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girl-next-door-writes · 1 year

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More Than You Could Ever Know

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve becomes your knight in shining armour, but things start to get a little too close to the truth for comfort.

Word Count: 1763 words

Prompt: #19: Fake dating to appease the parents but it turns real.

A/N: The lovely @zaramarrogers chose this prompt for the wonderful Mr. Steve Rogers, and I think it is super cute.

Steve looked up from his sketchbook as you burst into the room. “Okay, which of you fantastic, amazing, kind, wonderful, handsome men are prepared to be my fake boyfriend for an evening? I can offer a free three course meal at a nice restaurant and free drinks. Though not enough for you to get drunk because you need to impress my parents.”

“I would love to offer my services, but I think Pepper would kill me.” Tony grinned, leaning on the back of the sofa.

“Yeah, your ‘playboy’ days are long gone, Stark, but thank you for the hypothetical offer.”

“Don’t take Barnes,” Sam smirked, “He’ll scare the crap out of everyone with that murder stare of his, and his resting bitch face.”

“Hey! I’ve not got resting bitch face.” Bucky frowned, utilizing his murder stare.

“Look, I don’t care which one of you steps up here, I just need someone because I cannot sit through another Christmas family celebration with all my aunts and uncles, my grandparents, my parents, everyone, and have that same damned conversation. The one where everyone tries to work out what’s wrong with me because I’m still single. Just once, I would like to just have a nice night, so will someone do me a solid here?”

The fact you didn’t care who did you this favour made Steve’s stomach drop. He had been hoping the two of you had been moving towards being closer, that you might have sort him out to ask this favour of him, but that wasn’t the case.

“Well, Hope wouldn’t be overjoyed about Scott playing that role. Bucky is too scary, Clint is too grumpy, Tony is too under the thumb, so I guess...” Sam grinned, watching Steve out the corner of his eye.

“I’ll do it.” Steve blurted out, not wanting Sam to offer first. The thought of you pretending to be with anyone, or even really being with anyone, made his blood run cold. He wanted you more than you would ever realise, and if this was as close as he was going to get then he would take it.

“Really?” Your face lit up with a smile and you practically bounced over to him, kneeling on the sofa beside him and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “You really are the best, Steve Rogers. Total life saver. Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You enthused and Steve basked in your happiness, watching with a goofy smile as you bounded out of the room to get ready for the family gathering.

“Thought you were gonna fumble that one, man.” Sam smirked. “Now go show the girl how good you would be together. Take the shot.”

Steve was nervous and as he stood beside you outside the restaurant, he tried to swallow down his anxiety. This was a huge amount of pressure. What if your family didn’t like him? What if he did something and you saw him differently? When your hand slipped into his, he looked down at you and gave you a reassuring smile. He was here for you, to give you a nice evening, everything else didn’t matter.

“You ready? You remember the back story and everything?”

“This isn’t my first mission, doll. I can do this.”

“Right, well, here we go.”

He held the door open for you and as soon as the two of you entered you were engulfed in hugs by women of various ages. The warm welcome caught Steve off guard, but he smiled and returned greetings, even blushed at the compliments that came his way.

“Come, come sit. We’ve got the large table at the back. Now then, Steve, I can see why she kept you all to herself, she obviously didn’t want to share such a fine young man.” Your mother teased as she hooked her arm through his and led him off to the table. Steve looked over his shoulder at you, a hint of panic in his eyes.

“You’ve got this.” you mouthed, giving him two thumbs up as you followed behind.

By the time everyone had made their way through the starters, Steve was feeling much more comfortable. His arm rested on the back of your chair, and he made sure to keep you close. He joked with your grandfather, talked sports with your father, even shared some stories about life outside of missions. Every few minutes, he would glance at you, checking in, and make sure you were okay and enjoying yourself.

Leaning into Steve as you talked to your aunt across the table, you couldn’t help but notice how easy this all was. He made you laugh as much as Bucky did, was as interesting as Bruce, could weave a story as well as Tony, in fact, he was pretty much the perfect boyfriend. Fake boyfriend, you mentally corrected yourself. This was all pretend after all, there was no need to get caught up in thoughts of what could definitely never be.

You tuned back into Steve’s conversation as dessert was placed on the table. It seemed that someone had asked about when he realised you were the one for him. A sense of panic washed over you, this was not something you had covered in the extensive backstory you’d concocted.

“You know, people talk about these big moments, all dramatic and emotional. It wasn’t like that. I was coming back from a workout late one night, I couldn’t sleep, and I headed to the kitchen to grab a drink. She was sat at the counter wearing a huge hoodie that drowned her, hair all disheveled from sleep, pillow creases still on her cheek, and her hands wrapped around a warm mug. She looked all sleepy and on the verge of falling asleep right there on the counter. I had this overwhelming urge to just pick her up and carry her to her bed, tuck her in and just be with her. Not that I told her any of that because I was fairly certain I didn’t stand a chance. I mean, look at her, she’s amazing. So, there I was, just looking at her like some love stuck teenager or something, and she rubbed her eye, yawned and then fell backwards off the stool. I don’t think I’ve ever moved so fast in my life! I caught her, made sure she was sitting securely, and she looked up at me and said, ‘Hey Cap, didn’t see you there.’ That was it. As if she just knew I’d stop her from falling even if she didn’t know I was there.”

Your cheeks grew warm. You remembered that night, it had been so long ago, and you were surprised that was the moment he’d chosen to share. Watching his expression, you suddenly began to understand how much that moment had meant to him. Replaying all your interactions with Steve, it felt as if a floodgate of realisation had been opened. Innocent interactions now held so much significance. Small touches, the times you caught him looking at you, the words that hung in the air between you unspoken.

“And what about you, dear? When did you realise Steve was the one?” Your Grandmother asked and you felt all eyes on you, expectant.

“I, erm, I needed someone to help me with this thing, this mini mission, and Steve was the first to offer to help. He put so much work into it, made sure it all went perfectly and he always seems to surprise me. I never really thought about it before but he’s right, I know he will always be there to catch me, and I want to be there for him too. There have been so many little moments, helping me with tree day and dancing to cheesy Christmas music. He is... he’s wonderful, and I am very lucky to have him in my life.” You glanced up at Steve who was looking at you as if you hung the stars.

The moment was broken by the cheers as the last of the desserts arrived and everyone could tuck in. Steve found he wasn’t all that hungry. The butterflies in his stomach took up more room than he would like, and his mind was whirling. Did you mean what you had said? Was it part of the pretence? Did you like him too? It wasn’t as if he could ask you any of that in front of your family, so he kept quiet, indulging in small talk and trying his best not to get his hopes up.

Steve managed to hold in all his questions until you arrived back at the compound. As you trudged up the gravel driveway towards the main door, he tugged at your hand, silently asking you to stop. Once you entered the building then the evening would be over, the pretence would be done with, and he needed just a few more moments.

“Tonight was...” he began, trailing off as he got distracted by your eyes.

“You were a big hit. I think I will have to bring you along to all future family gatherings or I’ll never hear the end of it.” you chuckled.

“I wouldn’t mind that.” he said softly, running his thumb over yours.

“No?”

“No. I could very easily get used to being your boyfriend.”

The lack of the word ‘fake’ hung between you, the silence loaded.

“So, if this was a date then what happens next?” You asked, your eyes darting momentarily to his lips.

“Well, I would escort you to your door, thank you for a wonderful evening, and...”

You surged up and pressed your lips to his before he could finish his sentence. It took him a moment to catch up with what was happening, but as soon as he did, he was kissing you back eagerly. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close as if you might evaporate or vanish like a dream. When he eventually pulled back a little, he rested his forehead against yours.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He said breathily.

“Then maybe we should make up for lost time.” You hummed, cupping his face and bringing him in for another kiss.

#Steve Rogers #Steve Rogers x reader #Steven's greeting #gndw fic

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deadmomjokes · 3 years

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Me: *only marginally believes in ghosts and hauntings*

Also me, when the baby monitor starts static crackling for no reason: "Begone, Spirit, go hop in the fridge or something, it's been a hot minute since you made the gurgley sounds and we're trying to sleep here." *crackling stops* "Cool thanks, Spirit, happy kitchen cabinet rattling or whatever just keep out of the bedrooms k night night 😘"

#the blub blub monster #keep it happy #followed #i have this running inside joke thing #that ive been followed around by the same benign ghosty spirit since my first apartment #started as #which was the ominous sound our water heater would make before our pipes would back up and barf raw sewage into our kitchen #so we started appeasing it with goofy offerings #and would talk to it regularly to so it would barf in our aink #then it me home to become a buzzing and gurgling noise in our freezer #then back to ominous pipe aounds in another apartment #and my first apt with my husband it was in our heater #and we would chat to it while making dinner cuz it was in the utility closet right there #then a creaky mystery noise in my in-laws place #abd now it's phantom crackles and taps on the monitor #but only one #even tho they both relay from the same base #and it's always whichever one for the room we're in #it was creepy at first #but since we decided it's just The Spirit #it's like whatever #but man it gets awkward when i talk to The Spirit in front of guests who are panicking about spooky phantom taps and scrapes

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talkfantasytome · 2 years

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We're Not Monsters - Where's the Holy Water?

Emerie takes over their morning lesson to try and knock some sense into Nesta and Gwyn. Meanwhile, Cassian can't sit still and needs a distraction.

Warnings: Innuendo | Word Count: 2,431

Previous Part | We're Not Monsters Masterlist | Read on AO3

a/n: Look at me, actually providing some world building and details around whatever life is like for the "demons". It's all ridiculous and still random af cause it's just whatever my mind thinks of, but hey, it's something. 😂

I've actually technically got more than this, but the rest will be in the next part as this was a decent "break" point, and I wanted to get something up today.

Didn't edit. I'm in a rush because my friend and I just decided to grab dinner before a party and now I have about half an hour to get ready. 👀

When Nesta got downstairs, everyone else was already sitting at the dining table, doling out helpings of pancakes, eggs, and bacon for themselves.

The table had never been so crowded, and Nesta felt like she only just fit as she took the last empty seat. Which was, naturally, right next to Cassian. Az sat opposite her, arms crossed and a frown on his face as he stared at all the food and the lack of a plate in front of him.

"Here you go, sweetheart," Cassian offered, handing her a plate full of food. "Didn't want you to miss out on anything."

She took the plate silently and set it down, only then noticing the two chocolate chip pancakes despite there being none on the platter in the center of the table. Knowing how much Gwyn, Emerie, and Mor love chocolate, he must've grabbed them quickly to make sure Nesta got some. It had her mouth twitching into a small smile as she muttered a soft, "Thank you."

Cassian grinned and leaned over to whisper in her ear. "That's not all you'll be thanking me for by the end of this weekend."

Her body stiffened as she took in a quick breath, crossing her legs to appease the throbbing that had begun again. "You sure do know how to spoil everything," she sighed, rolling her eyes.

"Especially you. Preferably for other men." Her eyes snapped to his and he winked before looking down to his overflowing plate and starting on his breakfast.

It was a silent meal for Nesta after that. Gwyn, Emerie, Mor, and Cassian were all quite rowdy and talkative. It made it easier for Nesta to simply eat and observe. And she wasn't the only one.

A glance up had Azriel flashing Nesta a knowing smirk. She narrowed her eyes into a glare that warned him not to say a word about what he'd noticed.

"All right, can we trust you two to behave yourselves for a little while?" Nesta asked Az and Cassian once their breakfast was cleaned up. "I have some things to work on with Gwyn and Emerie."

"We'll be perfect angels," Cassian promised. "Hey, Az, let's go outside and toss a ball around or something!"

Az sighed loudly, giving Cassian an exasperated look. "I can't go outside, it's sunny."

"Oh, come on! I want to see if you sparkle!"

"I do not sparkle!"

"How would you know? I mean, seems to me you can survive in the sun." He motioned to all the windows in the house that Az hasn't had an issue with.

Az furrowed his brows slightly, confusion settling in, and it had Nesta laughing softly.

"The windows are double-paned and formulated to block UV rays," she offered. "It's a common thing these days, as it helps regulate temperatures inside. Also, when Gwyn moved in I reinforced them with magic because…" She glanced over at Gwyn with a mischievous smile and whispered, "she burns."

Gwyn leveled a flat look at Nesta while Az's face turned to Gwyn and softened into something that could almost be described as goofy.

"You catch fire in the sun?!" He seemed almost excited at the concept, and shocked. It had Gwyn and Nesta both cracking up, bending over slightly from the exertion of it.

"No," Gwyn sighed once she calmed down enough, giving Az a gentle smile. "My skin burns…as in, it turns red. Sometimes it can feel like it's caught fire, but it's not as intense as that. It's more like a skin wound created by heat. It can be painful, but it's also just bad for me and my skin."

He nodded in understanding, though looked slightly crestfallen. As if he liked the idea of sharing that with Gwyn.

Emerie burst into the room suddenly, loudly wondering, "Are you two coming? Or will I just be sitting in the room by myself for the entire lesson while you stare at the demons?"

Nesta saw Gwyn's face flush bright crimson as she rolled her eyes. "We're coming," she replied in a low voice, already wishing the lesson were over. "So, you'll stay inside? And not break anything?"

Az nodded as Cassian let out an offended huff.

"I'll see if I can get him to just sit and watch more of that show," Az offered. Nesta gave him a grateful smile and followed Emerie out the kitchen, Gwyn on her heels.

The three girls went into the main magic room, where Nesta kept most of her instruments, spell books, and ingredients. In the center of the room was a cauldron sitting over a small fire pit with wood that could burn eternally.

The room itself was fairly dark, lit only by candles enchanted to remain lit when someone was in the room. The dark wood paneling was almost entirely covered on each wall with shelves of various-sized bottles and phials.

Nesta cast a quick spell to fully soundproof the room - she had no interest in Az or Cassian listening in with their heightened hearing - and pulled out a particular tome and turned to face her two best friends. "So, today we're going to learn about-"

"Wait, let me guess," Gwyn interrupted. "Why you shouldn't summon demons?"

"Oh no, I think Nesta's changing her mind on that one." Emerie let out a laugh as she flashed Nesta an amused smile.

Nesta rolled her eyes. "And why would I do that?"

"Cassian."

"I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about."

Emerie's smirk had grown wicked while Gwyn stood beside her, holding her hand over her mouth to hide her giggles.

"Are you telling me you had that man in your room, in your bed, and nothing happened?" Emerie asked in a skeptical tone, her brows raised. "Because if you are, Nesta Archeron, I swear to all the gods that exist that-

"I had that dog in my room," Nesta corrected. She didn't feel like letting Emerie swear some oath she might end up bound to. "Literally. He was a dog. And who said he was in my bed?"

It was Gwyn who ended up answering Nesta's question. "He literally couldn't not have his head on your lap…hard to imagine he didn't join you on the bed."

"And he was definitely human when he came downstairs this morning," Emerie added in a knowing voice. "And grinning like an idiot. So…what happened?"

"Nothing."

Emerie groaned loudly, her face falling into her hands for a moment. "Why the hell not? I mean, seriously Nesta, even I'm almost attracted to him!"

"He's a demon, Emerie."

"I'm not saying you have to marry him. Just…have a night." Gwyn laughed into her hand again, snapping Emerie's attention to her. "Oh, don't think you're getting off any easier."

Gwyn's eyes widened, and even in the dim light Nesta could have sworn she saw a soft blush on the redhead's face. "Whatever could you mean?"

"Azriel," Nesta coughed out. It was so much more amusing when it was someone else under the light. She didn't care if that was hypocritical.

"What about Az?" Nesta had to admit, Gwyn's feigned innocence was quite convincing. If she didn't know the girl so well, even she might be fooled.

"Well, I don't recall hearing you come upstairs last night, and I did stay up for a little bit to read. Did you hear her come up, Em?"

Emerie beamed at Nesta conspiratorially. "No, I don't believe I did."

She tried not to laugh as Gwyn narrowed her eyes and replied, "So what if I stayed up with him to watch a movie?"

Sighing loudly, Emerie pinched the bridge of her nose, her other arm crossed over her chest and latched on to her bent elbow. "Are you two telling me that neither of you got any last night, despite each of you having a very hot man staying in our house who's interested in you?" Neither Nesta nor Gwyn responded, both looking awkwardly around the room. "Idiots!"

"You don't know that Az is interested in me," Gwyn argued. "It's not like he's constantly commenting on how he wants to have sex with me, unlike someone else who's staying here."

"Well, Cassian's clearly…special," Emerie chuckled.

Nesta felt herself scowling toward her friend without even realizing it. "Hey!"

She paused, shocked at her immediate defense of Cassian. At the distaste she felt when Emerie had implied an insult. She hadn't realized she was beginning to feel that way, and she wasn't entirely sure what to do about it.

Emerie only smirked at her. "Sorry. I didn't realize how much you enjoyed him hitting on you."

Nesta's cheeks started to burn as her blood rushed to them. She wasn't sure how to respond, so she mumbled a quick, "I don't," and began fiddling with the tome in her hands.

She hated that she was lying. Or, more accurately, that her specific response was a lie. It shouldn't have been.

"Whatever, I'll stop. It's not my job to sort out your sex lives," Emerie sighed, rolling her eyes. "But, you should know that I do not condone this stupidity. And to prove it, I'm going to Mor's."

"We still have a lesson to get through." Nesta pointed to her book for emphasis.

Emerie chuckled softly, offering her an I-couldn't-care-less shrug. "It's Saturday, and I've decided I'm taking a proper weekend. I think you two should as well. Enjoy your company." With a wink, Emerie flitted out the room, shutting the door behind her and leaving Nesta and Gwyn staring after her.

"What do you think they're talking about in there?" Cassian asked, his eyes watching the shut door to the room Nesta was currently in with Gwyn and Emerie.

"If they wanted us to know, they wouldn't have made sure we couldn't hear them." Az was sprawled out on the couch, his eyes shut to block out the light from above.

Cassian, on the other hand, was pacing the room, feeling far too energetic to just sit.

"Can you please stop that. It's going to give me a headache."

Cassian glared down at Az. "I'm bored!" He really needed to do something. Anything that might help take his mind off of Nesta, and allow him to exert at least a little energy. Suddenly, a thought came to him. Something he'd said the night before. "Oh, I have an idea!"

Az popped up into a sitting position, his eyes narrowed and full of distrust. "I don't like the sound of that."

"It's nothing bad. We can't go outside, doesn't mean we can't test out some other myths about vampires."

"Like what?" Az asked, one eyebrow raised to show his curiosity was piqued.

"You could smell garlic. And maybe we can find a cross in this house."

His face was contemplative as he thought. "I have always wondered about holy water," Az admitted.

"There we go! Where do you think they'd keep that?"

"I don't know…kitchen?"

That seemed plausible to Cassian. He nodded and led his brother into the other room.

They started to look through the fridge and every cabinet and drawer they could find, but froze in place about halfway through their search when a stern voice cut through the air.

"What are you two doing?!"

Cassian turned to see black hair and tan skin quite close in color to his own, questioning hazel eyes boring into him and Azriel.

"We were wondering where you keep your holy water," Az explained, shoving his hands into his pockets awkwardly.

Emerie's eyes were suddenly bursting with amusement as she began to laugh loudly. "I'm sorry. Do you think that's a household essential we would just have lying around?"

Cassian watched as Az's face scrunched up in confusion. "…yes?"

"No," Emerie corrected, shaking her head, still smiling widely.

"Any crosses?" Cassian asked excitedly.

Emerie's brows scrunched together. "Also a no. House of witches, remember?"

"Welp," Cassian slapped his hand to Az's shoulder, "guess you'll just have to stick with sniffing some garlic."

Az jolted out of his touch. "I'm not sniffing garlic!"

"What else can we test? You won't go outside."

Letting out an exasperated sigh, Az shook his head and strode back into the living room. That left Cassian with Emerie, who was currently trying to hide her laughter beneath a hand.

"Does this mean you all are done?" He attempted to hide just how curious he was, but it was no use. Cassian had always worn his heart on his sleeve. Had been teased relentlessly for it by their other brother, who also happened to be their boss and currently competing for 'Biggest Prick of the Underworld'.

The truth was, Cassian didn't want to go back. It's not that the Underworld was the worst place to live. Sure, there was no such thing as nature, or sunlight, or moonlight, but those who lived there weren't so bad. Demons weren't the evil creatures humans seemed to think, and all the various hybrids were even less so. Most even had souls. They were just forced to live in the Underworld because that's where all those with demon blood lived. They were bound there by blood for all eternity. The only escape these days was being summoned, and most modern witches and warlocks stayed away from that type of magic.

There was one other option, a far more permanent one. But Cassian had never heard of it happening.

"I am," Emerie stated. "I don't know how much longer Gwyn and Nesta will be. But I'm heading out, just came in here to grab my keys." She took a keychain off of the holder that was secured to the wall and spun them for emphasis. "I'll be back either late tomorrow or early Monday. Use your time wisely."

She threw him a small wave and then left the room, the sound of the front door closing coming only a few seconds later.

Cassian sighed and moved into the living room, flopping down on the other part of the sectional couch with a loud groan. He wanted to see Nesta. Wanted her to be done so he could spend the rest of the day with her. The rest of his time there with her.

She was everything he could ever imagine wanting. Intelligent, opinionated, strong-willed, sharp-tongued, not to mention gorgeous. And a witch! That only made her more interesting. He knew he was coming off strong, but with his ever-dwindling time, could anyone blame him?

Just as he began to settle in his seat, Cassian heard a door creek open and it had him shooting back onto his feet.

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cherrycocaineee · 3 years

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6. Draco Malfoy - Rainy Nights, Warm Drinks

*Warning - smut*

“I want you.”

“Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.”

Draco’s p.o.v

Loud chatter filled the jam-packed dining hall as students discussed their Christmas plans while their grubby hands reached for the feast laid out before each house. My gray-blue eyes stared blankly at the turkey and sides that touched my plate, my fork picking at whatever it could reach without me moving too much. I was counting down the moments that led up to Dumbledore clinking his fork against his glass that would dismiss everyone from Hogwarts, sending them home. Each single tick drove me crazy as I shook my leg, desperately pleading for time to move faster. At the end of this feast, everyone would be on the train heading to their families, while I would finally get to see the one person that I couldn’t get off my mind. Even now, the only thing I could think about was seeing her beautiful face and hearing her soothing, angelic voice, tuning out the voices of my friends.

“Draco? Earth to Draco!”

Pansy’s voice sliced right through my current thoughts involving my plans after school. Blinking a few times, I turned my head to see Pansy, Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle, Pike, and Nott staring at me. While Pansy stared at me with concern, the guys stared at me skeptically.

“What?” I muttered, dully.

“Pansy asked you what you were doing during the break,” Blaise informed, taking a sip from his cup.

“Yeah,” Pansy agreed, “I was thinking you and I could go on a date since we won’t be in school.”

A date? I had broken up with Pansy a year ago with the excuse that dating her had become boring, which it had, however, the real reason I left Pansy was because I had fallen in love with another girl. The whole thing had torn me up since day one because I hadn’t believed that I, the Slytherin Prince, could have fallen for a muggle, and yet I did. After a whole week of thinking about it and running everything carefully through my mind, I finally decided that I didn’t love Pansy and needed to end it with her before things got too serious.

“I won’t be returning home this Christmas,” I stated, “Dumbledore has asked me to stay and help tutor some second years in potions.”

“That’s ridiculous!” Pansy sneered, “it isn’t your job to teach those brats.”

“You’re dad’s okay with that?” Nott asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

“He wasn’t at first but once Dumbledore told him that I was the highest ranking student when it came to potions, he settled down and decided that I’d make a great leader for those snot nose brats,” I spoke, pride dripping from my lying tongue.

Of course, staying at Hogwarts wasn’t a complete lie, it was just not the full truth. For the first four days of break, I’d be staying with Maggie and her Grandmother then I’d come back to Hogwarts to help out with tutoring, and it’ll keep going like that until school starts again. It was an agreement that I had worked out with Dumbledore after he found out about Maggie, which if I’m being honest, I’m not even sure how he found out.

“And you’re okay with it?” Blaise asked, amused.

“Doesn’t matter to me,” I muttered.

I looked back down at my plate, feeling their eyes still watching me but not paying attention to it. Eventually, Dumbledore stood up from his seat and clinked his silverware against his wine glass. The chatter stopped immediately as everyone turned their impatient attention to the headmaster. Excitement was bursting through my chest, something I never thought I’d ever feel for a girl like Maggie. Dumbledore started by wishing everyone a Merry Christmas and happy holiday, then proceeded in telling everyone what to expect when they got back from break. We were expected to practice and prepare for our O.W.Ls that were coming up, which Umbridge decided to announce after interrupting Dumbledore. I may have pretended to like Umbridge and do as she said to appease my friends, but in all honesty, I hated her more than I hated anyone else.

After all of Dumbledore and Umbridge’s talking, the feast disappeared from our tables and it was time for everyone to head to the train. I saw my friends on the train. Pansy turned around.

“Well maybe I can stay here with you, so you aren’t alone,” she offered.

Annoyance broke out across my face, “I’ll be fine, Pansy. I’m not interested in spending time with you anyway, so you’ll just be alone.”

She started pouting while the other snickered behind her back. Scoffing, she stormed past everyone onto the train. I waved goodbye to the others and they followed after Pansy to the cart. Those leaving for the Christmas holiday were finally headed towards the platform and those who would be staying at Hogwarts for the vacation headed back towards the school.

As I was approaching the entrance, I saw Dumbledore standing there waiting for me, a smile on his face.

“Good evening, Mr. Malfoy,” he stated, “have you gotten your belongings together?”

“My bag is sitting in my room,” I replied.

“Once you collect it, go to Hagrid’s. He’ll be waiting for you there to help you get to the muggle world. Have a safe trip.”

With that, Dumbledore walked away allowing me to go fetch my belongings.

I grabbed my trunk out of my dorm room and carried it all the way towards Hagrid’s small hut just a little ways from the school. Hagrid was outside playing fetch with his large hound as I finished walking towards him. Immediately, he looked up after tossing the rather large stick across the field.

“Malfoy,” Hagrid said, “what brings you here?”

I raised an eyebrow. He was kidding, right?

The big oaf laughed heartily and patted my shoulder with his gorilla sized hand.

“I’m messing, is all,” he bellowed, “let’s get a move on it before anyone notices.”

Hagrid opened the door to his home and gestured me inside. Sitting on the table when he opened the door was a thick, black bag filled with dark, gray powder. Hagrid scooted around me and picked up the black bag before meeting my gaze. This was awkward for me, and I knew he could tell but fortunately he didn’t say anything to make it worse. Instead, he told me that the floo network would take us to Diagon Alley and we’d have to walk through another entrance into the muggle world. From there we’d take a wizard bus, which I found odd, straight to Maggie’s farmhouse just on the outskirts of London. However, I grew bored with being explained the plan and just wanted to get there already.

I went through the floo network first and waited for Hagrid patiently for a moment. Once he was standing by my side, he took my luggage and walked with me through Diagon Alley. We both walked through the less populated parts of Diagon Alley until the two of us reached a dead end. Hagrid tapped his umbrella against the wall in a pattern and they started pulling apart revealing the empty alley of the muggle world. The smell was different from the one back in the wizarding world. I could definitely smell freshly mown grass, but there was an oil smell mixed in too. As Hagrid and I walked past all of the people and shops that adorn the streets, I could smell pastries, coffees, and other foods that I recognized. I could feel the inside of my mouth water.

We waited on the sidewalk near a coffee shop for what seemed like forever before a bus came to a sudden stop in front of us. No one seemed to notice its incredible speed.

“Why hello there, Hagrid,” said a frail, stubbled face man wearing a purple suit.

“Hello to you too, Stan Shunpike,” Hagrid laughed, “starting work a bit early, aren’t you?”

Shunpike gave a crooked smile and nodded his head before gesturing us on. I went to grab my trunk when Shunpike grabbed it instead, pushing me inside. The smell was something to gag at. It smelled worse than anything I could imagine. Hagrid took a seat.

“Aren’t you going to have a seat, Malfoy?” He questioned.

“No, I’d rather stand,” I muttered, disgust lacing my voice.

“Where to?” Shunpike asked.

Hagrid gave the address and Shunpike looked at us confused.

“That’s a muggle household.”

“Not completely,” Hagrid said, “Loral Belle is the homeowner, Dumbledore’s friend.”

A slow nod bounced off his thin shoulders and sat down.

“Ernie, you know where to go.”

As soon as the knight bus took off, the speed pushed me back. Not even my grip was strong enough to keep me in place and I ended stumbling backwards until Hagrid’s large hand grabbed ahold of me. I pretty much clung to Hagrid’s large arm as we whirlwind through the busy streets of London. Two trucks stood in the way of the bus and I thought we’d slow down. However, we didn’t. Instead, the bus warfed itself so that it was thinner and we slid right through the small crack separating the two muggle vehicles. It wasn’t long before we reached the dirt road that led to Maggie’s farmhouse. Hagrid paid Shunpike and told him that there was extra in it for him if he waited for him and kept this visit a secret. Shunpike agreed with a large smile on his face.

Hagrid grabbed my trunk and led the way to Maggie’s. He tried to make small talk with me as we hiked down the dirt road, but neither one of us knew what to say to each other.

“How did you meet her?” He finally asked, catching my attention.

“My father had some work to do with an old, retired friend,” I said, all of the memories flooding back to my mind, “I saw her sitting by the fountain reading a book when a group of guys started harassing her. I watched her try to get away from them, failing miserably, so I stepped in despite her being a muggle. A gentleman never lets a woman get pushed around. She already knew I was a wizard when I helped her, she said that her Grandmother had taught her to tell the difference from a young age. The more I talked to her, the more I liked being around her.”

A goofy smile appeared on his face, “she sounds like an amazing young woman.”

“She is.”

Sitting on the porch when we got there was Grandma Loral rocking back and forth while a red scarf was being knitted next to her in the air. When she saw us, a smile appeared on her face and she climbed to her feet, approaching us at the edge of her porch.

“Hagrid,” she greeted, “it’s been years.”

“Nice to see you too, Loral,” Hagrid said, “I wish I could stay long, but I’m only here to drop off Mr. Malfoy. I’ll see you in four day.”

I looked up at Hagrid, “thank you, Hagrid.”

If I didn’t know any better, which I didn’t, I could have sworn I saw tears in Hagrid’s eyes. He tried to push it away and claimed that dirt had gotten in his eye, but I knew the truth. No one was use to me being so nice, and seeing me do so meant to them that I was finally deciding things on my own and not because my father wanted them. Just like my decision to continue seeing a muggle. Grandma Loral and I waved goodbye to Hagrid, once he was gone, Grandma Loral sat back in her seat.

“Maggie’s in the garden out back,” she said smiling, “thank you for coming, Draco. I know that the decision couldn’t have been easy.”

“Actually,” I admitted, rubbing the back of my neck, “it was the easiest choice I’ve ever had to make in my life.”

Grandma Loral told me to head back there and she’d take care of my trunk. Nodding, I walked down the steps and headed down the cobblestone path to find Maggie sitting underneath a tree reading a book. Dozens of flowers of all shapes and colors surrounded her and blew in the breeze. Her brown, curled locks of hair brushed delicately against her freckled face. She was as beautiful as the day I first saw her. I walked over to her and smiled at how deeply invested she was in her novel.

“Mind if I sit?” I asked.

Her body jerked and her head whipped around to see me standing there with a smirk on my face. A large grin stretched against her face from ear to ear before nodding eagerly. As soon as my body was positioned next to her, she threw her arms around me and squeezed tightly.

“I’m so happy to see you,” she said, releasing me from her tight grip.

“I’m happy to see you too, Maggie,” I said, “how have you been?”

“I’ve been fine. Things have been a little difficult lately.”

When I asked her why, a sad expression came to her face. I thought maybe she was being bullied more, but as she explained, I realized that it wasn’t that. Grandma Loral was getting sick and it was getting worse and worse. Maggie was worried that she’d lose her grandmother and have no one once she’s gone. I touched her hand and told her it was going to be okay. She looked up at me.

“How have you been?” She asked, her smile trying to distract me from her growing tears.

I told her about Umbridge and my family, she never looked away from me and held on to my hand the way I held on to her’s when she told me about her Grandma. It seemed we were both going through some stuff right now and all we wanted was for someone to talk and relate to.

The remainder of the day moved quicker than I had hoped. Maggie was now in the kitchen cooking up some soup for dinner while I set up the dining table. From the kitchen, the two of us could hear Grandma Loral coughing up a storm. Maggie grabbed a glass, filled it with water, and brought it to her grandma before returning to finish dinner.

After supper, Maggie helped her grandma to bed before joining me in the living room with two glasses of hoto cocoa. Rain started to drum against the roof of the farmhouse, lightning slashing against the darkened sky and thunder rolling across the heavy clouds. With each passing second, the rain got harder and louder. I sipped on my warm beverage and looked at Maggie. She had whipped cream sitting above her lip and I laughed causing her to look at me.

“What?” She asked, an innocent smile dancing on her face.

“You’ve got some whipped cream on your lip,” I chuckled, leaning forward and wiping it away with my thumb.

A small red tint appeared on her face as she tried to avoid eye contact with me. I could tell she was embarrassed and I found it to be more attractive than ever. I scooted closer to her and she looked at me.

“Draco, is everything okay?” She asked.

“I love you,” I blurted out.

Her bright green orbs widened in shock and I started to regret saying anything to her. I looked away from her, but she grabbed my shoulder, pulling it to face her.

“I love you too,” she hummed.

Before I could stop myself, I smashed our lips together, saying a silent prayer that neither of us were holding that hot beverage. The kiss deepened and I pulled her into my lap, gripping her waist tightly to keep her in place. When we pulled away, she was panting from the lack of air, her lips red and slightly swollen from the heated kiss. I leaned down and started nibbling on her neck, earning a small whimper from her.

“D-Draco,” she gasped.

I unattached my lips from her warm flesh and peppered her jaw with kisses before reaching her ear.

“I want you, Maggie.”

Her body shivered at my words and I smirked. Maggie was gripping onto my blazer tightly.

“But I-”

“Shh,” I cooed, “I’ll be gentle.”

I waited for her to give me the signal to continue. When her head nodded, I laid her down on the cushioned couch and began kissing her again. I traced my tongue against her bottom lip and tasted the cherry lip gloss she had coated her plump lips with after dinner. My fingers squeezed her thigh and she gasped, giving me full entrance to the inside of her mouth. I slipped my tongue into her warm, wet mouth and our tongues fought over dominance, however, Maggie’s submissive side kicked in and she let me take control easily. Quiet moans spilled from her muffled mouth. When I pulled away from her, a small string of saliva pulled from both of our lips. A rosy tint illuminated off her face and her green eyes were hazy, her floral shirt was pulled up, revealing her black, laced bra.

“Fuck,” I hissed, my pants growing tighter at the sight of her coming undone from my touch.

Pulling myself up, I removed my blazer and tie before unbuttoning my white, dress-up shirt. Her glistening eyes watched my every move, widening at the sight of my bare chest. She started nibbling on her bottom lip as I pulled at the hem of her shirt.

“Let's get this off,” I muttered, my voice husky and dripping with arousal.

Maggie didn’t argue, she just pulled her shirt above her head revealing more of herself to me. I groaned as I leaned down and started sucking on her exposed skin, leaving wet kisses against her porcelain skin. Her heartbeat was pounding against her chest, her skin was heating up, and her fingers gripped the couch cushion. I reached behind her and unclipped her bra clasp. Immediately, her hands moved to cover herself up. I lifted her chin.

“Don’t hide yourself, baby girl,” I whispered, “let me see you, please.”

“Okay,” she whispered.

She allowed me to remove her bra from her small body and I tossed it to the side with the rest of our clothes that littered the living room floor. I pressed my lips against hers once again, my left hand gripped her left breast and I almost melted at the feeling of her perfectly soft, fleshy breast. Her pink, peachy nipples hardened from both the cold air and my calloused hands pinching at them. Her moans were becoming louder, but not too loud since her grandmother was sleeping.

“Draco, please,” she moaned, her hips moving against my own.

“What is it?” I moaned back, “what do you need, baby girl? Tell me.”

“I-I need you. Please.”

Those words turned me on even more. I unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them off, her black matching panties hugged her hips. I hooked my fingers to her lacy panties, pulling them down and revealing her perfect pink cunt. My pants were becoming more and more uncomfortable by the second, so I quickly removed them from my body, discarding them to the floor with the rest of the pile. I started kissing her breast, sucking on her nipples, and tracing open mouth kisses against her body until I reached her lower area. The sweet aroma coming from her was intoxicating and I felt drunk from the scent alone.

I traced my tongue against her already soaking slit causing her to shiver and moan. My tastebuds were coated with her delicious nectar and I couldn’t help but dive in quickly. Her small fingers tangled themselves into my gelled hair, messing up every strand. A list of moans echoed off the walls as I flicked my tongue hungrily over her clit. Maggie tried to close her legs, but I pinned them back down. My gray-blue eyes flickered up, meeting her lustful orbs. She was covering her mouth because she was becoming too loud. Careful not to hurt her, I slipped a single finger between her folds and she flinched. I stopped.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, “do you want me to stop?”

“N-no, it’s okay,” she panted, “i-it’s all just a n-new experience.”

Nodding, I went back to lapping up her flowing juices and started entering my finger again. This time it slipped in with ease. A few seconds passed and I added another finger, moving them slowly in and out of her.

“D-Draco, faster.”

I didn’t waste time and started moving my fingers faster and faster into her sex. Her back arched off the couch, I could feel her clenching around my fingers and I could tell she was getting closer and closer to her release. I started sucking on her swollen clit and she yelped out before cumming all over my fingers. I removed them from her then placed them in my mouth, sucking every last drop off of them. Groaning against my fingers, I pulled them out with a pop.

“Delicious,” I hummed, watching her chest move rapidly as she caught her breath, “have a taste.”

I captured her lips with mine and rummaged my tongue around her warm mouth. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head making me smile at how undone she looked for me. I pulled away.

“Doesn’t that taste amazing, sweetheart?” I whispered in her ear.

All she could do was nod her head. Sweat was beaded against her forehead and her hair was starting to cling to her face, it was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“Ready?” I asked, “and use your words for me.”

“I-I am,” she muttered, “I-I’m ready.”

Climbing on top of her, I aligned my hardened member with her entrance before pushing it, peppering kisses against her face as she cried out in pain. Once I was finally nestled inside of her aching cunt, I stayed there to let her adjust to my size. A minute passed by when she gave me the okay to move, then I started moving my hips at a slow pace. Every time I pulled out and pushed back in, I felt myself get squeezed around.

“God damnit!” I groaned quietly, “so fucking tight. It feels amazing, Maggie.”

“D-Draco, you’re s-so…” she couldn’t even finish her sentence.

I started moving faster and harder with each stroke and both of our moans filled the room along with the sound of our sweaty skin slapping against each other. Despite the noise coming from us, we remained quiet enough so we didn’t wake up Grandma Loral.

Maggie squeezed her eyes shut as I started snapping my hips harder to meet hers. I grabbed her chin with my right hand and pulled her head to meet mine, my lips feathering over her. Her warm breath fanning over my chapped, slightly parted lips.

“Keep your eyes open. Look at me, baby,” I said strictly.

Maggie’s eyes opened and our eyes stared at one another as I drilled into her repeatedly. Her nails raked into my back causing me to growl at the stinging pain. I lifted one of her legs over my shoulder for a better position, my cock now going deeper into her sweet sex.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I moaned, resting my forehead against her, never tearing my eyes away from hers.

“Oh my God,” she said.

“Feel good, huh sweetheart,” I praised, “you love being fucked like this.”

I didn’t want to take it too far, afraid that me being rough or even degrading her would cause her to push me away. She was sensitive. But Maggie seemed to love my words and nodded her head furiously as she started meeting my thrust.

“Yeah you do, fucking slut.”

Her moans were like music to my ears and I could feel her tightening around my throbbing cock. I wrapped my hand around her throat, not too tightly, her free hand gripping my arm as I practically slammed into her with inhuman speed. I didn’t know what came over me, but everything felt intoxicating and I felt energy rushing through me.

“I-I’m going to cum,” she whimpered.

“Then do it,” I growled against her lips, “cum.”

Her body started shaking as pure pleasure rushed over her small form. I watched her emerald eyes roll to the back of her head as I continued to slam into her, riding out her high. Our moans got louder, and we didn’t care that we were being loud. If we got caught, we got caught. All that mattered to me was watching her, being with her, loving her.

My thrust started getting sloppy as I felt myself coming to my end. I removed my hand from her throat, letting her lungs collect the well needed air, and buried my head into her sweaty neck. With a few final, strong thrust, I came inside her dripping cunt and moaned in her ear, or more like growled with pleasure. Her body shivered at the sound as she knotted her fingers in my hair. My body collapsed onto her, our chest heaving up and down as we tried to settle down. Once our breathing returned to normal, I pulled myself out of Maggie and laid next to her. I looked at her.

“Sorry,” I whispered, as I tiredly chuckled, “I didn’t mean to finish inside you.”

She giggled and shook her head, “it’s okay. I’m on birth control, so it’ll be fine.”

I smiled at her and leaned down to pick up my dress-up shirt. It was cool to the touch and as I cleaned up the mess on Maggie, she closed her eyes enjoying the welcoming, cold cloth. After I cleaned the both of us up with my shirt, I laid back down. Lightning flashed against the sky once again as a loud rumble of thunder hit the clouds. Maggie sat up and cracked the window open, the cool breeze washing over our sweaty bodies. I pulled her into my arms and nuzzled against her.

“I love you, Maggie,” I whispered.

“I love you too, Draco,” she said, “now and forever.”

Forever, huh?

A smile appeared on my face as I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep next to the one girl I would sacrifice everything for. All of the thoughts that once invaded my mind, the unsureness of being with a muggle, how my father would act once he found out, all of it, disappeared. The only thought left was how I would protect her from Voldemort, and if she would still be by my side when she found out I was destined to be a death eater. But all of that could wait. I wanted nothing more than to enjoy the next four days with her.

I’ve never felt so relaxed before.

Forever sounds nice.

#draco malfoy #draco smut #draco imagine #draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy smut #draco #malfoy #muggle #harry potter #harry potter smut #smut #dm stories #hp smut #draco fluff #draco fanfiction

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supersickies · 3 years

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Summary: “Surgery was something that Peter Parker was used to. With his job, he really had to be used to going under the knife, and truthfully the more he experienced it the easier it got.

What Peter was not used to, however, were post-surgery infections. Of course, he knew that it was always a risk when going into procedures, but with the overly careful and competent medical staff in the med bay of Stark Tower, it was rarely something he had to worry about.

But nobody was perfect, accidents can happen, and that’s how Peter found himself in his current situation. Feverish, achy in more ways than one, and utterly miserable.”

Peter can't sleep after a surgery gone bad. He needs his Lukey...if Tony can figure out what that is.

A/N: Here we go @sicktember day five! I was pretty excited for this prompt but for some reason had a tough time putting something together for it that I really loved. But hope this fic suffices and if you read it you enjoy it! This was pretty much that last prompt fill I have completely completed for Sicktember but I’m hoping to get some more finished so I may be back with those, we’ll just have to see! Either way, hope you enjoy this fic! You can read it below the cut or on Ao3!

Surgery was something that Peter Parker was used to. With his job, he really had to be used to going under the knife, and truthfully the more he experienced it the easier it got.

But nobody was perfect, accidents can happen, and that’s how Peter found himself in his current situation. Feverish, achy in more ways than one, and utterly miserable.

His left leg, the cause of all his anguish thanks to an unwelcome bullet wound, was currently being elevated and his body was being pumped with an IV cocktail of anti-nausea, anti-fever, anti-pain, and antibiotic medications. Suffice to say, Peter was not just exhausted but he was loopy as all hell.

And he just couldn’t fucking sleep.

For some reason, despite his delirious and debilitated state, sleep would not come to him. So instead, he laid in his med bay bed with tears streaming down his face, as he begged whatever god there was above to just give him at least a minute of rest. The med bay staff, alongside Bruce and Dr. Cho, had been doing their best to synthesize a sedative for the spider-kid but they had yet to be successful, much to Tony and Peter’s disappointment.

Tony, of course, was by his side the whole time, and seeing his kid in this state was similar to experiencing his own personal hell. But he’d be dammed if he left Peter even for a second.

“Shh, Petey. I know bud. Just take some deep breaths kid.” He soothes the teen, just as he had been doing all night. It was nearing two in the morning and he had no idea just how much more either of them could take. He had tried everything from reading to the kid to making fucking ocean sounds with his mouth. Yet still, no sleep.

Peter doesn’t respond, just continues to moan and wail as Tony sighs. “Gimme something kiddie, please. How can I help you, bambino?”

Peter looks to Tony, his eyes feverish and hazy. He takes a shaky breath before finally finding the energy to murmur, “M-May.”

“May? You want me to get May back down here?” Tony asks. May had been down in the med bay with the two for most of the day, only retiring to a guest room in the tower after Tony had begged her to get some rest before her early hospital shift.

But even after giving his answer, Peter still didn't seem appeased. “No!” He whines. “I-I need Lukey.” He says with a sob.

Tony’s brows can only furrow. “Lukey?” What/who the fuck was a Lukey?

“Please M’ster S’ark, I need him.” Peter begs.

“Okay! Alrighty kiddo I…I will do my best to get…Lukey.” Tony reassures the boy as he stands from the uncomfortable med bay chair, running a nervous hand through his hair. “Just hang tight kiddo, I’m gonna figure this out.” He grabs his phone, quickly but quietly leaving Peter’s room.

He was gonna get this kid to sleep if it was the last thing he did.

Tony doesn’t understand immediately, but using the context clues he was given, he figures that if anyone knew what a Lukey was it would be May.

He could only hope that she wouldn’t be too pissed at him for waking her up at this hour.

The dial tone only sounds twice before she picks up. “Tony? What’s wrong? What happened?” She asks in a panic, ever the protective aunt.

“May! Everything’s okay! Peter’s…well, he’s um, still awake. I can’t really get him to calm down and-and I think I need your help?”

He can hear May flip on the bedside lamp and sit up. “W-What is it Tony?”

“Peter is asking for someone named Lukey? Something named Lukey? I-I was hoping maybe you know Lukey or-or can get him here at this hour? I just…he still can’t sleep May and I don’t know what else to d-“

He’s cut off by a snort. An honest to god laugh.

“…May?”

“S-Sorry, I um…” She giggles a bit more before continuing. “Yes, I can get Lukey here at this hour. Just…give me thirty.” She sighs, but Tony can’t sense any annoyance in it. She almost sounds like she’s smiling?

“I- okay then? See you in thirty I guess?” And she hangs up.

Tony doesn’t know if it’s the lack of sleep or what, but he feels absolutely crazy. “Still don’t know what the fuck a Lukey is.” He mumbles to himself, before heading back into Peter’s room.

Sure enough, after thirty more minutes of doing his utmost to calm the distraught spiderling, Tony hears May coming down the hall. He lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding with the hopes that May and the elusive Lukey’s arrival will calm the kid enough to send him right to sleep.

May enters the med bay room quietly. And alone? Where was Lukey?

Peter turns his head to the sound of the door shutting, his bleary eyes able to make out his aunt standing next to him. “May.” He rasps, fresh tears spilling over his cheeks. There really wasn’t much that wouldn’t make Peter cry at this point.

“Oh, my poor baby.” She coos, her kind fingers pushing the hair off of his overheated forehead. “You’re having a real hard time, huh tough guy?”

Peter nods miserably. “I-I need Lukey, May.” He whines.

The woman smiles warmly. “I know honey. He’s right here, I got him.” She reaches into the tote bag on her arm and pulls out a small blue blanket with a silky trim. It looked old but ultimately well-loved.

Oh, Tony thinks. Lukey.

Peter takes the blanket eagerly and is quick to hold the fabric lovingly to his chest. His thumb rubs the trim soothingly. Almost like magic, the boy’s crying has basically stopped, replaced with soft hiccups and shaky breaths.

Tony looks up at May, puzzled yet…impressed. He holds his tongue, though, not daring to interrupt the moment or disturb the finally calm spider-kid.

After a few moments of hushed reassurances from May, and of course the comfort of Lukey, Peter is finally asleep. The room is now overwhelmingly quiet, and Tony takes a much-needed deep breath.

He glances at the blanket that is now wrapped tightly around Peter’s shoulders, before looking at May. “So, Lukey?”

“It was a gift from Ben’s mom— Peter’s grandmother. She gave it to him the day he was born. She passed not long after but…she loved him a whole lot, him being her only grandchild and whatnot.” She explains.

Tony’s heart clinches. He knew May was the only family Peter had left, and to hear about other Parkers just made Tony remember how much the kid had lost.

May continues. “He had a connection to the blanket pretty instantly, only ever really stopped crying when he was wrapped in it. It was the only thing that would put him right to sleep.”

They both look at the snoozing boy. “Still is apparently.” Tony jokes quietly.

May hums in confirmation. “We joked that this thing was magic when he was younger, but honestly I’m really starting to believe it.”

Tony nods, reaching up to touch the blanket softly. He had to admit was kinda nice. “And…Lukey?”

“Star Wars. Luke Skywalker.” May explains. “We all called it his blankey until he was old enough for Ben to show him A New Hope. It was Lukey from that point on.”

Tony feels a bit stupid for not realizing sooner, that goofy space movie was all the kid ever talked about.

“I should’ve known he would’ve needed it. Really wish I’d have brought it earlier.” May sighs tiredly.

“Hey you-you’re exhausted too May, please go back to sleep. I said I’d take Peter duty for the night and you have your shift in a few hours.” Tony offers.

May stands from her spot by her nephew. “I guess I should, huh? If you all need anything else though—“

“I’ll let you know immediately, May. Swear it.”

May smiles warmly. “Thank you, Tony.”

“Good night, May.”

She leaves the room, shutting the door softly behind her. Tony lets out a deep breath, giving Peter’s hair one last pet before deciding it was about time he retire to his cot in the corner of the med bay room.

As he drifts off, he thinks of his mother and the stuffed elephant she gave him when he was a young child.

He makes a mental note to look in the tower’s storage units, see if he can find it.

#sick peter parker #peter parker whump #iron dad #sicktember2021

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krisdreaming · 4 years

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Omg I love how people wear those long coats during fall and just hang at cafes drinking some warm coffee and!! What if you’re on a cafe date with Ushijima, and you notice he’s been keeping one of his hands hidden in his coat pocket even when yalls are getting all goofy together so you’re like?? What do you have there?? So of course he’ll hide it further into his pocket and you’re all over him trynna see what’s up and and in the middle of that, a small box fell out of his pocket and you two just go 😳 at it and u feel so bad for ruining the surprise!!!!!!!!

I 🥺 am 🥺 so 🥺🥺🥺 hkfkldjf I love proposals so much I am s o f t and please I’m picturing Ushiwaka in this long charcoal peacoat with like, a cream/plaid scarf & it’s a good look

Wakatoshi is wearing a tight, small smile. Whenever you catch his eye over the rim of your coffee mug it softens up a bit, but it never lasts long. He’s still wearing his coat, too, sitting with his shoulders squared stiffly even for him. You’re beginning to wonder if he’s feeling alright.

“Hey, Toshi?” You set your mug down and he jumps slightly. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Hm? Oh, yes. I’m fine. Why do you ask?” He seems to remember the coffee mug sitting in front of him and he lifts it to his lips to take a sip.

“Well, I dunno,” You shrug, “You look sort of uncomfortable. You’re still wearing your coat. We can go home if you want. I don’t mind, really.”

“No!” He says, a little too quickly. He drops his free hand into his lap. “I’m having a good time.” The smile he offers you then is more genuine, and it appeases you somewhat, but you still can’t help but feel that something is just a little bit off. You decide it must be all in your head, and you let yourself relax back into your seat, looking around the quaint little coffee shop Wakatoshi had brought you to.

The tiny shop is warm compared to the chill of the fall day outside, and filled with autumn decorations. It has the cozy sort of atmosphere that you love. The scents of the freshly baked pastries are divine, and you’d had a hard time choosing just one - that’s why Wakatoshi had let you order for him, too, and you’ve been reaching across and stealing tiny bites from his plate.

“So good,” You hum to yourself, savoring the bite in your mouth with your eyes closed. When you open them, he’s watching you intently, his face softening around his eyes. When he looks at you that way, it never fails to turn you to mush inside.

“Thanks for taking me here,” You say, wrapping your fingers around your warm mug now that you’ve finished your treat. “It’s adorable.”

“You’re welcome,” He says, “I’m glad.” He reaches his hand in his pocket and lets it rest there, but you’re too busy drinking the final sips of your latte to pay it much mind. You push your empty plate back with a satisfied hum.

“Are you ready?” He asks, already sliding his chair away from the table. “I thought we could walk for a little bit.”

You grin. “Yeah, that sounds nice.” The moment you’re out of your seat, he reaches for your hand. He doesn’t always show affection so readily, so you happily take it, letting him twine your fingers together. His other hand dips into his pocket again as you step out onto the sidewalk. You glance sideways at him, but chalk it up to him making sure he had put his wallet back.

The coffee shop is situated on one of the quieter streets of Tokyo. The leaves are crunching under your feet releasing their earthy scent, and the fall air is cool on your cheeks. Darkness has been falling earlier and earlier these last few weeks, and now the almost-twilight is lit up golden. It feels almost as though you and Wakatoshi have been transported somewhere magical.

As you walk, you can’t help but notice that he keeps reaching for his coat pocket, giving it a pat or reaching inside just for a few moments. Finally, your curiosity gets the better of you. “Hey, Toshi,” You tug on his hand, “What’s so special in your pocket there? You’ve been fiddling with it all evening!” You pull on his arm, which only prompts him to shove his hand further into his pocket.

“Oh, come on! What is it?” You lean across him, trying to plunge your hand into his pocket, but he angles his body away from you.

“It’s nothing,” He insists, pulling on your hand in an attempt to get you walking again. You aren’t ready to let it go yet, though.

“Come on, Toshi. Are you hiding candy in there, or what? I want a piece. It better not be something lame like cough drops.” You keep babbling on, and the look on his face has grown positively constipated. It only makes you more curious. “Just tell me, Toshi!” You sing-song, jabbing your finger into his side in search of that one little spot you know is ticklish. “Tell me, and I’ll leave you alone!”

He lets out a little gasp that tells you you’ve found the spot, and the surprise causes him to jerk his hand out of his pocket. When he does, a small, velvet box tumbles to the ground. You both freeze instantly. Wide-eyed, you meet his gaze, awash with surprise, giddy glee, and a heavy twinge of guilt.

After what feels like an eternity, he gives his head a quick shake, expression unreadable, and kneels down to pick up the box. Instead of getting back to his feet, he opens it and displays the beautiful ring inside to you.

You cover your mouth with both hands in an attempt to stop the strangled sound caught in your throat. Of all the things you might’ve guessed he’d been hiding in his pocket, this was certainly not one of them.

“Y/N,” He says in a low voice, looking up at you with what can only be described as pure affection, “I love you. If it’s not too selfish to ask, I want you to be by my side forever. So will you marry me?” He’s oblivious to the scattered pedestrians who have stopped to watch this unfold.

“Toshi,” You breathe out in a rush, “Oh my - yes. Yes, of course!” Instantly, his expression softens in relief. “I can’t believe this! I - I can’t believe I ruined it! I’m the worst. I am so, so sorry.” The emotions conflicting for space in your chest are making you babble, but he just looks up at you, expression unbearably soft. Finally, he gets back to his feet, gathering you close to his chest.

“It’s okay,” He murmurs into your hair as you cling to him, “I’m just glad you said yes,” He admits, prompting you to pull back and look into his face through the tears that have started to gather in your eyes.

“Toshi,” You squeak out, and you tilt your chin in his direction, all the invitation he needs to meet you halfway, lips sliding against yours in a tender kiss.

“I love you,” He breathes as he finally pulls away, remembering the ring and carefully sliding it onto your finger. He runs his thumb across the backs of your fingers, taking a few moments to admire the ring on your hand at last.

“I love you, too,” You say softly, and he finally meets your gaze again, giving your hand a squeeze. A part of you still feels terrible for the way this has played out, but his expression says he wouldn’t change this moment for anything.

#Haikyuu #Haikyuu x reader #Haikyuu fluff #Ushijima Wakatoshi #Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader #Ushijima x reader #request #ohbyunhunn #did not proofread so rip to all my typos

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nbrook29 · 3 years

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11 goofy kiss pls<33

4, 7 for Sobbe omg👀💫👀💫 your talent kgnfjfnlfkf ...

Can you do 15 or 20? Or both for sobbe

Sooo this isn't really on the list of prompts but maybe you could write something about Robbe being totally obsessed with Sander's pouty bottom lip - whenever he sees it he has to pounce on it and kisses/bites/touches/pulls on it. Sander is either turned into a wreck or he teasingly indulges Robbe's obsession

Hi! :)

based on But do you REALLY want the K?

Goofy kiss + Eyelid kiss + Distract kiss + Shut up kiss + Asker’s Choice

In hindsight, Robbe should have seen it coming.

When his school announced that they had received funding to organize free 6-month workshops for their students and local college students after hours, it got his interest right away. Especially when it turned out that the offered courses focused on more niche subjects.

Robbe has always felt some inexplicable fascination with Scandi culture, Norwegian in particular. In fact, ever since he discovered the multiverse theory he’s been half-convinced there must be a Norwegian version of him existing somewhere out there, which would explain this unusual interest of his.

So when he was scanning the list of available courses and his eyes caught Norwegian 101, his heart beat a little faster and he giddily signed up right away.

And then Sander signed up too, claiming that a) if there’s a Norwegian version of Robbe there must be a Norwegian version of Sander too, thank you very much, so it is his duty to learn a little bit of his alter ego’s language, and b) it’s going to be a perfect opportunity for them to make up for the fact that they didn’t experience being in high school together. He’s always all pouty when he talks about it, mourning all those lost opportunities of them making out against a window sill in biology classroom or having secret meetings in the bathroom during class and demands compensation in the form of extra long makeout sessions in Robbe’s bed.

Robbe doesn’t exactly mind, neither the joint classes nor kissing the pout away, which always effectively shuts him up. Quite the contrary actually. Ever since Sander texted him a screenshot of the participants list with DRIESEN SANDER under D, he’s been all hyped up at the prospect of the two of them studying together.

His friends don’t exactly understand why he’s willing to spend his free time in their school building but at least Yasmina shows interest in the workshops as well, signing up for a few, Norwegian included.

He and Sander are the first ones to arrive to the Monday session, and when Sander notices that the classroom is still empty he wiggles his eyebrows grinning at Robbe cheekily, spins him around in a swift move and pins him to the window sill, his hands going around his thighs to make him sit down on it.

“Is this everything you dreamed about and more?” Robbe chuckles at the delighted look on Sander’s face, legs snaking around his waist to hold him tighter.

“Yes, I got you right where I want you,” he replies smugly and doesn’t wait another second before pressing a tiny kiss to his lips, then another one, and another, until Robbe makes a soft noise of protest making Sander finally give in and kiss him properly, dipping his tongue past his lips in no time. Robbe lets one of his hands slip down, making his path down his back over the black denim jacket, stopping barely above Sander’s belt, and then without second-guessing himself goes down even lower to give his butt a firm squeeze, because it’s just so... deliciously squeezable.

They only break apart when they hear someone clearing their throat and when Robbe catches the sight of Yasmina regarding them with amusement, he quickly disentangles himself from Sander, wiping at his mouth with poorly hidden embarrassment. Sander is unfazed, as always, turning around with a swagger and shooting Yasmina one of his most charming smiles. She’s not a sucker for it though, contrary to Robbe, so she just fondly rolls her eyes shaking her head at their antics.

The classroom starts to fill in quickly after and before they realize the only empty seats left are placed in the back. Only Yasmina manages to snatch herself one closer to the front. Sander graciously allows Robbe to take the only unoccupied spot in the sixth row and he himself marches over to row eight.

The first hour and a half flies by and Robbe is having more fun than he anticipated. The teacher, Vilde, is young, she’s quirky in that positive way and her approach to the subject differs from what Robbe is used to during his regular classes.

He takes notes diligently and tries to participate as much as possible but he struggles with pronunciation when asked for reading a few words out loud. When Vilde asks Sander to read them, he does it with flying colors, the jerk, and the girl is so impressed that she calls him a natural, praising his perfect pronunciation of “engelsk” and “kjole” while smiling a bit too much and too wide at him. In Robbe’s humble opinion.

Once she goes back to writing on the board, he turns around to see Sander giving him a shit-eating grin so he does the only right thing in this situation and sticks his tongue out at him.

They are two hours in when Robbe gets hit in the ear with a small paper ball which then lands perfectly in the middle of his notebook. He throws a glance at the obvious suspect but Sander seems to be deep into copying the grammar rules from the board to his MacBook.

His elegant handwriting gives him away though.

Du er digg 🖤

Vilde mentioned that last word just five minutes ago, more as a fun fact than anything else but of course Sander caught and remembered it.

He’s fighting against the beaming smile that threatens to take over his face because he doesn’t want to look like a lunatic to everybody around. Sander isn’t bothered by things like that though so when Robbe looks at him again he’s resting his chin on his hand, staring at him unabashedly with a grin of his own as he notices the flush on Robbe’s cheeks.

He tells him as quietly as he can to quit distracting him to which Sander raises his arms in surrender and with a feigned-serious expression busies himself with the given exercise. If Robbe then tucks the note into the back of his notebook no one needs to know.

Not even a full five minutes pass when another paper ball lands on his desk. Robbe heaves a long-suffering sigh and raises his eyes to the heavens because yes, now he has to deal with a rebel of a boyfriend.

When he straightens out the note, he snorts.

Do you like me?

Circle YES or NO

🖤

Seems like Sander is having lots of fun acting out this high school romance fantasy.

He decides to indulge him and reaches for a red ink pen to circle YES. Then, he adds a bunch of crooked hearts (because he’s not the artist in this relationship) on a whim. Once he makes sure Vilde isn’t looking in their direction, he throws the note back to Sander, but not without catching the disapproving look from Yasmina who rolls her eyes so hard Robbe is surprised they aren’t stuck. He just shrugs at her without remorse.

Sander opens the paper ball as delighted as a child opening their Christmas gift and when he sees the answer he pretends to swoon in his chair, blowing him a long kiss from above his notes.

“Sander, I think you should be paying attention.” Vilde’s reproach pulls Robbe from gazing at his boyfriend like a love-struck puppy and he immediately shoots him a cheeky grin because it’s just really satisfying to watch him being scolded by a teacher.

“Yes, yes, you’re right,” Sander clears his throat as he straightens on his chair before he glances at his laptop and adds with a smirk, “Or, rather, Du har rett, Vilde.”

Then he winks at her and his confident demeanor clearly succeeds to appease her because she starts to wax lyrical about his oh so amazing pronunciation again.

Ugh. What a show off.

Though, Robbe has to admit that it sounds kinda hot when he speaks Norwegian but it’s not like he’s going to go and tell him that. Instead, he reaches for his phone to shoot him a quick text.

R: You’re such a teacher’s pet oh my god

R: Also stop flirting with her, she’s seconds away from swooning

S: Are we jealous?

R: Yes, very, I’m worried you’re gonna run away to norway with her and have viking children together 🤭

S: 😘

There is no bell signaling the end of the class but at 17:15 Vilde thanks them for today’s lesson and everybody starts to pack and gradually leave. Robbe is shoving his stuff into his backpack when he feels fingers in his hair pulling his head back without real force to angle it better. Then, Sander places a big loud smooch on his lips making him giggle and swipe at him lightly.

“You’re such a dork.”

He reaches to put the strands hanging over his forehead back in their place, scratching at his scalp a little and when Sander leans into the touch, closing his eyes with a pleased purr, he stands on his tiptoes and presses a tiny kiss to his left eyelid, which earns him one of Sander’s sweetest smiles.

Once his bag is packed, they leave the classroom with their index fingers entwined, swaying their hands a little as they walk. “So, did you like that class?”

Sander nods. “Yeah, it was cool. You?”

“You know, I thought those three hours are gonna be a bitch but it was actually pretty fucking nice.”

Sander pushes his tongue in his cheek, wiggling his eyebrows at him. “And did you like my notes?”

Robbe pretends to scrunch up his face, trying not to laugh at Sander’s offended huff. “Hey! Well, okay then, if you’re like that I’m not gonna send you any next time.”

He juts out his bottom lip and honestly, it’s Robbe’s kryptonite, and he’s long made peace with a fact that he’s weirdly obsessed with it; it’s just so plush and enticing and he has spent hours upon hours kissing and biting it, the fact that it made Sander go weak in the knees for him an additional bonus.

So Robbe uses it against him to distract him from pouting, and this time it’s him who pushes Sander against the wall close to the school exit. He pulls their bodies together, delighted at the surprised hitch in Sander’s breath when he sticks out his tongue to drag it along his bottom lip, pulling it with his teeth to nip it a little, to then soothe the sting with his tongue again. He can feel his ministrations are starting to work and with each second Sander is turning into a pile of goo in his arms.

A voice in the back of his head tells him the school corridor is probably not the best place for this so he eventually pulls back and drags him away from the wall to the school yard. Sander follows him but not without half-hearted protests that stop only when Robbe kisses him hard to shut him up in the middle of the school yard.

“Come on, there’s a bed in my room with our names on it and my mom works until 20 tonight.”

“Is there a shower with our names on it too?”

“If you’re good,” Robbe pretends to think about it, “then I guess that can be arranged.”

#wtfock #wtfock fanfic

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yodawgiherd · 3 years

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Too Close For Comfort pt.1

>>>Read on AO3<<<

I wanted to take a short break from writing canonverse, and luckily I had an idea to write. In most EM fics, Eren and Mikasa get together as adults (if at all ;( ) and the story usually ends with them realizing their love. So I thought, what if they were better at talking and were together for a looooong time? What if they weren't two lonely souls but the annoying couple that is pissing everyone off by being so in love with one another? Well... :D This first part is mostly world-building to establish the AU setting, the second part will be focused on the perils of their friends who have to deal with Eren and Mikasa being hopelessly in love since childhood. Hopefully you'll like it :)

Mikasa and Eren are nine years old when they first confess their love to each other.

Each confession is for a different reason, as the two lifetime neighbors both experienced an event that made them reconsider what they felt towards their childhood friend.

Eren was teased by Jean again, and when the guy said that he had “A hundred girlfriends already.”, he was flabbergasted.

“Where did you get them?”, Eren asked, but all Jean did was a smirk.

“As if I would ever tell a virgin like you.”

Which presented a new problem, because Eren had no idea what a virgin is. He knew that his mother used virgin oil sometimes, but the logical part of his brain argued that Jean was hardly talking about that. So, he asked the smartest guy he knew. Armin explained that a virgin is a person who didn’t have sex yet, but that didn’t help.

“What is sex?”, Eren wanted to know.

“N-Nothing important.”, Armin stuttered, “Don’t worry about it.”

Telling Eren Yeager not to worry about something is practically beginning him to search for it. So, he asked the second smartest person he knew. Grisha spat out the coffee he was drinking when Eren asked, telling him to ask his mother. Carla went white in the face and demanded to know where Eren heard it. Not about to snitch on Armin, he lied that he heard it in school, so Carla frowned and said: “We will tell you when you get older.”

Nuh-uh.

It was risky, but Eren managed to google sex during a computer class, and what he found made his eyes go wide. It also greatly increased his respect towards Jean, if he was able to do it with a hundred girls already he must be quite a specimen. The respect was tainted by a large dose of jealousy. If Jean was able to get a hundred girls, why couldn’t Eren get even one? That wasn’t fair.

And thinking about it, about a girl he would like to be close to, Mikasa was an obvious answer.

Mikasa’s confession was fueled by a movie. It was R-rated, and she watched it in secret so her parents wouldn’t know. There was a lot of blood and death, but what traumatized her was the romance between the main cast. The girl was forced to kill her lover in the end, saving the world but dooming their love in the process. Mikasa cried her eyes out at that, so sad about the tragic and unfair world, and it got her thinking too. Who was a guy that she would never like to kill? Someone that she cared for a lot and would like to be more than friends with? The answer was easy.

When they met the next day, both had a confession ready, so they went to sit under the tree where they often played, staring anywhere but at each other.

“I... I need to tell you something.”, Eren finally pushed out.

“Me too. Uhm, do you want to go first?”

“No, let’s do it at the same time, okay?”

“Okay…”

3.2.1..

“I love you Mi-…”

“Eren, I love y-…”

Now they were staring at each other, cheeks flushed. Talk about a coincidence. They spent a lot of time together as always, and when Eren came home, he puffed out his chest and walked to his parents.

“I have a girlfriend now.”

Zeke, who was visiting from college, laughed and high-fived him, Grisha’s eyebrows rode so high that they disappeared into his hairline, and Carla was worried sick until Eren told them that it’s Mikasa.

“Oh good.”, she reached down, ruffling his hair, “I’m happy for you, sweetie.”

Mikasa had a much colder time at home because Levi threatened to kill that guy, her father was silent and her mother rubbed her pregnant belly, sighing.

“Are you sure that you want to get into this business so young?”, she asked.

But Mikasa wouldn’t budge, and her parents knew better than to try and convince her. Even Levi backed down because Mikasa said that if he harms Eren she will never talk to him again.

And just like that, they were dating.

It didn’t change much at first. Eren announced it out loud at school to Jean, who frowned and said whatever.

“She looks weird anyway.”, he scoffed, “Her eyes are slanted and her skin too pale, my girlfriends are much prettier.”

That was enough to make Eren jump him in defense of Mikasa’s honor, and the teacher had to separate them. Eren got a bleeding nose and a written notice to his parents, but he couldn’t care less. In his vicinity, not Mikasa slander would be tolerated.

Years went by.

They shared their first kiss at eleven, but it was strange and not very enjoyable.

“Are we doing it the right way?”, Eren wondered, unsure why would the adults ever bother with it.

“I think so, it looked like this in all the movies.”, Mikasa said, somewhat disappointed.

“Maybe it will get better when we are older.”, Eren offered, “We can just stick to hand-holding till then, you like that, right?”

Mikasa blushed and nodded, so he grabbed her hand and they headed to Armin’s house, kiss almost forgotten.

It took two years before they started the whole kissing thing again, and Eren was right. It did get better with age. It was also around that time when he started noticing things. He knew that Mikasa is pretty, but as she was growing up he had to reconsider that statement. Mikasa was much more than pretty, she was beautiful. At the age of thirteen, it didn’t mean much, only that he was more and more proud of his girlfriend.

Another two years passed, and things were starting to get heated.

Mikasa got into the whole goth thing, wearing black and whatnot, she even tried getting Eren into it. Unsuccessfully, but he always allowed her to try her make-up on him, or dressed as she wanted sometimes to appease her. He did like how she looked though, the dark makeup and black lipstick suited her, not even mentioning that fishnets and chokers were hot as fuck

She got her cartilages pierced and added piercings to her earrings, another thing that Eren was too scared to try. They would get a tattoo together, he promised, but had to wait till eighteen because Carla was strictly against it.

The kissing got even better, and now Eren’s hands were roaming all over her body while he was doing it. Mikasa also did her part of groping, and the young couple was slowly but surely edging towards the one thing all parents fear. Intimacy.

More and more often, Eren was coming home with face covered in black lipstick smudges. A lot of love bites bloomed on Mikasa’s pale neck and trying to hide it with her red scarf didn’t help. Their parents noticed, and they did not like what they saw.

Grisha tried to have “the talk” with Eren while taking him on a fishing trip, but Zeke tagged along and was ruining it with his goofy faces and bad-timed laughter. In the end, when Grisha got the message across to the red-faced Eren, Zeke pulled out a pack of condoms and threw them at his brother.

“It’s dangerous to go alone.”, he said dramatically, “Take this.”

Grisha hit him over the head for that, but to Zeke, it was totally worth it.

Mikasa got the talk too, first from her mother and then from Levi, who sat on her bed and described in detail all the ways he’s going to kill Eren if he ever does anything inappropriate to her. She threw him out of her room, slammed the door and that was it.

Despite all the good-natured warnings, and Levi’s threats, they began easing into it at sixteen. Mikasa sneaked into Eren’s room, because she could climb the tree next to his window without breaking a sweat, and their classic make-out session was interrupted when Eren’s hand slipped under her black panties.

“Can I…?”, he asked in a weak voice, but Mikasa found herself wanting it.

She watched so many romantic movies, Twilight being one of her favorites, and the physical romance was always glossed over. She wanted to experience it herself. And honestly? It was pretty good, being touched by Eren. Just like that, the gates sprang open and warnings of parents were forgotten.

They experimented at first. Hands touched, mouths kissed, tongued swiped over. Internet was a great teacher because for once Eren didn’t feel like asking Armin about the stuff. And they found their way.

Mikasa and Eren had sex for the first time at the age of seventeen, tipsy from Jean’s house party but not too drunk to not know what they are doing. It was okay but not as mind-blowing as Mikasa wanted it, and Eren promised that they would get better at this.

And they did, both eager to do so. Eren now had black lipstick not only on his face, but around his crotch too, and Mikasa’s love bites spread from her neck to her thighs.

On a nice day, when the sun was out and the neighbors got together for a small party, Grisha was manning the grill alongside Mr. Ackerman, the two of them having a beer and overall a nice time. Eren and Mikasa were doing their usual thing, which meant sitting in a corner with her on his lap, sharing kisses and giggles, and overall just ignoring the rest of the world. Next to them, Armin was with the rest of the kids, the whole group doing their best to not be weirded out. Then again, they kinda got used to it at this point. Seeing it all, Grisha couldn’t help but wonder out loud to his neighbor and friend.

“Do you think that our children are having sex?”

Taking a swig of his beer, Mikasa’s father wanted to deny it, but deep in his heart knew that he could not.

“I just hope that Levi won’t find out.”, he said, making Grisha laugh.

When eighteen and college hit, Eren fulfilled his promise and they got a matching tattoo together, wings on their backs. Going to the same college, of course, they rented an apartment because being separated by dorms was too much of a pain for the pair. Everything was great, everything was perfect, and the couple couldn’t be happier.

But did their friends feel the same way?

#eremika #fanfic #snk

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loveforpreserumsteve · 3 years

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As We Grow: "ALN" Story (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Modern Domestic AU)

Twenty:

Trying to soothe the crying ten month old, Steve fought a yawn. It seemed like no one had slept in their house in days. And with the lack of sleep, attitudes came out to play. It had started with Oliver being fussier than usual, then it had been Steve having a shorter temper and snapping at Bucky. All the while, Bucky had to deal with moodiness of his guys and impatient, rude customers.

"Want me to take over?" Bucky asked as Steve swayed and bounced the inconsolable infant.

"No," Steve huffed, "What I want is for him to sleep."

"Well," Bucky started, cautiously. "You're both feeding off each other's bad scents, so maybe –"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Steve questioned, expression twisting into one of anger.

"I just think that you both should have a chance to step back and –"

"Do you think I'm doing this on purpose?"

"What?" Bucky's brows furrowed as he assured, "No. I think that you both need a breathe–"

"Because I've been doing everything I can to stop this –" Steve gestured towards the nearly screaming Oliver "– from continuing."

"I know," Bucky assured, holding his hands up in surrender. Trying to placate his fiancé, "I'm trying to give you a moment to relax."

Rolling his eyes, Steve said, "I don't need a, 'moment to relax.' What I need is for the tooth to break through so we can all have a god damn break."

"Okay," Bucky appeased, taking a step back. Instead of just standing there watching Steve swaying Oliver, he went into the kitchen. Calling over his shoulder, "Want me to get dinner started? Or we can order out, if you want."

Completely annoyed with his soon-to-be spouse, Steve said, "Do whatever you want."

Putting on The New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh, Steve turned, so Oliver could see that his favorite show was on TV. Sure, Steve didn't want to rely on the TV to soothe his child for him. But Bucky was right. Steve did need a moment to relax. Of course, Steve wasn't big enough to admit he was wrong. Mainly because he didn't want to admit that he was a failure. Even if he was the only one who thought of him that way.

However, Oliver was too wound up and Steve's scent was too sour for the baby to calm down. What Steve hated the most was that he could've been the reason for his bad mood now. And Steve really didn't want to keep his baby stuck in a constant state of sobbing.

So, Steve decided to take Bucky up on his offer. Crossing the living room and entering the kitchen, Steve held Oliver out. With furrowed brows, Bucky took their son and settled him in his arms. Before he could ask if Steve was okay, Steve turned and headed for their bedroom.

Closing the door behind himself, tears started falling from his eyes. Pressing his back against the door, Steve slid down until he was sitting on the floor. Taking a moment to cry. Hoping to get all of his frustration and exhaustion before he went to face his guys.

Steve knew that Bucky didn't deserve his attitude and short temper. It was just difficult to rein in in the moment. Especially since Oliver had been inconsolable for the past week, but especially the past couple of days. Although Steve could only assume that Oliver's sob-fest ramped up because of him. And wasn't that just the shittiest take from the recent teething tantrum.

Hugging his legs to his chest, Steve cried into his knobby knees. Needing just this moment to calm down and to get the strength to apologize. After all, Bucky didn't need that. All he ever tried to do was make both Oliver and Steve happy.

Playing with the gold locket ring on his left finger, Steve knew that Bucky could do so much better than him. Never understanding what the lovable, goofy alpha ever saw in him in the first place. Especially not when Steve's fuse was always cut so short, and he always seemed to be mere moments away from blowing up. And really, Bucky deserved better than Steve. Even if – no! Especially since Bucky couldn't realize that for himself.

Gazing at the picture of Oliver in his locket ring, Steve noticed that his son wasn't crying. Which just proved that he was the reason for the baby's upset. And his tears just redoubled because it was his fault. He was a bad papa.

Sure, he meant well. But intention didn't matter when his scent – the very scent that was supposed to soothe Oliver – was so sour it caused his baby to sob uncontrollably for hours.

"Stevie?" Bucky softly knocked on the other side of the door, "Spaghetti is done. If you're hungry."

Hoping he was discreet, Steve sniffled and cleared his throat, "Okay."

Assuming that Bucky left him alone, Steve startled when he asked, "You okay in there?"

Wetly sniffling, Steve truthfully answered, "No."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Not really."

Instead of prying further, Bucky asked, "Want me to make a plate for you?"

Holding in a sob, Steve said, "Please?"

"Of course, doll."

"Thank you," Steve sniffled, wiping at the fresh tears leaking from his eyes.

"Of course," Bucky softly assured, "No problem."

Hearing the footsteps get further away as Bucky walked down the hallway, Steve pulled himself up. His knees popping on the way up, reminding him that he wasn't exactly a spring chicken. But that's been true for a while.

Stopping in the bathroom, Steve attempted to make himself look more presentable. Washing his tear-stained face, hoping that his red eyes would calm down. Finger-combing through his messy blond strands, wondering when he took a shower last.

With his head still pounding despite the quiet house, Steve made his way towards the kitchen. Briefly pausing to check on a snoozing Oliver in his swing. The New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh was still on the TV, but the calm alpha didn't seem to mind.

Entering the kitchen, Steve found a plate of spaghetti on the counter and Bucky at the table. The brunet multitasking by eating his own dinner and flipping through a worn novel. As Steve approached him, Bucky adoringly smiled up at him with tomato sauce on his stubbly chin. Shaking his head, Steve used his napkin to wipe at Bucky's face the way he would to Oliver. Affectionately, Bucky took Steve's hand in his and pressed a kiss to his palm.

"I'm sorry," Steve apologized, "For snapping at you. I just don't want to be seen as a failure."

"Doll, I'll never think of you like that," Bucky assured.

Tears starting to build in the rim of his eyes, Steve sniffled, "I don't deserve you."

"You're right," Bucky agreed, briefly surprising Steve. Before he went right back to his sappy, omrom ways, "You deserve better."

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jisungsmochi · 4 years

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rich girl reader x caterer mark

(this sounds odd but idk how else to describe it HAHAHA)

your parents wanted to throw an extravagant party to celebrate your brother getting into college. yes. not a birthday party, or an engagement, but a college admission party. your family had too much money for your their own good and often wasted it on materialistic and highly expensive items. you couldn’t say you were any different. you weren’t unhappy with your living conditions and exorbitant lifestyle but you were unhappy with the way your parents often tossed you aside with their money. everytime you came home from school, visibly upset due to stress, your parents would just transfer money into your account, for ‘retail therapy’. everytime you racked up the bill at an expensive restaurants with your friends, your parents would cover the costs. it was a never ending cycle, that you wanted to stop at times.

you were sitting by the pool as the catering staff for your brother’s party had arrived to organise their set up. you watched as they all were trying to appease to your parent’s requests. you felt bad for them, that they had to change their usual ways of business in order to please your parents. you ignored most of the commotion, continuing to read the book you were trying to finish.

you were interrupted when a boy with fluffy black hair approached you, blocking the sunlight. you raised your head from your book,

‘may i help you?’ you asked, it coming out more rude than you intended.

‘ah yeah, do you live here? i can’t find the owners and i have some decorations but i’m not sure where they’re supposed to go’ he explained, running his hands through his hair, clearly tired from all the moving he has already done.

‘oh um yeah i’m their daughter, i’m sure you can just leave them here in the yard, and wait for them to come back. i’m sorry i’m not much help’ you have him a small smile before completely closing your book.

‘thankyou!’ he nodded before walking away. you watched as he and some of the other workers were unloading the items. you felt bad that they had to do such hard work on such a hot day. you ran inside, grabbing as many water bottles as you could, whilst asking your maid to cut up some fruit for the workers. she nodded at you as you headed back outside, only to be met with the boy from earlier, he was now sitting on the chair next to yours.

he looked up at you, smiling as he saw your hands full of bottles,

‘here let me help!’ he made his way towards you before placing the bottles all over the nearest table.

‘i got them for all you guys, and my maid is cutting some fruit, you all deserve a treat for your hard work’ you offered as he kindly took the water bottle you held in your hands and took a sip.

‘you’re pretty laid back compared to your parents, no offence’ he looked back at you, his comment made you chuckle.

‘i get that a lot actually’ you smiled before taking a seat next to him.

‘so this is your life? sitting by the pool and reading?’ he started, causing you to feel slightly embarrassed.

‘i mean, i guess so! i don’t really leave the house, we pretty much have everything here. my parents throw all these parties just for the sake of it, kinda takes away the whole, having fun part’ you ranted as he listened carefully, watching as your hands fidgeted with your words.

‘well i’m kinda thankful for this party, my parent’s business hasn’t been doing so well, and this party will help us out alot’ he commented as you looked back at him. his eyes sparkled in glee, you knew he was truly thankful.

‘i’m sorry to leave all of a sudden but there’s more stuff to set up.’ he slowly got up, not wanting to leave just yet.

‘oh it’s okay, can i get your number? you know, incase my family needs anything else’ you blurted, watching as he turned back to you, surprised at your words.

‘y-yeah sure’ he grabbed your phone from your hands and tapped away.

‘i’m mark, by the way’ he smirked, returning your phone. you felt a slight blush arise on your cheeks,

‘oh and i’m y/n! well uh i’ll see you later mark’ you waved before making your way back inside. he shook his head in amusement as he chuckled, he found you completely adorable. more than what meets the eye, that’s for sure.

you had only really called mark once, when you overheard your father being stressed about the desserts being served.

mark picked up almost instantly,

‘oh hey, y/n! what’s up?’ he spoke into the phone as you sat against your bedroom door, eavesdropping on the situation.

‘my dad is kinda stressed about what desserts you guys are serving, and i’m just calling so i can finally get him to relax’ you explained, hearing shuffling on his side.

‘ahh yes hold on a moment, i’m going to find the list my dad gave me! i’ll send a photo so you can show your dad’ mark quickly snapped a photo, texting it to you immediately.

‘thankyou so much! i’ll see you on saturday!’ you cheered as you hung up and went to dissolve your dad’s worries. you were thankful that mark was able to help you straight away, you couldn’t wait for saturday.

the party was in full swing, the caterers were efficiently serving the food as well as preparing for dessert. your brother was socialising with his friends, before he saw you and asked to talk.

‘hey sis’ he caught up to you, as you sat against the bar.

‘yes jeno?’ you sighed. even though you were both close, it was clear that he was your parent’s favourite. he was the classic jock, good grades, had a girlfriend, and just got into one of the best colleges, without my parent’s having to bribe them. he always made you feel inferior, unintentionally.

‘enjoying your night?’ he asked, sitting on the stool next to you.

‘could be better’ you shrugged as you took a sip from your drink.

‘yeah well how about you talk to that caterer guy? he seems to be checking you out’ jeno smirked, nudging your side as your eyes went to find mark. he was serving drinks to your aunts and uncles when he caught you looking and gave you a wave. you returned it before turning back to jeno.

‘not a chance, he’s just friendly’ you pushed aside, finishing your drink.

‘whatever you say, don’t get too wasted, otherwise mum and dad will kill you’ he wanted before heading off to talk to more of his friends.

as the night went on, you kicked yourself for not talking to mark. he was so busy, constantly walking around, you just wanted to catch him on a break. you found yourself back at the bar, ready for another drink.

‘hey, y/n’ you watched as mark shot you his adorable smile, as you sat yourself across from him.

‘your parents really know how to throw a party’ he commented, mixing a few drinks together before pouring the mixture into a glass.

‘yeah, i’m gonna predict that in another hour, the guests will all leave and it will be left to the staff to clean up’ you have him a solemn look, as he slowly nodded.

‘you look like you need a drink’ he tried to lift to mood, handing you the glass.

‘you’re not gonna like poison me? right?’ you joked.

‘of course not, just try it!!’ he rolled his eyes, waiting for your reaction.

‘not bad, not bad’ you complimented before continuing to take small sips.

mark smiled to himself, wiping down the surface of the bar table. you debated whether or not asking him this,

‘do you want to get out of here? i know you’re working and it would be unprofessional to just leave like this but i really wanted to talk to y-‘ you were cut off by his abrupt laughter.

‘y/n, i was finished over an hour ago, i just stuck around because well, i was hoping you would come and talk to me’ he shyly admitted, avoiding your gaze.

you were surprised at his response, perking yourself up before taking your hand in his and dragging him away from the bar.

you led him to this secluded part of your backyard that your parents neglected a few years back. you ended up making it your own little sanctuary where you could just read or just have time away from the craziness of your family.

mark seated himself on some cushions you placed on the grass under a small teepee structure.

‘this is kinda cute’ he mumbled, as your cheeks flushed red.

‘thanks, decorated it myself’ you smiled, sitting next to him.

there was a short silence, mark looked over at you, unsure of what to say.

‘do you ever wonder, what life would be like, if you weren’t....’ he started.

‘rich?’ you finished, he was shocked that you already knew what he was asking.

‘yes i do’ you continued. ‘i wonder what it’s like not going to a private school where my parents pay excessive funds to the school for me to be a part of clubs and teams that i really don’t enjoy being in. i wonder what it’s like, making a mess in my own room and not having to call my maid to come clean it for me when i really just want to it myself. this sounds like such a ‘rich girl problems’ type rant but sometimes it’s not always about the glitz and glamour for me’ you shrugged, looking over at mark who had that sparkle in his eyes as you spoke.

‘you’re really not like all of them. i mean, i know we’ve had like two solid conversations but it seems like you’ve missed out on a lot. i kind of want to show you my world for a day’ mark offered, as you enthusiastically nodded.

‘would you really? i would love that!’ you smiled widely as he slightly giggled at your reaction,

‘you’re really cute when you get excited’ he mumbled. your face was completely red at this point.

‘t-thanks’

‘i’ll come by tomorrow, we can get into my old ass car and just drive around, i’ll show you my school and my friends and maybe one day you can do the same with me!’ mark had a way of making you feel normal. he made you feel like, your feelings were valid. you adored him. so so much.

you nodded at his words before placing a quick peck on his cheek.

‘thankyou for understanding me’

‘anytime’ he replied as you both chatted about random things for the rest of the night.

mark lee was unlike anyone you had ever met. so empathic, so understanding, so wise yet so goofy. but he made you feel normal, and that’s what you wanted to feel all along.

would anyone like a part 2?? just curious hehe

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hyperspacial · 4 years

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I’ve been really fixated on Love Island the Game recently, and as much as I love Noah’s path I wanted more from the rooftop scene on Day 29. So I wrote more. It’s been a while since I wrote fanfic, and even longer since I’ve written straight fanfic, so I apologize for the quality lol. MC’s name was Sveta in my playthrough. If there’s interest, I might write another one for the confrontation with Hope and the wedding.

Warnings: Mention of explicit content, swearing, mention of cheating.

~4k

The villa was the quietest it had ever been, but rather than enjoying the peace that she’d been begging for all month, it felt stifling. The balmy air stuck too closely to her skin and idly scratching her arms didn’t seem to free her from the pressure. It was warmer than it should have been, warmer than how she wanted it to feel when she wandered up to the terrace.

“Is something bothering you, bug?” Sveta barely had time to jump before Noah’s palm slid across her grip on the balcony rail, resting on her hand for a moment before she pulled away.

“Bug?”

“Well… Yeah I-” the blush spread across Noah’s face as he stared at the floor tiles, “I guess I never said it aloud I just… I always thought of you as... You remember when Lottie found that beetle in the bathroom and everyone started screaming to kill it-”

“Hope was screaming to kill it. Priya was screaming that she has a family and kids,” Sveta shot back, not taking her eyes away from the rolling hills, twinkling with other vacationers in the darkness.

“Well yeah. Um- I just thought it was cute how you got a cup and took it outside.”

There was a long pause. What was she supposed to say to that? Noah was withering into himself in embarrassment, he wasn’t going to say another word until he could melt into a puddle.

“Yeah, well, Priya was trying to stop Hope from crushing it with an eyeshadow palette, and I would happily walk into lava if Priya asked me to so…” The silence crept in once more, and Sveta sighed lightly, “Of everything that’s gone on, I miss her the most. I wish she could’ve made it to the final with us.”

Noah nodded slightly, either in agreement or appeasement.

“I didn’t know you saw that whole beetle thing? It was like a month ago and I remember it being only the girls-”

“I was looking for Hope.” He said it quietly, with something deeper in his voice. Sveta didn’t care to look at his face for the answer, she knew it was infatuation. He was so fucking infatuated with Hope and couldn’t see what a controlling person she was. She couldn’t help but quip about it.

“Kinda weird to see you up here without her hovering.”

“Yeah.” Noah paused and bit his lip, then continued “I think since it’s the last night she’s giving me some space. We’re both a little overwhelmed and nervous.”

Sveta rolled her eyes, finally turning to face him. She didn’t mean to be unkind to him, but he’s always been so dense. She crossed her arms, “Nervous about what? It’s just a game. Do you think the two of you are going to have drama outside the villa?”

Noah glanced over at her and, seemingly taken aback, quickly pulled away from the railing to face her.

“It always seems to find us, I’m sure the real world will be no different. But what about you and Rahim? He went to bed alone and you’re up here pouting. Hardly seems like the-”

“I’m not pouting.” Sveta turned away from him and walked to the loveseat, pulling a blanket over her before she sat down. Noah didn’t move, watching her silently.

“I’m not pouting. I’m just… Well you said overwhelmed, right? Rahim will be in the bed when I go down, I deserve some alone time.”

“I can leave,” he offered, but made no movement towards the stairs.

“Fine, sure. Why did you even come up here?” Sveta snapped, before looking down and apologizing. “I don’t know why I’m mad at you- I’m not mad I’m just frustrated.”

Finally moving towards the patio, Noah perched on the opposite lawn chair’s armrest and leaned in.

“Frustrated with me or Rahim?”

“With everything. This has been a massive undertaking, just being here. The museum barely let me take a leave of absence, my parents seem to think I’m ready to drop everything and move in with my pro-golfer boyfriend, I haven’t seen my dog in two months, and for what? What do I have to show for it? Making an ass of myself on TV and a relationship that’s barely hanging on when we’re with each other, let alone long distance.”

“You haven’t made an ass of yourself. The public voted for you and Rahim into the final, they must like you?”

“I hate that too, hate that they like us. If we would’ve been voted out it’d be one thing but... I feel like every time we don’t agree I’m disappointing the whole world.”

The sound of crickets and faint muffled conversations filled the silence. Noah slipped into a sitting position as Sveta stared at her hands.

“If it means anything, I didn’t know that you two were having issues,” he offered.

“I don’t think Rahim knows either. It’s just… When the show sets us up to be romantic we’re a proper couple, yeah? Like he becomes a perfect gentleman and we have chemistry, I loved the ocean date we had but I couldn’t shake off the nagging feeling that… That it was a template I wished someone else was filling it. Our whole relationship feels like that. It has all of the elements but something’s not right. And I feel like I’m tricking everyone because no one sees it’s wrong.”

“Why is it wrong?” Noah asked gently. It was fortunate that Sveta had been bottling all of this up and now forgot herself, or she would have stopped herself from answering.

“He’s kind of an ass.” Noah raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“Like he’ll do all the romantic things with me, but the normal… Conversations are so stilted. Like he constantly makes fun of me for being goofy with Chelsea or making jokes, but I haven’t said a word about his comics. I don’t care about them in the slightest but I still try to be interested for his sake. He doesn’t do the same when I talk about my restoration work or the sewing projects I want to work on-”

“I didn’t know you did sewing-”

“I never talk about it because when I talk about myself Ibrahim couldn’t be less interested! He always tells me that I’m beautiful, like always. Once a conversation he’ll say that. So much that it starts to lose meaning. Or I wonder, is that all he cares about? I don’t think I’ve ever gotten a proper compliment from him about something that matters! And he’s constantly picking on me! Whenever I wake him up he’s annoyed about that instead of happy to see me. When everything got awkward yesterday and I was just trying to lighten the mood, he said it was weird that I started singing. But that was the point! I was just trying to lighten the mood. And then tonight he wanted to send Lottie home? Can you believe that? If he had a friendship in the villa I’d respect it, but he looked me in the face and said he thought my best friend was a bitch and should go home. I tried to tell him how much she’s grown but he didn’t even care that he hurt me! He didn’t even recognize that it wasn’t about Lottie, it was about him saying he doesn’t like my friends and refusing to even listen to me!” She was yelling now, not considering Noah listening intently across from her, the cameras, or that other islanders might be able to overhear.

“And yesterday morning? I was teasing him by taking a little bit of his croissant and he got really upset about it. It was just supposed to be a joke but he scolded me like a child, and then he said I look ugly when I eat which is just… Who says that to a person?!”

“I remember that- I meant what I said, Sveta. You look perfectly… Fine-”

“I know I do, it’s just. What a dumb thing to make someone insecure about!? And for no reason! I can’t be goofy with him because he gets all quiet and awkward. Maybe that’s my fault, I knew he was quiet and awkward and that’s always been my type on paper but… Maybe that’s all he is. It’s not that I have a problem with quiet, I’m extroverted enough for the both of us, it’s that when he’s quiet he’s not enjoying himself, he’s quiet because he thinks I’m embarrassing him. I didn’t come on here to embarrass myself!”

“I don’t think you have.” Sveta’s eyes finally met Noah’s, and he could see the tears welling up. He started to stand, to go and comfort her, but she quickly swiped at her eyes and stood.

“It’s so dumb that I waited until the last night to get upset about all of this. It’s not going to matter in a day.”

“I don’t think you waited, I think you’ve been upset about this for a while and not said anything” Noah returned softly.

Sveta stared at the ground, hugging herself. “I’ve never been the type to get this emotional about relationships it’s just so- so… I don’t have anything else to distract myself with. And honestly it has been nice- he’s lovely when we’re on a date or cuddling or- it just feels like-”

“It’s not real?”

“Well yeah, none of this is real. I can cuddle with him on a floating gazebo in the ocean on Love Island but I don’t think I’ll be able to do laundry with him in real life. So then I’m left with what? What was all of this for?”

“When did you start feeling like this?”

“Ever since I coupled with Rahim. Maybe longer- I. It was fun feeling like our relationship weathered Shannon and Jo and all of their drama. But liking the challenge of a relationship isn’t liking the actual relationship, right? He seemed so confident, he- Noah he said he loved me.”

The surprise reflected over Noah’s face and he didn’t trust himself to respond. Sveta didn’t seem to need him to respond, as she was pacing in front of the coffee table now.

“And then I go back to feeling like a horrid person because what if all of this is in my head and we are in love? My parents seem to think so- Fuck they were excited for me to bring him home and be in a relationship for once. But if it’s always going to feel like this I don’t know if I can be-”

“In love? With him?”

She took a deep breath and stood still for a moment, glancing over at Noah who was looking up at her with something in his face again. She never could read Noah, but she thought it might be that he wanted something from her. That he expected, no, needed her to say something incredibly specific in response.

“I didn’t- I didn’t say I loved him back, if that’s what you’re asking. Which made the whole situation uncomfortable because… God how do you even recover from that?”

Noah nodded and broke eye contact, staring at the ground now. She wanted to go over and, touch him? Hold him? Why did she feel the need to be comforting him?

“I’m sorry for all of this. I’m just angry with myself. I just want to go home and pretend none of this ever happened.”

“I don’t.” He looked up again.

“Well of course you don’t. You and Hope have been solid since day one. You haven’t had to deal with the awkward feeling of just moving from couple to couple always feeling out of place. You haven’t had to look Bobby in the face when he keeps flirting with you and say he’s only a friend. You haven’t had to put up with being Lucas’ go to when his first choice is with someone else, but then dumped the second they aren’t. You haven’t had to fix everyone else’s problems and issues without ever having anyone to talk to about yours!”

“We’re talking now, aren’t we?”

“Yeah. Yeah we are. On the last night, when nothing can change. Too little too late, Noah.”

He winced and let out a long breath, picking at his nails now.

“I’m afraid that’s been my problem this summer.”

“At least you’ve had a nice time. At least you’ve known why you’re here,” Sveta continued, oblivious to the creeping frown growing on his face. “After every recoupling I started from scratch thinking ‘is this worth it? Is this guy going to be the one?’. And when I finally clicked with Henrik he was immediately voted off. And no one acted like that was it for me. That should’ve been it for me. I came back from Casa Amor with someone who didn’t really like me but I knew Lucas wasn’t going to stay single, I’ve had so many chances and blew every single one. And I just kept asking myself ‘why am I still here? What is this for? What is keeping me here?”

Sveta was so engrossed in her resumed pacing that she hadn’t realized that Noah had stood and silently walked to her. She didn’t notice until she ran into his solid chest and he gently wrapped his arms around her. She didn’t push away, but she certainly stopped talking and looked up at him.

“You haven’t blown any chances. If you didn’t click with Arjun or Rahim or Lucas, that’s hardly your fault. That’s the way love works. You’re a fantastic woman, Sveta. You’re smart and compassionate and yeah, a little bit goofy. If Rahim makes you feel bad about that, then he’s not the one.” His breath gently pressed her face as he spoke softly, staring deep into her eyes. For her part, she just looked up at him blankly, eyes unmoving and lips slightly parted. He waited for her to say something, then began to extricate his arms. She suddenly pulled his waist closer.

“It was you.”

“What?” Noah furrowed his brows but didn’t move. He couldn’t figure out if he was hugging her or if she was holding them together now, and as important as that seemed he couldn’t pull his mind from her trembling bottom lip.

“What’s keeping me here. It’s you.” She said quietly, watching his reaction.

“Sveta we never-”

“I know we never coupled up, and that was why it was so annoying when I felt like I couldn’t leave. You kept giving me little moments, a look during the cake challenge or reassurance in a terse moment and I just didn’t feel like I could-”

“Give up? You should’ve. I’ve been terrible to you.” He paused for a moment, waiting for her to say anything and when she didn’t he slowly leaned down. She parted her lips and let him kiss her, but didn’t make any move to kiss back. He pulled back slowly.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn-”

“Have let Hope drag you around? I wanted you, Noah. The first day I picked you. I had to watch as you braided her hair and let her yell at you about fucking toasties. I had to watch as you did everything you could to appease her and didn’t say a word.”

“Yeah. Yeah you did. I was scared, and embarrassed, and a little ashamed. I just wanted everyone to be happy and I thought you were- Well. I can’t believe I never asked you if you were happy. I just assumed. But today my parents pointed out that I didn’t seem happy with Hope and I… I realized that you were going to go home and I’d have never tried to tell you.”

A small smile broke the tears running down Sveta’s cheeks. He hadn’t realized she’d started crying, and gently brushed her cheek with his thumb.

“What, you just wanted me to make the first move?” She chided, grinning widely.

“Well you certainly always seem to. It’s like we’re on the same wavelength but you’re just faster to action than me. I know what you’re feeling, about being the problem in the relationship and not being able to just will yourself to be happy. I was starting to think that the only thing wrong with Nope was that I couldn’t commit but…”

A few seconds passed and Sveta prompted “but?”. Noah stayed silent, taking in every aspect of her face. The small chip on her front tooth, the freckles that splayed across her nose and cheeks, the flecks of brown in her eyes he’d never noticed before. Why hadn’t he bothered to notice before?

“But I think you’re right. I was just stuck on you and too scared to take the risk.”

He started to say something more before she lurched onto her tip toes and kissed him deeply. They were suddenly tumbling backwards onto the lounger’s cushion, but it felt as if they weren’t moving at all. As if the universe was bending around them.

Their lips crashed together and Noah didn’t know if it was his hands entangled in her dress straps or her fingers on his belt that made him pause.

“Sveta.” He whispered, but she continued kissing his neck and running her finger tips along his stomach. “Sveta.” He repeated, before pulling her chin up to look him in the eyes.

“Do you want this?” He asked, and she looked at him blankly. “This feels really big and I don’t want to jump headfirst in if you’re not-”

“You never want to jump into anything” She breathed, as her hand pulled away from his and sought lower on his body. He bit his lip as she slipped it under his suit pants and took hold of him. “But for once in your life”, she whispered, pulling her head up to bite at his ear, “Jump.”

They both had to take a moment and bask afterwards. A tangle of limbs all halfheartedly covered by the throw blanket or the other person, the sweat clinging to their faces and skin, deep breaths that gave into steady breathing. The muffled chatter from the villa had long since died down and the sounds of the night blanketed the couple. Sveta hid her face in Noah’s chest, and he gently ran his hands through her hair.

He was the first one to speak, after a long while saying “I have the creeping feeling that this is going to be bad, but I can’t bring myself to agree with it.”

Sveta giggled under her breath and looked up at him, only saying “oh?”

“Well yeah. Hope’s going to be… Livid but I… Sveta that was fantastic.” She hummed in agreement, peppering kisses across his shoulder.

“I don’t- I don’t know where your head is at, bug. I want to know.” She sighed and looked up at him, pulling the blanket closer.

“I want you. Every time I’ve been intimate with Rahim it’s felt stilted and a little uncomfortable but… I know this is right. It feels right. That’s what I’ve been looking for all summer, something that feels right.”

“I feel the same,” he said, stroking her side lazily, “but what I meant was, what do you want to happen? I’d love to ignore the world for a little longer but-”

“No. I know. I just… Like what you said in the baby challenge, this is a game, and fighting in a game isn’t the best way to solve real issues. I think… I think we’re real. I don’t want to put words in your mouth or anything but… I can see dating you outside of the villa. I… I want to be a mom. I’m not saying we’re going to have kids or anything like that I’m just saying-”

“One thing at a time, I get it.”

They both fell silent for a few minutes, struggling with their feelings for each other and the impending confrontation.

“Rahim’s going to be heartbroken,” she said, breaking the silence. “I don’t think he’s realized that our relationship is… Rocky.”

“And Hope’s going to be furious. She knows that we’ve been strained but she’s so focused. She told me that it didn’t matter if we were fighting, just that we make it to the final. What you said about the game… I don’t want to play it. I feel like telling everyone and arguing for the cameras is just giving them more content.”

Sveta moved her head back in surprise, frowning at him, “so what, you’re just going to kiss Hope and win and act like everything’s normal?”

“Don’t be so sure we’re winning, Sveta. And no, I wouldn’t do that to you. I just… I don’t want to fight with her anymore.” He trailed off as Sveta pulled back and started to pull her dress back up. She fixed the top then stood, holding the unzipped garment closed.

“So what? This was just a booty call? Don’t I deserve more than that, Noah? I thought you wanted to be together?”

Noah stood as well, wrapping the blanket around his waist and holding her sides, “I do. But we can’t wait another 24 hours for that? The viewers aren’t going to appreciate us undermining their voting and making of mess of things-”

“I don’t give a shit about what the viewers want.”

“Okay, well, do you care about what I want?”

“Of course.”

“So then I’m telling you- I’ve been fighting with Hope all summer. She gets really personal and mean about dumb things like how I cut my grilled cheese. I really don’t want to fight with her about something that matters so much to me. I’d be happier if we could just… Act like nothing’s changed for a few more hours, finish the show, and then be together. Because nothing has changed, Sveta. I’ve had feelings for you for so long…”

“But you’re afraid of Hope so you don’t act on them,” she crossed her arm, frowning.

“I’m not the only one, bug. You’d have to confront Rahim too.”

She took a deep breath and nodded, turning and offering him the zipper of her dress. He silently pulled it up and then kissed the back of her neck.

“It’s not real, Sveta. I don’t want to play this game anymore, I have you. I’ve already won.”

She turned and half smiled, getting to work on the buttons of his shirt.

“It’ll feel terribly real tomorrow morning when someone wins.”

He smiled, “hopefully it’ll be Lottie and Gary then.”

Sveta finished his buttons and looked up at him, “and if it’s not?”

He paused for a moment and pursed his lips. Noah didn’t meet her eyes as he gently detangled her hair and scooped it back into place.

“I promise you, win or not, I’ll tell Hope after it’s been announced. You’ll have to tell Ibrahim too. I don’t care about the money, I just want to be done with this show.”

Sveta nodded and bent over to retrieve his belt. “Okay,” she said, and handed it to him. “Okay. That’s the plan then. I’ll go downstairs and get ready for bed, you need to fix your hair and wait for a bit before coming down.”

She started to walk towards the stairs when Noah caught her wrist and pulled her to him once more.

“I saw such a different side of you last night. You’ve always been so calm and steadfast, and seeing you upset and yelling” Sveta started to apologize but Noah pressed his lips to hers softly for a moment before continuing.

“It made me realize that all of the fights with Hope, the whole time I was telling myself ‘I can’t be with someone so loud and emotional’, but that wasn’t true. It felt like too much, well… because it was. But I can handle passion and frustration and anger, when it’s coming from the right person. You have every right to be furious with me and how the summer’s treated you, Sveta. But when I’m with Hope, it makes me want to run away. With you… I want to be by your side and solve it. I’ll fight with you every single day if it means solving the problems you face and letting you vent.”

Sveta was grinning widely again, blush heating up her cheeks. In a small voice she whined, “I’m not a volatile person”, and Noah chuckled in response.

“No. No you’re not.” He kissed her closed eyelid, smiling to himself. “I just want you to know that you can be yourself, wholly and truly around me. It’s okay to be angry and I’ll never make fun of you for that. I’ll never make fun of you for eating, or laughing, or being a dope.”

Sveta snickered and looked him in the eyes, “alright, and I’ll forgive you for waiting months to talk to me one on one.” A pained smile made her amend her statement, “I mean, you did. But I understand why, it’s hard to feel like you’re disappointing everyone. But you’re not.”

Noah sighed deeply, “but I am. Hope’s going to… I don’t know what and-”

“Well you’ve not disappointed me,” Sveta said, looking down. She didn’t want to face the reality of what they’d done. Of course there would be consequences, but this moment felt right.

“That’s all that matters, then.” He pulled her chin up once again to kiss her.

Sveta kissed him deeply, then pulled away and walked down the stairs. He watched her go, then ran his hand through his hair. He hadn’t thought about the show, or the cameras, or Hope, which was a good thing. But now that she was gone he still felt her lips echoing on his skin, and the reality started to sink in deeper. Hope would know, the world would know.

He glanced up at the camera, which was trained on the lounger they’d shared. He rolled his eyes and walked a few steps closer.

“You were right, Mom.” He said, speaking directly to the camera and holding his mic closer to his lips. “I’m bringing the right girl home. Please forgive me for doing that in front of you.” He dropped his mic back down to his lapel and turned away, chuckling to himself.

“Always did know what I was thinking before I realized it myself.”

#litg #litg s2 #litg noah #litg hope #litg rahim #ive been working remotely so instead i did this #becuase idk why litg has gotten under my skin so much #it's p good i recommend it #im just very lonely

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Walking Dead Game FanFiction - “We Know Her”

Title: We Know Her Characters: Clementine, Luke, Nick, Carlos, Sarah, Alvin, Rebecca, Omid, Christa Summary: Upon arriving at the ski lodge, Clementine is stunned to find Omid and Christa instead of Kenny. Author's Note: okay ima write this under the context that the whole “Nick shooting thing” doesn’t happen so that we can focus more on the cuteness of the rekindling lmao Requested By: ebimanami support me with ko-fi ♡ ---------♥️♥️♥️----------

It felt as though they’d been walking forever. To Rebecca, very pregnant and very sore, they had been.

“Can we take a minute?”

Everyone paused as Alvin eased her onto a rock. Rebecca had one hand pressed to her back and the other on her swollen belly. The entire time, Clementine was glancing ahead, squinting, seeing if she could spot anything through the hordes of trees. Luckily for all of them, she did.

Luke tore his attention from Rebecca to follow Clem’s gaze. He squinted, spotting a glimmer of red through the hordes of green and brown. Immediately, a grin broke out onto his face. “I think you’re right.”

“A bridge?” Sarah asked, hands clasped together, taking a step closer. It was her shy way of including herself in on the conversation. Luke and Clementine always obliged.

“It means we’re getting somewhere.” Luke said, smiling warmly her way. He wanted to squelch any anxiety she felt as quickly as possible. “We’ve never seen a bridge before. That means we’re making good progress at getting away from the lodge.”

The statement made Sarah frown, eventually turning back to her father. She liked the lodge. Deep down, a part of her had been hoping that they would eventually surrender and return to it. Hearing just how far away they were dashed that dream — her dream of returning to their little piece of home — and she turned away to sulk in private.

“I’m gonna scope it out.” Luke said, already starting forward.

Clementine smiled, ignoring the bitter sigh Rebecca offered behind them. “I’ll come.” She said, trotting to catch up to him as he paused, waiting for her.

They’d barely approached the bridge before Luke held his breath, pointing toward a building in the distance. “Do you see that?”

Clementine scrambled to find what he was looking at, especially seeing how his breath caught on his words. But following his gaze, squinting into the distance just out of reach, she spotted it. She, too, sucked in her breath. “A house.”

“A lodge.” Luke gawked, a hand running through his hair in amazement. “I can’t believe it.”

This was a major break for them. Since they’d left their cabin, they’d been wandering with no destination. No place to lay down their things and actually rest. Not only had they found that place, they’d found practically a mansion compared to the place they’d been living in prior.

It was a luxury. It was a dream come true and, if everything went according to plan, it would be theirs.

They darted back to the others, seemingly wasting away with boredom and impatience. When the duo excitedly scrambled in and offered the news — Clem grinning and watching as Luke fumbled his way through an explanation — the group was up and off.

“We’ll take the back.” Alvin said, offering a hand to help Rebecca to her feet.

Luke, Clementine, and Nick spearheaded the group with Carlos and Sarah in the middle, and Alvin and Rebecca following behind.

“Holy shit.” Nick breathed as they finally hit the bridge. “Is that a lodge or a mansion?”

“It’s perfect, that’s what it is.” Luke said, grinning, jostling his best friend excitedly. Nick offered a goofy grin, fixing his hat once he was done. “If there’s a God out there, he’s really cut us some slack with this one.”

“Let’s get there before we start throwing thank yous around.” Carlos said, body stiff and gaze trained ahead. Sarah could tell, as she turned to study him, that his eyes were latched onto the building. Even though she knew her father wouldn’t say it, he was impressed. She wanted to say he was thrilled, but her father was also a skeptic. He was probably holding his breath until he was sure the area was safe.

After all, he would always tell her ‘if it sounds too good to be true, it is.’ While he was often correct, it filled her with all types of anxiety constantly. How was she supposed to believe that anything good could come in a world that was constantly filled with dread? When her own father wouldn’t let her hold onto a glimmer of hope?

Regardless, Clementine’s hope allowed her to keep a flicker of it herself. If Clementine was hopeful — the girl that had seen so much — she believed that she could be hopeful too, even if it was only a bit to appease her father.

They continued across the bridge, drawing closer and closer to the lodge nestled on the hill before them. They still had a way to go — so far that Luke had a pit of worry in his stomach if Rebecca would be able to make it that far.

But he didn’t have time to worry about that now. They’d tackle that when they got there. For now, they needed to do exactly that; get there.

Luke and Clementine were the first to reach the base of the hill, Nick trotting up behind them. The mere thought of climbing the thing was already causing him to lag. Luckily for him, he wasn’t the only one.

“We need to be careful.” Carlos said, wandering up beside the trio. They were waiting for everyone else to draw closer before formulating a plan. “We don’t know if it’s inhabited.”

Luke nodded, his stance determined and ready. “Right. We need to be slow and quiet.”

“I can do that.” Rebecca said, setting her hands on her back and stretching under the weight of her swollen belly.

Luke nodded, scanning her up and down. Did he have his doubts? Definitely, but he wasn’t one to argue with Rebecca. No one was. Not even Alvin.

So, slowly, cautiously, glancing back to ensure that everyone was gradually following, they made their way up. The entire walk, Clementine remained practically glued to Luke’s side. Was she excited at the prospect of such a home? Of course. But did she want to risk it in the case that it was inhabited? Or dangerous? Or overrun with walkers? No way.

She trusted Luke. She knew she could wander beside him, and he would have her back. It brought her comfort during uncertainty. Ever since they’d left the cabin, their lives had been nothing but uncertainty. But not Luke. Luke had always been certain. Luke always had her back.

The closer they drew to the lodge, the more on edge the child felt. Suddenly, overwhelmingly, Clem had a bad feeling about this. As though the lodge was secluded and hard to get to for a reason; as though they were trespassing on someone’s property.

Little did they know, the were.

Clementine fell behind, offering to help Alvin with Rebecca, when she heard quarrelling up ahead. It wasn't the bickering she had grown used to back at the cabin, it was new. New voices. New people.

Her heart slammed into her stomach.

No.

She darted up the hill, sneaking her way behind the group and peeling her way through them. Carlos was frantically keeping Sarah behind him, not wanting her to even catch a glimpse of the strangers let alone be in their line of fire. Nick and Luke had their hands up and Alvin and Rebecca, slowly making their way up behind them, looked so meek and mild they were ignored.

“Get back.”

“We don’t mean any harm.”

“I don’t give a shit.”

Clementine frowned, pausing between Carlos and Nick, feeling as though she recognized the phrase. No, it wasn’t that. She recognized the voice. Feeling a swell of panic, she continued pushing her way forward.

“Clem--”

She weaseled her way out of Carlos’ attempt to grab her and keep her back. She wasn’t like Sarah. She didn’t need shielding. She was more than capable of holding out on her own.

“If you don’t back off, I will shoot.”

“Please, we’re just--”

Clementine peeled her way through the rest of her group, squeezing between Luke and Nick. She could feel Luke’s breath hitch as she pushed past him, no doubt terrified for whatever she was doing.

But she knew exactly what she was doing, because the moment she emerged through her group, her eyes widened into stars. “Christa?” The figure standing beside her lowered their weapon, and the face she saw prompted her throat to swell. “Omid?” She squeaked out.

Hearing the familiar voice, Christa lowered her gun, her eyes hesitantly settling on the child figure before her. After a beat, as though registering if her eyes were being truthful, she relaxed. “Clementine?”

“Clem,” Omid’s reaction was far more emotional than his partner’s. He dropped his gun and lunged forward on his knees. “Holy shit, Clem.” He settled his hands on her shoulders, drinking her in, allowing his hands to brush at her cheeks, her hat, and her arms.

Clementine smiled, the tears already swelling in the corners of her eyes. “Swear.” She said softly.

Omid smile, his cheeks pushing his tears forward and down his cheeks. He scoffed, wrapping his arms around her. “Get in here.” Clementine laughed, forcing her joy through the sobs as she settled against his jacket, feeling the familiar warmth Omid radiated.

Christa slowly lowered her weapon, her heart overwhelmed with emotion, so much so that she could barely move. By the time she was able to start forward, abandoning her weapon on the ground behind her, she was fiercely blinking back tears as she knelt down, wrapping the members of her mini-family in a warm embrace.

The cabin crew was stunned.

Luke turned around, his gaze landing on Nick momentarily before Carlos. Behind him, he watched as Alvin shrugged, adjusting his hold on his wife.

Out of all of them, the only one who had a softer reaction was Sarah. As she watched them, Sarah couldn’t help but give a faint smile. The way Clementine clung to them, the way joyous tears streamed down her cheeks that she scrambled to wipe away, made her heart warm.

Clem sniffled, peeling her face off of Omid’s jacket. She scrambled to clean her cheeks, staring at the two with misty, amazed eyes. Clem turned to her group, offering a gentle laugh. “Guys, meet Omid and Christa.” She turned, smiling, feeling one of Christa’s hands settle on her shoulder and one of Omid’s slip into one of hers. “They raised me for a while.”

Immediately, the tone on the deck softened, and the expressions of everyone grew warm and gentle.

Luke smiled warmly, extending a hand, hoping it was an accurate demonstration of peace. “I’m Luke.” he said. He smiled wider feeling Christa’s hand slip kindly into his own. “It’s an honour.” He said softly.

While Sarah may have lost her little piece of home, it meant Clementine was able to find hers. To Sarah, that was a fair trade. ---------♥️♥️♥️----------

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scribomaniac · 5 years

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Feelings are Hard (A Woes Fic)

Nesryn scanned these street, looking both ways for a gap between the speeding cars. Steeling her jaw when she saw an opening, the baker's daughter took off for the other side. A car honked. Its horn, although loud and blaring, barely stood out against the other noises made by the city.

Tightening her grip on the paper bag in her hand, Nesryn heading up into the apartment building before her, taking the stairs two at a time. It wasn't even mid-morning yet but Nesryn could tell today was gearing up to be a good one. So good she almost felt like humming.

She'd started her day early running with Aelin and Fleetfoot while the sky had still been dark. Aelin, being the borderline psychotic competitor that she was, called it the "beat the sun run". It was silly and tiring, but fun, too, and they always ended the race by stopping at the bakery Nesryn's father owned.

The two of them had gotten some cinnamon buns as a reward, and they'd been so good Nesryn grabbed two more to share with Sartaq and Borte. The three were supposed to meet up later that day at the archery range.

She had some time, though, and since she was currently closer to Chaol's place than her own, she figured she'd stop by to see him. She hoped he was home. It was still pretty early, but Chaol and Aelin were practically cut from the same fabric when it came to work outs.

Nesryn halted, wondering if she should text him first. His door was just down the hallway, though, so she might as well continue on. Of course, she thought wryly, the one time I try to be a good girlfriend and he's not even home.

Shaking her head, she pulled out the key Chaol had given her ages ago and entered the apartment. "Chaol?" She called out, expecting him to be in his room or perhaps in the bathroom. Back to the rest of the apartment, she placed the cinnamon buns on the kitchen counter and kicked off her shoes. "I thought I'd stop by before heading to the range. Maybe we could--"

"Hi, Nesryn."

Nesryn words died her in mouth, their ghosts fell from her tongue. She knew that voice, and it didn't belong to Chaol.

Turning around to face the speaker, Nesryn greeted, "Hi Yrene." She swallowed, "What brings you here so early?"

Fingers twisting awkwardly, Yrene shrugged then nodded to the couch in the living room. "Therapy ran a little late last night. Chaol offered me his couch."

Midnight eyes flicked over to the living room. The couch did look like someone had slept on it. The back pillows had been removed and several sheets laid over it. Yrene wasn't lying about where she slept, and yet that didn't ease the strange weight growing in the pit of Nesryn's belly.

"How's his back?" Nesryn asked, because she didn't know what else to say. Yrene had been Chaol's physical therapist for almost six months now, ever since a car accident had almost left him paralyzed. The woman truly was a miracle worker, and Chaol was practically as good as new.

"Good--it's good." Yrene looked around the apartment, her eyes refusing to land on Nesryn. "He should be able to walk without the cane soon enough."

Nesryn nodded, and a suffocating silence took up the space between them. Although Yrene and Chaol had grown close during their time together, the same couldn't be said for the two women. Nesryn didn't dislike Yrene, per say, she just didn't know her. Nor did she try to, if she were being honest with herself.

"Chaol's in the shower," Yrene said and then immediately winced. A pretty blush dusted itself over her golden brown cheeks and Nesryn had to bite back a sigh. "I mean--"

"It's okay," Nesryn shrugged. Jamming her feet back into her shoes--the heels were flattened, but she'd fix them later--she grabbed her bag of baked goods and said, "I have to head out anyway. Tell him I'll call later?"

Before Yrene could so much as nod her head, Nesryn was out of the apartment. The door closed softly behind her and as it did, Nesryn felt a weight lift from her chest. Shaking her head, Nesryn pulled out her phone. She scrolled through picture after picture until she found Sartaq’s goofy smile. A small smile found its way onto her lips and she pressed the green call button.

He picked up on the second ring. "Hey," she greeted quickly as she hustled down the hallway and back towards the street. "Mind if we meet up now?”

“Sure,” he said, his voice still sleepy. Nesryn winced, realizing she must have woken him up. She was about to take it back, to let him go back to bed, when he continued, “I’ll be there in thirty minutes.”

Nesryn took a deep breath and found herself stopping in the middle of an intersection. She could just tell him to forget it, that she wasn’t thinking, but instead, very softly, she said, “Thanks.”

A horn blared, making the dark haired girl flinch. The driver honked his horn again, his muffled shouts of anger and derision still audible even with all his windows closed. Ending the call, Nesryn quickly continued on her way.

After two trains, one bus, a bit of walking, and another train, Nesryn finally exited Adarlan and entered Antica. Sometimes the trip was quick and painless, taking less than twenty minutes, and other times, like today, it took nearly an hour. Huffing as she ran, Nesryn arrived at The Aerie with a stitch in her side and a wince on her lips.

"Sartaq," she greeted breathlessly once she found him waiting on a bench inside the lobby. "I'm so sorry I'm late."

Shrugging, Sartaq gave her an easy smile, "No biggie. Were you coming from Westfall’s or something?"

Yrene Towers flashed through her mind, and Nesryn grimaced.

Dark eyes narrowed, "What happened?"

"Nothing," Nesryn shook her head, unsure of what to say. In truth, she was unsure of everything. Finding Yrene in Chaol's apartment so early like she had . . . it hadn't made her angry. It hadn't even made her sad, but that was the problem. Nesryn didn't feel anything. Why don't I feel anything? She wondered.

Running a hand through her short hair, Nesryn changed the subject by shoving the bag of baked goods into his arms. “Cinnamon buns,” she said shortly, “from the bakery. There’s one for you and Borte.” She looked out the back window at the patrons shooting their arrows at a variety of targets. “Borte’s still coming right?”

“Probably,” Sartaq said, opening the brown paper bag and taking a small sniff. “She might even bring Yeren since she spent the night as his place.”

“They are the weirdest couple.” Nesryn had never seen a couple fight more. They argued over everything, from where they sat in the movie theaters to who ordered first at a restaurant. And yet, she countered, they actually seem happy with each other.

“Yeah,” Sartaq was already several bites into the bun by the time he responded to her comment, “it’s like opposites attract. Or a kinky thing for them.” Nesryn blinked, but didn’t have a chance to fully process what her friend had said before he asked, “Now, what’s going on with you and Westfall?”

There was a glint in Sartaq’s eyes. Nesryn knew it well. It was a sign that he’d dug his heels in and wouldn’t be appeased until he’d gotten answers. And while Nesryn found it slightly inconvenient for it to be aimed at her, her heart began to thunder in her ears at the sight of it.

“Can we just,” Nesryn started, but then paused when she saw his lips pursue. Changing tactics, she asked, “Can we at least shoot something first?”

Sartaq relented, and they rented out their bows and quivers and headed out onto the grounds. The pair made their way past dozens of archers, and almost all of them took the time to greet or wave hello to Sartaq. That’s what happens, she supposed, when you’re the son of a billionaire. Sartaq’s father, Urus Khagan, practically owned all of Antica. He had a hand in every inch of its politics, and nothing happened in the city without him knowing about it. And even though Sartaq and his father weren’t exactly close, people still cosied up to him, knowing he had his father’s ear.

Nesryn and Sartaq set up base all the way at the end of The Aerie’s property, as far away from other people as they could get. Urus’ son could rub elbows with the best of them, but right now neither archer felt very social.

Knocking her arrow, Nesryn took a deep breath, then let it loose. The arrow’s aim was true, and punctured through the ear of a dummy deer.

Sartaq whistled, “Going for the ye already? What’d Westfall do this time? Cheat on you or something?” Nesryn said nothing and simply readied another arrow. “Wait--shit. Really?”

Relaxing the bow string, Nesryn bit down on her lower lip. “No, not really.” She told him what she saw, what she walked into this morning and then waited. Bow and arrow aimed at the ground, Nesryn waited for her friend to speak.

Arms crossed over his chest, Sartaq cocked his head, “So he didn’t cheat? I’m confused.”

Lips twisting, Nesryn tried to explain, “I don’t think they did anything, but I think,” her mouth was dry all of a sudden. “I think they wanted to.” They’d been close for some time now, Nesryn had noticed. And Chaol seemed happier around her. Happier than he’d been with her in ages.

“You seem oddly okay with that.”

Looking down at her feet, a battle occured within herself as she determined how much to tell Sartaq. He’s your best friend, her mind reasoned. If you can’t tell him, then who can you tell?

“It would’ve been easier,” she confessed, her eyes still honed in on her feet. “If they had. To break up, I mean.”

Even without looking at him, Nesryn would tell Sartaq had gone deathly still. Tightening the grip on her bow, she rushed to explain, “Chaol and I just haven’t . . . there hasn’t been anything between us for a long time now.” She kicked at the grass beneath her feet and began to pace. “Not since he gave me a key to his place--longer, even. But we’ve been together for so long now, I don’t think either of us knows how to end things, and--”

“So you don’t love him?”

“What?” Nesryn stopped her pacing and finally looked up at Sartaq. His dark eyes were bright and intense. It was like looking into a black hole where you could just barely make out where the star used to be. His gaze was all encompassing and enticing, and, Nesryn realized belatedly, much closer than she’d originally thought. Their chests were almost pressed together now, and Nesryn had to crane her neck a bit to see him properly.

Sartaq cocked his head to the side, making his long dark hair spill over his shoulder. Nesryn’s breath caught at the sight of it. “You don’t love Westfall?”

“No,” Nesryn answered, the truth of it escaping from her lips took a weight off her shoulders as well. It was why she didn’t feel anything back at the apartment. Why the possibility of Chaol cheating on her didn’t affect her in the slightest. “We never even said that--I love you. It just,” again, that weird feeling settled in the bottom of her stomach. “It never came up.”

“I would tell you,” Sartaq said, his voice so soft that Nesryn found herself rising up onto her tiptoes to hear better.

Then, his words sank in. “What?” She asked, her voice just as soft.

Sartaq’s face was close, so close she could feel his breath fan against her face. “If you’d have me, I’d say those words to you everyday for the rest of my life.”

The bow and arrow dropped from Nesryn’s hands. Does he--is he--? Her mind tried to make sense of what Sartaq was trying to say. Patiently he waited, his dark eyes trained on her own. His tongue flickered out to wet his bottom lip, and Nesryn felt more feeling in her body in that one moment for Sartaq than she had felt for Chaol in their entire relationship.

“Let me say those words, Nesryn. Say yes,” Sartaq whispered as he brought his hand up to cup the side of her neck. Her heart beat, beat, beat, until, Nesryn swore, it stopped altogether. Then, like an arrow to the heart, he ended her by saying, “Please.”

Closing the distance between them, Nesryn sighed into his mouth as his lips met hers. So this is what it feels like, she wondered, amazed. Opening her mouth to tug on his bottom lip with her teeth, Nesryn pulled away as Sartaq released a deep-throated moan. Kissing her way up his cheek and towards his ear, Nesryn whispered, “Yes.”

A shudder rippled through Sartaq’s back and his arms quickly wound around Nesryn’s frame, pulling her in even closer. Resting his forehead against hers, Sartaq smiled. It was large and gleeful, full of victory and adoration. Sartaq leaned in to kiss her forehead, then her eyes. Her nose, then one cheek and then the other. He went to kiss her lips again, but pulled away at the last moment, leaving Nesryn waiting.

Laughing, he kissed her quickly once, then twice. “I love you, Nesryn Faliq.” Thrice.

Nesryn laughed too. How had she not seen it? How had she not realized? Shaking her head, she banished the thought away. Not wanting to waste any more time, Nesryn cupped Sartaq’s face in both hands and said, “And I love you.”

#the woes #tog #throne of glass #nesryn faliq #chaol westfall #nesraq #sartaq #nesryn x sartaq #yrene towers #someone requested a fic and here it is

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