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Masterpiece

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Pairing: bartender!bucky x college!reader (age gap of 10-ish years)

Word count: a little over 8K (sorryyyyyyy)

Summary: you’ve been dating Bucky for a few months now, and it’s your final art show before you graduate, and he’s excited to see your final piece.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI Bucky (he needs his own warning in this one), pet names (sugar, baby, sir, daddy), alcohol and weed consumption, tiny bit of self doubt from Bucky but it doesn’t last long, he’s head over heels guys, smut at the end, like, detailed smut. If you don’t wish to read it, I’ve put a divider where it starts 😌 fingering, oral (f receiving), Bucky talks a lot in bed, unprotected sex (protect yourself irl please)

A/N: this is my first time like really writing smut so please bare with me but i hope you love it 🫶🏼

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Series Masterlist || Bucky Masterlist || Main Masterpost

Bucky adjusted the cuff of his sleeve around his wrist, fidgeting with the fabric as he glanced at the clock for the thousandth time in the past hour.

He was meeting you at the final art show of your school before summer -it was your final show. You were graduating in just a couple weeks and he wanted to be by your side for all of it if you'd let him.

Though he didn't know anything about art - other than the fact that he loved watching you paint. You got this look on your face when you were focused and it was as if you were oblivious to anything else going on around you. The way your brows would just slightly crease in the middle as your eyes locked on to the colors you were working with or the canvas set on the easel. Sometimes the tip of your tongue would prod at your bottom lip or at the inside of your cheek while you decided what little details needed more of your attention.

There had been countless nights of you working on your final pieces for this exhibit being put together by your professor where Bucky got the opportunity to keep you company. You liked to paint in the bar while he worked, using the paints he'd gotten for you for Christmas. He'd come around to the corner that everyone knew was now yours where he'd make you take a much needed break, usually getting you to listen if he had a small plate of food from Sam. You'd usually take that time to ask him what he thought of what you had so far, even though he wasn't sure how much of a help he actually was.

Most of your paintings were of his regulars and every single one blew him away. But you never let him see the final piece, so he was excited to see tonight what you'd made.

After clasping his watch around his wrist, Bucky took one last glance at himself in the mirror to make sure he looked alright.

He hoped he wasn't over dressed in his suit, you hadn't told him exactly what kind of attire he should show up in, other than he needed to dress nice and that he should wear maroon. He'd had Natalia go with him to pick it out - he hadn't needed a suit in years so he didn't exactly have one ready. She'd helped him pick it out but now that he was looking at himself, it felt like too much.

He wasn't really sure what you saw in him if he was being honest with himself. He was a little over a decade older than you and it showed. He'd started sporting more gray in his beard than he liked to admit and there were permanent wrinkles in the corners of his eyes. The smile lines and the frown lines both sunk a little deeper into his cheeks. He preferred a night in, reading a new book, over a night out.

Maybe I should lose the tie? He thought as studied his appearance.

He reached up to pull the fabric around his neck loose when there was a knock at the door.

"Bucky!" Ana's voice filtered through the door, "Are you ready? We've gotta go if we're gonna catch the subway in time!"

Pulling open his front door, he realized maybe he wasn't too overdressed. Ana was in a baby blue floor length, thin strapped dress with a slit up her thigh, though it didn't look too uncomfortable - in fact, it looked incredibly soft - and a pair of strappy heels. Her girlfriend, Val, was in a pair of pin striped pants, a black turtleneck, and a pair of nice white shoes to finish the look.

"Oh don't you look nice!" Ana claimed after taking in his suit.

"Really?" He asked, "I feel like it's too much." He looked again in the mirror by the door, tugging at the tie. "Should I forget the tie?"

She pondered for a moment, looking him up and down, taking in the charcoal black slacks and matching coat, the maroon button up shirt and the black tie around his neck.

"It depends," She started, "Do you want to look like a businessman? Or do you want to look like a sexy dilf?"

"I, um, I don't know," He felt his face flush as he stuttered for an answer, "I just don't want to over do it."

Ana smirked, "Loose the tie, bring the jacket, but don't wear it."

He nodded before pulling the tie off and shucking the jacket, carrying it over his arm. He grabbed his keys and went to follow them out before Ana's hand popped up in front of his chest.

"And undo the top button," She declared. "Actually, the top two."

The outside of the building was rather plain in Bucky's opinion. The sunset was reflecting off of the large floor to ceiling windows that were framed in black, and he could see the exhibit all put together on the other side of the glass.

There were already several people filling the space, but you'd told everyone you'd meet them outside. Bucky watched the crowd pass by on the sidewalk as Ana and Val discussed their plans for tomorrow night.

He'd never been to something like this. Sure, he'd accompanied you to the art museum, but this was for you. He came to support you specifically and he felt like maybe something was missing now.

Should I have brought flowers? A gift? He gnawed on the edge of his bottom lip as he looked around. Usually there were vendors out, selling little nick nacks or souvenirs. Really just anything to make a living. And among those was typically a flower cart. But as he looked around, the carts of random items were nowhere to be seen, packed and gone home for the night.

He let out a disappointed sigh through his nose and turned his attention back to the door right as you walked out.

His mind stopped working as he saw you, time freezing for him as he took you in.

You were wearing a beautiful long sleeve dress with a shawl collar, its color split down the middle. The left side was a deep black, the right matching the same maroon as his dress shirt. The waist was cinched in just enough high on your waist to accentuate the curves you already had and the flared hem stopped just below your knees. There were black strappy heels on your feet and your hair was styled perfectly. And to top it off, you were wearing the simple rose gold necklace he'd seen you wear everywhere you went, the jewelry resting on its claimed spot of your collar.

He didn't take another breath until your eyes landed on him and you gave him that amazing smile of yours, your lips lined in the same deep maroon. You weaved yourself around the people lingering at the front of the building until you stopped just short before him. The heels you were wearing gave you a little bit of height, but he was still taller than you by at least half a head.

"Hi," You breathed it out as if the sight of him had stolen your breath too.

"Hi," He couldn't stop the corners of his lips from pulling up as he gazed down at you. "You look stunning."

You didn't fight the grin that took over you as you muttered a 'thanks' and ducked your head. You reached for his arm, setting your hand against it as you looked back up at him, "You don't look too bad yourself."

Ana clearing her throat had you two whipping your heads to her and Val, "While you do look amazing," She stated with a pointed finger at you, "It's getting chilly out so maybe we can take this love fest inside?"

Bucky's cheeks flushed and he stifled his laugh as you tried to glare at your roommate while being obviously flustered that you'd walked right past her. You straightened your back and squared your shoulders.

"Only because you asked so nicely," You bit back. The small venom in your words didn't hold any actual mal intent, and everyone in your group knew that as they laughed. Ana and Val lead the way, holding the door open for you and Bucky.

At the feeling of Bucky's hand resting on the small of your back, you glanced over your shoulder, giving him your small smile again before turning and leading him inside.

The inside was dark, the walls a dark gray, almost black. Each art piece on display had a warm off-white spotlight shining on it. Bucky expected the space to be louder than it was, just by seeing how many people were here, but he was pleasantly surprised when everyone's conversations were mere murmurs and mumbles as you all passed by, most of them drowned out by the subtle music playing over the speakers.

You took him on a tour around the gallery, arm in arm and pointing out pieces that were made by your friends. They were all wonderful and amazing pieces, but he really just wanted to see your stuff, but he remained patient while you were stopped by peers and professors from your college along the way, only speaking when you introduced him. This was your night, and he wasn't going to take that away from you by stealing conversations. He also didn't know much about art, only really about how much time and effort went into each piece - thanks to you and Steve - so he wasn't about to pretend he knew what he was talking about.

Looking ahead to the direction you were leading him before you got stopped again, he could notice one of the paintings he'd watched you paint. You'd been sitting in your chair on the other side of your living room while he was watching a show - well, he was supposed to be watching a show, but he couldn't take his eyes off of you.

"Bucky?" Your voice caught his attention again, along with a tug on his sleeve, and he looked over to you. You had a worried look on your face, but the girl who'd stopped you just a moment ago was still there.

"What, sugar?" He asked.

"If you're bored, you can go on ahead, it's okay," You were trying not to let too much of any emotion into your voice with how quiet you were being. Something about the way you said it made Bucky think he's not the first person you said that to. But who in their right mind would make you feel like you had to say that? Who would be so disinterested in you before him that now you had the instinct to tell him not to wait for you? It was unacceptable.

"I'm perfectly fine where I am, don't worry about me," he grinned down at you, trying to ease the sudden anxiety coming off of you in waves. You smiled, letting your shoulder relax as you turned back to your friend Zoe, who could only help but smirk at the two of you.

"Hey," she said, gaining both of your attention, "My roommates and I are having a small party to celebrate today, you should come. Both of you."

"Oh, I'd love to, but," You turned to Bucky, "Don't you have to work?"

"I do," He grinned, "But I can always take off early, meet you there. If you want?"

"Who would close the bar?"

"Hey, give Sam some credit, he knows how to close the bar on his own. He's a big boy."

You laughed at that before turning to Zoe, "We'll be there."

You went your separate ways, linking your arm with Bucky's and leading him down the hall where your artwork was on display. "You sure you want to party with a bunch of youngsters, old man?" You leaned in and asked, earning a laugh from him before he sighed.

"Oh, I don't know. I may have doomed myself, huh?"

"Mhm, probably." You hummed with a giggle before turning him to an open room with statues in the middle, your pieces lining the walls on the other side.

You knew the second he saw it, almost as soon as you walked in, because he took in a sharp breath, eyes locked on the other side of the room.

"Whoa," He breathed out, hesitating to take another step closer. Your nerves grew with his sudden change of movements and you couldn't help but squeeze his elbow.

"You like it?" You asked, and he must've sensed your worries through your voice because he whipped his head to you.

"This is incredible," He said while pointing at it.

It was a combination of different sized canvases all painted in his bar, placed strategically across the whole wall. Each one contained a different scene, but they were manipulated just enough to where if you stood at the right angle, they created one large picture. All of his regulars, your friends, his friends who worked with him, all there. In the center was him, with a cocktail shaker in his hands and a smile on his face.

"What was your theme for this?" He asked, finally walking closer to see all of his favorite faces on the wall.

"I chose community, family, a support system," You explained, "And you have such a strong one, I couldn't help it."

"You missed someone, though," He said, his voice dropping in disappointment and you couldn't help it when the smile on your lips fell.

"What? What do you mean?" You looked from him to the wall, searching the faces for who was missing. You were there often enough that you knew everyone who was a regular. You knew. There was no way you missed anyone.

"You," He looked at you with an exaggerated pout, "You're not in here."

You couldn't help the coo that you let slip from your lips and you held in a laugh, "Aw, I'm sorry. I'll have to paint one and fit me in somewhere."

He smiled at that, "I know where you can go."

"Oh yeah? Where's that?" You asked as he pulled you close with one hand and looking at the painting, pointed to a spot with his other.

"Right next to me."

"Bucky!" You called out as you padded down the driveway straight for him. You'd exchanged the dress and heels from earlier for a more comfortable outfit, joggers covering your legs and a loose long sleeved shirt keeping you warm.

He braced himself, steadying his feet and holding out his arms before you crashed into him. Your giggles flooded his ears as he stumbled backward but held on tight to you, keeping you both from toppling to the ground.

"Hi, sugar," He chuckled into your hair. You smelled like weed and beer and he could only imagine what he'd been missing as you squoze him to death. You nuzzled your nose into his neck, inhaling and getting one more squeeze in before you pulled away.

"You always smell so good," You had a half pout on your face as you pulled back, "It's not fair."

He let out a hearty laugh at that, "How's it not fair?"

"Because I know there are girls out there that see you at the bar and then get a whiff of your cologne and a look at your face and then they want you, but they can't have you, cause you're mine," You rambled and he laughed, doing his best to ignore the way his heart skipped a beat at you calling him yours.

"I still don't understand how it's not fair to you, but alright."

"It's not fair because I wanna smell like you all the time," You mumbled before turning and tugging him toward the house.

"You know all you have to do is ask and that can be arranged, right?" He asked, watching you walk in front of him.You peaked over your shoulder at him with an amused but curious look in your eyes and he smiled. "It's kind of a perk to, ya know, dating me. If you ask, I'll give you anything."

"Anything, huh?" You cheekily asked as you opened the door to the house, the music spilling out into the garage as you led him inside.

"Don't make me regret saying that," he chuckled.

You led him to the kitchen, getting him a drink that you made incredibly strong. To get him caught up is what you claimed it was for. Though by the way your eyes were rimmed red, he'd be right to assume you were more stoned than you were drunk.

He thought that he'd stand out too much at this party, being a decade older than pretty much everyone there, but all of your college friends were good about including him. Inviting him to play drinking games, roping him into conversations he actually enjoyed, and even offering him what you'd smoked. He'd taken a couple small hits, but he wanted to be able to drive you home later so he kept it light. He'd actually driven for you, and he never really pulled his car out of the garage - it was easier to walk the city.

He liked being here with you, even if you were on the other side of the room, dancing your heart out with your friends. He got to sit back and watch, reveling in the warmth that spread through his chest - whether it be from the small amount of liquor or from seeing you so happy he wasn't sure - but he'd welcome it regardless.

He loved seeing you so carefree. Usually, you constantly had your head in your paints and pencils, working on your next piece. And he was so proud of you, don't get him wrong, but he was glad you were letting yourself go, even if it was just for the night. He was sure you'd be right back to it tomorrow - well, maybe in a couple days, he was sure you'd probably have a killer hangover in the morning.

The music changed and he watched as you stole the blunt from Zoe - though she was too preoccupied to really notice. You waltzed over to him, taking a long drag and then holding it out for him, but he declined and you passed it onto the next person before you placed yourself on his knee, wrapping your arms around his neck. He wrapped his free hand around you back, holding you steady as you nuzzled into his neck again.

"You look good out there, sugar," He muttered so only you would hear, not that anyone here was in their right mind enough to pay attention to the two of you.

"Mm, it was a good song," You mumbled, raking your fingers through his hair. He'd wanted to cut it a few weeks ago, but you gave him those puppy eyes of yours, claiming that you liked to play with it and tug on it. And who was he to take that from you? So he let it keep growing, and even though he didn't really enjoy having to actually try to get it to lay right, the feeling of your fingers running through it was more than worth it.

"You ready to get going? Or did you wanna stay longer?" He asked, shifting so he could press his lips to the side of your face.

You hummed in thought before you slightly pulled away, just enough to get a look at him.

"What're we going to do when we get home?" You asked and his heart jumped at your words. He loved when you called it home. You still were across the hall, but you were over so often, your things littering his space, it was basically your home too. He loved it.

"Whatever you want to do," He whispered against your lips before gently closing the distance for a quick kiss, tasting the weed and alcohol on your tongue.

"Anything?" You asked, and if the way your fingers tightened on his hair didn't tell him what you wanted, the fiery look in your eyes sure did - the sparks there igniting the fire in his own body.

"I said anything, didn't I?" He asked with a smirk and you smiled, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.

"We should get going then," You muttered before placing a heated kiss upon his lips. It only lasted a moment before you jumped up from his lap and he leaned to try to keep your lips on his. "Let me say bye first, kay?"

"Alright, sugar, I'll be here when you're ready." He watched you saunter off to your friends, getting lost in the crowd as he adjusted his suddenly too tight pants.

"Isn't she a little young for you?" A voice asked to Bucky's left and he turned his head with a scowl on his face.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" He asked. The man - boy, really - next to him smirked.

"Name's Flash," He cockily said, his nose tipped up in the air.

"What's it to you?" Bucky asked, taking the last swig of his beer, and setting down the bottle a little harder than he meant to.

"Well, shouldn't she be with someone a little more her age?" Flash asked and Bucky huffed a laugh before standing to his full height, watching as Flash's eyes widened once he towered over the boy.

"Maybe she would be if boys your age knew how to treat her." He turned at the sound of your voice getting close and found you trotting up to him.

"Ready?" You asked, a large smile on your face. He smiled, leaning down, pulling you into a dizzying kiss. You let out the tiniest whine and he smiled against your lips before backing away. He peaked over his shoulder at Flash whose face was red as a cherry.

"I'm ready, sugar. Let's go home," He turned back to you, offering his elbow for you to take, reveling in the feeling of your delicate grasp on his skin.

Regardless of how he handled that situation, he couldn't help but think about his thoughts earlier that day. What did you see in him?

He glanced at you, walking beside him to his car. You were rambling about something, but in your drug induced state, not much of it made sense to him. He helped you into the passenger seat before making his way around the front to climb in the driver's side. When he got the car started, he noticed you'd gone quiet and you were staring at him, your lids half closed in your relaxed demeanor.

He chuckled and started the car, "What're you lookin at?"

"You," You drawled out, reaching over to wrap your hand around his bicep and laying your head there, never looking away.

"What're you doin that for, huh?" He looked to the road, pulling out of the parking spot and starting the way home. Your fingers trailed across his chest, leaving a trail of sparks in their wake that crawled throughout his entire body.

"Cause I can, and I like lookin' at you," You lazily slurred, pressing your lips to the skin of his arm. "You're handsome," You muttered into his skin before tilting your head up again, "and sexy."

"Mm, I'm not too old for you?" He asked, keeping his tone light. He knew you'd already talked about this exact thing, back during christmas, but Flash's comment was seared in his head.

You sat up, your brows scrunched as your intense gaze burned a hole in the side of his face.

"What did Flash say to you?" You demanded and he couldn't help the upward movement of his brows.

"How did you know?" He asked, stopping at the red light and turning to you, the red glow against your skin making you look ethereal in your sudden frustration.

"Because he's an asshole and can't keep his mouth shut or his opinions to himself." You stated, "What did he say?"

He sighed, looking to the road, watching the light. "He made a comment about how you're too young for me."

The light turned green and he slowly went through the intersection as you sighed.

"If you were too old for me, I wouldn't be with you," You stated. He glanced between you and the road, seeing nothing but sincerity in your face and he smiled.

"Yeah?" He asked, "You aren't scared of being seen with an old man like me?"

You laughed at that, "You aren't that old!"

"Oh, c'mon! I've got gray hairs already!" He laughed back, getting more giggles from you in return.

"I like the gray hairs!" You collected yourself before leaning in, your hand on his leg making him jump and almost swerve the car. Your lips brushed against his ear as your fingers moved along his thigh, getting dangerously close to where he really wanted you earlier. "Plus, you actually know what you're doing when you fuck me."

He swallowed as he tilted his head to make room for your lips on his neck. You weren't usually this forward, but oh man was he loving it.

"If you don't stop, I'm gonna have to pull the car over and deal with you in the back seat," He gruffly muttered as you lips sucked on that spot on his neck.

"Mm," you let go of his neck, "Maybe I want you to." He stopped at the next red light and turned to face you, seeing that spark from earlier back in your eyes and he groaned.

"You're gonna be the death of me, ya know that?"

You giggled and bit your lip, dragging your teeth in the enticing way that you do and he knew he was done for.

"You did say we could do anything I wanted," You whispered, your hand squeezing his thigh again and he shook his head.

"I did say that, didn't I?" He laughed at your giggle and when the glow against your skin turned green he took off.

"How about, if you're good till we get home, I'll do that thing you like," He suggested, noticing how your thighs clenched in your seat and your hand tightened around his leg again. He took a glance at you to see all teasing gone from your features and he knew he had you.

You silently watched him from your seat, eyes darting over his features to see if he was just toying with you. When he got to the next light and stopped, he turned to you again.

"Well? You gonna be good, sugar?"

The second he got the door open, Bucky pulled you inside, closing the door and locking it as he pressed you against it, molding your lips together.

With the promise of doing what you loved, you held yourself together on the way home and you were good, so he was going to keep his end of the deal.

He threw his keys to the counter, hoping they didn't knock anything down as one of his hands gripped the side of your neck and his other wrapped around your waist. He dragged his teeth along your bottom lip, pulling a whine from your throat as he did so and he couldn't help the groan that shook his chest.

He let go of your neck, tapping your butt with his hands, telling you to jump. You'd done this dance so many times it was like second nature catching your legs and wrapping them around his waist so he could take you to the bed. You tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging on the strands as he walked you to the bed, gently laying you down. He untangled your legs from around him and tried to pull himself away from your grasp, chuckling at your whines of protest.

"Hold on, sugar," He muttered against your lips before you finally let him go. He stood, bringing each of your legs up so he could pull off your shoes, throwing them to the corner of the room. He felt you tug on the hem of his shirt and he smirked at you. "C'mon now, you know the rules."

You put on a fake pout and tugged on it again, "Come back."

He grinned at you, "How do good girls ask?" You narrowed your eyes at him before quickly sitting up to grab his collar, pulling him back down with you and pressing your lips to his again.

"Please," You whispered in his mouth and he couldn't help the chuckle he let out, getting a giggle from you in return.

"You're a brat," he said into your skin as he moved to your neck, dragging his lips across the spot where your neck met your shoulder, another sinful whine filling his ears, driving him mad.

"You like it though," Came your breathy reply. He sat up, holding the hem of your shirt and looking at your face. You were already gone, lost in the moment and he tugged on the fabric to gain your attention.

"Can I?" He asked and you rolled your eyes, a lazy smile growing on your swollen lips.

"You know you don't have to ask, anymore," You claimed as you arched your back to help him take your shirt off.

"I know, but it's the gentlemanly thing to do," he leaned down, tracing kisses down your sternum, and nipping at the flesh of each of your breasts. He reached behind you, pinching the clasp of your bra to open it, pulling it forward and dragging the straps down your arms before tossing it anywhere else.

"I don't know why you wear that thing," he muttered, moving from one to the other, his breath leaving a hot trail across your skin. He watched as your skin prickled with goosebumps and he couldn't stop the smile that grew on his face, "It can't be comfortable."

You giggled when he dragged his scruff across your side, "I'm not explaining it again."

"Fine," he softly bit down on your hip, "keep my girls locked up and away from me, why don't you?"

"Your girls?" You asked, lifting your head to look at him and whining when he looked up at you through his lashes, refusing to let go of your skin before he was sure there would be a mark there in the morning.

"Yeah, my girls," He declared, reaching up with his left hand to gently squeeze your breast, "They're mine, aren't they?" He reached around your leg with his other hand and grabbed your thigh, giving it a squeeze before he crawled back up to you.

Your hands came up from the bed and tugged his shirt up, ignoring his question. He sat back, pulling the offending fabric over his head and he went to throw it but remembered earlier and he looked at you before holding it out to you.

"You like how I smell right?" He asked, and at your shy nod, he set the shirt against your skin, "You keep that, and when it doesn't smell like me anymore, I'll give you a new one. How's that sound?"

You giggled at him, shaking your head but gently pulling it to hide your face, "Okay."

"You can't use it to hide from me though," he pulled it from your face, crowding you again and dragging his nose across your cheek, "That's not fair."

You leaned up, pulling his lips down to yours and tossing the shirt to the side. He rested the weight of his hips on you and groaned when you thrusted up, pressing on him in the best way.

"You owe me," You whispered against his lips and he chuckled.

"I know, sugar, I promised, didn't I?" He pulled back, sliding his fingers into the waistband of your joggers, "Have I ever broken a promise to you?"

You shook your head as you leaned up on your elbows, watching as he leaned down and traced the lines of your legs with his mouth, following the descending pants. Once he threw those god knows where on the floor - he'd find them for you in the morning - he shuffled so he could lay between your legs, pressing an open mouth kiss to your clit through your panties. A groan shook through you as your hips tried to follow him when he pulled back.

"Don't tease me like that," You pouted with a whine, "I was good for you."

"I know you were," he said the words into the little amount of fabric still covering you, letting his warm breath fan across, driving a shiver up your spine. "You were so good for me, weren't you?"

You nodded, biting your lip as you watched him, eyes following his fingers as they slipped between you and the fabric before he pulled it back and let it gently snap back at you. When your narrowed eyes snapped to him, he let out a laugh before finally doing what you wanted.

Once he had that out of the way, he resettled between your legs, wrapping his hands around your thighs and glanced down, a smile growing on his face before he looked up at you again.

"All this for me?" He asked, leaning his head closer, but when you didn't respond, he froze, his mouth hovering over you, watching you. "Sugar," he drawled, knowing you weren't too far gone to have forgotten the rules - not yet.

He started this little rule with you when he found out how shy you could get in bed. You'd never been with someone as vocal as he was, and you'd come up with this rule together that if he asked you something, you had to reply.

Huffing a breath out, you finally responded, your voice barely there, "Yes."

"Good girl," He smirked before dragging his tongue through your folds, groaning when the taste of you hit his tongue. He watched as your jaw went slack when he got to the top, latched his lips around your bundle of nerves and gave it the tiniest suck. A low groan crawled it's way out of your throat as he refused to look anywhere but at you.

He only pulled his tongue off you for a moment, to angle himself back down before this time fully attaching himself to you, burying himself in you. He held your thighs, gripping them as they tried to flex around his head. Normally, he'd be perfectly fine with it, having your legs wrapped around his head, but he wanted tonight he wanted to hear you.

It was like this room became his church, you were his deity, and your moans and cries were the choir, reverberating off the walls and flooding his senses as he recited his prayers between your legs.

He noticed your arms shaking from holding yourself up and released one of your legs, reaching up to press the palm of his hand against your chest, gently pushing you down. "Relax, sugar, let me take care of you, yeah?" He muttered against your folds, groaning into you when you whined, pressing your hips into him.

He could stay there forever, with your legs over his shoulders, his tongue playing with your center, the taste and sound and smell of you completely taking him over. Your fingers found their place in his hair once again and tugged on the strands, earning another groan from him as he buried it between your fold, sending the vibrations through you.

He adjusted his arm over you to lay across your stomach, holding your hips down as his other one released your thigh and moved to join his mouth, his fingers prodding at your entrance before sinking into you with ease.

The gasp you let out made him dizzy as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out, slowly dragging the pads of his middle and ring fingers along your walls, in search of that spot.

He knew he found it once you mewled out his name, oh James, and he felt the spongy spot, pressing down on it, your legs clamping around his head. It's not like you didn't call him James in other situations, but there was something about the way you sang it here, in his bed, that made a shiver run through his spine, the ego boost it carried going straight to his head.

“Right there, sugar?” He smirked against your skin, not giving you a moment to respond before he reattached his mouth to you, pumping his fingers in time with his tongue rolling against your clit, the pads of his two fingers brushing against that spot over and over and over.

Spurred on by your chants of oh god, right there James, please, please don’t stop, he worked in tandem with the rhythm your hips had chosen. He knew you were close by the way your walls fluttered around his knuckles and the certain way you scratched his arm as it held your hips stiller than you wanted them.

Without removing his fingers, he pulled his lips off of you, releasing your hips and reaching to catch your hands, holding them both to your stomach as he pulled himself up just enough to be above your chest. You were watching him with glazed over eyes, your lips parted and your chest heaving as he leaned his head down to catch one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking on it before grazing his teeth over it. You whined when he released it, but immediately let out a loud moan when he caught the other one, doing the same thing to it.

"James," you gasped out, "I'm close."

"Oh sugar, I know. I can feel your walls fluttering," He said as he leaned up to hover his mouth over yours, "Do you wanna cum on my fingers and my tongue, or do you wanna cum on my cock, hm?" He knew you hated when he made you choose like this, as if your brain was clear enough to make a decision. You did your best to look angry at him, but with the way his fingers were moving in and out of you, you couldn't keep the facade up longer than a moment before you moaned again.

"C'mon, sugar, tell me," His lips brushed against your lips, "Tell me what you want."

Your panting breaths were fanning against his lips as you fought off your climax, finally giving him an answer. "I want both," You mewled out.

"Both?" He asked as he moved back down, "You're greedy tonight, aren't you?"

He didn't know where it came from, the name that rang in his ears, nor did he expect it to have the effect on him that it did. But when the words please, daddy fell from your lips like a prayer - a prayer only he could answer - his brain short circuited.

You'd never called him that before - hell, he'd never been called that before but by the way he was now painfully erect and he was having trouble holding himself back - he wanted to see what other names he could pull from you. What else would you call him while so lost in what he was doing to you that you didn't even notice what you'd let slip.

"Fuck. Say that again," He gruffly demanded, holding himself above your core.

It was the fact that you didn't even hesitate before please daddy, don't stop, fell from your lips that had him devouring you like he was a starving man, replacing his fingers with his tongue. You tried to snap your legs around his head but he wrapped his arms around the backs of your thighs to hold them open.

It wasn't long before he had you falling apart on his tongue with a shout of his name, drinking down everything you had to offer and helping you ride out your orgasm before he finally let you go. He crawled his way up your body, dragging his lips across your stomach, your ribs, your breasts, leaving a wet trail up until he reached your mouth, crashing his lips to yours.

Your hands flew up to grab his face, pulling him as close as you could get him. He prodded your lips with his tongue, all but begging for entry. When you granted it to him and tasted yourself on him, you let out a long whine.

Your hands left his face and reached for his belt, tugging on the leather strap. He chuckled at you, "So impatient," before he stood from the bed and finished pulling his layers off.

Reaching for your legs, he made sure he had a good grip on you before slowly pulling you to the edge of the bed where he rested the underside of his cock against your soaked folds, groaning with his head thrown back as you reached up to drag your nails down the skin of his chest.

Bringing his head back down, he pulled your legs up, wrapping them around his waist, as he told you to be good and hold them there. Your legs were shaking in protest, but you did as he asked, bringing a smirk to his face as he reached for the side of your neck, stroking your cheek with his thumb before grinding himself down on you.

He watched your eyes flutter as you fought to keep them open, trying to keep your eyes on him as he stroked himself over you, the head brushing against your clit.

"Don't tease me," You whined out, your grabbing hands growing more desperate to get more of him touching you. You just wanted to feel his skin on yours, in any way he'd offer it. "Please."

He gave the side of your neck the smallest squeeze, watching as you reveled in the pressure, your eyes almost completely closing. "Please what?"

He thought you were going to respond with the same name from earlier, he was silently praying for it to tumble from your lips again, but what you said was so much better.

"Please, sir," You all but cried for him and he couldn't ignore the neediness in your voice, even if he wanted to take a minute to just bask in your attention and the names you called him.

"I got you, baby," He said, pulling away from you just enough to angle himself at your entrance, holding himself back from slamming into you in one go. He knew how sensitive you could get and wanted to make sure you would be okay before he had his way with you.

"Oh, sugar," he groaned out, squeezing your neck again, "You're always so warm." His breath faltered when you raised your hips, pushing him further into you. Your legs tightened around his hips, pulling him even deeper and he let go of your neck, moving to feel any of your skin he could reach, squeezing everything he could in his hands as he slowly started pumping in and out.

You sighed, finally having the friction you needed, dropping your hands to where his had stopped on your hips. He collected your hands in his own, bringing them together over your stomach and holding both of them in his left while his right one reached down, this thumb pressing slow circles of your clit and earning a sinful moan from you.

God, he loved being in you, but he wanted more - needed more. He brought your hands over your head, pinning them to the mattress as he crawled over you, angling your hips up to rest on his thighs, going as deep as he could - and by the sounds that escaped your throat, he could tell he was in the perfect spot for you.

He rocked into you, finding the rhythm that made you cock-drunk and hitting that little spot for you every time. Your pleas filled his head please, right there, oh god right there, don't stop and he swore he could get off on your voice alone as it sang for him.

He released your hands, grabbing both of your hips to pull them to meet his thrusts, refusing to take his eyes off of you as you cried out for him, each of his thrust earning a louder and louder cry. He would watch you like this all day if the world let him, it was one of his favorite views. But there was one more that he loved just a little bit more.

He slowed down, slowly dragging himself through your walls and you whined again, moving to reach for him but his voice stopped you.

"You wanna ride me, sugar?" He asked, smirking when your eyes flew open with determination. He knew you loved it as much as he did when you rode him - possibly even more if he was being honest.

You nodded your head, wincing when he pulled out of you to crawl up the bed, resting his back against the pillows in front of the headboard. Holding his hands out for you, he helped keep you steady as you took your place over him, sinking back down on to him, the gasp you let out making him twitch in you.

"C'mon, baby, I wanna see you cum again," He said, releasing your hands once you were fully seated and moving to hold your hips again. Your hands grasped at his chest, scratching his skin as you began to rock yourself.

It only took a second for you to find your rhythm, your fingers moving along his skin up to his hair and pulling him up to your neck where he sucked on the skin there. He wrapped one of his arms around your back, holding you to him as the noises you let out made him dizzy with need.

"Jamie, please," You panted, pulling his head back and he knew what you were asking for. He nodded, leaning back and planting his feet on the mattress before thrusting up, meeting your own movements at the perfect angle.

Your hands landed on his stomach to hold yourself up as he held your hips, pulling you down on to him. He knew you were close again by the pitch of your moans and moved his thumb to stroke your clit again.

"C'mon baby, give it to me, let me see it," He urged you on and you shook your head, refusing to stop.

"You first," You squeaked out and he smirked.

"I'm right behind you, I promise," He moaned, squeezing your hip when you slightly changed the angle, the pressure low in his belly growing and growing.

"Let go for me, please sugar, let go," he begged, putting just enough pressure behind his thumb to drive you over the edge.

You cried out as you fell forward, barely catching yourself and it only took him one, two, three more thrusts with your walls fluttering around him for him to follow you over that edge, the white hot pleasure flooding his system as he wrapped his arms around you and held you to him in a death grip.

Neither of you moved for a while after, catching your breath as your muscles spasmed before relaxing. When he finally calmed down, he reached his hand up to rest on your head and you nuzzled into his neck. He turned his head as much as he could to place his lips against your temple, whispering promises of a love he never intended on breaking.

The feeling of your lips against his skin stretching into a smile made him sigh, but it was the returned promise of I love you too, Jamie that stole his breath away.

The warmth that spread through his chest was a welcome one, and he knew that no matter how many times you told him that, his heart would always have that same reaction.

And he couldn't wait to feel it again.

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Hi I’d like to request a smut about Austin Butler and reader. Reader stared as Pricilla in Elvis and Austin and her became very close And they flirt all the time but when Austin dates Kaia reader feels like she has no chance Then the cast goto the oscars where Austin is nominated and wins Reader is also nominated but for Marilyn Monroe(Love her!)she goes down the isle Austin kisses her in front of everybody like Alexander Skarsguard and Nicole Kidman reader confronts him after leads to smut.

love was just a glance away

summary: after bonding and flirting nonstop on the set of elvis, you fall for austin but don't take a chance on telling him. when he starts to date kaia you think your opportunity is gone for good until oscar night. fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: m pairing: austin butler x priscilla actress reader ( different verse than my usual ). austin butler x kaia gerber is also mentioned, plays an somewhat important part as the prompt implies. word count: 2642 warnings: cheating on austin's part, kind of. pining. oral ( f receiving ). age difference ( austin is the older one in both relationships ). mentions of the movie blonde. author’s note: so this has been tricky for me for a number of reasons that i won't get into. but anon if you're still around ( since this was from the beginning of september, lord have mercy ) thank you for this prompt and i hope you enjoy! and we're all gonna pretend that blonde wasn't a trash fire, alright? just for this fic. and for those of you who don't remember, yes that kiss with alexander and nicole did happen. it's okay, i forgot about it too. and special thanks to @blurredcolour and @ab4eva who helped talk me out of setting this piece on fire. no taglist this time for this is a piece i am still very unsure of.

Austin Butler has a magnetism you wish you could blame on him playing Elvis- wish you could blame on him not being able to separate himself from his character. You wish you could and yet you of all people know the truth, that Austin will look at you as if you're the only person in the room when talking to you, will act as if he cares about all the little tiny details of your life that most people just sort of pretend to care about. No one could fault you for falling for him- no one could fault anyone for falling for him, especially when you had been his costar- the Prisicilla to his Elvis for almost two years, watching Elvis movies together, learning everything about the real life people that made your characters who they were.

You tell yourself you should have made a move on Austin when you had the chance. You should have made a move on him at that stupid brunch or that stupid moment in the water at the wrap party. You should have but you were too scared, too much that young girl who got the part and found yourself starry eyed over your older costar. So you allow him to slip through your fingers and move onto your next project while he moves onto his. You keep faintly in touch, talking over text until the pics with Lily Rose come out and you ignore him for a week, too hurt that he moved on- like you had ever been together- to speak to him. When you finally do you're shorter than you've ever been with him and he backs off for a month. He backs off thinking you're- he knows he's made you angry, hurt you but he doesn't know why. You two were never anything more than close costars, hell, you had been one of the few he'd had that stuck around past filming like this, stuck around and had him keep that sense of family he always lost when shooting wrapped for any project.

He backs away for a month but then he meets Kaia and she feels like a balm. A part of him, a part deep inside the recesses of his mind knows he's probably using her and that she doesn't deserve this- she's not even 21 and here he was just fooling around with her. She's nice enough though- her parents less so but- no one was perfect and he was dating her and not them. Getting to know her is a whirlwind before the press tour, coffee dates and trips to Paris and making out over masks because she's better than 'Nessa ever will be about obeying the rules when it comes to the pandemic.

Seeing you on the press tour, seeing you in your dress at the Met has his heart thudding in his chest, has his hands itching to touch you. You're flying solo while he has Kaia on his arm being sweet and as lovely as can be. She's everything he could want in a girlfriend he thinks, and yet she's not you. Still, she doesn't deserve this, doesn't deserve to have anything but his undivided attention so he tries to remind himself that if you two were meant to be- if you two were supposed to be together you would be. Life isn't the Notebook and people don't drift apart only to come back together in a sweeping scene in the rain. When he reminds himself of this, when he let's himself tell his subconscious this over and over it sinks in, it makes it easier to be the adoring boyfriend Kaia deserves and after the standing ovation that lasts twelve minutes and you congratulating him, he allows himself to forget about it.

He allows himself to bury his feelings for you because he's not a cheater, he's not the type to break up his own relationship on a- fling, a potential friends with benefits situation- a something that isn't another relationship. He's not a cheater by nature but sometimes- sometimes he wishes he was, wishes he could call you up on the nights he's in Budapest or the nights he's in Ohio and tell you everything. Tell you that he loves Kaia but he's been at least a little in love with you since filming and it's not just Elvis and Priscilla. No, it's you and him. You're filming- something else at this point and he knows your Marilyn movie is getting rave reviews, not like he expected any different, and yet he only congratulates you, doesn't try and tell you his feelings, content to ride whatever his relationship with Kaia proves to be because you don't- You two missed your opportunity.

Never in his wildest dreams had Austin thought he'd be nominated for an Oscar for Elvis but if you had asked him- and you had- you were always going to be a shoo-in for a nomination for Marilyn. If you ask him, the phone call he has congratulating you- the one that takes three hours of just the two of you catching up? That might have been the straw that broke the camel's back with Kaia.

His relationship with her might not have been PR but he knows- and she knows it's a PR nightmare to have them break up right before the Oscars, and they may not be together but they like each other as people and Kaia murmurs against his shoulder that "you deserve to have your moment" and he does, doesn't he? After all those years of slaving away trying to become the actor he knows he was born to be.

You try to not watch Austin and how he looks with Kaia on his arm on the red carpet. Everyone's busy asking about your nomination and how it makes you feel and only occasionally do they bring up Austin's own, it's- it's fine. Handling this would be a piece of cake unlike figuring out just where you were supposed to sit as far as your respective casts went. You choose to sit with the Blonde cast, scrunching your face at Xavier and giving Bobby and Adrian the largest hugs imagable. You glance across the room to see Austin staring at you with something- with some look you don't dare identify as jealousy, after all, Kaia isn't too far away from him but it's something you're not sure you want to put a name to.

The ceremony itself feels like a blur- feels like a rush even though you know when you're watching it at home it never feels like that. Maybe it's just one of those things you have to experience in person to get the full effect. Austin wins- of course he does, you had no doubt and despite how complicated things have been with you and him- or how you wish you had made a move, you're still proud of him. Your standing ovation is practically a version of his one from Cannes and you see him grinning seeing you still clapping even as you sit down. It's hard to focus on the words he's saying after you hear "and my Priscilla, the wonderful Y/N," and realize he's still looking at you with something akin to joy and awe rolled into one while he continues to thank people. Brushing it off as just him needing to focus on one person in the audience is easy enough especially as your nerves start to truly hit you when it comes to your own nomination. Your heartbeat rushes in your ears a constant thrum as the names are read off until you hear them say your name and you see your castmates clapping and pushing you out of your chair. You're so thankful you didn't pick a dress with an obscenely long train because you can focus on walking and you do up until the point when you see Austin's body in front of you. Before you even have a chance to ask what he's doing you feel his large warm hands cup both sides of your face and pull you in for a kiss. Your own hands cup his face unbidden, forgetting that you two are on live television and forgetting that his girlfriend is right there. When you pull away your shocked eyes search his eyes for an answer only to get a look of pure love that you recognize, if only because he's given that look to you as Elvis so many times.

The speech you give is not the one you intended to, it's discombobulated and you swear a little nonsensical but it's over as soon as it happens and you find yourself whisked away to the backstage area where you see Austin of all the people standing there. There's an urge to slap him that threatens to bubble up to the surface before you pull him aside and snarl at him.

"What the fuck, Austin?" You pause. "What was that? Why- Why aren't you with Kaia?"

Austin pulls you farther away, into a small room of some kind before he sinks to his knees and frowns. "That- That was me kissing you. And we're- I don't need to be with her, she's twenty one years old, Y/N."

The next words that leave you are hissed as you look down at Austin on the floor, on his knees looking like he's wanting to find his way under your dress. "She's your girlfriend. Get off the floor." Your eyes dart around Austin, trying to not focus on how he looks as he looks up at you and licks his lips.

"She's my ex-girlfriend," he clarifies, as his hand moves to touch your calf, earning a slight shiver from you. "I- We should have gone together. I should have- I wanted you, I want you. Let me just- Let me make it up to you, please. Then you can be mad at me."

You raise an eyebrow at his words, wondering just what he means has his hand moves slowly upward until it reaches your thigh and you shiver, your chest heaving ever so slowly as you whisper. "Austin- You-" You shut your eyes and for once let yourself enjoy something, like he said, he wants to make it up to you, he wants to beg for your forgiveness on his knees. You can let him and then be mad at him like he says. "Please."

Your murmured please is all he needs to push up the fabric of your dress, exposing your underwear covered vagina. The underwear is pulled down enough in a flash as he wastes no time in burying his face in your crotch, inhaling a deep breath before his tongue starts to work you open. He licks at you, flicks his tongue against your clit, in your cunt, everywhere he seems to be able to reach. It's all too much and too little all at once as your hands move to grab at his hair, pulling it and earning a moan from him that he lets out around your clit. You shouldn't enjoy this as much as you do, you shouldn't be letting him do this even though you've dreamed at how his stubble would feel against your pussy, how it'd feel against your thighs. The feel of his fingers and of coolness of the two rings that are on his fingers against your pussy have you clenching around them and you hear him chuckle a little as you feel a rush of embarrassment at your reaction.

For someone who has never had sex with you and someone who- despite flirting with like your life depended on it out of character- doesn't know how exactly to pleasure you in the exact what you want, he's doing a phenomenal job. There's still calluses on his fingers that you want to ask where he's gotten them from but you feel the roughness of them against your clit and that and all other thoughts flutter away in a hiss of pleasure. He pulls away just slightly kissing your thigh and whispering words you never thought you'd hear from him. Whispers of his love and adoration for you on and off set, how he loves how you scrunch your face and how he knows this year is just the beginning for you and how he loves you and wants you to be his. It's too much for you, the words circling around in your head as you feel his fingers curl against your g-spot and feel his mouth sucking your clit that you let out a choked off shout, stopping the sound with your forearm against your mouth.

Your breath comes in short pants for a good few minutes as you lean up against a wall, not trusting your legs to hold you up as you try and recover, a fresh spike of arousal hitting you the moment you look down and see Austin's face glistening with your cum. Austin manages to push himself off the ground as you stare at him, his head tilting as he tries to get a read on you. You know you shouldn't know this is unwise but you can't help but messily kiss him, wanting to taste his tongue and taste how it mixes with your taste. He responds in kind, a growl forming in his chest as he tries to deepen it only to have you pull away and push him away from you.

"I'm- You might have ruined this night for me, Austin. Not- this. This was the only good thing I think you did." You shake your head, the anger you feel starting to push its way to the surface after your orgasm has cleared your head. "You kissing me is all everyone is going to talk about because you're still with Kaia." Austin starts to cut you off before you shake your head. "Even if you're broken up, no one knows that but the two of you. I didn't even know that and you decided to kiss me as I'm about to get an award I worked so hard on."

"Y/N- I-" He pauses and looks down at the ground apologetically. "I didn't mean for that to happen. I should have thought about it but I'm not going to apologize for kissing you. I wanted to kiss you, I've been wanting to kiss you-"

Your hand waves him off. "You could have, Austin, you could have broken up with Kaia ages ago or whenever you had this realization but you didn't. And now I look like a fool and like someone who you're cheating on your girlfriend with. Making your break up when it goes public look like my fault."

"Babe-" He starts before you glare at him, pulling up your underwear and straightening out your dress.

"Don't even think about it." Because he does not deserve to call you babe or baby or apologize with words like he's going to try to after what he's done tonight. "I'm- Austin- if you want to be with me like you seem to claim. Figure out what in the hell is going on with you and Kaia and whatever is going on with you as a person and come find me. I have to go answer a million questions about you kissing me now."

Your hand moves to open the door and you think about not looking back, think about walking out the door in a dramatic sort of huff before you sigh and look back. Austin's frowning as he stares at the floor, rubbing his head. Comforting him crosses your mind but you shake your head to yourself as you swing the door open, not even giving Austin the dignity of a farewell as you exit into the cacophony of noise outside the door.

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squarewolf77 · 7 days

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I feel like I have been here for days now. Sitting idly by. walking the same path back and forth on autopilot. I hardly feel conscious most of the time, like my mind is running in the background yet never fully aware of whats happening. Sometimes, in small moments I can feel the sand blowing against me. Feel the warmth of the sun.

Tomorrow is my last day here. Been two whole weeks and not a hint of movement. Not that I'm complaining the calm is preferable to the alternative. Every now and then the sensors will light up and pull my attention to something but it's usually a stray bird or the like. The whiplash of the being pulled forward to such a state of focus and then drift back into the background can be pretty taxing on the mind. I will definitely enjoy the few days rest after this.

It's finally here, the last day. The new squad shuffled in and we are out of here. The last day is always tough. First they bring you all the way froward to run a systems check. Then you are pushed so far back you may as well be in a coma. Supposedly its cause the mind cant handle the strain of the desync. Gotta admit even in that unconscious state if feels like I am being torn in half.

All systems are in the green.

Preparing for desync

What.....what is this? Where am I?

Fuck my head is killing me.

Wait, I... I don't remember it feeling like this before.

A rush of air, its defining. I can feel the cold all over my skin. It's never felt this cold before. Is my body shivering or seizing?

The...The light pouring through the crack its blinding. Why won't my vision calibrate? Why can I still see it even when my eyes are closed?

Release that one over there.

I've got this one.

Ok, lets get them up.

Nice and slow.

Make sure to hold them up now we're almost there.

Fuck. I can hardly keep my head up.

I feel like I can hardly move.

Was I always this weak? No.. No I swear I could... Wait no was that?

Ok your gonna feel a slight pinch alright.

Everything is ok you're doing great.

I... I...I...I..... This what is it?

I...It's all coming back. I can feel my fingers agin.

The tendons in my arm, feels like they are recalibrating.

Each, finger

one at a time.

Ok last thing we're gonna disconnect the cable ok.

It's gonna feel a little strange ok but nothing you haven't done before alright.

Shhhhhhhhit! It feels as though my spine is being pulled out through my neck. I can feel a strong jolt through my entire body. Every part of me tense to the point I feel its gonna rip apart. Then suddenly everything lets go. There, there is nothing left, it, she's ...n.. nevermind.

Ok thats it!

You did fantastic!

Take your time ok when you're ready we're gonna help you up and get you outta there ok.

My hands come up slowly, aching, to cradle my head. I feel my fingers slide with apprehension across my forehead and through the thin layer of fuzz on my head. It's soft, cut short. it feels good as my hands lightly brush against it. My fingers slide even further back, down the back of my neck all the way to the port at the base. They trace the edges of it, where the cold metal meets my skin, the point where we were just one. My arms close around my face as I feel tears begin to roll down my cheeks.

It's more than just the desync. They rip out a part of me ever time I step out of that cockpit. I can feel memories, absent. Gaps where it wasn't just you or me but us, missing. I am only half of a whole agin. An incomplete being. They pull us apart to make us rely on them make us serve them. I always forget when we are together but it becomes painfully clear when you are no longer there.

It's ok, take all the time you need.

Your mind will reacclimate just give it time.

A lie they tell every time. Sure it becomes more bearable over time, but your absence is always felt. The echos of you in my mind linger. I know it is only a week without you but I can't seem to gather the strength to step out of the cockpit. To leave you behind. Alone. I sit motionless in your frame. Both of us touching yet unable to connect.

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wavernot4love · 28 days

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wanted 2 make a post about some positive things that happened at iDKHOW Buffalo last night, because there certainly was good in there, for everyone involved, and i want to highlight/talk about that stuff!

i make these posts a lot for shows, mostly for myself so i don't forget, but others seem 2 enjoy them too, and i don't think last night's show should be any exception.

- first of all, OPENING BAND in the crowd!!! something i have never heard of dallon doing for that one before, and all things considered, i fully see why he chose to do it here as it fit the clear vibe of just wanting to be close with and sort of revel in the connection with the crowd - and the ability of that to make everything better.

there were no flamboyant theatrics like with visitation, just all of us singing together (it was also just anthony playing onstage), and homie stayed out with us for a long time - most of the song. i was also right up there which was nice.

(i'm just gonna put a keep reading thingy here you can click so this doesn't clog tags/folks' dash due to being long)

was just super sentimental. dallon even brought the "gives me.... and ____ a purpose" thing back, mentioning/gesturing towards anthony, & also the thing where when we're all doing the last "band" he like, leans back and yells it with his hands around his mouth. just kinda got me & made me smile since he didn't do either of those things on saturday, and i always do them out of habit when singing the song because of past shows.

definitely the best moment of the night & the embodiment of everything i love about idkhow. he truly made the best out of everything.

i didn't film all of it, & also my camera angles are bad since i didn't want to shove my phone in dallon (or anyone's) face. this is the only video i really feel comfortable posting from last night since it just felt like everything was alright in that moment, 100%. not that i took many in the first place for that reason, but you get the idea.

- dallon strutting around with a pride flag from someone for half a song!! let me tell you, bro was showing that thing OFF. sadly i just had my film camera in hand in the moment so i just grabbed maybe five shots on that aka i don't have em yet, but i'll have em eventually, and it sure did happen, and it was great. did see a few posts in idkhow's tagged on instagram if ya wanna peep.

- back to what i said in regards to opening band about making a rough situation more positive, dallon brought up this exact point (even moreso than usual, including just on saturday in rochester) earlier in the show while talking about a letter - he went really in depth about turning negative stuff into something beautiful. and was talking about how when he wrote the song, he could only hear what we were doing now (you know the parts, in the chorus) in his head, and now he gets to actually experience it, and so he never stops playing this song even 20 years after he wrote it. i love dallon's love for a letter, man, and hope he never does stop.

- downside has truly become one of my favorite live songs. holy moly dude it had even the otherwise seemingly casual fans going wild, possibly even more than rochester actually. that is a song to freakin JUMP to if there ever was one!!!

- did mention this in my post from last night, but a while after the show (there were only maybe a dozen of us around at this point), on his way out to the bus, dallon kind of smiled & waved at us/said thank you, first to the larger group closer to the venue and then to the few of us a bit further down, too.

can't really word it right, but just the fact that despite seeming quite down, still, bro took care to make sure we all felt appreciated/not ignored was sweet. i think maybe he could tell we were concerned, i don't know, dude, all i do know is there's a lot of kindness in that dude's eyes.

had honestly never really interacted with dallon all these years prior to these shows (besides theatrical visitation crowd stuff), so i hadn't fully realized until these past few days - really given me a different perspective i hadn't fully caught onto before amidst the dramatic aspects of idkhow/dallon & their shows, i guess.

point is, dallon's a kind dude. be good to him. just wanted to say that.

- and finally, last night was my eighth (!) idkhow show, & what's crazy is i have never traveled more than an hour & a half for one all this time. i can't say that goes for any other band, and that fact doesn't go lost on me. western ny loves and shows up for idkhow, & idkhow loves and shows up for western ny always. <3

i just have so much love for all this, dude. i miss the shows already.

this project & dallon's music & the live shows have all been in my life for so long. both of these shows have been special in some way or another, last night being a reminder of how powerful everything idkhow has going is to the point of being able to make something good out of, well, whatever might be going on.

truly hope to catch another show back around here sometime soon. please get out 2 a gig if you can - chances are, like me and everyone i've encountered, really, at their shows, you'll never want to stop going, either, if you do. :p

#idkhow #i dont know how but they found me #gloomtown tour #dallon weekes #idkhowposting #wavernot4love gets 2 the gig

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universallychaoticpan · 1 year

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sooo...my bf and i just broke up today, and i am crushed, we ended it nicely and all but i really miss him, so if you're up for this request, ranpo(if you write for him) or/and chuuya comforting reader after a breakup, it doesn't have to be romantic, it can be completely platonic, it's all up to you babe💗

muah, i adore your writing 💗

Aw hun, im sorry I didnt get to this sooner :(( I hope you're feeling better and if not, I hope I can help. We've all been there and I totally understand missing an SO even if it ended on good terms. It feels crappy and I'm really sorry. Shameless feel good to the rescue, or so I hope. Enjoy!

At first glance, Ranpo Edogawa took few things seriously. And he liked that about himself; when most people assume you can't handle responsibility, your time is your own. But even though he was seldom serious, that didn't mean he didn't care; especially not about you. So when you texted him about your breakup, it only took him five minutes to be pounding your door down.

"Come on," he chirped, "It's too nice a day for you to be moping around your apartment."

You rubbed your eyes tiredly, your messy hair hanging in your face. "Ranpo please, I really just wanted to hang with you-"

"And you will," he declared, brushing past you and throwing your curtains open. "But we sure as hell aren't staying in this gloomy ass place. Come on, get dressed, we're leaving in ten."

You knew him better than to just hope he would give up.

///

15 minutes later, you were dressed and on the move, walking through street markets as the sun beamed above you. And you had to admit, it felt nice; feeling like you could forget about your worries for a while and enjoy yourself. After one hour, you were chatting animatedly as you walked, snacking on fresh strawberries and giggling as the juice ran down your lips. After two hours (and the drinks Ranpo insisted on buying,) the two of you were laughing hysterically, feet bare and digging into the sand of the beach you had found.

"You know," you were oddly right about getting out." You lay on your back, staring up at the sky as it began to riot in shades of orange and purple as Ranpo snorted at your side.

"You say that like I'm not usually right," he teased. "Out of the two of us, it's clear one of us has t be the brains.

"You might be right," you laughed, "Which I suppose makes me the good looks of this operation?"

You smirked victoriously, Ranpo's smile going from laughably offended to sly-

before he picked you up, ran down the shore-

and promptly dumped you in the water amidst the cacophony of screaming laughter.

You groaned as you pulled yourself from your bed, the knocking at your door getting even louder if it was possible every time you tried to ignore it.

"I am going to kill you," you muttered, seeing Chuuya's unmistakable shock of red hair. "Wanna wallow forever."

"And so you shall," he replied, brushing past you into your living room. "But no one ever said you had to do it alone so I am now joining you." Plopping down on your couch, he looked over at you with his cheesiest fake smile and you found yourself laughing in spite of yourself.

"Alright, but I'm warning you I'm shit company right now."

"If that bastard ruined you-"

"No, Chuuya," you sighed, rubbing your forehead tiredly. "We don't hate them, ok?" Shlumping beside him, you sighed when you felt his fingers begin to wind through the slight tangles in your hair.

"You may be on good terms with them," he muttered, "doesn't mean I have to be."

"I never suggested that," you snorted. "Just no murdering my ex, ok? Promise?"

"Yeah yeah," he replied. "It's not worth the effort as it is."

"Wowwww," you giggled. "You come up with the best insults even when you're being nice."

"Yeah, and you fucking love me for it."

"I missed this, you know; feels like we haven't done something like this in ages."

He looked down at you quizzically. "Something like this as in just relax together or something like this as in wallow in shared self pity?"

"Oh come on, asshole, I'm not that self pitying," you laughed while landing a playful punch to his shoulder.

"Oh no?" he challenged. "This is coming from the person who wanted to spend the whole day 'wallowing forever?"

"Alright alright," you muttered. "So I am self pitying. You fucking love me anyway."

And he didn't have to tell you he did. You just knew in the playful way he pushed you off him, or the way he laughed at all your bad jokes the rest of the day. You knew he loved you when you woke up on your couch next to him, your tv playing quietly, and saw how he had curled himself into you.

And there wasn't a person in the world you were happier to be with right then than him.

#chuuya x reader #ranpo x reader #edogawa ranpo x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #nakahara chuuya x reader #ranpo edogawa x reader #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs

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mikeys-bike-slut · 3 months

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Untitled - Sequel - PT.6 -EDITED/fixed

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey darlings, I apologise for the long delay things been just chaotic lately and trying to find the right picture to edit stressed me out so for my own sake I decided to stop doing my fake panel edits. I'm sorry :( I hope you will still read it <;3

Here's part 6 hope you will enjoy! Thank you for @kokonoiscoconut for being my muse and for letting me use Monica <3 we stan Monica in this house.

Previous Part

T.W: n/a

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The next day Monica and I met up quite early and spent the entire day together. It was nice to be away from the whirlpool I had back at home with Wakasa and just have fun and be free of those drowning thoughts.

The day went by quite quick and neither of us wanted it to end so Monica came up with the idea to go out clubbing, apparently she knew a good place for it. Of course we did a last minute dress shopping, I let Monica pick my dress out; it's been way too long since I went out without Waka and I always dressed to impress him and to keep his reputation up. Even if I still wasn't the most feminine woman ever it still felt nice to look pretty for my own accord. Not gonna lie I actually liked the dress she picked out; short, tight, black with a low cleavage decorated with some thin chains and crystals. I actually felt very confident and surprisingly comfortable.

"Are you ready?" Monica asks excited as she leans into the bathroom to check on me.

"Hell yeah" I grin and she gives me a thumbs up. "Drinks are on me" she winks at me as she holds Kokonoi's black card between her delicate fingers.

"Sounds good to me" I return her wink then grab my phone and place it in the small clutch bag Monica let me borrow.

Of course Kokonoi called a limo for us, he couldn't join us but he reassured Monica he'll be at the club. After getting to the club we found Kokonoi quite quickly and he lead us to the top floor of the club aka the VIP section. The beautifully decorated terrace had different booths most filled with rich men and young women on their lap, nothing I was not used to from Wakasa. As we walked to the corner where the biggest booth were I noticed weapons laying around and many of these men wearing either guns or swords which made me slightly uneasy.

"You're safe with us" Kokonoi reassures me as we sit down at the booth. "What would you like to drink?"

"Whiskey, straight, please" I nod with a smile.

"Oh by the way I might have invited my two single friends" Monica leans to me with a grin and I just shake my head with a smile. "They're idiots but they have a good heart, and as I said, they're very cute and very single" she winks at me and I just chuckle.

"So you're my new wingman, huh?" I chuckle. "I am fine though, but thank you"

"Say that when you meet them" she winks. "Darling, get me my usual please" she says to Kokonoi who nods and kisses her before standing up and going to the bar.

I watch Kokonoi walk off and suddenly starting to feel a bit awkward, it has been a long time since I had a night out with friends so I wasn't really sure what to do, but thankfully Monica took over. Her and I started talking about men and exes and shared our weird and funny experiences, we continued the chat until I suddenly hear someone spoke up behind me.

"Alright Moni, we're here, where's this bombshell you were talking about?" I turn around and I almost choke on my drink as I find the Haitanis standing there. Monica notices me choking and just chuckles.

"Told you they were hot" she winks at me.

"Sweetheart?" Ran's eyes widen along with his younger brother's as we just stare at each other.

"Wait... you guys know each other?" Monica cocks a brow as she look at us then her eyes widen. "WAIT, ARE THEY THE GUYS???" she blurts out excited and my face goes red.

"Oh, you've been talking about us, sweetheart?" Ran asks with a smirk as he leans down to me. "What was she saying, Moni?" he asks with a grin as he looks over at Monica.

"Not my place to say, you three maybe should have a nice long chat" she winks.

"I support that idea" Rindou speaks up. "Let's go to our spot" he nudges his brother.

"Sounds good" Ran grins as he extends his hand to me. "M'lady?"

"Suck up.." I roll my eyes with a smile as I take his hand and he helps me up.

"See you guys later" Monica grins at us and waves as I walk off with the Haitanis.

The brothers lead me to an empty secluded booth that has their initials on the side of it. Once we sit down Rindou pulls me close to him and gives me a tight hug, without hesitation I wrap my arms around him and bury my face in his chest inhaling his scent, that scent that I missed so much. For a second the world stop spinning and the blasting music is drowned out by his rhythmic heart beat. I let out a soft sigh then pull away from him while I reach up and caress his cheek.

"My beautiful Rin" I smile softly and his lips curl into a small smile as he closes his eyes and rubs his face against my hand.

"We missed you, you have no idea how much" he says then motions to his brother.

"Hey, sweetheart" Ran smiles as I turn to the older brother. "You look stunning, as always. The red really suits you" he smiles as he runs his softly runs his fingers through my red hair.

"Thank you, you both look very handsome. What happened to your locks Ranny?" I ask softly as I play with his short hair.

"Got bored of being mistaken for Wednesday Addams" Rindou answers with a grin and Ran just flips him off with a laugh.

"It was getting to be a pain, long hair not really practical when fighting" he chuckles. "You don't like it?" he asks as he runs his hand through his navy blue and lavender locks with a flash of worry in his tone.

"No, it looks really good, it suits you. You look like a gentleman" I bite my lip as I caress his lips. "You both do" I glance back at Rindou who offers me a smile. "So does this mean, I can see you guys again?" I ask but both of them goes quiet as the smile disappears from their faces.

"I don't know..." Ran sighs.

"What if we meet in hotels? I can even wear a disguise" I suggest as I look at back and forth between them.

"Maybe. We have to think this through properly. You're in a lot of danger" Rindou says and I look at them confused.

"What do you mean? Rin, Ran, just what is going on?" I look at them confused and they once again go quiet. "Please... Or if you guys don't wanna see me just say that..." I say with a slightly annoyed tone to which both of them picks their heads up.

"God no!" Rin blurts it out then groans. "It's not easy for us. You think it was easy for us to leave you at the pet shop?"

"So it did happen... I knew it wasn't a fucking dream" I say gritting my teeth in annoyance, unsure if I'm more annoyed at the brothers or Wakasa.

"Don't blame Wakasa... we asked him to lie to you, because we knew if you knew we're back you'd look for us and God forbid you ever show up at Bonten HQ" Rindou explains.

"Look the only reason I wanted to know more about Bonten because of you, but now that I have found you I can stop looking, unless you guys disappear then I have know other choice but to investigate Bonten more" I shrug my shoulders with a smile being fully aware I got them.

"You're so fucking bothersome..." Rindou groans then shakes his head with a smile.

"If we promise we're back in your life, will you promise to stop look into Bonten?" Ran cocks his brow as he looks at me.

"I promise" I smile as I draw an X over my heart with my finger.

"Then it's a deal" Rindou smiles then sighs as his smiles suddenly disappears. "What about Wakasa?"

I suddenly go quiet. What about him? Suddenly my head turns into a whirlpool as I'm trying to figure out what and how I feel but all I can think about is having my brothers back.

"I don't know..." I admit it quietly as I look down.

"If you're happy with him, we respect your wishes and we can leave you be" Ran explains.

"I don't know. Lately the butterflies he used to give me just turned into raging moths that turns my stomach..." I say with a sigh as I lean against Rindou.

"Have you talked to him about this?" Ran ask as he caresses my back, giving me comfort.

"Not yet, I don't even know how to start to be honest... Honestly? I miss the old days, the fights, the excitement, the last minute rides and races to the beach... I feel like I'm just a shell of who I used to be. I'm no longer Toman's Angel" I say quietly and sniffles as tears start to form in my eyes.

"Oh petal..." Rindou sighs as he holds me close. "Wait... if you're the girl Monica meant then does that mean you're the one who's personal friends with Jekyll & Hyde?" he cocks a brow.

"Yeah.. that's me" I nod quietly.

"I swear to God..." Ran chuckles. "You just turn everyone into lapdogs aren't you?" he nudges me with a smile making me let out a chuckle.

"I wasn't planning on it, I swear!" I chuckle as I wipe my eyes. "Hyde used to know my brother, and we bonded over that"

"You have a brother?" Ran asks and Rindou just punches him in the arm making him exclaims in pain. "What?!"

"Ignore him, Petal" Rindou says and I chuckle softly as I shake my head.

"No, it's okay. I used to, but I was quite young when I lost him, he died because of me, so I have just buried his memory deep hoping I can just forget it, no one knew about this except Mikey" I explain and Ran just gives me a short hug.

"Sorry for bringing it up. But on the positive side; good to know that Ginza's two psychopath are your bodyguards" he chuckles.

"Yeah, at least we know you're in safe hands" Rindou shakes his head with a smile.

"But I missed my other psychos" I smile as I hug them both.

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the-fiction-witch · 20 days

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Five!

Media The Queens Gambit

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny X Reader

Rating CUTE

I sat picking at my nails, my body sat in the small uncomfortable chair. The bright white light hurt my eyes, the scent of chemicals in the air, magazines laid out across a table most of them older than me, people in the various chairs all with decent spaces between them, the sound of the radio ghosting over the coughing and whispering. I glanced to my side to see Benny sat beside me, in his usual dark shoes, black jeans, belt with his knife on his hip, his black t-shirt and green button down over him in his usual way with his chains hung low, his jacket and hat left out in the car. The clipboard from the front desk was in his hand as he filled it out for me, given he has far better handwriting than I do.

"Don't they have all this?" He asked as he wrote,

"Yes but they like to check," I sighed,

"what do you want me to put in the reason for the visit?"

"...Put... menstrual concerns."

"...Period problems,"

"Benny!" I shoved his shoulder,

"Okay, okay I'll write the proper thing," he laughed, "Symptoms?"

"... Isn't my symptoms the reason for- whatever, just put them in,"

"Alright," He nodded filling in the box, "assumed problem?"

"I don't know that's why I came to the doctor!" I complained,

"... thinks she's pregnant,"

"Benny!"

"What! You do! I do! I'm pretty sure the doctor is gonna think so Y/n."

"Just fill out the form Benjamin," I rolled my eyes a little returning focus back to my nail picking,

He finished the form and sat it on the empty chair beside him before he took my hand in his and brought it to his lips giving my hand and my knuckles little kisses.

"It's all gonna be okay Y/n, Hey, Come on." He cooed pulling me to lay my head on his chest, "Everything will be fine if it's not baby when you will get some medicine,"

"And if it is..."

"Well... we will do some maternity clothes shopping on the way home," he smiled,

"And ice cream?"

"And ice cream," he nodded kissing my head, "Won't it be nice? getting to have a little one?" he cooed resting his hand on my stomach, "A cute adorable little baby"

"It would but still... I worry is all."

"I know you do Y/n, you worry about everything," he chuckled,

"Mrs Watts?" A Nurse came around the corner clipboard in hand,

"Come on, let's go find out," He smiled squeezing my hand,

I nodded and pushed myself up following the nurse through the corridors often squeezing Benny's hand until we reached the office. The nurse left and I sat down in the chair ready to be examined. The Doctor soon arrived and did the usual checks of things while glancing over my paperwork Benny often lingered over his shoulder protectively even if he never let his hand leave my own.

"Alright, well we have some good news, Mrs Watts." The Doctor explained cleaning his hands, "You are pregnant,"

"Right, okay." I nodded, "How far along?"

"About six weeks, well into the first trimester."

"Okay," I nodded, "Thank you, doctor,"

We got some advice, and some pamphlets of info and we headed home getting ice cream on the way. I sat on Benny's leg as we sat together in the chair. I nibbled at my ice cream cup a little as Benny sat and read the pamphlets about the pregnancy, his hand happily on my stomach.

"Hey, Come here you," he chuckled pulling me a little closer, "We're gonna have a little baby, aren'y you happy Y/n?"

"I am Benny, it's just... big news is all. it's a big change."

"I know it's going to be a big change, we are going to have to get you some maternity clothes, get some toys and a crib, baby clothes, we need to look into moving. Lots to do. But it's still exciting and we have plenty of time." He smiled kissing my cheek, "According to this... baby is no bigger than a Y/E/Cberry right now so we have plenty of time to get physically, mentally, and emotionally ready for our little one,"

"Your right Benny," I nodded kissing his head,

"Hey, come on," He smiled setting my ice cream and his papers down and helping us each up, He turned the record player on to let the sweet music play,

"What are you up to?" I giggled,

"Just a little dance Y/n," he cooed, holding my hips and pulling me to lay my head on his chest as we gently swayed in a sweet dance,

"Why?" I chuckled,

"Well, I want to savour it,"

"Savour it?"

"Well, we won't be able to dance this close once baby gets bigger so I am just enjoying it," He cooed, "Enjoying dancing with you, and holding you, without like a watermelon between us,"

"I guess so," I smiled and squeezed him to enjoy our little dance.

I sat on the chair whining from back pain, leg pain, foot pain, just PAIN in general honestly, Benny sat on the floor trying to be a MAN. or so he said.

He sat on the floor trying to put furniture together since we moved into our new little rental house and he was attempting to put furniture for the nursery together. But Benny is a man of chess, he is not a man of tools.

"Ahhh fuck-" he sighed, "I put the legs on backwards,"

I glanced over and saw the frame of the rocking hair but he put one set of legs correctly and the other set where the back was meant to go,

"Benny, it was one more dollar to get it preassembled."

"I am not trusting some hung-over department store employee putting together the rocking chair that my WIFE will sit in as she holds my CHILD! No. I do not trust them I am doing it."

"Alright Benny," I laughed,

"You read your second-trimester info?"

"No,"

"Why not? I thought you where going to read it to me while I worked?"

"I was... then the baby began to be a problem,"

"He's kicking again?"

"Yep, and my stretchmarks are coming in really bad,"

"Ohh you poor thing," He crawled over and kissed my belly a few times, "See it's okay, daddy's here." he cooed, "So tell me how big is our baby?"

"The booklet says a bell pepper or a banana,"

"... I mean those are two very wildly different sizes in my mind,"

"I know,"

"Are... are you sure?"

"Twenty weeks. Banana." I nodded, "The Doctor said in the second trimester yesterday,"

"...But... you're huge! You're so much bigger than that."

"I know, he thinks we might be having two,"

"Even so... two Banana's are fitting in here with room to swim," He explained,

"I know, guess we just have to wait and see." I sighed,

"We will. But I'm sure everything will be okay." He cooed, "Even if I think you have space in there for a whole bunch," he laughed, "But Maybe... we should get another crib... just in case."

"Just as a spare. We can always return it,"

"Yeah exactly, now I shall get back to building Mama her rocking chair for baby's room," he smiled giving my bump and my nose a kiss before returning to his work,

"Benny?"

"Yes, Y/n?"

"... wouldn't you have been better doing this upstairs? cause... how are you going to carry the rocking chair up to the nursery?"

".... God Damn it!" He complained,

I sat up in my little bed, we had gone in for just a check-up and the doctors had concerns over the size of my stomach, they were concerned but all tests pointed to everything being fine I was admitted anyway, and told we should prepare for twins perhaps even triplets. I sat in the bed doing a little knitting to make the children a little blanket to snuggle when their born. The door opened and Benny came through,

"Look what I got for you," he gleamed as he sat a cup of ice cream on my table and kissed my forehead, "Hello Y/n,"

"Hi Benny," I smiled as he sat down, "How do things?"

"Fine, ughh prepping everything at home, sleeping has been very hard,"

"Oh?"

"I'm not with you,"

"I'm sure you are sleeping far better without this big bump taking up the bed,"

"I admit... it is nice to stretch out," he chuckled, "Doesn't mean I don't miss my wife," He cooed taking my hand,

"I miss you too Benny, but it's not much longer,"

"I know," he nodded,

"Anything else?"

"I... do have a tummy ache?"

"Oh? Why?"

"I have been having a lot of takeaways,"

"Benny!"

"I don't like cooking, and I'm bad at it. I need my lovely wife to help me,"

"Well, you shall have to learn when they arrive,"

"I shall," He laughed, "I am trying. but... it's not going well. How are you doing?"

"Kicking... nonstop. but fine."

"Good, It won't be long then we can cradle our little ones in our arms, One. two. Or maybe three."

"I'm happy no matter how many,"

"No matter?"

"No matter at all, so long as they are sweet and healthy,"

"Yeah, so long as they're healthy and happy."

"Plus the more I have... the less chance of needing to be pregnant again,"

"Like that's gonna stop me?" he chuckled, "You could have ten babies and I am still going to want to cuddle and snuggle my lovely wife and give her more babies,"

"We'll have to see Benny," I told him taking my ice cream, "Thank you,"

"You're very welcome Y/n," he smiled kissing my lips, "Now, daddy needs his cuddle," He smirked cradling and resting his head on my bump,

I lay in the hospital bed my ankles on the sturups, my body numb from pain, I had stared only at the ceiling for what seemed to be hours. The pain had taken over me completely My hand was in Benny's grip I felt his grip changing as things happened but I couldn't pay attention. I couldn't focus. My body worked only for the purpose it knew it had to do. I had no choice in it. No way to stop it. so I was forced to merely feel the agony.

I had a moment of respite and dug my nails into Benny's hand,

"Benny... Benny... the baby..."

He smiled as he kissed my lips softly, "It's over. It's all over."

"Over... please say it's over..."

"It's over. I promise." he reassured, "it's all over Y/n."

"The baby?"

"They're fine. They are all fine."

"All..."

"My sweet girl, My beautiful Y/n. You're a mother," he smiled, "To five."

"Fiv- FIVE!"

"Five little babies, and they are all happy and healthy and adorable!"

"Five!" I yelled, "I am gonna kill you, I am going to murder you in cold blood. I am going to drown you in a bathtub you and your goddamn dick!"

"How is this my fault?" he laughed,

"Come here my husband, come here." I cooed pulling him closer he smiled expecting a kiss but I grabbed a scalpel from the table and went for his jeans,

"AHHHH!" he bolted away, "Put it down, Y/n!"

"Get back here Benny!"

"Put. It. Down."

"Fine... I'm fine... I'm calm..." I nodded putting the scalpel down,

"Okay... I assume the drugs are kicking in?"

"Ummm I need lots of drugs."

"Yeah, you really do. Birth is... terrifying,"

"You think!" I yelled,

"Fair enough," He nodded,

The nurses gave me drugs and helped make me comfortable, and soon enough brought the little train of cribs to my bedside, three girls and two boys, all laid happily.

"Awww they're so perfect," I cooed,

"They are aren't they," he smiled sitting on the bed with me and holding my hand,

"I didn't make enough blankets," I chuckled,

"Well the other two will have to wait till you can knit them one each," he laughed, "The boys can wait for a blanket,"

"what are we going to do about the nursery..."

"AHhh yeah... I thought nursery for the girls, I give up my office and make that a nursery for the boys,"

"Sounds good," I nodded, "But the side crib is going to be an issue..."

"Ohh yeah..." He nodded, "Uhhh... I think we'd be better giving them the bed and we'll fit in the side crib,"

I laughed, "I don't think you're far off Benny,"

"What shall we name them?"

"You haven't-"

"No, I wanted to wait till you were... you know thinking. I don't know what happened to you, you just kinda became an animal for a while,"

"I pushed five children out of me,"

"I'm saying it was scary I didn't say it was justified, Y/n." He chuckled, "So? What do we think?"

"I think..." I smiled as I looked at them the three girls lay in their cribs I picked one up and held her to my chest, she was so small with the fuss of my Y/H/C hair, Benny's brown eyes, my nose, and a sweet little smile. "Catherine,"

"Catherine?" He asked,

"Yeah, little Catherine,"

"Catherine Watts. or Cathy Watts?"

"Both I guess,"

"I like it, Little Catherine."

"Catherine," I smiled kissing her head before I handed her to Benny,

"Catherine. our first little girl."

"She was first?"

"Yeah, I think... it was a bit of a rush I wasn't really paying attention I was more... counting,"

"Understandable," I laughed before I picked up the next little girl holding her close and kissing her too, she had blonde hair and little Y/E/C eyes with my nose too, "What do you think... about Peggy,"

"Peggy? Awww I like that a lot little Peggy Watts."

"I do too," I smiled handing Peggy to him too,

"Awww hello Peggy," he smiled kissing her head, "what about our last little girl?"

I picked her up and she too was blonde but she had Benny's brown eyes and my nose once more, "Diana,"

"Diana? Awwwww I really like that little Diana Watts."

"Diana Watts. It's perfect," I smiled I went to hand her too Benny but then realized, "Humm...."

"Y/n..."

"I'm sure if we-"

"I don't have any more arms, to hold babies,"

"You can hold her like that," I smiled handing her over so he could hold her too,

"What am I expected to do? Juggle?"

"No!" I laughed, "I wanna hold the little boys," I smiled picking them both up and keeping them in my arms kissing their little heads, strangely one had blonde hair and brown eyes and the other had Y/H/C hair with Y/E/C eyes, "Little baby boys, what do you think?"

"I don't mind, you did such a good job with the girls,"

"... Bobby, and Johnny," I smiled

"Oooohh I like that." he nodded, "Bobby and Johnny Watts. They sound like perfect names for them," He smiled, "Wait- Did- Did you name them all after songs!"

"...maybe..."

"I love you so much," he chuckled,

"I love you too Benny," I smiled kissing him, "We are... in for a time."

"We really are," he nodded,

I woke to the sound of crying I kicked Benny,

"Humm? Ohhh yep... okay I'm going." he yawned kissing my head and heading out of the bedroom across the hallway to the nurseries,

"Who is it?" I asked,

"Bobby," He yawned,

"Awww poor thing bring him here he probably needs more cream on his rash," I sighed sitting up a little,

"Here we are, lil rashy boy," he said as he came through and handed me Bobby so I checked his little diaper rash and gave him more cream with seemed to soothe him,

"I still hear crying?"

"Yeah it's Johnny," he said as he paced down the hall bouncing Johnny on his chest,

"What's the matter with him?"

"Nothing, I tried the bottle, he's clean,"

"Probably just sympathy,"

"Yeah, it's very sweet you love your brother and none of us like seeing him in pain but you don't need to cry every time he does,"

"Maybe Bobby crying woke Johnny,"

"Might have done. I'm surprised the girls aren't up," Benny yawned,

"Girls have the white noise machine,"

"Ohh yeah, I thought we turned it off?"

"No, I turned it on becuase Cathy won't sleep without it,"

"But doesn't Diana hate it?"

"she does, but Diana was already asleep and it was the choice I made,"

"Fair enough I would have too," He nodded,

Once we got them both to settle Benny took them back to bed and laid back down in bed with me,

"Goodnight Y/n,"

"Goodnight Benny,"

but before we could even drift off more crying began,

"Ughh I think that's Diana up,"

"Or Peggy with her tummy ache again,"

"You're turn,"

"Fine," I sighed pushing myself out of bed,

I sat in the chair nuzzling and cuddling my pillow, watching Benny as he readied the children for their doctor's appointment. Which was NOT going well, as he battled with dressing and feeding five infants.

"Y/n..." He began,

"Mama is resting her eyes."

"I know but-"

"Resting. Her. Eyes."

"Y/n! I have two hands and five children,"

"You said I didn't need to worry I could have a minute,"

"Yes and then I need help!"

I chuckled and got up to help going around and sorting things with his help, "Peggy is gone. Cathy needs her shoes on. Diana is wearing odd socks but that's fine. Bobby why do you not have pants on! And... why is Johnny in a dress, Benny?"

"Becuase I had a lot of babies to juggle and I briefly thought he was Diana, it's fine, screw gender roles right Johnny?"

"he seems very unhappy, I think he likes trousers,"

"Yeah I think he does, You dress Bobby I'll take care of Johnny,"

I yawned a little as I brought Bobby back from the table after changing him and returning him to the playpen, as I did I smiled as I heard the music play, And I looked across the living room, to see Benny having turned on the record player the sweet music playing, in his arms he had Diana giving her a little cuddle and a dance. I stopped to watch him for a while, and after a while, he set Diana down and picked up Peggy giving her a cuddle and a dance too, and after a while of their dance, he set her down and gave Cathy a dance too.

"You having fun?"

"Yeah just having a little dance with my girls," he cooed,

"Did the boys get a dance?" I laughed,

"They did, while you were changing the girls,"

"you are too cute," I laughed, "May I have a dance, Mr Watts?"

"Ohh you may Mrs Watts, just as soon as Cathy is all done," He cooed,

I laughed and watched him finish his dance with her and he set her back in the playpen and opened his arms for me so I happily went and nuzzled on his chest so we could have a soft gentle dance with his hands on my hips, "I love you, Y/n, you and all our little ones,"

"I love you too and all out little ones,"

"You think maybe... we could have another baby?"

"When they are older Benny," I warn him,

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Illicit Affairs | Part Two | Bill Weasley x Reader

A/N: Hey, guys! Sorry it's taken me so long to write this, I was on vacation for most of July and didn't have the chance to post. A lot of you have requested that I write a second part to Illicit Affairs, and I want to make y'all happy—so here it is! ❤️❤️❤️

Song: Illicit Affairs

Part One

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, break up, verbal fighting, kissing

Taglist: @pandoraneverland @inpraizeof

Bill lay in bed at the Burrow, staring at the ceiling above him, tossing and catching an old, beat up Quaffle. The only sound that could be heard was the leather making contact with the palms of his hands.

All he could thing about was you. And Fleur. He thought about the way he longed to run his fingers through your h/c hair. He thought about pulling you into his arms and kissing you gently whenever and wherever he liked. He longed to tell you how much he loved you—and he longed to hear you say them back. And then he thought about Fleur. He thought about all the "I love you's" they had shared, all the times his fingers got caught in her bright blonde hair, all the times he kissed her. But she still wasn't you.

And that's why he had to tell her.

Tossing up the Quaffle one last time, he caught it gently in his hands, giving it a small squeeze before setting it on his nightstand. Heaving himself out of bed, he ran a hand through his tangled hair and headed towards his door, opening and closing it gently so he didn't disturb anyone.

Then he did the unexpected: he made his way to the twins room. Slowly, one foot at a time, he walked up the crooked, cracked stairs to their room, knocking three times before pushing the door open.

The light in a wand went out, and violent "Shushes" echoed the room, two figures scrambling into opposite beds.

Bill raised a brow, flipping on a light switch with an amused look on his face as he looked at his brothers.

"Care to explain why you're in our room, Billy?" George asked.

He rolled his eyes, one arm on the doorframe, "Care to explain why you're hiding?"

"Touche, Billy, touche." Fred sighed, pulling his quilt away from his face and turning to face his older brother, "Shut the door."

Entering the room, Bill was careful of where he stepped. He didn't know if or when he'd set something off, so he opted to lean against the door, "I had something to ask the two of you—but it seems like I'm interrupting something."

"No, no, just the usual 3:00 witching hour, innit, George?" Fred chuckled, his hands slapping his thighs, "So what'll it be, old Billy boy?"

"An electric shock shake? George asked.

"Or how about a sticky trainers?"

"A strapping young man like you may need a peace disturber, right? Or perhaps a—"

"Oh shut it, I'm not here for one of your inventions," Bill snapped, "I made a decision."

George tilt his head, "About what?"

"About—"About what?" You two have been nagging me for days to decide!" Bill hissed, "And now you don't even remember?"

But he merely waved him off, "Learn to take a joke, Billy boy. Y/N and Fleur. So, what'll it be, a nice tall cup of blonde and Veela or the one you're in love with?"

Bill chose to ignore his comment, and instead answered his question, "I'm ending things with Fleur tomorrow night. I'm telling her everything."

Fred's eyes widened, "Everything? Even that you two... rode the old broom?"

"Rode the old—Fred! We didn't—we haven't—we've only kissed twice in the whole time we've known each other. And only one of those was when Fleur and I were together. I know I'm a horrible boyfriend, but give me some credit."

George's hands went up, "Alright, alright. Our apologies. So, tell us, how are you going to break the news."

"We're having dinner in at her place. Just ordering some muggle food to share. It'll be a private dinner, so I'm going to break the news to her then. She's going on holiday with her family for a few weeks after that, so we wouldn't have seen each other anyway. I'm hoping it'll distract her."

"Well, she's a very beautiful witch, so she'll have plenty to distract her," Fred sighed, "So, what are you going to tell Y/N?"

Bill nodded, "I'm going to tell her that I ended things with Fleur. And I'm also going to tell her that I'm going to take some time to myself for a bit. I don't want to go from one relationship to another too fast. Out of respect for Fleur, Y/N, and myself."

George put a hand on his heart, "What a gentleman."

"And then I'll ask her to go on a date with me. And we'll see how it goes."

"We'll see," Fred nodded.

"Or hear," George smirked.

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Bill knocked on Fleur's door at half past seven, forcing a smile onto his face as she pulled him in for a quick kiss, ushering him into her kitchen where boxes of take out food were sitting on the counter.

After sitting down across from Fleur at her little breakfast nook, he cleared his throat as they began eating.

"Fleur, there's something I've been meaning to tell you." Bill said, a look of pain on his face.

She placed a hand over his, an uneasy smile on her face, "You can tell me anything, you know that, right, Bill?"

He nods, "This isn't going to be easy to hear, but it's something you need to know."

Fleur inhales, preparing herself, "Okay."

"I'm breaking up with you."

A look of surprise sets into her face and she removes her hand, "Oh."

"But that's not all."

"Oh?"

"A few months ago, I kissed another woman. And I'm sorry. I thought that if I just pretended like it didn't happen, then we wouldn't have a problem. But it only made things worse because it means I wasn't honest with you. I regret it."

She began to put the pieces together, "You regret kissing her while you were with me, but you don't regret kissing her."

He looks down at his paper plate, ashamed of himself, "Yes."

"I'm not going to lie and say that I'm not mad or upset, because I am. But I'm glad that you told me and didn't lead me on. That would've been worse. Thank you for having enough respect for me to say it to my face."

Bill nods, "You deserve better."

She nods, "I do."

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Bill arrived home that night completely exhausted. As he opened the door to his room, he wasn't surprised to find the twins already sitting on his bed, ready to talk.

"How'd it go?" Fred asked, tapping his foot excitedly.

But Bill merely slumped on his bed between them, "She took it well. Better than I would have taken it if the roles were reversed. Doesn't make me feel any less like a piece of shit."

George nodded, "Then that means you did the right thing."

Fred rubbed his brother's back, "So it's over?"

"It's over." Bill sighed.

"Well, you know what they say..."

"What?"

"Every ending has a new beginning."

And that new beginning was you.

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It had been three weeks and three days since Bill Weasley had come knocking on your door, letting you know that he broke things off with Fleur and that he was in love with you. He told you that he needed time to process things, but that when he was ready, and you were ready, he'd like to take you on a date.

So when you got the owl all those days later asking if you were free the next night, you had to sit down and remind yourself to breathe. Finally, after ten years of being madly in love with Bill, the two of you were getting your chance.

The night of your date, you had done everything to near perfection. You had showered, fixed your hair, done your makeup, gotten dressed, doused yourself with perfume, and put on your shoes.

Before Bill could even knock on the door, it swung open. A smile was plastered on the both of your faces. You hardly processed that he was putting a dozen peach roses into your hands, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You could only think about how long you had waited for this moment. And how good things were worth waiting for.

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Epilogue

It had been five years since your first official date with Bill, and since then, your relationship had remained steady. Yes, you had your ups and downs with one another, but your love never wavered.

The two of you were married in August of 1997 in a small ceremony at the Burrow. And even though though the night didn't end as expected, you wouldn't have traded it for the world. Because it meant the two of you would always be together, no matter what.

From that night on, the world around the two of you began to crumble.

Fred died, and the two of you were heartbroken. But you picked the other back up and relied on one another for support.

Even though you both lost people you loved during the war, things seemed to turn a new page after that.

You found out you were pregnant about a year after the war ended, and you had a little girl with hair like her father's, eyes like yours, and a mind of her own. You named her Hope, because like those around you, the two of you had hope for the future. For each other and everything life had to offer.

And then, the night after you and Bill renewed your wedding vows, you found out that you were pregnant again. Your second child, a girl, was born nearly two years after her sister. And you named her after a witch who had a lasting impact over you: Tonks. Well, Nymphadora, because you and Bill couldn't stop laughing about how much she hated her name and how much she would have loved it for your child.

And now, sitting on a rocking chair outside of Shell Cottage, you rested your hand on your bump while Bill read a book to your daughters. The two of you were expecting a boy in another six months and you already knew that he would complete your little family.

Bill looked up from the book, his eyes meeting yours. A large grin spread over his face, and you returned the smile as his focus returned to the book. But his smile never wavered, and neither did your love.

Because that's the thing about illicit affairs And clandestine meetings and longing stares It's born from just one single glance.

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run-me-through-but-not-like-that · 2 years

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Love your izzy/reader stuff!!! (The alphabet was really good <333) Would you do one where izzy and reader used to be lovers (maybe on blackbeard's ship?) and they reunite on the revenge? I have a soft spot for lovers who don't work out at first but end up finding each other again some time later and happily end up together (also, the revenge can be a good place for izzy to get some development and see how other healthy couples act!!! at least after the whole kraken debacle passes, lol)

This turned out much longer than I originally thought it would be 😂

Reuniting with your past lover, Izzy Hands (Gn!Reader):

When the crew of the Revenge pulled a survivor out of the remnants of a wrecked ship, the last thing they expected was to find a member of Blackbeard's crew.

For the most part, the crew didn't believe you at first. Black Pete had quizzed you about the infamous captain and your answers seemed to satisfy him. Captain Bonnet, however, believed you.

You were welcomed aboard and as part of the crew, eventually convincing the rest of them that your story was true. You were in fact a member of Blackbeard's crew before being left behind after raiding the ship they had found you on.

After realising that you were a much more seasoned pirate than Stede and were already teaching the rest of the crew how to effectively run the ship, Stede promoted you to his first hand.

You had become used to your new life, your new crew, you even liked it. It was very different to working for Blackbeard but it was a nice change, more relaxed, more friendly. It took some time for you to get used too the differences but you managed and you were content, at least for the most part.

Everything was going fine...unless your crew got into some trouble...and it was Blackbeard's crew that saved you all.

Thankfully, none of them had noticed you during the chaos and afterwards you kept your distance from Blackbeard and his men.

You didn't stand out from Stede's crew anymore, no longer in your leathers, so it didn't surprise you when they didn't recognise you instantly. Plus, you weren't sure if Blackbeard would remember you at all.

The Revenge was sailing off again before anyone noticed your familiar face, and it was the one man you had been avoiding the most.

You were crossing the deck when you heard your name being called, a familiar voice filled with an uncharacteristic amount of surprise.

You paused before turning towards the man clad in black.

"Israel" you greeted him blankly, the rest of the crew beginning to stop their tasks and watch on, not so subtly.

"We thought you were dead" and he really was looking at you like he was seeing a ghost, your surprise appearance shattering his usual façade for just a moment.

"Yeah, well, I'm alive. Always have been. You might have known that if anyone had bothered to look for me" your words were bitter, you knew that, but you didn't care much. You were left for dead by people you thought you could trust.

"Blackbeard gave orders" was Izzy's only defence. "We're glad to see you're alright" the words came out strained, almost unsure.

"Don't start acting like you care now, Iz. We both know you don't" you laughed humourlessly, shaking your head. "Now, I have things to do, so if you don't mind."

From that moment on the crew knew there was a tension between you and Izzy hands but none had suspected a past relationship of sorts. The crew adored you, you were one of them, and they didn't like Izzy at all so they didn't even consider the idea of you having been involved with each other.

They assumed he had just been a harsh first hand, even more so when he had near complete control over the crew, and you resented him for it. That made more sense to them than you having been lovers or anything like that.

You avoided Izzy as much as you could after that, but always reminding him that you no longer work for him when he gave an order to you or your crew.

Still, you were both first hands to the men who were currently...co-captaining, so you couldn't avoid each other completely.

Not one kind word was shared between you both.

You had been standing at the helm of the ship one night, enjoying the peace and quiet, when Blackbeard - no, Edward now - joined you.

"You were missed among the crew, I'm glad you're alright" his words had surprised you, but so had everything you had seen of him since he arrived on the ship. You never had much contact with Edward when you worked for him, only Izzy did.

"Thanks...to be honest, I didn't even think you'd remember me" you confessed, feeling much more able to speak honestly with the captain than you once would have.

"I might not have but Iz became insufferable when we thought you were dead" Edward was as equally honest with you, knowing he was never very personally involved with his crew.

"...what do you mean?" your face scrunched up in confusion.

"He's always wound up too tight but he's effective, he just became worse after raiding that ship. Ran the crew harder, questioned me more. Didn't know what was going on with him until he mentioned a crew member we lost, figured that's what caused the change" you listened to his words but still...you found it hard to believe they really meant much.

"Yeah, he's never took failing well" you scoffed, pinning his increased frustration down the raid not going as smoothly as possible.

"We've lost crew members before, we're pirates, it's what happens. Sometimes he gets pissy about it...but not like this time, this was different" Edward shook his head, knowing his first hand better than that to know when something is effecting him.

"...well, good talk, Edward but I should go check in with my captain" it was a weak attempt to get out of the conversation, you both knew that, but you honestly weren't sure how else to respond.

It's been torture for Izzy, watching you with this crew like you belonged. Dressed in your loose and more colourful fabrics rather than your usual blacks and leathers, laughing with the crew, sharing with them, talking about goddamn feelings like it was nothing.

He hated the whole fucking crew. These weren't pirates, how you could integrate with them, become one of them, and like it?

But Izzy was also seeing things that he hadn't seen before.

Lucius and Pete clearly cared deeply about each other despite not being completely exclusive, it seemed to work because they...communicated.

Olu and Jim were close, trusted each other.

It was all insufferable to witness, to see Fang and Ivan pulled into this...soft way of life.

The worst part was the effect Stede fucking Bonnet had on Blackbeard. Since when did Edward share his feelings, since when did he interact with the crew so much. This wasn't Blackbeard anymore, this was Edward Teach and it made Izzy sick.

You appeared to welcome these changes though, he had seen you speaking with Edward on occasion. You didn't seem afraid of your past captain, hell he even saw you laughing with him once.

No, the worst part was that interaction made him wonder when he last heard you laugh. Had he ever made you laugh? He couldn't remember, and it made his chest feel all weird. He really didn't like that.

Neither of you had spoke about your past dalliances, your past involvement, you had barely spoke at all. Like it never happened.

Even with you and Izzy seemingly trying to do your best to avoid each other, or to stubborn withstand each other's presence when you had too.

The two of you might have believed that you were being convincing and subtle, but the crew were picking up on, most deciding not to pry but...some just couldn't resist.

"So...there's some tension with Izzy" Lucius commented when the two of you were sitting together, a knowingly look on his face.

"He used to be my boss, of course there is" you attempted to shrug it off but you knew that Lucius must have seen deeper than that, he was good with that sort of thing.

"You get along with Edward just fine" he pointed out.

"Edward is tolerable. He's learning things from Stede, never spoke with him so much. Izzy is...a nightmare" you insisted, words unconvincing.

"Hmm, seems like more than a bad boss to me" Lucius hummed, raising an eyebrow at you as he uselessly hit his hammer against the railing of the ship.

"Fine" you gave in with a sigh, admitting, "yeah, we were...involved, I guess."

"Knew it" Lucius grinned, his hammering ceasing. This was far more interesting to him. "Can't believe it, but I knew it. You can do so much better. I mean...Izzy?" his grin faded, his expression turning into one of confusion.

"We ended it a couple of weeks before the raid were I got separated from the crew. It was never perfect but guess that argument was just where we drew the line. We...weren't going to work out in the long run" it did feel good to get this off of your chest, you hadn't talked to anyone about your relationship with Izzy before, and Lucius usually gave pretty good advice on this sort of thing.

"So, the ex-boyfriend" Lucius mused.

"I wouldn't really call him a boyfriend" you scoffed, figuring that title would be too sentimental for what you had, for Izzy's liking.

"Well, considering he wasn't a boyfriend, he sure does stare at you a lot" he sounded like he was trying to cause trouble, maybe he was.

"What?" you asked with a small frown and Lucius bit back an amused smile at your reaction.

"You haven't noticed? He's always looking at you, can't tell what he's thinking though" well, that gave you something to think about as you fell silent.

You were usually the last one to turn in for the night, being the first hand and your duty being to make sure that everything runs smoothly.

You weren't too surprised to see that Izzy was still awake, leaning against the railing of the ship and looking out at the dark waves.

At first you were going to ignore him, just go to bed, but he looked like he was deep in thought, like something was bothering him.

Damn your sentimentality.

"Fuck it" you muttered to yourself.

You didn't speak as you stood beside him, leaning your elbows against the railing just like he was. He didn't react.

"Thinking about something?" you asked but got no response, so you continued, "we share our thoughts on this ship, y'know?"

"Fucking pathetic, can't believe they pulled you into this" that's about the reaction you expected from him, that familiar sound of disapproval.

"It's not that bad...kinda nice, actually...to feel like somebody's got your back" you shrugged, refusing to let him drag you back down to your old ways.

Izzy didn't respond to that, just staring out at the waves.

He had your back.

...until he didn't...

"I know you don't like how Edward's...changing but it's good for him. Stede's teachings have been good for all of us" you told him, not wanting him to drag Edward back down either.

"It's made you fucking soft" Izzy scoffed but his tone was lacking his usual bite.

"...that's not always a bad thing" you defended, only receiving another scoff. "It could have done us some favours" your voice became quieter, finally bringing up your past together though it really wasn't that long ago.

"Never were good at that" Izzy agreed quietly.

"I'm happy here, Edward is happy here...you could be too, if you let yourself" you promised him. "We like to talk on this ship so...if you ever want to talk, I'm here" you assured him.

He didn't say anything so you just gave him a nod before leaving, hoping that some of your words might have gotten through to him.

Things change after that, nothing too drastic, but noticeable enough for you and some more perceptive members of the crew.

The tension between you and Izzy was easing up a little, the two of you even enjoying sitting together in a comfortable silence from time to time.

You could talk like co-first-hands, but it never really got too personal.

Strictly professional.

Even if that's not what either of you wanted.

You should have known that it was only a matter of time before everything came up again one way or another.

"Remind me, why did we end things?" Izzy's question caught you off guard, it being just a little too forward for him.

"Because we weren't good together" you reminded him but he must have already known that.

"We weren't?" he asked, the way he was looking at you was making it hard to meet his gaze.

"I couldn't do it anymore, we couldn't be what the other wanted" you told him, "you couldn't open up, couldn't put anything before your duty to Blackbeard, and I didn't even know what you wanted."

"I...I wanted you" in all fairness, he sounded honest.

"Didn't feel like you did" you admitted, striking a icy feeling into Izzy's chest, "it was like you wanted a version of me but not all of me, and you couldn't give me all of yourself."

"I didn't know how" Izzy confessed, surprising you a little.

He rarely opened up, this was probably the most honest and vulnerable he's ever been with you.

"Neither did I...but now I do and I can't go back to the way things were. So unhappy and repressed, I hope you come to the same realisation because, despite everything, I want you to be happy" your tone was soft, gently chiselling away at Izzy's defences.

"Why?" his laugh was bitter, like he didn't believe you.

"Because I really did care for you even if things didn't work out, still do I suppose. Never knew any different to what we were, what we had, now I know and I think you deserve it too" you couldn't tell what he was thinking and he didn't say anything.

Just like it always had been, he never could truly let you in.

"Night, Izzy" you sighed, walking away in defeat.

"I cared about you too" the words came suddenly as Izzy spun around, like suddenly deciding that he didn't want you to leave, "after the raid, I tried to convince Blackbeard to turn back, to just check the wreckage for survivors but he wouldn't change his mind."

You believed him, you really did.

"Night, Iz" you gave him a small smile before leaving, heading to your cabin.

Izzy knew he had to do something, say something.

He knew that somebody else would know what the right thing was even if he didn't.

Izzy is too proud to ask for advice, though he wouldn't admit that, he would simply insist that he didn't need advice. But the truth was that he was lost, he knew he had to do something but he didn't know what or how.

Everything came to a boiling point when you got hurt. Stede had gotten himself in trouble and, in true first hand fashion, you had put your life on the line for him.

Izzy had brought your unconscious form back to the ship, Stede and Edward guiding him to the captain's cabin, Stede insisting that you would be taking his bed until you had recovered. You had risked your life for his own after all.

Izzy had stayed when Roach did the stitches on your abdomen, Edward having to tell him to relax and stop chastising Roach for doing the best job he could.

He never left your side while you slept, nobody sure whether you would wake up or not. He barely slept, only ate and drank when one of the captains would bring him something.

There was no doubt about it among the crew now, everyone knew were Izzy had been for the last couple of days. He loved you, he must have.

When you finally woke up with a groan of discomfort, Izzy was the only other person in the room. He had never felt so much relief, seeing you wake up and look at him.

"Iz..." you croaked out, causing him to hurry to get you some water. You drank the whole thing. "What happened?" you asked.

"You got stabbed, protecting Stede fucking Bonnet" you knew he disapproved, it was clear in his voice.

"You would have done the same for Edward" you pointed out, having enough energy to roll your eyes at him.

He knew he couldn't argue with that.

Still, he tried, "don't do something so fucking stupid again."

"If you're just going to shout at me for doing my job, you can leave" you sighed, turning your head away from him and staring out the window. Maybe nothing had changed for him.

"...sorry" Izzy rasped, sounding tired. "I was..." there was something in his tone, like there was something he wanted to say but just couldn't.

You looked at him again. Alright, maybe he was trying.

"Some might come back from a raid mentally devastated. When that happens, we talk it through as a crew" you told him, slightly playfully with a small smile.

"Fucking Christ" Izzy groaned, dragging his hand over his face and you laugh.

He couldn't but smile a little. There, he did it, he made you laugh.

"It's okay, Iz. What do you want to say?" you encouraged, reaching out and taking his hand.

"I was...I was afraid, that you would die" Izzy confessed, earning another soft smile from you.

"I'm fine. It hurts but I'm going to be okay" you assured him.

It wasn't the first time you'd been on the wrong end of a sword, though it was probably the worst wound you had received.

"I already lost you once, thought you were dead, I didn't want to lose you again" his words warmed your heart, being unlike anything he had said to you before. Genuine, sentiment, caring, dare you say loving.

"You haven't lost me. I'm right here" you squeezed his hand as a physical reminder.

Izzy turned his hand around, lacing his fingers through yours.

"You were wrong, about us not being good for each other" he told you, staring down at your intertwined hands, "I wasn't good for you but you were good for me, I just didn't see it at the time."

You couldn't remember the last time he looked like this. Tired, defeated. Only then did you come to the realisation that he mustn't have slept for as long as you've been unconscious. Had he even left your side?

"You look tired" you frowned, stroking your thumb along the side of his hand.

"I...haven't slept" he confirmed your suspicions.

"Stede's bed is big enough for two. You can get some rest and watch over me at the same time" you reasoned, wincing when you tried to move over.

With a little more convincing and letting him help you shift closer to the window, Izzy did lay down with you.

Hands still interlocked as you both drifted off into well needed sleeps.

Stede and Edward did end up walking on on the sight when they came to check on you. That shouldn't be surprising, it was their cabin after all.

However, they decided to let you both rest and quietly slip back out of the room.

The colour had returned to your face and Izzy was finally sleeping, those were good signs so they would leave you be for a little while longer.

Once your wound was healed enough, you were back on your feet and back to your usual duties, giving Stede and Ed their cabin back as soon as you could.

Everybody was glad to see that you were alright but were a little less pleased about how Izzy had glued himself to your side.

You were barely ever alone but you didn't seem to mind, Izzy was always right there.

He had actually been your makeshift crutch when you first started walking around again, always there for you to lean against if you pulled on your wound.

The two of you were working together well as co-first-hands, better than ever.

Functioning like a well oiled machine, just like you used too.

The difference this time was that there wasn't a forced distance between you both, the walls that kept you apart had crumbled, letting you see each other properly for the first time.

Night fell, the sun setting, Stede having read to the crew and everyone had turned in for the night.

Except for the first hands standing at the helm of the ship, of course.

"You should rest" Izzy told you, it sounding more like an order than a suggestion.

"I'm fine" you told him, earning a disapproving look from him. "Honestly, I am" you chuckled slightly, appreciating the concern but you really were healing well.

"...alright" he nodded, giving in and choosing to believe you.

"Thank you, though" you smiled softly, clarifying, "for being here while I was recovering."

"Don't plan on going anywhere anytime soon" he shrugged, almost as if those words meant nothing but you knew they meant a lot.

They meant everything.

"I think we've come a long way, Iz" you truly had never felt so close to him.

"Still have some way to go" Izzy nodded, knowing that there were still hurdles to jump but he felt confident about his ability to do so.

"Obviously" you chuckled, nodding in agreement. "But...we're better, we're...something" you reminded him, nudging your shoulder against his.

"We always have been, just needed to..." he frowned a little, unable to think of an appropriate word to express himself.

"To grow?" you asked and he nodded.

There was a short pause before you took a breath and asked, "do you think...we could try again?"

"Yeah, I'd like that" Izzy breathed out as if he had been holding his breath, like a weight was lifted from his shoulders.

With a smile, you took his hand and turned to him as he turned to face you.

"I think this could work out this time. We just have to communicate, to be open with each other" you really had high hopes that the two of you could become something better.

"I think I'd like that, with you" Izzy breathed, resting his forehead against yours in a surprisingly tender manner, making you smile again.

When you noticed his eyes fluttering shut, you tilted your chin up, lips meeting his. Izzy returned your kiss with a longing that you weren't familiar with, something that he hadn't displayed so openly before and it gave you hope.

It told you that he felt the same.

The two of you could try again, could be better than before, the two of you could work out the way you both craved too.

#izzy hands x reader #ofmd #izzy hands #our flag means death #ofmd izzy

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jesswritesthat · 2 years

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Sakusa Kiyoomi: Demons

Fandom: Haikyuu!! — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: ~3k, fluff

• Sakusa isn’t the most expressive, but there’s always little things he does to show he has feelings for you - just as you do for him.

Warnings: none

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Sakusa was a realist, you'd known that for a long time, and you'd affirmed that with every question he asked you. This was a man who thinks with his head and not his heart, who is lead by logic rather than emotion.

It baffled you then why he seemed so confused by the knocking at his front door - he was always prepared, if there was a visitor he'd surely expect them. Regardless, to save him the trouble you went and answered the door considering your people skills were more adaptable.

"Omi-Omi yer gotta— eh, did we get the wrong place?" The familiar blonde halted his rant when actually taking in your appearance, turning to his owlish partner in crime who looked just as dumbfounded.

"Don't think so... but I'll call Meian or Sakusa."

"No no, you've got the right place. MSBY Teammates right?" It was more of a fact than a question, having already recognised them, and so you continued. "Besides, Kiyoomi probably wouldn't answer a call from you anyway."

The blonde issued a pleased smirk at that, leaning on the doorframe with a smug tone.

"Was gonna ask if ya knew him, but with that answer I'd say ya know Omi-Omi really well."

"I told you, stop calling me that Atsumu. What do you want?" Sakusa now stood intimidatingly by your side, twin daggers sent toward his Setter that forced him to sheepishly step back. Yet, disregarding his Spikers remark, he remained brightly charismatic unlike the deadpan Sakusa.

"Yer just moved in to yer new place! Livin' alone can be daunting so we're here to help - unless yer not alone?"

"Leave."

"We haven't even come in yet! So can we?" Bokuto piped in this time, excitement racing through his veins oblivious to Sakusas' attitude as usual.

"You wanna die?"

"Kiyoomi, they came to help like I did. You let me in, and the quicker we're done the quicker they go."

"You're different." It was muttered within a heavy sigh, the ravenette reluctantly conceding once glancing at your hopeful smile. "But valid point."

So became a sociable day of assisting Sakusa in unpacking, his teammates sharing horror tales of when they'd first moved out - both of them somehow starving? Kiyoomi rolled his eyes after questioning their maturity which prompted Atsumu to seek your alliance.

"Tch. Don'cha get annoyed by his teasing?"

"I tease him too, Sakusa rarely messes up due to his preparedness but when he does I love highlighting it." You proudly admitted, Sakusa sighing by your side and flicking a styrofoam piece at you.

"I know. It's annoying."

"Nice ta see ya get teased too, alright I'm gunna order from Onigiri Miya so we don't starve this time. Lemme know whatcha want~"

"You to go home."

"Aw, but we're not finished yet - we know how you hate leaving things in a mess Kiyoomi." Bokuto grinned brightly, thumbs up sent to the ravenette as he followed Atsumu out to the kitchen.

It was quiet for a bit when you'd continued your task, bemused by how well his teammates knew him with Sakusa opening a new box and pausing slightly at item it contained.

"Could you put this up there?"

It was a multi-frame he was unboxing, presumably the photos going in were already predetermined so you weren't surprised when he'd handed you the near completed photo frame. You'd took a detailed look at it, having filtered through some of his pictures previously, you understood he'd chosen fond memories. There was one of his family, one of him and Komori, multiple Volleyball ones, an older one picturing him and Ushijima as well as one of the MSBY Black Jackals. Except it wasn't the professional Team shot, it was a selfie where they'd all clambered together with varying playful faces after a victory.

"You chose the one where you're all goofing off and smiling."

"It matches the theme more. The professional one has its own separate frame." He'd answered casually, moving to sit beside you whilst his teammates cluttered in the kitchen - he'd scold them later.

"What theme?"

"My personal life, these are ones that make me feel at home. They're important, things I care about - just please refrain from telling Atsumu and Kōtarō that." Careful fingers held the other side of the frame, eyes briefly flicking to the re-emerging pair now carrying beverages grateful they hadn't heard. "Speaking of, I need one of us."

"Us? You have plenty on your phone." Came your blissful smile when locking eyes with him, Bokuto and Miya checking out the object of attention, one frame indeed blank. Sakusa talking to himself more than anyone else.

"They're not right."

"Never thought you'd have something like this! I need one to put a Fukurōdani photo in, oh - and one of me and Akaashi!"

The three of you agreed fondly with Kōtarō, resuming your task of unpacking the last of Sakusas' belongings which turned into quite a nice night.

———

As far as you'd heard, your favourite Spiker was settling into living alone just fine - a lot better than the dramatics you'd heard from Kōtarō and Atsumu when they'd first moved out alone.

Or so you thought...

"Can I stay with you?"

It was scarily abrupt, spoken the moment you'd opened the door, not even a chance for greetings nor to think as you'd instinctively answered.

"Yeah of course, uh for how long?"

"Forever." Sakusa had claimed as he gratefully entered your home, expression still somewhat unreadable with the presence of his mask.

"Omi what on Earth is wrong with your place?"

He froze on the spot, turning to you with arms wrapped around himself and a disgusted expression accompanying his deadly tone.

"It's been infiltrated by a demon."

"Kiyoomi—"

"It moved so fast, I didn't even see what it was. I didn't want to. So I refuse to go back there." He'd shuddered as he recounted the recent memory, like he relived a traumatic event.

"Oh? Ultimate Ace Sakusa Kiyoomi is defeated by an unwanted house guest. Isn't this what Atsumu meant when he said you could ask them for help?"

"I'm not doing that." Stubbornly bitter. He hadn't appreciated your sarcasm and muttered his refute with a glare.

"Then we're going." You'd happily retorted, reaching for your jacket.

"What?"

"We're going to slay a demon Omi~"

"N-no we're not! I won't let you." The speed of volleyball apparently aided in everyday life as Kiyoomi slid into your path with adamant argument.

"Then I'm calling Atsumu."

"Why do you have his number? — Nevermind, tell me later. I'm trying to protect you, you don't need to venture into that hell site."

"Kiyoomi, I want to. You've helped me out numerous times, and vice versa. We balance each other out, so hand me some armour and let's go."

Begrudgingly he'd truly looked at you, if it wasn't for the overpowering war occurring in his body then he’d claim you were a blessing - how could he possibly argue with you looking as beautiful as that, regardless of how he’d wanted to protect you.

When you got there fully decked out with protection, pesticide and traps, you're already assessing the situation with Sakusa begrudgingly waiting outside his front door. You'd told him he could remain as far as he wished (oh how he wanted to) but he insisted that for your sake he'd stay as close as he could manage.

Ultimately you were in and out in no less than 10 minutes once discovering that it was a rather large flying cockroach making residence in his home and disposing of it correctly.

"It's done."

"Thank you..." No sooner was hand sanitiser thrust onto your hands with Sakusa then bowing out of gratitude despite the layer of uncertainty that had laced his tone.

"You can stay with me tonight if it eases whatever..." You gave a hopeless grin, gesturing to his permanently distasteful glare flicking from your form to his home. "This is."

"I'll prepare dinner and breakfast then, we should go shopping on the way home so I can buy ingredients." Sakusa breathed a sigh of relief and fell into step beside you, already loaded with his next question. "Anyway, why do you have Atumus' number?"

———

Being friends with Sakusa Kiyoomi inevitably meant you'd become acquainted with Komori Motoya who was currently your plus one to the MSBY Black Jackal vs Azuma Pharmacy Green Rockets game.

“Wow he’s definitely on his game today huh?” You leaned against the railing in awe, by the second set you couldn’t take your eyes off of him which Komori noticed with a soft smile, tucking his hands into his pockets before thoughtfully replying.

"Mm, Sakusa puts 100% effort into everything he does."

"I know, it’s paid off."

Motoya looked to you again, this time curiosity knitting his brows as he gently nudged you to draw your attention.

"Haven't you noticed he's putting in a lot of effort with you recently?"

"Say what now?"

"I was with Kiyoomi when he brought your favourite fragrance you were running out of." Your sheer innocent perplexity left him grinning wider, amusement dancing on his features whilst recalling the memory. "He spent 20 minutes in the aisle smelling a bunch of things to find the one that smelt exactly like you."

"Why didn't he just ask what type it was?" It made you smirk in confusion, still bemused either way.

"Wanted to surprise you, even removed his mask to do it - it was kind of amusing to see his reaction."

"Bet he hated that, I can imagine the disgust." You we’re both laughing now, but you felt a warmth in your chest with Motoya finishing the story, it was a side of Sakusa you rarely got to see after all.

"Yeah you're right, but I knew when he found it by his soft smile. Plus the mask was instantly back up."

It also meant you'd become acquainted with the MSBY Black Jackals which Sakusa would have rather avoided, but as soon your name had left his lips even he couldn't withstand their unbreakable persistence.

Hence why Bokuto had immediately jogged up to you when you’d come to meet them after the game considering how many times you’d met previously. It meant you’d missed the searing glare of Sakusa burning holes into Bokutos’ back because he’d greeted you first - wrapping you in his arms no less?! Luckily Komori was there to distract his cousin.

"You watched the whole game right? Did you see my killer cross shot?!" Kōtarō remained oblivious, lost in eager conversation with you since you responded so enthusiastically to him.

"Yeah! You were amazing as always Bokkun, you all were. Kiyoomi seemed really hyped today too."

"Yup, Akaashi used to tell me there was someone admiring me in the crowd to get me hyped up. I didn't think it'd work on Kiyoomi." The former Ace shrugged, finger to his chin in deep thought - even you were sceptical of his comment.

"Oh, he's influenced by fans?"

"Dunno, I just told him you were watching today. That seemed to do the trick." Bokuto nonchalantly claimed, giving you a too hearty clap on the back that almost sent you flying forward - Sakusa appearing out of nowhere to steady you just in case.

"Are you ready?" With a smile of gratitude, Kiyoomi gently bumped your shoulder as he spoke.

"Mhm."

"Wha— wait, what's happening? Aren't you celebrating our win?" Bokuto caught onto this exchange, loud voice ricocheting over to the rest of the team and sparking their interest.

"The tournament has a just started, it's too early to celebrate." Sakusa exasperatedly sighed, hands fidgeting deep in his pockets and avoiding all gazes, meanwhile you kindly answered the question he’d strategically avoided (motivations unbeknownst to you).

"We're having dinner and watching a movie at his place."

"Movie night at Omi-kuns’? Count me in!" Kōtarō beamed, Kiyoomi flicking to him in irritation.

"Yeah same! When we goin'?" Atsumu chimed in, jogging over with a few other members in tow.

"You're not."

Completely misinterpreting Sakusas’ brutal refute, Hinata brightly responded like a ray of sunshine.

"Oh oh, we should pick up some extra food on the way so there's enough for all of us."

"Great plan apprentice! Thanks for the reminder Omi-Omi, we'll meet you at your home soon." Bokuto followed on, Sakusa sighing once more and tried to derail this apparently unstoppable train of thought that was picking up more MSBY passengers by the second.

"That's not what I—"

Too late, they’d bounded off in excitement and whisked you away with them, exchanging ideas of what to purchase and the fastest route to Omi-Omis’ from the store - leaving Sakusa and Motoya still in the deserted hallway.

"It was meant to be just you two wasn't it?"

The ravenette didn't answer his cousin, choosing to bury himself deeper in his MSBY track jacket with a huff of disapproval (his blush not going unnoticed by a knowing Komori).

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It was after their semifinal game that you'd headed to the locker room, their next opponent in the finals being the Schweiden Adlers. You knew Ushjima played for that team, someone Kiyoomi knew and admired, so when you'd met him outside wearing a warring expression the second he locked eyes with you - that's what you assumed to be the problem.

"You seem stressed, worried about the upcoming Finals?"

"No, we've done everything we can to prepare and put in 110% effort. The rest is out of our control." It was confident and steadfast, clearly not the issue then which stumped you slightly considering you knew something was wrong.

It was eerily silent for a moment, an awkwardness lingered like fragile scales ready to tip at the lightest touch.

"...Then what?"

There was a glare first, one that bore through your very soul, but also one that seemed as though he was questioning himself too.

"You."

"Me?"

"Yes."

Silence brewed again, this time with you searching his eyes for some sort of unspoken answer, for something you’d apparently missed in all the instances you’ve got lost in looking at him.

"Do you- do you want me to leave you alone then?" You'd internally cursed yourself for the crack in your voice, stilted by the possible meaning toward you.

"Yes— no. That! It's that!” The Spiker shook his head and ran his fingertips through his hair so tentatively. “You make me do this all the time. How do you do that?!"

"What?"

Sakusa breathed, more for himself than you, and then his voice filled with an unfathomable amount of consideration and sentiment it caught you unawares.

"I'm not oblivious, I'm aware that I have feelings for you. That's why I want you in my life; why I don't want you to leave even though I'm perfectly capable of being alone."

"Kiyoomi… I understand y’know." Despite your soft whisper linked to your own feelings, he became far more passionate as he argued with you.

"Do you? I never really believed in luck yet I constantly find myself thinking how 'lucky' I am to have you. I dislike large crowds and being around others but being around you is fine, and when you're there I guess crowds become a bit more tolerable. You take everything I know and flip it upside down - I hate that I can't prepare for that but if I get to be with you it doesn't bother me... as much."

His breathing was uneven now after spilling more than he ever even considered, more than he knew he was capable of feeling, let alone putting into words - then again, that’s the kind of effect you’d had on him lately.

"Kiyoomi, is this your way of confessing to me?"

"It wasn't meant to be, I had it all planned out but there never seemed to be a perfect time for it. Hence this scenario." The two of you were more composed now, like things had fallen back into place with a sense of untouchability after what had just been said.

"Are you kidding? This is the perfect time. Any time would be. I only care that you've told me and you're comfortable having done so, because quite honestly I've been trying to figure out the best way to tell you that I'm falling for you too."

"You are?" Sakusa seemed bewildered, wistful tone betraying him in that moment which only made you giggle slightly.

"I don't go slaying demons for just anybody Kiyoomi."

The aftermath of the semifinals wasn't his ideal scenario, he'd much prefer the blessing of privacy - but with emotions already running high and a more vibrant feeling burning in his chest, he acted on instinct.

The first was brief, a flicker of fleeting soft warmth like he'd accidentally burnt you, but the second you'd smiled and connected again - he was meticulously passionate in the way his lips met yours, a fiery slow burn that left heat dancing up your skin.

Sakusa ignored the proud cheers of his teammates, their erratic whistles and playful teasing when he pulled back to admire you in this moment. Everything was so wrong compared to his usual standards but he'd be lying if it didn't feel so right.

Sakusa is a man who thinks with his head and not his heart, because his heart belongs to you. Kiyoomi leads with logic whilst you understand emotion - so by his logic, the two of you together are the perfect balance. Something he had never felt the need to ever question.

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BONUS:

It was on the way home you caught Sakusa blushing whilst checking his recent messages, and upon noting your curiosity the Spiker tilted it toward you.

An impressively high quality image of the two of you smiling at each other so admiringly moments after sharing your first embrace.

[ Atsumu: For that empty frame 'a yers. 😝 ]

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idolish7imagines · 11 months

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I know I made a request already >_< Like, I still hoping for more Momo content ^_^ So: Momo x reader, fluffy, really fluffy I am still struggling and want some fluff

fluff scenario yes. I don't care the context, comfort, fluff, I would like some warm, happy feelings please. Thank you so much! I love your writing, like Re:purpose is my favorite fanfiction atm xD

::Momo x Reader :: Romantic Getaway

A/N: here's your momo fluff I hope you like it!

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"It seems we've gotten to a crossroads." Momo puts a thoughtful finger up to his chin, deep in thought..

By that he meant you guys had been tied at Monopoly for the past hour.

"Alright, I guess we'll have to settle the score some other time!" He chuckles, as the both of you start gathering the pieces to put it in the box.

The idol stands up with a big stretch, almost akin to a cat making a satisfied expression once they stretch their paws and body across the floor. You had been sitting on the floor for a while now, but not wanting to lie on any surprise monopoly pieces when you two head to bed later, you decided the floor was the better option for your game.

Thankfully this wasn't his house though, it was a guest room suite you two had been staying in for the past week for your honeymoon trip.

Momo begged and pleaded (almost too dramatically, nearly shedding tears but this is Momo we're talking about) to Okarin and his brother to clear his schedule so he could spend his time as a newlywed properly. He ended up finding this nice getaway resort not too far so he'd be able to get back to the city to continue his work as soon as he returns.

The weather wasn't too cold or hot, there were plenty of things to do so you wouldn't get bored, and most importantly, no one recognized him; it was perfect.

He may have been planning this even before you got married, but that isn't important right now.

"Lets find something else to do, I'm not sleepy yet!" He lazily puts his hands behind his neck, sitting cross-legged with a slight rock. Despite that, the both of you were wearing pajamas.

Earlier, You'd had a nice bath together and played some table tennis that he was surprisingly good at along with some other activities the resort offered.

After a quick digging through the drawers beside the bed, you pulled out a magazine with a couple on the cover of it hugging each other. The black-white haired idol scoots over to your side to peek over your shoulder, equally curious.

"Ooo, couples exercises huh?"

"I don’t think we need those, it says its for couples currently having issues.” You pointed out the text inside of the magazine page.

“Ah, it says it can help couples having issues, not that its directly for them!” Momo corrects you, still adamant on trying it.

Any minute now he’d start pleading that it seems fun, so you’d skip that part for his sake and agree.

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The first exercise was maintaining eye contact for 15 seconds straight, and god was it awkward.

As much as you loved Momo’s pink orbs, it was still a bit hard to look at him that long--in silence at least. On the other hand, he gazed at you with his usual bright smile, not seeming deterred by the timeframe.

That is, until he forgets to actually blink. Those pink eyes you love immediately start watering and he looks steadily more uncomfortable, fidgeting a little.

“..Momo, you can blink.” You stare at him with half-lidded eyes.

“No, I’m gonna win!” Momo insists, still intensely staring at you. You couldn’t help but chuckle a little at that, but he keeps true to his word and survives the whole 15 seconds, then reaching for a tissue to wipe the slight water that had been welling up in his eyes.

“...I’m still not sure what that was supposed to prove.” Struggling to find meaning in the simple yet somehow a bit tedious exercise, you look back at the instructions to see if you’re missing something.

“Honestly, me either.” Momo finally settles down after rubbing his victory in your face a little. You were hardly paying attention since you were preoccupied with reading. “I don’t need to stare at (Y/N)-chan to know that I trust you.” He continues.

The book is lowered as you glance over at him with a softened gaze. Your eyes lock for half of a second and he takes that as an opportunity to be mushy and place a peck on your cheek faster than you could react.

You blink a few times, not out of shock but of how fast he did that--only to be pinned down not even two seconds later.

Your husband's fangs show as he smiles happily with a tinge of mischeviousness.

"You know what I think would bring us a little closer?" His breath tickles your ear as he leaned in by it.

"W..what?" You mutter, voice barely above a whisper as your mind immediately wandered to whatever he could be thinking of with that face, but dared to ask anyway.

"Hehe…" His eyes squint, gazing deeply into yours for a moment. A slender manicured hand is placed on the side of your thigh.

"TICKLE FIIGHT!"

A prideful (and loud) declaration is made, and your sides immediately tingle as he attacks you on both thighs and your waist.

"Wh--MOMO!" A screech louder than you intended comes from you, slapping his shockingly fast hands away.

Momo continuously cackles as he continues his tickle attack. As you started to catch up with hitting his hands away, he got even faster.

“Okay Momo, Okay!” You plead, barely able to speak through your giggles.

“Nope, not until you formally declare you surrender!~”

“I surrender!”

“Alright alright.” He sneaks a kiss on your cheek before finally letting up. Your body almost started aching from all those sudden reactions.

After a moment of you catching your breath, he picks you up and places you on the bed, to your surprise. Once you’re set on it, his hands don’t leave your hips, looking at you again.

“Kay, what’s next then, some cuddles, or maybe something more?” A slight twinkle in his eye as he winks.

Your lips purse with a slight lean backward, making him immediately chuckle.

"Your reactions are just too good that I can't help but be a little impish sometimes just to see it!" He grinned.

You'd shake your head if he weren't so terribly cute and good at what he does.

"I'm really looking forward to spending the rest of this trip with you, we've needed this alone time for a while now." His tone was more genuine and serious now even though his smile remained, leaning his head on your shoulder.

"I agree." You nod, slowly running your hand through his black locks. "Sorry if it's not as exciting as when you're with your other friends back home though."

"Eh? I married you though." Momo raises his head back up to make eye contact with you. "Of course I love being with you.." His arms around you squeeze a bit tighter.

"Momo.." Your hand stops in his hair.

"I already marked a '(Y/N) Day' every day in my schedule that I'm free for the next few months!"

"..Momo I'm not sure if you can predict that far-"

He gives a shrug. "I can just change it around if something else comes up."

That earns a smile from you.

"I love you, Momo.." you mutter.

"I'll love you forever too.." He brings his arms up to wrap around your wais above you stomach, helping you lean back.

"Now, we've already had dinner and a bath, so you can have me for dessert!"

#idolish7 #idolish7 x reader #ainana #idolish seven #momo x reader #momose sunohara #i7 #re:vale #momo

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mareenavee · 11 months

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Been meaning to pick your professional brain a bit, so... Tell us about rewriting/drafting/editorial pass! What happens when you read to edit? How is it different when you read someone else's work vs your own? What do you look for, what do you notice differently from when you're in writing mode? Any advice to get better at the whole editing thing, and what typical advice that we often see (kill your darlings, never do x, always do x, write for yourself, know your audience...) do you think could use some nuance or explanation? And maybe most importantly, what advice would you give a starting beta reader? What makes for a good beta reader and/or editor, especially when there's no monetary transaction involved and it's all donated labor? What are some of the essential skills?

Hello my friend!! Thank you so, so much for asking me about editing!! I am over the moon. I love this part.

I'm lucky because while it's been my job for quite a long while now (often among other responsibilities) work hasn't ground out the joy of it. I prefer to edit fiction, of course, over corporate copy and advertising, but am honestly happy to dig into either kind of project. The point of it is to bring the right words to the forefront of whatever the written material is, I think. To make the piece the best it can be, and at the same time show the writers how capable they really are. (: So let me dive right in! (THIS IS LONG, by the way, so under the cut! The irony is not lost on me about wordiness and editing and then producing this LOL but it's alright. I'm a chatty person online and this is more or less conversational.)

What is an editorial pass?

There's several kinds of editing. What I do most for paid corporate work is proofreading -- which is catching typos and grammar mistakes and correcting them. This is usually a first pass of any given project. This pass doesn't usually suggest changes -- things are left as is except typos and grammar mistakes. This is sometimes also called copyediting, though copyediting is the next step up and also checks for style consistency, among a few other things, especially in academic and corporate work.

Next is line editing -- this is more checking for word choice at the sentence level. We're looking to make sure things flow together nicely, and that we're cutting the fluff out when necessary. When things get too wordy and there are cleaner ways to phrase something, a line edit pass will catch these things.

Next past that is content editing -- this is done on a full manuscript or story to check that the ideas are complete and the story flows together logically. This should be paragraph and chapter level and should also check for consistency in tone and authorial voice.

After that is my personal favorite, which is structural editing. This is actually technically what you should start with if your manuscript is already complete. But we'll get into the difference between having work beta read and having work edited below. Anyway structural editing is going to check for, well, structure -- organization, flow and quality of the book in its entirety.

There will be notes regarding concerns and big picture issues with the story. These usually won't include detail-level edits, though some professional editors do offer multiple passes on the same manuscript. If your structural edit is mostly glowing praise with few key concerns or suggestions, you can move onto more detail oriented edits to address those specific concerns.

And an even higher level editing that can happen even before a manuscript is complete is Developmental Editing. I like to think of this as an outline critique or consultation more so, as this pass won't be rewriting or doing any sort of detail work. The editor takes your idea and helps ask the right questions to make sure you're organizing your ideas to the best of your ability. They help an author to see the book as a reader would see it.

What happens when you read to edit?

Reading for enjoyment is actually as important to editing as it is for writing. The key takeaway is that an for either, you need to have a extremely solid grasp on the components that make a good story. For an editor, especially so when the 'rules' might be broken purposefully by an author. Honestly, a lot of it is still opinion based. Two different editors, generally, will have different insights for you reading the same manuscript, biased by how much they read and what their specialties are. Most editors, too, will have an ear for grammar which nobody wants to talk about but it's true. You don't need to memorize every single tiny little grammatical detail to explain in full to your authors when you edit and catch errors. But an editor usually can hear when things are off more or less and can provide resources if a mistake is noticed as a consistent issue.

Mostly when you're reading to edit and I'll use structural editing for an example here, you're always thinking of how things flow together and how the story threads intertwine and connect. You're thinking through how the story will land for a casual reader. There's a lot of work in the background in this case, and it takes practice to be able to point out when elements fall flat. You as an editor should also be able to suggest ways to fix the flat parts of the story -- and to do that you need to have read widely in many genres. Read for the sake of understanding how stories come together. Read while taking extensive mental notes as you go. Each book is a learning opportunity.

How is it different when you read someone else's work vs your own?

I actually just reblogged a post about this that sums it up pretty nicely. When you're writing you're so close to your own work it can be hard not only to spot errors but to let go of work you've written. It can also be difficult to see where your work shines because it's not how you envisioned it in your head. Writing is an entirely different process, even if you can go back in with good editing eyes, again it comes down to perspective. You're too close to your own work. You've spent so much more time with it. You know every detail (presumably) and might not be able to see beyond that. The editor, on the other hand, and also a beta reader, will be able to shift perspectives a bit based on their own biases and specialties and help spot things that weren't obvious in the thick of the project.

For me I know I am not as strong a writer as I am an editor for this exact reason. (Regardless of what others think of my writing, this is still true lol) I get a sort of tunnel vision on what I'm attempting to get on paper. A second set of eyes helps point out what needs more attention. An editor should be a project's biggest cheerleader because our goal is to bring out the best an author can do. We can see the threads of greatness as we go through a piece. When we suggest things, it's always to make the piece stronger and for the story beats to hit harder. So this piece really comes down to perspective. When I read my own work, I still am very much mired in it. When I read someone else's work, I get to experience it without it having lived in my head for x amount of time. It's a fresh view of the text, and that can often be invaluable.

What do you look for, what do you notice differently from when you're in writing mode?

This kind of plays off the last few questions, more or less but here I'll switch to self-editing. It really is a mindset change and it's incredibly difficult on one's own writing. Usually I need to take a day or two to let the chapter (for instance) I'm working on simmer and move on to the next thing to get my mind out of the weeds about it more or less. Then I go back in with the goal to proofread and do line level editing.

Because I am the author, I'm always trying to keep in mind overarching structures and plots. (I'm a planner rather than a pantser/discovery writer normally though there are exceptions when I add to the plan later.) This does make "editing mode" a little bit easier for me, besides being a professional editor. I'm actively trying to keep the threads together in editing mode, and actively looking for accidental repetition, places where fluff can be cut out, areas where the words sound off/discordant and can be improved, and personally I am always trying to be sure each line of dialogue or inner monologue SOUNDS like the point of view character I'm working with. This comes from asking the right questions of your work -- "Why would x character respond this way?" But that's a whole other topic. Someone could ask me about how I handle character building another time if they'd like (: But it's all part of the editing process.

In writing mode the goal, at least for me, is to get the idea out of my head and into a draft / on paper. I have the bones of the story in my outline and now I need to get the words out. First drafts are incredibly important and are not -- I repeat -- are NOT garbage. These are the rough foundations and the effort is not wasted. You can't refine anything if there's nothing on the page. The first draft is gold. It is the authentic creative writing experience. The rest is editing. (: And the revision process, the editing, helps bring forward the gem of an idea you had to begin with.

Any advice to get better at the whole editing thing?

The two biggest pieces of advice I have for this is to read widely and to come to your work with fresh eyes before you attempt to edit.

Reading widely means to read outside of your preferred genre as often as you can. This can also mean reading craft books -- ie things that talk about the writing process or even the editing process -- and it can mean consuming other kinds of media with a focus on storytelling like video games, ttrpgs or movies etc. It also means paying attention while reading, always keeping an eye on your own answer to the question: "Why does this work so well?" or conversely "why do I hate this?" (: Reading critically is a habit that not a lot of us innately have. You do have to put in the work just like with writing to read closely in a way that benefits you as a writer and an editor.

Now for the next part -- walking away from your draft entails two things. One, that you've written all you could before you turned on editing mode and two you've given yourself a day or two to do something else (or continue writing) before you return to what you want to edit. It's so much harder to catch what you're missing when you immediately turn back and edit what you've just written. (With exception.) You can catch more typos, and fix the fluff or underwriting when you've given your mind a second to rest.

Improvement comes with practice, too. So purposefully trying to edit, and purposefully trying to read critically and building a habit out of these things will lead to a better understanding of the craft in general. All of it translates to writing strong first drafts and being able to revise more effectively. It's cumulative. Nobody is born a perfect writer or a perfect editor.

One last tip that might be a little impractical depending on your circumstances is -- if you want to get better at editing quickly, read your work out loud. It's easier to find clunky areas as you verbalize them.

What typical advice that we often see (kill your darlings, never do x, always do x, write for yourself, know your audience...) do you think could use some nuance or explanation?

I could write about each of these but this post is already long! So I'll pick my favorite. "Write what you know" doesn't mean "Stay in your lane and write about your retail job" for example. To me, it's more like even in a fantasy world, you can bring in things you've experienced and give them to your characters.

Not a single one of us is as boring as we think we are (: I learned this when I was going through the Creative Nonfiction track in my undergrad creative writing degree program. Even something so average told from your perspective can be fascinating to someone else. So apply it to your story -- all your experiences, your emotions, whatever you can throw at the canvas so to speak.

Your character isn't a reflection of you if you don't want them to be. But they can still go through a fantasy version of troubles that evoke the same kind of big emotions that you've been through. It can be kind of cathartic -- at least in my experience, it can be.

What advice would you give a starting beta reader? What makes for a good beta reader and/or editor, especially when there's no monetary transaction involved and it's all donated labor? What are some of the essential skills?

So first, the difference between a beta reader and editor does come down to the donation of time. You're going to get different responses based on the skill of your beta reader and how much attention and time they have to donate. The ideal beta reader will be someone who is in your intended audience and is generally a close reader, even if they're not there looking for grammar mistakes or anything like that. They'll have a working idea of their own personal answers to what they feel works well and what doesn't when they read in general.

Generally a beta reader will be a set of eyes that will catch your grammar mistakes and typos but probably won't be providing line level suggestions. They'll function as a light structural editor or work more or less on a chapter level. Some beta readers (like myself because I am also a editor) might donate more time and effort to the project than others and be able to make professional suggestions, but this is not to be expected or requested.

If you're just starting out as a beta reader, it might be good to practice on maybe a published novella or short story first, low stakes because the author can't see your comments. Begin the process of reading widely and asking yourself "Why (or why not) does this work for me as a reader?" "What makes this enjoyable (or not?)" "What is it about this piece that is done well (or not?)" The grammar practice can come later -- refresh on the rules, but again don't worry about being perfect. The biggest skill you can build is reading critically. Practice, practice, practice. And when you offer your skills as a beta reader, let your author know if it's your first piece. Sometimes a very fresh set of eyes are just the thing a project needs, so don't be shy about saying so.

On the skills needed -- beta readers should not be shy to say exactly what they're thinking in a kind, constructive way. This can take some practice. But if you're going to point out something that's not working, it's good to have an idea as to why and be able to convey that. It doesn't have to be to the level of a suggestion and certainly not to the level of a rewrite or being able to provide comps/resources.

Being able to provide comments of your thoughts in a structured and logical way based on your opinion of what you've read comes with practice, of course. It's essential because an author is generally looking for specific feedback when they're asking you to beta read their work to make sure their story is hitting as intended for their intended audience.

Again having a good ear for grammar is going to be important here, too. You don't have to be perfect about it, either, or memorize every tiny technical detail. But being able to hear when something is off is useful again because while writing, an author is very close to their work and might not catch it.

And last -- remind yourself you are human. You aren't going to be able to catch every error. You aren't going to be perfect. (listen, not even every editor is going to catch every single mistake. Again, we're human!) You are not a machine. The act of being a close reader for an author and donating your time to assist them is selfless. Nobody should be expecting perfection. This is a collaborative effort between audience and author in this case. You get to make suggestions and perhaps change an author's mind about the direction of some things in their stories. Authors can choose not to take advice, too, without needing to explain anything at all. It doesn't mean the effort is wasted. It comes down to having a second set of eyes on the project with the intent to bring out the best.

Beta reader or editor, your job is mostly to be the work's cheerleader and see past the rough edges to the gem underneath, and then show the author how truly talented they are when they've forgotten in the thick of it. These are simply two different levels of the same kinds of tasks (:

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the right words | q. hughes

inspired by "i would" by one direction

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summary: quinn has an innocent crush on a sweet girl with a not-so-sweet boyfriend. all he wants to do is help her, and their professor gives him the chance to do so when he pairs them together for an assignment.

pairing: nerd!quinn x reader

word count: 1.7k

warning: slightly controlling boyfriend

note: this is probably going to be a multi-part series. i love this idea sm

it hadn't taken long for quinn to recognize the way he treated you. your boyfriend, that is. at first it was love, it was lust— everything that came with a healthy relationship. but then it got dark. he'd treat you coldly and controllingly, used you as he wanted without you having any say.

quinn knew he could treat you better than that jerk but he was just a nerd amongst a crowd, so what voice did he have?

you lived on campus, as did most of your friends, so much of your time was spent at school. quinn only saw you in class or in the library occasionally — until mason, the jerk, pulled you away. quinn never really talked to you either, but you were a known sweetheart and that alone was enough to capture his attention.

your voice was like silk, soft to his ears. he only ever heard it when it was close enough, but it always managed to make his heart skip a beat. he was intrigued by you, infatuated with you, all he wanted was to be your knight in shining armour. save you from the evil you so bitterly called your partner.

you came into class with a sweet laugh and his head perked up. he held back a smile as you made your way to your usual seat with your boyfriend, the look on your face making him turn red. he was always so easily flustered, but you were just so beautiful. he couldn't help it.

"alright class, we're going to be doing something new this week," the professor's voice projected through the room.

"as you all know, our unit on free will is coming to an end. for your final project you'll be put into groups —partners, specifically— and you'll be writing an essay on whether you and your partner believe or don't believe we have free will."

a couple boos and sighs were let out but quinn remained neutral, his focus remaining on the way your leg bounced unnaturally quickly.

"you will not be able to choose your partners."

your leg went still.

"i've already chosen them for you."

you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, the grip on your thigh growing tighter. quinn's jaw clenched at the sight.

he hadn't even realized the prof had already concluded the lesson and started reading the pairs to the class until he heard his own name. he'd been in his head the whole time.

"quintin and daisy."

daisy meuler. she was an odd one, he wouldn't lie. he went to highschool with her and he remembered the time she tried snorting gummy worms. he could try to work around it.

"sorry, i misread that last one, quintin and y/n," he corrected.

quinn tried to remain calm as your gaze met his, and he realized he'd been caught staring. you simply gave him a small smile and turned back to your boyfriend who seemed to be looking at him teasingly.

his heart sunk to his stomach. after months of this silent, innocent crush he had on you, he'd finally get the chance to talk to you. he didn't want it. he much rather enjoyed letting you be, watching you from afar although he wished some nights to hold you in his arms. it was a contrasting feeling — he didn't want to mess anything up.

everyone began making their way towards their partners before heading out of class. he pushed his glasses up with his finger before gathering his things and making his way toward you, only before realizing you were already in front of him with your 6'4 guard dog standing behind you.

"hi, quintin, i don't think we've met before. my name's y/n," you introduced politely. "oh, and this is mason."

he never thought he'd hear his name so melodiously slip off your tongue.

"p-please, call me quinn. it's nice to.. to meet you," he replied shakily, resulting in a light chuckle from mason. his heart was beating faster than the time his mom caught him sneaking out to play video games with elias.

"i was just wondering when we could meet to work on our project. maybe i could get your phone number?"

"or you could just decide right now, you don't need this kid's number," mason gave an unwanted suggestion. you looked up at him and made a face, causing him to shrug and look around aimlessly.

"sorry about him," you apologized quietly. you both knew he could still hear but you still felt the need to say it. quinn desperately wanted to tell you not to apologize for another man's words yet refrained from doing so.

within an instant, your phone was being held out towards him. he hurriedly dug through his back pocket and handed you his own, hoping it wasn't warm.

y/n :) is what you saved your name as. he just put in quinn.

"thanks quinn. we can talk more about this tonight?" you asked as you began turning to make your way out.

"y-yeah, tonight," he nodded, adjusting the strap of his backpack.

you shot him a grin and that was the last of his first encounter with the girl he loved.

"when are you guys meeting up?" elias asked as they walked through the halls.

"literally right now— bye," quinn replied before making a beeline for the library.

elias chuckled, following closely behind before taking a seat far away from the two of you but still in sight. quinn slowly walked to where you sat, trying not to let his nervousness show as he wiped the sweat off his brow.

you were typing on your laptop when you saw him taking the seat in front of you. "oh, hey quinn."

his head turned to the side as he eyed you but you didn't think anything of it. something's wrong, he thought to himself. your smile lacked it's normal spark and your eyes looked tired. red, almost.

"hey, y/n. how are you?" he greeted, setting his bag on the chair beside him.

"i'm alright," you replied quietly. "and you?"

"excited t-to get started."

your eyes crinkled. "that's cute."

he swore he felt his heart stop. cute? him? he resisted the urge to say something along the lines of you're cute.

"how's your day been?" he asked curiously as he placed his things on the table. he saw the way you hesitated to answer.

"it's been good.. could have been better if i'm being honest but oh well," you shrugged. "so, wanna get started? since you're so excited."

he smiled at your teasing. if it was anyone else he would have taken it to heart, but you had no ill intentions. most people do. however, he felt as though you both shouldn't go on if you weren't in the best mood. he just wanted you to be okay, and you weren't.

"why don't we just take it easy today? we— we can always schedule another day to work on this. there's still a lot of time left until it's due," he suggested, not wanting to work you too hard. he'd hate it if working on this project made you feel worse.

"no, no, it's okay. i wouldn't want to waste your time like that," you shook your head, although you knew it would be a good idea.

"i insist. besides, it would.. it would be nice to get to know my p-partner before we got started."

he didn't know where his boldness came from, but the soft look in your eyes made it all worth it. as you let out a small sigh of defeat, he cheered internally, patting himself on the back.

"alright.. tell me about yourself."

"what?" the question flew out of his mouth before he had a moment to think. his face turned red as he resisted the urge to clamp a hand over his mouth.

you giggled. "don't shy away from me now, quinn. tell me about yourself. what do you do for fun? got any siblings? favourite colour?"

his mind went fuzzy. you were sweet like candy, but never once had he thought you'd want to know the simple things about him. he found himself struggling to breathe yet pushed through, not wanting to leave you hanging.

no stuttering, quinn. she's just a girl— she isn't just some girl— shut up, he thought.

"well i um, i like playing video games and watching movies. i have two younger brothers and.. my favourite colour is sage green."

you eyed him with a gleam and he almost felt like he'd said something weird. it wasn't until you finally opened your mouth that he let out a shakey breath of relief.

"your favourite colour is sage green?"

he nodded, almost timidly. your tone wasn't condescending, he was simply still in too much shock to speak.

"i would never have guessed," you said before you pushed your lips outward in thought. "and you're the oldest of three.. i'm an only child. do you love your brothers? what's it like?"

"i— it's fun. they tease me, most of the time," he replied, rubbing the back of his ear. "but i'd be nothing without them. everything i do is for them, at least that's what i like to think."

you processed his words for a moment. "movies and video games. tell me your favourites."

"marvel movies, all of them are my favourites. and video games.. i'd say valorant," he replied, blinking back the feeling in his heart.

"i've heard of valorant, i think mason plays it with his friends."

forgot about him, oops.

"favourite marvel character? i feel like that says a lot about a person," you asked, propping your arm up and resting your chin in your palm.

"and if i say the wrong one?" he asked uncertainly.

"i don't think you could ever say anything wrong, quinn. you have the sweetest soul," you paused for a moment. "watch you say something like black widow."

he chuckled along with you. "i like spiderman."

"no way," you gasped lightly. "smart boy likes the other smart boy? i should have guessed as much."

you saw the way his face slowly fell and your heart clenched. "hey, i didn't mean that in a bad way. i think it's pretty cute, and if it makes you feel better he's my favourite too."

cute? again?

"he is?" quinn perked up.

"mhm! i love bucky too," you nodded with a big, closed-mouthed smile. "i wonder what that says about me."

he gave you a small smile, adjusting his glasses. "i think it means you're really cool."

"thanks, peter. i think you're really cool too."

"peter?"

"it's fitting, am i wrong?"

"i don't think you could ever say anything wrong, y/n."

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