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storiesforthemoonchild · 5 months

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One Kiss | Jana Fernández x Reader

a little childhood bestie to lover fic for Jana based on this request. switched it up a bit, but hope you like it anon :)

“Where’s your little girlfriend (y/n)?” Patri teases, ruffling your hair as she takes her seat next to you in the changing room.

You huff pulling your head from her grip, “she’s not my girlfriend Patri stop saying it. She needed to see the physio this morning.”

“Yeah, but you want her to be your girlfriend,” she continues her teasing, earning a smack to the back of her head from Mapi.

“Leave the kids alone Patri,” the defender says, sending you a wink. You send Mapi a grateful smile.

It wasn’t something new, most of the girls thought you and your best friend Jana were dating. It didn’t usually bother you as much as it had been recently. You don’t know when it happened or maybe it was always there, but recently you found yourself having new feelings for your best friend, feelings that best friends don’t have for one another.

You and Jana were inseparable ever since the age of six. Meeting for the first time in primary school and both bonding over your love for football. Every big moment in either of your lives the other was there. When you got your first call up to the youth teams the first call you made was to Jana. You were there on the day she signed her contract with Barcelona, smile wider than even hers as it had been both your goals. Of course when your offer came a few weeks later Jana was the first to know, readying the celebrations as you would both be continuing your careers side by side. Stepping on the pitch at the same time as your best friend for your Barcelona debut was the greatest moment of your life.

Until recently there wasn’t a single secret you kept from each other. However, that changed over the offseason, you both had been on holiday with some of the other girls and Jana was different. Not different in the sense that she changed, but different in your eyes. You found your eyes lingering a little too long on her, her innocent touches to your arm causing your skin to tingle, the normal cheek kisses you’ve shared plenty of times suddenly causing a flurry of butterflies to erupt within you. You had all these new feelings and the one person who you’d confide in was the one person you couldn’t turn to.

You were good at hiding it though, at least you thought you had been. That was until Mapi caught you staring off in the direction of Jana one day in training and just by the smirk she sent, you knew she could tell. She didn’t bring it up, but suddenly her teasing stopped and she was quick to shut down the other girls as well. You were grateful she hadn’t brought it up, but also you really needed to say it aloud to someone.

“Mapi,” you shout to the defender on your way to the pitch. She’s quick to turn in your direction and wait for you to catch up. “Hey, do you think after training that maybe we could get lunch…just us together,” you ask nervously.

Mapi sends you a teasing smirk, “I’m flattered (y/n), but I’m happy with Ingrid.”

You shove her, “Nevermind, forget it,” you attempt to sprint off, but she's quick to grab you.

“I’m joking kid. Of course we can. Anywhere you want on me,” she knew why you wanted to talk. You just give her a nod before running off.

As soon as you step on the pitch Lucy mimics Patri’s earlier teasing, “no girlfriend today (y/n)?”

You kick the ball harshly at her legs before mumbling, “she’s at the physio and she’s not my girlfriend.”

“Trouble in paradise?” She teases wrapping an arm around you.

You don’t even get a chance to respond before you feel her being pushed away and two arms placed around your waist. You didn’t even need to turn around. You know her touch, “no touching my girl Bronze,” Jana says placing an innocent as always kiss on your cheek.

Your cheeks flush in a deep shade of red as she pulls away, “how did it go? Everything alright?”

“Of course, nothing can stop me, amor,” she tells you, pulling you along to start warming up.

That was normal. Jana has always been affectionate with you. A hand on your thigh as she drives, a kiss on the cheek whenever she feels, holding your hand to walk anywhere, cuddling over movies in your living room, all of it was normal. The only thing out of the ordinary was the way they’d started to make you feel.

You’d never been more grateful for a quick training session, as you were eager to talk to Mapi. You were sitting in front of your locker waiting for the older defender when Jana arrived, “vamos amor.”

You’re startled, “Oh, lo siento Jana. I will go with Maria today for lunch.”

“Oh, why? Are you okay?” She asks, taking in every inch of your frame.

You feel shy under her gaze, “Sí, it is just lunch to chat and catch up on things.”

Jana looks at you like she doesn’t quite buy your story but she shrugs nonetheless, “Okay, well come over later for cuddles?”

The hopeful look in her eyes makes it impossible for you to say no. Even when you know that cuddling with Jana will only lead to more feelings. You nod, accepting the kiss she places to your cheek before walking away. When you look up you are met with the curious gaze of Mapi as she holds Ingrid’s hand. She gives you a tilt of the head and you get up following wordlessly behind them to the car.

“Hola (y/n),” Ingrid beams looking back at you when you finally reach the car. “Care if I crash your lunch?”

“No, no of course not,” you’re quick to reassure. The two were pretty much a package deal anyway, so you had expected it. The two of you didn’t speak a whole lot, but you liked Ingrid.

The drive to the restaurant was silent. You took the time to prepare your thoughts, but it was useless. The moment you sat down at the table and the two older girls looked in your directions the words fell out, “I think I love Jana,” you blurt before you have time to chicken out.

Ingrid smiles brightly at you, while Mapi stares at you blankly. “That’s so sweet (y/n). I think the two of you would be very cute together,” Ingrid tells you, reaching a hand across the table to hold yours.

You blush and look in the direction of Mapi waiting on a response, “That was anticlimactic. I thought it would be a bit more of a struggle to get you to admit it,” Mapi shrugs, taking a sip of her water.

“I’ve wanted to say it for months and I knew that you knew. I just need advice, because she’s my best friend. What if she hates me after I tell her.”

Ingrid squeezes your hand in comfort, “I don’t think Jana could ever hate you. You two are practically married now,” the Norwegian teases with a wink.

“She could hate you,” Mapi shrugs, causing your nervous eyes to snap back in her direction.

“Maria, why would you say that?” Ingrid chastises.

“No, no she’s right. I’ll make things awkward between us if I say something. I’ll keep it to myself. The feelings will fade eventually.”

“NO!” Mapi nearly shouts, “that’s not what I’m saying. I mean, yes it’s a possibility she could hate you, but if you truly love her, letting her know and putting yourself out there is worth the risk. Sí?”

“You have to work on your delivery, amor,” Ingrid tells her, rolling her eyes.

You nod taking in everything. The rest of your meal was spent with casual conversation. Both of them are trying to help you come up with the perfect plan to tell Jana about your feelings. You just knew you’d know when the moment was right.

They drop you off outside your apartment and instead of making your way to your own place, it’s like your feet have a mind of your own and you’re standing outside of Jana’s door. The two of you made a point to live in the same building so you were never too far from each other. You don’t know how long you sit there before you finally get the courage to knock.

“Hey! Why’d you knock? You could’ve just come in silly,” Jana tells you, pulling you in the apartment. She immediately leads you to the couch, arms wrapping around your waist tightly as she snuggles into your back. “How was lunch?”

“Yeah, good thanks,” you say distractedly trying to remain calm at the feeling of her hand sneaking under your shirt and rubbing circles.

Jana could always tell when something was wrong with you. Her hand stills and the remote she was flipping through Netflix with drops on the couch, “amor, look at me.” You turn in her arms, your faces now only inches apart. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you lie, eyes closing instinctively as she tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Don’t lie to me,” she drops her forehead against yours. Something she always did to calm you ever since you were kids. You can’t fight the pull, you swear you see Jana begin to lean in with you as you move to connect your lips.

It was quick, a small peck before you came to your senses. You are quick to scramble off the couch, “I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m so sorry Jana. I didn’t mean to do that.”

“(Y/n),” she says trying to reach for you, but you pull out of her grasp. “Rabbit,” she whispers, moving closer to you once again. The childhood nickname caused way too many emotions, you freeze. Letting her wrap her arms around you, your head falls to her shoulder.

“I’m so sorry Jana,” you mumble.

You feel her shake her head, pulling you away. She meets your scared gaze with a smile, “I’m not.”

“What?” You ask.

Jana shakes her head before leaning in and connecting your lips. It’s everything you’ve been dreaming of the last few months. You’d never be able to explain the feeling that kissing Jana gave you. She pulls away, a bright smile on her face, “do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?”

You shake your head, “I love you like more than my best friend,” you confess.

“I love you too silly,” she tells you, leaning in to kiss your lips yet again.

"Do you think you'd like to go on a date with me?"

Jana picks you up spinning you around, "I would love to," she beams kissing your cheeks.

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anadiasmount · 7 months

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tropical rains - jude bellingham x reader.

quick sum: when the tropical rain hits in the morning of your first day of vacation, that won’t let jude and your baby boy stop them from ruining their morning.

wc: 3k | masterlist | jude’s masterlist

psa 🗣️: tysm for the anon who sent this request! i love this so so much! and ik we know that jude is a girl dad but boy dad jude just makes me feel so soft 🥹❣️ also not proofread so i’m sorry! but i do appreciate feedback if you’d like ❣️🗣️

“ms. y/n! you have a meeting in 10!” your PA said over the phone. you quickly grabbed your laptop and sat on the couch with a sleepy 9 month old cairo, who kept drifting off to sleep but also fighting it too watch the movie. “you okay sweetie? want mama to hold you?” you say in a tiny baby voice to which he quickly gets up and lays in your embrace.

you quickly open the campaign presentation, and split your screen to have the notes on the other side. you kiss cairo’s head, brushing his curls back as he stares into your eyes, “mama is gonna be on a call, dada should be home soon okay?” although he was nine months, he understood everything you and jude told him.

“now you go to sleep child, you’ve been awake all day” you playfully scold and tickle his side, to which he giggles, snuggling into your neck further and falling asleep in an instant. you press join and talk quietly not wanting to wake cairo up. as expected this brand-ad person wanted it his way but you wouldn’t allow that, negotiating a better contract and prices, and if they didn’t want to comply, they could look for a different company.

you weren’t here to waste time, those who knew you, knew that you weren’t playing games. you worked too hard to get where you’re at. that’s why the company you worked for always succeeded. along that way people would dislike you, since the people above them always appreciated you. if they couldn’t hustle like you, then they shouldn’t talk. it’s one thing jude always loved about you.

but jude and you went way back…

you and jude absolutely despised each other from the start. you couldn’t stand being around him, and when you did see him, you’d tolerate it. the two of you always kept a ‘happy friendship’ since your families were close, but jude and you had much love for his little brother jobe. jobe saw you as an older sister role model and confided in you always, which always warmed your heart since jobe was a sweetheart.

those times you hung out with your families it put an awkward vibe because they didn’t have a single clue of you and jude hating each other. they on the other hand expected something more romantic to appear, but. they never forced upon you two because they wanted to see the two of you happy. it’s all what mattered to them. after a drunken kiss shared between you and jude, it’s where it changed everything.

but, there’s always a but. you had known jude being a playboy throughout his whole life, passed around like some may say, and you’d expected him to embarrass you or worse regret it if he did remember. but all you could feel when you suddenly moved out of england, was the softness of his lips and the fancy scent of his.

when your best friend announced her engagement, she made the decision where you were her maid of honour, and jude was the best man from the groom's side. arriving back to england you avoided jude as much as possible, not wanting to even bump into him. but the two of you were set to be the most important people for the wedding.

after argument and argument, the two of you settled with a treaty, being at peace where the two of you laid. planning the wedding with him was where you learned jude wasn’t bad as you thought, jude thinking the same of you. when meeting you’d go out together for dinner, sit on your porch where you had late night talks about your life’s, and even going together to pick out your bridesmaid dress and his tux, you realised how madly in love you were with him this whole time.

it scared you. because you’ve never felt the way you did. it was a deep connection to him, a meaning of feeling loved and safe in his embrace. adoring the way his nose crinkled when he smiled, or him always tucking your hair back, making sure you always carry some ibuprofen since you can get headaches frequently, the fact no matter where you were, he always checked up on you.

when you accidentally revealed how you felt to him, it wasn’t a shock to him. he sensed it too. promising he never meant to hurt you the way he did, and that this whole time you were apart it made him realize how badly he needed you. he made you his girlfriend the day before the wedding. and then 3 months later you revealed to jobe first, who jumped up in down in excitement, the. your families who were relieved and thrilled.

jude was your first everything. your first kiss, your first boyfriend, your first time, your first love. and you wouldn’t have had it any other way. fast forward years later you were blessed with a healthy but chunky baby boy. and it brought the two of you closer than ever. as a first time mom, you just wanted to keep your baby safe and private, as selfish it may sound it was a bundle of joy you and jude always came home too.

after his approval to real madrid, it opened a new chapter. and it’s starting off bigger and greater than you imagined. you felt at home, and nonetheless jude too. his team welcomed him with open arms and he quickly became one of the best players of the start of the season. jude earned it, he deserved all of it.

after your zoom call you set cairo on the couch, putting pillows around him since he had a habit of rolling and turning in his sleep, just like jude. after setting your laptop in your office you quickly ran into jude’s open arms waiting for you at the door. he picked you up swiftly, your legs wrapping around him, while snuggling closer to him. all he could do was laugh and kiss your collarbone.

jude set you down and grabbed your cheeks, quickly pulling you into a heated kiss. “missed you so much. i hate when you have away games,” you pouted and kissed the small scar on his temple, pulling back. “i know baby, but i'm back now. and after today i’m all yours and cairo’s for the week,” jude said setting down his bag and taking his shoes off, slipping into those slippers.

“but then you go away again longer for the england camp… sorry if i sound so clingy or needy. i just feel like we haven’t spent as much time together you know?” you said, pulling your hair into a messy bun. “don’t apologise for that. i love you’re communicating this with me about this, and believe me i feel the same way. but that’s why we’re having this small holiday okay. and you’re all to me, just like right now.”

jude went up and hugged you, making you smile and lean in for a kiss. “thank you for all this. i truly can't thank you enough for what you do for me and cairo, we love you so much you know? even if you hate my fall candles…” you tease to which he groans and scoffs.

“listen, i have a point when it comes to smelling the same-”

“dada!” cairo bursts out, hair messy and face slightly puffy from his nap. jude quickly strides over and picks him up, kissing his head and cheeks, the sound of your sons giggles filling the room making you smile harder “hi my little man! i missed you so much little one! are you ready to go to the beach, yeah? mama showed me your new toys too!” jude said in a full baby voice, not hiding his adoration for his son at all.

since this would be his second time on a plane, you wanted to keep him distracted while he travelled. already filling up his snacks, his favourite teddy and toys in his small carry on bag. “oh you’re still sleepy, my poor baby, let’s go set you down for your nap. to give mama some time to finish work,” jude said placing cairo on his hip and walking up the stairs, not before sending you a wink and mouthing an ‘i love you! be right back.’

after spending the evening finishing cleaning the house, making some dinner, prepping last minute diapers and baby wipes, and watching a movie, the three of you headed upstairs to sleep. jude had already fallen asleep on top of your left side, his head on resting on you chest one arm draped around your middle. cairo slept peacefully on your right side, hugging your arms as his breaths got deeper and deeper.

the next day was spent mostly travelling. from madrid to costa rica was about a 13 hour flight, so you had to get to the airport early, go through security and then walk to jude’s private jet he insisted on taking, and then the long drive down to the beach. during that time, you fed and changed cairo, making sure the heat wasn’t bothering him.

jude was over the moon when you arrived at your destination, kissing you over and over as you saw your view. after taking a nap, you decided to eat at the hotel’s restaurant not wanting to travel after the day you had. you settled with something simple and easy, not wanting your stomach to react differently. “ew,” you say scrunching your face when you saw jude had ordered a seafood plate.

“it’s so delicious, watch!” jude bit into the shrimp and took a bit out of the lobster, which made you internally gag. “dada is nasty right?” you asked cairo who looked at the two of you confused before clapping his hands on the table. you kissed his head and dove back into the plate attempting not to get grossed out by the smell of seafood.

later at night you made it to the beach, where jude carried cairo on his shoulders, showing and pointing around at the different palm trees and decorations outside. you walked closely behind them, taking small pictures of the view and items you liked to save the memories. “it smells like it might rain,” you tell jude to which he playfully rolls his eyes and slightly smirks at you.

“okay ms. weather reporter. whatever you say,” jude teased.

but you weren’t wrong. the next morning jude stood by the balcony watching as it poured down, the palm trees swaying side to side, as the rain and lightning came down harder. jude scoffed and quietly told himself ‘she was right. it did rain’ but would never admit it. he looked over at you sound asleep on your side, one hand resting on your check while the other one rested around your rib cage.

cairo was about to squeal but jude quickly shushed him. putting the baby on his hip and walking into the bathroom where he brushed his teeth and did some skin care. he changed cairo out his pj’s and into a new diaper, slipping him into a cars ‘lighting mcqueen’ shirt.

jude understood how much stress you were in the past few days, how tired and exhausted you were from working and being a mom at the same time. he truly valued what you did, because it wasn’t easy, yet you managed to make it seem like it was. jude wanted to spoil you, so he quickly went down quietly with cairo and grabbed your favourite coffee, some eggs and pancakes to share between the three of you.

jude also knew how you loved to take pictures of anything, so he made sure to decorate the plate with some fruit as well. jude managed to carry cairo on his hip and the tray of breakfast all the way back to your room. it still continued to rain though, which slightly irked him since all he wanted was the head down to the beach or pool and began his vacation.

jude walked back in quietly yet slight panting, and set the food down on the desk. he kissed cairo’s cheek over and over, making the baby laugh and squirm around. “let’s wake up mama. i miss her and i know you’re hungry too,” jude said, brushing his sons curls back and picking him back up.

you could feel soft kisses being placed all over your hair, face and even arms as you woke up. you tried to adjust to the brightness of the room but that’s when you heard the thunder and rain come down. “good morning beautiful. how’s your sleep?” jude asked, his voice still deep and groggy to which you smiled and hugged him as he towered you on the bed. “so good. haven’t sleep like that in so long, i needed it,” you say, covering your mouth.

“gimme a kiss,” jude whines, but you kept swerving his pouty lips, insisting on brushing your teeth first, which you ended up doing. as you walked back in, cairo crawled over to you, you picked him up, grabbed his head and placed small kisses on his temple, but his hand was tugging on your neckline of the black night goen you were, wanting to be fed. you sit on the bed with cairo who’s feeding, and watch as jude placed the tray of food.

jude leans down and kisses you softly, your hand coming up to his cheek and thumb running softly along his skin. “i got us some breakfast so you wouldn’t have to go down. i also picked some fruit for him but it seems like he’s already busy,” jude says pointing to cairo on your chest. jude brought up the glass of coffee and you took a sip as he held it for you, you thanked him and grabbed his hand, kissing his knuckles.

jude settled next to you and quietly ate the croissant and sunny side up eggs. while you dug into the pancakes and hash browns. after you fed cairo, you offered him some juice and fruits so he did have some sort of solids in him. “did i not tell you it would rain,” you say, grinning at jude to which he narrows his eyes at you.

“you jinxed it!”

“yeha whatever you say. deny deny deny, that i was right,” you begin to joke to which he gasp and stutters but he knows you were right all along. “let’s dance in the rain,” jude randomly says, you stare at him confused but when he suddenly urges you to get out of bed, you knew he wasn’t joking. “jude wait- what do you mean? what if we get sick?” you say.

“then we get sick. we have natural remedies surrounding us, we’ll be fine. this rain isn’t gonna stop me or us from our first day here. just take my hand and i’ll guide us okay?” jude’s voice turned soft, bringing you outside. it only took a minute and then you were completely soaked, you laughed and spun around, enjoying what mother nature brought in first things first in the morning.

jude brought his hands and gripping your waist as you danced, swaying side to side, your foreheads resting with each others, smiling like idiots at what you were doing. but in all honesty, it felt nice, a relief, you let the rain carry away the built up stress and frustration you held from work, slowly letting loose into the movements.

jude kisses your temple and spun you in a circle, and due to the height difference, you were dancing on your tippy toes, giggling as he told stories of how and when he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. he praised you for being a hard worker and an amazing mom to cairo, protecting him at all cost. he kept pecking your lips and whispering ‘i love you… i love y/n’.

jude continued to guide you as your danced, his hand resting low on you back, as your rested around his neck. when lighting struck nearby, the two of you took it as a sign to go inside where cairo continued to watch his cartoons on the tv. when the small brown eyes stared at the two of you drenched he squealed, signalling grabbing hands. jude picked him up and held him close to him.

“i wouldn’t have it another way. we’ve been through our ups and downs but if it meant doing it all over again to be here like this with our little family, i would do it without hesitation…” jude says. you smiled with teary eyes, a tear slowly falling on your cheek where you leaned into jude’s touch as he brushed it away. “give mama a kiss! but not too many because she’s still mine,” he tells cairo.

“if you haven’t noticed jude. this, us and our little family, means the world to me. i can’t wait for more that's yet to come in the future, especially now that i'm expecting our second baby…” you say, a hand coming down and running along the small bump. jude steps back, his eyes roaming down at your figure before setting cairo on the bed and kissing you passionately. “you serious? we’re having another baby?” he asked with tears running down his face.

“yes jude! im 13 weeks… found out last week when i went for my yearly check up. baby is doing well and healthy…” jude gets on his knees and hugs your waist, his head resting right on your bump then kissing the wet material still. he glances up at you, and whispers a small thank you. jude stands back up and holds your bump with his hand.

“you hear that cairo? you’re gonna be a big brother!”

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abbysbunny · 6 months

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puhlease PLEASE a hazel callahan fic takşng place after the movie when hazel thought the kiss was special but PJ is treating her the same so hazel tries to make PJ jealous with y/n but they actually start having feelings (at first passionate) towards each other????????

FEELING'S AREN'T FAKE

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plot: fake dating never works but sometimes it does just in different ways

warnings: light angst, nothing too serious, r is a cheerleader but that doesn't really affect the story!

word count: 1.8k

notes: sorry this took so long to get out but I'm a little burnt out rn! hope you like this anon🫶🏼

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after hazel and PJs kiss, hazel thought that something was there, she tried hanging out more with PJ, but she would just pushed away and end up getting hurt. one lonely night hazel had the bright idea that maybe she could try and make PJ jealous, of course it was a dumb idea but at this point it was all she had.

she opened your contact and sent you a short message proposing the plan

'hey I know it's late but I'm trying to make PJ jealous so I was thinking we could fake date for a while, you down?'

of course she rewrote the message a couple times but when she got it down she nervously pressed send. a half hour later she got your confirmation

'sure, make it simple please I don't wanna waste too much if me time on this'

she smiled at your message excited for tomorrow, trying to go to bed all she could think about was PJ, how she would finally get to be with her, after years of waiting.

you sat on your bed and typed on your computer trying to finish up an essay do tomorrow, but you kept getting distracted by the thought of fake dating hazel, after a long 40 minutes of homework you closed your computer and put on some comfortable clothes. laying in bed you turned over and shut your eyes all of your thoughts just being about hazel

you walked onto school campus and saw hazel sitting on a bench reading something in a small book, 'i wonder what she's reading' you furrowed your brows and started walked over to her, 'hey!' you shouted to her, she quickly looked up and waved at you, you sat down next to her and she closed her little book, 'whatcha reading?' you questioned, 'uhm...she drives me crazy' you nodded, 'okay so what's the plan stan' she chuckled at your lame attempt of a joke and turned her head to you.

'so were just gonna act like we're dating, so hug and flirt and hold hands, all that gross shit, and hopefully PJ will get jealous' she said with a look on her face insinuating she was a very proud of her plan, you nodded and stood back up, 'sounds great to me, I gotta get to class so I'll see you later' you waved and grabbed your bag, 'wait!' hazel said a little too loud, you perked your head up at her, 'shouldn't we go in...together?' she suggested in a nervous tone

'oh shit yeah you're right' you stuck out your hand for her to grab on to, she took your hand and you started walking side by side, you entered the hall and people already turned they're heads to look at you two, I mean it is pretty weird seeing a cheerleader and a total nobody date, you got to hazel's locker and you leaned against against the a near wall, out of the corner of your eyes you saw PJ and Josie walking towards you

'pj and Josie are coming over here' you whispered to hazel, she turned around and shut her locker, a couple seconds later they stood right in front of you, the weird thing is that you had never actually talked to them, so now that you "dating" they're friend you would have to, talking to the girl your crush fake girlfriend is in love with was not on your bucket list. as they started talking you zoned out mid conversation, they talk about such boring stuff, how were you supposed to keep up?

next thing you heard was the loud bell ring, you saw that they had left and now it was just you and hazel, and of course the swarm of students late to class. hazel unexpectedly grabbed your hand and led you through the crowd, you both got to class in time, kinda. the boring school hours past by fast and as soon as you knew it was lunch, you thought you would sit down with your friends like you do everyday, but that was before you were pulled to a table in the corner of the cafeteria with hazel and the rest of the fight club.

as they talked you felt hazel's hand snake around your waist, you felt you face get hot but you continued eating, after an excruciating hour of listening to them talk as hazel moved her hand from your waist, to hips your to shoulder to your thigh, it was finally time to leave you packed everything up and sped out of the cafeteria, hazel catched up to you and walked with you out of school. you both sat down at the same bench from this morning

'so did I do good as a fake girlfriend?' she questioned with a cocky grin on her face, you rolled your eyes and turned your head to face her, sure having her as your fake girlfriend was gonna be nice but what if you catched even more feelings? what if her and PJ actually get together and you're just left alone again. 'you did pretty good' you said leaning against the back of the bench, you smiled and immediately started talking about the rest of the plan.

it has been 2 weeks of the fake dating and it really seemed like PJ didn't care, but tonight there was a big party at Isabel's, hazel thought it was perfect opportunity to make PJ "jealous". you decided to get ready together like a cute couple,hazel wore some simple baggy jeans and a white t-shirt, she almost looked like a frat guy, you chose what you usually wear to party's, nothing to flashy but nothing too simple.

when you got there it was loud and already smelled like BO and alcohol, you sat down on a couch with hazel by your side, she put her arm around your shoulder and you stiffed up, still not used to her touch. almost the whole party you say right there, getting up a couple time's to go to the bathroom, when the party died down, Isabel came out from the kitchen with an empty beer bottle, 'what are we 12!' PJ shouted, you chuckled and sat down next to Josie I'm the big circle of people

Isabel spinned the bottle and it landed on Josie, you could see Isabel blush and Josie had a nervous look on her face as they entered the small downstairs bathroom, after was felt like a life time someone yelled, 'seven minutes is up' you heard the door unlock before Isabel came out with a very visible hickey on her neck, some people gasped and others laughed, they sat back down and now it was Pj's turn, she spinned the empty bottle and it landed on, hazel.

hazel tired to hide her smile and she looked over to you, 'aren't you guys dating?' PJ looked at hazel then you, you opened your mouth to say maybe it was better if she re spinned, but before you could hazel spoke up, 'no it's okay, I mean it's just a dumb kids game right?' hazel looked at you trying to indicate that she really wanted to do this, you looked at the ground for a second before agreeing with her, some guy patted your shoulder and called you a 'chill girlfriend' you let out your best fake laugh and put your knees to your chest

meanwhile the scene of hazel and PJ in the bathroom was to say the least very awkward, 'so do we kiss?' hazel anxiously asked, PJ nodded and moved closer to her trying to make things more natural, hazel cupped PJs face and brought her lips to hers, she finally kissed PJ, after years of waiting she finally did it and she felt, nothing. absolutely nothing, she bearly even kissed back, you got up and told your friends you needed a drink and somehow they believed you, you walked into the kitchen grabbed your purse and left that god awful party, you didn't even think about saying goodbye because if you did you would have to watch them come out of that bathroom and see the start of they're relationship

hazel unlocked the door early and people were confused, 'you have to do seven minutes not three!' Sylvie shouted and people agreed, hazel noticed you weren't there and got worried, 'c'mon guys we're not middle schoolers and where's my girlfriend?' she shouted back, 'oh I think she left' some guy slurred clearly intoxicated, hazel grabbed her phone and said goodbye to everyone and that she was going to find you. what she didn't know was that you were already home by the time she had left, she urgently called you trying to understand where you were so you could talk

after 5 missed calls you finally picked up, 'where are you?' she said through the phone, 'home' you responded dryly, she let out a sigh of relief and started walking to your house still on the phone with you, 'why did you leave?' you thought about actually telling her why but the you remembered you actually dating, 'i was tired' she scoffed as she finally saw your house through the dark, 'open your front door please' she stood waiting impatiently for you, 'are you outside my house?'

you said walking down your stairs, 'yes just please open up it's cold' she hung up, you put your phone down and opened up your front door, you looked hazel up and down and saw no hickey, weird. you moved from the door and she stepped in, she shut the door behind her, you quickly grabbed her hand and took her to your room, she had never actually been in your room, you had been at her house but she'd never been to yours, you closed the door and say down on your bed next to her

'so why do you wanna talk haze?' she sighed and looked you straight in your eyes, 'i don't think I like PJ' she confessed, your eyes widened, had you done this whole plan for nothing, had you hurt yourself...for nothing? 'okay then who do you like? I'm not going to go through this plan another time just with a different person, I really hope you know that' you said in a frustrated tone, she moved closer to you and put her hand on your thigh, 'what the fuck was she doing?' you questioned to yourself

she just responded by crashing her lips with yours, at first you were taken aback, very taken aback, but then you felt how soft her lips were and how passionate and pure this moment was, you quickly kissed back and moved yourself closer to her, she dragged out the kiss for a couple more seconds before pulled away. you couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation, she laughed with you and pulled you into a tight hug.

'i love you' she mumbled into your shoulder, you sighed and kissed the side her neck, 'i love you too' you mumbled back.

#hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan #hazel callahan fanfiction #bottoms 2023 #bottoms movie #hazel callahan oneshot #hazel callahan imagine #hazel callahan x you #hazel callahan x fem reader

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saekkas · 10 months

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Hi hi 9+10 with Kaiser pls ly mwah!

prompt: "you're like a grumpy cat but cuddly. you hiss whenever someone comes close to me too." tags: fluffy kaiser, cuddly kaiser, moody kaiser, annoying kaiser. note: spreading the kitty kaiser agenda, i see. i like the way you think, anon! also, someone else already sent in an ask for prompt 9 so i hope you can forgive me for this being just 10.

kaiser doesn't know how it started.

one day he's on a press tour, high on the compliments thrown at him by his fans. the next, he's being cursed at for knocking into you, obviously a sae fan with the player's jersey hanging off your body.

he remembers the day the two of you fought, on your first meeting no less, scowling and spitting insults at each other so much security had to intervene.

he can't believe it's been six months since that incident. most importantly, he can't believe you've managed to have him wrapped around your finger since.

it was supposed to be the other way around!

"what is wrong with you today?" you laugh as kaiser curls around you, planting himself on your lap. "god's chosen emperor in a bad mood?"

"shut up," he grumbles, situating himself until he's face down on your lap. "and don't move. i'm too comfortable."

you roll your eyes, huffing at his dramatics. you look down at him, watching his body relax into your hold. he's only just gotten home from practice, hair still matted with sweat, and jersey still clinging onto his body.

ness had called you two hours after kaiser had left for practice, claiming that your pouty baby of a boyfriend had been in a mood. when you came to see his tantrum with your own two eyes, he insisted you drive him back home.

now here he is, cuddled up and cozy in your lap, clearly trying to fight off whatever is on his mind. he's been odd lately, clingier and needier than he's ever let himself be around you.

you shift, trying to get comfortable with the weight of his body slumped on you.

"hey!" kaiser turns onto his side, glaring. "quit moving!"

you snort, rolling your eyes at his look. he may look grumpy and serious, but you don't miss the twitching of his lips. your boyfriend's nothing but a drama queen and you know that this is just another one of his antics.

"your head's pretty heavy, babe," you say, nonchalant as he makes his way back onto your lap. only to freeze at your next words, "isagi's right. we should try shrinking it before you get stuck somewhere."

he pretends to scowl, his pretty features scrunching up. his eyes are bright and before you know it, there's a grin on his face and he's chucking a pillow at your face.

"how dare you," you gasp, flinging the same pillow back. you huff when he catches it easily with one hand. "now that's just unfair."

his eyes glint and you can only shriek as he leaps, playfully pinning you down. he looks happy as he straddles you, keeping his weight on his legs. he leans down, happily nuzzling his nose agaisnt yours.

he practically purrs, the sound coming deep from his chest when you stroke a hand down his back.

"okay, kitty," you laugh when he completely flops down, smothering you with his weight. "spill the beans. you're acting like a grumpy cat but cuddly. you hissed at ness when he came close to me too."

"i like you, a lot."

his words stop there, and you quirk an eyebrow, nudging for him to finish his sentence. when he doesn't, you sigh, placing a sweet kiss on his nose. "we've been dating for four months. it'd be weird if you didn't like me."

"well, i wasn't supposed to like you this much," he whines, pouting at you with wide eyes. his words are playful, but they have an underlying tone of vulnerability, one you open your heart to. "you were supposed to be a one-time date. now i feel like proposing every time we kiss."

your heart beats faster, your eyes taking in the loving warmth he holds in his. "mihya, i-"

"and honestly? i'm disappointed in myself. you're a sae stan. your taste is horrible."

you watch, your jaw dropping at the absurdity of his words. you must've been crazy to think he'd actually confess his darkest secrets. lifting an arm, you put your strength into your hand, smacking him with the pillow hard.

you scoff when he cackles, lifting himself off of you and dashing away into the kitchen like a maniac.

"michael come back here or so help me god, i will put black hair dye in your shampoo!"

you end up spending your whole afternoon chasing him around the house. it's worth it when you finally pin him down on the bed, your face sporting matching grins.

#blue lock x reader #blue lock imagines #blue lock fluff #michael kaiser x reader #michael kaiser imagines #kaiser x reader #kaiser imagines #michael kaiser fluff #michael kaiser x you #michael kaiser x y/n #bllk x female reader #bllk x y/n #bllk x you #bllk x reader #blue lock x female reader #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x you #blue lock headcanons #kaiser fluff

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alwaysshallow · 6 months

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I've had a epiphany. (a self-indulgent one.)

Well not really- but I can't stop thinking about it and I wanna call it that so just ignore this

Parent Trap Captain! John! Price! X Reader

can be GN, I don't mind

Subtle changes like- they didn't meet on a cruise ship but actually dated some time during and after military school and then got married.

and they were just in a really rough patch when Reader! got pregnant so they decided to part ways

(and split the kids too! :D) lol.

Meet again 9 years later when Reader sends her kid off to camp at the same time as John.

Both the kids see them together (acting like ex-lovers and shi 🤭) but they don't see eachother until later that day and they're like "Woah! we look just like eachother! :oo"

Anyway you get the gist..

urs truly

💎 anon

i LOVE parent!trap au with john price oh my god anon. I JUST HAD TO WRITE SOMETHING

John never stopped loving you.

You hear this nine years after your divorce, when life decides to pull the greatest prank on you and both of you, you and your ex-husband, sent your kids to the same camp.

Twins, to be exact. They have no idea of the other one because it was supposed to be easier, to not see each other, at least until they're a bit older.

You talk to John out of simple human decency, with no intention to continue it whatsoever, especially not when your ex-husband has a smile wide like a Cheshire cat, and he's a devil in disguise. He just screams trouble, and he is one, when he shamelessly follows you to your car.

"It just seems like fate, binding us again" he leans against your car (his, he bought it himself, but insisted on leaving it to you). You want to tell him something about this, but you tie your mouth. If you're gonna go into bickering, he's gonna have a time of his life. He's just waiting for it.

"It seems like fate tells us that's the time for our daughters to meet–"

"–old Lucy is a little bit rusty." he hums, looking at your car. "There's a little dent here. I think I could fix it."

"You don't–"

"–probably needs a change of oil too. You've never been into cars, I need my kid to be safe and sound, you too, missus."

Missus. You want to fight him for that title, but he's just not listening. He's just asking questions and answering them himself, like you're not even a part of this conversation. The only times he pays attention is when he looks at you, his ocean blue eyes glistening, wrinkles in his eyes evident.

He's so different, yet, so familiar. Your daughter would love to meet his dad, probably.

You quickly brush that thought off your mind. You can't think like that. It's a trap, he wants you to think this way. You divorced with him for a reason.

#anon.💎#john price x reader #john price #captain john price #call of duty #captain johnathan price #john price imagine #cod x reader #john price x you #john price cod #price x you #ex husband price #parent trap au #captain price x reader

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callsign-dexter · 2 months

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Forever Yours 18+

Request: How are we feeling about Tim Bradford meeting his high school girlfriend again as he's on patrol with Lucy and gets all flustered again cause you're the one for him (like you separated ways as he went to the police and you did something else but are back now) and you just feel the same old feelings. Later Lucy won't stop making fun of him cause he's always badass and now you seem to be his weak spot. Next day you visit him at the department with his favorite food and he asks you out on a date which you gladly accept. Just some fluffy cute Tim, with maaaaaybe smut at the end of their date and he won't let her leave him ever again? 😊

Next week is my bday, so I thought some Tim would be adorable !

Pairings: Tim Bradford x Teacher!Reader

Warnings: fluff, smut, swearing, pregnancy

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A/N: Happy birthday or belated birthday to the anon that sent this in!

A/N 2: @talesofreading and @imagine-all-the-fandoms some steamy Tim smut for you!

Los Angeles. You never thought you would come back here but after being away for so long you were itching to come back. Most importantly you were missing your high school crush and boyfriend, Tim Bradford. You two only split when he decided to go into the military and you wanted to become a teacher. It was a mutual break up but man did it still hurt. You two had lost contact and both of you had been too busy to try and reconnect with each other but now you were back having gotten your teaching degree and took the position as a first-grade teacher. You loved kids and they seemed to be drawn to you. It was really your true calling.

Last you heard of Tim was that he had gotten out of the military and had gone to the police academy, was married but then got divorced and he was working as a TO for LAPD. You heard all of this through his sister that you were best friends with. You had wanted to get in contact with him but school and kids kept you busy so you just let it go.

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The new school year was just about to start and you were excited. A few weeks before you had gone in and set up the classroom how you wanted and then started to figure out teaching material. A week before school actually starts you would be meeting the students and their parents for the first time. Overall, you were excited and couldn’t wait.

There was one week before school and you had gotten there early to start meeting the students and parents. The time had started and the students and parents started to slowly trickle in. Everyone you met were friendly and some of the dads even tried to flirt with you but you just smiled and continued on. You had your mind on one person and that was Tim Bradford.

It was finally the end of the day and you were exhausted but you had a lot of fun and loved seeing the kids. You made sure everything was in order and everything was cleaned then you were walking you out of the classroom and locking the door behind you. You left the school with a smile on your face. You couldn’t wait for Friday next week.

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Your alarm on Friday went off early and you were getting up with a smile on your face. You turned it off and got in the shower and brushed your teeth. You walked out into your room in just a towel and started to get dressed. As you were doing so your cat, Biscuit, walked in and jumped on the bed and meowed at you, you turned and gave him some love and then you were back to getting ready. When you were done in there you walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen where your German Shepherd, Steel, greeted you. You gave Steel his food and then fed Biscuit and now you were getting yourself coffee as it was brewing you let Steel out and then when he was done, he was at the door wanting back in. You finished getting ready to leave the house. The coffee chimed when it was done and you grabbed the travel mug and headed out to your blue Toyota Tacoma.

It was a quick drive to the school and you got there with no trouble. As you were driving you looked like Tim but you were too busy paying attention to the road. You pulled into the parking lot and into the parking lot for the teachers. You parked and turned the engine off and then you were getting out and grabbing your bag. As you were walking into the building you greeted some of the other staff who were all so friendly and that made you smile.

You walked to your room and unlocked it and started to get everything ready for the day. About 7:50 AM students started to trickle in and you were at the door greeting everyone. Once everyone was in you closed the door and walked to the front of the classroom smiling and made sure everyone was sitting down. “Good morning, kiddos. My name is Ms. Y/L/N and I’m gonna be your teacher for this year. I’m excited to learn about each and every one of you and I can’t wait for the fun things I have planned for you all. It’s going to be a fun year. Now does anyone have questions for me or about me?” You asked and a few raised their hands. You looked over at them and smiled “Benson, what is your question?” You asked.

“Do you have any animals?” He asked with sweet innocent eyes and you smiled.

“I do, I have a dog named Steel and a cat named Biscuit.” You said

“Do you have pictures?” He asked and you smiled and pulled up a picture of your animals.

The rest of the morning went without a hitch. When they were at lunch you smiled and sat in your room thinking about what the plan was for the second half of the day. You were scrolling through your email and noticed there was going to be a fire drill and that they were going to bring the fire trucks, ambulances, and police in.

All the kids were back and you let them know what was going to be happening and you assured them that there was nothing to be afraid of and it was all a drill. Some still seemed scared so you said that they could come to you if they got too scared and that seemed like that helped ease them up a little bit. For now, the day went like normal and it would be happening close to the end of the day.

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“Did you hear that we have to go to the elementary school for a fire drill?” Lucy said as she and Tim were driving around making calls and making sure everything was good to go.

“Yes, I did.” Tim said, making his response short.

“How do you feel about that?” She asked

“I’m fine with it. It lets kids see the importance of what we do.” He said and she nodded seeing that he wasn’t up for any more discussing it. While they were waiting to be called to the school Tim was thinking about you and where you were. You were his high school love and he never stopped loving you even when he was married, he wanted to get back into contact with you but never seemed able to find the time but boy was he in or a surprise today. The time came and they were heading to the school along with the ambulance, firefighters, and two other shops. The point of this was to first have a fire drill and then show the importance of the first responders. Tim parked next to Talia and Nolan’s car and they headed over to the kids. Everyone was answering questions and then something, more like someone, caught Tim’s eye. He looked closer and it was you. You were bent down talking to a kid who was crying and you were trying to console them but it wasn’t working and so you picked the kid up and let them cry into your neck. He needed to see you and talk to you. “I’ll be right back.” He told Lucy and then was gone before she could say anything.

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“Hey, shhhhhh. You’re ok.” You said consoling the little boy. You were bouncing them around trying to soothe him. You didn’t even know Tim was walking up to you. “It’s nothing to be scared about. It just means that it helps on the way and they save people.” You said and he came out from your neck and sniffled.

“Really?” He asked and you smiled and were about to answer but a familiar male voice answered before for you.

“Absolutely. It means that we are on our way to save you.” Tim said and you looked up and saw him and the little boy looked at him.

“Really?” He asked and Tim smiled.

“Yup, my fellow officer John Nolan will be happy to show you and talk to you about it.” He said and then pointed over to him “He is right over there.” Tim said and the boy sniffled and nodded and you sat him down and watched him scamper off to John. Making sure he was safe before turning to Tim smiling. “You've always been so good with kids.” He said and you chuckled.

“You have too. One of the many reasons I fell in love with you.” You said and he smiled and looked down.

“It's been a while.” He said looking up at you and you nodded agreeing.

“Too long and that is my fault.” You said and his smile turned into a frown and he shook his head.

“No. That is not true. I'm the one that took off and didn't even try to contact.” He said and you shook your head.

“I'm to blame too.” You said and once again he was denying it.

“We can discuss this over dinner.” He said and you looked at him.

“Like a date?” You asked

“Exactly like that. My number is the same if you wanted to text me anytime.” He said and you smiled and nodded.

“Mine is too.” You said

“Ms. Y/L/N! She hit me!” Your student, Amber, said pointing to another student, Emma, as they ran up to you. You looked at Tim and he smiled and nodded. You bent down to the two girls. You walked back over to Lucy and the others watching you handle the situation with a smile. All he could think about was how you would deal with your and his kids and that put a smile on his face.

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Tim walked back over to the group smiling. “Is The Tim Bradford actually smiling?” Lucy asked and everyone turned to see and he actually started to blush.

“He's blushing!” Angela said with a smile.

“I am not.” He said and tried to stop but he just saw the love of his life again.

“You so are! Is it because of that teacher you were flirting with?” Lucy asked and he didn't say anything and then the radio saved him and then he was quick to answer it.

“Come on Boot. We have work to do.” Tim said and walked over to his shop and she quickly followed behind him. When they got back to the shop his phone dinged and he was quick to pull it out and smiled when he saw it was you. Lucy took notice of this and she smirked.

“Is that her?” Lucy asked and Tim was quick to drop the smile and look at her.

“It’s none of your business.” He said and she rolled her eyes but smirked when she looked away, he was smiling and was quick to send a reply back and it was back to work for the both of you.

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You and Tim had been talking all week and the same old feelings were coming back. Saturday rolled around and you found out he was working and you decided to bring him and his coworkers. You loved baking and Tim knew this. You parked in a parking spot and then walked into the police station smiling. You greeted the front desk person and they smiled. “What can I do for you?” She asked.

“I’m here to see Tim Bradford.” You said and she smiled and then she paged him and he was coming down in time.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” He asked and you smiled and turned to him.

“Well, you mentioned you were working today and thought you and your coworkers could use some baked goods.” You said and he smiled.

“Come on.” He said and you walked with him into where everyone was. It looked like they were just in for lunch. “Guys, this is Y/N. Y/N this is Angela, Talia, Lucy, Jackson, and Nolan.” He said and everyone waved as they were introduced.

“Nice to meet you all.” You said “I figured you all could use some goodies.” You said you waved your basket.

“Her cookies are to die for. They are my favorite” Tim said as you set the basket down in the break room. Tim wasn’t looking at anyone but you, everyone was smiling and looking at how lovesick he was and they were happy for him. Everyone got a cookie and they absolutely fell in love with them and they voiced this and that made you smile. “Hey, would you follow me?” He asked you and you nodded and he took your hand and led you to the briefing room.

“What’s up?” You asked as you sat on the edge of one of the tables.

“Will you go on a date with me?” He asked and you smiled and nodded.

“I would love to go on a date with you.” You said and that made him smile.

“Great! I’ll pick you up at 7 tonight?” He asked and you once again smiled.

“That sounds perfect.” You said and then you both continued to talk until he had to leave and that was cue now you had to go home and get ready for your date.

7 PM rolled around quickly and before you knew it you were opening the door to a smiling and well-dressed Timothy Bradford. “Wow.” He said and you blushed but Steel was quick to rush the door.

“Steel, off.” You said and he backed up and moved away from the door and that made Tim fall in love with you even more. You made sure to grab your keys, locking the door behind you, and the both of you headed to his truck where he helped you in and then closed the door and walked to the other side and got in and headed to the restaurant that he had picked out that he knew you would love. “So where are we going?” You asked and he smiled.

“It's a surprise but you’re going to love it. They have sushi.” He said when he looked over and saw you were about to say something and then your smile came back. “I’ve missed you. I’m sorry that I didn’t stay in contact.” He said and you shook your head.

“Nonsense. It was my fault too.” You said

“I guess it is both of our faults.” He said and you chuckled but agreed. You both were quick to get to the restaurant and he was quick to park and then was getting out and helping you out. You both walked into the restaurant and he walked up to the receptionist and he was quick to get you seated. You two talked and caught up and just had a delightful time, it was just like old times. You both ordered and now the wait for food has started.

“I missed you.” You said and he smiled and nodded.

“I missed you too. It was hard to go on not knowing how you were but I was too selfish to actually text you.” He said and you nodded looking at him.

“It was hard finding out through your sister about what you were doing but it helped.” You said and he nodded and just then the food came and you both started eating and finished the date and now you were back at your house inviting him. Steel greeted you and so did Biscuit and they immediately fell in love with him and you fell back in love with him, though you never truly fell out of love with him.

You sat on the couch with a glass of wine, both of your animals had left the room so it was just the both of you, and you both leaned in and now you were kissing him and he was kissing back and neither of you were stopping each other. “Tell me to stop if you want me to stop.” He said when he pulled away and you looked him in the eye.

“I don’t want you to stop.” You said and he smiled.

“I was hoping you were going to say that.” He said and crashed his lips back into yours and he laid you down on the couch. He started to kiss your neck and then got to your sweet spot and gently bit it and that made you moan.

“Tim.” You moaned and he smirked and did it again. You clenched around nothing. You both worked on getting each other clothes off and everything was off in no time in a pile on the floor beside the couch. “I love you.” You said and he trailed down your body peppering it.

“I love you too.” He said in between kisses. He ghosted over nipples giving them equal attention but he knew where you needed him the most. This was not the first time you had sex with this man, he was your first in high school, sure you had sex with other men but nothing compared to him. He still knew how you liked it and knew all the right places to please you. He trailed down to your heated core and was quick to dive in and you moaned out throwing your head back and hands going to his head. He let up for just a second. “We can take this to the bedroom if you want.” He said and you shook your head.

“No, it's perfect here.” You said and he nodded and he was diving back into your pussy licking and sucking on your clit knowing exactly where to use his tongue to please you. “Tim.” You moaned out and bucked your hips towards him and he was quick to hold you down. Your hands left his head and they came up to clutch the couch cushions and your legs spread wider. He started swirling his tongue around your entrance and was tongue fucking you and you felt that rubber band feeling starting to tighten. “‘M close.” You moaned out but he stopped just as soon as you were about to cum. “Tim.” You moaned out in frustration but he was moving up to be face to face with you.

“What?” He asked his breath fanning you and you could smell the wine on this breath.

“I was about to cum.” You said and he smirked.

“You’ll get what you want soon.” He said and kissed you as he rubbed his cock up and down your wet folds and then let up on the kiss as he pushed into you and you both moaned. “See? I told you.” He said and all you did was moan. He stretched you in all the right places and it was like you were back in high school with him all over again.

“Tim.” You moaned and he smirked, loving the way he made you moan and the way you were gripping him. He started to move and you both moaned out.

“You’re still as tight as ever.” He said and attacked your neck with more kisses and love bites.

“You ruined all the other guys for me.” You moaned out and he gave a sharp thrust that hit your g-spot perfectly.

“Good.” He said

“You’re the only one for me.” You said and he gave another sharp thrust and then he started to go faster and you didn’t even have to ask for it. You both wanted this and you both needed it. Everything was perfect. Ever since he started to go faster it was making that rubber band feeling coming back. Each thrust was like heaven and you never wanted it to end. “I’m about to cum.” You moaned out.

“Me too.” He moaned out and picked up his pace and trailed one hand, leaving the other to keep his weight off of you, down to your body to your clit and he started to rub it, flick it, and pinch it all it was doing was making you come closer to the edge. Your orgasm was just right there and so was his.

“Tim!” You yelled out not caring who heard you.

“Cum for me.” He said and sent a flick to your clit and leaned down to bite your nipple and then you were seeing stars. Not a few seconds later his thrusts were getting sloppy “I’m gonna cum.” He said and then his hips stilled and he painted your walls right. It was a good thing you were on birth control, you thought as you and Tim came down from your highs. Tim slowly slipped out of you and then got behind you and threw an arm around you. He grabbed the blanket from off the back of the couch and threw it over you both. “I’m never gonna let you leave again.” He said and you smiled and nodded and turned to look at him.

“I’m never going to leave. Ever.” You said and he smiled and leaned down to kiss you.

“I love you.” He said

“I love you too.” You replied

You wanted this. You wanted forever with him and he wanted that with you too. You both wanted to marry each other and start a family with each other. Neither of you could wait to finally be with each other forever. You both wanted this since high school and nothing is going to get in the way of you both being together forever, not again.

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2 years later………

You and Tim had been married for 2 years now and had a 2-year-old son, Dakota. Your son was conceived on the last day of your honeymoon. Now you are 6 months pregnant with your second child, this one being a girl. Your jobs were going great and Tim had just been promoted to Sergeant which meant a bigger paycheck. Now you and Dakota were walking into the precinct to meet with your husband. You had just parked the car and got out and got Dakota out. “Kota, hold my hand when crossing the street.” You said and he nodded.

“Otay momma.” He said and you smiled and ran a hand through his hair, he was the exact copy of his father. You grabbed his hand and the both of you walked across the street and into the precinct.

“Good morning, Mrs. Bradford and Dakota.” The receptionist said and you smiled.

“Good morning, Veronica.” You said “Tim in?” You asked and she nodded.

“Yup, you know where to find him.” She said and you nodded and then you were heading to him with a hand on your sons and one on your stomach.

“Y/N! Dakota!” Lucy said and you smiled.

“Hello, Lucy.” You said and your son waved at her.

“Tim is in his office.” She said and you smiled and walked to his office. You looked into the room and saw him focusing on his work and you looked down at Dakota.

“Knock, Baby.” You said and he smiled and did so.

“Come in.” He said and you opened the door and you both stepped in.

“Daddy!” Dakota said and he looked up and smiled and walked around his desk and scooped his son up.

“Hello there, handsome. Have you been good for mommy?” He asked and he nodded.

“We went to the store, I helped!” Dakota rambled on and Tim smiled.

“You helped mommy?” He asked and looked at you and you nodded.

“Uh huh. I helped carry!” He said and he smiled.

“That’s my boy.” He said and kissed his cheek and then walked over and kissed you. “How is our little girl doing?” He asked.

“Currently being still for once but using my bladder as a soccer ball a lot.” You said and he chuckled. He put Dakota down and he walked over to the table with toys and coloring books that Tim kept for him. Tim put his hand on your stomach and immediately the baby kicked. “She must know that she has her daddy here.” You said and he chuckled and leaned down to kiss you.

“Mommy! Daddy! Come help!” Dakota all but shouted and you two broke apart.

“Ok, we’re coming.” Tim said and you followed him over there and he sat down on the ground and you sat in a chair which he helped you sit in. Tim got into helping Dakota so that you were able to lean back and watch with a smile on your face. This was the dream you always wanted with him and you got it finally after so long. You were married to the man of your dreams, had a son together, and have a daughter on the way. You rubbed your stomach as she kicked and that made you smile.

You were finally happy and couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your years with the man of your dreams since high school. They were your world and you wouldn’t trade anything for it. You loved your growing family and you knew Tim did and that made you happy. Tim looked over at you and smiled. “I love you.” You mouthed and he smiled.

“I love you too.” He mouthed and then Dakota was grabbing his attention again and you chuckled, yup you loved little growing family.

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eggtartz · 1 year

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Hey!! May I please request Wakasa, Izana, Mitsuya and Baji protecting the reader from a pervert? Maybe someone taking pictures of the reader at the gym, or trying to take a picture under the reader's skirt, or trying to grope the reader in the subway/bus, etc.

a/n : thankyou for requesting anon 🫶🏻

masterlist

: everyone is a menace, sexual harassment

baji keisuke

- it was recess so baji stayed in class while his other classmates was having lunch normally at the school cafe so he wanted to have a quick learning lesson

- after a while baji saw there was ten more minutes before recess was over but he haven't seen you yet so he walked down the halls to your class

- he heard some whimpering coming from your class and tried to open the door but the door was locked

- he intended to shrugged the whimpering when he couldn't hear any voices anymore until he heard a voice. your voice.

- baji didn't even hesitate to kick down the door and saw two of the seniors cornering you, while you were crying and holding a thin broom stick

- baji lunged himself on the guys, making a mess of the chairs and tables there while you try to calm him down but baji was ruthless with his punches

- it wasn't until ryusei held back baji that he calmed down a little, now looking at the two seniors bloody on the floor

- the teacher came and the two of you got released early (baji due to some injuries)

- "im sorry keisuke, i couldn't reach you"

- "idiot, that's not your fault. im sorry i didn't came there earlier i should've know"

imaushi wakasa

- it was a regular day where you would hang at the gym with benkei and wakasa but wakasa had work today so you were with benkei

- "hey y/n do you mind if i run downstairs to run the coffee machine a bit?"

- "oh no keizo go ahead!" so benkei went downstairs while you continued doing some squats

- you were wearing earbuds to concentrate more on your breathing and the music blasted through your ears too so you weren't aware of your surroundings

- there was this person behind you, they weren't too close but close enough to see you weren't paying attention towards your surroundings so they took out their phone

- after glancing around to make sure the coast is clear, they took photos of your sweating thighs and clicking sounds were heard

- they moved to take pictures of your chest too until their wrist were restrained

- "enjoying your time prick? delete those pictures"

- "wakasa? im sorry it's just-"

- "shut the fuck up and delete those pictures"

- the person hurriedly deleted the lewd photos but wakasa wasn't content in case there were backup files so he took the phone and took out the battery and memory card

- he tossed the empty phone and sent a glare to the person while approaching you

- "oh waka kun?! you're back?"

- "yes honey, how about we take a break and have some tea yeah?"

izana kukorawa

- you were going to one of his meetings to bring him so snacks but he was a bit busy so you waited outside the hideout

- after a while kakucho came to fetch you and escorted you inside the meeting room where you saw izana at the table

- "im sorry i couldn't come and get you love, i was busy" he said, looking up from his paperwork

- "oh it's okay izana, continue your meeting and i'll sort out these snacks at the table how do think about that?"

- "oh the members would like that so much love, thankyou" izana continued his work and soon the meeting started

- you have packed a lot of desserts because izana's members loves sweet stuff so you took some plates from the cupboard and stack the desserts on them

- you took out the plates and placed them on the table, in front of each member

- you were happy with their reactions because each one of them gobbled the dessert quickly and smiled a lot

- that was until one particular member slapped your butt, him laughing afterwards

- "your desserts are so sweet, i wonder does that ass taste the same huh?"

- the room fell silent as your face was clearly horrified but it couldn't match your boyfriend's face

- "say that again?" he said while slowly pushing his chair

- "what? what's wrong?"

- a chair flew at his direction, knocking him out

- "say that again at my partner, punk. i'll murder you" izana said with bloodshot eyes and erratic breathing as if he's controlling his temper

- shion and mucho dragged him outside and did the beatings (kakucho gave them a look to do the work, not trusting izana to do so)

- "love? come here" izana said softly to you

- you approached him and he took off his red jacket and tied it on your waist

- "let's go home" he whispered in your ear, the only person hearing his vulnerable tone was you

takashi mitsuya

- you and mitsuya just fetch his younger siblings from school and now was riding the subway while the two girls were giggling while eating their ice cream

- suddenly the subway got a little packed so you had to stand a bit further from your boyfriend and his siblings to give space to the new people who entered

- mitsuya gestured you to sit at his seat but you refused, luna and mana were sitting in his lap because there were way too many people

- you were standing about three steps away from them when a man came behind you

- the man nearly sniffed your neck at how close he was but distanced away from him

- you didn't mind it because you thought he did it by accident

- "oniichan, the creepy guy is looking at y/n's skirt. isn't that bad?" little luna said, remembering what his brother used to teach her that people seeing under her skirt is bad

- "that's right luna, can you sit here and be good girl while i see y/n?" mitsuya let the two siblings occupied the seat while he walked to you and the man

- "so? what's with the phone?" mitsuya asked the man behind you. he hid it in time that you couldn't see it but mitsuya saw it

- "what phone?"

- "c'mon i saw that. how about you delete those pictures and i'll forgive you"

- "what's got you so riled up who're you her girlfriend?" the man asked

- "yeah im her girlfriend. can you delete those pictures now while im nicely asking?"

- the man ignored mitsuya and mitsuya was enraged but he didn't wanted to lose it because his sister's were there

- he quickly snatched the phone in the man's right pocket and went to the window and guess what he did?

- yup he threw it out the window, out from a moving subway

- "you fucker! my phone!"

- "i asked nicely and you refused so you give me no choice. oh look at that it's our stop. c'mon mana, luna. y/n?" mitsuya hold your hand and dragged you out from the packed subway

- the man stand there shocked while watching the four of you come out from the subway, mana mockingly stick out her tongue at the man

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carlandrea · 2 years

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Why Legolas Greenleaf was Chosen for the Fellowship of the Ring

First, Why Not Glorfindel, (with Glorfindel standing in for, in general, any ancient heroes who might be hanging around Rivendell)

This is a stealth mission. The first priority should not be Heroics, which, if anything goes well, should not be necessary. It would have been useful to have Glorfindel when they encountered, for example, the Balrog, but ideally, they would not have encountered a balrog

So then, if you're not expecting to use Heroics, than having someone that much more powerful than the rest of the party is actually a massive liability. If Legolas fell victim to the ring, then Aragorn and Boromir could take him out. If Glorfindel was sent on the mission and tried to take the ring, then everyone else is kind of just fucked. He's Glorfindel. It's the same reason none of the people Frodo offers the ring to takes it. (Gandalf is mildly a complication for this point but like Gandalf just really needs to be here. We need Gandalf.)

Could Gandalf fight Glorfindel? idk. I feel like a redditor just asking the question. it wouldn't be good for anyone if he did, that's for fucking sure

Why Legolas Specifically

He's good at stealth. He's a good scout. He's cheerful and not prone to despair. He's a good fit for this kind of mission

As a Mirkwood elf, he does not have the same vested personal interest in the Three surviving that a Rivendell or Lothlorien elf might have. He is not going on a specific quest to destroy his own home, which would be the kind of thing the Ring would love to latch on to.

Also, as a Silvan elf, his people mildly have a much better track record with the cursed shinies than like. the high elves. the wise. et fucking cetera (I am not open to corrections as to whether Legolas is a silvan elf <3)

But also—specifically—Legolas is someone who is very used to creeping dread and despair, and he's still Like That. He's still Legolas. He's still weird and cheerful and excited about trees. My first point is that he's not prone to despair, and I just want to stress that he has been under this kind of pressure—under the creeping shadow—for his entire life.

he's not tired in the way that so many elves are

Also—

I made another short post about this, and I got this response:

#personally I've always thought it's because #he's actually from one of the places right now #where Men Dwarves and Elves all talk to each other#whereas an elf from Rivendell or Loth Lorien may be very wise and learn'd in what you need to know to be considered learn'd #but have they spoken to someone who isn't of their kin in the last thousand years? #have they experience traveling paths unknown to them and finding their way? #can they hear an insult and try to reach through cultural differences? #would they be able to walk into a texmex restuarant for the first time and go 'oh it's spelled t-a-c-o gotcha CHOMP mmm' #(I suspect not)

(tags by @fairy-anon-godmother)

Which I really agree with!!

In Conclusion:

My boy was perfect for this quest :) He's cheerful, he's young, and he's exactly what the fellowship needs in their elf

#lotr #Legolas #lotr newsletter spoilers

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pinktom · 5 months

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What do you think pink about tomarry content creators getting abusive tomione asks suddenly? First obsidian, then I saw one more account getting and now seminar arts. Is it only one person doing all this?

Btw my jaw dropped with your no filter answer where you said that whenever harry comes the chemistry between to marry best tomione 🤣. I would love to hear more of your no filter thoughts

I have no doubt those asks were sent by trolls. I, however, am simply a hater—I see an opportunity to hate, justified or not, I pounce. x]

In ascending order, here are the reasons I think Tomione sucks.

PS: If you know this post is gonna piss you off and press "Keep Reading" anyway - that is entirely on you. Send me anon hate and I'll assume you're a masochist who wants me to spank your pert, round hinie and call you a naughty, naughty girl.

“Book nerd loves book nerd uwu” trope does not fit Tom Riddle, and I find it obnoxious.

Like I touched on when I was first sipping on that haterade, Tom Riddle values usefulness. By this logic, you could easily contrive up a scenario in which he wants to use Hermione’s skills for whatever reason.

However, the route that is usually taken in Tomione is that Tom is … impressed … by her intellect. A woman… who is… smart? He’s intrigued. 😏 He’s never once met a smart woman in his life before. And certainly not one so independent and feisty. She doesn’t swoon over him like the other girls do (eye roll).

I never got the impression anywhere in canon that Tom Riddle cared much about intellectual pursuits beyond those which were immediately useful to his goals, so for the very basis of a relationship to be his interest in her brains – to me, it’s tedious and off-base.

And also icky honestly lkjdflkj. Hermione’s two crushes are on a couple of stinky smelly boys (Krum, Ron), where the hell do you go off acting like she wants some mysterious, twisted dark boy? I’m offended.

Absolutely zero chemistry; once Harry steps in, it’s game over

Because these characters lack any common ground, shared values, or compelling circumstances that tether them together, there is zero chemistry. You can try to fabricate those things with a little bit of crack!cocaine, but then you’re forced to contrive a lot of additional personality traits and circumstances that diverge them from their canon selves. (Which yes, you can do, but it only works if you’re gonna do something really interesting.)

As much as people like to har har about how canon doesn’t matter, here’s the truth: yes, it does. Our communities only exist because we’re referencing shared source material. However much you can bend characters around, everyone knows each character has an essence that just “feels like them” on a deeper human level.

As such, we all know Tom Riddle and Harry Potter are intrinsically connected to each other. In Tomione this presents a conundrum. I could cite dozens of fics, but I’ll stick to two very well-written ones I enjoyed.

In one of them, Tom was a criminal and Harry was a detective on his tail; no matter how many times Tom fingered Hermione, he was always more entangled with Harry, because the stakes and intensity between them were so much grander. Same thing with the other fic but amplified by the Horcrux bond. At their very first encounter, when Tom and Harry laid eyes on each other, they both immediately felt an arresting connection, with distrust and intrigue. Hermione instantly paled in comparison in both stories.

It’s just like the moment Harry steps into the frame, you see how transparent and superficial the “commonalities” between Tom and Hermione ever are. Books and cleverness - oh but Harry, there are more important things! Like being spiritually linked! And sharing unique and intimate traumas in common!

Heterosexual Tom is truly disgusting to read about

Look–it’s a matter of taste. We’re all products of our environments. For me, no amount of feminism or fantasy can overrule everything I’ve seen and experienced in my life. ( ಠ_ಠ )

I don’t enjoy reading about women in relationships with men who are controlling, violent, and selfish. Even the way Voldemort treats Bellatrix in canon always makes me wince, because I see it like this … here’s this girl who grew up proud; who was beautiful, rich, extremely gifted and powerful; and she turns into this horrible sniveling creature. Say it ain't so! I wish she'd killed him when he broke her ass out of Azkaban.

But back on the topic of Tomione specifically — I think there’s another layer to it, which is the greasy self-insertion aspect which makes me uncomfortably aware of how much the author’s ginie is tingling at the idea of Tom Riddle lifting a brow and saying, “Is that so, Miss Granger?” while she scowls and tells him to fuck off !!!

It’s of course not the self-insertion in itself that’s icky. It’s more just that the type of person who wants to self-insert into that particular heterosexual scenario is, uhh, too basic for me and my big powerful fujo brain.

And I guess that's gets me to the very core of why I find Tomione basic, trifling, and underwhelming.

Tom Riddle is allowed no faults whatsoever in Tomione

Oh, sure. He’s controlling. He’s mean. He grabs her wrist and says, “What were you doing talking to Malfoy?” 😠

But so... ? Tom Riddle is a deeply embarrassing, mentally unwell trainwreck of a person. He's so much grosser than that. Yet you do not get that feeling at all in most Tomione fics. His worst character traits are often there but they’re made to seem sexy and flattering at all times.

I’m not saying your run-of-the-mill Tomarry fic doesn’t suffer this fatal flaw too—but when it comes down to it, Tomione doesn’t allow for his unsexy fallibility, period. Because the sexiness of the ship really depends on heteronormative romantic tropes and fantasies, which tend to be quite rigid and narrow.

And I understand and empathize with why this is; just look at Reddit, so many women in heterosexual relationships already must put up with mortifying, embarrassing, and unhygienic things (y’all know which posts I mean 🙁).

That’s just not what I’m here for. I love Tom Riddle because he’s a superficial narcissistic lunatic with no self-awareness and emotionally stunted outlook.

I don’t want to hear how he terrified the orphans if I’m not gonna hear about how he pissed the bed and got his bare ass whipped by a mean, toothless matron for chatting in sermon. I don’t care to see him bossing around those wimps at Hogwarts if there’s not at least one student who looks at “ENEMIES OF THE HEIR BEWARE” written in blood and feels tummy-churning secondhand embarrassment.

#tom #server #asks #offensive content #anti tomione #shipping wars

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theharddeck · 1 year

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you stole my heart right off of my lips (jake seresin x f!reader)

pairing: jake 'hangman' seresin xfem!reader

synopsis: jake and his girlfriend act out his admiral kink (that's it that's literally the whole fic)

wc: 5.4k

warnings: the usual, y’all know the drill—this fic is 18+ due to explicit content, minors please DNI— m!receiving oral sex, rank kink, some degradation and condescension, overstimulation (idk if crying is implicit in that but yes, reader is overwhelmed, folks), unprotected PiV sex, and, le piece de resistance, dirty talk and swearing

a/n: i wrote this in one rabid afternoon, as a follow up to can't unfeel that, which itself is a follow up to kinda might, sorta like, love you a little bit. it doesn't super come up, but reader is a pilot, just like Jake...ty @gigisimsonmars for giving me the idea to work this kink into their established relationship, @bradshawsbitch for letting me brainstorm at you and also making sure i didn’t get carried away, and that one anon who suggested 🐈 slapping.

You paused outside Jake’s office door, smoothing your hands over the crisp white cotton of the apron you wore. It happened to be the only thing you wore, save a pair of heels that normally only made appearances for high school friends’ weddings.

On the one hand, a generation of suffragettes were pinwheeling in their graves.

On the other hand, it was your six month anniversary of being official, you were about to act out a fantasy Jake’d shared a few weeks ago, and sorry to those ladies, but if they had six feet of naval aviator on the other side of the door, they'd do the same.

You drew in a deep breath and knocked on the office door, before pushing it open quietly.

The room was quiet, the clacking of keys echoing as Jake typed away on some kind of report or another. He didn’t look over at you, but his jaw clenched lightly when he heard the door close, already in character. He wore his khaki uniform, which you’d both agreed to pretend had extra stars on the collar and stripes on the sleeve, and square glasses perched on his nose.

“Not right now, honey, I’ve got to get these done.” His voice was lower, pitched that way, an air of authority in the terse words that sent a flush of heat over your skin.

“But I’m bored,” you said, a pout in your voice, “since your promotion, you’ve been holed up in here; I never get to see you.”

“Baby, I–” Jake looked up from the computer, and his jaw slackened as he took in your getup.

“Jesus, woman,” he said, reverently.

You smiled triumphantly, toying with the hem of the apron, waiting for him to regain his composure. He cleared his throat, but when his eyes flicked up to you, there was concern in them.

“Is this okay,” he asked quietly, sounding almost nervous, “like, I know we agreed, but…”

You shifted on your heels, causing the apron riding up your thighs; it was sweet that he was concerned, but when you started dating a military man from Texas, you knew the 1950s housewife schtick would be easy ammunition.

“Is it working for you?” you asked.

Jake’s jaw clenched again, and his eyes darkened as they ran down your body. “I mean, yeah,” he muttered, torn between embarrassed and turned on.

“Then it’s not too much,” you told him.

Jake looked at you for a moment longer, and then he nodded, more to himself than to you, turning back to the computer. The room was quiet as he started typing again, and when he looked back at you, his stern composure was back in place.

“If you wanted to see more of me,” he drawled, not pausing his typing, “you’d let me finish my work without interrupting me, so I could finish faster.”

You pushed away from the door, sashaying across the office.

Each sauntering step brushed your breasts against the crisp material of the apron, combining with the cold of the room to stiffen your nipples. You knew Jake clocked it, his eyes darting over from behind the glasses, even as his head remained angled towards the monitor, keeping a pretense of focus. You walked to behind his desk, turning his chair by the back of it to bring him eye level with your tits. He drew in a sharp breath, and he leaned towards you almost instinctively, before his hands tightened on the arms of the chair.

“It’s not an interruption,” you said lightly, sinking to your knees, “if you keep working.”

“Honey…” Jake’s tone was stern, but he did nothing to stop you as you crawled under his desk.

The chair squeaked as he turned himself back to the computer, and you settled back on your thighs underneath the desk. It was more cramped than you’d anticipated, but nothing you couldn’t work with. A moment later, you heard the keys start up again, and you lifted your hands to Jake’s thighs.

Through the fabric, his legs were warm, and your thumbs ran up the inseam along the inside of his pants, rubbing lightly. Jake always sat with his legs spread, a menace on airplanes, but you knew what was between his thighs, so you never complained. Even now, you saw the impression of his cock grow more prominent against the seat of his pants. Smoothing your hands over his thighs, you licked your lips as your hands trailed higher.

“Baby,” he warned, but you didn’t stop your ministrations. It truly wasn’t your fault; you loved the feel of him.

“Come on, Admiral,” you teased, hearing his breath catch at the title, “you can multitask. You’ve been working so hard…let me make you feel good while you finish your reports.”

Your hand made it to the tops of his thighs, splaying out over his hips before your fingers teased his hardening cock. Jake grunted as you traced a nail down the length of him, and he shifted in the seat as your other hand toyed with the zipper.

“Fine,” he muttered. “You can keep my dick warm while I finish this paperwork.”

You rolled your eyes to yourself, amused that he was taking the angle of letting you give him head. That said, there was something particular in his cadence, as he bit out the words, but you didn’t dwell on it.

“Thank you, Admiral,” you said, dryly, as you unzipped his pants.

You wondered absently what nonsense Jake was typing into the computer as you slipped your hand into his pants, humming contentedly to yourself as your fingers closed around him.

Jake drew in a sharp breath as you pulled him out, but he kept typing, shifting his hips slightly while you pushed the slacks down over his hips.

You ran your hand over the hair on the top of his thighs, smoothing over him and then coming up to grip the base of his cock. You fisted him loosely, reveling in the feeling of him hardening further in your hand. You spit into your palm, running your saliva up his length, and you bit your lip when your fingers couldn’t close around him.

Fuck, he was so thick.

Hot, heavy in your hand, and you knew how well he’d fill you, stretch you…but not yet.

You pulled your hand up his length, your thumb brushing over his head. A pearly drop of precum leaked from his tip and you cooed at the sight, before your thumb pulled the fluid down to mix with your spit. Jake shifted slightly, the clacking on the keyboard faltering, but he continued typing as you admired your (ha) handiwork.

“I said you could keep me warm; what part of that was unclear?” Jake asked, his voice sharp as you continued to tease him instead of taking him into your mouth. Something about the cadence was familiar, and it snagged in your subconscious before recognition flashed.

Holy shit.

He was mimicking the way Cyclone talked.

A wave of fondness washed over you at the respect and borderline idolatry with which Jake regarded Admiral Simpson. It was so sweet, and a complete contradiction to the lackadaisical way with which he pretended to regard authority.

But when your boyfriend’s hand darted under the desk to curl around the back of your head and pull your mouth towards his cock, all thoughts of your commanding officer fled from your head. No, all there was room for was Jake–the musky smell of him, the heat and length of him, the way your mouth was watering as you leaned towards him.

You reached out with your tongue to lick at him, tasting the salt of his precum as your tongue swirled over his head. Jake let out a low sigh, and your thighs clenched together at the taste of him. Your lips closed over his head, your tongue running along his frenulum as you took him deeper into your mouth.

“Good girl,” Jake muttered, and you whimpered around his cock as his words sent a pulse of heat through you. He was heavy on your tongue, his salty taste filling your mouth and you pushed yourself further up him.

When he hit the back of your throat, you gagged, and Jake cursed softly. But he didn’t pull back and neither did you, so after a moment of counting your breathing, you relaxed your throat and took him deeper.

When your nose brushed against the hair at the base of his cock, you moaned, shifting your thighs.

You felt so full of him, his cock blocking your airflow and setting the world a gorgeous kind of hazy. After you’d held him in your throat for a minute, you pulled back, loving the drag of his cock through your mouth. You released him with a soft pop, spit dripping from your mouth to his tip and your core clenched at the sight.

God, it was such a pretty cock.

Thick and long, slightly curved, a long vein running along the side of it. You traced along the vein before you worked over him with your hand, twisting around the base. You licked your way up the length of him before feeding him back into your mouth, working him with your lips and hand together. You could hear Jake’s breathing growing uneven, the sound of his ragged breaths making the ache between your thighs almost unbearable. You drew in a deep breath before taking him deeper, determined to focus on him. You took him to the back of your throat a few times, before Jake’s hand reappeared at the back of your head.

“Nah, baby,” Jake said, his voice stern, through his breathlessness. “We said no distractions. Now that I’m all slicked up, you’re going to cockwarm me.”

You whimpered, but nodded, knowing he could feel the motion from his grip on our hair. A moment later, his hand was gone, as you relaxed your throat to take him deeper.

You gagged twice before he was fully seated, but you were determined, and Jake’s soft moan when your nose brushed against his stomach was worth it.

You were breathing through your nose carefully as he sat heavily on your tongue, your mind going blissfully blank. Your eyes were streaming, and your jaw ached, but it felt so fucking good to have him like this. You felt so full, content and warmed by having him in you, and you blinked slowly, willing yourself to remain still.

“Such a good girl,” Jake praised, and you heard the stapler click as he rearranged some papers, “choking on my cock while I finish working.”

You whimpered as you felt moisture pooling between your thighs, leaking out of you. Time felt like maple syrup as you sat there, thigh burning, jaw aching, anchored by the weight of Jake’s cock in your mouth. Saliva was dribbling out the corners of your mouth, breathing was a thing you had to trust your subconscious to do; if you thought about it, you were going to choke.

Which was how you ended up accidentally swallowing.

You couldn’t help it, your throat bobbing over Jake’s cock, and you heard him drop the stapler as his hips jerked forward. You choked, Jake swore, and you heard his glasses clatter on the desk before he was pulling you off him, his hands gripping your upper arms as he pushed his chair back and pulled you out from under the desk.

You gasped, pulling in air, eyes streaming as you looked down at Jake as he leaned you against the edge of his desk. You whimpered at the look on his face, the green of his eyes nearly lost in the black of his pupils, a red flush over his skin, his jaw tight.

“What part of ‘do not distract me’ is so hard to understand?” he growled, and you fully whined, shaking your head. Your lungs were still recovering, your skin felt aflame, and you felt so empty, after having had him so deep in you just a moment ago.

“I’m sorry,” you rasped, your voice hoarse and Jake lifted his chin as he arched an eyebrow. He reached down, flipping up the hem of your apron, and your body jerked as cold air swept over your skin.

“Jake–” you gasped, but he silenced you with a look as he reached between your thighs.

He palmed you roughly, his thick fingers spreading through your folds and your hips canted towards his touch. When his hand pulled back, his fingers glistened with your arousal, and he hummed, a low sound that vibrated through his chest.

“That doesn’t feel like sorry, baby,” he said, low, and he pressed his fingers against your mouth. He smeared your arousal over your lips, and when you moaned, he shoved his fingers into your mouth.

“Suck,” he said, and your eyes fell closed as you did, tasting how wet he’d made you, how badly you needed him in you.

“Such a dirty girl,” Jake muttered, pulling his fingers out and returning them to your cunt. “So needy for me, aren’t you? I said you can keep me warm, and you just had to fuck your face onto my cock, didn’t you?”

His fingers pulled through your folds again, gathering more of your slick before he raised his hands to his own lips. You both groaned when he licked his fingers, him at your taste and you at the expression of rapture on his face.

“So fucking sweet, baby,” Jake groaned. “How am I supposed to stay mad at you?”

You didn’t have words, couldn’t think of any, could only whine at how empty you felt, how badly you needed him, any part of him, whatever he’d let you have. Your eyes hadn’t stopped streaming and you realized you were actively crying, your body wound tight from his touch and his words, and he’d barely touched you.

“Where’s your words, baby?” Jake taunted, his hand falling back to your core. “Sucked my cock so good, you can’t even ask for it again?”

Your hands were clutching at him weakly, and you moaned when Jake palmed you, his broad hand cupping you, and he hummed, approvingly.

“Baby girl,” Jake said, his thumb flicking over your clit. “I try to work hard, provide for you, but you can’t leave me in peace…have to be choking on my cock, and even that isn’t enough, is it, you need my fingers now, don’t you?”

You nodded, feverishly, body shaking, and you moaned in relief when he pushed a finger into you. His thick finger speared into your cunt but he barely gave you time to adjust before he added another, and you would’ve fallen back except Jake shot to his feet, planting himself between your legs and pulling you into his upper body.

You draped against his chest weakly, tears leaking into his khakis, whimpering when his fingers curled deeper into you.

“Taking me so well, fuck,” Jake muttered, scissoring his fingers inside of you. “You got so fucking wet from choking on my cock…shit, baby, listen to that hungry pussy.”

The sounds echoed around his office, his fingers pulling through your juices, and your ragged breathing.

“Please,” you whimpered, begged, the unrelenting press of his fingers driving you higher and higher, “please, I’m so close…”

Jake scoffed, adding a third finger roughly, making you wail. “What, you think you deserve to cum, baby?”

You sobbed, either from his words or from the stretch of him, you couldn’t tell. Your thighs were beginning to shake, and Jake laughed again; his hand curled at the back of your neck, cradling you gently, while his other hand was driving you mad between your legs.

“Interrupting my work,” he said, “dressed like a little slut, practically begging to suck me off and now making a mess on my desk? You think you’ve been good enough to cum?”

You shook your head against his chest, and Jake chuckled darkly.

“Luckily for you, darlin’,” he muttered, turning his head to press a kiss into your hair, “I want to fuck you more than I want to punish you. So you’re going to come on my fingers, so I can get my dick wet, okay?”

God, that sounded so good.

Jake was stroking deep into you, and his thumb brushed over your clit, causing your body to convulse around him.

“That’s it,” Jake soothed, unrelenting. “I know you’re close, let me feel it, baby, come for me so I can fuck that pretty pussy, make room for me, come on now–”

He pressed down on your clit and you moaned, your body collapsing against him as your orgasm ripped out of you. You felt your body go boneless, distilled to the pulsing pressure Jake had stroked between your legs. You might’ve screamed, you might’ve fainted, the office a kaleidoscope of heat and sensation but before you could recover, Jake was already moving you.

“So fucking beautiful, my needy, gorgeous girl. You did so good for me, baby, and you’re going to do better, now, c’mere…”

He sat back down in his office chair, pulling you onto his lap. You went without reservation, limbs still numb from the force of your orgasm, body lax enough that Jake could feed you onto his hard cock, bobbing between you.

Fuck, the stretch of him.

You felt him in every fiber of your being, enormous and pulsing and what you’d been aching for. Jake groaned as you pressed down onto him, gravity and your orgasm easing the stretch, but still slow. Your heels dangled above the floor, his hands on your waist and his cock deep in you, grounding you like an anchor. When your hips met his, you weren’t sure you could breathe, you felt so absolutely full of him.

“You with me, darlin’?” Jake asked gruffly, smoothing a hand over your hair as he settled. His voice was tight, and you clenched down on him at the sound of it. You nodded wordlessly, finding strength to push yourself off his chest to look up at him.

“Feels so good, Jake,” you whispered.

“That’s a good girl,” he said softly, brushing a featherlight finger across your cheek, wiping some of your tears, before his back straightened.

“Alright, baby,” he said, voice low, back into the fantasy, “you wanted this cock so bad, are you gonna fuck yourself on it?”

You felt yourself clench down on him at his words, craving the motion of his cock inside of you. But when you reached down, your feet couldn’t touch the floor, and you couldn’t find leverage to push yourself off of him, much less fuck him, like he’d asked. You tried rolling your hips, but the smallest motion had your clit brushing up against his stomach, overwhelming to the point of pain, combined with how stuffed you were with his cock.

“Can’t…” you managed, frustration lacing your voice, trying to rock your hips again, but the movement produced the same effect. “I need to feel you but I can’t—”

“Shhh,” Jake soothed you gently, his hands smoothing from your hips to under your ass. You whimpered as his strong fingers gripped you, spread you, guided your motion over his lap. With your legs spread over his, when he flexed his hips, he pushed so deep in you you swore you could feel him in your throat. Gentle enough to keep you grounded, deep enough to keep you breathless, Jake fucked you slowly.

“Have to do everything for you, don’t I, princess,” he murmured, his voice low in your ear. You wanted to protest, but it was true; you felt wrung out and weightless and he was the one who got you that way.

Jake laughed, shortly. “Goddamn, I love it though. This cunt is so tight, squeezing me so good, and it’s so hot knowing you’re so weak for it you can’t even get yourself off, nah, you need me for that too…”

Your fingers wound into his hair as you clung to him, drunk on the feeling of his thick cock inside of you, his strong hands lifting you.

“Need you,” you babbled, repeating his words and Jake grunted when you pulled his hair. His hands drifted up from your ass to the small of your back where the apron was tied.

“Get this off, baby,” he ordered, and you let go of his hair to mess with the tie around your neck as well.

The apron fell to the floor and Jake hummed in approval as he leaned back to look at you, naked and writhing in his lap, your heels dangling above the floor.

“How the fuck did you think you couldn’t be a distraction, baby?” he murmured, leaning forward. His hands returned to your ass, lifting you again, as his mouth closed over your breasts. You moaned, your head falling back, as he pulled one of your nipples into his mouth. He laved his tongue over you, sucked at you, teased you with his teeth and licked over you, and you were lost in the swirling sensation. Your body was still tingling from your first orgasm but when he rolled your nipple between his teeth, you felt it like a chord tied straight in your cunt. You knew you could get there again, but you knew it would entirely overwhelm you.

Unfortunately, Jake knew it too.

“What’s this, baby,” he mumbled into your breast as he kissed his way to your other nipple. “You’re already feeling the next one coming, aren’t ya, that needy cunt going to come for me again?”

You shook your head, determined to stave it off, but Jake laughed darkly, his lips closing over you and his cheeks fucking hollowing as he sucked you hard.

“Too bad it’s not up to you if you come, is it, princess?”

He released you from his mouth, blowing cool air over your breasts and you moaned at the contrast. Jake was back on you in a moment, licking and laving and sucking and nipping at you, and soon your hips were bucking down to meet him, even as your body screamed in protest.

“That’s right, darlin’,” Jake encouraged, another slow thrust that had you seeing stars. “Chasing after me, even when you think you know better. Don’t be stubborn, baby, let go.”

You moaned, lifting your head to look down at him. What you saw when you opened your eyes—Jake’s hips thrusting his thick cock into you, his eager tongue lapping at you, his hair glued to his forehead by his sweat and his green eyes dark with desire—you couldn’t help it. You ground down onto him as your orgasm overtook you, slow and breathless and wrecking you. Wetness leaked between your thighs, your legs and core quivering, and you were crying again, or maybe you’d never stopped. Maybe you’d only ever been on Jake’s lap, his body worshiping and working yours, taking and giving, demanding and pleasing.

“Fucking hell, baby, you feel so damn good,” Jake groaned, and you pulled him off your chest, needing a break. Jake obliged and leaned back, looking up at you with hooded eyes, jaw slack as you continued to clench around him weakly. He wore the smuggest expression on his face, even though you could see the tightness in his shoulders, as he kept from thrusting into you harder. You knew you looked absolutely wrecked, sweaty and fucked out, but he looked at you like you were the prettiest thing.

He thrust up into you, slow and easy, more to keep control of his rhythm, but it pushed a final tremor out of you. You ground down onto him and Jake’s eyelashes fluttered, the prettiest sight.

“Best feeling in the world, baby,” he muttered, his hands smoothing up and down your back, “that sweet cunt fluttering around me. Think I want to feel it again.”

His words barely registered through the sated heat clogging your brain, but you shook your head, weakly.

“It’s too much, Jake,” you whispered. “I can’t—”

His hands froze on your back and the smug expression slid off his face before you realized your mistake. Jake pulled out of you, settling you on his thighs before landing a stinging slap on your clit.

You wailed, your body aching from the loss of him and smarting from the slap, not hard enough to hurt but pointed enough to sting. His thumb soothed over you, massaging your swollen clit and it ached, it was perfect, it was too much, you needed more.

“Please, I’m sorry, please,” you begged, not knowing if you were asking for him to stop or pleading for him to touch you again, and Jake smirked before his hand connected with your pussy again. You moaned, head spinning, body molten and when Jake lifted you again, you could’ve wept in relief when his hard cock pushed into you again.

This time his pace was harsh, unrelenting, so fucking deep and strong and you felt like he was rearranging you.

“I am not,” Jake practically growled, gritting out words between deep strokes, “fucking you this good to be treated with disrespect.”

You couldn’t find words, couldn’t react beyond the sounds babbling out of you, as his cock thrust into you.

“And I am, aren’t I, princess?” Jake panted, his pace increasing. “Fucking you so good. You’re not gonna be able to walk tomorrow, not going to be able to do anything without thinking of how deep I am inside of you, so show some fucking respect and call me by my title.”

He was driving into you, his hips merciless, and your mouth hung open as you shook your head, desperately.

“Use your words, baby,” another stinging slap to your clit, and your body jolted. Your traitorous body, overwrought and overwhelmed, rose to meet him as Jake’s thick cock pushed deeper into you.

“Admiral,” you cried, your body writhing, rejoicing, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Admiral.”

Jake groaned, and he pulled you down sharply onto him. His hips were pistoning up into you, his chest heaving as he drove into you, and all you could do was hang on to him.

“That’s right, angel,” he gritted. “Fucking your admiral like a bitch in heat, and this cunt is gonna come for me as many times as I want, because I know how to satisfy her. Whose pussy is this?”

His words ripped over you, filthy and so perfect, and your body reacted to them beyond reason, clenching down on him. You felt raw and you felt healed; you felt like his.

“Yours,” you sobbed, “it’s yours, Admiral, yours.”

“Fuck,” Jake choked, and fell back against the chair again, guiding your hips as he continued to rut up into you. “You sound so pretty, baby, why does it sound so good to hear you say it?”

You moaned, wordlessly, your hips responding to his guidance. You could feel yourself dripping onto his thighs, drenching the khakis and marking him. Rationale had fled, in its place was pulsing desperation, a searing need for more of Jake, to be consumed by him.

“Please,” you managed, begging. “Please…”

Jake moaned, a long sound that had your stomach clenching and sent another impossible gush of wetness between your legs.

“Yeah, darlin’?” he panted. “Fuck, you feel so good, what do you need?”

Your whole body was trembling, completely overwrought and on the edge, but his words soothed something deep inside of you. Though the world descended into fire, Jake would take care of you.

“Need you to come,” you sobbed. “Please, please, need to feel you—”

You felt impossibly fragile, scattered, but it was okay when Jake’s warm hands smoothed over you. His fingers gripped you tightly and he pulled your hips flush against his as he thrust into you.

“‘Course, baby,” he groaned, “asking so sweetly, and you’ve been so good for me, you’re always so good for me, fuck —I’m gonna give it you because I know that’s what you need, oh fuck, here it comes, baby—”

You came before he did, his words washing over you in a wave of white hot heat before you even felt his cock twitch inside of you, pumping you full of his cum. You didn’t scream, you didn’t cry; you had nothing else to give and your body shook as you came, obedient, unraveled by Jake’s touch. You were lost, drowning in sensation and the frantic beating of your own heart, unwound and put together by the man in your arms. You felt him around you, vaguely, like a concept. Hands smoothing over your skin, warming you and cradling you, checking you were okay.

“Oh, baby, baby, you did so good for me,” Jake was saying, his arms wrapped around you. You snuggled into his chest, knowing he knew that now you were sentient again, how close you wanted to be to him. “Fuck, I don’t deserve you.”

“Not true,” you mumbled into his chest, thinking of how impossible it was that he knew just how to turn you inside out, wring every last drop of pleasure from your body, make you feel cherished even when he was taunting you. Your eyes felt heavy and your body was exhausted; you slumped against his chest and reveled in the tight grasp of his arms around you.

“A little true,” Jake mumbled back, kissing your hair. You nestled into him, emotionally contented, but physically becoming increasingly aware that you were stark naked in a cool office.

You were vaguely aware of Jake taking care of you—noticing the goosebumps on your skin, pulling some tissues out of a drawer to wipe up his cum as it leaked out of you, soothing you when you whimpered as he pulled out. You insisted you were fine, but he insisted on carrying you to the bathroom, setting you gently on the countertop as he ran a washcloth under the warm tap, and set about cleaning you up properly.

Once you were taken care of, he stripped out of his uniform carefully. He was pretending not to watch you, but you noticed his smug expression fading slightly into concern as you stayed quiet, uncertain if it was sated contentment or discomfort. When he walked back over to you, you brushed his hair away from his forehead, smiling reassuringly.

“I’m good, baby,” you told him, and his shoulders dropped in relief.

He leaned back against the counter where you were perched, his shoulder almost touching yours. The fact that he wasn’t pulling you both into the bedroom, for cuddles and sleep, told you there was something else on his mind, so you waited for him.

Finally, he cleared his throat. “The apron thing…you know that’s not…I mean, I don’t think of you like…”

He frowned, tripping over himself as he tried to find the words. You leaned over a bit, nudging his shoulder with yours.

“We’ve had this conversation before, Jake,” you told him, “it’s about what’s hot, not what’s morally upright. I know you don’t think of me as a sexpot in heels, just around to get your dick wet.”

Jake huffed, but he smiled.

“Well, not just that,” he mumbled and you shoved him, but you both laughed, before he sobered again. “I just…I don’t know, I know you’re not an accessory to my career, or something. I didn’t think about it before, but like, you could be whatever you wanted to be, you know? Like if you wanted to be a housewife, or if you wanted to be an admiral, you could do it, a hundred percent.”

He was rambling, you knew it, and you cut him off with a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Are you trying to mansplain feminism to me right now, Seresin?”

Jake snorted. “Even I know better than that.”

“Okay,” you smiled. “Jake, in case the three orgasms didn’t give it away, I was into that too.”

He looked at you for a long moment, before his eyes dropped.

“Yeah?” he asked, a sweet kind of nervousness on his voice that made you lean forward and kiss him.

“Yeah,” you whispered against his lips.

You felt him sigh, finally accepting your reassurances, and the soft look of adoration on his face had you feeling like crying. You’d done enough of that today, though, so you cleared your throat, sitting back.

“So, a housewife, huh?” you said, raising an eyebrow. “Funny way of proposing, Jacob.”

His jaw dropped, and you laughed at his shocked expression, shoving at his shoulder again. “I’m obviously kidding,” you told him, amused, and a smile worked over his features again.

Jake’s smile grew, the longer he looked at you, but an unfamiliar expression was in his eyes behind it.

“Obviously,” he echoed, before he pressed his lips together and shook his head. “You know I love you.”

You did, and your heart soared just as much hearing it as it had the first time he’d said it.

“I know,” you told him, leaning forward to kiss him again quickly. “I love you, too.”

Jake hummed contentedly, and a moment later, he’d pulled you off the counter. He walked you to your bedroom, and you snuggled into his chest, loving the way you could hear his heartbeat.

You’d heard somewhere that human hearts match, that if you listened to a heartbeat for long enough, the rhythms would sync. You didn’t have to take your pulse to know that yours was beating in time with Jake’s, echoes of each other, happy and strong, matching.

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you are not alone | one shot

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

story based on a request by a lovely anon: Steve works as a nurse and lives in a two bedroom apartment. He decided to put out an ad for a roommate and the reader finds it. She’s in desperate need of a place to stay after her father dies. It was just the two of them and she has to use almost all the money she makes working to pay off remaining medical bills.

The reader and Steve have a falling out within the first month of her living there but he keeps her around because she pays her part of the rent and keeps to herself. The two of them are usually throwing digs at one another.

Steve doesn’t realize the reader is going through so much financial stress and the loss of her father. She works two jobs (diner and bar) and is gone a lot. However, Steve starts to notice she hardly eats and sleeps and it’s taking a toll on her health.

One night when Steve gets home from his shift at the hospital he finds the reader fell asleep sitting at the bar in the kitchen. He goes up and puts his hand on her back to wake her and she gets startled. Steve steadies her and tries to calm her down. She’s still disoriented and dizzy. Steve carries her to the sofa and tries to check her vitals but she pushes him away. He lectures her for not eating and makes her eat something before letting her go to bed.

A few weeks later the reader gets sick and is really weak, so Steve takes care of her even though she tells him to leave her alone. In her vulnerable state she finally tells Steve what’s been going on.

An enemies to friends type of story with a soft and caring Steve once he realizes she needs help. angst, slight enemies to lovers, and they were roommates trope, fluff in the end, modern!AU

7 830 words

the one shot is also avaliable on ao3

TW: mentions of: death, family member loss

Dear anon, thank you for your request and I really hope you won't be disappointed!

(I know you requested enemies to friends but I made it lovers instead, because the hopeless romantic inside me is desperate, I'm sorry)

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"Aaand here's for another failed date." Eddie smirked and tilted the shot into his mouth, immediately followed by Robin, Steve and Chrissy.

"I'm so damn tired of this, man." Steve said and slumped helplessly on a soft chair in the corner of the living room. "Everything looks the same, movie, dinner, after dinner we go to my place, have sex and the magic is gone, she sneaks out in the middle of the night and the next day she doesn't answer any messages."

"Maybe you're too desperate?" Robin asked, he sent her a questioning look. "Think about it, it is said that true love comes suddenly and unexpectedly, while you, on the contrary, catch on to anything that moves."

"Robin!" Chrissy jabbed her in the arm.

"What!"

"Be nice!" the blonde rolled her eyes. "Maybe Steve has already met someone who will turn out to be more than a hook-up, and he doesn't know it? Look at us, all through high school we didn't exchange a word with each other, and now I can't imagine a day without your voice." She kissed her girlfriend on the forehead.

"You guys are disgusting." Steve scoffed.

"And you're jealous." replied Robin pulling Chrissy to her and kissing her deeply.

"Ah, ladies! Please spare poor Harrington tonight!" laughed Eddie, filling the glasses anew.

"Thank you, Eddie!" exclaimed the brunette immediately reaching for one. "Can we change the subject?"

"How's your roommate? Doesn't she mind your guests?" asked the metalhead.

"Nope." He waved his free hand and after a moment he brought up a shot. "She's practically not at home at all, and when she comes back it's at night and she sleeps, but when we see each other, exceptionally, she annoys me to the core."

"Why?"

"She constantly walks around fuming, looking at me as if I've committed a crime and getting any word out of her verges on the most miraculous."

"Maybe you made a bad first impression?"

"Then why didn't she refuse when I said she could move in?"

"I don't know, you said she looked desperate."

"It's like I'm living with a ghost who wakes up once every few days and slithers around the apartment in misery."

"Why does it bother you so much that she's quiet?" asked Chrissy suddenly.

"Yeah, blondie is right, I think it's better to have a quiet roommate than to have her be loud, insufferable and pick on everything. Especially the fact that you bring a different girl into your apartment every now and then." Eddie added.

"Oh my God, he's so annoyed because he wants her to talk to him, he wants more than just conversation!" Robin jumped up on the couch as if she had made the discovery of the year. "He likes her!"

"Oh fuck you! All of you!" the other three didn't miss the fact that he didn't deny Robin's theory, but decided to leave the subject for now.

The first month in the new apartment passed extremely quickly. Actually, you didn't quite feel the effects of moving out. Everything seemed to be behind a fog, and the days flew through your fingers turning into nights, and so on and so forth. The only thing that seemed painfully real was the longing and pain. These were the only things that reminded you that you were alive.

As you danced with a tray between tables at a nearby diner from early morning, and later in the evening served drinks to enamored couples at the bar, you didn't have much time to mourn. But that didn't change the fact that the void left in your life was heavy. As heavy as your eyelids, which began to close at the mere sight of your bed. Usually you don't even remember the moment you fall asleep, but today it wasn't so easy.

When you saw that the beginning nurse was looking for a roommate you thought you had managed to find someone calm and quiet. Unfortunately, reality turned out to be different. The frequent sounds of pleasure coming from his bedroom were not usually a problem for you, you quickly learned to simply ignore them or drown them out with music or a podcast. Nor were you bothered by the frequent visits of his friends, who brought chaos and disorder every time, not caring about the silence. Most of the time you weren't in the apartment at all because you were at work, but today they decided to have a movie night, which started with an argument about the choice of movie. Knowing that you wouldn't fall asleep with such entertainment, you exasperatedly got out of bed pulling on your sweatpants.

When you left the room everyone went silent and looked at you. You could see from their faces that they were just waiting for you to start shouting at them, but even though you really wanted to do it at that moment, you didn't have the strength. Exhausted after several hours of hard work as always, you didn't have the strength to do anything, so you passed them without a word, ignoring their attempts to say hello and offers to join them, and left the apartment. With a quick step, you went to the pharmacy located near your apartment, stocked up on a new pack of sleeping pills and went back to your place.

"Hey, y/n!" called out one of the younger boys, from what you associated was probably named Dustin. "Can you help us choose? Iron Man or the Amazing Spider-Man?"

You just rolled your eyes and, leaving him without an answer, went back to your room slamming the door behind you. Taking your pills you started getting ready for sleep again.

Lying in the darkness you listened to the conversation of Steve and his friends.

"See? She can't even say one word, I honestly can barely remember what her voice sounds like!" he said irritated.

"Come on, she looked tired." replied a female voice.

"Tired or not, she could at least answer! Out of politeness!"

"Let's just start the movie."

Then the voices quieted, and your thoughts grew louder. You thought about yourself from a few months ago.

The former you would have answered Dustin's question without hesitation and gladly accepted the invitation to join.

The former you would have been able to chat for hours with Steve from the very beginning and not push away every possible interaction on his part.

You knew it irritated him, he couldn't hide it. Every attempt to have any kind of conversation with you ended in failure, every attempt to get to know you better - spurned. You were not surprised by it. You were sure that the former you and your new roommate would get along very well. It's even possible that the former you would have noticed how his honey-colored eyes curiously followed you when you left the room, maybe she would have noticed the charming smile he sent you during the first days of your living together, and would have appreciated his willingness and interest in you. It is likely that the former you would also have taken an interest in Steve's person, in many ways. However, the former you no longer existed.

The present you was overtired and there was not a shred of energy in her.

The present you had far bigger worries than the handsome boy sitting behind the wall, whose sweet smiles turned into grimaces of annoyance and disgust.

Holding back the tears that rushed to your eyes, you looked at your phone. Six hours of sleep. You snuggled your face into your pillow hoping to fall asleep as soon as possible thanks to the pills. Lately, every minute of sleep was at a premium for you.

Days passed and the tension between you and Steve grew. He was irritated by the lack of willingness to communicate on your part, and you were irritated by the fact that he was irritated. Without actually saying too many words to each other, sometimes one unpleasant glance was enough for one or both of you to feel a strange surge of negative emotions. The climax turned out to be Saturday, when you were getting ready for your evening shift at the bar.

You were walking through the living room holding a glass of Coke in your hand when you tripped over one of the nursing textbooks scattered on the floor. A moment later, all that was heard was the sound of glass on the floor and a rather hard fall.

"What the fuck Steve?!" you exclaimed, looking down at your soaked clothes.

"What happened?" he ran out of the bathroom.

"I tripped over your stupid book! Is it so hard to clean up after yourself?"

"I'm studying, I just went to the bathroom for a moment!"

"And leaving your books on the floor was a great idea!" you said standing up.

"If you had watched where you were going nothing would have happened!" he tried to defend himself.

"If you had kept things in order then nothing would have happened!"

"How could I have known that just now you would mercifully leave the room?! I'm used to you not leaving it for a second!"

"Go to Hell Harrington!" you yelled.

"Feels like I am already in it!" he yelled back, grabbed his books and went to his room.

Angry, you changed your clothes and picked up the glass, then quickly mopped the floor after the spilled drink.

Despite the fact that you had already left the apartment and left him alone in it, Steve felt bad about this whole situation. He didn't know quite whether he was angry, disappointed or tired. Sitting over textbooks for several hours never worked well for him, and arguing with you made him even more upset.

Sighing deeply, he grabbed his phone, where a Tinder notification popped up on the screen. The beautiful long-haired blonde on the screen was smiling broadly at him, he didn't even remember when he swiped her to the right. Each successive match on the app was more and more meaningless to him, despite the fact that he could spend hours there looking for "the one". Eventually everything started to blend together, he could no longer remember what he was saying to whom and what he wasn't, remembering names wasn't his advantage either. He looked at the girl's profile for a while longer, but he decided that he definitely didn't feel like going on a date tonight. Instead he went to the kitchen and took out a full bottle of rum from the refrigerator. Putting it by his face, he took a picture and sent it to the group chat.

Steve the Stupidest: wanna join?

Eddie the Dumbest: my place in 20 minutes?

Chrissy the Sweetest: count us in!

Robin the Smartest: do we need to bring something?

Eddie the Dumbest: your asses to my house lol

Eddie the Dumbest: and snacks

Eddie the Dumbest: I won't let you in without snacks

"You told her that living with her is like living in hell?" Chrissy asked shocked.

"I didn't say it directly! I just said it felt that way!" Steve tried to defend himself. The bottle of rum was emptied in no time and, as standard, Steve brought the tracks back to you.

"Which is exactly the same as if you literally said 'Life with you is like hell." Robin rolled her eyes and threw popcorn at him.

"The real question is do you really feel that way?" asked Eddie.

"No." he answered without thinking. "But it's not heaven either! I don't know what it is, no one gets on my nerves like she does, but I on the other hand..." he didn't finish the sentence.

"I'm still of the opinion that you like her but for some strange reason you're acting like an eight-year-old and instead of admitting it, you're telling yourself that all you feel is annoyance." Robin said.

"I think you two would make an adorable couple." interjected Chrissy.

"Until she would kill me with a single stare." If the relationship between you two was better and more friendly, maybe he wouldn't even try to deny Robin's words.

"You're not in Heaven or Hell, so you could say you're roommates from Purgatory," laughed Eddie. "The only question is which way you'll go, up or down?"

"I have a strange feeling it's going dooown."

Even if the disagreement between you was still present, Steve had no plans to kick you out of the apartment. You always paid everything on time, did not interfere in his life, and, apart from occasional exchanges of words, did not cause any major problems. Over time, however, the atmosphere of irritation began to fade and was replaced by an acceptance of the fact that there would not even be a friendship between you. Not wanting to get in each other's way, you communicated with one another only on necessary matters.

That didn't change the fact that Steve was still observing you, and what he saw was beginning to worry him. Your pale face, blackened eyes and hunched posture betrayed your physical exhaustion. He also noticed that you weren't preparing any meals for yourself at all. In fact, he probably hadn't seen you cook anything once yet since you moved in. Sometimes when he prepared food for himself he would specifically make more to see if you would take what was left, but you never did a single time.

The autumn weather was not one of the best, it was definitely the type of weather during which the only thing to do was to wrap up in a warm blanket, turn on a favorite TV series and drink a big mug of hot chocolate. That was the plan that popped into Steve's head when he walked into the apartment after a long and tiring shift at the hospital.

Putting down his rain-wet umbrella in the hallway, he pulled off his jacket and hung it on a hanger. To his surprise, your jacket was also hanging there. This surprised him because you were always still at work at this hour. Walking deeper into the apartment he saw you sitting at the kitchen counter, your hands and head were resting on its surface. Without saying hello, he entered the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, thinking only about the chicken salad he had made yesterday. When out of the corner of his eye he didn't notice any movement on your part he turned to look at you. Only from this perspective could he see that you were asleep. In your numb hand thete was a mug of tea.

"Y/n?" he asked quietly. You didn't respond. He slowly took the mug out of your hand. The tea in it was already cold. How long had you been sitting there like this? Concerned, he placed his hand on your back and repeated your name several more times.

Awakened, you jumped up on the bar stool almost falling off it, fortunately your roommate reacted quickly enough to prevent this and hold you up.

"Hey, it's just me, just Steve." he said, and furrowed his brow. His voice was calm and a little quieter than usual. "Are you all right? Are you feeling sick?" he asked, and instinctively began to bring his hand closer to your forehead to check for signs of fever, but you, seeing this, immediately pulled away and jumped off the stool. This, unfortunately, was not the best idea, as you were still disoriented by your sudden awakening, and prolonged fatigue and irregular, not very hearty meals definitely weakened your body causing dizziness, which you also felt now and lost your balance.

"Woah!" the brunette once again grabbed your shoulders protecting you from falling. "Come on, sit down on the couch." this time without objection you moved towards the couch which stood nearby, due to the fact that your living room was connected to the kitchen. Steve followed you step by step supporting you. He kept one hand on your back and the other on your arm. "Are you sick? dizzy?" he began to ask when you sat down.

"I'm fine, Steve, just tired." you said, hoping he would give you a break. Meanwhile, a gurgling sound came from your stomach.

"And probably hungry." he raised one eyebrow.

"Just want to go to sleep." you scoffed.

"I have some chicken salad left over, I won't be able to eat it all myself, and it would be a shame to throw it away, maybe you'd like some?" he offered, carefully watching your reaction. He was increasingly convinced that during the day you either eat nothing, or so little that your body can barely manage to provide you with any energy to function. However, given your distant relationship, he couldn't just bombard you with questions and force you to eat like he would have done with Robin or Dustin. He had to do it slowly and calmly.

"Yeah, okay." you said quietly as the gurgling of your stomach resounded a second time.

He immediately went back to the fridge and quickly put the food on plates hoping you wouldn't notice that you got a larger portion. Handing you a plate, he sat down next to you and turned on the TV, the sound of which filled the silence between you.

"That was really good, thank you." you said quietly.

"No problem, I'm glad I didn't have to throw it away." he smiled slightly. "Feeling better?" he asked.

In response, you only nodded your head. You got up from the couch and picked up the plates to wash them, his eyes were following your movements to the kitchen.

Watching you, he thought about the fact that this was your first meal together since you moved in. Satisfied with the result that it didn't end in an argument or that you didn't reject his offer, he felt a little more confident. This small success pushed him forward, so when you started washing the dishes, he decided to take a chance.

"What did you eat at work today?" the question knocked you out a bit.

"Why do you ask?"

"I'm just curious." He shrugged his shoulders, but you didn't see it because you were standing with your back turned.

"A sandwich." you replied not thinking much. You felt strange with the fact that this was your first conversation not about bills or household chores. The first one you had actually allowed him to have.

"Only?"

"I didn't have time at work to eat."

"One sandwich all day? Are you crazy? You need to eat more!" And so much for calmness and slowness. He knew he shouldn't get carried away and didn't want it to sound like an attack, but unfortunately it was too late. Why did he care this much about you awnyway? All the walls that you lowered down for that brief moment rose again.

"I'm fine." you said dryly clenching your teeth.

"I found you sleeping on the kitchen counter, it's obvious that you're overtired and hardly eat anything at all, do you even take care of yourself in any way?"

"It's none of your business." Suddenly all the fatigue is gone from you, replaced, by anger, instead. Who did he think he was to lecture you?

"You are irresponsible." he concluded and got up from the couch.

"Just shut up, Steve, you're not my father to lecture me." You replied in an overtired voice.

"Then maybe you should call him and make him realize that his daughter can't take care of herself!" He was already heading towards his room, but suddenly, he was stopped by the clatter of dishes. He noticed how your shoulders were moving faster and faster, picking up the pace of your breathing. You turned off the water and, without a word, walked away from the sink, standing straight in front of him. Your eyes were big and full of tears, looking at him with a condemning gaze.

"You have no right to say that." You said through your teeth and, without waiting for an answer, disappeared into your room, leaving him alone in a big shock.

That night, instead of his favorite TV series, all he could focus on were the quiet sobs coming from behind the wall and the guilt they caused. He had no idea which of his actions made you cry, and it didn't really matter which. Despite the fact that, in his opinion, he didn't say anything awful in your direction, he felt awful.

Steve the Stupidest: I made her cry

Chrissy the Sweetest: what???? what happened?

Steve the Stupidest: I don't know, we were eating salad together, I asked her what she had eaten at work, she said that only a sandwich, so I got a little carried away and told her that she can't take care of herself, and now I can hear her crying

Robin the Smartest: oh damn

Steve the Stupidest: should I go to her?

Eddie the Dumbest: I don't think she wants to see you now, dude

Robin the Smartest: Eddie is right, let her calm down

Robin the Smartest: and tell everything that happened with details

Autumn brings with itself many changes, one of which may be unexpected illness. The first thing you felt this morning was an unpleasant itching in your throat, the second was a terrible cold, which made you decide to dress a little warmer for work today. Unfortunately, you felt worse and worse by the minute, but adult life can be brutal and you couldn't just not go to work today.

Around noon Steve came home from the hospital, but before he could open the door to the apartment his phone vibrated in his pocket.

"Hello?"

"Come to Benny's, quick." Robin said in a serious voice.

When he arrived in front of the diner, Chrissy was waiting for him with a worried expression on her face.

"What happened?" he asked running up to the girl.

"y/n fainted, Robin and I came in for lunch and when she was carrying our order she just fainted, she said there was no one to help her so Robin said we'll call you-" the words left her mouth at the speed of light.

"Hey, take it easy." he grabbed her by the shoulders. "Where is she?"

"In the back room with Robin and Benny."

With a quick step he walked inside and moments later he was already at your side watching you with a worried face. You looked even worse than last time, which caused him alarmed. Sitting leaning against the white wall, you were almost as pale as it was.

"Let's get you home, okay?" he asked crouching down in front of you.

"I don't have a home." you muttered while burying your face in your hands. "I can't leave, my shift hasn't ended."

"It has ended and the next one won't start until you feel better." said Benny in a harsh tone.

"Benny please." you whined.

"No discussion, get her out of here Steve."

Reluctantly, you walked back to his BMW feeling the gaze of the other three on you all the time, but now you didn't even have the strength to be annoyed with them. Despite the fact that your shift at the diner ended a few hours sooner, you still had to go to your evening shift at the bar, so you wanted to be in your room as soon as possible so you could take a nap before that.

You didn't even remember when you fell asleep, you were pulled out of the darkness by the sound of your alarm clock, which announced that it was time to start getting ready for your shift at the bar. The worst part of it all was that you didn't feel any better.

Slowly and lifelessly you walked out of the room, Steve was standing in the kitchen over a big pot of soup. When he heard the sound of the door opening he turned toward you and smiled slightly.

"I made the soup, the best for a cold, I got the recipe from Robin's grandmother, I'm sure you'll like it, it just needs to boil for a while," he said.

"I'm not hungry." you lied, at the very smell you were drooling but you didn't have time to eat anymore.

"Come on, at least try."

"I don't have time Steve, I have to get ready and go to work." you sighed.

"You're kidding right?" He stood motionless and looked at you in disbelief, and you looked at him with a questioning expression. "A few hours ago you blacked out and now you want to go to work, are you crazy?"

"Don't dramatize."

"Dramatize? Listen to yourself, what's wrong with you?"

"Everything!" you snapped. "Not everyone has a wonderful life full of friends and and rich parents who transfer dollars to your account every month! Do you think life makes me happy? Some people have to work two shifts to make their own living! Some people have other expenses besides just living!" your outburst of anger made you feel increasingly weak, but your voice was still loud. Loud enough for every word to reach him without interference. "You work in a hospital, so you know how much medical bills cost! So I'm sorry Steve, but I won't eat your soup, I have to go to work so I can afford to pay your rent next month!"

Shaken up, you walked into the bathroom and slammed the door behind you. Why does it all have to be so difficult? Clenching your eyes tightly, a loud sob came from your mouth. Much louder than you wanted. Helplessly you slumped to the floor and just let the tears flow. You were sick, tired, sad, angry and lost, everything was against you.

After a while, the bathroom door opened and Steve appeared in it with a broken look on his face.

"I'm sorry." He said, kneeling beside you.

"It's not your fault." you said while wiping away tears. "Everything is just too much."

"I didn't know anything about the hospital bills, are you ill? do you need funding for treatment?" honey eyes studied your face carefully, the warmth that emanated from him made you want to cling to him.

"They are not mine."

"Are you paying for someone?" he asked puzzled.

"My dad was very sick-" you said quietly.

"Was?"

Nothing was your answer. The pain in your eyes spoke for itself.

"Jesus, y/n…" before he could think what he was doing his arms had already begun to embrace you, and you let him. You felt as if he was keeping you from falling apart. After a while, your breathing slowed down, and your body was no longer shaken by waves of crying. "I'm so fucking sorry, I didn't know anything." he muttered into your hair.

"I really have to go to work, Steve." you replied weakly, already a bit calmer.

"You can't go there like this, you're all burned up."

"If I don't go I won't be able to pay you on time." You sighed and extricated yourself from his grasp.

"You'll pay me later, it won't be a problem." he replied without thinking. "Stay, please." he said seeing your uncertain reaction. "I swear that if you pay later, nothing will happen. It won't be a problem."

"Thank you." you replied. "I'll go call that I won't be there."

"And I'll get us some soup." he beamed. His smile was contagious as it also appeared on your face despite your nasty mood. When you returned to the living room there were two large bowls filled to the brim on the coffee table.

"Fancy a movie?" he asked.

"Yeah, okay." you replied surprised, you weren't expecting this proposal. Although he was probably even more surprised and didn't expect you to agree. "What are we going to watch?"

"I don't know, what do you like?"

"And you?" you asked, not wanting to impose something of your own.

"Star Wars?"

"I've never watched, it can be."

"Wait, what? Seriously, it's a classic!"

"Such a film connoisseur of you?" you laughed.

"You still haven't answered my question about what you like."

"Disney is definitely my definition of comfort movies."

"for example?"

"Beauty and the Beast, Princess and the Frog, Tangled, Coco…"

"I haven't watched any of them." he shrugged his shoulders.

"And who's talking about not knowing the classics?!" you pretended to be disgusted.

"I propose a compromise, one part of Star Wars for one Disney movie, I think we both have a lot of catching up to do."

"Deal."

Steve Harrington was a ray of sunshine. From the moment you decided to stop fencing yourself off with thick curtains your life became much warmer and brighter. Your life together changed completely, even though you still had to work two shifts and felt physically tired, your mental state was definitely relieved. When your roommate got to know your situation and understood what you were struggling with, his attitude also changed. This time, all the quiet days and sad looks were not perceived as an attack. Instead, whenever you returned tired after work there was a warm meal waiting for you and an even warmer smile that caused a strange tingling in your stomach.

The more you got to know each other, the more you couldn't hold back the feeling of attraction to him. He was a person from whom a safe warmth radiated, a warmth that not only warmed your cold hands when they accidentally touched his, but also your soul. A soul that had long been a cold and empty hollow. He lit the first tiny sparks in it that made life and emotions awaken in you anew.

By opening up to his presence in your life, you found the courage to grieve. He was the perfect friend. Funny, caring and trustworthy. Day by day you got to know each other better and better, telling him about what happened with your dad you allowed in the feelings that you had kept locked up for an awfully long time.

One day was especially difficult when your dad's birthday arrived. All day the weight of your heart was unbearable, people at work gave you an extremely hard time, so as soon as you closed the apartment door behind you, you burst into tears. Some time ago you would have held it in until you disappeared into your room, but you couldn't help how Steve made the house become home. A home where you didn't have to be afraid to show your feelings.

Hearing you groggy in the hallway he immediately came out to greet you, wanting to show off the new dish he had managed to prepare today. Unfortunately, seeing your condition, all his enthusiasm disappeared.

"What happened?" he asked quietly. His eyes scanned your entire body in search of any apparent reason for crying, but he immediately understood that what was hurting you was not a physical issue at all. Not having the strength to respond you moved quickly in front of him and he simply followed you. You sat down on the bed clenching your face in your hands, after a while the mattress bent under his weight.

"Hey, it's okay." he whispered placing a hand on your shoulder. "Come." He pulled you gently back.

Leaning against the headrest of the bed, he pulled you close, and you fell right into his arms. You cuddled your face into the soft sweater sobbing like a small child. Large hands gently traced paths of comfort on your back and arms. He stroked you as if you were a small, wounded and helpless animal, and he wanted at all costs not to hurt you even more. Your pain was breaking his heart, but he knew the feeling when crying is the only thing that can bring relief, so he didn't interrupt you.

Over the past time, he got to know you much better than he ever would have expected. He saw in you something more than a silent energy filled with fatigue and perpetual irritation. He saw in you a beautiful but broken soul. He saw a heart of gold that was shattered to pieces. He saw how funny you were and what a great conversation companion you could be. He was surprised by your sensitivity, which you initially hid under a mask of oppressiveness. When you broke down the armored wall you surrounded yourself with at the beginning of your acquaintance, Steve met a completely different person, someone in whom he was beginning to see more than just a roommate. With each step you continued to become friends, but he couldn't ignore the thought that he wanted something more.

From people who avoided each other like fire you became a team. You did everything together as much as possible when you both happened to find some free time. Meals together, cleaning together and going shopping together. Movie marathons and evenings spent talking all added up to the beauty of domestication. But-

What if you could lay cuddled up together while watching movies?

What if he could kiss every tear from your cheeks that fall when you get emotional at a Disney movie?

What if you could come up from behind and snuggled into his back while he was preparing dinner for you?

What if while shopping he could hold a shopping bag in one hand and your hand in the other one?

What if seeking comfort in his arms after a hard day at work was the first thing you would do when you got home?

All the what ifs in his head had been swirling around for a long time and were incredibly overwhelming, especially when you were close, yet he couldn't muster the courage to do more.

For the moment, you had more serious things on your mind, and he didn't know how to help you, despite his great desire to do so. Lost in his thoughts and focused to give you as much comfort as possible, he didn't notice when you calmed down. Your breathing was now even and your eyes closed. Thinking you had fallen asleep he settled down a bit and rested his cheek against the top of your head. With the hand that he used to embrace your back he pressed you even tighter against him, and with the other he grabbed the hand that lay on his chest.

"Today is his birthday." you said weakly.

Not expecting you to be awake for a moment panic swept through him, he quickly drew in air and tensed all over waiting for your reaction. Seeing that you still remained motionless, he relaxed, and you continued speaking. "Every year we used to spend this whole day with his best friend and his family. They invited me to join them today to continue the tradition, but I can't- It hurts too much."

"You don't have to go there if you don't feel ready, it's understandable to feel that way." he replied.

"What if I'm never ready? What if it will always hurt like this?"

"Even if time doesn't heal the wounds, you will learn to live with them. And even though moments like now will happen from time to time, you won't be alone with them. You are not alone."

His words went straight to your heart, they were something you needed at that moment.

"Thank you." You said hugging him even tighter.

"Always here for you." he muttered.

The silence that surrounded you and the last rays of the setting sun coming through the window were soothing. Your hearts began to beat out the same calm and steady rhythm that you could feel under your hand. Focusing on the gentle beats, a peace began to envelop you that you hadn't felt since your dad became ill. As the orange glow of the ending day slowly turned into blanketing darkness neither of you wanted to move so as not to scare away such a beautiful and peaceful moment. Desperately clinging to the closeness that existed between you both fell asleep, not worrying about the awkwardness that would come with the morning.

Unfortunately, the night passed all too quickly. When you woke up you were lying in bed alone. Trying to run away from the feeling of disappointment about this, you reluctantly pushed the quilt aside and focused on preparing for work. Entering the living room, you were greeted by a platter of warm scrambled eggs and a mug of coffee.

"I'm going on the night shift tonight, so I thought maybe we could at least have breakfast together." he said sitting down at the table.

"Sounds like a great plan." You replied with a smile. Over the course of the meal you lost yourself in pleasant conversation about everyday life. Steve also talked about his plans for the weekend, where he wanted to take Dustin to a concert by his favorite band.

"And uh- I have something for you." he said when you finished eating. He walked over to his backpack and took out some documents from it, which he slipped to you. "You don't have to do anything with this, but I thought you might want to think about it. I talked to some people at the hospital and they said your situation qualifies for a subsidy on your dad's medical bills." You looked at him with your eyes wide open, he couldn't make out much emotion from your expression, which made him start to get nervous, fearing that you were about to explode with anger. "I know, I'm sorry I talked to strangers about you, you have the right to be angry with me, but I really just wanted to help, this subsidy will cover most of the bills, of course if you need help to figure it all out, I can help you with everything, but I understand if you don't want-"

His rant was interrupted by your arms tightening around his stomach. When the moment of surprise passed he reciprocated the hug.

"Thank you." you said.

"You are welcome." He beamed.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow after we're both off work?""

"Sure." The smile didn't leave his face.

"I have to go now, thank you for breakfast. Have a good day, Steve."

"You too, y/n."

For him, it was the win of the day.

When taking on the job as a nurse, Steve was aware that some moments would be extremely hard in the job. However, he did not expect them to come so quickly and suddenly. Nor did he expect that the first such moment would be so drastic.

Road accidents were the order of the day, so when he got the call to assist in the operation of one of the injured he approached it with composure as always. What he didn't expect, however, was to find a teenage girl lying on the table in critical condition. Despite the best efforts of the entire rescue team, the injuries sustained in the accident were too extensive and she died during the operation. On his way out of the room, all he could hear was the shrill cry of despair of a mother who would never hug her own daughter again. That sound refused to leave his head until the end of his shift.

After returning home, exhausted by today's experiences, he fell asleep on the couch. Unfortunately, even in sleep his psyche was not merciful. His brain replayed nightmares over and over again, which, instead of resting, tormented him even more.

When you returned to the apartment the first thing you noticed was Steve sleeping on the couch. Today, for the first time in a very long time, he was not waiting for you with a meal ready. Determining that he was probably too tired, you quietly walked over to the couch and covered him with a blanket. Your attention did not miss the furrowed brow and the anxious expression on his face. Hesitating for a moment, you decided not to intervene and went to the kitchen, stating that today it was your turn to cook something. In the middle of cutting vegetables, Steve suddenly jumped on the couch breathing heavily.

"Hey, what's going on?" you quickly walked over to him and crouched down across from him. He was in shock, his eyes in a panic trying to recognize the environment he was in, and his breathing was speeding up instead of slowing down. "Steve, hey." you tried to get his attention.

"My phone. Where's my phone?" he sprang to his feet and began a frantic search for the device. He found it in his jacket pocket and immediately started dialing a number. "Dustin? Dustin are you okay?" he asked after a few beeps.

"Yes, why?" replied the confused boy.

"I just- I'm sorry. Glad you are okay."

"What the hell Steve?"

"I have to go, bye." He hung up and clasped his hand around the phone while leaning his head against the wall.

"Steve?" approached him slowly. "What's going on?"

"It's just a hard day at work…" He sighed.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

He nodded and together you went to sit on the couch. There he told you about the situation. The longer he spoke, the more his voice broke down and words struggled to pass through his throat.

"When I was sleeping, I had-I had a nightmare. Instead of this girl, there was Dustin. I had to make sure he was okay-" it was his breaking point.

The sight was painful. It was hard to look at a person who can bring so much warmth, light and joy into someone's life in a state of sadness. Steve was like sunshine to you, sunshine that was now covered by dark clouds and raindrops that dripped down his cheeks. Before you had time to think your body reacted faster, and you were already halfway to hugging him. He accepted this form of reassurance without hesitation, and, drawing you closer to him, you landed in his lap, while he snuggled his face into the bend of your neck.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through all this." you said quietly stroking his hair. "And Dustin is fine, he is fine, you are not gonna lose him."

"I can't lose him-"

"And you won't." You didn't let him finish his sentence. You moved him away from you so that you could look at each other and took his face in your hands, wiping away the tear tracks with your thumbs. "And remember that you are not alone with your problems Steve Harrington, and you will not be alone."

Honey-colored irises looked right through your soul. However, after a while they began to take a different course. Slowly and uncertainly they went along your nose to stop at your lips. Suddenly his hands, which were now on the indentation of your waist, began to burn. Yet it was not a painful burning. The warmth was addictive, you wanted to feel more of it, you wanted to feel it all over your body. Your foreheads rested against each other and your noses brushed, lips were separated by millimeters when the magic was interrupted by his phone.

Like a burnt woman, you jumped off his lap, and he went to his room with the phone, not knowing how to deal with what had just happened between you.

Would you let him kiss you?

This thought focused all his attention, and all he understood from his conversation with his supervisor was that tomorrow was his day off.

"Would you mind going for a walk?" you asked when he returned to the living room.

"Sure."

The autumn air was not the hottest, but the warm sweaters you were wearing adequately protected you from it. The setting sun was a beautiful orange color quite like the leaves quietly crunching under your shoes. Steve wordlessly followed you, not even focusing on the road. Walking in your company seemed to be a good cure for shattered nerves, especially since the scenery was equally soothingly beautiful. On the way to your destination, you made a brief stop at a flower shop, not far from the cemetery. At that moment he knew what your destination was.

"It's okay if you don't feel like going there." You said stopping in front of the gate.

"No, it's fine." he replied and moved ahead.

"This place…I found a weird peace in here for the first few days after my dad died." you explained as you approached the grave. You placed a flower on it.

Steve did not respond. But you were right, the place was surrounded by a strange atmosphere of calm. The falling nightfall sharpened the burning candles. Their rays were small but warm, and together they created a solemn scenery. He associated the flames with the emotions you stirred in his heart. Emotions that were bubbling up inside him and begging him to let them out. Emotions that he no longer had the strength to keep inside, and despite the fact that the cemetery was the last place to confess love, he decided to do so.

"Thank you." he said finally.

"For what?" you asked turning your face toward him.

"Letting me in."

"Thank you for being patient enough." The smile with which you answered this was also as warm as the lights burning in front of you.

"I think I'm falling in love with you."

He expected shock, anger, laughter on your part. He expected each of the worst reactions. However, he did not expect the calmness with which you accepted what he said. He didn't expect your hand intertwining your fingers and the other landing gently on his cheek.

"I think I'm falling in love with you too, Steve." you whispered.

That was enough for him to lean in and bring your lips together. The kiss, at first shy and gentle, deepened into something passionate and filled with relief that something that was supposed to have happened a long time ago was finally happening. It was as if everything had suddenly found its rightful place in the universe.

As you pulled away from each other, he spun you around so that your back rested against his chest and your arms locked in a bear hug. With a wide smile and tears of happiness in your eyes, you looked at your father's grave.

"Thank you." you said quietly.

"It's me who thanks you." he whispered in your ear.

"It wasn't to you." you giggled, and he made a confused sound. "It was to Dad."

"Oh."

"He placed a real angel in my path." You didn't have to wait long for a response. After a while, you were face to face again giving each other kisses interrupted by smiles.

"Let's go home." you whispered between kisses.

"Home?" he asked with hope in his voice.

"Home." You confirmed by kissing him again.

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