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#this just made me laugh how he went from 0 to 100

gl1tteryzebra · 1 month

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kinda can’t stop thinking about rafe fucking me somewhere jj can see as a way to mark his territory on me 🤭🤭

anon darling it’s just like you’re tryna distract me from my responsibilities, this is so fucking hot (sorry this took so long)

you struggled to maintain balance against the slippery surface of the glass pane; one leg curled around rafe’s hip, the other acting as a wobbly support beam for the rest of your body.

shallow puffs— and on occasion, a groan —slipped past the blonde’s lips. aside from that, the only other noise reverberating throughout the dark room was a product of sarah’s so called ‘charity case party’ downstairs.

rafe’s less than affable sentiment toward the pogues was no secret, but at least when you were around it gave him something else to focus on— even if their presence still got beneath his skin. tonight was different, however. different in the sense that he was given a reason to pick a bone– and unsurprisingly, he snaffled the opportunity up like a provoked animal.

even if a kind heart resided somewhere beneath jj's signature tattered tank top, this didn't stop him from being a real pain in the ass from time to time. it started when you arrived home from country club, loud laughs floating through the front door as the group of friends congregated around the kitchen, enjoying a few beers.

rafe had been intent on dragging you upstairs as fast as your legs could carry you when the mischievous blonde made a harmless jibe at your boyfriends 'anti-social behaviour'. rafe merely rolled his eyes, continuing to trek toward the staircase... but then jj just had to bring you into it.

"hey man if you don't wanna stick 'round that's cool, but you're misses is more than welcome... gotta spot for her right here." your eyes scrunched closed as he obnoxiously patted his thighs; you knew where this was headed.

when rafe chuckled, the sound was ugly and humourless and regretfully familiar. you were forced to hold him back as his large frame lunged at jj, a brief commotion ensued– sarah and kie screaming and clawing at the boys to stop– before your boyfriend finally came to his senses (it was a suicide mission going 1 v 3).

he flung an arm over your shoulder, wiping a small blotch of blood from his nose with a snort. "i'll be lookin' out for you at the club, jj, hopefully we can continue this civil conversation then."

you were quick to coax him onward as the other blonde shouted out an equally childish response.

rafe's emotions only ranged between 0-100. he was never happy, but ecstatic, and the same went for the other side of the coin; he was never mad, but fuming. that's why when you reached his bedroom and he began the process of aggressively tearing off his clothing, you knew you were in for it.

and that was how you ended up here: splayed against the cool glass of rafe's bedroom window, exposed from your head down to your toes as his hips flick into yours ardently. the pool was just around the corner of the weatherboard plantation, and you scrunched your eyes in embarrassment, praying no one would venture so close to be able to see.

“someone’s quiet." he huffed out, lips latching onto your neck as your head falls back in a choked gasped.

"the others, they could–" your voice dwindled into an airy mewl as he angled his hips upward, hitting that one spot that scrambled you brain.

"yeah, that's the fuckin' point." his ravenous mouth latched onto your , doing everything in his power to draw you out from your shell...and it was working.

he snickered "rafe–"

"c'mon, gorgeous. this is my fuckin' house, let'em hear– it's all they'll ever get."

you knew what he was referring to, or more accurately who he was referring to. the possessiveness practically oozing from his dark gaze, those strong hands that pinned you to the spot. he groaned when you tightened around him, face falling into the crook of your neck. sensing your end, his fingers ventured down to your swollen clit. "that's it, come on my cock."

your cheeks burned as you did just that, a loud wail of his name being extracted from your raw throat. he joined you shortly after, grunting as he pulled you into a sloppy kiss. you orbs were glossed over and delirious, and he smirked, tapping your cheek. "'m gonna go shower, don't forget to go pee."

you nodded and your gaze briefly flitted to the backyard as rafe sauntered into the bathroom, widening as a flash of blonde disappeared from view.

sincerely ~ 🦓༝༚༝༚

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cumikering · 5 months

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Alex Keller x reader 2

2.7k | soft smut, subby Alex, thigh riding, mutual masturbation

Alex is a morning person (part 1) (part 3)

Second submission to @glitterypirateduck ’s Alex Keller challenge (don’t look at me like that, if I asked you to stay would you)

Alex jerked awake, causing you to look up. He had dozed off on your couch within the 10 minutes you went to make some tea after your movie date.

You sat on the other end of the couch, comfy in your t-shirt and sweats. “I know you’re a morning person, but it’s not even that late,” you teased, moving your laptop to the coffee table next to his cold cup of tea.

He blinked, looking away. “Oh, uhh… I guess work was unusually busy today.”

“You should go. Get proper rest.” You scooted over and stroked his forearm.

He wasn’t ready to leave yet despite the tiredness. He contemplated being shameless and asking to stay the night on the couch. But he didn’t want to be too forward, so he accepted his defeat.

He didn’t expect anything from you, especially not this early into dating, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t want it. Because right then, he shamelessly fantasised about taking you home, about you in his shirt as you made coffee in the morning. He'd come up to you, greeting you with a kiss on your bite-covered neck.

“I want to see you more often. On the weekdays, even just for an hour or two.”

“I wouldn’t mind at all.” You smiled, wrapping your arms around him. “Okay, now off you go. I don’t want you falling asleep on the way home.”

He got off the couch with a small laugh. At the door, you gave him a kiss so sweet that he couldn’t help but be cheesy and dip you. The gasp you let out gave him the determination to do just one more thing before he gave in to sleep.

Alex stayed true to his words. Over the next few weeks, a date each weekend turned to meeting at least twice a week. It included picking you up from work to have dinner at yours before leaving with a pout when you told him to go at the end of each night.

That evening when you got in his car, your greeting kiss couldn’t have come sooner. It had only been a few days and he’d already missed you. He stole glances as he helped boil some pasta while you did the chopping, humming along to the low music floating in the air. The activity was so serene that his mind flew to imagine more days like so, at his place, which would have been be much livelier with you.

You giggled against his lips when he pulled you in for a kiss. He could get used to this.

He volunteered to clean up as you showered after dinner, the least he could do after the delicious meal you’d made. You came out of the bathroom with damp hair, cheeks flushed, wearing a comfortable shirt and shorts.

You plopped down on the couch next to him, your arm over the backrest, propping yourself up. “You sure you don’t need to go yet, early bird?”

He laughed, bringing your knuckles against his lips. “Not yet. Still want to be with you, need to kiss you some more.”

In one swift move, you straddled him. Alex’s heart went from 0 to 100 as you guided his hands to your waist before yours rested on his chest. In awe, he looked up to your bashful smile.

Spellbound, his wide palms travelled down the side and back of your smooth thighs, taut as they held you up. He went back up greedily, wanting to feel every curve as his pants tightened. His fingers slipped under your shorts, revealing more of your thighs, the very thighs he’d spent too many hours thinking of. He could feel how soft you were, how your hips narrowed to your waist, catching the hem of your shirt as he went further up.

He made a noise. He didn’t know if it was a moan, but you couldn’t possibly get more attractive. You’d been such a tease that a little strip of your belly was enough to send him reeling.

It didn’t help that your body wash smelt so inviting. His grip on you tightened, hauling you up against him as his mouth met your hip. With a gasp, you grabbed the back of the couch. His mouth, wet and hungry, travelled up your side, licking and nipping. The sounds of his kisses filled the room followed by your pretty, soft moans. When he looked up, he was met with your hooded eyes and parted lips.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” He pressed his cheek on your collarbone. He throbbed to your heartbeat. “I’ll never be able to leave. Not when you make me feel this way.”

You let out a sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck. You rubbed your cheek on his forehead, stroking his hair.

His hands gingerly ran down your back, unsure where the limit was. “Do to me what you want. I just want to be yours,” he said, almost desperately.

Your eyes stayed on his as you sat back on his thighs. You unbuttoned his shirt, surprising him, but he didn’t resist.

His skin heated up the more buttons you undid, not daring to ask what was happening, but his heart swelled in anticipation. “Do you think we need to talk about this first?”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, embarrassed. You pulled his shirt close over his chest.

“I just… don’t want to be too forward, or make you do anything you don’t want to.”

“You’re right. I’ve never even asked if you wanted-”

“Oh, trust me. I want to, with you. I’ve fantasised about this so many times,” he said breathlessly.

You smiled. “Is it?”

“Yes, way more than I’d like to admit. I love thinking about you.”

“What about?” You ran a finger down his exposed chest.

“Will you be mad if they’re dirty?”

“I’m not sure. You have to tell me.” You continued undoing his buttons.

“Ok, well…” he trailed off, distracted by how close you were to his face before pressing your juicy lips on his. His eyes closed shut as he savoured the moment.

“Bed,” you whispered breathlessly against his lips.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Without missing a beat, he wrapped your legs around his waist before bringing you up with him, arms securing your body against his. You gasped into his mouth, the sound excited him further.

He reluctantly broke the kiss as he laid you on the bed, but before he could get on top of you, you rolled him to his back. You undid the last two buttons of his shirt before taking it off him.

You straddled him again, kissing down his neck, along his collarbones and across his toned chest, gripping his biceps. “You’re delicious, Alex,” you said against the other side of his neck.

Your hot breath sent a jolt straight to his cock.

“Come closer,” he huffed as he pulled you down to him.

You gasped when your clothed pussy pressed against his bulge. He wondered if you could feel him throbbing for you.

He brought your fingertips up to his lips. “You keep doing this to me. You’re my favourite thing to think about.”

You grinded on him with your hands on his chest, head thrown back with your eyes shut. He grabbed your hip, thankful for the rather soft fabric of his pants as his cock rubbed deliciously against your clit. With the gentle moans escaping your lips, he couldn’t help but move against you too.

With a sharp breath, you bit his shoulder gently to stifle yourself. He groaned in pleasure, now slipping both his hands under your shirt, guiding you by the waist.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathed.

You sat back on his thighs, hands trailing down his torso. His bulge had pushed his waistband off his skin, offering you a glimpse of what was under. You impatiently undid his belt and pants, revealing a wet patch where the tip of his cock strained against his underwear.

Alex breathed nervously as he watched you. Glancing up at your face, you were biting down on your lip. You ran a finger down his length, sending shivers down his back, before palming him over the fabric. He sucked in a sharp breath, hips bucking under your touch. You continued as you kissed down his stomach.

“How do you know this is what I like to think about?”

You smiled against his skin and looked up from under your lashes. “What else do you think about?”

“I’m too embarrassed to say,” he said helplessly.

“I like thinking about you too.”

You pulled his underwear down, freeing his thick cock. Your thumb swiped over his leaking tip and began stroking, eyes trained on him.

“Fuck,” he hissed. He twitched in your hand, the eye contact made him impossibly hot. He gripped your wrist. “I want to make you feel good too, want to make you moan my name.”

“How?”

“Any way you want me to. I’ll do whatever you want. I’m yours.”

“Can I ride you?”

“Fuck yes. Whatever you want.”

You stripped him down before he helped take your shirt and shorts off. Alex watched, biting his lower lip, as you pulled your underwear past your ankles. You left your cotton lounge bra on.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you teased.

He chuckled, grabbing you by the hips. “Negative, ma’am. You’re my favourite thing to look at.”

You crawled over him, your sopping pussy warm on his thigh. He flexed his muscles for you to grind on.

Alex sat up against the headboard, a pillow behind him. He wasn’t going to miss the show. He cupped your face as you began rocking. You leaned into his touch with a shy smile when his thumb brushed against your lower lip. You caught his thumb between your teeth and began sucking.

You wrapped his hand around himself and began stroking over it. His breath hitched as the pleasure washed over his body. He continued stroking when you grabbed the headboard for support.

Your juices run down the side of his thighs as you continued rocking on him. The sight increasingly sexual as you moaned with his thumb in your mouth, head thrown back. You occasionally looked at him with soft eyes before shutting them in pleasure again, but Alex couldn’t take his eyes off you at all. At this point, he was too distracted to continue touching himself.

He could see the mess you made each time you rocked back. Your loosely tied hair had undone itself somewhere along the way, leaving your hair around your face. He was addicted to the sweet sounds of your pants and the squelching of your folds against him. How your tits bounced with the motion, your hardened nubs visible under the soft fabric, begging to be sucked. You were a feast to his eyes.

“Take it off,” you said between moans.

Alex didn’t need to be told twice. He tossed your bra aside with a content sigh. You were perfect.

He brushed away the hair on your face. You hastily put his pointer and middle finger in your mouth, sucking them.

He groaned, your eyes never leaving his. “I want to make you feel good. I want you to moan my name.” He picked up his pace, his fist never felt so good before.

You hummed but it also sounded like a moan around his fingers.

“What can I do?” He pulled his fingers away to grab your waist.

You shook your head, the heat building low in your belly. “Already so fucking good,” you managed to say.

His hand trailed down your hip to your thigh. He felt around it, grabbing it, wanting to feel every inch of you.

“I’m close, Alex,” you choked out.

“Yes. Please come for me. Come on me.”

Your moans grew louder, calling out his name, your movements ragged in the urgency. You inched closer and closer to your release before finally coming with rough thrusts, his name still on your lips

“Wow, you’re perfect,” he said when you came down from your bliss, brushing your hair away from your pretty face once more.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, lightly blushing. Your heart raced against his chest. “I hope I wasn’t too loud.”

“No, you should have been louder. Fuck, that was sexy as hell.” He took your chin, capturing your lips in a slow kiss.

“Let’s get you off,” you said. You scooted backwards, and for a split second he thought you were going to wrap your sweet, sweet lips around his aching cock, but they landed on his hip instead. He leaked at the anticipation.

You peppered small kisses across his stomach as it rippled in desire, all the way to his other hip and pelvis. You were so damn close. He hoped he wasn’t imagining it that you leaned in as you looked up, your cheek brushing slowly along his throbbing length. The warmth of your breath made him shiver.

You straddled him again, your soaked pussy pressed against the base of his heavy cock. He wondered what you tasted like.

“Fuck,” he pleaded. “I want to touch you.”

“Touch where?” You bit your lip.

“Everywhere you allow me to.” He leaned up, his arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you flush to him. He twisted your face to the side, giving open-mouthed kisses on your exposed neck.

Alex went up and up, now sucking and licking your lower lip. You let out a moan, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his hot tongue against yours. Your hand slipped between your bodies to stroke his cock.

He knew he wasn’t going to last very long, not when his body felt like it had been on the brink of orgasm since you kissed him on the couch. But he was still going to try to hold on, desperately not wanting the moment to pass.

“That feels so good,” he breathed. “You always make things better.”

Your tongue trailed along his collarbones making him groan. You nipped at his shoulder, moving up his neck. You caught the quiet moan that slipped from his lips and began stroking faster. Your lips travelled further, kissing and licking at his jaw and up to his earlobe.

His body tensed, his abdomen heaving under you. You didn’t let up as you ran your tongue along the cuff of his ear. He let out another moan as your touch got unbearably delicious, bringing him closer and closer to his release.

“I want to make you come, Alex.”

His hips bucked as his grip tightened on you. Your dirty whisper was his last straw. “Fuck,” he grunted, panting.

His cock twitched as he spewed up ropes of come onto his stomach. You kept stroking, letting him ride out his high, slowing down to a stop when the flexing eased.

“Holy fuck,” he said breathlessly. His eyes travelled down to the mess he made on your hand. “Sorry,” he mumbled and straining under you to reach the box of tissues on the nightstand.

You beat him to it and helped him clean up while his eyes stayed on you, at how gentle you were, your eyes soft. He kissed your knuckles as his heart exploded. You gave him a smile and he tipped your chin up to him to kiss you.

You lied wordlessly on your bed, getting lost in his blue eyes as he held your hand against his lips. His finger traced mindlessly over your curves as his eyelids grew heavy, but he forced them open.

“You sure you don’t need to go yet?” you teased.

“I need to, but I really, really don’t want to.”

You cupped his face, thumb stroking his bearded cheek. “If I asked you to stay, would you?”

“Yes,” he answered too quickly.

“Just so you know, clothes are optional in my bed.”

“Wasn’t planning to wear any.”

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rogersideup · 9 months

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Nice to be Kneaded

Chapter sixteen

Crawl Home to You

Series masterlist

Previous Part: Everything will be Okay Next Part: Endgame

Word Count: 7,532

Warnings: My blog is 18+ only. All minors or blogs without an age in bio will be blocked. Minors DNI. Mentions of medical equipment, loss, abuse, PTSD, anxiety and depression.

"Psst"

You stopped in your tracks.

Walking the empty main hall of the compound towards where Steve, Scott, Bruce and Nat were conducting a time travel test, the only sound was the echoed thumping of your sneakers against the floor.

Steve advised you to wait it out in the living room until they were done so he knew you'd be safe and sound, then he texted you that they were all done. However, that text came in the middle of a business call, so you told him you'd come down to them when it wrapped up.

So now, here you were, approaching the pull up zone outside and trying to figure out where that noise came from.

"Sunflower!" You heard the loud whisper again.

Knowing that literally everyone here but Steve only ever called you Sugar Cookie, you knew exactly who it was already.

"Where are you?" You giggled, turning around in a complete circle to find him.

Then, he bashfully turned the corner. Arm behind his back, with a cheeky, genuine smile on his face.

"What's gotten into yo-" You asked with a giggle before he fully turned the corner and you saw what he was trying to sneak around. Your laugh turned into a gasp and your jaw happily dropped. "No fucking way!"

He propped his arm up, and attached to it was the red white and blue shield. "Tony just gave it back to me. We made up, it was actually really nice."

You stepped closer to inspect it, "I can't believe I've been with you for this long and I've never seen the shield before!"

Steve laughed at your body language. Your hands were crossed behind your back, and instead of getting even closer, your few steps kept you at a comfortable distance away from it, yet you still leaned forward and squinted your eyes to see all of its details.

"Are you so happy to have it back?" You asked, looking up at him for a brief moment to see his facial expression.

"It's like reuniting with an old friend, feels like no time has passed." His free hand lovingly pat the front of it. You still seemed very timid, and his step forward caused you to take a step back. "Are you... scared of it?"

"What? No." You denied, shaking your head.

As a test he stepped forward again but this time you stayed put. Steve gave you a confused look, unable to gauge your reaction. "You wanna touch it?"

He extended his arm out to you, and you shook your head again. "I can't just touch it!" You exclaimed like he had gone absolute mad.

"Why not?" He asked with a laugh.

"Why not?! I don't even want to breathe too hard near it! That's like an artifact, dude! Are you crazy?!" You explained like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I have lotion on my hands, and it's gonna get all over it."

"Baby, it's made out of the strongest metal on earth." Steve explained, gently grabbing your wrist and placing your palm flat to the front of it. "See? Nice shield!"

"Woaaahhhh, that's so cool." Your face turned from concerned to amazed before you ran your finger around the grooves. Then, you made a cheeky big smile at Steve, "Can I hold it?"

"Wow, quick turn around time" He noted how fast you went from 0 to 100 as he pulled his arm out of the straps.

He instructed you to hold your arm out before sliding it through one strap, and to grip the other in your palm.

"How's she feeling?" Steve asked. "I can make it tighter."

"It feels so cool!" You said giddily.

"Looks even cooler, Baby" His heart melted at the sight of his love holding it.

"What do you think? Should I get me one of these?" You asked.

"I think you need lots of training and a small lump some of money to obtain this much vibrainum, but I believe in you!" He kissed your cheek and started guiding you down the hallway again, right back towards his room.

"Sooooo, how did the test run go?" You asked, walking tall and proud with the shield on your arm.

"Not too great. We accidentally tuned Scott into a baby and an old man. But pay no mind to any of that because Tony is here, and he figured it out. So he's going to build a real time travel machine, oh- and Rocket and Nebula just got here too. Rocket and Bruce are going to go get Thor."

"Steve..."

"What?" He questioned nonchalantly.

"Is Scott back to normal?" You asked. "Why did you just brush over that part?"

"Oh yeah, he's back to Scott-ish age now." He confirmed.

"Okay great." You giggled.

"Woah!" Sounded from behind you.

Admittedly, it scared you at first. You didn't hear any footsteps, and you definitely didn't sense anyone nearing. You jumped, shrieked, and dropped the shield straight into the floor.

Steve laughed and he swiftly bent down to pick it up, and you turned to address the terrifying elephant in the room.

None other than Tony stark. "Sugar cookie stuck around, huh?"

"Nice to see you again, Mr. Stark." You greeted him while puffing out a breath and clutching your chest.

"She's polite." Tony acknowledged, Steve nodded with pride. "Just Tony works."

"Oh, sorry." You apologized for using an incorrect title.

"Rogers, didn't I just tell you to keep that under wraps because I didn't bring enough for everyone?" Tony joked, pointing at the shield.

"What could I say? She just looked so cute holding it" Steve justified.

"She looked even cuter dropping it." Tony joked. Then his eyes met yours. "You really are beautiful by the way, thanks for sticking around. Contrary to popular belief around here, I do like seeing Rogers happy."

"Thank you, Tony. I'm happy to be here." You responded politely, unsure of how to let your guard drop around the billionaire.

"Steve, meeting room in 10. We have a lot of thinking to do." Tony told Steve, then turned to you. "Would it be inappropriate to tell you o could really go for some brownies right now?"

"No, not at all." You shook your head. "I'll get right on it... Do you happen to know if Raccoons can eat chocolate?"

"This isn't about the build-a-bear." Tony shook his head. "Okay, gotta go. Kinda have half the universe counting on me to build a Time Machine."

And just like that, he walked off.

You sighed. "When he says it like that, I guess he really does deserve some brownies."

Steve giggled and leaned down to kiss your cheek. "I'm guessing you're headed off to the store now?"

"Depends. Do the Avengers have any dark cocoa powder handy?"

With his free hand, Steve reached into his back pocket and handed you the keys to his car. "Nobody here is smart enough to know how to bake anything. Of course we don't have cocoa powder."

You laughed at his statement, a little snort passed through. "I just love you so much, Stevie."

"I can tell, nobody would put up with any of this for any other reason." He acknowledged. "I love you too, Baby."

You rocked up on your tippy toes to give him a kiss. "Use your big brain, smarty pants. They need it."

"Oh, and by the way," Steve started, smug look on his face. "If you're holding the shield and you get scared, best practice is to hold it in front of you and not drop it on the floor. It can't really do much for you all the way down there."

"Yeah, yeah" You playfully rolled your eyes.

Over the next few days, Steve watched you connect with the team in ways he wasn't quite sure he's ever had. Honestly, it came quite naturally for you.

If someone was upset, it's like your brain didn't even have to think about what to do. You'd autopilot hugs and comforting words. And if someone needed a break to rest their tired brain, they'd always come to you for some fun conversation. If anyone fell asleep, you were there to throw a blanket over them.

No matter how happy it made him, he reminded you time and time again that you didn't have to stick around if you didn't want to. The conversations they were having were heavy, and he could tell a lot of them took a toll on you regardless of your efforts to not show that they did.

But you knew you wouldn't be able to sleep at night without being here for him. You wanted to make sure he was okay first and foremost, and you knew he couldn't sleep at night if you weren't there. It was a tricky balance, but one you'd do almost anything to keep the scales from tipping.

Steve had warned you not to get too attached to any of the team, he told you realistically how it works. They get along and work well together, but when the mission was done they all went back to their separate lives. He knew you and your sweet as sugar heart, and he wanted to protect it from the reality of the people he surrounded you with.

Perhaps Sam, Bucky and Nat were the exceptions. He always knew they would be there for him no matter what. Oh how he wished you could've met Bucky, he knew the two of you would be like two peas in a pod.

But in the time it took to get the whole team assembled and the machine built, he could tell his advice to you had flown out the window.

You and Nat were just too precious to separate. And Thor; sweet, poor Thor. He was really having a rough time, and you just couldn't help yourself from comforting him. Steve saw Thor bond with you in a way he had never quite seen him bond with anyone before. You made Rocket how very own tray of blondies since he definitely couldn't eat the brownies. He even saw Tony giving you business advice, that spiraled into him giving you opinions on everything about the new bakery you were working tirelessly on. Tony complemented your business model and taste in interior design on multiple occasions, which was a very high compliment.

Two days before they decided the machine was good enough for a test run, Steve decided that's when he would feel most comfortable bringing you home.

Everything in him was screaming to get you to safety, but his heart was screaming to never let you go. So, he decided the day he brought you home he'd spend the night at home with you, then go back the next morning. He knew a little bit of peace away from the craziness would help him go into the mission with a stronger, more rested mind.

Honestly, driving through the neighborhood with one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand being held between both of yours, he had never been so sure that this was his home now.

Even in just the relatively short time away, he missed everything about it. Your shared home, the bed, the running trails, the lake view lookout cliffs, and breakfast burritos from the diner.

He even almost missed the feeling of being watched by Georgia's careful eyes every time he simply exited near the view of her living room window.

When the two of you pulled up the driveway, put the car in park and turned off the transmission, he looked over at you. You were lost in thought, staring out of the window with no awareness to your surroundings. Steve felt a little crack in your heart knowing exactly what you were thinking about.

"Baby," he squeezed your hand, grabbing your attention. "You'll see them again, okay?"

You grinned and squeezed his hand right back. "I just want you guys to stay safe, that's all."

"We will be." He nodded. "You have to know that saving the world is the goal but getting home to you is number one priority. We all have too much to lose to put anything on the line."

You leaned over the center console to give him a kiss. "I trust you."

Instead of a response, his eyes were open when you pulled away, staring straight ahead. Instead of asking what he was looking at, you followed his eyes and saw Georgia conveniently out on her porch.

Rather than the perfectly put together version of Georgia everyone knew, she looked... off. Rather than a proper outfit, she was in comfortable clothes. The color in her face looked drained, other than her cheeks which were blushed pink.

This time you weren't so sure she came out to see what the two of you were up to. Especially when she slowly walked towards the railing of her porch and barely made it the few steps it took to get there. Stumbling over her own two feet to grab onto the railing, and even when she wasn't walking, she was slowly swaying like she couldn't even stand up.

"Something's wrong." You mumbled, unsure if it was to yourself or the superhero in the drivers seat.

You could tell he was thinking the same thing as you, and every issue you've ever had with her completely flew out of the window and wasn't even a thought in either of your minds as you both un-clicked your seatbelts and got out of the car as fast as you could.

Your legs carried yourself over to her faster than you even looked both ways to check for cars before crossing the street. Steve's legs were longer, they got him to her first. He walked up her porch stairs two at a time before putting his hand on her shoulder to steady her.

"Are you alright?" He questioned, full of concern.

"I'm sorry, I just haven't been feeling good an-" She started explaining, before noticing you approaching right behind Steve.

"What's wrong, Georgia?" You wanted her to keep going.

"Baby, you know I wouldn't be asking for help if I didn't need it." She told you.

You were even more worried as you could hear shakiness and mumbling in her voice. She could barely separate words on her tongue, the syllables were slurring together.

"It's okay, tell me what's going on." You reassured her, caring a lot more about her well being than anything that's happened between the three of you.

Steve was already three steps ahead of this situation. He was looking around and making a plan in his head, he knew just by looking at her that she was very very sick with something. Just with one hand on her shoulder he could feel the heat radiating off of her yet her arms had visible goosebumps.

"I just have the flu or something, but I can't go- go to the store to get any medicine." She slurred.

Her swaying was getting worse, eyes growing heavier by the moment. Getting increasingly more concerned by the second, Steve had to make a judgment call.

"Baby." Steve got your attention, now with one hand on Georgia's back and another on her upper arm. "Call the paramedics." He mouthed as to not make Georgia more concerned.

You nodded, understanding why he didn't speak it out loud. "I'm going to go grab you a few things from my house, why don't you let Steve take you inside so you can get comfortable okay? I'll be right back."

"Really I'm f-fine. Just need some cold medicine or someth-" She didn't finish her sentence.

"Georgia?" Steve tried getting her to respond, but her eyes closed.

Having already bracing for this, Georgia became unconscious and fell backwards onto Steve, but he caught her gracefully before she even had a chance to come close to the floor.

You pulled out the phone and immediately called for an ambulance as Steve set her down as gently as he possibly could before sitting down next to her and rolling her head to the side.

He was worried with a fever this high she would have a seizure following the loss of consciousness, and while you were on the phone, your big concerned eyes found his calm ones.

You answered all the questions as best you could before the dispatcher told you the paramedics would be there as soon as they could, then you hung up.

Calm as a clam, Steve sat with her with a watchful eye.

"Do you want to stay with her, or do you want to grab me a few things in the meantime?" He asked.

"I'll stay" you nodded, feeling overwhelmed and worried sick.

"Okay, I'll be right back." He nodded, swiftly standing up and jogging across the street.

He came back not even a full minute later with everything he needed to start treatment while waiting for proper medical care.

You watched as he slipped a pillow from the porch swing under her head, then put a cold wet rag on her forehead, and put down a cold water bottle just in case she woke up. Sitting down next to you on the ground, he reached out and let you play with his hand.

"She'll be okay" He explained. "I think she has a really high fever and hasn't been trying to keep it down enough. They'll probably take her and keep her for a few days, but it's an easy fix. Nothing to be worried about."

"How do you know?" You questioned sadly.

"I spent the first 23 years of my life sick as a dog." He grinned emphatically. "I know because I've been here so many times before."

You nodded silently and played with his fingers before a quiet tear slipped down your cheek and you tried your hardest to not alert Steve of your emotions, but he was always far more observant than you ever hoped he would be.

"Hey, baby." Steve pouted. "Talk to me, are you scared?"

"I'm sad." You corrected. "I care about her and love her so much, and I still do even after all this time and everything that's happened. I don't understand why it has to be like this."

"I'm sorry, Honey." Steve pouted. Though unspoken, his apology had a double meaning. I'm sorry it had to be this way, and I'm sorry for being the wedge in the strained relationship.

"I could've been here taking care of her had she just heard me out and opened her heart to you. It never had to be this way. It should've never come to this." You shook your head. "And now I feel guilty that she's alone. I feel like I have everyone and she has no one."

"That's not your fault." Steve reminded you gently. "You aren't the one who decided for any of this to happen."

"I hope she can see that I still love her, and that you're a good man when all of this is said and done because I hate this stupid grudge."

Although Steve still admittedly hated what she did to you, and wanted to be petty and hold onto it for as long as he could, he understood where you were coming from.

It reminded him of his relationship with Tony. There was a long time in which he thought it was past the point of reconciliation, but not all things were impossible, and the love he had for him never went away.

"You have the best heart, and she's lucky to still be loved by you even after all this time" Steve told you, both of you could hear sirens blaring in the distance.

"She has a sister I should call, do you think I should go to the hospital with her?"

"I think you should do whatever will make you feel like you're doing the right thing." Steve advised you. "I know this is tricky, there's no right or wrong answer, but what we already did was the right thing to do. Anything else is above and beyond."

The sirens got too loud to even respond to him, and the paramedics rushed up to to take her and treat her with urgency. But no matter how quickly they worked, a few concerned neighbors still came out to ask you and Steve about what was going on.

Apparently the nice couple two doors down from her had formed a pretty close friendship, and the wife made a pretty mindless decision to get into the back of the ambulance with her with almost no second thought. It did a lot to ease your mind, especially knowing she wasn't as along as you once thought she was.

After calling her sister who also assured you that she was on her way to the hospital, you felt a lot better and decided to stay home and spend time with Steve who would be quite literally traveling through time in just a short day away.

Eventually you dragged your two feet through the front door, Steve closing it and locking it behind you as you kicked off your shoes.

"Straight to the couch, young lady. I don't want to hear any if's, and's, or butt's about it!" Steve joked.

You followed his instructions with giggle and you plopped down right before he did. It wasn't long before he had you cuddled up to him, with the fluffy blanket on top of the two of you.

Face to face, he gently pushed your hair behind your ear before letting his palm warm your cheek.

"Thank you for helping her even though you had no reason to." You spoke quietly. With barely any distance, words didn't need to travel far anyways.

"I always have a reason to. Helping is what I do best."

Non-verbally agreeing with him, you came to terms with your own thoughts. "These next few days are going to be really hard."

"They will be, I don't think there's anyway we can sugar coat that." Steve agreed. "But I believe in our ability to get through hard times together."

"There's no one else I'd rather be by my side."

"Couldn't agree more." He grinned. "Can I add two more codes to the sunflowers?"

"What do you want to add?" You asked.

"I think in case of emergency, we should do 4 blinks." He suggested gently.

"But there's not going to be an emergency." You raised an eyebrow.

"If course there isn't" Steve agreed with you, though you both knew the chance was pretty high. "And on the contrary I think one long blink should signal that I'm okay. I want you to have peace of mind and a quick way to communicate that to you whenever we need it."

"Ooh, I love that one!" You enthused, earning the sweetest smile from your favorite boy.

"I knew you would"

"What do you want to do before you leave in the morning?" You questioned, fully devoted to making him as happy and relaxed as possible.

"You." He stated smugly.

You gasped and your cheeks immediately turned pink before hiding your face into his neck. He laughed as you squealed like a teenage girl, because even after all these years his sexual comments still pulled great reactions out of you. "Naughty!... but I think we can arrange that."

"You're so cute" he giggled, now cradling the back of your head with his hand.

"I'm trying to hide that I'm blushing!"

"Well it's not so secret anymore, is it?"

You lifted your head to glare at him, and sure enough, your cheeks were painted rosy pink. "What else do you want to do?"

"This is fine by me." Steve shrugged. "Just wanna spend time with you."

"You want a breakfast burrito tomorrow morning, don't you?" You narrowed your eyes.

"I want to spend time eating breakfast burritos with you." He reiterated,

"I know how to read in between the lines, Baby." You giggled.

Besides the forefront of your mind being full of concern over Georgia, Steve, and the Avengers, the two of you managed to spend a really nice day away from the chaos.

You slipped in one phone call to make sure Georgia was okay, then the rest of your time was occupied by Steve and Steve only. Long conversations ranging from heavy topics to funny ones that made the two of you laugh so hard you couldn't breathe, to making sweet sweet love that never failed to make you feel so appreciated and your souls interconnected.

And just as important as making you feel loved during sex was to Steve, making sure you felt just as loved after the fact was arguably even higher priority for him. He never could let go of hearing all the ways you were used and manipulated in the past. All he ever wanted was to make a life for you in which you never had to even be worried about feeling that way every again.

Every single year you've been together has been a constant reminder to him that you always felt safe, loved, and the most comfortable version of yourself when he was around. But that didn't mean he would ever stop being as attentive as he could to you. And you loved to return the favor to him as well.

So after the fun came even more fairytale romantic intimacy in the form of a long, hot shower. The two of you washed each others hair, exchanged kisses, sweet words, and his strong hands even gave you a nice relaxing shoulder massage.

One thing he quickly learned is that a baker's shoulders were always tense, always over worked, and most of the time your right shoulder was hurting you. So some shoulder rubs always released mental and physical tension, and it almost always made you sleepy.

That night Steve felt a sense of accomplishment when he successfully lulled you to sleep after being convinced you wouldn't sleep a single wink until the mission was over, Georgia was no longer sick, and everyone was home safe.

But when the two of you cuddled in up in nothing more than a sports bra, some underwear, and your softest blankets, the warmth and comfort of his bare skin and sweet words sent you straight to dreamland without even processing that it was happening.

Not a single thought in your brain could keep you awake when it was full of nothing but thoughts of how much you loved him, and how lucky you were to be loved by the gentle giant.

When his big frame engulfed you like the cutest little teddy bear, your soft and even breathing always knocked him out quickly too. Though the two of you weren't quite married yet, he was a firm believer in the happy wife, happy wife notion.

You woke up the morning of his departure a lot less relaxed than you were last night, and you could tell that was the case for him too considering he was awake, yet quietly hiding away with his face shoved into your chest and the blankets pulled up to his ear.

For as long as the two of you could afford, you played with the short hair on the back of his head, squeezed him tight and peppered gentle kisses to the crown of his skull.

"Good morning, handsome." You spoke quietly, only to be responded with by him shaking his head. You laughed and gave him another kiss knowing he definitely wasn't ready to start the day.

A few more minutes of cuddles later, he finally poked his head and peaked at you through his eyelashes. "G'morning."

"Maybe if we keep sleeping you don't have to leave." You suggested, feeling the mutual dread over the lack of unknown.

"I just tried that, it didn't work." Steve pouted.

Your arms squeezed him as tight as they could for just a few seconds, and he appreciated every second of you trying to love him to death. That was until his phone ringing interrupted the peace.

He groaned in complaint while you reached over to grab it for him. "It's Tony"

"Let it go to voice mail." Steve half joked.

"You want me to send Tony Stark to voice mail?" You raised an eyebrow.

"It helps keep him humble" He rolled into his back, squinting his eyes to hide them from the harsh daylight.

You clicked the answer button and put Steve's phone to your ear. "Hello, Anthony."

"Oh, even lovelier than hearing Rogers' voice in the morning." He commented. "Where is he, by the way?"

"He's really busy right now." You joked with a smile, everyone knew it was bullshit. He was now hiding his eyes in the ditch of his elbow.

"I'm just gonna assume he's pooping. How are you? Happy to be home?"

"I'm great, but I miss you already."

Steve let out a little complaint, he couldn't believe how well you and Tony got along. He should've expected it, you got along with everyone, but there was something about Tony being able to butter you up that just really got under his skin. He poked your ribs, so you put the call on speaker phone.

"Miss you too, Sugar Cookie. I've been meaning to ask you. When are you and Rogers getting married? If he hasn't proposed yet just let me know and I'll pester him about it. I'll even pitch in for a ring, make sure it's real pretty."

"You're so inva-" Steve started.

"Helpful. Thank you." You cut him off.

"That got him here quick!" Tony noted.

"I think the wedding will be sometime next year, but I'll make sure you get a hand delivered invitation."

"Steve? Do you need some money?" Tony asked, earning a laugh from you.

"I'm more than fine, Tony. I have a big boy job." Steve denied.

"Oh! It's actually funny you bring that up because I was talking to a few of your colleagues, they were all thinking we do the whole time heist thing today instead of tomorrow. So if you want to keep your big boy job to buy that rock we were just talking about, you should probably get here like... soon-ish."

"Okay, then I'll be there soon-ish." He agreed.

"How soon is soon and how ish-y is the ish?" Tony asked.

"Well the soon part is the whole flying a jet thing, and the ish is eating a breakfast burrito and getting dressed so give me 2 hours."

"Hey sugar cookie?" Tony called your attention.

"What's up?"

"When this is all done, Team party at the bakery?"

"The doors are always open for you guys." You agreed.

"Great. See you soon. Rogers, see you soon-ish." Tony said before hanging up.

Both of you dragged yourselves out of bed to put some clothes on and eat breakfast together before sending him off.

Outside of the diner you two hovered next to his car, leaning on it, trying to selfishly take every single moment you could. He briefed you on everything that would go down, you soaked up the information, and unfortunately it was time to say goodbye.

"Remember, I'll be gone for a few hours, but for you it'll only be a few minutes. I'll let you know when I get back by holding down the sunflower, okay?"

"Okay. One long glow." You nodded. "You're going to do great, Baby. And by all means, you're fucking time traveling. Enjoy it, but be safe."

"Always." He squeezed your hands. "I've got the most important thing in the whole world right here, nothing else comes before that. Shit, even if I die and they bury me underneath a concrete slab, you best believe I'm climbing my way out and crawling my way home to you"

"First of all, don't say that. Second of all, don't even think that. Third of all, that sounds horrifying. And fourth of all, that's really sweet, thank you." You schooled him with a giggle.

"I just love you that much!" He enthused.

"I love you too." You smiled. "I'd help dig you out, by the way."

"Teamwork makes the dream work." He cupped your cheeks and gave you a kiss. "When you see that I'm back, stay home, alright? We don't know what the world is going to look like when we bring everyone back. I want you to stay safe too."

"Got it" You agreed with a nod, and one more kiss. "You still have your good luck charm?"

"That $20 was the first thing that made it to my new suit." He reassured you.

"Perfect. Go get 'em Soldier."

"Yes ma'am." He followed your orders, opening his car door. "I love you!"

"I love you more."

Upon his departure, you knew you needed to keep yourself busy. So you decided to eat your own pride and bring a bouquet of flowers to the hospital to check up on Georgia and hopefully start the mend of your broken relationship.

She was asleep when you got there, but her sister let you know she was doing well and will be home tomorrow. Not wanting to disrupt, you left the flowers then made your way back to your second home.

The bakery welcomed you in with the smell of fresh baked cookies and a warm waft of air from the ovens that felt like a big hug.

Time always flew by when you became truly focused on running the place and taking care of orders, but it was never enough to completely rid you of the knot in your stomach you were trying so hard to ignore all day long.

Before you knew it, your sunflower lit up with a big long glow as you were adding on final touches to the cake on your turn table. The last one of the day. You send him a little three glow message to acknowledge that he was back safe and that you loved him before wrapping up at the bakery and heading home like he told you too.

The sun was starting its decent as you were getting comfortable at home. You had gotten into pajamas, pulled your hair back into a ponytail, and cleaned the kitchen as you anticipated hearing all the details about Steve's day.

You wondered where exactly he had gone, what year he went to and what happened while he was there. It took a lot to hold back your desperate yearning to call him, you knew he was probably busy and exhausted from the day he had.

The calmness in your heart turned into a brick in your stomach when you got a text, and clicked the notification on your screen.

Steve: Hey baby, Danielle is on her way to our place right now. Please call me when she gets there <3

Danielle was a decorator of yours at the bakery back before the snap. She quickly became a very close friend of yours and Steve's through the years. Though she left the bakery for a corporate job, she was always there for you both when you needed her.

The knowledge of her arrival and him wanting to talk to you after made your heart thump out of your chest and your legs weaken with anxiety. You knew Steve. If there was bad news he couldn't deliver straight to your face, he would never give it to you over phone or text if he knew you were alone.

So sending a trusted and close friend over to you for support and company before laying it on you was definitely what was about to happen.

It was barely even five whole minutes before there was a gentle knock on the door, and you rushed to open if like your life depended on it.

She stood there with a sad, sympathetic look on her face. She was in sweatpants and a shirt much like you, a bag slung on her shoulder. The pout on her lips and big eyes full of dread told you that there was definitely something wrong.

"Dani, what happened?" You didn't even bother saying hello, this was way beyond that. "Steve told me he was okay. He's okay, right?

She stepped inside your house, and quickly set her bag down. "He's fine, I just talked to him. But you need to call him, he will tell you everything."

You sunk into yourself, and Danielle wrapped her arm around you. "Come on, let's get comfortable on the couch."

With hands so shaky and legs so wobbly did just that before you grabbed your phone, and called Steve. It barely even rang once before he picked up.

"Hi, Sunflower." He spoke, you could hear the bad news in his voice before he even said what happened. He sounded sad, his voice hoarse, raspy, and deeper than usual.

"Oh baby." You felt a physical pain in your chest just from him speaking two greeting words to you. It was like you could feel his pain. "What happened? I thought everything was okay?"

"The mission is okay, we got all six of the stones. We're working on getting them in the gauntlet. But, Honey..."

"No. No buts. You always tell me no buts." Your heart cracking more and more by the second.

"I know. I'm so sorry I have to tell you this but Nat, she's gone." He finally got the words out.

"What do you mean she's gone?" You needed him to clarify, pure disbelief and denial racing through your mind.

"We didn't realize the soul stone was only retrievable with a trade. A soul for a soul. She sacrificed herself. I'm so sorry." That's when the tears started. You hurt for yourself, the amount of grief that flooded over you felt immense, but mostly you hurt for Steve. Steve was in a family of four before he met you. Him, Sam, Bucky and Nat. Nat was the only one he had left and now she was gone in an instant. "I know you two were close, and I hope you know how much your friendship meant to her. You really were a light in her life especially recently when things felt so dark. She told me all the time how much she loved you."

"Can't you just go back again? Just get her?" You cried.

"I wish we could." He gently denied, his own tears flowing quietly. "This is irreversible, we would do anything to get her back if we could. You know I would."

"I'm so sorry, Honey. Are you okay?" You questioned feeling so awful for him.

"I'm devastated." He admitted, his voice shook even though he was trying to be strong. "But we still have a job to do. We can't let her have died for nothing."

Understanding the heartbreak and unfathomable amount of pressure this added to his shoulders, all you wanted to do was hug him. "I wish I could be there for you."

"This is awful." Steve cried and laughed at the same time. "I'd do anything just to be with you, yet the only thing that would make me feel worse than having you states away is having you here in the compound. I need you to be safe."

"I know, I know." You understood where he was coming from. "How's everyone handling it?"

"Everyone is upset and not it great spirits, but again, we have to keep going." Steve sighed. "It's been a really long day."

"I could only imagine." You shook your head with a sad sniffle. Half of your sadness was hearing him cry on the phone and not being able to do anything about it.

"We're going to rest up tonight, and finish this damn thing in the morning. I'll be home the very second I can be."

"Okay, but try to take care of yourself in the meantime. You can't be saving the world without saving yourself first." You reminded him.

"Are you going to be okay?" Steve asked you sympathetically.

"Obviously this is devastating, but I'll be fine. You don't have to worry about me."

"I always worry about you." He denied your claim.

"I know you do." He managed to pull a smile out of you. "But don't let that distract you from the bigger goal here."

There was a pause on his end, a sad sniffle, then a sigh. "I'm exhausted."

"It'll be over soon, Baby." You reminded him, but deep down you knew exactly what he meant.

He wasn't sleepy, his body wasn't sore and his mind was alright beyond the obvious, but there were unspoken truths about his life recently that he just couldn't get himself to verbalize.

Steve was exhausted of being Captain America.

You knew that without him even having to say it straight to your face. He told you in little ways, like how every time he left Greenwood to report to duty his feet would drag out of the house and his back would slump. When he was gone away from you, your sunflower would light up so much sometimes you were concerned that whatever was inside of it to make it glow would burn out one day. Then when he got back, the very first thing he would do after greeting you was put all of his tactical gear completely out of sight so he could get it out of his mind.

Just as secretly as he kept his longing for a life where Cap wasn't around anymore, you secretly hoped he was catching on to your subtle reassurance that there was so much more to him than the stars and strips he's worn since he was only 23 years old.

The complexities of his existence never ceased to amaze you, and much like you felt since the moment you found out the cutie next door was a superhero, his job was one of the least important qualities you found in him.

His sensitive heart, compassion, and love for life would always remain regardless of the status of a shield on his arm and a star on his chest.

You didn't need him to be strong, you just needed him to be happy.

Truly, wholly, and undeniably happy.

So when you said it would be over soon, you hoped he understood that you already knew what was to come. All you wanted was to help him make peace with what you already knew.

Steve Rogers always has been and always will be enough.

You were met with more silence. He was completely shut down, and that broke your heart even more. You knew he never used to be like this, he'd tell you all the stories from before the Civil War about how he lived his life bouncing from mission to mission, plucking off one threat at a time all while meeting and losing people along the way without a single glance at what happened behind him.

What broke your heart even more was that you knew he'd wake up tomorrow morning and put on his brave face. Not a single complaint, not a single tear, not a single speck of anything considered to be a lack of bravery would slip past him just so everyone on the team would have someone to look to.

"I miss this morning." He admitted, breaking down as a deep inner thought slipped passed his composure.

"There's going to be another morning tomorrow." You wiped tears off your cheeks, Danielle wrapped her arms around you and hugged you tight."But then there will be another morning the day after tomorrow, and it'll only get a little better every day after that. You remind me of that all of the time."

"Even just hearing your voice has made me feel infinitely better."

"Call me whenever you need to, okay? Even if it's in the middle of the night I'll be here for you." You reminded him.

"Same goes to you, you know that."

"Of course I do. But you seem tired, I think you should get some well deserved rest."

As you said that, he allowed your words to be true in his mind. He did deserve rest.

"If all goes well, I'll see you tomorrow."

"It's going to be just fine, so I will see you tomorrow."

"I'll dream of you until then." Steve said, making your tears fall just a little harder because you still didn't know what you did to deserve to be loved the way he loved you. "I love you, Sunflower."

"Goodnight, Honey. I love you too."

When the line disconnected, you accepted the big hug your best friend wrapped you up in and all the way in New York Steve dug his face into his pillow, and clutched the pillow you slept on not even a full 48 hours ago to his chest.

Regardless of the distance, you both hoped that the result of tomorrow promised a better future and a long, happy life chalk full of everyone you loved.

If anyone could do that for you, and the whole universe, it was Steve Rogers. He was more than enough.

Next: Endgame

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nokacchan · 2 years

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'How In Love Are You?' | Short Drabble | Lee Felix

pairing : lee felix x fem!reader

genre : fluff // a continuation of 'It's Not Valentine'

summary : you cleared up your schedule in order to be able to accompany felix for his group's latest comeback.

You were at the dressing room with felix while the rest of the boys were getting their hair done by the stylist. Recently, the filter that the company made for their comeback 'maxident' had just come out. It was called, 'how in love are you?'. The other boys were planning to record the filter challenge after the pre-recording for the comeback was done. Felix walked over to you with his phone in his hand.

"babe, you wanna try the filter with me?", felix sat beside you on the couch. He was waiting for his turn to get ready for pre-recording. "sure", you responded, turning to lean against him.

he held his phone up, pressing the record button. You rested your cheek against his shoulder as he rested his head on yours. The filter kept moving about from 0% to 100%, just as the music in the background stops, the filter did too...

'100%'

You looked amused. He grinned at you, looking at you through the screen. You knew the filter calculates randomly and you didn't quite expect he would score 100% first try.

"Evidence of my love for you~ now can I wife you up?", he asked you the same question that he asked you last week at your photoshoot set.

You rolled your eyes at him dramatically. "You only have one evidence", you replied, trying to tease him. He turned to look at you, still recording. "Oh really?" "yeah—", he cut you off by pecking your lips. You look at him, eyes widened in surprise. Your cheeks heat up quickly.

"Now you have 2 evidence", he boops your nose. He set his phone down on the table before wrapping his arms around your waist, bringing you closer to his side.

You squinted your eyes at him before realizing there were lipstick stains on felix's lips. You lightly wiped it off with your thumb. Felix smiled, moving his head to kiss the palm of your hand. "Sometimes you do things without thinking twice", you sighed. A laugh escaped his lips.

"That's why I have you my lovely girlfriend to prevent me from getting scolded by my stylist". You let out a hummed in response. "Although...I would much prefer to call you my wife", making you pinch his cheek. "Yah, don't go around saying that". felix only giggled and hugged you closer.

The next few minutes went past as Felix teased you with his corny pick up lines before being called to go over the other room. You stood up, following along with him. The stylist took out a high chair for you to sit beside him.

You can't help it but recall how smooth his actions were a few minutes ago. You were snapped out of your thoughts when your phone went off.

You check the notification to see an update from your boyfriend's official account. Enthusiastically, you checked. And what you didn't expect to see on your feed was the video of felix kissing you. You didn't expect him to upload the video you two recorded earlier.

Obviously in the comment section, everyone went crazy over that video. STAYs were commenting on how adorable you and felix 's relationship was, even asking when the proposal is going to be. Meanwhile you were just flabbergasted.

"YAH LEE FELIX!", you glared at him.

He giggled beside you, knowing why you were yelling. The stylist combed his hair back while shaking her head at the two of you. He placed his hand on your thighs, trying to stop you from tripping over your chair (more like stop you from attacking him).

Oh well, I mean at least, it encouraged stays to keep on streaming their latest song.

'Case 143'

The end.

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italoniponic · 2 years

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Congrats on 100 followers! You deserve that and much more!!!

For the followers event, could I request imagines for Azul and the Leech Twins, with an MC that was a swimmer in their home world? Like, obviously they can't outswim the Octatrio, no. But they can keep up with them relatively well in water, loves swimming, can hold their breath for a long time, etc. (Totally me not projecting from my 15 years of swimteam- nope, not me).

Congratulations again!

- Swimmy anon

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

| Notes: Hi, Swimmy Anon!

No need to worry, we’re here to project the best we can. Also, interesting enough! There’s another octatrio request and it kinda deals with a similar theme but it leans more into the marine biology part. I just wanted to point this out bc these two requests are lovely and I have 0 knowledge of swimming and marine life :D so… I hope it turns out good, somehow.

I also made up some things to justify the water in Octavinelle but each boy has a different way to make the reader swim, just to be more fun to read. And it’s ordered Floyd to Azul just to change a bit~

Thanks for the request <3 |

Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech x g!n reader that is a swimmer / scenarios / fluff / sort of friends to crush / around 800 to 900 words each / use of “you” pronouns

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It all started when Floyd noticed that you went to Octavinelle a lot, more to spend the afternoon watching the fish that swam around the magical and enchanted sea than to do some business with Azul or buy a drink in Mostro Lounge. It was strange, curious to say the least. Then, one afternoon, Floyd did what Floyd always does: squeeze you until you explain what the mussel you're always doing over there.

Having calmed him down a little, you told about your good memories as a swimmer in your world. Your fifteen amazing years as a member of a swim team and your love for swimming. If you weren't a human, you'd practically be a fish.

“It's my spirit animal, you know?,” you joked and made Floyd laugh.

It turns out that Octavinelle's atmosphere made those memories intensify and you were curious if there was any way you could relive the feeling of swimming again. You had been enchanted by what you saw in the Coral Sea but it wasn't as if you could go down to dump yourself on the beach or in the ocean all the time.

Floyd noticed how you stared at the horizon with such a lost look, watching all those fish and bubbles around you two as if it were something unattainable. And he also thought so for a few minutes, distracted by your eyes, when he then hitted his own thigh.

“Stupid!,” he exclaimed, more to himself than to you. Although you got scared the same way. “You can swim around here, Koebi-chan!”

“H-how...?,” you asked, confused.

You would always see the Octavinelle's students going up and down the stones and walking above sand with no sign of fluctuation. Was there a way around this?

“Follow me!,” Floyd asked, tugging at your arm. Not that you had much choice.

You got out of the tubes that led to Mostro Lounge and climbed the corals of the region above, where the sea waves were stronger and there were bigger and greener algae standing tall. Floyd ripped off some of the seaweed and splitted it between you.

Once, when he was a freshman, some senior commented on how Octavinelle's algae had magical properties and they made whoever ate them able to swim in the dorm's enchanted ocean for a limited time.

Floyd didn't do it all the time because he thought walking was a very interesting experience, but for you — and because he had nothing more fun to do — it was worth trying the senior’s tip. You ate some of the seaweed and although it didn't taste the best, you started to feel lighter.

“Koebi-chan, focus now,” Floyd whispered in your ear. “Swimming is a matter of calm and chillness. Remember, for us, water is like air. We are one with water, you see?”

He had that silly smile on his face, showing up his sharp teeth that made it a little difficult for you to relax but you just closed your eyes and let yourself plunge into the water while being led by Floyd. When you were far enough from any sort of earthen feeling, you opened your eyes and started swimming freely.

It was a different feeling from the pools in your world but, at the same time, it was still somehow familiar. The waters moved, creating small, light shadows everywhere. Your feet were free of gravity and Floyd began swimming around you, taunting you to have a run.

“Do you swim as well as your shrimp mouth says?,” he asked, laughing.

“Come here, you eel!,” you answered, laughing back.

Swimming around the full length of Octavinelle with Floyd by your side was a magical feeling. You swirled and twirled, your laughter being that great sea’s music. The fish didn't even dare interrupt your path, which made you chase them in an attempt to grab one and touch its scales.

You two bet on a race from one end to the other, swimming with all your strength. But the end result was Floyd swimming up to you, holding you in a tight embrace to stop you. You had no reaction but to laugh.

The environment around you was so beautiful and light. Fun. As you always remembered water to be. And with the boy you loved so much, you felt completely part of that world. As Floyd eventually released you, you turned around and held his face in your hands, the weightlessness of the water pulling your body up.

“Thank you, Floyd,” you thanked him and kissed his forehead. Two eyes of different colors stared at you, delighted and joyful.

Floyd propelled himself upward on his own, his body naturally accustomed to it.

“No need to thank, Koebi-chan. Just having you can laugh with me… it’s good enough,” he had that big smile again.

So you floated above the dorm as if you were like real merfolk. For a moment, just one precious moment.

“Well, you must really like fish, huh?”

Jade’s voice scared you for a moment. You took your hands off the glass tube that encapsulated the dorm hallways, turning your back to the various species of corals exposed there. No wonder you noticed some of the fishes suddenly disappearing from view. Jade stared at you with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

“I'm jealous of them, actually,” you confessed. He chuckled in response.

“Envy of fishes? But why?”

“Because they're swimming outside.”

And with a deep sigh, you turned away from Jade and made your way through the hallway. Jade kept following you anyway, willing to hear this story more clearly. He had noticed for a while how much you visited Octavinelle but you were doing nothing but watching the marine life and the ocean that surrounded them.

Sometimes you stayed more outside, among the stones and shells watching the movement of the waters. The dorm was under the sea but the enchanted waters seemed more like oxygen than the air itself. The creatures floated among the students like birds practically. Everything was so beautiful and reminded you of your years as a swimmer.

The feeling of diving into a pool or the sea was hard to forget. You thought of yourself as a good and competent swimmer. But, truth be told, swimming is more about the special relationship between the swimmer and the water itself.

Without thinking too much, you told all this to Jade. He didn't have to use his magic on you to hear this outburst and your declared admiration for the aquatic world. You impressed him a lot, actually. You said everything sincerely, these good feelings coming directly from the heart and only he — being a merman — could understand it well.

“Allow me to fulfill your wish then, my dear,” Jade smiled.

You didn't realize that Jade had led you out of the main building. You got so distracted telling about your memories as a swimmer that you just let your step flow through the halls. Octavinelle's horizon was calm and peaceful, a group of hakes swimming high above you.

“Most people don’t know but the enchanted waters here also allow you to swim through them. If you focus enough on that,” he frowned a little while grinning as he said the last sentence, curious if you would be able to do everything right but at the same time confident. “Floyd ended up discovering this unintentionally when he was bored. Apparently, people born merfolk have an easier time doing this.”

“Oh, Jade, please teach me!,” you asked.

“Um… when you beg like that…”

Jade laughed softly. He asked you to close your eyes and clear your whole mind, to feel the peace and harmony of the water surrounding you. It took a while for you to stay calm enough for that but then there was no thought in your head. Your mind became a white canvas, a clean beach.

Careful enough not to wake you up, Jade pushed you forward. Under normal circumstances, even there, you would have fallen to the ground but, “with your head under water”, the opposite effect happened. It was only when you finally opened your eyes that you realized you were floating in the air. Or water.

Whatever, it was a strange environment and a very confusing feeling at first.

You glimpsed the ground that began to distance itself away from your feet. And you felt the full sensation of waves and bubbles in the water that you didn't normally notice. Suddenly, Jade was on your side again, floating and flapping his legs as if it were something natural. And maybe it was in a very relative way.

“Wow, that's so awesome! This must be how mermaids feel…,” you commented.

“I say for myself but, the feeling of real water is much better than this,” Jade explained, bypassing you. “But if it makes you happy at this moment, I'm happy too.”

He smiled. You knew it was a real smile because his teeth no longer looked so menacing.

Jade offered a hand to you and together you swam around Octavinelle, touching parts of the building made of stone and coral, hanging from the long seaweed and respectfully waving the dorm flag like two loyal soldiers. Even when Jade swam to a corner, you could get there just as fast.

He enjoyed watching you swim. It brought back a lot of memories from home and helped him discover various things about you. Swimming together was a very special experience. It was about the way you were little by little synchronizing your movements and how the lightness of the environment made any touch and gesture specially elegant and intimate.

You were grateful Jade taught you this secret.

“Will you come here to swim more?,” he asked gently.

“I think your newest problem is going to be trying to get me out of here,” you replied with a laugh.

“Like I want to do this,” Jade thought to himself, grinning.

“So... you want to swim?,” Azul inquired as he turned around in the swivel leather chair, making a small summary of why you were there.

You sighed. Maybe involving Azul and a contract wouldn't be a good idea after all. You two exchanged a glance and you noticed how Azul’s eyes were crystal clear as pool water. The kind of water you always dived into to swim and have fun. These were good years practicing this sport, you even learned how to stay underwater and hold your breath for a long time.

All you wanted was to be able to relive those moments again. But Night Raven College didn't have a pool, let alone a swim club. The closest you had was Octavinelle's sub-maritime dorm, immersed in an enchanted ocean where fishes and students came and went peacefully

Was it too late to apply for a transfer to live there? At least to pretend to be surrounded by water? But you could never decide whether it was worse to deal with Azul or Crowley. At least one of them would help you get your wish — even if there were side effects.

Lucky for you, Azul wasn't thinking of asking for anything too absurd in return this time. Strange, isn't it? He had noticed how often you visited the dorm without actually interacting with anyone. You sat somewhere and watched the magical movement of the waters, the bubbles of various sizes and the fish of various species that swam around.

There was more to Octavinelle, either at the bottom part or more on the surface. The person who designed the dormitory must have been a merfolk or a great lover of the ocean because they had almost everything there. Azul shared some of your feelings, the sea was really something special.

Natural, fickle. His old home. He knew that Octavinelle was similar to the Coral Sea. Not that he wanted to go back there, unlike you who would probably love to swim in his homeland. Just because he understood you, didn't mean he agreed on everything.

But what is a service provider who complains about the eccentricity of his employer? If he had the chance to make a contract with you — and using the payment he had in mind — he would act accordingly.

“I will prepare a special potion so that you can swim in these waters. The payment for this will be quite small and simple, don’t worry. It's a Deal,” that said, Azul made a golden contract appear on the air. “You just need to sign here…”

He stretched out the magic feather and you sighed again, resigned to your fate. After seeing you signing your name, Azul stood up and promised to work on your case as soon as possible. You were impressed by his enthusiasm.

A day passed and when you returned to the dorm again, Azul had a special bottle waiting for you. It had a strange octopus shape surrounding a large “stone” where the potion was located. He explained the effects and assured that there was no problem, he would take a sip too.

“You want to come with me?,” you asked without much thought.

“N-no, it’s not that,” Azul stuttered, a little nervous. He didn't want to admit that he wanted to swim with you.

You picked up the bottle and took a big sip, then returned it to Azul. As he described what would happen, you felt your stomach sink, get heavy and then, strangely light. You seemed to get seasick, and then the malaise just passed.

Azul didn’t have such an extreme reaction as you — because he had experienced it before and the first shock had passed. You were about to comment on something when you felt your body start to float up on its own.

“Tap your legs to take control,” Azul advised.

Doing that helped a lot. You went back and forth, gracefully flapping arms and legs as if you were in swimming class again. It was still a strange feeling because the water around you didn't look like any kind of normal water. At the same time, it was familiar enough for your brain to try to accept that you weren’t on land. At all.

You laughed and saw bubbles coming out of your mouth. Azul burst out one, wiggling his legs in a funny way — similar to the way octopuses and squids swim. He reached out to the world around you, the sea that you were free to explore and swim as much as you wanted.

“Oh, you didn't tell me what I had to pay in return,” you asked, using your arms to swim closer to Azul. You were going up, getting a more distant view of the beautiful Octavinelle and its huge towers and seaweed.

“Your payment is to have dinner with me every time you come to swim,” Azul answered. He adjusted his glasses to better observe your reaction.

“All right!,” you smiled. That actually would be good. “But, huh, I bet you talk better than you swim.”

It was a dirty provocation, you knew. Azul stopped in front of you, really annoyed.

“If I were you, I would swim fast right now. Octopuses are cowardly but terrible when provoked. Capisce?”

He gave such a serious look that you actually swam out of there, running away — but laughing when Azul started to pull your ankle. So this is how merfolk played catch in the sea? Interesting to know.

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A Manchester Affair (Rúben Dias): Chapter 4

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Monday night was the day United finally got their first win, against none other than Liverpool. The team made a huge statement with their performance and Lucía felt like she could finally breathe a little easier.

“¡Vamos!”, she heard Licha scream before he lifted her in a hug.

She laughed and patted him on the head. “Too bad you’re too small for the Premier League, huh?”

He joined her in laughing at all the ridiculous pundits that had spent so many hours debating his height and then made her way to the dressing room. Today there will be cheers, no yelling from Erik.

She high-fived the players one by one and they all seemed to be warming up to her. Slowly, she was building a good relationship with them.

One that was definitely on the fast track to becoming a friend was Scott. After he opened up to her about the rough moment he was going through at the club, she saw a side of him not many people got to see. And ever since, they’ve been opening up to each other more and more. He also stopped flirting with her, which she was thankful for.

His good performance tonight made her very happy, especially since it took place moments after the club presented Casemiro to the crowd. She shouldn’t, but she felt a slight bias against the new player even though he hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Good match, McTominay”, she said to him as they were both making their way to their cars.

“Thanks! I feel like you are a big reason why things went so well, and not just for me”, he said, putting his arm around her shoulder.

“Well, I’m here to help. It wouldn’t be so weird”, she laughed.

“I know, I know. I didn’t mean that. I mean that you are having a good impact on the boys, even if some don’t show it. They respect you. And a few of the younger lads fear you”.

“Good”.

He shook his head. “And as for me, I know that our chats have helped me. So thank you”.

“If you score a goal soon, dedicate it to me”, she said, giving his side a little nudge with her elbow.

“We’ll need to brainstorm a celebration, then”.

Once she made it to her car, an idea came to her mind.

“Would you like to have dinner at my place one of these days?”

He seemed to be taken aback by the comment.

“As friends”, she laughed. “And I won’t tell Erik. Don’t worry”.

He laughed too. “I’d love to”.

When she made it home, she finally checked her phone. Many of her friends from Amsterdam congratulated her on the win. She really missed some of them and made a mental note to think of a quick trip there when she had some days off. Maybe during the international break.

There was also a text from Rúben, congratulating her and telling her how much he wanted to be there with her right now. He was actually one of the first people that came to her mind when the match ended. It really would have been good to celebrate with him.

So she closed her eyes to bring back memories of Rúben. Imagining he was right there with her. And she could swear she was hearing his voice whispering in her ear.

Afterwards, when she was freshly showered and on her way to bed, she got another message from him, promising to make it up to her for not being there today when he was back.

She fell asleep with a silly smile on her face. Today was a great day, even if she feared it could be the beginning of the end when she woke up that morning.

The mood at Carrington went from 0 to 100 after getting the first win. Everyone was chatting about it, sharing jokes and just happy. It was nice for a change.

"Ok boys, no insults for you today. You actually did well yesterday", she said, giving them a comical thumbs up.

They all laughed.

"So, we are going to be testing you every month. Checking weight, body fat, and so on. We do it all before breakfast and if any of you needs a personalized plan, you'll be getting a call to my office this week".

The smiles disappeared but there weren't as many frowns as expected. Progress.

"Shirt off", she told Scott. "I need to measure your impressively strong muscles".

"I bet you tell that to all the players", he said, making her laugh.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Erik looking at them both.

"You know, I have a date tonight".

"Really Scotty? Who's the lucky lady?"

"Just someone I met recently. She's really pretty, though".

She looked around to see if Erik was still there. No, he was gone. "As pretty as me?", she joked.

"Almost".

She then kept working in silence. "What about you?"

"What about me?", she asked.

"Are you seeing someone?"

"It's um…complicated".

"How?", he laughed.

"I only broke up with my ex 5 months ago and I'm still not over his cheating, you know?"

"Sorry", he said, holding her hand for a couple of seconds.

"It's fine", she told him, smiling at his kindness. "I actually met this guy and…we kind of like decided to just see each other, no strings attached".

"Doesn't sound like you are too happy with that plan. Was it his idea?"

"It was mine, actually. Not that there's anything wrong with it but it's just not something I do. But I can't fully trust anyone right now so…I'm just trying to protect myself, I guess".

"He's a lucky boy anyways", he said with a wink and moved on to talking about his date at her request. She was glad for the change of conversation. They were both starting to really understand each other and when to stop talking about certain things to not push the other too much.

A couple of hours later, she was done adding all the data to her computer and was happy to see not much work needed to be done. A knock on the door broke her concentration.

"Hey, you free to talk?", she heard Erik say.

"Of course, coach. Come in!"

"You seem different".

"How?", she laughed.

"I mean your behaviour. It's been different since we moved here".

"Do you have a problem with the way I work?", she asked him, worried.

"No, you are still the extremely professional woman I've always known. I meant your relationship with the players, Lu. Has your opinion changed? It's fine if it has".

"You are going to have to spell it out for me".

"Scott. You like him and we can all see it. You're not being discreet. And I thought you didn't want to date footballers after what happened".

Her mood darkened at the memory of what Erik mentioned. When she first worked for Bayern, still in university, she got a lot of attention from the academy players. She was excited about it, thinking that getting attention from a footballer was the best thing that could happen…until a player from the first team asked to talk with her and told her he had heard the academy boys talking about her. She quickly worried about them spreading rumours about her, but that wasn't what he meant. He was talking about them betting about her. To see who was the first one who could get her to sleep with him. It was a horrible lesson she had to learn, but ever since, she made sure there was a clear line drawn between her and the players. She was not going to be disrespected like that again.

"I appreciate your concern but it's nothing like that. Scott and I are friends. We joke, yes. And to some, it might be flirty banter just because we are a man and a woman, but it's not. Besides, he knows I'm seeing someone else", she said quickly, looking back at the screen so she wouldn't see Erik's expression.

"Are you? Who is it? Are you being careful?"

"Yes, dad".

"Come on, Lucy, you know why I worry".

"I know, and it's not even serious. It's just a casual thing".

He frowned at that. "Then I don't want any more details, thank you".

She shook her head and laughed.

“But be careful. I don’t want to see you hurt again”.

“I will”.

And then her mind went back to Rúben. He was a footballer but from another team. Did that count? She barely thought about him as what his job was, maybe that's why her own rules didn't matter. She just hoped he wasn't like the others and ended up hurting her.

When Thursday finally arrived, Lucía was fidgety all day, waiting for Rúben to be back. She knew he was flying back to Manchester in the morning, but he had a busy day of training and doing interviews. So they wouldn’t be able to see each other until late evening.

Rúben: Maybe you can come to my place this time. Order some food?

Lucía: Sounds great! What time should I be there?

Rúben: Around 8. I’ll let you know if I’m running late.

Lucía: 😚

She didn’t really know how to approach this. Was it a date? He was talking about food but maybe that was the friends part of the whole thing. So, should she put a lot of effort into how she looked?

Ugh, why was this so complicated?

At 8.05, she made her way out of her apartment. Just enough to not be too late, but she also wouldn't look too eager. Her nerves kept getting worse as she got up the stairs. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell.

Not longer than 10 seconds later, the door opened. Seeing Rúben only made her more nervous, so she did the only thing she could do. What had worked between them so far was sex. So this time it was her who started it, not giving him time to react. This she could do. She’ll worry about the friends part, and what that might mean, later.

“I think our food is cold now”, said Rúben when they were both back in the kitchen.

“That’s what microwaves are for”, she laughed.

She sat on the counter while he took the food to heat it up and seeing this more domestic side of him brought back the nerves. Why was she reacting like that to something so simple?

“What are you thinking about?”, said Rúben, lifting her chin so she would look at him.

“Nothing”.

“You sure?”

She could see him trying to study her face, which didn’t help. So she grabbed the back of his head to bring him closer to her and kissed him. She could feel him resisting a little at first, clearly not happy with how she finished the conversation before it even started, but he quickly kissed her back.

The microwave started to beep, letting them know the food was ready, but neither of them cared. When the doorbell rang, however, they did need to stop.

“Rúben!”, they heard the voice behind the door saying.

“Who’s that?”, she whispered.

“Jack”, he sighed.

“Ok, I’ll go get dressed while you open the door”, she said, running towards the room. “Wait!”, she noticed she was wearing Rúben’s t-shirt, so she took it off quickly and threw it to him so he could wear it.

Once she was back in her own clothes, she flushed the toilet to make it sound like she was there for that reason.

“Jack, hi!”, she said, faking a cheerful tone when she got back to the living room area.

“Hi, did I interrupt something?”, he asked, looking at them both.

“No”, she answered too quickly, “we were catching up and about to have dinner. Rúben wanted to tell me about your trip to Barcelona”.

“Oh, I have so many anecdotes. I’ll tell you”.

Great.

“No need for that, I’m sure you had plans already”.

“No”, he said smiling and walking towards the sofa. When she looked at Rúben, she could see how annoyed he was at his teammate.

An hour later, her face was similar to Rúben’s. Jack didn’t stop talking and telling them about all the things they did the last couple of days.

“I need to go guys. It’s almost bedtime for me”, she said, getting up from the sofa and grabbing her shoes.

“Oh, I’ll walk out with you”, said Jack.

“I thought you came here to see Rúben”.

“Yeah…I forgot why I came to see him, actually”, he laughed. And if looks could kill, Jack would be more than dead right now.

When she got back to her apartment, she texted Rúben.

Lucía: Don’t kill Jack at training tomorrow, please.

Rúben: He’s lucky he’s injured and we won’t be in the same place.

That made her laugh. Their first kind of date had been a bit of a disaster. Even though she thought that this no-commitment situation worked in her favour, since she still felt her heart healing, it disappointed her to see that being the only part of this relationship that seemed to work. She knew she wanted to get to know Rúben properly but it scared her too much. She wasn’t ready to give her heart to someone new.

#ruben dias #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias fluff #ruben dias fanfiction #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #footballer fluff #footballer fanfiction

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LOVE FOOL — CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

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After your friends filled you in on what happened after you left the dance, you were shocked in silence. Heeseung… defended you? But not Riki?! You were worrying about the wrong thing here. You were more upset that Riki didn’t defend you than you were happy that Heeseung did it instead. But you had to keep reminding yourself that Riki is way younger than all of you and would literally get body slammed if he tried anything.

“This is so embarrassing,” you huffed out, throwing your head down on the table. “Now everyone’s gonna think I’m a whore, and they’re gonna call me a homie hopper. This is just— People don’t even know that Heeseung and I are friends! Do you see where I’m coming from?”

All your friends nodded (except for Minjeong who wasn’t there), letting you bask in the information.

“I’m just gonna pretend like I don’t know,” you concluded. “Oblivion is the best way to go.”

“Well, what about Jake?” Jiung asked.

“What about him.”

“It seems like he likes you… And it also seems like Heeseung likes you after what he did…”

“He was just being a good friend, Jiung. Other people might view it as something else, but we’re just friends. He doesn’t like me.”

“Why do you keep thinking that?” Taeyang asked, frustrated at your insistent belief that Heeseung will never like you.

“Because it’s true,” you answered. “If he liked me he would’ve done something by now… But he hasn’t. And he let Jake be my date to the dance, meaning that he didn’t want to take me.”

“Maybe he was just scared,” Yizhuo suggested. The look on your face made her continue. “I mean… He knows that Jake likes you. What if Jake got to confess before he did so Heeseung never got to make a move. And maybe he’s ignoring you at school because he doesn’t want to like you knowing that Jake likes you.”

You stared blankly at your friend. “Don’t make me delusional now.”

“I’m serious!”

“Heeseung doesn’t like me!” You exclaimed, so sure of yourself. “Just watch.”

“Are you going to ask him?” Keeho questioned, not believing your bluff.

“Soon— I will soon.”

“Soon as in never,” Jiung remarked, making Keeho laugh with him.

“Well I don’t need to ask him anything when I already know the answer,” you said. “Why should I humiliate myself by asking?” Silence fell upon the table. “Exactly.”

“It’s a 50:50 chance, Yn,” Yizhuo said. “He could like you, or he couldn’t. It’s 50:50.”

You sighed. “And I need it to be 100:0 chance of him liking me if I’m going to be confronting him about anything.”

“You need to be more bold,” Keeho then said, sipping on his soup after.

“Yeah, no. I’m fine with how my love life is at the moment, thanks.”

“Your loss,” said Jiung. “You could literally have a boyfriend right now.”

Keeho gasp. “Speaking of which! Did you know Theo’s girlfriend dumped him?”

“What?!” It was your turn to gasp this time. You turned to Taeyang who looked embarrassed.

“We didn’t really break up,” said Taeyang, trying to clear up the misunderstanding. Everyone looked at him confused. “We just had an argument and that was it.”

“So that’s why she was dancing all over some other guy at the dance after?” Yizhuo questioned. “Theo, you’re such an idiot.”

“I’m sorry, what happened now?” You were still shocked at the information. How could Taeyang still consider her as his girlfriend if she was dancing with another guy?

“Well, we didn’t really talk about it,” Taeyang went on.

“So dump her ass before she does it to you!” Yizhuo exclaimed, genuinely trying to help out her friend. “Don’t let her win!”

“But that’s mean!”

“WHO CARES!” You all shouted in unison.

“What did you guys even fight about anyway?” You asked, wanting to know more details.

“We were just talking about you and Jake and she got all mad for no reason,” Taeyang answered. “I don’t know what her issue with you is…”

“Oh I could name a few,” Keeho muttered just loud enough for everyone to hear.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Don’t play dumb now, Theo,” Jiung spoke now. “Literally everyone thinks you two are dating.”

“What! How?!”

The three of your friends rolled their eyes at Taeyang’s idiocy. Even you knew what they were talking about. It wasn’t a secret that you and Taeyang were affectionate towards each other; he probably thought it was normal and didn’t assume anything about it.

Your friends continued to bicker about nonsense for the rest of lunch while you kept eyeing Heeseung’s table. It was still hard for you to believe that he went out of his way to defend you, but you didn’t even know why he needed to do it.

As you were staring at him, he looked up to meet your eyes; you immediately looked away, pretending you weren’t looking at him and putting your attention down onto your plate of food. He chuckled at the action, finding it adorable how you looked away so quickly.

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A/N: OMG IM SO SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE!!! this was originally supposed to be posted last wednesday but out of respect for moonbin i held it off :( and then the boys planet finale was happening and i’ve been obsessing over zb1 on twitter ever since thursday and forgot i had to post this 😭😭 i’m so happy with the finale line up!!! all my main picks made it and couldn’t be anymore happy i love those boys so much 🥹 i’ve also been very busy with school lately because ap tests are next week and i’ve been craming (wish me luck!) i hope everyone has been doing well tho! i will still be continuing this smau so don’t worry! it might just take a little longer to update than before but i’m not giving up! i have some future fan fics planned for enhypen as well as zerobaseone so stay tuned <33

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i just finished player rank: platinum. like literally two seconds ago and omg…god your mind 😫😫😫

first of all, i know it sounds contradictory cause it took me forever to finish reading, but god it was so entertaining from the first word. your writing is so good i felt like i could visualize everything (especially the smut)!!!!

speaking of the smut, that was so nasty…ik he’s an asshole loser but i’d also like my turn with heeseung. like slut me out like that in front of your friends too please!!!! it’s 11:30 am as im typing this, and i should really NOT be feeling this way so early in my saturday 😭😭😭

ngl if i were yn id fuck the whole friend group no hesitation, especially jay. but that’s the jay whore in me speaking oopsies.

plotwise, the whole story went 0-100 from the pillow scene in onwards imo. i was SEATED. felt like a whole will they won’t they type of situation even tho we knew they would. fuck heeseung fr tho (both literally and not) 🙄🙄

also the way you made me wanna punch and fuck heeseung at the same time…god i know i already praised you for how you write characters but goddamn u did it again!!! he’s such an ass omg but the way he fucks…🤭

and yn with her whole wanting to be better than her sister. why did that actually kinda hurt my heart even though i do not have a sister LMAO.

also i loved your little jokes…like the joke about sunghoon finding the perfect video on page 86 of his search. i actually laughed, perfect placement of the joke tbh.

last…yn’s sister using a condom AND plan B?!?! she mad paranoid and also her period cycle probably mad fucked up. also plan B is at least like $35 (off brand) and like $50 if u get the usual brand. no wonder she working so much, has to pay for all that fucking plan B. 😳

anyways gonna go scroll though all the asks related to this fic 🫶🏽🫶🏽 and then maybe…get started on frenzy (i’ve never read a fic like frenzy so im scared 😳)

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alright lemme dip into this and answer you properly <3

it's not contradictory!!! it takes people different amounts of time to read so that doesn't bother me at all! i promise im not forcing you to read everything RIGHT NOW!!! though, of course, i love your feedback and would love if you did make it through my fics :D

as for heeseung, i def wrote him to be an asshole but like...one that you could fuck anyway. some of us just wanna have fun with a red flag, and it's fictional so i see no issue with it :D as for fucking the friend group, since the fic was a gift for my favorite oomfie i didn't want to self indulge too much. it was heeseung centered both in mind and spirit, however i will definitely delve into fucking all of hyung line in a fic someday c:

yeeeeeeeeah the pillow scene was the instance in my head where heeseung was 100% certain he had her in the palm of his hand, so parading around like a sex magnet would come naturally for him rather than needing to put effort in. it was fucking play time for him, so yes, 0-100 is a perfect way to describe that point in the fic. he really switched it up from being blatantly interested to what the fuck does he want with me?????

i also do tend to add some jokes and comedic relief in my fics solely because it's who i am as a person. a lot of my humor is very dry and read as a narrator voice but i feel like it comes across well :D at least in MY head it does.

as for the birth control AND plan B. we all know it's unhealthy and not viable at all. it's actually quite cringe that she'd be so paranoid and do such a thing. it's also very much not realistic, so i don't quite enjoy when people come at it like "i just know her body is blahblahblah"

like.....yeah, but the point of that was to show how like.....there's a question there regarding how she feels about her relationship. reader's sister very clearly works hard and barely has time for a relationship, hence why she does just about everything to keep heeseung, but like......hee wants a kid and a family........and she adds EXTRA protection simply bc she probably suspects heeseung to poke holes or some shit.

it's not meant to be seen as "she's so uptight!!!" it's more like "now why would she feel the need to do that?!"

its bc heeseung is a manipulator through and through :D so im a lil sad that the instance flew over people's heads, but, it is what it is and it's just a small moment in the fic so i aint that annoyed.

#ask #💗 anon

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Christmas games night - Day 19

TW: Fluff

Summary: Your annual games night with your teammates and friends was the perfect way for you all to get prepared for the festive time ahead. It was filled with so much laughter, games and a lot of drinks. It was a perfect get-together.

"Your breathing too loudly!" Jordan sternly said as he stared right at you from across the floor.

"No, I am not!" You quickly shot back with a laugh. Jordan's hands delicately skimmed the Jenga block hanging on for dear life. Everyone's breathing was held as the tense atmosphere fell across you all sat around in a circle looking at the wooden rectangular blocks.

"Shhhhhh" Thiago whispered as he looked closely at his captain's actions. For years since you and Jordan moved down to Liverpool, you had always held an annual games night. It started small, just you and him a couple of days before Christmas but as years went by more and more people started to join as well as many more games, many more alcoholic drinks and throwback songs. Jordan's hand started to pull out the wooden block as you all held every single breath and feared to move an inch of your body.

"Guys! Food is here!" Curtis shouted as soon as Jordan was close to completing his go. As the words fell from Curtis's mouth Jordan's hand smashed onto the many pieces in strange orders trying to keep its balance. In a matter of seconds, the whole of the Jenga set fell to the floor and Jordan was left with one piece to his name.

"Curtis!" Jordan shouted with a laugh as he realised the mess he had made for you all. You all couldn't stop laughing at how one wooden game could go from 0 to 100 in just one second. You pushed the tears from your cheeks as the amusement of your husband sent you all out of control.

"Sorry mate!" Curtis shouted back as he kicked the door closed whilst juggling all of the takeaway boxes in his arms.

"Right we need to play Twister later on," Diogo said with a laugh as you all pulled yourselves off the floor and made your way over to the aroma of food coming from the kitchen. A few of the lads and their families were stuck in your and Jordan's large kitchen singing and dancing to the familiar Christmas songs.

"We do" you quickly replied as you and Jordan followed the Portuguese striker out of the living room door. Your house was filled with piles and piles of Christmas decorations making the bright lights from the ceiling dance off the glittered ribbon and shiny baubles.

As soon as you had all eaten your food and sung along to plenty more Christmas songs the drunken task of the twister was upon you all. Since you had started the annual Christmas parties Twister was always the game that caused the most giggles and most accidents. Alisson was the champion three times running due to his flexible body.

"Right come on!" Jordan shouted with a laugh as he shook open the twister mat and laid it down on the floor. You all pilled into the living room with laughs and smiles as Jordan tried his best to sort out the game. Diogo quickly grasped the spinner with a smile as he stood proudly waiting for the game to start. "Who is going first?" Diogo added with a questionable expression as he cocked his head to the side.

"I'll go!" Trent and Curtis both shouted as they came running through the living room door pushing each other out of the way.

"Which one?" You asked with a laugh as they both pushed each other to get closer to the twister mat.

"Me!" Trent quickly shouted as he jumped onto the mat and took a spin.

"Left-hand red" Diogo shouted as Trent placed his hand onto the given mark.

"Jordan your go," You said with a smile as he gave you a smirk as if he didn't want to join in. You knew how much twister annoyed your husband due to his questionable increasing age.

"Left foot blue" Diogo shouted again as you all watched the 32-year-old waddle onto the mat. Trent giggled to himself as he looked up at his familiar captain.

"Something funny lad?" Jordan asked with a raised eyebrow as he placed his foot on the blue mark and tried to push his friend over.

"Jordan that is against the rules!" You warned with a laugh as Diogo high-fived you with a smile.

"You are supposed to be on my side" Jordan said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"I am babe! I love old men" You said with a cheeky tone. Everyone around you laughed as the joke of Jordan becoming slightly older than everyone else started to amuse the group.

"You mean you love dilfs" Jordan corrected with a wink as James tried to work out where his action was going to be on the mat. You took one look at him and shook your head.

"I know what I meant babe" You warned with a giggle as you gave him a soft kiss on his cheek and clambered to sit closer to him as he tried to balance as much as possible on the mat. Games night was forever filled with laughter, jokes and more often than not taking the piss out of your Jordan, even if you didn't mean it.

Hey guys! 👋🏻This is day 19 of the advent calendar📅. I hope you enjoyed this one🤩. Please leave feedback as I love to know your opinions on my writing and what I have done well and can do better upon🤗. Merry Christmas!🎄 Masterlist. ❤️

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havoc-bloom · 1 year

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General Headcanons For (Most Of) The Dreams of An Insomniac Characters!!

(Excluding Lankmann cause I’ve already posted about him more than enough)

HC’s under the cut!!

Clyde:

- He’s so fucked up /pos

- Enjoys metal/rock, would listen to Mindless Self Indulgence

- If he tries hunting/chasing you I feel like you could distract him with candy

- Scary on the outside but an absolute sweetheart, especially with Winfrey (they’re boyfriends /hj)

- Prankster man, would place a banana peel on the ground and wait for you to comically slip and fall over it

- Eeeevil evil mischievous fellow

- About as straight as a curly fry

- Me, seeing Winfrey and Clyde: “oh my god, they were roommates :0”

- He has an evil laugh that he practiced in the mirror. Please tell him it’s cool and evil and maniacal.

Winfrey:

- Winfrey, my sweet baby boy. You poor poor thing.

- I CAN FIX HIM I SWEAR

- Winfixed AU gives me life (thanks Tigera)

- Plays violin extremely well, but can also play the piano

- If you ask him to play Megalovania he will bite you.

- Yes, he bites.

- His “theme song” may be Your Consenting Mind from Spooky’s Jumpscare Mansion according to Pastra, but damnit his anthem will always be Because Dreaming Costs Money, My Dear by Mitski in my heart and soul.

- Unironically used to not really acknowledge him because the other characters felt like they overshadowed him BUT THEN I MET @/tigerarainbowra-blog and my worldview has been CHANGED in the best way possible

- Me: (slaps the top of Winfrey’s head) “You won’t believe how much angst you can fit in here.”

- Really really heavy British accent, at least before he Went Feral™

- If the floor is being straight, then this man is crawling on the ceiling.

Klaus:

- What a douchebag /lh

- Reeks of birthday cake (he uses it to lure in kids to kill; I headcanon that Veldigun can change the way they smell and either completely nullify it or amplify it to make whoever they’re hunting more afraid or unaware of them) but also smells like blood and death.

- Absolutely vile, both in terms of personality and physical appearance

- Buried childhood trauma (he dares not talk abt it)

- Literally just needed some emotional help as a kid and if he got it he would’ve turned out fine, but somehow he got more fucked up with no thanks to the Lankmann Foundation.

- I can make anyone have sympathy for any character. Making people feel bad for Klaus is proof of that.

- Listens to Insane Clown Posse and Melanie Martinez

- He’s angry. He’s so, so angry, all the time. I wonder what put that anger in him.

Jack:

- GET HIM THERAPY JESUS FUCK

- I can fix him I promise

- We need to get him OUT of his toxic-ass relationship with Klaus, like right now. Let him be happy. Please.

- Looks up to Klaus even though he knows he’ll never be respected in the same way.

- He likes breakcore lmfao, also he listens to 100 gecs unironically /pos

- I like to think he makes kandi bracelets and he made matching ones for him and Klaus. Even tho Klaus is a bitch he still never takes off the bracelet, and neither does Jack.

- Sends the most cursed of memes at the most unholy times of night. You’ll get a notification from him at 6:06 AM and it’s just a radically blurred image of a cockroach with the caption “daniel.”

- Really truly just wants to continue making toys for kids.

- Has ate drywall and will do so again

Simon:

- Pleasant little farm boy

- He constantly smells like he just walked out of a barn, probably because he did. You get used to it (eventually).

- LOVES ANIMALS SO SO MUCH

- Animals > people, would rather chill with Flock for the day than actually socialize.

- Suppresses his Southern accent a lot but when he gets angry or super excited you’ll hear the Country™ in his voice.

- Kind of jarring hearing a Texas accent come out of a Canadian tbh

- I want his hand in marriage /hj

- autistic /hj

- So far back into the closet he may as well be that one sweater from the 3rd grade you could never find again. Fruitier than Froot Loops but completely oblivious about it.

The Flock:

- BIRD MOMENT

- Yes, it can fly.

- Yes, it can purr.

- No, you cannot pet it.

- Does that thing snakes do where they curl up into little coils and rest their head on the top. Yeah that.

- Also does that thing hognose snakes do where they’ll play dead if they feel threatened, but instead they do it to lure in prey into thinking they’re an easy meal.

- Like a parrot it can mimic voices.

- Jack taught it to say curse words and now anytime someone gets near it’s just “BITCH”

- Will eat Cheez-Its out of your hand

Mortimer Gray:

- Oh, this poor motherfucker. This unfortunate fellow. He has been through so much.

- Overworked, underpaid artist.

- Serious burnout, but dammit if he’s getting paid he’ll get it done.

- Artblock 24/7, creatively exhausted. Just leave him alone for a while, please.

- Had a sparkledog phase, is now definitely a furry /hj

- Self esteem issues? He’s got all of them. Every single one.

- Anxiety to the fucking max

- I relate a few songs to him, namely Bag Of Bones by Mitski (burnout central haha) and Against The Kitchen Floor by Will Wood (honestly I was listening to it while drawing him and now it’s just kinda,, a thing I relate him with now.)

- Help me I kin him

#dreams of an insomniac #doai #headcanons #doai headcanons #clyde doai #winfrey doai #klaus doai #jack doai #simon doai #flock doai #mortimer gray doai

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☄︎. *. ⋆ If U Wanna Stay •°. *࿐

➵ art by Oyakorodesu on twt!

➵ In which Albedo has fallen in love with his best friend. Sadly. Or at least that’s what he thinks…

➵ warnings: a bit ooc albedo and cursing from reader (ง'̀-'́)ง

➵ Modern AU!

➵ gender neutral reader ( ˘ ³˘)

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

If U Wanna Stay- Sweatcult

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VOLUME: ▁▂▃▄▅▆▇ 100%

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Albedo was furious with himself. He fell in love with one of his good friends, again.

The first time he felt like his heart was destroyed before his eyes. Feeling like his heart was crumbled into pieces like chalk on concrete. Oh the irony.

He couldn’t help it though, you were just…you and he loved everything about you.

He was so tired of falling for his friends like this but he couldn’t help it this time after seeing and feeling how content he is with you. The way you were always there for him and helped heal his heart to be somewhat whole again.

Yet still, he was afraid to tell you, which was understandable. He lost one of his bestest friends to him confessing so a deep fear lingers around, making him scared that you’d leave too.

He didn’t want any of that happening, going as far as completely removing you from his life. I mean, it seemed easier for him since he wouldn’t let you leave him first this time.

It went well for a few days, but the more days that passed without you and avoiding you at all costs, he began to feel even worse than he anticipated.

He felt so empty and lonely now that he didn’t receive any messages from you since he blocked your number and all your socials.

He missed your guys’ study lunches that you both almost never studied as surprising as it was for his character. He just missed you entirely and he was surely regretting that awful decision he made.

Thankfully, you weren’t one that took ghosting so well.

So here you were, standing outside of his home and trying to get his attention as best you could.

Klee, his little sister, was jumping up and down at the sight of you. You two got extremely close once albedo and you grew closer over the past year.

It was extremely upsetting for her too when you stopped coming to hang out and play with her. She would always tell you how you were her favorite friend of her brother’s and always asking if you two would get married soon which you would always laugh and nod at.

Albedo was biting his thumb nail now anxiously as he stared at you walking back and worth outside his window, deep in thought.

Yes, he knew he was being paranoid and going as far as watching your every move but he couldn’t help seeing how cute your concentration face was right now. He loves that look when you two finally try and study.

He sighed and backed away, making his way back to the living room when his doorbell rang.

Grabbing klee from opening the door, he shook his head and motioned for her to be quiet.

He had his hand over her mouth, stopping her from speaking to you which made her whine.

“Albedo you asshole! Let me in and talk to me. I know you’re next to the door you, jerk!” He heard you yell and finally he knew he really needed to be honest with you.

Opening the door, he expected to be lectured like she did when he told her the truth, but all he got as a response was you crushing him in a tight hug.

He heard you sniffle as your embrace grew tighter. Grabbing his shoulders, you pushed him away slightly to look in his eyes, trying to find any hate or anger in them to indicate that he didn’t want to see you.

But all you saw was sadness in those pretty eyes of his.

“Why?” You whispered, making his lip quiver as he gripped your hands in his.

“I was afraid you’d leave me. I thought it would’ve been better for the both of us.” You gave him a look to continue as you waited to understand what he was feeling.

“I have…fallen in love with you. I told myself that if you left me, that I would let you. But thinking of it now, pushing you away like that without telling you how I felt, completely destroyed me even more than before. I don’t care if you leave or stay, but I just want you to know that i love you and I’ve been in love with you since I’ve met you.”

It was silent between the two of you. A few minutes had passed by and you both could hear the soft pattering of rain hitting the windows of his house, making the mood a bit colder now.

But you personally, you loved the rain. Almost as much as you loved him.

“Do you have any idea how I dreamt of you saying that? Albedo, you ignoring me, made me think you hated me,”

Gripping his hands tighter, you placed as soft kiss on his knuckles and sighed.

“I thought you found out somehow that I liked you more than a friend should. I thought I ruined my chances with you.” You felt your tears escape as they dripped down your jaw and to the floor.

You saw the frown that took over his face again and you felt like your heart was about to burst as he wiped your tears for you, keeping him soft hand on your cheek.

You nuzzled into it slightly, looking to the floor in shyness.

“I was an idiot for pushing you away. It wasn’t fair, for either of us because i didn’t tell the truth. My feelings devoured my last friendship and I was afraid you’d leave me too.”

You shook your head as he sighed, looking up at the ceiling in deep thought.

“So I say this now…when you want to leave, please leave. But if you want to say, please…please stay.”

The two of you held onto one another, watching the rain fall and the beautiful gray clouds taking over the blue sky. A deep question flowing through the mists.

Yet the answer was clear now. Clearer than ever. With the way the two of you were holding onto one another lovingly. You were going to stay.

#gender neutral y/n #genshin angst #albedo #genshin impact #genshin albedo #angst with a happy ending #albedo x you #albedo x reader #x reader #imagines

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aceing-it-spaceing-it · 1 year

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I posted 5,292 times in 2022

That's 1,755 more posts than 2021!

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I tagged 1,901 of my posts in 2022

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My Top Posts in 2022:

I love how in a couple of months (probably not even that) the Bells Hells went from fighting living furniture outside a bar, to planning a road trip to the moon.

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I love how through all the history info dumping we got in episode 2, the one thing Brennan made very clear was everyone sees Asmodeus as hot.

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I can’t believe Laudna died just after she got the spider climb spell.

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I love that Travis went from never wanting to do romance in game, to blushing the brightest shade of red when flirting with his own wife. And now he’s playing a weird horny game of chicken with Ashley, that I’m pretty sure he started.

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My #1 post of 2022

The look of sheer relief on everyone's faces when Brennan said that Cerrit survived really got me, but special shout out to Marisha’s genuine reaction of laughing with tears in her eyes, which then caused me tear up.

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jqemfanfic · 2 years

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Love in the Limelight, Chapter Three: Embarrasing Introductions - Side B

Once the brothers had finished with all the introductions and speeches it had gone way over time and it had already reached 12:30. We were supposed to wrap it up at 11:00.

I was hankering for a coffee so bad at this point.

The brothers ushered us out of the meeting room and down the hall to the entrance where there were about 20 golf carts lined up to take us to the main set where a breakfast buffet was set up for us. I got into a cart with Gaten, Sam, and Natalia. Our conversation was full of catch-up talk and general chit-chat as we hadn't seen each other in a while. I was listening to what they were saying and contributing where I could or when I was spoken to, but honestly, my mind was elsewhere.

How can I ask who he is without it sounding weird? What if they get sus? Is he crew or is he part of the newer cast? However, I didn't have to ask as he was brought up in the conversation anyways. "Have you met Eddie yet Billie?" I looked over at Sam who was next to me. She had been trying to make sure she knew who everyone was before we started production so she studied the cast and crew books religiously. "hmm?" I hummed before snapping out of my blank stare, realizing I was being spoken to "Um no not yet, what is he like? Is he nice?" I asked still only somewhat engaging in the conversation. "He was the guy in the corner talking to Noah and David, the one with the green sweater?" explained Gaten. "I don't know if you noticed him but he's playing Eddie. His name is Joseph". Suddenly my interest in the conversation went from 0 to 100 real quick. I had to compose myself for a second before I let my face tell everyone what my head was thinking.

Then reality set in.

You're the "leader" of the hellfire club, as the brothers put it. Oh god... The nausea was back. This means that I'm going to be spending a lot of time with this guy. Eddie is the Dm of the Hellfire club. He was the new main character of the group. My heart quickened at the thought and the colour that had just left my cheeks snuck back up on me again. Perfect, let's make it obvious you have a lady boner for him, shall we? I brought my hand up to my mouth, picking at my lip, another one of my anxious quirks.

"Yeah, the guy who was literally eye fucking you from across the room" Sam whispered as she leaned into my ear. I darted my gaze at her, shocked at her words. I playfully punched her shoulder and she laughed, i grabbed her arm. My face was in full-on tomato mode now.

"Shut up Sam, he was not! oh my god," I yell whispered. I hoped to God the others weren't listening. A huge smile I couldn't hold back enveloped my face. "So, you did notice him then?" she whispered again, a menacing smile still on her face. She cracked her knuckles and her neck, tilting her head side to side

"wingman mode, activated" she smiled.

I squeezed her arm and looked her dead in the eye and mouthed don't you dare. She shrugged, still with the menacing smile plastered on her face. Before she could give me a smart-ass response, we pulled up outside the giant air hanger of a set we saw that there were lots of tables set up and the breakfast buffet ready and waiting. Everyone had been assigned tables in an attempt from the brothers for people who may not know each other to mingle. Sam said she would find my table for me.

I however made a B line for the coffee table.

I grabbed the biggest cup possible and filled it to the brim. I sighed happily as I brought it up to my lips and let out a quiet fuck yes to myself before closing my eyes taking a sip of the warm liquid gold.

"I guess coffee is the way to your good side, noted," said a voice to the side of me. I turned my head and saw him. Making tea for himself. He looked up from stirring to smile at me. I choked slightly on my drink as I turned to face him. He's British?

"You okay?" he said, a look of concern mixed with amusement on his face. "didn't mean to scare you"

Fuck.

I blushed whilst I nodded, trying to swallow as I died inside and put the cup back down on the table. "Joseph, Joseph Quinn" he reached his hand out for me to shake "how very Bond of you" I said with a smirk, happy with my quick remark "Sybil, Sybil Monet, but everyone calls me Billie" I took his hand and shook it. Goosebumps enveloped my whole right side as he touched me.

"Sybil? Now that's a name you don't hear anymore" he added "very British" he took a sip of his tea, not breaking eye contact.

God damn those eyes.

"Um yeah, my parents really made my heritage obvious" I laughed. "But I mean I feel like the same could be said about your name". He nodded with a grin swallowing his sip of tea "touché" he smirked. He has the most attractive smile. I looked down and realized that our hands were still attached. I cleared my through and gently pulled my hand away. Though I knew that I didn't want to.

He reluctantly pulled away his too "you don't sound all that British though? Is that Australian I hear?" he asked, crossing his arms, and looking me up and down, again. I don't think my heart can handle him scanning me like that. Especially since with his arms crossed it made the width of his shoulders more prominent.

God damn.

"Yeah, it is, I am British though I lived there till I was 12 then my family and I moved to Melbourne." I responded twirling my watch around my wrist in a nervous fashion. "Right, I for sure heard a fleck of British in your voice when you were talking back there so that explains it." I sucked my teeth with a smile whilst nodding my head.

"yeah, it definitely comes out when I'm nervous" reaching up and rubbing my neck, eyes glued to the floor to cover the red on my blushing cheeks. "So, I make you nervous?" he asked. My Head tilted trying to gain my eye contact back. My head shot back up and looked at him, realizing I must still have a British fleck in my voice as I was talking to him.

Fuck.

He smirked at me, sipping his tea again and looking at me over the rim of his cup. what is going on? Is he flirting with me?

I opened my mouth to say something, but Sam came in and saved me. "I found your table Billie, it's number 3," she said smiling at my blushing face, knowing exactly why I was doing so. I took a deep breath to calm myself.

Thank God for Sam.

"Hi I'm Sam, Billie's assistant" she smiled at joseph and reached out her hand to him. "Joseph" he smiled and shook her hand. "Nice to meet you, I think you guys are on the same table anyways if you want to follow me" she added and she turned to lead us to our table sneaking a quick knowing glance at me.

Joseph looked at me and motioned for me to go first "after you" he said. Ugh he's cute. "Thank you, kind sir," I laughed as I followed on behind Sam.

Is he being a gentleman? Or is it an excuse to check me out?

Please God let it be both.

#joseph quinn #stranger things #fanfic #smut #eddie munson

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So NYC is 2/2 for me spending my first night there getting my back blown out LMAO

I can’t believe I forgot to post about this on my birthday a month ago

So like, I finally hooked up with a guy I’ve been friends with for years when I was up in NYC for my birthday. One could argue I’m using the term “friend” loosely here because we’ve had an on and off again flirting situation for YEARS.

We were supposed to get dinner together when I was up there back in October, but it was a mutual friend’s birthday so we couldn’t find the time. Since it was my birthday this time, however, we were able to make the time.

First off, I busted my ass because I missed the last step going down to the Airbnb 😭 Surprisingly, I didn’t feel an ounce of embarrassment and luckily I didn’t hurt myself so I just laughed it off. He was slightly concerned though and didn’t laugh

We got dinner the day before my birthday and talked for a couple hours. Then at the end he asked if I wanted to go to a bar or go back to his place. At first I said I’d be down to go to a bar but then he pointed out how I literally just said I don’t have more than 2-3 drinks and I had 2 at dinner so he offered his place again. (If we hadn’t been friends for years, I would’ve stuck to the bar and just not drank but we’ve built up enough trust for me to feel safe) So we get an Uber back to his and this is where the stars aligned for him to be the smoothest mf in the planet.

The driver’s seat was too far back for my legs to fit comfortably so he goes “oh, why don’t you scoot over here for more room?” So I scoot over and he puts his arm around me and rests his hand on my hip. Then we circle back to talking about the Topicals Slick Salve (we were talking about it earlier in the night with another friend when he came and picked me up) He asks to try it and I was like “yeah, I have it right here” and he asks if I have any on at the moment and that’s when it clicked so I put some more on and offered to have him try it. Then we made out in the backseat of the Uber the entire rest way to his place (that poor driver) That’s when things went from 0 to 100 because it was immediate open mouth French kissing when I was expecting a cute lil make out moment for us kissing for the first time. This energy continued when we got to his building where we were holding hands going to up to his apartment, which was a very cute and wholesome moment

When we got inside his apartment, we sat on his couch and started making out again. He asked what I was comfortable with and I told him I was down for wherever we end up going. I was straddling his lap while wearing a skirt so he offered me a pair of his shorts that I declined because the offer is cute and all but I’m a big bitch. His shorts weren’t going over these hips. But I did take the skirt off and was standing there in my bodysuit and watched him admire my body after he had switched into a pair of grey sweat shorts (because of course he chose the grey ones) After trying unsuccessfully to lay down and make out on his couch, he asked if I was comfortable enough to move to his bed. I said I was so he grabbed me by the hips and guided me to his room

We get to his bed and you can assume what happened after that.

I will say he was a lot rougher than I expected. Not that I’m opposed to it, but again, I wasn’t expecting it on the first link. Especially because I would never have assumed that energy from our conversations. In hindsight, I think he was a little excited and overzealous so he had to pull out all the moves because he did say he was gonna make the most of it. I should’ve taken a moment to be like “relax. I’m not going anywhere,” but alas. There were some tender moments where I’d stroke his cheek, kiss his nose, and lay on his chest. He also wished me happy birthday when it turned midnight so he was the first person to say it. Even beating out my bestie who I was staying with when she called and asked if she was the first and he mouthed “tell her yes!” When I was putting my boots on to leave, I noticed one of my heels broke from when I had fallen down the stairs earlier. He asked to see and then attempted to put my boot on my foot and I made a joke about me being Cinderella and he rolled his eyes. He also had to use his inhaler before we left 🤭 We were joking as he was walking me to my Uber and he kissed me goodbye

Overall, it felt like it was a long time coming and such a slow burn leading up to this moment. I also noticed that this was the first time I’ve had sex and not overthought every single thing. I just went with the flow, trusted myself, and let myself actually enjoy it. Idk if it’s due to it being with a longtime friend or because I’m just having more experience with sex in general, but yeah. It was nice being in the moment instead of my head for once. Even though I didn’t enjoy it as much as with the other guy in October, I’d sleep with him again if the opportunity arises. The sex wasn’t bad at all and I actually enjoyed experiencing this new level of roughness. But the reason I didn’t enjoy it as much is because it felt like a lot for a first link. There was a lack of softness, tenderness, and consideration that I really appreciated from my experience with the other guy. This time was very fast paced as opposed to the other guy where we sat in the moment and took things slower and asked questions and had check ins

But yeah, if there’s a next time, I’ll be sure to slow the pace down for sure

#I love treating my tumblr like a diary #because it truly is lmao #y’all just have the privilege of also reading my thoughts #it’s funny because the last guy said I’d be catching another body in 6 months #and I swore up and down that it wouldn’t happen #but I truly wasn’t expecting to sleep with this guy #was I hoping? yes #expecting? no #so when the previous guy called and wished me a happy birthday I had to be like ‘so you were right…’#my shit

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I posted 6 times in 2022

That's 6 more posts than 2021!

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Recovering from narcissist abuse,and severe ptsd. Im bipolar and im just barely hanging on. Some days go by ok and some days I hide and cry all day. I scream on the inside so no one hears me, I smile because I dont want anyone to know how bad I feel. The sun doesn't shine on me and the darkness is not where I want to be. I never want anyone to know how bad I'm hurting, but sometimes its to much. I feel so lost and um looking for something anything that makes me feel better. I dont want sympathy, I dont want to blame anyone, I just want to be able to stand on my own two feet and feel worthy of life.

0 notes - Posted August 24, 2022

Today I hate myself! I slept to long, I are the wrong food, im gaining weight when I need to lose. My head hurts from crying, my knees hurt from praying to God to help me find peace. I want to scream and throw something breakable. I want so much to be ok and stop feeling this way. How am I so old and still so stupid. Why do I always choose to care. I let him hurt me over and over so many times that when he left for good I just knew he would come back. I took steps to make sure he would never hurt me again. Steps that I knew he would not be able to accept, I didnt want him back. I was to scared that I would keep allowing him to hurt me until he went to far.i didn't know he was a narcissist for sure. The day he told me he was marring a girl half our age it was like he took all of the air out of my lungs and held his hand over my mouth so I couldn't get more. Now she is his victim and im living in a nightmare. Im scared of the whole world. I cant ever be with someone like him again but everyone I meet seems to be like that. So it must be me. So what do I do. I put on a smile and I pray to God above please don't let me fall in love today everyday. It would kill me.

1 note - Posted October 19, 2022

I want to write a book and I need some help. I dont even know where to start actually.

1 note - Posted August 19, 2022

I had never heard the word "narcissist " before and I really didn't know what it meant. About six months into my relationship with him my daughter said to me" mom he is a Narcissist and he will only hurt you" I kinda laughed it off and I didn't really think about it again. When he beat me up and threw me out of his car in the middle of nowhere in the pouring rain only to come back and get me 45 minutes later, my friend at work told me he was a "narcissist " but I still didn't know what that meant. In today's society everyone has a label label. Im bipolar and i have ptsd, so saying someone is a narcissist didn't really bother me. Fast forward about 4 years. He had completely taken over my life. He gave me my medication because he had if locked in a box so I couldn't get it or even see what hd was giving me. I couldn't see my children unless he was with me. I felt empty and alone, but a narcissist? Maybe? Was he a narcissist or was I for wanting to have things my way for a day or two. Was it his fault or mine for letting him say whatever, do whatever and still believe he loved me. Whose fault was it? I honestly didn't know!

4 notes - Posted December 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Being a survivor means getting past the pain and hurt to a point that you can help people who haven't made it to that point. Hope and faith brings a person closer to living happiness again and never looking back to what happened wanting to go back. Its help you push forward and start over weather you're alone or not. Being alone is not a bad thing sometimes it make you strong so that you can let the person who is supposed to be in you life walk in and show you what real is.

7 notes - Posted November 26, 2022

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