#WHAT DOES THIS MEAN. ARE THEY GONNA ACE THE EXAMS AND KISS ?????
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hey hot stuff i’m feeling the need to be self indulgent (feel free to ignore me LOL) but a matt headcanon with his gf in the middle of exams? late night study sesh and such🥹 i love you
- mads 🪽(@hollandsangel)
bf!matt x stressed college gf headcanons
sorry this took so long!! i had a… hectic day to say the least. i hope this does ur request justice 🫶🏾 i love u bad
-matt is the type of bf to never ever want to see you stressed
-he’s gonna do whatever he possibly can to take the pressure off your shoulders
-so when exam season comes up and you start to get kind of distant because you’re so stressed, this mf is the most attentive, doting man ever
-“i’m just so stressed. my bio exam is in three days and my english lit exam is in 5 and i have to do so many chores and pick up this stupid cake for my mom—”
-“go to the library and study. give me the time and place to pick up the cake and i’ll use my key to get into your apartment. don’t worry about a thing, sweetheart.”
-he would respect your space when you needed it and when you wanted to study alone
-“i wanna see you matt but i really need to memorize this chapter tonight. i can’t, i’m sorry.”
-“it’s okay, baby. i understand, school comes first right now.”
-you love him so much for that cause he never makes you or lets you feel guilty for the lack of time together
-he definitely brings you your favorite snacks, water, and meals to the library when you stay late
-“i’m not staying, i know you need to focus. but i also know you haven’t eaten today and i can’t have that.”
-when you do want company, he is hands down the best study partner
-he will deadass read the chapters you have memorize just to make sure he can quiz you
-helps you make color coded flash cards
-“it means… fuck i can never fucking remember this one.” you’re chewing on your pen cap racking your brain for the definition of a chapter concept you know you know. you can feel the slight hysteria building as matt sits patiently, gentle eyes pleading with you to go easy on yourself. “i’m never gonna fucking pass.”
-matt puts down the flash cards, careful not to mess up the order. he comes around to the side of his bed that you’re on, squatting down between your open legs. he’s rubbing his thumb in circles on your thighs with one hand as he removes your head from your hands with his other. “you are the smartest and most capable person i know. you have been working your ass off for this. you need to give yourself some more credit, sweetheart. cause i have no doubt you can do it.” he swipes at the frustrated tears pooling in your eyes and gives you the most honey sweet smile you’ve ever seen.
-you tend to overwork yourself a lot so he insists on breaks every couple hours
-you almost always protest in favor of getting as much work done as possible but he always wins the argument
-“baby, i can’t take another break. i’m so behind. i haven’t even done half of what i wanted to!”
-“last break we took was four hours ago y/n. you’re going to drive yourself crazy if you don’t give yourself some time to relax.”
-he takes you to get food or even just a short drive listening to the playlist you guys made together, talking and laughing about anything other than school
-sometimes you sit in the living room w all the triplets and watch them argue about something hilarious
-he’s always right and it always works
-when you finally finish reviewing all the material you needed to, you flop down on his bed with a heavy sigh
-“i’m so fucking happy i finished on time.”
-“i knew you would. you’re gonna fucking ace it tomorrow.”
-“yeah i hope. i had the best study partner in the world.”
-you spend the night before your exams in his extremely soft bed and his extremely serene arms, him kissing away the nerves that threaten to choke you. every so often he’ll whisper sweet nothings of how good you’re gonna do, how proud of you he is and how smart you are, making your heart swell.
-the day of your exams you wake up to the sweetest note with a smoothie made (he didn’t go to bed until like 7am that morning anyway)
-“you’ve got this, baby! you’re gonna fucking kill it. take your time and trust yourself. i love you -m”
-you feel on top of the world knowing the most amazing man you’ve ever met believes in you so much
-after your exams are done, you wait until you’re back at his house to view your scores online
-“you ready?” matt says, looking at you with nothing but love and light.
-“no, but fuck it. lets get this over with.”
-you of course get the best scores imaginable
-you celebrate like you won the fucking lottery, jumping in his arms and shrieking in hysterical delight
-he is just as, maybe even more excited
-“that’s my fucking girl! i knew you could do it.”
-and he spends the entire night showing you just how proud of you he really is
#matt sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#christopher sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#nick sturniolo#sturniolo edit#chris sturniolo#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo imagine#matthew sturniolo#matt stuniolo fanfic#matt sturniolo headcanon#matt sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo fanfic
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I gotta get something off my chest.
First up, I’m a huge Lewie girlie. Top of the class. Acing that exam. He’s my husband right there. But something is bugging me.
Lewie really reminds me of Will from s9 love island uk, just a wee bit more toned down(Understatement of the year)
He’s loyal, OBSESSED with us, looks the part a bit and gives “mc, are you even real?” behaviour
So, what does that mean?
He’s probably gonna pull a Will and fuck it up during Casa. Oh no, I don’t think he’ll switch. I think he’ll be overwhelmed with the attention because he’s even said he’s not used to it and think he’ll get pressured into treating it like a lads holiday since we’ve already seen the boys stick to ‘bro code’ and are loyal to each other.
I think he’ll kiss another girl and feel utterly shit about it, regret it and stay loyal at the recoupling. But guess what’s coming?
Movie night
and wouldn’t that just be the perfect movie to show mc??
#goes for Jamal too tbh#I reeeally hope I’m wrong#I wanna be wrong#I’ll gaslight myself into thinking I’m wrong#s5 gave me trust issues#litg#litg lewie#litg s6#litg double trouble
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Affection Ft. first year babies and Kyōki, my twst oc
This has been plaguing my mind for a while, so have this
Ace Trappola: He’s their little bitch boy
What gets him the kithies?
He himself is pretty physically affectionate, so it works out quite well with the two
Drapes himself over their back when they’re counting how much they earned this week, lays his head on their laps, hangs off their side
Yeah he’s like a kitten that simply won’t let you go, the asshole
It was glaringly obvious that Ace liked to be showered in love, so they did what any mother would do and absolutely smothered him in it
Hugs? Head pats? Getting his cheeks pinched? The worst baby names to ever exist????
Trust, they’ve got it all down
Calls him by their chosen name of Cenuora (means carrot, very affectionate)
He bites.
No, I will not be giving further comments on that.
He struggles a lot in school and getting passing grades, but he does try his best
And they know just how much effort he’s been putting in to get a good mark on his upcoming exam
Their study sessions are… something, that’s for sure :)
So when he came up to them with a hesitation he’s only shown on occasion, slowly handing them his paper with an 85% slapped on it (the highest he’s gotten so far)
They’re overjoyed
They take his face in their hands and give him little bunny kisses
You know that thing where you rub someone’s nose with yours??? That
Picking him up and spinning him around, they’re showering him with praises and forehead kisses too
“I knew you could do it! Awe look at my baby, growing up so quick~!”
He’s flustered, a pinkish glow on his cheeks, and a huge grin on his face as he hugged them back
He’s certainly gonna keep this up, and that’s a promise
Sometimes he doesn’t want any sort of touch, but wants to be near them, and they completely get it
They sit by him and read, while he stares off to space, revelling in how. Comfortable. This whole thing was
Deuce Spade: Resident mamas boy
Does he get kithies?
Sweet baby that has done no harm
Yes, he beat those students that were harassing him outside barely an hour ago, but that’s not the point here
One of the very first receivers of the mother’s affection (cuz he’s a good boy, obv)
He gets more kisses than Ace
He low-key brags about it to the other first years
Like look at him, he gets all giddy when they give him little pecks on his head, there’s no way he doesn’t sit there with THE brightest smile for DAYS
He’s usually there when they get back from work, so he gets dibs to sleep on the couch with them
They’re knocked tf out and he’s having the best time of his life
Grim is obviously gonna kick him in the face but that’s not the main focus
They’re. Large. To say the least. (Taller than Mal if you don’t count his horns)
So he feels a sense of security and overall comfort just being in their arms
He’s a sleep cuddler, ends up with his limbs tangled with theirs
As long as he doesn’t touch their hair in their sleep then they’re not complaining
He gets a lot of comfort kisses, in a way
Like he’s upset about not being a “good honour student” and they smack him upside the head and crush him in a hug
They’re not one for words, so he gets his face and head littered with kisses and his tears gently wiped away
And he’s staying in their embrace for who knows how long till he’s calmed down and ready to talk or just chill, it’s fully up to him what he wants
And if he ever needs help deciding? He’s got a “fuck it” kinda person right there to pick him up (literally) and drag him to their garage to take a ride around town on their bike (I forgot what motorcycles are in twst 💔)
Extra note that I deem important: They always style his hair when they get the chance. He’s got long hair, why wouldn’t they take the chance to play with it?
Jack Howl: Big boy, loveable boy, baby boy, fuckin’ simp
Ofc he gets kithies
Honestly, he took one look at them in the halls and determined that “oh yeah that’s my mom now.” And has been referring to them as such
Like bro showed up one night for dinner and they simply did not question it
How he got in, we’ll never fucking know
Earned the tittle good boy and he will never not smile like a baby each time they call him that
“Hm? Oh, there’s my good boy!”
Bro practically lives for that
Can and will throw hands if anyone says anything bad about them
Includes that crusty Housewarden of his :)
I do not like that smelly man.
Moving on.
He loves it when they clean his hair/fur, believe it or not
Will plonk himself down in-front of them with a brush in hand and stare at them with big hopeful puppy eyes till they drop whatever they’re doing to tend to his hair
Changes into his wolf form and all that just to jump on them when they’re sleeping
He does that in his beastman form too, just saying
He also likes putting his face in their hands
It just fits
Will sob if they scratch behind his hair
Has a habit of having his tail on them anytime he’s around
It’s just there
On their leg, arm, torso, anywhere
They don’t question that either
Him, Grim, and Sebek have arguments on who they should smell like for the day and they just
🙆🏾♀️ “chai what are there kids talking about” and leave
Has he gotten yelled at before? Yep.
Look. He’s cute nd all, but he walked into the house all muddy and they nearly died
He was just having fun, yes, but the damn rug they wrestled both Vil and Jade for???
He was not allowed in their home for a week.
Needless to say, he was devastated
Leona in all his stinky crusty glory had to drag a very sad Jack over to their dorm personally and ask what was going on and why his underclassman was at the dorm more often and crying now
Jack (and the rest of the first years) get a stern lecture on why the hell they shouldn’t step in their damn house with damned dirty selves and mess up the rug they ran two grown men’s fades for
Everyone gets a flick on the head after
And he’s been the cleanest mf since then
Not a speck of dust on his ass
Honestly kinda scary 💀
They’re kinda surprised but they give him his usual scratches behind the ear as usual
An extra kiss on the forehead if they’re tired and see the house fucking SHINING cuz Jack was there cleaning all day
Epel Felmier: The other bitch boy, just a tad bit more feral
Would he accept the kithies?
They’re both fuckin’ crazy.
Their his enabler, and he goes crazy
These two are a match made in hell for everyone but them
Vil cries himself to sleep every night knowing that Epel takes more lessons from them than his own Housewarden
Suck on my big fat man tiddies, Vil whatever your last name is
Epel loves when they do things together
Weather it be a walk or baking pie, he’s always down for some quality time
They’ve both got accents so it’s pretty comfy for them to just. Whip it out and fully understand what the other is saying despite how different they sound (Epel with his whole Yee-haw and Kyōki with their African mother talk)
He sees them as a role model
Like. They’re comfortable in their own skin, something he’s striving to achieve
And they’re more than happy to help
He likes going shopping with them as long as no one else joins in
Likes it when they carry him, and he’s gotten better at showing when he would like to be lifted from the floor and into their arms
He lowkey didn’t expect them to be anything more than some dude but ohohooo when they socked Vil out of his overblot? Views automatically changed
Will die if they feed him
He just likes little things, subtle ways of showing they care
And Kyō knows just how to handle situations like those
He also likes holding hands, surprisingly
If their hands aren’t occupied by either Grim or Ortho he’s sneaking in and grabbing them himself
Maybe it’s because of how big they are, or because of how unnaturally cold their hands are, ur he felt secure
Like no one could stop all this newfound happiness
Yknow the whole repunzel thing where she lets her hair down? Yeah these two parody it each time he has an etiquette lesson
He calls for his knight in shining armour and they stumble out the bushes with a dumb smile and use the worst voice acting possible to “persuade” him into taking a leap of faith out the window
They always catch him
Sebek Zigvolt: The family dog
Honestly, why does this mf get kithies?
Bro tried to yell at them first meeting
They gave him one look and this man shut down 💀
He's been following them ever since, thinks it's some sorta magic
They can't use magic.
There wasn't much warming up, he just kinda followed around and was like "oh wow this mf strong, better suck up to 'em"
Y'know, like how he did to Mal and Lilia
Look me in the eyes and tell me that's not how they met. You can't.
Say's THE weirdest shit. Ever.
I will not be listing examples.
Mix old ways of speaking with chronically online shit and add "Waka-sama" to it somewhere and I'm pretty sure you'll get it
At some point he just kinda. Started praising them the way he does to Mal
"MY KYŌKI IS THE SLAYEST"
blah blah blah, you get the picture
They're too tired to question it
He also bites.
Specifically their jaw and shoulder
How does this mf even GET there???
Guess we'll never know
He DEMANDS to be pet, and sometimes just takes their hand and puts it on his head
Needy lil bitch
I don't hate him, I swear
Sometimes he's a lil cute tho
Y'know when he's a little flustered and isn't his usual loud self?
That pretty much only happens if they give him a kiss on the nose
Or side-eye him, it works too
The former lasts longer, though
So when he's yelling a lil TOO much, they just pull him and give him a lil peck on the nose
And return to what they were doing previously because he's gonna be stunned for at least two hours :D
He probably starts being annoying on purpose 💀
Ortho Shroud: Little war criminal, baby <\3
ALL THE KITHIES IN THE WORLD
They love their robo son
Idia who? Nee-chan who?????
No that's his mom and mafia boss right there
Fuck his stinky, cheesy balled brother
I don't hate Idia either
They carry him a lot, despite him not needing to be lifted
Hugs hugs hugs
They found a way to style his hair and that's that
Very loveable omg
They're really calm with Him and Grim
Blatant Favoritism
What's there not to love about him???
He's a walking killing machine filled teddy bear of a child!
He enjoys turning his jets off and laying on them during the more quiet days
They deff commit arson
Idia cries himself to sleep every night knowing he's gotta bail his brother out of jail one day
Not really, these two have a streak of just not getting caught
Let's hope it lasts :)
He lovesss getting dolled up, so he raids their closet every now and then
Always with the tutu's
Can and will bust a bank with the prettiest pink dress on
I think their influence is a lil too strong
Grim: Best boy in the whole world, baby <\3
Kithies for DAYSSS
Baby.
Absolutely and completely
That's their first son
The first one they met before going on the carriage
Their one and only monster that shares his weird ass rocks with them to eat
He get's all their affection, hands down
Belly rubs, kisses, cuddles, anything, you name it
Get's so offended when they don't give him a hug
Like tf are you doing???
The one time they got too tired to pick him up when they got home, he cried and packed his little cartoon stick and handkerchief of a Tuna can and sadly walked out the house cuz he thought they disowned him
Abandonment issues go hard
Is ALWAYS on them
As long as they aren't at work, he's stuck on them like glue
In their hair, on their face, in their clothes, literally everywhere
They always have a little piece of grim in their braids and they don't know of they can even be mad
They're so gentle with him
He tried to bite their fingers off when they had to brush his teeth for the first time and they simply stared at him and left the bathroom
He came crying like those sad little babies
"D-do you not want me?"
NOOO BABY NOOOOO
HUUUUUUUGE soft spot for him
He bathes with them every once in a while, gotta not smell like shit somehow
He get's dressed up too (he loves it but still bitches about it)
Him and Ortho know they're the favourites and get away with so much shit
Extra note, Grim is about the length of their arm when he stands
Yes, Kyōki's massive
196.69 and quite muscular
Do with that information as you will
#They’re AroAce btw don’t get the wrong idea#sex AND romance repulsed#they gag at the thought of getting into a realationship with a REAL person#that doesn’t include Deuces mom#I love Grim and Ortho#My kids#my babies#they're all simps smh#twisted wonderland#twst ace#twst deuce#twst epel#twst Jack#twst Sebek#twst Ortho#twst Grim#lawd I love these lil shits#I'd still deck them but it's fine#Longest thing I've posted on tumblr so far?#Twst mc#Twst OC#<333 writing#twst
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my girl (part 4) - rafe cameron
a/n: SURPRISE! I wrote a part 4 ;) i had this idea right after i said i was only doing 3 parts - but this really is the final one! I really hope ya'll enjoy. It's a little shorter than the rest! (not my gif)
Summary: Nope sorry you have to read!
Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, kissing, and test anxiety
Word Count: 4.4k
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Your phone buzzing on your nightstand distracts you get again from cramming for your Chemistry final. The exam happens in two days, yet you feel like it might as well be in two hours with the amount of anxiety you have. It's your second year of college, and boy, it hasn't gotten any easier. Thankfully, your roommate is out for the night so you have your entire dorm to yourself to study.
You lean over and check your phone. Another missed call from your fiancee, Rafe. Beside your phone on your nightstand sits your engagement ring. You stare at it for a moment and swallow your feelings, then move back over to your chemistry textbook. Your phone buzzes again - a voicemail from Rafe this time, which you don't bother to listen to.
Chemistry is your focus tonight. Chemistry is what you need to be studying for, what you need to know inside and out. You throw yourself back into it, shutting off your phone when it buzzes yet again. You need absolutely zero distractions.
About twenty minutes into it, you hear a loud knock on the door. You sigh, figuring your roommate forgot her ID or keys again. You pull open the door and sigh, fully shocked when you find Rafe standing at your door. He's out of breath from running inside from the parking lot, and he looks pissed off.
"Oh, good, you're alive," he snaps, pushing his way into your room before you can even invite him.
"What are you doing here?" you ask him, closing the door so none of your nosy neighbors can listen to yet another argument between the two of you.
Things haven't been good. You're sick of him calling and texting you all the time, him begging you to come home, and constantly asking who you're with when you go out. On top of all of that, your classes this semester are harder than they've ever been, but Rafe never respects when you say you need space and time to study.
"Checking to see if my fucking fiancee is breathing!" he shouts, throwing his hands up in the air, "I mean, shit, Y/N, I called you, like, twenty times."
You glance over to the nightstand at your phone, realizing your ring was over there, too. You know he won't like that.
"I shut my phone off. I really need to study, Rafe," you tell him, but he's not listening.
Instead, he collapses onto your bed and puts his head in his hands, sitting directly on your Chem textbook and notes.
"Oh, my God, what the hell? Get up," you snap at him, walking over and pushing him off so he doesn't ruin your notes or textbook pages.
"It's fucking fine," he replies as he stands, barely glancing at your papers.
"No, it's not. I need this shit to pass my exam-" you hold the wrinkled papers up.
"They're literally fine, Y/N," his voice raises, "Stop being so dramatic."
You take a deep breath before you speak again, knowing whatever comes out will not be very nice. You've really been trying to be patient with him, but it's getting harder and harder.
"I'm not being dramatic, Rafe," you say calmly, "I just really need to study and I need peace and quiet."
He sighs and rubs the back of his neck as he debates what to say next. Neither of you want to start a fight, but you both have a lot of shit to say. His eye catches the shiny object on the nightstand and he looks over, figuring out it's your engagement ring.
"What the fuck?" he gasps, picking it up and holding it out to you, "Since when do you take this off?"
You put your hands on your forehead and sigh, realizing this is going to take up a lot of time that you don't have. And the fact that Rafe drove eight hours on a whim because you didn't pick up his calls all day has made you crazy.
"I cannot do this with you right now," you tell him, stepping toward your Chemistry stuff.
You'll just have to go to the library and study if he's going to be here. There's no way you can get any of your shit done with him bitching about your ring.
"Oh, my bad, when can you do it, then?" he rolls his eyes, "Huh? Can you give me, like, a window of time where you're actually available to talk?"
"Rafe-" you start, but he holds his hand up.
"No, because, I mean, I don't hear from you all day, and I'm fucking worried about you, so I make the long ass drive to come check on my soon-to-be wife, and now I'm the bad guy? Yeah, no, I get it now!" he exclaims.
"Jesus, okay, I have to go," you say, grabbing your backpack from the floor and sliding some slippers on.
"Right, to study," he grumbles.
"Yeah, to study," you snap back, "Just because you didn't go to school doesn't mean you can't at least try to understand!"
You rarely raise your voice at him, so Rafe knows you're mad. He stares at you for a second, deciding if he should acknowledge your comment about him not attending school.
"It's not about whether or not I understand, it's about time management," he lectures, making you roll your eyes, "Don't roll your fucking eyes at me."
"Don't show up at my dorm unannounced!" you yell back.
"I wouldn't have been unannounced if you would answer your goddamn phone!"
You take a deep breath and exhale loudly, then step closer to the door. Rafe walks over to you and grabs your arm, spinning you around. You stare up at him like he's crazy, he's never laid a hand on you like that before.
"Put your ring back on," he demands, holding it out in his hand.
"What the fuck is your problem, Rafe? You think I'm gonna get hit on walking to the damn library? Get a grip," you mutter, trying to yank your arm from his grasp but failing.
"I'm not playing," he tells you, holding the ring up in his other hand.
"Neither am I," you snap, "Let go of me."
He stares at you for another few seconds and then releases you, groaning loudly when he does. He steps away from you and runs his hand through his hair, then sets your ring back down on the nightstand.
"What's going on with us?" he grumbles, sitting down on your bed again.
You start to feel bad as you look at him, so you step closer and set your books down on you desk. You open your mouth to speak, to apologize and return your ring to your finger, when he speaks out again.
"Why didn't you answer the fucking phone when I called?"
You close your mouth quickly, swallowing the words you were about to say. You stare at him for a moment, then you decide that it's just best to tell him the absolute, stone cold truth.
"Because I have shit going on, Rafe. I have a Chem final in two days and I'm not at all prepared, I have other finals and an entire paper due by the end of the week, and I have you up my ass about everything in between and it's just a little overwhelming right now."
He brings his head out of his hands and looks up at you. His expression changes from hurt to angry in about one second, so you brace yourself.
"So what do you want me to do to help you, then?" he asks, his voice agitated. You can tell he's trying to be patient, but he really wants to yell.
"I just need you to give me some space right now," you state.
He nods his head, moving his eyes away from yours and down to the floor.
"Space," he repeats, "You want space."
You nod your head slowly, afraid now to speak. You can't tell what his reaction is about to be, but obviously it isn't going to be a good one.
"So, you ignore my phone calls," he holds up one finger, "You take off your engagement ring," another finger, "And now you want space. Do you think I'm a fucking moron?"
He stands up off the bed, now towering over you. Your hands come up to your face, rubbing your eyes to try and relieve some form of stress.
"God, Rafe, you're making this out to be something it's not-"
"Am I?" he shouts, "Do you want to marry me or not? I mean, I really think that's what this boils down to. Am I what you want, or not?"
His yelling combined with your stress and confusion makes you yell back at him.
"I don't know!"
He steps back, almost like you've hurt him, and stares at you with a look you've never seen before. It's anger, betrayal, confusion, and sadness all rolled into one, heartbroken expression. It makes your stomach turn thinking about the fact that you're hurting him.
"Well, there it is," he says, his voice cracking, "I'll just get out of your way, then."
He leans down and grabs the ring from your nightstand, wrapping his large hand around it and then stepping toward the door.
"Rafe, wait," you say, "Where are you going to go? You can't drive home in the dark."
He doesn't turn around, he can't look at you. Not when you're not sure what you want.
"I'll sleep in the truck," he says, his voice weak and quiet.
"No," you protest, "Rafe, I'm sorry."
He stands there for a few seconds, then turns, and you see the tears in his eyes. One has fallen, and rests on the bottom of his cheek. He wipes it away, but not quick enough.
"Why are you sorry? I'm not what you want anymore," he laughs, but nothing is funny.
Another tear falls and you step forward quickly, reaching up to wipe it away. He closes his eyes under your touch, always loving feeling your skin on his.
"I didn't say that," you say gently, tears welling in your eyes from seeing him like this.
"Just..." he trails off, finally opening his red eyes, "Go ace your Chem final. I'll see you at home in a few days."
He reaches up and grabs your hand, removing it from his cheek. He lays a quick kiss on your knuckles, then closes his eyes again when he lets go of you. Not sure if it's his last time feeling you.
He turns to leave, opening the door up before he turns back to you.
"I love you. I always will."
He doesn't wait for your response, he just closes the door behind him. You turn and look at the nightstand where your ring once sat, wishing to God that it was still there. You want to tun after him, but you know you can't. You two just need some cooling off time, you tell yourself. You'll come back again atfer finals when you get home for Christmas break. He'll hold onto your ring for you, you convince yourself of that.
You can't focus. The next day, you spend all your time in the library, staring at a page in your Chem textbook, and all you can focus on is your empty finger. No pretty ring that reflects every ounce of Rafe's love for you. You check your phone, but all you see is an empty screen. Your wallpaper is a cheesy picture of Rafe holding a wine glass. You took it on your anniversary last year and love everything about it, especially his cheesy grin.
Tears start to form in your eyes, so you do what you have to do. You call him. It rings and rings and rings, then you hear his familiar, raspy voice on his voicemail.
Yo, it's Rafe. Leave a message and I might hit you back.
You close your eyes, those two sentences being the most you've heard from him in almost twenty-four hours.
"Hey," you start your message, "Look, I'm sorry about last night. I really want to talk. Please call me back. Love you, bye."
You sigh and hang up the phone, then look down to your book again. You try and try to focus, but you can't. It just is impossible with everything spinning around your brain. You can still see the look on his face when you said you weren't sure, you can still hear him say 'I love you' right before he left.
And it's all you want to hear again.
You slam your book shut and grab your stuff, then make your way out of the library. Once you get outside, you call Rafe again. You hear the same ringing and the same message from his voicemail, so you leave another.
"Baby, please call me. I'm worried about you. I just want us to talk. Please call. I love you."
You hang up and walk back to your dorm, checking every five seconds to see if he's called you back. You really just want to hear his voice, to apologize, and to be able to focus on Chemistry again. Knowing that Rafe is out there hurting is just too distracting.
You call hm again after you get back to your dorm, giving him about thirty minutes to call back before you try him again. When he doesn't answer, you leave another message.
"Hey," you say, your voice sounding more desperate, "I'm going to call Dad and have him come get me. I'm skipping out on my Chem final. I just want to come home and work things out with you. Call me, please. Love you."
And you mean every word. You sit down on your bed and you remember how Rafe had helped you move in on your first day of freshman year. You remember how he made love to you and how he proposed to you in the parking lot before he left. And you remember all the times he came to visit and you two laid in bed and planned out your whole wedding reception together, laughing and joking about who to invite and who to sit together.
As you sit there and remember it all, remember the kisses and the laughs and the feelings you have when you're with him, you've never been more sure in your life. It's Rafe. It will always be Rafe.
You hear a knock on your dorm room door and hop out of bed, rushing over to it. It's him, you hope. Coming to rescue you, coming to hold you, coming to give you your ring back. You pull open the door with a big smile, only to find your roommate, Alex, standing on the other side.
"Hey," she says, looking confused at why you opened the door like that, "Sorry. I forgot my keys."
You drop your shoulders and nod, moving her out of the way. She leaves the door open as she moves over to her side of the room to search for them. You sit back down on your bed, checking your phone once again. He has to call back eventually.
"You're not ditching your Chemistry final."
You look up and see him, standing in the doorway, staring at you. His eyes are tired, his hair is a mess, and he looks like he's hung over. You don't even want to know where the hell he's been for the past day.
"Rafe," you breathe, hopping up from your bed.
You want to throw your arms around him, hug him, and have you hold him. He stops you when you get close to him, holding out his hand to keep distance between the two of you, which practically breaks your heart in two.
"You're not coming home until you take that test," he repeats, "You've been studying for it and if you don't take it, you fail. So, you're staying. I called your dad."
You frown. This is not how you imagined it. He seems colder somehow.
"Okay," you say, "Fine. But I want us to talk."
Rafe shakes his head, leaning against the doorframe. Alex walks up behind you, whispering she will be back later, and leaves with a quick smile to Rafe.
"I'm giving you your space so you can focus. We'll work on us when you're done with the semester."
He sounds firm, but you know you can win this one. You step forward, so close that he can almost feel your skin on his. Your scent fills the air, and you watch as he swallows his feelings.
"Rafe," you say, your voice soft, "I can't focus on anything knowing that I hurt you. I need to talk about us and figure things out. Please."
"Baby," he sighs, and you know you've won just by the return of your nickname. It's your favorite, which is why he calls you it so often.
"Please," you say, taking his hand. Your fingers wrap through his, pulling him inside.
He groans but enters anyway, both of you knowing that he would do anything for you. The door closes behind him, which you're thankful for. You sit him down on your bed and instantly crawl onto his lap, not caring if that's what he wants or not. That's what you need. Your head buries into his chest and your arms wrap around his neck.
"Baby," he says again, this time with more authority.
You bring your lips up to his neck to soften him up, listening to the small moans that come out of his mouth as you work.
"Rafe," you say against his skin, "I'm so sorry for what I said yesterday."
He hums, so you give him a few more kisses on his neck before you pull back to look at him. He stares at you with soft eyes, and you know you've already won him over. But you still need to say what you need to say.
"Truly, baby. I was wrong. I was angry. You are all I want in this world and I couldn't handle any of this without you. I was acting extremely ungrateful and I'm really, really sorry," you continue, watching him smile sadly at you.
"Well," he smirks, moving his hands from your back down to your butt, "I've always known you're a brat, so."
"Hey," you pretend to pout, but really, you just want a kiss. He gives you a slow, gentle one, one that makes you want to melt into him.
"You are the love of my life," he says, "You could never say anything to make me walk. And I'm sorry for being such a dick yesterday and for not respecting your school. I'm gonna get better. This shit is just hard for me, having you all the way here. I just miss you when I'm home."
You nod, reaching up and brushing his hair away from his eyes with your fingers. Even when he hasn't showered, is in the same clothes as yesterday, hasn't styled his hair or even slept well, he still is the most handsome to you.
"I understand. I'm sorry for being so hard on you," you say, kissing him on the cheek.
He smiles against your lips, bringing his hands up to your face to move you down to his lips.
"Are we okay?" he asks you in between kisses.
You hum against his lips, and he takes that as a yes, so he flips you over and lays down on top of you, kissing you like his life depends on it. He quickly moves down to your neck, his hands going underneath your shirt.
"Oh, my God, I missed you, baby," he tells you as you feel him leaving a hickey on your neck.
"Always marking me up," you laugh at him, feeling him smirk against you, "I missed you, too."
"It killed me not calling you back," he continues against your neck, "But I wanted to do right by you, you know?"
You gasp when he bites you slightly, then laugh when you feel his big grin on your neck.
"That's why I love you the way I do," you say sweetly.
He sits up and looks down at you, smirking widely, "Can you love me like you do right now and then get back to your studying?"
You bite your lip and nod, pulling him back down on top of you.
A little while later, you and Rafe lay naked in your bed, just breathing in the other. Rafe is drawing hearts into the skin on your stomach, leaving little kisses every so often on any inch of skin he could reach with his mouth.
"You need to get back to studying," he says, but doesn't stop with his kisses.
"Can I have my ring back first?"
He looks up at you with wide eyes, wondering if you really mean it. He didn't want to bring up the ring, just in case you had changed your mind about the engagement.
"You sure?" he asks quietly.
You grab his chin and pull him up to you, stroking his hair as you give him a couple quick kisses.
"I've never been more sure of anything," you tell him.
He nods and kisses you again, then hops off the bed and pulls the ring out of the zipped up pocket of his shorts. He grins at you and then jumps back in bed, of course landing on you when he does.
"This is a twin bed, you ogre. You can't be jumping and shit, there's not enough room for you!" you say as you try to free your left side from underneath him.
He moves and lets you get situated, then holds out the ring. You hold up your left hand for him ti put it on you once again.
"Will you marry me?" he asks, and you would've laughed at him if his voice wasn't so gentle and nervous.
"Of course I will, Rafe Cameron," you tell him, smiling.
He slides your ring back on your finger and you somehow feel more complete, more whole, knowing it's there.
"It's never coming off again," you tell him, meaning it.
He kisses you softly, "No, it's not."
Rafe takes a shower and then hangs out on your bed on his phone later on to keep himself occupied while you study for Chem at your desk. You ask him to quiz you and he does, even though he knows nothing about Chemistry.
It gets late, so you tell him you'll study the rest tomorrow and hope to be prepared the following day for the exam. You put your book and notes on your desk, then slide into bed with Rafe, who you made stay with you tonight. Although it didn't take much convincing.
"I can't believe your dad is just letting you take all this time off," you mumble against his chest.
"Hmm," Rafe hums, so you know you're wrong, "I've kinda been dodging his calls."
"He'll be mad," you tell him, and he nods.
"I don't care, though. I got what I came here for."
You spend all day the next day studying in the library for Chem and writing your paper, while Rafe packs your things for you. He figures it's one less thing for you to worry about, and then you can just come with him after you finish your exam. He had told you he wanted to be the one to bring you, his soon-to-be wife, home.
Rafe waits for you outside your building on exam day. One by one, students file out of the building, and he gets even more anxious every time you aren't one of them. Eventually, he stops pacing and sits down on a bench, praying that you do well.
He sees you emerge from the building with only ten minutes to spare, and jumps up to greet you.
"So?" he asks, his voice hopeful.
"I won't know for a few days," you tell him, "But I'm confident. I felt like I had most of it under control."
He smiles, taking your hand in his and kissing it, "I'm so proud of you, baby."
You smile and thank him, then put your head on his chest in hopes that he'll wrap his arms around you. With the amount of stress you've been under the past few days, all you want is just for him to hold you right now.
"I'm so proud of you," he repeats, swallowing you up in his arms.
You breathe in his scent and relax, knowing that even if you fail every class you ever take for the rest of your life, you will always have a place in the arms of this boy.
After a few minutes, you move to look up at him by resting your chin on his sternum, staring up at him. He smiles down at you, running a hand through your hair as an attempt to calm you down.
"Take me home, Rafe," you tell him quietly, and he nods.
He reaches down and takes your hand, leading you away from the building. You two go back and grab the remaining items you need to bring home, the rest Rafe already packed in the truck, and then go out to the parking lot to head home.
You feel relieved, ready to spend some quality time with Rafe and really make sure to work on things so that nothing ever gets bad between the two of you again.
He puts you into the truck and closes your door, then hops into the driver's side. He reaches over and takes your hand, staring at the ring on your finger and smiling softly.
"Let's just elope and get it over with," he looks up at you, already laughing because he knows you'll never agree.
"Yeah, I'm glad our wedding is something you just wanna get over with," you roll your eyes, but can't help your smile.
"You know what I mean," Rafe groans, "We don't need all the bullshit and the drama. I just need you. And a minister."
You laugh at him and nod, understanding what he means. He looks down at your hand in his, at the diamond on your finger, and so do you. You honestly can't remember why you took it off, you just know you never will again.
"A small wedding it is," you whisper.
He leans over and gives you a kiss. Then another. Then another. He pulls away and starts the truck, then looks back over a you.
"Baby, I'll do whatever you want."
That sentence combined with the cheesy smile he gives you afterward is what convinces you that, no matter what, Rafe will always be yours, and you will always be his.
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my sweet love
Professor!reader x uni student!bucky
Run-through: You run into an ex-student of yours at a cozy pub. You immediately recognize him given he used to be the troublemaker of the batch. You two start a casual conversation, which ends with a certain confession; which then causes the night to take an interesting turn…
Themes: smut, fluff
You lifted your head up to look at who had just tapped you gently on the shoulder. You soon found yourself staring into a pair of blue eyes. Eyes which seemed so familiar.
“Oh my god! Bucky?” your jaw dropped a little, in surprise. Bucky smiled back at you, casually leaning in for a hug like you were an old friend, instead of his ex-professor.
“The one and only.” He beamed as he pulled away.
Bucky was one of those students whom you could never forget; he was always the loud one, the joker, the pretty boy all the girls secretly had a crush on and he pretended not to know. He was smart, but a bit of a pain sometimes - especially since he spent half his time flirting with you.
“Wow,” he eyed you up and down. “You didn’t change one bit. You’re still the gorgeous woman who stole my heart, I see.”
His words earned an eye roll out of you. “This again? Seriously?” you chuckled as you remembered all those times he complimented you without any hesitation. He even got you flowers for Valentine’s Day each year.
He fake gasped, pretending to be hurt. “You hurt me, woman. What do you mean ‘again’? I never stopped loving you.” he spoke, dramatically as he took a seat on the stool beside you at the counter.
You rolled your eyes at him and you couldn’t help but take in his appearance. Lose tie, dark blue button down shirt, slacks; it gave away that he was here after work. “You finally joined your father’s company, I see.” you noted as you remembered how much he used to complain about never wanting to work with his father ever in his life.
He smiled, remembering the same thing, “Yeah. Dad wanted to retire, so I volunteered to take over. You know, like a good son. Like a responsible, mature adult.” He gave you that same smile he used to give you back in uni whenever he said some stupid stuff just to get a reaction out of you.
You rolled your eyes and sighed. “You still haven’t changed.” You smiled back at him.
“You didn’t either.” He gave you a look which you couldn’t quite understand. But you would admit that he didn’t seem like he was the same man-child he used to be back in uni. “Let me buy you a drink.” He spoke again. You began refusing but then he stopped you with puppy eyes. “Oh come on, I met you after almost three years. I insist.”
“Okay. Just one drink.”
-
Three wines later, the two of you were still in deep conversations, laughing uncontrollably at all the funny anecdotes you shared of your time as his professor back in university.
He set his glass down after his final sip and turned to face you. The lights were dimmer than earlier, or maybe that was just the after effect of the wine. But the blue in his eyes stood out even more now. Or maybe that was because he had inched closer to you over the past hour.
“Do you remember that day when I gave you a ride home?” he asked.
You widened your eyes and chuckled, “Yeah and it was raining like hell, right? Some idiot slashed my tires, and I never found out who did it.”
Bucky chuckled quietly before biting his lip. “That idiot was me.” He waited for a reaction out of you, his heart racing. He calmed down only after you cracked a smile, which then turned into a laugh.
You shook your head at him, this was years ago and you weren’t mad anymore. “Why did you do that?” you were genuinely curious.
He sheepishly answered, “I just wanted to spend some time with you, go on a drive and you know…” he finished, embarrassed now that he was saying it out loud.
You pieced it all together. “So that bit where you got lost driving around in circles and blamed it on the rain and fog, that was all pretend?” you asked, he covered his face with both hands and nodded. You laughed again and it was the most adorable thing he had ever heard. “Why? Do you know how much trouble you caused me?” you shook your head, still surprised at his confession, yet something about it was adorable.
He removed his hands from his face and lifted an eyebrow, giving you his famous smirk, “I can make up for it, if you let me.” His tone changed, his voice suddenly sounding deeper.
“Bucky.” You said it like a playful warning. You knew what he meant.
He inched closer and casually twirled a lock of your hair around his finger. “What, I’ll be so good to you.” He looked up into your eyes, letting his eyes linger at your lips first, then giving you that puppy dog look.
“Stop it. Your puppy dog eyes don’t work on me anymore.” You smirked. You didn’t know exactly where this was heading, but for now, you were going with the flow.
He smirked back at you. “Does that imply that it worked in the past?”
“Bucky.” You used the same reprimanding tone as before.
He chuckled. “God, I still fucking love it when you use that tone on me.”
His words made you giggle. You took another look at him and smiled. He was adorable. You stopped yourself before eyeing him any longer. “It’s late, I should go.”
He grabbed your hand gently, holding it in his much larger, warm one. “I fell in love with you in my second year.” He said it, finally.
You chuckled. “Okay, that’s it.” You pulled your hand from his and stepped down from the stool and faced him with a genuine smile. “It was nice seeing you again. Make sure you get home safe, alright?” the professor in you added the last part, caring for anyone younger than you became a personality trait at this point.
You turned around to leave, and he followed you with a loud, dramatic groan. “Don’t walk away, I just proclaimed my love for you and you’re leaving me stranded and alone here? Come on,” he complained after you as you stepped out of the pub. You had a silly smile on your face the whole time, laughing at his silliness.
He caught up with you right outside the entrance of the pub, pulling you aside on the sidewalk. “Listen to me,” he grabbed you gently by the waist, pulling you closer. You would be lying if you said that this proximity did not give you any butterflies at all in your stomach. “I don’t know how to say this, but I feel things for you, I-,”
You cut him off, chuckling. “Bucky, what you feel is called an academic crush. We all went through it at some point, even I did. You need to calm down-,”
He cut you off again, leaning closer, smirking at first but then getting all defensive. “My poor little heart. How dare you just crush it like that, ma’am?” and he made you laugh again, you were beginning to feel just a little buzz from the wine.
You shook your head. “Go home Bucky.” you got out of his embrace and walked away, keeping an eye out for a cab. You found one rather quickly, and once you got inside the other door opened as well and it didn’t come off as a surprise when Bucky settled right beside you.
You rolled your eyes at him. “Now what, you’re gonna follow me home?”
He shrugged, “I found you after three years, I’m not letting you go. I don’t care if you make me sleep on your porch, I will-,”
You shut him up abruptly by placing a finger right on his lips. “Shh.” you giggled, the wine definitely giving you more than just a little buzz. “You are such a baby.” Bucky watched you in awe. He didn’t know where this was going either, but he liked it so far.
He didn’t lie when he said he fell for you in his second year. He remembers the day like it was yesterday. He was stressed out, late at night in the library on the eve of an exam. And he remembers how you walked in and found him struggling so you helped him out. He remembers how patient you were that night, and that was also the first time he behaved and actually paid attention to what you were saying. And he aced the exam. He realized that night that no one was ever going to be this kind and gentle, and attentive towards him. No one but you. And just like that, his heart fell for you.
While in the cab, he tried to hold your hand but you giggled and pushed him away each time. “Why do you hate me?” he asked, faking a frown.
“I don’t hate you.”
“Why don’t you love me back then? I’m good-looking, I’m funny, I’ve got a nice job and everything-,”
You cut him off, “Because I used to be your professor a couple of years back Bucky.” You laughed quietly at how he groaned loudly when you said that, throwing his head back against the seat and everything.
“This again, oh my God!” he groaned. “You used to be my professor. Past tense. Not anymore, and I really, really l-,”
You cut him off by telling the driver that you had reached your destination. Bucky sighed but still followed you out of the cab and into your home. “Woah,” he looked around. It was a lovely home which you were grateful enough to be able to afford so you just smiled back at him.
“Now what?” you asked, unintentionally smirking.
“What’s the hurry, ma’am?” he approached you and you rolled your eyes.
“Bucky…” you warned him again, playfully.
“Okay, I deserve at least one chance to prove myself.” he raised his eyebrows at you, trying to look like he was making sense.
You sighed. “You don’t have to prove anything. You’re a brilliant young man, and you-” he cut you off by leaning in and capturing your lips in a kiss.
Your mouth moved against his wonderfully, you felt him smile through the kiss as he pulled you closer. He placed his hands on either side of you, his torso pressing into you, you smiled through the kiss again. Your hands found their way into his hair and you lazily ran your fingers through his soft hair.
“I’ve been wanting to kiss you since the day I first saw you, you know that?” he whispered softly along your skin as he kissed, and bit down your neck and the side of your throat. You giggled in his arms, pushing him away playfully. But he came right back and held you even tighter. “Don’t push me away, not now.” he whispered in your ear and you found yourself shivering at the tone he used.
You felt something shift in the air; it was a pleasant shift. You could no longer ignore the sparks which flew in between the two of you. You pulled away just a little to look into his eyes and that was it - you stopped thinking and analyzing; you just did what felt right.
You found yourself leaning in again, and his lips met you halfway. You smiled into the kiss and tugged on his hair, gently but firmly as his tongue slipped into your mouth once again, slowly stroking the top of your mouth. Your lips moved perfectly together, Bucky nibbled on your lip and kissed your open mouth hungrily. His hand slipped under your top and he caressed your skin with his slightly cold hands; tracing imaginary shapes right under your boobs – most definitely leaving behind goose bumps where his fingers touched you so gently.
You let out a little moan, and you felt him smirk right after. He pulled away to look at you, a lovesick look on his face and lust in his eyes. Your lips parted as you gasped for air; breathless after his kiss.
“Bedroom?” you asked, and he chuckled, leaning in to kiss the side of your mouth. His soft lips pressed against your skin and your eyes fluttered shut.
“Nope,” he kissed along your jaw till he reached your ear where he whispered, “Your study.”
You let out a giggle. “What?”
He pulled away to look at you. “I’ve been fantasizing about fucking you on your desk.” His bluntness made you giggle. “Please let me.” he whispered in your ear again, making you shiver in anticipation and need.
Fuck…
Needless to say, once you gave him your approval; he rushed you upstairs. The two of you unable to keep your hands off each the whole time; stopping every two to three steps to pin the other to the wall and kissing each other like your life depended on it.
Once you made it to the study room, Bucky’s hands and lips were on you again, not letting go for even a second this time. He kissed you with ardor, a moan escaping your lips and you whimpered with need as his hand reached your lower back and stopped right on your ass, giving it a little squeeze. He smirked at your reaction and did it again while walking the two of you backwards until he sat you down on the edge of your desk.
He pulled away to look at you, “You okay?” he asked as he unbuttoned his shirt. Oh you were more than okay. You nodded at him, biting your lip and reached out and helped him unbutton his shirt faster. Bucky chuckled at your lack of patience and leaned in to kiss you again. Your hands found their way over to his toned chest, you traced his muscles with your finger tips and he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer. “I want you. Now.”
He leaned in for another kiss, this time slowly lifting your top up until he finally took it off and tossed it aside carelessly, leaving you in just your skirt. He inched closer, your bare skin touching and making you want to moan again. His lips slowly moved along your jaw and down to the side of your throat, leaving dark red marks behind on your skin.
You whined as he reached out and slipped his hand under your skirt, he ran his knuckles along your wet folds through your underwear, making you shudder at his mere touch. He smirked against your lips, “You’re dripping.” He commented, slowly sliding your underwear down. You moaned as you felt his fingertips gently trail down your legs, he eventually got down on his knees, spreading your thighs further apart.
He placed a kiss on your inner thigh and you gasped. He reached out with his two fingers and gently circled your clit, gathering your wetness from your folds and smearing it around. “Did I do that?” he asked, smirking. You threw your head back and moaned as he lazily toyed with your folds, knowing exactly where to touch you to get you going. “Answer me,” he whispered against your skin as he kissed up and down your thigh.
You looked down, bit your lip and let out a pathetic yes. He smirked and placed his hands on your thighs and spread your legs further apart and attached his lips to your core without a second thought; the lower half of his face completely submerged into your dripping core. You moaned out loud as you felt his warm mouth on top of your dripping core. His tongue slipped past your folds and teased your entrance; occasionally flicking your clit mercilessly.
Your hands immediately gripped his hair and tugged gently at his roots. Wet sounds erupted from where his mouth latched on to your core, and the sight was just as sinful. His tongue slowly circled your throbbing clit, parting your wet folds with ease. You were sure your arousal must have leaked onto the table by now. “So sweet…” he whispered and got back to assault your sensitive spot with his warm and wet tongue, relishing your taste.
Your taste drove him wild, so did your soft whimpers. He moaned as he ate you out. You whimpered under his touch, feeling his stubble rubbing against your soft skin; it burned a little, but you enjoyed each and every second of it and craved for more. His deep blue eyes watched you in awe and how you lost control under his touch; legs shaking as he teased your entrance with the tip of his tongue.
Your arousal drenched the lower half of his face as he ate you out relentlessly until you were nothing but a moaning, hot mess, squirming above him. He had been dreaming about this very moment since the day he first saw you. Part of him thought that he would never end up with you one day, but now that he had you, finally all to himself, he wasn’t planning on letting you go just yet.
“Fuck…” you moaned out loud; your eyes closing and your head tilting back as you felt a wave of intense pleasure wash over you. Your hand flew to his hair and you tugged on it gently as he flicked his tongue over your clit over and over again.
His intense blue eyes watched you in awe and how you lost control under his touch; legs shaking as he teased your entrance with the tip of his tongue. His hands wrapped around your thighs, securing you in his grip as he pushed his face further into you, making you cry out loud.
You came violently all over Bucky’s tongue, body shuddering and shaking while you moaned his name out loud. It gave him an unfamiliar, but pleasant rush when he heard your strained voice moan out his name. Oh he had dreamt of this so many times, but none of his dreams felt this good. He kissed your inner thighs and licked you clean before standing back up.
He smiled at you before gently pushing you back down on the table. Bucky leaned down and his mouth latched on to one of your nipples. He sucked on it gently as his teeth teased the bud and your back arched off the table in pleasure; whining. Your hands found their way into his hair and you tugged on his hair softly, making him groan. He kissed his way up to your neck once again as he aligned his cock to your core. You could feel his tip, leaking with precum, slightly pressing against your clit.
Slowly, he slipped inside of you, groaning at how tight you were. You felt his length stretching you out entirely. He panted as he started rocking in and out of you slowly. You moaned out loud, feeling all of him; stretching you, filling you up, moving rapidly in and out of you to the point where the only thing you could focus on was his body.
He hovered above you for a moment, looking down at you softly; watching you moan and squirm as you struggled to take his cock. “Does that feel good?” he stared deep into your eyes, his own filled with lust. “Yeah, you like my big cock inside your tight little cunt, don’t you?” he whispered against your lips, leaning in to just press his lips against yours.
He moaned out loud as he pulled out completely and pushed back into you, you gasped at how he filled you up and stretched you out. He kissed along your jaw. “I’ve been dreaming about this for so long, you have no idea.” He murmured into your ear. “Now I’m not gonna let you go until you cry from coming too hard around my cock, you hear me?”
You weren’t sure if you responded to that but regardless, he fucked you like an animal. “Fuck… you feel so good…” he whispered, pounding into you relentlessly, as he bent down to kiss your open mouth, swallowing all your moans and mewls in the process. You whined upon hearing the wet, slapping sounds your bodies made when they came in contact with one another. Mixed with his scent and the growls leaving his mouth, it was all too sinful.
“Look at me.” He stared down at you, his ocean blue eyes seemed even prettier in the dimmed room. You could only nod, unable to form coherent sentences while he pounded into you like he owned you. He leaned in again, kissing you softly. “Tell me who’s fucking you this good, huh?” he whispered against your lips.
You tried answering but it ended with a loud moan as his cock reached all the right places. He smirked and sped up into you again, relishing the feeling of you wrapped around him like you were made for it. Hearing you moan and squirm under him only encouraged him to thrust deeper into you, he wanted to feel all of you and he wanted you to feel all of him.
He was relentless.
He growled right in your ear as his body moved perfectly against yours. You whined; feeling a thin layer of sweat covering both your bodies as your walls milked him perfectly. A tear escaping your eye, out of pleasure. He was quick to wipe it away. He bent down and kissed your lips, pounding into you rapidly like his life depended on it.
Bucky felt you clench and tighten around him, “Come on, beautiful. Cum for me.” He whispered, his voice strained and raspy. Your mind was foggy by now, and it took your brain a few seconds to register and process his words. Not even a few moments later, you felt him twitch inside of you; his cock throbbing against your walls. He came with a growl, gripping your hips. You whined as you came around him as well. Swear words flowing out of your mouth like a chant as you felt his cum dripping out of you as he slowly slipped out of you. His body went limp and he fell in your arms. You felt his smirk against your neck as he kissed his way up to your lips again.
“So did I do good, ma’am?”
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Ohhhhh kuroos doing a good job of tutoring bokuto in school lately (bc bby owl is a dumb dumb). Bokuto decides to thank kuroo and gives him a present - the girl kuroo has been after for a while, unconscious and lying in his bed 🙊🙉🙈
You... you just get me, anon 😌
Kuroo Tetsuro x Female Reader
TW kidnapping, drugging, implied dub/non-con ~ Part II • Part III
Gift Wrapped
“Fifty six!”
Bokuto’s hand slams down a stack of papers onto the desk and sure enough, written in big loopy red handwriting, circled and underlined at the top of the first page of the exam paper is his score - fifty six out of a hundred. Barely a pass.
“I freakin’ killed it!”
Kuroo can barely suppress his sardonic grin as he looks up at his friend, “Well look at you! Amazing what a little bit of study can do, huh? You’re a shining beacon of hope for idiots everywhere.”
Normally that would get a little rise out of the Ace, but Bokuto’s beaming grin doesn’t waver, and he’s kind of rocking back and forth on his heels like a little kid about to be set loose in a candy store. “You know I can’t study for shit. You really saved my ass on this one, Kuroo!”
Kuroo knows his friend too well to buy into the flattery, much less the innocent look that’s plastered across his face. A single eyebrow cocks, “You’re acting… weird. Why?” he asks suspiciously.
Bo’s grin widens and Kuroo’s stomach sinks. Whatever this is, he knows it can’t be good. Suddenly he wishes that Akaashi were here. Between the two of them, he’s always been better at managing Bokuto’s less than well thought out impulses. Unfortunately for him, the ex-setter was out of town for the weekend, meaning that whatever hell Bokuto was no doubt about to unleash would be solely his problem.
“Don’t be a dick! I am trying to be nice here, I even got you a present to say thanks for tutoring me!” Bokuto grumbles.
Now that makes him pause. “A… present?” Somehow it doesn’t ease the weird feeling in his gut. It’s not that he thinks Bokuto’s incapable of giving a gift out of the kindness of his heart, or that it would necessarily be a bad one, but the shit eating smile on his face that has yet to shift isn’t filling him with boundless confidence. It’s also apparent that aside from his test paper, his friend is empty handed. “Why do I get the feeling that I’m not gonna like this gift very much?”
Something in Bokuto’s eyes glints. “Oh trust me, dude. You’re gonna love it!”
He doubts it, but keeps his mouth shut as Bokuto grabs his arm and pulls him (or tries to, at least) to his feet.
Kuroo’s frown only deepens when he’s led down the hallway, passing his own bedroom and stopping in front of Bokuto’s. “Why are we-”
“Just shut up and close your eyes.”
Kuroo takes a deep breath, “Bo-”
“Dude, just- just trust me okay! Shut your eyes and don’t open ‘em until I say so,” he orders.
Kuroo eyes his friend warily, but after a moment he complies, praying to god that he’s not gonna regret this. He’s not exactly the cleanest guy himself, but he’s avoided going into Bo’s room at all costs - it’s kind of a health hazard.
But he trusts Bokuto.
Mostly.
He hears the handle turn and the squeak of the hinges as the door swings open, and he tries not to snort as Bokuto grabs him by the arm and leads him inside.
“… Alriiiight, open!”
Kuroo does as he’s told. He blinks in surprise, Bokuto’s room is exactly as he remembers it. Clothes, in varying states of cleanliness, littered across the floor. Dirty plates and empty cups spread out across almost every available surface, A few textbooks with various paragraphs highlighted lying open on his desk next to his laptop (browser window open at the pornhub homepage), but Kuroo can’t focus on any of that, because he’s staring at Bokuto’s bed.
Rather, the figure lying on top of Bokuto’s bed.
His breath catches in his throat, heart pounding almost painfully in his chest. It’s like the world’s stood still. He risks a glance out of the corner of his eye at Bokuto, but his friend’s just grinning wildly at him, as if he knows that-
As if he knows that this is the only thing Kuroo Tetsuro has ever wanted.
He can’t bring himself to speak, to ask how Bokuto of all people knows his dirty little secret when he’s tried so hard to keep it to himself… but, in that moment he doesn’t even care.
Because you’re lying there in front of him, in a pretty sundress, hair flowing free and spilling across the pillows, your chest rising and falling gently in your sleep. God, you just look so beautiful and so very, very defenceless.
He starts walking towards the bed before his brain even catches up with him. There are a thousand questions running through his mind as he carefully settles himself down on the mattress beside you - least of which is how the hell Bokuto even managed to get you here, but before he can ask you let out a soft sigh that sounds almost like a moan and his thoughts disappear entirely. He reaches for you, his hand trembling, and ever so gently, as if he’s afraid you’ll fade away before him, and tucks a lock of your hair behind your ear.
He shudders out a gasp. You’re real.
You’re really here.
With him.
How many months had he been watching you in the classes you share together, following you around campus like a lost puppy dog? How many times had he thought about bringing you home, making a move to finally claim you as his?
This… this is his gift? He raises his eyes to look at Bokuto once more, only to find him practically vibrating with excitement. “Did I do good? Did I do good, huh?? Tell me I did good!” he says with a booming laugh, clapping Kuroo on the back.
And Kuroo can’t help but chuckle. Really, he should be more than a little alarmed that one of his best friends is more than comfortable essentially kidnapping a girl just to make him happy, but he’s no saint either. So he grins and nods his head. “Yeah, you did good, man.”
“Ahh, it was nothing!” he replies with a dismissive wave.
He almost rolls his eyes at that, but a sudden thought makes him pause. “Why is she here though, in your bedroom?”
Bokuto snorts, “Well I could hardly sneak her into your room this morning, now could I?”
Eh, he can’t argue with that.
His attention moves back to you, deep in whatever drugged slumber Bokuto managed to induce. It’s not the first time he’s seen you sleeping of course, but it’s the first time he’s ever been close enough to touch you.
“Bo?”
“Yeah, buddy?”
“Find somewhere else to crash tonight.”
Rather than being offended, he just laughs again, “What? Don’t think you’ll be able to keep it to your room?”
Kuroo’s lips curl into a smirk as he brushes the back of his knuckles against your cheek, but he doesn’t reply. Doesn’t really need to - they’ve always been on the same kind of wavelength with stuff like this.
Bokuto just shrugs and shoots a wink, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
And then he’s gone, and it’s just the two of you. Slowly, gently, he eases you up off the bed and into his arms. Your head lolls back against his shoulder and he fights off a groan. Your skin is so soft and you feel so good in his arms. He can smell the subtle perfume of your hair and he falls in love with you all over again. He wonders, not for the first time, if you’ll taste just as sweet.
You’re perfect, but he’s known that for a long, long time.
He can’t help but smile as he carries you into his room and lays you down onto his bed. So many possibilities, he can’t help but be a little excited.
God knows he’s wrapped his hand around his cock and jerked off to countless fantasies about what he’d do when he finally had you, but in those fantasies you were always awake, if not an active, eager participant.
He wants you aware the first time he fucks you, the first time he makes you cum for him. He wants to hear all your pretty sounds, feel your body tighten and writhe beneath his touch. He wants to stare at your face as you come undone for him.
It’s fine though, he thinks as he lies down on the bed beside you, pulling you into his arms. He doesn’t mind waiting, not when the two of you have the rest of your lives together to play each and every one of them out.
But surely a stolen kiss won’t hurt in the meantime, right?
~ Part 2
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Hello!! I really love your writing so to see you have submissions open made my heart go boom. I was wondering if you could do RFA+ minor trio (only if your cool with that many!!) Getting a flower crown from MC that has a cute meaning with the flowers? Or just the flower crown! Thank you very much!!
First of, thank you so much!
And the request is so so cute? Like??? I had to go with the meanings. It took me a bit to figure out what to pick for them, but I think it's all quite fitting 😊
I really hope you like this 💕
RFA+Minor Trio getting a flower crown from MC
Yoosung
Yoosung is struggling a bit with keeping concentrated and continuing to study properly for the next exams
so you suggested a little change of scenery. You'd lend him your laptop for a picnic in the park
being outside had often helped you study before, so you're hoping it's also working for him. At least it's worth a shot
"But aren't you gonna get bored?", he frowns and nearly looks like a kicked puppy
but you're quick to reassure him
"Don't worry. I brought flowers! I've wanted to make a flower crown for forever, so this is actually the perfect opportunity
Yoosung nods, but you still decide to lean in and plant a kiss on his lips, which leaves him blushing like mad
that's how you both start working in comfortable silence, occasionally brushing your legs or hands together
after a while, your boyfriend is still focused on what he's writing, you finished the crown and gently placed it on top of his head
he blinks a couple times in confusion, before he looks at his reflection in the screen
"It's so pretty! You sure you want me to have it? I bet it would look really cute on you."
"I'm very sure. I picked the flowers specifically for you after all", you hum and rest your chin on his shoulder, after scooting closer.
"W-wait, you did? So... what do they mean?"
"Well, you usually give white camellia to someone you think is adorable and lovable. And I think that fits you perfectly", you explain with a smile and peck his jaw
normally he would've whined about whether you didn't find him manly enough, but the fact that you put that much thought into it, just turned him into a blushing mess and he pulls you into his lap, to be able to bury his face in your hair
you chuckle and wrap your arms around his neck
"Do you like it?"
he nods and finally pulls far enough away to be able to kiss you lovingly, mumbling a "thank you" against your lips
Zen
Zen has yet to return from a meeting, where it would be revealed who got which role for a new musical
you have absolutely no doubt that he will score the lead role, because you just know he aced the casting. He always gives his all, after all
but you thought that getting him a simple bouquet of flowers to congratulate him was getting a little bit old
and that's exactly why you worked on a flower crown for him instead, because it was something a bit more personal, since you've made it yourself
when he texts you that he's gonna be home soon with his winking emote, you know that it means good news
so you practically wait by the door like an excited puppy and as soon as the door opens, you're jumping into his arms, put the flower crown on top of his head and then shower his face with kisses
he stumbles a bit, but is quick to rest his hands on your thighs to keep you up and begins to chuckle
"Now that's a nice way to get welcomed..."
"Congratulations, baby!"
he beams at you and chases your lips for a proper kiss
"Thank you~ But where's the crown for my love?"
"It's about you today, so only you get one. Besides, the flower was picked because of its meaning."
"Oh? And what does it mean?", he asks, while he carries you to the couch and sits down on it with you in his lap
"Stock flowers stand for a happy life."
he smiles widely, but before he can say anything, you add on
"And it also stands for lasting beauty. Better safe than sorry, right?"
he rolls his eyes fondly at you and you just can't help but laugh brightly at his reaction
"But jagiii", he nearly whines. "We both know that nothing could ever take this beauty from me!"
still he pulls you close and nuzzles your cheek
"Also, as long as you're by my side, I'll always be happy. Now... How about we celebrate my new role?"
the way he winks at you causes your cheeks to turn a bright pink and before you know it, you're already getting carried into the bedroom
Jaehee
it's already been six months, since you and Jaehee had opened the cafe together
and in order to celebrate, you wanted to get her a nice, little present
though whenever you asked her what she would like, she told you that she didn't need any presents and that having you at her side was more than enough as a gift
that didn't stop you from wanting to pull through with your idea, though
because your girlfriend deserves everything nice in this world
one day you get the idea to make a flower crown. It's cute and personal, especially when you put thought into what kind of flowers to get for it
fast forward to another morning in the cafe, where you two prepare everything, before opening
while Jaehee adjusts the cake layout a bit, you use the moment and sneak up on her, to place the flower crown on her head
she makes a surprised noise and is quick to look at her reflection in the glass
"What's this about?"
"A little present for the six month anniversary of the cafe!", you explain cheerfully and reach out to take her hand
she looks flustered as she gives your hand a squeeze
"But that's not all. I picked the pink roses specifically because of their meaning. Because I admire how hard you always work for your dream. And I am grateful that you're letting me have a part in said dream and that I'm allowed to be at your side."
*Jaehee cups your cheek in her hand and leans in to gently brush her nose against yours, her eyes warm and full of adoration
"And I'm grateful that you are staying with me through all of this. I love you..."
"I love you too, Baehee," you giggle
even though she rolls her eyes at you for that, she still pecks your lips, before you both continue the preparations
she actually refuses to take the flower crown off all day
Jumin
Jumin took a weekend off and insisted that you would spend it at the cherry farm
mainly because he finally wants to take you there, share a place with you that always felt somewhat soothing to him
also, it's a good excuse to keep you all for himself, for that weekend
he even made it very clear that he wouldn't tolerate any interruptions, especially when they're work related
sadly some things still needed to be taken care of by him. So when he gets an urgent call, because something was seemingly going terribly wrong, he reluctantly excuses himself with a kiss to your forehead, before he retreats to take care of business
of course it's kind of a bummer, but you know that if it wouldn't really be urgent, your husband would've told poor Jaehee to take care of it for him
still you refuse to let that dampen your mood and go to explore a bit on your own
your eyes light up when you find out that there are all sorts of flowers and without having to think too much about it, the decision of making a flower crown is made and you almost immediately get to work
after all, there's probably quite some time to finish it, before Jumin is done with the emergency phone conference
it's nearing the evening when you hear the familiar rustling of papers, which usually means that he's done with his work
so you're quick to grab the flower crown and hide it behind your back, while you wait close to the door of the makeshift office
Jumin's entire face seems to light up, when he gets greeted by your wide smile and you use him leaning in to kiss your cheek to plop the flowers on his head
he makes a surprised noise and moves to the mirror in the spacious bedroom
"Did you make this? It's really beautiful."
"I did~ Want to know the meaning behind the flowers?"
he nods, as you wrap your arms around his waist from behind
"Well... Dahlias pretty much mean "forever thine". Which I am. They stand for commitment and an everlasting bond. The peonies stand for happy marriage. Thought it can't hurt to throw a few of them in", you explain and chuckle
Jumin turns around in your arms and cups your cheeks in his hands, his eyes holding nothing but love and adoration for you, before he already leans in to kiss you deeply
"I will also be forever thine, my love. And I know marriage with you can be nothing but happy."
your cheeks flush a bright red and you are quick to bury your face on his shoulder, while he wraps his arms securely around you
"Next time, you'll have to teach me how to make those. So I can also make you one and we can match."
Seven
since this guy can get pretty lost in his work, thankfully it's now mainly building toys, you use that time to try and bond a bit more with his twin
that worked pretty well through flowers, which led to you learning how to make flower crowns
and because Saeran knows pretty much everything about flower language, it's the perfect opportunity to involve a little message for your boyfriend
you're beaming when you two are back at the bunker and you're pretty much skipping up to Saeyoung's work space
"Oh ho ho, is that my lovely 606, I hear?", he exclaims without looking up
instead of answering, you opt for dropping the flower crown on his head and then place yourself into his lap with a wide smile
he is quick to grab his phone and uses the front camera to be able to see what's on his head
"Aaw, babe! That's so cute! And let me guess... Judging by you spending so much time with Saeran today, it probably has a meaning?"
you nod and brush his bangs out of his eyes
"You gonna tell me?"
"Fine, but only because you asked so nicely", you tease and that earns you a playful pinch to the side
"Okay, so... Let's start with the meaning for baby's breath-"
you get interrupted by his chuckling and raise a brow at him, your arms now crossed in front of your chest, as you try your best not to smile at his obvious amusement over the flower's name
"Sorry... continue."
"As I was about to say, baby's breath means everlasting and unconditional love."
his expression softens immediately and he pulls you a little closer to his chest
"And the primrose stands for "I can't live without you". I thought it's pretty fitting, because I can, in fact, not live without you anymore. Not that I would want that in the first pl-"
this time the cause of the interruption is a kiss. A little messy, but full of love and Saeyoung buries a hand in your hair to keep you nice and close
"You can't just drop something as romantic as that on me!"
"Sooo, I take it that you like it?", you hum and lean in for another kiss
"I do... And I can't live without you either. Meaning you're stuck with me!"
and just like that, the former semi romantic atmosphere changes and you're trying to escape the fingers that tickle your sides mercilessly
V/Jihyun
after finally moving into your new house together, organising your belongings and making it the cozy home you both dreamed for it to be, it was finally the first day with no big plans
you both spend the day in the garden, since it's warm and sunny outside
while Jihyun sits on the patio and sketches away, you are sitting in the grass with a basket of flowers next to you
it's one of the moments where you're glad about your boyfriend getting so lost in his art, because that means you can actually surprise him
occasionally you look up from your work on the flower crown and smile at how concentrated he is. You always found the way his brows would furrow in concentration, and how he sometimes pursed his lips, absolutely endearing
when you are finally done, you get up from your spot and saunter over to where he's sitting
casually, you drop the flowers on his head, before you take a seat next to him and you can't help but snicker at how owlishly he blinks at you
he carefully reaches up to touch the flower crown and you're quick to pull out your phone, so he can look at it using the front camera
his expression immediately shifts into a fond one and he takes your hand to press a kiss to the back of it
"You always say you're not artistically talented and here you are, making me this beautiful flower crown", he hums
you wave him off, the slightest blush covering your cheeks
"Shush... I just wanted to make something nice for you. Now, ready to hear why I picked yarrow as the main flowers?"
he hums in confirmation and you reach out with your free hand to play with the hair in the nape of his neck
"It has several meanings. First one is love. And I do love you. A lot."
"I love you, too...", he nearly whispers and steals a sweet kiss
"The second meaning is healing."
that one goes without saying. He healed a lot and he usually says you played a big part it in, so it feels pretty fitting
"And the third one is inspiration. An artist can never have enough of that, right?"
you both chuckle and Jihyun rests his forehead on your shoulder
"I doubt I'll ever run out of inspiration when you're with me, my love."
"Mhm... You saying I'm your muse?"
"I thought that much was obvious."
he kisses his way up your neck and to your lips, causing you to smile into the kiss
"Thank you. We'll have to find a way to dry it safely, so we can hang it up, somewhere. Maybe in my studio~"
Saeran
the thing is, you learn a lot about flowers and their meanings with Saeran
mainly because it's absolutely adorable how excited he gets, when you ask him about a flower and he tells you everything he knows about it
and especially the ones with a meaning that are fitting for either him or your relationship are easy to remember
the thing that's not so easy though is getting those flowers and turning them into a flower crown, without him noticing it
it's supposed to be a surprise, after all
so in order to keep him occupied for a while, you've gotten him some seedlings of plants you know he wanted to add to the garten, at some point
while he's busy taking care of those in the green house, you could use that time to make the flower crown from him
when you are done, he's thankfully still working in the greenhouse. Meaning you are actually able to surprise him
even if you're a little nervous about his reaction, you're even more excited
you've made it a habit to hum quietly when you enter the greenhouse, as to not startle him, the flowers hidden behind your back
with a bright smile, your boyfriend stopped his work and turned to face you
"Is someone missing me? I certainly missed you."
you're sure that it's only a matter of time until your heart eventually jumps right out of your chest, with how cute he always is
"I always miss you, I thought you knew that. But also... I've got something for you."
holding out the flower crown, you smile widely at him
"Tadaaa! What do you think?"
Saeran's eyes grow big and round as he just stares at it for a moment
of course he knows the meaning of both flowers and he swallows thickly as he carefully brushes his fingers over them
"Lily of the valley and Forget-me-nots...", he murmurs, mint eyes now focused on you again
you step closer and reach up to plop the flower crown on his head, before you rest your hands in his chest
"Lily of the valley, because the meaning of "You've made my life complete", was just too fitting. So is the happiness it symbolizes and I get to experience every day with you."
you notice a single tear rolling down his cheek and are quick to wipe it away with the pad of your thumb
"And Forget-me-not because you are indeed my true love", you continue in a whisper
Saeran is absolutely speechless for a moment and all he can do is pull you into a tight hug, nearly clinging to you
"I love you so much, my angel... This...", he swallows thickly. "Thank you."
"I should be the one thanking you for being in my life", you murmur and rub his back soothingly
for a while you just stay like that, holding on to each other, before he pulls back and presses a kiss to your forehead
"I hope you know that this means you'll get a flower every day for all the things you make me feel."
you chuckle and squish his cheeks lightly in your hands
"Why do I get the feeling our house will be filled with flowers?"
"Maybe we should think about getting a bigger one, then", he teases and then leans in for a proper kiss
Vanderwood
you spend quite some time at the bunker to keep an eye on the twins, make sure they're eating properly, etc
god knows they both don't exactly have the best eating habits
and while you absolutely enjoy spending time with those two, it's also a nice bonus that Vanderwood still occasionally shows up
to say that you have a crush on him is an understatement, at that point
he seems quite fond of you as well
at least he's not trying to tase you, which you take as a very good sign, and more often than not, you even spend some time together, when the twins aren't up to their usual shenanigans (meaning Saeyoung doing something that pisses off Saeran, and the latter chasing him through the bunker for it)
it's another day where you're lucky enough that Vanderwood is also there
and you're kind of on a mission
with the help of Saeran, you were able to pick the perfect flowers and are now sitting in the living room, working on your flower crown
the man seems to have perfect timing
because just as you've finished, Vandy walks into the room and frowns a bit at the creation in your hands
"Perfect timing!", you exclaim happily and nearly jump up
his frown only deepens and as soon as the flower crown gets placed on his head, he has absolutely no idea what's going on
"What's this for?", he asks and just eyes you for a moment
"It's a present. And... maybe you want to look up the meanings for gardenias and geraniums", you say in a sing-song voice
telling him with flowers is probably easier than telling him face to face
so before he can demand of you to just tell him what they mean, you are already off, calling out an excuse of having to prepare dinner
he lets out a long sigh, but still pulls out his phone, the first flower he looks up being the gardenia
and for a couple seconds all he does is stare at the screen, telling him that they stand for secret admiration
huh?
then he moves on to look up geranium
"You're my preference...", he mutters under his breath and shortly it feels like his brain stops working
after all, he's not exactly used to... well, feelings like that. Especially aimed at him
about 20 minutes later, he joins you in the kitchen, rubbing his neck as he leans against the counter next to you
the first thing you notice is that he's actually wearing the flower crown and your jaw nearly drops open
also you make a mental note to better check on Saeyoung later and make sure he wasn't passed out somewhere, because he got tased for making fun of his former colleague for wearing a flower crown
"So... Wanna maybe go out for some drinks, tomorrow?"
you blink. And then blink again, needing a moment to let his words sink in
but when they do, your entire face lights up and you're quick to nod, causing Vanderwood to break out into the faintest smile
"I'd love to."
"Good. I'll pick you up at 9, then."
seems like your plan actually did work out, since you obviously scored a date with Vandy
"Say... you didn't tase Saeyoung by any chance, did you?"
"... I gave him a fair warning. He brought it on himself."
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Study Date (Nishinoya X Reader)
It was lunch break, and you were spending time with Nishinoya in their classroom. You were both eating, and he was telling you stories about their practices. He was also mentioned that they were attending a training camp in Tokyo.
"Ah!" He suddenly screamed, which surprised you. You've been dating Nishinoya for more than half a year, but it still surprises you when he suddenly screams like how he just did.
"Why are you screaming?" You asked and took a sip of your drink.
"(Your name), you need to help me," He said and gave you puppy eyes. This is one of your weaknesses, and Nishinoya knew how to use it to his advantage.
"Help you with what?" You asked even though you knew that he's asking you for help with studying.
"Exams are coming, and I need to pass," He said and leaned on his chair. It looked like his soul was leaving his body.
"This is because you only focus on volleyball," You said. Upon hearing volleyball, he suddenly sat straight.
"There are other things I like to focus on too," He said with a pout.
You raised your eyebrow and crossed your arms, "Like what?" You challenged.
He smiled and leaned closer towards you, "My girlfriend, of course," He answered, which surprised me.
You could feel your face heat up at how close he is. You pushed him away, and he fell backward, but he was still happy that he saw you blush.
"(Your name) just blushed at me," He said and covered his face as he rolled on the floor. Everyone was staring at him, so you pulled him up.
"Stop that," You said. He grinned at you, so you looked away.
"But seeing you blush because of me just hits the heart, you know?" He said. You pouted and looked at the floor.
"Shut up," You said, but he just laughed.
"Do you want me to help you study or not?" You asked, and he immediately shut up. He even made the motion of zipping his mouth.
"Let's study at home on Saturday," You said, and he nodded fast. He didn't open his mouth, but the way his eyes sparkled showed you how excited he is.
"I need to get going," You said, and his smile faded.
"I wanted to spend more time with you," He said and pouted.
"You can spend time with me on Saturday," You said, and he smiled.
"You're right," He said. "I can't wait for Saturday,"
"Alright, I'll get going," You said, but he didn't stop following you. "What are you doing?" You asked.
"I'll walk you to your room," He said, and you sighed. You know that nothing's going to happen if you tell him to stay, so you just let him walk you to your room.
He just kept talking about random things as he walked you to your room, and when you were there, he waited for you to go inside before running back to his classroom.
Saturday finally came, and Nishinoya was excited to see you, so he arrived at your house earlier than expected.
"Were you that excited to see me?" You asked when he entered the house.
"Yeah, I mean, the only time we get to spend time together is during lunchtime. Now that you invited me to come, of course, I'd be excited," He said, and you couldn't help but pinch his cheek at how adorable he is.
"Just prepare your things on the table, and I'll prepare some snacks," You said and went to the kitchen. Nishinoya did as he was told and went to you.
"I can't believe you're preparing snacks for me. This must be heaven," He said as he helps you prepare the snacks.
"Shut up," You said and averted his gaze. Nishinoya loves seeing you get flustered.
After you were done preparing the snacks and teasing each other, you went to the table to teach him.
"Ah, I feel like my brain's gonna burst," He said and pouted. He stared at his notes and frowned.
You just ignored him and proceeded to check his papers. You stared at him before returning your gaze on the paper and thought of how to motivate him.
"How is it?" He asked, and you didn't answer.
"Ah, it must be bad. Ish, why do I have to do this?" He asked and pouted again.
You sighed and returned his paper before saying, "I'll give you a kiss on the cheek if you do well,"
Nishinoya sat straight upon hearing what you said. "Are you serious?" He asked, and you nodded.
"Can I get one now?" He asked, and you shook your head.
"Nope, only if you do well," You said, and he started stretching.
"What are you doing?" You asked.
"I'm preparing to ace the exams," He answered and returned to answering the paper you gave him.
"Wait," He said and looked up at you after hearing you giggle.
"What?" You asked because he was staring at you intently.
"You never told me what to do well," He said, and you just let out a soft 'ah.'
"What does 'ah' supposed to mean?" He asked.
"I was going to say that you should do well on the papers I gave you, but you said you'll ace the exam, so let's just go with that," You said with a teasing grin. Nishinoya groaned and complained endlessly.
"Fine, fine, fine," You said and covered his mouth. "Gosh, you're so talkative,"
Nishinoya lowered your hands and grinned at you, "If I ace these, then I get a peck on the cheek. What if I ace the exam?" He asked.
You groaned when you realized what you got yourself into. "Let's go on a date,"
Nishinoya's jaw dropped after hearing what you said. "For real?" He asked.
You nodded and said, "Yeah,"
He grinned and returned to studying. He was so focused that it was scaring you.
"Here," He said and gave you the papers. "Now, correct them properly. I don't want you to marking one wrong just because you don't want to give me a peck,"
You rolled your eyes and started checking his papers. Nishinoya was so on edge that he didn't look at his papers as you check them.
"Here, I checked them properly," You said and returned his papers. You saw how his face fell when he saw his score.
"Awe, this means I won't get a peck or a date," He said and pouted. He was so disheartened that he didn't notice you standing beside him.
You gave him a peck on the cheek, and he jumped in surprise. "B-But I didn't ace it," He said.
"It's fine. You did your best. Besides, that's a pretty high score," You said, and he held his cheek.
"I'll never wash my face," He said, and you returned to your seat.
"Wash it, not washing it is disgusting," You said and fixed your things.
"But you kissed it," He said and pouted.
"Ah, just wash it," You said.
The day went on with you teaching him and some occasional teasing. The afternoon came, and he had to go to practice, so he had to go.
"I'll do my best to ace the exam," He said, and you nodded. "That's what I told you, so look forward to it,"
"Of course," You said, and he left.
Exams were finally over, and you were walking home when you heard Nishinoya yelling from behind.
"Yuu," You said in confusion when he was running towards you with his papers in his hand.
"What are you doing here? Don't you have practice? Besides, you need to leave for Tokyo tomorrow," You said.
Nishinoya was panting as he showed you his exam papers. "I didn't ace it, but I reached the 80s,"
"That's great," You said excitedly and took his papers.
"It's all thanks to you," He said and stood straight. "Does this mean I get to go on a date with you?" He asked.
You giggled and nodded. "I guess so,"
"Yes!" He yelled and jumped, making you giggled.
"But you need to focus on your training camp. The date can wait," You said, and he grinned.
"I'm so lucky to have an understanding girlfriend like you," He said and hugged you tightly.
"You're right. But get off of me. You're covered in sweat," You said and gently pushed him away from you.
"Right," He said and backed away. "I'll come back soon. So, wait for me,"
You nodded and said, "I will, so go back to practice and come back quickly so you can tell me about training camp,"
He nodded and watched you return to your friends. He waited until you guys were a few distances away from him before returning to the gym.
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Stark Spangled Forever
One Shot: Wings
Intro: They say that once you’ve been inked, it kinda becomes an addiction…
Warnings: Bad language.
Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark
A/N: CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR STARK SPANGLED BANNER
Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.
Stark Spangled Forever Masterlist // Main Masterlist
“Jamie, ”Katie sighed exasperatedly as her 9 year old looked up from where he was sprawled on the rug of the den, piecing his newest lego kit that Sam and Bucky had bought him for his birthday “You need to get your stuff for school.”
“Don’t wanna.” he pouted.
“Tough.”
“I don’t feel well.”
“Oh no, really?” Katie bent down, feeling his head. “Hmmmm. You do feel warm. What’s wrong?”
“Sort throat.”
“Oh, well… that means no soccer practice tomorrow then…and you should go straight back to bed until I can take you to the doctors later today…”
Jamie paused and looked up at her and she raised an eyebrow “Nice try Pal.”
“Mommmm”
“Don’t make me shout your father.” she used her ace card.
Jamie gave an exaggerated sigh and stood up, rolling his eyes. Katie bit her lip to stop herself laughing at the utter indignation on his face.
“It’s Friday dude.” she smiled at him. “You got all weekend to play legos if that’s what you wanna do.”
“Does that mean I can stay up late tonight to work on it?” he asked hopefully.
“Define late.” Katie looked at him.
“11?”
“Hmmmm, I dunno.” she said playfully.
“Please?”
“I’ll speak to your dad.” she said and he smiled at her, the pair of them both knowing full well that Steve was a soft touch when it came to stuff like that. He’d probably be there helping him out with it anyway.
“Ok Mom. Can you make sure Harry doesn’t touch it whilst I’m at school?”
“I’ll keep this door shut, I promise.” Katie assured him.
He left the room and true to her word Katie shut the door to the den and watched him head up the stairs, passing Aurora who was on her way down with her rucksack, Steve right behind her with their youngest placed on his hip.
“Hi mammamama!” Harry babbled at her and she grinned, taking him off Steve and planting a kiss to his cheek.
“Hi baby!” she grinned as his hand instantly went to grab the chain of her necklace.
“Jamie not planning on going to school today?” Steve asked her with a grin as Rori headed off to find her shoes.
“Tried telling me he was sick so he could stay home and play legos.” she snorted “Soon decided he was ok when I told him that meant no soccer practice tomorrow morning.”
Steve shook his head, smiling to himself.
“Daddy?” Rori tugged on his trouser leg and he turned his attention to her.
“What’s up Princess?”
“I can’t find my sneakers.”
“Where did you leave them?” he asked, his hand gently dropping to the back of her head.
“Erm…” she pondered for a moment, before she looked up at her mom bashfully.
“Somebody left them in the middle of the lounge…” Katie looked at her. “So the Fairies put them away.”
“Sorry…” Rori wrinkled her nose and blinked up at her mom.
“It’s ok. They’re on the shoe rack sweetie.” Katie nodded to the kitchen in the direction of the utility room located at the back of the house.
“Thanks momma.” she said, running off to retrieve them.
“What time does Emmy’s train get in?” Steve looked at Katie.
“Just after twelve.” Katie said, blowing a raspberry on Harry’s cheek. “I’ll meet her and then take her straight to get inked…”
Steve let out a breath from his nose. All Emmy had talked about since turning 21st was a tattoo. Steve wasn’t particularly sure he approved but then what could he do? She was an adult now. Katie hadn’t been bothered, but then as she’d pointed out, she had a big enough one on her thigh so it would be fairly hypocritical if she had. Emmy had won Steve over though when she’d asked him to draw it for her. She’d described what she wanted, a small Phoenix type bird that would sit just above her ankle. So after a few designs and sketches she’d finally settled on something she wanted and after a consultation she was having it done this afternoon.
“You staying with her?” Steve looked at Katie, concern etched across his face. Katie gave a soft laugh.
“She’s a big girl now Steve but yeah, I’m gonna stay.” she said, tugging on his beard playfully.
“Good.” he nodded, jerking his head out of reach. “Do you need me to pick the kids up later or…”
“No, by the time their afterschool clubs are done we’ll have finished so I’ll do it.” she smiled as Rori came back, sneakers in her hand. She sat on the bottom step and proceeded to push her feet into the pink converse, Steve crouching down on one knee to tie her shoelaces for her.
“Thanks daddy.”
“You’re welcome sweetheart.” he said, dropping a kiss to her head before he turned to look up the stairs “Jamie! Come on!”
“I’m coming…” came the surly reply, and no sooner had they heard it he appeared at the top of the steps, rucksack in hand.
“Drop the attitude.” Steve said sternly as Jamie trudged down the stairs, scowling. Steve looked at Katie, raising his eyebrow as their eldest son stalked past them, heading to the door, Rori running behind him.
“Wait for me Jay…” she called, her small feet slapping on the tiles of the hallway as she went.
“Told you…” Katie said, smirking “He’s a mini you…”
“That filthy look he had on his face? That is a Stark expression.” Steve said, looking back at her as he picked Rori’s rucksack up.
“Is not.” Katie laughed “That’s the face you make whenever someone’s pissing you off.”
Steve gave a snort before he dropped a soft kiss to her lips, making Harry shriek.
“Kissy!” he laughed.
“See you later.” Steve smiled against her mouth “Love you.”
“You too” she said, and with a last peck and a ruffle of Harry’s hair he headed after Jamie and Rori, barking out an instruction for them to quit their squabble over who was sitting in the front seat.
“Easy solution…” Katie heard Steve say loudly “You can both get in the back. End of discussion.”
Their protest’s died as the door snapped shut.
Katie chuckled to herself and looked at Harry “Shall we get you ready to go too baby boy?”
“Go!” he nodded, grinning.
*******
Katie’s morning was reasonably easy. A meeting and a manuscript to review which she’d managed to do by half 11. Changing out of her office clothes into a loose pair of sweats, trainers and a hoody she headed out and made her way to Grand Central.
She spotted Emmy emerging into the main terminal and swept her daughter up into a hug.
“Hey mom.” Emmy said, squeezing her back.
“Ready to go get inked?” Katie asked, Emmy grinned and slung her satchel over one shoulder, linking her arm through her mom’s.
“You eaten?” Katie asked as they walked out into the early April sun.
“Yeah, followed the instructions.” Emmy nodded.
“Good.” Katie said. “Nervous?”
“A little.” Emmy shrugged “It’s gonna hurt right?”
“It’s not so bad.” Katie shrugged, “Some places hurt more apparently but…most important thing to remember is if you need a break just ask.”
“Ok.”
The two women walked a few blocks, catching up. It had been a couple of weeks since Emmy was home, fast approaching the last few weeks of the semester at Harvard before her exams started. All of her marks so far had been sky high, leaving her parents immensely proud, although both had taken great pains to tell her that they didn’t care what the outcome was, as long as she tried her best.
Eventually they reached the place and Emmy opened the door, stepping in. David, the man that had done the consultation a few weeks back beckoned them both through.
“Ok, so…” he said, tilting the screen to show Emmy the picture of her design he’d scanned “I gotta say I’m excited about this one, it’s pretty unique.”
“My dad drew it.” Emmy beamed.
“It’s phenomenal.” David smiled “I had to sharpen some of the lines up but there’s no major changes. Are you happy with it?”
Emmy nodded.
“Ok, and yours Mrs Rogers…” David clicked and the imaged changed. “The touches we’re adding to your thigh are fairly straight forward but this one…this is what I think it is right?”
Katie nodded.
“Awesome…” David smiled, and hit print and stood up to collect both the prints.
“Have you told Dad?” Emmy looked at her. Katie smirked and shook her head.
“Nope.” she popped the p on the word “Thought it would be a nice surprise when he gets to see it later.”
“I’m not sure if I should be grossed out by that thought or not.” Emmy mumbled and Katie simply laughed.
Just over 2 and a half hours later they were done, leaving the parlour with strict after care instructions. Emmy had hardly flinched through hers, whereas Katie’s new one had been slightly uncomfortable due to the placing.
“Think that earned us a beer…” Katie said checking her watch. “Come on, we got time before we need to collect the heathens.”
*****
“Show me! Show me!” Rori demanded.
“You can’t see it yet short stuff.” Emmy said fondly “It’s still wrapped up.”
“When can you unwrap it?” Jamie asked.
“Another hour or so yet.” Katie answered “So quit bugging your sister and go put your school bags away.”
“Emmy do you wanna watch Sponge Bob with me?” Rori asked.
“Only if we can sing the special song…” Emmy grinned, holding her hand out for a hi-five. Rori giggled, and slapped her smaller palm against her sister’s.
“What special song?” Katie looked at her.
“Oh just a variation on the theme tune we made up.” Emmy said, grinning mischievously
“I dread to think.” Katie muttered, watching Jamie and Rori head up stairs to deposit their rucksacks in their room.
Katie bustled around making dinner, simple spaghetti and meatballs as requested by all 4 kids…well, the elder 3…Harry merely clapped his hands and yelled “getty” in agreement. She was stood stirring the sauce when she heard Steve walk through the door an toss his keys onto the table in the hall little under an hour later.
“Daddy’s home!” she heard Rori shriek and a moment later Steve chuckled.
“Hey…” he said, sweeping her up and placing a kiss on her cheek. He carried her through to the kitchen where he greeted Harry with a ruffle of the hair as he sat by the table doodling on a pad with Emmy.
“Hi sweetie.” Steve said, as Emmy stood up to give him a hug. “How was the tattooing?”
“Good.” she nodded, “Oh, actually, mom….should I unwrap it now?”
“Errr, yeah.” Katie said, turning the heat down on the stove and accepting the kiss Steve offered. “Can you watch these 2. I’ll go help Emmy out…”
“Sure.” Steve said, “Where’s Jamie?”
“2 guesses” Katie grinned at him and Steve shook his head, smiling, knowing full well that meant he was nose deep in lego.
Katie and Emmy bounded up the stairs and returned about 15 minutes later, Emmy proudly showing off the design on her right ankle. Steve had to admit, it did look pretty good, but then he would say that, he drew it after all.
They dragged Jamie out of the den for dinner, where the boy managed 2 helpings before he ran off again, almost having a meltdown when Katie told him he had to share the den as Rori wanted to watch Cartoons. One stern look from Steve nipped the tantrum in the bud and the 4 kids departed once dishes had been deposited in the sink, Katie waving away Emmy’s offer to help, telling her to go spend some time with her siblings. It didn’t take her and Steve long to clear down and they were heading towards the living room to collapse onto the sofa together, but the shriek and cheers coming from the den made them both stop in their tracks.
“What on Earth are they watching?” Steve looked at his wife.
“Sponge Bob, apparently…” Katie said. The two looked at one another, before they headed back towards the den and peeked through the door which was open a crack.
Emmy was stood, swaying with Harry held on her hip, the pair of them laughing, whilst Jamie was doing some kind of strange running man dance as Rori bounced up and down on the sofa as the opening credits began to roll. Emmy opened her mouth and started singing along to the opening theme tune in a pirate voice.
Only she wasn’t singing the theme tune. They were completely different words.
“Who lived as a Capsicle under the sea?” Emmy paused to look at Jamie and Rori who both yelled back in chorus, Harry mimicking them as best he could whilst clapping his hands.
“CAPTAIN ROGERS!”
Steve blinked, looked at Katie, his mouth dropping open as she burst out laughing at the look of utter confusion and perplexment on his face. She pushed the door open further and all the kids turned to see their parents watching them. But instead of stopping, they continued to sing even louder at Steve as he folded his arms and leaned against the door frame.
“Saluting a hello and killing Nazis…” Emmy continued
“CAPTAIN ROGERS!”
“If patriotism be something you wish…”
“CAPTAIN ROGERS!”
By this point Katie was laughing that hard she couldn’t breathe. She doubled over, tears pouring from her face as the kids continued their relentless serenade to their father.
“Then throw a big shield and punch with your fist…”
“CAPTAIN ROGERS!”
That was it. Steve couldn’t keep his face straight any longer and he too started to laugh, grinning as Rori ran over to him and pulled on his hands dragging him into the room to make him twirl her round.
Eventually the song stopped and the room was simply filled with laughter which died down. Steve wiped his eyes and looked at his kids before he crossed his arms.
“You’re all grounded.” he smirked, and then ran as they started pelting him with throw cushions.
****
Later that night, as always, Steve couldn’t stop his eyes from roving his wife’s body as she walked out of the en-suite and into the bedroom, dressed in one of his shirts and a pair of sleep shorts ready for bed. As he lounged on top of the duvet, back propped up against the headboard, his gaze travelled down the lines of her body and he frowned as he spotted something on her thigh that looked different.
Suddenly it dawned on him what it was.
“Is that…is that a new tattoo?” Steve sat up, looking at her leg then to her face, and back again.
“Technically it’s an addition to an existing one.” Katie grinned as she made her way to the bed and knelt up in front of Steve. His hands gently fell to her hips as he examined the new ink. The area surrounding one of the 4 stars that formed part of the original tattoo had been shaded with red and gold in a water colour effect. He didn’t need her to explain, but she did anyway.
“That’s for Tony.” she said softly, “And these…” she pointed out 4 additional stars she’d had placed within the existing design “One for each of the kids.”
“Not one for me?” he eventually pouted playfully, looking back up at her.
She bit her lip and grinning slightly, pulled his shirt over her head leaving her top half naked, and she turned her torso slightly the left, holding her arm over her breasts so he could see. His eyes widened as he saw the design that was now etched onto her skin just underneath her left breast on her rib cage.
It was his wings. The wings he had worn on his helmet. The wings adopted by the Howlies as their symbol in the war. And above that sat a star that was the same as the others on her thigh.
“That’s for you…” she said softly.
Steve was struggling for words. There was something he was finding outrageously sexy about the fact she’d had that placed somewhere that no one would really see other than him. And something ridiculously sentimental about the design she had chosen.
“Do you like it Soldier?” she asked softly, biting her lip.
He looked up at her, smiling as his hands gripped her bare waist and he pulled her down with him so she was led on top of him. “I love it.”
“I love you…” she grinned, melting into his arms as his hands ran up her bare back, her nose nudging his softly.
“Back at ya pretty girl.” he smirked, before his lips claimed hers in a heated kiss.
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Chapters: one. ~ two. ~ three. ~ four. ~ five. ~ six. ~ seven.
Wordcount: 2.3k
Summary:
Akaashi Keiji catches glimpses of another life in his dream.He dreams of fields of endless gold, of constellation of stars that light up the night sky. He hears echoes of the birdsong in her laugher, the songs to the gods in the wind.
(Loosely inspired by Kimi No Nawa)
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‘It’s for my mother’s birthday’, Akaashi says, and the florist tilts her head in thought, a dimple appearing on her right cheek.
‘What about pink carnations? They’re pretty and well within your budget’.
‘Good choice – plus it means that I’ll never forget her’ he says, nodding in approval and she bustles around to gather her materials, fingers nimbly twining tissue and ribbons around the blooms.
‘Oh - ’, he begins to say in surprise when he notices she’s included a bunch of baby’s breath in the little bouquet, because a university student’s budget only stretches that much.
‘Don’t worry, it’s on the house’, she hastily reassures him, her curly hair bouncing as she shakes her head. ‘I just thought it’s sweet you’re buying flowers for your mother.
‘Thanks.’ He smiles at her. She grins back and promptly trips over her own feet as she hands the bouquet over to him. ‘Watch out’, he calls, reaching over the counter to grab her elbow in an attempt to steady her.
‘Sorry! That’s so clumsy of me. Um – I’ve been meaning to ask you for some time, but would you like to grab coffee with me someday?’ she asks, cheeks flushing as pink as the flowers in his arms.
‘Oh’, he says, dumbstruck. ‘I – uh’
She must read the hesitation in his face because she shakes her head self-deprecatingly, saving him from floundering awkwardly. ‘Sorry! I don’t know what came over me – please forget I ever said that!’ Then she bows and ushers him out of the store, waves away his apologies with a laugh and calls after him to ‘please come again!’
His mother fusses over him when he presents his bouquet of carnations to her, bending down to press a kiss to her cheek. ‘Why does it look like university is treating you so badly?
‘I’m fine, mum’, he tries to distract her with a hug, but she’s having none of that.
‘Are you really, Keiji?’, his mother asks, lips pursed. ‘I know my son well enough to know he’s not sleeping well’.
‘I try’, he offers, but he knows his excuse falls flat when she sniffs. He’s so irredeemably busy with school work and internship that sleep is practically the last item on his list of priorities and things to do and tasks at hand, but he knows if he breathes a word about the amount of work on his plate, his mother would nag him relentlessly until she’s convinced he’s taking care of himself again
So honed by years of dealing with Bokuto-san, he switches tactics to diversion. ‘So mum, tell me how auntie managed to talk Yuji-kun into going on blind dates?’ His mum brightens and immediately turns her mind to her favourite nephew’s dismal love life.
But his mother insists on him staying over that night, so he finds himself staring at the ceiling of his old bedroom, in a bed that suddenly feels too small for the worries that adulthood is cramming into his head. He’s patient, counting the spaces between his breaths but sleep eludes him and he sits up, determined to sneak in more work at the very least.
He tucks a pencil behind his ear, ready to get cracking on his thesis when he tilts his seat too far on the back two legs of his chair and loses his balance, falling onto the floor with a thump. ‘Damnit’, he curses quietly, hoping the noise doesn’t startle his mother awake, but from his vantage point on the floor, he can see the omamori he inexplicably refused to throw away on New Year’s Day hanging on the bars of his windowsill.
‘What are you doing here’, he mutters, untying the charm and running his thumb along its fraying seams. The charm obviously does not respond - it’s an inanimate object after all, but for some reason, he slips it in his pocket when he returns to the dorm when morning comes.
The frequency of his dreams starts to increase.
He’s back in her body, curled up under a pine tree on a cool autumn day.
‘I can’t believe you convinced me to spend an afternoon running around like a forest nymph when we could be studying to ace your exams’. There is a tinge of disdain in his words because he knows her grades are better than decent, though they’d be better if only she’d spend more time on her books instead of flower fields.
‘Aww, a nymph? Someone’s feeling extra poetic today’, she teases lightly.
‘Don’t try distracting me from the fact that you really should be studying’, he insists, displeased.
‘I do study’ she protests, but he hums disbelievingly, the spectre of Waseda’s devilishly difficult entrance exam looming in his mind.
‘Not enough to get into a decent university at this rate.’
‘I don’t want to go to university, Keiji, I’ve tried telling you this before’, she sighs.
‘You don’t?’
‘Nope’ she responds, popping the word in her mouth. ‘I just want to sell flowers to people someday, is that so bad? It’s simple - they make people happy, and that makes me happy in turn. If we only have a lifetime to spend on this earth, shouldn’t we pursue what truly brings us joy instead of dreams others impose on us?’
‘ I suppose that makes sense’, he says, sounding vaguely convinced.
‘Course it does’, she responds easily, a smile flickering in her voice. ‘I always make sense. Now. Let’s not squabble, it’s my turn to tell you a story today’.
So he listens, enthralled despite himself, as she spins tales of the Kodama, tree spirits dwelling in the ancient forest, how her mother taught her to always offer a prayer to the gods before chopping down a tree - and if the tree bleeds, to back away because it means it has a Kodama living, breathing within it.
‘Are they real?’ he asks her, when she finishes a tale of a Kodama who assumed human form after falling in love with a maiden blessed with cherry blossoms in her cheeks.
‘Of course they are’ she laughs. ‘If you close your eyes and listen carefully, you can hear them sing. ’
He closes his eyes, but the forest remains eerily still. ‘ I don’t hear anything, ’ he says, disbelief colouring his tone.
‘Maybe it’s because they know you don’t really believe in them yet.’
He wakes up with the scent of pine in his nose, the lingering touch of grass against the soles of his feet.
‘Electricity is a fickle beast in this household, so the first thing you need to do when you come home is to light the fire in the irori. Even Toya-chan knows how to do that, and he’s eight!’
He stares balefully at the sunken hearth lined with stone and filled with ash, situated right in the center of the old house. ‘This is a fire hazard’, he tells her stubbornly.
‘Fire is life, you spoilt city boy! It only becomes dangerous if you don’t respect it. Now come on, or you’ll end up freezing to death and I won’t be able to save you. I always keep a lighter in my pocket and in the store room there’s coal and if really necessary, some petrol I flinched from the petrol station – ‘
‘You better make sure the teachers don’t find your lighter and think you’ve been smoking – ‘ he interjects and she continues as if she doesn’t hear him.
‘So you light the fire and hang the kettle from the iron hook, and voila! You can cook porridge or soup if electricity runs out and you can’t rely on the rice cooker or stove. And when the night is too cold to sleep in your room, you can drag your futon out here for warmth. It’s kinda nice, almost like camping. Now, let’s see you try lighting a fire yourself!’
Her fingers are thin and nimble, but they’re unfamiliar implements to him, so he fumbles with arranging the coal and scrap paper around damp wood. He has to resort to using a drip of petrol to coax the damp wood to ignite in flames but he counts it as a triumph anyway as fire dances in the sunken hearth.
He can hear her cheer – ‘Congrats city boy!’ Ignoring the implied insult in her words, he smiles.
He’s back in her skin again when her voice echoes in his mind.
‘Y’know you’re not gonna be able to learn how to put on a bra if you don’t open your eyes when doing it right?’ she says, amusement ripe in her voice. ‘Every girl has tits, Keiji . If it makes you feel better, I’ve seen your dick ’.
‘What?’ he yelps, eyes still stubbornly closed.
‘How else was I supposed to use the urinals? Goodness, being a guy is so convenient when it comes to peeing, you just point and shoot - ’
‘Right, that’s too much information, thanks’, he huffs.
‘Well, you’re gonna make me late for school if you don’t open your eyes’’, she sing songs, and he knows she’s banking on his reverence for punctuality and perfect attendance records to get him to look in the mirror, but he’s not sure it outweighs his mother’s lessons of being a gentleman.
‘Keiji-kun ’, she says again, amused. ‘I do appreciate that you’re trying to protect my modesty, but those rules don’t really apply when we’re in a situation like this, you know? If it makes you feel better, I give you explicit permission to look at my breasts when strictly necessary.’
‘Can you not say it like that’, he grouses before cracking an eye open, somewhat persuaded, and somehow manages to snap the tiny hooks in place. ‘Bras are like torture devices’.
‘Don’t I know it’, she chuckles. ‘Be glad you only have to put up with it every once in a while’.
He snorts, more comfortable once some semblance of her modesty is secured. ‘I’ll count my blessings then’. Twisting at the waist to zip up her skirt, his breath catches at a glimpse of freckles on her back in the mirror. He forgets he’s still standing in front of the mirror as his fingers idly ghost over the constellation, a spray of stardust on bare skin.
‘Keiji ?’ she asks, confused.
‘Sorry!’, he startles. ‘It’s just - I never noticed you had freckles on your back before.’
‘Yes - I’m aware I have them, and?’, she replies archly, and the irony that she’s completely fine with him staring at her breasts but not her back does not elude him, but he holds his tongue.
‘They’re arranged in my favourite constellation’, he tells her honestly and he’s relived to hear her chuckle again.
‘I’ll show you the real thing next time’, she promises, before switching seamlessly to berate him - ‘And you can stop staring at my back now, we’re gonna be late for school! ’
The next day is spent wondering if he’s a creep for dreaming about half naked sixteen year old girls – even if there’s nothing remotely sexual about his dream.
He sees her run through the woods like a fawn discovering spring for the first time, watches her come to a stop at an open clearing framed by trees. There is a shrine in the center of the clearing, cracked and covered in moss, but she approaches it reverently, dropping to her knees.
‘There is old magic in this shrine’, she whispers, brushing leaves and branches away before laying her omamori down at the altar. ‘ Do you remember the wish you made? ’
‘I wished for more time - I got greedy and asked for yesterday to come again ’, he answers, voice hushed.
‘And I wished for the exact opposite. I got impatient and asked tomorrow to arrive, as fast as it can ’, she replies, tilting her face up to the sun.
‘I suppose that’s what happened ’, he says. ‘Our wishes got tangled up, and our bodies and souls got thrown through time and space’.
‘Hm. Do you think we have souls, Keiji? ’ she asks him.
‘Yes ’, he says, sounding perplexed. ‘What else would we be swapping?’
‘What colour d’you think your soul is? ’ It’s a strange question, but he’s used to anticipating the unexpected from her.
‘Blue. It reminds me of the summer sky ’, he replies.
‘Fitting’, she laughs with a cheeky grin on her face. ‘Since the sky is a star’s domain’.
‘What about you’, he asks, so accustomed to ignoring her teasing about Bokuto-san. ‘What colour do you think your soul is?’
‘Yellow, I hope ’, she says dreamily. ‘It’s warmth and life - like flames lighting up wintry nights, or daffodils on the first day of spring’ .
He wonders if it’s a coincidence that the strange dreams hit him in full force right after he brings back the omamori.
But Kenma’s right, he’s become strangely addicted to the narrative his dreams are showing him. It’s like the books he snuck under the covers at night, emerging bleary eyed in the morning because he was intent on seeing the story end. And if he’s being completely honest with himself, it makes him feel like that he - quiet, bookish Akaashi Keiji is the protagonist in the Ghibli movies that Bokuto-san makes him watch, so he doesn’t put up a fight against the dreams that re-invade his sleep.
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a request i got a long time ago! sorry this took soooo long, hope you guys like it!
prompt #19: i’ve missed this
“Will you be home for Christmas break?” Zuko asks his girlfriend, Katara - who he was currently facetiming, as he lays down on his bed and places his laptop on his stomach.
“I’m not sure yet.” Katara replies, not bothering to look up at Zuko as she was busy writing down notes.
“Oh.” Zuko says, disappointment evident in his voice. Katara looks at Zuko, for the second time during their ongoing 38-minute facetime call, and gives him a sincere look.
“Hey, I don’t wanna say yes when I’m not sure yet, because you’ll get your hopes up. And then you’d be disappointed if I can’t actually be there. Finals are next week and I still have some projects to work on over the break. Sorry, Zuko.” Katara says, and Zuko shakes his head, running his fingers through his hair.
“No, no. Don’t worry about it. I understand, Kat. I just… I miss you. So bad.” Zuko says, and Katara giggles.
“Aw, well aren’t you cute? I miss you too. A lot.” Katara says and Zuko smiles.
“I miss you more. Anyway, I don’t wanna take up too much of your time. I know you’re still busy, and I shouldn’t have called.” Zuko says.
“Hey, no. Don’t worry about it, baby.” Katara says, and Zuko’s cheeks turn a shade of light pink at the pet name. “You don’t have to apologize for anything. I’m always happy to talk to you.”
“Thanks, Kat. I gotta go, I have to go out and buy some food. Study hard, but don’t forget to rest, okay? Talk to you later, future doctor.” Zuko smiles, winking. Katara blushes.
“Will do, Zuko. Bye.” She blows him a kiss and ends the call. Zuko sighs, thinking about Katara. They had been in a relationship since they were freshmen in college, and fast forwards five years later, where Zuko was in his fifth year of architecture - he failed two subjects last year - and Katara had graduated with nursing as her pre-med, and was currently in her first year of medicine, and got into her dream medical school which was across the country.
Zuko was happy for Katara, he didn’t want to hold her back from her dreams. He knew that she always wanted to become a doctor, and he would let her pursue her dreams, even if it meant having a long distance relationship. The first few months were hard, with them having different timezones - thus not being able to talk to each other properly. But once they got used to it, they would talk whenever they could, which meant just staying on call while Katara studied and wrote notes, or when Zuko had plates to finish. It had been five months since the couple saw each other in person, and Zuko was hoping that he could see Katara during Christmas break. But that didn’t seem to be the case. Or so, Zuko thought.
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A week had passed by since Katara told Zuko that she might not make it home for the break, but nothing had changed between the two. They still talked, but Katara could tell that Zuko was feeling down.
“So, it’s the last day of your finals tomorrow, right?” Zuko asks, writing down some important details from the article he was reading. Katara hums.
“Technically, later. Since it’s already Friday here. But yeah, I have physiology in the morning and parasitology in the afternoon.” Katara says, her voice tired.
“You should focus on studying.” Zuko says. He didn’t mean to sound cold, but that’s how it sounded like to Katara.
“Zuko, are you mad?” She asks as she stops writing down her notes. Zuko looks at her, eyes wide.
“W-What? No. I’m not. Sorry. I’ve just been swamped with a lot of research and homework. I didn’t mean to sound angry.” Zuko says. The both of them have had sleepless nights the past week, with Katara studying for finals, and Zuko writing papers. The amount of caffeine the two had consumed the past few days was, in simple terms, a lot.
“It’s okay. Sorry if I jumped to conclusions.” Katara says. “I should go.”
“Y-Yeah. Sorry again, Kat.” Zuko says. “Make sure to rest, okay? Don’t push yourself too hard.” Zuko says, his voice filled with love.
“Will do, Zuko. Love you.” She blows him a kiss and Zuko smiles.
“Love you too, Kat. Bye.” He ends the call, cursing to himself.
Katara sighs, groaning. She was tired of studying, and as much as she wanted to sleep, she still had to finish reviewing. She grabs her phone and calls Sokka, her brother and Zuko’s best friend.
“HEY SIS WHAT’S UP?” Sokka answers on the first ring, his voice a little too loud, making Katara flinch and laugh.
“Hey, Sokka.” She stifles a yawn, and Sokka grunts.
“Isn’t it like 2am there? You should get some rest kiddo.” Sokka says and Katara sighs.
“I’m only one year younger than you. And yeah, I’ll sleep after um, you know the plan, right?” Katara says, grabbing the airplane ticker inside her planner, and Sokka snorts.
“Of course! It’s gonna be the sweetest thing ever. I just don’t know why you just won’t tell him. Why does it have to be a surprise?” Sokka asks and Katara shrugs, even though she knows he can’t see her.
“I-I don’t know. I just want to see how he’d react. Like you know in movies where when the guy surprises the girl at the airport? The girl cries and runs to him and all that?”
“Katara, this isn’t a movie. But, I understand where you’re coming from. I’m actually excited to see the look on Zuko’s face. And I’m excited to see you as well, I guess.” Sokka says and Katara laughs.
“Gee, thanks Sokka. I feel the love.” Katara says and yawns.
“You need to sleep now, kiddo. Call me later when your exams are over, okay?” Sokka says.
“Yeah. Sure thing. I gotta go. Bye.” Katara hangs up, yawning. She smiles as she fiddles with the plane ticket in her hands, and places it back in her planner. She couldn’t wait for Sunday.
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“How were your exams? You aced them, right?” Zuko asks, smiling. Katara giggles as she sets her phone on her desk and places her bag on the floor.
“They were difficult. But, I hope I passed.” Katara says and Zuko shakes his head.
“I know you passed! It’s you after all, Kat.” Zuko says and Katara smiles.
“Aw, thanks. I hope those sleepless nights paid off. Now I can rest and sleep all day. Well, aside from the paper I have to pass when the break is over. But other than that, I’m free!” Katara says and Zuko chuckles.
“You definitely deserve a break. I envy you, actually. I still have to pass this paper that’s due tomorrow, as well as 5 plates, which I’m not yet done with. Well, I finished four of them. The last one, I’m almost done with. Ah, sorry for rambling.” Zuko says, embarrassed and Katara giggles.
“No, it’s alright. Your rambling is always cute.” She says and Zuko blushes. “Oh, I have to call Sokka. Talk to you later?” She asks, and Zuko nods.
“Yes, yeah. Bye, Kat.” Zuko smiles and Katara’s heart melts.
“Bye, Zuko.” She blows him a kiss and ends the call. She calls Sokka, who answers right away.
“Hey, Kat!” A different voice answers.
“Suki!” Katara squeals.
“Yup! Sokka is in the bathroom, so I picked up instead.” Suki explains.
“I can’t wait to see you on Sunday!” Katara says and Suki laughs.
“Same here. It’s been so long! We are definitely hanging out when you’re here. I’m not letting Zuko keep you all to himself.” Suki jokes and Katara giggles.
“Hey, Suki, who are you talking to?” Sokka asks in the background.
“Katara.” She tells Sokka. “I’m handing you over to Sokka now.” Suki tells Katara.
“Hey, sis.” Sokka says, sitting down beside Suki.
“Hey. Sunday okay? 10am, you pick me up at the airport, then we go to Zuko’s place.” Katara says. That was the plan, she hadn’t thought of anything else, because complicated plans weren’t needed.
“We can’t hang out before going to Zuko’s place?” Sokka asks and Katara laughs.
“We can hang out the next day, I promise.” Katara says.
“I’m taking you up on your promise.” Sokka replies and Katara giggles.
“Yeah, sure. Anyway, I gotta go. See you on Sunday! Bye.” Katara hangs up, sighing.
She grabs her suitcase and starts to pack her clothes and essentials. She was hoping she wouldn’t have to pack too much stuff, considering she’d only be there for two and a half weeks. When it’s 6pm, Katara is almost done packing, aside from the things she still needed to use before leaving, like her laptop and charger. She gets up and goes to the bathroom, and runs the water in the bath. A warm bath after a stressful week was what she needed. She grabs her phone and opens her playlist, the smooth sound echoing in the bathroom. She takes off her clothes and sighs as she sinks down in the tub, the water easing her muscles. She smiles, thinking of Zuko.
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“We’re almost there. Are you ready?” Sokka asks Katara, who was smiling brightly.
“Definitely! Thanks again for doing this, Sokka.” Katara says. Suki smiles as she continues to cling onto Katara.
“Don’t mention it, sis.” Sokka says.
“Don’t leaveeeee” Suki says, hugging Katara even tighter and Katara laughs.
“We’ll see each other again tomorrow, Suki.” Katara says, hugging Suki back.
“We’re here.” Sokka says as he slowly pulls up in front of Zuko’s apartment. Katara sighs, biting her lip.
“You can let go now, Suki.” Katara says and Suki does as she’s told, and Katara gets out of the car. Sokka and Suki follow her, and Sokka gets Katara’s suitcase in the trunk. Katara looks at Sokka and Suki, shaking her hands in nervousness. “What if he doesn’t want to see me? What if he hates me for lying to him? I should just go home.” Katara says and Suki takes Katara’s hands in hers.
“Kat, relax. Deep breaths. He’s gonna be ecstatic that you’re here, I promise.” Suki assures her best friend. Katara looks at her and nods.
“Go on, Kat. Give him the surprise of his life.” Sokka says. Katara nods as she walks up to the door. Sokka is standing by the car and Suki is hiding at the side, her phone recording the whole thing. Katara takes a deep breath and knocks three times on the door, biting her lip. A few seconds later, the door opens to reveal Zuko, his hair disheveled, bags under his eyes. Katara looks into his eyes and smiles, and Zuko widens his eyes, taking the time to process what he was seeing.
“Katara?” He asks, and she nods, smiling. “Oh my god.” He says and in an instant, Katara is in Zuko’s arms, her legs wrapped around his waist, heads buried in each other’s necks. Zuko can’t help but get slightly emotional. They pull away a minute later, and Zuko carefully puts Katara back on the ground. Zuko’s thumb caresses her cheek, and she smiles.
“Hey, don’t cry.” Katara says, leaning up to wipe away a tear on Zuko’s cheek. Zuko chuckles, sniffling.
“Sorry. I just… I can’t believe you’re here.” He says as he engulfs Katara in another hug, burying his face into her hair. “I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you.” He whispers and Katara smiles.
“I’ve missed you too, Zuko. More than you know.” She pulls away and leans up to give Zuko a quick peck on the lips. She tiptoes and whispers into his ear, “There’s more of that later, but we have to get rid of our guests first.” She winks and Zuko chuckles.
“Affirmative.” He replies and takes Katara’s hand in his. Suki comes out from hiding, smiling.
“See! I told you he’d be ecstatic.” Suki says and Katara laughs.
“Of course I’d be ecstatic. I finally got to see my girl after 5 months.” Zuko says and Katara blushes. Sokka walks up to them, Katara’s suitcase in hand, as well as her bag.
“Here you go Kat.” Sokka says. “Nice to see you, Zuko.”
“Dude, we saw each other yesterday.” Zuko laughs and Sokka chuckles.
“That we did. Anyway, me and Suki should get going. See you guys tomorrow.” Sokka says and Suki waves goodbye at the couple. Zuko grabs Katara’s suitcase and hauls it into the apartment. Katara closes the door, and Zuko sits on the couch. Katara walks up to him and sits on his lap, straddling him. Zuko raises his eyebrows, amused, and chuckles as he puts his hands on her thighs.
“You should have told me you were coming home. I would have thrown you a surprise party or something.” Zuko says and Katara giggles.
“I wanted it to be a surprise.” Katara says, wrapping her hands around Zuko’s neck. “Were you surprised?” She asks and Zuko nods.
“Yup. How long have you known that you could come home for the break?” Zuko asks, his thumbs tracing small circles on Katara’s thighs.
“Uh, when you first brought up the topic.” Katara says, biting her lip. Zuko looks at her, surprised. “I thought that I might accidentally say it whenever we talked because of how tired I was. Like it might slip out of something.” Katara explains and Zuko chuckles.
“Well, I’m glad to have you here, back in my arms.” Zuko says, smirking. He leans close to her, his face inches from hers. The was a glimmer of mischief in his eyes, and Katara’s breath hitches in her throat. “And I know you’re tired. I am too, but just to be clear, we won’t be getting much rest today.” He says as he crashes his lips into hers, and Katara gasps at the sudden contact. Today would be a long day.
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ONE¹
SPACE VOYAGE | VKOOK [LARRYVGL]
When 7 boys who barely know each other get stuck in a spaceship hurling through the galaxy for 6 months, things are bound to get messy
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Year 3418
"Oh yeah- oh yeah baby- keep going, aahh-" Jungkook moaned out, banging his fist against the steel wall of the storage closet while his head tipped back, eyes closed.
He felt warm lips around his cock, swirling a tongue around his length. Jungkook's cherry red hair fell into his eyes as he bucked his hips in a little, smirking.
"Yeah? Like that? Such a good girl for me," Jungkook smirked, as the girl sitting on her knees continued sucking him off.
The girl placed her hand on Jungkook's trousers- his stupid tight yet stretchy red pants he had to wear in this place. Jungkook bit his lip as he came into the girl's mouth, and she pulled off with a pop, making a slightly disgusted face.
"Wasn't that bad." Jungkook said, and the girl smiled back. "Sure wasn't, Jungkook." She whispered, and then Jungkook grabbed her waist and kissed her neck, and then reached for the door of the supply closet.
The girl scoffed. "Well? Aren't you going to get me off?" The girl snapped, and Jungkook sighed.
"Maybe next time." Jungkook winked at the orange haired girl, who looked pissed off as Jungkook walked out of the supply closet.
The supply closet was in the corner of the campus. The campus of University of Space Technology and Exploration. Jungkook was in his red clothes, a tight red shirt with a badge of the school's name on it, and tight red pants to match. Many people around, all holding their tablets while walking around with friends.
The university was in one of the Moons of planet Scora VZ2. See, many many years ago- the earth overpopulated and, like, everyone died.
However, scientists found various other galaxies and smaller planets for humans to reside in. Of course, the aliens were one thing (and perhaps we can just skip over the colonisation as it was FRIENDLY) but the food and oxygen and gravitational levels were normal, like in Earth.
This University was known to be one of the best. It brings out the best Galactic Navy in the galaxy. Not to mention, their planet is connected to all the other ones, having higher technology and better advancements than the 3rd world planets.
So, easy to say, Jungkook knew just being in this University meant he'd get an easy job. See, this University has four branches you can study.
MEDICAL. Medical students learn how to aid those during space outings and give medicine to those in need. They wear blue uniforms.
COMMUNICATIONS. Now, the students learning Communications usually know more languages than just the Earth tongue. They can contact other planets and aliens and know how to spot life sources in various planets and how to communicate to them. They wear green uniforms.
ENGINEERING. Engineering students know everything about spaceships. They either built the structure or the mechanics of it. Very vital to be on board a spaceship. They wear yellow uniforms.
And lastly, SPACE EXPLORATION. These guys know the ins and outs of how to explore, navigate, find life sources and interact with them. How to find if a planet is habitable or not. How to find if a planet has resources or not. They wear red uniforms.
So yeah, Jungkook studied Space Exploration. He was only in his first year, but honestly- it's not that hard. All they need to do is NOT die.
Okay, so it's VERY hard and Jungkook has, like, a 63% survival rate when he does his job. But that's not that bad, right???
"Yugyeom!" Jungkook called, seeing his brunette friend in the green uniform talking to some girl. The girl Yugyeom was talking to was giggling, until she saw Jungkook and her cheeks turned red.
"H-hi Jungkook." She said, and Jungkook just gave her a little smirk. Yugyeom turned to Jungkook, and groaned.
"Will you fuck off?" Yugyeom snapped, and Jungkook started laughing. He slung his arm around Yugyeom's shoulder, waving the girl goodbye and walking away with him.
"Anyways- you all ready for the big exam?" Jungkook asked, and Yugyeom sighed.
"Fell asleep during the practice class. Not at all. So much shit could go wrong. Dude- I'm not even completely fluent in Marsian. I'm so failing this." Yugyeom mumbled, and Jungkook snickered.
"Eh. I'll just have to manage the controls and yell 'Aliens! Ah!' and it'll be all fine." Jungkook said, and Yugyeom rolled his eyes.
"Anyways. Saw that chick you were hooking up with walk out looking pissed. Doesn't she have a boyfriend?" Yugyeom asked, and Jungkook snickered.
"Dude- has that ever stopped me before?" Jungkook asked, and Yugyeom sighed again. "Fair enough."
Jungkook laughed at his comment, but then bumped into someone, like head first bumped into someone.
Jungkook fell back a little and then looked up and saw a guy with silver hair and dark grey eyes who he bumped into. He was also in a red uniform.
"Watch it!" Jungkook snapped, and the guy just gave Jungkook an annoyed look and kept walking, some guy beside him.
"You watch it, red." The guy snapped back, and Jungkook rolled his eyes and kept walking with Yugyeom.
✭
"Watch it!" Some dude with bright pink-red hair in a red uniform snapped, and Taehyung just gave him an annoyed look.
"You watch it, red." Taehyung snapped back, seeing as the boy rolled his eyes and continued walking. The boy beside Taehyung huffed.
"Nice comeback."
"Shut up, Bambam." Taehyung mumbled.
"Relax. You're in space exploration. You have the easiest job. It's just a fake test." Bambam said, and Taehyung scoffed.
"Relax? You want me to relax?! They'll put us in a fake spaceship with six other strangers I don't know and we'll have to figure that shit out! I've been pulling all nighters for two weeks studying over this." Taehyung said, and Bambam raised an eyebrow.
"No you haven't."
"Okay, I haven't. But still! I stayed up till like, 11. And you know if I do shit my dad will kill me." Taehyung said, and Bambam just rolled his eyes.
"You're gonna ace this, Tae. Now come on- let's go get some food." Bambam said, and Taehyung nodded- and then accidentally bumped into someone.
"Ah shit- sorry," Taehyung said, and saw a boy with pink hair and glittery eyes dressed in green, who just nodded and walked away, his eyes looking a bit teary.
✭
"Ah shit- sorry," A boy with silver hair said, and Jimin just sniffled like a loser and nodded and rushed away instantly.
Don't cry Don't cry Don't cry- Jimin chanted in his mind, biting down on his lip as he walked in a fast pace, walking towards an orange haired girl who was standing nearby a water fountain.
"H-hi Lisa." Jimin squeaked, and the orange haired girl turned around, and Jimin instantly noticed how her hair was a bit disheveled and her lips were plump and redder than usual.
"Oh. Hey Jimin." Lisa said, almost looking a little.. annoyed? Jimin was confused, but he just gave her a smile, and took her hand in his.
"Hey.. listen- I know I've been so busy this last week stressing over this stupid exam. I didn't, I-"
"You didn't mean to tell me you rather study than spend time with me?" Lisa snapped, and Jimin gulped.
"I-"
"Just- ugh, fuck off Jimin." Lisa mumbled, and Jimin frowned to himself- but then just grabbed Lisa's arm again.
"Hey, I'm-I'm your boyfriend. Just talk to me-"
"Shut up, Park!" Lisa snapped, and Jimin stilled. "And stop touching me, it's fucking annoying. Why don't you just go study, since that's all you do?" Lisa grumbled, pulling her hand back.
Jimin felt like crying, and ohmygod he felt like such a pussy. "I-I-"
"I said Go. Away." Lisa growled- and Jimin nodded- feeling ever more angry with himself at how he flinched when she raised her voice.
"Yes girl! You show him! Girl powerrr," One of Lisa's friends giggled, and Jimin just turned around and walked away quickly- tears gathering in his eyes again.
She's just standing up for herself, Jimin. It's nothing. Respect her, Jimin told himself, feeling his eyes watery as he walked past some black haired guy, accidentally bumping shoulders with him- but not bothering to reply.
✭
"So then I said- you're not my mom! Turns out, it was a guy from the planet Fuurus dressed like my mom! I swear those goddamn aliens-" Jin started, and then felt a shoulder bump against his.
He turned and saw a pink haired boy walking away really fast, and just hummed and turned back towards his friends. His friends all laughed- and Jin just grinned.
"God Jin- you're so fucking funny." One girl said, and some other guys nodded in agreement. Jin nodded. "I know. Anyways, bye- I need to go study." Jin said quickly, and then rushed away.
"You're seriously going to study? Mr. Popular Kid is actually going to study?" A voice asked, and Jin turned towards Mark and rolled his eyes.
"Not all of us are geniuses, Mark. Learning medicine is hard, okay?" Jin said, and Mark scoffed. "You called yourself a genius every day!"
"That's true. Anyways- did you hear that weird nerdy guy's trying to be Captain? I overheard him talking to some dweeb outside the academy. No one this young can be captain." Jin snickered, and Mark laughed.
Namjoon, walking past Jin- and also overhearing everything he said- just sighed, ducking his head and walked faster. He knows he's young and he knows he's not 'mature enough' to be captain- but he knows he can be! So what if he's young! So what if he's... technically studying Engineering and isn't supposed to 'technically' run for Captain for another two years. He'll show 'em.
Anyways, for now- he needs to go study for that goddamn exam.
"What exam is everyone talking about, exactly?" Yoongi asked his friend, who scoffed.
"Dude, seriously? You need to stop drinking that weird alien alcohol stuff." Jaebum said, and Yoongi- having a flask tightened in his hand- just hummed and tipped the flask back between his lips, alcohol smoothening down his throat.
"Eh, whatever. You don't wanna see me sober, Jaebum." Yoongi said, and Jaebum sighed- because truly, he doesn't.
"Well, it's the exam everyone has to take. You get put in a group with six other students chosen at random, and you're put into a made up spaceship for an hour or two. They give us simulated problems and shit we need to face- and it'll show how 'worthy' we are of being in the Galactic Navy or whatever." Jaebum said, and Yoongi sighed, smoothening his green fabric down with his hand.
"Awesome. I get to scream in alien language for an hour. Honestly fuck this. Let's go get high." Yoongi said, and Jaebum laughed.
"Before the exam? Yeah, no. Not happening."
"Oh come on! We always got high before exams- how is this any different?" Yoongi said, and Jaebum pursed his lips.
"It's the official exam that shows our worth as something we've been studying for a year or four, Yoongi. For once, just be sober and do this properly." Jaebum said, and Yoongi just rolled his eyes, walking back from him.
"You do you, JB. I'm gonna go snort a line of co-"
Yoongi bumped into someone- and then turned around, a little annoyed. He saw a boy with orange hair, dressed in his yellow uniform- eyes big.
"Woah there. Watch where you're going." The guy chuckled, a warmth in his voice as he gripped Yoongi's side to save him from falling.
Yoongi gulped and nodded dumbly- seeing the boy just grin at him and then walk away- disappearing into the group of people.
"You okay?" Jaebum asked, and Yoongi cleared his throat.
"Yeah. Yeah! Just- um. Blanked out for a second there." Yoongi mumbled, and then turned around and took another swig of his flask.
Hoseok grinned at the black haired pale boy with eyes a little doey, and then turned around and kept walking- assuming he's never going to see him again.
"Dude- the list is out!" Jackson said- grabbing Hoseok's arm. "What list?"
"The list of people who we're working with for the exam tomorrow. The timings of when we have to go and everything. They sent it to us on our tablets. Just check." Jackson said- and Hoseok nodded.
He took out the little tablet, clicking on it and opening up the notifications to see the EXAM SCHEDULE. He saw all the lists, all with seven people in it. He scrolled down and down all the lists of names and groups and frowned.
"What the fuck?" Hoseok mumbled to himself- and then kept scrolling, until he reached the ast list.
GROUP : 103
TIMING: 7 pm - 8:30 pm
NAMES:
Kim Namjoon
Kim Seokjin
Min Yoongi
Jung Hoseok
Park Jimin
Kim Taehyung
Jeon Jungkook
Hoseok groaned, looking at Jackson. "Are you kidding me? I'm in the last group!"
Yoongi scoffed, sitting with his back to a wall as he saw the tablet. "I'm in the 103rd group to go! The groups in the end always do shit." Yoongi mumbled.
Jin let out a yell, throwing his tablet onto his bed. "Man! I'll miss dinner because of this goddamn exam." Jin said, and Mark laughed, sitting on his bed in their dorm.
Jimin was crouched on his bed, and then sighed when he looked at the tablet. "..I don't know any of them." Jimin mumbled to himself.
Taehyung laughed sarcastically, throwing his tablet at Bambam. "This couldn't be any fucking better! I'm the last group to go! At night! With a bunch of guys I've never met! Fucking great." Taehyung groaned, and then kicked the wall.
Jungkook looked at his tablet, and then turned it off and placed it back on the table. "Eh- it's not like I give a shit anyway." Jungkook snickered to Yugyeom, who just rolled his eyes.
Namjoon huffed, placing the tablet onto his table in the library, placing his head in his hands. "I'm in a group with a bunch of idiots."
Little did they know all the shit that this stupid exam would bring. These bunch of idiots were fucked.
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Baby Blues 11/?
Summary: Ace goes to his first doctor’s visit, and Alex checks in with her doctor.
Warnings: First shots, crying, doctor visits, slight jealousy. Fluffy Dad!Chris content. Body insecurities, health concerns, and mentions of sex.
A/N: Rest in Power to Chadwick Boseman, our Black Panther and King. He gave us so much while battling cancer, not just Black Panther. The work he has done in the amount of time he had left a mark, and cannot be replicated. Chadwick Boseman has been such a force in Hollywood that no one could ever forget him. My heart goes out to all his close friends and family.
Also, let’s not make this about Black Panther 2.
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6 Weeks Old
“I mean they can program a robot to perform surgery on a grape but they still have to jab a n-e-e-d-l-e into my baby’s skin for vaccinations.” Alex glared at a few of the other moms in the waiting room, eyeing Chris up and down with Ace.
Chris fed him while Alex filled out the medical file. He was noisy drinking from the bottle, but he took to bottle feeding easier than Alex expected. She watched from the corner of her eye, Chris was a natural, jumping right into action whenever Ace needed something. Seeing him walk around the house with Ace never got old. He was always singing songs to him, some made up. Alex’s favorite so far was the one called ‘Doggies Are Friendly’, in attempts to get Ace to warm up to Dodger. No luck.
Overall seeing Chris Evans with a baby was enough to get any woman excited, and willing to give him more. So she could understand the gazes he got from the other moms, but that didn’t mean she had to just sit there and let them undress her husband with their eyes.
“Al, he can’t understand you.” He watched Ace, unaware of the extra eyes lusting after him
“He’s intuitive Chris, he knows what I mean." Alex frowned, thinking about the how upset Ace would be once he got his shots. She always thought her mother was being overprotective when she was younger but now she understood it completely. She could hear him crying now, and the thought made her eyes sting.
Chris finally looked up, after hearing the infliction in Alex’s voice ”What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Don’t say that, we’re not gonna bottle up our feelings.”
She half shrugged “I guess it’s a mental thing. I mean I know he has to get the shots- I just feel like I’m a monster, purposefully putting him through pain.”
“Baby, it’s a required check up, the first of many shots down the road. You aren’t a monster, you’re a mother.”
“Evans?” the nurse called out from behind the counter
“Are you gonna be okay?” Chris asked as they stood, shifting Ace against his shoulder to burp him
“If you’re asking me if I’m gonna cry, I’m making no promises.” she quickly admitted
Alex hovered over the nurse while she weighed and measured Ace, and checked his heartbeat. Ace’s face when the cold stethoscope touched his chest was adorably deadpan. However, Chris was the one with all the questions, discussing development stages with the nurse the entire time. Going over Ace’s feeding and sleeping routine, asking if the amount of sleep was too little or too much. Would changing the baby wipes would cause any rashes. How soon would it be before hiding out if he was actually allergic to food or animals. And he jotted it all down in his phone, Alex stopped the nurse short when she offered to give Chris her number for any future questions.
“Al, I can hold him.” Chris offered once it was time for the vaccine shots
“No, it’s fine. I can handle it.” She kept Ace’s head turned away facing Chris. The nurse took a step closer, syringe in hand, Alex moved away slightly. “Sorry.”
The nurse tried again, Alex turned the other way.
“Mrs. Evans, I need you to stop moving him.”
“Al-”
“Okay, you hold him.” she conceded, before handing Ace over to Chris
She chewed her nail and watched from her new spot. Ace cried the second the nurse stuck him, Chris felt tears rising to his eyes. He went to wipe them away before anyone could see but more spilled over hearing the cries getting louder. Ace fidgeted against Chris, a heartbreaking attempt for him to move away from whatever stuck him.
“It’s okay baby.” Alex did her best to soothe him while the nurse prepped for another shot. She looked up at Chris, his cheeks wet but he kept his face straight, Alex wiped the tears away from her husband’s face before repeating “It’s okay baby.”
Seeing Ace’s lip poke out while the nurse moved in to stick him again nearly made Chris go into full defense mode, but he bit the inside of his cheek when the crying started again. Ace’s, not his.
“It’s okay honey, we’re all done with the shots.” the nurse soothed, covering the puncture points with small smiley face band-aids
“Yay, all done!” Alex clapped while Chris kissed the top of his son’s head to calm him “You okay?” Alex gave her husband some comforting back rubs
“Yeah, I’m okay.” He sniffled
"Good because now we have to go to my appointment."
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After chewing down the nails on her left hand, Alex was half through her right one when she was called into her doctor’s exam room. Chris offered to go in with her, but she quickly declined, knowing she would have to be undressed for part, if not most, of the check-up. She done her own self-examination last night, seeing how different she looked down there.
She didn’t want to be vain about it, but the first thing that popped in her head once she looked was how much she needed to get a wax. The second was equally as vain as it was humbling when she thought about having sex with Chris again. Her husband, AKA, Captain freaking America, who could eat to his hearts content and still come out looking as cut as the day she met him. Alex wanted to kick him and kiss him at the same time.
“Well Alex,” her doctor spoke, going over her notes “my main concern for you right now, is your blood pressure. It’s a little higher than usual, what’s your diet like at home?”
“More red meat than before, loads of pasta.” Alex paused to think “I tried string peas, y’know just for research purposes, surprisingly good.”
She chuckled “I tended to lean towards the squash when my first kid was born, but peas were a close second. What about stress?”
Alex shrugged “Fine, I guess. I mean, I can deal with it.”
“Alex, you can’t take this lightly. Stress can be just as harmful as smoking, for both you and your son. You are still breast feeding right?”
“Yes, and I started pumping.”
She jotted down some more notes “Mhmm, and how’s that going? No issues? Low milk supply? Pain while nursing?”
“Aside from the nipple chaffing, not really.” Alex picked at her nails, her doctor noticed
“Alex, I can’t help if you’re not one hundred percent honest with me. It’s bad enough we have doctors that downplay our symptoms because of a bullshit theory that Black people, specifically Black women, have higher pain tolerance. Don’t put on a brave face, not when it comes to your health.”
“Well when you put it like that- I hate pumping, I hate feeding sometimes too. It’s like a bunch of pins and needles sticking me when I do it, just sucking the life out of me. I don’t recognize my body anymore, and I’m warning you now, it’s not pretty down there. As for the stress, my husband and I have been fighting over what’s best for Ace, and our marriage. Which makes me concerned for when I go back to working. My Dad damn near broke his back, my son won’t sleep for longer than an hour, and I think he hates our family dog.” Alex exhaled a sharp breath
“You feel better?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“If you don’t like the feel you have when pumping when why do it?”
“Chris wants to be included in feed Alexander, my son, which I get. He’s gonna be back and forth between working and home again, so he wants his chance to bond with him.”
“But breast feeding is also uncomfortable to you?”
“Only when he fights trying to latch, but once he does and he’s calm, it’s worth it.”
“Have you ever considered formula? Lots of new moms do it, even rotated between that and breast milk. It’s actually proven to help both the mom and the baby.”
“We’ve talked about it, I voted against it.”
“I’m not saying you should, ultimately it’s your choice, but I will recommend, giving it a shot considering the stress you might be going through.” she scribbled down a few more notes “Now physically, how do you feel?”
“In my vagina?”
“There too. Please scoot forward and lay back for me.”
Alex followed orders and put her legs in the stirrups “Mostly tired, out of everything I’m exhausted. I’ve been walking to try and slim down a bit, but the weight isn’t going anywhere.”
“That’s to be expected, a lot of new moms hope for the baby weight to drop right off.” Alex’s doctor explained while pulling on her gloves “However, a lot of it is your uterus trying to shrink back to it’s regular size after being stretched out for nine months. Perfectly normal to like your body isn’t the same anymore, because it’s not. It gets easier the more kids you have.”
Alex chuckled “I don’t plan on having another one for a while.”
“Are you taking birth control?”
“No, Ace’s spit up on my clothes is all the birth control I need right now.” Alex shifted slightly “Plus I don’t really get in the mood too often now a days. Not sure if it’s emotional or mental but I’m just not ready to bring intimacy back in just yet.”
“Well physically, you’re good to go. Stitches are all healed, no signs of infection or tears. I will recommend going easy though, as well as a birth control, in case your mood changes.”
“Thanks, what do you recommend for my marriage?” Alex asked jokingly
“I have an acquaintance who’s a marriage counselor. I can give you her contact information if you like.”
“Um- I think I’ll pass this time Doc.”
“Okay then, I’ll let you get dressed and just talk to Toni at the desk before you leave to set up your next appointment.”
Chris stood once he saw Alex reenter the waiting room, Ace was fast asleep in the carrier.
“What did your doctor say? How are you doing?”
Alex did her best not to hesitate “A little concerned about my diet, said my blood pressure was a bit high, but overall-”
“Are you okay?”
“Chris, let me finish.” she gave him a reassuring smile “I gotta fix my diet, limit my stress and my blood pressure will be fine.”
“What did she say about- other things?” he hinted, a light blush creeping to his cheeks
“Well- my insatiable husband- I should wait a little longer. Nothing is wrong it’s just what she recommends.”
Chris nodded “Okay, not a problem.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders “We’ll wait, doctor’s orders.”
“Doctor’s orders.”
#chris evans x ofc#Chris Evans#Black Writers#OFC#babyblues#marvel#Avengers#Defending Jacob#devil all the time#Sebastian Stan#black reader#the falcon and the winter soldier#rip chadwick boseman
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Ok so someone on Instagram (cough cough tfp_memes_ cough cough go follow them cough cough) made a post on what type of music they think the TFP Autobots would listen to and I got inspired so imma put down what I think the TFP Autobots would listen to
Optimus:
Ok so I feel like a lot of people think that Optimus would listen to old 1940s music such as the Andrew sisters but I think he would be more into 1960s-1980s things, like the Beatles and Billy Joel I could total see Miko trying to him into get Jimi Hendrix (it worked). He would like songs that wouldn’t remind of the aesthetic of Cybertron but the memories he had on Cybertron. Songs that I think he’ll like would be Harvest Moon, Piano man, Uptown Girl, Power of love, and Out of touch.
Ratchet:
Let’s be honest, Ratchet wouldn’t even care about human music in general cause he’s to busy working, BUT he would totally listen to Lofi music. Like something to play in the background while he’s working or something to listen to while trying to fall into recharge. Some artist would be BØJET, Mounkia, Peachy! and lofi and og versions of old 40s songs. In all honesty though Ratchet will just hops on a youtube lofi stream and just vibes
Also if you’re lucky and you look REALLY closely you could see ratchet bobbin his head to the music 👀👀
Arcee:
Arcee would definitely ABSOLUTELY listen to empowering music. Like you know the music that makes you feel like after one listen to it you’re ready to take down a whole dragon? Yea that type of music. Artist and bands she would like would be Little mix, Ariana Grande, Janis Joplin, and maybe just a smudged of girl in red butyoudidnthearthatfromme-. Hey, in this house, queens only listen to queen music 😌✨. Songs she would be would be: beg for it, in my head, piece of my heart, somebody to love, and midnight love (she’s soft let her be-)
Bumblebee:
Bee’s young, he’s bby, and he gives me MAJOR summer vibes. Bee likes some that are soft but also have a nice beat to dance to and he would totally be sucker for any song that had a ukelele in it. Some artist would be Khai dreams, Jack Stauber, Post Malone, Twenty One Pilots, and maybe when he’s alone Joji. I know Bee is young and would probably listen to something more...loud but honestly he just seems like someone who wants to go the beach and hang out with his friends and family. Songs he would like are: Sunflower, Lost in you, Ripetide, Would you be so kind, and you’re my world.
Bulkhead:
We already know bulkhead likes some hard rock so this gave me a good set of ideas. Some artist I think he would like would be KISS, Guns and roses, AC/DC, and Black Sabberh. He basically listens to what your parents listen to. He just likes to listen to whatever Miko likes and it’s not unusually to hear the both of them (and sometimes Jackie as well) singing Welcome to the jungle. Some songs I think he would like would be: Thunderstruck, N.I.B, Rock and roll all nite, and Sweet child of mine
Wheeljack:
This was kinda hard because Wheeljack and Bulkhead would have similar, if not the exact same taste and so it was hard for not to put down the same thing for him. While he would like some of the same artist as Bulkhead he would also like Red Hot Chilli Peppers, Neil Diamond, and Johnny Cash. Of course Jackie would absolutely love to vibe out to AC/DC I believe he would also like somethin more cowboy ish (Hey he gives me major Cowboy Bebop vibes) songs i think he would like would be: Solitary man, Ring of fire, killer queen, tank!, and you’re gonna go far, kid.
Smokescreen:
Smokescreen has to be one of the easiest ones for me since I feel like he would share the same music taste as yours truly (me ✨). Smokey screams rambunctious teen to me so of course some of his taste in music is rubbed off of Miko, but he only gets the rock part of it. Artist he would like would be Neon Trees, Panic! At the Disco, Hot Chelle Rae, and Fall out boy. Smokey likes the teen spirt of the early 2010s. Some songs he would like would be Troublemaker, This love, Tongue tide, American Idiot, and Since you been gone. (Yes I am not joking)
Ultra Magnus:
This is the hardest one periodt. Not only is Magnus not interested in Human culture in general but all he’s focused on is his work and status as second in command. But just because it was hard doesn’t mean it was impossible. That being said, I believe Magnus just picks up the scraps of whatever the other Autobots listen to. An example would be that one day he heard let’s say...Wheeljack talking about Johnny Cash and so Ultra Magnus on his nonexistent free time looks up and listens to Johnny Cash, and he goes hey that’s pretty legit and the next day same happens with Optimus, ya see what I mean? So I think some artist Magnus would be more familiar would be Johnny cash as I stated, Elvis Presley, and the Beatles. Songs be would be familiar with would be: Am I Blue, Heart of gold, hear comes the sun, Yellow Submarine, and Darlin’.
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Hear are some bonus headcanons I had while making this!:
Bumblebee and Smokescreen both absolutely love dayglow and vibe and cry to hot rod and can I call you tonight
Sweet child of mine reminds Bulkhead and Wheeljack of Miko
Arcee got some of her taste in music from June
Since Ultra Magnus doesn’t really go out himself to find new types of music or human entertainment Optimus takes it apon himself to tell and show Magnus some
Wheeljack sometimes does the same but more subtle
Smokescreen also gets some of his taste from Jack
Bumblebee and Raf have times where they just sit somewhere out in Nevada far from human eyes and just listen to music while vibing, just talking about their days, showing eachother memes, and sometimes venting
Raf also showed Ratchet lofi music
Ratchet once hopped on to a lofi streams (ya know the ones for studying with the girl in it) and was doing his work when he saw the live stream chat and just saw all the comments about these humans were staying up with no sleep studying exams as if it was a normal thing and were asking for help on questions on reviews and homework and Ratchet, being the mom he doesn’t know he is, answered them and so other people started asking him questions about their homework and so he continued to help them understand their question. It then led to him completely forgetting his work to helping these high school and college aged humans with their homework and reviews. It also led to him remind them to eat and “GET SOME FRAGGIN SLEEP” which led everyone in the stream calling him dad and long story short he might’ve adopted 100 or so humans-
#transformers prime#transformers#transformers headcanon#tfp#ratchet#Optimus prime#Wheeljack#bumblebee#Arcee#bulkhead#ultra Magnus#smokescreen#tfp optimus prime#tfp ratchet#tfp wheeljack#tfp bumblebee#tfp Arcee#tfp bulkhead#tfp ultra magnus#tfp smokescreen#my works#miko nakadai#rafael esquivel#sorry if some seem longer than others!#ultra magnus duly appointed enforcer of the tyrest accord
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Stark Spangled Forever: Wings
Intro:
They say that once you’ve been inked, it kinda becomes an addiction…
Warnings:
Bad language.
Pairings:
Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark
A/N:This takes place in the SSB universe way beyond Endgame. You don’t have to have read that series to understand or enjoy this but feel free to check it out but be warned this kinda reveals a few things...
SSF Masterlist // WIYPT Masterlist
This one shot was written for @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan ‘s Follower Celebration writing challenge. My prompt was “Is that a new tattoo?”
I also can’t claim credit for the song contained within this fic, I just tweaked one line…all will become clear when you read!
Please re-blog and comment if you enjoy. Tagging all my usual SSB readers.
“Jamie…”Katie sighed exasperatedly as her 9 year old looked up from where he was sprawled on the rug of the den, piecing his newest lego kit that Sam and Bucky had bought him for his birthday “You need to get your stuff for school.”
“Don’t wanna.” he pouted.
“Tough.”
“I don’t feel well.”
“Oh no, really?” Katie bent down, feeling his head. “Hmmmm. You do feel warm. What’s wrong?”
“Sort throat.”
“Oh, well… that means no soccer practice tomorrow then…and you should go straight back to bed until I can take you to the doctors later today…”
Jamie paused and looked up at her and she raised an eyebrow “Nice try Pal.”
“Mommmm”
“Don’t make me shout your father.” she used her ace card.
Jamie gave an exaggerated sigh and stood up, rolling his eyes. Katie bit her lip to stop herself laughing at the utter indignation on his face.
“It’s Friday dude.” she smiled at him. “You got all weekend to play legos if that’s what you wanna do.”
“Does that mean I can stay up late tonight to work on it?” he asked hopefully.
“Define late.” Katie looked at him.
“11?”
“Hmmmm, I dunno.” she said playfully.
“Please?”
“I’ll speak to your dad.” she said and he smiled at her, the pair of them both knowing full well that Steve was a soft touch when it came to stuff like that. He’d probably be there helping him out with it anyway.
“Ok Mom. Can you make sure Harry doesn’t touch it whilst I’m at school?”
“I’ll keep this door shut, I promise.” Katie assured him.
He left the room and true to her word Katie shut the door to the den and watched him head up the stairs, passing Aurora who was on her way down with her rucksack, Steve right behind her with their youngest placed on his hip.
“Hi mammamama!” Harry babbled at her and she grinned, taking him off Steve and planting a kiss to his cheek.
“Hi baby!” she grinned as his hand instantly went to grab the chain of her necklace.
“Jamie not planning on going to school today?” Steve asked her with a grin as Rori headed off to find her shoes.
“Tried telling me he was sick so he could stay home and play legos.” she snorted “Soon decided he was ok when I told him that meant no soccer practice tomorrow morning.”
Steve shook his head, smiling to himself.
“Daddy?” Rori tugged on his trouser leg and he turned his attention to her.
“What’s up Princess?”
“I can’t find my sneakers.”
“Where did you leave them?” he asked, his hand gently dropping to the back of her head.
“Erm…” she pondered for a moment, before she looked up at her mom bashfully.
“Somebody left them in the middle of the lounge…” Katie looked at her. “So the Fairies put them away.”
“Sorry…” Rori wrinkled her nose and blinked up at her mom.
“It’s ok. They’re on the shoe rack sweetie.” Katie nodded to the kitchen in the direction of the utility room located at the back of the house.
“Thanks momma.” she said, running off to retrieve them.
“What time does Emmy’s train get in?” Steve looked at Katie.
“Just after twelve.” Katie said, blowing a raspberry on Harry’s cheek. “I’ll meet her and then take her straight to get inked…”
Steve let out a breath from his nose. All Emmy had talked about since turning 21st was a tattoo. Steve wasn’t particularly sure he approved but then what could he do? She was an adult now. Katie hadn’t been bothered, but then as she’d pointed out, she had a big enough one on her thigh so it would be fairly hypocritical if she had. Emmy had won Steve over though when she’d asked him to draw it for her. She’d described what she wanted, a small Phoenix type bird that would sit just above her ankle. So after a few designs and sketches she’d finally settled on something she wanted and after a consultation she was having it done this afternoon.
“You staying with her?” Steve looked at Katie, concern etched across his face. Katie gave a soft laugh.
“She’s a big girl now Steve but yeah, I’m gonna stay.” she said, tugging on his beard playfully.
“Good.” he nodded, jerking his head out of reach. “Do you need me to pick the kids up later or…”
“No, by the time their afterschool clubs are done we’ll have finished so I’ll do it.” she smiled as Rori came back, sneakers in her hand. She sat on the bottom step and proceeded to push her feet into the pink converse, Steve crouching down on one knee to tie her shoelaces for her.
“Thanks daddy.”
“You’re welcome sweetheart.” he said, dropping a kiss to her head before he turned to look up the stairs “Jamie! Come on!”
“I’m coming…” came the surly reply, and no sooner had they heard it he appeared at the top of the steps, rucksack in hand.
“Drop the attitude.” Steve said sternly as Jamie trudged down the stairs, scowling. Steve looked at Katie, raising his eyebrow as their eldest son stalked past them, heading to the door, Rori running behind him.
“Wait for me Jay…” she called, her small feet slapping on the tiles of the hallway as she went.
“Told you…” Katie said, smirking “He’s a mini you…”
“That filthy look he had on his face? That is a Stark expression.” Steve said, looking back at her as he picked Rori’s rucksack up.
“Is not.” Katie laughed “That’s the face you make whenever someone’s pissing you off.”
Steve gave a snort before he dropped a soft kiss to her lips, making Harry shriek.
“Kissy!” he laughed.
“See you later.” Steve smiled against her mouth “Love you.”
“You too” she said, and with a last peck and a ruffle of Harry’s hair he headed after Jamie and Rori, barking out an instruction for them to quit their squabble over who was sitting in the front seat.
“Easy solution…” Katie heard Steve say loudly “You can both get in the back. End of discussion.”
Their protest’s died as the door snapped shut.
Katie chuckled to herself and looked at Harry “Shall we get you ready to go too baby boy?”
“Go!” he nodded, grinning.
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Katie’s morning was reasonably easy. A meeting and a manuscript to review which she’d managed to do by half 11. Changing out of her office clothes into a loose pair of sweats, trainers and a hoody she headed out and made her way to Grand Central.
She spotted Emmy emerging into the main terminal and swept her daughter up into a hug.
“Hey mom.” Emmy said, squeezing her back.
“Ready to go get inked?” Katie asked, Emmy grinned and slung her satchel over one shoulder, linking her arm through her mom’s.
“You eaten?” Katie asked as they walked out into the early April sun.
“Yeah, followed the instructions.” Emmy nodded.
“Good.” Katie said. “Nervous?”
“A little.” Emmy shrugged “It’s gonna hurt right?”
“It’s not so bad.” Katie shrugged, “Some places hurt more apparently but…most important thing to remember is if you need a break just ask.”
“Ok.”
The two women walked a few blocks, catching up. It had been a couple of weeks since Emmy was home, fast approaching the last few weeks of the semester at Harvard before her exams started. All of her marks so far had been sky high, leaving her parents immensely proud, although both had taken great pains to tell her that they didn’t care what the outcome was, as long as she tried her best.
Eventually they reached the place and Emmy opened the door, stepping in. David, the man that had done the consultation a few weeks back beckoned them both through.
“Ok, so…” he said, tilting the screen to show Emmy the picture of her design he’d scanned “I gotta say I’m excited about this one, it’s pretty unique.”
“My dad drew it.” Emmy beamed.
“It’s phenomenal.” David smiled “I had to sharpen some of the lines up but there’s no major changes. Are you happy with it?”
Emmy nodded.
“Ok, and yours Mrs Rogers…” David clicked and the imaged changed. “The touches we’re adding to your thigh are fairly straight forward but this one…this is what I think it is right?”
Katie nodded.
“Awesome…” David smiled, and hit print and stood up to collect both the prints.
“Have you told Dad?” Emmy looked at her. Katie smirked and shook her head.
“Nope.” she popped the p on the word “Thought it would be a nice surprise when he gets to see it later.”
“I’m not sure if I should be grossed out by that thought or not.” Emmy mumbled and Katie simply laughed.
Just over 2 and a half hours later they were done, leaving the parlour with strict after care instructions. Emmy had hardly flinched through hers, whereas Katie’s new one had been slightly uncomfortable due to the placing.
“Think that earned us a beer…” Katie said checking her watch. “Come on, we got time before we need to collect the heathens.”
*****
“Show me! Show me!” Rori demanded.
“You can’t see it yet short stuff.” Emmy said fondly “It’s still wrapped up.”
“When can you unwrap it?” Jamie asked.
“Another hour or so yet.” Katie answered “So quit bugging your sister and go put your school bags away.”
“Emmy do you wanna watch Sponge Bob with me?” Rori asked.
“Only if we can sing the special song…” Emmy grinned, holding her hand out for a hi-five. Rori giggled, and slapped her smaller palm against her sister’s.
“What special song?” Katie looked at her.
“Oh just a variation on the theme tune we made up.” Emmy said, grinning mischievously
“I dread to think.” Katie muttered, watching Jamie and Rori head up stairs to deposit their rucksacks in their room.
Katie bustled around making dinner, simple spaghetti and meatballs as requested by all 4 kids...well, the elder 3...Harry merely clapped his hands and yelled “getty” in agreement. She was stood stirring the sauce when she heard Steve walk through the door an toss his keys onto the table in the hall little under an hour later.
“Daddy’s home!” she heard Rori shriek and a moment later Steve chuckled.
“Hey…” he said, sweeping her up and placing a kiss on her cheek. He carried her through to the kitchen where he greeted Harry with a ruffle of the hair as he sat by the table doodling on a pad with Emmy.
“Hi sweetie.” Steve said, as Emmy stood up to give him a hug. “How was the tattooing?”
“Good.” she nodded, “Oh, actually, mom….should I unwrap it now?”
“Errr, yeah.” Katie said, turning the heat down on the stove and accepting the kiss Steve offered. “Can you watch these 2. I’ll go help Emmy out…”
“Sure.” Steve said, “Where’s Jamie?”
“2 guesses” Katie grinned at him and Steve shook his head, smiling, knowing full well that meant he was nose deep in lego.
Katie and Emmy bounded up the stairs and returned about 15 minutes later, Emmy proudly showing off the design on her right ankle. Steve had to admit, it did look pretty good, but then he would say that, he drew it after all.
They dragged Jamie out of the den for dinner, where the boy managed 2 helpings before he ran off again, almost having a meltdown when Katie told him he had to share the den as Rori wanted to watch Cartoons. One stern look from Steve nipped the tantrum in the bud and the 4 kids departed once dishes had been deposited in the sink, Katie waving away Emmy’s offer to help, telling her to go spend some time with her siblings. It didn’t take her and Steve long to clear down and they were heading towards the living room to collapse onto the sofa together, but the shriek and cheers coming from the den made them both stop in their tracks.
“What on Earth are they watching?” Steve looked at his wife.
“Sponge Bob, apparently…” Katie said. The two looked at one another, before they headed back towards the den and peeked through the door which was open a crack.
Emmy was stood, swaying with Harry held on her hip, the pair of them laughing, whilst Jamie was doing some kind of strange running man dance as Rori bounced up and down on the sofa as the opening credits began to roll. Emmy opened her mouth and started singing along to the opening theme tune in a pirate voice.
Only she wasn’t singing the theme tune. They were completely different words.
“Who lived as a Capsicle under the sea?” Emmy paused to look at Jamie and Rori who both yelled back in chorus, Harry mimicking them as best he could whilst clapping his hands.
“CAPTAIN ROGERS!”
Steve blinked, looked at Katie, his mouth dropping open as she burst out laughing at the look of utter confusion and perplexment on his face. She pushed the door open further and all the kids turned to see their parents watching them. But instead of stopping, they continued to sing even louder at Steve as he folded his arms and leaned against the door frame.
“Saluting a hello and killing Nazis…” Emmy continued
“CAPTAIN ROGERS!”
“If patriotism be something you wish…”
“CAPTAIN ROGERS!”
By this point Katie was laughing that hard she couldn’t breathe. She doubled over, tears pouring from her face as the kids continued their relentless serenade to their father.
“Then throw a big shield and punch with your fist…”
“CAPTAIN ROGERS!”
That was it. Steve couldn’t keep his face straight any longer and he too started to laugh, grinning as Rori ran over to him and pulled on his hands dragging him into the room to make him twirl her round.
Eventually the song stopped and the room was simply filled with laughter which died down. Steve wiped his eyes and looked at his kids before he crossed his arms.
“You’re all grounded.” he smirked, and then ran as they started pelting him with throw cushions.
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Later that night, as always, Steve couldn’t stop his eyes from roving his wife’s body as she walked out of the en-suite and into the bedroom, dressed in one of his shirts and a pair of sleep shorts ready for bed. As he lounged on top of the duvet, back propped up against the headboard, his gaze travelled down the lines of her body and he frowned as he spotted something on her thigh that looked different.
Suddenly it dawned on him what it was.
“Is that…is that a new tattoo?” Steve sat up, looking at her leg then to her face, and back again.
“Technically it’s an addition to an existing one.” Katie grinned as she made her way to the bed and knelt up in front of Steve. His hands gently fell to her hips as he examined the new ink. The area surrounding one of the 4 stars that formed part of the original tattoo had been shaded with red and gold in a water colour effect. He didn’t need her to explain, but she did anyway.
“That’s for Tony.” she said softly, “And these…” she pointed out 4 additional stars she’d had placed within the existing design “One for each of the kids.”
“Not one for me?” he eventually pouted playfully, looking back up at her.
She bit her lip and grinning slightly, pulled his shirt over her head leaving her top half naked, and she turned her torso slightly the left, holding her arm over her breasts so he could see. His eyes widened as he saw the design that was now etched onto her skin just underneath her left breast on her rib cage.
It was his wings. The wings he had worn on his helmet. The wings adopted by the Howlies as their symbol in the war. And above that sat a star that was the same as the others on her thigh.
“That’s for you…” she said softly.
Steve was struggling for words. There was something he was finding outrageously sexy about the fact she’d had that placed somewhere that no one would really see other than him. And something ridiculously sentimental about the design she had chosen.
“Do you like it Soldier?” she asked softly, biting her lip.
He looked up at her, smiling as his hands gripped her bare waist and he pulled her down with him so she was led on top of him. “I love it.”
“I love you…” she grinned, melting into his arms as his hands ran up her bare back, her nose nudging his softly.
“Back at ya pretty girl.” he smirked, before his lips claimed hers in a heated kiss.
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Day 13 : Pining - Sal Fisher
Okay, first of all, yay! For learning a new word!
At first I read this as ‘Pinning’ instead of ‘Pining’ and I had a whole different concept of how this would go.
So when I learnt what this super weird looking word meant, I had to spontaneously change the character.
But I think I made the right choice <3
Art by https://iron-dude.tumblr.com
“Sal, are you home? Are you alone? We need to talk, it’s very important. Code red urgent.” I texted Sal, biting my lip as I clutch the letter in my hand really hard, trying not to break it.
“Yeah, you can come over. What happened? Is it the cult again?” he texted back almost instantly, making me smile at his concern.
“No bb it’s oki. I’ll be there in a sec. Love u.” I send him immediately, already on my way out to Addison Apartments, where Sal was already waiting in the doorway.
I hug him tightly, guiding him to his room where we stood criss-crossed on the bed facing each other, not really daring to say anything for a while before I sighed, my hands trembling.
“Kat...? What happened? Can I help in any way? Or do you want to just talk?” he asked with so much worry in his voice that I almost started crying.
“Promise you wont hate me? No matter what I’m gonna tell you? I love you so much that I don’t want to lose you.” I usher, no daring to look up just yet.
“What...? Kat, sweetheart, you know I could never hate you. What’s going on, please tell me.” he held my hands, trying to calm me down.
“Remember when I told you that I applied for a few top tier Vet Universities in the country? And I had to go away for about a week or so to go around and take a bunch of Entrance exams and I had all those panic attacks and depression break downs and whatever?” I held his hands, finally able to find my voice.
“Yeah, of course I remember. Why, what happened? Are you okay? Did you have another panic attack or some of those moods and you didn’t tell me?” he asked, sort of panicked.
“Read this.” I hand him the envelope and he gently takes it, reading it out loud.
“Dear Miss Katrina Black, we are happy to inform you that you got accepted to our University...Oh my Goodness, Kat, that’s insane! This is the best Vet Uni in the country, you’re amazing! I knew you could do it!” he threw his arms around me, hugging me tightly as I lost my balance and fell on the pillows, giggling a bit.
“Yeah...It is great, isn’t it? I wasn’t expecting to make it.” I chuckled nervously, hugging him back.
“I was sure you’d make this. You’ve worked so hard these years, it would have been impossible not to. And besides, you’ve always been so smart and you love animals so much, you’ll make an amazing Vet!” he tried to hype me up, but despite how happy I was, I was still conflicted.
“Sal...It’s in another state. I will have to move to another state by myself for 6 years, and I’ll only be able to come back home for holidays, as far as I know. It’s...Pretty far from here and I don’t think I can afford train tickets. You know how bad we’re doing with money, especially now that we were finally able to find a slightly bigger apartment in which I will be able to move in once I’m out of Uni...Which is in another city too. This is what I wanted to talk about, Sal. We have to figure out what to do.” I raised again, looking down at him, and I could see his eyes widening in realisation from behind the mask.
“Ah...You’re right. I didn’t realse that until now. You’ve always been the one to think of everything.” he chuckled slightly.
“That’s why I said I hoped you wouldn’t hate me. I won’t be able to be here and see each other too often. And you know how distance takes its toll on relationships...I don’t want that to happen to us too. I’m...Kinda scared.” I mutter the last bit, my lip, feeling tears threatening to spill.
“Baby, it’s okay. We love each other and that’s what matters, right? 6 years will fly like a breeze, especially since we’re both in Uni, it’s gonna be a lot of work and we won’t even realise when we already get to see each other again. And besides, we have phones to text and call each other, right?” he tried to reason, and got into a sitting position too, putting his hands on my shoulders.
“Won’t you...Y’know...Get bored of being alone or something? There’s only so many holidays per year...” I looked away, insecurity and nervousness taking over me.
“Kat...Remember the time when we met? And then, when you first saw my face?” Sally asked all of a sudden, making me turn my gaze to his, raising my eyebrow in confusion.
“What do you mean...? Of course I remember. What does it have to do with this situation?” I blinked, trying to understand the connection, but instead, he took off his mask, looking at me with a smile.
“You were the shyest kid in class, and yet, when the bullies started making fun of me, you were the only one who said something. And then they started making fun of you, and you started crying, and then I started beating them up, and we all got suspended. You’ve always been so sensitive and emotional, I guess your empathy is what brought us together.” he had tears in his eyes, remembering that memory, but it kinda made me cringe.
“Uh...Yeah, you got attracted to a cry-baby, great job, darling.” I chuckled awkwardly, wiping away a tear from the corner of my eye.
“A cry-baby who’s the sweetest and kindest person in the world. Remember when some idiot in class thought it’d be funny to unclasp my mask in class, and you got sooo pissed off that you hugged my face to your chest to hide it while you yelled at the kids and tried to put back my mask without looking? But then the teacher came so it was only the two of us in the class, and I let you look and you just kissed my cheek and put my mask back? Jeez, that was such a long time ago, but I remember so well. I started crying, and yet, you call yourself cry-baby? Pshhhh, as if.” he chuckled in amusement at the memory that I remembered so fondly, as I kissed his cheek now too, just like back then.
“I can’t forget that, Sugar Plum Fairy Sally. Your pigtails were so cute, I always loved making them for you.” I grinned, taking Sal’s hair and pulled up his beautiful long blue hair, making it seem as if he had pigtails again.
“My point is, Kat, that my heart has been with you since that moment, and there’s no way that will change. So really, go there, smash your way through Uni, and when this is over, we’ll both be adults and we can...Uh...I don’t know what adults do, but we’ll be independent. At least financially.” he shrugged, making it obvious that he doesn’t want to back away from this.
“Y’know...While I can’t take you with me at the Students’ Hall during Uni...We can move in together in my new apartment after I finish Uni. It will be only mine, after all. It would be nice not to be alone...And if it’s you, then...Well...” I looked up at him with a timid smile, which mirrored his, as he put his arms around me again, kissing my forehead.
“It will all go well, dear. I promise.” he reassured me, and I could finally feel at peace.
Of course, these 6 years have been very difficult, because we always wanted to be close to one another and we missed each other so much. Holidays only became teases as the time spent together was so short, yet meaningful, and having to go back to Uni only made the cut run even deeper.
We would cross days, weeks, months and years, making small progress and objectives out of each holiday passed, each year passed, until the 6 years finally passed and we had such a powerful longing for each other, that it almost seemed like our hearts would break each day until we would see each other again.
His Uni was only 4 years long, so he finished faster, and I was SO proud seeing him in his graduation robes, and then him throwing the cap in the air with the rest of his colleagues. I couldn’t help myself taking so many pics of my beautiful boy.
The same happened vice versa, when I finished and he came over for my graduation, it turned into an outright photoshoot without even realising. And even better, Larry, Ash, Todd and Neil were able to come over too, so we managed to have such a cool party that everyone enjoyed.
The final exams and my license presentation went by very fast, and after that, I was able to get my Masters and PhD in no time, despite having to stay there more than 6 years, but it was worth it.
In the mean time, Sal would constantly text me motivational, loving, emotionally supportive things, knowing how prone to depression I am and that it’s still very hard for me to keep the straight path towards the light.
When I was finally over with my education, my parents drove over to help me pack everything there, then we got directly to my new apartment that I decorated the way I dreamt.
What I wasn’t expecting, however, was to see Sally and the rest there, with lots of “Welcome Home” decorations, balloons and all that, making me start sobbing, completely overwhelmed by emotions, not even able to talk.
“I missed you so much, baby. Welcome home.” Sally muttered into my ear as he hugged me tightly, swinging me around a bit.
“I love you so much, Sal, I love you so much. I missed you so so so fucking much, I can’t believe we’re finally at this point where I don’t have to be cities away from you and I can see you every godamn day when I come home, and wake up with you every morning.” I cry into his chest, clutching the back of his shirt tightly, still trembling a bit from the emotions.
“It’s okay, sweety, we’re finally together and nothing can change us. We will be okay now, I promise. I love you so much, Kat. So much. I’m so glad we’re finally together now.” he held me tight to his chest, stroking my hair reassuringly, as he always did.
“Yo, dudes, enough with the depressing shit, let’s par-TAAAAY!” Larry shouted at us, making us laugh as he brought CDs of Sanity’s Fall, AC/DC, Dir en Grey, Linkin Park and many others, while Ash brought the snacks and Todd and Neil brought the drinks, while my parents kissed my cheeks before leaving us to our party.
All day and night we gossiped, exchanged all the stories possible, stupid or not, we sang karaoke, played video and board games, got shitfaced drunk out of happiness and all that, and God, was it so godamn fine having everyone together again.
Of course, the next day they had to leave, except for Sally who moved in with me, thankfully, but now it would be much easier to go and visit our friends.
The next day, we just stood cuddled together in bed, our legs intertwined, our arms around each other, occasionally kissing each other and confession our love to each other here from time to time, when we wanted to break the comforting silence.
“I missed you so much, baby. I have no words to explain, but it hurt so much knowing that you’re so far away. Every day was so painful, even though I had friends and hung out with them, went to a few parties, conventions and what not. Studying managed to take my mind away from that dark feeling that kept eating me away, but at night...Gosh, the nights were the worst. I spent so many times crying ‘cause I was feeling so lonely and I just wanted to go to you and have you in my arms all night. Sometimes it was so godamn hard not to give up everything...But I had to. That’s what I always say. I have to. I must. And I did it, and now, I’m finally with you, just like I’ve always dreamt.” I poured my heart out to him, stroking his smooth hair, gazing lovingly at his face.
“I know, honey, I know, but it’s okay now. I had a lot of help from our friends, and now that Lisa married dad, making Larry my brother made it better, otherwise, I don’t know what I’d have done. Uni was tough as all hell, but I had you as my ambition to keep on going so we could finally meet up to this point. You’re a doctor now, Kat. Doctor Kitty. I couldn’t let you down, y’know? I had to be in your league. Now we can both make money and travel the world, just like we’ve always dreamt of. Can you believe we’ve been together for what? 10 years or so? Unbelievable. And you didn’t get bored of me. You’re still my girlfriend, do you even realise how lucky and proud I am to say that I’m your boyfriend? Jeez, I’m still shook sometimes when I think back at everything we’ve been through and how happy I feel every time I think of you, of your smile, of your gentle touch, your soft lips, how warm you are, how mesmerising your chocolate perfume is, how pretty you look all the time without even trying, how much I love having you in my arms when we sleep together...And...And...Even when...When...We’d make love, it felt like the most ethereal thing in the world, like I was in a dream. I love you, Kat. So much, it’s unreal.” he whispered the last bit, as if afraid that if he said any louder, the spell will break.
“I love you, Sal. Nothing is ever going to change that. I am yours and you are mine, forever and ever.” I kissed him, hooking my pinky to his, to show him that I pinky promise everything will be okay.
“Forever and ever.” he repeated after me, in a voice as sweet as never before.
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