pussy, allowing his thumbs to ghost over your panty clad cunny.
You try to thrash out of his hold, pushing against his hands, “No! Let go of me!” Your thrashing does nothing, as just the weight of his forearms we’re enough to press your thighs to the bed. His left hand rubs against your clit and hole, trying to make you as wet as possible. You try to push against his forearms, but he presses down harder.
His thumb rubs fluidly over your clit in an even pressure. Your hips press up, trying to buck him off, but it only causes him to press down harder. In no time, you’re growing wet against his ministrations. You choke back your whines, smacking his arms, before pushing against his head which hovers just above your cunt.
“Do you feel that, Princess? You’re getting so wet!” He suddenly presses his open mouth against your mound, tongue matching pace with his thumb. A moan escapes your throat before you can stop it, halting the large man in his tracks. You sound so perfect to him!
In one swift motion, he yanks your panties down your legs, and tosses them onto the mattress beside you. You try to close your legs, but it’s no use. I’m seconds, he has your thighs presses as far open as they can go, and his face is buried in your pretty cunny. His tongue dips into your folds, savouring your taste, before flicking against your clit.
His tongue rubs against your clit in swift, smooth motions, quickly causing you to grow wetter than before. Your slick drips down your cunny, coating your ass and inner thighs. More moans escape your mouth, as you writhe against him.
“Sto-Stop! Oh my god-“ He gives a small laugh at your begs, eating you out faster than before. Loud slurps and ‘mms’ are heard throughout the room, as you quickly go over the edge. Your juices squirt out of your cunny, coating his chin and his shoulders in slick. A loud keen is heard throughout the room.
The mixture of your wonderful cum and loud moans causes the large man to bust a load in his pants. He groans against you, causes your thighs to tremble in overstimulation. Todo removes himself from your pussy (not before licking up as much slick as possible), and smiles up at you.
“You’re so wonderful, (Nickname)-Chan! I should’ve done this sooner!”
#todo aoi#todo x reader#todo aoi x reader#jjk smut#jjk x reader#yandere jjk#yandere todo#yandere jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader
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“ SECRET LOVER ” dreamwastaken
characters !
dreamwastaken, wilbur’s twin!reader, technoblade, philza, tommyinnit, wilbur soot, karl, sapnap, georgenotfound, drista, tubbo.
summary !
when reader chooses the dsmp high everything seems to be great, but things gets complicated when her brand new crush turns out to be her oldest brother’s rival. it gets even more complicated when he asks her out.
warnings !
swear words, usage of dream’s real name
notes !
dream as a football team captain rent free in my head... and i’m also sorry that it took me so long to write… its almost 3k words and not proofread!
taglist !
@wilczachannn
it was easy to assume that you had been in your brothers’ shadows. techno, wilbur and tommy were talented, football players with great, great achievements. the only thing you wanted was a big change in your life, so when you graduated from the middle school and it came up to making a big decision on choosing high school, you chose the dsmp high – school located an hour away from your house.
you remember your first day at school. the day started awfully. tommy woke you up with a loud yell at – as you rightly guessed – wilbur, who stole his phone and texted to his crush. it turned out that you had twenty minutes left to get ready and leave for bus and not be late. well... you were late on the bus, but thankfully your dad promised he’ll drop you off at school.
phil couldn’t be more proud of you. for real, he knew how hard it was for you to choose different school from techno, wilbur and tommy (everyone know he’ll go after his brothers). you were miserable through your whole middle school, because no one ever noticed you as your own person, only as wilbur’s twin sister, techno’s younger sibling or the only sister of tommy. it cause you to slowly losing yourself and becoming a female version of your brothers. so when you spoke to him about the idea of the dsmp high, he couldn’t get happier.
fortunately, dad dropped you off fifteen minutes before your first period started. wandering around the new school, looking for people you had classes with. you looked at your phone and accidentally bumped into a tall, dirty blonde guy with painted nails and purple sweater.
“oh no- i’m so sorry!” he spoke kind of afraid he might hurt you. “you alright?” a worried ask left his mouth as he put a hand on your shoulder.
it turned out that his name is karl and you took same classes as him. well in fact the boy seemed to be pretty nice, chill and funny. you two were on your way to the biology class and jokes were in the air. you felt so delightful that you messaged wilbur and techno a small text saying you just made your first friend. as no one responded you hid your phone.
“don’t worry, bestie.” he beamed at you. “i’ll meet you with my other friends, if that’s okay. they’ll love you and you won’t have to worry about making ones!” karl whispered into your ear and you couldn’t hide a soft smile that formed on your face.
as he said, he did. it was your lunch pause so he led you to the cafeteria. the idea of sitting at the table with people you didn’t know was.. terrifying but at the same time, so exiting. you felt like your heart skipped a beat when a guy called dream showed up with his best friends george and sapnp.
he was so handsome that you couldn’t take your eyes off him. looking at him was just so pleasing that you were kinda mad that he was karl’s friend so you couldn’t really sigh over him. surprisingly, he turned out to be a nice guy as well. you expected dream to be a completely jerk and an arsehole, but well you started to feel like you’d fall for him.
well… you were right. you fell for clay so deeply that just being around him was… stressing you out. he always cared about you, through your whole freshman year he was so cute and it was hard not to fall.
sophomore year started in a very… unexpected way. you hadn’t seen your friends in weeks, because you have lived so far away, but it didn’t make your brand new friends group to fall apart. you wouldn’t be so surprised if they organized a meet after classes but… well it was a meet, but only with clay. in a shortcut – he took you on a date.
“i missed you so much, y/n/n” he smiled as he shyly took your hand and intertwined your fingers with his. a small, timid smile formed on your blushed face. “fuck… i like you, i have a huge ass crush on you, okay? i-i just don’t wanna mess up our friendship… so please tell me if you don’t feel same” clay spoke with shaking voice, not giving you a sight.
maybe it was the adrenaline that boosted you up, or your inner self just wanted to do it, but as his confession ended, your lips gentlt pressed his. clay was… well shocked is a good word, clay was shocked, but he pulled you in even closer and that’s how you ended up making out in the park.
you were thrilled to the gills and you almost told your brothers about clay. almost, because you heard techno’s talking about a match against the dsmp high. well it wouldn’t be such a big thing if you hadn’t heard dream, and well oh well. words weren’t too nice.
“hi… are you free?” you said softly, sitting on your bed. you were frightened – what if they don’t like each other? what if… wilbur and tommy also don’t like him? “you know techno, right? technoblade minecraft?” a quiet ask left your mouth as you sat under the tree in your yard.
“yes, unfortunately.” his response made you thought that you had annoyed him. “wait, why you’re asking? did he hurt you or something?” dream didn’t let you answer as he added i’m gon’ kill him under his breathe.
“noo, don’t worry” you clutched your head and sighed. “he’s… my brother, older brother, actually”. silence between you two were clearly killing you, but you couldn’t be one to break it. he had to say something.
“oh my fuck” you heard his shocked voice and chuckled in response. “it doesn’t matter. you’re the one i fell in love with, not he. i know you’re worried, but everything will be alright.”.
“i hope so” his laughter calmed you. “i’ll call you later so we can fall asleep on call okay? dinner’s ready”.
”it’s kinda forbidden love, isn’t it?” george laughed as he wrapped his arm around you with a cute smile. brown haired boy was waiting along with you at your whole friends’ group. “y’know… techno is your brother and also a rival of your boyfriend… it’s exciting”.
you almost gasped at his words. it felt so silly and people would probably find it meaningless, but you couldn’t hide a smile that appeared on your face. he didn’t say techno’s sister like everyone from the middle school would say, george said that he’s your brother.
“as long as i love her, nothing else really matters to me” clay’s voice was so sweet that you almost melted under it. he was right, there’s no reason to overthink – you love him and it’s the only thing that matters.
“yeah, you should definitely tell him that at the match on saturday.” oh my fucking god, a match. the elimination match between the dsmp high and the lmanburg high. you were completely between a rock and a hard place.
“fuck, i forgot about it.” wrapping his arms around your body, dream felt how stressed you began to get. he also felt when your body unwittingly started to shake. “he’ll hate me, so will wilbur and tommy.”
“aren’t they already hating you? like- you barely talk to them at home, so… what’s the problem?” sapnap asked shrugging. well, he was right – techno lost his interest in talking to you and unfortunately wilbur and tommy took their cue from him, and the only person you had talked to was your dad.
“you’re coming to our match, right?” karl asked with a nervous smile forming on his face. it was his first match ever on the team – you couldn’t not be there. “it doesn’t who will you cheer for, just be there, okay?”
“karl, of course i will be there” you smiled at him, trying to hide your increasing stress that almost made you pass out. “please win this, okay? it’d be too hard to look at your miserable faces.”
tommy had always been your favorite of them all. as a child he wouldn’t let you go and sometimes it was obviously burdensome, but you loved it. you loved how he cared and now you missed it. he wanted, but he couldn’t talk to you, techno and wilbur would be pissed if he did.
he wondered about telling you how well he made friends in high school along with tubbo. about all of the funny jokes he made. he just wanted to be a teenager that shares cool memories with his older sister, but for now his brothers were too proud to apologize.
“wil, are you sure we should do that?” he asked, uneasiness appearing on his pale face. he genuinely missed his big sister that always helped him with his homework, with choosing cool outfits to impress girls, helped him, when he argued with tubbo. “she looks so miserable. even dad is worried!”
“we have nothing to do with her miserableness. she left us first. now, she can go and fuck herself” wilbur had never acted lke that before, so surprised tommy just frowned at him and shook his head in hopelessness. something was off and he would like to know what. to repair it.
his stomach rambled and it was time for a snack. tommy was about to came in, but he heard a bit of a conversation between philza and his only daughter.
“yeah, they do kinda hate me” she shrugged, not letting her tears fall. “uhm… clay proposed that i could stay at his. you know, dad. until… they start talking to me again.” long sigh left her mouth as she clutched her head in hands, right before he noticed tears. tommy couldn’t do more, so he got back to his room not letting anyone in later that evening.
it’d be a lie if someone said that tommy wasn’t stressed out. his first game was in a few minutes and his sister was nowhere to be found. “she has better things to do, i disappointed her - i shouldn’t be so shocked.”
when he saw her, he felt relieved. she was there to support him in his first game in high school ever, but as he watched her, slowly drifting away, looking for someone different in the crowd of people, he was hurt.
“i can’t believe you really choose to avoid the affection from dream for today, because your brothers are here. you should fuck them three” sapnap laughed, looking over your shoulder at tommy. “two. he looks hurt as well as you.” you know he was, but he didn’t do anything because the pressure techno and wilbur put on him, was killing him inside.
“y/n you came!” karl cried out, running towards you and sapnap. he hugged you tight and smiled softly, giggling noiselessly. “did y/n’s brothers saw it? i was literally her ride.”
“excuse me, you did that on purpose?” george laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. you joined him, but you stopped when you saw tommy’s upset, frightened face. it wasn’t only karl’s first game – it was tommy’s as well.
“i gotta talk to him” you sighed exhausted of the whole drama around you and your brothers. or just around you, wilbur and techno. your little brother had nothing to do with it. “tommy, hi” you started a bit nervous, feeling the tension betweet you two. and firstly, you thought he will just go away, but you gasped as he hugged you tight.
“i missed you so much” he whispered so anyone could hear but you. soft smile showed up on his face, making it way more brighter. “thanks for coming here, i know it’s rought between you and wil. he’s kinda mad but everything will be fine, i know that.” you wrapped arms around his torso and smiled widely.
“you’ve got this, okay tommy?” you brushed his hair. in response you got a growl and loud laugh after. “if you win or if you lose, it doesn’t matter, because i will still love you, but i’ve gotta go back to my friends.” you beamed and left tommy as soon as you saw wilbur storming towards you.
me: can’t wait to see you on the field :)
you felt like melting, when dream looked at you with his happy, excited face. you were so proud of him – he was the captain of the school football team and it was known that he has a sport scholarship. despite your brothers’ presence, you planned to show clay some support and you painted a medium #21 on your black, denim jacket.
clay: can’t wait to see you on my bed, right next to the trophy i’ll get as a captain.
he hadn’t lie. you sat on his messy bed, in his messy bedroom, talking to his younger sister drista. she was adorably bewitching. she was a bit younger than tommy, but thankfully she wasn’t as loud as him. you laughed after hearing her awful joke.
“so… you’re living here by now?” she asked curiously, frowning. her eyes scanning your, now, blushed face, waiting on the answer. “please, i cannot stand his my-girlfriend-lives-so-far-and-i-can’t-sneak-into-her-room-and-kiss.” she rolled her eyes, but smile widely.
“oh, yeah.” you blushed even harder as she laughed at your already blushed face. “i’m just worried if he’s okay with us hiding, you know? i mean– he could be with someone else, someone… someone better.”
drista didn’t know what to say and you knew she didn’t have to. you were scared – because of your situation that had place in middle school – he will just leave your for someone better, someone prettier, smarter, cuter.
unfortunately for you, clay had heard your every single word. he coughed, letting drista know that she should go. girl smiled at you before leaving you two alone. him, standing in front of you with only his sweatpants on. “y/n” he started as he got closer.
“i- i- can not tell i know how you feel or how you should feel. and-and i genuinely do not care about anyone else but you. i love you, okay dumbass?” he sat as close as possible and beamed softly.
“you won’t replace me?” the whole thing between you and clay was terrifying you so much. is he lying about his feelings? is he really in love with you? or maybe you’re just a bet? you almost shook your head as the thoughts began to overwhelm you.
he wouldn’t do that. and if he would, some of his friends (yours as well) would kill him. you couldn’t be more happier at the moment. your boyfriend had just told you that he loves you for the very first time, you made amazing friends that would kill for you and vice versa, but there was one thing you had to fix. the relationship with techno and wilbur.
“i could never replace you, love”.
“you sure you wanna do it?” clay asked, gently rubbing your thigh with his thumb, sitting in the front seat of his car. you were about to tell your whole family that clay dream is your boyfriend. the guy your older brother claimed to hate. lots of fun, right?
you nodded unsure, getting out of the car. it was your first time seeing your brothers in over a month and – boy, oh boy – you were terrified. did they miss you? did they even notice you were gone? you wished they did. you weren’t even able to ring the doorbell, because tommy opened the door with a huge grin.
“i’ve been waiting for you.” he confessed, closing you in a tight hug. he let you off as soon as he noticed smiled dream standing right behind you. “and who are you, mister?” suspicious question left tommy’s mouth.
“i’m y/n’s boyfriend, clay” dream beamed at tommy as he let you in. shock finding their way onto his face was… quite hilarious. he mumbled something under his breathe, but you couldn’t catch it.
as soon as you got onto the dining room, you saw wilbur, techno and dad setting the table. tommy coughed, couldn’t hide his happiness. his sister is back and he can’t let her go ever again.
“hi…” you started, your voice getting shaky. “i wanted to explain some things and it’d be a pleasure if you would accept my new boyfriend, especially technoblade.” dream took your sweaty with nervousness hand to calm you. he knew it was tough for you, knowing that him and techno are rivals. “this is clay and i know you know him, and you’re not on the good terms, but please just… finally talk to me, because i miss both of you and i’d love to have either my brothers and boyfriend close as possible.” you finished glancing at techno and wilbur.
“y/n, i’m just sad you didn’t want to go to same school with me. you had never told me why, we were inseparable and everything changed within days.” wilbur was first to answer you. his dejected voice made you crying. you missed him, his voice, his advices, his presence around you. “everytime i woke up, you were already running on the bus and we didn’t have a chance to talk.”
“i- you- you’re right. i should’ve told you why did i choose the dsmp high. i did, because i began to lose myself, everyone saw me only as your sister and i started to think that i do not matter anymore. i had to change it and i had to show everyone that i’m not just yours and techno’s sister, but i’m my own persona.” wil stood up and got closer to you. your tears convinced him that you weren’t lying and he felt bad that he didn’t realize it sooner. “i’m so sorry”.
“no- no, i’m also sorry. i’m the one that should apologizing. you were just choosing your own path and i was mad at you, because of that. ‘m sorry y/n/n.” you smiled through tears and hugged him as tight as you only could.
“there’s no much drama between us” techno chuckled quietly, watching you and wilbur cuddling. “i already knew what’s going on between you two at the match. i just took wil’s side.” he shrugged and you laughed, shaking your head in disbelief. “well, it doesn’t mean i like you” he claimed glaring at your boyfriend. “i can tolerate you as long as you’ll treat y/n the best you can, otherwise i’ll kill you”.
“i agree and so does tommy” your twin added, looking dream dead in the eyes.
“maybe we’ll stop the death threats here and start eating?” your dad proposed with a cheerful smile. his kids were finally getting along again, he couldn’t be more proud or happier than at the moment.
“it went so well” you whispered delighted. you were snuggling with dream on your bed, some time after the dinner ended. phil suggested that he could stay for the night, so they can get to know him better.
tommy was thrilled to the bones about the fact that now, he has a new friend, older than him, and also a captain of the football team, so he could teach him how to play better. wil was… well wil. he made sure that dream didn’t have any wrong intentions and techno just couldn’t care less if you were happy with him. he even suggested that they should bury the hatchet and move on.
“i haven’t said that to anyone yet, but i love you” you said, almost skipping a bit when he held your head and gently kissed you.
“well, you already know that i’m head over heels in love with you. and it won’t ever change” he said and kissed you one more time.
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hi 🥺 can i have "It's lonely here without you" from list 2 with Jack? 🥺 if possible some hurt/comfort situation? love you 💖
Hi bb, you can have whatever you want 🥺💕
Agent Whiskey x Fem!Reader ; warnings: none
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You sighed to yourself as you looked around the dark, empty bedroom. It was early still, and the day was just breaking over the horizon. The sky was an inky blue, melding into orange and pink as a new day was beginning. Birds were softly chirping outside the window, traffic was starting up, and the world was slowly waking.
And yet you wished you weren't. Not alone anyways.
You missed him. You missed Jack. Everything about him - his smile, his laugh, his touch, his kiss. Every little thing about him was so golden and after having been in his glow for so long, it was hard to go with it. It was for work, missions sometimes called him away for extended periods, but it was always hard.
Reaching for your phone on the nightstand, you quickly unlocked it and scrolled through your notifications, swiping away most of them. Only one really caught your attention - a very early good morning text from Jack. A smile tugged on the corners of your mouth as you read over the text and some of your previous conversations. Jack was the epitome of an old man when it came to texting, but damn he tried, and he never failed to make you smile. Your favorites were always the silly selfies he sent in his down time.
Gods, you hoped he would be back soon.
I miss you, you quickly typed out, it's lonely here without you.
Before thinking too much about it, you quickly sent it and turned the phone upside, burrowing back into your pillows. They still smelled like him no matter how often they were washed - not that you minded.
It was only a few moments before the phone vibrated. Surprised by the quick response, you snatched it back up and hastily opened the message.
Get up, your brow furrowed at the cryptic message, go to the kitchen.
You quickly replied - what?
Just do as I ask for once, Sugar, without any sass.
Fine!
You beamed at his message, still confused as to what he meant, but decided to indulge him. Pushing back the warm, plush blankets you slowly climbed out of the bed, letting your feet hit the carpet with a soft thud. You grabbed a nearby sweater, which just happened to be Jack's, and pulled it on before slowly padding downstairs and to the kitchen. The house you shared with your husband was decently sized, but when you were alone it felt gigantic and cold.
You were humming to yourself as you walked into the kitchen, stopping dead in your tracks as you spied a large bouquet of your favorite flowers on the counter. Your face lit up as you walked over to them, completely forgetting that you should be worried about the fact that mysterious flowers had appeared in your kitchen.
You looked for a card or some of indication of their origin, touching a few of the soft petals. Unfortunately, you found nothing. No card, note, anything until -
"Hi Sugar," you almost jumped out of your skin as you looked around the flowers and found Jack grinning back at you. You almost squealed in delight as you ducked around the corner as you threw yourself into his arms. He held you tightly, easily wrapping his arms around you as you buried your face into his chest, "hi baby, I've missed you so much."
"Jack," you pulled back to look at him, studying his face, watching as his soft brown eyes crinkled with his smile. You touched his cheek, watching as he keened into your touch, "I've missed you too. I didn't expect you back so soon."
"Maybe I pulled your leg and said I was going to be gone longer than I was," he teased as he kissed you softly. It was easy to melt into his touch, to get completely lost in him, "I wanted to come and surprise my favorite girl."
"Whatever for?" you asked softly as your heart fluttered gently. Gods, you were so in love with him, and you couldn't imagine a life without him anymore, "I don't think I've missed anything...its not our anniversary...no plans? Why…?"
"I didn't think I needed a reason," he insisted with a gentle shake of his head, "I just don't want to be away any longer than I needed to be. And I figured this would be a nice little surprise. I know how hard it is for me to be away from you, and I imagine its the same for you…"
"I detest even being away from you for even a day," you promised, "anything longer is practically torture. I was thinking about stowing myself into your luggage this time around."
"A most welcome surprise that would have been," he swiped his thumb along your cheek before kissing you again. He hand went to the back of your neck as he held you close and you wrapped your arms around his neck, breathing him in. If you could have stayed like that forever, you easily would have, "I love you."
"I love you," you trailed a few kisses along his jaw before going back to his lips and giggling as his mustache tickled your lip. You always teased him for it, claiming it would look ridiculous on anyone else, but it worked for him. And it did - of course he looked handsome without it, but there was something about that was just so...him.
"I suppose I do have one thing I've been wanting to tell you," he cleared his throat as you pulled back, a worried expression etching onto your features. He shook his head fervently before tenderly cradling your face in his hands, "no, no, no, sugar, don't worry - it's nothing bad!"
"Jack! You can't just spring something like that on me," you pouted at him, sticking your bottom lip out as he chuckled softly, "out with it! What is it?"
"Well, I was thinking," he started and immediately held up a finger to your lips to silence you. He knew you well enough to know that you were about to make a sassy comment, "I know its a shocker, but hear me out."
"Sorry baby," you grinned at him, "go on."
"I know we've talked about it and I was just thinking...we've been married for a while now and well, if we're serious about starting a family in the near future, I want to be home more," you listened carefully to his words, but you couldn't help yourself as a grin stretched across your features, "I don't want to miss a thing, and want to be here for everything and I think its time I took a step back from statesman. Besides...I'm not the same young man I once was."
"Jack," you put your hands on his broad chest as you tried to blink back the years that threatened to well up. You'd been waiting to hear those words for some time, although you never would have told him that. You knew how much his job meant to him and you'd never have thought about getting in the way of that. But it never stopped you from worrying about him, even if he was one of the best and most seasoned agents. He was your Jack, and you'd always worry - but this? This was everything, "do you mean it? I'd never ask you to do such a thing, baby. I know how much it means to you."
"I want to do this," he promised gently as he wiped away the single tear that had rolled down your cheek, "for myself and you and whatever else comes down the road. You are more important than anything else."
"I...I don't know what to say," you said softly as you could already picture long leisurely days with Jack at your side and in the near future, maybe a baby of your own, "besides the fact that I love you so much. You mean more to me than you will ever know."
"I'm hoping you'll say it sounds like a good idea," he almost seemed nervous as he searched your eyes for approval. It hadn't been a rash decision by any means, but he hadn't quite discussed it with you before making the decision to significantly cut back his duties. He didn't think you'd have a problem but still… "or otherwise I'll feel like an old fool."
"Of course it sounds like a good idea," you promised, gently carding a hair through his dark locks, "you continually make me the happiest woman. I don't know what I did to deserve you-"
"Oh Sugar, I think its the other way around," he insisted gently, "after...everything with...I never thought I'd get the privilege to love again, or to meet someone like you. You came into my life like a tornado, but I wouldn't change a thing. You have made me believe that there is good in the world, that there is a reason to get up every morning and be the best. I don't think you truly understand the magnitude with which I love you."
"A gentleman and a poet," you whispered as you wrapped your arms around his middle and held him close, "if we weren't already married, I'd say that sounded like a proposal."
"Well, I suppose it is a proposal of sorts, I propose I work less hours and spend more time with you," he teased, "if you'll allow it."
"Always," you beamed at him, "but right now I have a favor to ask of you."
"Of course," you reached for his hand and started to tug him away and towards the staircase, "we go back to bed and be lazy and spend the day doing nothing, "its still so early."
"Well my plan had been to make coffee and breakfast and surprise you with it," he admitted and if you it was possible to be anymore in love with him, you would have fallen in love then and there, "but someone was up early and I couldn't keep a secret."
"I couldn't sleep," you confessed softly, "I missed you...and there's been a lot on my mind lately."
"Oh?" he seemed concerned for a moment before you shook your head to let him know it wasn't anything serious, "everyone's alright?"
"More than alright," you grinned, "let's go back to bed and I'll tell you everything. We can make breakfast - later when the world is actually awake."
"Now you have me intrigued," he admitted as he let you pull him along upstairs. His hand was warm around yours as he held tightly onto it, the simple action causing a warmth to settle all over you. Jack was home and he wasn't going anywhere - what more could you want?
"Its nothing to worry about," you promised as you thought of the little surprise you had for him stashed away in the drawer of the nightstand, "just come with me and hold me and sleep. I've missed you."
"And I have missed you greatly," he paused at the landing of the stairs before pulling you into his arms and kissing you until you were practically drunk off of his touch, "my love."
"And I you," you nuzzled your nose gently against his, "now come on, let us be lazy and relax. Tell me everything about your trip and I'll tell you all about what happened since you've been gone…"
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jjk; off-league
summary; you decide to do a little boudoir photoshoot for yourself—a little sexy lingerie, some bunny ears, maybe even a little nudity to make you feel more body positive about yourself. that little photoshoot doesn’t end up being for yourself anymore when you accidentally send those sexy pictures to your stupidly hot, stupidly talented childhood friend who you haven’t spoken to since middle school graduation.
pairing; photographer!jk x fem!reader
genre/warnings; childhood friends to lovers!au, flangst, mutual pining, feelings of insecurity and body image, suggestive language, nudity
w.c; 6.2k
a/n: i was feeling a lil meh about this fic after finishing it but a month later it finally makes its debut! for @btsghostiewritersnet BGW Bingo Bash! today’s trope is “childhood friends to lovers” which surprisingly isn’t a favorite of mine so it was definitely a challenge to write!
“C’mon, I need your opinion. Deadass. Don’t just say shit to make me feel better.”
“Gimmie those nudes, baby girl,” Johnny makes an impeccable fuckboy impersonation, making you feel a little squirmy to your stomach.
It’s an hour away from being the ass-crack’o-dawn and your impromptu pin-up photoshoot just needs the sexy-star-of-approval from your best friend. Johnny Suh is also up for reasons unmentioned, but you had a feeling his pretty boyfriend is fifty percent of the reason.
You look at yourself in the mirror, smoothing your frame against the black bodice of the sheer teddy. The only parts that are fully concealed are the parts that don’t matter. The sheer bodice reveals your pert nipples concealed by a thin black mesh, coupled with the deep V in the sweetheart neckline, accented by a little black bow in the dive of your highlighted cleavage. The silky a-line raceways to a set of black garters hugging your thighs, barely hanging onto a pair of lace thigh-highs.
It doesn’t leave you butt naked, but enough to make you feel confident about yourself. These pictures are for you, and Johnny. And Johnny’s boyfriend if he’s being nosy.
You tug off the silk bunny ears from your head, flinging it somewhere in your room. The wire started to dig in your brain, giving you a major headache.
“Sending them now,” you hang up and start compiling the pictures in a folder on Google Drive. Once that’s done you copy the shareable link, sending it to Johnny’s number. It happens all so fast, and you feel kind of giddy. As you were posing for the camera, taking your time to find all the right angles, you felt good, you felt sexy in your little get up. Channeling your inner Ariana Grande was one of your childhood dreams, your fifteen year old self would be proud.
Five minutes pass, fifteen, and by the twenty-five minute mark you’re pissed. What’s taking Johnny so long?
Makeup scrubbed clean and face bare, you shuffle in your duvet, far too tired to be waiting up this long. Punching in his number once more, you cry, “Hey! Why haven’t you looked at them yet?”
“What?” your friend’s voice sounds pebbly through the line. Was Johnny sleeping? “You never sent them!” he whines tiredly.
“No, I definitely sent them!” you pull the phone away and keep Johnny on call, ready to prove him wrong.
But to your surprise, the last message you sent to Johnny was this afternoon.
The most recent message is to a person named John Kook.
You scream.
Johnny screams back at you with an equal amount of force, “What the fuck? Did someone break in? Are you being mobbed? See, this is why I wanted to put the baby monitor in your room—”
“Worse!” you’re well prepared for any break in, but not for this. “I sent my pics to the wrong John!”
“Well… is he at least cute?”
“I mean, in the fourth grade he looked pretty cute with that front tooth missing,” you find your output of frustration, your bunny plush, pulling it by the ear and hitting it against the bed. “His name isn’t even John! It was just his English name for a silly project we did in middle school. This is so embarrassing, all I can picture is a twelve-year-old Jungkook mortified from sexual harassment. I basically sent him nudes!”
“Tasteful nudes.”
“I’m gonna die.”
“He’s gonna die, of happiness.”
Jeon Jungkook was a classmate from elementary through middle school. Time and time again was he the object of your affections, from the first grade at the roller rink to the speech he made at graduation. But really, who cares? You’re old and have a job, and it’s not like you’ve communicated with any of your former classmates.
Your horror amplifies when the Delivered receipt is changed to Read 3:41AM.
“Fuck! Fuck me with a fuckin’ fuck nugget he saw it!” you cry, “does he still have my number? What if he deleted my contact, would that be even weirder?”
“Girl, stop.” Johnny sighs, and you can already picture him running his thumb between his brows. “This doesn’t change anything, alright? You two don’t know each other anymore. Block his number and go to sleep.”
Johnny leaves you alone after that, and you’re left alone to mull over the implications of sending Jeon Jungkook your nude photoshoot.
You do block his number, knowing that waiting for a reply would drive you nuts. The one thing that you do which is possibly worse, is look him up on Instagram.
Of course, he’s stupid hot.
He doesn’t seem to like being on the receiving end of the camera however, in favor of his timeline being filled with romantic shots of the beach and city. In between the picturesque views and watercolor sunsets do you see glimpses of him and his current life. You can’t help but smile when you see him with his brother and parents during his college graduation, easily towering over all of them. He looks tall with fluffy cocoa hair, big pearly whites gleaming proudly at the camera. He grew up well.
To torture yourself even more, you even look through his story. Twelve hours ago, he was at the gym lifting weights. Normally, you’d be disgusted by people trying to show off their grunt faces drenched in sweat, but of course Jungkook has to have on a silly smile and pump his fist up after he deadlifts. The sweat clinging to his shirt is also a high plus. His gorgeous display of abs has your hands fluttering over your own belly. Maybe you need to exercise more.
Four hours ago, you see him and a pretty woman with their cheeks squished together, using the puppy filter. Of course he has a girlfriend.
Reluctant, you open up your Google Drive and scroll through your photoshoot. Deflated, you frown at the pictures that once made you beam with pride, picking at every little detail that bothered you. You really can’t believe you sent these to Jeon Jungkook, no longer a fourth grader with one front tooth, but a man way out of your league.
By the time you will yourself to sleep, the sun peeks from the horizon, telling you to move on.
“Hey Gyu,” you tiptoe over to the table much too small for Mingyu’s frame. The string bean is slumped over his iPad pro, drawing intently at some chibi OCs. “Got a plot for that one?” you ask, pointing at the little pink and blue creature decorating the screen.
Mingyu grunts in reply, obviously engrossed. It isn’t until you slide him a matcha frappe from Starbucks that he becomes intelligible, muttering a “thank you” as he blends with his pen.
Sensing that it’s going to be awhile before you get through to him, you take your usual rounds around the front desk and lobby of the cosy photo studio. There’s pretty pictures of Mingyu’s work, along with the other employees Minghao and Hoseok. Each section of the wall features a different taste of each person’s interest. Mingyu is a divine lover of soft bed sheets and hot tea, many of his photographs and paintings featuring cafes or perfectly messy beds you’ve seen on hotel advertisements. Minghao is a tasteful artisan, splotches of color retaliating against neutral backgrounds. Finally, Hoseok manages to find balance in the people, large cityscapes telling both large and small stories.
“Alright,” Mingyu’s deep voice forces you to curl your head, where he’s sipping at his drink with haste. “What’cha here for?”
You frown, “Don’t you remember? I told you last week I’d be stopping by to get my photos developed,” you gesture to the Pentax in your hands, an heirloom from your great-aunt. While you did take digital photos for sending them to Johnny, the ones you wanted developed were taken side-by-side with the film camera. You figured that film would give a little more authenticity to your photoshoot.
“Shit, that’s today?” the camera falls like deadweight, slapping against your sweater as you watch Mingyu frantically look through his digital calendar. He looks at you, dejected. “How many prints?”
“I don’t know, maybe like six. Or eight?”
“That’s gonna take too long, I’m heading down to Hidden Grounds for a vision meeting at two.”
“Alright, I’m free all day. What about after?”
“Nah, you came all this way. I can just let the new guy help you.” and Mingyu makes a show of cupping his hands in the direction of the open hallway, “Yah, Jeon Jungkook! Get your cute ass out here!”
The Pentax around your neck suddenly feels like weight akin to a two-ton boulder, and you surge forward, not caring that the corner of the table is digging into your belly. “Mingyu,” you garble, and Mingyu is shell-shocked by the desperation in your eyes. “Isn’t Minghao around or something? Or I can come back another time? These photos are really personal and I don’t feel comfortable having a stranger see them.”
“What? We’re professionals, don’t belittle us.”
“No, seriously,” you whine, you tug at the collar of his denim jacket, noses practically touching. “These pictures are different. My tits are out and my legs are spread—”
“—interrupting something?”
You hear some shuffling, and you turn around to see Jeon Jungkook’s back, comically turned to face the entrance.
And damn, he did have a cute ass. Nothing is going to hide the glory in those jeans, absolutely nothing.
“Hilarious,” Mingyu drawls, and you push him away. “Forget it, Kook. She doesn’t feel comfortable letting a stranger develop her photos.”
Sensing that it’s safe to turn around, you watch as his black bangs flutter as he faces you. You hope your body language doesn’t betray how you’re really feeling, because you are a mere mortal and you’re weak in the presence of god-like figures.
“Oh, what a relief then,” he smiles at you, and his voice sounds like honey. If there was malice or surprise in his tone, his good-natured expression betrays it. “Because I’ve known this friend since elementary school. We go way back.”
You ignore the burn in the back of your head, as you are positive Mingyu knows you’re hiding something.
“Really, what a coincidence.” Mingyu replies carefully, and you feel utterly stuck between these men and their banter, locked up like cream in an Oreo cookie.
Nothing argues against Jungkook as he easily weaves through the thick wave of awkwardness, hands reaching out to touch your camera. “Wow,” he marvels, holding the object in his hands, “my dad has one of these.”
“A-ha,” you take a step back, only to bump into the corner of the table, again. Ouch. “It’s okay, Jungkook. I’m actually busy today so I can come when Mingyu’s free–”
“Oh, I thought you were free all day,” Mingyu drawls, looking up through his lashes as he sips languidly at his drink.
“Don’t worry about it,” Jungkook says good-naturedly, as if Mingyu just didn’t out you. “We got a lot of catching up to do anyway, c’mon.”
Jungkook moves to place a hand in the small of your back and that’s enough to get you to rev up. Refusing to let any contact get between the two of you, you zip ahead down the familiar hallway, turning your head to catch Mingyu grinning with all canines, shooing you with his fingers like a puppy.
You send Mingyu a stream of “fuck yous” into his inbox for later, unwilling to settle with this curse. Busying yourself with your phone, you avoid eye contact with Jungkook until you reach the dark room. The red light turned off at the top of the doorhenge signals that the room is not in use. Jungkook makes a move to open the door and that’s when you pounce, blocking the doorway with your small body. It’s comical, really.
Jungkook raises a brow at you, but says nothing.
“I really can wait, Jungkook,” you steel yourself, forcing a sympathetic smile. “I’m sure your girlfriend wouldn’t like you developing my pictures—”
It’s then that his pretty cupid’s bow unfurls into a full-fledged grin. “Girlfriend... you’ve been keeping tabs on me?”
“Fuck, well I had to!” your face is as red as the dark room’s alert light, now on because Jungkook flicked the switch and he’s between your arm to unlock the door. Your hand brushes his as you both reach the knob. “I’m really really sorry I sent those pictures. They were for Johnny—you remember Johnny Suh from English class? And I saved you in my contacts as “John Kook” so it was an honest mess up.”
Jungkook hums, so light that the breathiness in his chords flutters your grip on the knob. He forces the door ajar, and you’re left to follow him in the dark room, cluttered with solutions and fancy equipment.
“Thought so,” Jungkook shrugged, giving a one-over at the materials in the room, mulling over his next steps in developing your film.
You’re still petrified at the doorway, holding your Pentax between both hands like a lifeline. Jungkook’s head lols to you, and you get a pretty view of the way his bangs brush over his forehead, Adam’s Apple bobbing. His expression is a little tired, but overall unreadable. He sighs your name, lethargic.
“We’re already here, so might as well get this done,” he gestures to the camera in your vice grip. “Do you wanna pick the shots or do you want me to?”
He’s already seen the digitals, what’s so different about getting a couple prints? With a slight pout you drag your feet over to him, relinquishing your camera. “I’m thinking you have a better eye for this than I do.”
“You think right.”
You fight the urge to roll your eyes. Cocky, but what you’ve seen on Instagram definitely justifies his sentiment. Jungkook pays no mind to you, busying his hands with the various containers in front of him, measuring the solutions for the developer, stopper, and fixer. You were always entranced by the process of developing film, especially in highschool where their photography club holed themselves in the darkroom like a secret lair.
“Alright,” he pops open the canister, carefully laying out sections of the film in groups of four. “Want me to pick a random one for a tester?”
You frown, “At least put some thought into it.”
“Always,” it looks like he already decided way before he popped the question, immediately taking a negative and placing it in the carrier.
His fingers are nimble as he takes the time to clean off the dust and any debris that could potentially ruin the image. Then he turns off the lights and begins the process. You dive around him, trying to keep your distance but still too curious to leave his side. If he’s annoyed he fails to show it, in favor of humming whatever song comes from his Echo Dot.
You always got the solos in choir. You wanted to reminisce, but you’re too nervous to say it out loud.
Even though it’s his job and he’s being a professional, you romanticize the experience, watching as he carefully puts the print in each liquid process. Your image blooms to life, and you feel your stomach churn as the photo develops before your eyes.
After a final dip in the solution stopper, he places the first product in a bath of water. Even though you are mere centimeters away, you can clearly see the image of you swimming around the container.
“Alright!” Jungkook hangs the finished picture on a pastel pink clothespin, tacking it in place. “Whaddya think?”
Your breath catches in your throat, feeling heavy as you look at the image of you reflected in the glossy paper. You’re perched on your bed, a hand splaying between your legs as the other hand toys with the silk bunny ears. You’re leaned slightly, giving an ample view of your cleavage. However, the image of you is definitely different from being blown up in comparison to the negatives, and you squirm uncomfortably at your full display.
“I look,” you bite your tongue, internally debating whether you like it or not. Not to spare Jungkook the theatrics you shrug, “It’s good.”
The lack of enthusiasm seems to dissatisfy Jungkook however, as he has to take a double take and look back and forth between the image and the real thing. “What’s wrong with it, do you think Johnny’ll not like it?”
“What?” you furrow your brows, breaking into a nervous laugh. “Johnny has a boyfriend. I just wanted his opinion. This photoshoot is for me, y’know? Just something to make me feel good about myself.”
Jungkook’s lips morph into a little ‘o’, and you see a little bit of the child you once knew in the way he’s mulling over the situation.
“Then can I give you my honest opinion?” Jungkook clips off the half-dried photo, holding it between you two. “Stop thinking so hard about every little thing you don’t like about yourself. If I was your boyfriend and you gifted this to me, I’d be creaming my pants. You look fucking sexy, all grown up since you cried in the fourth grade.”
You’ve just been flung a litany of words you have no brain capacity to digest. Along with that, the immense heat you didn’t know you’ve been suppressing surges to your belly, low and simmering. Jungkook stares at you in earnest, despite his sudden gush of honesty, you don’t know what to say. There’s a dash of pink staining his cheeks, betraying the confidence he previously displayed. He stiffens when you don’t reply immediately and moves to clean his materials, his sudden bout of bold honesty quickly shrinking.
“Y-you know,” you look down at your feet, “the only reason why I cried in the fourth grade was because you told me Santa wasn’t real.”
Jungkook softens, tilting his head. “Sorry about that.”
“Thanks though,” you gently reach for the photo in Jungkook’s grasp, looking at it without contempt. “But won’t your girlfriend be upset if she knew you were saying things like this about someone else?”
He chuckles, shaking his head. “Well, if you looked through the rest of my Instagram story,” Jungkooks cards a hand through his already mussed hair, splitting the ends. “You would see that she’s not my girlfriend, but my tattoo artist.”
For added measure, he wiggles his fingers in front of you, revealing pretty ink and silver bands across his knuckles.
“Oh,” your voice is feather light, and you’re sure you’re drooling as you stare far too long at the letters that mark his hands, curious as to what they symbolize.
“So, as a singleton telling another singleton,” he continues, “I know it’s meaningless if you don’t believe it yourself, but I’m telling you, you’re attractive.”
“Thanks,” you hold the picture tightly in your grasp, eyes flickering to the negatives in the room ready to be galvanized into a full-fledged picture. “Why don’t we wrap this up, huh? We can continue another time.”
If he notices how much the paper wilts in your grasp, he doesn’t comment on it. “Are you sure? I know it takes a lot of time, but I don’t mind.”
“I’m sure,” you force a smile, one hand on the lightswitch. “I’ll let you know when I’m ready, okay?”
Jungkook swallows, nodding mechanically. “Okay.”
“It was really nice seeing you, Kook.” you blurt before you could chicken out, letting the room bask in darkness a little longer so he can’t see your flustered state. “I’m not even going to downplay it, you look great.”
You half-expect a cocky remark, or a little chest pumping from the compliment. At the sound of his nickname however, 4th grade Jeon Jungkook resurfaces and he shoves his hands in his pockets. “Like I said, so do you,” he replies easily, sending you a soft smile and opening the door for you.
The door closes shut behind you and you exhale, patting your cheeks and willing for the chilly air to calm you down.
When you get home that day, you shuck off all your clothes and crawl into bed. You cry out when the metal framing of your bunny ears stabs you in the back, and you fling it to some unmentionable part of the room. You reach for a bag of half-opened sour gummy worms, flipping open your MacBook to continue streaming the soft magical girl anime you’ve been hooked on these past few weeks.
Not even Sailor Uranus can distract you; however, by the time it’s dark and you’ve run out of distractions, you finally pull the plug and unblock Jungkook from your list of contacts.
Your phone buzzes, the incessant vibration relaying all the messages you’ve missed.
[March 12th, 3:53AM]
You: https://drive.google.com/drive/u/1/folders/0343…
John Kook: ???
John Kook: you probably sent this to me by accident… sorry i clicked on it
John Kook: is it weird if i said you’ve done a massive glow up since the middle school dance?
[March 12th, 12:02 PM]
John Kook: are u mad
John Kook: you’re mad
John Kook: am i makin this weird by continuing to text you
John Kook: im making it weird.
[March 31st, 6:24 PM]
John Kook: https://drive.google.com/drive/u/1/folders/049…
You tilt your head at the folder link, it was sent only a few hours ago. With a click, you’re enlightened to a set of digital photos. Your photos from your photoshoot, but not quite. They’ve been expertly edited, not too much to distort your looks, but only to enhance your features. A small, barely there smile creeps from your subconscious, ultimately touched by the gesture.
John Kook: sorry if i pushed too hard today.
Guilt overrides your nerves, prompting you to immediately press the call button on his contact. Not to your surprise, Jungkook’s light voice calls your name through the line after the second ring.
“Don’t be sorry,” you blurt, forgoing the hellos. “It was the right amount of push, I feel better, really. If anything, I’m sorry. I blocked your number because I was scared to read your reaction.”
You hear him sigh along the line, and you feel that breath ripple through your nerves, as if he’s right next to you. “It’s fine, I would’ve done the same thing.”
“The pictures you just sent, they’re really beautiful. You did a good job.”
“Thanks, I had a bit of help. I didn’t have to do much.”
“Oh, did Mingyu come back from his meeting?”
"No, I uh," Jungkook chuckles, and while you don't really know why, the sound is nonetheless pleasant. “It was mostly the lighting and coloring I fixed up. Didn’t need to do much since you already looked so pretty as it is.”
You choke on your saliva.
“You okay?”
“Y-yeah,” you cough, “just choked on a snack I was eating.” he hums in reply, and you pray he doesn’t hear your stomach fervently retort that you haven’t eaten since lunch. “So, I think I’m up for developing more of the film. When can I drop by?”
“I’m free Saturday,” Jungkook chirps, “I have a shoot until noon but you can come anytime after that.”
“Sounds good, I’ll be there,” you clutch the phone with both hands. “I can bring lunch. What do you like to eat?”
“Oh, you don’t have to do that.”
“I’m already buying for Minghao,” you lie, “do you like burgers?”
“I can’t say no to a good burger,” Jungkook’s smile feels almost palpable against the line, “do you remember our field trip to the national museum of history? We had burgers on the street!”
“Oh, those were so good,” you moan, fuzzy memories of a middle grade field trip resurfacing to clarity, “but you ate like, ten of them!”
“I still get nightmares,” he warns, “don’t let me go to bed like this.”
You giggle, letting your body meld further into your warm mattress. “Maybe I’ll just show up with ten burgers for you tomorrow.”
“I’ll throw up on you, try me.”
Minghao’s adjusting the frames on their display wall by the centimeter, and it’s pissing him off.
“Ah, it’s off,” he mutters to himself when you walk in, indicated by the electronic bell. He turns to you briefly, pulling a leveler out of his overall pocket. “Doesn’t this look off?”
“Uh,” you look towards Mingyu at the front desk, who is paying no mind as he continues scribbling on his iPad. You tilt your head towards your former college classmate. “It doesn’t look off from over here?”
Tacking the leveler on one of the frames, he whines, “It’s five degrees off.”
Mingyu puts his pen down to reach over the counter and grab the paper from your hands, steaming with the scent of fast food, “He’s been like this for hours, don’t mind him.”
He doesn’t even ask whether the food is his, Mingyu sees grease and he claims. Reaching for an oil-wrapped parchment, he unfolds the paper to reveal a handsome burger with all the fix-ens.
Barely satisfied, Minghao steps away from the art display. There is a sizable gap in the display, now divided between four artists instead of three. You wonder how Jungkook’s work will look amongst the other artists.
“Cute ‘fit.” Minghao mumbles, nodding approvingly at your clothes as he digs into the bag for his own burger.
You send a half-smile his way. If an outfit is Minghao-approved, that means you’ve gone above and beyond. At least, you tried to play it off like you didn’t try to look cute. It’s not like you’re intimidated by Jungkook, living with a major fifteen-year glow up. After all, he’s already seen more than you can imagine.
Mingyu takes notice, eyes going south to where your white blouse meets your cleavage. You hurl a fry at his face, “Eyes up here, perv.”
He scrunches his nose, lifting a greasy thumb to slide a manila envelope over to you. “Here’s the developed pictures. Intercepted Kook and I finished them this morning.”
You frown, “Jungkook’s not done with his photoshoot yet?”
“Oh, he’s been done.” Mingyu’s eyes roll back to one of the studios. “But I’m saying is, you got what you needed. So you can leave if you want,” but he grins at you, canines so sharp you feel his stare jabbing you in the proverbial neck. “Unlesssss you want to go in and say hi.”
If he has any inkling of what’s going on in your head, it’s definitely confirmed when your face turns hot. Damn body, you’re betraying me! With a flourish you grab the fries from under Mingyu’s nose, along with whatever’s left in the fast food bag.
Minghao’s smiling through his burger, knowing if he pulls any type of savagery his lunch would certainly be pulled from under his chin.
“Whatever you’re thinking, drop it or the burger will be going in your ass instead of out.” You mean to sound menacing, but the Min-squared and their boisterous laughter follow you down the hallway and into the occupied studio.
“Hey Jungkoo—wow.”
You’re sure you look like Alice, enthralled by the little wonderland she just stepped into. The set is beautiful, right out of a fairytale. It has a very old-romance vibe, like Morticia and Gomez Addams. There lay a couch made of the darkest, richest wood, with velvet red cushions covering the body. Across the floor laid hundreds of black rose petals, blanketing the floor in a sea of ebony.
“It’s for a wedding, gothic themed.” Jungkook supplies helpfully, still fiddling with whatever he was looking on his digital camera. He’s looking utterly soft in a matching grey sweat combination, something that would easily disgust you during high school, but unfairly works with him.
“The shoot must’ve been beautiful.”
“It was.”
“I uh, got this for you.” Your fingers start to sweat from clutching the bag so hard, and you place it on his work table.
He finally looks up from his camera, giving you a wan smile. “I thought you got those for Minghao.”
You mentally slap your cheeks, trying to ignore the way his smile made your stomach do somersaults. “He got his own. Your portion has a cookie in it, so.”
His cute teeth unveil themselves at the mention of sweets, and you can’t help but smile back at the familiarity.
The two of you take your time in enjoying your lunch, not meaning to stay but the very back of your mind hoping he’d like to share a meal with you. After all, Mingyu and Minghao are probably at the front relishing in your very obvious attraction. What can you say, first crushes never die.
Between sips of your milkshake, you’ve taken to flipping through Jungkook’s portfolio. There’s a myriad of different subjects: beaches, people, the occasional squirrel. Each section of the portfolio feels like you’re being transported to a new side of Jungkook and his artistry, and you ached to know more.
“Wow,” you point at an action shot of two girls in a dance studio, “this duo looks like Chungha and Hyoyeon.”
He swallows his (second) burger, having the audacity to sink sheepishly in his sweater. “It is Chungha and Hyoyeon.”
You nearly choke on your cookie. “That’s amazing.” you say breathlessly, looking closer at the image. In fact, the beautiful women photographed are famed hip-hop choreographers Chungha and Hyoyeon. You can’t imagine how good Jungkook must be to manage a photoshoot with them.
As proud as you are of Jungkook, it reminds you that since middle school you two have lived completely different lives. You wonder if Jungkook gets these kinds of gigs all the time, hanging around with gorgeous, talented people like himself.
Jungkook says your name once, twice. He looks at you concerned, and you’re melting in his large carmine eyes. If he notices your usual overthinking, he doesn’t say anything, and gestures to the section at the end of his portfolio. “This isn’t my best work, but it’s one of my favorites.”
There’s something familiar about this set. A playground with a busted swing set. Children riding on bikes and colorful class shirts. Ice cream melting on fists.
Thirteen-year-old you hanging on top of your middle school’s leafless tree, clutching your baseball cap as you shade yourself from the sunset.
“Was this the first time you took pictures?” you ask, thumbing the picture of yourself.
“Yeah. It’s when I decided it’s what I wanted to do the rest of my life.”
“I know we didn’t know each other that well and we’ve only recently connected but,” you give him a shy smile, “I’m really proud of what you’ve grown up to be, Jungkook.”
He looks like you’ve hung him the moon and stars, his half-eaten burger loosening in his grasp. His lips are parted cutely, like a kitten who’s just been offered a fresh glass of milk. You cough at the sudden pause in conversation, feeling self-conscious of your impulse confession. You don’t even have it in you to be disgusted when Jungkook hastily shoves the second half of his burger down his throat, tips of his ears pink.
Leaving him be, you press a palm to your cheek, looking at the wedding set.
Jungkook downs half a water bottle before he speaks again. “Y’know, it would be a shame to clean up this set already. It was kind of expensive.”
“Yeah,” you echo, standing up and kicking off your slippers. You kick your feet in the air, watching the black petals kiss across your ankles.
“I have an idea,” he wipes his hands on his sweats, “why don’t you go back home and get an outfit you really like. Lingerie, a cute outfit, whatever. Let me give you a photoshoot you’d love.”
You look up from your petal dance, balking. “Jungkook! That’s not necessary, I told you the photos I took were okay.”
“Yeah but, you didn’t seem entirely happy. C’mon, I got a camera and a beautiful set. Why waste it?” his hands naturally gravitate towards his charging camera, already turning it on. “I can do lighting, I know all your good angles. What’s stopping us?”
Really, what’s stopping you? Your hands fiddle with your open flannel, the soft material comforting you as you look across the set. You try to imagine yourself, your body draped across the velvet pillows and black petals. Would it look good? Would you feel good? You think back to how you felt the first time, how scared you were when someone other than Johnny would be looking at your photos. You remember how something weird and sour contorted in your stomach when you scrolled through Jeon Jungkook’s Instagram, no longer the little boy you knew but a man who could have everything he wanted—
“Stop thinking about it.” Jungkook suddenly snaps, and you break from your reverie to catch him looking upset. It’s been awhile since you’ve seen him like that.
“Thinking about what?”
“Thinking that you’re out of my league.”
“Excuse me?”
“You were like this the other day too,” and he looks sad, and puts his camera down to come closer to you. “Why are you feeling this way. Is it me?”
“Not necessarily,” you huff, hugging yourself.
“Do you not feel beautiful? Do you not like your body?”
“No, I do.” you say to yourself, and you mean it. Even though there will inevitably be days where you may not feel one-hundred percent positive about yourself, you know at the end of the day, you love you and all its parts. “I don’t know, Jungkook. I had no problem letting Mingyu develop the photos originally, because he knew me in college and I was already sure of myself back then. But I guess when I sent them to you, I felt like I did when I was a little girl, y’know? Going through puberty, and worrying about what other people think.”
And it’s not like Jungkook teased you or made you feel lesser of yourself. In fact, Jungkook was the student you wanted to be when you were younger. Someone sweet and caring, and unabashedly confident about himself.
“I guess seeing you so successful and the fact that my stupid childhood crush came back from a time where I always felt low, made me feel a little insecure again.”
Something sinks in and you feel hyper aware of how crushed Jungkook looks at your declaration. “There’s no leagues, you got that?” he says quietly, walking so close that he’s hovering over you, sneakers brushing. “I get it. I get unsure and insecure just like you. Hell, I was nervous this morning, wondering if you’d really come. We may not feel insecure over the same things, but middle school wasn’t that great for me either.” He makes a funny face, and you feel a smile twitch across your lips. “But it’s okay. Because we’re human and we grow. But now, you are successful. You’ve grown from your time growing up and you’re a wonderful, powerful person. I’m proud of you too.”
“I know,” you mumble, leaning your forehead against his chest. His arms wrap around you in response, holding you snug.
“And for the record, I thought you were the most beautiful person in the world in fourth grade. Even though my world was pretty small back then, I can say now that what I thought back then still stands true.”
You look up from his embrace, where he’s leaning down to press a slow, cotton soft kiss to your forehead. He backs up a little to read your face, and you give a tiny nod in response to signal it’s okay. Jungkook exhales in contentment, relaxing against your frame.
“Thanks, Kook,” you crack a smile, feeling your insecurities slowly evaporate. You feel better, light, knowing that these negative feelings are only temporary, and you’re not alone. Being in Jungkook’s arms, an honest boy turned man you’ve known all your life, it feels almost like home.
You two stay like this for a while. Exchanging feather-like kisses, feeling irrevocably young and hopeful. Suddenly feeling emboldened, you tug him by the strings of his hoodie to press a long, hot kiss to his lips. There’s a stutter, and you’re pretty sure Jungkook choked on his saliva at the sudden change of pace but you continue, letting Jungkook catch up and follow your lead.
“Wow,” Jungkook pulls away and his lips are shiny and flushed. Adorable. You think 7th grade Jungkook would be rolling in his Naruto sheets if he knew you two would inevitably end up together. Conversely, 7th grade you would be squealing in your kitten plushie, proud that you managed to nab your childhood crush to live out all the fantasies you’ve imagined since the 4th grade.
“Jungkook,” you let your flannel fall to the floor in a heap, only leaving your baby blue top in a thin ruched camisole. “I think I want to do the photoshoot. Can’t pass up these pretty petals, y’know?”
He runs a hand through his hair, gaping. “Really?”
“Yeah,” you press a wet kiss to his neck, “anyway you want me, baby. Full creative control. I want you to like this as much as I do, okay?”
With the permission to hold the wheel, Jungkook’s lightheaded and spinning. His eyes rake up and down your gorgeous form, wondering how many good deeds he’s done in his past life to earn a right just as this.
“In that case,” he presses a palm to your shoulder, pushing you to sit along the velvet cushion, “strip for me.”
#jungkook fic#btsghostiebingo#goldenclosetnet#jungkook fluff#jungkook smut#bts fic#bts scenarios#jungkook scenarios#jungkook x reader
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Hey Neighbor (Part 22)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Peter Quill x Reader
Word Count: 3377
Warnings: fluff, angst
Summary: You had a plan and then life came along with one of its own. With your future almost derailed you worked hard to get yourself back on track and finally everything seemed to be going right… that is, until your new neighbor moved in.
A/N: I’m not going to lie, you’re going to be mad for a while. Feedback is always appreciated!
HEY NEIGHBOR PART 21 | HEY NEIGHBOR MASTERLIST
If you told yourself that after what happened Bucky you would be smiling and laughing more than ever before you would have called yourself crazy. At one point it felt like you would never be happy again and then you met Peter.
Peter was the sun that shined brightly pushing the clouds away. You went on a few more dates, texted everyday and found that there was no longer room in your mind for sadness. Bucky was the past and though you didn’t want to be friends at the moment you didn’t hate him as much as you had before.
“Ooh flowers! Someone must really like you,” Mr. Lee said, smiling from the security booth.
You smiled walking over to him, setting down the large vase with the gorgeously arranged bouquet Peter had delivered to your office.
“I think he really does,” you beamed, thinking about how sweet Peter has been.
Sure it’s still very new but you really like him and can’t wait to spend the weekend together. He had both days off and it was so tempting to call out of your internship. If you hadn’t taken off last weekend for the stupid wedding you would have, but you know that you can’t.
Steve finally hangs up the call he was on, and you didn’t miss his tight lipped grimace and the way he eyed the flowers as if they had wronged him personally.
“If you’re happy with Peter I’m happy for you but you really need to let Bucky explain.”
Your eyes flared with a flash of rage wondering if Steve betrayed your trust and spoke to Bucky and on top of that you were really tired of people telling you what they think you need to do. You bite your tongue, not wanting to berate Steve in front of Mr. Lee with the variety of colorful words that were swirling in your mind.
Instead you replied calmly with only the teeniest hint of sass in your voice, “Steve, there’s nothing to explain and I don’t care.” You wished Stan a good weekend, grabbed the flowers and walked out.
Steve knows you’re lying, that despite what you said you’re still hurt, he just wished you weren't so stubborn about admitting it.
Laughter filled the air in Peter’s apartment as the two of you danced in his living room, the lively music from his “Awesome Mix Vol. 1” playlist bouncing off the walls. Groot lays across the couch watching as Peter’s other pet, Rocket, a ferret with raccoon coloring thanks to the dark mask around his eyes, tries to unhook the latch of his cage.
Life has been so much happier with Peter in it. You love snuggling up next to him, petting Groot who insisted his head stay in your lap as you watched a movie together. Peter’s lips press a gentle kiss on your forehead, stirring you from the sleep you had nearly given in to. A tender smile spreads across your face as you look up to him, reaching forward to kiss him. A surge of desire ignited your senses, leaving you and Peter to some heavy petting that did not involve Groot.
The following Friday night you and Peter were eating at his place, trying your best to ignore poor Groot who whimpered beside the table. Steam was rising from the fresh pizza that sat on the table and as appetizing as it looked your stomach couldn’t help but twist with a little guilt. But pizza wasn’t something exclusive to Bucky, that’s silly. You could have pizza– it’s food, it’s fine. You shook off the thoughts.
Groot’s eyes followed the slice in hand to your mouths, gruffly barking in frustration because he wanted some.
“Down,” Peter commanded after Groot pawed at him.
You gave the dog a sympathetic smile, feeling bad as you continued to eat. Your eyes shifted towards your screen that lit up with a message from Wanda, wondering if you were going to make it tonight. You hadn’t hung out with everyone in a long time, spending whatever days Peter had off together. And then there was the fact of really not wanting to run into a certain someone, but Wanda assured you Bucky was not there.
It would be nice to introduce Peter to everyone, maybe Steve could change his attitude if he met the man that made your cheeks ache from smiling so much.
“My friends are all hanging out at a bar right now and invited me so, I don’t know if it’s too early for this but if you maybe wanted to come with me?” You cringed at yourself, realizing how you unconfidently rambled on.
“Sure kitten, I’d love to meet your friends.”
“Really?” You bit your bottom lip, smiling widely as Peter’s hand reached over to caress your cheek.
“I’d do anything for you.” The light sparkled in his eyes as he stared at yours, dropping his gaze to your lips and gradually back up again.
You would have texted Wanda back if your fingers hadn’t carded through Peter’s hair, your lips on his as he lifted you up, your thighs wrapping around him as he carried you to the bedroom. An unwatched table left Groot alone, happy to steal a slice for himself.
The night air was cool on your hot skin, still a little sweaty after your romp with Peter. You wondered if the smell of sex lingered on you, walking towards the bar together and stopping every few paces because Peter couldn’t keep his hands off you. With his arms around your waist he pulled you close to him, the metal gate of a closed store clanging as he leaned against it to capture your lips.
You were all smiles by the time you walked into the bar, hand in hand with Peter. Your eyes lit up when you spotted Steve and Clint, with Peggy and Natasha being revealed the closer you got to the table. You saw the back of Wanda’s head and were about to call out for her but your voice died in your throat as you spotted two familiar faces.
Bucky, and with him was that woman, Claire.
Your lips press tightly as you stare at her. Looks like Bucky kept his date after all, adding another fuck buddy to his mix since you left.
“Hey Y/N! Glad you could make it!” Sam waved you over.
Wanda whipped her head around, her brows raising with concern. With the squeeze of Peter’s hand against yours you put on a smile. Sam was the first to get up and introduce himself but you took over, introducing Peter to everyone including Bucky and the woman whose name you pretended you forgot.
“I have to go to the bathroom,” Wanda said, smiling tensely.
She grabbed your arm before you had a chance to stop her, pulling you into the women’s room.
Her hands balled into tight fists that she shook in frustration. “I wish you told me you were coming. I thought you didn’t answer because you weren’t and Bucky only showed up like twenty minutes ago but if I knew I would have– ”
“Wanda, I don’t care.” She studied your smile, looking for cracks in the facade she knew you had to be wearing.
“Uh huh, okay.” She rolled her eyes not believing you. “It’s barely been three weeks and you’re telling me that you don’t care? That’s bullshit Y/N and you know it.”
“Wanda, I mean it!” you snapped. “Bucky and I had sex– that’s it!” The cutting motion of your hand emphasized your words. “I’m with Peter now and I’m happy so you need to drop it, okay?”
You pulled the handle of the door roughly, wanting to quickly get back to Peter. A smile graced his face with everyone’s eyes on him. You slid in next to him, catching the tail end of a question Clint had asked.
“Hmmm craziest story. Well there was a time we got called to an apartment in Queens because this kid had a Q-tip stuck in his ear.”
Everyone wore a look of confusion that only grew the more Peter spoke.
“It was this high school kid with his buddy and one of ‘em thought a spider crawled in his ear. So apparently they were trying to shake it out but it wasn’t working so the other thought they could dig it out with a Q-tip but he pushed a little too far and panicked, thinking it was stuck in his brain.”
“And what happened?” Peggy asked.
“The EMT’s were able to remove the Q-tip but the whole time the kid was freaking out, saying he could feel the spider biting him in his ear but they didn’t see anything.”
Claire spoke up, not that you wanted her to. “That’s why I always advise patients not to stick anything in their ears.” Whatever miss know-it-all, I’m sure Sam would say the same thing too.
“But the weirdest thing is that a week later I saw this same kid walking by the station so I ran out to see how he was doing. He turned down an alley and then he was gone, disappeared outta nowhere. So I look up…” Peter paused, making eye contact with everyone before finishing, “... and he’s climbing up the walls– like a spider!”
Everyone burst into a fit of laughter and Peter admitted the first half of the story was true. He wrapped his arm around you, proud to have seemingly won over your friends’ approval. Most of them at least. You tried not to make eye contact with Bucky but it was hard. You felt his gaze burn deeper with every sign of affection Peter showed, and anytime you happened to give in and catch his eyes you felt your upper lip tremble.
But this was fine. The chapter in your life with Bucky is over. It wasn’t even a chapter really, it was a short story, a few lines of prose and it’s over. This is fine.
This is fine...
It took a while to fall asleep that night. Even though your body was desperate to rest after another an amazing round of sex with Peter your mind could not shut off. You were thinking of Bucky and the emotion that poured through his eyes, the tense line solidified in his lips. Was he upset with you? He couldn’t be. You haven’t done anything wrong. You weren’t the one that fed him lies and played with his heart like a game, tossing it aside for a shinier toy. No. If Bucky is upset that’s all on him, because he let you go and not the other way around.
In the early morning you and Peter walked with Groot until you went separate ways, the two of them heading to the station to begin Peter’s shift and you headed home. You didn’t bother sneaking in like you had before. If Bucky heard you then whatever, you don’t care, but you don’t want to speak to him.
Last night had been very awkward, having not said a word to each other. You’re not sure if anyone who wasn’t aware of the situation realized there was tension, though Natasha had given you a curious look when you said goodbye. If she didn’t know she probably suspected and you’re fairly certain you’ll be under interrogation soon.
You couldn’t help but wonder if Bucky was under the same scrutiny. His mom was still tagging you on Facebook posts, a mix of funny animal videos and “mom approved” memes. Does she know what happened? Probably, considering the Fourth of July is coming up and she hasn’t extended a barbecue invitation. Does she know about Claire? So far you hadn’t seen Claire Temple on her friends list.
Yes, you stalked her through Bucky’s Instagram. It’s not a big deal, you just wanted a little more information about who she was.
Claire Temple
Compassionate Helper 👩🏽⚕️ Avid Runner 🏃🏽♀️ Coffee Addict ☕
Scrolling through her photos you learned she is a nurse and (after having a minor heart attack) you learned she used to work at Metro-General. She doesn’t post much, a few pictures of the sun setting between the skyscrapers or graffiti on the side of the building; typical aesthetic pictures. But sprinkled in between those were pictures of her with people; colleagues from her new job at Sacred Saints, smiling as her arms barely wrapped around a brick of a man; her brightly colored sleeves popping against the umber of his skin. She grinned from ear to ear with him, ex-boyfriend perhaps?
Stop stalking her Y/N, stop it now!
You exit her profile, vowing not to look again though you’re not sure how much you trust yourself to keep that promise. But then again Claire was just one of many people that Bucky was sleeping with, so unless she was insanely clingy you didn’t think she’d be flaunting a picture of a guy she knew she didn’t have a chance with.
Besides none of this mattered anyway. Even if Winnie invited you to a barbecue you wouldn’t have been able to go because the Fourth of July happens to be Steve’s birthday and everyone was getting together to celebrate.
Luckily Peter had off the whole weekend and you were so happy he was coming with you. He looked very handsome in his FDNY shirt with casual shorts that showed off his thick calves while you stuck with a mostly red, white and blue theme, breaking out your red converse again with jean shorts and a blue tank top with stars on it.
In the late afternoon you boarded a crowded train to Brooklyn where Peggy’s friend Carol was happy to host a party to celebrate America and America’s ass. Apparently that was her nickname for Steve, teasing him with it because she knows how red he turns when he hears it.
Steve and Carol became close because of Peggy and though she seemed a little reserved at times you could tell they had broken the ice with each other. You met Carol before, seeing her at Steve’s apartment, and with her girlfriend Val when everyone went out for Peggy’s birthday a few months back. Carol lived in a building right off the water in Brooklyn Heights and had the perfect view for fireworks.
Hand in hand you and Peter walked down a lively street with kids riding their bicycles past you, and rhythmic music flowing from open windows. You were buzzed into the building, climbing up a hefty flight of stairs before reaching Carol’s apartment.
Val opened the door, her face lighting up as she threw her arms around you. There was barely a moment to admire the white stars painted around the eyes of her light brown skin as she introduced herself to Peter, catching him off guard in a welcoming hug before inviting you both in.
“Can I get you guys something to drink?” she asked, gesturing to the assortment that filled the kitchen counter, various bottles of soda and seltzer, beers, bottles of liquor. “Firecracker jello shot?” she offered, holding out a tray of them.
“I think I’ll say hi to everyone first, thanks,” you replied, making your way into the living room.
Steve was staring at the view from the window, setting the beer down from his hand when he heard you call his name.
“Happy Birthday!” you greeted, hugging him tightly. “What’s this?” You smirked, pointing to his jaw as he and Peter were saying hello. “Too lazy to shave on your birthday?”
Steve ran his fingers along the beginnings of a scratchy beard. “I think I’m growing it out.”
“I wonder what Peggy thinks… Peggy!” you turned to shout for her, seeing her on the other side of the room with Carol.
You said hello to them, meeting a few of Carol’s friends along the way. Soon more of your friends showed up and you were having a great time until Bucky and Claire walked through the door. You were the closest one to the entrance, wishing you had Peter by your side to distract you but he had been caught up in a conversation with Carol about her time as an Air Force pilot.
“Uh hey Y/N,” Bucky spoke, your name a foreign word on his tongue, “Happy Fourth.”
It was probably because of the fact that you were on the spot, with all eyes on you as Sam shouted for Bucky, that he leaned in to give you a half hug. Your palms didn’t quite make it up to return the favor. His touch reminded you of the ways he had you crying out his name, but now you shivered because it all felt wrong. Claire actually hugged you though she was a little hesitant, unsure if meeting you once constituted a greeting like this.
You made your way back to the living room, uneasy and in need of a distraction, not finding that in Peter who was still deep in conversation. Clint’s gaze caught you from the opposite side of the room, and he signed asking if you were bored. You shook your head, forcing a smile and signed back, “Not with you here.”
Clint strode over, grabbing a handful of chips first before he stopped beside you. You hadn’t seen him that much so it was nice to catch up a little. He was so happy the school year was over, hoping now he and Natasha might have some time to actually plan their wedding.
“Speaking of couples, it’s weird to see that, right?” He nudged his chin towards Bucky and Claire.
“What’s weird?” You’ve seen Bucky’s fuck buddies before, that girl Dot tried to weasel her way into hanging out with everyone on St. Patrick’s Day but at least Bucky had the common sense to spare you all.
“Bucky. That he actually settled down. Who would’ve thought?”
Clint chomped on chips as your mind spiraled into panic. You tried to control the tremble of your voice as you asked for more details, finding out Bucky actually decided to date Claire. Bucky Barnes. The man that’s fucked more people than the American healthcare system was actually, seriously, honestly in a committed relationship.
Your heart pounded in your chest, overwhelmed by this knowledge that has you on the edge of screaming at the top of your lungs and bursting into tears. Your feet took you straight to Val, not having to do much convincing to get her to do a jello shot (or three) with you. It seemed she had sampled a lot already herself and you wanted to feel just as loose.
She wooed loudly, grabbing some patriotic tinsel that decorated the table and placing a bunch first behind your ear and then hers. She stumbled a little bit but you caught her, both of you laughing as you helped her stand somewhat upright, fixing the metal necklace engraved with some sort of Norse symbol from around her neck.
With a bit of booze in you things didn’t seem so bad, except for walking down the stairs, that wasn’t the best idea, but by the end of the night that’s what everyone did. Carol’s apartment was on a dead end street that led right into the entrance of a pedestrian walkway that stretched out above the highway. It had perfect views of Manhattan, the Brooklyn Bridge and the beautiful booming fireworks display.
Peter stood behind you the whole time, his arms around your waist, face nestled in your neck pressing a kiss that made you squirm in delight. But your mind was cruel, reminding you of Bucky’s lips where Peter’s had been; of the chill on Bucky’s nose as he sought the warmth of your skin; of Bucky’s hands around you, holding you close like a puzzle piece fitting perfectly together.
The fireworks were reflected in the tears of your eyes, that you thankfully brushed away before anyone noticed. That was the last night you hung out with your friends as a group.
You couldn’t do it anymore, seeing Bucky and Claire hurt. Maybe it was the lies, all the bullshit you ate up like a starved child. And then it hit you.
Bucky wanted a relationship, but not with you.
PART 23
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