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WE'RE NOT FRIENDS | K. Gyuvin

Description. Gyuvin's not jealous - he doesn't even have a reason to be. You two were just friends who fucked sometimes! But in the back of his head, he knows he yearns for more, but do you?

Not tryna talk, just tryna kiss ya'. NOT FRIENDS // LOOΠΔ

Pairing. Fwb!Gyuvin x Fem!Reader

Warnings. MDNI. Smut, Curse words, Oral, Penetration, Condom Use (Wrap it), Crying (Not in a bad way)

Word count. 4K

Note: I wanted to do something better than this but I also wanted to get it out! Inspired by my anons who loved jealous gyuvin <3

You smile as you enter the dorm, greeted immediately by Gyuvin's friends. They must've known you were coming, you giggle as you follow through the hallway, Hanbin immediately going into a spiel about something that happened at work that morning.

You nodded in understanding, "You're so strong 'Bin, I would've thrown the drink at the customers face."

He laughed as he shook his head. "I'd be jobless."

You're about to respond when you're pulled away by a chattering Matthew, "Dude I have to tell you about this new machine they added to the gym-"

"Wait wait," Jiwoong appears out of seemingly nowhere. "First I have to show you this cat I took a picture of!"

He pulls out his phone, Hanbin and Matthew growing silent as they want to see the cat as well. You gasp in adoration as Jiwoong locates the picture. "Awe! Oh my goodness, he's so fat!"

Jiwoong nods. "Exactly!"

He's about to continue when Taerae comes barreling out of his room, dimples appearing as he speaks. "I heard your voice and came running."

You scrunch your nose, teasing. "Gosh, I didn't realize you were all so excited to see me."

"You need to come around more often so we can update you normally," Hanbin offers before looking apologetic. "Instead of clamoring around you before you can even make it to the living room."

You chuckle in response. "It's okay, I don't mind."

"Hao's out, but Ricky and Gunwook just left to go get us food! What do you want? I'll text them!" Matthew interjects, already typing on his phone before you wave him off.

You grip the box in your hand. "Ah, it's okay. I'm not staying, just came by to-"

"You're not staying?!" Yujin walks up before crossing his arms, wearing a pout. The younger always knew how to guilt trip you with those puppy eyes.

"I just came to drop off something for Gyuvin." You look around, noting that indeed, as you had thought, none of the boys around you were him. Funny how the others were more excited to see you.

"Oh come on," Taerae places a hand on your shoulder. "You should stay, eat with us!"

You stand awkwardly, not sure if Gyuvin would want you to stay. He hasn't even come out of his room to greet you yet. "I don't know.."

"Please?" Yujin begs, and you always had a soft spot for the younger boy. He reminded you of a little brother who just wanted his sister to stay for dinner. How could you say no to that?

"Well," You contemplate, you really should just drop the box off and leave. You sigh in defeat though, the faces around you looking so excited at the prospect. "Okay, I'll stay."

"Yes!" Jiwoong smiles, as the others look visibly happy as well. They were always so kind to you, and you were always glad Gyuvin's friends took a liking to you.

Oh, right. Gyuvin.

"I'll be right back, okay?" You say, making your way through to the point of the visit's room. You knock softly on his door, knowing it was just him alone in there, but also not wanting to disturb him if he was busy.

He opens the door, eyes immediately shifting to the box. He reaches it for it, "Thanks-"

You pull it back towards you. "Hey, how are you? Oh me? I'm doing just fine, thanks for asking! I did just drive all the way here to bring you this package that you ordered to my house so that way your roommates wouldn't get into it! Oh wow, thanks for the favor, I appreciate it so much that I'll even come greet you by the door when you get here."

He waits for you to finish your rendition as he looks down, your little mocking speech leaving him unamused. "You had plenty of people to greet you at the door."

You narrow your eyes, shoving the box into his hand in annoyance. "That's not the point, I came to see you."

Gyuvin just stares before he opens his mouth to speak but he's quickly interrupted by Matthew entering the hallway. "Food's here!"

You don't move, standing as you wait for Gyuvin to say something, anything. But he just gestures behind you before repeating, "Food's here."

You turn in disappointment, you don't know what you wanted him to say. But it definitely wasn't that.

You join the others at the dining table as they scoot over to make room for you. Seeing as one of them is missing, there's just the right amount of chairs.

Normally, you'd sit wherever there was room, but Ricky was quick to greet you and offer you the seat next to his. He pats the chair, "This one's open."

That's bullshit, Gyuvin notes. There were several other chairs that were open because not everyone was sitting yet. Like himself, who was waiting for you to sit so he could sit next to you.

That dream slowly dies in front of him as Jiwoong takes the seat to the other side of you, having to strangle off Hanbin for it. He shows you something on his phone that has you smiling brightly.

And for some twisted reason that he can't exactly explain.

Gyuvin hates it.

It's the same feeling he felt deep in the pit of his stomach earlier. He came out of his room right away to see you, but was stopped in his tracks when he saw the others hovering over you.

You seemed to forgotten who you had even come to see, so he sulked his way back to his room, unable to pinpoint what exactly it was that he was feeling.

Ricky, being the little shit he was, would call it jealously every time he would spill about his feelings —He only resorted to consulting him after Jiwoong suggested it was indigestion— but Gyuvin disagrees.

Why would he even be jealous? You two were just friends!

Friends who regularly fogged up his car windows from the backseat in an empty parking lot when he needed to clear his mind.

Friends who would often grind on each other in the dark of his room, his computer screen the only source of light in the late hours of the night.

Friends who were on their knees for each other when the other was stressed, because that's what friends are for, right?

But the word remained. Friends.

Even if he wanted to be jealous, he couldn't be, he had no right. You two weren't anything, he doesn't even think you like him like that.

But he thinks that if he has to watch Matthew wink at you one more time, he's going to slam his head against this table. But he's not jealous! Right... It was fine, everything was fine.

"Hao's gonna be upset he missed you, he's learning that one classical song you like on violin." Hanbin speaks up before leaning onto his hand. "What was the name? I can't remember"

Ricky vaguely recalls. "The one from Howl's Moving Castle?"

"Oh my gosh, he's learning Merry Go Round of Life?" You light up in your seat, clearly impressed. You forgot you had mentioned your love for the classical piece to them before.

Gyuvin can feel himself growing bitter, since when did you like that movie? Or that song? And why did he feel so left out right now? And even worse, why was Hao learning it for you? That felt so.. romantic.

"I've never seen that movie." Gunwook innocently comments as he places his chopsticks down.

"Me either." Taerae sighs as an idea pops into your head.

"Oh they're having a special showing of it at the theater next week for it's anniversary! I wanted to go but I didn't think anyone would wanna come with." You pout before raising a brow. "Unless you guys wanna go?"

The two are quick to nod and it's not long before the others pile on and ask if they can tag along too. Gyuvin's pissed, why didn't you just ask him? Of course he would've went to the movie with you. He didn't care what you two did, he just liked spending time together.

Truth be told, you were going to ask Gyuvin. He was your first option, seeing as he's your best friend, but since he was acting weird, maybe it'd be best to hang out with some of the other guys. What was his deal anyways?

Ricky breaks you from your thoughts. "Oh I saw this necklace the other day with your birthstone, but I wanted to ask you before I bought it."

Gyuvin is seething.

"Ricky," You smile as you place your drink down, eyes never leaving his. You were well aware of his habit of dropping money on his friends. That necklace was definitely way out of your price range. "You don't need to buy me anything."

"I want to, it was pretty." He grins, awaiting Gyuvins reaction in his prerifrial vision.

You quirk your head to the side. "I'm sure it was."

"Just like you." Ricky continues as he sees his friend gritting his teeth in the seat across from him. Ricky knew what he was doing, but he was tired of seeing you two run around in circles with each other. He just wanted to just nudge you two in the right direction, or so help him.

Now, Gyuvin could handle everything else. The other boys were just being friendly, he knows they meant well. But his notably attractive supposed best friend directly flirting with you in front of him?

Yeah, that was a no go.

Everyone else at the table grew quiet, knowing Ricky was treading into dangerous territory. Sure, they were a little overbearing at times but even they knew of the unspoken rules pertaining to you. It was known that you were off-limits, a rule set specifically by Gyuvin.

Your face heats up slightly as you stammer for a response, "O-oh.. well.. I think.."

Gyuvin stands, making a commotion as he does so, the noise of his chair scraping the ground enough to call everyone's attention. He turns to you, "Can I talk to you outside?"

You look to Ricky and then back to Gyuvin, unsure of what you should do. But you ultimately know better, "Yeah."

You follow Gyuvin to the balcony, him shutting the curtains away from the prying eyes of his friends as he slid the door closed, at least he knows they can't hear him out here.

He holds the railing, pretending to be entertained as he watches the cars below pass. He doesn't know what to say.

You shift on your feet, waiting for him to speak. You knew when your friend was angry, you just didn't know why.

"Did I do something?" You break the silence.

Gyuvin can't hold it in anymore, he changes the subject. "What are we?"

Your brows furrow as you look taken aback. "What are you talking about? You say it all the time, we're friends."

His lips press into a thin line before he admits, "I don't think friends get jealous over their friend like I do."

"What?" You lean closer. "Jealous?"

"Yes," He maintains, like it was the simplest thing in the world. "I'm jealous seeing the boys crowd around you! Or Jiwoong taking all your attention with some stupid pictures on his phone! Or Hao being able to play your favorite song for you!"

You look down. "Gyuvin-"

"Please just listen," He breathes in, afraid of what you might say. "I did walk out to greet you today, but you looked so busy with them that I felt like you didn't even notice me missing."

You lay your hand over his, encompassing it as he holds the railing. "You know what I was thinking the entire time they were talking to me?"

He shakes his head, willing his hands not to tremble under your touch. "What?"

"I was wondering where you were." You reveal, averting your eyes. "You're my best friend Gyuvin, I'll always look for you."

There it is, that ugly feeling in his stomach again.

"And that's all I'll ever be?"

You're shocked. "What're you trying to say?"

He cuts you off from asking anything further as he blurts out information he hadn't even had time to process yet. "I think I like you."

You stand straighter, still unable to look him in the eye. "You do?"

"I don't want you to go to the movies with Taerae or Gunwook, I want you to go with me! I should be the one buying you gifts, not Ricky!" He raises his voice a little in frustration as he recalls earlier.

The immediate clarity washes over him as he realizes he's out of line. "I'm so stupid, I'm sorry. I know we're not exclusive and I have no right-"

You cut him off from his ramblings with a kiss, lips crashing into each other with an all too familiar feeling. Except this time, it's not just lust taking over, it's something different. And you don't want it to stop.

You run your hands through his hair and pull him closer, if that's even possible, and deepen the kiss. Gyuvin's beyond surprised because if there was one thing you didn't do — it was kiss.

He can recall all the times you would be fumbling with his shirt as you tried to pull it off, and he would try to catch your lips in his, only for you to abruptly pull back and refuse. Friends don't kiss, you had said.

He really hoped this meant what he thought it did.

You gently release him from the kiss, cheeks flushed as you point inside. "Not here, let's go to your room."

"We can't go inside, everyone will hear." He reminds you before teasing. "And you're never very quiet."

You roll your eyes as you snark, "Yeah well you aren't exactly a silent mouse either."

He laughs under his breath before it dawns on him. "My car?"

You snap your head towards him as you look unconvinced. He's about to suggest something else when you grab his hand while shrugging. "Your car it is."

You drag him inside, running past a table of prying and confusing eyes, who's calls for your names you ignore, and yank his keys off the hook. You two bolt out the front door, and could the elevator be any slower?

Finally, you reach his car and climb into the backseat.

You immediately pull him onto you, wanting to kiss him until you couldn't breathe anymore. He was making you dizzy, you needed him more than ever.

He felt the exact same way, revealing in you as he was content on just kissing. His body betrays him though, your clothed cunt laid directly beneath his dick now, and suddenly he's grinding with such vigor despite the fact that you had only just began.

You break the kiss before you whisper, “Do you have a condom?”

His eyes widen, "Y-yeah, in the center console."

You wait as he just stares at you, you'd be lying if you said it wasn't a little awkward. "Well I'm a little stuck here so-"

He snaps into it before digging through and retrieving one. "Right! Right.."

You smile a little at his antics, you were horribly whipped. Though he doesn't take his pants off immediately, instead opting to pocket the condom. He fumbles with his hands a little nervously, "Do you think I can eat you out first?"

"What?" You stammer. Sure, he had done it many times before, but he never been this nervous. There's something so whiny in his tone, like he needs it more than you do. So you oblige, "Alright."

He lights up at that. "Lean back."

You had never been eaten out this way before, usually Gyuvin was grabbing you to sit on his face, to which usually ended up in you teasing and grinding on it. 

But he has no qualms about it, as he dives right into laying his tongue against your heat. He teases for a bit, running it over your clit before you buck up your hips in protest. “Please Gyuvin, just make me feel good, no one can like you.” 

His pupils blow wide. "Fuck, yes baby."

Then he gets to work, tongue entering you as you swear you start to see stars. He doesn't let up, burying his face between your legs as he holds them down on either side of the small car seats.

He's leaving marks on your thighs from how hard he grips them as leverage. He's swirling his tongue around your swollen nub, taking in the taste of you.

You gasp out in pleasure, hips slightly bucking but your strength is nothing against Gyuvins. You're lost in pleasure, but you miss him though, you want to see your pretty boys face. You want him to kiss you again.

"Feels so good," You moan out, tears pricking your eyes.

"You taste even better." He mumbles against your clit. "Love that I get to have you like this, who is this for? Please just say it's for me."

You nod, before remembering he can't see you. "You! Haah- only you!"

He speeds up, slurping you with determination you had never seen before. You grab around, unable to really see due to teary eyes, and attempt to pull at his hair. "Wait, wait."

He lifts his head up, "What happened?"

"I-I wanna.. see you," You babble, "Wanna see you, Gyuvin."

His heart thumps at that, you wanted to look at him? He crawls towards your face as he pulls you into another sloppy kiss, mouths sliding in motion as you can taste yourself on him.

You can also feel his dick poking at your leg, begging to be freed from its constraints. So you lean your hand down and press on it, while he lets out a strained, "Oh - shit - feels so good."

He trembles at your touch, unconsciously bucking his hips into your leg. You tap him, "Can you take your pants off?"

He nods, almost humorous in the way he throws his bottoms off. You sit up as he does too, and push him back against the seat. He still has his underwear on, so you draw your finger around the waistband of it.

You rub him through the material, watching as his face contorts in pleasure and he lets out stagnant whines. He wants more, but above all, he wants to be good for you. "Please touch me, please use me."

You can't believe the words coming out of his mouth. Gyuvin was always more leaning on the soft dominant side, never had he begged for you like this so shamelessly.

He doesn't stop there, even after you slide your hand below. "I want you to fuck me so badly, I can be good for you! You won't need anyone but me- fuck - agh!"

You graze the tip with your thumb before you start pumping him slowly, his plush lips parting as he moans. You can feel your wetness gathering even more simply at the noises he lets out, and you know you need him just as bad as he needs you.

"You look so good like this," You admit, wanting to tease him a little. "So cute with my hand wrapped around your swollen fat dick."

"Please, don't talk like that," His face flushes as he whines at your vulgar choice of words.

"Why not?" You play innocent, fluttering your eyelashes.

He turns away in an attempt to hide his face, but you still hear what he says loud and clear. "I don't want to cum in my pants."

You smile, quirking your head the side. "What if I want you to?"

"Then I wouldn't be able to fuck you," He mumbles as he bites his lip, though he looks like he'd give into your wish if you kept asking.

You perk up at his eagerness. "So I can't put your dick in my mouth?"

His eyes widen in protest, "N-No!"

"Shh," You speak as you lean into his ear, hand still moving as you suppress a giggle at him getting so worked up. "Where's the condom?"

He stiffs up at that, looking around for his pants as you remove your hand. He hurriedly rips open the package once he pulls it out of his discarded jean's pockets, and fumbles with his hands as he slides it on.

You move to lay down on the seats, Gyuvin craning his neck as he hovers over you. His length prodding at your entrance before you knew it. His tip running over your folds in hesitance.

It was far from the first time you've both done this, but he felt ten times more nervous than he ever has. And maybe a bit more appreciative. He winces, "I can't believe I get to fuck you."

You look him in the eye, finding his statement a little amusing. "What?"

"You're just so pretty," He mutters, and he avoids your eyes. "I always get scared that one day you'll decide you think one my friends is hotter, and just decide to stop talking to me."

Your face turns soft as his sudden vulnerability, even if he was about to rearrange your guts. "Trust me, that never would've happened."

"Really?"

"I kissed you back there because I like you Gyuvin." You confirm, the moment feeling so warm despite your lack of clothes. "I never thought I'd be with anyone but you."

He doesn't respond as he slowly slides into you, trying his best not to rut into you. He was holding back a lot tonight, he wanted to show you how much he cared. You couldn't help but feel this was romantic as well, even if it was inside a cramped car.

His eyes can't help but drift down, watching as your walls sucked him in perfectly. He lets out a soft, shattered gasp as you clench him when he finally bottoms out. "Mmm, you always take me so well."

You cry out a little before slurring out his name like a mantra. "Gyuvin, move, please move, fuck - I need you to move."

He moves back a little before he thrusts into you, hands intertwining with yours as he starts to pound into you faster. You weep, lost in pleasure as his tip kisses your g-spot repeatedly.

He can't help but let his emotions in again, "I hate how they look at you. Want to tell them you're all mine but-"

"I'm yours!" You gasp, squeezing his hand as it becomes too much. He's fucking you so deep that you can feel him in your stomach, and you're sure the bulge is visible.

He stops in his tracks, and you're scared you said something wrong. Before you voice it, he cuts you off. "Say it again."

You breathe, confused almost before you realize. You look him in the eyes as you repeat it. "I'm yours."

"Shit," His face flushes as he looks down. "I just came."

"From that?!" You raise your brows, this was unlike him. Never has he came this fast, and the embarrassment was about to settle in.

You're so in love, you don't even care. "Well-"

You're unable to say anything else as he thrusts back into you, catching you off guard. He trembling as he continues, "W-want you to-"

You shake your head, unable to fathom how he's even still hard. His stutter tells you he's sensitive though. "I don't need to."

"But I need it," He whispers lowly. "Need you to cream on my cock."

You can barely process his words as you grab his hand in yours, "Show me how bad you need it."

Gyuvin almost dies from shock. He feels he must've died already with how you treat him so heavenly. So he doesn't stop, pushing himself to the point over overstimulation as he shakes. Nothing you say could stop him now, he was too far gone into you.

"Can't believe you decided to choose me," He rambles as your bodies meld together. "I don't deserve it."

You feel yourself start to tear up, unsure if its from your feelings or from the intense pounding you're getting. Your eyes well up nonetheless, "I'd choose you every time."

He cranes his head into the crook of your neck as his pace never falters, sighing as he kisses away your tears. "As your friend?"

You borderline laugh, sniffling as you do. "Don't be stupid, I don't think we were ever just friends."

He thrusts into you one final time before you're crying out from pleasure, your orgasm running over you. You intertwine your hand with his as you pull him closer. He whispers you through it, telling you an endless string of I-love-you's with baited breath.

Yeah, you two were not friends.

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Fiery Love

Warning !

Vox Akuma x Reader x Shu Yamino ; The use of Vox's 2.0 and 3.0 fit ; The use of Shu's 2.0 fit ; Mentions of Death ; Unestablished Polyamorous Relationship

← Part 2 ||

A/n !

Goofy ah moment

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Waking up upon hearing the sound of people chattering at the background, but you didn't dare to move as you focus on what's happening.

You heard a chuckle, and then you felt a hand brushed against your nape, making your body shiver. Soon the sensation disappeared, a familiar scent strikes your nose as you refuse to open your eyes to see.

It belongs to Vox's.

"Do not, touch." You heard, there's a slight growl as the demon said so. Earning a chuckle from someone, "Getting territorial I see" You then in an instant, your body is swept up from the futon. Making you instantly snap your eyes open, holding onto the person that decided to pick you up.

"They belong to us." A low voice grumbled as you recognize the owner of the voice, it was quite dark in the room. "Ohh, They belong to you~" Whoever that Shu and Vox's talking to, they're definitely putting more fuel into the fire that's for sure.

You heard a whisper, but you couldn't entirely catch on what the whisper was. What you heard is just Vox slightly argued with Shu, it seems like they've come into a disagreement.

"Are you sure this is a good idea, Shu?" "Do we have other choice? Those two will never let this one away" With a low grumble, you felt Vox loosen up his hold on you, you felt something slip into your palm. And before you could even process what happened, within a blink you've teleported away, with a purple pink fire surrounded you for one moment.

And the next you're in your room, "Huh??" You blinked as you tried to process what's happening. Wait, you looked around only to realize you are now back into your room. Left wondering, what happened to Shu and Vox? Who are they talking to?

. . .

Meanwhile at the otherside, Shu and Vox Facing their identical beings in front of them, the only difference are their colors.

Shu Hikarino, Box Tenshi.

Hikarino smirked at Shu, Box smiled gently at Vox's frown. They definitely do not get along well with each other, they're always at each other's neck whenever they see one another.

"That is not polite of you to take them away, no introductions either? Disappointed in you, Yamino." Hikarino barked, showing his disappointment towards the other. Making Shu quite irked but he manage to calm himself down, "They don't belong to you, both Vox and I have decided that they belong to us" Shu explained.

"Both of you? How about them? Do they agree on that?" Shu went silent, Vox who had been silent opened his mouth. "If they didn't agree, they wouldn't come over to the forest again and again like a fool." Shu glanced at Vox, he smiled slightly at him and let out a small chuckle.

"Hikarino, We're here not for this remember?" Box spat out as he faced the two, smiling gently. "We're here to tell you that, the village they're living in is going to be ambushed, possibly burnt down. I do hope you two know what to do." Box added, he turned around and stood next to Hikarino who is letting out a small laugh at Shu and Vox' shocked faces.

Box looked over his shoulder, smirking devilishly. "May you two stay safe." Then the two disappeared into the void, leaving the other two confused and dumbfounded.

"We have to save them all.

NOW!"

. . .

Good lord, when the two arrived, blood bath are greeting them, some villagers are seen running away for their lives but then their live is taken away just within a blink of an eye.

Women, Men, Children, Grandparents. They're all murdered and eaten by other yokais, Shu and Vox split ways as they tried to find survivors, once they found some, they knocked them out and erase their memories of seeing them, teleporting them away from the already ambushed village.

They manage to find some survivors, but they didn't find any sign of you anywhere. Shu and Vox meet up in the middle of the village, "Anything?" Vox asked. "Not even her presence could be found by your shikigamis??" Shu only shook his head as he frowned, the frustration can be seen in his eyes.

"Shu, try sending your shikigamis outside the village, and let's try to go back to the forest."

. . .

Before the ambush happened, you were trying to figure out what to do, where to go. Should you go back to the forest when it's blood moon? They said it's dangerous, but you couldn't help yourself but getting worried about them. Despite them not being humans themselves, but something about them gives you, unexpected comfort.

Your foot started moving without you realizing, you don't even know where you're going. You're running, as far as you could, and as soon as you stepped out from the village. You heard a loud scream behind you, but before you could turn around to see, a hand covered your eyes.

"Unsightly, someone like you don't deserve to see such mess." A voice echoed into your eardrum, making your body shiver. "Let's get you to safety now.." The figure who covered your eyes chuckled softly, you don't know what happened, but one thing for sure is that the screams and cries can no longer be heard.

"We're feeling generous today, so we won't do anything to you." The figure stepped away from you, revealing the identical people. You recognize their faces. But they also seem different, instead of Red and Purple, it's Blue and Green.

The two individuals stood in front of you, one smiling one smirking. "You look so lost, confused. That's cute. We're not them, though we do possess the same appearance." Shu's identical pointed out, he sighed softly as he shrugged. "They owe us for saving you" he added, his eyes then stared into yours.

"Too bad you're already taken" He pouted slightly before letting out a small laugh, "Perhaps we should find one faster next time" the other who had been quiet finally spoke.

"Well then, our job here is done, see you around.. little human." Shu's identical left first, leaving only bits of green fire, the other soon followed, leaving a icy blue smoke behind.

And now here you are just realizing that you have no idea where you are, or so you thought.

You turned to see a familiar house behind you, familiar surroundings. Those two took you to Shu and Vox's house, you're lucky enough they didn't do anything that will injure you.

Now that you're here, you stepped into the house looking for the two, only to find out that the house is bare of their presence. No one is home, you went to the room you're staying in and they're still on the same state.

You stood at the terrace, looking out at the sakura tree at the backyard. "Where are you guys..?" You asked yourself in a whisper, wondering where could the two be.

. . .

Shu and Vox wander back into the forest, hoping to see the human they're looking for. As the two continue their search, one of the shikigamis Shu sent out returned with a news saying that you are at their humble abode.

Now he is happy to receive the news, but then realization strikes him on how did she get there? There are literally so many yokais scattered around the forest, she could've either getting injured, or worse dead.

Unless,

"Vox, They're all the way at home." Shu informed the demon who had took a transformation so that no yokais dare to approach them, Vox's large figure stopped moving and growled at Shu. Silently telling him to continue what he said, "I am not sure on how they got there, but.. do you think?"

The two frowned, but they shook the suspicions away for now and marched forward to their house. To confirm if she's alive or not.

Once the two arrive, Vox have turned back to his normal size and the two goes around the house trying to find you. Once they see you at the backyard, still in one piece. Both of them internally sighed in relief.

"It is rather absurd to see you here in one piece after what happened." Shu announced his presence by saying so, he walked closer to your figure who had just turned around the moment you heard his voice. "Shu- Vox-" You called out their name. "Do tell how did you get here" Vox cuts into the case, not wasting any time.

"There's, your identical.. beings? They both look exactly like you, just different in colors..." You explained, quite unsure yourself on what to call them. Shu and Vox stared at each other after hearing your answer, "Did they do anything to you?" Shu genuinely sounded worried as he asked. You shook your head and you can see the two loosened up a bit, they've been quite tense huh.

"I believe, we owe those two this time huh, Vox?" Shu looked over his shoulder to see the demon looking at you, frowning. He sighed at Shu' statement, "Hate to admit, but it seems like it."

The two grew silent and then Shu looked back at you, the concern is still there, the worry are still in his eyes. "We apologize for our negligence, no, my negligence. Because if I were to think it through, you wouldn't have-" "Shu, it's okay, I know you mean well..." You cut him off, his eyes soften slightly as he looked like he's about to cry right at this moment. But before you could do anything about it Shu suddenly stood up and turned against you, "Apologies for my rudeness, give me a moment." Shu stepped away and now it's Vox's turn to approach you.

"Seems like we won't be letting you wander around freely from now on." You blinked confusedly at the Demon, then you remembered on the scream and cries you heard coming from your village. Hesitantly, you look at Vox and asked, "Um.. the village, my, hometown.. what happened to them?" The way Vox's eyes widen and then looked away in disappointment, the frustration in his eyes.

You can hear the stutter of his breath, "Ambushed." His reply is short, but your heart dropped when you heard his voice, shaking. "..Are you saying they're all.." You stopped, you looked at him. Then at Shu at the distance, the silence is so loud.

Shu and Vox no longer saying anything, leaving you hanging on what happened in the village, your hometown. Is everyone dead? Are they no longer here? A question appeared one after another, anxiety builds up at the thought of the people you've seen everyday are now, .. gone.

. . .

And it was true.

Everything is burned down, ruined, it reeks of blood as you step into the village that was used to be filled with laughter, and joy of each villagers. Now only leaving trail of blood followed with some houses have been burnt down by some yokais, you walked through the familiar path, companied with Shu and Vox behind you.

It took them a week to let you go out after this incident, and as you walk, you heard a chuckle at the distance. Then the figure who saved you last time appeared from a corner, "Well well, what a coincidence" Shu's identical smiled at you then his eyes went over at the two figures behind you.

"Hikarino." You heard a voice coming from behind you, it belongs to Shu. "Ha, ..Nice to see you too, Yamino." You turned slightly to see Shu and Vox's expression, and when you look back at this Shu's identical, called as, Hikarino? Are no longer alone, Vox's identical appeared out of nowhere by Hikarino' side smiling gently at you. "Nice to see you again little human."

. . .

You don't understand what exactly happened, but one thing for sure is that, Shu, Vox, Hikarino and Box. Does not get along well with each other, they're completely opposites of each other.

You stood between them as you tried to process what happened, but you don't understand what they're talking about at all. Leaving you confused and clueless, "Just tell us what is it that you want." Shu sounded slightly desperate as he look at Hikarino and Box.

"You know exactly what we want though, dear Yamino" Hikarino mocked and chuckled, "Sacrifice need to be made." Box added, smiling oh so innocently. "Your choice is simple, be it you sacrifice one to save others, or sacrifice others to save one."

Shu and Vox didn't say anything, and sacrifice? Who? You?? Even more questions appeared inside one's mind, "Give us some time." Shu said, Hikarino obliged and soon him and Box left the three of you all alone.

You look over at Shu and Vox, "Sacrifice..?" You repeated that one word that is repeated by Hikarino, Shu's jaw clenched as he tried to figure out what to do in this situation. "Let's, head back." Vox said, and the three of you made your journey back to the forest and back to the house. While you're all on your way, it was so, silent. Nobody's talking.

In the living room, the three of you sat down on the tatami floor, Vox is at the terrace. Meanwhile Shu and you are sitting across each other, in silence.

"Am I going to be okay?" You broke the silence, earning a scoff from the Demon, "You're going to be fine with us. Don't think too much about it." He added, you glanced over Shu who's looking at you apologetically. "Did I make you worry? Apologies.." You shook your hands in front of you, "I did, didn't I?" He chuckled softly,

"Don't worry, you're going to be safe with us. I promise."

©fakesimp . 2023

A/n !

Ohoo the ending, there's a few in mind. The next part probably would be the last part by the way !

Also, get this to 300 notes, for those who want to spam reblogs, your limit this time is just 25 reblogs !

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[parsnippety]

Cecilia

Sounds are powerful. That goes without saying- the most severe (?) sounds you'll find your average sentient species making are soft clicks/rumbles. Most languages developed through touch, or something like sign language. The species that can make noise don't have much control over their pitch. They don't need to. Others "hear" with specialized pads, designed to pick up the slightest vibration... (Don't ever touch them, you hear?) Anyway-

You know how the human voice can literally break glass? Yeah, so do the higher-ups in any organization that knows what they're doing. In the Rhusngi's Immigration fleet, crews are chosen through a complex AI system. Applications take Jovian aeons to process- But this ain't Rhusngi Immigration.

There's no one name for what we are. A bunch of idiots, taking random jobs here and there- wait, what? No, we're not- We just do deliveries! *unintelligible alien muttering* Sure, it can be dangerous, but we're not stupid. Our crews communicate, for Dsheng's sake.

I understand your concern- Ship 7 does have a more, er, potent blend of species... they balance each other out- The two humans? Hhhhhhharmless. *xe hisses, frustrated.*

｡.:*☆*: .｡:*.:*☆☆*

"Aaaaaalright, Bumblebees! Another day, another dollar! Everybody, up, up, up!"

Kit's voice crackled with enthusiasm and static. It reverberated through the black-and-yellow ship, signaling the start of another shift. Most of us had been on board for "decades"- that's what Faizan says, at least. We've gotten used to each other by now, what with all of us being so... different.

It's been a few months since we picked up Kit and, erm... There have been some difficulties, sure, but yeah. It's made us closer, if anything. -Besides, now it's even. Seventh ship, seven crew members! Faizan chimes in, startling the mantis-like being. She promptly donks him upside the head with one blade-like arm.

He chuckles, then looks her in the eye- or tries to. "We just got some new cargo. Needs scanning." He holds a small device up to his mouth and speaks into it, making a series of clicks. He presses a button, adding- "Kit, you too- be at the loading deck in 5."

☆☆

Pretty soon, most of the crew joined Needih (insectoid), Faizan (human), and the new cargo. Kit (also human) was late- as per usual. But eh, she's on time when it really matters...

The cargo wasn't particularly large today, nor moving- thank God. "...And it's our turn to scan it in, got it?" Faizan lectured the younger human as he carried a box across the room. The two got to work, moving packages from the hatch as the rest of the crew chattered away.

Kit laughed when he stopped talking-

"You know you're breaking my heart..."

Faizan stopped in his tracks, a smirk on his face.

"You're shaking my confidence, daily." He replied.

--Here's a link for y'all--

He didn't know what he expected- The song was old. Really old. And Kit had never even set foot on Earth...

Kit started tapping the side of the box and stomped to a rhythm Faizan hadn't heard in forever-

"...'Celia... you're breaking my heart..."

Faizan's eyes lit up. Of course Kit sang the higher part, and of course he knew the lower one.

"You're shaking my confidence daily!"

Needih was in awe. She felt her shell shake with the vibration- it was impossible to describe. Sometimes, on her home planet, wilder sounds would align- but that was incredibly rare. Almost mythical. The crew all "heard" in different ways. We're lucky 'cause they're similar enough to communicate...

"... I'm beggin' you please to come home!"

Jaws dropped. Scrounge and Sdaer put down their drinks, eyes wide. Scrounge let out a deep rumble and tilted his ursine head. Faizan rolled his eyes and kept singing- the crew had never seen him like this...

The two humans sang like nobody else was in the room. They felt a sense of belonging, of harmony, like nothing else in the universe.

For the first time in years, Faizan dropped the package. He and Kit tapped out a beat on every available surface- the walls, the floor, even the boxes. And they laughed. It scared the hell out of the rest of the crew, who were too stunned to do anything but stare.

Goodness knows how Kit was able to sense Faizan's movements before they happened- and vice versa. Sure, they both missed a beat here and there but what did you expect? They're only human.

"Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up!" He exclaimed, conveniently skipping to the good part. Kit grinned.

☆☆

"God, I haven't sang in years..." Faizan paused and looked around the room. The crew was just. In shock.

"To, skh..." Sdaer struggled with the English. "To quote you, what the fUCK was THAT?"

"That was harmony." Kit said with a smile. And the humans just? Got back to work? Kit hummed softly, and Faizan smiled (without baring his teeth, to be polite- as if he and the newbie didn't just break goodness-knows-how-many-galaxies' regulations).

"How do you know Simon & Garfunkel, anyway?" the captain asked.

Kit looked down at the box they were holding. "...Does it matter?"

"No. No, it doesn't."

#humans are space australians #humans are weird #humans are space orcs #humans and aliens #short story #i'm gonna make a whole series out of this... maybe #just you wait #if this has been done before lmk pls #found family #what should i call this? #to be continued

[mybutcheredtongue]

I'll Love You 'til the Grass Around My Gravestone is Deceased

post azkaban sirius black x fem!reader

CHAPTER FOURTEEN (see full series list here)

1993

"Excuse me — sorry — just coming through..." you squeeze past the throes of people, trying to make your way to your seats with McGonagall. "Bloody hell."

You're starting to get quite agitated, though you're still brimming with excitement at the match ahead. McGonagall mutters something under her breath, gesturing subtly to your left. You follow her hand and groan.

There's Cornelius Fudge, and he's just after catching sight of the pair of you.

"Professors!"

Beside him, is a wizard you don't recognise, Mr Weasley, Ron, Harry, and Hermione. You smile widely at them, trying your best to ignore the fool beside them.

"Hello!" you say cheerfully, as yourself and McGonagall make your way over.

"Wonderful to see you as always, Minerva!" Fudge booms happily. He then gives you a weak, forced smile, and says, "And...you, too, of course."

"The pleasure's all mine, Minister," you say blankly.

He begins to chatter away with McGonagall and you can't help but notice the subtle annoyance in her expression. You turn to the kids and Mr Weasley, holding out your hand.

"Mr Weasley, right? It's wonderful to meet you — I teach your children Astronomy at Hogwarts."

Mr Weasley, a red-headed man just like the rest of his family, beams at you, excitedly shaking your hand.

"Ah, yes — I have heard plenty about you! You are here for the match as well?"

You grin. "Of course! Fingers crossed for an Ireland win!"

"Have you ever been to a World Cup, Professor?" Hermione asks you.

You nod. "Oh, yes. Quite a few, actually! Sirius used to — "

You pause.

"Seriously used to love it."

You exchange a glance with Harry, who gives you a small smile, and you return it.

"...ah, and here's Lucius now!" You catch the ends of Fudge's words and fail to hide your grimace.

Edging along the seats is a sour-looking man with disgustingly bleached hair, followed by his equally sour-looking son and his wife.

Lucius, Draco, and Narcissa Malfoy.

Narcissa, who's technically your...cousin-in-law?

"Ah, Fudge," says Lucius, holding out his hand for him to shake. "How are you? I don't think you've met my wife, Narcissa? Or our son, Draco?"

"How do you do? How do you?" says Fudge, smiling and bowing to Narcissa. "And allow me to introduce you to Mr Oblonsk — Mr Obalonsk — Mr — well, he's Bulgarian Minister for Magic, and he can't understand a word I'm saying anyway, so never mind. Let's see, who else — well, the professors teach your son, I'm sure — I daresay you know Arthur Weasley?"

Mr Weasley and Lucius look at each other, tension in the air. Lucius' nostrils flare as he looks Mr Weasley up and down derisively.

"Good Lord, Arthur," he says softly. "What did you have to sell to get seats in the Top Box? Surely your house wouldn't have fetched this much?"

You bristle, but Fudge, who conveniently wasn't listening, says, "Lucius has just given a very generous contribution to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, Arthur. He's here as my guest."

"Trying to save a spot for when you go barmy, are you, Lucius?" you say with a sweet smile. "Or...has that process already started?"

His sour face turns to you, looking down his nose at you. "I would watch my tongue if I were you. I'm sure there's no lack of teachers for Hogwarts."

Ah, Lucius Malfoy. Always threatening my job, the sweetheart.

"Now, now, there's no need for heated words..." Fudge intervenes and you throw on a bright, charming smile.

"Not to worry, Minister! Why, myself and Lucius are old chums from school, aren't we? We're only bantering."

Lucius fails to hide his disgust. "Yes, old...chums."

"Well, isn't that just wonderful? And I'm sure you're close considering your...marital ties!" Fudge says awkwardly, eyeing you warily.

You sigh. "What an astute observation, Cornelius."

"We better get to our seats," Lucius sneers, and Narcissa and Draco follow behind them. Narcissa gives you and almost imperceptible nod and you glance at McGonagall from the corner of your eye.

She pulls out your tickets, glancing down at the seat numbers again.

"Looks like we've still got a ways to go," she says and you nod, smiling at your students and Mr Weasley.

"Alright, enjoy yourselves!" You say cheerfully.

They all say their goodbyes and the two of you set off again, finally reaching your seats among the crowd.

It's a good thing you found it too, because as soon as you sit into your seats, Ludo Bagman's voice suddenly booms over the excited chatter. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN...WELCOME TO THE FINAL OF THE FOUR-HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SECOND QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP!"

Everyone screams and claps and you share an excited grin with McGonagall. The scoreboard lights up to show: IRELAND: 0, BULGARIA: 0.

"AND NOW, WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE...THE BULGARIAN NATIONAL TEAM MASCOTS!"

"I've read about these," McGonagall says beside you, flicking open her programme. You glance over at it, before returning your eyes to the pitch.

A stream of beautiful women emerge, dancing elegantly around the pitch. You watch as they dance and twirl and spin, all to the delight of the crowd, particularly the men. They're practically drooling.

Beside you, a woman is angrily tapping her heel while her husband ogles the dancing Veela, entranced.

The Veela dance faster and faster, spinning and twirling, their hair flowing in the air behind them. Another man not far from you looks like he's about to jump into the stadium from his high seat.

Then they stop.

Everyone around you seems to be rather dazed and confused. Angry yells and shouts rise from the stadium. The crowd didn't want the Veela to go.

You begin to wonder whether the Veela is really ethical, considering the amount of men you can see taking off their shamrock hats and Irish flags. You pull the flag tighter around your body, like a blanket.

"AND NOW," Ludo Bagman roars, "KINDLY PUT YOUR WANDS IN THE AIR...FOR THE IRISH NATIONAL TEAM MASCOTS!"

You grin excitedly, clapping furiously as a steady beat starts from a group of men holding bodhráns at the Irish corner of the pitch. Two large spheres of light appear in the air, gleaming and shining. They spin rapidly towards opposite goalposts, before a rainbow appears and moves in an arc to connect the two dots of light. They rise to form a large, glittering green shamrock, and the crowd begins to cry out in delight as what looks like gold coins begins to rain down from it.

You cry out when a few coins painfully hit against your head, colliding with the soft skin. You rub the sore areas, scowling. You glance at McGonagall, checking if she's had the same problem, to find she has conjured up an umbrella for herself and is holding it above her head, deflecting the lethal coins. She looks very unimpressed.

Everyone around you is in bits, gleefully gathering up the shiny gold objects. One woman in front of you is stretching her shirt and making it into some sort of makeshift basket, collecting the coins there. A few fall into your lap and you pick one up, bringing it closer to your eye to inspect it. It's clearly fake — it doesn't have the same indentations as a regular galleon. There are going to be some very disappointed spectators here later.

Then, to your delight, a line of Irish dancers spill onto the pitch, their feet a flurry of movement beneath them, all in perfect sync. They dance and spin and twirl and kick high, spinning around the field before settling finally as the bodhráns stop and they return to the side of the field, sitting to watch the match.

"AND NOW, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, KINDLY WELCOME THE BULGARIAN NATIONAL QUIDDITCH TEAM! I GIVE YOU — DIMITROV!"

A scarlet figure on a broomstick darts out onto the field at an incredible speed, to the raucous applause of the Bulgarian supporters.

"IVANOVA! ZOGRAF! LEVSKI! VULCHANOV! Volkov! AAAAAAND — KRUM!"

The scarlet players zip around the field, raising their arms triumphantly to the crowd of white, green and red Bulgarian flags.

"AND NOW, PLEASE GREET THE IRISH NATIONAL QUIDDITCH TEAM!" yells Bagman. "PRESENTING...CONNOLLY! RYAN! TROY! MULLET! MORAN! QUIGLEY! AAAAAAND — LYNCH!"

Seven green blurs zip out onto the field and you cheer as loud as you can, waving your flag in the air. Excitement has properly settled over you now at the prospect of the good Quidditch game ahead.

"AND HERE, ALL THE WAY FROM EGYPT, OUR REFEREE, ACCLAIMED CHAIRWIZARD OF THE INTERNATIONAL ASSOCIATION OF QUIDDITCH, HASSAN MOSTAFA!"

A small, skinny wizard, completely bald with a moustache, wearing robes of gold strides out onto the pitch. He's carrying a large wooden crate under one arm, and his broomstick under the other. He mounts his broomstick and kicks the crate open — four balls burst into the air; the Quaffle, the two dark Bludgers and the miniscule, winged Golden Snitch. He lets out a sharp blast from his whistle, and fires into the air after the balls.

"THEY'RE OFF!" screams Bagman. "AND IT'S MULLET! TROY! MORAN! DIMITROV! BACK TO MULLET! TROY! LEVSKI! MORAN!"

The speed of the players is unbelievable — they zip around the field, throwing the Quaffle with such speed you'd think they were playing hot potato. Actually, that reminds you of a time when the lads decided to play a game of hot potato — with an actual hot potato. James had launched it at Sirius' face and you had spent the evening running his cheek under cold water, which resulted in a very put-out wet dog.

♡*⁠。♡*⁠。

1976

"Love, I'm sure we've been here long enough — "

"Fifteen minutes, Sirius! Fifteen. You should count yourself lucky I'm even doing this considering how stupid you have to be to even play that in the first place — "

"Come on, it was just a bit of fun — "

You point the tap at his mouth for a second and he blubbers dramatically.

"Not so fun now, huh?"

♡*⁠。♡*⁠。

1993

"TROY SCORES!" roars Bagman, and you're plucked out of your memory to let out a loud cheer in delight. McGonagall jumps in her seat, just as happy, clapping her hands rapidly. "TEN-ZERO TO IRELAND!"

Troy does a lap of honour around the field and you gleefully hoist your flag in the air, waving it enthusiastically. Across the field, the Irish dancers cast glittering green shamrocks above each of their heads with their wands.

Within ten minutes, the Irish team have scored twice more. Volkov and Vulchanov, the Bulgarian Beaters, are whacking the Bludgers as hard as possible at the Irish Chasers, forcing them to abandon some of their best moves and formations. Ivanova manages to break through Ireland's ranks and score Bulgaria's first goal.

The Veela start to dance again as a celebration, and you wait impatiently for them to stop their enchantment and for the game to resume.

"DIMITROV! LEVSKI! DIMITROV! IVANOVA — OH, I SAY!" roars Bagman.

The crowd lets out a collective gasp as both Seekers, Krum and Lynch, plummet through the centre of the Chasers, splitting them. They're neck and neck, speeding faster and faster towards the ground —

At the last second, Krum pulls up sharply and spirals off. Lynch, however, hits the ground with a dull thud that can be heard throughout the stadium. A groan is heard from the Irish supporters.

"What an excellent feint!" McGonagall comments, in awe. "Pity Lynch didn't realise."

You hum in agreement. "One of the oldest tricks in the book!"

"IT'S TIME-OUT!" yells Bagman. "AS TRAINED MEDIWIZARDS HURRY ONTO THE FIELD TO EXAMINE AIDAN LYNCH!"

The wizards hurry out onto the field, carrying medical bags with them. They sit Lynch up, giving him cups of potion to revive him. He finally gets up, much to the delight of the Irish supporters, and returns to the air on his broomstick.

Fifteen minutes of rapid playing, Ireland pulls ahead by ten more goals. You blink, missing an altercation between the two teams, causing Mostafa to give a sharp, shrill blow of his whistle.

"AND MOSTAFA TAKES THE BULGARIAN KEEPER TO TASK FOR COBBING — EXCESSIVE USE OF ELBOWS!" Bagman informs. "AND — YES, IT'S A PENALTY TO IRELAND!"

The Veela leap to their feet, tossing their hair angrily, and start to dance again. You watch as Mostafa has landed right in front of the dancing women, and is acting very odd. He's flexing his muscles and smoothing his mustache excitedly.

You can't help but laugh, watching as he winks at the Veela, though he's unable to wink with one eye so he just...blinks at them.

"NOW, WE CAN'T HAVE THAT!" says Bagman, though he sounds very amused. "SOMEBODY SLAP THE REFEREE!"

A mediwizard streaks across the field, his fingers in his ears, and delivers a harsh kick to Mostafa's shins. He seems to snap out of his daze and starts to yell furiously at the Veela.

"AND UNLESS I'M MUCH MISTAKEN, MOSTAFA IS ACTUALLY ATTEMPTING TO SEND OF THE BULGARIAN MASCOTS!" Bagman cries. "NOW, THERE'S SOMETHING WE HAVEN'T SEEN BEFORE...THIS COULD TURN NASTY..."

It does: members of the Bulgarian team land beside Mostafa, furiously arguing with the referee. You see them point accusingly at the Irish side, whose bodhrán-wielding musicians have enchanted the covers to spell out "HA HA HA". Mostafa doesn't appear impressed, however, and is jabbing his finger in the air frantically, as if to tell the players to get back in the air.

"TWO PENALTIES FOR IRELAND!" yells Bagman and the Bulgarian crowd yells in anger. "AND VOLKOV AND VULCHANOV HAD BETTER GET BACK ON THOSE BROOMS, YES...THERE THEY GO...AND TROY TAKES THE QUAFFLE..."

The play just gets more and more ferocious.

"FOUL!"

"FOUL!"

You watch as, enraged, the Veela burst from their position and appear to be throwing handfuls of fire at the Irish mascots. Their faces are elongating into sharp, cruel-beaked bird heads and long, scaly wings are bursting forth from their shoulders.

"Oh, Merlin!" McGonagall exclaims.

Ministry wizards flood onto the field to separate the fighting Veela and the Irish mascots but with little success.

"LEVSKI — DIMITROV — MORAN — TROY — MULLET — IVANOVA — MORAN AGAIN — MORAN SCORES!"

The Irish cheers are barely heard over the chaos below, blasts are now coming from both the Veela and the Ministry wizards. Quigley launches a Bludger hard at Viktor Krum's face, seeming to break his nose. Blood gushes from his nose but Mostafa barely notices, too occupied with the furious Veela and the end of his broomstick which has now caught alight from one of their fireballs.

Then, you spot Lynch zipping through the air, seemingly in pursuit of something — the Snitch! But it's not long before Krum notices and takes after him at such a tremendous speed you can barely keep up. They hurtle towards the ground once more and you hope and pray that this isn't another feint from Krum and that Lynch'll pull up in time...but your prayers go unanswered and Lynch barrels into ground once more. You groan, watching as Krum lifts up, simultaneously raising his right hand, which was bunched tightly around the Golden Snitch.

The scoreboard flashes brightly, showing: IRELAND: 170, BULGARIA: 160.

The crowd erupts into incredible cheers and screams and you grin, raising your arms high in triumph.

"IRELAND WINS!" Bagman shouts. "KRUM GETS THE SNITCH — BUT IRELAND WINS — good Godric, I don't think any of us were expecting that!"

The Irish teams lands and dance gleefully around their mascots, as their dancers spin and twirl, throwing green and gold confetti around them. Flags are waved all around the stadium, the Irish national anthem blaring from all sides.

"AND, AS THE IRISH TEAM PERFORMS A LAP OF HONOUR, THE QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP ITSELF IS BROUGHT INTO THE TOP BOX!" Bagman roars.

You turn to the scoreboard, which has now taken on the form of the top box to allow everyone to see inside. The large, gleaming, gold cup is handed to Cornelius Fudge.

"LET'S HAVE A REALLY LOUD HAND FOR THE GALLANT LOSERS — BULGARIA!" Bagman bellows.

You clap your hands, joining the crowd in polite applause, as a very dejected Bulgarian team files into the box. Bagman calls out each of their names and they all shake hands with their own minister and then Fudge. Krum is nursing two black eyes on his bloody face, lumbering towards the two ministers. The crowd erupts into an ear-splitting roar when his name is called out.

Then comes the Irish team: Lynch is being held up by Moran and Connolly; the second crash seems to have rendered him much more dazed and confused. He grins happily as Troy and Quigley raise the Cup into the air and the crowd thunders its approval.

The team leaves the box, doing a victory lap around the stadium, and you gather up your things and stand.

"What a great match!" McGonagall exclaims. "Well worth the trip!"

You grin in agreement, and the two of you leave the stadium along with the crowd. High-spirited singing carries through the air, the Irish supporters rife with merriment and celebration as the two of your return to your campsite. A campsite next to yours has lit their fire again, and someone has produced a fiddle while the rest dance jovially. You grin, grabbing McGonagall's hand and pulling her towards the festivities. She seems reluctant, giving you a bit of a surprised expression, before she joins you in dancing around the fire mirthfully. You swap partners with another man and she fails to conceal her laughter as he twirls her around gleefully.

You find yourself with a woman, a long braid falling from her head to her ankles, who leads you in a jig around the fire. Finally, when yourself and McGonagall have tuckered out, you bid your goodbyes to the lively strangers and return to your tent.

McGonagall sits down at the little table, sighing contentedly.

"Tea, Minnie?" you ask, setting the teapot down on the table and grabbing your cup, pausing to ask her the question. You're a bit wary of calling her that, but your mood is so light that you find yourself not worrying about it.

"Please," she replies. She lets out a small, surprised chuckle and says, "Minnie."

"Has no one ever called you that?" You place a cup in front of her and sit down, opening the latch on the pot and prodding the teabags with a spoon.

"Only my husband, and my mother," she answers. "It has been quite a while since I've heard it."

"I'm sorry if I overstepped," you say sheepishly. "I won't call you that."

She doesn't answer you, eyes focused on the flame of the candle between you. Then she meets your eyes, a small smile playing on her lips, "No, do. We're friends, aren't we?"

You positively beam at her, honoured at the privilege she's just given you. You don't say anything in response, for fear of getting that privileged revoked.

After a while, you pour the tea out from the pot, grabbing milk from the tent's fridge and placing it on the table as well.

"Thank you for bringing me along, by the way," you say.

She smiles, waving you off. "Thank you for coming. I would have been very bored without you. And — though Bagman is a fine commentator, I think you would have been the better choice."

You chuckle, shaking your head. "I'm honoured you think that but...probably not."

"Do you ever miss it?"

"What, commentating? Yeah, I guess. It was pretty fun — "

"School. Do you miss it?"

You shrug. "I go back every year."

She sighs, giving you a knowing look. "Do you miss the time when you attended school?"

Miss it? Of course you miss it. That's like asking a prisoner 'do you miss the time before your imprisonment?'

"All the time," you reply softly. "It was the best time of my life."

There's a brief silence, before Minnie says, "I never thought you were mad, by the way. I know many make you out to be, but I've never thought it. When I look at you, I see an incredibly strong woman — perhaps a bit stubborn — but nonetheless an extremely intelligent woman, a woman well-worth listening to — and I fear you haven't been listened to enough in your life."

You don't even know what to say, you were not expecting that. You can't find the words at all, so you just look dumbly back at her and open and close your mouth repeatedly.

"I...I don't know what to say. You're amazing."

She chuckles, seemingly taken-aback, and just smiles again before setting down her empty cup and standing.

"Time for bed, I think. Goodnight."

You smile, sipping the last of your tea. "Goodnight, Minnie."

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[buckys-black-dress]

heaven won't be the same

a/n: hello!!!!! i know it's been, like, a really really long time since i've written for you guys. depression + nursing school = even worse depression. anyways, here's something that i wrote to just kinda get me back into the groove of writing. enjoy!

wc: 5.7k words

warnings: NONE. she's chill today.

[ bucky barnes x nurse!fem!reader ]

-

Is this is the right place?

Looks like it. Just knock. What's the worst that could happen?

Your hand lifts, albeit hesitantly, and raps against the wooden door.

You wait a moment before you hear shuffling on the other side, and then the lock turning and the door opens.

The blond who opens it stares at you, searching for some sort of recognition in your eyes, but comes up a bit short.

"Can I help you?" He asks slowly, clearly confused.

"Hi, I'm Y/N. I can't remember which one of you I spoke with, I think his name was Sam. But I'm here to look at the room you guys are renting?" You ask gently, maybe you were in the wrong place.

"Oh! You're Y/N! Yes, yeah, I know who you are, come in." Recognition dawns on the blue-eyed boy's face. "By the way, I'm Steve. I don't know how much Sam has told you about us but I wasn't expecting a girl to want to live with three guys." He chuckles and you return the laugh.

"Yeah, I mean I was a bit hesitant at first because I thought I'd get murdered by you guys or something, but Sam made it very clear that you're all very nice people and won't watch me while I sleep." You reply with a small smile.

Steve looks at you in silence.

"Just kidding!" You let out a laugh. "But my mom was a bit worried about me living with three men, but I convinced her nothing bad was going to happen. I hope."

"Hey, seriously though, we wouldn't want to make you feel unsafe. I know being a woman in this day and age in New York can be... less than pleasant. We're big on respect here at 6A." He flashes you a smile that for sure has made a girl weak in the knees before.

"Thanks, Steve. I appreciate that. I mean I know you guys probably weren't expecting a girl as your fourth roommate, so I'm just happy to find space where I can."

"I mean, hey, it's not what we were expecting, but we're not picky people." Steve shrugs. "Wanna take a look at your room? Then we can go from there and get your stuff moved in."

"Sure, sounds great!"

He leads you down the hallway and opens a door, revealing the room you saw on the listing.

After chattering about the room and how they were excited to have you live with them, he takes you back to main living area to wrap up any other loose ends.

"Alright, so like I said we do have two bathrooms so you might have to share with Bucky, since his room is also on that side of the apartment but that shouldn't be a problem. And also, I can help move in your things if you don't wanna go through the hassle of getting moving guys and all that."

"Oh, you don't have to do that for me, I don't mind at all-"

"Hey, no worries, I'm happy to help." Steve smiles and you nod in response.

"Thanks. I didn't know I'd be getting such a deal moving in with you guys." You laugh.

"I'm just happy to help. I'm sure Sam and Buck can also help since they'll be around later tonight."

-

And so it began.

All of your boxes were in the rented U-Haul at the front of your new home. You text Steve to let him know you're downstairs, and a feeling sits in your gut.

You were nervous to live with three random stranger men. Granted, Sam and Steve were both so nice, and you really are getting a great deal with this apartment, being so close to your work and all.

"Hey Y/N! Let's get this show on the road." Steve comes outside, guns blazing, (literally, have you seen his biceps?), and ready to work.

It only takes an hour or so to get all your things inside, and Sam was waiting inside to take things directly to your new room. Although you still haven't met Bucky, you knew it couldn't be too bad. Steve and Sam were angels.

-

The first time you met Bucky was when he returned from his shift. He worked as a bartender. He had odd hours and often didn't come back until 3 AM most nights that he worked.

Hence, the reason why he was confused when he saw you in the kitchen in the middle of the night.

"Hey... who are you?" He asked, dropping his keys into the bowl next to the door.

"Oh!" Your head whipped around at the sound of the door shutting "Steve mentioned that you worked weird hours. I'm Y/N." You extend your hand to him. "I'm the new roommate. I hope they told you about me." You huff out a laugh, hoping he wouldn't be completely weirded out by you.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry, I totally missed that you were moving in today. Don't worry, they did mention you." He returned your smile while shaking your hand.

His large, callused hand engulfing yours made your heart pound in your chest. Jesus. Are all the guys who live here male models? What the hell?

"Well, it was really nice meeting you, Y/N. I'm gonna head to bed, work totally got me shot. I'll see you in the morning?"

"Yeah, yes. I'm usually out the door by 6:30 by the latest, so I'll catch you if you're up." You smile.

"6:30 in the morning? Yeah, no chance I'll see you then but you'll catch me before my shift. I forgot, Sam did mention you were a nurse."

"For sure, I also have the next day off so that'll probably be a bit more realistic."

"How about we go get breakfast that day? On me, consider it a welcome-to-the-apartment gift from me." Bucky's grin spreads across his face, and you can't help notice just how handsome he is.

"Deal, Bucky. Good night."

-

After you both got over the initial awkwardness, you and Bucky became the most unlikely pair. Sharing a bathroom was breeze, your schedules aligned perfectly some days, meaning that the two of you spent most of your free time together.

It was a strange feeling. You loved becoming friends with Bucky. He was so easy to talk to, and understood you better than most others. It was so natural and easy with him, like you'd known him forever.

But another part of you was falling for him, and you knew it. You chose to ignore it, deciding that it was silly and that you just liked him as a friend. A best friend, perhaps.

At times, he did little things that made you think otherwise, though.

The cuddling during movie nights. The 'I got this for you because it made me think of you's. It was something that ate at you daily.

You two practically did everything together. In a way, it was like being in a relationship, but with no pressure. No expectations. Just two people, hanging out and being there for the other. It meant nothing (but everything, at the same time.)

He was always there for you. After a hard shift, you came home and sat quietly while you talked about whatever it was that bothered you. And after his shifts at the bar, he did the same.

It was almost too easy, the way you two could fall into a rhythms so easily. It was so nice to have someone to have around after moving into a new place. You two clicked effortlessly, it seemed.

And of course, they don't call it falling in love for nothing.

-

Tonight, you had a night shift, which meant you went to bed all day until about 4 PM and then proceeded to get ready for your evening at the hospital.

You were in the bathroom washing your face and braiding your hair back, then pulling on your under-scrub top.

The door creaks open, revealing a smiling Bucky.

He's dressed head to toe in black; a tight t-shirt that looks like it's a size too small, black jeans, black leather boots, and finally, a leather jacket thrown over his arm.

"I hate when you have the night shift. I'm so lonely during the day, and of course you have it on my one night off." He whines, and you shoot him a look through the mirror.

"Well, I wouldn't have taken the night shift but they were offering extra pay since no one wanted to cover. Sorry, honey." You turn around and pat his chest to move him out of the doorway, an exaggerated pout on your face.

Fuck me, those eyes, Bucky thinks to himself at the gesture.

Your touch sent a flutter of butterflies against his stomach, making him move out of your way so you could pull on your socks and gather your things into your bag.

"Where are you all dressed up for on your night off then?" You ask out loud while stuffing your arms through your fleece jacket.

"I- uh, funny story, actually." He laughs out a cough, "I have a date." He presses his lips together.

"Oh. A date." You stop what you were doing, back turned to him.

You can feel his eyes burning through the back of your head, but you can't turn to face him right now. Snapping out your thoughts, you continue gathering your things.

"Yeah, this girl at the bar, she works as a waitress actually. She asked for my number, and well one thing led to another and-"

"You don't have to explain yourself to me, Buck. I'm happy for you. Have a great date, I have to run. Good luck." You muster the best smile you can in that moment and practically run out of your room.

"Wait, are you okay?" He asks in a rush, following close behind you.

"Of course I'm okay, why wouldn't I be? I have to get to work." You were almost an hour early. You stop to fill your water bottle from the fridge and make your escape. "I'll see you tomorrow!" You yell from the hallway before the door shuts, the slam resounding through the emptiness.

The moment of silence in the elevator gets you lost in your thoughts for a minute.

A date.

With a girl who works at the bar.

You don't know why this is hurting your chest so terribly. The thought of Bucky, your closest friend, going on a date, tugs at something.

Whatever happens, you know you can't say anything. It's not your place. You just have to let it run its course, whether it goes in a good direction or not. You have to just do your best to be happy for Bucky.

-

Meanwhile, back at the apartment;

"Did Y/N leave for work already?" Steve asks, coming out of his room.

"Yeah, she basically ran out even though her shift isn't til seven." Bucky's brows are furrowed, still standing in the middle of the kitchen thinking about how you practically raced to get away from him.

"Why'd she leave so early?" Steve asks in confusion, eyes flashing to the oven, seeing the digital clock flashing 5:56 PM. "It only takes her like 20 minutes to get there."

While discussing, Sam pops out of his own bedroom, listening in on the conversation between the two.

"I don't know, we were just talking about plans tonight and she got really weird, all of a sudden. She grabbed all her stuff for her shift and just bolted." Bucky was incredibly confused, and it was clear in his tone and facial expression.

He looked like a lost puppy.

"So what are you doing tonight?" Sam asks, wondering what was bothering you. Maybe it was something Bucky said?

"I was just hanging out in her room while she was getting ready, and then she asked what I was dressed for and I told her about that girl, Christina, the one from the bar that asked for my number and asked to go on a date. Then she basically ran." Bucky shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know what even happened, she even said I 'don't have to explain myself to her,' and that she had to leave."

Steve and Sam shoot a look between each other, the latter breathing out a deep sigh.

"What? What's that sigh?" Bucky asks.

"Nothing, Buck. Have you thought that maybe the date was what was bothering her? You two spend a lot of time together, and maybe she feels a little... blindsided by this date." Steve reasons.

"What? Why would she feel blindsided? I tell her everything. She tells me everything. That's just how we are." Bucky responds with a shake of the head, hands flailing in the air.

"But what about her? Does she tell you about the dates she goes on?" Sam asks, and Bucky's brows furrow.

"What dates? She goes on dates? With who?"

Another look shared between Steve and Sam.

"See, maybe she doesn't go on dates. I really don't know. But that reaction is why she felt hurt by you telling her about you going on a date." Steve explains.

Bucky's lost.

"She has feelings for you, Buck. She has feelings and she's hurt that you're going on a date because she never goes on dates, and now she's realizing that she's going to get left behind in the dust when you meet another girl." Sam supplies.

Now Bucky's even more lost.

"But... why wouldn't she tell me she has feelings for me? She's never even indicated that there was anything she felt for me more than friends do." He explains, now wracking his brain for every single interaction you two have had.

"Listen... we don't know what goes on when you guys are alone. But what I do know is that you guys spend a lot of time together, and I think you guys both have some... unspoken feelings for each other."

Bucky stands there, contemplating what this meant. What was he saying? That he should come clean to you about his feelings for you? That going on this date tonight would be a mistake?

Fuck, the date.

"Listen, I gotta go. My date's expecting me." Bucky quickly dismisses the entire conversation, putting him arms through the arms of his leather jacket before heading out the door.

Another sigh was shared between the two men left behind in the apartment.

-

There were pros and cons to working the night shift.

Pros included that it was calm, most of the time. Nights meant time to catch up on charting and paperwork while patients slept, checking in on them when needed.

Cons included the fact that one of the major thoughts blaring in your mind was 'WHILE YOU'RE SITTING HERE MEASURING THIS PATIENT'S OUTPUT, BUCKY IS ON A DATE WITH A SUPER HOT GIRL FROM HIS WORK!!!'

It sucked.

You wished you could shut it off. Of course, you always had to make sure you were giving your patients the best care possible, but your mind was plagued.

Would you ever tell him how you felt? Could you ever take that risk? The thought of even telling him, let alone being rejected, makes you sick to your stomach.

He would never speak to you again. It would be weird between you two, and then it would be weird between everyone in the apartment, and you would never be able to show your face again and would have to move out. There’s no other feasible option.

Unless…

Unless Bucky liked you back.

But you don’t even let your mind wander there, because you couldn’t even stomach the thought of not being around them. They were your family, the people you spent the most time with, the ones you could always count on when you had a rough day or needed a shoulder to lean on. Especially Bucky.

You simply couldn’t lose them.

And so, your night shift went on and the world still spun, even with your feelings buried deep in your chest.

-

When you walked into your apartment at 7:30 AM, there were some things you noticed that weren’t there when you had left.

First, it was the pretty black kitten heels by the door that certainly weren’t yours.

Then, for example, a cute leather purse hanging from a barstool by the kitchen island that wasn’t yours.

You put two and two together, and despite the harsh clench of your chest, you decided you were too tired to even think about all this right now. You just needed to take a shower and go straight to bed.

After staying true to your words, you had just shut the door to the bathroom when you heard it open again. Then, the water running from the tap, and then you see the handle of your door turning.

Immediately, you throw yourself under your covers and act like you had already been asleep. You simply couldn’t face Bucky right now. Not after knowing that he brought that girl home, and not after she was probably still in his bed. That was just too far for you.

With your face away from the door, you try and make your breaths as even as possible, hearing the door click open.

You could feel Bucky’s eyes burning into you, but you weren’t giving yourself away. You needed sleep before dealing with this.

Once you hear the door shut, you let out a big breath, your heart practically leaping out of your chest. And with that breath, you allow your eyes to only well with tears, but not letting them fall.

-

You woke again at 3 PM, but with knowing you had the next day off you weren’t in any rush to start your day. You didn't even want to move. You felt as though you got hit by a bus, between the racing thoughts about... well you know who they were about; and then piled on with the unexpected code in the middle of your shift, it was not a peaceful night.

You got your much needed rest, but you were in no mood to face Bucky right now.

But alas, your stomach spoke (rather growled violently), and you had to eat something before your stomach folded in on itself.

As you crack the door open to inspect the hall, you see that Bucky's door is closed but you hear noises from the direction of the living room.

You weigh your options.

Go out and make yourself something to eat and possibly face Bucky.

Starve.

Although the latter was looking like a great option, another whoosh from your stomach made you man up and step out of the room.

You couldn't even bring yourself to look at who was in the apartment, eyes dead-set on the pasta sauce you knew was in the fridge.

"Hey, Y/N! How was the night shift?" Sam's chirpy question came from the couch.

"It was alright, had a code but he pulled through. What did you two get up to last night?" You ask, seeing that Steve and Bucky were sitting on the couch opposite to Sam.

You couldn't even look him in the eye, while you knew he was watching you.

"Not much, just had a few beers and chilled til Buck got back, caused quite the ruckus." Sam lets out a laugh, but the words pierced through your heart as you pour the pasta into the boiling pot of water you'd set on the stove.

"Oh, nice." You reply, albeit shortly. You didn't know what to say. But of course, your mouth runs farther ahead than your brain. "How was that date, Bucky?"

You didn't care how the date was. You know she came back here, and you had absolutely zero interest in finding out what they did together. You couldn't handle hearing him tell you about it.

"It was... it was good. She came back here after." Was all he said. He looked at you with those wide, crazy eyes. You wanted to crumble under his gaze, but instead you just turned around to focus on your food.

"Nice. Great. I'm glad it went well for you." You said, not facing him.

The three boys give each other a look, and the tension could be cut with a knife.

Another loud growl from your stomach.

Fuck.

You check and the pasta is cooked. You drain it, pour your sauce and cheese, and practically sprint back to your room with a resounding click of your door through the apartment. Dishes be damned.

-

Outside, breaths were still held.

"Jesus, Sam. Could you have made it sound worse than it was?" Bucky grits through his teeth, pushing his shoulder aggressively.

"Well, you did bring her back here. Did I misspeak?" He responds.

"No, but we just hung out! Nothing even happened! Why is this even so awkward between us? It's not a crime if I did sleep with her." Bucky defends, but is confused about this situation.

"Well, it wouldn't be a crime, but it sure wouldn't be a good thing that you slept with someone else when you clearly have feelings for her!" Steve chimes in as quietly as possible.

-

You feel so stupid.

The urge hits you like a truck.

Should you also be going on dates? What was it that was so deeply holding you back from doing what Bucky's doing?

You could make all the excuses you want; busy with work, too tired, and that you were happy with your friendships and current relationships, even if they were all platonic.

But that was all before, when you thought Bucky felt the same.

You thought that he was also happy with the way you two were. Doing all the things people in relationships do, but not speaking out about those deeply-buried feelings. And that was enough. You didn't need someone to tell you they loved you as more than a friend, you didn't need that yearning feeling to be filled.

It was all bullshit, anyways. Right?

Right?

Right.

He could date people and have a girlfriend that he could do all those things with.

It didn't matter.

Because apparently, you weren't that person to him.

So you would just have to accept that and move on with your life.

Alone.

Again.

-

"Again with these damn feelings! You two don't even know your heads from your asses, and you wanna tell me about how my feelings!" Bucky scrambles for words. He feels hot and uncomfortable all over, all the while trying to not raise his voice.

"Bucky! You felt that tension in here? Right? That was because she had a problem! And it could all easily fixed if you just said, 'Hey, I know this is crazy, but I like you! And I didn't sleep with anyone else because of that!' Huh? How 'bout that?" Sam suggests, like it was the easiest thing to do in the world.

"Yeah, and what if she laughs in my face? What if that's totally not the case?!" Bucky responds.

"Buck, I think you just need to trust us on this one. She likes you and you like her. I don't know what else to tell you to make you understand." Steve finally sighs and drops his shoulders, over this whole conversation.

"Listen, she has tomorrow off. If you two end up hanging out, you need to say something. The tension is just too much." Sam just sighs and turns the TV on, preemptively ending the conversation.

Bucky just went into his room, placed his headphones over his head, and spent some time alone to think.

Let's think rationally.

You went on a date, and you didn't sleep with her.

What Bucky was coming to realize, is that there was a reason he didn't sleep with her.

He just couldn't.

It felt wrong, like he knew that there was a reason why he couldn't do it, subconsciously.

And he fully went into the date wanting to sleep with her. That was his goal. But he knew that if he did, it would be the point of no return. For some reason, he just felt it in his gut.

Realistically, even if I slept with her, I probably would've been sick with myself. I couldn't even face her after that.

But why?

Because you like her, you absolute moron.

He thinks of all the moments shared between you two. The stares, the cuddling, the innocent touches that drove him insane. All of those things added up in his mind to become one big jumble of feelings and now his brain felt like it was going to burst from how much this was all hitting him at once.

He springs off his bed.

Before he even turns the corner into the living room, words are spilling out of his mouth.

"You know what, maybe subconsciously even my body knew not to sleep with her, but even then how could I know for sure she likes me?-"

But there you are, sitting between Steve and Sam, tears leaking out of the corners of your eyes, gazing up at him in shock.

Clearly, you three were in the middle of something.

"You didn't sleep with her?" Your voice is meek at the question.

"No. I couldn't do it." He says, like it was obvious.

"Why not?" You fire back.

"I- I just... can we not do this out here? Please?" Bucky practically begs. He can't confess his deep and utter devotion to you in front of his two best friends. They'd never let him live it down.

"Come with me." Bucky runs into his room, throwing you a hoodie of his that he knew you were partial to, and then slid on his own jacket. Shoes are stuffed onto his feet, and he sees you doing the same, but your eyes never leave his figure in confusion.

The keys are grabbed from the bowl, and the door swings open while he holds it open for you.

Before Bucky lets the door shut, he gives Sam and Steve a final look; meanwhile the two are jumping up and down and pumping their fists in the air silently. It was almost comical.

"Where are we going?" Your voice from behind him startles him a bit, forgetting what he was even supposed to be doing.

"Just- put this on, honey." He hands you his spare motorcycle helmet, and you almost want to protest, but you wanted to see where this was going.

So you comply and hold onto him for dear life while he weaves in and out of traffic.

He stops, finally, in front of the place you know Bucky always comes to when he has too much on his mind.

It's a wide expanse of the city, a rooftop that he somehow had access to; and you weren't sure what you were doing here.

"What are we doing here?" You don't even let your mind think about what he was here to tell you.

Was he here to break the news to you that he was seeing this girl?

But you still couldn't figure out why he would bring you here to tell you that, and why he hadn't slept with her last night. Did she mean more to him than he let on? Is that why he wanted to wait to sleep with her?

The thought sends you heart sinking into your stomach.

"I have something I need to tell you." Bucky pauses and gazes so deeply into your eyes, something swimming in his blue irises, but you couldn't tell what. That was what scared you the most.

"I... I haven't been completely honest with you about how I've been feeling as of late. And I can't keep... keep being dishonest to myself and you, Y/N."

Tears were welling against your lashline, begging to be released at his words.

This was it. It’s all about to be over for good.

He approaches closer, hands coming to your jawline; his hold so delicate and soft that it makes you even more upset.

"Y/N... You are the most important person in my life. I can't imagine sharing any part of my life without you. You're the only person I want to see when I have something on my mind, I yearn for your touch when you aren't there, and lately, I've been confused as hell trying to understand why." His soft voice makes you weak in the knees.

Cue more tears.

"I just... I'm sorry I waited so long to tell you. And I'm sorry I went on that date... I'm sorry for a lot of things."

"Can I ask you something?" You ask quietly.

"Of course, honey."

"Why didn't you sleep with her?"

The weight of the question sits heavily in the air, and Bucky's features soften a smidge.

"I couldn't do it. I tried to get myself into it, into her. Both figuratively and literally." He laughs at his own joke, "but no part of me wanted to spend time with her over you. All I could think about was you. The entire date, I was thinking about what you were doing. What you were thinking about. You're all that takes up my mind these days. It kills me, not being around you when you're gone. I wish I could express to you how much I love you, but there aren't any words that could explain the extent of my feelings for you, Y/N. All I can really say is that I love you. You're my best friend. I can't think of anyone else who has the same effect on me that you have."

All you can think of you when you hear those words is the pounding in your chest and the fluttering in your lungs.

A wet, snotty smile crosses your face and you let out a garbled laugh.

"You love me?" Your hands slide up his chest to his shoulders, fingers grasping onto them.

"For as long as I can remember, honey. You're everything to me. The stars, the moon, the sky. It's all you." He returns the same smile, large thumbs caressing under your eyes to swipe at the fallen tears at his admission. "Do you love me?"

The way he asks you the question makes it sound so minuscule, so minute and almost childish, because you think he knows the answer.

"I do. I love you so much that I can't even think properly when I'm around you, Bucky. You take up every inch of my heart and my mind. I love you." You confess, the words spilling out of you like they belonged to him.

The grin that stretches across his cheeks is almost unreal, like a cartoon character. You could practically see the hearts in his eyes at your words.

The kiss that he molds upon your lips with his own steals all the air out of your lungs, and while one of your hands threads through his soft locks at the nape of his neck and your eyes fall shut, the other slides down to his chest, resting right over his heart.

You feel it against your palm and fingers, the pounding of the organ at the feeling of finally kissing you.

You wish he could feel yours, equally as loud and obvious.

His own hands are cradling your cheeks ever so gently, but the way he's kissing you is anything but. It was full of want, need, yearning. Everything you’ve been waiting for for months, finally being released in this moment.

When he finally pulls away for air, your eyes remain closed. You never wanted this moment to end, and if you opened your eyes now, you're afraid you'll wake and this will all be a cruel dream.

"Let me see those eyes, sweetheart." He mumbles and you can almost feel the words against your lips.

When your eyes peel open again almost drowsily, Bucky's smile is all you see. His nose is still brushing against yours, and you feel weak in the knees all over again at the proximity.

"I love you. And you love me. You know what that means?" He says.

"What?" Is all you can muster to reply at the moment.

"It means I owe those two bozos at home an apology and a beer, probably."

The laugh that escapes you lights him up inside, the sound being his favorite thing in the world. If he could make you laugh forever, he'd die a happy man.

"They knew this whole time, y'know? They actually confronted me about it. I didn't even tell them first. I guess I was just that obvious." You laugh at the memory, Bucky fondly smiling.

"I expect nothing less from them. You should've seen Sam before I left last night. Acting like he was your dad or something." Bucky's large arms come to wrap around you, holding you against his body.

"Oh, I wouldn't wanna be on side of Sam's attitude. I'm glad you made it out alive." You giggle once more, arms looping around his neck.

"Now when we go back I'm gonna have to face the 'I told you so's' from them. Kill me now." He rolls his eyes at the thought.

"Well, if they kill you now, you wouldn't be able to take me out to dinner tomorrow night." You tell him coyly, like the idea was already put in place.

"Huh, seems like you're right, honey. Couldn't leave my one and only girl hanging."

Bucky finally releases you from his hold- not that you wanted to be released of it- and walks towards the stairwell to head back down.

"C'mon. We've got a movie and ice cream waiting for us at home, sweetheart." He holds out his hand, and you don't hesitate to leap forward and grab it in your own.

"Let's go, Buck. I have lots to tell you about my shift last night."

"Oh, I'm sure the night shift was just riveting." He laughs as he leads you down the steps.

"Yeah, well all I could really think about was you being on a date with that girl, so yeah, maybe not the most pleasant time to have all night to yourself." You scoff.

"Well, you're never gonna have to worry about that again, will you?" He steals another peck from your lips, the blush creeping across your face at the gesture.

"I suppose not, no."

-

fin.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky imagine #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes one shot #mimimi hey guys sorry it's been literally like a decade since i've posted real content but HERE SHE IS !!!

[jeonghanspookie]

The Stolen Lunch

The holiday season was exactly what you would expect.

A disaster.

Regardless of the busy and hectic state of the store, the team members could only do so much. At the end of the day, it is what it is.

As stressful as the work day is, lunch time was a break away from all that stress.

Those 45 minutes are sacred to any retail worker.

Jeonghan made his way to 'the den' to finally enjoy his lunch. He had been counting down the minutes ever since he clocked in.

Once he made it into the office, he saw that a few of his friends were already in there.

"Hi Hannie!" Y/N greeted him excitedly. Vernon, who was sitting across from Y/N, sent Jeonghan a nod as acknowledgment.

Jeonghan sent them both a tired smile.

"You two are always together huh." He commented

Y/N looked back at him with a big smile. "Yeah it's because we're the bestest of friends" Y/N said as she reached over to give Vernon a big hug.

Vernon, who's mouth was full of food, looked to Jeonghan and nodded his head nonchalantly to agree with Y/N's statement.

Jeonghan also nodded his head to the comment. Made perfect sense to him.

He then made his way over to the fridge they had installed into 'the den' exclusively for the 14 friends to use. (It took them 5 days to finally convince Cheol to get one set up in there)

As Jeonghan was looking through the fridge, Seungkwan, Chan, and Soonyoung came into the office.

The room started to fill with the rest of the friends and everyone scattered around to relax and talk.

It had been a few minutes of busy chatter until one person disrupted it.

"ALRIGHT!" Jeonghan suddenly exclaimed, "WHO TOOK IT"

The room went silent.

"Um... took what?" Seokmin spoke for everyone.

Jeonghan glanced around the room with a scoff.

"MY LUNCH. It's not in the fridge."

Joshua looked at him confused. "Who would take your lunch?"

"That's what I'm trying to find out. I know it had to have been someone in this room. No one else comes back here except for the 14 of us. So give it up now and just confess. I promise I won't be mad"

"Okay" Soonyoung started

Jeonghan quickly made his way over to him and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, cutting his words off.

"I KNEW IT WAS YOU! HOW DARE YOU! YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS KWON SOONYOUNG!"

"NO HAN NO! IT WASNT ME I PROMISE! PLEASE! LET ME TALK"

"Yeah Hannie I don't think it was Soonie. He packed his own lunch today." Y/N said as she pointed to the tiger lunch box that was sitting on the table in front of where Jeonghan was currently holding Soonyoung.

"Oh."

"Well it had to be someone else then"

Seungcheol then cleared his throat. "Well not to be that guy, but I saw Mingyu eating something during his first break. And now he has more food in front of his right now? Seems a bit suspicious to me"

"OH HELL NO! I'll have you know that I was eating a chicken breast THAT I BROUGHT. And this" Mingyu pointed to the food in front of him, "THIS is my meal prep that I work so hard to make at the beginning of every week" he finished off

"Man no one cares. Who took the lunch?"

The room bursted into pure chaos. One accusing the other. Back and forth arguments.

"Well I know for a fact it's not me or Vernon" Y/N said, "we got Taco Bell today"

Seungkwan rolled his eyes, "This is like the third time this week you guys got Taco Bell. How are you not tired of it?"

"Hey! They brought nacho fries back this month" Vernon tried to justify, "we gotta take advantage of it!"

Voices continued to fill the room.

"Chan looks suspicious"

"IT WASNT ME"

"I have my own lunch"

"No one cares."

"Someone just confess"

"IT WAS PROBABLY THAT MARK GUY"

"He still works here?"

Jeonghan looked at the chaos and stress that was now installed in the office.

To be clear, Jeonghan did not have a lunch.

He forgot to bring it this morning and if he couldn't enjoy a nice meal during his lunch break, no one could.

So Jeonghan smiled to himself and began to enjoy, he looked down at his watch, the 28 minutes left of his lunch as his coworkers continued to argue.

"Hey Hannie" Y/N whispered over to him

"Hm" Jeonghan hummed.

"You can have the other half of Vernon's burrito" Y/N offered as Vernon showed Jeonghan the other half of his burrito.

"It's okay sweetie, thanks for offering" Jeonghan smiled at the two.

"Okay! But let us know if you want anything from Taco Bell tomorrow, kitten whiskers is gonna joint us too!" Y/N gestured to Seokmin, who was currently in a heated argument with Jun and Jihoon.

Jeonghan was a bit concerned about the amount of Taco Bell the two were consuming. (It's very concerning)

He shrugged off the thought.

"Sure, why not"

A/N: SORRY I HAVENT UPDATED. I'm on break from school so I'll have time to update more often now 😈

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[dindjarindiaries]

Dincember 2023 - December 2: Fire

character: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

prompt: Fire

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Din sighed and set down everything he had gathered, making his way over with a concerned tilt to his helmet. "I told you to stay inside the ship."

You shook your head, indignant, and bit your cheek to keep your teeth from chattering. "I'm not letting you freeze to death out here by yourself."

Din's visor gave you a once-over. "I have the layers for it." He was already unfastening his cape and setting it over your shoulders. "You don't."

You lifted your chin. "Doesn't matter."

Din secured the cape around your neck and gave it a gentle tug to test it. He then huffed and briefly held your chin between his gloved forefinger and thumb. "Wonder where you got that stubbornness from."

You chuckled as he stepped away, following him over to his supplies. "I'm a quick learner."

Din kept his visor fixed on the supplies as he began to ignite the fire. "Do you consider a full cycle 'quick?'"

You scoffed, and you would've nudged him if you weren't concerned with making him burn himself by accident. "We've known each other for longer than a cycle." Din used his flamethrower to help the fire grow faster. "Though I guess that was before I got beneath the armor."

Din's helmet gave you a quick glance. "You were beneath my armor before then."

You gave his frozen-over armored shoulder a soft shove. "You know what I mean."

Din chuckled to himself and took the long cargo box he had brought into the snow, setting it beside the place you were standing in. He offered you his hand and you took it, not bothering to hide your smile as he invited you to sit on top of the box. He then sat beside you, removing a pauldron for you to comfortably rest your head against him.

"Any idea how long we're gonna be here?"

Din set his gloved hand upon your thigh, inviting you to decline the touch if you wanted to. You made no move to. "No idea." He gave your leg a gentle squeeze. "But it won't be too long." Din looked at you and nodded. "I promise."

You returned the nod, smiling with content as your cheek pressed against his arm again. "Honestly, I'm okay with it." You closed your eyes, letting the warmth of the fire blaze over your front side. "Even if it's cold as kriff."

Din's voice was as warm as the flames that reflected off his beskar. "Yeah?" His thumb ran over your leg.

You nodded once more. "Yeah."

#anyway. screaming shaking sobbing #din djarin #the mandalorian #dincember 2023 #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #prompts #dindjarindiaries

[yelenasdiary]

Secret Mission

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Carol Denvers, Maria Hill, Pepper Potts, Yelena Belova & Kate Bishop x Reader (All Platonic)

Summary: You & the girls go out for the monthly ‘secret mission’ 

| Fluff | No Warnings | 0.9K | 

AC: This idea comes from @libraylove754 sending me gifs of Wanda, Yelena & Nat followed by a gif of a cup of coffee! I hope you enjoy this x – sorry about the ending, I found this rather tricky to right for some reason!

Once a month, you and the other girls get together for coffee, something normal, away from the boys to just chill, chat and relax. Originally it was Kate's idea, trust the most social one to drag you all out, right? The boys back at the compound always questioned where you all would get too but none of you told them that it was just a simple coffee catch up, so, like men, they joked about it and called it "The Girls Secret Mission". 

As you walked into the local coffee shop, the staff had already reserved a table of 8, ready for you all. You couldn't see anybody else insight has you stepped on it, your eyes searched the small shop that was slightly busier than usual but still, you couldn't see any of your friends. 

"Ah, you made it!" Carol came up behind you, almost giving you a fright. "Me? Looks like you're late too!" you chuckled, the two of you walking over to the reserved table, "I wouldn't say we're the late ones by the looks of it" Carol smiled, pulling her chair out.

"Actually, you guys are kind of late" a Sokovian accent made you turn slightly to see Wanda smiling softly with a donut and coffee in hand, "I have a feeling you were craving this?" she ask before placing the coffee mug and donut in front of you. "Thanks Wands! How did you kn-" you paused when you realised she'd read your thoughts, "never mind" you added with a chuckle. 

"What about mine?" Carol jokingly pouted, "well, maybe when you make up your mind on what you want to drink then I'll get your order too" Wanda replied with a smirk before taking a seat next to you. "Nat's in the bathroom and Yelena is finding a park" Wanda added. 

"Good morning! Sorry I'm a tad late, I couldn't get Tony to shut it about his new project!" Pepper sighed lightly before taking a seat across from you, next to Carol. "Don't stress" you smiled, "Yelena, Maria or Kate aren't here yet" you added before taking a sip on of your latte. 

After a good solid 10 minutes, everybody was finally seated and waiting for their order, well, not everybody. Kate came into the café, hands full of shopping bags that she dropped at her feet before taking a seat beside you, "Kate Bishop, nice of you to finally join us" Yelena looked at her friend. "Yeah, sorry about that! I was trying to do a quick shop around for clints birthday, I couldn't decide what he'd like best so Natty Nat, I need your help" Kate smiled proudly at the red head across from her. 

Natasha looked up at the young Avenger in an almost disgusted look, "did you just call me Natty Nat?" she questioned with a cocked brow. 

"S-sorry, I didn't think" Kate slumped down into her chair before the rest of you all chuckled. 

The café was already loud enough but ask any other customer, most the of chatter and laughter was coming from the table full of Avengers. "I could go for another latte, anybody else want anything while I'm up?" you offered as you stood from your seat. "A latte isn't a real coffee, Y/n Y/l/n" Yelena commented before taking another sip of her coffee. 

"And boxed mac n cheese isn't a real meal" you looked to the blonde with a smirk. 

"I'll come up with you" Maria smiled before downing the rest of her coffee. 

You and Maria took the others second order while the others started to secretly talk about the surprise that had been planned for you. 

"They have no idea!" Kate smiled proudly once more, "yeah the excuse for presents for Clint worked a charm" Carol replied. 

KB: Uh? Oh no, most of these are actually for Clint. 

NR: But his birthday is still two months away?

KB: I know but he is so hard to shop for! 

YB: She always shops months early for people, the apartment is currently full of crap she needs to return once she works out the perfect gift.

KB: Hey! it's better than what you gift people

YB: Nothing wrong with gift cards, they get whatever they want, and I don't have to think too much about it.

NR: I'm with Yelena on that one.

PP: Guys, the surprise party. It's tonight, do we have anything ready?

CD: Yeah, the boys are setting up the compound now.

NR: Peter said something about Aunt May had been up since 5am cooking.

PP: She has, that's where I'm headed after this. Maria too.

NR: I'm taking Y/n bike shopping so that'll but you all more time.

CD: Shh, they're coming. 

Carol's shush wasn't as quiet as she thought, you took your seat and looked around the table at the others. "Did I miss something?" you asked, they all shook their heads, "Why are you guys all acting weird all of a sudden?" you added. 

"We were just making fun of Yelena and her love for mac n cheese" Kate pitched in before pulling one of her shopping bags onto the table, "do you think Clint would like this?" she asked, distracting you from the odd behavior from the group. She showed off a new arrow sack. 

"He has that one" Natasha replied, causing Kate to sigh. "It's a lovely idea though" you patted Kate on her back. 

For the next hour, all of you enjoyed your last cups of warm goodness before all parting ways. You and Natasha went motorbike shopping, not that she was really looking for anything, but it was enough to keep you from guessing what was really going on. Your birthday was just around the corner, 2 weeks away in fact and for once the entire team wanted to surprise you without you finding out like you always did. 

Safe to say, the surprise went undetected and you even made Natasha buy a motorbike!

#marvel #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #carol danvers #Maria hill #pepper potts #yelena belova #Kate bishop #x reader #fanfiction

[aliypop]

Married In The Morning

Word Count: 1.872

Writers Note: Figured I never talked about the wedding so @sissylittlefeather here you go

Warning: Fluffy

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Plot: Christmas 1960 2 years after their Christmas Engagement Elvis and Cecelia are finally united in marital bliss.

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Tennessee December 25th, 1960

The chapel halls welcomed family and friends to the quaint wedding of Elvis and soon-to-be Cecelia Shanel Presley. Music played through the sanctuary, and members of both parties chattered about what they were about to witness. However, at Graceland, there was a nervous, leg-shaking Elvis. Who was getting ready for his big day? He'd waited long and hard for this day, and here it was. 

"Will you stop moving so much!" Alberta said as Elvis was giddy and in a mood that one could explain as in love. 

"Birdie, I can't!"

"And why is that?" Fixing his bowtie.

"It ain't every day a man gets to marry his best friend." 

"Joe or Red?"

"Very funny,"

"Hey, E!" Billy shouted,

"What!"

"Hurry up, we're gonna be late!"

In the chapel, Cecelia was pacing around the room, fidgeting with her dress, "Oh, Midge, what if he gets cold feet!" she sighed, "Or Mama, what if he changes his mind." Rosa and Daphane both watched as Denise and Midge sighed, 

"Elvis loves you endlessly. He's not going to freeze." Midge responded, fixing her dress as Denise fixed her hair. They were right. If he hadn't left when they were dating, why would he leave now on their wedding day? Cecelia finally sat down, and she took a deep breath. There was a knock on the door. Midge jumped up to get it. Standing there were Eleanor and Ruby, Delta, Patsy and Dodger.

"Are we late for the traditional gift-giving of the bride?" Ruby asked as she nearly kissed her niece,

"Not at all, ladies." Rosa smiled,

"Good, wouldn't wanna miss indoctrinating the new Mrs. Presley." Patsy said, as she smiled, "You look gorgeous."

"Thank you, Patsy," Cecelia hugged her, as Patsy giggled,

"I don't think I've seen a prettier bride since Gladys," Delta said. Getting teary-eyed.

"Or Denise," Eleanor added as Denise took a deep breath. Her little pumpkin was now grown and getting married. She still couldn't believe it. 

"Alright, I'm not gonna cry, but something borrowed." Rosa looked around as Midge handed her pearl necklace to Rosa to put around Cecelia's neck.

"Something blue!" Daphane smirked, "It's not much, but it's a garter I sewed out of Elvis's old sock!"

"Why do you have that?" Rosa nudged her.

"Why not..."

"It's perfect." Cecelia giggled

The women in the room laughed at the news as they kept with the bridal good luck charms.

"Something new?" Eleanor and Ruby said in unison as they both handed her bracelets. They were dainty and added to her bridal look. Cecelia looked in the mirror as she got emotional. She looked like a princess. 

"All's next is something old," Patsy said as Delta looked at Dodger, then Denise. Denise had placed her old veil on her daughter's head as she kissed her on the cheek. She then went to the side of Dodger to help her up. Dodger was holding a jewelry box with earrings in them. They were pearls with diamonds around them. 

"These were Gladys's earrings. I'd want you to have 'em, dear." Dodger said, presenting them to Cecelia as she picked them up,

"Grammy, I couldn't."

"Gladys would want you to have them," Delta said. As she smiled, which might have been the first time Cecelia saw her do that. 

"She really liked you," Patsy said, helping her put on the earrings. 

"I wish she could've been here." Denise sighed, "Gladys would've loved to have seen her little boy up and married." 

"Elvis, you're shakin like a leaf." Vernon sighed, looking at his son. He wasn't nervous, he was just excited, 

"I know, Pa." Elvis took a deep breath as Alfonso was by his side, "It's just I haven't seen Cece all day. It's driving me crazy." he laughed, both fathers laughing a bit,

"No, don't go gettin no idea's it's bad luck to see the bride." Elvis had a look on his face that said the opposite. Marching out the doors, Elvis made his way to the door that Cecelia was behind. 

"You know. It's just exciting. I'm marrying my best friend and. I'm itching to see him and talk to him." Cecelia said as the women in the room awed at her. Cecelia was really in love, and it showed. 

"I can't wait to see his smile and how he's gonna look in his tux. I can hear his voice saying-"

"Cecelia."

"Yeah, like that."

"Cecelia, it's me, Elvis!"

"You can't be here, E!" Patsy shouted as Rosa and Daphane stood by the door.

"I ain't inside, Patsy," pushing past everyone was Cecelia, her ear by the door as she got giddy. They were something out of a romance novel. They were the definition of true love.

"Elvis! It's me, Cece." 

"Thank God, I ain't want much but to talk to you," Elvis said as Cecelia giggled,

"I want to talk to you too, handsome."

"I'll be honest. I'm nervous about this wedding thing cause what if I-I-."He took a deep breath, "What if I'm not good at being a husband." 

"Oh, Elvis, you're going to be a great husband. You listen, and you care, and you're gentle and kind. You're an angel." Cecelia smirked, "Well, most times."

"Whadya mean most."

"You know what I mean."

"I do? Oh... Oh." Elvis turned red, but she could hear the smirk on his face arrive. "What about you, Cece? You nervous about anything?"

"A lot of things, really, but when I'm by your side, I know I'll be alright."

 "Hey E, it's time!" 

"Hi, Joe!" Cecelia said from the door.

"Hey, Cece! We'll see you in a few."

The music in the chapel had begun to play, and Elvis and his friends stood there waiting for Cecelia. Rosa, Daphane, Patsy, and Midge. All stood on the left side, waiting patiently for the woman of the hour to arrive.

"I'm walking my little pumpkin down," Alfonso said, growling at his wife,

"No, I am..." Denise rolled her eyes,

"How about you both walk her down." Eleanor groaned, "And stop arguing! Thought you two settled that when y'all got married again." she rolled her eyes, walking into the chapel. Cecelia walked up to her parents as they were taken away, she was wearing her grandmother's dress and wedding shoes, 

"My little pumpkin... Is a woman." Alfonso teared up.

"Daddy, don't cry. It's a joyful day. I'm marrying Elvis, my true love." She hugged him. Her parents locked arms with her as Denise teared up, 

"You look beautiful, sweetheart." Denise sniffled,

Walking down, Cecelia could feel every eye on her, but she didn't care, for her eyes were on Elvis, his tux on as he waved at her and his mouth opened at how she looked,

"Damn, you're lucky," Red whispered,

"Nah, I'm blessed." Elvis teared up. He told himself he wouldn't cry, but an angel had just landed, and she was to be his wife. 

"Who gives this bride to this man." 

"We do." Denise and Alfonso said as Vernon helped her up,

Elvis took her hand as he lifted her veil. "Well, hot damn!" he whispered, "Can I kiss 'er now?!" everyone in the chapel began to laugh as Cecelia giggled, 

"I could ask the same thing, too." She smiled. The ceremony went on, and the two couldn't stop looking at each other. 

"Now, the vows."

"I'll be honest, I didn't write anything. Cause if I did, I'd been dead." Cecelia said as Elvis chuckled, "So I'll talk from my heart." Cecelia took a deep breath as she looked up at him, 

"Elvis Aaron Presley, when you bumped into my life in October 1954, I was hypnotized, not by the star we'd both become, but by your soul. It shook me to my very core." She blushed, "I've never been the same. You've been there for me through thick and thin. You're my best friend, my angel, my lover, my everything, and I pray you continue to be my everything just as I am yours."

Elvis blushed as he kissed her hand,

"Your turn." She winked,

"How am I gonna top that? Oh, like this. " Elvis smiled, holding her hand, "Cecelia, there are many ways I could talk about ya, but I'll start from when I first knew you'd Uh be mine." He laughed as he started to get nervous, " You know, I don't ever think you saw me as Elivs the star. You saw me as the guy who'd, uh eat the fries off yer plate. Or the guy who can make a fool of himself. You saw me, an I felt honored that you did. You didn't care if I talked too much, didn't care about none of it." He got bashful,

"Cece, I love you 'cause you see the imperfect me and still think I'm a swinging guy."

"Cause you are," Cecelia commented as he took her hand, 

"Well, by the power invested in me, I now pronounce you as Mr. and Mrs. Presley. You may now-"

Elvis dipped Cecelia as he kissed her passionately and sweetly, taking her hand as Rosa and Daphane dropped the broom at their feet, jumping over it. The new couple had been truly excited about their life together. 

Heading back to Graceland, the two were in bliss, it was cold, and Cecelia was in her winter fur, but she felt warmed by the love radiating off of her Elvis. Carrying her over the threshold Cecelia was filled with laughter and love as was Elvis, they were surrounded by friends and family, and, 

"Elvis look at how gorgeous the cake is..." 

"To think we'll have to cut it, with its strawberry filling in it." 

"It's what..." She cheesed like a kid in a record store, 

"Nothing, doll." Walking her by the cake as she took a taste of the icing, 

"HEY E CATCH!" From the backyard, his cousins and his father-in-law were playing football at the reception, and Elvis couldn't resist. As he looked at his wife, she waved him off to join them. 

"You wanna play around some?"

"Elvis I'm no good at sports."

"Oh come on." He pleaded as she walked over with him, the game was intense Alfonso had passed it to Billy who then passed it to Elvis, but then he fumbled it and Red caught it only for it to land in the hands of 

"I CAUGHT IT!!! WHAT DO I DO NOW?"

"RUN!!!" Denise looked over and shook her head, she couldn't believe her daughter was playing football in the Tenessse cold in her wedding gown. Cecelia ran like hell as she kept going until she felt someone tackle her, looking up it was Elvis who planted a kiss on her cheek,

"Thanks, babe I won," he smirked

"Oh no you didn't!" She said getting up, a grass stain on her dress as the two began to laugh. 

"CECELIA SHANEL PRESELY!"

"MAMA IT'S JUST A STAIN IT'LL COME OUT!" Cecelia shouted back, as his cousins agreed with her, 

"Spoken like a true Presley..." Elvis said kissing her again,

"And forever may I be." Nuzzling his nose as snow flurries fell,

 "Merry Christmas Cece."

"Merry Christmas El."

Oh, how it felt to be married in the morning.

#oc #fanfiction #new stuff #new #romance #elvis presley #elvis fanfiction #elvis x oc #elvis the pelvis #cecelia valmos #poc oc x elvis #1960s #1960s elvis #wedding fanfic #poc oc x canon #elvispresley

[nestypewriter]

Unexpected Journey

[Male! Ryoba x FEMreader]

{Warning ⚠️: yandere tendency, emotional manipulation}

[Disclaimer: I want to emphasize that I do not endorse or support this type of behavior. This content is purely for entertainment purposes.]

Inspired by the basement tape #10 in yandere simulator

The afternoon light streamed through the window as you absentmindedly brushed your hair. Your vanity was cluttered with skincare and makeup, but your attention was drawn to a box of VHS tapes that was peaking out of the bed, each triggering a wave of unsettling memories.

You set the brush down, compelled by an unseen force, and opened the box. Inside, the tapes evoked dread. At the top, a forgotten tape recorder beckoned, your fingers instinctively finding its buttons.

Unbeknownst to you, a shadowy figure approached the door, and your mind went blank as you mindless slide across the buttons on the tape recorder before stopping at the red record button.

Suddenly, the door slammed open, startling you. Your trembling hand accidentally triggered the record button. You quickly spun around to see your husband, Ryoba, wearing a mischievous grin.

"Oh, my apologies, darling. Did I startle you?" he asked playfully, breaking into laughter.

You stood up, your voice quivering. "I-it's just that you caught me off guard, dear," you stammered, cursing your own nervousness.

"I'm sorry, love. After all these years, you're still so easily frightened," he said as he approached you, his affection strangely twisted "But I do love that about you" he purred.

Before you could pull away from his embrace, his grip tightened, and he noticed the open box, a sly smile forming. "What do we have here?" he inquired. "Are you reminiscing about our early days?" he added, looking at you for confirmation.

You nodded, not wanting to provoke his anger. He smiled with genuine joy and pulled you closer. "Ah, you're so adorable, my sweet," he murmured before stepping back slightly, still holding you.

"So.., what got you so excited, dear?" you ventured, your curiosity piqued. "I'm so glad you asked," he exclaimed. "You see, I just encountered someone I haven't seen in decades—actually, it's the first time he's seen ME in decades."

"Who are you talking about?" you inquired, your curiosity growing. Ryoba's grip on you tightened. "Aren't you the least bit curious?" he said, though his smile appeared forced. "Don't worry, darling. No one will ever take my beloved wife away from me," he declared, nuzzling your cheek.

"No one would ever dream of it, dear..." you sighed, the mystery of the encounter still gnawing at you.

"So, who did you see today?" you pressed, studying his face. "Oh, I'll tell you on our way to the airport," he replied, evading your question.

"Airport!?" you exclaimed, seeking more information, but he remained elusive. Instead, he kissed your lips and announced: "That's right, dear. Pack your bags, sweetheart! We're going to America!" he declared, leaving you in shock.

"We can't do that!" you protested, refusing to believe his words. "What about your job?" you questioned, but he simply smiled. "Don't fret, my dear. I've already spoken to my boss, and he was VERY understanding," he explained. You nodded, though still dissatisfied. "How long will we be gone?" you asked, hoping it wouldn't be too long. "I'm not sure, darling. It all depends on how quickly I can track him," he said, gazing upward with wonder.

Frustration built up inside you, and you clenched your fists. "And what about our daughter? Tomorrow is her first day of high school," you reminded him, unwilling to leave her alone.

"Well, if she takes after her dear old father, then she have absolutely no problem whatsoever in taking care of herself !" he chattered, leaving you in shock. "Oh, I hope she meets someone special! It would be delightful if she had a boyfriend by the time we return!" he continued, but you muttered, "I hope not."

Ryoba's keen ears caught your murmur. "What was that, darling?" he inquired, eager to hear. You feigned innocence. "Nothing, sweetie."

He clapped his hands together. "No more dilly-dallying, my love! We must get ready," he urged, but you had a different idea. "What if... you go alone, and I'll stay to take care of Ayano while you deal with this..." you proposed, but your husband clearly disapproved.

In an instant, he grabbed your arms, pulling you closer. "Do you think I would allow that?" he chuckled, his eyes locking onto yours. "I'm not a fool, darling," he said, his grip tightening, his fingers digging in, surely will leave bruises. "You will come with me,

No. Matter. What," he threatened, and you nodded, fearfully submitting. His face reverted to its gleeful expression as he kissed your forehead and released his tight hold.

"Let's get ready, shall we?" he suggested, looking to you for agreement. "Let me prepare dinner for Ayano before we leave," you requested, glancing at the floor, dreading his reaction. Suddenly, you found yourself enveloped in a warm hug. "You're such a caring mother," he cooed, planting kisses all over your face.

You tapped his back, signaling for him to ease up, which he did, and you finally broke free from his embrace. "Certainly, darling, but make it quick; we have a flight to catch!" he exclaimed, departing from the room to retrieve something.

With a sigh, you turned your attention back to the box and noticed the tape recorder was still recording. "Oh, it's still on; I must have accidentally hit record," you mumbled, then sighed again. "I hope you never discover these, Ayano," you whispered before pressing the stop button and carefully tucking the box away beneath the bed.

As you rose and headed towards the kitchen, you decided to prepare a large meal that would last for quite some time, at least a week for ayano. After all, who knew what lay ahead on this unexpected journey to America?

This is one for you (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡ @flipu5

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Request: That's a Problem?

Request: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x SingleMom! Reader fic.

Author's note: So glad this was requested. FYI, no kiddos on my end, didn't want something super traumatic, so just nice and fluffy! Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: None

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You sighed and looked at your watch. You had about 25 minutes until the daycare was going to start calling, so you picked up your pace down the cereals and breakfast bars aisle. After throwing a few things in your cart and marking them off your list, you turned the corner and spotted that oh-so-familiar pattern of naval aviators. You rolled your eyes, forever annoyed about their invasion of your hometown and started to turn around the endcap, heading up the next aisle.

You heard the loud chatter behind you and looked over your list towards the group. Now they they were closer, you realized they looked old for Top Gun and also very young for instructors. You shrugged and stared ahead at the massive wall of poptarts. You grabbed one and started walking away, wishing for just a moment of silence by yourself for today.

You hasty exit was noticed by one of the pilots. He watched you walk down the end of the aisle and turn, hoping to catch your eye. When he didn't, he doubled back (much to the chagrin of his troop).

"Oh come ON Rooster! We have to get back soon. If we're late, they'll never let us out of here." You heard a female voice ring out clearly above the droning of the speaker system in the grocery store (you were offended at the early 2000's pop/punk they were playing- it wasn't THAT old).

"I know, relax Phoenix! We're here for like a month. They can't kick us out." You heard the man's voice much closer to you as you made your way down towards the wall of gummy snacks. You were trying not to eavesdrop as you desperately tried to remember the right flavor to grab.

"Personally, I'm a fan of the dinosaur ones," the voice caused you to jump and grab your cart in surprise. The same voice you had earlier was now attached to a body standing directly in front of you. Unlike the rest of the group out on a field trip, this pilot was wearing a Hawaiian shirt with a tanktop under it and cut of jean shorts. You gave him a once over as you laughed nervously.

"Sorry," he apologized, hands up and taking a step back, "didn't mean to startle you. Just didn't want you to fall for the allure of the sharks and fish- they always taste stale." You quirked an eyebrow and let out another small laugh.

"You're quite the gummy snacks connoisseur, aren't you?" He beamed, letting out a laugh and nodding. You looked thoughtfully and then reached out, grabbing the dinosaur fruit gummies from a shelf that forced you on your tiptoes. Your cheeks got hot as you felt his eyes drift over your body in an appreciating way.

"Those are the ones. I'm Bradley, by the way." He held out a hand and you shook it, introducing yourself. He smiled and let your name dance across his tongue. You felt your face get hot again as he chuckled.

"So do you work for the gummy dinosaur folks?" You got a deep laugh and a headshake.

"Nah, I wish. We're all Navy pilots returning back for...." he trailed off, suddenly aware that he was nowhere near the rest of the crew. He looked back to you and you could see that he was torn. "I'm sorry. I have to catch them for a ride. I'll see you around?" You nodded and waved him off as you continued to shop.

You held up the box of gummies and laughed. "You better be worth it" you thought as you tossed them back in the cart.

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About a week later, you were grateful you had been able to secure a babysitter for the evening. You had set up on another date and, while you weren't entirely looking forward to that, you were looking forward to a night without children's programming and the millions of "why" questions that were a new favorite.

You were heading towards a bar and immediately you groaned. He had sent you an address, but hadn't given you the name. You looked at The Hard Deck and sighed. "You better be worth this," you mumbled, walking inside. It was busier than you expected this early on a Thursday. You checked your watch. You were running about 30 minutes early.

As you took a seat at the bar, you ordered a beer, wanting to play it safe. Also, the look the bartender gave a girl a few seats down when she asked for a "Sex on the Beach" was enough to get you to stick to bottles of beer all night.

You looked around and saw a LOT of uniformed folks. You smiled, remembering the crew you had seen the week prior and laughing about the advice. It had been sound advice- your little guy had LOVED the dinosaurs. In fact, it had started a whole dino obsession in the house.

You were broken out of your thoughts by someone vaguely yelling in your direction. You eyes scanned around the bar and you finally found the source of the noise. Practically running from the pool table was Bradley (Bradley, right?) and he was waving at you. You finally deciphered what he was yelling:

"Dino snacks! How's it goin?!" He laughed and sat down next to you at the bar, his smile beaming. "Never thought I'd see you in my neck of the woods." You laughed and took a swig of your beer.

"You're just as surprised as I am....I'm supposed to be meeting a date here." Bradley scanned the room and shrugged.

"I don't see him here, mind if I just hang out?" You smiled and were about to invite him to stay when you heard the same group start to yell for him back at the pool tables.

"Come ON, Rooster! It's your game!"

"Yeah, Roost- get over here so I can kick your ass!"

"Rooster, you owe me 20 bucks!"

You quirked an eyebrow and took a swig of your drink. "Rooster, eh?"

His cheeks turned red and he rubbed the back of his neck, "Ehm, yeah. Long story- I'll be back!" You waved him on and mouthed 'Sorry!' to the few members of the crew that looked at you. You checked your watch and stared expectantly at the door.

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After an hour (and a few beers and texts, and calls), you sighed, waving the bartender over to close your tab. She gave you a sad smile and walked back with your card and receipt. You grabbed the pen off the bartop and signed, shaking your head. Being stood up was a new phenomenon and you couldn't wait to hear the bullshit excuses when he dared reach out again.

You had barely stood up from the stool, when something caught your arm. It was Bradley-Rooster-whatever his name was. You smiled sadly and shook your head.

"You're kidding me...." he trailed, and you shook your head, a pang of embarrassment and disappointment hitting you squarely in the chest. It was bad enough that it had happened- it was worse that this very attractive pilot had noticed and now was talking to you out of pity.

"What an ass." You were brought out of your thoughts by his comment and you nodded in a agreement. "But," he continued, "I guess that leave you free for tonight?" You noticed the bit of hope in his voice as you looked over the pilot again. Another Hawaiian shirt, the same sunglasses as last week in their pocket, a crooked grin on his face, and his messy hair clearly blown about by being on the beach today.

You glanced down at your watch. "For the next two hours, I technically am. But I've got a hard stop." Rooster nodded and looked at his own watch, pushing a few buttons.

"Hard stop. 9pm." he looked up at you with a goofy grin, "is that an escape strategy so you don't get stuck with me all night?" You laughed and placed an arm on his forearm.

"Something like that," you said more to yourself than to the really attractive man in front of you. You then realized he was still holding a pool cue. He picked it up and shook it, raising an eyebrow.

"Can I interest you in a game?" You laughed and shook your head, walking past him.

"No, but I'll kick your ass in darts."

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You hadn't realized how desperately you missed this. Rooster had introduced you to the rest of his group simply as "Dino Gummies" and, as you shook each of their hands, you corrected that, trying to remember everyone's callsigns.

You had been right- you kicked Rooster's butt a few times in darts. Pool was a bit more difficult but two of the other pilots (Coyote and Bob? Maybe?) had been helpful in teaching you how to hold the cue and set your aim. What resulted was a lot of missed shots and laughing.

You had just made a particularly bad shot when you heard a beeping noise. You looked over to Rooster and you saw his face fall like someone had just hit him in the gut. You handed your pool cue to Bangman (?) and immediately stood near the crestfallen pilot. He looked up at you with big, puppy-dog eyes and pointed to his watch.

"It's 9," he said quietly and you felt your heart drop. You checked your own watch, hoping his was wrong. You sighed and announced your departure. You waved to the group and there were a variety of goodbyes and waves that followed.

Rooster was glued to your hip as he walked you out through the bar and towards the parking lot. "I'm really glad you came out tonight," you nodded in agreement, taking his hand as you walked to your car.

"Me too. Thanks for turning this night around." Rooster nodded and looked down at his feet, closing the area between you. Throughout the evening, there had been stolen glances at each other, hands grazing each other, and, at one point, you had backed into Rooster and he started running his hands up and down your arms mindlessly as you watched another round of pool.

You saw his eyes flicker from your eyes to your mouth and back, his tongue sticking out a bit to wet his bottom lip. You felt warm as you realized his hands were still holding yours. You saw the tiniest bit of hesitation and you squeezed his hands, leaning forward and pressing your lips to his.

He eagerly returned the kiss and wrapped his arms around your frame. You were surprised at the softness of his lips and giggled internally at the brush of his moustache. He slipped his tongue past your lips and you allowed him entrance, letting out a tiny moan of approval.

The two of you broke apart moments later, both smiling. This wasn't exactly your normal M.O. at all, but he was different. You sighed and held out your hand, quirking an eyebrow. Rooster looked at you confused and you motioned to his pants pocket. After a moment of stumbling, he figured out what you meant and handed you his phone.

"Feel free to send any recommendations my way," you winked, handing back the phone. Rooster smiled and nodded, pressing a quick, chaste kiss to your lips. You smiled and then got into your car, realizing quickly that you were going to have to pay your babysitter a bit extra for tonight.

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Your phone buzzed as you collapsed onto the couch.

Hey. It's Bradley. Rooster, from the bar and the dinosaurs. :)

You laughed and then saw a picture message come through. You groaned and prayed it wasn't one of those images. You were ready to get ticked at Rooster when the image loaded and you saw your purse- sitting on the barstool you had left it on. You patted your pockets and felt your wallet (you had paid the babysitter more after she left) and groaned.

Hey, that's mine. Shit. Sorry. I'll get it tomorrow.

You squeezed the bridge of your nose and sighed. You hadn't been thinking the clearest and now would have to run in before work and you'd have to drop the little guy off early which would mea-. Your phone buzzed.

Nope. Send the address. Already on my way.

You looked impressed at your phone and then sent your address. The headache this was saving was amazing. And, you realized quickly thereafter, you'd get to see your new cute pilot friend.

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It seemed like no time had passed when there was a knock at the door. You popped your head out to see a grinning Bradley on your doorstep, purse in hand. You laughed and held out your hand.

"I'm not sure it fits your aesthetic..." he laughed and handed it to you. The two of you chatted quietly and you found your hand entwined with his. You heard a noise behind you and gently dropped his hand, cursing inwardly. This was exactly what you didn't want to happen tonight...

Rooster looked at you concern lacing his features, "Everything okay?" You opened your mouth to reassure him that it was nothing that he had done or said, when you felt a small tug at your shorts. Both you and Rooster looked down to see a very sleepy little boy, dressed in shark pajamas.

You froze, almost afraid to look up at Rooster, half-expecting him to launch himself off your porch and run screaming into the night. You gently placed a head behind your little one's head and sighed, ready to scoop him up and head in, putting him back in his bed. Instead, you were beat to the punch.

"Hey buddy," Rooster said quietly, crouching down and extending a hand. "I'm Rooster. I came to bring your mom's bag back. She left it when she came home to see you." He looked up at you, brown eyes filled with nothing but adoration. You saw a small hand jut out and become engulfed in Rooster's hand. He smiled and shook it.

"...like the bird?" the small voice chirped next to you. You land Rooster both laughed, him standing up.

"You bet bud, just like the bird," he smiled at you and you scooped up the little on in your arms, now standing in the doorframe. He laughed and you leaned in, your eyes trained on Rooster.

"This is the guy that suggested the new gummies..." you turned a quick glance to the now astonished one in your arms and laughed.

"THE DINOSAURS?!"

Both you and Rooster laughed again, Rooster nodding. "The best, right?" You watch the yawn pass over the little face next to you as you hiked him up in your grip.

"How about you head to bed and tomorrow, we can talk to your mom and see if we can find even better gummy snacks?" Rooster looked hesitantly at you as you put him down, patting his butt to get him back in the house.

"Bye 'ooster!" you chuckled as you saw a wave in the darkened house. You turned back to the man facing you- he was absolutely beaming. You smiled, rubbing your neck and shaking your head.

"Is this why you had to bolt at 9?" You nodded sheepishly and then signed, your hand dropping back down to your side.

"I don't generally go out on dates- or bring them home- with him. He's my priority and- and it's usually a problem," you finished lamely. Rooster laughed and took both of your hands in his.

"That's a problem? Are you kidding? A super cool kid who likes the same snacks as me and he's got a drop-dead gorgeous mom who likes to kiss me? That's a win-win in my book, baby." Rooster winked at you and you caught his lips again in yours, the nickname not going unnoticed.

You two were broken apart by the scream of "MOMMMMM" from inside the house. You laughed and pecked his cheek and headed inside, closing the door quietly with Rooster waving on the other side. As you headed up the stairs, you felt your phone buzz and you looked down, smiling and laughing to yourself.

Save some of those gummies for me. See you tomorrow :)

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Part Two

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Don't hold back | Chapter 1 | 18+

☆ Pairing: idol!Johnny x Female reader

☆ Genre: smut & fluff, slow burn series.

☆ Word count: 6.1 k

☆ Warnings: oral sex (f & m receiving), use of sex toys, protected sex, some coursing, pwp, we're gonna go slow since this is just the first chapter.

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You took a sip of your hot coffee as you gazed out of the window onto the streets of Gangnam. It was a Sunday afternoon and you were taking some time out after a busy week at work, just you and the world enclosed in the pages that lay open in front of you.

Life was good. In fact, life was more than good. You’d secured a great job that you actually enjoyed and for the first time in months, had enough money to spend on yourself and things that made you happy rather than solely on tedious bills and living expenses. You were seeing the world in a different light. The skies were bluer than ever and you’d begun to notice the freshness of the air around you much more often than you'd done before. 

Gangnam was your Korean nirvana, it reminded you that city life wasn’t just about sweaty overcrowded streets and corporate affairs, but also about having fun and enjoying life. You sighed contentedly, smiling to yourself as your mind wandered back to the world of the book you became so engrossed within, eyes quick to find the exact part in which you’d left off.

Just as you settled and turned the page, the door of the small, intimate café flew open and banged shut, leaving the people you were sitting among in suspense. A very tall figure stood there breathless, head completely covered up by a black beanie that pushed a few strands of dark hair across his temples. His coat was pulled high around his neck, and his shoulders were hunched as if doing his very best to keep his identity hidden. He kept his head down, yet you could see a slight smirk playing on his lips, evidence of his amusement at the startling scene he caused. 

You watched him for a moment, curious at his abrupt entrance, wondering what was the cause of his sudden restlessness and sharp gasps. Your heart began to beat rapidly against your chest as he stared at you, his eyes soft and warm and so fiercely intense that you couldn't look away from him until the room fell back into a relaxed murmur of chatter, and it was only then that you lowered your eyes to your book once more.

“Sorry, do you mind if I sit here?”

Your eyes snapped upwards to meet the figure that had previously interrupted the stillness of the café. His fingers were already unbuttoning his heavy black trench coat and he’d pulled the chair outwards with his foot, ready for him to sit on. You looked around to see that all the other tables and chairs were occupied. You’d been too wrapped up in your book and daydreams to notice people entering.

“I guess I don’t have a choice, do I?” You smiled, watching him as he grinned down at you.

“Not really,” He joked before slipping his coat from his arms and hanging it on the back of the chair.

It was only then that you recognized the person in front of you. Johnny Suh. A member of a boy group that you actually knew and kinda liked although k-pop wasn't exactly your cup of tea. His perfect and mischievous grin matched with an unmistakable charming presence. You could feel your eyes widen and jaw threatening to drop, so you took a hurried sip from the mug in front of you in an attempt to disguise your surprise. You weren’t sure whether he had noticed or not, but you assumed from the amused look on his face that he caught your expression. You rested the mug back on the table and cleared your throat.

“Dare I ask what the sudden entry was for?” You laughed, subconsciously circling the rim of the mug with your index finger.

“Sasaengs.” He said rolling his eyes, “They're everywhere, sometimes I think I just can’t escape them but... this time I got to lose them.” and a satisfied grin appeared on his face.

“Well, I guess that’s the price you pa-“

“Pay for being an idol. Yeah, yeah, I know.” He laughed. “If I had a dollar for each time somebody says that, I’d be filthy rich.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his remark. “How about you?” he continued. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh you know, same. Hiding from my fans...”

He grinned at your joke, reaching for his bag and pulling his wallet out. “Can I get you anything? As an apology for my unwelcome intrusion.”

“No, no, I’m fine. Thank you.” You replied coolly, even though you were almost out of coffee.

Johnny returned a few minutes later with a tray with two steaming mugs and a cake. You frowned up at him, but he interrupted before you could say anything.

“Well you were pretty much out of coffee and I wanted cake but I refuse to eat it by myself. Have you seen how big it is?”

You laughed as he placed the tray on the table. He was right, it was probably the biggest slice of chocolate cake you’d seen in your life, covered in a rich brown butter icing with chocolate flakes on top. It looked like a heart attack on a plate.

“Well, thank you very much,” You smiled, pushing the empty mug to the side and taking the fresh cup from the tray. “you didn’t have to.”

He smiled warmly. “No I didn’t, but I wanted to.”

The hot pink blush that you’d be resisting rose your cheeks, burning the skin as you looked up at him from beneath your lashes, overcome with a mixture of flattery and embarrassment that you’d let his words affect you so easily. No wonder many women had fallen victim to his charm.

Turned out Johnny wasn't just a handsome face, but a great company, he was smart and funny, so you spent some time laughing and chatting about trivial things, but you focused on not making any comments that would let him know you knew him well as an idol or even worse, make you look like a fan.

“I guess I’d better be off.” You smiled, gathering your book and phone from the table and sliding them into your bag. “Thank you for the drinks and the cake. As I said, you didn’t have to.”

Johnny stood up from his chair as you pushed yours out, smiling back at you. “And like I said, I wanted to.”

You both exchanged shocked glances as a hard rain suddenly began to lash violently against the window. You walked towards the door and pulled it open slightly, peering out onto the wet grey pavement as water began to spill over the drains. Rain splattered against your face as you stood there, trying to work out the quickest route to the bus stop.

“Of all the days for me to forget my umbrella...”, You mumbled, shaking your head in disbelief.

Johnny appeared at your side. “Well, you can’t go out like this.” He laughed.

“And how else do you suppose that I get home?”

He thought for a moment, twisting his mouth from side to side. “My house is literally 5 minutes down the road. Why don’t you stay at mine until this has passed? It’ll probably only be a quick shower.”

You looked up at him, completely taken aback by his suggestion.

“No, I couldn’t do that. I’ll be fine, I’m sure.”

He looked down at you. “No. I insist…” He took a sudden pause and furrowed his brow. “Wait. I didn’t even get your name.”

“Y/N.”

He smiled thoughtfully. “Well Y/N, I insist that you stay at mine until this passes. No arguments. The end. Done.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his stubborn persistence, and you caught him smirking in the corner of your eye as you sighed in defeat. You weren’t exactly used to accepting such favors from strangers, even if they were famous, rich, and handsome.

“Okay, on three.”

“What are you doing?” You laughed.

“I’m giving us a countdown. We need to prepare.”

You could sense the joking tone in his voice as he reluctantly pushed the door open to the streets in front.

“One.”

The rain was beating down hard, bouncing off the pavement as it hit the concrete, the sky a blank canvas behind the row of buildings opposite.

“Two.”

You felt his hand on your lower back as he edged you forwards, his lips kinking into a smirk as he gradually applied more pressure. Without hitting the third count, he gripped your arm and pulled you into the rain alongside him. You squealed as the cool droplets of water instantly began to seem through your clothes and drench your hair, following his lead as you raced through the now almost empty streets.

You glanced around the high-ceilinged room, taking in your new surroundings. The walls were bright white alongside the curtains and teamed with the varnished wooden floor, it had an extremely light and airy feel. It was all very neat, but what surprised you most was an old vintage record player resting on top of a white wooden cabinet in the corner of the room. It was medium-sized and made from mahogany, lid propped open with a gold metal rod, revealing a black 12'' vinyl inside. You stepped over to the player, running your fingers along the smooth wood and admiring its crafting, before flicking the power switch and carefully lowering the needle to the ready vinyl.

Familiar soft, melodic tones of Mahler began to surround you, and you couldn’t help but shut your eyes for a moment and absorb the resonance of strings completely. You’d grown up with this sort of music, and Mahler was a particular favorite of your dad’s, so you felt a pleasant warmth flood through you as the music progressed. Fluttering your eyes open, you jumped as Johnny stood in the doorway with a towel and dry clothes in hand. You weren’t sure how long he’d been watching you, but you imagined it couldn’t have been too long.

“You have a very refined taste, Mr. Suh.” You smiled, raising your eyebrow in awe of the music filling the room.

His cheeks filled out as he grinned amusedly. He was now dry, wearing a pair of grey jogging bottoms that hung loosely from his hips and a white t-shirt. He walked towards you, not once breaking eye contact, before passing you the clothes from underneath his arm. You took them from him, enjoying his warm closeness as his fingers grazed yours and his lips came dangerously close to your ear.

“You sound surprised.” He whispered softly, lingering, before pulling back and looking you straight in the eyes.

This was the first time you’d been close enough to notice the intensity of his eyes. So close. They were piercing brown chocolate with thick black pupils that instantly made your mouth go dry. Wet strands lay flat atop his head, sticking to his skin as drops of water rolled timidly down his sun-kissed cheeks.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

You gulped. “Hm?”

“Adagietto. This piece of music.”

His breath was hot against your cold, wet cheek as you listened carefully to each word and syllable. Your heart was pounding wildly against your ribcage as heat pooled in your lower abdomen and between your legs and for a second, you forgot about the discomfort of wet clothes against your skin.

“One of my favourites.” You whispered, lowering your eyes to his lips, watching intently as his tongue slipped between them and wetted the deep pink flesh.

Suddenly, the closeness of his body was gone and he’d created a lonely space between you both. A pang of disappointment surged through you, and you felt the chill of your wet clothes immediately.

“You’re shaking. You should get dry.”

Your mouth fell open as you tried to speak, yet no words came out. Your mind was still paralyzed by the previous moments that had occurred and as if sensing your problem, Johnny quickly continued.

“Bathroom’s first door on the right at the top of the stairs.” He smiled. “You’re welcome to use the shower.”

You clutched the clothes close to your chest, appreciative of his kindness. “Thank you.”

Closing your eyes as you reveled in the heat of the water as it wrapped around you, steam filling the entire bathroom. For a moment, you completely forgot where you were. You forgot that you were in a stranger’s house, using his shower, shower gels, towel, and clothes… Although he wasn’t a total stranger, he was pretty famous. 

You were surprised at how relaxed you felt and let the thought pass, grabbing the towel from the side and drying yourself before reaching for what he’d provided you. You instinctively brought the cotton t-shirt to your nose and inhaled softly, letting his unfamiliar scent fill your lungs and haze your mind. It was a mixture of faint citrus, wood and musk, and you imagined that he wore something like Versace Eau, a common favorite for modern men. 

You slipped the oversized t-shirt over your refreshed body, the hem falling just below your butt, covering enough of your modesty to be in someone else’s presence. Though you still couldn’t help but feel a little bare as you left your underwear on the radiator and a bit air-washed between your legs as you made your way down the stairs.

Peering through the living room doorway, you saw Johnny sprawled out on the sofa, arms behind his head and legs up on the armrest. His attention was focused on the TV in front, a great contrast to the previous sounds you’d heard in that room. His t-shirt had ridden up, revealing a band of skin just above the waistband of his joggers. You felt your mouth begin to dry again as you marveled at him in quiet admiration. You coughed, startling him from his quiet world.

“Hey!” He smiled. “Everything okay?”

“Yes, thank you.” You replied. “Although do you expect me to wander around with nothing on my legs?” You smirked, watching as his eyes subconsciously flickered up and down your bare skin.

“Would you like me to get you some more clothes to put on?”

Your stomach clenched as his eyes continued to wander, making no effort to hide their bold assault. He was amused, you could tell. He lifted his body from its relaxed position and got to his feet, not saying a word as he swiftly slid past you and made his way up the stairs. 

The rain continued to beat down on the tall bay windows, hypnotizing you as you watched droplets spiral and fall in all sorts of patterns and directions. You turned at the hearing of footsteps approaching and were met with Johnny standing a few feet before you, holding up a tiny pair of Calvin Klein boxer briefs.

“Here,” he threw them at you, grinning like a child as you studied them in your hands.

“You've got to be kidding me!” You laughed, though feeling somewhat aroused as you kept studying the front and noticed the stretched elastic.

“Why? What’s wrong with them?”

“Do these even fit you?!”

“Just about.” He smirked, taking a few steps towards you and taking them from your grasp. “I’m kidding. I got you these.” He brought a pair of folded joggers from behind his back and handed them to you.

“Better.” You smiled. “Turn around.”

He did as he was told and you quickly slipped the soft cotton over your legs, drawing the string tightly at the waist. They were far too big, but they’d do. Much better than the nightmare vision that you’d had of yourself in the briefs.

“You can turn back around now.”

“Thank you.” You could hear the amusement in Johnny’s voice as he turned to face you. “Are you still cold?”

“No. Why?”

He grinned and his eyes momentarily slipped downwards, pulling your attention with them. You clasped your hands across your chest as you noticed your nipples poking through the thin cotton, completely embarrassed that you’d exposed yourself to him in that way.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind.” He smirked, before taking his place back on the sofa. “Come sit with me, okay?”

You took a few calm breaths in an attempt to dissolve the burning in your cheeks, before taking a seat on the opposite end of the sofa, now very aware of your body’s response to being in his presence.

As the third episode of the series began to play, you noticed that the sun had broken through the clouds and the rain had reduced to an unthreatening drizzle. You began to shift in your seat as you thought about leaving, and you could feel Johnny’s eyes now on you.

“Going somewhere?”

You turned to face him and were met with a delicious half-smile and glimmering eyes. “As lovely as your kind hospitality has been, the rain is stopping.”

“And?”

“And we agreed that I would leave once the rain had subsided.”

Johnny lifted his head from his hands and shuffled so he was now sitting upright with one hand casually leaning over the top of the sofa and the other in his lap.

“Do you want to leave?”

Your pulse began to accelerate while thinking about how to answer his forthright question. Did I want to leave? ‘No’ was the simple answer. You’d enjoyed his company and were more than thankful for the shower and dry clothes, but there was part of you that still felt like you’d intruded on him and his life.

“I’ve stolen enough of your time.” You laughed a bit awkwardly, getting to your feet. “I’m sure you can think of better ways to spend a lazy Sunday!”

You felt a hand tug on your wrist and spun around. You were face to face, closer than before. His grip on your wrist was tight and desperate, but not painful. You swallowed harshly as your skin heated rapidly, feeling his grip slowly loosen until your wrist fell limply at your side.

“Stay.” He murmured, lowering his head so that your eyes were almost level. His other hand reached around the side of your waist, touching the cotton-covered skin ever so lightly that you had to look down to make sure that you weren’t imagining things. “I want you to stay.”

You let your eyelids flutter shut as his lips neared yours, nudging his nose gently on yours as a shaky breath fell from his parted lips. You inhaled deeply, finding his hand on your waist with your own and holding it close, drawing yourself in, before his lips covered yours in a single soft kiss.

He pulled away slightly and you opened your eyes up to his, searching them frantically with anticipation. His lips twitched upwards into a smirk and were soon on yours once again, harder this time, carefully pushing your lips apart with his tongue to see yours.

“Clothes are still wet anyway.” He muttered breathlessly against your lips, and you hummed quizzically. “I turned the radiator off.”

He grinned as you slapped his arm playfully, before pulling him in for another deep kiss. You wanted him, your body wanted him. Your nipples were hard and you could feel yourself dampening between your legs as his lips and tongue continued to roam your mouth skilfully. His hands came up to your breasts, massaging them, pressing the flats of his palms against your aching nipples. You were desperate for more as he toyed and teased you, lips now descending along your jaw. His hands slipped beneath the t-shirt you had on, pushing the material up your torso until your breasts were exposed to his hungry eyes. His thumbs flicked over the hard nubs, back and forth, and before you knew it, his lips were around your right nipple, and then the other. He alternated between the two of them, sucking, swirling, grazing his teeth until you could feel each of his careful movements in your groin. 

He kissed his way back up to your lips and you grabbed his hips and pulled him against you, desperate to feel every part of him. As you pressed your crotch against him, you felt his dick beginning to stir beneath the soft material of his joggers, gradually growing and hardening. His hand slipped between you two and cupped over your joggers between your legs, applying firm pressure as he rubbed his palm slowly against you. A soft moan broke out from your lips as he continued teasing you, hips instinctively rocking back and forth against his palm. With his other hand, he pulled the tie of your joggers free, before removing his hand from between your legs and slipping it inside. 

His warm fingers massaged your abdomen for a moment, gradually dipping lower and lower, teasing your skin, before his middle finger curled and found the very top of your already swollen clit. You knew you were wet, just as much as he did. His finger slowly circled the excited bundle of nerves as he kept kissing you, smirking each time you moaned and shuddered against him. 

“Looks like those clothes upstairs aren’t the only ones that are wet.”

You laughed breathlessly as his finger dipped further between your legs until the very tip was inside of you, carefully teasing your sensitive cunt. Your knees threatened to buckle but his other hand was wrapped tightly around your lower back supporting the majority of your weight. You wanted to cum but also needed more from him, so you pushed the joggers from your hips and they swiftly pooled at your ankles, giving Johnny better access. He dragged his middle finger upwards and back to your clit, spreading your arousal all over your folds. His lips parted from yours, as his fingers dis from between your legs. Your lids were heavy and muscles tight, desperate for release. Johnny swept his finger across the top of your thigh, smirking as he silently let you know how aroused you were.

“Let’s get you upstairs.”

Along the way, you managed to get rid of your t-shirt as you stumbled playfully up the stairs, and now stood completely exposed before Johnny, who still had all of his clothes on. You felt somewhat vulnerable, yet overwhelmingly excited. His eyes traced each of your curves, bringing your nipples to hard peaks once more.

“You're perfect.” Johnny’s voice was soft as he slowly made his way towards you until you could feel the heat radiating from his own body. You blushed and his hands skimmed your waist, up to your breasts, and back down past your hips, just as his eyes had done only moments ago. 

“Lie back.” He spoke a quiet command as he nodded towards the bed, and you felt compelled to follow his words. Stepping backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed, you sat down. Johnny walked over to the drawer on the side of his bed and pulled it open, followed by the opening of something else.

“What’s in there?” You asked, watching as he moved some things to the side and pulled out a condom.

He dropped the metallic wrapper on the floor and looked at you with a smirk. “A few things.”

Your excitement soared with arousal and anticipation as your eyes flicked between the condom and the box in the drawer. “Like…”

He pulled his plump lower lip between his teeth, enclosing his hand over something before shutting the drawer and slipping his hand into his pocket. Curiosity burned inside of you as you wondered what was in the box tucked away in his bedside drawer, but your mind was instantly hauled elsewhere as Johnny settled himself between your legs and carefully placed your knees on either side of his neck.

“Comfortable?” He smirked, running his hands up the insides of your thighs. You nodded, unable to take your eyes off of him as he leaned forwards and buried his face between your legs. 

The warmth and wetness of his tongue felt exquisite as he circled your clit a few times, before slowly dragging his tongue all over your slit. Your whole body shuddered as he repeated this pattern once, twice… you just lost count after that, letting pleasure consume your entire being. You shut your eyes and sunk your head into the pillow, winding your left hand through his hair as your right paid attention to your breasts. The next thing you knew, Johnny was propped against your side kissing you, allowing you to taste yourself as his hand wandered over your stomach and breasts. 

You were so caught up in your own world of pleasure that didn’t notice his hand leaving your skin until a soft buzzing filled the air and something cool and vibrating began circling your nipples. Your eyes snapped open and immediately glanced downwards to the small, black bullet that had replaced his hands. Your eyes went to Johnny, who was smirking as he watched your reaction with intent satisfaction.

“I’d always wanted to use this on somebody.” Your body tensed as he lazily ran it down the center of your body, bringing chills to each area of skin that it'd graced. “How does it feel?”

You whimpered as he circled it around your navel, spreading your legs slightly further apart as preparing yourself. “Good.” Your voice cracked as he continued his descent until he was right above where you needed him to be. Raising your hips slightly and exhaling sharply as the vibrations ran through your groin, gripping onto his wrist as you urged him lower. Very slowly, he pressed the tip of the vibrator against the very top of your clit and held it there for a few moments.

“Johnny...” You whispered, followed by a quiet whimper of satisfaction.

“Hm?” He began circling the bullet around your clit.

“Oh, my God. Yes, right there!” You encouraged him, lifting your head from the bed to kiss his full and swollen lips.

He alternated between gentle and firm pressure, keeping you on your toes, although you knew that you wouldn’t be able to last much longer. It felt heavenly. You’d used a vibrator before, but having someone else doing it took you to a whole other world. With Johnny’s tongue playing against yours and the sharp vibrations between your legs, you couldn't help but surrender yourself to him, cumming so hard that you felt you were about to melt right then and there. With the click of a button, the vibrations came to a halt and it was only the sound of your heavy breathing filling the room. Johnny continued kissing you softly while he kept the bullet on you, rubbing it back and forth gently until your body had stilled and your breathing calmed.

Grasping at his waist you pulled him on top of you, so his hips were resting between your thighs. His face was flushed and his cock rock hard against you, and quickly hauled his t-shirt over his head and discarded it aimlessly to the floor below. He knelt back and pushed his joggers from his hips and over his erection until they were on the floor as well.

He looked absolutely incredible. His body was toned, with broad shoulders and also muscular arms. His large and thick cock stood readily away from his body, curling upwards towards his stomach, lined with a small trail of hair that lead down to his neatly trimmed pubic hair. You reached forward and stroked your fingers along the underside of his thick shaft, before reaching the head and delicately running your thumb along the wet slit. Johnny let out a sharp breath as it twitched beneath your touch. 

Desperate to taste him, you shifted to your knees and leaned forward, holding his dick steadily in your hand as you kissed all around his groin and thighs. Small hairs tickled your lips and cheeks as you teased him, before finally moving your lips to the base of his shaft. Flicking your tongue between his balls, you licked from base to tip, before wrapping your lips around the head of his penis and sucking lightly. His flesh was hot and slightly salty, and feeling him swell and pulse in your mouth turned you on almost as much as all he had just done. His hand came to the side of your face and gathered your loose hair, holding it back behind your head, presumably for your ease and for him to watch. With your right hand, you began to gently massage his balls, flicking and swirling your tongue over his sensitive tip.

You flicked up your eyes to Johnny, who was smirking down at you. You slid your lips from him and licked the length of his shaft once more, keeping your eyes on his.

“Fuck! You're amazing, but I’m not sure I’ll last much longer if you keep at it.” The weight of his body pushed you down to the sheets as he grabbed the condom and placed a knee on either side of you.

“How do you want me to take you?” He whispered seductively into your ear, sliding his hand between your thighs. You hummed in satisfaction as feeling his dick hot and hard against your thigh.

“Like this.”

He smirked against your ear before grazing his lips along your cheek. “Good. I was hoping for you to say that.”

You ran your hands from his waist to his shoulder blades, feeling them flex beneath your palms as he came down on his elbows and positioned himself.

“Why?”

He shifted his weight to his left elbow and took his shaft in his other hand, slowly running it back and forth over your slit. Your lips met and you couldn’t help but raise your hips in desperation to his tease. “Because I want to see your face.”

You gasped as he slowly began to ease himself in, stretching you to his girth. With your legs on the inside of his, the pressure was even more intense than if they were around his waist. You gripped his arms as he slid himself the rest of the way inside you until your stomachs were touching, and his hair tickled your forehead.

“You’re so fucking tight and wet.” He breathed, withdrawing his hips and thrusting into you once more.

You gasped for air as each nerve-ending sparked, clenching your muscles as you drew him in. A strained groan escaped his throat as your muscles continued contracting around him. He was taking things slow, making sure you felt him all and that the head of his dick was rubbing against your G-spot each time he pulled back, which was creating the most intense pressure deep within your abdomen. You could have sworn you were in heaven, completely oblivious to everything except Johnny and how incredible he was making you feel. 

You moved your hands to his backside and pulled him in, enjoying the hard flex of his tight muscles beneath your hands. His pace increased, investing the entirety of his weight into each thrust, which was now becoming hard and fast. His hips crashed down your own as he began to lose his composure, and his carnal instincts burned strong, maneuvering your knee so he could hitch your leg high around his waist and achieve a deeper penetration. You cried out as he held your thigh to your chest, moving your hands frantically as you searched for something to grip on. He let go of your thigh and quickly held your hand above your head, keeping his rhythm as your fingers laced and you squeezed his tightly. You knew that you were going to cum again. Johnny had worked your body up somewhat marvelously and like a tight elastic band, it was only a matter of time before it snapped.

“I’m close.” he panted, suddenly reducing his movements to a slow grinding, similar to how he’d begun.

Sliding your hands between your bodies, you began to play with your clit, feeling yourself tighten around him as you reached your own climax. Johnny smirked as he watched you, keeping his pace slow and deliberate as he delayed his orgasm. “I want to feel you come around me.”

He continued to roll his hips slowly, sweat forming on his forehead as shaky breaths escaped from his lips. Within moments your entire body was trembling in ecstasy as you cried out his name over and over again. The spasms of your tight cunt brought on his own climax, and he came above you with his eyes squeezed shut and lower lip trapped between his teeth.

“Wow.” Johnny’s low voice broke the silence that had ensued for the past moments as you both lay there in silent awe. Your eyes were still shut as you reveled in the hazy aftermath, but you felt the bed move as Johnny propped himself on his elbow and slid his other hand over your abdomen. His fingers were warm and gentle and you sighed before slowly opening your eyes. Bright sunlight poured through the windows and you guessed the sun was already setting.

“What time is it?”

“6:45” he replied.

You wanted nothing more than to shut your eyes and fall back into that blissful half-sleep, but you knew you had to leave. You still had work to prepare for the next morning. You sighed sitting up and trying to bring yourself back to reality. Johnny was watching you with a lazy smile, his nude body outstretched atop the white sheets. So fucking tempting…

“I really do have to go this time.” You smiled, getting to your feet.

Feeling your legs like jelly, you pulled the blanket from the edge of the bed and wrapped it around your body, before making your way to the radiator where you had left your clothes. They were still slightly damp, but wearable, and you slipped your underwear on and pulled your dress over your head, followed by your cardigan. Johnny appeared at the door startling you, his joggers were back on, but his torso was still bare, glistening slightly with a cool sheen of moisture.

“Do you insist on making me startle every time you enter a room?” You laughed.

He grinned. “Sorry. I just wanted to make sure your clothes were dry.”

“They’re a little damp, but nothing unbearable.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to borrow something of mine? I have some things that would look excellent on you.”

You smirked at his joke. “I’m sure I’ll manage just fine in these, but thanks for the offer.” As you reached the front door, you turned to face him.

“Thank you again for your hospitality.” You said grinning at him, feeling your cheeks burn. He was amused... again. “I need to stop amusing you like this.”

He grinned back at you. “I like you amusing me.”

You stood there staring at each other, and just as you went to turn back towards the door, Johnny spoke once again.

“What are you doing tomorrow?”

“I’m working.”

“Until…”

“Until 6:00 pm.”

“Okay, and after that?”

You thought for a moment while scanning your mental agenda, biting your lower lip. “Going home, I guess.”

“I think you should come here tomorrow after work.”

You were shocked by his proposal. “And why do think that?”

He grinned. “I’d quite like to cook for you.”

Your pulse began to race as he looked you straight in the eye and you couldn't help but reciprocate his contagious smile. "Okay."

“Great.” He reached over to the table situated behind him and grabbed his cell phone from the top. “I’m going to need the name and the address of your work place, and your number might be helpful as well.”

You raised an eyebrow curiously. “Why do you need to know my work address?”

“Because I’m going to pick you up from work, of course.”

You found yourself grinning at him again as you took the cell phone from his hand and registered your number and the other relevant details he asked for, before handing it back to him.

“Thank you.” He smiled as he unlocked the door for you to leave before giving you an innocent kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Within five minutes of leaving, you received a text from an unknown number.

“I’m looking forward to seeing you tomorrow. I’ll be outside at 6:00. J.S.”

Truth be told... you couldn’t wait to see him again.

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Hey Cheesus!! Just wanted to say I loved the South post, I absolutely adore seeing brazilian culture getting more recognition, and Y/N making feijoada???? A dream come true for real (also, maybe she would make him brigadeiros as well? It's soooo good and very easy to make, everyone loves it!)

I'd like to know what are your thoughts on how the boys would react if Y/N started making more brazilian foods for them as well, to settle their jealousy!

(Also, about the translation, "meu pequeno anjo" is correct! But, if you want to, you could also use "anjinho", which is a more informal and affectionate way of saying it! "Meu pequeno anjo" can be a mouthfull, so "anjinho" is usually what we use around here!)

Anonymous asked: As a brazilian this is my time to shine!!! us brazilians love to talk about our country, so I just know south would make Coxinha for you and show you some sertanejo songs <3 btw instead of "pequeno anjo" is better if u use "anjinho", both are right it's just that the second way makes more sense :)

asdhasdaj hello from the other side of the world! its mindblowing to me that we all somehow ended up here even though physically we're so far away! glad to here yall liked that fic, here's a little follow-up, it's been a long time coming :) (and thank you for the language tips!) as usual its 5.30am here so i will edit this tomorrow ;-;

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Recommended Reading: A Time Long Past; A Friend In Me Chapter 1

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The Dawn that A New Day Brings

They were a little more misshapen than he had initially thought South had to admit, looking back down at the enormous bento box filled with neat rows of coxinha that once more saw the light of day as you ever so gently pried open the lid with small, fragile hands, the too-large box balanced carefully on your tiny lap. The comforting snack he remembered chowing down on back in a simpler time had turned out a lot flatter than what he had originally envisioned and what they really should be - looking much like burger patties instead of its supposed signature teardrop shape. But you didn't seem to even notice the odd, uneven shapes or the slightly burnt surfaces, your stomach letting out an impatient grumble as you excitedly reached out for one, only to pause right before your fingers made contact, turning those adorable doe eyes back up at him. “Are these really for me?”

The giant of a man could only laugh at your eagerness, reaching up to gingerly grind his knuckles into your hair, which earned him a quick swat of your hand and a giggled ‘stop that!’. How someone as kind, as innocent as you could exist alongside monsters, murderers like him was a question South could only wonder about, though no one would find him complaining - you never did like when he referred to himself as anything but your friend. “If you can finish them all anjinho, then yes.”

You smacked him again, this time on his arm, your bright laughter bursting forth from soft lips. “Cheeky! You know what I meant.”

It was one of those rare afternoons that had been marked as empty on your schedule for one reason or another that South couldn’t care about, and the weather despite it being the middle of summer was surprisingly pleasant - there had been a light drizzle earlier in the afternoon that threatened the lunch he had been eagerly awaiting for the past two weeks, though it had cleared up into a cloudless sky. From just round the corner came floating the sounds of chattering and games, though the rest of your schoolmates knew well to keep clear of the secluded, silent backyard no matter how much the extra space would be welcomed; even before the arrival of your latest pet delinquent or so the rumors went, the school yard had always been the territory of gangs. 

But all he could focus on in the moment was you: watching as you struggled to twist your body with the relatively enormous lunch box still balanced on your lap, his hand stabilizing the box as you did, your tongue sticking out the corner of your mouth in concentration as you attempted to grab your school bag from beside him where it was resting on the bench. How he could easily snap your back in two with one hand, crush your delicate wrist as you reached over him - but it was only you who had ever gotten away with so much, with your songbird voice that twinkled like bells when you laughed and lifted his mood. His little angel indeed. 

Finally managing to haul what looked like a bento box out, the lid to your box was carefully open. The intoxicating smell of seafood and coconut instantly burst forth into the open air, the sheer tantalizing aroma catching even South off guard as you revealed the familiar sight of yellow paste topped with shrimp and contrasted with the bright green of fresh cilantro. “Here! I made vatapá the other day for my friends, so I kept some of the paste for you!”

As if on cue, a loud growl called out from the delinquent’s stomach, as it always did when faced with your cooking, though your friend barely flinched in the face of your suppressed giggles - if it had been anyone else, they would have already found themselves at the business end of his fist. But for you, all that happened was your muffled laughter quickly escalating into full-blown laughter when his finger found your sides in precise jabs, his lip quirking up in amusement. “Is it that funny?”

“A-ah, stop that!” Was all you managed to breathe out between your guffaws. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“That’s what I thought,” South huffed, though there wasn’t a hint of malice in his voice, finally letting up for you to catch your breaths.

“You’re a big meanie, you know that?” But you still offered him the box anyway, which he gladly accepted, quickly digging in without much encouragement. He couldn’t remember feeling this happy since his childhood days; you filled that hole in his heart that fighting could never. 

So why couldn’t he keep you all to himself? Why did he let you get away? And most importantly, why did he let those Tokyo Manji bastards keep taking you away from him?

Lunch passed in relative peace, South wolfing down every bit of shrimp coconut skew and fragrant rice while you giggled at the vigor, gingerly blowing and nibbling on coxinha, the shade of the old tree keeping the sun out of yours and his eyes. And as your lunch break came into a close much quicker than either of you expected, boxes were reluctantly packed away, with the last of the coxinha that you had begged out of polished off by him, the gears in his head still turning as they had for the past week or two, staring at you unblinkingly with those harsh yellow eyes. “Thanks for the wonderful lunch,” you beamed up at him adorably, unafraid, uncaring maybe of his intense look, the brown paper bag you carried everywhere already clutched between your two hands as you made to turn away. “It was good to see you again Minami.”

This was it. This was the last chance he would have in a long time, if not ever - catching someone like you without laying a finger on your tender flesh wouldn’t be difficult, not in the slightest. You were naive, gullible to a fault. An innocent creature by any stretch, but alas your beloved friends that followed you everywhere were not. “Before you go,” he started, and you paused, cocking your head in confusion.

“What’s up?” Ah, those doe eyes, almost shimmering in the sunlight; he couldn’t wait till they were only his to enjoy.

“Nothing much anjinho, but if you have some time I want to show you my new bike.” There was no lie in that, he really did just get his hands on one; you were the sole individual he never felt comfortable lying to. And watching your face light up, it seemed that was the right decision as you quickly agreed without a second thought; taking his offered hand as he gently led you out towards the front of your school.

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Baji sighed again, bronze eyes scanning the flood of students flowing back and dispersing into the various classrooms from where he was leaned against outside yours. It was five minutes till your class started, and you still had yet to return from lunch. A highly unusual occurrence in itself, given you were hardly, if ever, late for class. Not with the emphasis you had on your studies or grades or whatever it was he didn’t.

He had been against this from the start, would be what he reminded the rest when this little experiment goes horribly wrong. Leaving you even one lunch free to do as you please without their supervision; it was supposed to be a simple test if you could obey their explicit instructions to you. Stay away from South Terano.

You knew how your Toman friends felt - you knew how Baji felt - about you talking to people outside of them, let alone your engrossment with someone as dangerous and unhinged as South. They were right: you couldn’t be trusted with your own safety. Mikey and Kazutora had been pissed to hell and back that day, and it wasn’t as if Baji could disagree with their conclusion of killing the delinquent and be done with it despite Draken, Mitsuya and Pah’s vehement opposition. He didn’t want to lose you or a slightest bit of your affection. They should be the only ones in your life, with all that you mean to them and they to you, keeping you safe and protected.

Letting out a second sigh, the black-haired boy’s sharp ears didn’t fail to miss what seemed like interesting mumbles drifting out from the crowd, dangerously narrowed eyes quickly zeroing in on one unlucky boy - he recognised this one. A classmate of yours that Baji vaguely remembered kicking the shit out for once passing a tad too close to your desk for comfort. “Hey.” A quick grab and yank, and the unfortunate soul was face-to-face with a ticked-off and visibly irate Toman’s First Division Captain. “Care to repeat what you were saying?” It wasn’t a question.

But in a surprising twist, your classmate didn’t instantly break down into a mess like so many had before, far from it, instead looking Baji up and down with a critical eye. Seemingly having come to a decision, as if making up his mind that dealing with Toman no matter how painful was somehow the lesser of two evils. And out spilled the repeated rumor: you had been seen walking off campus hand in hand with an impossibly tall guy with tattoos that ran down his face, and you hadn’t been seen since.

South. You failed.

And then his phone went off. Mitsuya’s spotted you, and it wasn’t within the school compound.

Letting out a strong curse that had the whistleblower jumping slightly, Baji raced down the empty school corridor.

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“SOUTH!”

It was supposed to be a pleasant afternoon; they could vaguely remember the weatherman's earlier forecast of cloudy skies and cool temperatures from a few days' earlier that you had been extremely excited for. Even the dawn that the new day had brought, which they knew you had watched fondly from your small kitchen window like you always did, nursing a hot cup of tea, had been nothing but promising; the pastel pink sky that emerged out of the dark night together with the streaks of morning sun bursting over the horizon never failed to make their day. Yet here they were.

At the roar of the familiar voice, you stopped in your tracks just a block away from the gates to your school, turning around to look with pinched eyebrows. “Mikey?”

And down the road they came, your six Toman friends screeching to a halt just mere meters away from where you were, your hand still delicately gripped within a treacherous larger hand. “Get away from him,” the Toman President ordered, those haunting abyss eyes fixed on South’s yellow ones, white-knuckled fists clenched tightly by his sides, his face black with rage as Draken stepped forward, as if to gesture for you to return to them despite no further movements from him. An insult, a spit to their faces was what this was - the absolute gull of this scum to make his way into the heart of Toman’s territory to try and steal you away from them. And you playing along like it meant nothing; this sheer audacity couldn’t go unpunished. The world fell silent, still, waiting with bated breath.

You glanced hesitantly between your friends, the confusion and uncertainty clear in those doe eyes. What was going, it was clear you weren’t sure - certainly you knew your friends had always been protective of you, but this? This was a bit extreme, was it not? Yet before you could reply, you were instantly pushed behind a much larger figure, South stepping in front of you to grin down at the group in front of him. “Looking for me?”

“Minami’s just trying to-”

“This is kidnapping,” Baji gritted out through his teeth, and you flinched when those sharpened bronze eyes flickered over to you, though that didn’t stop the thoughts from racing through your head. Kidnapping? “You’re taking her against her will.”

You tried once more to explain. “No Baji, he’s trying to-”

“She’s coming with me freely,” South interrupted, the smirk on his face only seeming to grow as curses were instantly spat out at him. He knew what you meant to them, of course he did, having to watch day in and day out from a distance as you lavished your love on ‘your boys’, as you affectionately termed them. No more - your attention was now his.

But there was no doubt this Tokyo Manji Gang would let you go without a fight.

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Turning to look at you straight for the first time, Mikey narrowed his eyes, and you gulped. “Come. Here.” You really were in deep trouble this time.

“Okay Mikey,” you whispered, releasing your hand from South’s, taking a step towards the awaiting arms of Draken. You had hoped they wouldn’t be too angry if you kept just the one friend, but unfortunately that didn’t seem to be the case. But unlike the gentle hold that the giant of a delinquent had gripped your hand just seconds ago, you instead found one that refused to release you, South only tightening his grip more and more as you tried in vain to pull away. You whirled around to look back at him. “Minami, let go!”

“Tell them you’re coming with me.” You were going to be his. South never wanted to hurt you in any way, his little anjinho - the last thing he wanted was for you to be scared of him. But if it took intimidating you a little for you to never leave his side, then it was the way things would be. “Tell them.”

“I have to - ow!” His clutch only grew stronger, and you cried out. “Minami, you’re hurting me!”

In that heartbeat, the tension snapped, a blur of black flying to smash straight into one thick tattooed arm lifted straight in time, a flash of blond your only warning to duck as another smudge of yellow and black quickly followed with a punch aimed straight for South’s head.

Releasing you to protect himself, you were instantly yanked out of the way by two pairs of arms, sending you crashing backwards into a strong chest, your unhurt hand instinctively lifting to cradle your quickly bruising wrist, yellow and green marks in the shape of a hand imprinted into your soft skin. “Does it hurt?” Pah mumbled, one careful finger brushing against the area only to hastily retreat when you winced in response. “You need to go to the doctor.”

But your attention was somewhere else, your gaze fixed on your three friends brawling unrestrained. Baji was fast, arm snapping out to hold you back as you attempted a break from Draken. “No, stop it! Don’t fight!”

“You need a doctor,” the black-haired boy tried to convince you, but you were lost to the fight, the sight of Kazutora and Mikey and South out with the intention to kill too much for you to bear.

“Stop!” You cried out. It was all your fault, this mess you dragged everyone into. “Stop it!”

But all that the two Toman founders could hear was the pounding of unbridled jealousy and anger. This lesser animal, this unforgotten bastard trash; he had the audacity to lay a finger on you. Death. All would be resolved in blood. This was a death sentence.

‎

A moment of distraction, and you slipped from Draken. 

The punches and kicks were coming, too fast, too strong to pull back at such a short notice as you came skidding between Mikey and South. Both fists slammed straight into you at full strength, wide eyes meeting yours for a single breath.

The world breathed. A loud bang, the sound of flesh hitting flesh as you disappeared from their view, and all they could hear was a painful wheeze followed by a thud. Your unmoving body kneeling over from where you had slammed against the crusted wall of an apartment block, falling face down onto the concrete. 

And then chaos, the wail of your name raising the hair on the back of their necks as Kazutora rushed over to you, followed by a stampede of the other Toman’s founders hurtling over to you. What had they done? No, it couldn’t be them - they would never hurt you. What had South done? 

‎

“You- you hit her,” Mikey swallowed, the rage behind those empty eyes that diminished for a moment instantly reigniting, burning stronger than ever. “You hit her.”

“It was you,” South retorted, a similar anger that lit his own pair meeting Mikey’s. “I would never.” But his words fell on deaf ears, and the temperature seemed to drop. A blink, and the behemoth of a delinquent had just barely enough time to catch the roundhouse kick blasted at his neck, though the impact was enough to push him back. 

“I’ll kill you. I’ll fucking kill you.” A threat - no, a promise - whispered, the Tokyo Manji Gang’s president’s shadow seeming to grow with every repeat. 

“She’s still breathing,” Mitsuya let out a shaky breath, those few words somehow breaking through the cacophony of cries as Kazutora had to be wrestled away from shaking you any further, Baji already on the phone with what seemed like emergency services.

Draken turned his gaze to Mikey. "Snap out of it, Mikey! She's unconscious!" This wasn’t the time for a fight, especially not with the piercing screech of police sirens in the near distance. You needed all of them if you were going to pull through.

“Get her to the hospital,” came the order, the other not once turning his back on the visibly enraged South to spare you a glance as both lowered into fighting stances. “I’m finishing this.”

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #yandere tokyo revengers x reader #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere kazutora #yandere baji #yandere mikey #mikey #keisuke baji #hanemiya kazutora #kazutora #mikey x reader #baji x reader #kazutora x reader #south terano #terano minami #south terano x reader #yandere south #yandere south terano #sano manjiro #cheesus answers #yandere platonic toman

[withahappyrefrain]

okay so we’re all attracted to Peter who’s good with kids but what about peter being in awe of reader who’s good with kids and his breeding kink is ACTIVATED

Omg yes I love everything about this. 16+, suggestive

"Babe, should we get penne or rigatoni? They look the same is there even a difference?" Peter asked, holding up the two boxes of pasta.

Normally, your eyes would be on Peter.

But somehow, in the midst of all the chaos and chatter of the grocery store, your eyes zoned in on one thing. Or one person.

A little girl. She couldn't have been older than four. By the way she was clinging onto her stuffed bunny as she looked around the store, her bottom lip jutting out, one thing was clear.

She was lost.

You made your way towards her slowly, offering her what you hoped was a comforting smile. The girl looked down at the ground, clinging onto her stuffed animal.

You crouched down so you were at eye level with her, "Hey dear. I'm Miss Y/N. What's your name?"

"Emily."

"Emily, are you lost?"

The girl looked up at you, tears welling up in her big eyes as she nodded her head, "I can't find mommy."

"Sometime's that happens. Why don't we go to the cash register? They can let your mommy know that you're there," You explained.

"How? I dunno where mommy is." The way she asked this in all sincerity simultaneously broke your heart as well as made you want to giggle. You were able to avoid doing the latter, not wanting to stress the child out.

"Well Emily, they have a microphone and they can say into the microphone that you're here," you told her, "Do you and....what's your bunny's name?"

"Mr. Snuffles."

You smiled, "What a wonderful name! Did you name him all by yourself?"

A small smile appeared on the little girl's face as she nodded her head, "His name is Mr. Snuffles because bunny's noses move a lot! Like they're about to sneeze!"

"They do! I think you picked the perfect name for him. Would you and Mr. Snuffles like to come with me to the cashier so we can find your mommy?"

Emily nodded her head, grabbing your hand. As you two walked, you went past Peter, who was looking at you with a lovesick expression.

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After making an announcement over the store's PA, Emily was quickly reunited with her mom. You received many thank you's from her and Emily, who gave you a hug before leaving.

As you waved goodbye to your new friend, Peter wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close to his body.

"You're gonna be a great mom," He whispered, pressing his lips against your forehead.

"It was nothing," You shrugged, trying to ignore the heat his comment had sent throughout your body.

"I mean it." Peter's voice was now low. The hand he had on your waist was getting dangerously close to your ass. You tilted your head back to see him looking at you, his bottom lip pulled by his teeth.

Which meant one thing.

"Peter, are you turned on by me rescuing a kid?" You whispered, not wanting nearby shoppers to hear that sentence with zero context.

"I just saw how amazing my fiancé is with children. I think it's only natural I now want to go home and practice the art of reproduction." He pulled your hips closer to his, allowing you to feel the bulge forming on his pants.

"Can you keep it in your pants until we're done with grocery shopping?" You were trying to ignore the kisses Peter was playing on your jawline. To onlookers, it looked like a very sweet display of affection.

But you knew exactly what he was trying to do. And fuck, it was working.

"If we go home right now, you gotta order the groceries this time. Not me," You told him. You weren't going to pass up the chance to fuck like animals with your fiancé. You also weren't going to do another week of take-out.

"Deal," He growled in your ear, "Now let's go home and practice."

#my writing #peter parker oneshot #peter parker drabble #peter parker imagine #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x reader #tasm peter x you #tasm!spiderman x reader #tasm peter x reader #tasm!peter imagine #tasm!peter x you #tasm!peter parker x reader #tasm!spiderman x you

[dearramiel]

Baby | Eddie Munson

✧ - During a walk late into the afternoon through Hawkins, you come across a small box with noise coming from within it.

↳ Just fluff, you and eddie adopt a kitt, brief scene of the kids fighting to hold the baby.

[Have some fluff before the angst comes, not to scare anyone :'>]

Your walks usually happened from 12:00P.M to around 1:30P.M, but getting distracted in the shops as you looked around for what to make for dinner led to it being well past 1:30P.M. It was 1:50P.M when you had made it back to the edge of the town, walking through an ally when suddenly a high pitch small cry grabbed your attention.

Startled by the sound, you stop walking, setting down your bags when you noticed the cardboard box in the distance. When you peer inside, your eyes widen.

-

It's not long before you make it to the trailer park, speed walking towards your boyfriends home, a place you had been sharing with him after your parents kicked you out. Looking down at him for being 20, and still in high school, while you were only 19 and still with no job. It wasn't hard to find a part time job, where you would be able to care for Eddie and Wayne, who needed the help more than your parents.

"It's okay, baby." You whisper, "We're almost there." Walking up to the porch, you noticed Eddie's van, which confused you but you quickly remembered that finals week usually had shortened schedules.

You felt a little reluctant to walk in, but the heavy bags weighing down and cutting your circulation had you quickly walking up the steps.

The loud chatter of the door being pushed open made you wince. You make it inside, carefully setting the bags on the floor.

What you don't expect is for Eddie to suddenly appear behind you, causing you to jump back.

"Hey babe." Eddie exclaims, that smile you loved on his face.

Clutching the blanket wrapped secret in your hands, the bottle falling to the floor.

"What is that?" He asked, confusion wiping his face clean. You stumble on your words as you reach to pick up the bottle on the floor, "uhm..".

"Uhm?" Eddie questioned stepping closer to what you had in your hands.

"You can't get mad at me.." you say, slowly showing him the sleeping kitten. Eddie's eyes widen.

"S'that a..?" He asked, pointing at it. You slowly nodded, looking down at it.

"I found him by a dumpster, cold, and hungry.." You whisper, "I can't believe how someone could do this to such an innocent little thing."

"I just couldn't leave him alone." You bring it closer to you. Eddie watches your face, he knew you wouldn't ever let it go.

-

When Wayne comes home, he hears chatter coming from within Eddie's room. He hadn't expected for a dozen kids to be fighting in his room.

"Oh he's so cute!" He hears a voice say, "How old is he?" "What's his name?" "It's my turn to hold him!" Confusion and shock written over his face, all he could think about was how he was kept from such a thing, though he does realize that every time he's home, you're usually asleep and Eddie is at a campaign or in office hours, making up grades before the next, and hopefully his final, semester in school starts.

He slowly makes his way towards Eddie's room, pushing the door open as he's steps away from everyone else.

"What's going on here?" He asks, looking as everyone jumped in surprise.

He turns to Dustin who is bottle feeding a tabby in his arms.

"Uncle Wayne!" Eddie says as he stands from the bed he was sat on, "Y/n found a cat, we're keeping him." He finished explaining.

Wayne looks at Eddie, and then you. You were sat right beside Dustin.

"Oh." He shakes his head, "I'm gonna head downtown." He needs to clear his head after that scare he gave himself.

You look over at Eddie and smile at him, ignoring the argument pursuing with Max, Robin, Steve, and Gareth for who gets to hold the little baby next. He smiles at you, sitting on the bed and wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson Fluff #Eddie Munson x Reader #Eddie Munson x Reader Fluff #Stranger things #stranger things fluff

[heroofshield]

Whumpcember Day Two- Sickness (Clintasha, G, No Warnings)

@whumpcember

In hindsight Clint should have seen it coming.

They were in Amsterdam, trying to ferret out an arms dealer, and it was his first time in the city. Normally he was able to understand the layout of a place pretty quickly, but for some reason struggled with the numerous bridges and bicycle friendly layout. He'd be minding his own business on the sidewalk and then a bike would appear out of nowhere, nearly clipping him in the process while acting like he was the problem.

Tired and fully in a bad mood, Clint decided to return to the safe house and pulled out the burner to text Natasha that he was on his way.

--

Natasha heard the door to the safe house open and walked into the main room, pausing when she saw Clint. "What happened?" she asked, taking in his sodden appearance.

Clint shivered as water continued to drip down him and puddle on the floor. Drawing his arms across his chest, he chattered out, "Fell into the water."

"I can see that...but why?"

"Because...this goddamn city and it's 'bike only' bridges that aren't clearly marked!" Clint felt his cheeks heat up with the frustration he still felt and tried not to shiver even more but it was hard.

"Why don't you dry off before you get sick and I'll find a back-up outfit." Natasha said, disappearing for a moment and reappearing with a towel outstretched towards him.

Clint took the towel and started to dry his hair off. As he finished, a sneezed escaped and they both froze. "It's a just a sneeze, doesn't mean anything." he sniffed while wrapping the semi-wet towel over his back.

"Yeah." Natasha nodded as Clint squeaked his way through the apartment towards the bathroom.

--

Clint tried to stifle another sneeze but failed. Reaching for the box of tissues, he grabbed one and blew his nose for what seemed like the thousandth time. Blowing his nose, he threw the tissue away and leaned back against the pillows-hating that he was sick.

Feeling his face burning, Clint grimaced slightly as he swallowed and felt his sore throat protest at the action. Closing his eyes, he tried to relax and rest while Natasha was out but couldn't. Letting out a huff, he slowly got up and shuffled into the bathroom-hoping that another hot shower would loosen some of the congestion.

Natasha let herself into the safe house and heard the sound of running water. Setting the bag on the table, she starting checking the surveillance recordings as the water stopped and after a minute the door opened.

"Feel better?" she asked, partially taking off the headphones and semi-concentrating she scrubbed through the audio feeds.

Clint let out a grunt which was followed by a cough.

"I got some soup."

There was a pause, followed by a sniff.

"Chicken noodle. Actually found a cafe that had pretty decent reviews of it. Luckily we're here on a day when they serve it."

The sound of shuffling drew nearer and Natasha spared a glance to see a slightly haggard looking Clint going for the bag on the table. Pausing the recording and fully taking off the headphones, she stood while saying, "And some ginger ale. The bubbles will help with the congestion. Or at least that's what the internet says. Later I'll make some hot lemonade and honey if you want it."

Clint opened the soup container and closed his eyes as the warm steam wafted towards him. "Thanks." he rumbled out before taking a small sip.

Natasha let a small smile appear and placed a comforting hand on his back. "You're welcome."

#whumpcember 2023 #clintasha #clint barton #natasha romanov #my writing