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shawnxstyles · 11 months

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we need a part two when they finish the project please

sweetheart (part 2)

warnings: smut; (f- receiving [fingering, clit stimulation], praise kink, protected sex, slight cock-warming, dirty talk), and tiny fluff

note: i’m soooo sorry i haven’t been as active. once june starts i’ll be able to write more and post more stories, but right now i’m super busy. i have a few fics right now that i’ve started, but haven’t gotten the chance to sit down and finish them. so for now, please accept this blurb 😖 sweetheart part 1

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you’ve always had a liking for school, in every aspect. unlike most people, you enjoyed doing homework and projects because it helped you understand the material you were learning. specifically, you adored science. you thought that the facts and what-ifs of the universe were fascinating, and you wouldn’t mind spending your whole life experimenting to discover new things. you absolutely loved chemistry and found it fun to analyze different equations to see what substance creates which reaction.

but right now, you’ve never hated science more.

peter is sitting on his computer typing away on the essay portion while you’re trying to focus on writing the poster. in all honesty, he gave you the easier job and you’re grateful, but you can’t seem to focus. not after he had his warm mouth on your pussy only two hours ago. every few moments, you would peek at peter’s fingers typing. you were getting so desperate to the point that each word he typed sent a tingle down your belly. when you two made light conversation, you swear his voice got a little deeper each time, and the rumbly rasp nearly sent you flying onto his lap.

“y/n, did you hear me?” you did not hear him.

“huh?” you blinked a few times, shaking all your dirty thoughts of his fingers from you. but they looked so rough and they moved so quickly, just like they did in you—

“are you okay?” no, you were not okay.

“uh, yeah, i’m fine,” you lied because you just wanted to finish the project, so peter could withhold his promise. that promise was the only thing getting you through this poster. there seemed to be a million facts and a lot of diagrams.

“what’d i say about lying?” peter asked with a head tilt and an octave-lower voice, his fingers halting on the keyboard. your heart skipped an erratic beat and your pencil dropped onto the poster paper.

“d-don’t do it.”

“good, you remembered,” he smirked subtly before typing away again. you take shallow breaths, wondering how he takes away your breath so easily.

the pulsing need of your clit and the burning of your stomach keep you from focusing. after ten minutes of hazily writing and sketching nonsense, you swallow your fear.

“peter, i was wondering if…we could take a break?” you suggested, pencil spinning around your anxious finger.

“sure, that sounds good,” he replies, but not the way you wanted him to. you watch as he saves his progress and closes his computer before walking around the kitchen island. he grabs two cups of water and hands one over to you when you appear at his side.

“oh, i’m not thirsty,” you smile to deny his offer.

“but you will be,” peter says nonchalantly before taking a smooth sip of his water. you feel the all-too familiar blush cascade across your neck as your eyes wander around the floor.

“are you all shy now? you didn’t seem to be when you were checking me out earlier,” peter taunts with a fake-innocent smile and places his glass on the counter. your eyes go wide for a moment, embarrassed that you were caught. “what? you didn’t think i saw you looking at me like you were going to jump on me? i know needy eyes when i see them, baby.”

the overwhelming heat of your skin fogs up your brain, making it impossible to focus on anything but the words leaving his lips. you’re silently begging him to touch you, to mend that ache in your cunt with his rough fingers. and hopefully, his cock. god, you want to see and feel his cock more than anything. you bet it would stretch you out for a whole week.

you swear you’re not normally like this.

“something’s on your mind,” peter observes with squinted eyes and a hand under his chin. “what is it?”

oh, just the idea of you fucking me into oblivion that’s all is what you wanted to say, but of course you didn’t. you mumbled out some gibberish that he couldn’t understand.

“i can’t hear you, sweetheart,” his words were so condescending, and in some twisted way, it turned you on so much.

“your promise,” you finally said, looking at his eyes. with each passing moment they grew from brown to shades darker.

“oh, i see,” peter tsks, “please, remind me what my promise was again? i seem to have forgotten.”

peter just loves games. especially the ones where he can feel your skin radiating fiery heat and watch your body squirm in its place. like he has all night, he’s been able to smell your arousal throughout the two hours you’ve been working. it utterly killed him to sit steady and type some scientific essay that wasn’t nearly as entertaining as your moans or ogasmic face. it was even worse knowing that you were just as desperate, but most likely didn’t want to interrupt your guys’ work time. what an angel you were.

but right now, peter’s never wanted to do more sinful things.

“you said…” how does he say such dirty words with ease? “you said we could continue what we were doing earlier.”

you lean your back against the counter, heart beating erratically in your chest as you try to remain cool. but your entire body was on fire and your clit was throbbing in your soaked underwear, so it was pretty difficult to stay focused.

“and what was that? use your words,” peter softly demands, licking his lips smugly. a never-ending heat cascades through your body, making your heart beat faster than ever. you breathe in, trying to get the courage to be so upfront.

“you said you would…fuck me,” you surprised yourself when you said the words. they sounded even bolder than you would have thought. every little moment he doesn’t say anything makes you think he’s just going to laugh at you. at this point, you think you’ve gone insane because you can no longer feel your heart beating. just the impending silence dangling between you two.

“good girl. now i remember,” peter smiles proudly and inches his way closer to you. his hand snakes up your neck and caresses your jaw. his thumb plays innocently with your bottom lip as your trembling breath huffs out. he could do whatever he wanted to you, and you would let him. “it wouldn’t be very nice if i didn’t keep my promise, would it?”

“no,” you waver out. your legs are stiffened together and your eyes are straining on his every move.

peter solely smirks before leaning down to kiss you. like the movies, his kiss is soft and pleasant. the way your lips molded together caused such an intense chemical reaction, and you would love to experiment on it. multiple times. every day. you would kiss him as many times as you could. you never would forget the magnetic feeling of his lips on yours.

your hands get lost in his brown hair, twisting their way through his ends. you’re so lost within his kiss that you didn’t even comprehend when he said “jump,” but you subconsciously listened and leaped into his hold. peter carried you to his bedroom, which you have been dying to see since you walked through the door. you believed someone’s bedroom said a lot about them.

however, you were too focused on other things to analyze peter’s bedroom. peter delicately lays you onto his black sheets, still kissing you like the world is ending. he slowly makes his way down your warm neck as you hum at the feeling. knowing what’s coming, you don’t wait for peter to ask permission behind discarding your own shirt. you close your eyes and tell yourself to not be self-conscious. he’s already seen you naked, so why be nervous?

seeing this, peter frowns slightly. his rough fingertip taps lightly on your temple. “open. wanna see your pretty eyes.”

your stomach tingles at his words before obeying his request. instead of smirking, peter smiles goofily and then kisses your cheek. a wave of warmth erupts through your skin at his affection. your entire body was covered in flames at this point, and you wondered if you would even be alive to get to the good part.

his tough hands roam your supple skin in hopes of exploring every inch. the rough texture left tingles in its trail.

“jeans?” he asks, looking up at you for approval.

“yes. please, peter,” you rushed and pleaded. your clit was begging for some friction, and you were about to start crying if you didn’t get something.

“gotta tell me what you want, sweetheart,” peter sang, thumbs rubbing the supple skin of your inner thighs teasingly. you wavered out a shaky breath, trying to conjure up the words.

“i need you so bad it hurts,” you whimpered. you were honest with peter, but your words weren’t what he wanted.

“i bet it does, baby. but that’s not what i asked,” peter flicks your clit through your underwear causing you to gasp at this unexpected movement. your thighs twitch and tighten at his teasing. he does it a few more times, just to get your body even more excited, and to get you to finally speak up.

“f-fuck! peter, i need your cock. i-i need you to fuck me,” you shouted, louder than you intended, but that was even better for peter.

“look who’s using her words,” peter says smugly, making your roll your eyes. you both assist in shrugging your panties off, making you completely naked while peter is still fully dressed. you reach for his shirt, but he’s already a step ahead of you and pulls it off himself.

when you see his body, you swear you almost faint. peter had six bulky packs of muscle on his abdomen and lumps of muscle on his arms. his chest was buff and tight, yet looked soft all at the same time. you had to blink a few times to make sure he was real. you even poked a finger at his stomach just to make sure it didn’t go through him like a ghost or a hologram. peter chuckles at your antics before grabbing your hand and kissing it, just like he had done earlier in the evening. and just like earlier, you felt yourself blush profusely and feel tingly all over again.

while you’re smiling like a goof, peter’s hands resume on your body. you instantly stop smiling because you remembered just how much he’s deprived you. but he’s also given you more than anyone else has in the past…

his digits caress your soaking slit between your crossed legs. you gasp because he’s finally touching you bare.

“open,” he demands softly, voice deep and lustful. shakily, you listen and do so. peter doesn’t hesitate to find your lips again with his fingers.

you quietly moan at the delicate pressure, feeling the smallest bit of friction. just as you were about to beg him for more, or to hurry up, his middle finger slips inside of you. it was almost embarrassing how easy it was. the amount of wetness you were leaking could fix the california drought.

“god, you’re so wet. what made you like this?” peter slowly pushed his finger in and out, thumb circling your puffy clit at the same time.

“you, peter! fuck,” you clenched around his digit, needing release already.

“are you thinking about my cock? hmm?” peter questioned, voice gravely as he leans over you. “are you thinking about me inside of you? thinking about how much i’m going to stretch your little pussy out?”

you groan at his foul language, pulsing barbarically. you’re straining to keep your eyes open, trying to obey his earlier request and to intake the moment. peter urges you to come, increasing his thrusts and pace. before you know it, your core is tightening and you’re squeezing peter’s fingers until you do. you thought you cut off his circulation from how hard you were clutching onto him, but when he pulls his fingers away and licks them proudly, you knew he was just fine.

“taste so good, sweetheart,” a smirk dances upon his lips as your taste lingers in his mouth. he’ll never forget that taste, no matter what happens after tonight. he’s hoping there will be more nights like these. more days too.

“can you please fuck me now, peter?–”

he holds up a finger to your lips.

“all of a sudden you know how to use your words and it still sounds so dirty coming from your pretty lips.”

in the blink of an eye, peter is reaching over to his night stand to grab a condom (hopefully). when you see the tinfoil wrapping, he stuffs it between your teeth, making you hold onto it. you then watch as he undresses his pants, clearly taking all the time in the world like he has it.

the smell of your orgasm and your wetness is haunting peter’s senses. the scent of you is never going to rid from his body or his room. he also doesn’t ever want you to leave, so he’s going to drag this out as long as possible.

once his pants are finally off, you get the courage to undo the wrapper while he’s taking his underwear off. holding the condom, you almost drop it once you see his length. he’s big, bigger than you’ve ever had. the tip of cock is bright red and leaking a bit of pre-cum, clearly just as desperate as you.

“fuck,” you mumble when looking at him. all he does is smirk before taking the condom from your hand and putting it over himself. peter leans over you again, face over face.

“ready, sweetheart?” his smirk lingers while you clench around nothing. you can feel the overwhelming sensation of your clit throbbing and you just want him to mend it. “ready to be fucked so hard you can’t leave?”

“yes, peter. fuck me hard.”

with your final words, peter is gently sinking into you. your wet folds encompass his cock snuggly causing you both to groan in delight. after a few moments, he starts to rock his body and you release a string of moans with every thrust. you try your hardest to keep your eyes open, but fail to do so. the sensations are indescribable throughout your body.

peter’s actions get harder, rougher. just like you wanted. he’s flicking his hips into yours with skilled movements while his face is relaxing in the crease of your neck. you feel his warm breath on you as he groans into your ear, lighting your whole body on fire.

“shit, peter, it feels so good. don’t stop,” you whine when he hits a certain part inside of you. your hand creeps down in between you both to rub the ache in your clit, but peter stops you.

“love when you touch yourself,” he grunts, never halting his movements, “but that’s my job right now.”

so, peter begins harshing rubbing your clit to no end. instead, your hands squeeze tightly on his biceps while he pounds into you so hard, you see stars. your never-ending wetness makes it so easy for him to slip in and out.

you feel yourself clutch onto his cock and when he moans, he sounded like the best thing you’ve ever heard.

“i-i love when you moan,” you croaked out, feeling too blissful to speak coherently.

“yeah? what else do you like?” peter huffs out, still smug as ever, even when he’s deep inside of you.

“l-love when you talk dirty, peter.”

“knew you were fucking filthy.”

with his rough words, you’re on the brink of your orgasm. your core tightens like it did earlier and your nails are digging deliciously into his skin. peter hisses in pleasurable pain, loving what you’re doing to him.

as your orgasm flows over you, your heart beats a million miles an hour and your breathing becomes staggered. the moans you elicit were just as filthy and pornographic as…well a porno. as you came, peter was smiling the whole time.

peter twitched inside of you and that’s when you knew he was close. you tangled your hands in his hair one last time and gave a single tug. that simple movement caused him to groan deeply and bring him to his release.

he doesn’t pull out quite yet. he just rests inside of you with his head on your chest. then after a few moments, he goes to get up.

“don’t leave,” you whisper and slide your hand through his locks again.

“it’s my place, baby, i’m not leaving,” he chuckles and slowly pulls out. you whimper at the loss of his cock, and at the feeling of being stretched out to the max.

“peter, i think you ruined me,” your voice cracked because it was hoarse and dry. you definitely needed some water now.

“good. are you thirsty now, sweetheart?”

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littlebitsalt · 3 months

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Hello can i request yandere catboy x reader, so the yandere is reader's cat (in cat form) but in school yandere is also reader's classmates (in his human form (so he can change his form to cat and something perfect human even human with ears & tail)) so automatically the knew each other as classmate (they're not close in school) but reader didnt know that their classmate is their cat too, the yandere its so obsessed with reader inside school and house, but he more clingy when he in his cat form because he can get patted and cuddled with reader, but one day when they're cudding together the cat turn into human which make reader shocked, the reader keep trying to get rid of him even start to ignore him in school where he suddenly being clingy ans touchy, the rest of the story i let you continue (≡^∇^≡)

Yandere catboy x reader

Note: longest fic I've written It got longer than I expected 😙

Summary: you find out your cat is actually your classmate.

drawing of yandere catboy 1

drawing of yandere catboy 2

Your friend stopped walking as an orange cat came into view.

"Oh- There's a cat over there!"

Before you could react, your friend dashed over to the cat.

"Aww... so cute."

"Come on, let's go home."

You said, standing beside your friend who is taking pictures of the cat.

"Wait- she's purring. I need to take a photo of this."

You sigh. Your friend was obsessed with cats and never missed any chances to watch them, take pictures of them and touch them. She also took photos of this orange cat just outside the school gate everyday.

"I don't have anything to feed you today.. but I'll buy some tomorrow, okay? Bye, Chesse."

After one last pat, your friend stood up.

"That cat has a name?"

You asked.

"Of course she does! Everyone in school calls her Cheese. Her soft fur is just like cheese."

Your friend proceeded to show you pictures on her social media. You had no choice but to look at her social media that is filled with pictures of cats.

You didn't hate cats, but you weren't a fan of them either. You've taken a few pictures of cats in the past, but admiring cats all day was not that interesting to you.

After saying goodbye to your friend, you went to your home.

"Mom, I'm home."

You shouted loud enough for your mom to hear.

Your mom was in the kitchen, preparing dinner.

"Hey mom- huh?"

You felt something cling to your leg. You immediately looked down to find a black and white cat.

"What is this?"

You said, confused. You tried to back away from the cat, but it was still clinging on to you. You turned to your mom to hear some kind of explanation.

"It's a cat from my office. I'm sure you've seen this cat a few times."

Your mom replied. Now that you think about it, you could remember this cat from a few days ago when you visited your mother's office.

"Is this cat the one staying at the back of your office building?"

"Yes it is! I made a simple bed for it to stay.. and I decided to just take it home-"

"What? Does dad know about this? What about my brother?"

"They seem pretty chill about it. Your brother liked the idea. You know the drawing he drew in his kindergarten? That kid likes cats."

"What if this cat already has an owner?"

"I checked it, and everyone around my office said this cat was alone for a few years. So it's fine, (y/n), don't worry."

"You could have asked if I'm fine though."

You looked back at the tuxedo cat. You didn't want to blame the cat, but getting a cat without your opinion was not the best feeling.

You patted the cat's head while it curled around your leg. This cat was acting like it's smart enough to comprehend your feelings. You felt the cat clinging to you more as you touched it.

"I'm sorry (y/n). I should've told you sooner, but I was busy. Plus, the person using the second floor starting next week is allergic to cat fur, so I had no choice to take the cat to home."

Your mom said. You nodded as a reply and looked at the cat again.

"Look, the cat likes you the most. That cat never warmed up to me like that. Why don't you name the cat, (y/n)?"

Your mother was true. You visited your mother's office a few times, and this cat only liked it when you touch it.

"I'm bad with names, and why don't you name it? It's you that brought it here anyway."

"Oh come on, (y/n). Don't be so harsh on the cat."

You ignored your mom and tried to go inside your room, but the black and white cat followed you inside your room without any presence.

"You really do like me.."

You murmured to yourself.

The cat still curled up to you between your legs. You had to pick up the cat and move it to your bed to unpack your school bag and change into comfortable clothes.

You crawled into your blankets and got your phone ready to watch videos before dinner. The black and white cat also crawled beside you, using your right arm as a pillow.

"Oh right.. I need to think of a name for you.."

You said as you scratched the cat.

"What about.. just Tux? That's pretty easy to pronounce."

You said as the cat digged into your chest.

"Do cats like their owners this much..?"

You mumbled.

"So Tux it is? Or do you want another name?"

Your cat ignored your mumbling and rubbed its face onto you.

"... okay then. Your name is Tux from now on."

Your cat, now named Tux, reacted to its new name, and it seemed quite pleased.

You spent time scrolling down social media with your cat beside you before your mother called for dinner. As you got up and walked to the kitchen, Tux followed you. At the kitchen, you found your little brother and your dad talking about their experience today in the playground.

"Where have you been?"

You asked your brother.

"In the playground with my friends... wait- that's the cat mom's talking about-!"

Your brother's attention darted to Tux immediately as he touched the cat. Tux didn't avoid the touch either.

"That cat's name is Tux. I named it."

You said, sitting on your chair and eating food your mom prepared.

"That's a.. intuitive name."

Your dad said, looking at Tux.

"... Anyways, why did you agree to raise a pet?"

You asked. Looking at your brother's wide smile, your dad answered,

"Didn't your mother tell you? Uh.. your brother likes cats, and why not?"

"... yeah whatever."

You ate dinner listening to your little brother talking about Tux. You felt good that your brother got a pet that he wanted. However, at the same time, you felt uncomfortable... having a pet all of a sudden. It felt like having a new family member without your permission.

You know that having a pet will feel like having a family member as time passes. Your friends told you about how their pets meant the world to them... But there was this uncomfortable feeling about Tux.

Maybe you were just mad about your family and wanted to leash your anger to Tux. You didn't know.

When you woke up the next day, you found Tux right beside you.

"How did you get in here..."

You went to sleep alone last night. You remembered that you closed the door before Tux gets in.

You shrugged it off since you had little time before you go to school. You walked around, brushing your hair and wearing your uniform.

"Where is it? Ugh.."

You mumbled as you searched for your earphones. You put them on last night, and the right one was missing.

"Hey- don't distract me."

You lifted up Tux from the bed sheets and searched to see if the bed sheets were covering your right earphone. You rummaged through your bed sheets but you couldn't find it. While you were busy lifting up bed sheets, Tux crawled under your bed.

"What are you doing?"

You also looked under the bed.

"Oh- You found it!"

Tux was playing with the right earphone you were desperately searching for. You grabbed your right earphone and put in the case as your cat tossed it to you.

You sighed in relief and looked at Tux.

"Thanks for your help... I would've died for boredom in school without your help."

You smiled at Tux and left your room, ready to go to school.

In your classroom, you talked about your new cat to your friend. As expected, your friend was excited about it, asking dozens of questions.

"How can you not have a picture of it?"

Your friend said.

"I didn't think of it. I'll send you a picture when I go back home."

Your friend rambled about how her mother would not allow her to have a pet. You listened to your friend quietly.

"Hey."

Someone poked your shoulder. You looked back to see who it was, and one of your classmates was standing right behind you.

"Huh?"

"You're sitting on my seat."

Your classmate said.

"Oh- sorry-!"

You stood up right after.

"Don't you think you and him have a lot of connections lately?"

Your friend said, eating a chocolate bar she bought in free time.

"Who are you talking about?"

"You sat in his seat in lunch time. How could you not remember?"

"Oh- are you talking about Blake?"

"Of course I am! Don't you think he likes you?"

You knew your friend loves setting people up and likes searching for possible couples, but this time, she's talking nonsense.

"I didn't even talk to him that much."

Your friend was eager to tell you what she has found.

"That's not the point- The important part is that he's constantly gazing at you during class. Also, how can you not notice that it's you he talks to!"

"He talks to plenty of people."

"Oh no, you're clueless. If you observe further, you'll definitely realize he only talks to certain people, or friends, and they all knew Blake even before highschool."

"How do you know that?"

"My eyes and ears are open."

"..."

Blake and you? That's such a confusing match.

"Your observations can't be the reason."

"See for yourself then. I'm sure. Blake has interest in you."

"..."

You didn't believe a word your friend said before Blake asked if he can join you on the way home.

It was awkward, walking with a classmate who you've barely talked to. Blake was quiet, and you didn't know how to start a conversation.

"I thought you go home with your friends."

You said.

"Oh- I moved recently. It seemed like you go home this way too, so... I thought it could be great having another friend to go home with."

Blake said. You could see he was a bit nervous... but why?

Not much conversation went by, and you waved goodbye to Blake in front of your house. You went into your house, throwing your book bag onto the bed and taking off your jacket.

You looked around to see if Tux was around, but you couldn't find it anywhere. You went into every room in your house but Tux wasn't in any of them. You went back to your room, wondering where that sneaky cat hid himself. You were unpacking your bag when you noticed something jumping over the fence. You looked at it to realize that it was your cat that was jumping over the fence and into your home.

You quickly opened the window facing the garden Tux was walking across and let it in your room.

This was strange. The doors were all locked, and you went out of the front door in the morning, so there's no way for Tux to get out. Your mother took your little brother to kindergarten and your father went to work after you left for school.. but they wouldn't have left Tux leave the house.

"Do you get out of the house when no one is watching?"

You said, in a surprised tone.

Was this cat extra smart, or were you mistaken about all the doors being closed?

Tux didn't seem to care that it got out of the house when everyone was outside.

You were skeptical but decided to ignore it and kept on unpacking your bag and organizing your clothes.

After a few hours, your mom came home with your brother.

"We're going to have dinner after an hour when your dad comes back from work-"

Your mom said loudly enough for you to hear.

In your room, you were studying while Tux was watching. You studied until your mother called you to eat dinner.

Your little brother was talking about his day in kindergarten like always, and your mother was setting food plates on the table.

You ate quietly as your brother went on about how his friend and him played some kind of game.

"Mom, today a classmate wanted go home together with me. The funny thing is.."

You said to your mom when your brother cooled down.

"Are you listening?"

You asked your mom.

"Oh- I am listening. Go on."

"The funny thing is that.. I've never talked to him properly yet."

You went on.

"And I beat Anthony- so I got a prize-!"

Your words were blocked with your brother's babbling.

You sighed. Everytime your brother blocked your words, it felt so frustrating.

"Can't you wait when I'm talking?"

You would've heard what your brother needed to say, but this time, you felt like speaking up.

"What?"

Your brother looked at you.

"I mean.. I want to talk too."

"But-"

"Your brother is thrilled he got a present today in kindergarten. Let him talk, he's feeling good today."

Your dad said.

"I think he talked enough though."

"You talked a lot more when you were young too."

Your mother said, smiling.

You were annoyed. Why was she smiling?

Your family wouldn't listen to you, and it was so frustrating to you.

"I ate a lot, I'm going back to my room."

You said.

"You haven't eaten half of it, why?"

Your mother asked.

"My stomach hurts today."

You stood up and walked to your room. Tux follwed you.

You couldn't understand it. You wanted to talk about your new friend too. You wanted to talk about how Blake suggested to go home with you.

You turned to your cat that was cuddling you, covered in your bed sheet. You scratched its fur as it purred.

You noticed that Tux followed you everywhere in the house. You also noticed that Tux only cuddled with you. That actually felt heart warming.

Tux jumped off the bed and crawled to a shelf you collected all your goods like small stuffed animals, and some figures you collected from before. It was usually goods from a few years ago.

"Is there something interesting?"

You looked at the shelf, confused.

"I don't see anything interesting... wait-"

The shelf was missing something.

Now you searched through all your goods to find there was a figure missing. And you also found some of your markers missing. You actually needed those markers for art class tomorrow.

The first thing that came up to your mind was your brother.

You thanked Tux and went out of your room, to the table where your family was eating dessert.

"Where's my figure and markers?"

You asked your mother.

"What do you mean by markers and a figure? The ones on your shelf?"

Your mother replied.

"Yes- where are they?"

"I gave it to your brother."

With your mother's answer, you went straight into your brother's room to find your figure on the corner of his shelf. You grabbed it and put it back on your shelf. Your mom watched with a confused expression.

But you couldn't find your marker still.

"Where's my marker?"

You asked your mother again. Your brother was quiet, staring at you now that he realized how irritated your voice was.

"Why?"

"I said multiple times that I needed my markers for my art project-"

You were shouting now.

"I gave it your brother because he had a drawing competition today, and your brother left it in kindergarten because it got damaged. You can draw with something else for your art project, right?"

Your mother said, annoyed too.

You tried to calm down, but this was too much. How can your whole family ignore your words?

"That's not the point here- why would you take my stuff without my permission?"

Your mother said nothing, but she was definitely baffled from your statement.

When your mother said nothing and your brother kept whining, you went into your room again, shutting the door roughly.

The next day, you were silent the whole time getting ready for school. You didn't have your marker, and you couldn't finish the art project how you wanted to because of that.

You walked to school with heavy footsteps.

Art class was after lunch, so you still had time to think about how to do your art project. But you didn't have good ideas on your mind. Also you have already done the sketch for the drawing, which makes it harder to think of other good ideas.

Time flew by fast and it was time for art. Unfortunately your friend didn't have markers, so she couldn't help you out.

The uneasy feeling went on. You had to decide whether to switch the concept of the drawing or find usable markers one way or another.

"You'll do good with or without markers..."

Your friend comforted you.

"Thanks..."

You decided to use watercolor the school had and walked over to the sink with a small yellow bucket.

"Hey."

You felt a poke on your shoulder.

It was Blake.

"Oh- hi."

".. I have markers.. if you want to use it."

"... wait- really?"

You couldn't stop yourself from smiling.

"Yeah.. you can take them and use it at your table. I use watercolor anyway."

"Thanks- you're a lifesaver."

Blake was a lifesaver, and that went on for a few weeks. He gave you stuff you really needed, which made your friend more invested in your relationship with Blake.

Your relationship with your family recovered a bit over a few weeks, but you were still in some kind of a cold war, and you were still angry at them. You didn't talk very much either, so it really didn't matter.

You went home with Blake a few times a week. Blake wasn't the funniest person to talk to, but Blake was sure a great listener. Just like Tux.

Blake listened to you, occasionally talking about how he thought. He was not like your family who ignored how your life was in school, and everytime Blake helped you out, you thought of your friend's words. Maybe your friend was an expert at reading people's feelings.

If Blake helped you out in school, Tux was your company in your home. When you went home alone, Tux was waiting for you behind the front door.

You felt uncomfortable around Tux at first, but now you warmed up to Tux. You spent all your days with Tux telling your worries and secrets that you wouldn't tell anyone.

Tux stayed right beside you curling its body into your arms.

Spending your time with Tux felt soothing, and you thought this would go on for sure.

However, despite your wish, it didn't last long.

It was Friday, and you walked home alone. You went home fast to see your cat waiting for you.

"I'm home-"

You shouted.

You didn't see your cat behind the front door, so you walked into your room to find your cat lying down on the bed.

It was unusual for you cat to be like this. Tux always tried to rub itself on you if it had the chance.

You sat beside Tux, worried if the cat is sick.

"Are you ok?"

You asked. You knew Tux won't understand what you're saying, but you wanted your cat to know you're worried by your tone.

You lay down on your bed with your school uniform on. There was no one in the house, so there was no one to scold you for not changing clothes.

You turned to your cat. Tux seemed to be struggling with something, and you didn't know why. You thought about calling your mom, but you knew she wouldn't answer when she's busy with some project of hers.

What if Tux needs to go to the hospital?

Several thoughts went by your head.

Tux was still in a bad state and you didn't know what to do.

You got your phone out and searched through the internet to find some clue after you messaged your father(hoping for him to message you back).

As you searched with your phone, you felt Tux slipping away.

Tux was slowly crawling away from you. It seemed he wanted to head out of your room.

"Hey, where are you going?"

You put one arm around your cat, confused.

"Do you need something? Where are you going all of a sudden?"

But your cat was desperate to get out.

"Why are you avoiding me?"

That was the moment you saw something so unbelievable.

With a blink of an eye, Tux was gone, replaced with a boy your age.

".... Blake?"

You couldn't believe what you just saw.

Tux was no where to be seen, and Blake, who said he was going home with his friends, was exactly in Tux's place, facing you.

Surprised and confused, you quicky removed your arm on Blake's body. Then you jumped out of bed before Blake could react.

"W.. wait-"

Blake grabbed your arm and yanked you back into the bed. You lost balance and fell back first to the bed while Blake grabbed your arms still.

"What the- what are you doing??"

You said as Blake's grip got stronger.

Blake was on top of you, facing you with his face red.

"I'll explain-"

You didn't want to believe it, but from the looks of it, Tux was actually Blake.

Blake's face came closer to yours, and you could hear Blake's heart beating fast.

You pushed off Blake and ran out of your room before Blake came any more closer. Blake followed you without hesitation, desperate to explain himself.

You maintained certain space between you as Blake tried to take a step closer to you.

"I can explain-"

Blake protested.

"Get out of my house.. I'll listen to your explanation later.."

"No- no- I didn't do anything wrong.. I just.. wanted to get closer and help you out."

"I messaged my dad and he'll come home soon. I'll tell him about you if you don't get out."

You said in a harsh tone. You wouldn't tell your dad that Tux is human, but you had to threaten Blake..

Blake's face clearly showed that he was not satisfied, but he left.

When your dad came home, you told him Tux was somehow escaped. Your little brother was upset. But you didn't care to notice him because Tux being Blake was the most important topic in your head for hours.

You've done some pretty embarrassing stuff in front of Blake in his cat form. You told him all your cringey moments, you showed him your true personality.. and you even changed clothes in front of his cat form. You basically showed every aspect of you.

You went to bed imagining how it will be meeting Blake in school again. You imagine yourself being awkward in front of Blake.

You hoped not, but the thought that Blake came to your house just to be beside you made you feel a bit frightened.

The whole situation was weird. Blake was weird. His actions only tell you that he's creepy.

Instead of confronting Blake, you avoided Blake in every was possible. You ran straight to home after school, hoping for Blake to lose sight of you.

"I'm home-"

You said. You find your mom sitting on the couch.

"(y/n)-! Tux came back!"

"..."

"Why, aren't you glad Tux came back without a scratch?"

"Can we just let him be a stray cat again?

You blurted out.

"How can you say that, (y/n)? We brought Tux here, so we have to take care of it."

"It was your choice- you brought him here- then don't let him in my room, okay?

"Why are you acting sensitive lately? Don't you think this is too much?"

You ignored your mother and walked back to your room. Blake tried to follow you, but you shut the door at his face.

Your mother noticed this right away. Irritated herself, she opened the door to your room and let the cat inside.

"Don't vent out your frustration on Tux, (y/n)."

With that, your mom closed the door and headed to the livingroom again.

You glared at the person pretending to be a stray cat. With the frustration that built up past few weeks, you couldn't stand someone deceiving you.

"Get out."

You said.

Blake was still in his cat form, standing still.

"Are you listening..?"

You said. Blake just stood there, staring at you.

"... I'll just go out then."

At that moment, Blake went back to his human form, grabbing your wrists.

"Don't go out."

Blake said.

"....why don't we cuddle like we always did?"

"Are you serious? Why would I-"

You tried to get his hand off your wrist, but he's grip only got stronger.

"You can't even force me out of your room."

"Can you at least let go of my wrist?"

"Oh-.."

Blake let go of your wrist, but he didn't move away from you.

Both you and Blake got quiet after. Your mother shouting from the livingroom broke the silence.

"Stay here."

You said, looking at Blake. Then you went to the livingroom.

"Why did you call me?"

You asked.

"Actually, I didn't buy eggs since I was busy with work. Can you buy them now? You didn't even change to comfortable clothes yet."

"I'm keeping the change."

"Okay. Just come back before I prepare dinner. Oh and we need something else too. I'll send you a list."

You got money from your mother and walked back to your room. Blake was waiting for you, sitting on your bed.

"Where are you going?"

"To buy groceries."

You looked away from Blake and picked up a bag to carry groceries.

You felt someone following you while you were walking to the supermarket.

You knew it was Blake.

"I know you're following me."

You said.

As expected, Blake came out of his cover. He was in his human form.

"I just wanted to see if.."

You ignored him and kept walking. Blake followed suit.

"I like you a lot.. I'm sure you know by now..."

You stayed silent. The whole situation was strange and you didn't quite process it.

"I actually liked you way before you knew me. I can move around more freely as a cat, you know?"

"..."

Blake held your hand and walked right beside you.

"It was hard for me to keep my distance from you in school... that's why I tried to be a stray cat. To get closer..."

"That's... uh..."

Blake suddenly wrapped his arms around you out of nowhere.

"What are you doing??"

You said, trying to push him away. Unfortunately Blake didn't budge. Instead he only got closer, which made your head spinning.

"What if someone sees us?? Stop-"

"Does that mean I can hug you in your room?"

"That's not what I meant.."

Blake laughed as you panicked and didn't know what to do.

"You should stop ignoring me in school. You liked Tux, why not treat me like it too?"

Blake said, holding your hand again.

"Uhm..."

Blake didn't do anything that would attract glances while buying groceries. He kept holding your hand, but he didn't do anything other than that.

You quickly bought the things your mother asked and went home with Blake. Blake transformed into Tux by the time you arrived home and everything went smoothly after that, like a normal day. Blake, in his cat form, watched you from afar as you ate dinner.

You went back inside your room and Blake quickly made his way inside before you could lock the door.

Blake changed back to his human self as soon as he closed the door to your room. Then he lead you to your bed, wrapping his arms from the back.

"I waited for this."

He said while digging into your neck.

"Hey- don't rub your face onto my neck-"

There was no use resisting because Blake had no intention of letting you go.

"I have to study. Let me go."

You said firmly.

"I know you don't study right away after dinner. Let's watch something together. Or we can just lay on bed together and sleep."

"What if my family finds out??"

"Then you should be quiet."

Blake smiled.

You were annoyed, but you kept quiet.

Blake pestered you so you couldn't do much of anything. It was soon late at night and all your family members went to sleep.

"I'm going to sleep."

You said, organizing your desk before bed.

"Really? Then we can sleep side by side. Cuddling each other."

"I'll get you bed sheets. You can sleep on the floor."

"What do you mean-"

"Or you can turn into a cat again."

"I- I'll turn into a cat."

Blake, in his cat form crawled beside you when you lay in bed, covered with blankets.

You heard the alarm and slowly opened your eyes to see Blake's face right in front of you. You screamed right that moment.

Your mother heard your scream and opened the door to check if anything's wrong.

"What's wrong here?"

Your mom asked.

You quickly hid Blake under your blankets, covering his face with your arms.

"Nothing- just a bad.. dream."

"Well, ok. Come eat breakfast in 10 minutes."

"Alright."

Your mom walked out of your room, still suspicious of your actions.

"What were you doing? We could've been caught-!"

You jumped up pushing Blake away.

"Are you going to change into your uniform?"

Blake asked, still lying down on the bed.

"What?"

"I mean.. uh..."

"..."

You grabbed your school uniform and changed your clothes in the bathroom.

"I can't believe you watched me all the time."

You said, leaving the house. Blake already prepared for school and waited for you at the front door.

"..."

"Aren't you hungry? You haven't ate since yesterday lunch."

"I go back to my house in night and stay there until it's time for you to wake up. I do regular things I missed at daytime."

"That explains why you're sleeping all day at school."

"Then will you let me sleep in your room with you? I want to beside you all day."

"All day? That's exhausting."

"It's not exhausting for me. I want to be beside you whether it's in school or home."

"I'll think about it.."

Blake held your hand.

"I know you'll accept it at some point."

Blake said with confidence.

Blake's words were oddly convincing to you.

He was beside you when you fought with your family and got upset. He listened to your words and helped you.

It's true that you liked Tux in your home, and Blake at school as well.

You like Blake's warm touch, but you'll have to think about Blake staying with you all day.

Part 2 here

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Double the trouble [pt.2] | n romanoff

Double the trouble au: part 1, part 2

Summary: Natasha and Wanda's teenage twin daughters are a lot to handle, but despite their differences and arguments, there's nothing they wouldn't do for each other

Warnings: none

Pairings: WandaNat, O!C x Valkyrie, Y/n x Bucky Barnes

wc: 3.7k

note: thank you for all the love on part 1!

— ⧗ —

"I'm home!" Isla called out as she stepped through the front door, her bag and coat slipping into a pile on the floor. She'd get yelled at about it, but that wasn't her problem right now.

Wandering into the kitchen, thumbs typing away to her group chat, she almost walked straight into Natasha who was stood in the doorway.

"Thank you." The Russian said, plucking the phone from her daughter's hand. Isla looked up to protest but bit her tongue as she saw her mother. "So that's how I get your attention. Got that Wanda?"

"Noted." The other mother teased, winking at Isla who just groaned.

"I know, I'm sorry. I was just checking details for the party tomorrow." Both Nat and Wanda's eyebrows shot up at the mention of a party. It was the first they'd heard of it.

"Party?" Nat asked, taking a seat at the kitchen counter. "What party?"

Isla wandered over to the fridge and grabbed a can of Dr Pepper, opening it at arms length incase it sprayed in her face. She'd made a habit of doing that ever since she was 11, when Y/N shook a van before handing it to her and it went everywhere.

"I was just going to ask you if I could go to a party tomorrow night?" She smiled sweetly, fully turning on the charm for her skeptical moms.

Natasha narrowed her eyes. "Who's party is it?"

"Maria's."

Wanda's expression softened as she heard the name. They both knew Maria was a good kid, albeit incredibly feisty. It was no surprise she got on so well with their girls. "And who's going?" Natasha was the picky parent, always asking questions on their whereabouts. It was the inner spy taking control.

"Everyone I guess?" Isla said with a shrug, taking a sip of her drink. She hopped up onto the countertop and Wanda went to protest before thinking better of it. She might as well have it recorded with how many times a day she tells the twins to stop sitting on the counter. Nat often joked that she was a broken record.

"Is Y/N invited?" Isla nodded as she took another sip. "Speaking of which, where's your sister?"

Isla smirked immediately, a playful glint in her eye. "Bucky took her to go and get ice cream." She had to suppress her grin as much as possible, but Wanda and Natasha still saw straight through her.

"He's still trying to win her over?" Nat asked and Isla nodded, eyes wide.

Wanda's jaw dropped. She loved a bit of gossip. "Y/N still hasn't said yes? I thought she said that weeks ago?"

"You know how Y/N is with her feelings," Nat said with a sigh. "She keeps them closed off from just about everyone. That poor boy must really like her." Isla nodded in confirmation as if to say 'oh he really does'.

"Sounds like someone else I know." Wanda said with a knowing look, making Nat roll her eyes.

"Hey, I was a spy. There's a difference!"

"Clearly not," Wanda shrugged. "She's your daughter, now look!" She stood up from her chair and made her way over to the fridge to start on dinner, kissing her daughter's head as she passed.

"So, Ils, any news in your love life?" Natasha asked, clearly trying to steer the subject away from herself.

The red headed teenager shrugged shyly, suddenly not open to talking at all. Natasha smirked at her body language, knowing there was something to hide.

"Okay spill, cmon. Who's the lucky lady?"

"It's nothing." Isla defended, a blush rising to her cheeks. "She doesn't really know I exist either."

"Who is it?" Wanda had joined in now. Both women were curious to see what their daughter's taste in women was like.

"Well, there's this girl in my science class called Valkyrie and she's just- effortlessly cool, and badass, and she takes no shit from anyone-"

"Hey, watch the language misses." Wanda pointed her wooden spoon at Isla, who clearly wasn't paying attention. Her mind was lost in the images of Valkyrie in her mind.

"Wands leave her alone, she's in love." Nat teased, earning a swat with a tea towel from her wife. "She sounds amazing Isla. Have you spoken to her at all?"

Isla shook her head dejectedly, suddenly very interested in the skin around her thumbnail. "And it's no use. She's too cool for me. I'll just look weird if I try to talk to her."

Natasha watched her daughter's deflated body language and stood up to give her a hug. She pressed a kiss to her soft red hair and just held her for a moment. "Is she going to be at the party tomorrow?" Isla nodded into her mother's chest. "Then talk to her. You've got the perfect opportunity there. Plus, dress cute and she won't be able to miss you." Pulling away from the hug, Nat sent Isla a small wink, which instantly put a smile on the girl's face.

"Your mother is right, you know. No one cares what happens at a party. Just talk to her, dance, do whatever you want to. Then she'll see just how cool you are too."

Isla grinned at her moms, feeling completely surrounded by love in that moment. "You guys are actually the best. I got so lucky." Nat ruffled her hair before she was swatted away by Isla.

"Well at least one of you is getting women! Wands, we did something right!" The couple high fived like a pair of children and Isla just her eyes playfully. "I never thought we'd have a boy in the house."

"I have to make up for Y/N's straight-ness somehow." Isla exclaimed with a wink. Her comment made Wanda turn around, her hand resting on her hip.

"Y/N? Straight? Do you even look at your sister?" Isla shot her a questioning look and Natasha laughed.

"Ils, your sister isn't straight. She's definitely got some bisexual going on. I mean... the rings, the braids, the leather jackets- she's not straight."

"But- Bucky?!" Isla protested.

"Bisexual, honey. She can like both."

Isla thought for a moment, clearing trying to remember the vibes that her sister gave off. I mean, cmon, it's not like they saw each other everyday and lived with each other. "Okay yeah," she said after a long pause, "I see it."

"Good." Natasha glanced at her watch on her wrist. "There's about 30 minutes until dinner and then I need you down here to set the table. Sound good?"

"Yup." The teenager scurried upstairs after grabbing her bag and sat down to scroll on her phone, or do "homework" as she'd told her moms earlier.

Roughly 10 minutes later, Y/N wandered through the door, a soft smile on her face. She mirrored her sister, leaving her coat and bag by the door and wandering into the kitchen for a drink.

"Ah, you made it back alive. How was it?" Natasha had to keep her curiosity to a minimum, not wanting to pry too hard and make Y/N clam up. But she didn't need to worry; the girl seemed far too loved up to notice. Not that she would ever admit it.

"It was good. They had the best mint choc chip I've ever tasted!"

Wanda smiled and turned away from the pot she was stirring. "And how's Bucky?"

"He's good." Y/N's attempt at being casual was given away by the heavy blush that crept up her cheeks. "We had fun."

"Just good?" Nat teased, earning an eye roll from her daughter.

"Mama he's just a friend."

Both women shared a knowing look and Nat tried to stifle a small laugh. They were fun moms, always teasing and joking with their girls whenever the opportunity arose.

"Sure, mhm, just a friend."

Y/N groaned loudly, clearly done with this topic of conversation. "Okay, whatever. I've got homework to do." She turned to leave before Nat caught her attention, stopping the girl in her tracks.

"Oh, Isla told us about that party tomorrow. You guys can go but we want you home by-"

" -home by 2am. Yes we know."

"Good. Or I'll turn you both into pumpkins." Wanda teased, making Y/N roll her eyes before she disappeared upstairs like her sister did.

Natasha opened up her laptop and began typing away to finish off some emails she had been replying to before her girls came home. She had a wide smile on her lips and Wanda couldn't help but gaze lovingly at her wife.

"I can feel you staring at me Wands. Don't burn the food please."

"I'm not staring, I'm admiring. And I'm not you either. I don't burn rice." Wanda blew a kiss across the room to her wife who turned around rather offended at that last comment. "It's just cute seeing you so happy."

Natasha quickly glanced at the staircase, careful that neither of the girls were coming down. "It's the joys of young love." She commented wistfully, scraping her chair back to go over to her wife.

Wanda was about to turn back to the stove when Natasha's gentle grip on her hips kept her in place. The Russian pressed their bodies together against the cool countertop and slid her arms further around so they connected behind Wanda, pulling her even closer.

"You make us sound old, saying that." Wanda whispered, eyes darting between her wife's captivating eyes and full lips.

"We've got two almost-adults. We are old." Nat placed a gentle kiss to her wife's lips, not missing how Wanda relaxed into her touch even more. "You're still just as sexy and beautiful though."

A blush crept into Wanda's cheeks and it felt as if they were teenagers again, just in love as their daughters are. "Just stop talking and kiss me."

"Yes ma'am." Nat obeyed her command and connected their lips once more, this time not pulling away. They'd mastered the art of a silent make out, not wanting Isla or Y/N to hear them upstairs. This one was gentle, tongues slowly swirling around each other as Nat pressed her hips into Wanda, trapping her against the counter. Wanda had moved her hands up to cup her wife's face, the simple gesture setting butterflies off in the redhead's stomach. It was the smallest actions that sent her all giddy.

"You know," Nat husked, sliding her hands lower down Wanda's back as they pulled away momentarily. "We've got a free house tomorrow..."

She trailed off, allowing Wanda to piece together the images in her mind. The Sokovian shook her head at her wife's mischievous smirk. "Natasha Romanoff, you have such a dirty mind."

"Oh tell me you didn't think about it too."

Not wanting to confirm or deny, Wanda just kissed her hungrily again, taking Nat by surprise. Part of her wanted to continue this make out session, but with dinner cooking and the possibility of being walked in on, it didn't appeal to her. "Okay, you're distracting me here. So go, I've got dinner to make." She swatted Nat's ass as the redhead shook it as she wandered back over to the table, her tongue running across her lips, still savouring the taste of her wife.

"I don't need to be kissing you to do that." She wore a cocky smirk and Wanda wanted nothing more than to swipe it straight off her face.

"Damn right you don't. But if dinner burns, you're explaining the truth to the girls." That shut her up and Wanda smiled triumphantly and turned back to her cooking as Nat suddenly became very busy in her emails.

"Just you wait until tomorrow." Nat mumbled under her breath, her mind now anywhere but those damn emails.

— ⧗ —

"Blue or green?" Y/N asked for the third time as Isla continued to shrug. She had two different dress options for the party and so far she was miles away from picking one. "Isla please. Blue or green?"

Her sister sat on her bed clutching a bottle of white nail polish and was carefully painting her toes. She eyed the dresses carefully, imagining them on her sister. But they were both cute, so she just shrugged.

"I don't know. They'll both look hot. Just pick one."

Y/N groaned, clearly getting frustrated. "Just pick a colour. Blue or green?"

"Green will make your eyes pop." Came a soft voice from the doorway. Both girls turned to see Nat casually stood there, leaning against the doorway with her arms crossed. "The blue is pretty, but the green is gonna make you look even more amazing."

"Green it is then." Y/N said with a satisfied huff, hanging the blue dress back in her closet. Nat let herself into the room and took a seat on the edge of the bed, careful not to mess up Isla's nails.

"How are you girls getting on? Nearly ready?" Well, they both weren't dressed, but they were supposed to leave in 30 minutes and Nat knew just how often the women in that house rushed to get ready. She came to give them a gentle push, but also to see if they needed any help.

"I just need to wait for these to dry, then I can get dressed." Isla ran a hand through her perfectly curled hair. "Oh and touch up my make-up."

Nat nodded and fixed a curl that had got caught around Isla's earring, earning a grateful smile from her.

"Do I put my dress on and then do my makeup? Or the other way around?" Y/N was full of mini dilemmas today; clearly she was putting a lot of pressure on tonight. Maybe for a certain guy...

"Does your dress need to go over your head?" Y/N shook her head. "Then do makeup first. Then you can stay comfy." Y/N slumped down onto the floor and grabbed her make up bag, preferring to do her make up infront of her large, full length mirror instead of the smaller one at her vanity.

Soft music played from the tv and Nat just smiled at how domestic it all felt. Although the girls had separate rooms, they often came to get ready in Y/N's which was closer to the bathroom. Despite frequent bickering and small arguments, the twins got along well and it was a sweet sight to see Isla curling Y/N's hair.

"I'll leave you girls to it then. Who's picking you up?"

"Clint said he'd call because it's on his way. I think his mom is driving us there and back." Nat smiled softly. They'd always got along well with the Barton family, having been friends with them since the girls were small. Clint was one of their closest friends, and Nat could see why. Even she found the boy funny and witty, despite his rubbing jokes sometimes.

Nat stood up and moved back to the doorway, turning around at the last second. "Okay, well, don't be too long. Your mom and I have got a couple of bottles you can take. But don't go mad tonight girls, okay?" The twins answered her in chorus, reassuring her that they would be okay. They had smart heads on their shoulders and had built up enough trust with Nat and Wanda to gain the privilege of having alcohol at parties. The parents weren't super strict, but they wanted to keep the girls safe. Naturally.

25 minutes later, both girls were by the front door, pulling on shoes and quickly checking their hair and make up infront of the large mirror on the wall. Y/N was getting frustrated with her converse laces and was huffing slightly, pulling them so tight it looked as though the laces might snap.

A loud honk came from outside and Isla peered out of the window to see Clint leaning over the steering wheel of his mom's car, much to her distaste. She dashed out of the front door and down the porch steps, yelling goodbyes to her moms who just laughed as she left.

Nat pressed a pack of ciders into Y/N's arms, along with a bottle of vodka. That was always in plentiful supply in the house, so one bottle meant nothing.

"Be safe, don't do anything stupid." Wanda said to her youngest, pulling her into a quick hug despite Y/N's protests to leave. But her struggling was pointless so she accepted the hugs and kisses before making her escape towards the car.

Both moms watched the black Audi pull off the drive and they hugged each other close before closing the door. A cunning smile made its way onto Natasha's face and she quickly turned Wanda around and pushed her body against the closed door.

"A promise is a promise." She said, her voice dropping a couple of octaves. Sounding even sexier than usual.

Wanda gulped, feeling her heart rate speed up as Nat's lips trailed across her collarbone. She knew she was going to be worshipped tonight; her wife certainly knew how to make her feel good.

— ⧗ —

3 hours in and the party was in full swing. The living room of Maria's house had been cleared to create a large dance floor, teens crammed together as they jumped to the music.

Y/N leaned against the far wall, a red solo cup clutched in her hand. She was tipsy, but not as wasted as her twin sister who was heavily making out with Valkyrie in the middle of the dance floor. The sisters caught each others eye and Y/N pumped her fist, earning a middle finger from Isla who's lips were still locked with her crush.

Laughing to herself, she took another sip of god-knows-what and wandered out into the garden, longing for some fresh air and peace away from the thumping bass. Although she was a dancer, parties and dancing weren't her thing. She felt too stiff and awkward, but outside she swayed lightly to the beat, helped by the alcohol rushing through her system.

"It's nice out here." A voice spoke from her right. The tipsy girl looked over her left shoulder before quickly switched to her right, a blush forming on her already flushed cheeks as she saw a familiar figure approach. Thank god for the dim lights.

"Yeah." She'd be kicking herself at that lame response, considering who she was talking to. "You okay?"

Bucky smiled, leaning on the back of one of the metal garden chairs. He looked hot, his shirt unbuttoned down to the centre of his chest and his hair gelled slightly but still the soft brown colour that Y/N had grown to love.

"Better now that you're here." He knew that game was risky, but all this chasing around had made him tired. He wanted her, so he was going to get her. He stared at her for a few moments, eyes raking up and down her figure. She looked stunning. Her simple green silk dress hugged all the right places, accentuating her small waist and long legs. Her hair rested perfectly down her back and Bucky had to swallow thickly a couple of times.

"You're a flirt." She laughed, taking a sip of her drink and frowning as a droplet rolled down her chin.

She tried to wipe it away but Bucky got there first, gently taking her chin in between his thumb and forefinger. He tilted her head towards him, making her entire body turn with the moment. Neither of them uttered a word, their eyes meeting like something out of a cheesy rom-com.

Bucky's thumb swiped across her lower lip slowly, collecting the spilled drink and brushing it away. He gazed into the forest green eyes staring back at him, admiring the tiny flakes of brown that lit up from the outdoor lanterns above their heads.

Y/N's breath was caught in her throat. She'd been dancing around Bucky for weeks, too scared to face her true feelings about him because the thought of that terrified her. But the alcohol in her system has cleared her foggy mind, bringing forward the thoughts she'd been pushing away.

She took a daring step forward, closing the tempting gap between them that spoke louder words than the music blaring inside. Nothing else seemed to matter as Bucky tilted her chin up and brought his lips to meet hers in a tentative kiss.

It was only peck before they pulled away, but something clicked between them both and their lips met once again, this time fuelled by more passion and lust, the nerves somewhere far away.

Y/N looped her arms around his neck and he slid his hand round to cup her cheek, careful not to disturb the kiss.

The whole world had melted away, meaning that Y/N failed to hear her sister stood behind the glass doors, jumping up and down and screaming with Valkyrie, Clint and Maria who were all ecstatic over the kiss that they'd been waiting for for months. They cheered loudly, high fiving each other with wide grins.

Clint handed Maria a $20 with a groan, his smile disappearing as he realised he lost the bed. The party host tucked the money into her bra and walked off with her head held high. Tonight has been a successful night.

— ⧗ —

After a rather rowdy car ride back home, Isla and Y/N stumbled out of the car, the latter thanking Clint's mom for the ride as the eldest made a 'run' to the front door.

She didn't even take her shoes off before she glanced around the house like a meerkat, desperately searching for someone to scream the news to.

Catching sight of the moms sitting at the kitchen table, Isla came crashing over, completely drunk.

"Mom! Y/N kissed Bucky!" Her voice was far too loud for 2am and both mothers winced slightly at the volume, before smirking at the news.

A very exhausted Y/N trailed in afterwards, her hands raised in protest. "No! That's not the only thing that happened!"

"Mom! I made out with Valkyrie!"

#natasha romanoff x daughter!reader #natasha romanoff x reader #fanfic #wanda maximoff x daughter!reader #wandanat #bucky barnes #wandanat x daughter!reader #marvel #king valkyrie #wanda maximoff x reader #double the trouble au

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therealjordan23 · 2 months

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gwiles shitpost

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The first thing Gwen had to do was tell Miles, and from some of the stories she had heard from other women, it was always one of the challenging parts. It wasn't supposed to be scary or difficult, but ever since the doctor confirmed her suspicions two weeks ago, anytime she tried telling Miles, she found the words die in her throat every time she opened her mouth. At this point, he must've been under the assumption that she had developed some form of memory loss.

The first night they were married, they had spent the night curled up in bed in Miles’ dimension. Too much had happened in too little time; they simply slept, wrapped up together all night. The next morning, Gwen woke up with her arm resting lightly against his bare chest, and she felt his steady heartbeat underneath her palm. She was relieved to find out that it wasn't a dream, and she had indeed gotten married to the man of her dreams.

When he finally woke up an hour later, she kissed him with every ounce of passion she could muster, and they had truly become husband and wife in that one final threshold.

And now 4 months into the marriage, she was 2 months pregnant.

“Not that I don't like spending time with you," Hobie said thoughtfully. "But it's also dawn, Gwen. I thought you’d be asleep."

Gwen had woken up early that morning, before the sun had begun to rise. She detangled herself from Miles' loving embrace, and pulled the covers up to his chin upon seeing goosebumps rise steadily on his chest from being exposed to the cold air. She kissed his forehead and silently dressed herself. Sneaking out, she headed to Hobie’s dimension where she knew he’d just be coming back home after a night of partying. True enough, she had found him, and together, they were taking a morning walk.

"I needed to talk to you where other people wouldn't listen," Gwen insisted, sitting down on a tree trunk. "It's a secret."

"And Miles isn't in on this because…?"

"That's the problem."

She looked down at her hands and watched them shuffle and fidget. She'd been elated when she thought she might be pregnant, but she had to keep her excitement in check until she was sure. As soon as the doctor confirmed her suspicions, she took sudden permission from the universe to be as excited as possible. Truthfully she wasn't exactly sure if she and Miles were able to have children considering that they were from different universes. It was something they had accepted and talked about before tying the knot, and she was ecstatic to learn that yes, they were able to conceive children. Gwen wondered immediately if it would be a baby boy or girl, whether they would have a son or a daughter. She hoped the baby had her eyes and Miles' hair, and as much as she relished saying Gwen Stacy-Morales to herself often, she was even more excited that her children would share the same last name. Miles was the father of her children and she was the mother of his.

She wanted to communicate all of this to Miles, but she never found the words.

"Talk Gwendy, what's wrong?" Hobie asked, taking a seat on the ground next to her.

"I'm pregnant."

Why was it so easy to tell Hobie and not Miles? Well, perhaps because Hobie had little stake in it other than being the fun uncle. She and Hobie would not be forever bound by this life that they both created and shared.

That didn't stop him from turning pale and his eyes went wide. Gwen groaned.

"I don't know how to tell Miles, and you're freaking out, which means he'll definitely freak out, and it shouldn't be this hard! And at this point, he won't find out until I actually have the baby, and just say, 'Hi, this is yours', and, oof—!"

She was cut off by a very sudden and very tight hug. After a moment Hobie jumped back though.

"Sorry, I don't want to hurt you, love," he said, eyes darting to her still flat stomach and laughing nervously. "Congratulations Gwen! I’m so happy!"

Gwen smiled at that, and relaxed for the first time in days. "Really?" she asked.

Hobie looked at her in disbelief. "Are you daft? What do you mean 'really'? Of course, Gwen! Miles is basically my brother, you're like my sister!"

"I'm just nervous."

Hobie moved to kneel in front of her. "About what?"

"About what? About everything! Miles will lose his mind—"

"Why?" Hobie challenged.

She fumbled for an answer. "B-because he's going to be a father! His entire world is going to change, and suddenly, we're going to have a baby to take care of—"

"Gwen."

Hobie took her hands gently but with purpose. When she refused to look up, he put a few fingers beneath her chin and tilted her up until her eyes met his. And then he smiled the warmest smile he had ever shown her.

"No one is going to make better parents than you and Miles," he said very plainly. "Miles was born to be a father, and despite not knowing if he could, he's always wanted kids. And you've always been such a kind, gentle, nurturing person. And even better, you two are in love. That's rarer than it should be when it comes to parents. Hell, I wish my parents weren't separated, but here we are, Gwen. Love between parents is rare to come across these days. I know you'll both love that baby with all your heart because you love each other."

It was surprising how deep Hobie could be, and he had a point. She had been elated in the first seconds of knowing she'd be a mother, because she knew that they were doing this together. That's what a baby was: two lovers coming together to create an entire universe made up of stars from his eyes, planets from her hair, comets from their skin.

"Tell him Gwen. I mean right now when you get home. If you don't, I can't guarantee I can keep quiet for long," he laughed.

She smiled, she leaned forward and kissed his cheek, gave his hair a stroke, and stood, opening a portal back to Earth-1610. Hobie gave her one last hug as she walked through the portal to the front door of their home. Gwen entered just as quietly as she'd left.

The house was still dark. In the bedroom Miles had moved, turning onto his side with his hands bunched beneath the blanket. He was still heavily asleep, his breathing very deep. Gwen took a deep breath. She kneeled in front of him and gently brushed her hands through his hair. It was always soft and thick and curly. She studied his features intently: he had grown up a lot from their teenage days. Miles grew to be around 6’2 while she stayed 5’10, keeping his hair relatively the same. He had a light stubble, and was a lot more filled out and lean.He began to stir slightly at the touches, his eyes slowly creaking open. She leaned forward and kissed him until his eyes opened completely and he kissed her back lightly.

"Are you awake?" she said.

"Hmfph," he gave as a response, his voice thick, blinking rapidly.

She fought back a laugh. "Are you really awake? It's important," she said.

Miles pulled a hand up to his eyes and roughly rubbed the sleep out of them before pinching at the bridge of his nose. He sat up, the blanket falling down and exposing his skin to the chilly morning air and he shivered. He gave his hair a once through with his own hand before turning to Gwen with clearer eyes.

"Sí, mi amor, I'm awake," he said, yawning. "Are you alright?"

She took a deep breath through the nose, and told herself when she exhaled out would also come the news about the baby.

"I'm pregnant, Miles," she said.

He looked at first like he'd misunderstood her. Then his jaw fell open. His eyes looked down with such concentration she thought he might have been reading an invisible book.

But when Miles' eyes finally snapped back to Gwen, he smiled and his eyes were like fireworks. In one fluid motion he grabbed and pulled her in and rolled over. He tightly hugged Gwen who hugged him back. The anxious weight on her chest finally dissipated, and a garden of flowers replaced it. She told Miles, and it felt amazing.

He was whispering words of adoration in her ear while she just pulled at him tighter and relished the smell and feel of skin.

"I love you, Gwen," he said plainly and quietly.

"I love you too," she returned.

They spent half the day in bed, talking about names, taking bets on whose hair and eyes it would have. Miles insisted it would be the best Spider person; Gwen said she didn't care as long as they were happy and didn't set foot in an abandoned subway tunnel. He brought her food on a tray, insisted they'd buy all new food immediately, fresh food, he'd bring it to her whenever she needed. She laughed and told him it would be months before she'd truly need that.

It had been the best day of Gwen's life, but she knew there could only be one day that could outdo it.

But she'd have to wait 9 months.

#miles morales #gwen stacy #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #gwiles #miles x gwen #gwen x miles #spider gwen #spiderman #ghostflower #hobie brown

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rogerswifesblog · 11 months

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Stacy’s mom

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A/N: inspired by the song “Stacys mom” and our conversation @jamneuromain 😋 it was very spontaneous and I wrote it in a few hours but…It was kinda fun🤣 so let me know how you liked it! I’m thinking about a pt 2! (Yes I know I have thousands series and one shots planned and am still working on the bingo drabbles but…I like writing most of my things depending on my mood😋)

Summary: Steve knew he was in trouble walking into his friends house and seeing her mom.

Pairing: highschool!Steve Rogers x Stacys Mom reader

Warnings: stacys mom reader, older reader, age gap, Steve is 17/18 but reader and him don’t interact then besides some teasing, masturbation, underage drinking

“I think we should choose the second topic. Benefits of daily exercise and how to incorporate it into your routine. Let’s be honest, I’m the real life example”, Steve laughed, sitting with Stacy in her living room on the floor, in front of the coffee table. It was the first time he was at her place, needing to finish a project that was very important for the grade.

A few months ago his asthma became much better and his many asthma attacks stopped, making it possible for him to exercise. Puberty finally hit him and he got a growth spurt, growing nearly ten inches in just a few months. He was still lanky, but happy about not being the shortest in the class anymore.

But with puberty also came acne, his forehead and cheeks were covered in small and annoying pimples. He used extra creams to get rid of them, which slowly helped.

“That’s a good idea. Maybe you could talk about your experience…how it affected your health and body”, Stacy thought about it for a second before taking some notes. “We can-“ The slamming of a door made Stacy jump slightly, so did Steve.

“Are you stupid?! I said no. It’s tomorrow and not in a week do you hear me? You’re not going on any stupid trips with your new wh- oh I will call her what I want! You dirty cheater-don’t you dare not show up tomorrow-” a woman’s voice carried through the house, the clicking of heels coming closer as you walked into the kitchen, Stacy and Steve watching you as you opened the fridge, not even noticing the two teenagers.

“For fucks sake, I have all rights being mad at you. We were together for-” They both didn’t listen much further as Stacy started talking about the project again, but Steve wasn’t listening to her either. His gaze was glued to your form, dressed in an expensive looking suit, the red-bottomed heels making your legs look incredibly hot, your butt- “Steve, are you even listening?” “Of course I do. Yes. Definitely.-“ “yeah? What was I talking about?”

“….could you…maybe repeat it?” Steve felt himself blush a dark red, his face burning with shame of being caught checking out her mom. That was definitely embarrassing.

Even though he started working on the project again, he couldn’t stop himself from peaking over at you. You were still turned with your back to Them arguing on the phone.

“She’s probably talking to dad again. They argue a lot now with the divorce…I don’t blame her. Of course I love my dad, but he did her wrong. They were married for nearly twenty years and he cheated on her-from what I’ve heard it wasn’t the first time or at least it wasn’t a one time thing”, explained Stacy, seeing as Steve was looking over to the kitchen.

He blushed again, nodding slowly. “Sorry, I just thought we’d be alone. It’s a bit distracting-“ for other reasons that Stacy might suspect. “I can tell her to go to her office or bedroom. They’ll probably argue for a long long time…”, she sighed, already standing up. Steve immediately followed her, shaking his head, “no, no. It’s fine. We can just take a break for now-maybe order something to eat? Your mom maybe wants something too…”, he felt himself blush again, as Stacy walked to the kitchen, Steve following her.

“Hi mom-could you please talk a bit quieter? I told you Steve’s coming over today. We have a project”, said Stacy walking into the open kitchen. “But we’ll take a break now-order something to eat. You want something? A pizza? Thai?”

Hearing your daughters voice you lowered your phone, turning around to look at her, your gaze falling onto the young blonde boy watching your every move. He seemed…mesmerised. He extended his hand to introduce himself properly, making you smile lightly as you ended the call without saying anything else and took his hand. “Nice to meet you, Steve. I’m sorry you had to hear this. I’m usually not such a bitch it’s just my soon ex-husband makes my blood boil” You laughed quietly.

Steve chuckled too. You could tell it was a nervous chuckle. You imagined he may have liked your daughter and was stressed of meeting you, her mother.

“Just order the usual pizza I like and take some money from my purse, I’ll go change into something more comfortable.” With that you left the room and seeing how Steve couldn’t take his eyes off of you he knew he was in trouble.

The next time he saw you was only three weeks later, once again at stacys house. After working some more on the project they both decided to sit at the pool and sunbathe a bit. When he noticed the lawnmower at the gate seemingly unused since the lawn wasn’t taken care of. “You need help with the lawn maybe? I can take care of that”, said the young boy already standing up and walking over to the lawnmower.

Stacy wanted to argue with him about not needing to do so, but he did anyway. It’d only take him a few minutes and he liked the idea of impressing Stacy’s mom, you.

When he was nearly finished you walked out of the house, a towel wrapped around your body, the strings of a black bikini wrapped around your neck. And when you dropped the towel-he could burst. Your body was incredible. You were already a bit tanned, your curves dressed only in the bikini, your thighs moving against one another, the thick flesh wiggling with every step, making him want to bite into it.

Jesus. He really shouldn’t be thinking about things like that or he’d soon have a problem that needs to be hidden.

You were incredibly beautiful, your breasts and stomach looking so soft. He could see some stretch marks, but they only made you even more attractive.

“You missed a spot over there, Stevie sweetheart”, you teased him, noticing how he stopped concentrating on his task. He felt himself blush, a small smile creeping on his lips as he nodded and kept going, this time a bit more concentrated.

You couldn’t stop yourself from teasing him a bit more, since he watched you Everytime he walked by, so you took the sunscreen and started applying it on your whole body. Stacy didn’t notice any of it since she had her eyes closed. Besides you tried to make it look like you weren’t doing anything on purpose-especially not then you stood up and started applying the suncream on your legs, bending down and showing off your legs.

A grin crept on your lips when you heard the Grill being knocked over. It was your ex husbands anyway.

After finishing mowing the lawn he quickly excused himself to the bathroom, closing the door and immediately leaning against the text wall, pushing down his swim shorts. His hardness springing free. He didn’t waste any time before spitting in his palm and wrapping his fingers around his length, stroking himself hard and fast.

He tried to keep his moans quiet, but still couldn’t stop the gasps escaping his lips, especially when he started imagining it wasn’t his hand on his dick. He thought about your soft skin against his body. Your thighs wrapped around his slim waist-or even better if he’d fuck your thighs. Your meaty legs would feel amazing, squeezing his dick. Maybe you’d even let him finish like that. On your stomach and tits-or Steve you’d let him fuck your pussy without a condom, letting him feel your velvet walls. Your wet and tight curb gripping him tightly, your moans would be so soft and sweet.

Before he’d let himself come he’d make sure to get at least two orgasm out of you. Maybe one with his mouth or fingers, then on his cock…then he’d love to shoot his load in you. Filling you with his seed.

The thought was all he needed to come, shooting his load all over himself. Thank god he managed to push his shirt up just in time before making a mess.

He felt ashamed wiping off his cum from the bathroom floor before walking back to the pool, where his heart's desire sat.

It was a fantasy. He knew. He definitely had no chance, being only a teenager and especially being friends with your daughter.

But having a fantasy didn’t hurt even a bit, right?

He loved watching you whenever you moved or walked around the house. Your house quickly became a place he visited at least once a week, always working on the project. But the worst was happening-well, two things. One, the project was slowly coming to an end and you had a date.

It’s not like he had any right to be jealous, but…still. Watching you getting all dolled up for some guy made his heart tighten. You always looked beautiful but seeing you in a beautiful light blue dress, with a low cleavage, showing off your shoulders and collarbones made his throat dry. The dark, black choker you wore made you look a bit like…Cinderella.

A smile crept onto his lips as he thought about it, quickly looking down not to get caught.

He wished you looked this good for him. He wished he could take you out on a date, have your soft hands wrapped around his arm.

But he couldn’t take you out. He didn’t even have the money to do so.

Sighing he opened his textbook again, taking some last notes.

Maybe one day he could at least buy you a bouquet of the most beautiful roses…

The project was finally finished, only two weeks later Stacy and Steve had everything ready to hand in and decided to have a nice and relaxing evening together drinking some beer which…Stacy asked you to buy. Surprisingly Stacy said you had only chuckled at that question and actually bought a few.

In all These weeks Steve and Stacy got closer, but only in a platonic way. Stacy had tried to flirt with him at first, but it changed quickly. He couldn’t tell exactly when but at some point she just stopped.

And now they were just sitting in the backyard, drinking beers, both on their third ones.

“Steve…I wanted to ask you…have you a thing for my mom?”, not expecting this question Steve choked on his beer, immediately coughing and spitting his beer all over himself.

“Wh-what?”, he croaked, shaking his head quickly. “I-I'd never-no. Of course not. That’s-That'd be…that’d be weird. I’m mean-it’s your mom-“ Stacys laugh interrupted his rambling.

“I knew it. You’re not very subtle with all the question you know? Is your mom back from the business trip? Is she away for work again? Do you think she likes roses or sunflowers more? You weren’t subtle. Not at all, Steve. At first I was really weirded out, but…I guess we all have some weird crushes at some point, you know? We’ll go to college soon, anyway, so you’ll get over it”, she shrugged, making Steve blush with every next sentence.

He took another big sip from his bottle, looking to the house for a second, where he could see you walking around the kitchen, preparing dinner. “Yeah…’s just a crush”, he mumbled, not wanting to tell Stacy how much he actually liked you.

But she was right. He’d probably get over you soon. He’d meet someone at his new university…

But did he really want that??

This thought stayed in his head for the rest of the evening, his chest feeling incredibly tight knowing it may be the last time he’d see you.

Slightly drunk Stacy and Steve walked back into the house, seeing you had left the food for them on the counter. They are quietly, not wanting to disturb you and after both laid down-Stacy in her room and Steve in the living room on the pull-out sofa. Even tho he was comfortable and surrounded by your smell he didn’t feel any peace. He couldn’t fall asleep, his mind was racing.

You yourself had eaten earlier before taking a bath and walked into your bedroom to go to sleep early.

But of course you were awoken by your small bladder, needing release. Sighing you sat up, straightening your nightgown in case the kids were still outside or still awake. Then you walked out of your bedroom, wrapping a silky robe around your body.

You did your business quietly, washed your hands and looked a bit tiredly into the mirror. A sigh escaped your lips. You were getting old, weren’t you? This year you turned 36 and it showed. The wrinkles around your eyes couldn’t be hidden anymore. Your skin wasn’t as smooth as it used to be. Your body wasn’t the same anymore, you had stretch marks, it was hard to stay in shape, especially with your limited time since you were always busy with work…

You sighed again, putting your night creame once again on. It wouldn’t change anything overnight of course, but you still hoped it’d slow down the aging. It’s not like you looked bad or really old-you weren’t even that old, if you had to be honest, but….you’d love to be twenty again, for one night at least.

Leaving the bathroom you walked quietly through the room, being stopped when Steve stumbled out of the living room, looking like he was in a hurry-at First you thought he wanted to go to the bathroom but when you stepped aside to let him through, he only stepped closer to you.

Your gaze fell for a second on his bare, slim chest. He gained a bit muscles since you had last seen him at the pool a few weeks ago. He looked cute. Not that it mattered. It’s weird you were even thinking like this.

“Give me a chance”, he mumbled, making you furrow your eyebrows, a little wrinkle appearing between them. “What?” “Give me a chance…I-I’ll try to be the perfect guy for you. I could be-I just-I need to finish school-and co-“ You shook your head, now understanding. “Steve, Steve, stop-We can’t. I can’t…you’re just drunk. You gotta go back to sleep, okay?”, you smiled kindly, slowly wrapping your fingers around his wrists and pulling him with you to the living room, pushing him into a sitting position.

“I mean it-you deserve a guy like me. I’ll be perfect for you-I know I’m still young but-“ “exactly Steve. You’re young. You could be my child-your friends is my daughter, okay? I’m really flattered by your attraction but…it’s not right. I’m sorry, Steve, you need to go to sleep now. And let’s just ignore this conversation, okay”, you tried to be gentle with your words but still saw some tears well up in his eyes.

Hesitatly you stepped between his legs, wrapping your arms around him and pulling into a hug. His head immediately rested against your stomach, right below your breasts as he sniffed quietly. Not wanting to make it any harder for him…and maybe also yourself…you pulled away.

While leaving the living room your couldn’t stop yourself from looking over your shoulder at him, meeting his gaze. You immediately looked away again and walked to your room.

This time it was much harder to fall asleep.

In the morning you quietly made some scrambled eggs and beacon, trying to ignore the feeling rising up in your chest when Steve woke up from the smell and a smile appeared on his lips, you noticed it, because you were watching him from the open kitchen. You could see him perfectly. And it broke your heart.

He rubbed his eyes tiredly, feeling a bit of a headache, especially remembering the conversation with you. Oh god. Had he really did it? Said he wanted to be with you?

You noticed how Steve blushed and when he looked up at you, your eyes meeting, your own face started burning. As quick and nonchalant as possible you looked away.

Only a few minutes later Stacy came to the kitchen and you sat down together to eat breakfast. All this time you tried to ignore Steve even though you still felt his gaze on you.

After finishing the food it was time for him to leave and stacy decided to drive him, so she quickly went to her room to get ready. Meanwhile steve stayed with you in the kitchen, putting the dishes away.

“About yesterday…I’m sorry. For everything…I still stand by it, but I shouldn’t have be so pressing-“ “Steve, don’t worry. I get it…in a way, at least. You’re a very sweet boy, but I’m too old for you. It can’t happen”, You explained friendly, smiling at him before looking once again.

You felt Steve step a bit closer to you, the warmth of his body radiating. “Is…is there really no chance? Not even a small one? Please…”, he whispered, his hand gently touching your arm.

Steve noticed how you got goosebumps as soon as he touched you. A nervous chuckle escaped your lips as you patted his arm gently, yearning Stacy walking down the stairs.

“Yeah, sure Steve, come back when you’re twenty one”, you joked quietly, stepping away again just in time for Stacy to walk into the kitchen. “Okay-we can go!”

With that Steve looked at you one last time before disappearing. Not only did he leave your house that day, but also walked out of your life forever.

Or so you thought.

In the first few weeks you had thought about him more than you should. About his pretty smile and the beautiful blues. About his graduation and which college he chose. About if you’d ever see him again, which you knew you shouldn’t.

Months later you stopped thinking about him so often. There were a few evenings where you thought about him, sure, but less and less…

And then the years went by and Steve became one of Stacys old highschool friends that she hadn’t talked to in a long time.

So it surprised you to say the least when you heard the doorbell, interrupting your quiet moment of reading. You were so concerned on the book you jumped slightly, putting your book down and walking to the door. In this time the doorbell rang again. “Jesus, so inpatient…”, you mumbled to yourself, opening the door.

Your breath hitched.

Your heartbeat immediately speeding up.

In the first second you didn’t even recognise him.

He was bigger. His shoulder so broad you weren’t sure if he’d fit in the door, taller than before and…a beard. Wow.

He changed a lot.

But his beautiful eyes stayed the same. The same bright blue.

“Steve? What-“ “You said to come back when I’m twenty one…so, can I take you out on a proper date now?”, he interrupted you, holding out his ID for you to look over.

He was indeed twenty one. Today was his birthday.

Pt 2

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athene-owl · 4 months

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Dream Video Bullshit

I decided against my better judgement to watch Dream's latest video. Here are the main things I wanted to say - if I don't mention something it's probably because I actually agree with what Dream said or don't know/care. A lot of this is rambling and venting because I'm annoyed and refuse to give him/his fans anymore of my energy or time to polish up this post.

1:16 - Dream says his accusers will make it harder for 'real victims in the future' to be believed and I just need to say that this felt like a really brash and entitled thing to start the video up with. Now you wanna care about victims Dream? After what happened last year? We'll get to that.

3:40 - This is a very small thing but Dream says here that in one video while he was playing Minecraft muted, he was being 'interviewed' by a SWAT Team member next to him in the room and I just can't help but question the validity of this because how did this happen? You were swatted and had someone in the room with you asking questions and you divided your attention between that and still playing Minecraft? You didn't just stop playing to focus on the SWAT Team? This barely matters but it fascinates me.

5:09 - Dream really goes out of his way here to point out that his speedrun cheating was discovered by a cheater and plays a clip showing how illegitimate this guy's speedruns were. This absolutely feels like him shifting blame and trying to paint this rando as a bad person to somehow excuse his own cheating which he says was unintentional. At 5:30 he says him and a developer had ruled out him using a mod - how did they determine this when he WAS proven to have used a mod and insisted he didn't realize? He doesn't elaborate.

6:30 - Here Dream acknowledges his behavior towards the speedrunning mods was bad and takes responsibility for it which is good but does not erase all the drama and bullshit he caused. When that whole thing went down, his stans passionately took his side but now that he's admitted to acting wrong they are fawning over his maturity - you guys sure didn't have a problem with it back then. At 6:40 he makes the point that the speedrun was 3 years ago and a lot has changed and I just don't see that change when he's still causing dumbass drama every week. Good on him for taking his videos down and apologizing to the mods but, again, his stans were all enthusiastically on his side then so I don't want to hear them now praising him for doing the right thing when clearly his behavior wasn't enough to turn them away from him 3 years ago. This is a trend with Dream's stans.

10:02 - Here Dream admits he was wrong to immediately and publicly disregard the info dug up about his domestic abuser friend which OK, good to admit, but 2 things - 1. Why, only a year ago, were you so quick and eager to disregard reports of abuse and 2. How did the fandom react to this. Again, if people took his side and disbelieved the victim, they can't now be so proud of him for admitting he was wrong. This does NOT instill confidence in me that him and his community would take later allegations against Dream seriously. Hot take, but I really think his initial response was despicable, irresponsible and I just feel sorry for the guy's victim in all of this. At 11:48 he pats himself on the back for how he handled the situation (besides initially brushing off the evidence) and ends with "I made it clear I didn't support domestic violence even at the detriment of one of my oldest friendships" and I'm sorry but given how Dream conducts himself, that feels like a manipulative little ploy to look good and garner pity for doing the bare minimum. Again, how many of his stans leapt at the chance to brush aside abuse reports and documented evidence and what did he do?

EDIT: Previously I thought the info on the friend was revealed by the victim herself speaking up but I was corrected on this and now know it was the friend's info being leaked and people snooping. Check my reblog for more info.

15:00 - He defends his Snapchat use with the fact that he promotes content on there but the photos consist of him doing random shit in his day-to-day life so I fail to see how that promotes his content rather than feeding his fans' parasocial relationship with him lol. At 15:20 he admits he isn't the one liking weird fanart on his account and 1. He's just admit he's been lying about running his own account for years and 2. Did he ever speak against the weird sexualisation in his community? Why did he allow his friend to keep liking weird shit, only messaging her to unlike it after the fact rather than laying the rules out? Idk this is just weird man. At 15:23 he shows a tweet by a defender of his stating that clearly he runs his account because if he had someone else running it, there would be a disclaimer. His fans gave him the benefit of the doubt and chastised others for not doing the same only to be proven wrong themselves lmao

17:08 - Dream claims he 'doesn't take himself too seriously' and I do not fucking believe that. This man has the ego of a planet and is lashing out at others every fucking week over it. Be fucking for real.

20:10 - Here Dream admits that him calling his fanbase 'kittens' was weird and he regrets it but also insists the whole 'Discord kitten' meme wasn't big back then and, this is purely anecdotal, but I absolutely think it was. Anyway, again, I wonder how many of his fans defended this back in the day and how many of those same people will now agree with Dream it was embarrassing and weird solely because HE now says it is and not because they can critically look at his behavior themselves. I'm skeptical of him insisting it wasn't meant in a weird way and he randomly chose the term 'kitten' because everyone back then instantly connected it to the Discord kitten thing but ok.

21:29 - Dream discusses the whole 'selling baby photos of himself' thing which I had never heard about before and am a bit gagged by. Anyway, here he specifically points out that celebrities have sold their baby photos before as if that helps his case at all, he explains the hard drive wristband thing was the product BUT it is still insanely weird and egotistical to me to include baby photos on that drive. He compares this to a biography but, again, this does not help the parasocial allegations because what the fuck has he done in his life to warrant a biography and what sort of audience needs this? I know this might be sacrilege to say but uhh this was objectively weird of him to do and he cannot sway my mind on that. Also for someone who doesn't take himself seriously, he sure was happy to quote himself on the hard drive???

36:09 - Finally into the more serious shit. Here, Dream points out the fact that Amanda was defending him when the whole face reveal happened 10 days before her allegations came out + liking his tweets 2 days before the allegations. I just wanna say this really means little, victims can be in denial or have complicated feelings. Also, at 36:18 he then says that she made her accusations because of the hate train following the face reveal and she wanted to get in on it even though he just said she was supportive of him and defending him? He's spinning this both ways - saying she was supportive to discredit her claim and then saying she suddenly hated him to also discredit her claim.

38:05 - He gets his mum involved to prove a point and I cannot emphasize enough how meaningless this is, even if its the truth you expect me to think your mother is unbiased and wouldn't lie to cover your ass?

40:06 - Bold of Dream to criticize Amanda for not treating the situation seriously when Dream stans are running around calling this shit a 'drontroversy'. At 44:20 he even says this isn't online drama. He also uses the image below as proof of her wanting him or whatever which 1. Doesn't matter when discussing underage exploitation because her behavior would never warrant her being taken advantage of and 2. Also shows him making weird sexual comments which he vehemently denied doing earlier.

42:12 - Dream asks how, if Amanda is dishonest about some things, how can anything she says be trusted? Why can't that same logic be applied to Dream for things he has no actual evidence for? He makes this argument again at 43:20 - if she's lying about the photo, how do you know she's not lying about everything else? Not a great argument from Dream of all people.

44:00 - AGAIN this man relies on victim-blaming rhetoric to make his point - "Go to the police. Or sue me. The standard of proof for you suing me is only proving that it's more likely than not that you're telling the truth. 51%. Come take my money." The insinuation that it's easy or simple for women to take men to court and sue them for sexual crimes is laughable and shows a real arrogance and ignorance to Dream. Again, regardless of how true the allegations were, women have gone to court with every type of evidence under the sun and still got nothing so what makes Dream assume this is an easy process? Do victims need to sue their abusers to be telling the truth? With all of his money and privilege, would Dream not be at a huge advantage in court? Weak argument that really feels disrespectful. At 44:15 he makes a little remark about how in court, her 'weird comments' and 'character' would have to be questioned and answered for. Despite the fact that any comments she made as a minor would be irrelevant in this case, despite the fact that someone's 'character' doesn't automatically determine whether they're a victim or not, this is also a funny comment because he's right - yeah, in court the female accuser would be picked apart and judged for shit that doesn't matter. Good thinking there Dream, really making your case!

44:25 - Here he gives a little lecture to Amanda about her hurting 'real victims' and again, as a reminder, this man publicly disregarded those concerned about intricate reports of abuse, has watched as his fans doxed and abused countless people and yet positions himself as an authority on deciding who is a real victims and who isn't. What also makes shit hard for victims is highly popular men like him convincing people to instantly disbelieve women, send them endless hate and make ignorant comments about how victims act. I don't want to hear any moral lecturing from Dream of all people about others 'hurting real victims'. Argue with the wall.

He then has a whole section on Nick Cantu and let me make this clear - Nick being a violent asshole has nothing to do with Dream's behavior or the allegations so I don't care and I do in fact think he focused on it to make himself look better.

57:50 - Dream wants to talk about the dangers of swatting and doxxing. You know, his own stans have doxxed people and once endangered a black person by sending police to their house for a welfare check in an area where welfare checks had resulted in black people being murdered by cops. He says that he always condemned this behavior but shows no proof of this. What actions did he directly take to discourage and stop this and help the people his own supporters had hurt? If anyone has receipts on anything he's done to help, feel free to show me because he provides no evidence of doing anything and I am really not amused by him skirting around his own community's doxxing of people.

1:00:20 - So here he plays the infamous moaning video in it's entirety but has it muted? I get it's gross but when the audio is the whole point, it seems so useless to play it muted. Just a weird choice but it is easy to find elsewhere.

1:09:28 - Makes another statement here that if something is disproven in court then that means it didn't happen which is blatantly untrue, esp when we're talking about sexual crimes. Very ignorant thing to say and really annoys me with how much he's positioning himself as a champion for victims.

After this Dream does a lot more talking about how people treat victims and it's mostly good stuff but AGAIN this is coming from the guy whose fans have doxxed countless people and who instantly mocked people for caring about serious abuse reports. He never makes this parallel, he never points out that he has undoubtedly done more harm to victims with his bullshit, he just puts himself on a moral high ground and its really obnoxious. I cannot emphasize enough how fucking annoying and self congratulatory this man is holy fuck.

EDIT: Initially I had a point here about how little Dream went into the 24 page document released compiling evidence against him, but I was informed this came out right before the video's release, a day before or on the same day it appears. I thought incorrectly it had come out earlier, I will say I still believe he needs to address this in the future, check my reblog for more details.

1:17:00 - This is a doozy and will be my closing point. Dream spends a bit talking about 'false allegations' and calls it a popular trend, happening to hundreds of online creators. IRL, false allegations for rape are severely exaggerated and, if anything, rape is horribly under reported. Women are significantly more likely to be raped then men are to be 'falsely accused' and, when you factor in how horrible the justice system is towards victims, rape culture, how difficult it can be to prove something like rape and how low the rates of successful convictions are, the truth is that a lot of 'disproven' cases are true and were just brushed aside. Furthermore, all crimes have 'false allegations' yet the only one to ever be discussed is rape because it's an easy out. I'm pretty sure I read somewhere that rape has comparatively low rates of 'false allegations' compared to other crimes but idk. I know the internet is different, I know people make up lies all the time but I am NOT fucking keen on how much Dream emphasizes false allegations as a common thing when IRL they are not. I am NOT looking forward to every content creator from now on claiming its just 'false accusations' and people falling for it because their favourite Minecraft YouTube insisted it was an epidemic. I am NOT keen for discussions of victims and rape culture to be dominated by this shit and for victims to continue to be silenced and disbelieved. I think you have to be very, very fucking careful when talking about 'false allegations' and I do not think Dream of all people is remotely capable of giving this the nuance it needs. This is gonna be so fucking unbearable in the future to deal with and every single fandom will latch onto this to brush off potential red flags, I guarantee.

#dream #dreamwastaken #dream stans #dream situation #there I'm done #I don't know anything more on his situation so I'm hesitant to give my takes on that but regardless this video was pretty bad in places

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Bloody Skywalker | Pt. 1 | Anakin x Reader

Summary: Obi-Wan knew that putting two young people together would result in too many emotions to handle, yet he just stood there and watched it all unfold for years. The most interesting things, however, are happening right where he can’t see the bloody Skywalker.

Content: Anakin x Female!Padawan!reader, jealousy angst, bits of fluff, Padme hate club, no mature content (yet 😏)

Word count: 6.6K

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A set of memories - and she was in all of them, making it impossible for Anakin to fall asleep. He was staring into the dark ceiling before eventually drifting off to the land of memories, one he hadn't been able to escape for some time, one that protected him from the reality he'd been feeling uneasy in...

As he turned away from Padme sleeping at his side, the first memory clouded his head, the oldest one he had of someone else.

It was a very warm day years ago, one that reminded him of his life on Tatooine. He was walking through the Jedi temple with Obi-Wan, who was slowly explaining their upcoming mission to him, and nothing was out of the ordinary - that's why Anakin had no reasons to even suspect he was about to meet someone who would impact his life so much.

A young girl they almost bumped into after turning a corner.

"Oh, right, the two of you haven't met before," said Obi-Wan, immediately recognising her. "Anakin, meet Y/N, Grand Master Yoda's new Padawan."

"I didn't know Master Yoda had Padawans," said Anakin to Kenobi's apparent disappointment.

"Anakin..." He sighed heavily, covering his face with his hand and the girl just giggled, making the boy laugh, too.

"Pleasure to meet you, Anakin," she said confidently as they exchanged a greeting. "I've heard a lot about you from your master."

"Oh, have you? Wonder what that was..."

Kenobi just shook his head as Anakin took a moment to take her in. Y/N had to be around his age and, overall, looked quite pretty, even if the Jedi robe wasn't exactly the most outstanding fashion piece.

"Where are you from?" Anakin asked curiously.

"I'm from Nab..."

"Now, as nice as it is," Obi-Wan interjected, "Anakin and I have to excuse ourselves, Y/N. They are expecting us. You two will have plenty of time to get to know each other."

"Oh, yes, I see." She bowed her head slightly. "So until the next time, Anakin."

And they got to meet again just a week later, again in the Jedi temple. She was training with Yoda himself, trying to deflect each and every one of the swings of his lightsaber, which wasn't easy in spite of her being much taller than him. Anakin watched all of this in awe, and even after years he remembered how impressed he was, how he wondered if he were better.

Eventually, Yoda knocked Y/N's blue lightsaber out of her hand, and she fell to her knees, having completely lost balance.

"I'm sorry for failing again, Master," she said with her head hung low while breathing heavily, unable to look him in the eye. Yoda didn't seem to be angry nor disappointed - on the contrary, he hid his weapon with the faintest smile.

"Do not worry, still learning you are," he told her loudly.

"See, Anakin?" Obi-Wan turned to his Padawan. "That's what I've been telling you, too."

Yoda turned towards the unexpected guests as if he had just spotted them. Obi-Wan and Anakin moved closer as he spoke to them:

"Oh! Fight together the two of you should." He pointed at Anakin. "Your skills checking you should try."

Y/N raised her head in surprise, then used the Force to bring her lightsaber back into her hand.

"Excellent idea," said Obi-Wan as she stood up to meet them. "It will be good training for both of you."

Y/N, who was already standing next to the three of them, exchanged looks with Anakin.

"Shall we?" he asked with a small smile, one she had already come to like. Hell, the guy was handsome, and she didn't need to know him well to see that.

"Alright then," she replied, and even though she was still tired from her battle with Yoda, she was eager to find out how Anakin fought, to find out more about him.

"Anakin," Obi-Wan called him, and the boy turned to him one last time. "Be gentle, just gentle," he mouthed.

"Oh, I heard that, Master," Y/N said, clearly offended. "He doesn't have to. I can handle it."

"It has nothing to do with you, Y/N. You just don't know him yet," Obi-Wan explained, causing Anakin to chuckle. Y/N didn't even know she was about to find out her opponent wasn't aggressive - but just pure chaos.

"Leave them to themselves we shall," Yoda said to Kenobi, nodding wisely. "Not always their Masters by their side they will have."

Obi-Wan was a little afraid of doing that, knowing what Anakin could do, but he nodded eventually, not intending to disobey Yoda's ideas.

The Masters left, and before their Padawans knew it, they were fighting with each other, lightsaber to lightsaber, although neither of them was really trying to hurt the other. They both wanted to talk; and why not use the 'fight' for that?

"So you didn't tell me and I ask again," he said in between the swings of his lightsaber as if it was nothing, "where are you from?"

For a moment, she didn't speak, concentrating on deflecting his blows, until eventually she found time to focus on talking as well.

"Naboo, you?"

"Tatooine," he replied, barely avoiding the swing above his head.

"The sand one, isn't it?" she asked as he retaliated, almost poking his lightsaber through her hand. Anakin found time to nod in between his swift moves, then clashed his lightsaber with hers.

"I hate sand, though," he said, and this was when Y/N was lost. She stopped in her tracks for a second, and Anakin seized the opportunity to knock her weapon out of her hand, but she didn't seem to care - instead, she began laughing hysterically. Anakin lowered his lightsaber and watched her in confusion.

"I'm sorry, I..." She couldn't utter a word between her giggles. "This was the funniest thing I've ever heard. I can't." She kept on laughing, almost becoming out of breath in the process.

"Does that mean I win?" he asked with a grin.

"Yes, you can have it." She said between her chuckles. "Let's say you won verbally..."

"I don't know why it's so funny, but if I win, then I'm not going to argue." He shrugged and she just shook her head.

"I don't even know what's got into me." She was breathing heavily while using the Force to retrieve her lightsaber again. "One way or another... It's nice getting to know you. Maybe we should continue our conversation during dinner?"

Anakin agreed eagerly, feeling famished. He didn't notice it, but during that dinner it was sometimes difficult for her to look him in the eye - he was astonishingly handsome from up close, and it really made her act like an embarrassed teen. But they were both still young, so she hoped it could be somehow forgiven... And she hoped Anakin didn't see her as a silly girl who couldn't handle talking to a good-looking guy.

He didn't. He came to like her quickly, too, and they had much to talk about, including gossiping about their respectful masters. This was when he found out she was an orphan and used to work as a herbalist on Naboo, and how Yoda found her and offered to train her after he sensed she could use the Force. She admitted that the Jedi order was the first group of people that felt like family to her, especially because she had never met her parents. He, too, revealed his past to her, and how he missed his mother. This touched Y/N; she really appreciated the fact he opened up to her, what made her like much more than just his face.

"May the Force be with you, Anakin," Y/N told him as they parted that day, smiling to him sincerely. The long conversation they had made her think he was a truly interesting person, even if he acted a bit silly at times.

"You too... Y/N," Anakin replied, cracking a smile, too.

A few years have passed, but he still remembered that day very well, because it was the beginning of their friendship, one that lately was becoming more and more difficult. Now that he was laying in his bed, unable to sleep beacuse of nightmares that had been haunting him constantly for days, he tried to think of all these good moments just to feel better. Padme didn't understand him; at least that's what he thought. She wasn't Force sensitive, she had no idea what he was going through...

Padme was another matter that made things harder between him and Y/N. He remembered that day from a few months before when she saw them together for the first time. Anakin was terrified, but it was nothing compared to what Y/N was feeling.

It was the day her heart shattered completely. She had been falling for him for months - but how could she not when he was young and bright, when they had so much to talk about, when he looked the way he looked...? Of course, she tried to restrain herself, because the Jedi order didn't allow any attachments - but when she saw him with another girl, it became clear to her she wasn't able to let it go.

Her self-confidence dropped significantly after that, too. It was obvious Anakin would be more interested in someone like Padme - coming from Naboo, of course Y/N knew who she was... But Anakin had no idea what was going through her mind.

"Are you going to report it?" he asked her that day, and it pierced her heart. Talking to him after what she'd seen was agony.

One part of her wanted it, the selfishness provoked by hurt wanted her to run to Kenobi and tell him everything, make them split up or make Anakin leave the Jedi... But she couldn't do that to him, not when she loved him.

"No," she replied in a shaky voice. "Love doesn't choose, does it?" she added since she knew better than anyone that it did not, in fact, choose. If it did, she would never choose to fall for that bloody Skywalker.

"Thank you," he breathed out and she just nodded, unable to look into his eyes.

"But if I were you, I would be more careful. Especially around your Master," she muttered, then turned on her heel to leave, knowing she couldn't talk to him anymore.

Things got worse from then on. Anakin noticed that she was trying to distance herself from him, and thought it was because he was defying the Jedi code. He had no idea it was purely because she was hopelessly trying to lose feelings for him.

It was a burden, one that was getting worse and worse, especially when their Masters made them work together. Y/N tried to remain professional, tried not to look at him too much, tried to forget about him while he was oblivious to her tortures. And every time they parted, she thought about him going back to Padme, risking his position for her...

Anakin had no idea it became too much for Y/N a mere week ago. She had to at least talk about it to someone, having been suffocating for months, and she needed advice. Too afraid to confess everything to her own Master, she decided to turn to someone who knew Anakin best - and it was Obi-Wan.

It was a calm, warm evening when she found herself in front of Kenobi's quarters, then raised her hand shakily to knock. She sensed he was there, yet still had the slightest hope he wouldn't answer. Maybe it was a stupid idea to come to him after all...?

Eventually and inevitably, the door opened, revealing a surprised man who was apparently preparing for bed.

"Oh, Y/N," said Obi-Wan, clearly shocked by whom he saw.

"Master Obi-Wan, I'm sorry for disturbing you," she murmured quickly, "but can I talk to you?"

"Well, uh, yes, of course," he replied, trying to act as if he was completely composed and ready to act. "Did something happen?"

"I have a problem and..." She heaved a sigh, lowering her head. "I'm afraid to talk to Master Yoda about it."

This was when Obi-Wan immediately became more serious and moved aside to let her into his room.

"Come on in, then."

Before she knew it, she was sitting on his bed in a dimly lit room while he was standing in front of her with a concerned frown. She was already regretting coming to him, but the damage had been done.

"So what is it?" he asked, making her sigh again.

Now or never.

"I... I have fallen in love."

Obi-Wan closed his eyes as if bracing for impact. He expected something else... But now he understood why she was so nervous, and how hard it will be to help her.

"I know, I know, I know I must not," she said quickly, having noticed his expression. "That's why I'm here, asking you how to cope with it."

This was the man's turn to sigh. He crossed his arms on his chest and leaned against the wall, knowing how hard of a conversation it will be. He wasn't surprised she didn't want to talk to Yoda about it.

"I'm much older than you and I still haven't found the solution, you know?" He ran his hand through his hair. "It's as hard as it gets, I'm afraid..."

Y/N nodded, hugging her arms to herself. If even Kenobi couldn't handle it... Then how could she?

"Maybe I should leave the order. I cannot be a good Jedi if I..."

"Hey, don't say that." Obi-Wan immediately plopped down next to her to somehow have control of what she was doing. "You have the Force with you, you have the talent, Master Yoda wouldn't want to teach you if you didn't..."

"But what good can I be if I can't control my emotions?" she interjected, feeling completely helpless. "It's been months. And I can't let go, even though I tried."

"Listen, falling in love in itself isn't a sin..." he began, wondering how to begin. "It just depends on what you do with it."

"It's hard to control it if I see him almost every day," she whispered and then clasped a hand over her mouth as realisation took over.

At that point, Obi-Wan had to ask the question that was on his mind ever since she confessed her problem.

"It's Anakin, isn't it?"

"Don't ask me that question."

Of course it was him. Kenobi was afraid it would come to this - but could he blame her? Many times he thought putting two young people together would result in too many emotions to handle, yet he just stood there and watched it all unfold for years. If it weren't for the code, he would give these two his own blessing; his heart rose when they laughed with each other just to become serious the moment they needed to focus on the mission, and just how young, beautiful and blissful they looked together...

"I hate these rules," she said eventually, shaking her head.

"I sometimes do, too," Obi-Wan admitted. "But it's not the end of the world, Y/N, trust me."

"I will not disturb you any further." She stood up quickly, then rushed towards the door. "I have to go and... Reconsider my place here."

"Y/N, look at me." Obi-Wan grabbed her shoulder to turn her towards him. "I know it's hard, but you'll get through this. And I will help you if you want. Just... Don't make any impulsive decisions, alright? We can't lose people like you from the Jedi."

"I... I promise I'll think about it," she replied eventually, then left, now even more puzzled than before meeting Kenobi.

Now, a week later, Anakin still had no idea. He also had no idea what he was about to do to Y/N as he slid off his bed. He knew it was no use trying to fall asleep again; he had to talk to her and regain what they had. He threw on a robe to cover his bare chest, then, without even glancing at sleeping Padme, left the room as if in trance.

Y/N's temporary bedroom was just several corridors away. Anakin felt a bit weird about going to meet her; they haven't spoken for a few days, maybe even more if you excluded some forced dialogue, and it really upset him. He couldn't know, however, it was her trying to let go of him again.

She was fast asleep until she suddenly felt a shiver come down her spine. She thought it was a nightmare overtaking her body, but she quickly realised it was the Force, notifying her someone close to her was near.

No, why am I sensing him again... I'm losing my mind.

However, it didn't take much before she realised it wasn't a dream. Knocking on her bedroom's door was pretty much real, and she stirred awake. It was all so sudden that she didn't even think about it - scared that there might be an emergency, she jumped out of her bed just in her nightgown.

She sensed who was standing on the other side of the door - and yet, she didn't want to believe it. She opened before she could hesitate any further, and her mouth fell open.

It was him. Bloody Skywalker.

"Anakin? What are you doing here?" she asked sleepily, suddenly feeling very conscious that he could ogle her exposed shoulders and collarbone, even if there was only some city lights getting inside through the window, so neither of them saw too much. He was in a robe, his longish hair ruffled, and it seemed like he had just left bed, too. Y/N looked behind him, as if looking for any signs of commotion, but everything seemed perfectly peaceful. So why would he come to her in the middle of the night?

"Can we... Talk?" he asked quietly, then gulped, making her imagine the worst possible scenarios.

"Is it something bad?"

"No... Yes?" He looked up at her. "I'm not sure."

Y/N sighed. Although she's been trying to avoid him, she knew it would be impossible for her to refuse him. Especially not when he stood there, looking like this, and the night protected them both.

"Maybe that's not how I should've started," he added after a moment, having seen her uncertain expression. "I know you're avoiding me. Even though... I don't know why. Did I do something to you?"

Why did he have to ask that?

Y/N just stepped aside, giving him clear permission to enter - so he did, but he was still waiting for her answer, glancing at her hopefully. He hated the atmosphere between them now and was determined to change it.

Y/N closed the door, then leaned against it as if for support and crossed her arms. She had to answer; after all, it was her who began distancing herself, and they've been growing apart ever since she found out about Padme.

"It's not about you, Anakin," she muttered eventually, her gaze focused on anything but him.

"What do you mean?"

"It's not your fault that I'm avoiding you," she whispered, afraid that if she said that any louder her voice would crack and she would become a mess of a person.

"Then what happened?" he asked with pure concern. "I miss it when we... When we just spent time together. And laughed and... Don't you remember when we used to race in ships and Obi-Wan said you couldn't leave us alone for a minute?"

She couldn't bear it. Her heart was aching while she listened to all of that - she missed it all, too, of course she did, but...

"Anakin, just tell me why you came here," she said much more aggressively than she had intended, hoping to just get this over with.

He hesitated, but then took a deep breath before sitting on her bed. He immediately looked at her for approval - something he never needed before - but she just kept on staring at the floor. That's why he decided it would be best to just talk.

"I've been feeling so uneasy lately. For days now. And with Padme, I feel like she doesn't understand a word I'm saying, we've become... Different, somehow."

"Why are you telling me this?" She looked at him for the first time, now more woken up than ever. "Why don't you talk to her about it?"

"I tried. But as I said... She doesn't understand the Force. I see it clearer and clearer every day." He sighed and raised his head, hoping to look into her eyes. "And I know you understand me, Y/N. I've always told you that."

Anakin could see something was breaking inside her. Her expression was changing from somehow offended to sad, heartbroken even, and it hurt him to see her like this, too. She felt as if her heart was a knot which could not be undone unless Anakin did it.

"And most of all... I wish we could be close again," he admitted in a whisper.

This was her last straw. Tears appeared in her eyes as she immediately covered her face to hide from him, even if it was pointless in the small, dark room they were in.

Anakin stood up to stand next to her. "Hey, what's happening?"

"You have your nightmares and I have my own nightmares, too," she admitted eventually, having no more strength to keep it in. "I've fallen in love as well."

She looked at him with glistening eyes. It was as though she could hear blood boiling in all of her veins as she realised what she had said. It was a nightmare and a bliss at the same time, because even if she didn't admit whom she loved, at least half of the burden was off of her.

"Oh," Anakin blurted out.

Shock took over him, and some unpleasant feelings, too. He didn't know why he didn't like that information or why it affected his body in a negative way, but he got a knot of his own, right in his stomach.

"He doesn't know, though," she continued as if she wasn't talking to the very man she had fallen for. "And he won't. But... I recently talked to Obi-Wan about leaving the Order."

This completely shattered Anakin.

"No!" he yelled immediately and grabbed her wrists, causing his robe to move and expose some of his chest. "I mean, you can't do that, you're a great Jedi, you..."

"A Jedi who can't control her emotions." She inhaled sharply, trying not to focus on his hands being on her. "You know something about it, too. I suppose you were right... I do understand you." She looked him in the eye and regretted it immediately, thinking she might melt from the inside.

It's been a while since she saw him like this. These bright eyes she liked so much, ones she loved to see light up when he laughed. Moreover, standing so close to him had never been so hard. She wanted to touch him, hug him, let him collapse into her arms or the other way around, do anything she could to help him, hell, she would even let him stay in her room if it weren't for so many obstacles.

"Don't leave. Please," he whispered and she shivered. Hearing this from him made all the difference.

"But I hate these rules. The people here may be like my family, but on the other hand, I want to live, too. Besides, don't you want to leave, too? For Padme?"

Mentioning Padme worked like a spell. He snapped out of everything and eventually let go of Y/N's wrists, having realised he was still holding them. At that moment, Padme seemed completely unimportant, almost like a stranger...

"That is... Another problem."

"What?"

"It's not only about the Force. Padme questions most of my decisions lately. And I don't think I'm doing anything wrong, I just..."

"What?" Y/N repeated, raising an eyebrow. "You've been, if anything, completely calm lately. That's very unlike you, if you ask me."

"I think so too. See? You do understand me."

Y/N took a deep breath and finally found a moment to compose herself. She wiped her tears and coughed.

"I suppose you're right... We've known each other for years now... Trainings, missions..." she confirmed, this time trying not to stare at his chest which was showing from underneath his robe.

"So about us... Will we be okay?"

She wanted them to be okay, more than anything. But at the same time, what good was it for if it would make her fall for him harder?

She looked into his eyes again.

"I don't hate you, Anakin, I hope you know this. I could never hate you." She took another deep breath.. "It's just... I'm going through some things, too. But if you're feeling unwell, you can always talk to me. You should try and sleep for now, sleepless nights won't help you. And maybe... Try resolving things with Padme, and if it doesn't work, then maybe this is just... Not it."

She couldn't believe she added that last sentence, but Anakin didn't bat an eye. Warmth filled up his body, because in spite of what she said earlier, he could hear sincere concern in her voice. She always cared for him, even when he had stupid ideas or injuries he basically asked for...

"Thank you. I will," he said eventually. "But more than anything, I hope we will... Reconcile."

After that, he left eventually, somehow hurt, somehow uneasy. The moment the door closed behind him, Y/N fell onto her bed to cry into the mattress.

There was no way out.

Now, more than ever, she understood why the Jedi Order disapproved of attachments - because that's what they led to...

Days passed, and Y/N still kept her distance, although it wasn't possible to forget that late night conversation with him. It made things even more awkward than before, because what did that talk change? She was still in love with him, he was still with Padme, and they both still had to obey the Jedi code.

Obi-Wan also sensed the tension, especially now that he knew her secret. He didn't tell a soul, but observed her quietly and tried to help, oblivious to the fact that he would worsen things. He called Anakin and Y/N to himself, intending to give them a mission - and a chance to sort things out. There was just one tiny detail...

"Y/N, while Master Yoda is busy, he allowed me to take care of you," Obi-Wan said, and it put Y/N's heart at ease. Yoda has been absent for a few days now and she couldn't do much.

"Of course." She bowed her head, standing next to Anakin but not daring to touch him in any way. He kept on glancing at her, hopeful for any kind of sign that they were alright.

"And it so happens I have a task for both of you," Obi-Wan continued, "you have to escort Senator Amidala to the Senate."

Y/N closed her eyes, then gritted her teeth to prevent crying or any other reactions, really. Obi-Wan thought Padme would be a good catalyst between the two Padawans, unaware of her relationship with Anakin... Unaware it will be torture for Y/N.

Anakin didn't look too happy, either. He sighed quietly, only hoping Y/N will keep her promise of silence.

"Is it okay with you?" he asked as they walked together towards the aircraft. "I can do this alone if you..."

"I'm a Jedi knight just like you," she cut him off, "I can handle it no problem," she claimed, although there was already something swirling in her chest and stomach.

Jealousy. Jealousy she couldn't restrain.

"Alright, alright..." Anakin said, and he could sense the subject was sensitive for her.

This was the first time he thought... Maybe Padme was the real problem between the two of them? And if so... Was he to choose between them?

"If anything, it's you who should try to remain professional," she added with venom, one that she didn't even know she had in herself.

"I will, I will," he assured her.

A few minutes later they were by the ship where Padme was already waiting for them. She smiled at Anakin, but her expression changed quickly when she noticed he wasn't alone. Y/N didn't blame her - she wasn't exactly happy to see her, either.

"Good day to you, Senator Amidala," she said politely despite her feelings and got an equally polite response. Having entered the small aircraft, Anakin and Y/N looked at the pilot's seat at the same time, then at each other, as if competing.

"You take it," she said quickly, bowing slightly as though she was offering the seat to him. She hoped that if he had to focus on flying, he wouldn't even have time to look at Padme. It was selfish, but also a life-saver for Y/N.

"I was always the better flyer, wasn't I?" Anakin grinned as he took the seat, causing her to roll her eyes.

"Don't get too cocky. I just want you to do all the work while I relax," Y/N replied as she sat down behind him, causing Padme, seated next to her, to chuckle.

"But I've won all our races," he argued, turning to look at Y/N with a smirk.

"I would love to slap you now, Anakin, but I'll stay professional for Senator's sake."

He laughed again, and so did Padme, but Y/N didn't share their amusement. She was doing all of this to release the tension, to try and persuade herself it won't be that bad, but in her heart, she felt completely rotten.

"Anakin, just be careful, okay?" Padme asked as he prepared for take-off.

"I'm always careful."

Y/N snorted loudly. "Never heard a bigger lie."

Anakin smiled to himself. He took all her teasing as a good sign and was happy to see that she did not comment on his relationship with Padme at all. Everything was going smoothly: the journey, the landing, coming into the Senate... Until they were about to go back.

Y/N parted from Anakin and Padme just for a moment. She found them by the ship and was just about to tell them they were ready to go back when she realised she'd stepped right into the middle of the couple's heated argument.

"Why is she here?" She heard Padme's voice and, on instinct, hid behind one of the ship's wings. Did Amidala mean her?

"Padme, it wasn't my choice, Obi-Wan..."

"But you could've said something," she interrupted.

"I couldn't, you know he's my Master, besides, Y/N..."

"Y/N this, Y/N that, you've been constantly talking about her for weeks now! And today I could also see how you look at her. You've never looked at me like this."

Y/N felt as though her heart got stuck in her throat; she was glad she had the wing for support, because her legs were becoming weak. This information was news to her, and she simply couldn't believe in what she was hearing - Padme was jealous of her?

Anakin heaved a sigh. "Listen, we just understand each other, we're in the same pos..."

"And I don't understand? Because I'm not a Jedi?"

And this seemed to work like a switch on Anakin. Y/N watched him from afar, yet she could still see his expression darken; she's never seen him like this, and it somehow terrified her.

"Well, yes, if I'm being honest, lately you don't understand," he almost growled.

Y/N gaped at him. That tone, that face, these words... It wasn't the Anakin she's known so far. Padme seemed to be just as surprised, taking a step back from him.

"How can you say that?"

"Say what? The truth?" he hissed.

Y/N wasn't able to take too much time focusing on the increasing speed of her heartbeat. She had to reveal herself somehow, especially before Anakin could calm down so he wouldn't sense her. Before Padme could respond to that, she quickly came out of her hiding and said loudly:

"I think we are ready to go."

She tried to act as if she had not heard a word of their argument, but, at the same time, it was particularly difficult not to watch their reactions. Padme still looked stunned - he still looked furious.

"Yes, we are," Anakin confirmed and gave Padme one last glare, then walked away to open the door of the ship.

Padme composed herself in front of Y/N, but the latter could see her clenched jaw clearly.

"Senator," Y/N said, gesturing for her to get into the aircraft first, and so she did without a word.

The journey back was silent and extremely tense. The moment they landed, Y/N, despite her jealousy, wanted to give them a moment to reconcile. She approached Anakin right after leaving the ship and whispered:

"You can stay if you want, Anakin. I'll go and report to Ob..."

"No, I'm going with you," he interrupted, his frown gone as he looked at her. "I don't need to stay here."

And so he did, surprising her even more. He was acting as if there was no argument whatsoever, often gracing Y/N with the beautiful smile she loved so much. However, she knew him well enough to see there was pain behind his eyes, and wondered whether she should ask him about it.

Eventually she decided to give him some time. If he argued with Padme because of her... Then talking to him about it might not have been the best idea.

Y/N spent the next day on waiting patiently for any sign from Anakin, any information about what she had heard - all of that while trying to process the fact Padme was jealous of her. Was it simply because they spent so much time together as Jedi... Or was it something else Anakin did or said that she had no idea about?

While she was preparing for bed in the evening, she heard knocking on her door, and it made her heart skip a beat. The Force, however, was hinting that it was not Anakin waiting for her to open. Seconds later, it was Obi-Wan whom Y/N was letting in.

"How are you? Did you decide anything?" he asked with sincere concern while she was sitting on her bed.

She took a deep breath.

"I'm not going to leave the Order," she replied, having decided this because of Anakin.

"Oh, that's good news. I'm relieved." Obi-Wan smiled at once.

"But nothing else changed," she added sadly, even though it was a lie. A lot changed in her heart after hearing that one argument, but, obviously, she wasn't going to tell Obi-Wan about it.

"Did you tell him...?"

"No, of course not! That would be madness." She shook her head vigorously. "But... It's still hard."

"I know, Y/N, I know." Obi-Wan sat down beside her, then put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "But at least you're staying here and I can help you. It'll be okay."

But it wasn't.

Just a few busy days later she had some time to breathe. She was eating alone at the Jedi temple, trying to process everything that has been happening lately. She told Obi-Wan she would not leave, but actually began considering it again, after spending almost every night dreaming about him. Padme's words were echoing in her head - I could also see how you look at her...

Her heart was jumping with joy every time she remembered them, however sadness overtook her body instantly as she realised that this love had no chance for a happy ending either way. Tears appeared in her eyes for the first time since talking to Anakin, and she hated them.

"May I?"

The unexpected voice almost made her jump in her seat. She looked up and saw - to her horror - Anakin: standing there with his plate, smiling, and apparently willing to join her during the meal. She wasn't ready for this - and simply panicked.

"Yes, but... You know, I'm actually finished, so..." She stood up quickly and began walking away as fast as she could, even though deep down she knew Anakin would probably catch her.

"Y/N!" he called, then left his plate to go after her immediately. She was already on her way out of the room, new tears in her eyes as she tried to hide from him. Anakin didn't need much to catch up with her and noticed them immediately.

"Why are you crying?" he asked in a worried tone, standing in front of her and grabbing her hands. "Please, tell me what's wrong."

She didn't have any strength anymore.

"Listen, Anakin, I wouldn't want to get between you and Padme, so let's just..."

"There is no Padme."

Y/N's mouth fell agape. "What do you mean?"

Anakin let out a sigh, then looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping.

"I ended things with her a few days ago, I was about to tell you... She wants me back, but I don't want it. I just... I don't love her anymore. And, once again, she doesn't understand me at all." He explained quietly and it was hard for Y/N to even register it. "I decided I should end it while she still has a chance to find someone else. I shouldn't have been with her in the first place."

Having heard that, Y/N let out a chuckle, one she almost didn't have control of. It was relief washing over her, taking the place of jealousy for the first time in months.

"Anakin making sense. Seems unbelievable."

He smiled widely at that, seeing that the atmosphere already got better.

"And you're teasing me again. Seems unbelievable now, too."

She just looked down, unsure of what to say next. One side of her was extremely happy - on the other hand, she had to remind herself that the fact he didn't want Padme didn't mean he wanted her.

"So... Would you agree to eat with me?" he asked after a moment, and she looked up to see hopefulness in his eyes. "Like we did on that day I made you laugh hysterically just because I said I didn't like sand?"

She chuckled again. "It's still funny to me."

"Then I can say that again."

These words warmed her from the inside. It was a joke, just that, but underneath these words, she could feel how he cared for her. They walked back to the table where Y/N completely regretted her earlier reaction.

"Well, but about Padme... I'm sorry. I know you probably don't feel well..."

"Don't be. I'll be alright," he said reassuringly, gracing her with yet another smile.

"Still, if you need to talk...You know where to find me," she offered before she could think about it. "And I'm sorry for my earlier... Runaway," she added in embarrassment.

"Are you alright? I could see you were crying."

"It's... I don't know how to explain it. I just didn't want to... You know, can we talk about it some other day?" she asked quickly, having realised she was just digging a whole for herself.

"Obi-Wan has some tasks for me today, but... How about we meet on the roof tomorrow evening?"

Her heart skipped a beat. They haven't met there for months, a year even, and it was a thing she missed a lot. Intimate, special... And just theirs.

"Like we used to?" she asked with a small smile.

"Pity we stopped," he replied, causing her to smile even wider. She knew it wouldn't be good for her feelings, but simply couldn't refuse.

"I'll be there."

Anakin seemed sincerely elated.

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You Again [Part 3] [Hangman x Reader]

Summary: It’s been five years since you last saw your childhood best friend and first love Jake Seresin. But fate, or coincidence, has you back in Jake’s life and he’s desperate not to lose you again.

WC: 6K+

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of death

Series masterlist; Part 1, Part 2

Jake’s dog tags dangled around your neck, the ends tucked tightly inside your scrub top as you entered the OR scrub room. You felt the metal shifting against bare skin as you ripped open a sponge packet. Lost in thought, you scrubbed at your hands and forearms aggressively until you heard a voice over your shoulder.

“Doctor? Are you alright?” Tina, your favorite nurse, tilted her head to look at you. She pulled down on her mask. “I’ve been watching you scrub for five minutes now. You’ve barely blinked. Looks like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I’m fine, thanks,” you said, letting off the foot pump and watching the water come to a stop. You stepped through the automatic doors into the operating room, and Tina held out a cloth to dry your hands which you took before sliding on a fresh pair of gloves. You wiggled your fingers to make sure they were tightly fitted and nodded in acknowledgement.

“First surgery of the day,” Tina said, tossing the used towel into the laundry bin near the wall. “There’s that quiet calm.”

The room was bustling — the patient already sedated on the table, two medical students hovering in the corner with notebooks and nauseous looks on their faces, the anesthesiologist checking the ventilator, scrub nurses recounting the tools on the metal trays – but you understood what she meant. There was no blood on the floor. No damp cloud that trailed after the cases that ended with a zipped body bag. The first surgery of the day meant a clean slate.

But it would only last for a moment. And then, chaos.

Although you didn’t know it, while you were elbow deep in the chest cavity of a sixty-three year old man with a ruptured descending aorta, Jake was thousands of feet in the air, going head to head with enemy planes. As you called out for more clamps, more gauze, hang another blood bag, he’s bleeding out, Jake was traveling at nine hundred miles per hour, dodging bullets in a dog fight. You didn’t know that as the blood rained down over the table and across your shoes, as the lead surgeon called time of death, as you ripped off your gloves and slid down to the floor in despair, Jake’s plane was also descending, a wing on fire, out of bullets and out of time, a commander screaming into his headset to eject, a blinding whiteness overtaking him.

All you heard was the heart monitor flatline, the urgent beeping that often haunted your dreams during call shifts sloping into a sharp whine. And then it stopped, bringing with it the all too familiar sound of death.

Two weeks before

He was gone.

You had done this before. Pulled yourself up, rebuilt your life after Jake Seresin left. But this time was different. There were his dog tags around your neck, for one. You had slipped them on after you finished reading his note, the cold metal sending shivers down your spine. And unlike five years ago, you knew why he left this time.

Before you even realized, you were in your car flying across the Coronado bridge. It was early, the sun just barely peeking over the horizon. You had two hours until you had to scrub for your first surgery. You could make it.

When you pulled up to the gates at the base, a man in uniform stopped you.

“Can I help you, ma’am?”

“Yes, I’m here to see Lieutenant Seresin.” It came out rushed. Every second mattered. “I’m not signed in, but I was here just yesterday. It’s urgent.”

He typed across his computer in the small booth outside the gated fence. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but Lieutenant Seresin’s squadron is departing this morning. I’m not allowed to let visitors enter.”

“Are they gone already?”

“I can’t answer that.”

“For fuck’s sake, is he here or not?” you screamed. The man’s face remained stoic, like concrete. Any other moment you would have felt guilty at the outburst. But the only thing that mattered was knowing whether or not Jake had gotten on the ship.

“Ma’am, that is confidential. I’m not at liberty to say.”

“Fuck,” you cursed under your breath, slamming into the driver’s seat and peeling back in reverse, throwing the car into park on the other side of the gatehouse. Your fingers trembled as you dialed Jake’s number by memory. “Please pick up, please pick up.”

It rang and rang and every time it rang your heart sped up, nearing tachycardia. You could feel your heartbeat in your ear as it pressed against the phone.

“Jake, fuck, please pick up.”

Finally, “Y/N.” You gasped a little hearing your name on his lips. His voice was strained.

A tear slipped out of your eye. “Jake, please, I’m here. I’m at the gate. They won’t let me in. They say you’re leaving today.”

You heard him cough on the receiving line. “Bunny.” Or was he choking back tears?

“Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving today? I thought we had time!”

“Baby, I left this morning because I didn’t want this to happen.” He paused and you paced near the gate on shaky legs. “I meant everything I wrote. You’re the reason I’m going and you’re the reason I need to come back and I fucking promise you, Bunny, I’m coming back for you.”

Tears started to form at your lower lid, obscuring your vision. You swiped at them.

“You look so damn pretty, darlin’, even with tears down your beautiful face.”

You sucked in a breath and pressed your free hand to the metal fence, watching a figure appear in the distance next to one of the white hangars. You could just make out Jake’s tanned physique in his green jumpsuit, a pair of sunglasses planted firmly over his eyes.

“I’m coming back,” he said and you heard the gravelly voice give way to a softer, gentler Jake. Then, “Do you remember the summer after high school when we went to that party at Bobby’s house, and the cops came so we had to hide in the shed until the morning?”

You laughed despite the tears. “I had a shovel pressed into me the entire time. Pretty sure there’s still a dent in my rib cage because of it.”

“Do you remember what you said to me that night?” Jake asked. “You said that you were happiest when we were together. Didn’t matter where, didn’t matter when, didn’t matter if we were doing something or not. You said that you were happier being trapped in Bobby’s dad’s gardening shed that night with me than you would have been inside with a bunch of random people.”

His voice cracked at the end. This was the side of Jake that he didn’t let people see. The Jake that held your hand at the doctor’s appointment as they ran gene tests to make sure you wouldn’t have to go through what your mother went through. The Jake that had let you hold him in your arms the night before while he prayed to a God you weren’t sure he still believed in to bring him home safe. It was Jake, not Hangman, who needed you to need him.

“I still feel that way, Y/N,” he breathed into the phone and you tightened your fingers around the metal of the fence. “If you’ll have me.”

You slid your hand past the metal bars and made the OK sign with your fingers. There was a chuckle on the other end of the phone.

“Be safe,” you whispered. “For me.”

“Always,” he said. “I gotta go, Bun, we’re loading up. I love you.” The line went dead before you were able to respond.

***

That first night after work you drove to the Hard Deck, your fingers shaking. You weren’t sure why you went. This time you had the foresight to change out of scrubs and into regular clothes, but you chose the same bar stool as the one you had occupied the night Jake waltzed back into your life.

“What’ll you have sweetpea?” The brunette bartender from last time smiled at you across the wooden bar.

“Vodka martini,” you said quietly. “Dirty.”

She nodded and started to turn around. And then, “Y/N, right? You were here a few weeks ago, with Hangman.”

You were shocked that she was able to remember you amid the crowds of rowdy patrons. She smiled, reading your mind.

“We don’t get a lot of scrubs in here,” she laughed. “And Pete’s team is pretty small, I try to keep tabs on all of them.” You looked at her blankly, despondent, and she reached her hand out to cover yours. “I know what you’re thinking. They’re coming back safe. I made Pete promise me.”

“There’s no guarantee,” you whispered, looking up and catching her eye. “We have no idea what they’re facing right now. We have no idea if they’ll ever walk through that door again.” Penny watched your eyes shift toward the entrance.

“You’re right, we don’t know,” she said softly. “But I know Pete, and I know Hangman. And the way he looked at you, I’ve never seen him look at someone like that before.”

You shook your head, embarrassed that tears had started to split down your cheeks. Penny passed you a napkin and you lifted it to your face. “Sounds like you’ve done this before.”

She smiled sadly. “Once or twice. Trust me, it never gets any easier.”

“Do you know when they’re coming back?”

She frowned. “No. I probably know about as much as you do.”

“I literally don’t know anything,” you whispered. “We, uh, we’re not together. Before the other night, I hadn’t seen him in five years.”

Penny tilted her head. “You’re allowed to miss him. Doesn’t matter what you two are. If he means something to you, you get to be nervous.”

You bit your lower lip and Penny slid the drink over to you. “This might help,” she said, smiling. “Or not, but this is a bar after all.”

The vodka went down smooth. Too smooth. You felt light even just after one drink, and as you slid your card over to Penny to close you out, she placed her hand on your forearm. “You OK to drive?”

You nodded. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll be fine.” Your signature was sloppy, it had been since medical school, and she squinted at it briefly. “Doctor’s scrawl,” you said and Penny chuckled. “Trust me, I’m fine.”

“Come back, OK?” she said as you pulled your purse off from the hook beneath the bar. “I don’t know when they’ll be back, but I promise this will be the first place Mav comes. We’re open every night.”

You smiled at her. “Thanks.” She lifted an arm in a wave.

The apartment was cold when you got back. Less than twenty-four hours before it had been filled with candlelight and Jake’s voice and delicious food and now it was empty. Wandering into the kitchen, you expected to find it crusted with remnants of the prior night’s dinner, but to your surprise it was cleaner than when you two had arrived home the night before.

Jake. Of course he had cleaned up. That was just like him.

In the living room, you collapsed on the couch, memories of the night before flashing behind closed eyelids. Jake’s hands caressing your face, fingers digging into your hips, sliding under your shirt, pressed against your back to bring you closer to him. His lips trailing over your entire body, planting kisses in your hair, intertwining with yours. His whispers rumbling in your ear, telling you he was sorry, saying he loved you. And later, telling you how scared he was. Letting you in, showing a softer side you had never seen before.

As you stood to take a shower, wash away the reminders of the day, something caught your eye. The table next to the couch which held a small lamp and a framed photo felt off. You stepped closer and realized it was because the photo frame was empty. Picking it up, you turned the frame over in your hands. It was the same photo that Jake had on his mantel, the two of you on the beach at Kiawah. Setting it down, you reached for Jake’s note that still sat crumpled on the coffee table from where you had tossed it earlier in your rush out the door. His scrawl took up most of the first page and ended with his signature, but you turned it over just in case and gasped. There was writing on the second side.

P.S. — Hope you don’t mind, but I needed a new good luck charm. Can’t believe you still had the photo. That is how I will always remember you. Beautiful, golden, all mine. It’s always been you.

Days went by. Patients came and were discharged. You ran more ECGs and code blues and emergency bypasses than you thought were possible. At the end of every shift you drove back to the Hard Deck, often closing out the night with Penny on the beach. Sometimes after night shifts, you drove out there and sat alone on a picnic table around back, watching the sun rise over the crisp horizon, imagining Jake. What terrors was he facing? What thoughts were running through his mind?

Your fingers gripped the dog tags. They had quickly become your good luck charm, just as they were Jake’s. Since you had slipped them over your head that first morning you hadn’t lost a single patient.

Despite everything that had happened, you still didn’t know how Jake Seresin fit into your life. You finally had answers for why he walked away all those years ago, but was it enough?

***

You were seven, playing in the grassy field behind the elementary school. A group of boys playing kickball nearby were watching as you and two friends hopped around in a made up game, everyone acting out different animals.

“I’m a pig!” one of the girls yelled, down on all fours with her nose flared wide. The second girl was flapping her arms as wings, imitating a bat. You hopped in a circle with both legs pressed tightly together, your hands and wrists fused out in front of your body, palms facing down toward the ground.

Laughing, you had your head turned before you felt a bump and were knocked to the ground.

“I’m sorry!” When you opened your eyes, there he was. Sandy blond hair, green eyes, bright blue t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts, holding out a hand. “Here, let me help you.”

You took his hand, which was caked in dirt, and let him pull you to standing.

He smiled at you, the red textured kickball that only seconds ago had decked you now tucked nearly under one arm. “I’m Jake.”

“Y/N.”

He nodded. “Sorry for knocking you over.”

You shrugged. “It’s OK, I guess.”

“What were you guys doing?” He looked out at the other girls, still in the throes of their game. But standing there with Jake, the lingering tingle of his fingers still on your hand, as well as some very real dirt, you suddenly felt embarrassed by the childish games the other girls were playing.

“Animal kingdom,” you whispered quickly, blushing.

“What animal are you?”

“A rabbit.”

He smiled and even back then it was dazzling. The other boys hollered at him from the kickball field, but he didn’t seem to be in any rush. Jake shifted his weight between his feet. Another shout from beyond made you tilt your head back at him.

“Think it’s your turn.”

Jake began to turn around and join his team, but stopped first to give you a grin. “See you later, Bunny.”

Your cheeks flamed red. Even then he was handsome and a smart ass and kind.

You fell a little in love with Jake Seresin that day.

***

You were sitting at the bar, nursing another martini, when you watched Penny’s face transform. It was a Tuesday night, quiet all around. But you were getting tired of waiting. You had lost a patient on the table earlier, a grandmother of nine. It broke you.

Witnessing her and Mav felt like a movie. You saw her smile so wide it threatened to overtake her, watched as she scurried around the bar, threw herself into his waiting arms. He was wearing a khaki uniform, his hands pressed tightly around Penny like he couldn’t believe she was real.

You stood up, watching them with an open mouth, your face turned toward the door, waiting.

After what felt like an eternity, they broke apart and Mav stepped toward you, one hand on your shoulder.

“He’s OK,” Mav said and those two words cleaved you in half. You fell back into the chair, choking back a sob, and Penny rushed to your side, patting your hair. “A little banged up, but OK. Everyone made it.”

With Mav and Penny flanking you on either side, you felt like their child and it made you momentarily long for the parents you had lost. You couldn’t afford to lose anyone else.

“You did good,” Mav said. “Whatever you said to him after our conversation, he took it to heart. He was incredible out there.”

You shook your head. “I said what you told me to say.”

“What do you mean what he told you to say?” Your heart stopped. The three of you whipped around to see Jake, followed by the rest of the dagger squad, filtering in through the side door. He looked more handsome than ever, but his mouth was drawn into a tight line. Your line of vision immediately went to his arm, which hung in a sling from his shoulder. “Y/N? What did he mean?”

You stood on wobbly legs and Jake stepped forward, closing the gap between you two. You looked up at him, acutely aware the rest of the team had taken their place near the pool table within hearing distance. “What happened to your arm?” You ran your fingers across his sharp jawline and he pulled your hand away.

He shook his head. “Answer the question, Y/N.”

“Jake, it’s nothing,” you whispered. “Mav just mentioned to me that day I came to see you at Top Gun that in order to do well on the mission, all you needed was to believe in the fact that everything would be OK when you got back. That you and I would be OK.”

You couldn’t read his expression. “Believe? So everything you said, it was just because Mav asked you to?” Then, softly, “Was it all a lie?”

“Baby, no!” You reached out to place your hands on his face, but he scooted back so he was just out of reach. “Jake, no, that’s not what I’m saying.”

He shook his head. “I tried to get past it, but there was something in the back of my head that just didn’t feel right. It felt too easy. Like why would you all of the sudden forgive me? After five years. After everything. But this,” he pointed toward Mav and Penny who were glued in place at the bar, “this makes sense. He asked you to do it so I wouldn’t fuck up the mission. He made you get in my head”

“You think I slept with you because someone asked me to?” Tears had started to form behind your eyes. “You know me better than that, Jake.”

“I used to know you.” The harshness of his voice tore you apart.

“You know me,” you insisted softly.

Jake was seething. “You didn't once say you love me,” he whispered and you felt his anger bubbling at the surface, alongside something else. Regret. “I fucking worshipped you. And you never once said you loved me back that night.”

Your voice was stuck in your throat. Thick, like biscuits and gravy. He was right. You hadn’t. You did love him, you always had. You just didn’t trust him. “Jake, let’s go outside, OK? I don’t want to do this here.” You placed your hand on his arm and he shrugged it off so hard you stumbled, Mav stepping forward to catch you.

As you looked up at Jake behind glassy eyes, you saw him looking at you, really looking, for perhaps the first time. He was angry. It radiated off of him like steam clouds in a cartoon. He was heartbroken. You could see it in the way his mouth trembled, the way his fists squeezed together at his sides. But he was also sorry. You watched him watch you stumble, watched his pupils widen and his jaw tighten as he fought his urge to save you.

Maybe he was done trying to be your savior.

All you wanted to do was step forward, gather him in your arms, try to explain everything. It wasn’t that you didn't love him. And you hadn’t spent the night with him to appease Mav or to ensure the mission’s success. You had done it for Jake. For the Jake who had pushed you through high school and stayed up late with you to study for the MCAT during college breaks. The Jake who had stood by you when everything else was falling apart and had pieced you back together. Jake who had loved you wholly, until the day he left.

He whipped around and stormed out. You started to rise to follow him and Penny whispered in your ear. “Let him cool off.”

Rooster rose from his seat. “I got him,” he said gruffly, following fifteen steps behind. Phoenix and Bob gave you looks of sympathy before standing up and joining you at the bar along with Penny and Mav.

You were embarrassed but you dissolved into tears, feeling Penny hugging you from behind, her arms wrapped around your shoulders. Someone nudged a glass of water across the bar toward you.

“The kid did good,” Mav said finally, breaking the silence. “He saved our asses and almost died in the process.”

You swallowed tightly. “What happened out there? If you can tell us.”

The team launched into a full recount of the mission. You watched their faces light up as they interrupted each other, talked over one another, finished each other’s sentences. You drank the water that Bob inched toward you and gave him a small smile, which he returned with a blush.

After a while, Rooster walked back in and all eyes turned to him. You stood. Waiting.

He shook his head. “I’m sorry, Y/N. He’s really upset. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him like this before.” Rooster took a step forward and placed his hand on your arm. “Give him time, OK? I sent him home. He’s not really in a place to talk right now, but he’ll come around.”

You sighed. “I’m not so sure he will.”

“Can I give you a ride home?”

You shook your head. “My car is here. I’m fine to drive.”

“Let me walk you out then.” You nodded and pulled your purse out from under the bar. Penny hugged you and Mav gave you a pat on the shoulder.

Phoenix closed in and wrapped her arms around you, whispering into your ear. “He loves you. He’s going to realize that’s what matters.” You smiled at her and she smiled back.

Four weeks had changed everything. But one thing was the same: you and Jake were back to not talking.

Rooster guided you out to your car. You clicked the button weakly, lighting up the headlights. “Déjà vu,” he said. You sniffled and reached for the handle, but Rooster’s hand shot out to cover yours. “Y/N. I gotta ask. Did you do it for the team like he thinks? Or do you love him?

“Because Hangman, for all his flaws, saved our asses out there. And he loves you. I’ve never seen him care this much about anyone, not even himself. So if you did it just to save us, that’s admirable and I can’t say I don’t appreciate it. But I have to ask you to walk away. Don’t drag it out with him if you’re not in it for the long haul. He’s a mess right now. He saw his life flash before his eyes and he thought there was someone he loved that he was fighting to go home to. Only to find out maybe she was never his to have.”

Rooster looked at you, dropping his hand. You felt shaky and leaned up against the car door. Pulling the handle out, you slid into the driver’s seat, turning the key and rolling down the window. He put both hands on the open window frame and leaned in. “It’s always been Jake, for me,” you said quietly. “That was never a question. So no, I didn’t do it because Mav asked. I did it because I love him.”

Rooster breathed out a sigh of relief and smiled, standing up. “OK, good.”

“But I just don’t know if he and I have a future.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

“I needed him to be safe. I needed him to be OK. And I know he needed me to be here when he got back,” you exhaled. “I just don’t know if I’m ready to forgive him for everything. If I can just go back to how things were, pretending like the last five years didn’t happen. I don’t know if we can rebuild things and act like we haven’t lived different lives. Like we didn’t plan different futures for ourselves. Like he didn’t make promises to other girls that are just like me. Like he didn’t walk out of my life once without a single care in the world.”

You felt a stream of tears coming, and you gripped the gear shift tightly, yanking it back into reverse.

“Goodbye, Bradley,” you said, throwing the car into drive, the headlights piercing the darkness ahead.

In the rearview mirror, you saw him standing in the dust you had kicked up in your wake, hands on his hips, shaking his head. As the tears started to bloom in your eyes, he almost started to look like Jake.

***

You gave him three days. You had left a smattering of voicemails and texts, all unanswered. Finally, you gave into the panic and dialed Bob.

“Hello?” There was a small southern twang in there that made you smile, reminded you of Texas. But that only served to make you think of Jake, and immediately you felt a lump form in your throat.

“Bob, hi. It’s Y/N.”

“Hey there,” he said. “Let me guess, you’re looking for Jake?”

“Yeah, I uh, I left messages and voicemails but he’s not answering. Have you seen him?”

Bob hesitated and you pressed him.

“He told you guys not to talk to me.”

“Something like that.”

You sighed into the receiver. “Guess I deserve that.”

“I shouldn’t tell you this, but everyone’s going to the Hard Deck tonight for Phoenix’s birthday. He’ll be there.”

“I could kiss you Bob.”

He laughed. “Don’t make Bagman any angrier at me than he already will be.”

“I’ll see you tonight.”

“Bye, Y/N.”

Your hands shook as you pulled into the gravel parking lot later that night. Smoothing out your blue sundress, the one you wore because you knew how Jake felt about sundresses, you adjusted the gift you held in one hand. It was nearing ten o’clock – you had tried to guess a time that would guarantee Jake would have shown up, but not so late that he would have already left.

Inside, it was rowdy. Friday night in full swing, the entire bar packed to the brim with uniforms. A few heads turned as you entered alone. Immediately, you spotted the team in the back. They were wearing their khakis again, Phoenix laughing and blowing out candles over a white cake that Penny held in her arms. You made your way slowly through the throng of people before a hand reached out to grab your arm.

“Hey sweetheart, can I get you a drink?” A brunette in uniform has his thick fingers wrapped around your upper arm and despite trying to shake them off you weren’t able to. “What’s a beautiful thing like you doing here all alone?”

You opened your mouth to tell him off before a hand came around your shoulders and the brunette stepped back. “Hands off the lady, Campbell. She’s with us.” Turning to your left you saw Rooster with his arm around you, once again wearing a ridiculous Hawaiian shirt unbuttoned too far.

The guy held up his hands in apology. “My bad, Bradshaw. Didn’t know.”

Rooster steered you away, toward the group in the back. Bob spotted you first, smiling behind his wire frames. Your eyes landed on Jake immediately. He had one arm propped up on Phoenix’s shoulder, grinning wide. You hesitated for a split second, not wanting to make a scene on Phoenix’s night, but Rooster scooted you along.

“Don’t be nervous,” he whispered in your ear.

You almost tripped in your heeled sandals, stumbling forward and catching the group’s attention. Phoenix lit up when she saw you and rounded the corner of the table to give you a hug.

“Happy Birthday,” you said softly, handing her the gift. “I wasn’t sure if it was a presents type of thing.”

“With me it’s always a presents type of thing,” she said, looping her arm through yours and pulling you toward the group. “Come on, we were just cutting the cake. Doctors eat cake, right?”

“This doctor does,” you murmured and she laughed. Jake’s eyes were on you, his tension palpable in the already humid air of the bar. Penny slid a piece of cake over to you and you took a bite as Phoenix opened her gift, pulling out the trio of Le Labo candles and a bottle of champagne.

“Thank you!” she exclaimed, throwing her hands around your neck. “I love it.”

You smiled and hugged her back, despite Jake’s hot glares on your skin. Bob appeared at your side holding out a beer and you took it, chatting with him for a moment. Across the table, Rooster had inched up behind Jake and was whispering in his ear. Out of the corner of your eye you watched as the pair, formerly enemies, spoke in hushed tones with muted body language.

Finally, mid-conversation with Bob and Coyote, you felt a hand come around your waist. Looking up, you saw Jake standing behind you and to your left. “Can we talk?”

You nodded and Bob and Coyote shot you knowing glances. Jake offered his hand, and guided you out the back door and down the beach toward a picnic table. He sat on the top of the table, his boots planted on the bench seat and you followed suit.

“How’d you know I’d be here?” he asked quietly.

“Just a really good guess.”

“Oh yeah? You always just walk around with birthday presents for Phoenix?” he teased and you laughed. Jake’s face perked up at the sound.

“Don’t be mad at them, OK? They were just trying to help us.”

He shook his head. “I know. They’re all meddlers anyway.”

You reached out and touched his hand that was splayed on the wooden table. “What happened to the sling?”

“It was just a dislocation. Doc said I could stop wearing it after a few days.”

Your lips formed a pinched line. “Mind if I take a look?” Jake shook his head and you pushed yourself off the table, standing between his legs. Gently, your fingers circled his shoulder, lifted his arm softly, pressed against the joint. “Does that hurt?”

He looked at you, a quiet frown on his handsome face. “Yeah, it hurts.”

“I still think you should wear the sling,” you said, dropping your hands. “And ice it, twice a day. I don’t care whatever your doctor is saying, no heat. Got it?”

“It’s not the shoulder that hurts, Y/N.”

You gently rested your hands on his thighs. “Jake, I’m sorry. Things got really messed up the other night. But I need you to know that I do love you. And I didn’t try to trick you or whatever you’re thinking. I would never do that to you.”

He closed his eyes for a moment. “I know, I jumped to conclusions. But the idea that you let me back in that night just to make sure I would be able to fly, that hurt, Y/N. It really hurt.”

“I let you in because I missed you,” you said, pressing your fingers harder into his muscular legs. “Why would I have come here, to this bar, every single night for two weeks waiting for you to come home if I didn’t give a shit?”

Jake raised his head. “You did that?”

You nodded. “Jake, these last few weeks have been a daze. It’s like I was on autopilot. And then I would feel these,” you yanked at the chain around your neck, pulling the dog tags out of where they had been tucked inside your bra and you felt Jake suck in a breath, “and remember what I was fighting for. I was fighting for you. For us.”

His hand slid into his front pocket, pulling out the folded up photo of the two of you that he had taken from your apartment. Jake unfolded it carefully. “I flew better in this mission than any other flight in my entire life,” he whispered. “And it’s not because I knew how important it was, or because I was just having a particularly good day. It was because of you. You’re the reason I needed to come home. You’ve always been the reason, Y/N. I just let myself forget it.”

He tucked the photo back into his pocket and pressed one hand to each side of your face.

“I’m scared,” you whispered. “I’m scared you’re going to leave me again. That I’m going to have to pick myself up in your wake. I don’t know if I can do it a second time.”

Jake paused. Then, “Do you love me? Not back then. Not when we were kids. Do you love me now?”

Lifting your gaze to Jake’s, you nodded.

A thumb grazed your cheekbone. “I’m going to need to hear you say it, darlin’. I need to know this is real.”

You pulled him to standing so the two of you were only inches apart. Jake slid an arm around your waist, and you wrapped your hands around his neck. “I love you, Jake. It’s you. It’s always been you. I just need you to promise that you’re not going to run away again.”

A small yelp left your mouth as Jake bent down and lifted you off the ground, wrapping your legs around his waist. Supported by one arm, he lifted a hand to brush the hair out of your eye and tuck it behind your ear. “I am never leaving you again, Bunny. Not if I have any say in the matter.”

You leaned down and pressed your lips to his, felt Jake’s hands tighten where they held you up. Inside, you heard a round of cheering, Rooster taking his place at the piano.

Jake pulled away and leaned his forehead against yours, smiling. “Guess you're finally going to marry me now? Just like we talked about when we were kids.”

Your hands raked through his hair, green eyes glued to yours. “Lieutenant and Doctor Seresin. That sounds pretty good to me.”

“Bunny girl, anything with you sounds good to me.”

Four years later

“Don’t let him eat so much ice cream, he’s going to get sick!”

Jake chuckled and pulled your back against him, letting you sink your weight into him as he rubbed circles on your expanding stomach. “It’s his birthday, just let him be Bunny.”

You sighed and turned around, pressing your fingers to his cheeks. “God, you are an absolute pushover, did you know that?”

He laughed again and grabbed your hands, pressing kisses to the inside of both wrists. “Only because we make really cute kids.”

“Yeah, this one better be cute, I’m sick of getting kicked in the kidney,” you muttered.

Across the yard, you spotted your son sitting on Rooster’s shoulders, playing with a toy airplane.

“I wonder who he got that from.”

“That would be me.” You both turned to see Bob, Phoenix and Fanboy approaching. They hugged you and Jake, and Phoenix’s eyes widened at your growing stomach. “What else are godmothers good for?” she asked, pressing one hand to your stomach. “Still no update on this one?”

Jake shook his head. “We’re stuck on girl names.”

“Girls are tricky,” you said, sitting down on a foldout chair, Jake coming to stand behind you, his large hands massaging your shoulders gently.

“C’mmon, you’re not going to name her Bradley, too?” Rooster appeared out of nowhere, your son giggling in his arms. You started to reach out for him, but he lept into Bob’s arms instead and the group laughed as the two-year-old began to climb the WSO like a tree.

“One Bradley in this family is enough,” Jake huffed and you squeezed his fingers.

“It’s not even his first name!” Rooster exclaimed, cracking open a beer. “Just his middle name.”

“It’s been two years, man, let it go,” Phoenix laughed. “They named him after her dad, can’t really compete with that.”

Rooster nodded slowly. “Yeah, well, I’m still rooting for Bradley for the next one.”

“It’s a girl!” you chuckled, running a hand over your belly.

“We still have three months to decide.” Jake planted a kiss on your temple and crossed over to take his son out of Bob’s arms. He lifted the little boy into the air and you watched as he laughed.

“Where’s my godson?” Everyone’s eyes turned to the edge of the fence where Mav and Penny were entering, their hands full of gifts. You sighed and watched your son light up.

“Mav!” he yelled, his tiny voice barely able to reach across the yard.

Maverick put the gifts down, crouching and holding open his arms. Jake set your son onto the ground and everyone watched as the toddler ran toward Mav, who scooped him up in a big hug.

“Hey there Hangbaby,” he said and you stifled back a laugh. The baby callsign never got old.

The song changed and everyone was on their feet. Jake held out a hand and pulled you up, one hand coming to rest on your back and the other on your stomach. You watched as Jake’s teammates who had quickly become family started to dance in the backyard. Your son sat in Mav’s arms as he bounced from foot to foot to the music.

Jake leaned down and pressed his mouth close to your ear. “I love you, Bunny.”

You smiled and leaned your head back against Jake as he shifted to cradle you from behind, swaying to the song.

All those years ago you thought you were saving him. You never once thought that he might be the one to save you.

THE END

A/N: Thank you everyone for your love on this series! I absolutely lied when I said part 3 would be short. On the hunt for my next TGM fic so if you have any requests please drop them in the comments!

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Mr. smiles.

Pairing !: dancer!Sumin x dancer, barista, gn!Yn

Synopsis !: You had the biggest crush on a regular at the café you work at. Until one day, he stopped coming.

Genre !: Fluff, romance

Warnings !: swearing, haven’t proofread anything-

Requested by !: @xddjoong

Wc !: 1.8k

a/n !: hope you enjoy it <333

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Life was as good as it was. I mean life is good. Life is good when I get to dance, life is good when I talk with my friends, and life is good when I can drink my favourite drink while I wait for customers to arrive. However, life is definitely good when I get to see him. Every day, like a clock, at 5:23 pm, a certain person comes to our coffee shop. He smells like vanilla, which makes sense given the amount of vanilla he adds to his coffee… Which, for a black coffee, should be about 0 instead of the usual extra 2 teaspoons. His smile lights up the entire room, and his eyes sparkle when he comes with his friends sometimes. His voice sounds so angelic that even angels themselve-

“Yn!” I look away from a big window. “What, Yunho?” I’ve been working with Yunho ever since I got the job about two years ago. “You were spaced out. And if one more person gets inside the shop because you were staring at them for too long, I’m going to fire you” Oh true, he is the manager. “Sorry, what time is it?” “A quarter past five” “Shouldn’t you go away? Your shift ended 15 minutes ago, and I know how badly you want to get back home to watch your show with your boyf-” Yunho glares at me. “Your so-called bestie” He looks away, cleaning the countertop. “I’m sorry, I’m just saying that after three years of flirting here and there you would expect some action happening, or something yk?” He rolls his eyes at my words. “I’m covering Lia’s shift, she has an important thing to attend to” I follow Yunho around, cleaning the things he already cleaned. “She’s probably fuc” Ding ding. “Go back to work” I nod at him.

Walking back to the register I see the person I’ve been waiting for, I check my watch: 5:21 pm. He’s early today. I smile. Stfu you simp. I drag a hand in front of my face acting as if I was wiping my smile off. Once I see him standing in front of the register looking at the menu as if he didn’t always order the same thing over and over again, I can’t help but smile again. “Hi, how may I help you today?” My voice sounds dreamy like, totally not stressing out over the fact that the Choi Sumin was standing in front of me again.

Sumin and I go to the same dance academy, and although we don’t see each other much I always am on the lookout for him. We never really talked until one day he came to the coffee shop. I was tired, and when I saw a group of 10 people coming in I wondered if the universe had something against me. However, one of them specifically was really sweet, he gathered all the orders, made sure they weren’t making too much noise, and at the end, he stayed behind, piled everything the best way he could, and cleaned some of the spillings with napkins. It was customer love at first glance.

“My usual please” He smiled brightly at me. “To go or to drink here?” “To drink here please” Fuck yeah. Shit, professionalism. “It will be out soon” I ended the conversation with a smile, getting ready to make his coffee as he went to sit down on his usual table, his gaze never leaving my body. “Yn, the delivery is here, can you take care of it? I’ll do the orders” Yunho asked me. “Yeah sure!!” I smiled, knowing that even after being out for a while, Sumin will still be here. I went to take care of the new delivery. However, when I came back to the register after I was done, the shop now had three customers, but none of them was Sumin.

I never saw Sumin again at the café, I mean for the week that he hadn’t been coming. It was hard, it was even harder the fact that he would ignore me like the plague when we crossed paths at the academy.

“Okay, that’s it for today’s class, good job.” My dance teacher says to my group. I am tired, dancing non-stop for the past three hours was fun, but it left my body feeling a burning sensation, mostly when all my energy was going into making every move feel like a thousand moves energy-wise because of how I was feeling. “Yn, stay for a bit please” I stop walking and turn around to face my teacher once again. I nod at them and get closer. “There’s a new upcoming competition soon and I was asked to pick the contestants. I know you’re doing a lot of stuff right now, but I do think you would be the perfect fit for it” I smiled while still breathing hard. “Does this mean more hours of dancing in a day or am I switching some classes?” “Both actually, Monday’s class is going to be switched from freestyle to this competition. And we’re looking to see if both you and your partner are available to work on the dance Thursdays after class” I nod. Maybe if I ask to get to work at 5 instead of at 4. “I think I could make it, but I can’t stay longer than 5 pm” “What a coincidence!” I look at my teacher confused. “Your partner said the same thing. Then it’s arranged, practice starts tomorrow at three after class. See you then” “Wait, who’s my partner?” “Oh true, you might not know him, you never had a class together. But his name is Choi Sumin” Oh god…

Thursday couldn’t come faster. All I wanted was for time to stop and for 3 pm to never come. How would I face him? I stare at the closed door of the dance studio I was going in. Fuck, not only I’m tired from my other classes, but now I have to face my worst nightmares, why universe? Why? “Um, excuse me, are you going in?” I turn around to find Sumin, way closer than he should be. I get nervous, my stomach now doing backflips. “Yeah sorry” I turn around again and open the door as fast as I can. Sumin enters the room after me, he is wearing a black hoodie with matching black pants, and a half-open bag hanging on one of his shoulders. His hair is wet, probably from him dancing for the past hours just as I was. He walks with uncertainty, his pace being slow while his head looked around the room, never looking at me. Should I talk to him? “Um, my name is Yn, nice to meet you” Yeah with that quiet voice you ain’t going anywhere. I do the motion of tucking my hair behind my ears, and I smile as awkwardly as I can. “Yeah, the teacher told me so...” Sumin said while taking out a water bottle from his bag. I tried to hold my laugh. It had a peach sticker stuck on the bottle that said “Shake your butt” He looked at me and I straightened my posture. “You’re the café barista right?” “Yeah.” He nodded his head slowly. “right…”

Our first dance class went better than expected. The teacher was right, I was a good fit for the song. Although the dancing style needed more closeness with a partner than what I was used to, the song was just perfect. Perfectly a pain in the ass. Why did I have to be so close to Sumin? Why did sparkle go through my body when we first touched each other? Yet I gotta say, that for me expecting to fall on the floor Sumin cursing me out and telling me that he never wants to talk to me ever again, it went well. “And five, six, seven, eight. And. Snap cross, wave in, turn around, and fall, boom boom.” Our teacher counted as we moved, lost in thought at the end. “I’m going to look for some heels, I’ll be right back, take a short break” We nodded and went to sit down on a different end of the mirror. “You know” Sumin started talking. “You dance really good” what. “Thank you” I smile a bit. “You too” “I actually have been seeing you dance for a while now, I really love your expression style” Say what. “Thank you” He sighed. “I just want to say this so it doesn’t get in the way of our dance.” He took a deep breath before continuing. I looked at him confused, my head tilting to the side. “I actually started coming into the café you work at in hopes of seeing you more, maybe starting a conversation, maybe getting your number. But I was always too nervous to approach you. I figured out I should finally leave you my number. So I gave it to your coworke- actually let me rephrase that, I gave my number to your boyfriend. I’m sorry, I know he probably told you about it and I know you probably feel uncomfortable. So I just want to say that I’m sorry again” SAY WHAT?! “Um. Well. I. I don’t know what. I” Sumin nodded. “Don’t worry, I can ask to get switched out, I understand. “Wait no!” He looked at me briefly before going back to look at the floor. “I’m flattered, how could you make me uncomfortable?! I loved seeing you every day at the café. And like I also love how you dance and I love to be here. And I would love to get your number” I blushed. “What about your boyfriend?” “What boyfriend?” I frowned. He looked up at me and also frowned. “The one that world with you? The tall one? I think on his name tag it said something like Juno, Junho, Yunjo” “That fucking bitch.” “What?” His eyes widened as I look mad. I scoffed. “That’s my coworker. I don’t have a boyfriend, he even is dating his friend. Why would he even do that.” I looked up trying to find an answer. “Then go out with me” My head snaps back at Sumin, he had the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on him, and that’s saying a lot. I also let myself smile.

Life is as good as life is. I mean life is good. Life is good when I dance, life is good when I win dance competitions, life is good when I hit Yunho because he thought Sumin was a perv asking for my number, and life is good when I get to talk with my friends. But life is especially good when I see him, mostly now that we’re officially dating, and now that he is back at coming to my shop every day.

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The Color Pink (Part 2)

I know, I know, I took a long time to write part two. I haven't had much time or inspiration to actually get on my computer and write. With The Noise update out, my motivation is FILLED. Anyways, enjoy. This one is longer than the last one. Sorry not sorry.

A loud, rhythmic beeping began at the crack of dawn. Hazel had already pressed snooze a couple of times. She grumbled in annoyance as she realized it was time to wake up for the day. Once again, she woke up hoping that today would be the day that The Noise came back to her cafe. She had been hoping that it'd that day since the moment he stepped out of the door. She crawled out of bed and began her morning routine. She brushed her teeth first then her hair. She splashed her face with cold water in an attempt to wake herself up faster. Then she got dressed in her favorite uniform; the pretty pink bunny mask, a matching color of overalls over a white shirt, and her absolute favorite red heels. She sighed before she headed off into the morning.

The Slum was always so humid. Somehow, it only added extra tension to the air. She walked through it daily to get to her cafe. She was always so paranoid as she clutched her purse tightly to her chest. Sometimes, some of the shrimp and pigs from The Pig City would wander around. Occasionally, there's violence. She was thinking about going to Pizzaface soon and asking for a different location. She was grateful to have a cafe, but she was starting to get sick of the location. As she approached her cafe, she saw a shrimp hanging outside of the door. They made eye contact, and she stopped in her tracks. "Hey, there," he spoke. "Don't worry, I ain't gonna hurt'cha. I just wanna buy a coffee that don't taste like pizza."

"Oh," she let out a nervous laugh. "Okay, um... Give me a minute or two to get it all started."

She unlocked the door and he followed her in. He sat down at the counter and watched her as she worked. Thankfully, she had a good close the night before and set herself up for the morning. The machines and pots were already clean. All she had to do was put in fresh filters and beans then brew. As the coffee brewed into the pot, the bell over the door rang. "Vigi," she greeted. The Vigilante stood at the door, squinting his eyes.

"Everything okay in here," he asked, seeing the shrimp.

"Oh, yeah, everything's fine. Just an extra early customer!"

"Well, alright."

The Vigilante slithered up to the counter and sat on the stool. "What can I get you, sir," she asked the shrimp. "Ehhh, lemme just get a coffee with milk n' sugar." She poured two mugs of coffee, one completely full and one three quarters full. She added milk and sugar to fill the one to the top then she handed each of them their cups. The Vigilante gave a slight glance to the shrimp, and the shrimp glanced back. "Don't worry, cheese man," the shrimp spoke and sipped his coffee. "I ain't got a warrant. You can keep mindin' yer business." The Vigilante let out a groan and turned back to Noisette.

"So," The Vigilante started, "The Noise come back here, yet?"

"No," she sighed. "I've been hoping, but I don't think he's coming back."

"What? Did he not like your coffee?"

"I don't know. He said he loved it, but... I thought he would've come back by now." She frowned a little, which The Vigilante saw.

"You said The Noise was in here," the shrimp man asked.

Noisette sighed again. "He was, but that was weeks ago..."

"You know, he's the one who told me to check this place out."

Her rabbit ears went straight. "Really? Wait, you know him?"

"Oh yeah, he's a big celebrity in The Pig City. Comes around every so often. He said sum'n about a cafe in The Slum having coffee that didn't taste like pizza."

"Huh..."

The day went by pretty quickly once the Pig City Police came in for their coffees. Once she was lost in her work, she also lost track of time. Noon finally hit, and it was time for her to start closing up. The cafe was empty, and people usually stopped coming around that time. She started taking the machines apart and cleaning them. She liked coming in to a clean cafe. It made it easier to start her day. She was elbow deep in dish water when the bell rang. It was him!

"Hey," The Noise was panting and out of breath. "I, uh, hope you're not closed."

"Are you okay," she asked.

"Yeah," he huffed, "I... Sorry, I sort of ran here hoping to get there in time, but it looks like I'm a bit too late."

"Actually, I haven't poured any of the coffee out. It might be a bit stale, though."

He walked over and sat at the counter. "That's fine," he cleared his throat, no longer breathing heavy. "I'm just taking lunch. It's been a rough day on set, and I need a pick-me-up."

"What can I get you?"

"Same as last time?"

"Uh..."

"..."

"I, uh... Don't remember."

"Oh! Right. It's been a while since I've been here, huh." He chuckled. "Iced coffee, shot of espresso, sweet cream with three sugar."

"I'm on it!"

She quickly prepared his coffee. She was a little shaky as her heart was fluttering. Her celebrity crush was there, again! Getting her coffee, AGAIN!! She was suddenly on top of the world. She poured it into a glass but stopped. "Wait," she turned to him, "was this for here or to go?" He smiled and laughed, seeing that she had already poured it. "I can stay if you don't mind." She smiled and gave him his coffee. "Of course, not." The two locked eyes for a good minute. She could've sworn that, for a second, she felt something between them. Then she realized that she'd been staring at him. She cleared her throat. "Sorry," she blushed, "I should keep closing up." She went back over to the sink and resumed washing dishes.

"I appreciate you talking about my business," she aired, still smiling.

"Oh... Wait, what," he inquired.

"A weird shrimp guy from The Pig City came in and told me you were talking about my coffee."

"Oh! Yeah, that. Heh... It's no big deal. I figured people should know that there's coffee in this place that doesn't taste like shit."

"Is pizza-flavored coffee really such a bad thing?"

"Uh, yeah! For me, at least. I hate pizza."

"WHAT?!"

"Yeah. I don't like pizza. I think it's disgusting. Just the smell of it makes me gag."

She finished washing dishes and dried off her hands. "You're crazy! Wait, sorry, I mean-"

He laughed. "You're not the first person to tell me that."

"No, no, I'm sorry!"

"Don't apologize, you're right!" He laughed again seeing how flustered she got. "Ehh, don't worry, I'm not mad at you." He sipped his coffee. "I like that you talk to me like I'm a person. Being a celebrity has its pros, but it also has a lot of cons. Being treated as a public figure is one of those cons."

She started to pour the old coffee down the drain and began to wash those, too. "You know, you're kind of different when you're not behind the T.V. screen."

"Well, duh. It's called acting."

She giggled. "I should've figured." She filled up a bucket with soapy water. She grabbed a rag and started wiping down the machines. "Being treated like a public figure... Is that what's making your day rough?"

"Not really. It's just..." He sighed deeply. "It's been one of those days, you know? It's one thing after another."

"I get that. Happens to all of us."

"Yeah. It especially sucks when you're carrying the weight of an entire T.V. franchise. Or a cafe." He looked at her and smiled.

She looked over at him and saw his smile. He winked at her, and she smiled as well, blushing. "Yeah," she chuckled, "running a company sucks at times. I mean, I'm sure your job is a lot harder than mine." She started wiping down the counters.

"Everybody's job is hard. I'm just... I keep blanking out and forgetting my lines. I can't seem to focus today. The director is on my ass for it. And to make it worse, a couple of our cameras are having issues. I'm hoping they call it a day early, but it's looking like we're gonna be working overtime." He stopped suddenly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to start rambling."

"That's okay." She looked at him and smiled. "I don't mind it. It helps to talk it out, sometimes."

"Yeah, but I have the tendency to talk and talk."

"Me, too! I can be super talkative, especially about the things I like!"

"Same here! Ha ha!" He suddenly seemed really excited. "I mean, there are times when I wish people would let me know when to stop. I don't always know. I can go on and on. That's why I get surprised sometimes when I can't remember my lines. But my memory is sort of... terrible."

"Mine, too! I swear, I would forget my own head if it weren't attached to my body!"

"Really? With a pretty face like that, it'd be hard to forget to put it on every day."

She giggled, she felt her face flush red. "Oh, gosh, um-" she cleared her throat. She noticed his glass was empty. "You want me to take it or refill it?"

"How're you gonna refill it when you already poured the coffee out for the day?"

"Oh, yeah... I can always make another pot."

"Nah, nah, don't do that for me. I should get going anyways. The cast is already frustrated with me. The last thing I need is to be late. Wait... What time even is it?"

"Oh! It's uh... One o'clock!"

"OH SHIT! I'M LATE AS HELL!" He got up and dashed out.

She giggled as the bell rang. She turned around, but the bell rang again. The Noise was back in a rush. "Sorry, toots! I forgot to pay!" He handed her $150 and ran off. "Keep the change," he shouted as he ran out the door again. "Wait, but," she tried to call out to him, but he was already gone. She was completely dumbfounded, she didn't even realize that he forgot to pay at first. She was so caught up in the fact that she just had a full and complete conversation with The Noise. At some point, she even thought he was flirting with her. She hoped that he could stay longer, but she knew he had to go. She sighed... She didn't want to get into her own head, but... She already thought she was in love.

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