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Hi hun! I just love love love your pieces <3
As for Carmy prompts - could we have some hurt to comfort when Carmen doesn't show up for a date? It's ok if you dont wanna do it or i requested incorrectly, but if you do, i cant wait to read!!!!! Thank you so much mwah mwah mwah
I’m not thaaaaaat sure how I feel about this and it’s so long but your request was so sweet I had to!!! Ily <3333
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There’s so fucking much in his ear. Fak’s screaming whatever bullshit he’s sure will help absolutely nothing, Richie’s harassing Sydney and Tina’s trying to keep them all in line and will of that goddamn chaos, he shouldn’t be able to make out anything.
Prepping this whole thing, the opening, Richie biting his head off for fucking sending him to the best kitchen in the city- it’s all a bit fucking much.
He barely hears the door open (she has a key, because of course she does) and he doesn’t even look over his shoulder as he calls out her name.
“Hey, baby,” he yells back towards the entrance. It feels good, chopping the vegetables. It’s actually one of her favorite dishes that he’s making, and something inside him preens that he gets to feed her tonight. Everything feels illustrious under her gaze. He remembers the first time he’d cooked for her, how her watchful gaze felt a bit like sunlight; equal parts burning and doused in light.
She’d said she liked his hands, then. Said he looked pretty with a knife and a cutting board. “Will you try this sauce for me?”
He hears her heels click, the soft thud of her purse landing on the couch. It’s a slow saunter she does to him, but he’s razor focused- what does it need, garlic? Oregano?
It only breaks when he sees her. And she looks gorgeous. Wearing a black dress with a cowl neck, shimmery eyeshadow that catches and dances in the low light of the kitchen, a crimson lipstick neatly applied to her beautiful pout.
She smells like vanilla, and Carmen has the privilege of knowing what real, rich, Madagascar vanilla smells like. He’d loved the scent so much that he’d bought her a perfume made from it, and there’s a warmth blooming in his chest when he realizes that she’s wearing it.
Wordlessly, she opens her mouth and leans forward to try the sauce covered wooden spoon he’d raised to her lips.
Even when she’s in front of him, he can’t believe she’s someone he knows. That she’s wasting her time with someone like him.
“Jesus Christ you look beautiful,” he says without thinking, and he kisses her quick. It’s true. She’s a vision, plucked out of an old movie shot on grainy film, warm to the touch film.
He abandons the spoon and the sauce without much fanfare, a rough, calloused hand meeting her soft warm cheek.
“Thanks, Carmen.” she says, but her doe-eyes deny the joy she typically exudes in his presence. It’s his proudest achievement, how she glows around him. She’s tight lipped, smile betraying her words.
“What’s wrong? Is it the sauce? I know it’s a mess in here, I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d see it-“
“No! No, seriously, it’s okay, honey.” She tries to insist but it really doesn’t work. He moves the pot off the burner and twists himself completely to face her, placing a gentle hand at the small of her back, pulling her closer to him. He tries not to let it sting, how she stiffens for a moment before softening again.
“What happened?” He asks again.
“It’s the first,” she says, a rueful grin on her pretty lips, before gesturing down at her outfit, and oh.
The dinner. The fucking dinner that he’d promised her. His sweet girl, who waited up every night, who dutifully tasted every recipe, who soothed him on nights where nightmares stole his sleep-
“Fuck,” he says, more to himself than her, but god, he can’t stop looking at her, “Fuck! God, I’m such an asshole, I’m so sorry-“ he insists, suddenly so grateful that she’s letting him touch her, even more aware of every point of contact with the sudden fear that it could escape in a moment’s notice.
“Y’know, Carm, if you could’ve just told me that would’ve been one thing? But I left the reservation, and this was the one night we both had off!”
“I know, baby, fuck, I forgot-“
She backs away from him, and there’s a sick feeling in his stomach. Sitting on the chair he keeps by the stove (he put it there for her, because she loved watching him) she pinches the bridge of her nose.
“It’s just not fair, Carm. To either of us. If you don’t have time for this-“
“I have time for this! I have time. Don’t say things like that.”
“Carmy, I’m not trying to hurt you. You know that’s the last thing I want.”
And it is. It’s the last thing she wants, and Carmen fucking knows it. Knows that three months in he’s supposed to have brought her flowers and taken her out and done more than cook for her and spend hours in his shitty apartment, and lately she’s been asking if he has time for being in a relationship.
And maybe he doesn’t, but fuck it if he doesn’t feel like he can breathe around her. This was the point of the dinner- take her out, be a boyfriend. Have her wait a little while on him. Show her he’s worth it.
Instead he fucking missed it, stayed home and made sauce no one would even eat.
“I’m sorry,” he says, grabbing her hand and lacing it through his own. It always shocks him, how it fits his own. “Okay? I’m so, so fuckin’ sorry. Tell me what I can do. Tell me, cos I’ll do just about fuckin’ anything to get you to stop saying shit like that.”
Her voice comes out small.
“I was alone, Carm. They kept trying to take my order and you weren’t there, and eventually I had to leave.“
She looks up at him, eyes sparkling and kind and Carmen. She looks beautiful, and if he wasn’t with her, he’d see her in the street and hate whatever fuck was lucky enough to be who she got dressed up for.
“I am so, so sorry. It’s just with the stove, and Fak, and Richie fucking calling me to bitch me out every thirty seconds,” she reaches her delicate fingers to brush his cheek with concern, “I should’ve remembered. It’s just about the only thing this week worth remembering. And you look…stunning, I should’ve been there. I should’ve. Please.”
Her expression softens and he loves the sight of her, warm and kind and lovely in both form and temperance. She’s so patient with him, responds with kindness- a gift.
She brushes her soft lips on his cheek and he tries to savor the sensation, note how warm and wonderful it is to have her form pressed against his, how her arms knot themselves around his waist.
“I know you’re stressed, babe,” she murmurs against his cheek, eyes shut, “tell you what. Why don’t you make me something better than what that place could’ve, huh?”
After he kisses her for so long that excess is no longer the right terminology, he makes her the best pasta she’s ever had in her goddamn life.
It’s better this way, anyway. She’s gorgeous in a way that’s just his to look at tonight.
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prison bf series linked here !
hii ! not rly phone sex, but sex nonetheless. i’m rly loving this series <33 prison toji unboxing fic coming someday in the distant future.
content: nsfw + phone sex
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the sudden vibrations of your phone’s ringer rips you from the boundary between sleep and awareness. you groggily reach for the device from it’s place under your pillow, clicking the off button twice to end the call.
the number rings again, then a third time before you finally pick up, ready to tear into the poor soul on the other line. it’s a facetime call from an area code you don’t recognize, probably just a misdial if you’re lucky.
you hesitantly accept and tilt the camera towards the ceiling, shielding your face from the stranger.
“hello..?” you mumble sleepily, trying to get a good look at your phone without revealing too much of yourself. the person’s screen is grainy from the lack of light, probably calling you on an older model.
the stranger’s camera pans down, revealing familiar tufts of straight raven hair. toji stares up at you from his bunk, shirtless with the sheets bunched up to his chest.
“you too good to pick up the phone now?” he asks, clearly teasing. the inmate’s voice is quiet, coming out in choppy rivets as his dated microphone picks up what it can.
“toji!?” you whisper scream, sitting up to turn your beside lamp on. the additional light helps illuminate your figure better, you notice his eyes perk up at the clearer sight of you.
“mmmh, happy to see you babydoll.” he grins, leaning closer to get a good look at you. your eyes are puffy with the promise of rest, giving you that extra bought of softness he loves so much.
“oh shit, were you sleeping? m’ sorry.”
he doesn’t sound sorry at all.
“nono i’m awake.” you reassure the older man, taking in the sight of him laid out on the narrow cot. your boyfriend had aged since the beginning of his sentence, though you figure that’s not out of the ordinary for someone serving time. “how’d you even get a phone?”
“s’ a secret.” he muses, clearly finding the situation amusing. “i get to talk to my baby though, isn’t that nice?” he states plainly, shifting to prop his head up with his hand.
“it is, actually.” you mumble apologetically, feeling bad at your initial lack of a greeting. “m’ happy you called me.”
you pause, choosing your next words carefully “don’t you have bunkmates?” you wonder, searching the background for any signs of other men in the dark cell. the promise of being ratted out by a cell mate was one that wouldn’t end well for either of you.
“nah, lawyers said i’m too dangerous to be staying in D-block with everyone.” he states boredly, shifting again to lie on his back with a grunt.
“wh— are you serious?” you whine, already mulling over the countless conversations you’ve had with him regarding his nasty fighting habit.
“pfttt, no?” the inmate chuckles, throwing his head back with a hearty laugh. “last guy in the cell got out on wednesday, ‘s just me in here till’ my sentence is up.”
he stills, looking you up and down quickly.
"fuck." he grumbles, you look real pretty right now."
you sigh in relief, ignoring the compliment to continue grilling him. “so you’ve been getting along with people?” you ask, skill skeptical.
“you know—hah- how i am.” he tells you, clearing his throat before continuing. the screen begins to wobble a little, blurring his figure for a moment. “when have i —fuck- ever been out of line, huh? ”
“i think you were pretty out of line when you went to fucking jail.” you tease, pausing to analyze his hurried breaths on the other line.
“toji? do you feel ok?” you ask, wishing you were there to check up on him.
“yeah—mmgh- why? his camera starts to pan up shakily, phone slipping from his hand. the last of his facade shatters as a pleased groan rings out in the tiny cell.
“fuck.” he whines, “fuck— oh my god. you’re gonna make me fucking cum.”
“show me.” you command, finally piecing everything together.
the older man flips the camera and brings it right up to his hard cock, stroking it from the base up with vigor.
his tip is an angry pink, weeping milky precum down his shaft to glaze his knuckles. the sounds coming from your phone are absolutely filthy, a hot mix of pants, groans and expletives .
“oh my god.” you giggle, propping your phone up to watch better. “is that all for me?” the dips and hills of his abs jolt as he laughs.
“all for you.” he pants, bucking his hips up every time his fist meets his tip.
“is this why you called me?” you tease, watching his cock bob back and forth in his hand. the older man stops to thumb his slit, massaging milky pre into the tip before starting up again. “you just wanted to get off? didn’t wanna talk to me or nothing?”
“no—hah. i mean—.” he groans, clearly too out of it to answer. “fuck. fuck i’m close.”
you squeeze your legs together to quell the ache between your thighs, content to just watch him enjoy himself.
sharing a room with 4 other people means little to no time alone, that much you knew from your visits. it wasn’t rare for him to pitch a tent during your supervised phone calls, squeezing his cock behind a glass barrier while you gushed about your day.
a hearty groan knocks your train of thought loose as ropes of cum stream down his knuckles and onto the sheets. you watch in awe as he milks his dick, slapping it onto his stomach for the added simulation.
you wait until his breaths even out to speak, watching him grab a towel from off camera to clean himself up.
“feel better?” you ask, so badly wishing you were there to kiss him in the midst of his afterglow.
“so much better.” he sighs, shifting to lay on his side again.
“they definitely heard you. i mean those rooms don’t have doors right?”
“of course they fucking have doors.” he grumbles, clearly embarrassed at the thought of getting caught dick-in-hand.
“did you..” he trails off, rubbing his eyes with a soft yawn.
“too tired.” you state plainly, shifting the focus from your pleasure to his.
“i don’t deserve you.” he mumbles, dark eyes barely open.
“course you do baby.” you whisper. “you wanna head to bed? i’m coming up on thursday to visit.”
“you are?” the excitement in his voice is adorable.
“mhm, might even bring you a charger for that piece of shit burner you swiped.”
the jab earns you a booming laugh, lulling you back to the precipice of sleep.
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— is this thing on? - video1.mov 𖦹
living with 3 roommates while being a camgirl was hard, so why not invite them on stream?
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a/n; first stream out, what do you guys think? lmk! softdom!dina i love u forever :3
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you pressed the ‘STREAM NOW’ button on your laptop not even 5 seconds ago, and the chat was already flooded with comments. some of them relating to you, or how you had dressed: in nothing but your underwear and a large t-shirt.
on the other hand, some had noticed the other figure next to you, dina, your roommate. dressed in a navy blue lingerie set, she looked absolutely stunning.
ilovewomen: you look so cute! excited for today ☺️
milffxcker69: oh???? have someone joining you ;)?
bewwwbiez: you two are so hot 🥵🤤
look, you didn’t expect her to actually be interested in joining you on stream, but after a night of drinks and kissing, you had gotten her approval to join.
so here you two are, kneeling next to eachother in front of the grainy laptop camera.
you had made your greetings, saying hello, letting everyone know someone was going to be joining you for once, unlike your usual solo streams.
dina didn’t hesitate when you gave her the okay to touch you, hands finding their way up your shirt, slithering past your stomach and directly to your tits.
“you’re gonna be good for me, baby? especially with all of these people watching, you wouldn’t wanna embarrass yourself, right?”
fuck, you were nervous. she immediately took the reins, and all you could do is nod, while letting out a little ‘mhn’.
“so fuckin’ cute. can you lay down for me baby? gonna eat your pretty pussy out.”
dina wasn’t shy about what she wanted, she never was, but now especially, nothing was going to get in her way. you leaned back onto your soft sheets, looking up at her with desperate eyes.
she moved her hands, delicately wrapping around your legs, slowly moving to your inner thighs. dina placed kisses so close to your clothed cunt, you bucked your hips up because you were just so fucking needy.
“oh i know— i know sweet girl, you’re doin’ so good for me. i promise i’ll give you what you want soon.”
soft lips pressed against the front of your pussy, tongue darting out to lick at your clit. you let out a gentle moan, something only dina and the several hundred people could hear, and the people weren’t shy to let you know how good you sounded.
milfinmyarea: she makes you feel so good i’m jelly :(
girlkisser41: umm?!?! this is so hot help.
carpetmuch69: me and who. me and who. 😭😭
“dina, ohmygod— please, dina do it properly.”
without hesitation, she pulled your panties to the side, licking a long stripe up your cunt. your only reaction was to bring your fingers into her hair, tugging her head closer and closer to you.
you were so desperate for her, continuing to move your hips as much as you could. she wanted you to cum just as much as you wanted to, and she made sure you would.
“gonna cum mama, hm? so fuckin’ cute.”
even if you wanted to hold back your orgasm, you couldn’t. dina was so sloppy and messy while eating you out, and looking down to see her was a sight.
you cum with her name on your lips, releasing her hair and grabbing the sheets below you. completely and utterly fucked out, she was so gentle with you after you came down from your high, brushing soft circles over your hips.
stream completely forgotten and out of your head, dina made the decision to end it. hovering over the ‘END STREAM’ button, she forgot to say goodbye to everyone watching.
“oh uh— bye guys! we hope you enjoyed the stream! see you next time.”
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hii!! i'd like to request a steve harrington x fem!reader fic pls <33 reader confesses to steve, but he says he doesn't like her. then reader's all 'okay fine, i'm gonna move on' and when she actually does that, steve is 🥺 lots of angst please and some steve grovelling teehee <33
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A/N: okay yes 😏 i screwed this up the littlest bit, but i hope it still tickles ur fancy. also i’ve seen this done for king!steve and i wanted to write it for s4 steven
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader
Summary: You have big feelings for Steve, he’s just not sure he feels the same way. 3.6k words.
Warnings: angst, but it resolves into fluff, unrequited love trope, lots of feelings, friends to lovers?, CURSING!, italics, established friendship, feat. Keith 😑
"You think it would be gross if we kissed?"
Steve thinks you might actually sound hurt, but he also thinks the face he's making is hilarious beyond belief: kind of contorted and screwed inward, nose scrunched and trying really hard to batten down a grin. You glare at him from the passenger's seat, arms crossed tight over your green Family Video vest.
You think he's wonderful despite his naiveté. If only he knew how handsome you thought he was, all caramel locks and big brown eyes and the kind of smile that reaches his eyes before he's even thought of it. No wonder he has an ego up to the moon. No wonder he still manages to weasel his way into the creases and crevices of any living creature's heart. Even yours. Hell, especially yours.
"Yeah, duh!"—and he's so sure of it, you could cry—"You're like the little sister I never had!"
You chuckle but you look like you're about to hurl yourself out of the car or get yourself arrested for manslaughter. Thank God he's only a block away from your house, or he'd never see the light of day again. Does he really think of you like that? The soft laughter peters out into a grating silence that burns right down your throat and feels like hard metal settling in your lungs.
He doesn't dare glance over at you. He only bites down hard around nothing and grimaces, eyes set hard on the lines dashing beneath the grill of his car. Jesus Christ, he does not think of you like that. And he begs whatever stupid pride is keeping him steady in this nonexistent pissing contest to leave it be, but its jaw is set in the tender meat of the game.
"Don't have to be so jovial about it," you grumble.
"What?"
"Mine's on the left," you grumble, nodding out the window. Oh, he's definitely in trouble. You only ignore him like this when he's done something boyish to a fault.
"I know. I drive you home every—hey!"
"Bye," you coo, booking it up the steps to your door, refusing to turn over your shoulder for fear that you'll burst into tears upon seeing him smile or frown or crack the slightest look of confusion.
He watches you slam the door and rolls the passenger window up with a frustrated sigh. Where the Hell did that come from and why. All while you're sitting against the foot of your bed, chattering into the phone at Robin, still wearing your uniform and tugging at strands of your hair as expletives weave themselves between every three words.
"Oh my Fucking God, I'm so fucking embarrassed right now, Robs—Does he—? Does he think I'm some sort of fuckin' baby? I just don't—"
"He's just being Steve, okay? He probably didn't mean it—"
"The way he looked at me, Robin, I felt like a fucking imbecile. Of all the dickheads in the world I could fall for, my heart chose Harrington? Maybe I'm the idiot." You sigh and kick your feet out, the frustration winding up new nerves and letting them go like tight springs to fling out over your body.
She sighs and it rattles through the grainy speaker. "You're not an idiot; he has his moments. Don't beat yourself up, you know how he gets. He's probably not thinking straight, just... tell him? The worst he can say is—"
"That I'm like a sister to him? Oh, how delightful. That's even worse than just flat out admitting I'm unattractive."
"You're not unattractive, don't do that."
"I am to him," you groan.
"Hey," she hums after a beat of crackling silence. You close your eyes and grip the sickly yellow receiver a little tighter.
"I really like him."
"I know."
"And it sucks."
"I know." The other end rustles and you let out a curt sigh just as you move to stand. "I love you, and I'm here for you. Especially when dumb boys make you feel like shit. You'll always be the most amazing and most beautiful girl in my life, don't forget that."
"Thank you. I'll see you, Robs."
"Take it easy."
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Steve wakes up to an ache in his neck and a soreness in his knuckles. You didn't call him last night. And he's assuming you didn't call him before school this morning because his alarm clock flashes eleven, first period starts at eight-thirty, and the tone his ancient landline emits is shrill enough to deafen a man. Let alone wake him up in a cold sweat. He concocts a sick feeling in his stomach of burnt orange shame and maroon guilt because he has to wait until closing shift tonight to explain himself to you.
But by then, he's feeling spiteful. You weren't home when he went to pick you up and he waited ten minutes and knocked on the door in bulk. Until someone who was not you answered and told him that you'd gotten a ride with some jerk from the Hawkins High football team. That's not how it was originally said, but that's how he heard it. So you're avoiding him? It makes him spit up a little in his mouth, and he's going about twenty over the speed limit the entire way to make it on time.
By the time he can fling open the glass door and hear the sound of the tiny bell, he spots you in the back corner with a stack of tapes under your arm. Listening to music. To drown him out. And it makes him frown. Six hours. That's how long he'd have to endure this, then he could go home and not call you and not be able to sleep.
The casette in your Walkman can only run for so long, right? But he watches you rewind it after an hour and a half and slumps against the front desk when you grab a new stack of tapes from behind him. He simmers down after the first half of the shift, and of course, the fact that you won't talk to him rubs him the wrong way, but what's even worse is that now you're bumming rides off of losers on the worst football team in all of Indiana.
He gets worked up thinking about that guy's motivation and how many times he probably tried to make a pass at you. Steve would never do that to you. Even if he wanted to, he's a gentleman at heart. He could beat that jerk to a pulp just imagining him giving you the look. God forbid that sucker puts his hands on you. Steve would get charged with battery before ever letting that happen.
It's not like he can say anything to you about it either. He's pissed, and he knows himself. He'd get all angry and confrontational, and you deserve better than that. It's his fault you got there first, and it's his fault you got to stocking, and it's his fault you're tuning him out. But he didn't think what he said last night would be worth all that trouble.
"If you keep up the optic blast, I'm gonna buy you a ruby-quartz visored monocle." And that droning voice could only belong to one overbearing manager.
"What do you need, Keith?" Steve grumbles, and out of the corner of his eye, he catches you looking to the front of the store to watch the encounter with a smirk.
"Duty calls, Harrington. Corporate sent us more shelf space. Need someone to unload it into the office," Keith murmurs, shooting a glance your way, "And, uh... it's kind of unwieldy, so get the kid to help you out."
It makes Steve's eye twitch because you're not some kid. And if you heard Keith refer to you as such, you'd unleash a fleet of curses on him. Only Steve is allowed to call you that. Because it's funny, duh. You're a year younger than him, obviously he's going to use that to his comedic advantage. Oh.
He lets out a sigh—"alright"—and leaves Keith to man the front while he skirts to the back of the store and leads you by the hand through the office.
"'The Hell, Harrington?" you hiss, but you keep your fingers locked between Steve's, abandoning the rest of the tapes on Keith's desk and jogging to catch up with his stride. As forward and demanding as his grip may be, you have to admit, the warmth of his palm is comforting and it makes your heart race because you've never held hands with Steve before. And in any other circumstance, you might've been able to enjoy it a little more.
"Keith told me to tell you that you have to help me bring a shelf in from the truck."
"Oh, I have to?" you bark, now pulling your hand away and putting your headphones around your neck once you exit through the back door with him. "And you didn't think to give me a warning before yanking on my arm?"
"Yes, you have to, and maybe if you weren't listening to that shit so loud, you would've been in the loop." It comes out far more harsh than he intended, and that was exactly what he was afraid of happening in a confrontation with you. His brow softens, and the tension in his upper back and jaw dissipates into his own self-pity party. "And I didn't yank on your arm. Or at least I didn't mean to, so I'm sorry for that much."
Steve hops up into the truck and offers you a hand you don't take as much as you both wish you would have. Because he looks like a kicked puppy, and you have to stop yourself from cheering yourself on. Maybe this will be your first literal step towards getting over him. Once and for all.
After about fifteen minutes of heaving and ho-ing, the two of you manage to haul the shelf into the office as per Keith's request. He was right: it was unwieldy. The awkward grip spots caused a lot of overlap, and you both flinched away from the physical contact in a matter of milliseconds. But Steve couldn't deny he felt bad, and you couldn't deny that you definitely still had feelings for him.
You grab your previously abandoned stack of tapes to scurry out of the office, but Steve stops you by the elbow. And you glare back at him.
"Sorry. The... yanking, I know"—he shoves his hands in his pockets and looks down—"Look, I'm not entirely sure what happened last night in the car, but it clearly made you uncomfortable, and I'd like to apologize."
He can see the neurons firing when he looks you in the eye, but he can also see that his apology wasn't effective in the slightest. Because you're still anger-ridden and fuming at him. You put your headphones on and go back to restocking shelves.
He checks the digital clock above the door. Two hours till eleven. Great.
And they creep by like refrigerated molasses. Second by second. Every time he glances at the clock, only a minute has passed. Eventually, though, he starts cleaning up for closing: vacuuming, cleaning the windows, fixing the display. And he finds himself getting a little more efficient at checking tapes back in and rewinding them only so you'll cruise by the front—scowling at him, but nonetheless at him—to grab a new stack and shelf it.
Five minutes to closing and a sleek, blue sedan pulls into the parking lot, and you practically beam at it, grinning and skipping to the front. You grab your bag from under the counter next to Steve's hip and shove your Walkman into it.
"You know, my car works perfectly fine," he grumbles, "don't have to replace me with some football jerk." He knows that struck a nerve because your smile immediately flickers away into a squint.
"That football jerk is bilingual, a painter, and lets me listen to the music I like in his car."
"But that's not the rules," he whines, desperately defending himself against some sports guy who's probably taking advantage of you.
"Well, I like him and he's nice to me." You sling your bag over your shoulder triumphantly, marching towards the door.
Steve is aghast at the implication. He thought you liked listening to the radio. Plus he took Spanish and art for the required two years, it's not that great of an achievement.
Still, he sputters out, "Yeah, well—"
You wave over your shoulder. "Later, Steve."
Since when did he become such a loser.
He watches jerk-face open the car door for you then glance over to wave at him with a perfect smile and perfect hair and perfect manners. What an asshole. Steve does not wave back.
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"That's the kinda guy she likes?" he fusses into the phone, palming his face while Robin chuckles on the other line. This whole time he thought for sure you liked the self-assured, cocky, college-age boy type. And now you're dating a high schooler. Come on, jerk-face is not even that good looking.
"First of all, they're not dating. Second of all, don't lie to make yourself feel better; even I can admit he's basically a Greek god," Robin says, shoving a handful of popcorn into her mouth. "Third... why do you care? You’re acting like it’s your job to protect her, but it’s not. She’s an adult now, you know, she can take her of herself.”
He lets out a puff of air through his nose, blinking hard and leaning into the pale yellow receiver. Then mumbling: "She told you."
And she replies, cheerily: "Yup."
"Well—! I just... don't want to see her get hurt. I know that type of guy. I used to be that type of guy. He's bad news, I can tell."
"Right,” Robin scoffs, “It's definitely not because you love her.”
"I don't love her. She's just a baby, and we don't even like the same things. It would never work out between us, there's no connection." They both know it’s a lame excuse, but it’s worked up until this moment. It’s worked since the day you met. You’re too young, the end. Sure, you can be cute sometimes, but you’re also a pain in the ass and you two could never get along long enough to stitch together a real relationship.
But Robin sees through all of that shit. And she’s over it.
“Okay, maybe, but she listens when you talk about cars, and you buy the albums she likes even when she only mentions them once. Plus, you both love Dustin like he's an extra limb”—she’s right, you love that kid to death and Lord knows Steve looks after him like a son—“I think as much as you wretch and complain over her being too young and the connection not 'being there', it seems like you try an awful lot to get her to like you."
He immediately rejects the idea with a scoff.
"Of course I’d want a cool person to like me, old fuckin’ habits die hard. But that's all. She's cool and has a good sense of style and tells the best jokes and makes me feel smart and listens to me, and right now I'm feeling pretty crazy because maybe I do love her and I blew it because... because? Because I don’t know why—but she's probably sitting in some jerk's car listening to her favorite songs and watching him paint the sunset while speaking Spanish or whatever."
Robin closes her eyes, and Steve’s annoyed by the fact that he can hear her smirking. "Jesus Christ, I need to start charging you idiots for my time"—and she sighs—"Just... tell her all that cheese. And maybe throw in an apology or two. I don't know, do what you usually do when you pick up girls.”
He’s frustrated. And annoyed. But he throws a thanks at her anyway and stomps down the stairs and to his beamer. It’s not until he’s shrouded in the piercing light of the convenience store that he realizes three things: he’s still in his work uniform, it’s midnight, and he’s pretty sure he does love you. He grabs a bouquet, not even realizing it’s a bouquet of amaryllis and baby’s breath—he’d prefer roses, but ‘tis not the season, as the cashier told him.
Minutes later, he’s muttering under his breath like he’s mad, waiting for someone to answer your door. And thank God you do.
“Steve—?”
“Oh, shit, did I—were you—?”
“Oh, no, I was just…”—thinking about him—“nothin’. What’re you doing here?”
He pushes a furious hand through his hair, then tucks a chunk behind his ear, worrying at his bottom lip. More nervous than he’s been in his whole life. Then he flashes those soft brown eyes at you, and you’re toast. You step onto your doormat and shut the door behind you because he starts into his sentence like a blazing fire:
"I feel so stupid, and I’m sorry for saying you're like a little sister to me; I don’t believe that, and it couldn’t be further from the truth. You're not like a sister to me, you're like the only thing that matters and I feel like I wanna learn another language for you and take a cooking class for you and listen to your music with you. I just, I mean I’m trying to say you make me want to be a better person, and I feel like I’m already a better person whenever I’m around you. I... what I’m saying—and I promise I’m getting to it—is that I’m sorry for being so stupid and not seeing it before, but I think you're beautiful and I'd be honored if you'd forgive me and maybe consider letting me take you out sometime. Like on a date."
He’s breathing heavily, looking and feeling manic, and your eyes are wide as you slowly process his confession. It goes down like sweet wine, floral down your throat and settling in your tummy like candy. But still: what the fuck? Is he insane? Are you insane?
His hair is flopped to one side, and his work vest is snug around his shoulders. You step forward slowly, and the creases in his forehead seem to go smooth. And you point to the bouquet.
“For me?”
Steve glances down. "Oh, yeah, got em for you. Sorry they're not roses, it's not—"
"I love them, thank you."
He nods. And you smile. And despite how beautiful the soft pink and white flowers are, you’re not particularly focused on their safety when you hook your arms beneath his and rope him into a hug. It’s clearly just what he needed when he goes pliant and heavy against your chest, smiling into your neck as his hands wrap over your shoulders.
"I think we might both be stupid,” you whisper.
He chuckles. "Yup. Just a couple of stupids. Geez, what kinda pair are we?" You both pull away. Only to look at each other squarely. To see a smile creep and creep across the other’s face. And he cocks a brow and says, "By the way, worst twenty-four hours of my life—"
And that’s saying something after the last three years.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Steve, I was just so—"
"I know."
"So confused and disappointed, it was—"
"Torture, yeah, don't even think about doing that ever again,” he teases, pinching your side and scrunching his nose when you pinch him back.
"Yeah. Well, never tell me I’m like a little sister to you ever again.”
Gross.
"I don't plan on it"
With the slow bat of your lashes, and the tender curve of your lips, he can’t not think about kissing you. Not in this light. Not under the meddling moon, and not holding your waist like cupping pools of honey.
Then you look away. For all the shit you talk, he manages to make you far more shy than he ever anticipates. And it gives him butterflies to see you duck away.
"You know, I think you're pretty beautiful yourself, Harrington.”
Oh, he’s blushing now. The blood gushes hot to his face, he could sweat buckets right here and now. You can probably hear his heartbeat. Jesus Christ, what’ve you done to him? You can tell he’s nervous when he chuckles softly. "Does this mean I can start giving you rides again?"
You pretend to weigh your options. As if there would ever be a better alternative. "Only if you let me play my music sometimes.”
"Absolutely. I never liked the radio much anyway."
You let go of him only to cradle your bouquet in both hands, admiring the petals while Steve puts his hands back in his pockets.
"Then I'll see you later," he says. Grinning ear to ear, mind you.
"Yeah,” you coo, “I’ll see you."
With one hand on his shoulder, you plant a kiss on his willing cheek and let him go. But before he can make it to his car you holler, “Wait!” and he jogs back over to you.
"Did I forget somethin’?"
“Yeah,” you poke, "you forgot about our date."
He tilts his head a little, brows furrowed. "Our... our date? What do you mean our… Ohhhh”—he nods in understanding, suddenly hit with a wave of excitement and embarrassment—"Does tomorrow work? We could grab lunch or dinner or something and maybe stop by the arcade or—oh, the fair's in town, that could be kinda fun, unless you don't want to, I mean—"
"Steve?" you hum.
“Mhm?”
"I'd love to."
And suddenly his ego is miles through the roof; he's nodding and grinning and it’s like he can’t wait to wake up tomorrow just to see you again.
"Me too. Okay. Yeah! I'll see you then."
"Bye, Stevie.” You give him a small wave, and the shroud of plastic around the bouquet crinkles like the corners of his eyes at the idea of tomorrow.
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「 STRANDED 」
DREAM RECALL what's worse than being stranded on a deserted island in the middle of nowhere? being stranded on a deserted island in the middle of nowhere with the most obnoxious prick you'd ever met, and he's good looking too?
pairings taehyun x afab!reader
warnings strangers to enemies to ???, unprotected sex, light nipple play, marking, taehyun's a bitch, reader is also a bitch, no established relationships, water sex :> !! eventual porn with a lot of plot.
wc 5.7k
#serene adds ✎... idk if I like it or hate it, it feels a little bittersweet. but I do love taehyun and I always seem to write more than I originally intend to whenever I write for him...
Ow. Pain, you felt an immense pain. Your whole body hurt, cramped, burned, ached. You groan as you twist around on the spot, you were laying on something soft, almost grainy. Slowly you blink your eyes open to be met by a blinding light.
Was this heaven? Had you really died?
“Oh, thank fuck you’re awake”. A sharp voice spits from somewhere above you. You thought you recognized it. A hazy figure comes into vision. The man leans over you as he studies your pain filled expression with a frown.
He snaps his fingers in front of your eyes, “wake up”, he orders. Groaning as you blink once more you finally see the man clearly. It’s him… He had told you his name, you were certain, but your foggy mind made for a difficult recollection of it.
As you turn your head you realize that the soft grainy feel was…sand? Wincing slightly, you pull yourself up on your elbows as you try and get a better view of your surroundings. Were you on a beach? The remains of the small life boat lay discarded a few yards away, in front of you a large forest opens up.
And then there was…Kang Taehyun! That had been his name. He was crouched by your side as he hesitantly held out a hand, ready to catch you if you were to fall.
Rubbing your head gingerly you turn to look at him, “what the fuck happened?”, you question with a groggy voice. Had you possibly swallowed a bucket of sand as well? Taehyun sighs as he glances toward the massacred lifeboat.
“Well, first there was the cruise ship..” ── “I remember that much you dipshit”, you retort as you shoot him a glare. “How should I know that? For all I know that water could’ve knocked the past six months from your memory”, he shrugs, feigning innocence.
You had known Kang Taehyun 48 hours, possibly longer but you had been passed out for the rest of it. And for those 48 excruciating hours spent in his presence, you had learned that you did in fact hate him.
“From that big wave…”, you say as you motion for him to continue. He rolls his eyes, “well after that small wave managed to knock you out─”.
“Hey, hey! It wasn’t small”, you grunt as you portray your bruised arms and legs for him. Taehyun clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, “as I was saying…after that wave hit, you sorta fell out the boat”.
Your eyebrows raise, “fell out?”. The man nods as he waves his hand in a dismissing way, “I of course brought you to safe land”, he gestures toward the beach the two of you were currently sitting on.
“I don’t know if I would consider this safe”, you mutter as you glance toward the forest. “It is”, Taehyun insists as he gets up, “I walked around this whole island whilst you were passed out, nothing out of the ordinary”.
“It’s an island?”, you exclaim in disbelief. “What’d you expect? A hotel resort?”, he snorts. “Well it certainly would’ve been nice”, you groan as you plummet back down onto the sand with a heavy sigh. You found yourself recalling the past two days leading up to your current situation.
It had all started about a week ago. When you had decided to venture out on a cruise, considering it a treat for your hard work lately. Besides, the ship was supposed to dock at one of the towns of your friend’s. It would’ve been a great opportunity to go see her.
The first four days had been smooth sailing, ironically enough. On the fifth day however, the ship suddenly started taking in water, and a lot of it. Being rushed by staff to one of the many lifeboats you suddenly found yourself stranded with a stranger. An incredibly annoying stranger.
Without any way to steer the small floating raft you and Taehyun had been left to drift as the slowly sinking ship spread the many plastic boats along the ocean. At first you found the situation quite hilarious, stuck on a small lifeboat in the middle of the ocean.
Though your happiness was short lived and soon you found yourself longing for land. Taehyun had been of no aid as his complaints carried out over the waves. “You’re taking up too much space”, he comments as he shifts uncomfortably on the small boat.
You scoff, “what are you implying?”. He frowns, “that you take up space”. You raise your hand, ready to deliver a harsh slap to that perfect skin of his. Taehyun’s hand clasps around your wrist easily. “Just because we’re away from all kinds of civilisation doesn’t mean that the same laws don’t abide”, he says as he raises an eyebrow.
“Meaning?”
“Meaning, it’s illegal to use violence against others”, he states as he lets go of your wrist. “This is hardly violence, don’t tell me you can’t handle a little slap”, you sneer. Taehyun scrunches his nose in disgust as he turns away from you.
A few hours passed, at least you guessed they did, it was hard to keep track of time. Though the sun slowly setting gave away that at least half a day had passed. “I’m thirsty”, you whine as the burning sensation in your throat grows.
All this water and nothing to drink, you mourned the can of coke left on your bedside table at the ship. “And I’m hungry too”, you add as your stomach growls in agreement.
“Do you feel the need to announce every bodily function you feel at the given moment?” Taehyun mutters without looking at you. He had tried sleeping as a form of passing time, but had quickly turned seasick and leaned over the lifeboat to cough up the little fluids left in his body.
“What else should I announce? The weather?” you retort and Taehyun groans. "Preferably". Huffing, you turn away from him in silence. A few moments pass before,
“I have to pee”.
The next morning came earlier than you had anticipated. A splash of water to your face had you jolting awake as you grabbed onto the sides of the small lifeboat. Content with having managed to sleep a few hours you turn to your housemate. The dark rings under Taehyun’s eyes told you that he most likely had not been as lucky.
As the second day progressed you tried to gauge any kind of information out of the man you shared a boat with. “What’s it to you?” Taehyun frowns as he eyes you suspiciously. “Well I might be the last person who hears from you”, you say as you sit up a bit straighter. “This is your chance to get the things you never got the chance to say off your chest”.
Taehyun’s frown deepens, “why would I share my secrets with you?”. Tsk-ing you motion toward the endless ocean surrounding you, “who would I tell?”. “That little voice in your head I bet”, he comments as he leans back against the edge of the boat. You bite back a frustrated groan.
A couple of hours later you're laying flat on your back as the clouds slowly drift above your head. “If I don’t make it, promise me that-”
“Oh for fucks sake don’t start”, Taehyun interrupts as he shifts on the boat, causing the plastic to squeak beneath him.
“I’m serious!”, you frown as you gaze toward the sky. “If I don’t make it, promise you’ll tell my mom that I love her, and my cat Susie too”. “Oh and tell my mom that the key to my apartment is under the green flowerpot beside my door, and that Susie needs to be fed at least three times a day or else-”
“I’m not telling your mom all that”, Taehyun mutters somewhere beside you. “Well that’s not very nice”, you frown, “if I survived but you didn’t, wouldn’t you want me to deliver a message to your family?”.
“No”.
A few hours later the bright clouds on the sky suddenly morphed into dark and angry ones. The light swaying of the boat slowly turned harsh. “I think there’s a storm coming in..”, you gulp.
“This isn’t the time for any of your weather announcements”, Taehyun grunts without opening his eyes. “I’m serious”, you shake his shoulder nervously as the first raindrop hits. From there it only gets worse.
“This is actually it”, you whine as you cling onto Taehyun. “It isn’t, god you’re dramatic”, Taehyun groans as he tries to pry you off of him. It isn’t until lightning strikes not far from the two of you that he also turns pale.
A particularly harsh wave sends your small lifeboat crashing into the ocean. And as the water hits your head everything goes black. Then you were here. On a small deserted island in the middle of nowhere with…Taehyun.
“Catch!” Taehyun's voice suddenly calls out. You barely manage to look in his direction before something hard hits your head. “Ow! You bitch!” you exclaim as you grab onto your pounding head.
“I told you to catch”, he mutters as he plops down beside you, grasping something in his hands. You turn to look at the item that had hit your head to find, “a coconut?”.
“Well you said you were thirsty earlier”, he says and you frown, “so you throw a coconut at my head?”. Taehyun rolls his eyes as he cracks the coconut open by slamming it down on his knee, “no you idiot”.
“You drink it”, he then says as he brings the broken fruit to his lips. You watch with wide eyes as he finishes the whole thing in a matter of seconds. Quickly grasping your own coconut between your hands, you mimic his motions of bashing it against your already bruised knee only to cry out in pain.
“Fuck, this hurts”, you whine as you turn the intact coconut around in your hands. “Never said it didn’t”, Taehyun comments and you resist the urge to slam the coconut against his head next.
Instead you shove the fruit in his hands. “You open it”. Taehyun frowns, “what?”. “Don’t act like you didn’t hear me, open it”, you cross your arms above your chest and Taehyun scoffs.
“If you don’t, I might just die of dehydration!” you then exclaim and Taehyun smirks, “that doesn’t sound too bad”. “Fuck you”.
With a roll of his eyes, Taehyun brings the fruit to his knee as he cracks it open before handing it to you. As you thank him he looks away and mutters something about you being a nuisance.
Bringing the coconut to your lips you moan at the taste. “This is amazing, there has to be more right?” Taehyun shakes his head, “these were the last ones”, he shrugs and your face immediately drops.
“What..?”
Taehyun nods as he sighs, “guess we really are doomed”. You frown as you set the coconut down, “no way, there has to be something on this island”. You had watched enough movies to know that you would need to send out a signal of some sort, a call for help.
“Let’s start a fire”, you say and Taehyun seems to consider your idea. “Alright”.
As Taehyun gathers the materials necessary you had taken it upon yourself to draw the word, ‘SOS’ in the sand, with the use of a giant stick. Walking past you, arms stuffed with branches, Taehyun scoffs, “you really think that will do anything?”
“I’ll do anything that can aid us”, you say as you continue on drawing exclamation marks next to the word. “Sure you will”, he mutters as he keeps walking. “Watch it!” you yell as he almost steps over one of your perfectly drawn S’s.
Taehyun rolls his eyes as he takes an unnecessarily large step over the line. When all the nearby branches and wood had been gathered up into a small pile Taehyun crouches down in front of it.
“What do we light it with?”, you question as you peek over his shoulder. He glances toward you, “I thought you would know how to”. You frown, “no?”. Taehyun sighs, “it was your idea, how could you not know?”.
“I only come up with the ideas”, you shrug, “you execute them”. “When did we settle on such an agreement”, he snorts as he turns back toward the branches. “You don’t happen to have a lighter or anything…?” you ask as you rock back and forth on the soles of your feet.
“Why the fuck would I have a lighter?” Taehyun grunts as he picks up two thinner stones. “Just makin’ sure”, you raise your hands in peace as you lean forward to study his movements.
“What’s with the rocks?” “Quiet, for once, be quiet”, he snaps and you seal your lips into a pout. What a joyous prick.
With a flick of his wrist Taehyun clashes the stones against one another. Repeating the process a couple of times with little to no result you finally interfere. “I don’t think it’s working…”
Taehyun turns to look at you, “do you really?”. You nod as you take the stones from him, “leave it to me”, you say with confidence and Taehyun raises an eyebrow. “Have at it”, he mutters as he sits back to let you have a go.
The stones make an awful clashing sound, but no fire. You try again, and again, and again. Nothing. Biting your bottom lip you wipe the back of your hand across your forehead, determined to make it work.
“Just give them back to…me…”, Taehyun’s words fall short as a small spark ignites from between the stones. Soon a small flame takes to life and you smile triumphantly. “Well, would you look at that”, you state as you blow on the small fire to increase it.
“Pure luck”, Taehyun mutters behind you but you ignore him. Reaching your palms out to warm yourself up you sigh contently. “This isn’t so bad after all”, you say, gaining new found joy from a simple fire.
“It’s almost like a free vacation”, you state and Taehyun chuckles behind you. It was probably the first time you’d heard him laugh since the two of you met. “This is far too much work to be considered a vacation”, he then says as he moves to sit next to you.
“Ever heard the saying, ‘life is what you make it’?” you say as you poke a stick to the fire. “Possibly”, Taehyun yawns as he stretches out beside you. “Well I have, and right now I feel like making dinner”, you state as you rise to your feet.
Taehyun raises an eyebrow but makes no move to follow you. Rolling your eyes you cross your arms, “fine, I’ll get us something to eat and you’ll watch the fire”. He hums in agreement, “sounds good to me”.
You give him your best glare, “if I come back to find that fire gone, you will be too”. He smirks, “what a threat”. Raising your fist at him, “I mean it”, you spit before walking off toward the forest. Behind you, the faint chuckle emitting from Taehyun can be heard.
The forest floor was covered in snares and small stones, making you wish you hadn’t left your shoes behind at the beach. Grabbing onto the nearest branches, you make your way through the narrow vegetation.
There had to be something edible here. You had been a vegetarian for four years, but a cooked chicken did not sound so bad right now. Muttering curses under your breath, you regretted letting Taehyun stay behind. All this suffering could’ve done something good to that ego of his.
Finally your eyes land on a tree filled with, “mangoes!”. Quickening up your pace you make your way to the tree. You could almost cry as you saw the ripe fruits up close. Taking a hold of the trunk of the fruit tree, you shake it with all your might.
One, two, three, four and five mangoes drop to the ground. Thinking it was probably as much as you could carry on your own you let go of the trunk again. Scooping the fruits up, you conduct a makeshift basket with your shirt. Oh, you were eating good today.
Stumbling your way back onto the beach you find the fire still going. Taehyun leisurely pokes a stick around it, seemingly bored out of his mind. It isn’t until you drop the five mangoes in front of him that he looks up.
“Mangoes?” he questions as he picks one up. “There’s a whole tree filled with them!” you say as you sit down opposite him. “Though I could only carry this much, we can go back tomorrow”.
Taehyun nods as he inspects the fruits, “they seem ripe”, he states. You roll your eyes, “obviously, I wouldn’t have picked them otherwise, but what do we open them with…”
“Our hands”, Taehyun says as he skillfully peels the mango in a matter of seconds. You can only watch in awe. “Can you peel mine too?” you say as you shove another one in his hands.
Taehyun looks at you with a frown, “I already opened your damn coconut”, he comments. “So? I found these”, you whine as you tap the fruit in his hand impatiently. Sighing he peels the mango before handing it back to you.
“What a gentleman”, you say as you begin eating. Taehyun doesn't reply and the two of you eat in silence. When four out of the five mangoes have been consumed you both eye the fifth one.
“I should have it”, you state as you reach for it. Taehyun’s arm is quickly on your wrist, “says who?”. You frown, “I found them, so it’s only right”. “But I peeled them, all of them”, he adds as he raises a brow.
“Peeling a mango is hardly any physical labor”, you scoff. “Yet you can’t do it”, Taehyun retorts as he attempts to reach for the mango as well, you stop him. “Shouldn’t you do it the gentleman way and let the lady have the last bit of food?” you say as you tilt your head to the side.
“No”.
“What a prick”, you mutter under your breath. “A prick who can at least peel mangoes”, he says as he snatches the fruit before you have the chance to stop him. You watch in disbelief as he peels the mango and begins eating.
“I can’t believe you”, you huff, crossing your arms above your chest. “You’d better start, I’m the only one you have”, he says between mouthfuls and you turn away in disgust. “Won’t happen”.
You strain your gaze on the way the ocean moves. The waves softly crash onto the beach as the sun slowly sets above the horizon. A light poke to your shoulder has you scoffing as you turn further away from Taehyun.
“You want the other half or not?” he groans. You shake your head, “no, you have it”. Taehyun sighs beside you, “just fucking take it, quit being so proud”.
Shaking your head once more you reach out your palm to decline his offer. “My lips are not touching what yours already have”, you say and Taehyun snorts. “I don’t think we’re in a situation that gives room for such preferences”.
“I find it extremely hard to care if I’m being honest and─” your words are cut short as the soft fruit is pushed to your lips. “Shut up and eat”, Taehyun says and you hesitantly take the mango from him.
Eyeing both him and the fruit with great suspicion before you finally take a small bite. The mango tasted just as heavenly as the previous two had. If you made it out of here the first thing you would do would be to get your hands on more.
“You reckon anyone will pass this island?” you ask as you swallow. Fact is, you had no clue of your current whereabouts, and neither did anyone else. “Definitely”, Taehyun then says and you can’t help but admire his optimism.
“Word about the cruise ship has to have spread by now”, he continues as he leans back on his hands. “I’m confident that there are search parties out here, someone is bound to find us”.
You nod as you take another bite of the mango, “you’re probably right”. “We need to keep the fire going all night then”, you add and Taehyun throws another batch of branches onto it.
“Let’s take turns sleeping”, he says. As you swallow the last bit of fruit you turn to look at him, “alright…do you want to…”, you begin as you fiddle with the strings of your shorts sheepishly.
Taehyun shakes his head, “you can sleep first, I’m not that tired”. You knew that it was a lie, he had barely gotten any sleep on the small lifeboat and the dark circles under his eyes were only growing.
Though there seemed to be no changing his mind as he kept his gaze fixated on the fire. Shuffling around awkwardly, you try to get comfortable on the sand. As you rest your cheek on your arm, you try and close your eyes.
Expecting sleep to overtake you in a matter of minutes, you're disappointed when it doesn’t. Instead you're left feeling…cold. Very cold. The chilly night breeze and the fact that you were wearing shorts and a t-shirt did little to help.
Cracking an eye open, you glance toward Taehyun who seems lost in thought as he watches the flames dance. The light clearing of your throat has his gaze refocusing on you instead. “What?” he asks and you feel your cheeks heat up over the request you’re about to make.
“Um, it’s kinda cold..” you mumble without looking at him. “Should’ve worn something different then”, he retorts and your lips twist into a grimace. “Had I known I would’ve been stranded on a cold beach with a prick like you I would’ve made sure to sink with the ship itself”.
Taehyun tsk’s as his gaze returns to the fire, “spare me the details”. You scoff as you turn away from him. Hugging your arms around yourself in an attempt to keep warm, you squeeze your eyes shut.
What an absolute piece of shit he was. If you did make it out you would not only purchase a kilo of mangoes, you would hire a hitman too.
The fact that you were still cold did not subside and you found yourself slightly shaking as you curled up closer to the fire. Taehyun mumbles something under his breath and you feel him shifting on the sand next to you.
Moments later a large arm wraps around your waist as he pulls you against his chest. Your eyes shoot open and your body goes stiff against his. “Better?” he asks and you can’t help but grin.
“Who knew you were such a cuddly─” “You’re pushing it, scout”.
“Scout?” you frown as you turn to look at him but Taehyun steers your face back toward the fire. “You remind me of one”, he simply states. You didn’t know if it was a compliment or an insult, probably the latter.
“Why?”
Taehyun groans, “exactly”, he shifts behind you, “always asking so many damn questions”. You pout as the frown on your forehead increases. “What’s wrong with asking questions?”.
“You familiar with the saying, ‘curiosity killed the cat’?” he asks and you roll your eyes. “You make odd parallels”, you scoff and Taehyun chuckles behind you.
Snuggling closer against his warm chest you close your eyes, “you’ll keep an eye on the fire right?”, you yawn. “Yes, now shut your mouth and sleep, your voice has me experiencing migraines.
“What a smooth talker”, you mumble as sleep slowly overtakes you. If Taehyun gave you a snarky reply you never caught it, already too far lost in a drowsy state.
The next morning you wake to a dry mouth. As you blink your eyes open you realize that the sun had yet to rise. Instead a dark pink blanket of clouds covered the small island and your eyes widened at the sight. It was beautiful.
Soon you discover that the dry feeling in your mouth had been at least a handful worth of sand. Immediately you cough and spit as you try and get as much of the grains out. Your hand feverishly brushes at your tongue in a desperate attempt to clean it, much to no avail.
Finally giving up, you glance around the small area that you and Taehyun had set up. The fire was still sparking, making a comforting crackling noise, but Taehyun himself was nowhere to be seen. Had he even slept at all? You couldn’t recall him waking you to exchange posts with him.
Your eyes land on a small patch of something a few yards away. Frowning you rise to your feet as you walk over. It isn’t until you’ve almost reached the spot of the mysterious material that you realize that you’re staring at Taehyun’s clothes.
Wide eyes scan the area once more for him. Where the hell had he gone, and why had he left his clothes here? A noise to your left has you snapping your eyes in the direction of the ocean as Taehyun surfaces from the dark water.
Running a hand through his wet hair he looks at you as he tilts his head to the side. In the dim light of the early morning you can make out the outline of his lean and muscular torso.
As your face flushes to a crimson red you quickly turn your head away. “What the hell are you doing?” you shout, loud enough for him and any other living thing in a three mile radius to hear.
“Going for a swim”, he calmly states back to you as he moves closer to the shore. The water that stopped just above his navel slowly decreased. “Stop! Stop right there!” you yell and he freezes in his tracks as a smirk plays on his lips.
“Don’t be such a prude”, he comments and you shoot him a glare. “I am not a prude”, you fold your arms across your chest and Taehyun raises an eyebrow, “no?”. Shaking your head, you refuse to look him in the eyes. Matter of fact you refuse to look his way at all, afraid that your eyes might betray you and travel lower.
“Prove it then”, he says, catching you off guard. “What..?” Taehyun’s smirk grows, “you heard me, prove it”. Huffing out a breath of air, your hands fall to your sides, unbelievable.
“Fine”, you grab onto the hem off your shirt as you pull it over your head in one swift movement. Taehyun watches with an amused expression as you kick off your shorts, leaving you in only your underwear.
Groaning internally you move to unclasp your bra, “don’t you dare look”, you say as you point an accusing finger toward Taehyun who raises his hands in innocence as he turns away.
After having discarded both bra and panties you quietly tiptoe over to the water. “Is it cold?” you ask and Taehyun snorts, “of course it is”. You frown, did he enjoy torturing himself by not sleeping and swimming in ice cold water. You wouldn’t have been surprised if he did.
Dipping a toe in the dark water you immediately hiss, “it’s freezing!”. “So? You getting in or not?” Taehyun’s impatient voice carries over the light waves. “Yes, yes, give me a minute”, you mutter as you begin wading through the cold water.
Mumbling curses under your breath you make your way over to Taehyun. As the water reaches your upper stomach you breathe out a sigh of relief, arms covering your chest you gently tap his shoulder.
Taehyun turns around and you’re immediately taken back by how…good he looks, almost too good. Water droplets gently drip from his hair and onto his chest, sliding down his toned stomach.
A shame the water was so dark in the early morning light. “You see something you like?” Taehyun’s voice snaps your gaze back up to his. “Hardly”, you scoff as you hug your arms tighter across your chest.
“And you?” you question as you raise an eyebrow toward him. “Certainly not”, Taehyun snorts as he averts his gaze.
“Good”, you say as you shift awkwardly on the spot, “no funny business alright?”. Taehyun smirks, “wouldn’t dream of it”.
As your eyes fell on his once more, you couldn’t help but wonder, had he always had such pretty eyes? His lips were pretty too, in fact all of him was. Why had it not occurred to you earlier. Perhaps you had been too busy counting his flaws to even notice how utterly gorgeous he was.
In the midst of admiring him you fail to notice how Taehyun’s own eyes move from yours to your lips, down your neck and collarbone, to where your arms neatly fold across your chest.
“It’s uh…kinda cold”, you awkwardly mumble and Taehyun hums as his arm wraps around your naked waist to pull you closer. “Better?” he asks as you’re pressed against his chest and you nod.
“No funny business though..?” you whisper and Taehyun leans his forehead against yours. Warm breath caressing your cold face, “no funny business”, he agrees before closing the small distance and claiming your lips with his own.
The kiss is tentative, as if he’s trying to figure out how to proceed. When you eagerly return it all sense of hesitance is lost as his large hand cups your face. Your longing ones find his hair as they intertwine with the wet strands.
Pulling your bottom lip between his teeth before he pushes his tongue inside your hot mouth. One hand on his neck you steady yourself as you push your bodies impossibly closer. The cold water long forgotten about.
It isn't until Taehyun’s lips leave yours to travel down your jaw and neck that you’re given the chance to comprehend what’s happening. “Taehyun…” you whisper and he groans against your skin, “yes?” he drawls without looking up from the crevice of your neck.
“We might get sick, from…from the cold water and, oh-” one of Taehyun’s hands finds your nipple as he pinches and twists it between his fingers. It’s not long before he quickly replaces his hand with his warm mouth and you let out a soft moan.
“It, it might also be d-dangerous to…mhhh, you know..” Taehyun looks up from your chest, lips ghosting over your perked nipple as he speaks, “scout, please be quiet”. Without warning he goes back to sucking and nibbling on your chest, no doubt leaving marks.
Trembling hands push his head further into your chest as a broken moan leaves your lips. As Taehyun’s lips slowly work their way back up your neck his hands travel down the cold water to caress your thighs.
“More?” he breathes out as he leans back to look at you fully. Nodding in confirmation you crash your lips back onto his, “more”, you whisper as your hands rake across his torso. Taehyun smirks against your lips, “no funny business though?”. You groan as your tongue finds his, “no funny business”.
His hands find the back of your thighs as he easily hikes you up around his waist. Arms around his neck you break the kiss to lock eyes with him one last time as you seek confirmation.
In the pink shades of the sunrise Taehyun looked almost ethereal as he stares back at you. And that is how you know that it is right. He gives you a final look of reassurance before he reattaches your lips once more.
Nails digging into his back, you slowly sink down on his cock, a groan leaving the both of you. As Taehyun slowly moves in and out of you, his lips wander across your chest once more, going over the already blooming spots of reds and purples.
“Look so pretty when that mouth of yours isn’t spewing nonsense”, he breathes against your abused skin. You give him a meek moan in reply as your head falls forward and onto his shoulder.
Your bodies moved softly together in tune with the rhythmical waves of the ocean. If you were to die on this island, you at least deserved a good time before it happened. And Taehyun was too, undeniably handsome when he wasn’t throwing snarky remarks at you.
Perhaps you could grow to like him. When he looks up from your chest, eyes filled with so much lust and desire, you’re certain that you can. He gives you a small smirk as his hand cups your face once more, thumb dragging across your cheek and wet lips.
And when you cum around his cock you realize that you don’t want it to be the last time that you do. Neither do you want it to be the last time that he fills you up so heavenly. You want to hear his fucked out groans and be met by his lustfull gaze again and again.
And by the way he leans his forehead against yours, still deep inside of you as he catches his breath, you can tell that he wants it too.
A small smile plays on your puffy lips and Taehyun reciprocates it.
In the far distance you make out a small light, as it grows you realize that it’s moving. It’s moving towards the two of you. “A boat..” you murmur as you turn Taehyun’s head in the direction of the light.
He breathes out a sigh of disbelief, “your fire worked, scout”, he says and you grin. “Thanks to someone who kept it alive all night” you add and he smirks.
One of his hands moves a wet strand of hair out of your face and your cheeks suddenly feel warm. “Let’s do it again sometime”, he mumbles as his lips ghost over yours.
“The whole being stranded thing or just the sex?” you ask and he grins.
“Just the sex, for now”.
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A soft knock on the door and a half-whispered "hey there" wake Eddie up from an uneasy sleep. A strip of light shines through the gap of the door, illuminating the figure of Steve standing in the doorway.
"I got some soup for you. Are you feeling any better?"
Eddie shuffles into an upright sitting position while Steve comes into the room and hands him a warm bowl filled with what's unmistakably his aunt's homemade creamed potato soup. Even with his blocked nose, Eddie can still tell that it smells exactly how he remembered it.
Before he knows it, tears start blurring his vision. It's the fucking soup that does it. The smell that brings back memories he tried so hard to leave behind when he suddenly had to leave what he once called his home more than ten years ago.
“Oh, honey,” says Steve in a voice that is so soft and caring that it makes Eddie want to cry even more. He sits down on the bed, right next to Eddie, and wraps both his arms around him, careful not to spill any of the soup. “This fucking sucks, right?”
“It does,” Eddie says quietly, and that's really all he needs to say. Steve will understand. Steve knows exactly how much Eddie was looking forward to this week, how excited he was to return to the mountains and to be reunited with his family and to show Steve all the places that hold so much meaning to him.
For ten years he hadn't been able to visit. He had missed the mountain air like a chopped-off limb and seen his cousins grow up only through grainy polaroid pictures. And now that he's finally here, his body decided to betray him and keep him chained to his bed with the worst fucking cold he’s ever had.
It's been so long since he has been home that it almost doesn't really feel like home anymore. He never wanted to leave in the first place, but the circumstances gave him no choice. When his dad got locked up Eddie had nowhere else to go but to his Uncle Wayne, who lived states away and who he had only met twice before in his life. He had to leave everyone he cared about behind: his grandma, who would've taken him in within a heartbeat if she hadn't been too old to take care of a ten-year-old kid; his mother, who had already slipped away too deep into her addictions to keep Eddie around in good conscience; his aunt and uncle, who had too many mouths to feed with too little money and couldn't afford the additional burden of another rapidly growing teenager; and his many cousins, of course, who grew up side-by-side with him and made the move feel like he was leaving an unmissable part of his soul behind.
Granted, moving in with Wayne soon turned out to be not by far as dramatic as Eddie had prepared himself for. It turned out that Wayne was actually a better parent to Eddie than his dad ever was. But no matter how much love and care Wayne gave him over the years, it could not be enough to replace home. Nothing was.
Ten years had passed since Eddie left. Most of the cousins moved out, either to find a better life for themselves or to follow the path that Eddie's father had taken. Some of them had kept in touch with Eddie, some of them hadn't. Some of them had gained a family of their own, with spouses and nephews and nieces who Eddie never got to meet.
And now he's back, and everything keeps going differently than how he envisioned it.
He blinks away his tears and tries to eat as much as he can stomach of his aunt's soup.
“Your cousin Jay called,” Steve tells him. “He insisted on visiting tomorrow, whether you're feeling better or not. He said he can’t wait to see you.”
“That's nice,” Eddie answers flatly. “D'you know he hasn't reached out to me in years?” He sighs. “It's so weird to be back here. I thought it would be different.”
“Different how?”
“More like coming home, I guess. But all the places have changed. I barely know some of those people anymore.”
He places the unfinished bowl of soup aside. Steve pulls him closer in his arms and presses a gentle kiss on his curls.
“I've felt so angry about Hawkins for so long,” Eddie admits to him, “but now it's like I don't belong here anymore either.”
“You do belong in Hawkins, you know,” Steve tells him.
Eddie huffs.
“No, I'm serious,” Steve insists. “Has Wayne ever told you that he thinks you coming to live with him was the best thing that ever happened to him?” He doesn't wait for an answer as he continues: “And your bandmates, the Hellfire Club, all those lost sheepies you've been looking out for over the years... Maybe Hawkins didn't exactly welcome you with open arms when you just came there, but you made a home there. You did that.”
“And where are you on that list, Stevie?” Eddie asks, a teasing edge returning to his voice despite how awful he’s still feeling.
It takes Steve a few seconds to answer, but when he does, he sounds surprisingly soft and genuine, almost shy.
“Wherever you want me to be.”
“Don't worry big boy,” Eddie tells him softly, nuzzling his face into Steve's chest, where it's warm and where the sound of Steve's heartbeat forms a comforting presence. “You're the most important part of what home means. Top of the list, whether we're in Hawkins or here in the south or on the other side of the world.”
Steve hums and kisses Eddie's temple.
“I do wish this week would've been more like how you wanted it to be,” he says. “But for what it's worth, it sounded like Jay was really excited about reconnecting with you. Let's see if you can sleep off this cold, and tomorrow will be a new day, alright?”
Steve starts to pull away to leave Eddie alone in the bed again, but Eddie clenches his fists around the fabric of his polo.
“Stay with me?”
Steve chuckles softly. “Of course.”
He sits back down on the bed with his back against the wall and gently manhandles Eddie until he's lying with his head in Steve's lap. And with Steve's fingers softly stroking through his hair, Eddie quickly drifts back to sleep again.
Tomorrow will be a new day. And even if being back is bittersweet, at least Steve is with him - and the sound of Steve's heartbeat will always be home.
This one's for my dear friend dae @strawberryspence because sometimes life sucks and while nothing can actually solve it, some warm soup and a loving hug can at least make things a little bit more bearable <3
#don't mind me rambling about stranger things#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#fruity ficlet
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Hi! Could i request ghost with a civillian!m!reader? Just this 6"4 elite sniper, losing the family he'd worked to have, sacrificing every shred of his life to the military, trained to snap a neck in seconds, and his soft and pilant and naive little boyfriend who lives his life with cats and books and plants .... him just trying to protect his boy from the world ❤
(Can be fluff or smut, and no pressure to complete this request! Take your time and have a good day!)
Ghost and his cute little boyfriend
M4m
Oh my good i absolutely love this, I might actually turn this into a series, I love the wholesome stuff.
It’s a bit short but I really enjoyed making it, I hope you enjoy it too.
Feel free to make requests!!
Ghost has been through a lot, spent his whole life in and around the military, it was the only thing he was good at, only thing he had, he even lost his best friend recently, but, he still has you, the cutest little boyfriend he could ever ask for.
Ghost finally gets home after the months of being away on mission, a lot happened, and he’s not gonna burden you with that. He just wants you, and all your weird, childish behavior. He opens the door and walks in
Ghost-“love, I’m home”
He hears you yelling as you run to the door and the cat’s meowing
Reader-“Simon!”
You run up to him,you and all 5”4 140 pounds of you, wearing the skull pajamas he bought you because he thought you’d look cute. You wrap your arms around him and kiss him over his mask.
Reader-“I missed you, I missed you so much. So did skull crusher and clover”
Those are the names of the cats you two have, you can clearly tell who named who. The cats come up and rub up against your and his legs. Ghost smiles and closes the door behind him, then he takes his mask off to kiss you properly. As soon as his lips touch yours you blush, ghost chuckles
Ghost-“I missed your cute face”
He walks over to the living room and plops down on the couch, you sit next to him, clinging onto his arm.
Reader-“how was it? I-I know you don’t like talking about it, but still, I wanna know you’re ok”
You say with concern in your voice. He nods and thinks for a second
Ghost-“a lot happened…but I’m glad I’m back now, and I don’t think I’m leaving again anymore”
You gasp and kiss his cheeks over and over
Reader-“really?! So we can spend more time together?”
Ghost-“yes love, we can spend more time together”
He smiles and kisses you again
Reader-“well I-i made you a cake”
Ghosts eyebrows shoot up
Ghost-“you did?”
Reader-“yeah, come on”
You grab his hand and drag him to the kitchen, more like he lets you drag him, you could never pull him. You point to the counter which has a cake sitting on it. It’s vanilla, with some black frosting and a lopsided skull drawn into it, attempting to look just like his mask. It’s…not great, well, let’s be honest, it’s shit, but he loves that you do stuff like this for him.
Ghost-“I love it”
He says with a smile as he grabs a fork and takes a small bite, it’s a bit grainy and a bit bland but he didn’t decide to date you for your cooking.
Reader-“it took a while, I-i messed up a lot. I wanted to make you happy”
He smiles and looks at you
Ghost-“just you being here makes me happy love”
You two stare into each other’s eyes, thinking about going into a full on passionate make out session before you’re interrupted by meows. Ghost sighs and looks at the cats
Ghost-“bastards”
He leans down to pet them
Reader-“let’s go watch a movie”
Ghost-“good idea, can I choose?”
Reader-“sure just…none of that scary stuff”
Ghost scoffs
Ghost-“really?”
Reader-“yeah, you know how scared I get”
He nods
Ghost-“yeah, fine. Now come here”
He grabs you and picks you up like a little prince, you blush and cover your face
Reader-“babe”
He chuckles and carries you to the living room
He loves you more than anything, and you make his dark life just that little bit brighter.
#cod x reader#simon ghost riley#m4m#gay#bisexual#ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#ghost x male reader#fluff#cod fanfic#simon riley x you#cute#boyfriend#cod smut#ghost x you#ghost cod
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Neighbors I
For my 🐱 anon I hope you like it. It's gonna have to be multiple parts. I've really enjoyed writing it so far!
Warning: lots of fluff and pining. Very domestic Harry stuff.
Harry was glad she asked because he would do anything for her and he was glad she felt comfortable asking for such an intimate thing. Harry knew being a single mum was a challenge like no other. He wanted her to have the world and he would help however he could.
Harry was suffering.
It had been two weeks since he last spoke to her. At first, he thought he was imagining the lack of communication. He even convinced himself that it wasn’t anything to do with him. She was busy. Her mum came to visit. She was visiting her brother. Rory was on a play date while she was at work today. Another mum asked her to babysit, and she brought Rory to play while she did.
Harry was sitting by his front window, looking out to the street and saw her adorable little home just right there. But she wasn’t. Neither was Rory. He missed them both so much and it made him think about the day he moved in and saw the sweet girl and her little boy playing in the front yard.
*
Harry was on his phone video chatting with his mum and sister when he pulled into the driveway. He was showing off his little house that he had gotten all to himself, and he was so proud and happy. It was going to be his place where he could be and do whatever he wanted and not have to worry about anyone else.
Except for the most adorable neighbors he could have asked for.
“Hi!” A tiny shout came from out of thin air. Harry was mid-sentence chatting with his family when he spun to see the little boy waving enthusiastically from across the street.
“Oh, Harry he’s so cute,” Gemma cooed from his phone.
Harry was so startled by the little voice he forgot his camera was showing off the whole neighborhood. “Hi there,” Harry waved his free hand as the little boy’s mother knelt beside him and whispered something in his ear with smile and she fluttered her fingers at Harry gently. He wasn’t sure what he said, but the little boy threw his hand over his mouth and he swore he saw her mouth ‘sorry’ and she must have explained Harry was on the phone to the little one once more because he put his finger to his lips to keep quiet.
“I think I have t’meet the neighbors,” he told his mum and sister with a smirk.
“Try not to fall in love with the first girl you lay eyes on,” Gemma said knowingly but the glint in her eye was saying anything but the words that left her mouth. She knew her brother was one to fall in love quickly. Especially if he was going to be in close proximity to the sweet looking girl she could only barely make out on the grainy video call.
“Or her son,” his mum replied with the same glint in her eye as Gemma. Harry had such a soft spot for children. He was good with them and adored them immediately. Little ones liked how tall he was and marveled at it. He chuckled shyly and shook his head as he headed across the street. He hung up on the only women in his life up until that very moment where the whole trajectory of his life changed meeting his new neighbor.
“Hi,” he said with a smile so bright it warmed her thoroughly—Harry looked like pure sunshine. She was still crouched beside the little one and she was lucky she had her son to distract her a bit from the beautiful sight of him.
“Hi,” she answered and wrinkled her nose at the boy in her arms. “Are you shy suddenly?” She asked the little boy and squeezed his sides making him giggle and try to hide his face against her neck. “Go on, you wanted to introduce yourself,” she said and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
Harry also crouched down in front of the two and he stuck his hand out to the little boy. “M’Harry, what’s your name?” He asked.
“Go on,” she encouraged. “You can do it,” she whispered in his ear loud enough for Harry to hear but still just for the little one.
“I Rory,” he said incompletely and put his hand in Harry’s (it was the wrong hand which just made Harry melt a little more).
“S’nice t’meet you, Rory. This is a nice neighborhood y’got here. M’glad I got t’meet you on m’first day here.”
“This is Mommy,” he said and gestured to the beautiful girl he was standing in front of; she was young for sure. Harry couldn’t not notice she was young. Especially for how little Rory looked. It was hard for Harry to not notice every little detail about her—she was beautiful from head to toe, and it was easily the fastest Harry had ever become smitten with a girl. “She 25,” he volunteered.
“You’re supposed to tell him your age not my age, you goose,” she rolled her eyes with a smirk and squeezed his sides again making him giggle. She kept her eyes mainly on her son, but they darted over to Harry every so often.
“I free!” he said holding up three fingers proudly. “Mommy teached me,” he said and then listed off the numbers one through ten counting the rest on his finger.
“Cool lad,” he said with a smile. “You’ll have t’teach me,” he winked at him. “M’not so good with numbers,” he explained.
“One, two three, four...” he started quickly.
“Easy baby,” she said. “Don’t want to scare him off before he’s been here a day,” she winked in Harry’s direction.
“Oh, I don’t scare easy,” Harry told her seriously. He held her gaze for the first time since he walked over without looking at the little one. Rory was contentedly staring back and forth between the two putting his thumb to his mouth. She offered her name and held her hand out to him.
Harry took hold of it and wished he could never let go. Her hand felt so perfect in his. He could have cried. He couldn’t wait to tell Gemma and his mum. “Lovely t’meet you, kitten,” he murmured.
“Mommy not a cat,” Rory giggled.
“I know lad, but she’s pretty like one,” he winked at her and watched her long enough to see her cheeks turn pink at his assessment. Feeling proud of the reaction he turned his attention back to Rory. “S’like how she called y’baby. You’re not a baby but you’re cute like one.”
“You talk funny,” Rory giggled.
“Rory James,” she scolded lightly with an eye roll. She didn’t sound mad like any mother that had scolded their son before. Harry’s own mum would say she was too gentle—even if it wasn’t needed. “That’s not polite,” she said knowingly and pursed her lips at him in disappointment. “Say sorry to Harry, please,” she nodded at him expectantly.
“Sorry, Harry,” he said softly looking remorseful. His lower lip jutted out and Harry swore he saw his eyes glisten with a set of tears.
“Oh, s’alright lad,” he smiled gently and rubbed his hand up and down his little arm. Harry didn’t want to condone his actions since she told him to apologize, but it wasn’t a big deal. Harry knew where she was coming from too. “I do talk funny, don’t I?” He winked at him and gave his arm a little squeeze. “You talk kinda funny t’me too,” he stage-whispered to him and made him giggle.
Rory yawned after a minute. “Mommy, sleepy time?” He asked rubbing his eye with a little fist. Harry was in love with this little guy as much as he was in love with his mother.
“Oh yes, definitely nap time,” she said and finally stood, scooped him into her arms and gave Harry a gentle wave. “It was nice meeting you, Harry. Thanks for saying hi,” she grinned so gently and beautifully, Harry wanted to take a picture of that smile and cherish it forever. “Can you say, ‘see you around’ to Harry, before you fall asleep?”
“See around, Harry,” he repeated sleepily from the crook of her neck.
“See y’around, lad. Don’t let the bed bugs bite,” he said softly.
“Bye Harry,” she said gently.
Harry gave a wave as she retreated inside. He returned back across the street ready to unpack as quickly as possible and find as many excuses as he could to see the pretty girl and cute lad again.
“Mommy?” Rory asked tiredly as she carried him down the hall to his room. Her head was spinning with the image of the guy across the street. Harry was undeniably attractive. His hair begged to have her fingers sink into it. His eyes were so gentle and green she was sure he could have seen her swooning over him. He was tall and physically fit. It was unbelievably unfair he lived across the street. She adored her little boy but there was no way she could ever expect Harry to want to be in a relationship with someone that had a son so young.
“Yes, my love,” she hummed softly interrupting her daydream of Harry.
“What bed bug?” He asked sleepily. She giggled.
*
Harry spent his days working from home as a virtual psychologist. He was very lucky to work remotely, only having to go into the main office once in a blue moon. It was nice to work from the comfort of his home office and not have to worry about traffic or things like that. The clients he worked with suffered from a range of anxieties and Harry did his best to help them cope.
But maybe the best benefit was the view. From his office he could watch the sweet girl across the street.
She ran a home daycare during the day and he watched her periodically flit about the house and yard with several little ones in tow. They followed her like little ducklings, and she was so good with children it made Harry ache for something he didn’t even know he wanted at that moment. He couldn’t even hear her sing or talk to them from her view but the way she bent to their level made eye contact with them, it was so obvious that they loved and adored her. She treated them like people.
Harry liked that a lot.
Three nights a week another car parked in her drive and she was flying out the door dressed in what had to be a waitress uniform. She returned late at night—sometimes past midnight—Harry didn’t see past midnight all that often, but he saw it once or twice, so he made the assumption. Despite the lateness of the hour, she was always up and ready the next morning bright and early; she was chipper and beautiful for the little ones that liked to watch her almost as much as Harry liked to watch her.
On Sundays she played with Rory in the front yard.
“Rory!” She shouted as Harry ran by. Harry stopped in front of their yard and crouched down to snag the boy before he accidentally ran into the road. They didn’t live on a busy street; in fact, there wasn’t a car in sight, but it was the principle of the thing. He saw the way her heart took off and she looked stressed but relieved as Harry spoke to her son.
“Y’can’t run in the road, lad,” Harry told him.
“You run,” he pouted.
“M’a little older than you, lad. And even still, m’running on the sidewalk,” he said gesturing to the space beside the road. “The road is for cars, s’not for guys like us,” he explained.
He nodded knowingly. “Mommy says I get hurt,” he contended.
“Mummy’s right,” he nodded back. “She’s very smart,” he said looking over the top of Rory’s head and smiling at the poor love that was still eyeing the road as if it betrayed her.
“Baby, we don’t want to bother Harry; he’s running,” she said moving closer to him after a moment.
“I run?” He questioned, looking up at Harry expectantly.
“No, love he—”
“That sounds like fun Rory!” He stood up grabbing hold of Rory’s hand and winked at the speechless girl as Harry stepped off the sidewalk and let Rory run a few toddled paces up the road. Following alongside Harry cheered for him. “Wow, lad! Look at y’go! Can hardly keep up!” he chuckled as he pretended to struggle to run after Rory.
Rory giggled. “I fast!” He said excitedly.
“Sure are,” she called from a few paces behind. Harry turned back and smiled at her again.
All that was two years ago, though. Back when she was still talking to him, and Harry didn’t have to wonder what was going through her head. When Harry was still part of watching Rory grow and they developed their own routines as neighbors and friends. Before she decided to cut Harry out.
*
Shortly after moving in, she called Harry nervously. She gave him his number in case he needed anything while he was away on business or if she had any concerns about his house. He gave her a spare key telling her he just had a couple of plants in the kitchen that needed water every day. She returned the notion saying she rarely left when she had a toddler in tow, but you never know.
He could hear the anxiety in her voice. He got the feeling she didn’t ask for help very often. It would make sense given she was a superhero mum. Harry didn’t want to let her down.
“I’m really sorry to ask you this,” she sounded pained to ask him. Like it was physically hurting her to get the words out. Harry tilted his head as he held his phone to his ear. He glanced out his office window unable to see where she was in her house. “My sitter cancelled on me suddenly. Could you watch Rory for my shift? I know it’s last minute and I promise it will only ever be this one time...I just can’t call out this close to my start time—”
“Love the whole purpose of me working from home is I have a flexible job. I can watch him—he’s just going to bed soon anyway,” he promised. “I’ll be right over.”
“Really? You will? Thank you, Harry. Thank you so much. I promise I’ll pay you,” she said with so much gratefulness and relief in her voice he could hardly stand it.
“Don’t be silly kitten, I’d be insulted,” he said hanging up and taking no time at all to hurry across the street.
Rory was delighted to hang out with Harry. He didn’t hang out with men all that much. Harry was the best in his eyes. “We’ll have a little men club night,” he winked at the little boy. “We’ll play games, drink some juice, and watch an action movie,” it was an ambitious to do list before his bedtime in two hours, but she giggled at him and that was worth all the wins in the world in Harry’s eyes.
Harry watched him regularly—every Thursday after that.
Rory’s eyes lit up like nothing he’d ever seen before every single Thursday. It was obvious he looked up to Harry. He was the only regular man in their life, and he was the perfect role model. Harry taught Rory a lot of things in those short two hours before bed each week. Harry never thought of himself a teacher, but he never thought about how he learned to do some of the things Rory asked him to show him.
“Mommy says I can learn to pee standing up,” he whispered to Harry one Thursday almost a year after he started watching him. Harry smirked. He’d grown so much in just one year it made Harry overwhelmed sometimes. He spoke better than the three-year-old he met. Harry obviously wasn’t here for Rory’s baby days, but it had to make the poor girl just as overwhelmed some days. He was growing so fast.
“That’s cool lad. Guys usually do that,” Harry nodded knowingly with a smirk.
“Harry, how is Mommy going to show me?” He asked curiously. “Mommy told me girls don’t have to stand,” his little eyebrows were pinched together. Harry chuckled lightly. It was a valid concern and he wondered what it must be like to navigate such a different part of parenthood like that for the sweet girl. Harry was lucky his mum and dad were still together when he was potty training; that would have to be difficult for her and for Rory.
“M’sure your mum knows how t’teach y’anything, Rory. But if you’re not sure after her lesson, I can answer any question y’have,” he shrugged. “S’pretty easy,” he told him. He stood up from the couch and gestured in front of him as if there was an imaginary toilet there. “You just stand there and go like this,” he said and held his hand in front of his pants like he was pretending to pee.
“Oh,” Rory said his eyebrows furrowing together once more. “That looks easy.”
Harry nodded. “Yeah,” he chuckled sitting back down. “M’sure y’can handle it.”
“Harry?” He asked quietly. Harry was searching through movie titles on the TV to find something that he thought Rory would like before bed.
“Yeah, lad?”
“Sometimes...” he looked a little uncomfortable and stared at his little legs that barely crossed over the edge of the couch. “Sometimes I don’t want to ask Mommy things,” he told him shyly. “Could I ask you?”
Harry turned and looked at him. He frowned slightly. He didn’t want to overstep his boundary as babysitter or even neighbor, but he knew she would want to know anything going on in Rory’s life. “Rory, you can ask your mum anything,” he promised.
He nodded. “Mommy says that, too,” he affirmed. He waved his hand over to Harry asking him to come closer. “But Mommy doesn’t have a penis,” he whispered shyly—like it was a secret. “I don’t know if she knows everything about them,” he said seriously.
Harry bit back the laughter that was trying to burst its way through and he nodded seriously. “You’re right, lad. But Mummy knows how t’help you,” he reminded him. “She always helps you, yeah?”
Rory nodded. “Yeah.”
“I’ll let Mummy know that if you have questions that she can’t answer, you can ask me.”
It was jarring to have Harry in her house when she got home so late from work. Harry was reading or watching TV on her couch while the little one slept soundly in his bed. The idea of coming home to Harry made her overwhelmed even when she was so tired and longed for her own bed.
If she wasn’t so tired she probably would have thought about going to bed with Harry. Fortunately, she was tired and while she thanked Harry a million times in the span of five minutes she couldn’t think about sleeping with her gorgeous, lovely, perfect neighbor. Today she was listening to the recap of the boys’ night because Harry wanted to tell her something important.
Harry relayed the story of Rory’s line of questioning that night she smirked and rolled her eyes. “That’s very funny. I’ll be sure to talk to him. Thank you,” she said gratefully. “But...if he does...have questions that I can’t answer, could he ask you?” She wondered. Harry was glad she asked because he would do anything for her and he was glad she felt comfortable asking for such an intimate thing. Harry knew being a single mum was a challenge like no other. He wanted her to have the world and he would help however he could.
“Kitten, I’ll tell him anything he wants t’know if it’s okay with you.”
She smiled sweetly. “Thank you, I really appreciate that, Harry,” she was so tired she didn’t think anything of it and leaned in to give Harry a hug.
Harry didn’t question it because it felt so natural to wrap his arms around her and have her in his embrace. Harry wondered the last time she was held by someone outside her family. He knew from the visual he had each day that there were no men in her life besides Rory, himself, and her brother. This was too nice and too sweet. She felt so warm and perfect in his arms. He was also getting tired but he was wound up in the smell of her the feel of her so quickly it made his head spin.
All at once she must have realized her position. “Uh...sorry,” she said softly and pulled away clearing her throat. She refused to meet Harry’s eyes. “I’m very tired.”
“Oh...” he hummed. “S’okay kitten...you’re pretty warm,” he shrugged with a grin. “I like hugs too.”
She nodded and still didn’t meet his gaze. “Thank you,” she repeated. “For everything.”
*
He remembered that hug a lot when he held the pillow in his arms thinking about how he hadn’t seen her in over two weeks. He doesn’t even know what he did wrong, and it drove him nuts. Of course, he adored her but he didn’t want Rory to think he had abandoned him either.
Apparently, Rory had been thinking the same way.
“Mumma, does Harry not love me anymore?” He asked before bedtime one night.
She sighed heavily. “Oh...baby, no,” she shook her head. “Harry loves you,” she promised. She knew that was true. Despite all her misgivings and all the things she worried about. She knew Harry adored her little boy.
“How come he hasn’t played with me in a while?” He asked.
She couldn’t tell him that she was too attached to him and it wasn’t fair to Harry that he would be a father for someone else’s baby. She was thrust into motherhood and it was the best thing that ever happened to her, but she would never make anyone—but especially Harry—be a parent before they were ready. “Sometimes grown ups are busy,” she said. “He’s always there,” she promised. “And you’ll always have me,” she smiled, ruffling his fluffy hair.
“I know that Mumma, but I like playing with Harry too. And I think he likes playing with us too.”
Little kids were too smart for their own good sometimes.
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🍭 oooo something angsty with bradley 'rooster' bradshaw and “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
thank you for requesting anna!! <3 this is my first angst with rooster so i hope it's good :)
bradley "rooster" bradshaw x reader, some swearing, angst, 1.7k (she's a long one ik hehe)
You never really wanted Bradley to know how much you missed him when he was gone. Your worries tended to consume you and a lot of the time it showed, even though you tried your best to remain neutral on your sporadic video calls with him. The last thing you wanted was for him to worry about you when he was out there in the skies. He needed complete and total focus, and you knew that, but sometimes you couldn’t help it.
He looked beyond tired when he appeared on your laptop screen today—dark circles under his eyes, shoulders sagging under an intense invisible weight that you’d never truly understand, the whole nine yards. But he still brightened when he saw you, somehow still managing to look like a dream despite his clear exhaustion and the grainy video quality.
“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” He said, adjusting his screen until his head was fully in view. “Hi honey, how are you?”
“I feel like I should be the one asking you that,” You chuckled. “How are you? Are you getting enough sleep? Eating okay?”
“Yes ma’am.” You suspected he was lying just to please you, but you’d let it slide this time. You were going to see him in a few weeks, you could rag on him then. With love, of course. “I saw the picture you emailed last week, by the way. I hope you bought that dress, ‘cause as good as it looked on you, it’s gonna look so much better on the bedroom floor when I get home.”
“Bradley!” You hissed, cheeks growing hot.
“What?” He asked incredulously, shit-eating grin very present on his face. “I can’t admire my gorgeous girlfriend anymore?”
“Not like that when there’s other people around!”
“Oh, come on, they don’t care. Coyote, you mind if I love on my girl a little bit right now?”
“I’m not even in the room.” came Coyote’s voice, probably paired with an amused smirk. “Hey, Y/N.”
“Hi, Javy.” You sighed, sinking a little lower in your chair in embarrassment. Bradley was entirely comfortable around his fellow naval aviators, as he should be, but that didn’t mean you wanted any of them to hear your conversation with your boyfriend. “Maybe we could continue this conversation another time and talk about something else while I have you here?”
“Don’t be shy, baby. It’s just Coyote here, if it makes you feel any better.” It didn’t. “He’s waiting to talk to his mom.” Cute, but still uncomfortable.
“I don’t think—”
“It’s not like I showed him the picture. We’re just talking!” He chuckled, grinning cheekily.
“I feel like you’re not really listening to me right now, Bradley.” You blurted, feeling a pang of guilt shoot through you right after. He was out there only god knows where and here you were making a fuss because your feelings were a little hurt. But that was rule number one of having a partner overseas: make sure they know how you feel. Be firm but gentle.
He sobered up instantly, sitting forward in his seat with an intent look aimed at you. “Okay. Sorry.” He looked offscreen, muttered something you couldn’t make out, and when you heard the shutting of a door, you knew he’d just shooed Coyote out of the room so the two of you could talk in private. “You’ve got me now, I’m listening. What’s wrong?”
“I just…I miss you.”
“I miss you too, sweetheart. So much.” Bradley said solemnly. He tilted his head. “That’s not it though, is it?”
“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about me, I’m fine.” You shook your head, smiling at him. Or trying to, really. Bradley could always see right through you.
“No you’re not. C’mon, sweet girl, tell me what’s wrong.”
“I’m worried.” You admitted.
“About?”
“You.”
His expression turned reassuring, tone soft and as soothing as it could be through the static warping it. “Hey, you don’t have to be, y’know. I’m in good hands over here, okay? I’m gonna be totally fine.”
I’m gonna be totally fine. That should’ve been enough to reassure you, but after the last time he’d said something along the same lines ended with him in the hospital for a few weeks, it didn’t.
“I just want you to be careful, that's all.”
“I’m always careful.” He nodded. “Just pretend I’m right there with you, it’ll be fine.”
“Yeah well, you’re not here, Bradley. Easier said than done.” Your words were entirely a heat of the moment thing, but the clench of his jaw at the statement was enough for you to know that you’d just stepped in it.
“What’s that supposed to mean? You think I wanna be away from you all the time? That it’s easy for me? This is my job, Y/N, I can’t just say no when they tell me I have to leave.” He said, voice strained and low.
“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
“Yeah. Right. You didn’t mean it at all, sure. Of course you didn’t. You just don’t trust me, do you?”
“No, I—”
“No, you don’t trust me?”
“Will you let me finish, Bradley?” You huffed, letting out a sharp breath.
“You think I’m reckless.”
This was why you didn’t even want to bring your worries up in the first place. Bradley had a tendency to lash out when he was upset or felt cornered, jumping to conclusions because he didn’t know what else to do. It was something he assured you he was actively working on, but when things got a little tense, he seemed to revert right back to his ways.
“Sometimes, yeah!” Shit. You hadn’t meant for that to come out either. Out the window went rule number two: don’t spend the limited screen time you have arguing with your partner. A muscle in Bradley’s jaw ticked. “Damnit, I didn’t mean to—”
“I think we should talk about this another time. Neither of us are in the headspace to have this conversation right now.” He said, weirdly calm.
You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could say anything to try and fix the shitshow you’d just stirred up, alarm bells sounded faintly from the background of Bradley’s side of the call. His back went ramrod straight, your blood ran cold. Something was wrong.
“Bradley, what’s going on? What’s happening over there?”
He looked around, craning his neck to listen if he could hear anything else that would clue him in. “I don’t know. We should’ve been in the clear by now, I don’t know what—”
Bradley disappeared from your screen before he could finish his worryingly panicked sentence, leaving you staring at your own reflection where he just was a split second ago.
A message flashed across the previously blank screen.
Your call has been disconnected.
“No, no, no, no, fuck,” You breathed, dragging your finger back and forth on the trackpad frantically. Nothing. You tried calling him back. Still nothing. Then it began to set in.
What if something really did happen and this was the one time he didn’t come home? That might’ve been your last call with Bradley and you wasted it on some stupid argument that seemed so insignificant now despite it happening mere seconds ago. You didn’t even get to tell him you loved him.
You might never get to tell him you loved him ever again.
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There was nothing but radio silence on Bradley’s end for the remainder of the mission, and it was agony for you. You weren’t sure if he was okay, you weren’t even sure if he was alive, but you knew you had to go on as usual. Because if you stopped even for a second to think about what did or didn’t happen the last time you saw him, you weren’t sure if you’d make it to find out.
You were up out of bed the second you heard the front door slam shut in the distance the day Bradley was scheduled to come home, hurrying down the hall. Bradley was standing stock still in the foyer, eyes flitting around at his surroundings until they landed on you.
His duffel dropped to the floor with a dull thump, shoulders drooping, and when he met your gaze, his eyes were rimmed red. He looked a mess, as you were sure you did too, but the only thing that ran through your mind was that he was here.
You rushed forward, all but throwing yourself into his arms with a cry. “I’m sorry, Bradley. I’m so, so sorry, I didn’t mean what I said, I never meant to—”
“Hey, shhh, it's okay baby,” Bradley soothed, lips pressed against your temple as his arms tightened around you. “I know. I know you didn't mean it, I didn’t mean it either. It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened and the last thing I said to you was…” You couldn't even finish your sentence before a choked sob ripped through your chest, your hands fisting themselves into his jacket in a poor attempt to ground yourself. “I didn’t even know if you were—you were okay, or if—” You inhaled a shuddering breath, fighting another sob.
“I’m fine, I promise. Our comms got knocked out, but we were fine,” He assured you, stroking a hand up and down the curve of your spine. He cradled the back of your head gently but firmly, his other hand the weight that you desperately needed to reassure you that he was here. “I hated that I couldn't call you back, but I’m okay, honey. I'm okay, I’m right here.”
Bradley leaned his forehead against yours, taking your hands as soon as you stopped clinging to him and pressing them against his face so you could feel the warmth of his skin, the stubble on his cheeks, his calloused palms on the back of your hands.
“I love you, Bradley.”
“I love you with everything I’ve got, sweet girl.” He said, kissing the inside of your wrist tenderly. You smiled through your tears. “Are we okay?” He murmured, eyes searching yours for any semblance of an answer. You kissed him hard instead of responding, hoping that he would see that you didn’t care about whatever the hell you were arguing about anymore. It didn’t even matter, all that mattered was that he came home to you.
He looked dazed when you pulled away, blinking at you dumbly for a split second before grinning at you. “Well, now that that’s out of the way, let’s go see that dress, hm? See if it looks even better in person.”
You couldn’t even find it in yourself to be exasperated at his cheekiness.
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wait for me, I'll find you
AUGHHHH WHAS UPPPPPP
sorry I haven’t posted anything I couldn’t find anything new to do aughhhhhh
unplanned spinoff from this story
c/w: she/her pronouns, bigger bodies initiative mentioned, hurt/comfort, kinda bad sighhhh, rip theo you would had loved pj masks, place holder names teehee, I tried ughhh
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“angel! there you are.” dogday could feel his shoulders drop in relief, seeing his angel standing at a desk with her back to him.
he walked towards her, slightly bending down from the roof not being accommodating to his height. “we all got a little worried there when you disappeared, y’know?” he gave a grainy chuckle, slowly stopping behind her.
“even with catnap gone, I….don’t like the thought of you alone.” he trailed off at the end, feeling slightly flustered at the slight implication of wanting to be with her always.
after hearing no response from her, he shook his head and cleared his throat, “but nevermind that, what made you want to come here, angel?”
no response once more. she still faced the desk, seemingly reading something that rested on it.
tilting his head, he slowly walked beside her to get a better look, “angel? are you alright-!” he saw that look in her eyes, that look he never wanted to see again in her.
fright.
he was about to ask again what was wrong, desperately wanting to help her, until he saw what she was looking at on the table.
he squinted a bit to get a better look, before the realization hit him like a train.
oh.
oh no.
oh…..oh dear.
he slowly looked back at her, watching as her eyes closed to hold back the emotions threatening to spill.
“oh…..oh angel.” he mumbled, reaching out to her, wanting to hold her and comfort her.
but she moved away, pushing herself back to create distance. dogdays ears dropped, his tail sadly wagging between his legs.
it was pure silence between them, the only thing filling the void was the soft humming of the office lights.
he could tell by her body language that she was tense, her shoulders hitched up and hands gripping her arms as she crossed them over her chest.
he never wanted her to find out this way, he never wanted to see her so distraught like this.
he watched her take a shaky breath, before she finally spoke.
“I….why?” she whispered, finally looking at him, “why…..was this…..this was it?” she motioned to his appearance, voice getting shaky, “this was the big thing you couldn’t tell me?”
he looked down at himself, sputtering out, “angel, please-“
she cut him off, holding a hand out making him quickly stop. she took another shaky breath, “the…..the others…..the orphans.” she points at him, “did you know? were you just playing stupid with me? when you said that he-“
her voice caught in her throat, a sob threatening to break out. “when you assured me he was adopted, were you lying to me?”
he quickly shook his head, “no, no angel, I wouldn’t had never lied to you-“
“then why did you never tell me, jean?” he felt his empty chest tighten at that name. he hadn’t heard that name in years, he barely even remembered the name.
years of isolation in that cage made his memories come back from the darkness, before the hour of joy, before the experiments, before even signing up for the initiative.
he remembered working at the playcare, being another employee in the place. he remembered her, how she cared for each and every kid and how she smuggled candy to them from the outside.
he remembered how on their breaks they would talk about anything. they were both like an open book to each other.
he also remembered the last day he ever saw her as himself, his actual self. how he desperately wanted to tell her, how that will be the last time they saw each other normally.
how he had to cover it up with a smile and a tease, hugging her tightly as he whispered his last goodbye to her.
how all of that was wiped from his memory when he became dogday.
it took a moment for him to recover, clearing his throat gravely and speaking, “I…..I wanted to, I really wanted too, angel.” he whispered, stepping forward a bit, “but I didn’t want to drag you into something that I signed up for.”
he saw her step forward to him, subconsciously making his tail wagging. “I…..I didn’t want anyone else to get forced into this…..this change.” he motioned to his body, crossing his arms and holding them.
“I never wanted anything bad to happen to you,” he felt his voice crack slightly, his own emotions threatening to spill out.
the silence was almost deafening, seeing her face so full of sadness made him softly whimper, walking closer to her in a gentle and slow stride.
a sharp swallow, with a shaky breath, she finally spoke, “you know, all these years….i thought you had just forgotten about me,” she whispered, staring up at him when he met her in the middle.
she reached up to softly hold his face, dogday greatfully leaning into her palms as she rubbed his cheeks.
“you were always so full of life, so selfless, thinking about others before yourself….” he could feel his non-existent blush on his cheeks, listening tentatively as he raised his giant hands to hold the back of her hands.
“I would had done anything to keep you safe, angel.” he mumbled, rubbing her hands softly.
she let out a small laugh, sad and broken, “we could had just quit together,” she whimpered, “I would had convinced sean somehow, and we could had just brought the other kids along, layla, timothy, delilah, theodore-“ her sob finally came out, quickly bringing one hand to cover her mouth.
he saw her legs shake, and he took the chance to wrap his arms around her when she collapsed into him, holding her to his chest as she cried into him, “oh…..oh theo,” she sobbed, shaking and crying as she leaned into his chest.
he nods his head, giant hands rubbing her back softly, “I know, I know angel…” he spoke, staring at the ground solemnly.
there was a lot about this factory she had never known about, a lot to this factory she will see in the future. and he has sworn to be with her every step of the way.
but for now, she needed to not worry about the future, just the now.
she hiccuped and cried, seemingly rambling apologies up above to no one in particular.
dogday whines when he hears her apologizing, rubbing his face into her hair. “it’s not your fault, it’s not anyone’s fault….only the prototypes.” he tightens his hold subconsciously, before relaxing his grip.
“theo…..” she whimpered out, taking a deep a shaky breath, “do you think…..do you think they’re all somewhere nice? nicer then this? with an actual sky and clouds….playing together?”
a soft chuckle, dogday nodded his head against hers, “of course they are, and I’m sure they are looking down on you. giving thanks to how wonderful of a role model you were.”
she lets out a half sob with a gentle laugh mixed in. he really was still that same charming man that she knew before.
as she continued to cry into him, she pressed tightly against him, and mumbled out a soft sentence, “I missed you, jean.”
butterflies fluttered in his stomach, feeling a soft warm feeling arrive in his body. he let out a deep gentle laugh, brushing through her hair with the most soft touch, “I missed you too, angel.”
*curls toes up spits acid on the floor*
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Imagine that one scene from that animated series justice league where Batman reveals everyone's secret identity(like a badass) then takes off his cowl and they're all in shocked confusion. I mean that's baby girl Bruce Wayne, sunshine of Gotham as The Dark Knight. Then they all get really protective of him. They might've feared him before but now they know he's just baby. It doesn't matter that he can beat them all, he's baby... Idk I find the idea cute
Okay, so I love that scene dearly, but my heart screams for something more personal? If that makes sense? I'll take inspiration from one of my favorite Spider-Man identity revels.
Let's imagine this; The city, Gotham or Metropolis or just an unlucky piece of land that had a really bad day. Hal saw the building collapse first, coming down on them like an avalanche of death.
Hal isn't very good at brain work; He's not like Flash, who can map out an entire route in his mind in a blink, calculating escape routes, and distances, and lengths, and how fast he can run without injuring anyone.
He's not strategic like Wonder Woman, or pragmatic like Batman, or sensible like Superman. He's not the brainpower; But he's pretty damn good at acting like he's okay.
And withstanding that building because Superman got Injured, well.
He can do so with sweat raining down his temple and pain screaming in his system and a smile on his lips, "This is a really good arm work out, guys,"
" Hang in there, Lantern,"
He hears that you're doing great, Hal just well under his hero moniker from Barry. It's a good power up, if nothing else.
Wonder Woman rubs his shoulders before attending to the injured, helping them dig a way out before the oxygen dries out.
Another thing he's not good at is comforting people; He's lost to crying kids. Especially crying kids whose parents are paste under rubble and hubris.
His back is arching, his fire's going out. All he knows is that those little sniffles and whimpers in the hissing silence hurts worse.
The only person he can think would be worse than him at it is Batman; Stone masked, more shadow than person, a labyrinth of a man.
But Hal isn't paid to think for a reason, because Batman kneels by that kid, and places a fatherly hold on his shoulders, just like Hal's father used to do when he bruised his knees climbing trees.
He doesn't say anything, because there's nothing to say. Words aren't medicine, after all. He's just waiting, it seems like, until the kid speaks first, " My daddy's dead."
"...Yes. I'm sorry."
"But, -- but you were here. You're the justice league! No one dies when you're around! You're supposed to save everybody! So why-- why not him?!"
The weight gets heavier.
" Your father asked us to take care of you first. He protected you."
" You should've left me, then! What am I going to do now? I'm just, -- I'm just...A human."
" So am I."
" No, you're Batman. That's, -- That's not the same. You don't understand. "
Hal's vision is blurry and pained, bordering dangerously close to the deep dark void of unconsciousness, -- but he can't, he can't, God damn it Hal, be useful for once in your entire life, -- but he makes out a shadow moving.
He makes out the shape of Bruce's cowl, an armor, a secret, a mystery with no epilogue. Then he sees pale. Two dots of blue, sparkling from dark grey smudge.
When his vision sharpens, so does the tired face of Bruce Wayne.
"...Oh, holy shit."
" I do, " his voice changes, too, thought that may be just Hal's pumping eardrums playing tricks on him. He goes from grainy and rough to rain soft and porcelain. " I do know. Our pain isn't the same. But the way we can get through it, is. Together."
The kid falls in his arms. For just a moment, it seems like death won when the ring powers out.
"Shazam!"
" Hey guys," Shazam's pretty wheezy for a tank made of beef and godly hands, " Sorry for the hold up. Got stuck in traffic."
They make it out. They use the picture of Wonder Woman carrying him out on her back, and Green Arrow shoves it in his face at the first opportunity.
He doesn't expect them to stick around in the hospital. But he does need to know, " Okay, so, hopefully that wasn't a near death fever dream. But are you Bruce Wayne?"
He asks Batman, and Bruce answers, a tone of shyness not unlikely a new kid introducing himself to the class, " ...Yes. and you're Hal Jordan."
"...Was it the biceps that gave it away?"
He doesn't smile, but Hal doesn't expect him to.
" Well, I mean...I'm in for the long run with you guys," Barry offers them a dorky smile before taking off his mask, too. " My name is Barry Allen. And I'm the fastest man alive...Also a bit of a science nut. I need to see your gadgets, by the way. Your Kevlar durability is just amazing, I mean the way you somehow altered the material,--"
" Oh," Apparently, Batman can blush. It's pretty addictive.
One by one, they follow, all easy smiles, all trust.
" My name is Diana. Princess of Themyscaria. I enjoy ice cream and swords."
" My name is Oliver Queen, and if you want to make a gay joke, don't bother. I said them all and I'm getter at it. And you!" He points directly at Bruce with an arrow, " You're in so much trouble for not telling me about this!"
" You didn't tell me either."
" What kind of detective can't explain the white, blonde, rich, good looking guy apart from Green Arrow? Come on."
Hal has a suspicion Bruce already knew, but said nothing out of courtesy.
" Hal Jordan. I almost broke my spine for you, so, you're welcome for That."
Superman strokes the back of his neck and hunches his shoulders, " I'm, uh, Clark Kent. I'm a journalist for the Daily Planet. I, uh...Make a mean apple pie. Which I could really go for right now."
" Hey, you punched Lex Luthor in the face! Good on you, man."
Diana chuckles, " You'll have to make your famous apple pie for us some time."
" Sure. I like eating with friends."
Hal and Oliver are definetly discussing that blush on Bruce later.
They all turn to Shazam, who's been listening, quiet for once, before he blows a laugh, "Uh, yeah, pass. You guys are nice and all, but I'm more than fine with this. Just me. Good old Shazam."
Crack.
" Is that...Is that a fucking 10 year old?!"
" I'm eleven!"
" What the FUCK,--"
" Don't curse in front of the 9 year old!"
" Again, I am eleven!"
" Who let the 8 year old in!?"
" Wow. Adults really don't listen, huh."
Bruce quite literally shakes on one place, " Are, um, are your parents deceased by chance?" He sounds hopeful about it, too.
" So. A handsome pilot. The fastest dork alive. A badass princess. A good guy who punches hard. A bow and arrow. A weirdo. And a 5 year old. We're quite the group, huh?"
" Again. I'm 11."
" Until you don't bring me some pizza and a bear, you're nothing."
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Feb 5 2024.
Scored.
tooru o. x chubby reader
!lowercase intended for story!
summary: tooru was always used to the attention he got from girls, sometimes even guys. he knew the effect he had on them, too. but he couldn't help but be so enchanted by you. it couldn't have been his fault. not with the way he fell so madly in love with you.
warnings!
small memtion of insecurities
feeling not good of yourself
and fluffy stuff
hope you enjoy!-JJ
freshman year. he somehow was already known as 'the pretty underclassmen with astounding volleyball skills.' and they couldn't have been more right.
you were the same age as him. yet you lacked most of the things he didn't. he was tall and slender. which you weren't. he was athletic. when you looked in the mirror, you felt like you couldn't be. he was popular. yeah, a lot of people knew of you. but you wouldn't say you had the friends he had. or people liked you as much as him.
he was out of your league.
atleast in your opinion.
but when he saw you with his own eyes. he couldn't stop.
the way your hair flowed, the sparkle in your shiny eyes. the way your lips slightly parted when you wanted to say something but held back.
your body.
...
"excuse me?"
his voice rang through your ears as you passed him from after your club. you stopped in your tracks and turned to face him.
you pointed at yourself with a raised brow. "me?" your voice was like music to his ears, while you thought it was grainy and annoying.
"yeah. you." his tone of voice sent nerves through your body. suddenly, you were even more self-conscious. you tugged the back of your skirt down a bit, hoping you hadn't flashed him as you passed by. then you tucked some hair behind your ear.
little did you know that made his heart skip a beat. for once. he was nervous. "You're gorgeous." with a serious look in his eyes, his brown ones met your glossy ones.
when your eyes widened, he mentally fist bumped the air. happy that he was able to get a reaction out of you. "t- thank tou-" you fumbled over your words for a moment as your face began to flush.
"sorry- I meant thank you." you tried to tuck your hair behind you ear again. only for it to already have been.
"Whats your name?" He tried acting smooth, realizing he had a chance.
a soft smile graced your lips. "l/n, y/n l/n."
as you said your name, his eyes were focused on your lips. and the way they moved to introduce yourself.
"it's nice to meet you, oikawa!" you perked.
he seem surprised that you knew his name, so his eyes shot straight to look into yours. "how-" he stopped.
"how are you so pretty? genuine question from one pretty person to another!"
you laughed. and.
his heart stopped.
"w-would you mind if we, um." He rubbed the nape of his neck before looking down quickly.
when he did, he saw how your fingers interlocked with one another, and he couldn't help but wish that one day one of your hands would be replaced with his.
"would you like to go to the movies?" He looked up.
your eyes widened one more and your smile dropped. you didn't expect this. "oh-! u-um yeah! here I'll give you my number." you pulled out your phone.
looks like Oikawa Tooru just scored a cute date.
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MYG- Music To My Heart pt. 2
summary: you helped yoongi get past a musical block, he finally shows you the song but it was nothing like you’d expected.
part 1
It was exactly two weeks before the countdown for the song had begun, army going crazy over the teaser for the new single Dawn, yoongi had been in higher spirits ever since that night in the studio. He had even asked you to go yourself, calling your presence a blessing to his artistry.
The usual before a song release would be yoongi waiting around Hybe, either hidden in his studio or in the company of another member. Very rarely would he be home to watch a release unfold so you knew it must have been a special occasion when he stayed in the apartment with you, moving you both to the couch to join the countdown for the music video.
“How are you feeling?” You asked, nodding towards the timer on the flatscreen.
He continues to pet Holly who situated himself in between you both, paws tucked under the blanket covering your legs. “I don’t like to think too much about these things, this song is just one I particularly liked so I feel excited. It’s not like I can go back and change it.”
“You should be so proud of yourself, you worked hard for this and the fans will know that.” You shifted closer to him, hand reaching out to massage the base of his neck.
He leans into your touch, eyelids fluttering. “I’m nervous for you to see it.”
“Don’t be, did you forget I’m number one in min yoongis fan club.” You laugh lightly.
He shakes his head, not enough to disturb your soft moulding of his skin. “There’s a million people who would have different opinions.”
“Yeah, and Jungkook would be the first one in line to do that.” You sigh dramatically, causing you both to laugh.
The rapper shrugs his shoulders, smirking. “What can I say I’m an idol of idols.”
“Min Yoongi have you no shame or has it all disappeared because of the “big house, big car and big rings?”
He buried his face in his hands, flushing red with embarrassment as he laughs at the old lyrics. “Stop it.”
“Oh, it’s starting!” You shout excitedly, nudging him to face the screen. “I can’t believe you didn’t let me hear it before now.”
Regardless of your continuous badgering and occasional bribery, he wouldn’t let you hear the song, declaring you could only listen to it once the music video had been released. You’d given up after he locked you out of his studio for two days.
The soft melody began playing, the music video starts out in flashes of black white and grey. Your eyes are glued to the screen.
“Is that?” You noticed the soft humming tone he had made you record, playing over the sound of a piano.
“It’s you.” He responded, you didn’t question any further wanting to take in the entirety of the song.
The music video shows him travelling through some sort of timeline, images of the locations you’d met at and been on special dates to flickering in the background. The lyrics caused you to tear up, the words being more meaningful than anything you’d ever heard before.
“Oh, I'm runnin' round in a daze
We been walkin' so many ways
Feels like my heart's about to burst
Can't you see the take two?
Stories unfoldin' just for you
Youth with you by my side
Take my hands now”
The last verse came on and you broke, drawing in a choked breath as you pull his hand closer to you.
“It was possible because I was with you
I was happy being with you
I breathe in your voice
I stood up with your tears
Do I deserve your love?
The intersection of souls we've created over the years
I am so grateful and happy to be with you
Let's continue to be happy in the future”
You noticed the grainy picture of you two in the background, neither of your faces showing but you remembered it anyway, it was the day he had asked you out.
You wiped your face as the song came to a close, the last notes being the song you always whistled whenever you were cooking.
You’d never heard something so powerful, you’d never heard a song that held so much meaning and although you were an avid fan of the entire bts and agust d discography this was by far the most beautiful song you’d ever heard. The message being clearly a one of devotion, love and thanks. Something you often realised you’d never understand so clearly if you hadn’t met the man beside you.
As you turn to face him you realise how eyes are trained on you, you doubted he had watched a moment of the music video. “It was so beautiful.”
He ran a hand down the side of your face, wiping away a stray tear. Search the song.”
“What?” You gave him a puzzled look pulling out your phone.
As you typed the title into Naver a ton of results followed, mostly articles about the release of the song. “Now what?”
“Search the credits.” He laughed, watching your eyes.
You did as he instructed and began reading through them. You went stoic with shock as you see the word “ace” below the melody section.
When you’d first met each other he had always called you that because he said you were the ace of multitasking. Dealing with your own job and supporting him at all times whilst making him his favourite foods whenever you could.
“Yoongi I don’t know what to say it’s all so perfect.” You began crying again and this time he brought you closer to him, careful to mind the sleeping dog as he pulls your head to his neck.
“I wanted to thank you for everything these past few years. For being my best friend and accepting partner, for loving me and the members. I’ll never not be grateful to have you.” It’s only when you pull back you realise he too has tears in his eyes.
You lean in to kiss him, the action speaking louder than words. “I love you Min Yoongi.”
“I hope I can spend the rest of my life with you.” He whispers back, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“I’m not going anywhere.” You kiss his head in return earning a smile.
“You really are something.” He laughs, lacing his fingers with yours.
“Wait until your number one fanboy Jungkook finds out you made a song about me.”
He rolls his eyes, fake groaning. “I’ll never hear the end of it.”
You humm, tapping your chin dramatically.“You won’t but neither will I.”
“And why is that?” He raises an eyebrow, cockily.
“Because I’m yours forever.”
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Hii I have a cute idea for you, could I please request a Masterx reader (I'll let you pick which one you prefer) the master travels back to the past to enact a plan of theirs but somehow they bump into you but this version of you hadn't met him yet. You start talking with them feeling you can tell them anything. The master then tells you that they know what you want, "you want adventure, passion and maybe even a little danger." You then ask them what they want to which they hypnotise you before saying "I want you to get everything you're looking for but right now I want you to forget that we've met and seen me, I can't have people knowing I'm back." They then kiss your forehead and then leave.
If you don't like this idea then absolutely feel free to ignore it. Have a lovely day :)
Stumbling in surprise, you almost lost your balance. The cause of said stumble being suddenly walking into a man that you hadn’t seen when turning the corner. A gloved hand quickly reaching forward to steady you before you could fall.
“Careful, my dear.”
You were breathless. And not from the almost fall. No. He had the most alluring voice that you had ever heard in your life. His well fitting suit and well maintained pepper and salt hair were a strange but welcome sight. He must be a visiting politician or higher up military man that wasn’t a part of UNIT.
He wasn’t a familiar face- though a part of you did feel like you should recognize him. You had made sure to memorize the faces that you would typically encounter in your job. It had been the only way to make your anxiety over the new position manageable. Being a top secret military lab technician was difficult enough without the fear of insulting someone important.
“Sorry,” you were slow to shake yourself out of your absent mindness and apologize.
Hopefully the man wouldn't mind!
“No reason for you to apologize. It seems we were both in too much of a hurry to pay attention to our surroundings.”
Smiling softly up at him you were glad that he was being so kind.
“Where were you headed?” Gently asking as you took a step out of his grasp.
You weren’t sure why you asked. It’s unlikely he would want to tell you, but you couldn’t help but want to prolong your meeting.
Soft, warm brown eyes looked deep into your own, “to the specialized lab,” he answered.
“Oh!” He was going to the same place as you were! “Umm, you’ve actually passed it, Sir.”
“Ah, I suppose that I must have missed a turn,” he didn’t seem embarrassed or even worried about admitting to his lost nature. He entered back into your space and guided your hand to rest in the crook of his arm. “Would you mind terribly guiding me there, my dear?”
“No! I mean of course not,sir,” you stumbled over your words almost worse than you did your own feet.
“Lead the way, my dear.”
A pleasant silence accompanied the two of you as you continued on your way to the lab. Broken only by gentle questions about your work, and how you joined UNIT. Not even hesitating to answer him honestly. Feeling that you could tell him anything.
The lab was messier than you would have liked when you entered. If you had known you would have a charming guest you would have cleaned it up some. There were projects scattered around the room.
“So what did you need to do here, Sir?”
“If you would permit me one more question before I get to business matters,” he started to ask his question before you could even nod in agreement. “What did you hope to get out of joining UNIT?”
“I wanted to be a part of a group helping with advancements and using technology that was beyond the scope of normal labs,” was your instinctual, practiced answer.
“I see.” His voice fondly expressed his disbelief of your response.; tutting at you “See, I think you want more than that. I think you want adventure, passion, and maybe some danger, my dear.”
Blinking in surprise you slowly start to realize where you recognize him from. UNIT only has one video of the man. Grainy and from a distance just close enough to hear but not to really see him. Saying something in a manner so frighteningly similar to the cadence of those sentences.
The Master.
Someone you had been warned about when you started. And here you were having let him into the lab. Alone. With you.
“What do you want,” the ‘with me’ went unspoken.
“I want you to listen to me,” the hypnotic sound of his voice made your head spin.
For a moment you considered trying to resist, but the fear that your fate would be worse if you did stopped you. You let him take hold of your mind. It felt soft, floaty. Much kinder than the descriptions had made it seem it would be. Everything sounded eons away yet you could still hear him.
“What I want is for you to get everything you desire and deserve, my darling. For now, however, I will settle for you forgetting I was ever here.”
You only remembered the feeling of lips against the crown of your head for a moment before you were looking around in surprise at being back in the lab. When did you walk back over? Maybe you did need to start drinking coffee to stay alert like the others did.
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omg what brushes and program do you use?
Oh I'm not sure this answer will be very usefull from amount of brushes listed. I have very few faves actually and mostly like them because they help me circumvent my perfectionism.
So right now I'm using Clip Studio Paint but I've been using Photoshop for a looooong time. Till they pissed me off too much with adobe adobeness. That's why part of my brushes are originally photoshop ones I've ported to CSP.
I mostly do linearts, like overly detailed ones, like this closeup:
Which I used DAUB FunnyGranny2 and back in PS times (and also now sometimes) I've used Kyle's Drawing Box - Animator Pencil 2016 from Kyle Webster (now available for free with PS as far as I know? still I had bought them ages ago and just ported it to CSP, works ok)
I like those two brushes because they are slightly grainy and aren't 100% smooth which helps me not to be as precious about smoothness. Otherwise I'd be smoothing it over and over again. Also they loose a bit of opacity with lighter touch which I like :)
I also like the Belgian Comics Smoother from Kyle's Inbox. It's very smooth but has a nice shape so I use it for touchups on color flats and lettering.
As for my more recent spiderverse comics of following close up:
I need to make them quick so everything is on 2000x2000 canvas and is linearted with DAUB - Fluid Ink Chisel 2 set permanently on size 30 so I won't be tempted :D It may not be grainy but I like how it changes it size and opacity with pressure and how it changes it's shape with direction of line.
Besides that I mostly use flat colors (I love the Lasso Fill tool in CSP) and regular soft airbrush too add some gradients.
I don;t use them that often but I also like Mirre's markers + blender if I do some actual shading but I also use Kyle's gouaches then.
And that's about it :)
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a softness only he holds
pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader
synopsis: And it feels like the end and the start of a movie I’ve seen before
tags: HEAVY ANGST, written in 1st person pov, soft Bakugou, inspired by the song, ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine, descriptive kissing, honestly idk what to tag but this is quite heavy and it’s very sad
w.c : 1.2k
a/n: Halu! Oh gosh, this… this is sad. I was crying when I wrote this because somehow, it feels too close yknow. I hope this writing, though sad, soothes a part of you that loves Bakugou. Katsuki is really special to me and maybe that’s why I chose him for this piece. Anyways, please take care of yourself, if there’s anything going on, make sure you don’t hold it by yourself. I love you.
Eyes blinking at the grainy ceilings as I stretched my hand upwards, trying to reach it. It’s a never-ending reach, it’s like the ceiling is too far and I can’t ever seem to reach it. With a sigh, I took my hand back into my chest, and curled myself in. There is a deep emptiness in me, words ghosting on my lips. These things crept through my skin, like goosebumps crawling but instead it’s something more inexplicable. In my emptiness, my eyes fluttered, heaviness lay on my bottom lashes as a single tear glide down, staining the sheets beneath me; I closed my eyes.
“My love why are you crying?”. I jolted from the voice beside me, as clear and as loud, my head snapped up from my curled position. My eyes met Bakugou Katsuki who’s back was against the head board; his eyes behind those glasses stared at me with a softness. Upon seeing my terrified and confused look, he took off his glasses and places it and the book on his hand on top of my side table.
“Bakugou?”. I whispered, and the blonde’s face contorts, somewhat insulted by something as he reaches forward, brushing his hand on my damp cheeks. I steeled from the touch, trying to understand what’s happening. Sadness washes over his face, unsure on what to do as he retracts his hands back.
“Did I do something wrong? Why are you calling me by my goddamn family name?”.
“Why are you on my bed? No—How could you be on my bed? You don’t exi—”.
“Aha! I knew it!”. Bakugou said, as he approaches me again, his hands held onto my arms. Gently, he pulled me to his body, hugging me tight, my head on his chest.
And maybe that’s the explanation, maybe I did have a bad dream. A dream that was horrible and dark and empty, lonely. It has to be a bad dream because this feels so real. Skin meeting skin, a heartbeat drumming against a hard chest and the subtle caramel scent reaching my nose. He feels too alive.
Yes, that must be it.
So, I chuckled, pushing myself up while I place myself on his lap. I gaze at him; I could see everything. His red eyes, and his thick lashes, I held out my hand, letting it touch the side of his face. The stubbles on his cheek pricks my skin, Katsuki, my Katsuki. I couldn’t help but stare at him shamelessly, stare into my heaven on earth, his being held in my palm.
Katsuki smile at me tenderly, as he places both his hand on my waist. “Don’t look at me like that”.
“Like what love”.
“Like there’s an impending something”. I shake my head, touching his forehead with mine as my thumb mindlessly caress his cheek. With a fulfilled sigh, I went back to his chest, wanting to hear that heartbeat again. He took a hand, holding up and kissing the palm, his other hand tracing patterns on my waist. Katsuki held me tight into him, his chest vibrates from his humming and I want to savor this moment. The man would never understand how fulfilling his presence is. The emptiness I felt before gone, filled with the love he poured endlessly. I looked up from his chest, and I could clearly see his stubbles and I poke it again, and I could feel it, again. Katsuki looks down and smile softly. I held his face and kisses his chin.
And of course, my lips touched skin. “I love you Katsuki”. He hums again, as I pull myself up and come face to face with him. I trace his eyebrows as his eyes flutter close. His nose, high and strong and his cheeks, though chiseled, there’s a softness to it, as I pinch it and red eyes glared at me. I place a soft kiss on his nose, telling him sorry; a dumb smile on my face. Then I place a thumb on his lips, soft, hot under my finger and real.
“Kiss me”. He said hushed, and I obliged. I lean forward as he places a hand on my cheek. And it feels real, it must. His lips met mine, and it feels pillowy, a softness one could only feel through meeting a lover’s lips, and with his I could feel softness incomparable, and deep, careful love.
I could feel myself melting into him, as I deepen the kiss, eyes closed. I could feel his tongue parting my lips, and when mine touches his, it was another kind of softness that I think only he holds. My body heating up with our proximity and after what feels like heaven, he unlatches his lips; both of us trying to catch our breath. In this moment, I knew this is where I belong. In the arms of him, melting into him, heart filled with him. An urge burns in me, a love I never thought exist within me, a love concealed by hatred I indulged and this love had saved me. Katsuki saved me from an impending something.
“I love you Katsuki”. He watches me, sorrow evident in his face and I am puzzled.
“I love you too… but I’m sorry”.
“Why are you sorry Katsuki?”. He shook his head, holding me close to his chest once again. His grip was tight, as if I will float away and instinctively, I held on, letting myself hear. Thump, Thump, Thump.
“I am so sorry my love”.
No, of course not.
I look up again from his chest and he was already looking down at me. His eyes watering as I reach up, wiping away the strayed tear. There’s a bittersweet smile etched on his face and I knew, but I didn’t want to believe.
Please no.
“Please Katsuki…please, don’t.” Despair and hopelessness brimming through my eyes, as I fist his shirt. Please, please, God, please let me stay, please. He’s my happiness, a torch, the sun, the life, a reason, everything, my everything.
“You’re…”. I shook my head, urging him to stop but he continues. “You’re okay… You will be, and maybe… one day—nevermind”.
“One day what Katsuki?”. He could only smile at me, and I opened my eyes wide, making sure I’m seeing this, printing it in my memories because I knew. He left a long and deep kiss on my forehead, wiping the tears of my face; but it’s useless. I am already sobbing and the burn on my chest had gone beyond pain. He kissed me again, the softness I knew leaving me and I tried my best to feel it. The smell, the touch, him, Katsuki, I’ll remember him.
And my eyes fluttered open, staring deep into the beige ceiling. My lips tremble, as I slowly glance to my side, please let it not be a dream, and it is. My lover; the only salvation from this life stayed in my dreams, and I woke up to gaze in this wretched world again. A world without him and his softness. A sob left my lips and I quickly clasp my mouth shut, the other clutching, clawing my chest.
“But it’s not real, and you don’t exist”.
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